i've hear that other blogs on here are closing because of anon hate. i just want to tell that whoever is writing this hiding behind a screen is a fucking coward.
live your life without harming the others. pulling someone down is stupid. pulling someone down will never help you reach the top. you're just miserable, disrespectful and very very mean.
sending anon hate is the most pathetic thing that i can think of
and i'm so sorry for everyone who received anon hate. always remember that you don't deserve this, no one deserves it.
Hotchniss prompt: Hotch has a sex dream about Emily and struggles to face her the next day at work
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Title: Dream a little dream of me
Summary: Aaron has a dream about Emily.
Word Count: 3.5k
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, oral, multiple orgasms, mention of masturbation
He isn’t sure he got here, how they got here, it’s a blur something he will forever wonder about. But there he is, naked and pressed against Emily, her fingers digging into his upper arms and his lips chasing hers. She’s moaning, something soft and low muffled against his lips that he thinks he’ll never forget. He’s amazed by the softness of her skin against his calloused fingertips as he traces the soft curves of her body.
“Aaron…” She whispers and he thinks this is the first time she’s ever used his first name and he finds that he loves the way it sounds rolling off her tongue. “fuck me.”
Aaron jolts out of bed as the alarm goes off, he’s hot and sweaty, his breath coming out ragged as he tries to make sense of his surroundings. He shuts his alarm off with a groan, his body heavy with want. It’s impossible to ignore the heaviness between his legs, even harder to try and ignore the fact that he was dreaming about Emily. His friend and subordinate.
He gets into the shower and tries to get his heartrate to slow as cold water descends down his back, but it’s still there, the heat not leaving him. He feels his hand wrapping around his shaft almost subconsciously, ignores the feeling of shame as dark eyes and pale skin flashes in his mind. He barely holds the sound of her name in when he spills over his fist and then the feeling of shame is back, and this time impossible to ignore.
He doesn’t have much time to think about it, needing to get Jack to school and then head to work. He pretends the dream isn’t playing on a loop in his mind, and instead focuses on his son.
Emily walks into the bullpen with her takeaway cup of coffee in hand, Aaron’s cup held firmly in the other. She drops her things at her desk before making her way to his office, the door slightly ajar as always, but she knocks anyway.
“Come in.” He says, his eyes locked on the paper in front of him before looking up at the sound of her familiar heels.
“Morning.” She smiles and walks across the room easily and places the coffee in front of him. It was routine by now, something that started once she was back from Paris.
“Prentiss.” He nods and there’s tension etched onto his face, his mouth in a slightly awkward smile.
“You okay Hotch?” She laughs at his demeanor, but the sound dies in her throat when he sits up straighter.
“Yes, I am fine thank you.” He isn’t sure how to act as his dream flashes in his mind, and he knows that he’s being obvious but he isn’t sure how to behave normally around her when all he wants is to know if her skin is as soft as it had been in his dream.
“What going on?” Her head falls to the side and her tongue swipes over her bottom lip and Aaron has to suppress a groan.
“Nothing, not enough sleep I guess.” He tries to relax into his chair as he grabs the coffee from the desk and takes a sip of the burning liquid.
“Alright.” She offers him a smile and a shrug. He can tell that she doesn’t believe him but she chooses to let it go and for that he’s grateful.
“Thank you for the coffee.”
“Of course.” She heads to the door but stops and turns quickly. When she does she’s sure she saw him look at her body up and down and her eyebrow arches but she doesn’t say anything.
“What?” He sees her dark eyes zeroing in on him, if only for a moment, and he’s afraid he’s been caught staring at her ass. Which looks phenomenal in the black suit pants she’s wearing.
“Nothing, I should get started on work.” She leaves with a small smile and he gives a nod back, his own fingers already wrapping around his pen again. She’s still smiling when she sits down at her desk. Emily and Aaron had been verging on something more ever since she got back from Paris, her feelings for him only intensifying after spending seven months away from him, but he had never showed any interest in anything but friendship. But she was sure she didn’t miss the way his pulse quickened as she entered, how his eyes lingered on her lips after she had wet them with her tongue, and she was sure as hell that he had checked her out as she walked away.
“Game on.”
Aaron was sure that this day was some special form of hell, his own purgatory for dreaming about his colleague the way he had. It seemed like Emily was everywhere, in the kitchenette when he went to get coffee, leaning over Derek’s desk when he walked into Dave’s office, even in the elevator as he was heading to buy himself lunch.
“Busy day today?” She asked as she leaned against the wall of the elevator, there was a hint of something dark on her face, something alluring and he had trouble keeping his eyes off her.
“Just paperwork, no active case yet.” He mumbled just as the elevator stopped a couple of floors down and more people got in.
Emily moved closer to him as the elevator got crowded with people also on their lunch break and Aaron could smell her perfume as she was pressed closer to him. Her hair smelled like flowers, it reminded him of summer but her perfume was the same as always, delicate and warm, a smell he had associated with her for as long as he had known her.
He felt his fingers itching to pull her further into him and he fisted his hands at his sides. He forced himself to look straight ahead when she turned back to look at him.
“Sorry, crowded in here isn’t it?” She said it quietly, her words a whisper against his jaw and he was sure her backside pressed against him a little harder.
“It’s fine.” He could see her smirk in his peripheral, but he still refused to look at her. He knew that if he did she would be able to see the internal struggle in his eyes. Was sure that if she came any closer she would feel him, half hard inside his pants.
Emily turned her face away from him when the ding of the elevator sounded again and people started to get out. She pressed her ass right up against him for a second before she moved with the crowd and she heard something low rumble from his throat.
