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Tony Stark
Pretty Little Thing || 18+
You and Tony have been flirting around one another for way too long, and now? The tension is insufferable, it’s time to make a move.
Pretty Little Thing Pt 2 || 18+
Sinful || 18+
A sinful dress, a lot of alcohol and a taste for each other.. what could possibly happen?
Sinful Pt 2 || 18+
Caught || fluff
After catching a sick bug you found yourself bed bound at the company of your favourite billionaire with a ridiculously big ego.
Language! || fluff, smut undertones
You and tony had been dating for the past couple of months and after a couple of drink’s, you may have confessed to more than you hoped too.
Old friends || 18+
Four years ago she walked away, concentrating on herself. But, today’s shes back. And as they say, old habits don’t die hard.
The Honeytrap || uploading soon! 18+
When a previous weapon of seduction gets added to the avengers, who’s heart is she aiming to capture?
Bitter in Love || uploading soon! 18+
How can the one man who pisses you off like no other be the man you truly want? A cliche enemies to lover’s trope.
Steve Rogers
Right by the throat || 18+
Steve doesn’t care who’s around, if your being bratty he will always put you in your place.
Hybrid || 18+
You’d been driving steve crazy since you joined the avengers, and finally he got the chance to give you what you really wanted.
Why did it have to be you? || being uploaded very soon 18+
You could’ve had any man, yet the one man who made your blood boil was the man you wanted.
CRIMINAL MINDS
Aaron Hotchner 
Rossi’s Neighbour || 18+
When the team found you in Rossi’s kitchen with a bottle of wine and a bikini, they were confused. But, you caught a certain someone’s interest a lot more than the others.
Mistaken Identities || 18+
After you get arrested by the FBI, you soon have to come clean to the team that you were deep into a undercover investigation. But, who’s covers do you finally end up under?
Mistaken Identities Pt 2 || 18+
After establishing a secret relationship with the bau’s big bad unit chief the team are itching to find out your mystery man.
Caught Red Handed || 18+
You’d been dating your boss behind the team’s back for quite awhile now, but after a case and back at your hotel room the team find you in a compromising position.
Playing Daddy || 18+
An case turns more than explicit when you and your hot boss have to work together as a sugar daddy situation.
Smart Mouth || 18+
Mouthing off to your unit chief was probably the best choice you’d had since joining the bureau.
The Big Bang || fluff & 18+
After a heated argument with your currently secret boyfriend you end up with a more than PG present left at your office, sounds sweet right? It's not the kind of gift you want to be given at your office, and its not from aaron.
The Storm || 18+
When your secret boyfriend become's the victim of someone framing him and he gets arrested, your reckless antics force you to kidnap him and help solve the case.
Stare || 18+
Your crush on your boss was getting out of hand, and when he realises why you have distanced yourself? He is more than pleased.
Love & War || 18+
Your neighbour was an intolerant piece of shit, moody and stern and knew exactly how to push your buttons. And did he enjoy it. A cliche enemies to lovers trope.
Spencer Reid
Many works in progress coming soon.
TED LASSO
Many works in progress coming soon.
TEEN WOLF
Peter Hale
Hybrid || 18+
The big bad wolf can’t resist the sexual tension with him and the new member of the team, a hybrid. The subtle flirty comments, or even the explicit flirty comments had caused a stir. And on the full moon? Temptations caved in.
tolkien writing elves: this is Fëafineärenfindelwë he ruled as a king for 12,069 years and he slew seven balrogs and he created three conlangs and he invented light
tolkien writing men: this is Berengorn he's a nobleman with a fancy sword and he looks just like an elf and he was raised by elves and he marries an elf
tolkien writing dwarves: this is Durin XVI Ironking he forged a billion legendary swords
tolkien writing hobbits: this is Berry Bingo Bongfeet he writes songs about trees and he owns a weed farm
A group of obscenely rich, horrifically powerful, and sex-addicted individuals share more than one dark secret - but their favorite secret is you. The pretty little thing they've got living in the lavish penthouse they bought together, where they can escape to when they need a break from their families.
