#sub emily prentiss

[cloudlessly-light]

Hi!! Would you consider writing hotchniss thigh riding? There’s so few of them 😔 and maybe coupled with spit kink if you can? Your previous spit kink fics had me WILD. Thank you!!

A/N: Hi Anon! I hope you like this and that you don't mind that I added some other stuff as well, please enjoy!

Title: Gonna make you sweat Summary: Emily usually never disturbs him when he’s working from home, but sometimes she just can’t help herself. Word count: 2,3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, thigh grinding, spit kink, breath play/choking, verbal humiliation, dom Aaron, sub Emily, filth, absolute filth

It’s quiet when she unlocks the front door to their home. The lights all turned off except one and she smiles at the way Aaron always leaves a light for her when she comes home later than him. She kicks off her shoes and groans happily, the heels she’s worn for a night out with Penelope and JJ, as stunning as they were, are not worth the pain. The stillness of their house is soothing, knowing that Jack was tucked into bed and that Aaron was probably in bed waiting for her making adoration flutter in her chest.

But as she goes up the stairs and sees the light on in his home office she turns towards it instead of their bedroom and sure enough, he’s sitting there, still in his slacks but the tie off and the first couple of buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. Today had been a tiring day for him, she knew that, and even if she wouldn’t tell him as much, it was part of her reason for cutting girl’s night short.

For a few seconds she takes in the way he’s looking sitting there, so effortlessly gorgeous, as he concentrates on putting pen to paper. He’s been at it for hours, she can tell by the slightly strained expression on his face, the way he’s flexing his fingers before grabbing the pen again.

Emily rarely disturbs him when he’s working, and she isn’t sure if it’s the way he looks as he sits there, or the wine she’s had, or the want she always felt toward him, or maybe it’s knowing that he needs to release some tension after the difficult day he’s had, maybe it’s the mix of all of it. But she finds that she can’t help herself as she quietly unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. She steps out of it and then clears her throat as she takes a couple of steps toward him.

“Hi honey.” She smiles when he looks up at the sound of her voice and watches in amusement as his eyes move over frame slowly.

“You’re home early.” He says and pushes back on his chair to turn fully to face her and motions for her to come closer.

“Henry is sick.” She shrugs just as she comes to stop in front of him. His eyes move over her body slowly once more and she feels the familiar rush from it as his tongue licks over his bottom lip.

“And you thought that you’d come in here and distract me?” His hands graze the outside of her thighs as she nods and when she shivers in response to his touch he raises an eyebrow in amusement. “You know better than that, sweetheart.”

She smirks as he grabs her fully, large hands holding her hips as he pulls her toward him to straddle his lap.

“Can I really be blamed when you’re this sexy?” She muses, her lips brushing against his as she speaks before she kisses him. Her tongue is quick to seek out his, a happy sigh sounding from her when he licks into her mouth as his hands move over her body. The familiar feel of his warm, slightly calloused fingers sends goosebumps across her skin, the heat of his palms quickly making her entire body feel hot even in the slightly cool room.

Aaron groans lowly when he feels her hips start to grind on his lap, the heat of her evident even through her silk panties and his pants. When he breaks their kiss her dark eyes are hazy, her cheeks flushed pink and he swallows down the urge to take her right there. But there was something about Emily, needy and desperate, drunk on him, that was unlike any power rush he’d ever felt before. And tonight, after hours of paperwork and a day consisting of bureaucracy and red tape, he needed that power.

With that thought in mind he unhooks her bra, dark eyes locked on hers as it falls to the floor and before she has the chance to say anything else, he slowly wraps his hand around her throat, making sure he has her attention as he squeezes the tiniest bit. When he feels the way she swallows down a moan he smirks at her.

“You want me that bad, baby? That you can’t even wait until we’re in bed?” He squeezes harder and her hips roll against his lap in response.

“Aaron I-” Her voice is breathy, but it’s not what he wants to hear so he cuts her off with another squeeze, this one hard as he holds her gaze for a couple of seconds before letting go.

“Try again.” He watches in amusement as she fights the internal battle with herself, knows that in the end what they both want is for her to give herself completely to him, but sometimes she would put up a bit of a fight. Tonight however, it looked like her need for him was bigger than her need to be defiant.

“I want you so bad.” She whispered, the flush on her cheeks all but disappearing as her entire body flushes with the admission.

“Aww, you poor thing.” He keeps his hand around her throat as he pushes her off his lap only to tug her underwear off her hips before standing up too. There was something about Emily completely naked when he was still fully clothed that made heat flutter in his belly.

“Open.” He tilts her head back just slightly, a dark groan rumbling in his chest when her mouth opened, already knowing what was coming. When he spit into her mouth and she swallowed with a moan he hummed happily. “Good girl.”

Emily is sure she must be dripping from arousal as she watches how he sits down on his chair again, legs spread and body leaning back against the backrest, his entire being demanding respect. She knows what he wants before he says it, but she doesn’t move until he nods.

“You know you can’t always get what you want.” He pulls her closer but this time lets her straddle one of his thighs instead of his lap. The way she sucks in a breath at the feeling of fabric against her clit causes his fingers to dig into her waist slightly. “You want to act like a desperate little thing, and because I’m so nice I’m going to let you get off on my thigh. Let you prove to me how much you want it.”

His low voice and slightly condescending tone only make her flush harder, her body feeling like it was on fire and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She knew she was already staining his slacks, the wet spot already visible when she rearranged her body slightly and Aaron smirked, something smug and self-assured that she would have been irritated by if they had been in any other situation but this one. Instead it only turns her on and she slowly starts to grind on against his thigh, a soft moan falling from her lips at finally getting some relief.

Her hands move to grip his shoulders, her hips rolling and rocking against the strong muscle of his leg as his hands stay on her waist, letting her set the pace. His intense stare on her only makes her grind harder, something about knowing that he loved to watch her, getting her off. It always did.

“Look at you, it’s barely been two minutes and you’ve already soaked me.” He muses as the wet spot on his slacks get bigger, the feel of her wetness against his skin making his cock jerk in it’s confines. “What do you say to that?”

It takes her a second to find any words at all, but as her eyelids flutter open and she sees the furrowed eyebrows and lips pressed together in a thin line she gasps.

“I’m sorry.” Her grip on his shoulders must be hurting him but he only encourages her by pushing his thigh against her.

“Sorry for what?” Aaron lets go of her waist as he speaks, instead he grabs the back of her neck with one hand, the other moving to toy with her nipples.

“Sorry for ruining your pants.” She moans, the way he’s rolling one of her nipples sending pleasurable sparks to her clit, and her hips buckle slightly.

“That’s okay baby,” He coos before pulling her into a kiss that’s more tongue than anything else. “that’s what happens when desperate girls can’t help themselves.” He squeezes around the back of her neck and then let’s go, knowing from Emily’s slightly frantic movements that she’s getting close.

“Fuck, Aaron…” She whimpered as she rolled her hips against his thigh, dragging her clit against it harder as she felt herself squeeze around nothing. “Feels good.” Her words are mumbled between breathless moans and pants, her orgasm building slowly.

“I know, you’re so wet sweetheart.” He sits up straighter and wraps one arm around the small of her back to keep her steady as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. When he tugs it between his teeth, Emily’s hips buckle in desperation and he presses his leg harder up against her, making sure she gets as much pressure against her clit as possible.

She jerks, her body chasing her release as she rolls her hips harder and faster, nothing but lewd moans and his name falling from her lips as her body starts to strain.

“Good girl, come for me.” His cock was hurting from how badly he wanted to feel her, aching from being hard for so long without getting any relief, but as Emily started to spasm on top of him, he knew that any waiting, or uncomfortableness was worth it. He watched as her eyes rolled back and mouth fell open, felt how her hips jerked and grinded against his leg as she continued to ride out her pleasure with a cry that was almost too loud.

She felt her orgasm in her entire body, the pleasure of it making her eyesight blurry as she continued to grind down on his clothed thigh until only aftershocks rocked her body. Her eyes, heavy lidded and hazy found his and she smiled lazily.

“Thank you.” She mumbled and he chuckled, the sound raspy and low. When he carefully pushed her off his leg, only to quickly move her to his desk, she didn’t fight him, still happily dazed and sated. Her eyes moved to the wet spot on his leg and she blushed at the mess she had made, but she could tell that Aaron loved it, he always loved when she fell apart, it didn’t matter how it happened.

“Now it’s my turn.” He muttered as he made quick work of getting his pants and boxers off. He stepped between her spread legs and groaned at the feeling of her soft skin against his heated shaft, enjoyed the feeling as he shallowly thrust against her thigh while unbuttoning his shirt, knowing that he was smearing precum on her skin.

“Please, fuck me.” She whispered when he continued to tease her, a smirk on his face as he rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds repeatedly. It was enough, his desperation for her finally clear when he pushed inside of her and quickly setting a pace as he groaned against her lips.

“How do you always feel so good?” He grunted, the pleasure of her slick walls making him crazy. His hands gripped her hips tight to keep her in place as he started to move with hard, fast thrusts and when her legs wrapped around his hips, he hissed her name.

“Do it again.” She whispered against his neck and when she pulled back her eyebrow arched and her head tilted back as her lips opened.

“Dirty fucking thing.” He growled and spit in her mouth again, watched with heated eyes as she swallowed dutifully with a filthy smirk on her lips.

It’s rough, fast and desperate as he grabs at her and she claws at him as they chase their release in each other’s skin. When Emily let’s out a sound close to a whine and her pussy starts to clench around him, Aaron groans against her neck, his teeth digging into the soft skin there.

“Come with me.” She pants through blurry pleasure and she feels him nodding. The feeling of his labored breathing against her neck and the feeling of him inside of her as he grips her hard enough to bruise, is sensory overload and she comes only a few minutes later, clinging to his sweaty body.

“Jesus Christ, Em.” He hisses as his orgasm hits him like a freight train, knocking the wind completely out of him as his hips stutter against hers and pleasure makes his knees buckle. The way her center is still trembling around him draws out his pleasure, the feeling of release close to euphoric as he tries to catch his breath.

She isn’t sure how long they stay like that but when Aaron takes a step back she can see the relaxation, can see how much he needed this and she smiles at him.

“I should come in here more often.” She stands on slightly unsteady legs and wraps her arms around his neck.

“I don’t know, I might not be able to focus on work in here ever again.” He nuzzled her nose with his as she laughs before kissing her. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She stamps another kiss to his lips and then sees the knowing look on his face.

“You know exactly what, you brat.” He tickles her waist quickly before pulling her against him. “Come one, lets shower and then I’m having you sit on my face until I’ve had my fill.”

She’s never headed to the shower that quick in her life.

[rainydayathogwarts]

Emily finds out - Spencer Reid

You rubbed your eyes with the back of your fist, watching as Spencer nodded, his phone held up to his ear. His deep morning voice - if you can even call it the morning yet - echoed in the small room as he briefly answered Hotch's words. You hit your head back against Spencer's pillow, ignoring the rustle in the room of him pulling clothes from the closet and waiting to get the same call from your boss. When your phone finally rung, you threw your hand out onto the bedside table, blindly fishing for it. You brought it back against your ear with a groan, lazily answering the call.

"We've got an urgent case, head to the office now please L/N, me and Rossi are already on it." And with that, he hung up the phone, ignoring the groan of acknowledgement you had let out. He was more brief than he had been with your boyfriend, and was clearly already getting sick of the day. You rolled on your back, watching your boyfriend pull his pants over his hips before kicking your legs over the side of his bed and leaning down to grab your trousers, mimicking Spencer's movements. You briefly glance at the clock, 4:08 am. "You should probably go, I'll take my car and follow you out once I'm ready. It'll seem suspicious otherwise." You tell him, pulling the same black top you wore the day before over your head. Spencer moves to stand between your legs and softly puts both his hands on your jaw so you can look up at him and he leans down for a quick yet sweet kiss.

He rushes out through the door obediently, looking back at you one last time to take a glance at you staring at your reflection in the mirror, trying to tame down your hair. Spencer leaves his apartment keys in the keyhole, trusting you to lock his apartment door twice and bring him the keys later. You make your way out of the apartment and into your car, parking in the basement of the building only 20 minutes later. You sigh, gathering your things and rushing up to the elevator.

No one is in the bullpen when you arrive, so you make your way to the debriefing room, hitting your hip against the doorknob when you enter. You groan, wincing, but make your way into one of the chairs around the circular table nonetheless. Of course, it's Derek who makes the first comment on your appearance when you enter. "Damn sweetheart didn't think you'd be the one to show up in last night's outfit." Spencer, who sits next to Derek, furrows his eyebrows. "What he means is she was over at someone else's having sex." Emily tries to whisper at him from across the table, but everyone hears the comment she makes and you scoff, lightly slapping her arm.

"Hey I wouldn't be if I had some earlier notice." You argue, opening the files in front of you. "I don't see anything wrong with that. Agent L/N came prepared when we asked her to and is immediately on task, unlike the rest of you. She'd have wasted our time by going home to change." Hotch's deep, usually grumpy voice comes out with a hint of amusement and you nod your head as the others go back to work with smirks on their faces.

"Jareau, catch L/N up on what she's missed - everyone wheels up in thirty." After JJ does catch you up, the room starts to file out, eventually leaving you and Spencer alone. You widen your eyes at him in amusement and he chuckles, his cheeks turning slightly redder than usual. You shuffle the chair you're in until you're sat next to your boyfriend and you press a kiss on his cheek before digging through your bag. He stands up in the meantime, thinking you've changed your focus to something else but call out for him "Spencer, wait!" He turns back to look at you and you hold out his house keys with an eyebrow raised. "Don't want Morgan finding me with those." But then not even a second later, Emily is rushing back into the room, grabbing her phone.

"My bad!" She pants, about to leave the room, but she abruptly stops upon seeing a flash of movement, and then the looks on your faces. Spencer looks like he's been caught dealing drugs and you on the other hand look surprised yet slightly amused with your eyes wide and arms still by your sides. She takes a moment to profile you, taking note of how Spencer's house keys are now in his hand, which he'd been trying to slyly shove in his pocket. She looks confused, but starts walking, muttering a quiet "After you." To Spencer before she steps in front of you, blocking the doorway.

She stares at you, her jaw slack, and slowly raises her pointer finger at you. "You- he's the- oh my gosh you have to tell me everything."

[badathumanemotions]

MasterList

MDNI AO3 All contain smut unless otherwise indicated Spencer Reid x Reader Feelings of Ecstasy Obsession Still On the Line Blood Lust Trying Something New Play Party Beyond Expectations (V1) Beyond Expectations (V2) Heat of the Moment A New Kind of Intimacy Tasting the Forbidden Sweet Agony Captivating Touch Strength in Submission Out of Hand High Stakes Sweet Cravings Hidden Feelings Expecting A Little Pumpkin (Fluff) My Little Vampire

Elle Greenaway x Spencer Reid Elle Takes a Break Elle's Pursuit

Spencer x Reader x Emily Emily Prentiss Wing Woman Extraordinaire After Hours Tease

Elle Greenaway x Reader Needy Intimate Connections New Sensations Greedy Unwinding Together Stakeout Tender Love and Care Happy Anniversary

Elle x Reader x JJ For One Night Only

Emily Prentiss x Reader Release Passionate Reunion The Velvet Room Stepping Into Desire Turning Up the Heat A Taste of Lust

[bambrinaa]

sub!spencer, overstim, crossword puzzle, slight dumbification. teasing??? slight degrading??? idk. un-protected p n v, (don't do this!!) . that's it?˚

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"okay.. okay. how about this one, spence? 'Common malapropism used to mean 'nonetheless'." You ask reid, your crossword puzzle on his chest, the paper laid flatly as your pen taps it. you roll your hips against reid, making him whine.

"i-..I dont know!" he says, voice filled with desperation.

"hm..no that's not it. 12 letters." you reply, your pen scribbling on the paper.

Reid let's out a soft cry, his hands gripping at your hip. "please- I cant- wanna cum. please?" He babbles, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes he can spare. you laugh gently.

"No, not yet baby. cmon, last one. 'Common malapropism used to mean 'nonetheless'." You repeat, as you begin to slowly bounce up and down on spencers already overstimulated cock. he grips harder at your hips- if that's possible.