“You okay?” She asked as he got out as well, she didn’t miss how he avoided her eyes or that he kept extra space between their bodies as they started to walk.
“Yes. Hungry.” He turned as quickly as he could, knew that she would be picking up lunch for JJ and Derek at the sub shop down the street and he turned to walk the opposite way. “See you up there.”
“See you up there Hotch.” She wanted to laugh at his ridiculously straight posture but she settled to watch him walk away. It had been fun teasing him all day, but she needed him to break.
Aaron breathed a sigh of relief as he walked into his apartment, the aching between his legs had only intensified throughout the day and for once he was happy to come home to an empty apartment. Jessica had asked to take Jack for the night, leaving Aaron with nothing but his thoughts and those thoughts were dirty. He had never fantasized about a colleague before, had always known that he was surrounded by beautiful women, but he had been married, then grieved Haley. It wasn’t until Ian Doyle that Aaron really understood the impact Emily had had on him, and when she was gone it had felt like a piece of him was missing as well.
But the want he was overcome with had built, steadily grown hidden in the back of his mind until now, until he dreamed about her and now it felt like he couldn’t go another moment without touching her. With a groan he pulled off his tie and undid the buttons on his shirt. He hung his suit jacked up and moved to his belt when there was a knock on the door.
He moved through the apartment quickly, only doing a few of the buttons of his shirt up as he looked through the peephole. And he wasn’t sure if he was relieved or terrified when he saw Emily on the other side.
“Open the door Hotch.” She said softly and he wasn’t surprised that she knew that he was watching her.
Slowly the door swung open, his hands still on one of the buttons as he stared quietly at her.
“Hi.” She breathed and he wanted to drag her inside right then and there. “Can I come in?”
He wordlessly stepped to the side and she walked inside, brushing past him and without thinking his hand wrapped around her wrist.
“What are you doing here Emily?” He asked and when she looked up at him, her face only inches from his he could clearly see way her cheeks flushed and lips parted.
“I think you know.” She whispered and her breath fell in soft puffs against his face. He watched as her eyes moved from his dark stare to his lips, felt how she turned her body into his and his finger wrapped tighter around her wrist.
“We shouldn’t…” He tried but he knew that they were already crossing the line, that she had been on to him all day and everything that had happened today suddenly made sense.
“Why?” She slowly reached her free hand up and wrapped it around his neck. He wanted to shudder as her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“There are… rules.” He swallowed when her stare turned darker and a smirk tugged on her lips.
“Rules are made to be broken; don’t you think?” Her fingers squeezed around his neck as she pressed her body into his. When she kissed him it was soft and teasing, almost a whisper against his lips before she pulled back to gauge his reaction.
Aaron looked at her for a moment, want and something more filling him and for once he didn’t think about his actions. He let go of her wrist and wrapped his hands around her waist instead, pulling her into him again. This kiss was harder, desperate in the way his tongue pushed between her lips and swallowed her gasp down.
Emily tangled her fingers in his hair as he pushed her against the nearest wall, his body pressing into her own as she started to claw on his shirt. She had wanted this, wanted him, for so long and now that it was finally happening she couldn’t seem to wait. She heard the clatter of the buttons of his shirt as she tore it open and her hands moved over his chest, feeling the muscle under warm skin.
“That was expensive.” He chuckled against her lips as his own hands moved to push her jacket over her shoulders.
“I don’t care.” She muttered back and this time he laughed, the sound flowing through the apartment and momentarily distracting her from her mission to get him undressed.
Aaron took advantage and got her shirt off her as well, his lips moved from her lips, down her neck and shoulder. He kneeled as he continued to kiss down her body, he licked a broad stripe between her breasts and Emily moaned softly. His kisses turned gentle as he kissed over her scars, his eyes moving up to hers and he could see the understanding in them. He was scared too, he knew the feeling of uncertainty that came with it.
“Keep going, please.” She whispered and he knew that she didn’t want to talk about it, that tonight wasn’t the time. So he kissed over her ribs, dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, making her laugh as he got her pants down her hips.
He grinned when he smelled her as he pulled her black panties down as well.
“Someone’s excited.” He commented as he grabbed her thigh to rest it on his shoulder.
“Well if someone would’ve taken the hint earlier we wouldn’t…” Her words die on her tongue as his lips trace the inside of her thigh, his stubble rough against her skin. She watches dumbfounded as he placed gentle kisses along her thigh, moving from the inside of her knee until he’s just short of touching her where she needs it. Then he places her leg back on the floor only to lift the other one onto his shoulder to give it the same treatment.
“Please.” She breathes without really noticing it, the ache between her legs thumping as he continues to tease her. His eyebrow arches and his eyes stare directly into hers as he presses his tongue against her clit. “Fuck…” Her head falls back against the wall and her eyes close and she hears him hum.
“Eye on me.” He tells her, his voice is low and thick and Emily shivers from the sound. When her eyes open he smiles, something dark and twisted that makes her stomach flutter and then his tongue is back between her legs. He licks the length of her, his tongue dipping into her and her hips buckle into him.
“You taste even better than I imagined.”
“Jesus Christ.” Emily gasped as his lips wrapped around her clit, making her entire body tremble. This was not what she had thought would happen when she got here, she had imagined her dragging him into bed and taking charge, but it was as if the moment he gave into her, he was in complete control. She shouldn’t have been surprised, everything about Aaron Hotchner screamed control freak. She doesn’t give it much more thought, because he’s pressing two fingers into her, curls them roughly and she lets out a strangled moan.
He feels her leg trembling as he continues to toy with her clit, her wetness is coating his hand, dripping down his wrist and it only motivates him. He keeps his eyes on her hooded ones and doubles his efforts. He sucks and licks over her clit, twists his fingers and when Emily’s fingers tug on his hair he knows she’s getting close.
