maria | 22 | @mariasont
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maria | 22 | @mariasont
hi honey bunches this is where i reblog all of my amazing fellow criminal minds writers <3
find my main account here for my writing!
more andrew âpopeâ cody tho(ugh)ts
pope who tries to teach you how to protect yourself. just in case! what if someone broke in? or tried to hurt you to get back at pope + his family? you needed to be able to defend yourself! so he teaches you how to use a gun, throw a punch, escape zip ties, etc.
but just imagine pope practicing your punches with you. he has you hitting the pads on his hands, urging you to give it your all, nitpicking your stance. once he thinks you are ready heâll actually hit back. he goes at like maybe 10%, just giving you something to dodge.
you arenât taking it very seriously. because you always have pope around! heâs like your personal guard dog, always protecting you, sticking close. he gets a little annoyed knowing that you think this is a joke. but he knows the kind of people his family is involved, the enemies they have. thatâs why he is adamant you have some ability to defend yourself. he wants you to understand just how serious things can be.
so one second you are attempting to punch him and the next you are on the ground. he has his beefy arm around your neck, legs hooking over your own. you are completely and utterly trapped. you canât move. he doesnât tighten the headlock enough to impede your breathing but enough to make your heart rate kick up a notch.
you squirm in his grasp, attempting to escape but you are trapped. âandy,â you whine. you squeeze his forearm, still tucked under your chin, trying to pry him off but he doesnât budge.
ânuh uh.â he clicks his tongue. âyou gotta actually try, sweetheart. canât just mess around. âm just trying to keep you safe.â
his chest is warm, solid and bare against your back. you can feel his sweaty skin against you. the sun was hot in the backyard of the little place you two had together, where he had set up for your âtrainingâ, even placed out mats so you wouldnât get hurt.
and instead of making you want to actually try, you just wanna jump his bones.
one thing leads to another and he has you pressed against the mat. he pulls your flimsy little workout shorts down your legs, along with your panties.
âfuck,â he groans against your ear as he swipes his thick fingers through your folds. âyouâre soaked. all this from me manhandling you? nasty girl.â
but you both know he loves it. so he wraps his arm back around your throat, bicep pressing against your windpipe.
he pushes down his boxers enough to free his now aching cock before pushing himself into your waiting cunt. and you take him sooo well, all warm and wet just for him. he doesnât last long as he rolls his hips against yours, soaking in every choked moan you let out. but then again, he never lasts long when heâs inside you <3
so today itâs my birthday and iâm dying to ask you this because your masterpiece writing, can i ask you to write a robby had a forbidden relationship with jack daughter and jack find out they having sex on reader bed old room in obviously jack house. hope this acceptable đĽş
can wait for your other works đŤśđť
an untenable situation - dr. robby x reader
Summary: Youâve been secretly seeing your dad Jackâs best friend Robby for the better part of a year. When he walks in on the two of you in your childhood bedroom, youâre all finally forced to confront it.
Tags/Notes: dbf!robby x jackâs daughter!reader, forbidden relationship, established relationship fingering, unprotected piv, getting caught, fistfight, hurt/comfort
Content: taboo relationship, violence (robby getting punched), and i mean there are zero situations in which fucking a girl youâve known since birth is ethical, so, do with that what you will. i did age down robby a little to slightly reduce the creepiness bc i wasnât going for dark/corruption and i wanted him and jack to be more direct peers
A/N: obviously i wrote this pretty fast and didn't proofread so i could post today so everyone be cool & also happy birthday!