"I c-cant! it's too- much.." he whimpers.

"Here I thought you were some kind of genius, Spencer..." You tut. "think." you say, making his mind cloud over, trying his hardest to think, so he can finally cum.

"i-irregardless?" He mumbles, and you check over the crossword, gasping gently as you write it down.

"Yes! irregardless. Good boy Spence." you say, disregarding the crossword and speeding up your movements, drawing a loud whine from spencer.

"I knew you could do it, baby."

[d33pd3sire-blog]

A Kiss A Day Keeps The Doctor Away.

PSA: this is my first fanfiction in a decade, pls be gentle <3

Warnings: Could be kinda smutty if you squint. Injury (nothing explicit). Dom Emily. No use of Y/N!

Context: Reader gets hurt in the field. Once Emily knew you were going to be okay, she gave you the silent treatment. No talking, no glances, nothing the whole ride home from the hospital.

As you both stand at the front door of your apartment, Emily is rummaging through her bag to find her keys. Neither of you have spoken in a few hours, both of you as stubborn as the other. After a few seconds of Emily struggling to find her keys, you huff and pull yours out, unlocking the door. You put your arm out to let her go first, but instead, she grabs your arm and drags you in.

Emily takes you to the bedroom to make sure your bandages are still okay. As she undress you slightly you get a little frustrated from the silence.

'Em, will you please say something?' you sigh.

'No.' She says, without looking up at you.

'The doctor said you have to stay off of your leg for at least a week. You're going to follow the doctors orders, correct? Or are you going to ignore them like always?' Emilys tone meant she wasn't even slightly amused.

You open your mouth to argue something back but decide against it. You choose the gaslighting route and bite your lip. 'It's really not that bad..'

'Don't.' She spits, not falling for that. 'You will follow the doctors orders.' She rewraps the bandage.

'Understood?'

The dominance radiating from Emily is intoxicating, you start to enjoy this side of her. You look up at her, as if in a trance.

'Is that an order?" you bite your lip, looking at her through your eyelashes.

She raises an eyebrow at you for a moment. Considering what way she wants to take this. 'Thats an order. You will rest until the Doctor says you're okay. Got it?'

You tap your chin in an over exaggerate way, as if you're thinking for a second. You give a cheesy grin and then adds 'Ill do it on one condition.' You take her hand and sit both of you down on the couch.

'Oh?' As she sits, she crosses her arms and stares for a moment, raising both of her eyebrows at you.

You tilt your head slightly, looking from Emilys lips to her eyes again. 'Kiss me?'

She blushes slightly at the request and clears her throat, trying to stand her ground. 'You're going to follow the doctors orders in exchange for a kiss?' She asks, making sure she heard you right.

You know what you're doing to her.

'Well, maybe a few kisses to keep me in check for the next week.' You lean closer to her, you can feel her breath on your lips. 'Its up to you.' You smile.

Emily lets out a soft sigh, fighting the urge to have you right here and now. She leans a little closer, mad at you for turning the attention away from your injury. Her mind is racing, she wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss her.

Before you knew it, her hand was resting on your neck and her lips had landed on yours. You melt into her touch, her hand placement driving you crazy. Emily notices this and deepens the kiss, leading to a moan escaping your mouth.

Your moan was enough to get Emily's blood rushing. She holds the back of your head gently, as she moves to get into a better-

'Ah shit!' you hiss, the movement from Emily causing a sharp pain from your leg.

The unexpected jump from you getting hurt pulled Emily out of the trance. She looks at you full of worry and looks down, checking your leg. 'Fuck! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Im so sorry!' You can see her mind is going to the worst places first.

'Babe, babe, its okay. Im okay, it was nothing' You try to hide your pain and give her a small kiss. She hesitantly returns it.

'I love that you care,' you smile at her and start to play with her shirt.

Emily rolls her eyes, but she can't help but smile at your statement. 'I'll be here everyday to make sure you're not on that thing. Okay?'

The idea of your girlfriend being here everyday to give you kisses makes your heart swell. 'They do say a kiss a day keeps the Doctor away.. Or something like that.' You both laugh a little.

[vhyunjinverse]

RED (pt. 1) part 2 here

gn!reader x Emily Prentiss (18+)

summary: Emily reminds you on where you stand in your relationship.

warnings: dom!emily, sub!reader, teasing, hair pulling, Emily’s red tank top…ugh

“You know what I don’t understand? How someone with such a chatty mouth has absolutely nothing to say when it comes down to this sort of thing.”

You glance up at Emily as best as she allowed you to. Your hair in which she gripped on, was tugged. She wore a smirk while she stared down at you. Your sex throbbed, god you loved her.

“Well, go on. What are you waiting for?” The tip of her foot taps your bare thigh. She sat in front of you while you were on your knees. Her nipples hard and waiting through the red of her tank top. You loved it when she wore red. It was her color after all. It turned you on, and she knew that, she also used it against you often.

How she would take you on the jet when no one paid attention…How she’d finger herself while she wore that red tank top in the hotel rooms you’d share on cases. Hell- she’d even send videos, always expecting something in return.

So when she gave you that warning look today after you argued at work you knew it was coming- this: Her legs spread wide open while her blue panties sitting perfectly on her hips, soaking from the core. Teasing you, showing you your place in your relationship.

Her hair messily fanning over her shoulders. You took a breath, leaning forward to kiss her thighs, your tongue darting out to lick afterwards. You groan softly, feeling her fingers message your scalp. She shifted just a bit, her legs spreading out further while one hiked upon your shoulder. There was a large dark spot in the center of her light blue panties. You swallowed, hungry.

“Now, you want to tell me what that was about today?” As you neared her sex she pulls your head back, making you groan. You stared down at you, expressionless. “You argued with me today-“

“I said I was sorry-“

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, did I?” She then chuckles, scooting closer to the edge of where she sat. You could smell her arousal. “Emily..” you breathed, looking at her with those desperate..desperate eyes. “please.” you whined, making her hum. “You’re talking much more nicely than you were earlier..” She slid up, her clothed sex resting against your nose. She stared down at you, smiling. “What, you can’t move my panties to the side yourself? Oh right…”

You mentally grumbled to yourself. Fucking hell. You were cuffed. “Em..please I’m sorry.”

“So you’ve said,” She lets your hair go, your face falling just inches away from her sex. She slides her panties to the side, immediately picking your hair back up afterwards. “Now, be a good little slut and eat me like I know you can.”

[moondrunkhunter]

Sagacious (Service Top!Reader x Sub!Emily Prentiss)

part two of the slightly cohesive Shrewd series.

Warnings: NSFW MDNI 18+, Not gonna lie this one is raunchy, angst, period sex (I didn't spare any details so... if it makes you uncomfy DO NOT READ) , emily snaps at reader, gets kinda fluffy, emily sheds tears, reader being an adorably understanding bean

You were basically brain dead at the moment. The only sound that could be heard was the rushing of your blood in your ears. The only thing you could see was Emily with a blank look on her face but piercing eyes that told you exactly how she felt.

Emily had been short today. Aggravated even. And you couldn’t put your finger on why. Her steps were heavier as her heels clicked around the precinct while she gave orders and built a profile. She’d even dressed differently. Usually she’d throw in some sort of bold color to her outfits: a red shirt, a blue blouse, a cream sweater. But not today. Today she had on that black turtleneck, and black slacks. She looked ominous.

You weren’t allowed much time to analyze before she was barking orders at you and rushing you to the M.E.’s. You confirmed her stiff attitude with Penelope on the way to the examiner’s. 

She’d agreed Emily was acting pissy.

“You seem focused.” JJ muttered sarcastically when you got back to the precinct and immediately collided shoulders with some beat cop in the hallway.

“Like a laser.” You replied not even sparing her a glance as you passed by her.

The woman was harder to read than the Necronomicon when she wanted to be. And she hadn’t had an actual conversation with you in three days. You couldn’t reach her. Until you reached the hotel.

The brunette handed out everyone's key cards in the hotel lobby before making an excuse to take the next elevator claiming she’d forgotten her bag, though it was in your hand. You were standing away from the rest of the group glaring at a vending machine in the corner of the lobby and missed the interaction. Well you hadn’t missed it, you avoided it. And you weren’t glaring at the vending machine you were glaring through it at the reflection, Emily’s reflection.

“Y/L/N, are you gonna buy something or what?” Her voice had an edge to it, one you hadn’t earned.

You took a deep breath before replying. “I’m good," You turned on your heels and glared at her more directly. Your eyes scanned her figure then her face, “Are you?”

The older woman huffed dramatically, her shoulders falling and her hand came to rest against her forehead in what you could only assume was ever-building frustration. “I’m fine, here.” She stalked towards you, her footsteps still heavier than usual. She held out the card with the hotel’s logo printed on the front. You took the card between your index and middle finger.

“Emily...”

“Don’t start.” She interrupted before striding toward the elevator with you trailing after her.

“Em—“you tried again when the elevator started moving.

“For fucks sake, can you not!” She snaps. Her voice was pitched upwards and she was avoiding your gaze.

You cleared your throat before sucking your cheek between your teeth, chewing in thought.

“You’re frustrated.”

The woman trilled her lips, her palms came up to her face and she buried her face inside her hands. “I’m not frustrated, you just don’t seem to know how, or when to shut up.”

You raised your eyebrows, your lips were curling upwards. You could take her words personally but that wouldn’t benefit anyone right now. the doors slid open with a ding. You followed close behind her a few steps removed.

Your room was across from hers, perhaps just another way for her to keep an eye on you. she liked having you under her nose even if she didn’t claim you outwardly.

You watched her click her door open and without a second thought you handed her her bag before shoving her forward gently and basically forcing yourself into her hotel room. The door clicked shut behind you.

She had already opened her mouth to curse, yell, scream? You weren’t sure because the words never made it out of her mouth because you slapped your hand over it. When she brought her hands up to slap you away you nabbed her wrist continuing to back her up until she was in the center of the room, the bed a foot or two behind her.

You gestured for her to be quiet then dropped your hand from her pink lips. Your voice was soft yet assertive as you spoke. you stripped your jacket off your shoulders. “You are frustrated..or stressed. I don’t know you suck at communicating but the point is you are not fine. You have been bitchy, and combative all day if it isn’t one thing it’s another.”

“Bitchy?” Emily challenged. You could tell her repetition of the word was not due to a lack of clarity, it was a challenge, or mercy. A chance to take it back. You wouldn’t.

You bent down and ripped your loafers off your feet before shedding your overshirt, leaving you in a pair of patterned slacks, black socks and a black tank top. “Bitchy.” You reiterated. “And it got me thinking..."

"...Three days of silent treatment; I was left with nothing but time to ponder.” You grumbled, gathering the top layer of your hair and tying it behind your head.

“It didn’t click until I saw you getting all watery eyed on the elevator.” Emily was lost for words as she watched you fall to your knees in front of her. She knew what you were planning to do, and she couldn’t let you proceed. So, when your long fingers met her belt buckle she stopped you.

“I can’t.” She cracked. “I’m uh—” you waved her off.

“On your cycle? I know.” You nodded firmly your eyes meeting hers with nothing but lust, determination, and something much softer. “Let me take care of you.” You purred, pulling her belt free from the buckle and working on the button and zipper.

“Y/N,” she whimpered. Literally whimpered. “I’m bleeding, that’s unsanitary at the very least.”

“Emily.” you reassured. “I don’t care.” You tugged her pants down to her thighs then past her knees. “But if you say no we can stop right now and just go to sleep, or if you actually want to be alone I’ll leave right now just tell me what you need so I can help. Her eyes had begun to water again her lips pursed together as her hand came up to your cheek.

“You don’t have to do this, baby.” She whispered, sniffling immediately after.

“I want to. More than anything in the world. I want you, all of you everyday of the month, blood isn’t gonna get in the way of that, not for me.”

You watched her carefully scanning her tear stained face for the first time in days you saw that light in her eyes again. She nodded at you and you grinned a Cheshire grin.

You started with her shoes this time tugging them from her feet then doing the same to her pants and turtleneck she was near bare. Left in a navy blue bra and cotton panties to match.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” You muttered guiding her the last foot until her knees met the comforter and she took a seat.

You placed a kiss on each thigh. Before you reached for the waistband of her panties. She stopped you.

“I want them on.”

“Okay.” You smiled softly and instead of going with your original plan you placed a hand over her diaphragm and applied pressure ushering her into lying down.

“Just try to relax, darling.” You drawled letting your hand caress over her tummy. Rubbing against it as your other hand teased between her thighs which she had clamped shut. You sighed some frustration of your own trying to boil its way to the surface.

You brought your hand to her right bosom and gave a soft squeeze that left her knees trembling.

“Sensitive?” You inquired, slipping your fingers below the material and groping at the flesh again

This time you could feel her pebbled nipple scraping your palm. You ran a thumb over it, which sent a shiver down the older woman’s spine and made her clamped thighs fall apart slightly.

When you looked up at her face she was already looking down at you with her lip tucked between her teeth as she nodded in response.

You purred, dragging your hand further up her thigh with an open palm. Your left hand came to rest over her cotton covered mound, a curious thumb softly ghosting over her puffy labia. Your right thumb did something similar to her nipple.

A high hum vibrated from the older woman’s throat, a moan muffled by her bitten lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Emily.” You purred as you pinched her nipple gently. Sensitivity was fun, until it wasn’t and you didn’t want to hurt her, not in any way she wouldn’t enjoy, though it was entirely too soon.

You felt her cunt throb against your teasing thumb and smirked pushing her panties aside and parting her lips with two fingers. You smiled at the little string hanging from her entrance and leaned in experimentally. You inhaled, her sweet scent enveloped your nose. You placed a small kiss on her pink button and felt her thighs twitch.

“Emily?” You called. Voice barely above a whisper. Her head popped up from where she had relaxed it on the mattress. “Why don’t you go in the restroom and take this out for me, darling.”

You suggested softly while giving the string a minute tug. She looked as if she wanted to argue or maybe she didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t care.

She cleared her throat and sat up despite her reservations, which had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact she was overthinking. “I don’t know if—”

Your eyes darted to the wall behind her head. You felt it was time to reiterate your point. “Go in the restroom and take the tampon out so I can devour you the way you deserve, please.”

Emily’s eyebrows raised while you quirked your head daring her to challenge you. You sighed after another thirty seconds of staring. “Okay, you know what.” 

With that you rose on your knees to kiss her lips, your thumb making circles against her clit, causing her to moan into the kiss as you worked her up. Your lips slid from hers to her cheek then her jaw, you nipped at her ear lobe and felt her clit pulse, so you did it again and again until she wouldn’t stop pulsing against you. Her hands placed on the mattress propping her up as you worked her over with just your thumb and her swollen bundle of nerves until she was trembling at the touch.

“Three,” you whispered, brushing her clit faster. “Two,” she moaned out into the open air as you added more pressure, her eyes squeezed shut and her arms trembling under her weight. All while your pointer finger was wrapping itself in the string dangling from her entrance.

She was close. You could tell because her arms were faltering, about to give out any second and her legs kept trying to clamp shut around your torso, though you wouldn’t let her.

You watched her arms give out and her back arch, soon after her heels were digging into your back to pull you closer.

“Please.” She whimpered out.

“One.” You breathed and tugged the string until the bloody cloth was free and her legs clamped around you as your ministrations on her clit pushed her over the edge.

“Oh! Fuck!” She cried. You tossed the tampon in the nearest bin from where you were sitting and you grinned leaning forward to finally indulge.

Your tongue dipped into her entrance hungrily. The metallic taste not deterring you in the slightest. In fact, with the way you were slurping and sucking at her labia and entrance Emily was fairly convinced the taste was spurring you on, though she was more focused on the pleasure your tongue was bringing to her, and here she thought your fingers were amazing. Which , they are but this, this was something else and it was driving her crazy.

She hadn’t stopped cumming and her juices as well as your saliva were smeared across your face and beginning to drip past your jaw.

“You taste so good, baby.” You pulled away but only to use your fingers to spread her puffy pink folds apart.