She’s forcing her eyes to stay open and on his, can feel her orgasm building in record speed as he continues to eat her out like he’s never done anything else. She knows her grip on his hair must hurt, but she can’t bring herself to care, not when he groans against her wet flesh, the sound sending tingles up her spine.
“I’m so close.” She whispers and she swears she can see his already dark eyes turn black with want.
His tongue moves quicker over her clit, pushes harder against it as his fingers scissors inside of her before fucking into her a little faster and he feels her clenching around them.
“That’s it, let me feel it. Soak my fucking hand Em.” He pulls away just enough for her to hear him and when he sucks her clit back between his lips she comes undone with a breathy moan. His other hand press against her hips to keep her steady as she trembles through her high, his tongue and fingers moving until she’s gasping for air and jerking away from his touch. Once he’s sure she can stand on her own he sits back on his heels as he ignores the slight ache in them.
For a moment everything is still, the only sounds heard being Emily’s ragged breath.
“If I had known you were that good at giving head, I would have fucked you years ago.” She tells him with a laugh before lunging herself at him. They fall to the floor as Emily’s lips find his, tasting herself on his skin as Aaron kicks his pants and underwear off. She kisses and licks over his cheek and neck, gets his shirt off him as well as she straddles his lap.
He lets out a groan as her hand wraps around his shaft, it’s hard and swollen and the relief of finally feeling her touch makes him buckle into her touch. She jerks him slowly and he can’t look away from the image of her on top of him. When she moves higher and traps his shaft between her wet folds and his stomach his fingers tighten on her hips.
“Emily.” It’s strangled as is falls from his lips and she hums happily as she starts to grind against his cock, her wetness coating it.
“Yes Aaron?” She asks teasingly, happy to have regained some of her control. His fingers turn bruising on her skin as he looks up at her.
“Say it again.” He tells her and she shudders as her clit drags along the length of him.
“Aaron.” She whispers against his ear and he growls, low and rumbling and then he’s turning them so fast that she’s unsure of what’s happening until he’s filling her with one smooth thrust. “Oh my god!” She moans at the stretch of him and he groans into her neck before his teeth sink into it.
“You feel so good, fuck Em, so good.” He mutters before kissing her again. He pulls back, only to thrust into her again and she swallows up his groan. It’s hard, years of longing finally being released as they move together. He kisses her once more before moving up on his knees to be able to watch her. She’s panting, a flush over her chest and spreading over her cheeks, her dark hair is spread around her and he swears she’s never looked more beautiful.
“Don’t stop.” She pleads and so he doesn’t. He fucks into her with deep strokes and his thumb finds her clit. The sound that leaves her makes him groan, the moans falling from her lips only makes him want to hear them again.
He sees her muscles tense as her hands fumble for something to ground her and he knows that she’s getting close again.
“Let go, come for me again.” He growls and not even a minute later her back’s arching into the air and she’s coming with a sound almost resembling a sob as the pleasure overtakes her body. He gives her a moment to come down, slows his hips until her eyelids are fluttering open.
She doesn’t warn him before quickly sitting up and pushing him back until she’s straddling him again. She sinks down on him, grinds into his lap with a soft gasp as he grumbles against her lips.
“I want you to come inside of me.” She whispers as her hair curtains around them and she starts to move above him. “And then we’re drinking some water and then I’m fucking you again.”
He’s nodding before she’s even finished speaking, his own pleasure building and mind reeling from arousal. He watches as she straightens above him, her strong thighs pushing her up and down. For a moment he’s distracted by the way his shaft disappears into her body, but then he hears something fall to the floor besides him and he sees that Emily has removed her bra.
“Gorgeous.” He mutters before surging up to lick, bite and suck over the newly exposed skin. He tugs a nipple between his teeth and Emily gasps in return, so he does the same to the other one.
“Aaron…” She’s not sure how, but she’s coming again, her body moving on its own as she chases her pleasure. Her nails are for sure breaking the skin of his chest as she comes crumbling down, her orgasm ripping through her already spent body.
He follows right along with her, the clenching of her center around him enough to drag him with her and he groans her name into her skin as he lets the pleasure of his release envelope him. His hips jerk up against her, his mind blank of anything that isn’t Emily and pure bliss. She’s still in grinding into him subtly as he comes down, like she’s dragging his high out for as long as possible, until his hands on her hips still her.
“Let’s get into bed, it’s more comfortable.” He smiles as she nods with a chuckle and she gets up. Once they’re both standing he pulls her into another kiss, this one soft and gentle before taking her hand.
“Fucking on the floor was not the best idea.” She agrees as they make their way into his bedroom. “But definitely worth the bruises.” She climbs into his bed, easily makes herself comfortable as he stands by the edge of the bed, watching her with a smile.
He could see the marks left over from his lips and fingers and he felt a sense of pride that he would later deny, that this beautiful woman wanted him, wanted to be with him. It was definitely not what he had envisioned as he woke up that morning, but he wouldn’t want it any other way.
could u write something with aaron teaching emily to play golf ending with smut?
A/N: Okay so I know NOTHING about golf so the terminology is probably way off but we’re all ignoring that for the sake of my sanity. This is the second time this was requested, first time being from @wilding-flowers, I hope you like this my darling!
Title: Backswing and follow-through
Summary: Aaron teaches Emily how to golf. Wait no he doesn’t.
Word Count: 3k
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, in public, feelings, dirty talk
When Emily came back from Paris it didn’t take long until she found a new type of connection with Aaron. They had been friends before Doyle, bordering on something more but never once crossing that line, then she has to leave and everything is different. Not all of it bad, the bond between them only growing stronger as she settles back into her life in DC. But still, things are different, a new kind of understanding between them.
