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I didn’t feel comfortable posting smut on my main blog because I have so many minors following me so this is basically my dedicated nsfw blog
this will primarily be used to rb nsfw cm content and post my rare 18+ works but feel free to send smutty asks/hcs
I don’t like: sub hotch, dom spencer, dubious/non-consent, underage, emily with men, male characters x reader (besides the odd pegged!spencer hc lol), any of the obvious (ie. incest, beastiality)
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If you haven't been asked this yet: Some NSFW sexy Hotchreid with Reid c*ckwarming Hotch under his desk? I have no idea how you'd draw that, but yeah lol <3
Sometimes after a hard day, Spencer likes to come up to Hotch's office and...relax.
“how do you feel, baby?” emily coos, stroking penelope’s burning cheek gently with her thumb.
“full,” penelope murmurs, looking up at emily with pleading eyes. emily knows it’s the truth, it’s obvious by the way her girlfriend can’t stop bouncing up and down on the couch where she sits. penelope has never been the best at sitting still, especially not in moments like this. it takes all her strength to keep from shoving a hand between her thighs. she knows all that would do would earn her a spanking.
“how full, angel?” emily prompts, now with a slight edge to her voice as she watches penelope begin to squirm more insistently.
the blonde considers it for a moment, making sure not to overstate how bad it is. sure, it’s nearing impossible to sit still without leaking, but she still figures she has another good ten minutes on her before she’s in real danger. “seven?” it comes out like more of a question, but emily doesn’t make her restate it more surely when she usually would. she’s already had penelope hold it for a few hours, and now that they’re nearing the end of the scene, she doesn’t want to push too hard.
“good girl!” emily praises, and penelope lights up at that. “you’re doing so well! do you want me to make you cum?”
penelope considers it for a moment before shaking her head. emily looks confused for a second as her girlfriend gathers up her thoughts. “wanna make you cum too,” penelope explains after a moment.
emily grins. even when garcia is all spacey and fucked out from being forced to hold it until it hurts, she wants to please emily first and foremost. “how about we do both?” she suggests.
penelope gives her a quizzical look, and emily keeps explaining. “how about you ride my thigh while you finger me? how does that sound?”
garcia flushes an even deeper red, but she nods. it never fails to amaze her how confidently emily can such direct say things in the heat of the moment, but she loves it, and it works out well for her since penelope tends to be a little more shy in bed despite the big game she talks. she watches as emily situates herself next penelope on the couch before slipping her panties off. the sight of emily, exposed and ready for penelope on her lap, makes her mouth water. she straddles emily’s thigh without being asked twice (or even once, for that matter), relishing in the immediate friction against her clit, barely there before it’s gone again, but enough to make penelope moan a little. she slips a hand between emily’s thighs, just enjoying the feeling; the warmth where emily’s thighs were pressed together a moment ago, the slight scratch of her hair against penelope’s nails, the way her fingers slip easily over emily’s slit with how wet she already is.
penelope teases a little, pretending she’s the one in charge for a fleeting moment, but all it takes is a firm warning of her name from emily’s lips before she starts behaving again, slipping two fingers inside emily easily, with such little resistance she’s almost surprised. emily guides penelope’s hips against her thigh in exchange, and it’s enough to distract penelope from her desperation, at least until they fall into a comfortable rhythm. the sounds of moans and soft whimpers fill the space around them, perfect and cacophonous, and penelope lets herself get lost in it so much that she doesn’t even realize she’s wetting herself right there on emily’s thigh until her girlfriend points it out to her.
