#dom jennifer Jareau

[cloudlessly-light]

I don’t have to make the choice

A/N: Jotchniss smut under the cut! Summary: JJ loved what they had built together, loved that for the first time in her life she could truly let herself go. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,8k   Warnings: Smut, threesome, polyamorous relationship, top JJ, bottom Emily, dom Aaron, dirty talk, verbal humiliation/degradation, oral

JJ slowly climbs the stairs in the house she lived in with her partners. It had been a long day, a tiring day but all of that seemed to fall away when she heard soft gasps and a low groan. She loved when she got home after Aaron and Emily, the excitement always thrilling at not knowing what she’d come home to.

It had been two years since Emily first approached her with the idea of a threesome. Emily and Aaron had already been together for a while, JJ and Will had broken up, and then suddenly, the blonde started to notice the way Emily’s cheeks tinted pink when she was close, she noticed her long lashes and soft looking lips. And then there she was, asking JJ if she had ever been with a woman, asked if she would be interested in it, and how could she say no to that?

It was new, it was exhilarating and JJ found herself finding new realms of pleasure, found out things about herself she never had dared to show before. She reveled in bringing Emily pleasure, and sometimes pain, she adored the way Aaron would kiss her like they had never done anything else, loved feeling two sets of dark eyes on her, loved what the three of them built together. Most of all she loved that with them she could truly let herself go.

She had imagined what both Emily and Aaron would be like in bed many times before she had the privilege to experience it, and she had been disastrously wrong about both of them. She had thought that he would be soft, almost boring to an extent. She had figured that Emily would be dominating and stiff, she couldn’t have been more wrong. It was startingly clear the first time she watched them together, when Emily scrambled to her knees as Aaron grabbed at her with rough hands, how the brunette would beg for more as Aaron grunted cruel words in her ear.

The first time they were together JJ was sure she’d pass out from the pleasure of them, her orgasm intense enough to make the corners of her eyes blacken out.

She figured out that as much as she could enjoy having her control taken away from her, there was something about bringing Emily Prentiss to her knees that gave her even more pleasure. It was a new side to her, a side JJ hadn’t expected about herself, but a side that she knew finally had room to breathe.

The first thing she sees when she enters their bedroom is Emily, naked except for her black silk panties that JJ had picked out that morning, and Aaron fully dressed and watching her with a dark stare.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asks as she leans against the doorframe and two sets of dark eyes turn to her.

“Absolutely not.” Aaron says as he fiddles with his belt. “Emily doesn’t mind an audience. Do you?”

“No, I don’t.” She agrees, and her voice is already whiny, letting JJ know that he’s probably been teasing her for a while.

She moves through the room and stands beside Aaron, his strong arm coming around her waist to pull her into his side.

“She’s ruined her underwear.” JJ’s fingers move over Emily’s clothes center isn’t surprised that they’re soaked through. Emily bites her bottom lip to keep the whimper down and blue eyes find brown. “You’ve been think about this all day haven’t you? What we would do to you?” She climbs on the bed and kneels beside Emily’s body.

“N-no.” She stutters but the word changes to a hiss of pain when JJ slaps her, not hard, but enough to make her quiet down.

“Don’t lie, slut.” Her tony is icy, low, the complete opposite of how she would talk to them during the day and Emily loved that this was a side only her and Aaron had the privilege to see.

“You should have heard her in the car,” Aaron’s voice is raw, thick with want and JJ turns to him. “begged to come, begged to suck me off, for anything really.” He moves away from the brunette and instead turns his focus on the blonde.

“Pathetic little thing, isn’t she?” JJ smiles as his warm hands move along her body, pulling away her clothes one item at a time until she’s wearing nothing but her white silk underwear.

Emily watches quietly as she’s being ignored by her lovers, her entire body screaming for their touch, but she keeps quiet as JJ’s arms wrap around his neck and they kiss. Aaron’s hands are moving over her slim body, groans softly as JJ tugs on his tie.

“You’re still dressed.” She pouts and he pulls back with a smirk.

“How observant of you, sweetheart.” Still, he removes his jacket and tie, unbuttons his shirt as JJ kisses over the newly exposed skin. “Maybe we should just enjoy this ourselves, let her watch and not touch.”

“But you know how much I love watching you destroy her.” JJ reminds him with a raised eyebrow.

The sound of Emily low whine makes them look down at her.

“I told you to be quiet.” Aaron slapped the inside of her thigh and JJ laid down next to her, her touch softer as she slowly trails her fingertips from her underwear, up her stomach and between her breasts until she pulls a nipple hard enough for Emily to arch with the pull.

“You should thank him, you little pillow princess,” She whispers against her hear and Emily sucks in a breath. “all you have to do is lie there and look pretty, why is that so hard for you?”

“I’m sorry.” She whimpers, her hands balled into fists to keep herself from reaching out for the blonde. “I want to please you, both of you.” She looks from JJ to Aaron who’s finished getting undressed, his cock standing hard and proud between his legs.

“What do you say JJ? You want to have first crack at her?” He asks as he pulls Emily’s panties down her legs.

“No, I’m good right here.” JJ presses close to her body, supports her head on her hand as the other move over Emily’s pale skin, nails dragging along her curves and breath hot on her neck.

When Aaron thrusts inside of her it’s slow and deep, making Emily feel every inch of him and she gasps at the stretch. She feels JJ’s smirk against her neck followed by hot, wet kisses along her neck and down towards her chest. It’s soft and gentle and it’s exactly what she doesn’t need and they both know it.

JJ looks up at Aaron who smirks at her in return, they knew Emily’s body better than they knew their own. He watches as JJ’s pink tongue laps over one of Emily’s nipples, sees the way Emily wants to beg for more, her jaw clenched and eyes pleading, while he continues to push as deep inside of her as he could before pulling back slowly until he could feel her desperately clenching around his head.

“Please, more.” Emily finally whimpers, her body straining from the way they’re slowly building her up.

“Sit on her face, I’m getting tired of hearing that pathetic whining.” His words, as cold as they sound make Emily shiver with need and JJ smirks at the way his eyes glint with lust.

“You better not come before I have.” The blonde mutters as she pulls her panties off her legs before grabbing Emily’s jaw to make her look at her. “You’re here for us, nothing but a fucking plaything, made to please us.” Her fingers tighten around Emily’s jaw and the pitiful sob that leaves the brunette makes JJ’s clit throb.

“Listen to JJ, pretty thing.” Aaron agrees as he thrusts slowly in and out of her. “You know how badly she’s wanted to use the cane on you, so you better not come until she has or I’m sure that beautiful ass of yours will be marked and tender for days.”

Emily flushes as her eyes drift toward the closet where they keep their toys before moving back to the blue eyes staring at her.

“I want to make you feel good, please.” She reaches for the blonde, tries to pull her into a kiss but JJ pushes her away.

“Prove it.” She sneers in Emily’s face before straightening on the bed. She throws one leg over her face and feels Emily’s ragged breaths against her. She leans forward over her body and pulls Aaron into a quick kiss. “Poor thing is probably salivating right now.”

“You can’t really blame her for that though, you taste delicious.” Aaron mumbles back and she smiles at him before settling back over Emily’s face. She waits another moment until he starts fucking her again, this time faster before she sits fully down. She can feel Emily’s desperate breaths against her and she smiles.

“Good girl.” She praises and immediately she feels Emily’s tongue move through her wet folds. The muffled moan coming from her matches the breathy moan from JJ as Emily laps through her, pushes her tongue as deep inside of her as she can before moving to gently lick her clit.

Emily wraps her arms around JJ’s strong thighs, focuses her everything on eating her girlfriend out as she tries to ignore the way her body is responding to Aaron’s cock fucking her harder and JJ’s taste on her tongue. She knows that she’s fighting a losing battle, that if they wanted to she’d come in minutes so she zeroes in on JJ’s clit knowing that it was the fastest way to get the blonde off.

“She really wants you to come, doesn’t she?” Aaron grins as he watches Emily lick and suck over JJ’s clit, the blonde grinding down against her mouth slowly.

“Her mouth is magic.” JJ gasps at the pleasure her girlfriend is providing, one hand coming to rest on Aaron’s strong shoulder while the other moves to rub over Emily’s clit.

Aaron groaned at the feeling of Emily squeezing around him, and he thrusted harder against her. His hands held on to her hips to keep her from sliding from the bed as he picked up his pace. He heard Emily’s muffled moans turn needier, saw JJ’s body strain as she leaned against him.

“I swear Emily, if you stop what you’re doing because you’re coming you won’t be able to sit down for a week.” He warned and JJ moaned louder as Emily’s tongue seemed to double in speed on her clit.

JJ didn’t think she’d ever been brought to the edge this fast before, but she wasn’t surprised that her thighs were already closing in around Emily’s head, how the pleasure was building by every second. She rubbed over Emily’s clit faster, saw the way her body buckled in response and she smirked even through her heavy breathing.

“She’s so close.”

“She’s clenching so hard, I’m surprised she’s been able to hold it.” Aaron groans back, his own body straining and sweaty.

Emily could barely hear them over the thrumming in her ears and JJ’s thighs covering them. She tried to focus on JJ, tried to keep her body from letting go. She could feel how close JJ was, felt her clenching desperately around her tongue before she went back to suck on her clit. She sucked a little harder, dug her nails into her thighs a little more and it seemed to be enough as JJ started to buckle against her face, her moans turning louder as she started to tremble above her.

Aaron stopped thrusting against Emily momentarily and instead held onto JJ as she rode out her orgasm, he loved watching them come, either of them, and when the blonde turned slack jawed and eyes rolled back he could do nothing but stare at her.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous when you come.” He told her once she’s come down from her high.

“I really didn’t think she’d be able to hold out.” She laughs as rolls to the side, still trying to catch her breath. “You did so good, baby.” She turned her attention to Emily, kissed her deeply and groaned at the taste of herself on the other woman’s tongue.

“JJ, please I can’t…” Emily could barely think straight, could barely focus on the way Aaron’s cock filled her but wasn’t moving and JJ’s fingers were gone from her clit, ripping her orgasm away from her.

“Aww poor thing.” Aaron’s voice was filled with false sympathy and JJ laughed and it did nothing but make Emily flush deeper with shame and arousal.

“I guess you did alright.” JJ mused and trailed her hand down Emily’s sweaty body until she reached her clit. She rubbed it in fast circles and was immediately rewarded by a breathy moan which she kissed away.

Aaron took a moment to watch them kiss, his eyes moving from how Emily was desperately clawing at JJ, to how the blonde dominated the kiss and he couldn’t help but to think how lucky he was, getting to have both of these amazing women in his life. The moment was gone as quick as it came, and he roughly thrusted inside of Emily again, making her body jolt on the bed and her to break the kiss with a loud moan.

“He fucks you so good doesn’t he?” JJ whispers against her ear and she nods quickly, her eyes locking on Aaron’s. “Don’t you think you should thank him for making you feel this good?” She smirks as Emily’s moan turns breathy and whiny.

“Thank you for making me feel good.” She pants and she feels his grip turn bruising on her hips.

“Good girl.” They both mutter at the same time and Emily gasps at the pleasure of them.

“Fuck I’m going to come.” Aaron grunts and JJ nods encouragingly.

“Do it, then I can clean her up.” Her fingers pinch over Emily’s clit and it’s enough to send Emily crashing into her orgasm. Her back arches of the bed and JJ greedily sucks on her chest, while Emily trembles through her pleasure. The feeling of Emily clenching around his sends Aaron over the edge as well and he comes with a low growl as his hips stutter against her.

JJ let’s them come down for a second, waits until Aaron collapses on the other side of Emily and for Emily’s breathing to calm before she urges her higher up on the bed. She moves between pale thighs and smiles when Emily jumps at the first swipe of her tongue.

“JJ…”

“Shh, you know how this works.” The blonde shushes her before burying her tongue inside of Emily. She moans at the taste of both Aaron and Emily on her tongue, it was one of her favorite things, the one thing she always insisted on doing.

“Baby.” Emily reached for Aaron who wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. She was sensitive, but JJ’s tongue felt good as it moved through her. She felt Aaron’s hand on her jaw, guiding her into a kiss and it dawned on her that this was the first kiss they’d shared all night.

“You want to come again?” He asked softly and she nodded, already feeling the heat back in the pit of her stomach. “You’ve been good, you can come again.”

JJ nodded from her place between Emily’s legs, her lips wrapped around her swollen clit. She looked up just in time to see Aaron’s hand wrap around her slim throat and Emily gasped into another kiss, this one dirty and rough and JJ felt her clit throb at the sight of them.

It didn’t’ take long before Emily was tensing on the bed, JJ’s fingers inside of her and her tongue on her clit, mixed with Aaron’s rough fingers on her nipples and dirty words in ear making her fall off the edge for the second time with a loud cry of pleasure. She was still shaking as JJ kissed her way up her body, could do nothing but whimper as Aaron pulled the blonde into a kiss as she laid on top of her.

“Now it’s my turn with you.” JJ grinned into another kiss and rolled from Emily to Aaron who responded by pulling her closer.

“What do you say about tying her down, stuff a vibrator inside of her and having her watch us until we’re done?” He felt JJ’s nails dig into his chest with excitement.

“I say, that might be the best idea you’ve ever had.”

[lillaberry]

Tell me im not the only one who thought of dr spencer reid

[luvs4matt]

KINKTOBER !! DAY THREE , corruption

season1!spencer reid x dom!reader

you traced your manicured fingernails across spencers cheeks and jaw, giving him the smallest touch as you straddled his lap. he whines from your small words and sudden movements of your hips that send waves of pleasure through his body; embarrassed as he becomes consumed with the bits of pleasure.

“my smart.. innocent.. baby..” you whispered, placing a few kisses down his jaw “please” he begs “need something—need anything” you smiled sweetly at the boy, making him think you would finally fuck him. “not today baby..” he whined, desperate to be deep inside of you, being squeezed by your gummy walls.

“but-“ he trys to find something to say but he can’t, he knows that there is no way to convince you. you grind your hips into his, making him whimper “felt good?” he hums an “mhm”, he sounded so sweet when he agreed with you, but when does he not.

“want me to ride your virgin dick so badly, hm?” your soft voice made him feel so loved yet still so embarrassed. “y- yes.. so bad” you wanted it too, but it is so fun working him up. you started to lift up his shirt, kissing down his tummy. he whimpered, your lips getting closer and closer to his clothed cock, your knees hitting the floor.

“y- you said-“ you cut him off “i know what i said sweetheart.. just enjoy it, yeah?” your innocent boy was not going to be so innocent anymore.

© LUVS4MATT

a/n - don’t mind the rushed ending… and this isn’t even like ACTUAL corruption. like wtf.

taggies 🏷️ @downbad4reid @conspiracy-ash

[scarlettjemily]

@mxmmyprentiss already claimed her as her boyfriend but she is my daddy

[pinkcoffeecup]

three doors down, part three

part 3, the nickname

story summary: In which Spencer’s terrible cooking skills almost burns down a building, but also gives him a chance to get to know the girl who lives three doors down.

masterlist

word count: 2,491

Spencer was exhausted. When the clock struck 4 am, Y/n ushered Spencer out of her apartment and into his own, telling him how important sleep was, and how crime would skyrocket unless Spencer got a couple of hours of sleep at the very least. She had apologised for keeping him up, and despite his polite reassurance that she in fact was not to blame for his sleep schedule, Y/n could not help but feel bad.

When he stepped out of his apartment that morning, he was once more met by Y/n as she came back from her morning run. Spencer had already established her loyalty to the various routines that her days consisted of, but he couldn’t help but be shocked by her standing in the hallway. “Oh, good morning,” She breathed, still somewhat out of her breath.

“Good morning Y/n,” Spencer greeted. “I can’t believe you went on a run after only three hours of sleep,”

Y/n let out a laugh and Spencer couldn’t help but smile at how carefree she seemed. There was something about her, and just being around her gave him a burst of energy, like he could concur the world. “I always go for runs in the mornings! I can’t let a little lack of sleep stop me,” She laughed, “I’m no baby, Dr Reid,”

“We could use a little of that mentality in the FBI,” Spencer joked, “I swear, the annual fitness tests we have are un-passable, Morgan has to be the only one who still manages,”

She raised her eyebrows at the supposedly “impossible” fitness test, secretly curious if she could ever pass it. “How hard can it be?” Y/n challenged, “I mean, if this Morgan guy can do it, it’s not impossible,”

“As I said, we could use that mentality in the FBI,” He repeated, “Derek Morgan is no average Joe, he’s absolutely massive,”

Y/n looked Spencer up and down. He was dressed in a black suit, looking as formal as ever, a vast contrast from last night's scruffy hair and wrinkled shirt. “Are you sizing me up?” Spencer laughed, “I’m taller than him you know,”

“So you’re just weak then? Is that it?” She teased, watching as he let out a painful scoff.

“They make exceptions for me,” Spencer said, “What I lack in muscle mass I make up for in brains,”

“Aren’t you cocky?” Y/n laughed, “Hyping yourself up there Dr Reid,”

Once more Spencer scoffed, “I can’t win here” He chuckled, “I'm going to be late because of you, which I was fine with by the way, until you start completely shredding me to pieces,”

Y/n smiled at his choice of words, which I was fine with. “You’re a menace Y/n,” He joked as he walked past her, turning around and walking backwards so that he could still see her. “Have a good day Lucifer,”

“Good luck with your case Sherlock!” She called as he turned the corner.

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“Sorry I’m late,” Spencer muttered as he sat down in his seat. He was the last one to arrive, everyone was already seated around the table.

“Who’s the pretty girl?” Morgan cooed, a wide grin on his face.

He had probably said it as a joke, but Spencer’s mind travelled directly to Y/n and their conversation in the hallway. “Shut up,” Spencer sighed, causing Hotch to quickly begin the briefing.

The day was long. Every so often Spencer would find Y/n at the forefront of his mind, having to force himself to focus on the case in front of him. But he just couldn’t help himself. He wondered if she’d be in the hallway when he came home, asking him about his day. Or if maybe he’d run into her in the parking lot, where she would crack a joke and invite him in for another night of leftovers and wine.

Eventually, the team cracked the case. It was the combined effort of Spencer’s mind and Garcia's computers that had found the final puzzle piece. In the satisfactory haze of success, Spencer had even found himself agreeing to drinks with the team, something he rarely did.

As he sat down in his car, he contemplated ignoring his promise to meet his colleagues at the bar and just going home instead, remembering how badly he was wondering if he’d cross paths with Y/n. But he didn’t, instead, he turned the keys in the ignition and headed towards the bar.

“You just lost me ten bucks!” Morgan exclaimed as Spencer walked through the doors, handing ten dollar bill to Prentiss. “I didn’t think you’d show up,”

Emily gladly accepted the money and shoved it in her pocket, “I never doubted you, Reid,”

Even Hotch had made it to the bar before him, another participant who usually sat these things out, “I never break a promise,” Spencer smiled, trying to ignore his urge to turn on his heels and drive back home.

The team sat together in a booth. They always did, at least for the first part of the night. After thirty minutes, Morgan would spot a girl he liked, and pretend he was going to get a drink. Then shortly after, Garcia would pull JJ and Prentiss out of their seats to dance. Once everyone had dispersed, Rossi would complain about the music and go home. And once he had made sure everyone had a safe way of getting home, Hotch would leave too. “Spence,” JJ said, “It’s your turn!”