They didn’t need an explanation as one of them walked in with darker circles under their eyes, another night of not sleeping caused by nightmares no one else really understood. They didn’t need to talk about it, would only offer a smile as one of them inevitably left a cup of coffee on the other’s desk.
Things got easier the longer time went by and their friendship only grows, evenings spent together, sometimes with Jack as they talked about nothing and everything. It’s fun and easy in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time. It’s scary when she realizes that the line they never crossed before, is even more blurred now. She tries to hide her reaction to him as he innocently touches her shoulder or stands a little too close but there’s no denying the way her heart would race or the goosebumps that covered her arms.
Sometimes she thought he felt it too, the maddening want that simmered deep in her belly as his eyes would drift from her eyes to her lips or how he seemed to always find a place beside her. But then nothing would happen and Emily was sure it was all in her head.
“Are you excited for a few days off?” She asked as they packed up for the night. They would be off rotation and unless something massive happened, they would have four days off to recharge.
“Yes, but I’m sure I’ll end up doing paperwork anyways.” He shrugs as he waits for her to pack up the last of her things.
She rolled her eyes at him with a smile, not surprised at his response. He never seemed to be able to relax enough to completely let go of work.
“You have anything fun planned with Jack?” They fell into step with each other as they headed towards the elevator, the rest of the team having left a few minutes earlier.
“Yes he’s been wanting to practice his footwork so we’re playing soccer, but on Sunday Jessica asked to take him for the day and then he’ll stay there so she can take him to school on Monday.”
“So you’re getting a day to yourself? How will you ever survive?” She teased with a smile as she pushed the elevator button.
“I’m actually going to go golfing, haven’t done that in a while.” He saw her eyebrow arch in surprise. “Have you ever been?”
“Golfing?” She asked and he nods. “A couple of times. But I’m horrible.” She laughed and he chuckled.
“I’m sure that’s not true.” The doors open and as they reach her car he turns to her. “If you want and if you don’t have plans, I could teach you?”
“You sure you’d want that?” She asks as he opens the car door for her and she gets in as he looks at her with a gentle smile.
“You know I always enjoy your company.”
So that’s how she finds herself standing in the middle of a golf course watching Aaron swing a club and hitting the ball perfectly. She tries to keep from staring at him, tries to keep her eyes off his strong arms and wide shoulders as his body turns with the swing. She wants to ignore the way she notices the black material of his shirt tighten around his upper arms, how the shirt rides up a tiny bit and shows off a patch of skin above his pants, but she can’t. She feels hot, and she knows that it has nothing to do with the July heat and everything to do with the way the club looks tiny in his hands. Golf was not a sexy sport, but somehow watching Aaron swing a club made her clench her thighs to relieve some of the pressure between her legs.
“So you follow through on the swing, let the club do the work as you turn.” He tells her and Emily barely hears him over the way the blood rushes through her ears. “You try.”
She clears her throat as she stands with her feet apart and holds the club the way he told her earlier. She looks ahead and sees the flag in the distance, down to the white ball and swings the club. She hits the ball, but it’s nowhere near the direction it’s supposed to go and she hears Aaron try to suppress a laugh.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me Hotchner, I told you I was terrible at this.” She huffs and grabs another ball, determined to do better. She swings and in her resolve she uses too much power and almost sends the club flying. This time he does laugh and she turns to him with narrowed eyes.
“When you said you were bad, I didn’t think you meant this bad.” He walks closer to her, a grin still on his face as he turns her back around. His hands fall to her shoulders as he speaks behind her. “You need to release the tension here.” He presses against her shoulders and suddenly any irritation she felt towards him is replaced with something else entirely, the heat inside of her back in an instant.
Aaron moves his hands to her hips, turns her slightly into him and she fights every urge not to press back against his body. When his hands cover hers over the handle of the club she turns her face towards his, her shallow breaths hitting his cheek as he keeps his eyes on the hole ahead of them.
“Follow my lead, okay?” He asks and she nods as she swallows hard. His body turns and she turns with him, his chest pressed against her back and his hands tighten over hers and then he swings and she can’t think of anything but his proximity.
“Look at that.” He smiles at her and let’s go, leaving her dazed and confused as to what he’s talking about until she sees him look at the golf ball rolling on the grass, much closer to the hole than she had been. When he looks back at her he sees the way her cheeks are flushing, how she stares at him and he knows that he isn’t the only one feeling the attraction that he’s been forcing himself to hold back for years.
“Look at that.” She repeats and shakes her head slightly as she tries to clear the fog in her mind but she doesn’t miss the small smirk on his lips letting her know that she’s been caught staring at him. It’s a second of deliberation, of hesitation but then she sees the way he’s licking his bottom lip and she instantly knows that this isn’t one-sided, that he’s as affected as she is. “Can you show me again?” She grins knowingly at him and he nods.
Aaron grabs another ball and places it on the tea pin before moving behind her again, this time pressing closer to her. His hands move to her hips and pulls her hips flush against him and he hears her gasp.
Emily lets her body mold to his so tight that she feels his heartbeat against her back as he leans over her. She grinds her ass subtly against his hips and his grip on her tightens. If they weren’t in public she would have grabbed at him but for now she lets him control her movements as he covers her hands over the club again.
“Hold it.” He breathes against her neck and she sucks in a breath. “Focus.” He smiles against her skin when she shivers and then he pulls her body with his as they swing the club, neither of them really paying attention to the ball flying towards the hole.