“oh, penny,” she murmurs softly, bringing one of her hands from where they had been guiding penelope’s hips to rest between her girlfriend’s pussy and her own thigh.
emily talks her through it gently, rubbing penelope’s back and reassuring her it’s not her fault, she didn’t know she was gonna have an accident (no matter how much they both know that’s not true), she did such a good job (which is true).
penelope feels like she goes forever, and by the time her bladder is empty, she feels so close to cumming it’s almost dizzying. she realizes, a little belatedly, that her hips had never stopped moving.
her orgasm washes over her like a tidal wave, completely consuming her for what feels like hours. it’s so intense it makes her body shake and her brain go fuzzy, and when she finally comes back into herself, she finds emily catching her own breath. penelope infers she must’ve finished herself off before they had to begin cleanup.
penelope allows emily to manhandle her off her lap and onto the couch, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “gonna go get some towels, baby. stay right here, i’ll be right back for you.”
penelope feels a blissed-out smile cross her face as she watches emily make her way down the hall.
derek and aaron fighting for control, aaron eventually winning, derek melting into his touch and aaron saying “that’s my good boy, you should know better than to try taking control.”
here’s a Hotch/Spencer/Penelope thing I wrote when I was drunk. never would have been a sober thought but I like it. I like the idea of soft caretaker Penelope and usually stern Hotch being sensitive when Spencer’s hurt :D
idk who the hell will like this idea to but polycule gotchreid (?) where Hotch and Penelope are daddy and mommy. Spencer gets hurt like a scratch or paper cut at work and he’s been extremely sensitive that day so he goes up to Hotch’s office sniffling and teary and shows Hotch his injury “daddy it hurts 🥺” and Hotch feels bad and comforts him, kisses it better. “go tell mommy she’ll give you a bandaid okay?” So Spencer goes to penelopes den and as soon as she sees her crying boy she opens her arms wide for him to sit in her lap and let it out. She puts a pink unicorn bandaid on his finger and tells him he’s such a brave strong boy <3
concept: spencer sucking hotch off in the shower, like they're both just existing under the spray while hotch leans back against the wall a little and tugs on spencer's hair as he watches spencer bob his head up and down, no gag reflex to stop him taking as much he wants
why do people with bios that literally say "MINOR" follow this blog when I explicitly say that I will block on SIGHT anyone under 18/without an age in the bio. like I do not understand the logic here
(or; the smut from chapter 13 of rain is a chance to be touched)
OTHER VERSION
pairing: hotchreid
word count: 2k
nsfw/minors dni!!
basically, hotch & spencer are a lil tipsy after penelope's birthday celebration and when things get heated in the back of the taxi, they can't wait to get back home ;)
tags/kinks under the cut
smut/kink tags: sir kink, light d/s (slightly more prominent than last time), face-fucking/blowjobs, anal sex, some light degradation and name calling, teasing in the back of a taxi
It’s nearing three in the morning when they finally spill out of Rossi’s front door into the waiting cabs in the driveway. Long, drawn out hugs and goodbyes delay them slightly before they’re all calling goodnight and actually leaving to go home.
Spencer sits in the middle seat of the taxi wanting to be pressed as closely to his boyfriend as possible. They’re not as drunk as the others are: Spencer still has some of the antidepressant in his system and Aaron had only had two glasses of champagne in solidarity, but the high feeling of a good night with good people is coursing through their bloodstreams regardless.
Aaron loops his arm around Spencer’s waist, pulling him into his side as the taxi leaves Rossi’s drive behind, heading towards Adams Morgan at Aaron’s request.
“Jack’s staying with Jessica until tomorrow lunchtime,” Spencer whispers in Aaron’s ear as he presses even closer, tracing Aaron’s shoulder with his index finger.
Aaron hums, Spencer appreciating the rumble in his chest at the sound. “He is, baby,” he agrees, reaching his hand to toy with Spencer’s growing curls.
“I wish this taxi would go faster.”
“Uh uh,” Aaron tuts, slipping into his dominant mindset easily, his gentle hands in Spencer’s hair tugging suddenly. “Be a patient boy for me.”
Spencer whimpers quietly, his stomach doing excited flips as he feels himself growing hard. He’s suddenly very thankful for the divider between them and the driver. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” Aaron hums, lips ghosting at Spencer’s ear, sending shivers down his spine as warmth spreads across his chest at the praise. “You stay nice and quiet until we get home and then I’ll give you a nice reward. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good.”
“Maybe I’ll let you suck me, hm?” he teases, hand around his waist snaking under his shirt and splaying across his stomach.
“Please,” he begs.