She glanced at the empty glasses on the table and back up at Spencer who rose from his seat, heading towards the bar. He ordered a round of drinks for the table, about to turn back to the team when he heard a voice next to him.

“Hi, could I please get one beer and two margaritas?” The voice politely ordered, and Spencer couldn’t help but smile as he listened to the girl order. The bartender muttered the total amount, and as the girl fished through her purse for money, Spencer reached his card to the bartender.

“Wha-” She interrupted herself as she glanced up at the man next to her. “Spencer!” She pulled him in for a hug, and despite Spencer’s shock, he gladly wrapped his arms around her. “I didn’t know the famous Dr Raid was a party animal!”

Spencer let out a laugh, “I very much am not,” He admitted, “I’m here with work,”

He nodded towards the booth in the corner, watching as they all laughed at some joke Morgan had made. “Shit, I have to warn everyone the feds are here!” She joked, starting to hurry away.

Spencer placed his hands on her shoulders, as to keep her from running, “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” He said, “Being one of the feds and all,”

She laughed, leaning her head against his hand on her shoulder. It was clear that she was already somewhat drunk, tipsy as Garcia would say. But Spencer didn't mind, he couldn’t help but find it adorable. “What? Is snitching a crime?” She grinned.

“It can be,” Spencer informed her, “And if you commit a crime I have no choice but to arrest you,”

Spencer’s flirtatious tone even surprised himself, it was a tone he didn’t think he was quite capable of. “I was called Lucifer by my neighbour this morning,” She said, referring to Spencer’s words, “So for all you know I might be a criminal,”

Right as Spencer was about to open his mouth to speak, another voice interrupted him. “Hey Reid what the hell is taking so long?” Morgan called from behind him. It wasn’t until Morgan was close enough to peer over Spencer’s shoulder that he could see Y/n. “Oh hello there,” He grinned.

“Is this that Morgan guy?” Y/n asked Spencer, holding back a laugh as she earned a nod from Spencer.

“Wow pretty boy, you’ve told her about me? I’m flattered,” Morgan joked, Spencer already annoyed with his best friend for interrupting his time with Y/n.

“Yeah,” Y/n laughed, “Spencer thinks you’re jacked,”

It was as if Y/n had made it her personal mission to embarrass the man in front of her. “He called you massive and muscular,” She giggled, only lying a little bit.

“Thanks, Reid, I’m glad you feel that way,” Morgan grinned, placing a hand on Spencer’s shoulder, a hand that Spencer quickly shoved off.

Spencer let out a sigh, “this is Derek Morgan, as you know,” He said, deciding to introduce the two, “And Morgan, this is Lucifer,”

Y/n reached her hand out, “I’m Y/n,” She shook Morgans's hand, an innocent smile on her face, almost as if she was trying to dispute Spencer's nickname. “Nice to meet you Y/n,”

“I’m gonna leave you two alone,” Morgan grabbed the drinks on the bar, heading back to the booth and the team, earning a small cheer once he arrived.

Spencer only now realised how very close he and Y/n had been standing to each other. She had to tilt her head up to be able to look at him. Looking down at the girl in front of him, Spencer's flirtatious tone returned. “Massive and muscular, huh?”

Y/n let out a loud laugh, throwing her head back slightly. “Is that not what you said, Doctor?” She teased, batting her eyes up at him.

“You really are Lucifer,” Spencer grinned, “The worst of the worst,”

Spencer shook his head playfully as Y/n laughed once more. It was a sound he loved to hear, and he loved that he made her make it. “You know me so well,” She giggled.

She turned her head for a second, gazing at two girls behind her, “I have to give them their drinks,” She said, a small flash of disappointment on her face. “Could you help me carry?”

Spencer nodded, grabbing two of the drinks, and letting her hold the last one. Y/n led the way, Spencer following close behind. It gave Spencer an opportunity to get a good look at her and the beautiful dress she was wearing. It was a short blue dress, the fabric flowing beautifully around her thighs as she walked. Half of her hair was clipped up at the back of her head, but a few strands of hair had escaped the clip and were resting softly across her face. “I come bearing gifts,” Y/n handed the beer to a dark-haired girl, and through the process of elimination, I handed one of the margaritas to the other girl, earning a small thank you from them both. “You come bearing more gifts than drinks I see,” The dark-haired girl grinned, glancing between Spencer and Y/n.

Y/n turned to Spencer, grabbing the drink from his grip and wrapping an arm around his waist. “Yeah,” She smiled, glancing up at Spencer next to her. “This is Spencer,”

“Oh this is the hot neighbour,” The dark-haired girl said, “I’m Astrid, this is Violet,” Astrid motioned to the girl next to her, who gave a shy wave.

Spencer looked down at Y/n, enjoying the way her face turned a bright shade of red. “I am indeed the hot neighbour, a pleasure to meet you both,”

Spencer felt a sense of pride fill his body at the thought of Y/n telling her friends about him, even more so as she described him as the hot neighbour. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been referred to as just that, hot, but the thought of it made a wide grin make its way to his lips. “You’ve made him cocky,” Y/n groaned, rolling her eyes, “Don’t let it get to your ego Spencer,”

“Too late for that,” Spencer chuckled. He peeled Y/n’s arm off his body, deciding that it was time to make his way back to the team. “I’m gonna leave you girls for a bit, make sure you talk more about that hot neighbour of yours Y/n” He smirked before leaving the group and Y/n.

When Spencer had made his way back to the team, the table fell silent with anticipation. “So?” JJ said, waiting for Spencer to tell them all about the girl he’d just been caught with.

“What?” Spencer said, hoping that somehow they’d drop the topic and ignore how his cheeks were slowly turning red.

“Lucifer seems nice,” Morgan grinned, watching as Spencer turned a bright red.

“Lucifer?” Prentiss questioned, yet unaware of the nickname.

Morgan was happy to tell them about how that was how he’d decided to introduce her, and Spencer silently cursed himself for being so wrapped up in the moment.

The team continued to question Reid, but as they realised how little they were getting out of him, they decided to finally drop it. Soon enough, they had all returned to their regular bar-behaviour. Morgan had run off after a girl, Garcia had pulled JJ and Prentiss up to dance, and Hotch and Rossi were long gone.

As Spencer sat by himself in the booth, watching his friends as they drunkenly made their way through the bar, a finger poked the back of his shoulder. Spencer turned around, seeing a surprisingly nervous Y/n behind him. “Are you okay?” He asked, worried about her change of mood.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” She smiled, trying to add a careless touch to her body language. “I was just wondering if, uh, maybe you could, I don’t know, I was just thinking, since you’re sober-”

Spencer interrupted her, “You need a ride?” He asked, finding it adorable how nervous she had been to ask him. “If it’s not too much of a bother? We don’t have to leave right now if you want to stay,” She assured.

“No, we can leave right away, sit down here, let me just say goodbye to my friends,” He said, and she did as she was told, sitting down at the booth as Spencer moved through the bar to the dancing women in the middle of the room.

Y/n watched as he said his goodbyes to the women, before moving towards Morgan as he talked to a girl at the bar. Morgan grinned at Y/n as Spencer spoke to him, causing Spencer to roll his eyes before heading back towards a now smiling Y/n. “Let’s go,” He sighed, Y/n standing from her seat.

Spencer looked at her for a second, watching as Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed slightly with confusion. He pulled the suit jacket off his shoulders, wrapping it around hers, “It’s cold out,” He said, earning a shy thank you from the girl in front of him. He watched as she placed her arms through the jacket, shoving her hands in the pockets. The jacket looked massive on her, reaching right above the hem of her dress.

The two left the bar, Spencer ignoring Morgans's smirk as they walked out the front doors. “Thanks for giving me a ride,”

“Anytime,” Spencer flashed her a warm smile, opening the passenger side door for Y/n. “We do live in the same apartment complex after all,” Spencer hopped in at the driver's side, taking a second to look at Y/n in his car, wearing his jacket, before he started the car.

The ride was mostly silent, Spencer could see how Y/n was practically fighting to keep her eyes open as the streetlights lit up her face. She was pretty like that, as her head rested against the seat, her dress inching up her thigh slightly as she got comfortable in her seat.

Soon they had reached the parking lot outside the apartment complex, “Taxi has arrived ma’am,” Spencer joked, earning a tired giggle from Y/n as they both hopped out of the car, heading inside together.

The two walked to Y/n’s door where she stopped. She began taking the suit jacket off but was interrupted by Spencer. “Keep it for a while,” He said, pulling the jacket back up her shoulder.

Spencer looked down at her as she smiled, his expression all too serious in contrast to hers. “What?” She asked, watching as Spencer smiled once more. “You’re really pretty,” He said, feeling nervous despite his coined nickname as the hot neighbour.

“Don’t fall victim to the doorstep effect,” She giggled, only being met by Spencer’s confusion. “The doorstep effect?” He questioned.

“Yeah, it’s when the guy feels like he wants to kiss the girl because of the whole romance cliche about kissing on doorsteps,” She explained, “It’s a very real thing, Spencer,”

“I don’t think it’s because of the cliché,” Spencer admitted, taking a small step closer.

“But you want to kiss me?” Y/n asked, almost as if to confirm.

“Can I?”

Y/n didn’t answer, instead, she placed a hand on each side of his face, pulling him down to meet her lips. Her lips met his, and Spencer was quick to hold her face as he deepened the kiss. He hadn’t been aware of how much he had craved this kiss until her lips were on his.

Slowly, Spencer pulled away, loving the look in her eyes as she craved more. “Good night, Lucifer,” He said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“Good night Spencer,”

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A Black Rose Among Sunflowers (part 3)

“Adrienne!” Jesus Christ who the hell thought it would be a good idea to scream in the ear of someone who had just been beaten I will never understand. My eyes flew open and my hand shot out but instead of making contact with a person it was caught around the wrist by a strong, elegant hand. A strong elegant hand I had spent many hours thinking about and if I’m being honest was the main character in the last two hours of my dreams. Aw hell which means I probably said and did some embarrassing shit which to be fair would not be my fault because he said he would leave when Gabriella got here which she was. Oh. My sister was here, that's probably why they woke me up, no sense in me having sex dreams at an FBI office when I could be having them in the privacy of my older sisters house. I looked first at Spencer who simply raised an eyebrow at my shenanigans and then let my eyes fall to Gabi, who bless her heart looked like she had just seen a ghost and considering how sore I felt I could only imagine how awful I really looked.

“Oh good morning how are you today?” I replied nonchalantly, earning an eye roll from both of them and my sister wiped a few tears off of her cheek before she sat next to me on the couch. She took my hand in hers and gave it a strong squeeze before running her fingers gently over my bruised face and I flinched when she got close to my eye causing her to drop her hand quickly. “I’m sorry.” My voice was barely above a whisper but I know she heard me because a choked sob came out of her throat and I’m sure she thought I was apologizing for being beaten but really I was apologizing for all the times I had hurt her feelings intentionally or unintentionally and making her worry about me.

“Adrienne you dont…don’t apologize for him” Her voice was icy and her tears had quickly dried at any mention or thought of Casey. “What are you doing to find him?” She didn't fully look At Spencer turning just enough so he knew her question was directed at him. He cleared his throat awkwardly and shuffled his weight from side to side hmm so even Doctor Daddy was intimidated by Gabriella. What the hell Addie? Doctor Daddy? All those years reading absolutely filthy books and you couldn’t come up with something better?

“The rest of the team is currently out with local law enforcement looking for him. Someone needed to stay behind with Adrienne, since I was the original officer we felt it would be best if I was the one who stayed.” Oh thank you sweet Spencer for lying through your teeth and not telling my sister how I practically glued myself to your side because then she definitely wouldn’t let me out of her sight. She would be fussing over me day and night and make me talk about my feelings, and be all mushy and stuff. “She's free to go with you whenever you're ready.” The earlier flirtiness was replaced with cold, and indifferent professionalism. Had I completely made up a whole ass scenario in my head? Was he really just going along with my sense of humor just to make me feel at ease? Well that definitely sucked but honestly that's the more likely scenario because he's got to be at least 40 plus he works for the government, and is trying to arrest my ex boyfriend so probably unethical. 

“Great let’s go.” I mumbled practically jumping off the couch wanting to put as much distance between myself and Spencer so I could ignore the feeling of embarrassment that was arising within me. They both shared a look as I basically bolted for the door but his hand caught mine and walked me back towards him. He bent down to my ear and I could practically feel the smirk stretch across his face, something Gabriella wouldn’t see thanks to my hair.

“Stop pouting, call me if you need anything.” And just like that boom, he was standing up and the mask of indifference was back on his face and I was standing there like a damn starstruck 16 year old holding a card with his name and number on it. I vaguely registered Gabi thanking him once again and after promising that they would call with any leads she was walking me to her car. She opened the door for me and I silently climbed in and buckled myself feeling another wave of exhaustion washing over me. 

“Adrienne…I’m sorry.” She whispered and I frowned at her lifting my head off the window so I could look at her. “I never should have said what I did when you came over to the house. I can’t help but think…maybe if I hadn’t said that, you wouldn't have gone back to your apartment..and Casey wouldn’t have-”

“Stop it. Stop it right now. If I’m not allowed to tell you sorry you aren’t either. It’s not your fault he did what he did, and it's not mine. Casey is responsible for Casey, he hurt me because he wanted to and because he could. That's it.” She seemed startled by my bitter response but I could see the ghost of a smirk on her face. She was proud I was calling Casey out for his shit. Obviously this wasn't the ideal circumstance that would lead to that but beggars can’t be choosers I guess. “Now come on, let's go get some breakfast because I’m starving.” The ride to Lilianna’s was mostly silent thanks to my huge relief because I wasn't even sure what I would say after all of that, there really was nothing to say. What happened happened and nothing was going to change it and all we could do now was sit back and wait for them to catch pussyface.

“Addie!” I felt her hands wrap  around me before I saw her face and I hugged her back. Lilianna flinched when she saw my bruised face and I offered her a weak smile. “I’m just so glad Spencer happened to be here, his team had just gotten back from a case. He usually spends a good chunk of time here after landing, I don't think he wants to take that energy into his apartment, I can’t say that I blame him.” Before I could ask any follow up questions on what she meant by certain energy her attention was taken by a customer who was ready to order so Gabi and I sat down at my usual table.

“Oh, before I forget. Dr. Reid said that the officers changed the locks on your apartment, he asked me to give you the new keys.” Gabi rummaged around in her purse before fishing out the set of keys, what I wasn't prepared for was the overwhelming feeling of nausea I had with the memories that came with those sets of keys. She must have noticed my greenish hue because she quickly stuffed them back in her purse. “Of course you can stay with me as long as you want, in fact you don’t ever have to step foot in that hellhole again.” I shook my head and held my hand out for her to give me the keys.

“Only for a week or so, I can’t just stop living my life.” Lilianna came and we placed our orders and ate in silence before making the trip back to her house. Surprisingly Emmett and the twins were gone, I’m sure she talked them into going elsewhere for the day so I could have some peace and privacy. I walked up the staircase to the guest room. I sighed and fell face first onto the navy and yellow comforter not having the energy to stand for any longer. I rolled the keys around in my hand and bit the inside of my cheek debating messaging Spencer just so he had my number and wasn’t completely shocked by some random number asking about Casey Thomas.

It’s Adrienne, thank you for all your help last night and this morning. Plus giving Gabi the new keys there's only so much older sister one can deal with at a time.

I sat my phone on the nightstand and closed my eyes, hugging the pillow to myself as I slid into a light sleep. My aching body combined with the amount of adrenaline that had been running through my veins was starting to wear on me again and I felt like I could just sleep for at least 24 hours if no one bothered me. Thankfully no one did bother me because when I opened my eyes again it was pitch black in the room and outside. I groaned and grabbed my phone hitting the lock button and instantly hating myself for not turning the brightness down, what kind of idiot stares at their phone screen when 1. They have an eye injury and 2. It’s pitch black and they literally just woke up from a coma level nap, oh yeah me. 11:18 pm, well damn I had slept over 14 hours but honestly I needed it. The second thing that caught my attention was a message from an unknown number.

I meant what I said, he won’t touch another hair on your head Addie

-Spencer

Okay, logically I know he’s probably just pissed off some grown ass man who beat a woman. Most men tend to get very angry about that type of thing, but I can’t help but feel like it was a personal threat and promise more than just some general statement said to put me at ease. Luckily my stomach decided to remind me that I had been asleep and it was now moments away from eating itself providing me with a much needed distraction from my imaginative scenarios involving Spencer. I sat my phone down on the bed and quietly patted down the stairs turning on the overhead kitchen light. Gabi's bedroom door was closed and the lights were off so I was guessing she had been asleep a good minute before I woke up. I grabbed some leftover pasta with my name on it and headed back to my guest room so as not to disturb her.

What if he comes back? I know the locks are changed but what's going to stop him from breaking the door down?

I honestly wasn’t expecting an answer as late as it was considering how absolutely wrecked and exhausted Spencer looked whenever I left the office. I turned the tv on and flipped through some channels before settling on some C list horror movie as I shoveled pasta into my mouth. A soft vibration from my side caught my attention and I didnt know if I wanted to smile seeing Spencer's name pop up. On one hand I was surprised he had answered so quickly and I couldn't help the blush that colored my cheeks. On the other hand I was well aware it was after midnight by now and honestly he should be sleeping, I slept all day so I had an excuse to be awake this late.

He won’t, not yet anyway. He knows we're looking for him and as angry as he is with you he values self preservation for more, which is why he ran away instead of looking for you. Most likely he’ll try to reappear after a few months once he thinks your guard is down and you're vulnerable, when we’re using our resources for more recent cases.

-Spencer

Oh gee thanks, I feel safer already

It wasn’t meant to plicate you, it was meant to prepare you without making you overly anxious. Stop pouting I can feel it from here

-Spencer

I rolled my eyes and chucked my phone back into the couch ignoring the text message notification. I get that he has to at least keep the illusion of professionalism so he doesn't get in trouble at work but would it kill him to at least be like no, adrienne everything is going to be fine? No. I would have hated that too because Spencer was right. I would just feel like he was lying to me and telling me what I wanted to hear.

There’s a difference between pouting and having a logical level of fear and wanting to be reassured. But I’m guessing they don’t teach you that in FBI school. God forbid cops have any level of empathy for someone.

I knew my answer was harsh but I was angry, and not at just one person but really this entire fucked up situation and the universe in general. Spencer just happened to be getting the brunt of it because it was late and he was the only person awake, add on the fact he makes me sexually frustrated and that's even more reason to be bratty to him.

Your anger is a fear response often shown by people who don’t like a lack of control. Commonly due to childhood abuse or trauma they couldn't escape and instead of being scared you choose to be angry.

-Spencer

…Shut up

Oh yes Addie because that was definitely a mature response, not even a denial, hell that was practically an admission I had just given him but he was right. I was scared. Scared Casey would come back, scared they wouldn't be able to catch him or protect me.

It’s late Adrienne, go to sleep. And before you even argue, it's 12:30, what are you going to do at 12:30 in the morning?