She turns to face him again and his lips are dangerously close to hers, almost daring her to make the last move.
“Show me again.” She whispers against his jaw instead and she feels more than hears the rumble deep in his chest as her lips ghost along his skin. When she turns away from him again, she makes sure to push her hips even harder into him and she feels him, hard and straining in his pants. She’s not sure how she even hits the ball this time, her focus solely on the way his wide chest feels against her back. She knows that he does 95% of the job when he swings the club, her mind filled with nothing but how much she needs him.
“You’re not focusing.” He chastised gently as he moves to nip at her jaw and she lets her head fall back against him, a low moan leaving her parted lips as he finally put his lips against her heated skin. “Should we leave?”
“Yes.” She says breathlessly and he smiles at the way she’s so obviously affected by him. He was just as affected by her, but he clearly hid it better. They pack up and get in the golf cart and Emily is sure her mind goes blank when his hand fall to her thigh and gently squeezes as he drives them further away.
He stops the cart when they’re as far away from people as possible, hidden away behind trees. He carefully turns her face towards his, they had already crossed the line from friends, but even in the midst of arousal he wanted their first kiss not to be rushed. He had waited for this, waited for her to show even a fraction of what he already felt for her.
He leans in with his hand still on her jaw and Emily falls against him as they kiss. It’s soft, almost careful at first, his lips pressing against hers until she deepens it. The moment she does, soft seems to disappear and she fists his polo shirt as his hands move from her jaw to pull her even closer.
“Are we really about to have sex on a golf course?” She laughs breathlessly against his lips.
“I mean, in the cart.” He kisses down her jaw and throat, licks over her pulse as she moans. “Unless you want to wait?”
Waiting seemed like an impossibility, her body craving him to the point of madness already and she shook her head. Her hand fell to the button of his pants and made quick work to get them undone and sneaked her hand inside his boxers.
“I don’t want to wait.” She whispered as he groaned against her neck. The angle was a little awkward but she made it work as she worked him over. She felt his teeth against her neck, heard his low growl and her body immediately reacted to the sound.
He pulled her hand away from him after a few moments, only to get her pants undone and dragged them, along with her underwear down her hips. He looked around quickly, but they were hidden away and it made him relax as he pushed his own pants down.
Emily straddled his hips with a smile, her lips finding his again as his fingers moved through her wet folds.
“You’re so wet.” He groaned as he pushed first one, then two fingers inside of her.
“You really think now is a good time to tease?” She pants as he curls his fingers, her lips hover over his. “This is a crime you know.”
He can’t help the chuckle that escapes but he knows that she’s right and they have to be fast. He pulls his fingers away from her and sucks them between his lips, another groan leaving him at the taste of her. He winks at her when she stares down at him with flushed cheeks and jaw slack before kissing her again, pushing the taste of herself onto her tongue.
Emily suppressed the loud moan she wants to let out as she sinks down on him slowly, lets his lips against hers muffle her sounds as he stretches her. It takes her a moment, the feeling of him inside of her almost too much before she gets used to it.
“Fuck…” Her head falls back as she starts to slowly roll her hips against his, sinking up and down on him as his hands fall to her hips to help guide her.
“You’re so tight.” He says through clenched teeth as he watches the pleasure on her face. He pushes her shirt up with one hand, exposing her black bra and then pulls it down enough to expose her breast. He sucks a nipple between her lips and is rewarded by Emily moaning as her fingers find their way to his hair. He groans at the feeling of her nails scratching against his scalp, his hips rutting up against her in response.
“Fuck you feel so good.” She gets out through clenched teeth, wants nothing more than to let every moan and sigh out but knowing that she can’t is only making her more aroused. The slight danger of what they’re doing making her crave him even more. She moves harder above him, her muscles burning with the effort as the cart starts rocking with them.
“Shit, Em.” He lets go of her breast only to kiss up her neck and pull her into a bruising kiss. Her hot center feels too good around him, and he knows that he wont last long, especially not when she starts to clench around him. “You close?”
“God, yes.” She pulls his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs with a smirk as his hands tighten around her hips.
“Do it, come on me right here.” He pulls away only to breathe against her ear. “Think you can do it? Come right here out in the open, no one can hear us you know so you have to be quiet.” He feels her fingers dig into his shoulder and her hips jerk desperately against his. “I can feel you baby, can feel how you’re gripping my cock. Come for me, show me how much you love it.”
“Jesus…” Emily clenches her eyes shut as he continues to mutter dirty words in her ear, only encouraging her until the heat inside of her becomes too much. She feels her thighs quivering as the pleasure shoots through her. She lets out a strangled moan that he’s quick to muffle by kissing her as her body gives in to her orgasm, the pleasure blinding until she collapses, breathless and sated against him.
“I could watch that forever.” He comments softly against her ear and she hums in response. He gives her time to come down, kisses gently along her skin until her hips starts to grind against his again. “Stand up and bend over the seat.” He whispers and she smiles at him before climbing off his lap.
Emily bends over the seat and he’s quick to move behind her, his warm fingers trailing along her back as he does. He’s back inside of her before she has time to think, his cock hitting deep and hard as he pulls her against him with each thrust. She bites her arm to keep from screaming out and her hands clutch at the leather of the seat to keep from falling forward.
“Feel so good, so tight.” He mumbles as he watches the way her body takes him, his eyes fastened on his thick shaft disappearing inside of her. Emily’s muffled moans fills his ears as he fucks into her, the sound already addicting. He moves one hand around her body, his fingers finding her clit and Emily tenses.
“Aaron, please.” She whimpers as he starts building her pleasure up again, his finger gentle but fast on her clit. It doesn’t take long, only minutes before she starts spasming and she’s happy that her upper body is rested on the seat when her legs give out from the immense pleasure he’s causing.