Series Warning: Multiple Characters x Reader, adultery, hard drug use, smut, depiction of rough sex, dark kinks (specified in each part).
DBF!Hotch gives reader a key to his backyard gate so she can use the pool whenever she wants. And he comes home to her skinny-dipping and joins her?
this post is 18+ (and so are its characters), minors dni.
You hear his car in the driveway, and he hears the whirr of the jacuzzi. The jet system has always been a little bit loud, but if you close your eyes and tip your head back, it drowns out into a nice dull hum.
You lift your head lazily to grin at him when he comes in through the back gate, briefcase in hand and suit jacket slung over his arm. He returns the smile, nodding at what little he can see of you, "Late night swim?"
"Yeah. 'Couldn't sleep, so I ran over here. Hope you don't mind."
Your grin is sheepish, but he shakes his head, and you're not anxious anymore. He latches the gate with a sigh, "I'm happy to see you're relaxing, I know you said you've been stressed lately."
"Mhm," You groan, tilting your head back again to rest it against the wall, "Oh- Aaron?"
"Yeah?"
You hear the scrape of the sliding glass door, peeking one eye open to glance at him as he steps inside, "I forgot a towel. Can I borrow one of yours?"
"Of course," He nods, "I'll grab one now."
You let yourself relax while he's gone, probably rummaging in his linen cabinet for a towel that isn't ragged. The jet hammers hot water into your back that eases out the knots there, and your chin dips slightly too low as you sink into the water, dipping into the frothy bubbles.
"Here," Aaron's voice startles you, and you jolt slightly where you're sitting. You're not sure that the movement exposes your bare shoulders, but what does is when you reach for the towel in his hand, patting your face dry.
"Thanks," You smile lazily up at him, "You wanna join?"
He's definitely noticed your lack of clothing now. You can tell he's trying not to look, his jaw tightening as he stares you in the eyes, deliberating.
"You're stressed toooo," You remind him, "Wouldn't this help?"
He's fighting himself. You know he is, you see the conflict in his eyes, brows nearly dipping down over them as he tries making the best choice. You're well aware he's trying not to take advantage of you, but you suppose it's not really taking advantage of someone if they plotted it in the first place. You're ready and willing, he won't be in the wrong if he says yes.
"Twenty minutes," He finally decides, already wrestling with the knot in his tie, "That'll be enough time to de-stress, don't you think?"
Status: I’m back in college, so updates are going to be sparse :((
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Summary: You’re in your last semester of college and your senior project consists of a novel written in a genre you haven’t yet explored before. Romance. There’s one small problem, though. You’ve never experienced romance before and the thought of true love kind of makes you want to gag. It’s partly because of your own issues, and partly because, well, guys your age just don’t do it for you. So what happens when you stumble into a meeting with an older guy who is willing to show you the ropes of romance, with no strings attached?
General themes/warnings: smut, BDSM, Dom/sub relationship, Daddy/Sir kink, age gap (like 20 years folks), somewhat of a sugar daddy relationship, and there will be chapter specific warnings as well
This is being beta’d by the lovely @chelseyjoyce <3
Full Disclaimer: I do not own the 50 Shades of Grey name, plot, characters, or anything else affiliated. This is simply a parody where I am borrowing elements, but this is all my own writing, unless stated otherwise (I will give credit if/when I use dialogue from the first movie).
Although I will be borrowing elements from the first movie (I’ve never read the books and don’t plan to), I will be changing things throughout. Healthy BDSM will be portrayed here, talked about, and explicitly written.