-Spencer

First of all I’ll have you know I slept until 11 this evening, and secondly myself since no one else is doing it

I stared wide eyed at the screen as he seemed to type for forever, well I said it i can't go back and unsay it now so whatever happens happens I guess. He’ll either find it extremely hilarious and laugh along with me or it will end in me being blocked.

Like I said yesterday, he was not a very good boyfriend then. Go to sleep now Adrienne, it's not up for discussion.

-Spencer

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— Emily Prentiss

Dom!Emily using her vibrator on you while you rub her clit

taking good care of your sweet pussy

riding your face in the shower

Emily showing you how real women ride dick

visiting her on a case to let her fuck your brains out

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— Elle Greenaway

taking a pit stop to have a little taste of Elle

older!Elle teaching you how to take her strap

public sex at the beach

passionate missionary after being apart for so long

tending to Elle’s needy little pussy

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— Jennifer Jareau

eating Jennifer out on her boat on a hot summer day

Jennifer teasing you through your panties

both of you using your favorite vibrator at the same time

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making out with the milf next door

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— Tara Lewis

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domming Tara for the first time

late night pussy grinding

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cumming all in her mouth

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Sundrop's Criminal Minds Masterlist

Lessons For A Genius - Capsule Series (Temporarily Complete)

Note: This is a Capsule Series, so each fic can be read as an individual oneshot. There is no overarching story, and no specific ending.

Lesson One: Slick Silicone - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Friends With Benefits. Smut. Despite being a genius, Reid still has a lot left to learn about life. (Mostly sex related.) And he definitely wants to learn from you. His first lesson? Well, a linguistics lesson turns into a hands-on demonstration with a very special toy. (17,200 words.)

Lesson Two: Magic Metacarpals - Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. (Pining) Friends With Benefits. Smut. After receiving his first lesson, Spencer is eager to learn more for you. So you teach him the next logical thing - how to pleasure you in return. (26,300 words.)

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Fake Dating. Hurt and Comfort. While undercover inside the Separatarian Sect, you and Spencer realize something important: you can’t live without each other. (8,200 words.)

Push and Pull - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader - Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut, Sexual Tension. When investigating Viper, Emily doesn't fall for his tricks, and in fact - spends the night teasing him by showing more interest in you. Little did she know, she was driving you insane in the process. (2,800 words.)

The Perfect Brat - Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. Spencer acts up, so you and Elle put him in his place. (2,900 words.)

Loverboy - Bratty!Virgin!Spencer Reid x (Dom)Fem!Reader. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP. You try your hardest to make Spencer's first time a good one. (3,100 words.)

Black Suit - Dom!Emily Prentiss x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. After a particularly hard case, Emily takes you home and helps you unwind by showing you exactly where you belong. (2,900 words.)

From Your Lips - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut, Hurt and Comfort. After JJ is attacked on the Hankle farm, you take the time to check on her and distract her flustered mind. (3,000 words.)

Figure It Out - A Criminal Minds Casefic. Fem!Reader x Gen!BAU Team (Platonic). General Casefic, modelled after a Criminal Minds episode. Angst, Mystery, Hurt and Comfort. When the team takes a case in your hometown - a secret that you have been trying to hide for years comes to be known with a vengeance. (18,000 words.)

Meddle About - Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Morgan calls you Reid's 'Mommy', and you don't think much of it - but Reid can't get it out of his head. It accidentally slips out of his lips, and you like how it sounds coming from him. (6,300 words.)

Pathetic - Dom!Elle Greenaway x Switch!GN!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP. Spencer gets punished again - in a very creative way. (2,600 words.)

She Keeps Me Up - Dom!Jennifer Jareau x Sub!Fem!Reader. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP. JJ is very protective of you - and very possessive of you. When an UnSub leaves a tiny scratch on you, she feels the need to remind you exactly who you belong to. (3,100 words.)

Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic!Reader Headcanons

Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss Kink Headcanons

Random Spencer Reid Headcanons

JJ Being Protective Of You (Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic Reader)

The Scale of Dominance and Submissiveness in The Criminal Minds Characters (Headcanons)

How would Spencer react to you teasing him with a lollipop?

How would Spencer react to you fainting around him?

How would Spencer, Emily, and Elle react to getting proposed to?

How would Derek, Emily, and Spencer react to your daughter being clingy with them?

Note: This last fic links off to AO3. I'm probably not going to edit it and post it on Tumblr - it's going to live on AO3. So if you want to read it, you can do so at this link.

Burn The Witch - Spencer Reid x (BAU)Fem!Reader. Mutual Pining Co-Workers. Heavy Angst, Smut, Casefic. (Series - Complete.) You weren’t sure which you regretted more: acting on your feelings for Spencer, or writing them down first. But there wasn't much room for regrets when a psychopath was waving a gas can in front of your face and telling you he intended to turn you to ashes. (69,900 words.)

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heyy could i request something jotchniss

sub jj , sub emily and dom hotch ?? thank you love ur writing :))

A/N: Hey Anon! I know you asked for sub JJ, but I can’t for the life of me picture JJ as a sub, so I hope switch/sub JJ is okay! This one also is a little more Jemily than I usually write, but I wanted to switch things up.

Title: Don’t lose your focus  Summary: After JJ and Will split up, JJ feels lost for a long time, luckily for her, she finds exactly what she needs with Aaron and Emily. Word Count: 4,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, threesome, restraints, sex toys, anal, double penetration, Dom Aaron, Switch JJ, sub JJ, sub Emily   

When Will and JJ decided to split up, she was lost for a long time. Her life became Henry and the BAU, splitting time between trying to be the best mother she could be while also balancing her work that she had no intention of leaving. They decided to split their time with Henry, shifting days and weeks to make it work for both Will and JJ but it was hard, it was harder than she’d wanted to admit.   

For a long time after, JJ felt like half a person, like something was missing. She felt guilty because she wasn’t spending enough time with her son, felt a longing for something besides being a single mother. She loved Henry with everything she had, and the guilt for feeling like it wasn’t enough was an everlasting presence.    

But JJ and Will make it work. A year passes, then another one and Henry is turning 4 and JJ has almost been able to ignore the itch that something was missing.    

And then that night happens.    

She’s spending an evening at Aaron and Emily’s house. They had been together for almost two years now, happy in a way that makes something ache in JJ’s chest. The jealousy was bitter on her tongue, the feeling of possibly never having the kind of happiness that her friends had a realization she’d rather not have. She pretends that she doesn’t feel something warm in her belly when Emily looks at her a certain way, or that Aaron’s heavy, warm hand on her shoulder doesn’t give her goosebumps. She didn’t want to admit that she felt something more than friendship towards them, she had ignored those feelings for so long that it felt like second nature by now.   

But then Emily kisses her. It’s soft and so sudden that JJ steps back with wide eyes searching brown ones.   

“What are you doing?” She asked just as Aaron came to wrap an arm around Emily’s waist.   

“I think she kissed you.” He answers before Emily has the chance to, an unfamiliar look in his eye that made her gulp. “Did you like it?”    

She looked between them, from the amused smirk on Aaron’s face to Emily’s dark stare, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and JJ couldn’t lie to them.   

“Yes.” She breathed and she swore she saw them both relax slightly. Aaron took her hand, tugged her closer and Emily’s soft hands landed on her hips. For a moment she was lost in them, confused and excited as Aaron leaned a little closer to her.   

“Should she do it again?” He asked and JJ is nodding before she can think about it. Emily’s lips are more insistent that time, soft and careful but an urgency behind her kiss. When they break apart and JJ looks between the pair she feels like the part of her that she’s been missing, finally fell into place.     

*   

That night she ends up spending hours in their bed, watches the way Emily submits to Aaron, how Aaron worships her, studies the different ways they bring pleasure to each other. And to her. It’s a new world, until them she had never been one to explore. But they come along and it’s like a buffet of pleasure that they lay at her feet.   

In hindsight it shouldn’t have surprised her that Aaron had a thing about control even in bed, it shouldn’t have made her pause that Emily gave herself utterly and completely to him. That their trust led to exploration of pain and pleasure.    

Aaron teaches her how and where to hit the whip across pale skin, Emily watches with hazy eyes as JJ gives herself to Aaron. She never knew she had a thing about control as well, not until she got to experience it herself.    

With Aaron, she was never in control. With Emily, she always was.   

“I’m giving you my permission to use her.” Aaron had whispered against the shell of her ear. “Poor thing needs two people to tell her what to do.” His hand wraps in her blonde hair and pulls harshly, causing a breathy moan to fall from her lips. “But at the end of the day you know who owns you, don’t you?”   

“You do.” She gasped and she felt his grin, feral and dark against her neck.    

It’s new, it’s exciting, it’s exactly what she needs.   

She lets herself fall in love with them, explores what it means to be in a relationship with not one person, but two. And she’s never been happier.    

*   

It’s another year and they all live together, not caring what people might think because they were happy, they were working.   

JJ is sifting through files in her office when the door closes and she looks up to find her girlfriend leaning against the dark wood, a familiar look on her face.   

“Do you need something?” She arches an amused eyebrow when Emily shakes her head and pushes off from the door.   

“I’m bored.” She says as she sits on the edge of JJ’s desk.    

“We’re at work. Why can’t you enjoy a slow day?” JJ muses as she stands from her chair and fits herself between her spread legs. “Does Aaron know you’re in here?”    

“Nope.” Emily grins as JJ grabs her hips and squeezed. She pulled her closer by wrapping her legs around her slim waist. “He’s in a mood.”   

“Is he now?” JJ smirked when Emily nodded, her dark eyes already focused on her lips. “And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’ve been acting like a brat since this morning?” One hand moves from her hip to tangle in dark hair and she tugs hard enough for Emily to hiss. JJ places soft kisses up the column of her throat. “He’s already texted me everything you’ve been doing, and what we’re going to do with you when we get home.”    

Emily whimpers at her words, fear and excitement in equal measure spreading through her.    

“And he also told me that if you came in here trying to distract me, to tell him.” JJ keeps one hand tangled in her hair while picking up her phone with the other, quickly sending a message to Aaron. “And we both know that I’m his good girl.” JJ nips at her throat before stepping away from the brunette, leaving her dazed and aroused.   

“JJ-” Emily tries reaching for her but she barely has time to stand from the desk before Aaron is walking through the door with an angered expression on his face.     

“What did I tell you about leaving your desk?” He walks towards Emily and easily pushes her to her knees on the floor. Then he reaches for JJ and kisses her. “I knew I could count on you, sweet girl.” He whispers against her lips and she feels her cheeks heating and lips tug upwards at the praise. When Aaron looks down at Emily any trace of softness is gone and he scowls. “Pathetic, aren’t you?”    

Emily looks up at them with wide eyes, a flush creeping from her cheeks and down her chest. She licked over her bottom lip as she nodded, wordlessly agreeing to his harsh words. But JJ knew how much she loved it, how much she craved it.    

“Please Aaron-”   

“Quiet.” He ordered and stepped back from her, urging JJ to follow him. He looked at Emily kneeling on the dirty floor of JJ’s office, still sometimes not believing his luck, that both Emily and JJ both gave him this, that they trusted him enough to do so. “JJ will think of a suitable punishment once we get home.”    

She can’t ignore the tingle down her spine when she hears the way Emily tries to muffle a moan.    

*   

JJ and Emily get home earlier than Aaron that day and JJ plans to take full advantage of that fact. She hasn’t stopped touching Emily since they got in the car, let her hand linger on her thigh or tangled in her hair, drew her nails up and down her arm. Emily was always so receptive, breathy sighs and low moans, pale skin flushed as her eyes pleaded for more. 

“Get the strap.” JJ orders and she sees the way Emily tries to hide her excitement and she smirks. She gets undressed while waiting for her girlfriend to find the harness and dildo and watches in amusement as Emily tries handing them to her. 

“Get naked and put it on.” She almost chuckles at the way Emily’s eyebrows rise high on her forehead. Emily almost never wore the strap, but JJ had plans.  

“Why?” She asked and JJ grabbed her jaw with just enough pressure for it to hurt. 

“Because I’m telling you to. Because you clearly think that misbehaving is the way to get you what you want.” She tightens her grip and Emily hisses at the pain. “And because I fucking said so.” She all but spat the words in her girlfriends’ face, she didn’t let go until she was nodding in her hold and JJ pressed a kiss to her lips. When they broke apart Emily’s eyes were hooded, her tongue sneaking out to lick her bottom lip and taste JJ.

She watched as Emily undressed, a look of uncertainness on her face and JJ couldn’t help the low hum of amusement. She let her gaze follow the harness up smooth thighs, lingered on the fake cock bouncing between Emily’s legs as she walked slowly towards the bed.

“Lay down.” JJ instructed while pulling out the leather cuffs and then straddled her girlfriend’s waist. She smiled when her center pressed against Emily’s stomach, the brunette clearly feeling the wetness on her skin and she whimpered. She fastened her wrists in each cuff, spreading them wide apart before moving off the bed again to take in the vision of Emily tied down with a look close to desperate on her face.

“Baby-” She started as she watched the blonde at the end of the bed. “I need you.”

JJ scoffed, the sound sarcastic as it fell from her lips.

“This isn’t about you.” She said and Emily slumped slightly. “You’ve been greedy, we have treated you too good.” She moved around the room, grabbed lube and then climbed back on the bed. “So until Aaron comes home, you will lie here and you will let me use that gorgeous body of yours until I’ve had my fill. You will be quiet, you won’t touch, you’ll be good, for once in your life.” JJ gently caressed a flushed cheek, then leaned down to let her lips graze Emily’s. “Is that clear?”

“Yes.” She breathed, her entire body already hot, arousal pulsing between her legs but she resisted pushing her legs together to relieve some of the ache. She moaned quietly when JJ kissed her, opened her lips to an insistent tongue and when she pulled away, Emily almost whimpered at the loss. She watched as JJ smeared the lube on the fake cock, her eyes zeroed in on the way it looked huge as the blonde straddled it.

JJ slowly sunk down on the toy, let her body get used to the delicious stretch. She moaned, her eyes closing as she settled over her girlfriend, a lazy smile on her face as she did.

“Fuck, that feels good.” She whispered and Emily bit her bottom lip in response. She started to roll her hips, then lifted herself up and down and when she moaned louder Emily’s hands balled into fists. JJ knew that this was torture for her, that Emily loved to touch, loved to bring her pleasure. She was watching JJ with pleading eyes, the brown orbs so dark, pupils blown wide and it only made her move her hips faster.

Emily couldn’t keep her eyes off JJ, from the way blue eyes rolled back, to the parted lips, watched how her thighs tensed with each movement, how her abs clenched as she rode her faster. She could feel the need to touch only grow, wanted to wrap her lips around pink nipples and grab onto blonde hair and feel the way she would clench around her fingers.

She was moving faster, hips twitching as the pleasure built inside of her. She rubbed her clit and shuddered as her head fell back.

“You’re such a good toy for me to use.” She panted and Emily buckled up in return, clearly trying to get some relief on her clit. “So good for me.” She rubbed her clit faster as her hips grinded onto the toy.

“Fuck!” Emily moaned before she could stop, the base of the dildo pressed right against her clit with each movement of JJ’s hips.

If she hadn’t been so close she would have stopped, would have stuffed something in Emily’s mouth as a reminder to keep quiet, but she could feel her orgasm building and her need for release was bigger than her need to punish. She leaned over her girlfriend, steadying herself with one hand next to Emily’s head as she continued to ride the dildo, blue eyes locked on brown.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” She gasped as Emily whimpered. “You look so pretty when you’re this desperate.” The cuffs rattled against the headboard and JJ felt Emily push up against her again and it was the last push she needed to crash into an intense blur of pleasure. Her body trembled as her hips jerked desperately against Emily. She gasped, her forehead landing on Emily’s shoulder as she let her orgasm wash through her until all that was left was the subtle quivers. She let herself relax for a little bit and only sat up when Emily squirmed slightly.

“JJ, please.” Her voice was thick with want and JJ lifted her head with a grin on her face.

“I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to make me come again.” She chuckled when Emily nodded quickly and then carefully sat up again, then moved off the toy. The silicone was covered in her slick and Emily’s eyes widened at the sight. JJ unclasped the cuffs, a small reward for her and then removed the harness before settling above Emily’s face.

She was quick to wrap her arms around JJ’s strong thighs, let her hands trail up and down smooth skin and sighed happily at finally getting to touch her. When she tasted JJ’s arousal she moaned, the sound muffled as she settled above her. Her tongue moved through slick folds, dipped inside of her and JJ gasped, her hips slowly rocking against her tongue.

She sucked her clit, kept JJ against her with a firm hold around her thighs. She wanted her to come on her tongue and she didn’t let up until JJ was grinding onto her face.

Sometimes it amazed JJ how quickly Emily could make her come, but only a few minutes later she was moaning and gasping. She fell forward as she came, Emily’s tongue insistent on her clit, drawing out the pleasure for as long as possible.

Emily didn’t stop licking and sucking on her clit until JJ had relaxed, only then she dipped her tongue inside of her, still feeling the way her pussy was clenching.

“Good girl.” JJ moaned and sat up again. She could see Emily slick on her thighs and she smirked to herself. “Again.”

Emily whimpered, her brain hazy from arousal, her clit aching and pulsing. JJ still hadn’t touched her and she was going insane. But she loved bringing both her lovers pleasure, so she happily pushed her tongue deeper inside of JJ, a low whimper escaping at the heat of her. She alternated licking over her clit and dipping her tongue inside of her and JJ’s moans slowly got breather and louder.

“Just like that.” JJ whispered, her eyes closing at the pleasure her girlfriend was causing as she built her up again. When she opened them only a few moments later, Aaron was standing in the doorway, watching them with a smirk.

“Somone’s been having fun I see.” He said, eyes moving from the harness on the floor to JJ’s flushed face. He walked across the room and JJ leaned forward, supporting herself on Emily’s hips as Aaron leaned down to kiss her. His hands were warm as he trailed them down her body, fingers rough when he tweaked her nipples, earning a gasp from her.

“Is she making you feel good?” Aaron could see the pleasure on her body, could tell that she was close to coming and JJ nodded.

“She’s so good with her mouth.” JJ’s eyes rolled back when Emily sucked her clit hard.

“I know she is.” Aaron cooed as he started to undress. “How many times has she made you come?”

“Twice.”

“But almost three times now.” He smirked as JJ’s body started to tense. “How many times has Emily come?”

“None.” JJ forced out, barely able to listen to his dark voice as she got closer. “She hasn’t earned it.”

Aaron chuckled as he pulled off his boxers. He was already hard just from watching them, his hand fisting his cock and slowly rubbing it.

“She must be desperate by now.” He kneeled on the bed and JJ forced herself not to come just at the sight of him in front of her. “Show me how we she is.”

She pulled Emily’s thighs wide apart and she felt the moan vibrate against her clit. Emily hated when they talked about her like she wasn’t there and they knew it, they also knew that it only made her wetter.

“My my…” Aaron’s smirk was dark when he saw just how wet she was. He climbed closer to them, settled between Emily’s thighs and let his cock fall onto her clit. “What are we going to do to you?”

“Fuck, fuck-” JJ’s desperate moans caused him to look up and he grabbed her blonde hair in a tight fist.

“Come on, let go and come on her tongue.” He kept his hold on her hair as JJ came with a strangled groan. Her eyes closed tight as her hips buckled and then Aaron kissed her, swallowing up her moan.