The tight clenching around him is enough to get him to the edge as well. He cums with a groan that’s too loud but he’s too delirious to care as he spurts inside of her, his hips jerking against her still trembling body as they both give in to their pleasure.
If he could he would have taken more time to savor it, but in the distance he hears the distinctive sound of another golf cart, combined with voices and he quickly pulls up his boxers and pants and Emily does the same. She fixes her bra and shirt, eyes still dazed and long hair a mess, she had never looked more beautiful to him.
“Ready to get out of here?” He asks as they settle into the cart, his hand automatically finding hers.
“Yes, absolutely.” She angles his face and stamps a kiss on his lips, lingers against him a little longer than she has to but finding it hard to pull away. “How about we go back to your apartment and we’ll to that again?”
Emily doesn’t leave his apartment until the following morning, only leaving because she needed a change of clothes. When she gets to work she runs into Penelope and JJ by the elevator.
“How was your four days off?” She asks and listens to JJ tell her about Henry and Michael and Penelope tells them about another movie night with Derek.
“Oh, hey!” Penelope asks just as the elevator doors open and they make their way into the bullpen. “How was golfing? Did you kick boss-man’s ass?”
Emily’s eyes locks with Aaron’s as he’s standing with Dave on the catwalk outside of his office.
“It was… enlightening.” She smiles, her grin wide as he smiles back while JJ and Penelope look between them, both blondes wondering what the hell they had missed.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you 3/3
Summary: Emily and Aaron get married, then divorce but do they find their way back to each other?
Chapter title: Love is what makes the ride worthwhile
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 4700k
Warnings: Smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of death, fluff, angst
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you - Part 1/3
A/N: So this is a extended version of one of the smut prompts I’ve done, the idea still stuck with me. I hope you like it!
Chapter title: We love because it’s the only true adventure
Rating: Excplicit
Word count: 5100k
Warnings: Smut, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death, fluff, angst
Summary: There were too many reasons why he shouldn’t give in to his attraction towards Emily Prentiss. But all those reasons he’s spent months focusing on disappears the moment he finds himself alone with her in a motel room.
Rating: Explicit
Overall story warnings: Angst, cheating, smut
Chapter warning: Smut, feelings, consumption of alcohol
Okay then i have an angst request, i'm really curious about how you could write it.
It could be a one shot or a multi fic, that's up to you, but since it's not a good time for me, my coping mechanism is to read sad things or listen to sad music lmao.
could you write a fic in which emily or aaron discovers that the other one cheated on them? i really like sad things 😅
Hi Anon! I'm sorry you're going through a tough time and I hope this helps even a little bit! It's not completely unhappy because I couldn't do that to them, but I hope you still like this.
Tite: Wherever you will go, I'll follow
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Angst, cheating, hurt
She never would have expected it. Never would have even thought it. Maybe that’s why it comes as a shock, hits her like a ton of bricks that makes her crumble into tiny pieces that she’s afraid no one would ever be able to put back together.
He comes home late from the office, it wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the way he dropped his briefcase on the floor, his tidiness always something she teased him about. When he looked at her with nothing short of agony her first thought was that someone died.
“Honey, honey what’s wrong?” She hurried to him, arms automatically finding his shoulders but he flinches at her touch. “Did something happen? Is someone hurt?” She tries to pull him close but he stands firm, body leaking tension in a way she hasn’t seen in years. “Aaron what happened?”
They’re still in the hallway of the house they bought together less than a year ago when his teary eyes meet hers and she can’t think straight over the insistent thumping of her heart.
“I-I made a mistake.” His voice shook as he tried to keep his composure, the previously unshed tears now rolling down his cheek. “I cheated on you.”
And her world stops.
He tells her that it was a mistake, that it was just a kiss that meant nothing, alcohol not an excuse but still impairing his judgement. She sits in silence as he tries to explain what was the worst decision of his life, and she believes him when he tells her as much, but she can’t even bring herself to look at him.
She’s frozen to her spot on the couch, chin leaning on her hands as he sits beside her, desperately trying to bring her back to him. And she can’t look at him.
“Emily?” He tries carefully after a few minutes of silence. He can see the way she tenses as he says her name and he wants nothing more than to erase the last twelve hours. He still couldn’t believe that he kissed someone else, no matter how much he’d had to drink or how in the moment it didn’t seem like a big deal. He knew it was, the moment another woman’s lips were on his he felt nauseous, his stomach twisting dangerously at his own actions. He could see it on her as well, the look on her face unlike anything he’d seen before.
“Em?” He says again and makes the mistake of reaching out to touch her. She jerks away so fast it almost startles him.
“I need some time.” She stands as she speaks, her tone low and agonizingly detached. He had only heard her speak in that tone to her mother and he closes his eyes in defeat.
He watches helplessly as she walks away from him, fights everything in him that screams at him to follow her. He knows that she needed space, he understood why, but as she slipped away he felt himself falling into oblivion.
“Emily I love you.” He blurts out and she stops in the doorway, her hand holding onto the frame like her life depended on it.
“I love you too, but I don’t know if we can get past this.” She doesn’t turn to him even when she hears the shaky inhale from him, can’t think of anything but needing to not be in the same space as him.
Aaron stays silent as she walks away, her footsteps sounding further and further away as she makes her way up the stairs. He’s not sure for how long he sits there. He remembered this feeling from years ago when he was still married to Haley. He was no stranger to the self-loathing, but the anxiety that Emily might walk away from him was new, something settling in his chest and spreading through him until all he could feel was agony.