Word Count: 3.3k
NSWF kingdon prompt you say? how about: âAre you holding back? Donât.â
additional tags: platonic spankings between friends <3 yay <3; medical conferences; rip to that hyatt regency hotel room desk
The first time Mel properly worked with James, the floppy-haired MS-3 said he wanted to âkill himselfâ eight times during their twelve-hour shift.Â
Wellâto be specificâhe said he wanted to âk-wordâ himself, which Mel learned was an important distinction. If James was going around saying I messed up so bad during this (insert ED medical procedure or patient interaction here) and it makes me want to kill myself, that would be enough to indicate an imminent risk of a suicide attempt, and Mel would have to file a mandatory report.Â
But, instead, âk-wordâ worked as a placeholderâa term-born from the bowels of TikTokâs censorship guidelines. Juvenile enough that Mel knew he wasnât actually serious, only experiencing a minor, slight inconvenience to his day: dropping his vanilla, hazelnut drizzle double-shot latte all over the floor of the break room; patient lab results not coming back quick enough; unable to find an available vein during a blood draw; walking into the wrong patient room due to misreading the board; breaking sterile field during an emergency surgical observation.Â
All just cause for James to mutter under his breath about all the ways he was going to end it all.Â
Now, standing inside her sort-of friendâs and fellow ACEP conference attenderâs hotel room at the Hyatt Regency in Nashvilleâdowncast eyes locked in on the ratty bunny slippers she hastily threw on before she could lose her nerveâMel finally understands where James was coming from.Â
Because, yeah, in the midst of Frankâs awkward, choking-sound response to her blurted out request, Mel was pretty sure she wanted to k-word herself.
Hard.Â
Sink deep down into the Earthâs crust underneath the Honky Tonk Highway where bachelorette parties and lonely, country-singing dude bros could thoroughly walk over her grave until the end of human existence hard.Â
All due to one, currently unanswered question.
âWill you spank me, please?âÂ
this is a small love letter to the wonderful @monnaow for this beautiful post that infiltrated my dreams last night and i couldn't stop thinking about it. so, i had to whip something up. (if you'd like me to remove the tag, please let me know!)
(dom/sub dynamics, explicit content, no editing so sorry for mistakes!)
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Mel is not fond of the feeling that encompasses her when she can't do something right.
Tests, procedures, her job, successfully navigating difficult conversations, avoiding conflicts - the list goes on and on and on. The more she gets right, the better she feels. Doesn't everyone feel that way? That nice little warmth that blossoms low in her belly, the feeling of her heart swelling five times the size in her chest as if it'll break through her chest cavity from the excitement alone.
learning sign language so you can make inappropriate comments to spencer while at work and you sign âwant to suck your cockâ and spencer just looks at you all bewildered like âsince when did you know ASL?â
dirty talking to spencer in ASL genre: sfw with sexual innuendos word count: 1,8k a/n: a lil something while i'm working on kinkfest :)
Spencer Reid is a man of many talents. People say â well, specifically, Spencer once told you that learning a new skill is easiest around the age of ten and how the process will be more difficult once you reach the age of eighteen. Something about neural connections forming rapidly, the unconscious system, the critical period⌠To be honest, you lost your focus the moment he mentioned the new skill heâd learned: sign language.Â
Spencer was excited to tell you about this new skill. He already knew a handful of languages, from Russian to Yoruba, but what appealed to him most about ASL was the hand motions. How he didnât need to pronounce any of the words. You still chuckle to yourself when the memory of him pronouncing a Spanish sentence pops up in your head. How vividly you could picture Elle correcting him. There was nothing funny about him using ASL, though. In fact, you remember the way your throat tightened and your cheeks heated when his hands started moving â long fingers, decorated in veins, flexing into different symbols at a speed that other beginners would envy.
âThat means âI love you, and that sweater looks pretty on youâ.â
You had laughed. Had leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips. âI love you,â you replied. A hot pink flush made its way onto his face, a shy smile tugging on his lips.Â
âDoes this mean youâll be speaking to me in sign now?â
SBAJSBSIDNDINF
im obsessed with this and also obsessed with reader being so desperate to talk dirty with her boyfriend that she tells a librarian that thereâs a serial killer on the loose and the one important book she needs is a beginnerâs guide to asl đđđđđđđđđ like girl pls
purple lace bra
A/N: wish y'all could see the explosion that happened when i was listening to purple lace bra for the thousandth time and then saw that tattoo pic on twt. anyways. based on this post. p.s. do we like the new fic color layout pls say yes
summary: in which spencer knows better than to let you go home with a loser, which has nothing to do with his recent discovery of your tattoo. obviously.