“That’s my girl.” He mumbled against her lips, only letting her fall to the side of Emily’s body after she had stopped trembling. He watched fondly as JJ laid down beside Emily, her breathing still heavy and eyes glazed over. Then he looked at Emily, who was licking her lips, obviously still tasting JJ on them. She was panting too, her body covered in sweat.

“Gorgeous, both of you.” He mumbled and grabbed the base of his cock. He slapped the tip of it against Emily clit and she jerked with a breathy whine.

“Please, please touch me.” She pleaded and he chuckled.

“Look at you, even begging for it. Looks like JJ has done a good job putting you in your place.” He slapped his cock against her swollen clit again, the sound obscene. “Put on the harness, baby.”

JJ smiled widened and she moved from the bed, quickly adjusting the harness and getting back on the bed. She was tired, her body sated from the orgasms she’d already had, she knew that Aaron could tell as he kept slapping his cock against Emily who’s whimpers only got louder and breathier.

“Lay back, you deserve the rest.” He winked at her and bit back a smile as she laid back beside Emily who was fisting the bedding to keep from reaching out or taking matters into her own hands.

“Aaron, ah-” Whatever Emily was going to say died on her lips when Aaron suddenly slapped his hand on her clit and her thighs closed automatically.

“While I do think it would be fun watching you come just like this, I want your ass tonight.” Aaron mused casually, ignoring that Emily was grinding into his hand until he slapped it again, the sound loud as Emily let out a sound somewhere stuck between pain and pleasure. “Ride her, show us how much you need it.” With those words, he moved back enough for Emily to scramble to her hands and knees, and easily straddled JJ’s slim hips.

JJ’s hand rested on Emily’s thighs as she sat down fully, taking the entire dildo in one smooth thrust.

“You didn’t even need lube.” She smirked at the gasp that fell from Emily’s lips as she started to move. She pushed her hips up, earning a loud moan from her girlfriend as she found a pace. But she didn’t get to enjoy the sight for long, soon enough Aaron was behind them, pushing Emily down until she was laying down flat against JJ.

JJ kept her eyes on Emily’s face as Aaron slowly pushed inside her ass, she loved the look of somewhat pained pleasure on her face, loved when Emily took both of them and she knew that they did too.

“Oh my God…” Emily sucked in a breath and burrowed her face in JJ’s neck as she adjusted. Aaron was stroking calming hands over her ribs and back, JJ was holding her thighs as they gave her a few moments. “Move, please move.” She panted and Aaron was the first to pull out, setting the pace as he fucked into her with a growl.

“Perfect, my perfect girls.” He caught JJ’s eye over Emily’s shoulder and smirked at the way her mouth had fallen open. He thrusted harder and both women moaned as Emily was pushed down on the dildo that pressed against JJ’s clit.

They found a rhythm, Aaron fucking into Emily and JJ weakly pushing up against her, too tired to do much else, but it was more than enough. Emily was moaning and groaning, her senses overwhelmed from being denied for so long to feeling everything. She bit down on JJ’s shoulder, knew that she was bruising her skin but didn’t care. She was already close to the edge, getting there quickly to no one’s surprise.

“You can come.” Aaron grunted behind her before she even had the chance to ask. His lips were hot against her ear, his stubble rough against her and it was perfect. She tried moving between them, her hips jerking as she got closer and closer, until finally she came with a scream.

JJ gasped when Emily tensed above her, felt her body tremble as she came with her and Aaron’s name on her tongue. She caught Aaron’s satisfied grin as he peppered kisses along Emily’s shoulder and neck, not stopping his heavy thrusting until Emily was coming down with heavy breaths.

“JJ,” He said as he moved higher on his knees and she looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you want to watch for a bit, rest?”

“Yes, please.” She loved watching her lovers together, loved that Aaron knew that.

Emily whined when Aaron slipped out of her, his hands warm as he helped her off JJ’s lap and onto her back again. She reached out to hold JJ’s hand just as Aaron pushed back inside her ass and her eyes closed in pleasure.

“Look at me.” Aaron mumbled and two sets of eyes looked up at him. “You can touch her freely.” He said to JJ who rolled onto her side, pressing against Emily’s body and letting go of her hand. “And you can come as much as you want to.” He looked to Emily who smiled gratefully at him. He loved to bring them both over the edge as many times as possible, but giving either of them free range like this was unusual.

Emily’s train of thought came to and end when JJ’s fingers pressed inside of her, the palm of her hand grinding against her clit just as Aaron started to thrust harder inside of her, making her bite her lip to keep from screaming out too loudly.

“She’s already clenching.” JJ said in awe, she loved that Emily always came so easily for them.

“You wound her up good, baby.” Aaron told her through slightly labored breathing. He moved to grab Emily’s hips in a tight grip, leaving new bruises over old ones as he thrust as hard as he could. He had been longing for them for hours so he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck I love watching you.” JJ whimpered as she looked between Aaron’s strong body and Emily’s trembling one. “You’re so close, again.”

“Yes, yes fuck yes.” Emily pulled JJ down for a rough kiss, her soft lips muffling the needy moans. When they broke apart she looked up at Aaron. “Kiss me?”

Aaron smiled at the simple request, that in a moment that was anything but tender, Emily would crave something so simple as a kiss. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, a low groan rumbling in his chest when JJ’s nails scratched through his hair and keeping him against Emily.

“Come again, sweetheart.” He mumbled when they broke apart and he was back to kneeling between her legs. Her ass clenched around him hard and JJ’s hand moved faster and Emily wouldn’t have been able to hold back even if she tried to. She came again with a cry of pleasure, her back arching and eyes closed tight as she gave in to the pleasure.

“That’s it, that’s it honey.” JJ mumbled against her ear, her hand slowing but not stopping as Aaron continued to fuck into her. She could feel his cock, could feel Emily’s clamping walls and she felt a rush of arousal settle between her legs.

They didn’t stop, Emily coming two more times until Aaron was grunting his pleasure against JJ’s lips as he spurted inside Emily. They were a mess of sweaty limbs and harsh breaths and pleasured daze as they laid tangled on the bed after.

“How about we shower, and then we’re doing that again?” Aaron smiled as JJ nodded on his left and Emily hummed happily on his right.

It was strange, how time could change everything but JJ had never been happier that it had.

[babygorewhore]

•You’re lime green jello and you can’t even admit it to yourself•

Summery: Spencer Reid finally shows the BAU his girlfriend at dinner. They can’t believe how such a shy, nerdy guy pulled a famous goth playboy bunny model. After you tease him relentlessly, he has to show you exactly who’s in charge.

Warnings! Reader is Jennifer check coded! Dom/Sub dynamic! Pussy slapping! Choking! Degrading! Praise! Oral! Fem receiving! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Multiple orgasms! Sir! Kink!

“Relax, kid. We’re not gonna eat her.” Derek Morgan nudged Spencer with a muscular elbow and the younger male sighed, puffing his cheeks out.

“I know but-I’m just not sure she’s gonna fit in.” Spencer responded and Emily prentiss rolled her eyes across from him.

“Reid, just because she’s your first girlfriend doesn’t mean you need to be sweating bullets.”

“She’s not my first-okay maybe she’s my first official girlfriend,” Spencer admitted.

His team surrounded him at the round table as they watched the clock at the restaurant. A welcome break after chasing unsubs every week.

The entrance opened and Spencer turned to see you walk through the doors. You were carrying a pink purse. Your polished chunky boots tapped the floor, black short skirt and black tank top hovered above your belly button ring. A g white string peeking out in the corners. Your skin was littered with tattoos and your hair was nearly braided in two.

Your makeup was flawless and sealed with bold lipstick. You saw Spencer and gave him a brilliant smile.

“Holy hell, kid. Your girlfriend is the playboy bunny model?” Derek breathed out your actual name and Spencer ducked his head with a dimpled grin.

“Wow, Spence. She’s gorgeous.” JJ admired as you confidently stepped to the table.

You leaned down, planting yourself onto Spencer’s lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Pressing your lips to his cheek, “Mmm, hi baby! Missed so much during the shoot. God, you look so salty.” You mused and ran your hand through his curls.

“Salty?” Derek parroted as he watched you make yourself comfortable.

“It’s um her way of saying a compliment.” Spencer chuckled as you scrunch your nose and gave him a little pout. “Awww, why are you all shy? Is this your team?” You whisper in his ear, causing goosebumps on his skin.

“Yeah! This is agent Derek Morgan, Agent Jennifer Jareau who we call JJ, Emily Prentiss and Penelope Garcia is coming back now.” He nervously stated and you squealed when you saw Garcia walking towards the table.

“Hi! I love your outfit! It’s so fun!” You stuck out your hand for the blonde to shake.

“Thank you! Spencer Reid, you didn’t tell us that your girlfriend was THE playboy model!” Spencer sputtered as Garcia rambled to Derek about how you revolutionized being a goth model but you smirked a little watching their chemistry.

“Are they like…together?” You whispered in Spencer’s ear and he turned to answer but you kissed him quickly.

“You fell for it again! God, Spencer…you’re so gullible!” You giggle and swing up from his legs.

You reach down and grab Emily’s hand, shocking the brunette. “I’m like totally tired from my shoot. Come with me to order? I want to get to know Spencer’s coworkers.”

Emily casts Spencer a look, signaling confusion and slight fear but she holds your ringed fingers as she takes you to the window to place an order.

“Damn, man. She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.” Derek scoffed and Garcia smacked his chest.

“Shut it, hot stuff. Our pretty boy scored a supermodel and we’re gonna be happy for him.”

“I am happy for him, baby girl but-“ She proceeded to pinch his lips shut with her fingers and Spencer chuckled as you returned with a soda hand in hand with Emily.

You quirked an eyebrow, “Shut up! You were totally talking about me when I left weren’t you?”

“I-No! I was just-“

“Don’t play coy with me Mr. Reid!” You tease and move next to him. Spencer’s cheeks flush bright red as you set your hand on his slim thigh.

“God, isn’t he so fucking hot?” You coo at him and his teammates glance around.

“Should we give you two some privacy?” JJ offers and you laugh.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t think Spencer’s used to all the compliments I give him. I’m obsessed with him.” You extend your neck to the side, showing a necklace with a S initial on it.

“I wear his letter proudly.”

The dinner went on with you preening and doting on Spencer as he quietly spoke. His team joined in conversation as you all ate the meal before you. When it was time to leave, you wrapped your hand around Spencer’s bicep as you both stood.

“Is it still okay for me to stay the night with you? My driver just brought me straight here.”

Spencer nodded. “Yeah, of course. Do you need anything before we go to my apartment?”

You shake your head and nuzzle into his shoulder. “Mmmm, no. Just need you.”

“Oh, shit.” Garcia smirked at your tone and Spencer flicked his hair out of his face.

“I’ll see you guys later.” He waved at his coworkers and led you silently to his car. As he opened the passenger seat, he hovered his lips above your ear.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, Angel. Because when we get home, I’m gonna have to teach you something.”

You nervously stepped through his apartment door and you felt Spencer’s hands massage your shoulders. “Did you enjoy that? Treating me like some sort of lost puppy?” His voice was soft but held a familiar authority.

You turn your head, “I was just messing around-“

“Shhh, see there’s just no use in excuses. Didn’t we talk about that? About what happens when you act like that in public?” You heard him unbuckle his belt. “I get to show you who controls the leash.”

You felt pressure and leather around your throat causing you to moan. Your panties dampened as Spencer led you into the bedroom. His curtains were pulled shut and his dozens of books neatly adorned shelves. He cupped your jaw tightly from behind, “It’s kinda funny actually, everyone thinks that I’m some sort of weak little boy when it comes to you but if only they knew how most of the time,” he pushes you chest down on the bed your ass sticking up while he still holds the belt.

“I make you my little slut.”

You whine and your chest squeezes inside your bra as he tightens hold of the leather. “Now, are you too choked out to remember how this works? Or do you need a reminder on how to use your words?” His volume remained low and steady.

“I’m sorry, sir! I’m so sorry, sir!” You whine and attempt to free yourself but Spencer wasn’t having it.

He wasn’t a large man by any means but he was stronger than he looked. He pulled down your skirt, showing your thong and ass. He clicked his tongue and gave it a squeeze.

“It’s really a shame you had to be such a brat, baby. Otherwise I would have worshiped you like a princess.” He sighed. “But unfortunately, you had to act like that.”

Your core fluttered as you felt him flip you over, landing you on your back as he pulled back the belt. Spencer’s brown eyes were almost black with lust as he admired his handy work. “Spread your legs.” He ordered.

You obeyed and exposed your lopsided panties. Spencer ran his fingers along your cunt, gathering the growing wetness before he gave you pussy a slap. You jolted but he only slapped it harder.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, bunny. You knew exactly what was going to happen. You wanted to push my buttons, hmm?” Spencer mused as you squirmed as he continued smacking your cunt.

“I’m-sorry-sir!” You whimpered between his punishing slaps. Spencer tilted his head and pursed his lips in mock consideration.

“I think you know exactly how to make this up to me. Are you going to be a good bunny and take it for me? Are you going to-“ He noticed your eyes squeezed shut, “Open your eyes and look at what you did!” His sudden increase of voice made a tingle run down your spine. He never yelled.

“Do you think this is a game?” You shook your head but he nodded. “Oh, you do. You know the rules. You don’t get to put your mouth on me. The rest of the night.”

You gasp as Spencer finally tears away your thong, tossing it in the corner and he pulls you to the edge of the bed.

“For such a brat, you have such a fuckin pretty pussy.” He groaned and knelt on the floor. You threw your head back as he buried his face in your pussy.

His tongue worked you over deeply, he had memorized your body perfectly and his hands held your knees apart. Spencer lapped at your cunt and clit like a man starved as your vision went white.

“Fuck, mmmm, Spencer! I’m gonna cum-“ You breathe and Spencer moans into your pussy.

“Cum for me. Cum on my face.” Your stomach uncoils but he doesn’t stop there.

Spencer manhandles you on your hands and knees, his chin glistening with your arousal. He yanked down his pants and boxers, his dick throbbing so hard he felt like he was going to explode. “I don’t even have to jerk myself off before I fuck you. I love it when you act like a whore.” He hisses as he shoves into your cunt.

You cry out and he sticks his fingers in your mouth.

“Yeah? You’re screaming already? So desperate you’re gonna cum again before I do.” He taunts as he thrusts into you with wild force. Your hands keep yourself upright on the mattress and you grip the blankets.

“Spencer, god, i needed it so bad! I like making you jealous.” You admit and Spencer pulls out his fingers from your lips.

“Yeah and it worked. Now, I’m going to breed you and plug up my cum. Then no one will ever wonder who you belong to.” His filthy words send you over the edge again and you cream on his dick. You roll your hips against him and Spencer empties his cum in your cunt.

He grunts heavily in your ear as he fucks you through your orgasm. His cock twitching as he sits back. He pulls you onto his lap, your back pressed against his chest.

“Come on, doll. You can give me more. You’re going to be a good girl now, right?” He huffs and you moan.

“Yes, sir! I promise!” Your eyes filled with tears as pleasure overwhelms you.

“Bounce on it. You want to act like you’re in charge? Bounce on my dick like the slut you are.” He growls and you obey him. Your tits bounce as you ride his dick, your third climax approaching quickly.

“I’m just going to make you cum over and over again until you’re brainless. Only able to say Yes, sir.” You mewl as you spill onto his cock again, your skin burning with lust as your body trembles. Your cunt slipping easily as Spencer makes you continue to stay on.

“You should have thought of that. Now, you’re going to watch me jerk off and you’re going to sit on one of your little toys.”

You wanted to protest but you knew it was the price to pay. Making him lime green jello definitely had consequences.

Dividers by @cafekitsune Requested by my soulmate @xxbimbobunnyxx I hope you enjoy it baby!!!!!!! W.C. Less than 2k

Tagging @starkeysprincess @oceanblvd111 @oceandriveab @redhead1180 @littlexdeaths @bunnycrush

[venusbyline]

Reddish ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 11, oct.

— pairing: Emily Prentiss x girlfriend!reader x Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: threesome FFF

— summary: You and JJ accidentally woke up Emily during the night and both of you have to apologize to her properly.

— word count: 2.1k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 11th day, female!reader, Jemily!married couple, threesome (female/female/female), throuple, scissoring/tribadism, fingering, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, face-sitting, praise kink, light degradation, squirting, hair-pulling, finger sucking, nipple play, breast worship, butt worship, curse words, argument, safeword (no use), age gap (older women/younger woman), mommy kink, voyeurism, grumpy x sunshine x sunshine, canon divergence, Mistress!Prentiss, Mommy!JJ, dom!Prentiss, switch!JJ, sub!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917

— crossposting: AO3

Emily was sleeping soundly after a stressful case. Her body tense under the covers, her sleep disturbed with random nightmares. Random victims. Random Unsubs. Anything that was bizarre enough for a BAU agent.

She was trying to hold on to her sleep despite the macabre dreams. Bad sleep was still better than nothing. A peaceful night was a gift she had not felt in a long time, and she did not plan on letting it go.

At least not until she heard the soft moans that sounded from the other bed in the hotel room.

Emily huffed, turning to her side and placing the pillow over her face with a failed attempt to remain focused on simply lying down and sleeping. She was not in the mood to listen to you and JJ having fun when she was so tense, when her body was disturbing her due so much stress.

As selfish as it was, Emily wanted the two of you to just shut up so she could go back to sleep, which was impossible when she started hearing the slick sounds of your pussy rubbing together with JJ's. "You guys are so fucking annoying, you know that?" The older agent grunted, gripping the pillow tighter, finding it increasingly impossible to muffle the sounds when the other two women seemed so focused on climaxing.

"S-sorry, Mistress..." You managed to whimper, feeling a little bad for waking Emily, but your hands remained on JJ's hips as the blonde spread her legs a little wider to have more flexibility to move herself.

Taking a deep breath, Emily removed the pillow from her face and turned to look at both of you, having a perfect view of JJ smirking to her while holding your leg open, her breasts bouncing as she moved. Emily could not observe you very clearly in that position, but she knew you were lying down and also naked, your hands grabbing JJ's hips and encouraging her to go faster. "You're being too soft on her. I bet she was the one who woke you up just because she couldn't sleep." Emily declared to JJ, who let out a little chuckle, knowing that her wife was right.

"Oh, you know our little girl... always so needy." JJ purred, stopping moving and watching your eyes widen at the break in expectation. You were so close to cum and she just denied you that out of nowhere.

"NO!" You sobbed, trying to rub against her but not being able to get it right underneath her. "Please, Mommy! Please!"

JJ reassured you, stroking the top of your head as she got off of you, your swollen and soaked pussy being quite a sight. She knew how much you needed that orgasm, but she also knew that annoying Emily was not very smart. "You already came once this night, little girl."

Emily rolled her eyes when you whimpered at JJ's argument. "A greedy whore." She grumbled, sitting on the bed and crossing her arms. "You're spoiling her too much. That's why she's like that. Always like a bitch in heat." She did not seem to mind when you lifted your head back, a sad pout on your reddened lips. "Don't give me that look. I was trying to sleep and you woke me up with your pathetic moans."