“Holy Fuck!” She expelled before tumbling into another fit of moans as you sucked at her clit and flicked it with your skilled tongue rapidly. Her own hands came up to squeeze at her heaving breasts. You had to close your eyes or you’d have another accident like last time.

One of her hands tugged at your hair and ripped you away from her folds much to soon and Emily almost came again at the sight of you, your perfect hair messy and flowing between her fingers, your flexed jaw, and hungry tongue lapping up her blood and arousal that was smeared on your lips, your hands flexing on her thighs, and your dark eyes glassy and hazy mind only on one thing: her pussy.

The way you were eating her made her think you forgot that the organ was attached to an actual person.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” She whispered dragging you atop herself and leaning up to kiss your swollen, blood stained lips.

“Thanks, mami.” You breathed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand ungraciously.

“Better now?”

A smirk slid across her cheeks as she chuckled. “Much.”

“Good.” Your hoarse voice breathed out resting your head on her milky thighs like the perfect forbidden pillow.

"You have to learn to let me take care of you. You can push me away as long and as far as you want, I will always be here to take care of you."

"Always?" came her broken whisper her eyes watering again as she brings her slender fingers to stroke through your hair and massage your scalp delightfully.

"As long as you'll have me. Until the day you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you want nothing to do with me. I'll be yours." You mumble confidently, planting an affectionate kiss on her thigh reveling in the feeling of her fingers stroking your scalp.

Her other hand comes up to her own face and swipes away the stray tears sliding down her cheeks as her heart flutters. "Okay." She replies softly pulling the covers up to cover the both of you your head under the blanket as you drift off to sleep with her fingers still stroking your hair as you rest on her thigh.

[freelancelobotomy]

hot takes rapid fire

Hotchniss makes no sense to me. There was zero tension between them imo…Moreid had more tension than them LMAOAOA

Garvez should’ve been endgame. Fuck the writers for playing in my face like that.

I don’t really fw hotch after what happened with Elle and ESPECIALLY after Haley died a probably very scary and painful death that he 100% could’ve prevented. I still love him tho but he’s prob one of my least faves of the bau.

[blackbird-brewster]

OT3: Je T'Emily

[cloudlessly-light]

Could you write a story where Emily has self image problems and doesn't like looking in mirrors. When Aaron finds out gets her to sit against him facing a mirror, with her legs hooked over his. And then fingers her, but won't let her come till she looks at herself. And then after fucks her while making her look at them. The whole time he calls her his pretty girl, and tells her everything thing she does, and every part of her is pretty, with very dirty language.

The whole time Aaron his clothed and Emily is naked, Dom Aaron and Sub Emily.

Title: Right now you’re all that I need Summary:He never would have thought that she’d be insecure about her looks, she radiated confidence on any given day, demanded respect as she walked into a room. She was beautiful, stunning to the point of injustice in his eyes. And he often wondered how she couldn’t see herself that way. Word count: 4,1k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, fingering, dirty talk, praise, praise kink, orgasm control, choking/breathplay, insecurities, self-esteem issues, mirror sex, Aaron is a talker in the bedroom, I don’t make the rules I just follow them

He notices it the first time only a few months into her joining the team, the slightly narrowed eyebrows and pursing of her lips as they stand in an elevator that has a mirrored wall. He doesn’t think much of it, after all it’s only there for a split second. But then he notices it again a couple of weeks later. She comes back with drinks and instead of sitting down at her original seat, she takes Derek’s empty one, he only notices when her shiny hair caught his attention in the mirror behind the bar and he realizes that she’s now sitting with her back to it, instead of facing it. He wonders if anybody else notices.  

But it’s subtle, how she manages to always stand facing away from her own reflection, a skill she must have practiced for years. And he still doesn’t give it much thought.

But then they start dating and he watches the way she scrutinized her face in the mirror as she’s getting ready for work, sees how she sometimes changes clothes four or five times before she’s ready to go out for date night. She tries to hide it, but he’s Aaron and he notices everything.

He never would have thought that she’d be insecure about her looks, she radiated confidence on any given day, demanded respect as she walked into a room. She was beautiful, stunning to the point of injustice in his eyes. And he often wondered how she couldn’t see herself that way.

They fall in love, and he makes sure to tell her she’s beautiful every day, but she would always brush it off, something that irritated him to no end. He couldn’t understand how she couldn’t see what he saw. He tried talking to her about it, and she would gently shut him down with a sad smile and soft eyes.

“I never liked looking at myself, I’m not sure why.”

It was a lie and they both knew it.

Things get a little clearer whenever her mother was around, which wasn’t often. But her subtle digs at her daughter didn’t go unnoticed and it is only Emily’s hand on his thigh, fingers digging into the muscle, that keeps him in control of his anger.

He spends hours trying to show her just how gorgeous she is, how unfairly perfect she is.

It doesn’t really work, so after trying to talk to her multiple times and trying to show her how beautiful she is, he comes up with something else instead. 

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He greets her as he sips coffee in the kitchen as he had waited for Emily to wake up.

“Morning.” She wasn’t a morning person but he still managed to put a smile on her face. She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before making a b-line towards the coffee.

Aaron took a moment to just look at her, hair slightly messy from sleep, one of his old shirts on her body, eyes still sleepy, she was stunning. Even on her worst days she was beaituful and he hated that she didn’t think the same.

“Did you sleep okay?” He comes to stand behind her, lets himself inhale the scent of her and smiles when she shivers at the way his stubble tickles her skin.

“Like a log.” She leans back against his chest, a lazy sigh leaving her as he noses at her hairline.

“Good.” He turns her head enough to be able to look into her eyes. “You’ll need your strength today, sweet thing.”

She catches on in an instant, the knowing smirk and dark eyes familiar and her breathing hitches.

They had fallen into exploration of kink easily, something Emily had always dabbled in and something Aaron had always wanted to try. Now, almost a year later it’s easy to fall into their roles when alone at home.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice is just above a whisper, already breathy and low and he smiles against her lips.

“Good girl.” He claims her lips in a kiss and his hands make their way under the hem of her shirt, fingers gentle against the skin of her hips.

The sound of his phone going off, breaks their bubble and forces them apart.

“It’s Sunday.” She sighs as she peers over his shoulder at his phone, a 911 from JJ.

“I know sweetheart, but we have to go.”

His plans would just have to wait until later.

Later turns into almost a week later, the case taking longer than any of them would have thought. But they fly home from New York and Aaron decides that the paperwork could wait until the morning. It was already late afternoon, and they’d all had a tough week. So he sends them all home, more than happy to get into his car with Emily and drive to their apartment instead of heading to the office.

“You’re planning something.” She says, her tone although teasing, still laced with curiosity.

“That’s not for you to worry about, pretty thing.” His hand falls to her thigh and squeezes. “You just need to be good for me.”

“Yes sir.” She catches the way he grins at her obedience and she feels herself shiver in excitement.

When they get home, Aaron is quick to start on dinner while she goes to shower, a habit she’s had for as long as she remembers. When she comes back wearing a pair of tights and one of his shirts, Aaron is just about to set the table. They eat together, talking about the week and office drama and Jack until their plates are empty and she gets up to load the dishwasher.

“When you’re done, come to the bedroom.” He husks and she feels goosebumps erupt on her skin in response to his dark look and his firm hold on the back of her neck.

“Okay.” She breathes and accepts the kiss he stamps to her lips before disappearing down the hall.

He makes quick work once he’s in the bedroom, grabs the large mirror that hangs on the wall next to their walk in and leans it against the wall facing the foot of the bed. When he sits down on the bed he can see himself perfectly and he smirks to himself.

Emily walks in only a couple of minutes later but stops when he lifts his hand.

“Strip, I want you naked.” He orders, eyes steady on hers. “Then you’re going to sit right here.” He pats the space between his spread legs as he leans against the headboard.

The flush on her cheeks creep down to her chest as she does what he says, eyes obediently on the floor. She leaves the clothes in a pile on the floor, something he knows she does just to irritate him, and if it weren’t for what he was already planning he would have given her a warning for that. By the time she’s crawling between his legs, he can already feel the uncomfortable confide of his pants against his hard cock, but this wasn’t about him so he would wait.

“Sit between my legs, pretty girl.” He helps her turn until she’s seated comfortably, her back flush to his chest. It’s only a second later that she notices the mirror and she tenses and he’s quick to wrap one arm around her, his thumb rubbing soothingly over her ribs as she twists around to look at him.

“Aaron…” She looks at him with wide eyes and parted lips. “What is this? What are you doing?”

“I think it’s about time you start to learn to see what I see.” He feels the tension in her body, can see the apprehension on her face and for a second he wonders if this might be pushing for too much too fast.

“I-I don’t think this is a good idea.” She feels anxiety knotting in her stomach as she gnaws her bottom lip. Her body is still twisted uncomfortably, hiding away from her own reflection to seek the safety of his body.

“Why not?” His voice is a low whisper, his eyes so soft and gentle, something he rarely was when they were doing a scene, but something she needed right then.

“I just, I don’t think I can.” She leans into his warm hand when he cups her cheek and she offers a small smile in return to let him know that she was okay, even through her uncomfortableness she was okay.

“How about this, you can close your eyes, but I want to be able to watch you? And if you still want to stop, we will at any point.”

The seconds it takes for her to think about it seems like an eternity.

“Okay.” She finally breathes and as she relaxes slightly, he does too.

“Good girl.” He kisses her softly and when she falls into him he lets his hands start to wander across her body, caressing soft skin and trailing over the familiar dips and valleys until her breathing is getting ragged and she willingly turns back so she’s seated against him.

Her eyes stay closed as he pulls her legs apart to rest over his own, spreading her wide for his searching hands and greedy eyes. When his breathing hitches at the sight she feels her cheeks burn from the exposure. Logically she knows he’s seen her in every position possible, but something about knowing he’s watching her reflection somehow feels more intimate than anything they’ve done before. But she forces those thoughts away and instead focuses on the way his hands feel on her body.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” He breathes against her ear as he cups her breast in each hand, trapping her nipples and twisting slightly. “Perfect.”

Her back arches, pushing her chest further into his hands, a low gasp leaving her parted lips when he bites down on her earlobe. His hands are warm, the familiarity of his gun-calloused fingers soothing as he slowly moves them down her sides, then further down to ghost over her center. When he grabs the inside of her thigh hard she doesn’t expect it and a sound of surprise leaves her and she hears his snicker against her ear.

Everything felt heightened without her eyesight and soon enough she had forgotten about the mirror, her hips buckling slightly in search of his touch, his hands moving everywhere he could reach, except where she needed him.

“Fuck, pretty thing.” His voice is rough, a vibration against her back as he speaks. “That’s my girl, so needy.” His eyes are glued to her reflection, taking in her flushed skin and body that seemed to tremble with need, need for him. It’s a power rush unlike any other and when he licks the sweat of the skin of her neck she mewls his name, the sound is breathy and low.

“Please touch me.” She whispers when she feels one of his hands travelling up her thigh, up, up, up until his fingers are met by her slick.

“I am touching you.” He smirks at her exasperated huff, can see her scrunched eyebrows in the reflection, her eyes still closed, but more relaxed than they had been in the beginning. Her tongue peeks out to lick her lips and if he could he would have taken a picture of her like this.

It’s not until her hips jerk into his hand again that he takes pity on her. He lets one finger drag from her clit and through her folds slowly and Emily moans in response, her head falling against his shoulder. One of his hands move to her chest, pinching and tweaking one of her nipples again as he pushes his finger inside of her, giving her little relief.

“Fuck Emily, you’re so pretty like this.” He growls and she whimpers at the rasp of it. He pinches her nipple hard and she cries out, the pain of it making her clit ache with need. “My perfect thing.”

“Please, please I need more.” She feels his lips curl into a smirk against her neck, knew the slightly sadistic look in his eyes even without looking.

“Can you feel me sweetheart?” He asks and pushes another finger inside of her, hooking them inside of her and making her hips buckle and a moan to fall from her lips. “Can you feel how hard you make me?” He grinds the palm of his hand against her clit and her hand comes to grab his wrist tightly, her nails digging into his skin. “Looking at you like this, fuck you’re driving me crazy.” His hips rut up against her back, impossibly hard inside of his slacks.  

She tries to reach behind her to touch him, but he’s quick to grab her hand and hold it down against her stomach as his arm wraps around her middle to keep her still, his other hand starting to move faster between her thighs.

“Fuck, Sir I’m close.” She’s panting, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he rubs his hand against her clit and his fingers scissors inside of her.

“I know.” He gasps at the way her walls are tightening around his fingers, her nails close to breaking the skin of his wrist as he brings her closer. “Open your eyes.”

She can barely hear him through the pleasure, her body searching for release as he keeps her tight against him.

“What?” She tries twisting in his grasp but he easily pins her.

“If you want to come, open your eyes.” He slows his movements, feeling her tense against him. When she lets out a sound somewhere between a whine and a whimper, he withdraws his fingers completely and instead starts to rub her clit in circles. “Or do you want to stop?”

“No.” She says quickly, her mind reeling from the orgasm he’s keeping just out of reach. But she can’t bring herself to open her eyes.

“You’re missing out, sweet girl.” He keeps the pressure on her clit light, the rubbing slow but steady, knowing that it would keep her on edge. “You look gorgeous, moaning so prettily for me.” His eyes are trained of her face, looking for any sign that they needed to quit, that he was pushing her too far, but couldn’t find any.

“Aaron,” She breathes, her tongue once again licking over her bottom lip. “Please don’t stop.” Like she knew his hesitation, her words keep him going, his fingers resuming to rub over her clit and his arm tightening around her middle to keep her pinned against him.

“Such a good girl, even when you disobey my order.” He hums against her ear, the sound amused and laced with satisfaction, because he knew she’d break, that she’d do what he asked of her. He thinks she knows it too.

Without warning he thrusts his fingers back inside of her, immediately drawing a high pitched moan as he sets a quicker, rougher pace. The arm wrapped around her loosens and he wraps his hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

“If I could, I would take a picture of you like this, use it as my phone background so show everyone just how fucking perfect you are. I’d use those pretty moans of yours as my ringtone, I’d display you for everyone to see, because you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” The slick sound of his fingers against her mixes with his words in her ears, pushing her toward the edge again in record time.

“Fuck, please Aaron please let me come.” She begged, swallowing desperately against his hand around her throat, her body slowly starting to shake against his.

“I’m the luckiest man in this world, getting to have you, to see you like this, wake up next to you every morning. You should be worshiped.” He keeps his eyes on their reflection, catches his own wild look of want as she squirms and gasps and moans as her pussy starts to clench around his fingers again. “If you only saw what I saw, if you knew how unbelievable you look right now, pretty thing. Come on, open your eyes, look at you, a fucking goddess who’s blessed my life.”

She can’t think, she can barely breathe, she had completely forgotten about the mirror in front of them. So she opens her eyes, and what she sees staring back at her is someone she doesn’t quite recognize, dark eyes and wild hair, cheeks tinted pink and puffy lips, she looks sexy, bare and exposed against his clothed body, his eyes just as wild and dark as hers, a look of want and desperation on his face.

“Good girl, fuck aren’t you so pretty?” His eyes stay on hers in the mirror and when she nods, he smiles. “Tell me you’re my pretty girl.”

“I-I’m your pretty girl.” She gets out through strangled breaths and he ruts against her back again. But she can barely focus on it, because his hand his tightening around her neck and his hand is moving faster between her legs, rubbing against her clit and adding a third finger, stretching her. And then she comes with a deep groan, back arching and hips grinding into his hand as her eyes stay on their reflection. Through the pleasurable bliss he’s creating she can’t look away, the vision of herself somehow making her come harder, making the power of her release even stronger.

“Good girl, my gorgeous thing, you did so good for me.” He mumbles against her ear as she calms, her body still twitching and eyelids heavy as she smiles lazily. It isn’t until she’s slumped against him, trying to catch her breath that he lets go of her neck and wraps both arms around her. “Are you alright?”

“I’m perfect.” She twists enough to kiss him. “Thank you.” She mumbles against his lips and he smiles against hers.

“We’re not done yet.” He kisses her again, deeper this time, his tongue delving into her mouth and she moans into it. “On your hands on and knees.” He mutters once they’ve pulled apart. “Facing the mirror.”