cw: smut 18+ minors dni, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), enemies to lovers, brat tamer!spencer heheh
wc: 3.5k
The condensation dripping down his glass does nothing to quell the white hot emotion rising within Spencer. The death grip he has on it is about a few minutes away from bursting and shattering everywhere if he doesnât find a way to calm himself down. Thatâs not in the cards for him however, not for as long as he keeps watching you across the bar talking to Ryan from cyber crimes.
Heâs not supposed to feel this way about you. Heâs not supposed to feel any way about you. The majority of your time together as coworkers is spent at each otherâs necks with no room for logic, only malice.
But he sits at a table in OâKeefes, awkwardly hanging off the edge of the seat listening to Derek and Emily talk about god knows what.
You look very interested in your conversation from what Spencer can tell, your body language certainly shows it. Youâre leaning in just a bit too close for comfort into Ryan, laughing loudlyâand fakelyâat Ryanâs dumb jokes. You donât move away when Ryan lays a hand on your waist, tilting your head up so itâs a few inches from his.
âLook at you, just couldnât help yourself? If iâd known this was all it would take to keep you quiet I wouldâve had you on your knees for me ages ago.â
youâ youâ iâ whenâ
my brain is empty rn no thoughts just spencer being an ass to me while he rails me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im sick !!!!!! i hate him !!!!!! i need him so bad !!!!!!!
arya idk how u do it !!!!! genius
gala
who? spencer reid (season 7) x fem!reader summary: when you need a date for a gala in DC, there's only one person you're willing to call on, and spencer has to make it known how hard it is to restrain himself around you, especially in that dress. word count: 2.4k content warnings: munch!spencer, spencer calls r ma'am and sweetheart, r wears a red silk dress, no use of y/n, 18+ minors dni a/n: can you tell i stole the gradient idea from @mggslover? thank you for enabling me tonight bby <3 check out more mayor!reader here
You hadnât meant to call him â debating it in business class with your entourage settled in around you. The press secretary insists that itâs bad PR to go to the gala alone, held in honour of the city officials of California after some of the worst wildfires youâve seen in history. The thought makes you uncomfortable, especially with the kinds of dresses that have been packed for you.
Still, you think, at least Iâm not giving a speech. Even if the realisation that you wouldnât be getting any airtime at the gala had made the PR team livid. And having passed the midpoint of your second term made it worse, knowing that the next target was a governorship. As much as it made your skin crawl, the team had pulled together an elaborate set-up in the wake of the fires, propping you up to give one of the best speeches of your career, rallying first responders and the neighbourhood.
The handwritten letters had been your idea, personally writing to grieving members of your community, and the people had taken to social media, making you one of the highest rated city officials in the state over your response to the fires. The fact that public rating hadnât been the point went over everyoneâs heads.
Part of you is tired of this â of the constant hovering, checking your angles, turning you into the perfect doll. Itâs a halter-top dress, red silk hugging your waist, and matching heels that are gonna be murder at the end of the evening, hair swept into a chic bun to show off pearl earrings. Perfectly put-together for the camera.
Youâre going over the itinerary of the evening when he knocks on your door, already ajar, and stepped inside, closing it behind him, wearing a tuxedo, the bow-tie slightly wonky â something that would give your press secretary a heart attack. His lips parted a little at the sight of you, hazel eyes tracing the outline of your dress, and his Adamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed, mustering the courage to meet your eyes. âHi,â he said meekly at your apologetic smile.
saw my name and perked up so fast u donât even know LOL
but this was soooooooo good. reader being a mayor? GIRLBOSS!!!!!!! and spencer calling her maam? shewwwww i almost died i think. gasping for air actually
Tongue Tied - A.H x Reader x S.R
About: Spencer has never been edged before and when the idea arises, you and Aaron are more than happy to help. ButâŚthe idea gets abandoned when Spencer gets head instead.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, dom!hotch, dom!reader, sub!spencer, edging, hands tied together, slight degradation, praise, handjobs, oral (m), aaron gives spencer a blowjob, making out, etc.