He didn’t know why he did it, had no reason or excuse other than that he was an idiot. He fell for a flirty smile and bright eyes. Maybe he missed the way Emily used to look at him like that, years ago before they even got together. But he knew that the life he had with her, the life they built together was worth everything and now when he was on the verge of losing it he couldn’t believe how stupid he had been.
He finally makes his own way up the stairs as the first streams of sunshine peeps through the curtains, alerting him that he’s been there all night. He looks into Jack’s room on his way to theirs, sees his young son sleeping soundly with his superhero toy tucked under his arm. Jack had been sick and Jessica had been out of town, that’s why Emily had stayed behind on this case. To care for the child she raised as her own and this is what he did to her? He wanted to punch himself, he wanted Emily to scream and kick and claw at him, he wanted to hurt.
He finds Emily on their bed, she’s facing away from the door, her body tucked into herself. She hasn’t slept, hasn’t been able to do anything besides lying in their bedroom, on their bed staring at the wall. She doesn’t turn even when he knows she hears him, even when the bed dips behind her.
The first sob comes, raw and broken in her throat when his arm wraps carefully around her middle. The familiar feeling of his body makes her give in to the emotional turmoil from the last few hours.
He doesn’t say anything as she cries, the sobs rocking her body as she tries to keep from waking Jack up. He feels his own tears falling, dropping onto her neck and mixing with hers on her skin. But she doesn’t move away and he keeps silent as he lets her feel everything she’s feeling.
She turns in his arms, inhales the sent of him as she presses as close to him as she can. She couldn’t imagine life without him, couldn’t imagine not growing old with him. It was confusing, doubts making her head spin as he holds her against him. She’s not sure for how long they lay like that, her tears staining his shirt and his warm hands pressing against her back. She does not know when she stopped crying or when she realized that he was whispering against her ear, the words so quiet and soft that she didn’t realize he was speaking.
“I love you, I’m sorry, I am so sorry. Don’t leave me. Please I can’t be without you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you.” He mumbles the words, repeating them over and over until her soft hand cups his cheek. He looks into the eyes of the woman he wanted to marry, the dark orbs clouded by emotions as she looks up at him.
“Tell me what happened.” She says softly and he realizes that this was his chance, his one chance to make it right.
“We closed the case but couldn’t fly out because of the storm. We went out, I drank, I drank too much.” He shakes his head as he tries to rid himself of the memories. “There was this woman. She flirted, I guess I must have liked it.”
“Y-you liked it?” She tensed against him, his words making the hurt feel even deeper in her chest.
“I think I liked the feeling of it.” He doesn’t try to hold her when she rolls away from his arms, only waits to see if she would leave. When she stays on her back, eyes locked on the ceiling he continues slowly. “I know it’s stupid, but I felt like a man. But when she kissed me I felt nothing.” He rolls onto his side and leans on his elbow, letting her have her space but makes sure that she can see his face. “I felt nothing. I immediately thought of you, of what I’ve ruined.”
Emily stared at him, could see nothing but honesty in his eyes, could feel the desperation leaking from his skin. It’s quiet between them for a long time, Emily’s thoughts on memories of them, of the dreams they had made together, Aaron’s thoughts on how he couldn’t imagine his life without her.
“Just a kiss?” She asked quietly and he released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
“Just a kiss.” He promised as he gently stroked her cheek.
“It meant nothing?” She can feel the tears falling from the corner of her eyes again, slowly making their way into her hair and onto his fingers.
“Nothing.” He wipes the tears, ignores his own as they cloud his vision. “You’re the only one that matters. I was an idiot and I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, but please, please try.” His voice cracks as he begs for her forgiveness. He leans his forehead against hers and when Emily’s soft hands gently holds his face he can’t help the strangled cry of anguish and relief.
“I love you. I’ll always love you.” He whispers against her face.
“I love you too.” She kisses him, tentative and soft and unsure. But it’s Aaron and it’s them and she owed them both to try and work this out. “Okay.” She whispers once they break apart, her hands still holding his face close.
“Okay?” He asks, not quite believing his own ears.
“Okay, I’ll try to forgive you.” She isn’t sure she’s making the right decision, isn’t sure if they would be able to work through it. But she knew that she wanted to, knew that she loved him more than she’d ever thought she’d be able to love another person, the only one higher on that list was the little boy asleep down the hall. So for them, all of them, she would try her hardest.
THIS is exactly what i thought about as soon as i finished it, but i'm not english mother tongue and that would have been difficult to explain. so, yeah, i post the whole comment.
you, my friend, are so talented it hurts. i just hope to read more angst from you because, yeah, you are a smut goddess, but i think i've just fell in love with your angst!
Summary: There were too many reasons why he shouldn’t give in to his attraction towards Emily Prentiss. But all those reasons he’s spent months focusing on disappears the moment he finds himself alone with her in a motel room.
so emily and aaron were married, but then they divorced and she went to london.
she comes back and they fight at the beginning, but they still love eachother.
one day, while the team is out drinking, they play a game, like truth or dare and aaron has a dare to go and flirt with a woman. emily gets jealous. so at the end of it they have very passionate sex
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, jealousy, feelings, consumption of alcohol
She always thought that if she ever married Aaron, it would last forever. But life wasn’t that kind and Ian Doyle came back into her life and made it all fall apart. They divorced, the fall-out of the hurricane that had been Doyle too much for them to come back from. And she moved away. London had been good to her, exactly what she needed as she learned how to live again, how to love. But she missed DC, her life, and when she had the chance to come back to the team, she didn’t hesitate.