This fic is 18+ only. I feel like this goes without saying, but just in case, here it is. If you’re a minor, don’t interact with this fic. I was a minor once too, so I understand the curiosity, but please respect my boundaries here and look for a different fic to interact with (I have another Hotch fic on my Masterlist called intelligence & issues that you are more than welcome to read!) (yes, I know i&i has smut too, but it’s much less hardcore than what will be in this fic)
Happy 5.5k 🤪🤪 I’ve literally had this idea in my head for a WHILE so I am mf glad to have it out. Enjoy ;))
Summary: All the times you and Hotch spent on the open road, and the one where you couldn’t help yourself.
Warnings: smut 18+ only blah blah we know the drill (pls!), car sex!! blowjob ;)) unprotected sex (don’t be like them, use a condom), lots of teasing, lots of fluff/smut adjacent dialogue
WC: ~2.8k
It started when you saw how Hotch drives when he’s in a hurry.
Your body flung against the car door despite your hold on the safety handle above you. Infuriated, you went to yell at Hotch to slow the fuck down, until you saw the look on his face, the way his hands gripped the wheel, the way his muscles flexed underneath his dress shirt.
Oh.
Oh, the thoughts you had were beyond inappropriate, especially considering the circumstances. You were rushing to catch the unsub, and you were having unholy thoughts about your boss.
Could you maybe write something where on the case hotch wears those sweaters with the half zipper thing and reader just can’t stop looking at him-
rekindling
cw: aaron and reader lying for a little, angst to smut to fluff, happy ending, exes to lovers, smut, 18+ONLY MDNI, p in v penetration, standing sex, fingering, dirty talk, ownership kink [slight], pet names [sweetheart, baby], derek and spencer setting the reader and aaron up [kinda]
wc: 2.3k
You hate that he’s wearing the stupid fucking quarter zip up.
It’s the navy one he has with your initials embroidered on the sleeve.
You know why he’s wearing it too.
This is a crime.
You want him to know this is a crime, but you can’t.
Not at all, not when Beth comes in and and rubs her hands up and down his shoulders, fingers missing your embroidered name completely.
“You’re gonna kill that woman just from staring,” Derek whispers as he sits on your desk.
“It’s like he does it to tick me off Derek. He’s a profiler, he should know it’s worked.”
Derek laughs, you have been convinced Aaron was teasing you on purpose for months, and there were some instances but now didn’t seem like it.
“Before you say anything, look at the sleeve on the quarter zip.”
Your voice goes soft and less frigid as Aaron rolls the sleeve up to hide the initials.
“I still say flirt with someone, baby. He’s not with her, just flirting to make you mad.”
Spencer and Emily come over then before you can dwell on Derek’s words.
“I’d volunteer but I don’t think it’d make a difference.” Emily says and you laugh.
“I’d flirt back.” you affirm and she kisses your forehead.
You try not to react when he pushes up the sleeve when it falls back down.
“Statistically speaking, it could work. Men react worse to women when they see someone they like being flirted with.” Spencer says and you laugh.
“Yeah Spence, I don’t know if you know this, but nothing we do for work is sexy or would let me do that.”
Aaron watches you closely as you roll your eyes when Beth leaves, there’s an unmistakable smirk on his face.
“We don’t actually have case work today.” Spencer supplies just as Aaron walks over.
“We have team building today, Y/n, you’re with me.”
You don’t have time to argue because your ‘friends’ are all giggling and pairing up.
You try real hard to hold your tongue. To not say a thing about the fact that he’s requested you to be with him when he’s just had whoever Beth is to him, leave.
But then Aaron buckles you in and grabs your waist.
“You have a girlfriend, Aaron.” you slap away his hand and he scoffs.
He doesn’t say a word to your accusation that comes like a fact.
At his silence you sigh, “I’m serious Aaron, I’m not the other woman.”
He laughs then, “Who would ever make you the other woman?”
That’s all he says for the entire ride. Letting the radio fill the silence instead.
“C’mon,” he says softly, parking in front of an escape room.
Again, Aaron’s hand moves to your waist.
Between his touches and Derek’s words from earlier, your mind is becoming muddled and you’re not sure what to trust.
“I have a boyfriend,” you blurt and he scoffs.