Word Count: 2.0k
A/N: border is made by @cafekitsune !! also i do NOT ship hotchreid. i am just a whore and love the idea of threesomes where they explore their dynamic together. if you donât like, just donât read or comment!! not proof read because iâm lazy
RAAAAAAAAAAA
im bouncing off the walls right now
u sure did do the damn thing and u did it fantastically
itâs even better than the first time i read it im foaming at the mouth
BEST WORST DATE EVER
pairing: aaron hotchner x fake!fiancee!reader summary: you finally score a date with your favourite FBI agent but none of it goes to plan. warnings | an: everything that could possibly go wrong goes wrong, reader wears dress, heels & makeup, reader also has hair rollers in for a sec, fluff, the usual romcom feels, kissing in the rain, two fools falling in love. word count: 4.2k
â§ masterlist | pt. one pt. two pt. three
Finally, after literal weeks, the stars â or, more accurately, the schedules â had aligned, and you had a date booked in your diary, with the only FBI agent who had ever made you forget how to spell your own name. Aaron Hotchner. The man who singlehandedly caused your brain to malfunction whenever he so much as breathed in your direction, or replied to your texts with perfect punctuation and no smiley faces.
This was it.
AND EVERYBODY CHEERED !!!!! (at them kissing, not her series of unfortunate events)
the banter in this fic was sooooo delicious love love love loveeeee
kisses & kudos for u!!!!! i love them đđ
called you again | s.r.
in which you make a late night phone call to your ex-boyfriend because you're convinced he's the only thing that can lull you to sleep
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst (h/c) content warnings: exes but they're still in love so... a lot of yearning, briefly mentions a bau case, inspired by a mattress and a tiktok. word count: 1.84k a/n: shout out to whichever anon from yesterday told me to post this!! you're a real one
Rolling over on your bed again, you tugged the comforter over your shoulder, hoping the fabric would form a cocoon around you. Mimicking the feeling of someone behind you, warm arms wrapped around you. You begged for the comfort that you needed in order to fall asleep, but sleep never came.Â
Your exhaustion had come and gone, any hint of sleepiness wiped away when you moved from your couch to your bed. Insomnia had come to find you, a face so familiar that you had begun to greet sleepless nights with open arms.Â
On your nightstand, your phone buzzed. Likely a social media notification or a news email telling you the end was near, but you rolled over anyway on the off chance that it was a text. Every night, you remind yourself that you should turn on do not disturb, but youâd spent years waiting for your phone to buzz at all hours, hoping for the opportunity to tell Spencer how your day was. Thatâs why you had to check your phone, hoping to see the contact with the heart next to it, remaining unchanged since you broke up with him two months ago.Â
Cringing at the blue light on your sensitive eyes, you squinted at the notification. It was an email, holding the weekly advertisement for the grocery store. You tried to resist the disappointment that roiled in your brain, but it took over anyways. Disappointment that it wasnât Spencer and shame that youâd thought heâd reach out to you after everything that happened between you.Â
You clicked on your messages, looking at the short exchange from the day he came by to drop off a box of your things. Heâd brought you coffee. Youâd broken his heart two days before, and he brought you coffee from your favorite kiosk near his apartment. That kind of love was the epitome of Spencer Reid, and that was why it had killed you to let him go.Â
ardently is my favorite word so that was an immediate reblog from me
and ex spencer reid is my favorite person so that was another on sight reblog, maybe i should reblog twice to get my point across
BUT ANYWAY this was soul crushing & ur fics are always soul crushing so i dont know why i expected anything else (habitual self destruction perhaps)
the paragraph about pompeii? crazy. spectacular. made my jaw fall to the floor and then i never picked it back up, matter of fact itâs still there as i write this
10000/10 read thank u for being brilliant
(Ignore this if it got sent twice! Clearly Iâm excited!) but congratulations on 2k!!! I am SO happy and excited for you. You deserve it and so much more lovely! Iâd love to request Hotch x Reader + Couldnât Make it Any Harder by Sabrina Carpenter! Love all of your writing so much, but have not been able to stop thinking about your last angst piece!!