JJ watched the slight argument between his wife and their girlfriend with some amusement. The blonde stroked your hair for a moment longer before looking at Emily. "You're tense." She argued and Emily snorted, but remained silent, looking away at the room windows. "Now that you're awake, maybe we both should apologize to you for disturbing your sleep."

An excited look appeared on your face as Emily raised an eyebrow, considering the situation for a few seconds before sighing, patting the bed. "Okay, come here."

You got up from JJ's bed quickly, making the blonde laugh as you approached Emily's bed, your body naked, cheeks flushed and hair disheveled. Not even Emily could hide her smile as she caressed your face when you sat down in front of her.

You leaned closer to her hand, pouting sadly when she let go of your face and gestured for JJ to come closer, which her wife did without blinking. When the two of you were already sitting in front of Emily. She pulled JJ by her long hair, grabbing the blonde strands tightly and bringing her wife's lips to hers. You watched it all, rubbing your thighs together as Emily used her other hand to press JJ's breast, the soft skin squeezing and leaving a brief palm-shaped rosy mark.

When Emily left the blonde to look at her again, you let out a sigh when you saw the thread of saliva that connected their lips. "You ate her out." Emily tsked at JJ when she noticed your pussy's taste during the kiss, then turned to you. "Is that how you came the first time, little girl? With Jennifer's pretty lips on that greedy little pussy of yours?"

She said with a mocking tone and you nodded pathetically, opening your legs so the two women could get a view of your pussy, your own fingers beginning to trace circles on your clit to tease Emily further.

"Spoiled cunt..." She growled, hearing your giggle as she grabbed you by the hair too, before ordering. "I want you to eat me out while I taste Jennifer." She warned beforehand and you nodded in anticipation. You do not worry about the possibility of not cumming for the second time that night. You knew Emily too well to know that even if she was annoyed that you had disturbed her sleep, she was not going to deny you an extra orgasm. Emily Prentiss was not as heartless as she pretended to be.

You settled between her legs, pulling her pajama down, smirking at both the lack of panties and the sight of her dark pubic hair glistening with her arousal. Emily lay down and straightened up better, spreading her legs so you could be more comfortable, while JJ stayed next to her for a while, taking off Emily's shirt and kissing her lips for the second time.

You smiled when JJ's fingers connected with Emily's nipples, her breasts fuller than JJ's but with less pointed nipples. When Emily moaned as soon as JJ started caressing her soft mounds, you took that as good encouragement to begin your task. You left soft kisses on Emily's thighs, her skin shivering due the contrast of your mouth on her thigh and the rougher way JJ caressed her.

"Be a good girl and don't tease me..." Emily scolded you with a sigh, grabbing your hair once again so you could get closer to her already wet pussy.

"Did you get horny like that just listening to us scissoring?" You teased, earning a low growl from Emily and a giggle from JJ.

"Don't tease our Mistress." The blonde said, leaning down enough so she could take Emily's pink nipple into her mouth, licking it and looking at her with amused eyes as the older woman sighed with pleasure.

Your tongue teased Emily's wet folds, savoring the sweet taste of her juices that were dripping while JJ sucked Emily's breasts, her face buried there like a starving woman. You ran your lips through the dark hairs, licking up the drippings there before returning to the folds, now focusing on her clit. The little bud was already so swollen that Emily moaned loudly when your lips closed around it, sucking lightly. "Holy shit..." She arched her back upwards, growling when JJ took the opportunity to nibble on her sensitive breast. “You fucking whore.” Emily gripped JJ's long blonde hair, and you watched JJ's teasing actions weaken while you sucked Emily's clit.

"Sorry, Mistress." She whispered hushedly, her mouth now kissing Emily's collarbone apologetically, a more submissive version that only Emily could get out of her.

Instead of answer to her first, Emily turned to you, stroking your hair as you batted your eyelashes, your little mouth now reddish from sucking her clit. "Use your fingers, princess."

The soft pet name made you smile and nodded, resting your lips for a few moments and using your thumb to apply gentle circles there. Emily bit her lip, and played with your hair as if you were her loyal puppy. "Good girl..." She whispered, sticking her fingers inside your mouth so you could close your eyes and suck them for a few minutes, but without losing focus on your goal. With your thumb still rubbing her clit, you stuck two fingers inside Emily's hole, not daring to go gently, because you knew how much she liked rough sex.

"Damn, little girl... You're so good for me..." Emily moaned, looking at JJ with a little smirk. "Come here..."

JJ returned the smirk and adjusted herself into the necessary position, each of her legs on one side of Emily's head before slowly lowering herself down, a loud sigh escaping when Emily wasted no time and began licking her pink pussy, the nails painted red squeezing and scratching the blonde's breasts.

Unlike you, JJ had not cum yet, but her core was already wet and sensitive from rubbing against yours before Emily woke up. Despite not having reached any orgasm, JJ was stimulated enough that Emily's licks made her start to moan loudly, her hips riding faster, the tip of her wife's nose causing a delightful friction on her clit.

Without stopping the moves of two fingers inside Emily, you lowered yourself to taste her again, enjoying her moans muffled by JJ's pussy. It was quite a sight. From where you were positioned, you could see JJ sitting on Emily's face, her beautiful ass wiggling on top of the brunette.

You held yourself back from squeezing JJ's buttocks, and instead you chose to increase the speed of your hand, the fingering becoming so fast that Emily had to take her mouth off her wife's clit for a few seconds to moan loudly, her walls tightening your fingers before she cums hard while you sucked her bud too.

Not waiting for Emily to recover from her orgasm, you continued tasting her juices, just as JJ pulled her hair to bring her face back between her legs. Emily was a little bewildered by the situation. An orgasm by itself would not make her so exhausted, but she had only recently woken up, so her view was still blurry when she let you and JJ use her practically like a sex doll, the blonde rubbing her own pussy on Emily's face without much care and you fingerfucking her pussy and licked up her release that continued to flow.

Emily would definitely think about a severe punishment for you two later, but at that moment she allowed her girls to do whatever you want. When she noticed that JJ's moans were starting to get louder and her ride started to lose rhythm, Emily gently slapped you on the head, which left you a little confused at the moment, worried that she was trying to signal the safeword, but your fear went away when she raised one knee, the habitual position made you sigh in relief and you placed a soft kiss on her leg before fitting yourself there, your wet pussy meeting hers sensitive and almost sore.

You knew Emily was already very overstimulated, so your movements were gentler, rubbing against her gently and whining, one of your hands holding her hip and the other squeezing your own breasts. It did not take long for JJ to moan Emily's name and cum, squirting on her wife's face and making you cum right away after that view.

Just as you scissoring your clit against Emily's again to prolong your new recently reached orgasm, JJ also pushed her luck, rubbing her soaked pussy all over the brunette's face, panting and laying down next to her right after.

You sighed by the overstimulation and got off of Emily, seeing her cheeks flushed and wet from JJ's squirt and also seeing how reddish her pussy was now. You placed a soft kiss there that made her shiver. "That's enough, princess." JJ scolded you and stroked Emily's damp hair, making you pouted sadly, but nodding and lying down on Emily's other side.

"Thanks, Mommy. Thanks, Mistress." You whispered to both of them, placing a soft kiss on Emily's lips, which she responded with a weak tired smile. "You want me to draw us a bath?"

Emily slowly shook her head, stroking your hair. "Don't. Right now I just wanna rest and sleep next to my two favorite girls." She smiled at you and then at JJ, letting each of you settle in next to her, the smell of sex filling the hotel room, even though neither of you cared. JJ placed Emily's head on her own chest, caressing her black hair and you hugged the brunette's waist, head resting on her shoulder until the three of you fell asleep.

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[the-thing-withfeathers]

Could you please write JJ x reader smut where the reader is new to the team and disrespects/talks back to JJ in a meeting so after it JJ puts the reader in her place!

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a/n: ugh i was sooo happy to get a request for jj!! the loml, i love her so much. thank you sm for sending this in. i tried to make it as steaaamy as possible 😫

pairing: dom!jennifer jareau x sub!reader

warnings: SMUT!! use of vibrator from jj, handcuffs, spanking, hair-pulling cursing, degradation. names used in this are fully fictional & randomly generated!

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“okay.” emily started, walking into the bullpen. “we have a case.” she said, making a beeline for the briefing room

the rest of you rose from your chairs and followed suit. you followed everyone else since it was your first week at the BAU. you had worked the entire week basically shadowing the team but also being shown around quantico. you hadn’t actually worked a proper case with them yet.

you mainly shadowed agent jennifer jareau. you found her incredibly captivating while she worked. she was beautiful but also had an intensity to her that made her good at her job. she had an intelligent mind and a presence that was hard to miss. it was endearing, you even found yourself having a little work crush on her.

you walked into the briefing room, taking a seat in between luke and jj. penelope handed out the case files to each of you, showing excitement when she handed you yours.

“baby’s first case!” she commented in a cheery tone, she then pressed a button on her remote. the juxtaposition of her cheery tone to the gruesome pictures on the screen was almost comical.

you eyed the dead body on the screen.

“joseph tiller. found dead in an alleyway with wings carved across his back.” she said, “killed in the same way as victoria barley and matthew camrey.” penelope flicked through the photos.

“the wings carved on the back is an interesting MO.” emily noted, pointing to the wings and tracing them on the screen.

“bird wings?” jj chimed in.

“angel wings.” you cut in as well, a little bit more firm than her. you were only trying to be helpful.

“they look too sharp to be angel wings. it could be a sign of predator and prey, they look like wings from smaller birds.” she said, countering you.

“these victims seem like really geniune people.” you said, flicking through the file. “i think they’re angel wings. it could be a sign of resentment, like the unsub didn’t want to kill them and he acknowledges that they’re good people. but he just couldn’t help themselves.” you looked over at jj, trying to read her face. her clenched jaw showed that she wasn’t very happy with her opinion being challenged. she was usually fine with it when it came from others— but you figured it was just cause you were new.

“you’ve barely been here a week, sweetheart. you can’t know that for sure.” jj retaliated, you went quiet.

“my opinion is just as valid as yours, agent jareau.” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“wrong opinions get you killed in this line of work.” she shook her head, glaring at you.

the room fell silent, everyone’s eyes were on the two of you.

“like you’ve never had a wrong opinion before? i find that hard to believe.” you snapped back at her. “nobody’s perfect, jareau.” you huffed.

“oh you—“ jj started.

“i think you both have points.” emily cut in to stop you two from fighting. “we can explore both options, one of them is bound to lead us to the right guy.”

you two slumped into your chairs. you didn’t want to mess with emily, you quieted down and just waited for further instructions. emily briefed all of you on your assignments for when you landed.

“wheels up in 30.”

you stood up, stepping out of the briefing room. before you could even make your way back to the bullpen, jj grabbed your arm and dragged you into her old office.

“who taught you to speak to people with that mouth?” she snapped at you while throwing you into the room and shutting the door behind her.

“what? jj, you seriously can’t be upset about what happened in the briefing room?” you asked in disbelief. you leaned against her desk with your arms across your chest.

“i’m upset. who told you it was okay to talk back?” she asked, stepping forward until she was in front of you.

“jj— come on, we have to get ready.” you said, trying to stand up straight but her stature blocked you from doing so. she suddenly grabbed your face in her hand, her fingers pressing at your cheeks.

“you deserve to be punished for how you talked to me.” she spat out. “you need to be put in your place.”

you would be lying if you said this wasn’t turning you on. you found jj beautiful, you had only seen her in a work setting. this newly sought out dominance only made her more attractive to you.

you tried to get some words out but jj squeezed your face harder, restricting you from saying anything. you let out a helpless whine instead.

“good. you sound so… weak. that’s good. you’re starting to know what you truly are.” she pulled you forward by your face and turned you around, bending you over the desk. she pulled open a drawer that was beside your leg, you heard chains clanking against each other.

oh no.

you felt handcuffs lock around your wrists as she pulled your hands behind your back. you pulled against them at first, trying to get them off.

“no. be good.” she scolded you. she pulled your pants & panties down until they bunched up around your legs. “i’m gonna need you to count, honey.” she said, the kind nickname shocking you a bit.

“count what?—“ smack. “ow! fuck!” you cried out. jj had delivered a slap to your ass, it wasn’t gentle to even start with, she released a lot of tension with it.

“count.”

smack.

“one!” you yelped out.

smack.

“fuck! two!” your hands were trying to reach for anything to hold on to. the pain was mixed with pleasure as you caught a glimpse of how hot jj looked when she was angry. your arousal started to wash over you, sending a wetness to your core.

smack!

“three!” you yelled. you were unsure if people could hear you at this point, jj didn’t seem to care. her jaw clenched and her eyes were filled with rage and lust at the same time.

smack!

“four!” you started getting used to the feeling but it was still pretty unbearable. “i’m sorry!” you tried apologising, hoping that maybe she’d stop and give you some more pleasure for once.

“i’m sorry just won’t cut it.” she muttered, swinging her hand back down.

smack!

“five! please.” you begged, tears forming in your eyes. your arousal started dripping down your legs.

smack!

“six!” you breathed out. you needed to be touched. the cool air coming in through the office air conditioner was hitting your core, sending goosebumps up your legs.

that was the last of it, jj pulled away and went into another drawer. she tinkered with something in her hand and you started to hear a light buzz.

you gasped when a vibration hit your wet cunt and moved around your clit.

how did jj manage to hide all of this?!

she started to move the vibrator up and down your slit. it moved easily with how wet you were.

“god, you’re so embarrassing. i was hurting you and you were still so turned on by me.” she laughed softly, teasing you.

you wanted to retaliate and tease back but you knew she’d probably deprive you more. you layed there and took it. you were moaning softly with each time the vibrator would hit your clit, gripping onto the chains holding the handcuffs together.

she suddenly pressed the vibrator hard against your clit, your knees immediately giving out as you dropped. your upper half on the table helped keep you up but jj didn’t care if your knees couldn’t hold you any longer, she continued to use the toy on you.

you felt your orgasm build quickly, your moans started to get heavier and your body tensed up.

she grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head up, your face lifting off the desk.

“i don’t care how long we take. you’re only gonna cum for me when i want you to.” she whispered into your ear. she pulled the vibrator away suddenly, you whined at the sudden stop.

“jj, please. i wanna cum for you.” you tried to turn and look at her.

“hearing you beg is cute, but it won’t work.” she said, she lined the vibrator up with your hole, gently pushing it in and pumping it into you.

“ah! fuck… jj, feels… feels so fucking good.” you said between moans. she dragged the vibrator up to your clit when it would pump out, then drag it back straight into your hole.

your hair was still pulled back, your back creating an arch. jj stood directly behind you and started kissing your neck, leaving bite marks that you hissed at. your eyes rolled so far back, you might’ve seen your skull.

“mmph, jj…” you moaned out her name. “won’t… won’t talk back again.” you forced out. you were so fucked out that you’d tell her anything just so you could cum.

“good girl… such a good girl.” she chuckled, pleased with her work. this was getting her off too, she was turned on by how easily you were weak for her. she had been waiting to do this with you ever since you started shadowing her.

“okay baby, you can cum.” she said, nodding in approval.

that was all you needed to release all over the toy, your cum dripping down onto the floor of her old office. you cried out her name as you came, you grinded ever so slightly against the vibrator but she quickly pulled it away, using her fingers to help you ride out the high.

she undid the handcuffs as you heard the team start to walk around and grab their go-bags. you tried to stand straight back up to pull your pants up but your legs gave out again. jj chuckled as she helped you stand upright.

“that should teach you your lesson.” she said, proud of herself.

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Is it Casual Now? (Part 2) - Jennifer Jareau

Likes are always appreciated but reblogs and feedback keep artists going!

This is part 2! It can be read as a standalone as PWOP but part 1 adds context to certain references & the ending. Part 1 can be read here.

Summary: Reader overhears a conversation between JJ and Morgan and wonders what she is to JJ.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I’ve been listening to Casual by Chappell Roan too much lately and this is what happens when I do that. This is an AU where JJ and Will are divorced, no cheating occurs.

TW: established relationship, dom!jj, fem + afab reader, use of “girl” in reference to reader, oral sex, fingering, penetration (by a strap, sometimes referred to as cock), slight degradation, praise kink, pet names, engagement announcement

Rating: R (this is almost all smut lol)

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JJ pulled your hands away from the towel, letting it slip to the floor and leaving you completely bare as she pulled you by the waist to press her body against yours.

The stiff cotton of her white button up created a friction against your chest that had your nipples hardening, your hands working quickly to undo each button of the shirt in hopes of feeling her skin against yours.

You broke the kiss to look down at what you were doing, panting to catch your breathe as your brow furrowed, growing frustrated by the task at hand.

“Need help baby?” She laughed, taking over for you and making it look almost effortless. She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders, reaching behind her back to undo her bra, finally exposing her perfect breasts. Your hands quickly cupped them, pulling her back into the kiss.

Her hands worked their way over your body, fingers ghosting down your waist before her hand found your cunt, fingers dipping into your folds to feel the wetness pooling between your thighs. She broke the kiss this time, watching your features as her finger found its way to your clit, rubbing firm circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasped, rutting your hips forward to match her movements. You let yourself give into the pleasure for a moment before your hunger kicked in, your hand gripping her wrist and pulling her from you.

You moved to undo her slacks, letting them drop to meet the messy pile of clothing on the floor before pushing her back until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the bed.

“Someone’s eager.” She breathes, positioning herself further up on the edge of the bed.

“I need you.” You practically moan, more desperate than you’ve ever felt before.

Your hands grip her hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of her underwear before tugging them down, letting her kick them off as she spreads her legs. You drop to your knees, ready to dive in when you feel her fingers tug on your hair, abruptly stopping you. You look up at her doe-eyed, brow furrowed in confusion.

“What do you need?” She questioned, knowing how crazy being this close to her cunt without being able to touch would drive you. You whine, growing impatient as you tried to look down at her heat, but her grip held your gaze on hers.

“Use your words.” Her tone is firm this time, looking you directly in the eye.

“Need to taste you.” You whine, frustration building, your lips curling into a slight pout.

“You’re lucky you look so pretty like this, I usually don’t let pathetic brats eat me out.” She cuts, tugging your head back to expose your neck a little more.

“I’m sorry, I just want to show you how much I love you.” You whimper, eyes glazing with the threat of tears.

“My sweet girl, how can I possibly say no to that?” She eases her grips, guiding you to her center, fingertips gently massaging your scalp as you finally lay your tongue flat against her heat. You moan against her, the familiar taste of her arousal getting you drunk like your favorite wine. You lap at her, tongue surveying her folds until you meet her clit, already swollen and waiting for your touch. You gave gentle flicks with the top of your tongue, taking your time to work her up even further.

“No teasing.” She groaned, gently gripping your hair.

You listened, getting to work applying firm pressure with every movement of your tongue, closing your lips around the sensitive bud to suck in just the way you know she loves. Her moans grew louder as she began to grind her hips against your face, and you knew she was close. You brought your index and middle fingers to her entrance, sinking into her wet heat to massage her velvet walls, trying your best to bring her the release you so desperately wanted to provide her after shutting her out all day.

“Right there, such a good girl.” Her breathy moans were music to your ears, spurring you on. You increased your speed, curling your fingers up against the soft spot inside of her that drove her wild, finally feeling her hips begin to stutter against you. She moaned your names, probably a little too loud given that the team was on the other side of the thin walls of this hotel, but neither of you cared as she rode out her high, her walls contracting around your fingers in a death grip.