“No you don’t,” he’s not sure what to believe, you’re confident and sure as you speak, but he’s never heard you mention him before.
You can see the confusion on his face and feel slightly bad for it, but you can’t deny the way it empowers you a little to see him on the end of envy.
“Yes, so you can’t do that.”
You brush your nose and sigh deeply when his hand pulls away.
“Pairs?” Derek suggests when you’re all inside and you laugh.
“Yeah, you’re still with me.” Aaron says and you shake your head.
“I can keep my hands to myself.” he promises and you relent.
You start the escape room as normal, conversation mainly centered around looking for clues and whatnot when Aaron can’t help himself.
“So, when did you meet this boyfriend?” you shake your head to conceal your smile. Spencer was right, and you didn’t even have to flirt with anyone.
“A couple months ago.” you lie and Aaron nods, not saying anything else as you go back to looking for clues.
“And it’s serious?”
“Aaron, do I ask you about Beth?”
He laughs and you brush your nose again.
“No but you always want to say something.”
You sputter for an answer. Aaron turns to face you, hands in his pockets as he takes a step towards you.
“Before you deny it, we’re all profilers.” he says softly as you take a step back.
“Is that why you wear this zip up? To try to profile my reactions?”
Your back hits a wall just as Aaron takes a final step towards you. One of his hands leaves his pockets to bracket you between himself and the wall.
“Maybe,”
“Or maybe you’re the one hung up on us? Trying to keep some part of me close to you, even though we haven’t been together for months.” Aaron’s eyes flash of hurt and then something else that’s gone too quickly for you to break down.
“Maybe you’re the one hung up on us. Always watching when Beth comes by, face set and always clenching your jaw. Were you mad when she came over today and couldn’t stop touching me? Touching your name on my sleeve?”
If this is the hill Aaron wants to die on, you’re not going to stop him.
“You didn’t let her actually.” you should stop there but he’s made his bed.
“Are you mad Aaron? Mad that I’m with someone else and they get to have me all to themselves? Mad that I’m no longer yours?”
His eyes darken and his other hand holds onto your hip.
“You’re still mine.” he mutters, lips pressing into your jaw as he trails down to your neck. “You don’t have a boyfriend,” he whispers, tracing a pattern down to that spot just behind your ear that makes your knees weak. “Do you? Every time you spoke about him, you brushed your nose.”
Aaron can see the gears turning in your head as he pulls away. You want to carry on with the lie, desperately- you don’t want to seem like you’re hung up on him.
“Beth’s not my girlfriend.” he reveals and your eyes narrow. “Honest.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” His smirk is wicked as his nose nudges yours then.
“You’re still mine,” he whispers, lips brushing yours, smirking when you crane your head up to follow his mouth.
You hazard a chance at being a brat, “No, not at all.”
“We’ll see, sweetheart.” Aaron’s kiss is rough and dominating, lips hot against yours as his hips pin yours to the wall.
He tacks hickeys as he goes down your neck, delighting in your whimpers and huffs.
“My poor girl, you been all wound up?” you don’t respond, and Aaron knows why, he can hear your heartbeat in your neck and it’s erratic. Anything you say will be a whimper.
“Not here, Aaron.” you manage the words without a whimper and he grins.
“We’ve got an hour left. Cameras are off, complete privacy.” his whispers, ready to get you out of the room, yet take you right there at the same time.
“One hour? You lost your touch Hotchner?” he growls and you giggle.
“You’ll still be coming twice in an hour, don’t see a problem there sweetheart.” you whimper at the gravely tone to his words.
“Please.” the thought of multiple orgasms not given by yourself, has your head spinning.
“Now you have manners.” he scoffs, hands swift in undoing your jeans and tugging them down your legs.
Aaron smirks when your legs part and expose your drenched underwear.
“You’ve been needing me huh, sweetheart?” his fingers rub up and down over the wet spot making you mewl.
You refuse to answer and he stops. “Aaron, stop teasing.” you whine and he laughs.