summary. Hotch really wished he could have loved you. He really tried to. But maybe love isn't made for him anymore.
words count. 2 392
song. couldn't make it any harder by Sabrina Carpenter
a/n. I can never thank you enough for your amazing support anytime I post something (and even when I don't ahah), I really hope you love this story (and I am sorry for the tears) đЎ
PARTICIPATE IN MY 2K CELEBRATION
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oh đđđđđđđ why would u do this to me đđđđ i canât stop sobbing đđđ
but this was so brilliant and so hurtful and so good and argh my heart hurts i need to lie down
hotchner request :) i love love love your writing so much and heâs always so accurate!đ
maybe reader visiting him in the office late at night cause she missed him and wanted cuddles xx
There are two halves to your wanting him. The innocent half that wants to be held softly for softnessâ sake, and the half with an ulterior motive, who wants the afterglow, the rough and tumble and the hand behind your neck when itâs over, encouraging your face into his neck. These halves are equal, as implied, so it isnât salaciousness that drives you to his workplace, but you arenât without motive as you nudge your way into his office, skin still ever so slightly damp with lotions and oils.Â
And Aaron, he could read you if he needed to. If you falter and make him suspicious of you, he might watch too carefully and catch how much you miss him in something as small as a raised hand, so you enter the room with a good helping of bravado. âYou!â you whisper-shout, letting the door shut soundly behind you. âLovely man in the black suit! Warrantâs out for your arrest.âÂ
âWhat are the charges?â he asks, sitting back in his chair, a pen between two fingers.Â
âAbandoning yourâ me.â
âThatâs quite serious.âÂ
âThatâs what I thought,â you say with a mock sniff. You follow your segue around his desk, sniff quickly melted into wanting, leaning down as he angles his face upward for a fleeting hello-kiss.Â
He takes your arm before you can move away. âYou arenât abandoned. I was about to leave.âÂ
âI donât trust your definition of about to,â you say lightly.Â
Aaron clears a space for you on his desk. You sit on it squarely, ready to wait for half an hour as he wraps his loose ends. You worry sometimes he wouldnât make it home if it werenât for you reminding him so physically.Â
âDo you ever get sick of seeing me here?â you ask.Â
You always wind up like this on his desk, dark lacquer wood under your thighs, your foot tapping against the stem of his chair as he works.Â
âObviously I donât,â he says without heat, âI think the work would go a lot quicker if you were there more often.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
He raises his eyebrows at your tone. âAre things more urgent than I thought?â he asks, hint of a smile in the lines either side of his eyes, the squinting that comes with smugness.Â
Itâd be easy to let him pull you to the centre of the desk, to let your legs fall to either side of him as he comes forward to kiss you, but the seconds draw longer, and you arenât close enough. A kiss wouldnât be enough to fix the thrumming thatâs taken root in your hands.Â
âI miss you,â you tell him, watching him closely, lest it be the wrong thing to say. âCouldnât stay away.âÂ
âI don't want you to stay away,â he says, matching your tone, something urgent in him then as he packs his things away and steers you down to the car, as he drives you home, as he sequesters you on the couch fully dressed.