You slowly removed your fingers, pulling away to look up at her, making hazy eye contact as you sucked her milky cum off of your digits. She brushed a strand of hair away from your face, smiling softly at you.

“You did so good, angel.” She praised, her tone almost sickeningly sweet.

She moved to get up from the bed, walking over to her bag.

“I have something for you, but I need you to get on the bed and close your eyes, okay?” She asks, waiting for your nod of understanding and your eyes to close before pulling her harness out of her bag and securing it around her hips.

You felt the bed dip, her weight shifting as you could feel her settle between your legs.

“Open.” She commanded, her hand resting on your thigh.

Your lids fluttered open, eyes widening when you saw the strap situated against her hips.

“Did you bring that? What did the agents say when they checked your bag?” You asked, slightly stuttering over your words.

“I started keeping one in my bag because I know you love it when I use it on you, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Besides, the screening team knows better than to ask too many questions about my personal items.” She explained, and you almost felt silly for asking. At this point you should’ve known how one of her death glares would shut anyone up, what surprised you was how she had your pleasure in mind even when you were away from home.

“That makes sense, thank you for thinking of me.” You always felt so vulnerable under her, and now was no different.

“I’m always thinking of you.” She sighed, shifting over you, placing her left arms beside your head. Blush crept over your cheeks at her words, feeling so loved in that moment.

“Are you ready?” Her question breaking the silence. You nod, spreading your legs wider to give her ample space. She reached down, holding the base of the dildo and slapping it against your clit a few times, each hit sending a jolt of warmth through your cunt. You began to whine, growing increasingly needy as she ran the cock through your folds, coating it in your arousal.

She locked eyes with you, lining the tip up with your entrance before slowly sliding in, allowing you to adjust to the size of the toy. Each inch had you whimpering, your hand moving to hold hers, fingers intertwined.

When she was fully situated inside of you she paused, pulling you into a kiss before starting a steady pace pumping in and out of you. Your moans slipped out against her lips, each sound motivating her to drive harder into you.

“You're taking my cock so good, angel.” She praised, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her free hand hooked behind your knee, lifting your leg to rest it against her shoulder, the new angle heightening the sensation of her rutting into you. Her thumb found your clit, rubbing firm but gentle circles over it in tandem with the pace of her thrusts, the lewd sound of skin slapping and your overwhelmed whimpering filling the room.

“Mm gonna cum!” You cried, trying your best to hold it back as the tightening coil in your abdomen threatened to snap.

“Do it angel, show me how good I make you feel.” She encouraged, quickening her pace and drinking in the sight of your tits bouncing with each of her thrusts. Her approval was all you needed, relaxing into the rush of euphoria washing over your body, your grip on her hand tightening as you cried out.

“JJ!” Was the only coherent thing that left your lips, sounded by exhausted moans. She slowed her pace, still rocking into you to help ease you down from that incredible high.

You laid there spent, half-heartedly whimpering at the loss as she pulled completely out of you, too blissed out to protest.

“Are you good if I clean things up?” She asked, kissing you on the forehead when you nodded approval.

You heard the sound of water running and your exhaustion quickly took over, drifting off to sleep.

When you woke the next morning JJ was sitting on the other side of the bed, sipping her coffee as she watched you.

“Good morning my love.” She greeted you softly.

“g’morning” You mumbled, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“How do you feel about telling the team about us?” Her question surprised you but simultaneously filled you with joy, finally being able to tell your friends about the relationship you’d been hiding for so long.

“I love it.” You smiled, getting out of bed to get dressed and ready in time to meet the team in the lobby.

“What were you two up to last night?” Derek greeted the two of you while exposing just how loud you really had been. You both rolled your eyes, looking at one another.

“We have an announcement.” JJ said, getting the rest of the team’s attention.

“We’re engaged!” You announced, taking JJ’s hand in yours.

“So much for keeping things casual, JJ.” Derek joked, calling back to the conversation that led to all of this in the first place.

“So that’s what all of that noise was last night.” Emily added, knocking shoulders with Morgan.

Your face turned bright red, embarrassed by the attention brought to your late night activities.

“Congratulations, you’ll need to fill out the necessary paperwork as soon as we return after this case.” Hotch was the voice of reason, as always.

That wouldn’t be a problem, you couldn’t wait to have it down officially that Jennifer Jareau wanted to spend the rest of her life with you.

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Hey 🤭

I have a really dirty JJ request 🤭🤭🤭

Dom!JJ x sub!f reader

With a corruption kink, reader being younger and “innocent” but eager to please lmao

JJ wearing a strap-on, rough sex, degradation (some consensual slut shaming) and praise kinks and reader calling JJ ma’am/mistress/mommy (your choice) ❤️

Aim To Please

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 7.1k+

Summary: JJ was in a really bad mood and everything around her just seemed to fuel that fire. So, when you said you wanted to help with it, you didn't expect the request she made.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics; dom!JJ, sub!r; oral (r giving); face-fucking; oral on a strap (r giving); strap-on (r receiving); rough sex; mommy kink; corruption kink; degradation; praise; cum eating; name calling; light spanking... let me know if I forgot something there was a lot going on in this fic

A/N: As you can tell... I'm bad at summaries but I think I got every one of your requests in there lol

Today was not her day. Everything was angering her. She was dealing with a stack of paperwork to close up a case that just pissed her off in general. 

To top all of that off, she was running on way too little sleep. Her attempt to get good coffee was thwarted by a line that would’ve made her late. There were way too many people trying to reach her for things that, frankly, weren’t her problem right now. Even when the hours she had planned to be in her office at the BAU ended she still wasn’t done with the massive pile of paperwork she had. 

While she should be off work, instead she came straight home just to go into her personal office and keep working. At least the kids were with Will this week, that way she had some quiet and no distractions from all the work she still had left. It was really putting her in a bad mood that she couldn’t just kick back and relax like she wanted to. 

Her bad mood only soured more when she realized she had messed up and left the hard drive she needed to work from home in her office. She really did not want to take any more of her evening to run back out and get it. But could she afford to put all of this paper work off? No, she really couldn’t. Then, not only would it eat into her evening off, but it would take up even more evenings she desperately needed for herself. The fact that she had no way to relax right now or let off some of this steam from her bad mood was making her even more frustrated with herself.

There had to be some solution that wouldn’t lose her too much time. She sat back on her chair, her hands covering her eyes as she tried to push past her frustration and brainstorm solutions. Her mind was too fixated on the day for her to think very clearly, but then she remembered the biggest cause of her bad mood and why she was so easily irritated by everything. Finally, an idea came to her.

Her hand reached for her phone on the desk and she immediately sent out a text.

You were two seconds away from heading out of the BAU yourself when you got her message. “Bring me my hard drive in the top drawer” was the first message you received from JJ. The second was her address. There was no please, there were no other details. She didn’t indicate that you could wait and give it to her later or that she cared that it was time for your work day to end. It was implied that you needed to go to her place now. You groaned when you saw the message. Today was long and you had plans. Looks like you’d have to postpone. 

JJ didn’t even feel bad about the demanding text she sent. You were an intern after all, it was your job to be available for the team. It was in the job description, you should expect it. Plus, you were the cause of half of her frustration today. Even though there were other interns, she specifically chose you for that reason.

See the thing is, you drove her a little bit crazy. When you started at the BAU she was instantly drawn to you. Your smile was so contagious and the way you happily helped with JJ and others on the team was endearing to her. You were just so eager to be part of the BAU, even if you were just another intern. The way you starkly contrasted the nature of the work the team saw every day with your bright and bubbly personality was a breath of fresh air. JJ loved the way you seemed so innocent. Soon into your internship, all she could think about was taking that innocent spirit of yours all for herself.

She thought you were aware of this wanting. In all honesty, she wasn’t exactly subtle with the way she looked at you all day every single day you two worked together. She thought you noticed the way she practically undressed you with her eyes. The obliviousness you showed towards it, in her mind, had to be an act. Part of a little game of cat and mouse that you two played. Apparently, after today, she was wrong.

There were definitely some interns JJ didn’t care for. One of them was a cocky young man who was way too self-centered and charming. No doubt he got this internship at the BAU with the money his daddy had. What earned him negative points in JJ’s book was the way he flirted with everyone else. If one girl rejected him, he’d brush it off and move onto the next. He’d do that even if a girl didn’t reject him too. JJ was worried about the day he decided to pursue you too and apparently just had to be today.

She really thought you’d tell him off or tell her to tell him off. Why she thought that, she wasn’t sure. It was very much not in your kind nature. But the thing is, JJ thought you two had an understanding that the only person to openly flirt with you in the BAU was her. Now, she realized you didn’t even know she was flirting and to make things worse, if you knew this man was flirting, you didn’t seem to care. 

He followed you around like a damn puppy. JJ thought the same display of innocence in your face was what was really drawing him in. You didn’t fawn over him like the other girls did and you didn’t flat out reject him like the ones who saw through his motives. Instead, you were just friendly to him and it pissed her off.

At the end of the day, the way he kept pushing his luck was infuriating. What really put JJ over the edge was the conversation she overheard. He asked you if you wanted to get drinks after work and you cluelessly said yes. That was it, JJ thought, that was the last hope she had of you avoiding his charm. Drinks would surely lead to more, at least JJ thought so. After hearing you say yes, nothing was going to save her shitty mood. She only fumed more when she couldn’t take the rest of the evening to drink a glass (or maybe three) of wine and try to forget that she let the opportunity to have you in her arms instead of his slip away.

But then, when she sat down and realized her hard drive was missing, it was the perfect excuse to thwart that man’s plans. Maybe it didn’t cancel your plans; she could imagine you asking him to wait just a little longer before meeting with drinks, but at least she delayed it. As JJ sat back on her desk chair and waited for you to arrive, she thought maybe she could find a few other ways to keep your little date postponed. If she was lucky, she could completely ruin your evening like you ruined hers. Even if you had no idea that you were responsible for that.

The knock came on her door in no time and JJ was honestly impressed for a moment by the speed in which you got there. A thought occurred to her a moment later, however, and her mood got even worse. You probably rushed over here so you had more time to meet for drinks with that asshole intern. 

When she opened the door for you, she didn’t say much. She just gestured for you to follow her in as she basically stomped her way over to her office with you in tow. You were instantly anxious over the way she greeted you with such an unwelcoming attitude, but you followed her anyway. It would’ve been much easier to just hand her the USB and go, but you thought doing that would just piss her off more. Plus, you had a feeling this bad mood was from how overworked she seemed to be lately at the BAU. Obviously, she wasn’t happy that she was taking some of that work home with her. Maybe you could help, offer to look over whatever you were allowed to look over. You canceled your plans the minute you got the text from JJ, so it wasn’t like you had anything better to do. 

“Um…” You shuffled awkwardly where you stood in the middle of JJ’s home office. You’ve never been in here, let alone her place in general. It would excite you to be here if she wasn’t practically fuming as she sat herself back down at her desk. “I’m sorry, you had to take your work home with you.”

“It is what it is,” she grumbled as she plugged the USB into her laptop and immediately started typing away. 

“Can I help with any of it somehow?”

“I don’t know you possibly could.” Her tone was sharp and she didn’t even bother to look up at you. Originally, yes, she had the plan to keep you here longer and get your date postponed, but she was also still incredibly frustrated. The minute you walked through the door to her home she realized it wasn’t the way she wanted things to happen. She had the image in her mind that the first time you’d be here, she’d be pulling you through her halls while ripping your clothes off. Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen now. So, instead, JJ just resorted to being downright harsh. 

“Okay, well,” you sighed. “I guess I’ll get going then.”

“You do that,” JJ spit as she kept up her work. If you wanted to go be with that arrogant prick then so be it. Let him disappoint you the way you were disappointing her. If you just opened your eyes for a second, you’d realize JJ would treat you so much better than anyone else ever good. The thought that someone else would be doing the things that JJ was dying to do to you was just pissing her off more. 

“I– JJ, did I do something?” You definitely sounded hurt. JJ would almost feel bad if she wasn’t already so far gone in her frustration. 

“It’s what you didn’t do,” she said, her jaw visibly clenching as she kept typing. 

“What I didn’t do?” You repeated in disbelief. “I offered to help! You’re the one not letting me!”

Not letting you? JJ wondered if you heard how ridiculous you sounded. Okay, maybe you were right, but that wasn’t the point. She fully blamed you for this bad mood now and everything you were doing was the exact opposite of helping. How could you possibly not realize that? Her want for you was causing her to lose her temper and it shouldn’t be like that. At least that’s what JJ thought. Maybe you were really as innocent as you appeared to be, but JJ had been throwing you big hints. You never picked up on any of them, never initiated a single thing that told JJ it was finally okay to make her move, yet you say okay to drink with a man that clearly wanted in your pants? And even then you have the audacity to ask how you can help her? No, no, you were being ridiculous, not JJ. She thought losing control of her temper and jealousy was entirely valid at this point.

“You want to help so fucking badly?” JJ finally looked up from her computer. Her eyes were burning with rage and all you could do was stand there, so confused as to why you seemed to be fueling this fire.

“Yes!” You were desperate now. “Yes, I’m just trying to do a good job here,” you cried. “I don’t know why you’re so angry. I don’t know what it was that I apparently didn’t do. What do you want from me?” 

“God,” JJ growled. “If you’d just shut up and get on your fucking knees we wouldn’t be having this problem.” She said that without thinking. Honestly, she really did. It was a mixture of the anger she was feeling and the pent up want she had for you. The minute those words were out of her mouth the whole room went still. 

Your eyes widened at what she said. JJ’s body froze. She didn’t let her face show the shock she felt for letting that slip. It didn’t even mean to come out, and her jaw clenched as she waited for you to react. 

JJ expected you to do one of two things: Yell and throw much deserved accusations her way or run like hell out of her house and report her ass. Either way, she could practically picture the long HR conversation she was bound to have this week. Except, you didn’t do either of the things she was expecting. In fact, you didn’t do anything at all for a moment. You just stood there and stared at her in utter shock.  

Shit, JJ thought as she started to get up from her desk chair. You were still staring at her in disbelief and she could see the blush forming on your face. If she didn’t just royally fuck up the way she did, she would be enjoying the deer-caught-in-headlights look you were wearing. Obviously, you weren’t expecting her to say anything like that to you. Hell, she wasn’t expecting to say that tonight either. But what did intrigue her was, while you might be frozen in place, you still didn’t leave or even protest. No, instead you just looked a bit flushed and there was a gradual shift from shock to something else in your eyes. It was wishful thinking on JJ’s part that the look in your eye could mean interest. Or maybe, if JJ was the type of woman who took bets, it could even be a look of arousal.  

The worst part was, she would’ve won that bet, because you definitely were aroused the instant those words left her lips. You shifted where you stood, not that JJ noticed when her eyes were too busy reading your own. The heat in your cheeks she did notice though. It was only getting worse the longer you stood there and let her gawk at you. Her eyebrow arched when she did, indeed, pick up on the fact that your reaction perhaps wasn’t all that negative. 

She was waiting for you to do something now. Still unsure of how you felt about her outburst. The problem was, there wasn’t much you could think to do. Was she serious? The fact that you almost did exactly what you were asked immediately made you a bit embarrassed, but what if that’s really what she wanted? You said you wanted to help and if that was her request... Maybe you really should fulfill it. 

Your eyes shifted to the floor for a minute and then back up at her. JJ’s expression still hadn’t changed from the quizzical one that replaced her anger. She was waiting for you to act. And as she saw your eyes flick to the floor before looking back at her, you saw even more of a change in her expression. It was miniscule to anyone else, but you personally spent a lot of time staring at JJ and her eyes, so you didn’t miss the shift in them. Blue eyes looked back at you with pupils blown until they were almost completely black. That small detail in and of itself is what told you she was dead serious. It was also all it took to make your mind up. 

“Okay.” You said it with a confidence you didn’t even know you had. 

“Okay?” JJ’s head tilted to the side. That was another unexpected response from you. She kind of thought the reason you were still here was to discuss this. She had the feeling you’d be the type to talk out your feelings for each other before just falling into bed with her. But in that very moment, you proved her completely wrong.

“Okay,” you repeated and got on your knees. JJ shot around her desk so fast when she saw you do that. There was no way she was missing a moment of this the second she realized you actually were getting on your knees for her. 

“Wow,” JJ breathed as she stopped right in front of you. She had pictured this exact scenario countless times, but it still didn’t prepare her for just how amazing you looked on your knees. The way you looked up at her with such innocent eyes was replacing the last tendrils of rage in her body with white hot desire instead. There were so many things she thought about doing to you at that moment. “You look so pretty like that.” 

You shifted your gaze to the floor as your face flushed, but JJ’s hand came up to cup your chin and pull you back up to look at her.

“Don’t look away from me,” she ordered. Her tone wasn’t harsh though. Not yet at least, not when she was still fairly certain you would be one who’s easily scared off. Although, so far you’ve been reacting in the exact opposite way than she’s expected. 

“I’m only going to say this once,” she started as her thumb ran gently over your bottom lip. “You have an out right now, if you don’t want to do this then this is your one and only chance to get up and leave. But if you stay, then you’re going to do everything I tell you to.”

Her thumb still traced your bottom lip as you soaked in exactly what she was asking of you. You knew that was her way of warning you that tonight was going to be a very different experience than anything and anyone you’ve encountered in your past romantic history. The idea of that only thrilled you more.

“I’m staying,” you mumbled. “I’ll do anything you want.”

JJ’s smirk at your answer looked downright devilish and caused a shiver to run down your spine. “Good,” she hummed. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Her thumb pressed down on your lip until you were forced to part them. “First, I’m going to use that pretty mouth of yours.” JJ’s thumb pressed harder until your lips fell open even more and you willingly took it into your mouth. She immediately bit her lip, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of running the pad of her thumb against your tongue. When she dragged it back out of your mouth, she gave a satisfied hum at the way you seemed disappointed by the loss of contact. You were already being so good for her and she didn’t even really have to ask yet. 

When JJ’s hands fell from you and to the buckle of her belt, that’s when you started to feel a little nervous. Things were getting real, but still you didn’t want to back out. You just didn’t know and definitely weren’t prepared for the intensity JJ had in store for you. 

When her belt was undone and her button popped open from her pants, she grabbed you by your hair and pulled you until you were forced to brace yourself on her thighs. She didn’t react to the wince she caused when her grip tightened and your hands frantically grasped at her. “Do you know what to do or am I going to have to show you?” she asked in a threatening tone. This was certainly a new, darker side of JJ. One that you honestly didn’t see coming, but still you weren’t complaining.

You shook your head and tried to readjust on your knees so that you weren’t practically falling over on her anymore. You could do this for her; you could figure it out. If you didn’t know how, JJ was determined to make you learn. 

Your hands moved up her thighs and tugged down at her pants and underwear, just enough to give you access to her pussy. She was already so wet, just from the sight of you on your knees and the anticipation of feeling your tongue inside her drove her wild. Part of her thought she should savor this moment, but a large part of her desperately needed to see your face wrecked and covered in her cum.  That part won out. 