“You know how this goes.” you do very well, but you also know winding him up just a little tighter will make for a good hour.
But at a cost.
“No, just want you now.” you say, eyes locked on his, as he starts to smirk. Aaron’s hand tugs the drenched underwear to the side before snapping it back in place. “Do you like this pair?” he asks and you shake your head.
Almost instantly, he rips the underwear off and tucks them into his back pocket.
“Mine,” he whispers just as he slips one finger into you, eyes tracking every one of your movements.
Still paying the defiant role, you shake your head. “No.”
“Really?” he slips another finger in and twists his wrist in a way that makes your toes curl. “C’mon sweetheart, don’t go quiet on me now.”
Your head falls back in a long moan when his thumb rolls your clit, your body jumping to meet his palm.
“There we go,” he coos, lips catching yours when he speeds up his thrusts. “Atta girl,” yours hips buck into his fingers.
“Aaron,” you rip your lips away from his to cry out his name, only serving as an ego boost for him as he repeats the same motion.
“I’m close.” you whine, hips meeting his palm with every thrust of his wrist.
“Who’s are you?” he whispers and you clamp your mouth shut, fingers finding his woolly sleeve and brushing the embroidery there.
Aaron shakes his head, “Tell me,” you can’t, not yet. Not till he says it first.
In turn of your silence he rubs your clit meanly and your eyes roll back before you can stop yourself.
He pulls out of you to ruin your organs with a dark chuckle. “That’s mean,” you whine and he nods.
Aaron reaches for his belt and pauses,
“Do you still want to?” he asks, other hand cupping your cheek as he waits for an answer.
“I need you Aaron, please.” you whine and he shakes his head.
“You have me, needy girl. Do you want me to fuck you?” you moan at the question and Aaron chuckles.
“Yes please, want you inside of me.”
He lines up easily, pulling one of your legs over his waist before pausing.
“Condom?” he asks and you shake your head.
“No please, I’m clean. Got my injection last week.” all your words are slurred whines and whispers, desperate for Aaron to just fit into you.
“Okay baby,” he pushes in and all you can do is grip onto his sweater.
“Fuck,” you whine, clenching around his cock as he stands perfectly still.
“Almost forgot how good you feel,” his praises are all breathy and low, messing the contents of your head up further when he starts thrusting.
“Aaron,” you cry, head slumping forward to his chest as he angles his hips.
“Yeah I know, sweetheart. S’good.”
Your arms go around his shoulders when he keeps the same speed, your jaw slack as Aaron coaxes pleasure from every part of your body.
He holds onto your back and pulls you off the wall, letting your body drop further on his cock.
“Fuck,” he moans, hands squeezing your thighs as he switches between thrusting into you and dropping you on his cock.
“Close,” your eyes fall heavy when three fingers fall to your clit.
“Aaron!” you squeal when his hips shift just slightly. Each of his thrusts push against that gummy part of your cunt that makes your legs shake.
His hand grabs your cheek, pushing your face up so he can see you.
“You’re mine,” he growls and your heart quickens. “Only mine.” his hips keep brushing the spot but his hand falls away from your clit.
“No no no,” you whimper and he smiles.
“Say it sweetheart, or you don’t come at all.” your eyes widen and you bite your lip.
His stare is intense and saying it feels like an admission outside of just sex.
“You’re mine.” you say instead and Aaron smiles.
“Why else do I wear this damn quarter zip? All yours.” tears pool in your eyes and Aaron pushes his forehead into yours.
“M’all yours.” you whimper and he grins.
“Damn right,” his thrusts go deeper and your tears fall, Aaron’s mouth reaching for yours before he mumbles, “Let me feel you.”
You’re both spent, sweat beading down your back as Aaron pulls out of you and watches his spend drip down your thigh.
“She really isn’t my girlfriend. Derek enlisted her help in getting you to admit your feelings.” Aaron uses your tattered underwear to clean the mess before shoving them back into his pockets.