Working side by side with your ex-husband wasn’t easy, not that she expected it to be. But she hadn’t expected his anger, his resentment at her past or the way he treated her like she was a stranger again. It was hard and for weeks she wondered if coming back really had been the best decision. But then they are in the field and there’s no time to doubt your team and she finds that they still work together flawlessly under pressure, that they still communicated without words.
She never stopped loving him, maybe that was part of the problem.
Weeks go by, then months and somewhere along the way they learn to trust each other again, and she remembered the man she fell in love with all those years ago.
“I still love you.” She whispered one night when they were working late, them the only one still in the office. His eyes snap to hers, almost pleading with her as she meets his gaze. “I just wanted you to know that.”
Aaron doesn’t reply, doesn’t know what to say because despite everything, he still loved her as well. She takes his silence as a rejection and with humiliation stitched into her skin she hurries out of the office. And they don’t talk about it again.
Barley three weeks later they’re all out. The bar is too loud, too crowded and Emily does not want to be there. But she forces a smile on her face as she pretends she’s having fun blowing off steam.
“We should play a game!” Penelope’s eyes are wide with the excitement that always seem to be contagious. “Like truth or dare!”
“What are we, 12?” Emily can’t help to mumble and she watches as the blonde rolls her eyes at her tone.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Derek laughs as he wraps his arm around her shoulders. “I’ll start. JJ, truth or dare.” He continues even as Emily tries to get out of his hold.
“Truth.” The blonde purses her lips.
“Will is from the south, does that mean he’s good at…going south?” Derek waits for her to catch on and when she does he grins at her widening eyes.
“Derek!” She chastises and pushes at his shoulder while the rest of the team laughs. “But yes, he is.” She answers and the laughs get louder as Penelope high-fives JJ.
They continue, Derek is dared to jump onto the bar and dance, Penelope does a body shot, Dave and Spencer answers questions they never would have answered hadn’t the drinks been flowing.
“Aaron, truth or dare.” Dave finally gets to ask, he’s been waiting since the beginning of the night to finally push his friends back together, already knowing how he would do it.
“Dare.” He mutters and Derek whistles in excitement.
“Go and ask that blonde over there for her number, she’s been looking at you all night.” Dave looks at Emily as the rest of the team turns to look at the woman. She was tense, biting the inside of her cheek as she stared down at the table, clearly trying to keep her rage towards him at bay.
“Well, a dare’s a dare right.” Aaron says and with that, he’s gone.
Emily can feel the jealousy like fire in the pit of her stomach, can’t focus on anything else but Aaron talking to another woman only a few feet away and when the night is finally over, her every thought is of him.
It’s a split-second decision when she asks the cab driver to keep driving and take her to Aaron’s apartment instead of getting out as he parks outside of her building.
She can’t hear over the blood rushing through her ears as she knocks on the familiar door. When he opens the door he’s already in sweats, hair wet from his shower.
“Em, what are you doing here?”
“Is she here?” She marches into his home, pushes past him without a second thought.
“No. Of course she isn’t.” He closes the door with a small smile. She rarely got jealous, but when she did, he had always found it hot. “She didn’t stand a chance.”
She turns to face him so fast that he wonders how she even kept her balance. Her eyes are burning with want and anger, her body vibrating with it as she moves towards him.
“I only want you. Things are complicated but…” His words are cut off by her lips against his as she lunges herself at him. Her fingers fists in his short hair, her tongue forcing itself between his lips as she presses as close to him as she can.
Aaron groans as he wraps his arms around her, his hands moving over familiar curves as they claw at each other.
Once he’s on his bed they’re already naked, Emily straddling him with hooded eyes and a smirk on her face.
“Do you want me?” She whispers as she grinds against his hard shaft. Her lips graze his neck, the tip of her tongue licks along his jaw.
“Yes, fuck yes.” He pulls her down by a firm hold on her hips. “I want you.” He tells her as their eyes meet. He’s aching for her and she seems to sense it because only seconds later she sinks down on his length.
“I missed you.” She mumbles against his lips as she starts to circle her hips.
“I missed you too.” His fingers dig into her flesh as she clenches around him. “So much.”
Emily doesn’t hold back the low moans and sighs as she moves on top of him. She supports herself on his chest as she picks up the pace, rides him hard and fast as the pleasure of him slowly overtakes her. When she comes it’s loud and breathy, her thighs clenching and back arching as Aaron holds her through it.
He switches them around before she’s even come down fully, hovering above her as she tries to catch her breath.
“Again.” He grunts with a kiss as he fucks into her, his fingers already finding her clit as he rises on his knees.
Emily lets out a sound in between a laugh and a sob, her body reacting to him like it always had. She grips the covers in her hand as he starts to thrust against her. He’s sweaty and his gaze predatory as he moves between her spread legs and she can see that he’s nearing the edge as well.
Aaron pulls on a nipple, circles her clit faster, changes the angle of his thrusts slightly and then she’s coming again.
She screams as he pushes her over the edge for a second time, her mind empty except from the pleasure she’s experiencing as he makes her fall apart.
“Fuck Em, so good.” His head falls back as she squeezes around him, the feeling enough to make his own release rush through him and he comes with a deep groan. He falls down next to her in exhausted pleasure once he’s done, Emily quickly wrapping her leg and arm around him as he pulls her closer.
“We’re doing this? Again?” He asks once they’ve both caught their breath.
“What? Fucking or us?” She smiles into his neck when he chuckles.
“Both.”
“Yeah, we’re doing this again. All of it.” She feels the tension leak from his body and she knew that this time, everything would work out.
Summary: There were too many reasons why he shouldn’t give in to his attraction towards Emily Prentiss. But all those reasons he’s spent months focusing on disappears the moment he finds himself alone with her in a motel room.