Again, she tugged on your hair until you were closer to her. You stopped with your face right in between her legs. She looked down at you expectantly and you knew that you needed to get rid of all your hesitation once and for all, so you tried your best to. Your tongue peaked out from your lips and started a slow, long lick over her clit. That alone had JJ shuddering above you and clenching the fist that currently had a strong hold on your head. Loving the reactions you were eliciting from her, you repeated the action once, twice and then more until you set a steady pace of lapping at her pussy while her body twitched above you.

But it wasn’t enough for her. She needed to claim you and she needed it now. “Stick out your tongue,” JJ ordered as she pulled your head back for just a second to make sure you were listening. “I’m going to fuck your face.” She didn’t even wait for a response before pulling you back in.

This time your hands flew back to her thighs so you could brace yourself again as you did exactly what JJ asked and let her run her entire pussy over your tongue. She wasn’t going slow either. The way she felt your tongue run over her clit and her entrance was enough for her to already lose control of her actions. She had this idea, originally, that she would pace herself with you. Her goal was always to be rough with you, but she wanted to ease you into it. She wanted to slowly take away your innocence, not fuck your face right off the bat. But then, she was feeling possessive and that anger still felt like it had her all twisted and pent up, not to mention the fact that just being around you and not getting to fuck you yet was already a build up on it’s own for her. Taking it slow was just not something she had the patience for anymore. She needed to cum and she needed you to help her with that.

To add to how much JJ was enjoying this, she didn’t miss the way you were squeezing your legs together underneath her. With each grind of her hips against your face, she saw the way you shifted and tried to get some relief for the ache you were surely feeling. It was going to be so easy to turn you into a mess beneath her if you were already struggling and she hadn’t even touched you yet.

“I knew this was what you wanted,” JJ groaned when she heard you moaning into her pussy. “You wanted me to fuck you since the moment we met. Isn’t that right?” 

All you could do was hum as JJ’s hips moved even harder. She was holding your head in place with a painfully tight grip as she ground into your mouth even harder. The way she was panting and groaning had you so wet, you were sure your panties were beyond ruined. 

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” JJ’s voice was winded as she spoke now and you could tell from the way her hips rocked into your face with a more erratic rhythm that she was getting close. “I’ve wanted to ruin you since the moment we met too.”

She threw her head back after that and kept you tightly pressed to her pussy. It was hard for you to breathe through all of it, but she didn’t care. Instead of letting you get any sort of air, she forced you to press your tongue to her clit as she finally came with a satisfied moan. 

When she pulled your head back finally, you gulped down air. JJ took a few deep breaths herself and her legs trembled ever so slightly from the way you made her cum. Her hands finally let go of your head and she took a step back, only for you to fall forward, catching yourself quickly on your hands. She looked down at you when she heard you huff as you caught yourself. You were on all fours and you looked like an absolute mess. Her cum was smeared over your mouth and chin and you were still trying to catch your breath from it. That image gave her an idea of exactly what she wanted to do next. 

“Get up.” JJ didn’t even care that you were still struggling to regain your composure. “And follow me.” 

“O-okay,” you panted as you tried to get back up and off your now sore knees. JJ was already out the door of her home office before you really could gain your balance. You scrambled to catch up, following her down the hall until you reached what you easily guessed was her bedroom. 

You honestly felt lucky that you were being allowed to enter Jennifer Jareau’s bedroom. Never in your wildest dreams did you think it would happen. That didn’t stop you from daydreaming about it, but you really had no idea that the whole time JJ stared at you, she was secretly thinking about all the ways she could fuck you. You kind of thought all her staring meant she didn’t like you. She didn’t exactly smile at you when you caught her looking. Instead, she always wore what you thought was a very serious gaze. It’s only now that you realized it was a gaze of hunger for you rather than anger towards you.

“Strip.” JJ’s order shook you from your thoughts and your eyes snapped to where she had gone. She was in the corner of her room, digging around in the bottom drawer of her dresser. 

You did exactly as you were told, but kept your eyes on JJ. Whatever she was digging for, you didn’t know, but you were incredibly curious about it. Still, you continued to pull off your clothes as you waited for her. The fact that, after you pulled the last piece of clothing from your body and now you were bare naked in her bedroom while she was fully clothed, made you nervous again. Hopefully soon JJ would let you take her clothes off, but something told you that if you asked, you’d be breaking JJ’s wishes for you to be obedient. She was in control after all, and it seemed very clear to you that she didn’t want that challenged.

But then she turned around and the thing you saw dangling in her hand had your jaw drop. 

“JJ I haven’t– I’ve never done that before,” you stuttered. Resting in JJ’s hand was the straps to a harness and a decently sized dildo. Fingers, you’ve experienced, but you definitely haven’t had anything more than two and the size of the toy in her hand definitely seemed bigger and longer than that. 

She didn’t even seem phased by your trepidation. She just started to, thankfully, pull off her own clothes. You waited for any kind of response for her. But as she finished undressing and started to pull on the harness and situate the toy, you realized you weren’t going to get an answer. 

“JJ–”

She held up a hand to cut you off when the straps were tightened just right around her hips. “You’ll be fine,” she said as she took a few steps towards you. 

“But I haven’t–”

“Was today the first time anyone’s fucked your face?” Your eyes went wide at the bluntness of the question, but still you nodded hesitantly. “You did fine with that,” she said. “You’ll take this.” That last comment sounded more like a promise than words of comfort. You gulped hard when JJ stopped in front of you.

Her arms slipped around your waist and for a minute her touch was gentle. It was reassuring and just enough to let you stop worrying about what JJ was expecting of you. Her hands traced along the bare skin of your back as she leaned into you and finally, for the first time that night, her lips met yours. The kiss was slow; gentle even. It was her way of lulling you into a sense of agreement with her that you’d be just fine taking the toy that was currently strapped to her hips. 

You kissed her back, quickly parting your lips for her to run her tongue along your own. But the moment her tongue made contact with yours, that switch flipped back on and she was back to being impatient. With her arms around you, she pulled you so your bare body was flush against hers. The way you felt the cold silicon of her strap-on hit your thigh made you jump, but you didn’t have much time to react as JJ took one of your lips in between her teeth and pulled. 

When JJ released your lip, her hands moved to your hips and turned you around. Lips fell on your neck where she began to lick and suck at the sensitive skin there. You couldn’t stop the way your breath hitched when you felt her teeth sink down particularly hard on a very visible part of your neck. Eventually,  your legs hit the edge of the bed and JJ finally let go of you only to give you a hard shove down. You fell down onto the mattress with a thud and JJ climbed onto the bed and knelt above you. When you looked back up the head of her strap was right in your face. It looked bigger this way and you were nervous all over again. 

“JJ, it looks really… big.” 

“Don’t think about that,” JJ said as she knelt before you. Her hand fell back to the top of your head, this time grabbing a handful of your hair but not as hard. “Either way, you’re going to be a good girl and take it for me. I suggest you start sucking on it first.”

“What?!” She really was trying to give you a handful of firsts in one evening. If you hadn’t ever taken a strap before, you most certainly haven’t given one head. 

“You’re probably wet enough,” she started as she urged your head forward, “but this will get it wet and help you take it even better.”

Your eyes flicked back and forth between it and her, but eventually you decided to pluck up some courage and do what you were told. After all, she said she wanted you to be good and you desperately wanted to please her. Your lips wrapped around the head of JJ’s silicon cock and slowly you took it into your mouth. Above you, you heard JJ take in a sharp breath. Her fist flexed on your head, but she didn’t dare push you. Her goal wasn’t to fuck your face with it like she did just moments ago. This genuinely was her way of trying to get you used to it and make it a little easier for you to take. Sure, she could’ve used lube. She had a tube of it in her dresser specifically for you because she thought you’d need it. But then, she wanted to keep corrupting you and what better way to ruin your innocent little image than making you suck her cock. 

When you took most of it into your mouth and looked up at her, that’s when JJ really started to struggle. Her hips moved on their own, rolling forward slightly, but still it was just enough for you to back up. Immediately, her hand combed through your hair and she cooed at you, whispering “it’s okay, it’s okay,” as she encouraged you to take it into your mouth again. You did and she gently and cautiously guided your head to bob up and down on it just a little bit longer. But still that feeling of her control was slipping and the fact that you had your lips wrapped around her strap with her cum still on your face was really making it so hard to keep her cool.

After another minute of it, she pulled you off of it. “Good,” she praised breathlessly. “You did so good for mommy.” 

The name stopped you both. It slipped out just like before. She really didn’t mean to say it, much like she didn’t mean to say what kickstarted all of this. Just like that instance, though, your reaction wasn’t what she expected. You just looked up at her, face flushed and messy, but pride shining in your eyes. So… you liked the idea of calling her mommy then. That was an interesting little perk that boosted the power trip JJ was already running on. 

“Now what?” You asked with such innocence. How you could totally gain back that look of pure wonder and eagerness after just having her pussy and her strap in your mouth? JJ would never understand how you could do it. But still you were looking up at her from where you sat, naked on her bed, and waiting for more orders. 

“Now,” JJ said as she backed up a little on the bed, “you’re going to get on all fours and take my cock like the good little slut I know deep down you’re dying to be.”

The language she was using really got a rise out of you. Never had someone spoken to you like that and you didn’t realize how wet it made you. You were also so fucking obvious. JJ could tell that it turned you on to be treated like this and spoken to like you were nothing but her little toy. That’s kind of what you were to her now, whether you realized it yet. She finally had you in her grasp and she was going to fuck you until you were on the brink of breaking. It wasn’t even just about fucking you. No, she was going to claim you and ruin you like she promised. With the way she was going to fuck you, she was going to make sure you were ruined for anyone else. Just hers, that’s how it should always be. She’d make sure you knew that after tonight you were just hers. 

JJ didn’t wait for you to move before she had a hold of your hips and started to flip you around. You immediately found yourself on your hands and knees again, which meant you couldn’t see what she was doing with the strap as she knelt on the bed and positioned herself. That made it both frightening and exciting, but you were so fucking wet you could feel it on your thighs. At this point, you didn’t care how big it looked, you just needed JJ to finally be inside you.

When she pushed the head of her cock into you, you weren’t immediately prepared for the burn of her stretching your pussy out. Your head fell back and your fists clenched the blankets on the mattress until they turned white as JJ bottomed out inside you. The echo of JJ’s low, guttural moan filled the room as she watched her cock stretch and disappear inside you. She started slow, pulling out almost all the way before easing it back in. You were already making such pretty noises for her. With each time her hips ground just a little into you when they were flush with your ass and her cock was all the way in, you’d let out a small whine. Eventually, you were getting used to the way you felt your pussy being stretched and when JJ started to pick up the pace, you met her thrusts with your own, trying to fuck yourself on your cock.

“Doing so good, baby,” JJ groaned as her hands gripped your hips and kept you steady. “Taking mommy’s cock so fucking good.”

You just whimpered at that and kept trying to fuck yourself against her cock. JJ was getting faster now, but still holding back as much as she could so you could adjust a little more to this new sensation. She wanted to ruin your pussy, but she didn’t actually want to break you… Just get you close to that point. When your moans got louder and JJ could see your wetness dripping down your thighs, however, she decided you were adjusted enough. 

Suddenly, JJ used all her strength to fuck her cock into you. Her thrusts were fast and hard and you cried out with the way it was hitting just the right spot inside you. She was really not holding back and soon your grip on the mattress slipped. That didn’t stop JJ, though. As you fell forward, her hand shot out to your hair. With your face already hitting the mattress and your ass up in the air for JJ to keep fucking your pussy from behind, she used this opportunity to bend over you and push your face even harder into the bed. Your cries were getting muffled by the mattress, but JJ didn’t really mind that. Not when she had you in this position. She never thought you could look so absolutely filthy when you were always so god damn innocent, but the way your legs were spread and your ass was pressing into her hips just made you look like an utter mess. 

“Such a fucking whore for me,” JJ growled as she fucked you harder. One hand went from your hip to land a hard smack on your ass. All you did was let out a pitiful whine. You were trying your hardest to keep yourself in pace with JJ. The best you could do was grind back a little harder into her cock, but still it was enough to get you off even faster.

JJ could tell from the way you were crying out her name any time she pumped particularly hard into you that you were two seconds away from coming. She wanted you to cum all over her cock and just the thought of that made her go even faster. You were repeating her name in between moans until finally, when JJ’s hand met your ass for another smack, you came. With a loud cry, JJ watched as you released all over her cock. The moan she let out at the sight almost matched yours in volume and she decided she definitely wasn’t done with you.

Her strap left you for just a second. You hadn’t even come down from your orgasm or caught your breath before JJ flipped your body over until your back was on the mattress. She grabbed at your hips again and swiftly pulled you back down onto her cock. The way she put her entire body behind the power of her thrusts this time had you practically screaming. She was fucking you so hard and you already felt entirely too sensitive. The way your body shook and shuddered with each pump of her cock made JJ mesmerized. You really were taking her way better than she even expected.

Her lips crashed into yours and all you could was struggle to kiss her back as muffled moans were swallowed by her. Your hands flew to her back. Nails dug into her skin in a way that was sure to leave marks, but JJ didn’t care. She just needed to see you cum at least one more time for her. 

And she got her wish. After two more hard pumps of her hips, she felt more than saw the way you fell apart on her strap yet again. Your back arched off the mattress as she pulled this second orgasm from you. You were forced to break the kiss just so you could turn your head into the bed as you came. When the orgasm finally ran through your body you collapsed back onto the mattress.

There was no way you could take anymore, at least for a little while. JJ knew that and, thankfully, pulled out after a moment. You didn’t move when she did, all you could manage to do was lay there and try to get your heart and breathing under control. 

JJ moved to kneel between your legs. Her fingers reached out and ran over the wetness that was covering your thighs. You shivered slightly at the teasing touch, but still kept your head down on the mattress, too tired to move much. JJ took the finger that was covered in your cum and brought it to her lips. The satisfied moan she let out when she tasted you had your head pop back up to see what she was doing. Her eyes were closed as she slowly withdrew her finger from her own mouth. 

You thought you were spent, you really did. And in a sense, you were. You even felt sore from how hard JJ had just fucked you, but still you found yourself getting wet all over again from that act. 

“We’re not done yet,” JJ said as she licked her lips. “First, I’m going to get you some water and you’re going to take a minute to rest. Then we’re going to go again.”

“Again?!” You were lying if you said you didn’t want to, but also you couldn’t imagine how your body would hold up if she kept fucking you the way she was. 

“You said you wanted to help…” 

JJ didn’t wait to hear anymore of your protests. Honestly, you didn’t protest much after that. When JJ came back with your water, it took all of two seconds before she was on you again and again and again. By the end of the night you were so fucked out by her that she had to practically carry you to her shower. Even then, she dropped to her knees on the shower floor and ate you out like there was no tomorrow. 

Despite being utterly ruined by JJ, you still felt a weird sense of pride. How many people can say they helped bring JJ out of one of her bad moods? You said you wanted to be helpful… And you certainly were.

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A/N: First ever moodboard I have created and I didn't really know what I was doing. But anywho I have a story in my brain of post prison/professor Reid who makes an unlikely friend in his dark and bratty grad school neighbor. Said neighbor usually meets with Spencer after hard cases for a drink where he will tell her about the case but little does he know shes gone and turned the cases into little smutty stories on her blog where he is the knight in shining armour. Someone on the teams finds the blog (lets be honest it will probably be Garcia) and they're so enraptured with her writing they share it with the rest of the team. Spencer being the genius that he is figures out it's his neighbor and bring her to the BAU to meet everyone.

[apollyonsdarksecrets]

The Contract

Aaron Hotchner X F!Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Summery: She’s reserved, emotionally cut off, and spiraling down a dark path; one she can’t get out of on her own. Aaron Hotchner may be her only help, but at what cost? When he shows up to her hotel room, contact in hand, she realizes it may be more than what she bargained for.

Over All Warnings: 18 + Only, MDNI, SMUT. Language, typical CM violence, childhood trauma, abusive(mentally) father figure, does not line up with a specific time line, flip flops between 3rd and 2nd POV, so use of Y/n. BDSM Dynamics, contract, Dom! Aaron Hotchner, Sub! Reader, emotional detachment, reader is not good at taking care of herself, Age gap (Reader 25 Arron 40), explicit Smut detailed in chapters. This is a series 😅

A/N: listen y’all, Aaron Hot Hotchner has had me in a choke hold, I wish, since the moment I laid eyes on him. It’s only fitting he gets some love.

15 Years Ago

Her hands sting with little paint splinters, their jagged edges imbedding deeper each time her fists connect with the door. She gasps around another harsh sob, her eyes squeezed shut against the blinding darkness surrounding her. “Please daddy! Let me out!” She begs desperately, her small voice cracking. The door violently rattles back with a deafening crack, making her stumble back. She falls into the sink, clutching at its porcelain surface to stop herself.

“Shut the fuck up!” Her father’s guttural voice fills the confined space of the restroom, “The longer you cry the longer you’ll stay in there!” His words are slurred from the deers he’d had with his dinner, combined with the six he’d consumed during the day.

“Please daddy, I-I’m sorry.”

The only reply is the vibration of his heavy boots as he storms down the hall, shaking the old house. She presses her hand to her mouth, muffling her cries as she dares a peek at her surroundings. A pitch black void greets her, no light to be seen, not even from the bottom of the door. Blindly she feels around, the sink to her right, the rusted toilet to her left. Sinking to her knees she wedges herself in the space between them, pulling her legs to her chest and wrapping thin arms around them.

She rests her head against the column of the sink, every small noise making her jump and squirm, her young imagination running wild. Hot tears cascade down her cheeks, getting caught in the hairs stuck to her face before sliding down her throat, finally drenching the neck of her night gown.

5 Years Ago

“Congratulations! You have worked extremely hard to get here, and I can see great potential in your future working here with the FBI.” The Superintendent, a short stocky man, who’s suit is a size too big, holds out his hand to the woman across from him. She’s schooled her features into a mask of calm and restraint. She shakes his hand firmly, quick and to the point.

“Thank you, sir. This is an opportunity of a life time for me, I do not wish to squander it.” Just barely, if he had blinked he would have missed it, does her lips twitch up at the corners. She’s dressed very plainly, black blouse with grey dress pants. The nicest clothing she owns in her sparse closet.

“You’ll be stationed close to home, for now. With high marks such as yours though, I can’t see you staying long should you request a transfer.” Turning the older man retrieves a small black badge book from his mahogany desk, her eyes trained on his movements with restrained elation. “Your credentials, Agent Smit.”

2 Years Ago

Jennifer Jareau, or JJ as she requested to be called, brings the young woman into the heart of the Quantico department. Her eyes are bright, turning slowly as she walks taking in every inch of the Bull Pen.

“It can be a little intimidating the first time, but you get use to it.” The blond smiles with a soft laugh, a stack of folders pressed to her chest as she tails behind. “It’s just this way to your desk.” She points towards an empty half cubical, the plain desk void of anything other than a computer and a gold name plate, displaying the name ‘Y/n Smith’.

“Thank you, JJ, for taking the time to show me around.” Y/n turns with a genuine smile, setting her purse and bag down on the small rolling chair.