She does what he says, even though it feels a bit strange now, when the veil of arousal is lifted. Her eyes stay on the sheets, head down as she avoids looking up. She hears the sound of his zipper, feels one of his hands on her hip and then hears the low sound of relief from him.

“Eyes up.” He orders as he strokes himself, the tip of his cock nudging against her slick cunt. When she doesn’t do what he says he grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her head back, the pained gasp from her like music to his ears. He searches her face for a moment, his eyes on hers in the mirror as he rubs his cock through her folds. “Should we stop?”

She knows that they would in a heartbeat if she asked him to, but as she looked at him she found that she didn’t want to, that whatever mental blockage that had existed for so long, suddenly seemed gone.

“No, don’t.” She whispered and she saw her body flushing with the request. He gives her another few seconds to change her mind, his hand loosening in her hair and eyes locked on hers. But she nods and it’s enough for him.

He’s still dressed in his suit, having only gotten his cock out through the fly of his pants and then having Emily completely naked while he was still fully clothed setting something off in him. He thrust inside of her roughly and a loud grunt left him at the sudden heat of her around him.

“Fuck yes, perfect thing.” He growls as his hands settle on her waist to pull her back against him, pushing so deep inside of her that he’s sure it must be uncomfortable for her. But she only moans, eyes rolling back at the sudden stretch of him. “Look at yourself when I fuck you, I want you to see what I get to see every time I’m taking you, to see why you drive me fucking insane.”

“Jesus Christ, Aaron!” She cries out at the rough pace he sets, her body quickly falling into her forearms to be able to take him. But her eyes stay locked on them, on herself. It’s hard to believe it’s her, she thinks, because the woman in the mirror was sexy, beautiful even. Her fingers twists in the sheets and her eyes move from her own flushed face to Aaron’s.

His jaw is clenched, a bead of sweat is rolling down his neck and disappearing under his collar, a steady stream of filthy words and low grunts leaving him. He looks powerful, she thinks, beautiful in his own way. Her train of thought is cut of by his large hand landing a hard spank to her behind and she moans.

“Fuck yourself on me.” He gets out through heavy breaths and stops his movements. He rests his hands on her hips and when she starts to push back and forth on him he smiles. “Just like that, gorgeous thing.”

She moves her body as quickly as she can, the heat of another orgasm slowly building by each deep fill of him.

“God, every part of you is perfect.” He almost marvels as he watches her body in the mirror, from the soft curves and pale skin to her face, her dark eyes wide and full of want and trust. “You’re getting close again, you’re getting so tight sweetheart.”

“Y-yes, fuck you feel so good.” She breathes and his fingers twitch against her hips.

“Go on, make yourself come.” He encourages her and she whimpers, her body stuttering slightly. He watches as she moves one hand from the bed to rub her clit and when she clenches around him his hips jerk forward, forcing a moan from her.

It’s not long until she’s right at the edge, and she can tell from the way Aaron is starting to thrust against her that he’s close as well. So she doubles her efforts, moves her body back against his as hard as she can and keeps her eyes on them in the mirror. When his hold on her turns bruising and he growls her name she comes again with a cry that she’s pretty sure the neighbors can hear. He starts to move, drawing out her pleasure until he comes deep inside of her, the heat of his release making her gasp.

He's jerking and twitching behind her through his own pleasure, her clinging walls massaging his shaft even until he’s softening and oversensitive. When he finally feels like he can breathe again he falls forward, almost crushing her between his body and the mattrass, but she doesn’t complain, only savors the feeling of his warm body and ragged breath against her.

When he rolls off her and onto his back, he’s quick to pull her with him until she’s laying on top of him.

“Your suit will be ruined.” She jokes dryly when she feels his release start to drip out of her and onto his thigh.

“It’s already ruined.” He smiles when she chuckles, his lips against the top of her head. “Besides, it was worth it. That was incredible.” He presses a kiss against her forehead.

“It was.” She agrees and she lifts her head enough to look at him. “So all the work you’ve been doing since we started dating finally paid off huh?” When he only gives her a blank look she rolls her eyes. “You aren’t subtle honey. But you should have known that they way to get through to me was by denying me orgasms.”

“Don’t be a brat.” He grabs one of her arms and pins it behind her back. “Or I’ll tie you down in front of that mirror with a toy between your legs and you’ll get to see just how pretty you are when you cry for me.” She doesn’t reply, but the way she’s biting back a smile and her eyes gleam with interest is more than enough for him to know, that it’s not a threat, it’s a promise.

[rainydayathogwarts]

I love the sound of that Spencer Reid fic, having that 180 in the readers emotions would be great to read

Our clouded ray of sunshine - Spencer Reid

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST ITS BEEN HALF WRITTEN FOR A MONTH AND IVE ONLY JUST GOTTEN AROUND TO FINISHING IT. Also, this is only my second cm fic and I really want to get into it more so feel free to put in a request!! For now, I’m only going to write for Emily, Spencer and Hotch :)) In my head this is around season 3 where everyone is still a bit innocent but Rossi isn’t in this one, sorry.. @fuckbananas03 @deceased-badger @jinx-it commented for B and a few of you guys told me in my asks as well, so votes decided, Spencer Reid everyone!! Summary: In which the reader is the sunshine of the BAU, but the team finds her having a breakdown in the parking lot after a case. wc: 1.8k Warnings: Mentions of murder/blood, the typical cm violence stuff, panic attack.

“I bring coffee!” You exclaim, walking into the break room the precinct let the team work in. Everyone’s eyes trail up, tired smiles forming onto their faces, as you go around the room, giving your teammates what could possibly be their last ounce of happiness. “And for you doctor.” You murmur, fishing for something in your pocket. “Extra sugar because I don’t think I’ve seen you so bitter before.” Spencer smiles, kindly taking the sugar packets from you as the others bubble with tired giggles.

“Anything new?” You ask, looking up at just about anyone who was willing to make eye contact with you. A file drops next to your coffee, which you decide to take a last sip of before opening what would inevitably be another file filled with disturbing images. “There’s another body.” Hotch says as you take a look at the images, and for a second, your heart drops. You take a sharp intake of breath, looking at whatever left can be seen of the victim. “It hasn’t been two days since the last victim. Either he’s panicking or he’s getting brave.” You say, though your eyes never leave the image of the victim. 

She looked similar to someone you’d seen. Perhaps too similar. She had the face, the body of someone you looked at every morning in the mirror. Someone you looked at through the reflection of the glass cabinets in the small BAU kitchens while you waited for your coffee. She was you. She was you, but she was cold and bloody and, well, dead.

“...he’s getting sloppy.” is all  you catch from Derek and you nod, as though reassuring yourself. “I have a sick feeling I should have had lunch before this.” You grin sheepishly and Derek shakes his head, mirroring the grimace on your face.

“I’m going to go back to the scene of the crime. Prentiss, come with me. Morgan and Jureau, please inform the family. Reid, L/N, you stay here, see if you find anything we didn’t catch. Keep in touch.” Almost unanimously, the four of them stood up, papers moving across the table and small exchanges being shared as the room emptied out, leaving you and Spencer alone.  “Just you and me this time, pretty boy.” Even though Spencer doesn’t look up from his work, taking the file from you, you can see the corner of his mouth involuntarily tugging back into the smallest of smiles.

Truthfully, Spencer worried for you. He had watched carefully as your face dropped for the quickest moment, before your eyebrows were furrowing and you were analysing the unsub’s change of M.O. For the smallest of seconds, he had seen your eyes widen, a glossy layer of fright covering them, your nostrils flaring and lips pursing in fear and recognition. 

But you would be okay. You would be okay because you were their ray of sunshine. It was you who found the sorrow felt in others and looked to lighten their mood. You would be fine because not one day came where you’d walk into the bullpen without a grin on your face and it was scientifically proven that smiling - even though you’re not happy - boosts your serotonin levels. Or at least Spencer had read.

Though no matter how hard Spencer tried to believe in that, he knew he would eventually be proven wrong at least sooner or later. So for the rest of the case, all the way until the unsub was in handcuffs, that’s what he looked out for, though he was unsuccessful. “Everything alright?” Hotch finally asked him on the jet. In a room full of profilers, someone was bound to realise that something was off with the two of you. 

Spencer didn’t look away from you, who had taken a seat away from everyone else, though he had kept your usual space next to him free. “She’s not. Or she won’t be.” The Unit Chief followed Spencer’s eyes to where you threw your head back on the headrest and let out a deep sigh. “She saw herself in the victim, which doesn’t necessarily help someone in this field of work. And she got scared, I think.” Hotch took the liberty to occupy the space facing Spencer, though he stayed silent for a moment, observing the agent as he worried about one of his closest friends. “Agent L/N is one of our emotionally strongest agents. Whatever it is she’s going through she’s going to push through it. Whether that’s alone, or by asking for help from someone.” Hotch intently looked at Spencer who broke eye contact within an instant and willed himself to open the book in his laps, though all he could do was stare at the page he was on. 

“You know what I think?” Emily starts, another cup of searing coffee in her hands. “I think we should all go out and celebrate tonight.” Derek and JJ make sounds of agreement and Hotch gives in, admitting he could use a late dinner since he has nowhere to be. “You know I wish I could but I’m just absolutely exhausted.” You start, “And I probably need to replace the flowers I have at home. They’ve probably wilted by now.” 

“Of course Ms. Little Sunshine keeps fresh flowers at home.” Derek retorts. “Yeah, I think I’ll pass tonight too.” Spencer says, making eye contact with you for the first time since you had boarded the jet. His eyebrows furrowed slightly when you averted your gaze over to Hotch, waiting for a cue to make your way out of the jet, which he freely handed over to you as he stood up, grabbing his go-bag and making his way out. “Meet in the parking in 15, we’ll sort transport.”

You followed his lead, deciding you’d rather avoid any questions or bribes from your teammates, ignoring Spencer’s hustle to reach you before anyone else, as he inevitably dropped the book he was reading on the jet. Instead of following Hotch up the building you waited for the elevator to go down to the parking where you stuffed your go bag in the back of your car.

You’d have to remember it tomorrow.

Oh god, tomorrow. Tomorrow you’d have to wake up and drive your car here where you’d have to work another case as though nothing happened. As though for a second you didn’t think it was you in that image, practically dismembered from what the murderous, rapist, serial killer had done to the body. The body that could have been yours. The body that could be yours in the future if you aren’t careful while working in the field or just going about with your day to day life.

Fuck. 

And it’s not like you’d been kidnapped before like Reid had so truly, you were being utterly ridiculous. You inhaled deeply, head falling against the car, hands tightly clutching the handle to the door. Pull it and you’d be safe.  You’d be far enough. But your mouth dried and as you licked your lips you realised you couldn’t breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest and hands shook as you frantically tried to pull the handle back. There was no use. Tears flooded your eyes, rapidly falling down your cheeks as you started to go dizzy, your vision before you blurring. And you were flying - or rather falling, your legs giving out from underneath you, hands still tightly clutching the door handle and you were on your knees. A crying mess on your knees with your head between your arms in the middle of the parking lot, completely oblivious of your teammates pinching each other to make sure they weren’t hallucinating.

“Is that-” started Emily, looking at Derek who stood beside her, quietly nodding. "I- should we?" The silence finished the question without Emily needing to finish it, though there was no evident answer to it. They'd all been in your position at some point. A crying, sobbing, hyperventilating mess with nightmares waiting to happen that would never leave your mind.

"Leave her." All heads flashed towards Spencer, eyes tearing away from you. "You guys go on, I'll get her home." No one moved apart from Garcia who was itching to get to you and give you a big hug, though that was possibly the last thing you needed at the moment. "You hear Reid, let's go." Hotch complied, his gaze trailing to Reid's, hoping to catch his eye. When he did, he nodded at him, as though apologising for not having taken any action. The boy would either hold a grudge, flashbacks of his own torn hope for a sliver of help from anyone pumping in his blood as he needed to watch one of his closest friends experience the trapped feeling of being preyed on by an invincible predator, an unstoppable force. Or he'd just ignore him until Hotch became right; that you'd get through it and heal whether it be with his help or not. Then he'd apologise to him for his behaviour and claim that he was worried for his friend.

Once the entire team was in the car, and they drove away, Spencer started to rethink his approach. Would he scare you if he just walked over? Would you be too caught up in your own mind to realise he was there by the time he got to you?

Fuck it.

His friend needed help.

He walked over, the sound of your desperate attempts to take a deep breath becoming increasingly louder as he approached you. He could see the subtle way your fingers, still tightly wrapped around the door handle twitched upwards and how your ankled rolled uncomfortably at being on your knees for so long. He mimicked your position, kneeling down next to you, an arm hesitantly coming up to rub your back.

"Y/N? It's Spencer. I'm going to take your hand okay? And... And I'm going to put it on my chest and you're going to follow my breathing okay?" He followed his own instructions, steadying himself to breathe in and out slowly, watching closely as your body loosened its tight grip on itself to allow him full control over your sanity. Slowly, your hand still on his chest, you started to follow the movement of his chest with your own. The first breath came with a tremble in your stomach, quickly followed by a loud hiccup that shook the entire parking lot. With time, you gathered the stability to look up at your car, your second hand coming down to rest in your lap as soundless tears streamed down your face.

"We should get you home." Spencer started, a hesitant hand brushing your hair away from your face, but when you looked at him, leaping into his arms and wrapping your hands around his shoulders, his face flushed darkly, and he assumed you would be spending some more time in the dark parking lot.

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After Hours

Spencer Reid x Reader x Emily Prentiss MDNI Category: Smut CW: Friends With Benefits, Co-Workers, Threesome, Strap On, Sex Toy, Vaginal Sex, Cum as Lube, No Prep, Pegging, Dom/Sub Undertones. WC: 5,024 Master List Spencer, Emily, and Reader have a friends with benefits arrangement. (Not Proof Read) @imagining-in-the-margins

Spencer Reid sat hunched over his desk at the BAU, the fluorescent lights above flickering in rhythm with his weary blinks. The mounds of paperwork and empty coffee cups served as a testament to the long hours he'd been putting in lately. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, and his tie hung loose around his neck like a noose made of silk. The tension of the latest case weighed on him like a lead blanket, stifling his usual brilliance and leaving him drained. The only thing keeping him going was the promise of relief that evening—a promise that had been whispered in the hallowed halls of the office in hushed tones and knowing glances.

Y/N looked up from her own paperwork, noticing Spencer's distraction. They shared a knowing smile, the kind that could melt the ice of the coldest of cases. Their eyes met, and in that brief moment, the electricity between them crackled. The air grew thick with anticipation, and the office felt hotter than it had any right to be. They'd been dancing around this for weeks now—a delicate tango of desire and professionalism. But tonight, all that would change. Tonight, they would let their hair down and indulge in the kind of stress relief that HR would never endorse.

Emily Prentiss leaned back in her chair, watching the silent exchange with a knowing smirk. She knew the signs of their mutual frustration all too well. It was a dance they'd performed countless times before, and she was always ready to lead when the music played. She casually stretched, her shirt riding up just enough to reveal the soft, bare skin of her midriff. The gesture was innocent enough, but the message was clear: the clock was ticking down to their rendezvous.

The minutes dragged on like hours, each second feeling like a lifetime. The office buzzed with the mundane chatter of cases and deadlines, but their minds were elsewhere—on the promise of what awaited them after the sun dipped below the horizon. The anticipation was a drug, pulsing through their veins, making their skin feel too tight and their nerves too alive. They all knew the script—the quiet nods, the lingering glances, the unspoken agreement to meet at Emily's place once the day was done. It was a ritual they'd perfected over the months, a secret shared only by the three of them.

Finally, the clock struck the magical hour, and the trio packed up their things with an unspoken haste. They made their way to the elevator, the weight of their desire pressing down on them like a heavy fog. The ride down was silent, the only sound the ding of the elevator as it descended floor by floor. Spencer's heart thudded in his chest like a bass drum, and he couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N, who returned his gaze with a smouldering look that sent shivers down his spine. Emily's eyes gleamed with mischief, her smile a secret shared only by those who knew what the night had in store.