“I’ll think about it.” Aaron sighs as his hand presses against the warm, soft skin of Spencer’s stomach. “So tiny, baby, fuck.”
“Aaron,” he whispers, wishing more than anything that he could climb into Aaron’s lap and curl up like he would at home. He knows he probably already looks completely gone, pupils blown and hair tousled, but he also knows how much Aaron likes that.
“Shush. You only have to wait ten minutes. You can do that, can’t you? Or are you so nasty and desperate that you’re gonna get off right in the back of this cab?” Aaron whispers harshly into his ear, fingers tightening against his stomach. Spencer hopes it bruises.
He bites back a moan. “I’ll be good, Aaron.”
He nods in acceptance, but he doesn’t stop teasing him the whole way home. Spencer can hardly walk straight when they finally pull up outside his apartment and he watches in admiration as Aaron pays the driver with a straight face, as if he isn’t sporting a raging erection and circa ten minutes away from fucking his boyfriend into next week.
“Come on, baby boy,” he says as he walks away from the cab and wraps his arm around him. “I’ve got plans for you.”
The apartment is dark but warm, and Spencer obediently makes his way into the bedroom, knowing their routine by heart now. After stripping his clothes, he pulls a pillow from the bed and places it under his knees before waiting for Aaron to join him. He always gets to choose whether they start on the bed or with Spencer on the floor, but more often than not he chooses to begin their time together by kneeling. The feeling of submission makes him feel at ease — powerful even — and his head spins as he places his hands in his lap.
Over the near six months of them being together, they’ve explored every curiosity either of them had, working out which kinks did it for them and those that didn’t, and Spencer had no idea that sex could feel this good. His past experience in college at least taught him what position he liked, but the intricacies and details were something that belonged to him and Aaron, and it just made their time together feel even more special.
He’s brought out of his head when Aaron finally walks in, stopping just in front of him and bringing a finger under his chin to lift it. “My good boy. You love kneeling for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Aaron hums in approval. “I know you do. I think you love it, because it puts you face to face with my cock.” There’s something dangerous, something deeply arousing about his tone and Spencer shivers slightly. “You can’t get enough of my cock in your mouth, isn’t that right, you slut?”
Spencer can’t help the moan that escapes his lips at that, his eyes fluttering closed. “Yes, sir, love sucking your cock.”
“I know, baby. You poor thing, you can’t help yourself, can you? And you were so good in the taxi, I think you deserve a reward.”
Spencer’s eyes brighten at that, looking hopefully up at Aaron. “Really?”
Aaron softens, and fondness peeks through his hardened facade. “Really, baby.” He lifts a hand and tangles it in Spencer’s short curls. “Take my cock out.”
He wastes no time in obeying, pulling Aaron’s zipper down before pushing down his boxers and taking his cock in his hand. No matter how many times they do this, he still feels almost reverent when he’s faced with Aaron’s cock: especially now he knows just how good it can make him feel.
The first time they did this, Aaron had guided him through it, letting him get used to it. They’ve since realised that they much prefer getting right into it. As such, Aaron simply pulls at Spencer’s jaw to open his mouth before pressing right past his lips and burying himself in the warm heat of his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans as he pulls at Spencer’s hair.
Spencer chokes as Aaron presses against the back of his tongue, pushing against his throat, and he plays up the gags as he tries to relax. The sound of the blowjob is half the pleasure for both of them now: it makes Spencer feel completely and utterly owned as Aaron floats on the feeling of power.
It’s not long before Aaron’s fucking his face with fervor, one hand gripping the back of his head while the other presses its thumb against the corner of Spencer’s mouth. He likes feeling how Spencer stretches to accommodate him during pretty much anything they do, and Spencer likes it when he makes Aaron feel good, so he moves his mouth slightly, opening his mouth even wider, hoping he gets the message. He does, pushing his thumb into the side of his mouth, feeling the slide of his cock through his mouth.
“You’re such a fucking slut, Spencer,” he moans as he looks down, meeting his watery eyes. “What would you do without me, hm? What would you do without a real man to get on your knees in front of? Without a real cock to suck?”