He knows exactly how he wants you, and for once he isnât shy, pulling you against him, all your plushness to his solid chest, the ironed collar of his shirt a bite in your cheek he soothes with his nose dragged lazily over your forehead. âStill miss me?â he asks under his breath.Â
âNo, I feel better.âÂ
âYou do?â He breathes a sigh of relief. âI was a little worried⌠Mm, you smell nice, what is that? The body oil with the brown cap?âÂ
You wrap your arms behind his shoulders, sure to go numb. âFeel.âÂ
His hand slips under your shirt obligingly. He strokes over fine, dander hair and skin like silk to the middle of your back. âBeautiful,â he says under his breath.Â
Simple as that. Youâre praised in his arms. You donât ever want to move.Â
omfggggg youâve been feeding us this week im dying im sweating im convulsing
i need him in a way that concerns all of mankind
ur dialogue is always so natural and playful and ugh itâs just so hotch
ur hotch is my favorite hotch grrrr <3
astronomy â s. reid x reader
in which nothing can live forever, and you would be naive to believe that something as minor as this relationship will be exempt from that fate.Â
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: angst tags: s10 spencer reid. maeve as a plot point. argument yay. spencer says some mean things (#needthat). all around unhappiness. stars and light and the sun. lack of communication. reader my avoidant attachment queen. iâm holding your hand throughout đŤ word count: 2.7k a/n: a late happy mercury retrograde. sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth for a hot minute. here's how my brains been feeling. i don't really know what this is. it was written amidst a dissociative episode. hopefully future me figures it out.
"your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing." (fyodor dostoevsky)Â
A melodic hum of air whirs in this apartment. Keeping dust particles from settling on too many surfaces, swirling around your heads. Tiny, and unseen, but there. You familiarise yourself with the thought of them being there. They tickle your skin when you sit down in the armchair nobody ever really resides in now, and you find comfort in knowing there is more that exists invisibly than just your own feelings.Â
He does not say anything to you as you tuck your feet beneath yourself, and it hurts, but a large part of you doesn't want him to anyways. He will only say things that will liquidise your brain into thinking he cares more than he does, and you have had too long of a day to act like he is not using bare palms to crush your heart. Too heavy of a week to let him bypass your walls once again.Â
A foreign voice tells the air you need to talk, and you distantly recognise it as your own. You had rehearsed the very sentence in your car a thousand times. Once it got past your lips, this would all become easier to discuss.Â
It isn't.Â
oh just run me over with a bulldozer it would hurt less promise. self sabotage fics are going to do it for me everytime but oh my gods im hurting so bad. you're a genius. an evil on FOR SURE, but a genius nonetheless.
the relationship breaking apart but like not in like crazy flames but in dust, silence, and missed eye contact. devastating actually. youll be needing to pay for my therapy.
and UGH the way you wrote this so perfectly that i managed to be pissed off at them both. like fuck u spencer but also fuck u reader
âFifty-two star deaths this century just became fifty-threeâ
this killed me. like is reader trying to intellectualize the heartbreak, make it science instead of emotion because that hurts less?????? (so spencer coded) idk i almost threw up.
because it's not just sad for the reader it's inevitable. like of course this couldnt last. of course it burned out. stars die. lights go out. nothing!!!! lasts!!!! forever!!!! and their love, which as you beautifully put it, is a whole galaxy they built between each other, is just another one of those collapsing things
this wrecked me, actually. thanks for that (no like literally thanks for that because this was so beautiful)
i just saw someone on tiktok say âbehind every girl that always wants to be around their partner is a little whoâs dad didnât choose her.â with aaron pls :(( and reader reveals her daddy issues? xxx
âhotch comforts you when you worry you depend on him for the wrong reasons. fem, 2k
You were aware of the irony. Girl who hates her father latches onto the first older man to give her any positive attention: the framing isnât complimentary to either of you, and itâs not true, really. You love Aaron because heâs kind, and heâs handsome, and because he loves you first. You wonât pretend heâs perfect even if he might say that about you. He doesnât have to be.Â