JJ waves her hand dismissively, shaking her head. “It’s not a problem, I remember how it felt coming in here a bit green behind the ears. I’m glad to help, anytime.” Her blue eyes flicker over Y/n’s shoulder, her smile faltering. Y/n turns around, finding a stoic looking man staring down at them from the landing above. He’s wearing a fitted navy suit, raven black hair styled neatly yet a few strands still fall across his forehead. His brown eyes are hard and imposing.

“We have a case.” His voice is deep and smooth, like a fine whiskey, an air of superiority lacing those four simple words. His stance gives him away, hands resting on his hips and chin held high, let’s her know he must be the one in charge.

“SSA Aaron Hotchner this is Agent Y/n Smith.” JJ begins but he holds up his hand, his face hard and set with an unwavering determination.

“I’m aware of who this is, and what you are here to do. Gather the team and meet on the plane. We will debrief there.” And with that he’s gone.

Y/n turns to JJ, her mouth age slightly. “Is he… always like this?”

JJ forces a sympathetic smile, “Unfortunately, yes. But he means well. Come I’ll show you where we need to go.”

3 Months Ago

“How do you do it?” Garcia blurts the question out in the middle of the room, all eyes turning to look at her at once. Her cheeks grow a little darker under her blush as she realizes just how loud she had been.

“Do what?” Y/n asks back, spinning around in one of the chairs circling the table in the conference room. The team had just landed forty minutes ago, everyone decompressing with coffee and donuts, generously gifted to them by the bubbling blond herself. Y/n takes another sip of her black coffee as she waits.

“I’ve never seen you cry.”

The question startles Y/n momentarily, her mind going on the defense as she tries to come up with a suitable answer. Opening her mouth she closes it again as Reid begins, “Ya know she’s right. We work a lot of hard cases but you stay pretty stoic.”

Turning to the rest of the team she glances over their curious faces, her gaze snagging on Hotch. His eyebrow is cocked, but otherwise his expression is impassive, impossible to guess what he is thinking. He holds her stare, almost with a hint of a challenge and despite herself she drops her gaze first, clearing her throat.

“I-I don’t know. Just got a good emotional switch, is all.” Y/n shrugs her shoulder, tapping her fingers against the side of the mug resting between her palms. The heat is nice, seeing as the weather is turning and winter is right around the corner, the office is cold having been shut down for hours now, the clock on the wall reading 1 am.

“Some say that the reason others don’t cry as often or as much is because they are repressing their own emotions, or have a hard time connecting with them. Some just don’t have tear ducts.” She glares at Reid, that smart brain of his going to get him in trouble. Emily scoffs and turns on him in your defense, hand resting on her hip.

“Spencer.” She says his name drawn out and scolding, making him slouch slightly in his seat, appearing sheepish. Y/n holds up her hands, coming to Boy Wonders rescue.

“It’s fine, really though I’m just good at detaching myself, emotionally, from the situation. Emotions are frivolous things that can get in the way of an investigation.” She shrugs her shoulder, her demeanor convincing them she is uncaring of the topic.

“Titanic.” Derek suddenly pipes up. “I bet she cries at Titanic.”

The group laughs, Y/n forcing out one of her own as her heart starts to pound in her chest. Morgan and Emily turn on Spencer, lecturing him about what is appropriate to state facts about, while JJ and Garcia begin to clean up. Slowly chatter and shuffling turns to white noise, a ringing in Y/n’s ears filling their place.

She stares down at the table, shifting in her seat as she tries to squash the rising anxiety. Memories, harsh and bitter like her coffee, pelt her; her chest tightening uncomfortably. All the whole Aaron’s watchful gaze never leaves her face, her mask of indifference and solidarity cracking the longer she sits across from him.

Present Day

You stare out the window of your hotel room, the city is shrouded in darkness but there’s the eternal glow of the night life that makes the inky blackness not so suppressing. Chewing absently at your thumb nail you sway on your feel, comforting yourself with the gentle motion. Today had been hard, grueling and long, but in the end the good guys came out on top.

A knock at your door startles you out of your thoughts, your body stilling and instinctively your eyes travel to your gun resting on the end table. 3am is a little late for a visitor. Another knock spurs you into actions and you cross the shaggy green carpet to the door. Peaking through the peep whole your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you step back, pulling the door open with you.

Aaron Hotchner stands in the threshold, still wearing his suit from earlier minute the blazer. The off white compliments his complexion and raven hair. “Hotch?”

“You’re awake.” He doesn’t sound surprised, more so relieved.

“So are you.” You keep the door pressed to your body, concealing the thin tank top and sweatpants you’ve dressed in for bed.

“Yes, I am.” He looks past you into the small room before gesturing to it. “May I come in?”

You bite your lip, eyeing around him down the deserted hallway before nodding. “Yes, of course.” He steps in full and you close the door, turning quickly to the chair across the room, grabbing your jacket. You pull it on, zipping it part of the way before turning back to your boss. He’s looking around, that part of his brain he can never turn off analyzing every inch.

“So… what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, going back to the spot you’d spent most of the night occupying.

“I wanted to let you know the hospital called. Jenny is going to be just fine.” He watches as your shoulders sink, a breath blowing through your nose as you visibly relax.

“That’s… That’s great to hear. Thank you.”

Jenny Campell, the 9 year old little girl abducted by her father, who was held hostage for two weeks in a remote part of Boston. She was severely dehydrated and would likely have lasting psychological problems from the abuse her father put her through; but she was alive, and the good guys had won.

“I wanted to talk to you… about the house.” Aaron’s head tilts slightly, as it always does when he’s approaching a subject he thinks may cause someone some uncomfort. You hold his gaze, crossing your arms over your chest, confused by where this could be going. Aaron clears his throat before he begins. “How did you know to look for a secret door?”

6 Hours Earlier

The house was dank smelling, clouds of dust swirled through the rays of light coming from the flash lights of the officers ahead of you. The house has been cleared, but something was missing, Charles Campell said his daughter was here, but where?

You circle back into the smallest bedroom, the voices of Hotch and Morgan floating through the open door as they try to discuss a new plan. The room was littered with trash, a twin sized bed sits in one corner, a large oak wardrobe opposite it. Children’s drawings adorn the peeling walls, and a dusty pink sign hangs above the bed frame, ‘Jenny Girl’.

You step closer to the armoire, newspapers and takeout boxes crunching under foot, as you shine your light over the furniture. It’s new, newer than anything else in the entire house making it stand out against the decay. It isn’t until you’re right beside it do you notice the scratches along the lime green paint.

The realization dawns on your like a bucket of ice water being thrown in your face and before you know it your yelling for your team mates. “Here! Hotch!” Your put your weight into the side of the wardrobe, pushing with everything you have as the two men rush into the room.

Morgan runs for the other side, pulling as Hotch takes up the space behind you, his arms caging you in as he pushes. The three of you move it easily, a small door, presumably to a crawl space, appears in the wall and you rush to pull it open. Morgan covers you with his gun drawn, giving you a nod to go before you yank the door open.

There, curled up in her side, is the little blond girl you all have been searching for. “Medic!” Hotch screams from above you, as you quickly moves towards the girl. She small and light, her hair matted and dirty like her blue night gown. You presses your fingers to the girls throat, a weak pulse answering.

~*~*~*~

“Y/n?” Hotch snaps you out do your thoughts, and you shake your head, clearing yourself of the memory.

“Sorry… I just… I knew there was something there, I won’t say I could sense it but my gut hasn’t lead me wrong, thus far.” Aaron nods, waiting to see if you will continue. “Charles isn’t a lier, his motivation for taking her were simple, revenge on her mother. Make her squirm and give him more parental rights. He never assumed she would get the police involved. Much less the FBI.”

“Jenny’s father is not only a drug user but a heavy drinker. Everything he had done was under the influence and when he was captured, and the substances in his system wore off he had gaps in his memories of what he did with Jenny. Explaining why he couldn’t tell us exactly where she was, just that she was at the house.” Hotch finishes for you.

“Exactly.” You pause, eyeing him over. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, in fact you did amazing in the field today. You worked out the clue no one else could’ve, and if it wasn’t for you there is no telling if we would have found Jenny in time. I’m extremely proud of you.” His praise makes something in your chest stir without your permission. Your clear your throat to speak, but he cuts you off. “But you didn’t answer my question. How did you know there would be a door behind the wardrobe?”

Your palms suddenly feel clammy, nervousness making your spine straighten. “I don’t know what you-.”

“You do realize I am the one that goes through ever personnel file before someone is permitted to work with my team, correct?” His voice doesn’t have that hard edge like it normally holds, in fact his entire demeanor is soft, calming. Almost like he’s trying to comfort a wounded animal.

You are the animal.

“Where are you going with this?”

“I know about your father, Y/n. I have seen the police reports, and I know you take cases with children very seriously and hold them close to your heart.” He takes a step forward and instinctively you move back, a look of hurt washing over his features. “I need you to tell me if you are alright, if this case was to much for you.”

~*~*~*~

The red lights of the ambulance quickly fade away through the woods, leaving the house illuminated only by the head lights of the surrounding cop cars. Aaron is removing his vest as he walks around watching as people file in and out of the house taping and marking things off.

He stops by the van, pulling the door open and throwing his vest inside, when he notices a figure standing off by themselves. He squints into the darkness along the side of the house, the person is hunched over, hands on their knees as their shoulder shake subtly. He scans the people around him, finding Morgan by the entrance to the house, on the phone with the rest of the team and the other 5 officers are accounted for. That leaves only you.

Slowly he moves closer just barely making out the sounds of you muffled crying over the noises of the others. Concern wipes through his body like lightning but before he can move any farther Morgan is yelling his name, startling you in the process.

You straighten up quickly, wiping your face with your jacket sleeves and Aaron retreats towards the others. Giving you your space without the fear of embarrassment of being caught.

~*~*~*~

Your face burns, cheeks bright pink. You open your mouth then close it again, a mixture of emotions tumbling around inside you.

Embarrassment, anger, hatred, regret, longing to finally let it all go. None of which are directly targeted at your boss but he’s the only thing in sight.

“How dare you.” You seethe, letting anger take over because it’s the easiest to roll with. “Don’t come to my room at all hours of the morning, trying to… to… get something out of me.” Your anger propels you forward and you find yourself inches in front of Hotch. He holds his ground, his hands moving to rest on his hips and you break eye contact long enough to glance at them.

“I’m asking you if you are alright.” Aaron’s voice has dropped, the timber low and you can’t help but like the sound of it. There’s no denying Aaron is a handsome man, but there’s always denying your feelings.

“I’m. Fine.” You ground out.

“Your lying to me.”

“Hotc-“

“Sweetheart.” The nickname catches you off guard, your eyes widening with surprise, breath trapped in your throat. Aaron takes the opportunity, his large hands cupping your face, giving you no other choice but to keep eye contact even as your body stiffens and a look of almost pain flashes across your face. “I know you’re lying to me because I am good at my job and so is everyone else here. You think we haven’t noticed your apprehension when it comes to a dark room? Or the way you always stand closer to the other females in the room, even if it’s just Spencer?”

Your hands find their way to his wrists, tugging but he stays firm, he isn’t hurting you but he’s going to make you listen. “Sto-.”

“Youre to comfortable placating than possibly rocking the boat for yourself. You never finish a cup of coffee because you hate it plain, you’d rather wonder around a new building than bother someone to ask where a room is, you dont open up to a single person because of your anxiety.” Hurt is written clearly on your features, hurt mixed with anger but before you can say anything Aaron steams ahead. “With that being said, you are one of my best profilers. I’ve seen you take on men twice your size and never bat a lash. Behavior like this doesn’t just come from nowhere. Something happened to you that made you this way.”

That unwelcoming pressure behind your eyes begins to overwhelm you, much like Aaron’s presence, his cologne infiltrating your nose with each ragged inhale. “What do you care? I’ve done just fine with how I am by myself, I don’t need you digging around for answers that will have no impact on you whatsoever.” Your voice comes out softer than you would have liked, making you hate yourself more.

“I care,” He emphasizes with a stroke of his thumb across your cheek, a foreign feeling on your skin. “Because I can not sit back and watch you hurt yourself like this.”

You scoff, trying again to pull away, managing to take a few steps back only for him to follow. A hand slips to the back of your neck, hot and heavy, holding you firmly in place. “You’re being dramatic, Hotchner.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you open your mouth only to realize you aren’t sure. “I… I had a snack in the car. On the way here.” It’s a lame excuse, and he sees right through it.

“I want to make you an offer.” His brown eyes search your face, the anger turning into confusion.

“An offer?”

“Yes, I’d like for you to hear me out before you make a decision. Okay?”

“If it means you will let me go, then yes.” You give his wrists one last tug and he relents, but not before giving your neck a final squeeze. You move until your back is against the window, the cold night air seeping through the glass and into your jacket.

Aaron sits down in the only chair before gesturing to the bed, “Why don’t you sit.” It’s more of a command than it is a suggestion, making you root to your spot, giving him your best disgruntled look that rivals his on a good day. Sighing he leans his elbows against his knees, scrubbing a hand across his face. He looks tired, the wear and tear off the job showing more and more. Dark circles from a lack of sleep, a few new greeting hairs You could have sworn weren’t there when this case began.

“Well?” You snap, throwing your hand up before letting it drop against your thigh. Aarons eyes slowly lift to yours, a look you are unfamiliar with lurking under his features as he reaches behind himself, pulling a folded piece of paper you hadn’t noticed before from his back pocket. He tosses it onto the bed and a thousand possibilities run through your mind all at once. Leave of absence? Demotion? Pink slip? “Hotch…”

“Go on. It isn’t going to bite you, honey.” He let’s a little bit of humor color his words and you shoot him a glare. You close the distance, snatching it off of the bed and unfolding it to realize it’s a few sheets stapled together. Your eyes nearly double their size, mouth falling open as you read the header.

‘Consent of Submission.’

Paragraphs make up the first page, the words jumbling together as you try to make sense of where this is heading. The next page is filled with bullet points, titled ‘Rules’. Eat three full meals a day, go to bed at an appropriate time, check in with how you are feeling; to name a few.

As you continue to stare at the paper, confusion and distraught winning the war of emotions on your face, Aaron begins speaking. “It’s a contract, between you and I. It will help you properly take care of your self and I will help enforce it.

“‘Submission’? Aaron… This is… What?” You begin to tremble with a vengeance, forcing you to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, it will help you learn to regain some control over your trauma and your everyday life. It will help with the anxiety, depression, and emotional detachment you are facing.” He speaks so surely, like he has done this before, and maybe he has.

“You mean it will help you control me.” Your accusation doesn’t phase him, in fact he looks to calm for the situation. His long legs are stretched out in front of him, leaning back in his seat with his head propped on his first. A complete opposite juxtaposition to yourself.

“In a sense, it’s power exchange. Nothing happens without your explicit consent, which gives you the power in what we do. Where I have the power is how we navigate those consents, what we do, where we do it, and how.” He takes a deep breath, giving you a gentle smile. “I’ve found people in your type of situation benefited greatly from being able to let their brains turn off, not have to over think every step of the day. Just exist and let someone else… Take care of them.”

“And if I say I don’t want to sign this?” You slam the papers back on the bed, more to hide your shaking hands than anything.

“Then I will have you go to therapy within the BAU system.” He shrugs his shoulder feigning indifference, even though his heart is thumping wildly. He thought the days of this life style were behind him, no longer needed, but the moment you turned up on the plane, he knew. Your lips were pressed into a tight smile, your body language screaming how uncomfortable you were seated between Derek and Rossi, though you desperately tried to mimic the calm demeanor surrounding you. Something stirred awake in his chest that morning, and he’s just been bidding his time every since.

Your stomach churns, weighing out your options. Somehow the latter seems worse. You run your hands into your hair, blowing out a breath. “I’m not submissive Aaron, you know this. This job requires to much for this to be a possibility. I don’t… I don’t see how it could work.”

“I’m not saying you aren’t, but I think there are things you haven’t learned about yourself yet. As for our job this is not apart of that, this is separate. We will just be ourselves, nothing out of the ordinary.” He says all of this so sincerely, a part of you wants to trust him. But the part of you that says no one is to be trusted squares your shoulders.

“What do you want in exchange? How do I know you won’t use this as black mail, or some chip to hold over my head?

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Sweetheart, There’s nothing I want in exchange, I’m trying to help you. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.” You answer before you can even give it thought. Deflect, shut it down, move on. How you handle any sort of situation that strikes a little to close to home, that tries to dig out your weaknesses like he is doing now.

Aaron prepared for this, knew you would meet him with head on resistance, but also knew with the choices given what you would pick. You’ve gone back to staring at the papers, the wheels in your head turning at full force. He can guess within reason what you might be thinking, he had that same look on his face when he was introduced to the lifestyle all those years ago.

“Y/n.” Your eyes dart up to his, large and uncertain. “Give me a month, just one. If it doesn’t help, if it’s too much, then we call it quits.”

“Just one?” You echo back, Aaron nodding. He stands from his seat, large hand stretched out, palm facing the sky. This is crazy, wrong on so many levels. Not to mention the amount of trouble you both could end up in if someone so happen to come across this. Every fiber of your being screams the sentiment. But it’s your heart, though it bruises your ribs, that makes you place your hand in his. Aaron gently pulls you to your feet, making sure you have your balance before letting go.

“Go wash your face, then I want you in bed. You need to sleep.” Instantly you want to rebel against the order, the phrase ‘you don’t control me’ coming to mind but instead you turn on your heel. “Good girl.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice and your shoulders tense up, but you force yourself to walk into the restroom, closing the door a little to hard. You turn to the mirror, a woman with scarlet red cheeks stares back at you and you huff. What are you doing? Where has your brain gone? Groaning lowly you angrily grab for your face wash.

Coming back out into the room, dabbing at your face with a hand towel, you find the room is lit only by the bedside lamp. Aaron, with the contract in his hands, looks up when he hears you. Your hand tightens around the scratchy white towel as a small smile tugs his lips up. “You look beautiful even without the makeup.”

You roll your eyes, tossing the towel into the small tub behind you. “A very typical male complement, Hotch.” You quip, glancing towards your bed. The covers have been turned down, and there’s a glass of water on the night stand.

“Here.” Aaron holds out a pen, and the paper, suddenly your hands have never been so clammy.

“I thought you said we would just try this for a month. Why do I need to sign?” You skirt around him, fidgeting with your jackets zipper. You can feel your heart beat everywhere, from your fingertips to the bottom of your bare feet.

“To protect us both, either you sign or there’s no deal and you go to therapy.” Skin bristling you spin around, whatever you were about to snap suddenly dissolving on your tongue. His chest is mere inches from your face, forcing you to tilt your head back to look him in the eye. He never seemed this tall from across the room. “You’re wearing my patience thin, little one.” The heady rasp of his voice as he whispers to you makes your stomach clench, for an entirely new reason.

Begrudgingly you take the pen and paper, pressing it to his chest to bear down on as you scrawl out your name on the little line. You notice his signature is already on the other side.“There. Happy?”

He holds your stare for a moment longer, and you think he might say something more before he steps back, taking everything with him. “We will go over everything at breakfast, we have an appointment with Jenny and her mother Clair at noon.”

Your eyebrows come together as he reaches the door, pulling it open. “I thought the teams going home today?”

“They are. I have paper work that needs to be done and you are my only child psychologist. Goodnight, Y/n.” He smiles as he closes the door behind himself, relishing in the shock written on your face.