A tear of pleasure spills down Spencer’s cheek as he feels himself getting harder with every word that Aaron says. He can hardly breathe around the cock in his mouth, but that only makes him even more desperate, entirely consumed by Aaron and his ministrations, completely at his partner’s mercy. They’d had to work up to the kind of trust they needed to do this safely, but honestly that only made it hotter.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he mutters, withdrawing from his mouth. He smacks his cock across Spencer’s face a couple of times, making Spencer’s eyes close on instinct.
He’s getting more and more desperate for Aaron’s hands on him, and it must show on his face because Aaron pulls away, smearing the pre-cum on his lips and cheeks across his face as it mixes with his tears. It’s so fucking hot Spencer thinks he might pass out. “Messy fucking slut, aren’t you?” Aaron asks, gripping at his chin firmly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Get on the bed.”
Spencer scrambles to obey, leaning up against the headboard just slightly, watching in delight as Aaron climbs onto the bed. He’s still clothed, a stark contrast to Spencer’s naked, vulnerable form. He’d figured out very quickly how much that turned him on.
Aaron moves so that he’s hovering over his body, moving his hand to his curls again. “What do you want, baby?” he asks, tone softer than it’s been since he entered the bedroom.
Spencer forces the cloud that’d descended over his mind to clear enough for him to think semi-clearly. “Want you to fuck me,” he decides eventually, looking up at Aaron hopefully, even though he knows he’s getting whatever he asks for.
“Okay, baby.” He reaches over to get the lube from the bedside table, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers before sliding them between Spencer’s legs.
He leans down to kiss him, swallowing his gasp at the cold lube making contact with his hole, licking into his mouth messily as he slides a finger inside.
“Want to hear you, Spencer,” he murmurs as he pulls away, pressing his thick forefinger as deep inside him as he can before adding the second.
Spencer’s glad he’s not being told to be quiet like he sometimes is, instead able to gasp and moan as much as he likes as Aaron smirks cockily down at him, fingering him with an uncanny sort of talent.
“Won’t last long, sir,” he pants between moans as he presses back against Aaron, writhing in his gasp. The feeling of his hand sliding up and down his waist is only pushing him closer to the edge. Their size difference is another kink of both of theirs, and feeling Aaron’s large hand against his small waist drives him crazy with lust.
Aaron takes that as his cue to slide another finger into him and stretch him out just a little bit further before withdrawing them and lubing his cock up, pressing it teasingly against Spencer’s hole as he listens to his eager, desperate moans.
Aaron groans at the sound and he feels that flash of pride again, proud that he can make someone so put together fall apart. “God, Spencer.” He moves the hand on his waist to his cock, thumbing at the tip as he presses gently into his hole. Spencer moans at the sight of Aaron’s hand swallowing his cock with it’s grip as Aaron starts fucking him slowly, before he’s building to a rhythmic pace that has them both moaning with fervor.
“Fuck, baby, built to take my cock aren’t you?” he mutters into Spencer’s ear as he speeds up, fucking into him roughly as his boyfriend whimpers and moans underneath him.
“Me, too, Spencer, come on, baby boy, cum for me.”
Spencer doesn’t need to be told twice before they’re both gasping their way through the kind of powerful orgasm they can only have when they’re together. Aaron works Spencer’s cock through it, moving his fingers even after he’s come down from the floaty high, making him whine at the overstimulation.
“So beautiful, Spencer,” he sighs, pulling out and leaning down to press a loving kiss to his lips.
Spencer lies boneless against the pillows and the headboard as he watches Aaron leave and come back with clean hands and a flannel. He’s always so tender after sex that Spencer thinks his heart might explode as he watches him gently wipe him down before he’s on the receiving end of another gentle kiss.
“Let’s get you under the covers, sweetheart.” Aaron manhandles him gently until he’s tucked under the duvet, already half-asleep. Something in him stops him from actually drifting off, though, until Aaron’s in the bed next to him, wrapping him in his warm, protective hold. It’s like even the chemicals in his body know that he needs to wait until he’s cocooned by his boyfriend; that only now is it safe enough to let himself go completely. He likes the thought of that, he decides, before he finally slips away.