He helps pull back on your jeans when you confess, “Reid and Derek suggested I flirt with someone else to get you to retaliate.”
He shakes his head and kisses just above your waistband before buttoning it up.
“Did you mean it? I don’t know if I’ll survive if this is a one time thing.” Your heart’s all laid out as he stands and Aaron cradles your face.
“I am all yours, till I take my last breath.” you smile slow and so does Aaron. “And you?”
“Forever Aaron.” he kisses you then, slow and sweet.
“Are you lovebirds done? We’re all starving!” Morgan bangs on the door and you laugh as you pull away, head falling to Aaron’s chest again.
“I have a different shirt for you in the van.” Aaron whispers as you reach for the door.
“I’m so glad you’re back together by the way. Beth was doing too much.” Derek says and you push his shoulder, Spencer hiding behind Emily to block your punch.
When you get in the van, Aaron reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out your old quarter zip up. One that was almost a twin to Aaron’s, but with his initials on your sleeve.
“I was looking for this, you jerk.” you murmur and he laughs, a kiss to your forehead as he clips you in.
“Slip it on, I wanna match.” he says and you roll your eyes.
“I forgot how possessive you are.”
“You also forget how much you like it.” Aaron slides into the driver’s side before mumbling, “I’ll remind you though, we have time to make up for.”
You’re young, you love spending daddy’s money and living life on the reckless side but you’re ridiculously smart. What happens when your latest one night stand turns out to be your new boss?
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Warnings: Fem!reader, alcohol consumption, making out, mild nudity, brief mention of penetrative sex.
Category: Smut and Fluff
Word Count: 3.4k
Author’s Note: for the purpose of this fic, this takes place after Penelope gets shot, she takes time off and sends you as her replacement.
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Aaron’s POV
We were all headed back to the office after a long case in California. We had been called into to search for 3 missing boys, 24 hours had passed and the case turned into body recovery. The case was hitting everyone hard. Things have been even harder without Garcia around to help us. Kevin had stepped in for her but it wasn’t the same. Garcia had set up a replacement for the time being but she’s yet to arrive.
We got back to the BAU and Dave suggested we all go for a drink, to get our mind off of things. I told them that I would join them another time and headed up to my office to begin my paperwork. They didn’t give up, Prentiss knocked on my door and stuck her head in “Hotch, are you sure you don’t want to join us ?” “I’m alright, thank you. You guys have fun” I smiled at her. “Get some rest” She smiled, pulling the door closed behind her.
I got through half of the papers stacked up on my desk before leaning back against the chair, running my hand down my face. Maybe I will go get that drink after all, Jack is with Jessica all weekend, what’s the worst that could happen? I walked out and got into the car, I drove to a small bar on the other side of town that I heard Dave mention. He said no one was ever really there, I walked in and boy, was he right. I took a seat on the bar stool by the counter and waited until the bartender came over.
“What can I get for you hun?” Her name tag read May
“Bourbon, double” I loosened my tie as I watched her pour it into the glass.
She placed the glass in front of me and walked to the other side of the counter. I took a look around, other than myself, there were only 4 more people in here. Seems strange for a Friday night, I took a sip of my bourbon when she caught my eye. She was gorgeous, wearing a red dress and heels. Her hair in curls, tossed over her shoulder carelessly and red lipstick painted across her lips. She glanced over in my direction only to see me looking at her. Way to go Aaron, she probably thinks you’re a creep now, I mentally groan and give her a smile anyways. She started walking over, oh god what did I get myself into?
Y/N’s POV
Handsome is the first thing that came to mind when you saw him looking at you. He sat alone at the bar, sipping on some brown liquid, you assumed whiskey. He was wearing a white button up with the first 2 buttons undone, black slacks and dress shoes. You smiled to yourself, thinking this guy has got to be some rich business man needing a night away from his wife. His hair looked soft, it sat as a fluffy mess on top of his head. He smiled at you and you walked over to him, sitting beside him.