Once they arrived at Emily's apartment, the tension snapped like a tightly coiled spring. The door barely had time to close before they were on each other, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. The scent of their need filled the room, a heady aroma that seemed to thicken the air and make it harder to breathe. They shed their clothes like snakes shed their skin, leaving a trail of fabric on the floor as they stumbled toward the bedroom.

Emily led the way, her dominance as palpable as the heat between them. She reached back and grabbed Y/N's hand, pulling her in close. Spencer trailed behind, his eyes wide with excitement and a hint of trepidation. The room was dimly lit, the fabric covered lamps casting a soft glow across the walls. The large bed in the centre looked like a stage set for their darkest fantasies.

Y/N's hand slid up Emily's back, tracing the lines of her spine before settling on the nape of her neck. They kissed deeply, their tongues dancing in a fiery tango as they stumbled backward onto the bed. Spencer watched, his eyes glued to the sight of their tangled bodies, his cock growing hard at the thought of what was to come. He felt a thrill of submission, knowing that tonight, he would be the one to watch and serve.

Emily broke away from Y/N, her eyes shimmering with lust and power. She turned to Spencer, her voice low and commanding. "Sit on the bed, against the headboard," she instructed, her finger pointing imperiously. Spencer obeyed without a word, his legs trembling slightly as he settled into place, his erection bobbing with every movement.

Y/N was then positioned with her back against Spencer's chest, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Spencer's arms wrapped around her waist, his hands ghosting over her skin as Emily took charge.

"Hold her legs open," Emily purred. He eagerly complied, his palms pressing against the inside of Y/N's thighs, spreading them wide. The intimacy of the position made his heart race. He could feel Y/N's warmth radiating against him, her breaths coming in short gasps as Emily positioned herself between her legs.

Emily began to tease Y/N's pussy with a feather-light touch, her fingers dancing along the sensitive folds. Y/N's eyes rolled back, and she moaned, her body arching towards the touch. Spencer's cock throbbed in response, straining against Y/N's back as he watched Emily's skilled movements. Her thumb circled Y/N's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to leave Y/N wanting more. The sight of his friend's pleasure painted on her face was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and submission.

"You're so eager, aren't you?" Emily murmured, her voice a seductive purr. She traced her fingers down Y/N's stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. "But remember, it's up to me to decide when and how you come."

Y/N bit her bottom lip, nodding slightly as she felt Emily's hand cup her mound. The anticipation was exquisite, a sweet torment that had her entire body singing with need. Emily's eyes met Spencer's over Y/N's shoulder, a smug glint of pleasure in them. Spencer's own arousal grew as he felt the tremble in Y/N's body, the way she leaned into his touch as if seeking solace from the storm of sensation Emily was unleashing.

Emily's fingers slid lower, slipping into the warm wetness of Y/N's pussy. Spencer watched, his eyes transfixed as he felt Y/N's hips jerk in response. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the dampness of her skin against his palms as he held her in place. The scent of arousal filled the room, thick and potent, making his mouth water with the need to taste.

Y/N's moans grew louder as Emily's fingers began to pump in and out of her, the rhythm slow and deliberate. Emily's eyes met Spencer's, the challenge in them clear. He knew his role tonight was to watch, to serve, to submit to their desires. But the need to be part of this intimate dance was overwhelming. He felt Y/N's body tense and release, her muscles rippling under his touch as she rode the waves of pleasure Emily was crafting.

Spencer's cock was a steel rod pressed against Y/N's back, and the friction was maddening. He wished it was buried inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness firsthand. But he knew better than to interrupt the show. Emily's thumb circled Y/N's clit, faster and harder, and Spencer could feel her legs quivering in his grip. Her breath grew ragged, and her eyes squeezed shut as she approached the precipice of orgasm.

Emily leaned in, her breath hot and damp against Y/N's sensitive flesh. "You're so close, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "But not yet." She withdrew her hand, and Y/N's eyes shot open, a silent plea in them. Emily's smile was cold, a knowing smirk that sent a shiver down Spencer's spine."

With a graceful twirl, Emily stood from the bed, her naked form casting shadows on the floor. She sauntered over to her nightstand, her hips swaying with each step. Y/N's eyes followed her, her breath hitching as she opened the drawer and pulled out a silicone strapless dildo. The sight of it sent a jolt of excitement through her, and she felt her own arousal spike in anticipation.

Emily turned back to them, the dildo held loosely in her hand. She straddled Y/N's body, aligning the dildo with her own slick entrance. Spencer watched, his heart racing, as she pushed the toy inside herself with a soft groan. The other end, thick and curved, nudged against Y/N's pussy, the promise of a shared pleasure.

With a deliberate motion, Emily pushed the dildo further into her own heat, the base pressing firmly against her clit. She leaned over, capturing Spencer's mouth in a bruising kiss, her tongue demanding entry as she claimed him. He tasted her dominance, her control, and he melted into it, his cock pulsing with every inch she took.

Suddenly, she broke away, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, watch," she whispered against his lips. She positioned herself so that the dildo was at the perfect angle, and then, with a wicked smile, she began to thrust into Y/N. The other woman's eyes went wide with surprise and pleasure as she felt the fullness of the toy stretching her open.

The sight of Emily's body moving against Y/N's, the sound of their flesh slapping together, was almost too much for Spencer to handle. He could feel the vibrations through his own body, and the pressure against his cock was exquisite. His hands tightened on Y/N's thighs as he watched Emily's breasts bounce with every thrust, her muscles rippling with the effort.

Y/N's moans grew louder, her hips meeting Emily's with every push. The dildo filled her completely, the curve hitting all the right spots. Spencer's mouth went dry as he watched her face contort in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head. He could feel her body tighten against him, her muscles contracting as she approached climax. The power dynamics of the scene played out before him like a live-action porn scene, and he was utterly enthralled.

Emily's movements grew more fervent, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The dildo slid in and out of Y/N with a wet, needy sound that seemed to echo through the room. Spencer's cock was painfully hard, trapped between Y/N's back and his pelvis, begging for attention. He knew he wasn't allowed to touch himself—not yet—but the temptation was almost unbearable.

Y/N's body began to tremble, her moans turning into whimpers of pleasure. "Emily," she breathed, her voice strained and desperate. "Please…"

Emily's pace grew frenzied, her own pleasure building as she watched Y/N teeter on the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, she pushed the dildo deep into Y/N, the toy's base grinding against her clit. Her orgasm ripped through her, a violent storm of sensation that had her back arching and her nails digging into the bedsheets.

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed out her release, her pussy spasming around the dildo. Spencer felt her body tighten, her muscles contracting in waves of ecstasy that seemed to echo through his own. He could see the desperation in her face, the raw, unbridled passion that Emily had brought to the surface.

Emily's own climax washed over her like a tidal wave, her hips bucking and her pussy clenching around the inserted end of the dildo. Her orgasm was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo that had been building up, and now it crashed over her with the force of a hurricane.

As the waves of pleasure receded, leaving their trembling bodies in its wake, they took a moment to catch their breath. The room was thick with the scent of sex, a potent perfume that seemed to cling to their skin. Emily's chest heaved, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction as she stared down at Y/N, who was still lost in the aftermath of her own release.

"Now, it's time for the next act," Emily murmured, her voice like velvet. She slid the dildo out of herself, a wet sound that had Spencer's cock twitching with need. Y/N looked up at her through a haze of pleasure, her eyes glazed with desire.

Emily's hand reached down, gripping the base of the dildo firmly. "Put this on," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. Y/N took it, her hands shaking slightly as she inserted the wearable end of the toy, adjusting it until the thick, curved shaft jutted out from her pelvis.

"Now," Emily said, her voice a seductive purr, "it's Spencer's turn." She slid off Y/N and turned her attention to Spencer. He watched, wide-eyed, as she approached him, his breath hitching in his throat. The need to be part of this intimate dance was now a raging fire, consuming him from the inside out.

Emily's eyes never left his as she straddled him, her wet pussy sliding against his cock. She positioned Y/N so that the tip of the dildo was pressing against his asshole, the coolness of it making him gasp. "You've been a good boy, watching us," she cooed, her hands sliding up his chest. "But now it's time for you to be a good little slut."

With a wicked smirk, she leaned in and whispered, "You know you want it, Spencer. You want to feel Y/N's cum inside you." The words were a hot brand, searing into his psyche and making him crave the filthy, depraved act more than he ever thought possible. His cheeks flushed, but he nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Good boy," Emily purred, her hand sliding down to grip his cock. She gave it a rough squeeze, making him gasp. "But we don't need to prep you, do we? You're so desperate for it, you're practically begging."

Spencer felt his face heat up, but he couldn't deny the truth of her words. The thought of the dildo lubed up with Y/N's cum filling him up was driving him wild with need. He nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes, Emily."

Y/N took the cue, pushing forward with a gentle but firm pressure. Spencer felt the tip of the dildo breach his hole, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that made his eyes fall shut. His body adjusting to the intrusion as she slid it in deeper. Emily watched with a sadistic glee, her eyes never leaving Spencer's face as she tightened her grip on his cock, stroking it in time with Y/N's movements.

Y/N took her time, her eyes locked on Spencer's, gauging his reactions. With every inch she pushed in, she felt his body tense and then relax, his moans growing louder. The sight of his face—a picture of pure, unbridled lust.

Once the dildo was fully seated in Spencer, Y/N paused, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She waited, not for permission, but for the moment when she knew he was ready for more. Spencer's eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth gritted, but she could feel his body begging for it. He was hers to use, to claim, and she revealed in that power.

With a wicked grin, Y/N began to thrust into him, her movements slow and deliberate at first. Each push sent a bolt of pleasure through Spencer, the sensation of being filled so completely was something he hadn't quite prepared for. The dildo stretched him, filled him, and the feeling of Y/N's firm thighs against his own was an erotic symphony playing against his skin.

Emily, not one to be left out, straddled his waist, her own wetness coating his cock as she began to grind against it. The friction was maddening, a sweet torture that had him begging for more. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Look at me," she demanded, and Spencer's eyes snapped open, meeting hers.

Her eyes held a fiery dominance that sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew he was about to be claimed in a way he never had before. As Y/N's thrusts grew deeper, Emily took his length in her hand, stroking him in time with the rhythm. The sensation of being filled and pleasured simultaneously was almost too much to handle.

Emily leaned down, her breasts brushing against Spencer's chest as she took his mouth in a searing kiss. She tasted like power and need, and he could feel her pulse racing against his tongue. With a wicked smile, she broke the kiss and slid down his body, her wetness coating him as she went.

Her hand guided his cock to her entrance, the tip nudging against her slick folds. Spencer watched, his eyes wide with anticipation, as she took a deep breath and slid down onto him. The sensation was indescribable, a perfect mix of tightness and heat that had him gritting his teeth to hold back his own orgasm.

Emily's eyes never left his as she took him in, inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness. Her moan was a symphony of pleasure, a sound that resonated through his very core. The sight of her, her breasts bouncing with every descent, her eyes glazed with desire.

Spencer felt the pressure building inside him, the need to come a gnawing ache that was only heightened by the feel of the dildo in his ass and Emily's tight heat around his cock. He could feel every muscle in his body straining, his breath coming in ragged pants. He was a conduit for their pleasure, a vessel for their desires.

Y/N's pace grew more erratic, her thrusts now punctuated by her own moans of need. Spencer's hips rolled to meet hers, his body moving on instinct, his mind lost in the symphony of sensation. He was consumed by the pleasure, a willing slave to the two dominant women who had claimed him.

The pressure within Spencer grew to an unbearable crescendo, his muscles taut as a bowstring. Emily could sense his impending release, her own arousal spiking at the thought of him coming undone beneath them.

Y/N's thrusts grew more deliberate, her aim precise. With a wicked grin, she angled the dildo just so, the tip hitting his prostate with each deep plunge. The first time it grazed that sensitive spot, Spencer's eyes rolled back in his head, and a guttural moan tore from his throat. Emily felt his cock jerk, and she knew they had found the sweet spot.

"Oh, fuck," Spencer whispered, his voice strangled. The sensation was intense, a white-hot bolt of pleasure that shot through his body. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and his entire being was alight with desire. His hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold on, to keep from shattering into a million pieces.

Emily's eyes never left his as she began to ride him with renewed vigour, her hips rolling and bucking in a dance that was as ancient as it was erotic. She was a goddess, a queen, and he was her willing subject. Each bounce sent a jolt through his cock, a symphony of pleasure that had him on the edge of his sanity.

Her breasts swayed with every thrust, the sight of her riding him a vision that was burned into his mind forever. He could feel the beginnings of his climax building, a pressure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The room was a blur of sensation—the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the feel of the dildo filling him up and Y/N's hands guiding him through the motions.

But it was Emily's eyes that held him captive, her gaze a brand that seared into his soul. "Please," he whimpered, his voice strained. "Please, let me come."

Emily's smile grew, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards as she felt Spencer's desperation. She knew he was close, his body trembling beneath her. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice a sweet torment. "Not until I say so."

With a grace that belied the urgency of the moment, Emily repositioned herself, her movements as fluid as water. She turned, her legs straddling Spencer's hips, leaving her facing Y/N. She reached back, her hand finding his cock, slick with her juices, and guided it back to her entrance.

Their eyes locked, the unspoken question in Y/N's gaze. Emily's response was swift and sure. Her hand slid around the back of Y/N's neck, pulling her in for a kiss that was as fiery as it was possessive. Their tongues danced, a duel of desire that sent sparks flying. Spencer could feel the heat of their passion, the intensity of their connection.

With a fluid grace that seemed almost inhuman, Emily began to ride him, her hips moving in a mesmerizing rhythm that had him panting. Each downward thrust brought her closer to Y/N, whose mouth was eager and hungry against hers. They kissed as if it were the last time, as if the world was ending and all that mattered was this moment of shared ecstasy.

Y/N's breasts bounced with every movement, and Emily couldn't resist the temptation. Her hands slid up to cup them, her thumbs playing with the sensitive peaks.

"Look at me," Emily murmured, her voice a velvet command. Y/N's eyes snapped to hers, the haze of pleasure sharpening into focus. Emily's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

Y/N nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she felt the pressure building within her. Each thrust of the dildo into Spencer sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, the sensation of being so intimately connected to Spencer a heady rush.

Emily watched them, her own arousal growing by the second. Her hand slid down her body, her fingers finding her clit, already swollen and sensitive from her earlier release. Y/N's moans grew louder as she pumped the dildo into Spencer, her own climax approaching like a freight train.

"Fuck, Emily," Spencer gasped, his body a tightly wound spring ready to snap. "I can't hold on much longer."

Emily's eyes gleamed with a sadistic satisfaction as she watched Spencer's desperation. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against Y/N's as she whispered into the other woman's ear, "Make him cum, baby. I want to feel him spill inside me."

Y/N's eyes widened with excitement, and she picked up the pace, her movements becoming more erratic and passionate. Spencer's body was a canvas of pleasure, his moans and gasps painting a picture of ecstasy. Emily's hand worked in tandem with Y/N's thrusts, her fingers moving in a circular motion over her clit, driving her closer to the edge.

Spencer felt the climax building, his body a symphony of sensation. He could feel the tightness in his balls, the ache in his cock. "Please," he begged, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Please, let me cum."

Emily's eyes met Y/N's, and she nodded almost imperceptibly. The room was a cacophony of moans and gasps, the rhythm of their bodies in perfect harmony. Y/N's thrusts grew stronger, more demanding, the dildo slamming into Spencer's prostate with a precision that had him teetering on the edge.

"Cum for us, Spencer," Emily purred, her voice a siren's call. "Give us what we want."

The words were all it took. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the apartment, Spencer's orgasm hit him. His body arched off the bed, his hips bucking wildly as ropes of cum shot out of him, filling Emily. Y/N's eyes widened in awe, watching the display of raw, unbridled passion.

Emily felt the warmth of Spencer's release, the thickness of his cum filling her, and it was like a spark to kindling. Her own orgasm crashed over her, a wave so intense it stole her breath away. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, her muscles pulsing in time with her heartbeat as she rode the wave of pleasure.

Y/N watched, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and envy, as Emily took her pleasure. The sight of Spencer's body, lost in ecstasy, was almost too much to bear. Her own need grew, a desperate ache that she knew only one thing could satiate. She pushed the dildo into Spencer with renewed vigor, the friction against her own clit driving her closer to the edge.