(or; the smut from chapter 13 of rain is a chance to be touched)
pairing: hotchreid
word count: 2k
nsfw/minors dni!!
basically, hotch & spencer are a lil tipsy after penelope's birthday celebration and when things get heated in the back of the taxi, they can't wait to get back home ;)
tags/kinks under the cut
smut/kink tags: daddy/sir kink, light d/s (slightly more prominent than last time), face-fucking/blowjobs, anal sex, some light degradation and name calling, teasing in the back of a taxi
It’s nearing three in the morning when they finally spill out of Rossi’s front door into the waiting cabs in the driveway. Long, drawn out hugs and goodbyes delay them slightly before they’re all calling goodnight and actually leaving to go home.
Spencer sits in the middle seat of the taxi wanting to be pressed as closely to his boyfriend as possible. They’re not as drunk as the others are: Spencer still has some of the antidepressant in his system and Aaron had only had two glasses of champagne in solidarity, but the high feeling of a good night with good people is coursing through their bloodstreams regardless.
Aaron loops his arm around Spencer’s waist, pulling him into his side as the taxi leaves Rossi’s drive behind, heading towards Adams Morgan at Aaron’s request.
“Jack’s staying with Jessica until tomorrow lunchtime,” Spencer whispers in Aaron’s ear as he presses even closer, tracing Aaron’s shoulder with his index finger.
Aaron hums, Spencer appreciating the rumble in his chest at the sound. “He is, baby,” he agrees, reaching his hand to toy with Spencer’s growing curls.
“I wish this taxi would go faster.”
“Uh uh,” Aaron tuts, slipping into his dominant mindset easily, his gentle hands in Spencer’s hair tugging suddenly. “Be a patient boy for me.”
Spencer whimpers quietly, his stomach doing excited flips as he feels himself growing hard. He’s suddenly very thankful for the divider between them and the driver. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” Aaron hums, lips ghosting at Spencer’s ear, sending shivers down his spine as warmth spreads across his chest at the praise. “You stay nice and quiet until we get home and then I’ll give you a nice reward. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good, daddy.”
“Maybe I’ll let you suck me, hm?” he teases, hand around his waist snaking under his shirt and splaying across his stomach.
“Please,” he begs.
“I’ll think about it.” Aaron sighs as his hand presses against the warm, soft skin of Spencer’s stomach. “So tiny, baby, fuck.”
“Daddy,” he whispers, wishing more than anything that he could climb into Aaron’s lap and curl up like he would at home. He knows he probably already looks completely gone, pupils blown and hair tousled, but he also knows how much Aaron likes that.
“Shush. You only have to wait ten minutes. You can do that, can’t you? Or are you so nasty and desperate that you’re gonna get off right in the back of this cab?” Aaron whispers harshly into his ear, fingers tightening against his stomach. Spencer hopes it bruises.
He bites back a moan. “I’ll be good, daddy.”
Aaron nods in acceptance, but he doesn’t stop teasing him the whole way home. Spencer can hardly walk straight when they finally pull up outside his apartment and he watches in admiration as Aaron pays the driver with a straight face, as if he isn’t sporting a raging erection and circa ten minutes away from fucking his boyfriend into next week.
“Come on, baby boy,” he says as he walks away from the cab and wraps his arm around him. “I’ve got plans for you.”
The apartment is dark but warm, and Spencer obediently makes his way into the bedroom, knowing their routine by heart now. After stripping his clothes, he pulls a pillow from the bed and places it under his knees before waiting for Aaron to join him. He always gets to choose whether they start on the bed or with Spencer on the floor, but more often than not he chooses to begin their time together by kneeling. The feeling of submission makes him feel at ease — powerful even — and his head spins as he places his hands in his lap.
Over the near six months of them being together, they’ve explored every curiosity either of them had, working out which kinks did it for them and those that didn’t, and Spencer had no idea that sex could feel this good. His past experience in college at least taught him what position he liked, but the intricacies and details were something that belonged to him and Aaron, and it just made their time together feel even more special.