Aaron is kind where all the other men in your life have been cruel. He is the person you go to when things go wrong, even if you donât expect him to fix things for you. You know you have âdaddy issuesâ, and you donât want them to affect how you and Aaron are when youâre together, but itâs obvious to the both of you that you crave being looked after. The way Aaron takes care of you absolutely factors into why you love him.Â
He wraps the tail end of your scarf into your coat and flattens the lump of it until itâs under your chin. âAlright?â he asks, not expecting an answer as he turns away to grab his own scarf. âWill that coat be warm enough? It might be a few hours.âÂ
âFine. Weâll be inside most of the time.âÂ
âMm,â he hums, reaching back to pinch your side. You laugh and he smiles but doesnât say anything further, pulling open the front door, and holding it for you until youâre on the porch.Â
âYou know you donât have to⌠spoil him, so much,â you say lightly.Â
âItâs not spoiling, he only wants a few things.âÂ
Youâd personally felt that Jackâs birthday wish list was a bit long, but you donât care. You donât have a vendetta against Jack's happiness. If Aaron wants to spend half a paycheck (alright, a quarter, if that) on some toys, he should do it. But he probably knows already that Jack wonât care if he doesnât get all of that stuff. âI didnât get half as much for my birthdays,â you say.Â
âBelieve me, honey, neither did I.âÂ
âOne year someoneâs mom got me a full box set of movies though. That was a good one.âÂ
âOne year, I got two different pagers.â He snorts. âAnd now theyâre useless.âÂ
âI never used a pager.âÂ
Aaron goes a bit red, self-shame or something silly like that. âDonât tell me that.âÂ
âCradle snatcher.âÂ
âStop, thatâs not funny.âÂ
oh my gawd user luveline does it again
you canât keep getting away with this đđđđđ too good
ur version of hotch is always so soft i could literally disintegrate and cry wowow 10/10, hit a little too close to home
About Time
Pairing: hot!BAU!reader x boss!hotch About: You've been flirting with your boss for months, and you've decided to do something about it--only you don't expect him to be quite so receptive. CW: NSFW, MDNI, lots of teasing, fingering, CHOKING, light dom/sub/good girl play Word Count: 2k A/N: This is a Hotch fic, this is also my first NSFW fic. This probably won't be the last of hot!bau!reader. dividers by @/esote-rika
Youâd been an agent at the BAU for 342 days. Youâd had a crush on your boss, Aaron Hotchner, for 341 days and 3 hours. Youâre pretty sure the feeling is mutual. Youâve now decided that itâs About Time you do something about it.
The sexual tension was thick. At first it was subtle, a lingering glance here, a touch that lasted just a little too long there.
Over time, it had slowly turned into intentional touches, little favors, overt flirtationâand you were sure the vibe had not gone unnoticed by your teammates. Luckily, they didnât seem to mindâyou were new, but theyâd all known Hotch for a long time, and it almost seemed as if they were pleased to see him smiling more often. You were grateful for this unspoken approvalâyou werenât sure youâd be able to help yourself either way, so the blessing was welcomed. They didnât know, however, how haunting the wanting looks had becomeâAaron Hotchner was thirsty, needy, starving for you.
Back to the doing something about it.
âThank you for coming to see me like this,â he says in your ear, âIâll take care of you, sweetheart,â
so my heart actually flatlined reading this part omfg
but HEYYYYYY welcome to the dark side of writing smut đđźđđźđđź you absolutely devoured that shew
CLOSET RENDEZVOUS- S.R x Reader
About: You wear a form fitting skirt to work and Spencer canât help but run off to the janitorâs closet to get off. You follow him and sexy fun time ensues.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, masturbation, perv!spencer, unprotected sex, p in v, semi-public sex, use of âgood boyâ, porn no plot
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: border made by @esote-rika !! please support your creators by commenting and reblogging! thank you to @gold-onthe-inside for proofreading for me!!!
You are the embodiment of beauty, the goddess that blessed him with your presence while he was nothing more than a mere mortal, gawking at your existence.
UGHHHHH i know thatâs right!!!!!!! loved this line if you couldnât tell
reader finding him in a storage closet? joining him in said storage closet? yes lord đđź the bau storage closet hates to see reader coming fr