Spencer's orgasm was a thing of beauty, a testament to the power that Emily and Y/N held over him. His body arched, his muscles tightened, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Y/N's hips never stopping, milking every last drop of pleasure from his trembling form.

As Spencer's climax subsided, Y/N's own need grew more urgent. She could feel the pressure building, her clit swollen and sensitive from the friction of the dildo. She rode him harder, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she approached her own peak.

With one last harsh thrust, she tipped over the edge into her own orgasm. Her body spasmed, the dildo buried deep within Spencer as she found her own release. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she threw her head back, the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a storm at sea.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Then, with a final tremor, Y/N pulled the dildo out of Spencer, the wet sound echoing through the room. She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her body slick with sweat.

Emily leaned over Spencer's form, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched him try to catch his breath. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "You did so well."

Y/N leaned back, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her hand still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She reached down, her grip tight around the base of the dildo, and with one swift movement, she pulled it free. It was a sensation that sent aftershocks of pleasure through her, making her whimper.

With a sultry smile, she tossed the toy onto the bed, watching as it landed with a soft thud. It lay there, glistening with their combined juices, a silent testament to the passion they had just shared.

Y/N leaned back, her chest heaving with exertion. She felt… spent, yet invigorated. Her eyes met Spencer's, and she saw the same raw emotions reflected in his gaze. "Good boy," she echoed Emily's words, her voice a caress that sent shivers down his spine.

They all lay there, a tangled mess of limbs and satiated bodies. The sweat glistened on their skin, mingling with the remnants of their climaxes. Spencer's eyes drifted closed, a content smile playing on his lips as Emily and Y/N cuddled closer, their soft bodies pressing against his. Despite the stickiness and the faint smell of sex, there was something incredibly comforting about the intimacy of the moment.

Emily's hand trailed lazily over Spencer's chest, her thumb tracing patterns on his skin as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. Y/N's head rested on his shoulder, her breaths deep and even as she too revelled in the afterglow.

In the quiet of the post-coital haze, the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air. They were all silently glad that they had this arrangement, this deliciously twisted dance of domination and submission that played out behind the closed doors of Emily's apartment. It was a secret garden of pleasure, a place where they could shed the weight of their jobs and their inhibitions.

Spencer felt the warmth of their bodies, the gentle rise and fall of their chests as they all tried to catch their breath. He knew that without these moments, without the fiery passion that Emily and Y/N brought to his life, he would be lost, drowning in the cold, clinical world of the BAU. Their arrangement was more than just sex—it was an escape, a sanctuary from the darkness that surrounded them.

Y/N rolled onto her side, her hand sliding up to stroke Spencer's cheek. He leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the tension of the day melt away. The three of them had found something special, something that went beyond the confines of their job descriptions and into the realm of the taboo. It was a balm for their weary souls, a reminder that they were more than just agents, that they were alive and capable of feeling.

Emily watched them, her own chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of contentment. She knew that Spencer craved this—the release from his own mind, the chance to let go of his control. And Y/N, she knew, enjoyed the power, the ability to make him beg and whimper. They were all getting what they needed, a delicate balance of give and take that only they understood.

The silence stretched out, a warm embrace that enveloped them all. It was a testament to their connection, this unspoken understanding that no words could ever fully capture. They had found refuge in one another, a place where they could be vulnerable and strong, where desire didn't have to be whispered but could be shouted from the rooftops—or at least the four walls of Emily's apartment.

[boredandelusive]

24.

♞

The curtains opened again, but because the band was previously tuned, there was no need for them to do it again. "My Neighbour TOTORO" was the first song in the second half of the performance. The strings led the beginning of the song, Kiara leading her section before the double basses continued with the melody.

The crash of a symbol introduced everyone to the song before the violas picked up the melody and led the song. The smooth transition from viola to violin was easy, but the buildup of the first half of the song with a giddy melody left Kiara unable to control her happiness.

As the trumpets led into the slower second half of the song, the piano, and strings held the audience's attention. Only when the french horns brought back that same giddy melody did the violins have runs that resonated in the audience.

As the song came to a triumphant close, the applause rang in Kiara's ears, helping to clear away any anxiety about the end of the show. The next song to play was "Ashitaka and San" which began with a heavenly sound before the music passed into the piano. Some of the strings followed the piano's melody, then passed to the flutes.

The balance within the song and making sure one musical line never overcame another gave the song a heavenly feeling. When the orchestra grew quiet to let the winds play, the strings followed behind, leaving the sweet tone to never falter. Just as the melody passed between instruments, there was never a climax to the song.

As the piano began the music, the piano ended the song. "A Journey (A Dream of Flight)/Nahoko (The Encounter)" was the first song to play in The Wind Rises soundtrack. The music began with a quiet instrument, one played only enough for the acoustics to carry the sound. Once the orchestra moved to the climax, a bouncier tone could be heard, yet the song was short.

"Caproni (An Aeronautical Designer's Dream)" had a marching feel to it, almost as though it was a march in the sky. Never a dull moment as the sound kept the fullness of the orchestra, not even when the song ended. The only indication the song transitioned into "The Falcon Project" was the next song starting with violin.

The counter-rhythm between violins played a daunting tone, but by the third repeat, more of the strings joined in with the sound. A free-floating spirit is shown flying within the fields on the projector while Kiara was one of the few violins bringing in the other instruments. Unlike the previous march of a song, a sense of freedom could be heard within the music.

With a grand finish, the song came to a close, but within the midst of that silence, "A Journey (The Wedding)" began with the mandolin, courtesy of Kiara's playing. The second violinist played the counter-melody, and the soft song gave way to an emotion nearly indescribable. Despite the title, the song felt more like a life sentence as there wasn't anything celebratory in the notes.

A sense of urgency rose as "The Refuge" was the next song to play. The sight of a train derailing because of an earthquake is shown on the screen while the orchestra's fluctuations ripple through the Opera House. While the cellos and double-basses kept a low-sounding worry while the rest followed with tragedy.

At the final peak of the story, a last resounding worry plays through before the song's end. "Nahoko (I Miss You)" began with the piano, a call and response between the piano and the orchestra. While there wasn't a sense of urgency like in the last song, there was still a sense of negative emotion. While the uneven rhythms went in tandem with the woman waiting anxiously for her train to stop.

Kiara's violin reflected the same anxiousness as the woman who rushed to get back to the man she waited for. The expression on her face could be read by anyone; maybe she had someone she wanted to rush back into his arms, but she still wasn't sure if she could let herself do that again.

"Castorp (The Magic Mountain)" connected with "Nahoko (I Miss You)" as the strings connected the beginning. Knowing there was a window of time before Kiara had to switch to the mandolin again, she set the violin on the stand and picked up the secondary. Even as she led the second half of the song, there was still raw emotion in how she played the music.

"Nahoko (An Unexpected Meeting)" left little time for applause as the song started with the strings. As the clarinet came in to play solo, soon the other clarinets came in to unite as one. When the piano joined, Kiara joined in again with the mandolin as the harmony to the song. As there was a part that lie in suspension, it was just enough time for Kiara to switch over to violin again.

When the other instruments followed in a fluttery tone, the sound of a cymbal crashed as the violins led the peak while the orchestra backed the musical tone. While there was a bounciness to be heard, Kiara knew only certain listeners would hear otherwise. Toward the end of the song, however, the violins led in a section solo before the melody passed through to another instrument.

A leaning feeling could be heard when the song ended on a note only leading to the next piece. The final song in The Wind Rises suite was "A Journey (Kingdom of Dreams)". Because this was the song in the selection, there was a final resolution that could be heard as the ending to the movie wasn't sad or happy.

There was a piano-only part that helped to lead toward the peak, but Kiara played just to be the ghosting notes in certain phrases before the orchestra grew quiet. Her instrument alone led the rest into the height of the song, giving the playful and bouncy tone one last time before this election was over.

There was time for the audience to clap, and though it wasn't the end of the performance, there was still some time between pieces. "Merry-Go-Round of Life" was the next large song they played with the piano starting the musical score. While the music played, Kiara relaxed her fingers and readied for her first notes.

The cellos cleared the way for her to play her solo part. As she played, the piano played the harmony and backing before the rest of the instruments followed suit in her lead. This was a song she had been so nervous about, even after the revisions with the rest of the orchestra. What parts of her solo she didn't play, the flutes and clarinets picked up with ease.

In their revised version, she plucked her strings, yet in the original version, her musical part was much longer. At the ear of the pianist, the dragged suspension led to a nimble afterparty, a burst of joy that rushed before recollecting oneself. With the violin and cello communication, she glanced between her friends as the song wound to the height of the piece.

Though the conductor did not put his wand down, Kiara, Milton, Katie-Marie, and Maralyn took control of leading the band. Three singular notes resonated before the orchestra picked up where they left off and into a flowery transition to an exciting resolution where only violin and cello played. As the song ended the final note played throughout the opera house, and recurring rounds of applause rang in Kiara's ears.

"Symphonic Poem NAUSICAÄ (from NAUSICAÄ of the Valley of the Wind)" was the next large piece, beginning with a sense of justice to be heard in the notes. From the light strumming of a viola behind them, the piano began with a somber melody. The volume only rose when the string players helped to exude a fluttery wind.

Kiara led the violins into playing the melody as if discovering a forgotten sight. Only after this did the horned instruments join in to boost what was already there. For a musical moment to last only as long as it could, there was a passing between the flute and cello before the music was handed to the oboe and bassoon.

In this smaller part of the poem, winds played with cellos following before the flutes handed the melody to the violin and viola. During this section of the song, the feeling slowed down enough to express dread to anyone listening. Though the pace picked up, the screen showed sights of the main character rushing to a destination.

As the music eased up and the sounds of relaxation played through the house, the next movement suggested ease would be the permanent feeling for the rest of the song. As this song came to an end, the final suite of the performance, "Princess Mononoke Suite" began with the sound of the bass drum.

There was a feel as though the song had just begun, but the climb to the first height paced for a beautiful underside. The tone changed, giving way to worry as there wasn't a sense of urgency but a sense of danger, but this only graced the audience with the ease of the aftermath. As the piano communicated with the rest of the orchestra, the violin spoke again, giving a somber tone to a building realization in the music.

This was the height of the song for the rest of the song to finish out softly. "Cave of Mind" was a tribute to the first half of the performance, specifically with the Castle in the Sky suite of the first half. Even if it wasn't properly expressed, there was a rise in the music's concern, but the chords that progressed led to a revelation.

The brass communicated what the strings and winds couldn't, but the passing between both instruments gave a feeling of flourishing grief. The song was not as long as the others, but "The Legend of Ashitaka" was next on the list. Beginning with Kiara's melody given to the cellist before the piano picked up the support.

Because it was originally their performance, the group agreed on one song for the four to play without the orchestra. Just the four of them played and filled what the orchestra wasn't able to fill. Plucking strings between their instruments while the piano played until the cello brought the climax of the song.

Because this was the end of their performance, the conductor stepped off the podium and let the four move to the front of the stage. Taking their final bow, the audience roared in response, giving a standing ovation. Kiara and the others signaled to the orchestra players, each of them taking a bow. One of the stage crew members ushered the musicians off stage as most of the audience started leaving the Opera House.

"Go, Spencer. Talk to her now, because she packs everything up quickly," Mia says before pointing him to the backstage area and dressing rooms for the main performers. Watching as Reid rushed away, the older sister smiled before shaking her head.

♞

Just as Kiara grabbed her change of clothes, someone knocked on the door. Even after the performance was over, Spencer was still in the audience, and she still had mixed feelings about what happened to him a month ago. Taking off her heels, she walked over to the door and opened it. Even if her brain knew he would be coming, the heart was a fickle thing.

She moved out of the way to let him in before closing the door behind him. "You have until I'm done with everything in here to explain yourself," Kiara couldn't bring herself to look at him, so busying herself while Spencer spoke would've been enough.

"I'm sorry about those things I said to you and I never meant anything I said that night, Kiara. I knew I couldn't say it before then, but I can say it now. I... I do love you, Kiara. Even when I said I didn't love you, it was a lie," he knew he had to be careful with his words, even if they were the only two in the dressing room.

Through her silence, Spencer continued with anything he needed to say. "That night I broke up with you, someone was watching you through the cameras installed in your house. She told me I had three days to break up with you, and I couldn't tell anyone or she would hurt you," even if coming clean about the situation wasn't the best way to go, putting the situation might help some.

"And in the past month, you didn't think to tell me anything about what happened?" She asks slowly after she finished changing her clothes.

"Hotch and the others agreed that you and I be placed in witness protection, and I couldn't communicate at all. I would've told you, but by the time I got out, your performance was the following week," watching as Kiara moved from behind the veil, she put the dress in the clothing bag before grabbing her instrument and setting it in the case. She purposefully avoided eye contact, not out of spite, but to protect herself, as if she couldn't handle looking Spencer in the eyes one more time.

"Look at me, Kiara. Look at me," grabbing her wrist, Spencer turned Kiara around to face him, yet the tears in her eyes spoke enough. "I know the things I said were hurtful, and I never meant any of it, but I do love you," his grip on her wrist loosened, sliding his hands into her own. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Kiara?"

"You could take me out to dinner. I'm hungry after this performance," she says truthfully as she wipes away the tears that didn't fall. "But I'll only go to my favorite restaurant."

"And I will be the one to take you there. Come on," Spencer knew he still had a long way to go before he and Kiara could get back to how they were, but this was a start.

[reiderwriter]

📃 Desk Duty 📃

Unit Chief Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024

Summary: After taking a bullet on a case, Spencer orders you to desk duty. After two months of pushing papers and his pushing you away for fear of hurting you, you've had enough.

Warnings: Established BDSM scenario, public sex, masturbation (female and male), mentions of sex toys, breaking and entering, multiple orgasms, squirting, shoe riding, slapping (ass, face, pussy), wet/dirty/messy sex, deep-throaring, face fucking, exhibitionism, risky sex, creampie, sloppy sex, pet play (puppy), Hard Dom Spencer, bratty sub reader, degradation (slut, whore, bitch used). Confessions of love at the end because I'm not a monster.

A/N: Hello, it's me, painfully single, back with another in a series of fics that I think will haunt my (wet) dreams for eternity. Thank you to @lightvixxen for requesting shoe riding all those moons ago, I am so glad we share in the same brand of brain rot. Enjoy~♡

Masterlist || Bingo Board

The first time you were shot, you were surprised it hurt so much. Of course, you knew it was going to hurt. You knew you'd eventually be shot. 

But the graze to your arm stung like a bitch, and had you whimpering on the floor of a warehouse like a small child who'd fallen off their bike for the first time. 

You'd picked yourself back up, and, luckily, the shot had avoided doing any serious damage, but you were relegated to desk duty for two months after. Just until you could prove you weren't traumatised, and there wasn't any permanent damage to your arm.

Two months of staying home while your boss gallivanted around the country, happily diving in front of bullets and jumping on bombs. Two months of staying home waiting for him to come back and rail you. 

You'd been sleeping with Spencer Reid practically since he'd become the Unit Chief, and with the announcement that there were only a few more weeks left until Emily Prentiss came back from her special task force, you were really losing time alone in the office you'd been enjoying the pleasures of one another in. 

Of course, there would still be motel rooms for you later, but soon he wouldn't have the keys to your room, making your secret trysts slightly riskier. You weren't sure you wanted everyone in the office to know just what it was the two of you were getting up to in your spare time. 

So, with your last two months of freedom relegated to desk duty, you sulked. 

Spencer was clear that he was leaving you behind so you could recuperate, but you didn't exactly expect him to go cold turkey. 

You'd been apart before, having been sent on separate inmate interviews, and you'd made do with a poorly connected video call, a dildo and your hands, getting all the inspiration you needed watching him pump his cock in his fist.  

But somehow, your injury had made him borderline chaste, and he refused to even touch you while you were still in - his words, not yours - recovery. 

It had been a month since he'd fucked you. Hell, it had been a month since you'd even seen his cock. A month since you'd had any kind of orgasm, first because your dominant hand had been out of action, and then because you'd felt so frustrated without him, you couldn't bring yourself to do it alone. 