He’s brought out of his head when Aaron finally walks in, stopping just in front of him and bringing a finger under his chin to lift it. “My good boy. You love kneeling for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, daddy.”
Aaron hums in approval. “I know you do. I think you love it, because it puts you face to face with my cock.” There’s something dangerous, something deeply arousing about his tone and Spencer shivers slightly. “You can’t get enough of my cock in your mouth, isn’t that right, you slut?”
Spencer can’t help the moan that escapes his lips at that, his eyes fluttering closed. “Yes, sir, love sucking your cock.”
“I know, baby. You poor thing, you can’t help yourself, can you? And you were so good in the taxi, I think you deserve a reward.”
Spencer’s eyes brighten at that, looking hopefully up at Aaron. “Really?”
Aaron softens, and fondness peeks through his hardened facade. “Really, baby.” He lifts a hand and tangles it in Spencer’s short curls. “Take my cock out.”
He wastes no time in obeying, pulling Aaron’s zipper down before pushing down his boxers and taking his cock in his hand. No matter how many times they do this, he still feels almost reverent when he’s faced with Aaron’s cock: especially now he knows just how good it can make him feel.
The first time they did this, Aaron had guided him through it, letting him get used to it. They’ve since realised that they much prefer getting right into it. As such, Aaron simply pulls at Spencer’s jaw to open his mouth before pressing right past his lips and burying himself in the warm heat of his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans as he pulls at Spencer’s hair.
Spencer chokes as Aaron presses against the back of his tongue, pushing against his throat, and he plays up the gags as he tries to relax. The sound of the blowjob is half the pleasure for both of them now: it makes Spencer feel completely and utterly owned as Aaron floats on the feeling of power.
It’s not long before Aaron’s fucking his face with fervor, one hand gripping the back of his head while the other presses its thumb against the corner of Spencer’s mouth. He likes feeling how Spencer stretches to accommodate him during pretty much anything they do, and Spencer likes it when he makes Aaron feel good, so he moves his mouth slightly, opening his mouth even wider, hoping he gets the message. He does, pushing his thumb into the side of his mouth, feeling the slide of his cock through his mouth.
“You’re such a fucking slut, Spencer,” he moans as he looks down, meeting his watery eyes. “What would you do without me, hm? What would you do without a real man to get on your knees in front of? Without a real cock to suck?”
A tear of pleasure spills down Spencer’s cheek as he feels himself getting harder with every word that Aaron says. He can hardly breathe around the cock in his mouth, but that only makes him even more desperate, entirely consumed by Aaron and his ministrations, completely at his partner’s mercy. They’d had to work up to the kind of trust they needed to do this safely, but honestly that only made it hotter.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he mutters, withdrawing from his mouth. He smacks his cock across Spencer’s face a couple of times, making Spencer’s eyes close on instinct.
He’s getting more and more desperate for Aaron’s hands on him, and it must show on his face because Aaron pulls away, smearing the pre-cum on his lips and cheeks across his face as it mixes with his tears. It’s so fucking hot Spencer thinks he might pass out. “Messy fucking slut, aren’t you?” Aaron asks, gripping at his chin firmly.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Get on the bed.”
Spencer scrambles to obey, leaning up against the headboard just slightly, watching in delight as Aaron climbs onto the bed. He’s still clothed, a stark contrast to Spencer’s naked, vulnerable form. He’d figured out very quickly how much that turned him on.
Aaron moves so that he’s hovering over his body, moving his hand to his curls again. “What do you want, baby?” he asks, tone softer than it’s been since he entered the bedroom.
Spencer forces the cloud that’d descended over his mind to clear enough for him to think semi-clearly. “Want you to fuck me,” he decides eventually, looking up at Aaron hopefully, even though he knows he’s getting whatever he asks for.
“Okay, baby.” He reaches over to get the lube from the bedside table, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers before sliding them between Spencer’s legs.
He leans down to kiss him, swallowing his gasp at the cold lube making contact with his hole, licking into his mouth messily as he slides a finger inside.