He messaged you daily, called practically once every eight hours, and made sure you were eating and sleeping even from halfway across the country. 

But he didn't make any mention of your growing frustration, even as you tried your best to tempt him into sin. 

A month into purgatory, you'd started hinting at your own needs. Your teammates had taken a case in Atlanta, and you'd stuck behind a days drive away and heard absolutely nothing. 

You'd called, and Luke had picked up, making his presence known before you could royally screw up and beg for something to fuck. 

“H-Hi, Luke. I was just wondering how the case was going. Is there anything I can help with from the office?” You asked, stammering on the phone as you pulled your hand out from between your thighs. 

“You want to help? At 11pm at night?”

“Sure do! You know me… go-getter?” You stuttered the words, not even believing them yourself, biting your lip in anxiety and hoping that Luke would just think you were going stir crazy. 

“I'll hand you to Reid, he's been talking about some case files you might be able to help with.” 

“Thank you,” you said, breathing a sigh of relief. 

You heard the phone switch hands, and then you heard movement until the line went quieter, and Spencer's voice popped into your ear. 

“Y/N?” 

“I miss you,” you sighed before you could say anything else, fingers sliding between your thighs before you could think to stop yourself. 

“I miss you, too,” he whispered hesitantly, but you heard the smile in his voice as he answered. 

“You're working so late tonight, I'd hoped…” you trailed off, feeling your skin heat as your free hands lipped into your underwear and you touched yourself for real this time. 

“We think he's working under the same MO as the Night Stalker, like a copycat, so we're keeping to late hours. What's that sound?” 

“Nothing,” you said, giving your lie away almost immediately with a moan. 

“Are you… Y/N, are you touching yourself?” He asked, already knowing the answer. 

“I told you I missed you. It's been a month since you've touched me, someone has to do it-” 

“Stop it.” 

His words were blunt, and there was no hint of excitement in them, no telling if he was saying this so he could play a part in your unravelling. 

“What?” 

“Stop touching yourself. Y/N, you are not allowed to touch yourself.” 

“Not-? Spencer, what the fuck!” You exploded, sitting up from your comfortable position on the bed, set alight in indignance. 

“I'm the only one that gets to touch you like that, you're not allowed to cum unless I'm there,” he ground out, and just as you heard the smile in his voice earlier, you heard the frustration and arousal now. 

“Well, Spencer, if you'd have brought me along on this case instead of leaving me here, maybe you'd get a say in who gets to make me cum.” 

“Y/N, you're injured, and you haven't been cleared to fly. A doctor needs to-”

“You're a doctor. Technically. You could sign off on me. You could've had me right there in your bed tonight, but no.” 

He scoffed down the line, and you saw his face flash so vividly in your head that it pissed you off. He was hotter when he was angry. 

“Nice try. I tried that myself once, but it doesn't work. Now go to sleep and get some rest.” 

You opened your mouth to argue, but he hung up. His words lit a fire in the pit of your stomach, and you threw the phone down in frustration. 

He wasn't listening again, and you were sick of it, and you we're sick of pushing paper at a cubical when you should've been out in the field doing your actual job. You were sick of being celibate and at home alone, when you should've been in a dark corner somewhere letting your boss use your body, letting him pin you to the wall and work out his frustrations.  

You should've had your lips wrapped around his cock, you should've had his hands buried in your cunt, slapping your ass, his teeth teasing your nipples, something. 

Instead, you had your phone camera and a bed, and a personal vendetta against the word 'no' coming from Spencer Reid's mouth. If he wanted you to stop touching yourself, he'd better get his ass home and make you. 

Shedding your clothes, you set up your camera and began your week long crusade. 

The first video received a response in the form of a call you let go straight to voice mail as you recorded the second one. 

He didn't call again after that, but you knew he watched each and every video you sent. 

You knew he watched the video of you fucking yourself on a wall mounted dildo in the shower. You wondered if he let him imagine it was him, taking his cock in hand in the morning as he washed and prepared himself for the day. 

You knew he watched the video of you playing with your boobs alone in the elevator at work after hours. You wondered if he was still working late when he saw that one, or if, like last time, maybe Luke had grabbed his phone first and seen it before him. . 

You knew he watched the video you shot in his apartment. It wasn't that hard to get into, knowing exactly where the spare key was hidden and letting yourself in comfortably. You let yourself dress in one of his shirts and set the camera up, pushing a bullet vibe inside yourself, and turning on the camera, playing with the hem of the shirt and the sheets below until you finally flashed the camera and him the sight of your wet cunt. 

You filmed a few videos there, fingering yourself, spreading yourself so he could see just how far you'd opened yourself up for him, sinking down on to progressively bigger silicone cocks and mumbling his name over and over again. 

You knew he watched every video, even though you'd sent ten over the space of an evening. You knew he was likely somewhere stroking his large, hot cock, wishing he was buried deep in you, but too stubborn to let you know that now. 

The day after the case ended, you knew that his return meant punishment, but you couldn't stop yourself. 

An hour before the teams expected arrival time, you excused yourself to Spencer's office. The first time he'd fucked you had been in there. He'd pushed you over his lap and slapped some sense into you, spanking you until you were a drippy mess waiting for his cock to enter you sharp and fast. 

You'd since sucked his cock under the desk more times than you could count, and the view from the window was more than familiar to you as you enjoyed being pushed up against it as he took you from behind, the both of you revelling in the fact that anyone could see you defiling the building together. 

With half an hour to spare before he returned and ended your fun and games, you mounted the arm of his couch and began rubbing yourself against it. You rocked your hips slowly back and forth against it - as horny as you were, it was still embarrassing to be so horny you'd resulted to humping pieces of furniture to meet your needs. 

You'd thought about getting drunk and finding a random dick to take home with you, but it didn't interest you half so much as fucking with Spencer Reid did. You'd never had the talk about exclusivity, but you knew just as well as he did that you were locked in. He was your boyfriend, whether he realised it or not.

And now, you simply needed his cock so badly, nothing else would do. The closest you could get was a piece of furniture he'd fucked you on before. 

You slipped your panties off quickly as your timer sounded a ten minute warning, knowing his plane would be landing any second now. You'd factored in the walk from the jet to the office, praying to the gods above that he took the initiative to get ahead on paperwork instead of going straight home. 

You rocked back and forth on the arm of the couch until his door opened narrowly and he let himself in, just as your clit rubbed the corner of the couch and you moaned out gloriously. 

“Y/N,” he hissed as he slammed the door shut. You didn't stop even as he crossed the room and grabbed your hips, instead lunging for his lips and meeting them with your own. 

Your tongue clashed with him for the first time in a lifetime, and you whimpered at how good he still felt pressed up against you. His chest was a solid shield, and your puffy nipples pushed up against it, rubbing deliciously with each grind. His hands were large, his fingers long as they clawed themselves around your hips and drew you up.

“You just can't follow orders, can you?” He asked between kisses, between breaths where you weren't sure if he'd slap you or shove his fingers down your throat. “I should fire you,” he whispered as he reluctantly pulled away. 

“But Spencer,” you said, gasping jokingly as you pawed at the front of his pants. “Who would you fuck on cases then? Who would be your controversially young fuck doll?” 

You meant it to be a joke, but the slap he delivered to your ass made you think twice as you clapped a hand over your mouth. 

His hands roughly pulled you into him again, and you were unable to rise up enough again before he hit you again. You jilted forwards with a little moan and just gave in to the sensation, pressing your face into the pillows as your hips rose. 

“You're acting like such a desperate little slut, I don't think you deserve to even lick my cock. Fuck, I don't even think you deserve to lick my shoe,” his words cut deep as you realised how angry he was, his fingers tangling in your hair he yanked you upwards. 

“Wait, please - Spencer, please, I need-” 

“Need what? You need to suck cock? You need to put yourself on display in a public place? Need everyone around you to know just what it is we do when we're alone?” With each question, he worked on bruising your ass cheeks harder, until he finally pushed you to the floor, and you sank down, automatically spreading your legs for him. 

“Pathetic. You don't deserve this cock, baby.” 

“No!” You cried out, not willing to accept that outcome at all as you panicked. “I'll do anything, please, Spencer, I'll do anything!” 

You whimpered and cried out in real frustration and fear, knowing that he absolutely would kick you out if you didn't act fast. Spencer may have been fine with you taking control some days, but this obviously wasn't one of them. You sat yourself on your knees and clasped your hands together, attempting to seem half the serious devotee and half the irresistible vixen whose chest was accentuated by the movement.

“Okay. Show me just how much of a desperate slut you are,” he said, lifting his foot from the ground and nudging it between your thighs. 

Reluctantly, you widened your stance, spreading apart just enough for him to notch his shoe against your clothed pussy. 

“Ride my shoe, Y/N. You're such a good little boot-licker. It shouldn't be a problem, right?” As if to answer your own question for you, he bobbed his knee gently, and your clit ground into the edge of his shoelaces, causing a sharp, fast burst of pleasure to spark through you. 

You still were too shocked to answer, but he smoothed your hair from your eyes as he continued to bounce his foot, and you left all of your concerns behind, slowly grinding down. 

“What a dirty little slut, I didn't think you'd actually do it.”

Wrapping your arms around his leg, you pressed your hips up and down hesitantly, looking into his eyes as your mouth dropped open in a silent moan. 

“That's it, good girl,” he said, letting his leg go still as you did all the work, shaking your hips back and forth on his shoe as you gave him pleading looks, unable to form words for the overwhelming shame and embarrassment.  

“You look like a puppy,” he blurted out, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling it back, hard, exposing your throat to him as he watched you with curious eyes. “Like one of those puppies who gets so excited to see you, she starts humping you. So fucking horny and desperate. You wouldn't even care who was in the room with us, right now, would you? You'd just keep going until yiu came.” 

You gasped as he slapped your face, tongue falling out of your mouth as he inspected his little play puppy. He smiled, as if happy with your reactions, and leant back on the sofa, releasing your hair from his grip as you continued to struggle in vain toward your orgasm. 

It was another two or three seconds before you realised he was pulling his hard cock from his pants, and another moment or two before he slid his hands back into your hair and guided your dumb, stupid, wet mouth over the top of his cock quickly. 

You let him move your head just how he liked, let him push you down almost farther than you thought you could go. You ground your bare clit down into his shoe as you deepened your breaths, relaxing your body as you took inch after inch of his cock down your throat. 

His hands were wound so tight in your hair that there wasn't space to move. You gagged, once and twice, but he held you in place still, enjoying the spit that spluttered around the base of his cock, the spasms of your contracting throat against the tip and length of his cock. You breathed deeply, ignoring the feeling of his pubic hair tickling your nose, scratching your cheek as you flattened out your tongue under his cock. You wished he would move, wished he would give you the space you needed to cum faster. 

The desperation of the last few months built up and built up, and you knew that you were close to cumming, your hips rocking out of tempo now, crashing into his foot wildly, ass shaking as you felt his shoelaces rubbing uncomfortably against your thighs. 

“God, what a pathetic little bitch, are you going to cum? Cum on my shoe, whore, show me how fucking desperate you are.” 

You felt the exact moment your body convulsed against him, you knew the exact movement that made you cum, because you felt the flood of moisture pool underneath you as you squirted all over his floor. You made a note of reminding him to replace the rug before Emily returned. 

Your whole body shook as you sat in the pool of your own cum, but he refused to let you pull away. 

“Has my little puppy made a mess? What a shame. You can't stop yet, though.” 

His grip on your face somehow became stronger, though not unpleasant, as he pulled your head up the length of his cock. You spluttered slightly, feeling the tension slip out of you as he emptied your throat. You didn't have more than a second to react before he quickly snapped your head back down over his cock, down to the base of his dick. 

“Keep up, Y/N, this is what you wanted, remember.” 

You choked on his cock, and he smiled down at you, taking your gags for nods as he proceeded to fuck your throat, deep and hard. 

“So wet and warm for me, like a perfect little pet,” he said, hips already lifting off the couch as he tried to sink deeper into you. 

You knew from experience that he'd soon grow tired of the limits of your mouth. He liked to hear you. He liked to see you drooling rather than feel it on his skin. As much as he could force his cock down your throat - and you deeply enjoyed when he did - he could get deeper if he sank into your pussy and you both knew it. 

This part was just to lube his cock up, nice and wet, until he could take you nice and quick without having to touch your pussy. He needed you nice and wet and ready for him, especially on days like today where you'd been nothing but a cock tease in need of a harsh fucking. You deserved nothing more.

As predicted, he pulled your head off his cock after a few seconds and hauled you to your feet. You tried to climb onto him, to grip his cock in your hand and just sink down where you belonged, but he stood, too, lifting you up with him. 

“Window,” he said, and you knew he must be close if he was ordering you around one word at a time. You nodded, but he kept his hands on you, moving you to the window quickly. 

You knew he'd bend you over, take you against the outdoor window, whispering in your ear that anyone outside could see you if they just looked up. Instead, this time, he moved you to the opposite side of the office. The window he pressed you against was the one overlooking your desks, the one where, should he happen to open the blinds, every member of your team would be able to look up and watch you take his dick. 

“Everyone left,” he whispered quickly as he shifted the blinds up an inch so you could see. 

You breathed a sigh of relief noting that it was as empty as he claimed, but it didn't last long as he gently pressed his cock into your cunt, finally filling you how you'd needed to be filled for the last 60 days. 

“Fuck, t-thank you, sir!” 

All thoughts about the office below faded as he lifted your leg in his hand and let it rest on the edge of the window, pushing your face against the cold glass. Your office may have been empty, but that wasn't to say that there wasn't someone working late in the other departments, a janitor happening to pass through. 

You knew, but you didn't care as you begged him to fill you up more and more. 

“Just like that, just like that, yes!!! Fuck yes, Spencer I missed this, I missed you. Missed you so much,” you moaned as your hands slipped down the glass, already fogged with condensation, your hot breath hitting the cold glass. 

“Needed this? You've been fucking yourself nightly for the last week. You didn't need this like I needed this,” he moaned, biting into your neck with a sharp kiss as you moaned loudly for him.

“Two m-months. You haven't fucked me for two months, what else was I supposed to do?” 

He groaned in your ear again, reaching a hand around you and slapping your clit as he formulated an answer. 

“Rest, you were supposed to rest,” he said, thrusts speeding up as your cunt gripped him tighter and tighter the closer you got to your second orgasm. 

He groaned and pressed your face into the glass, holding you there and screwing his eyes shut as you both chased release. 

“I didn't want to rest, I w-wanted to be by your side.” 

His head rested against your shoulder as he felt the last waves of pleasure race towards him. His hand pushed down to your clit and rubbed you, sending you right over the edge with him as he filled you with his cum. 

Neither of you could stay upright, collapsing down to the floor in a heap. Usually when he came inside you, he waited a few moments to pull out so he didn't make so much mess when he did. But in his exhaustion, in your shared bliss of finally reaching that precipice after so long, he slipped out early, as cum was still shooting from him. 

You heaped together on the floor, chests heaving as you lay on top of him, your peace only broken by a single thought. 

“We..-’ you gasped, breathing unsteady. “We need to deep clean this office before Emily comes back.” 

He looked down at you, a look so serious and shocked you wondered if he was angry. And then he laughed. Short and soft, he giggled, and you couldn't help but join in, wrapping your arms around your stomach as it began to hurt, chest heaving from the pain of all your joy. 

He sat up and gave you a hand up as well as you surveyed the damage. 

“The rug has to go,” you said, feeling hot and embarrassed as you noticed the new wet stain on the near offensive fluffy thing. 

“We should probably get some new throw pillows, too,” he remarked, and you nodded with a grimace. You made to stand up, but your legs felt weak, and you wobbled, but he was there to catch you, as he stood. 

"Maybe just a new couch," you muttered, flushed with heat as you remembered how you'd humped the arm rest not even twenty minutes ago.

He closed the blinds before moving back to the couch and sitting you down on his lap once again, such a familiar place for you to be these days.

“You….” He started, worrying g his bottom lip with his teeth. “You really missed me?” 

You startled, taken aback by the question. You thought the videos had made it clear, let alone the last half hour of intimacy. 

“I… Yes, Spencer. I missed you a lot. I always miss you.” 

“You… you do?” 

You nodded again and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. 

“Y/N, when I am no longer your boss, in approximately a weeks time, would you possibly consider being my girlfriend?” 

For the second time in the last two minutes, the man had you floored. And perhaps a little bit angry.

“I'm not… I'm not your girlfriend now?” 

“Hmm? Oh, I-” 

“Because I already told my friends about you, and I was definitely saying the word boyfriend, but if that's not what this is, I can correc-” 

You saw the panicked look in his eye as he pulled you in for one last kiss. 

“That's what this is!” he said frantically, cutting you off when you opened your mouth with another kiss. “I thought you wouldn't think that this was- no!” He kissed you again as you tried again to speak. 

“Listen to me! I'm o-older than you, I thought I had to ask still. Do people not ask anymore?” He kissed you before you could answer. 

“Rhetorical question.”

“I love yo-” you attempted to confess, but his lips covered yours swiftly, even as his eyes opened wide when he pulled away. 

“Wait, no, say that again,” he begged, eyes weak and shiny and absolutely endearingly pathetic. 

You shook your head and sealed your lips, miming, zipping them shut and throwing away the key. 

“Y/N! Tell me again, tell me you love me again,” he said, kissing each of your cheeks. You poked his chest hard, and he kissed you once more. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, and kissed you again, trying to draw from your lips the words he had cut off earlier, losing himself in the pleasure of the moment as you sat together in the dark office, totally enamoured with one another. 

[januaryembrs]

i love your sunshine!reader x specer fics so much and ngl it's one of the best spencer fics i've ever read. i was wondering how the team would react to them dating? did anyone ever suspect that there was something going on between them or were they completely clueless??

PDA | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

description: Sunshine reader is worried about telling Unit Chief Prentiss about their budding relationship, despite Spencer telling her she's being dramatic.

length: 1.8k

warnings: fluff, TINY BIT OF HOTCHNISS BECAUSE I AM STILL MAD ABOUT THEIR SCENE AT JJ'S WEDDING I have never been blue ballsed so hard.

“Sweetheart, I think you need to calm down,” Spencer’s voice was calm and soothing, as was his hand that skirted down her arm to take hers in his own. Her palm was warm, the tiniest bit clammy as he meshed their fingers together, and stroked over the back of her knuckles with his thumb, “It’s only Emily,” 

“I know, I know, it’s just,” She conceded, and she smushed her face into his chest as a last ditch effort to revel in his affection before they had to go back to remaining professional, the elevator quickly approaching the sixth floor, “I feel like we’re breaking the rules. Are you positive it said nothing in the papers about workplace relationships?” 

“I would stake my life on it, believe me. Me and page fifty nine, sub section five, clause three are tight as can be,” Spencer reassured, after he had spent a good seven minutes reading through their entire contract, front and back, in an attempt to make her feel better because she knew she couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it, even more so couldn’t keep her hands and lips off Spencer for such an extended amount of time now she’d had him.

He watched the illuminated digits flick from four to five, and he yielded his restraint just the tiniest bit, knowing they might not get a chance to love on eachother so unapologetically until the work day was over. Spencer brought his hand that wasn’t wound tightly in her own around her shoulders, squeezing her to him with a pressed kiss to her forehead, the gesture full of eight hours worth of affections. 

Five turned to six just a little too fast for his liking and he was forced to let go of her as the doors slid open, trying to ignore the saddened expression on her face as they parted, the way her lips turned into a pout like a kicked puppy. 

“Good morning, my angels!” Penelope chirped, a sweet coffee with a buttload of creamer swirling around her octopus mug as she headed for her office, walking right past the two agents who looked like they’d forgotten how to behave normally. 

“Morning, Penelope,” She sang back, smiling at the woman who hummed as she walked, a skip in her step, yet the second the tech analyst entered her lair, the younger slapped a hand on Spencer’s arm, turning to him with wide eyes, “Oh my god, she knew!” 

He chuckled, shaking his head and resting a hand on her lower back, leading her to the bullpen as she fretted, “Relax, she did not know. And even if she did, we’re not doing anything wrong,” He cooed, thankful that the floor was empty besides Emily where she poked around her office, moving some folders between her desk and cabinet, “Derek dated pretty much every woman on the second floor within the first term of me being here, Penelope dated Kevin from Internal Affairs for years,” 

“But that’s, like, between floors, between departments. There’s no way they can get distracted if there’s a whole bunch of concrete and carpet between them,” She explained, and the two of them headed for their joint desk so they could set their bags down, “When I look at you, I get side tracked thinking about your beautiful hair and your stupidly handsome face and kissing you and-” She puffed her cheeks out, flustered already. 

“That sounds really difficult for you, I don’t know how you ever get anything done.” Spencer said with an indulging smile, because his favourite thing might just be humouring her. Besides kissing her and everything that came with it ofcourse.

“It’s a struggle, I’ll tell you now,” She said, almost unaware he wasn’t being serious as she looked at him finally, the glint in his eyes he got when he was teasing her, “It is. I nearly tipped coffee over my lap yesterday because you fixed your hair, it’s infuriating.”

He smiled, fighting every urge in him that wanted to pull her back into his chest and kiss her face a dozen times, because he knew she wasn’t joking when she said she was worried about breaking the rules. He knew Emily would be fine with them dating, they’d all turned a blind eye to the clear tension and lingering glances that had gone between her and Hotch for years, but he hated seeing her so frazzled, so he complied with her strict no PDA rule. 

He would just have to give it to her twice over later, when they were alone, and the thought of it excited him already. 

“Alright, alright, let’s do this. Am I speaking or are you speaking?” She asked, rubbing her sweating hands over her legs, and he shrugged. 

“I’ll do the talking, will you just do something for me,” He said, his voice calm and collected as he took the stairs, her footsteps nervously trailing behind him. 

“Sure, anything,” She said, looking up at him with wide eyes where he stood a whole step above her. 

“Take a deep breath,” He reminded her, grinning when he heard her pause and do as he’d said, because this was just Emily. 

“I’m sorry,” She mumbled, meeting him at the top of the landing, where he waited by the office door, watching her with gentle eyes, “I just really don’t want to mess anything up, least of all with you,” 

He quickly tucked a slither of hair behind her ear in guilty pleasure, “You’re not messing anything up, I promise.” He murmured, his cadence low and calming because she already seemed worked up and they hadn’t even opened the door, “You ready?” 

She nodded after another deep breath, and he knocked on the door with those boney knuckles of his. 

Barely waiting for Emily to invite them in, he strode into the office, her trailing behind him like she was waiting for a scolding, and Spencer simply cleared his throat. 

“Everything okay?” Emily asked, her dark eyes scanning between the two of them, a look of concern flitting over her face, “Why do you guys have a weird look on your face? Did you chip Penelope’s mug again? Was it the good one? Oh man, she’ll kill you, that was her favourite-”

The rookie shook her head, and before she could breath and regulate like Spencer had been trying to tell her it happened; the word vomit she’d been shoving down for fifteen days, “We’re dating! We’re seeing each other together, I mean were seeing together, I mean wait, hang on-” 

Spencer put a hand on her shoulder to hush her, and she stopped then and there, sensing he could take over for her, because she’d quickly realised she was not one to handle pressure. 

“What she means to say is we’re dating, and according to page fifty nine, sub section five, clause three of our contract, workplace relations are acceptable as long as they aren’t hindrance to either the team or the work, so,” Spencer tucked his hand into his pocket, the other still gentle as it stroked her back soothingly, “Is that okay?” 

Emily shrugged, her lips twitching to hide the broad smile that begged to be released. 

“That seems reasonable to me,” She said politely, looking to where the rookie seemed to have found her words. 

“Th-that’s it, we’re not in trouble?” She asked on bated breath, her brows furrowed and confused. 

“Look, are you guys happy?” She nodded vehemently immediately, and Emily threw her hands up, “Then, there you go. As long as there’s no funny business in the office, it’s none of my concern,”

“Funny business?” She asked, and Spencer ran a hand over her braid she’d twisted into running down the back of her head, a small smile tugging at his lips, as he and Emily exchanged a look.

“No bang bang on company time,” Emily said plainly, ignoring the way the girl stiffened, her face hot and embarrassed as she shook her head. 

“Never, no, never. Never ever,” She spluttered, and Spencer took it as his signal to get her some space, “None of that ever, Emily, you don’t have to worry-”

“Who broke the rookie?” Tara asked, entering Emily’s office with a stack of folders in her arms, her eyes quickly zeroing in on the way Reid’s arm wrapped around her waist, and she turned to Emily with a knowing smirk, “You owe me ten bucks, Prentiss,” 

“Hold on, you guys bet on us?” Spencer asked, his expression dropping because he’d thought that the two of them had been subtle the past few weeks, even if his sweet girlfriend looked like she was keeping bees in her mouth every time there was a pause, like the secret had been begging to come out any second it got. 

Emily seemed guilty, though perhaps scathed would be a better term as she fished a bill out of her purse and handed it to Tara. 

“JJ owes forty, so I’m not too torn up about it,” She replied, catching JJ’s bluebell hues as she swanned past the office window, her eyes narrowing on the way the youngest agent was all but pressed into Spencer’s ribcage, the two of them looking like they wanted the ground to swallow them whole. 

Her face morphed into chagrin, “Two more weeks, and I would have been up by sixty bucks, you guys,” She bit at the happy couple, turning on her heel to where Luke was sipping coffee at his desk, clueless to the meeting they were having in Emily’s office, “Alvez, cough up. They told Emily already,” 

There was some sound of indignation from the desks below as Luke rummaged through his wallet, and Tara looked like that cat that got the cream as the wads of dollar bills made their way to her. 

“This is gross misconduct of workplace trust,” Spencer said, his lips pursed into something annoyed, and he could feel the way her face burnt with embarrassment without even having to look at her, “Alright, we are going out to get coffee, since we’re the only ones who know how to handle things like adults,” 

He led her out with a tight, protective grip, shielding her mortified expression from the rest of the office as they got back into the elevator, and he damned himself when he let her hug into his chest again, though this time it was to hide her humiliation in his shirt. 

“It’s okay, at least it’s out there now. No more secrets,” He comforted, and she nodded silently, her cheeks still on fire where the shame weaselled its way out of her face, “And, hey, it’s not like they can go on forever. They’ll have to give up some time,”

The group watched the doors close behind them, Luke immediately turning to the three women with an impish look in his eye, “Twenty says they’ll engage within a year,” Tara scoffed, waving her money in his face as Emily rooted around for more money, “You’re on, I give it eight months,”

[sundrop-writes]

How would Spencer react to the f!reader eating a sucker in a very provocative way during a meeting?

I decided to change this up a bit. Rather than it being during a meeting, it's just randomly around the office because eating a sucker/lollipop during a meeting would be annoying af.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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

Warnings: reader can definitely be interpreted as gender neutral because there isn't much description of them beyond their mouth (sorry if that isn't what you wanted lmao); this is very sensual/smutty toned (but there is no sex scenes); Spencer is thinking about sex acts/is having sexual fantasies about the reader; heavy sexual innuendo; definitely leans more toward Sub!Spencer; I was thinking of S4/S5 Spencer when I wrote this but you can imagine any Spencer; background Morcia; implications of Spencer masturbating in the bathroom at work. Reader loves teasing Spencer - idk what else. Not really proofread.

"Oooh, what's this?" You asked, walking up to see a large bowl of candy sitting in the middle of Morgan's desk.

"Leftovers from Halloween." Prentiss explained, not looking up from the file that she was reading. "Of course, Garcia put them on Morgan's desk. What was it that she said?"

"A little something sweet for my something sweet." JJ recited the words from her place at the coffee machine with a laugh.

"Oh, he is gonna love that when he comes in." You chuckled.

You knew that he wasn't going to eat all of it himself, and Garcia likely intended it as a pick-n-go for the office anyway - so you took a careful glance into the bowl and then picket an appealing round lollipop. A blow-pop, you quickly realized. Very nice. You knew the gum in the middle was crappy, but you would have fun seeing how long it would take to get to it, and it was cherry flavoured - one of your favourite candy flavours.

You grabbed it up and a few others to slip into your desk drawers, along with taking a few packets of M&Ms for your favourite desk neighbour. When you walked over to your desk that was in front of his, you tossed the candy so that it hit the front of his chest, and Spencer jumped violently, having been scared right out of his concentration from whatever he was reading. A thick academic paper, from the looks of it.

You heard Emily's nasel chuckle in from behind you at how hard he had jumped.

"Good morning." You greeted him with a wide smile as he glared at you, but took the candy and began opening it anyway.

"Yeah." He scoffed.

"You're welcome." You also said, nodding toward the candy in his hand.

"Did you know that M&Ms shortly after their creation, M&Ms were exclusively distributed to the US military during World War II as a part of soldier's rations?" Spencer stated, giving another one of his 'fun facts'.

"Due to the candy coating making them far less perishable, and far easier to transport due to the fact that they were less likely to melt. At the time, they were packaged in cardboard tubes and featured a violet colour among the candies. And that's how they became famously known as 'the candy that melts in your mouth, not in your hand'." Spencer explained, the last words becoming muffled as he stuffed some of the candy into his mouth.

"And now they have gone from feeding soldiers to being the breakfast of a skinny little genius like you." You joked, unwrapping your lollipop and raising it to your lips.

You were one of the people who joked about it, but you secretly loved the fact that he was skinny. You would never tell, but you imagined pinning him down and him not being able to get away because of his lack of muscle.

Spencer would have made some clever reply, but instead, his eyes became locked on your lips.

Watching your lips gently wrap around the roundness of the lollipop immediately sparked something in him. From that moment, his eyes focused on nothing but your mouth, and he absolutely lost all train of thought - including the fact that he had been reading something before you even sat down.

It wasn't even intentional at first. At first, you were just enjoying a random sweet treat at seven o'clock in the morning, going about small things like taking off your jacket and getting the files organized on your desk, and when you looked up to ask Reid if he had a spare red pen that you could use to mark off some things - that was when you noticed it.

That far off, glassy look in his eye that you had never seen before.

He was staring at your lips, hard, clearly not even realizing that he was doing it - at this point, the candy had just barely stained the inner part of your mouth red, and he was being driven insane, imagining himself running his thumb or even the head of his leaking cock along that spot, feeling the pure softness of your lips, having your sweet tongue reach out to meet the throbbing head of his-

"Reid?"

The sudden sound of your voice seemed to shake him from this daydream.

You pulled the lollipop from your mouth with a wet smack, and he swallowed a whimper - it was a sound so subtle that you wouldn't have been able to hear it if you hadn't been carefully listening. You clenched your jaw, suppressing a smirk. You didn't want him to know that he had been caught. Not yet.

"Um - ah - yeah?" He stuttered out, quickly looking back down at the papers in the middle of his desk, trying not to make it seem like he had been staring at you so blatantly.

"Can I borrow a red pen?" You asked, trying to give him your best look of feigned innocence as you placed the cherry red bulb back to your lips while waiting for his answer, gently tracing your tongue around it.

You loved the way his eyes clung to this action like a magnet, his own lips dropping open slightly as he let out a hot breath in awe, his pupils blown wide.

His pants were suddenly very tight.

Spencer had to purposefully tear his eyes away from your mouth when you began oh-so-slowly teasing the lollipop in and out of your lips, forcing him to perfectly picture the round head of his cock fucking between those perfect cherry lips.

He frantically looked around his desk, and grabbed the first pen with a red cap that he could find.

"Here you go." He mumbled, tossing it onto your desk, not even bothering to hand it to you.

He then grabbed his messenger bag from underneath his desk and so subtly placed it at his front while he scrambled off toward the bathroom. You simply let out a laugh and then shoved the candy into your mouth fully, looking back down at your files and getting to work.

Spencer could only pray that you would be done with the lollipop by the time he got back.

A/N: Okay this definitely turned more into the style of a blurb, but what I love about writing requests right in my inbox is that I don't need to do a super defined style, I can just write whatever comes off the top of my head and I don't have to worry about over-editing stuff. It's great for creativity and it's almost like a writing exercise? Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this.

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