“Want to hear you, Spencer,” he murmurs as he pulls away, pressing his thick forefinger as deep inside him as he can before adding the second.
Spencer’s glad he’s not being told to be quiet like he sometimes is, instead able to gasp and moan as much as he likes as Aaron smirks cockily down at him, fingering him with an uncanny sort of talent.
“Won’t last long, sir,” he pants between moans as he presses back against Aaron, writhing in his gasp. The feeling of his hand sliding up and down his waist is only pushing him closer to the edge. Their size difference is another kink of both of theirs, and feeling Aaron’s large hand against his small waist drives him crazy with lust.
Aaron takes that as his cue to slide another finger into him and stretch him out just a little bit further before withdrawing them and lubing his cock up, pressing it teasingly against Spencer’s hole as he listens to his eager, desperate moans.
Aaron groans at the sound and he feels that flash of pride again, proud that he can make someone so put together fall apart. “God, Spencer.” He moves the hand on his waist to his cock, thumbing at the tip as he presses gently into his hole. Spencer moans at the sight of Aaron’s hand swallowing his cock with it’s grip as Aaron starts fucking him slowly, before he’s building to a rhythmic pace that has them both moaning with fervor.
“Fuck, baby, built to take my cock aren’t you?” he mutters into Spencer’s ear as he speeds up, fucking into him roughly as his boyfriend whimpers and moans underneath him.
“Me, too, Spencer, come on, baby boy, cum for me. Cum for daddy.”
Spencer doesn’t need to be told twice before they’re both gasping their way through the kind of powerful orgasm they can only have when they’re together. Aaron works Spencer’s cock through it, moving his fingers even after he’s come down from the floaty high, making him whine at the overstimulation.
“So beautiful, Spencer,” he sighs, pulling out and leaning down to press a loving kiss to his lips.
Spencer lies boneless against the pillows and the headboard as he watches Aaron leave and come back with clean hands and a flannel. He’s always so tender after sex that Spencer thinks his heart might explode as he watches him gently wipe him down before he’s on the receiving end of another gentle kiss.
“Let’s get you under the covers, sweetheart.” Aaron manhandles him gently until he’s tucked under the duvet, already half-asleep. Something in him stops him from actually drifting off, though, until Aaron’s in the bed next to him, wrapping him in his warm, protective hold. It’s like even the chemicals in his body know that he needs to wait until he’s cocooned by his boyfriend; that only now is it safe enough to let himself go completely. He likes the thought of that, he decides, before he finally slips away.
Listen I want to see Derek be absolutely RAILED but in every hotchgan fic he’s the top. And I’m sorry but Spencer just absolutely cannot top him so what do I do. Exist in a world where I can’t enjoy some bottom derek? What kind of world is that????
incredible and i love it. spencer subbing for all three of them, just kneeling and getting spit on and slapped with cocks and hit. or derek in his ass, hotch in his mouth, and like gently jerking him off and giving him praise.
or!! luke and spencer both being subs, derek and hotch giving them orders to touch each other and make out while they’re both whimpery messes wanting more than anything just to get fucked. derek would take spencer and hotch luke (or vice versa, it doesn’t really matter as long as the subs get cock) and they would make luke and spencer kiss and moan into each other’s mouths while they both get railed half to death.
if you have a name for this ship lmk bc i have no idea what to call it
tara and emily double teaming penelope. they have her on her knees for them, switching off whose strap she sucks. they absolutely ruin her, spit on her face, smear her makeup, facefuck her, and emily is much meaner than tara with this. tara would sit on her face while emily edges her, and by the end she is out of breath and has tears streaming down her face from the overstimulation.
then they clean penny up in the bath and cuddle all night whispering to each other how in love they are 🥰
ok but hotch overstimulating spencer to the point where he can’t speak, so he starts teasing him for how stupid he is now compared to at work. “go ahead doctor, spit it out. or are you too stupid to even speak?” hed slap him and spencer would just whimper in response, “how on earth did you get so many phds? did you sleep your way through caltech? all the way to the bau?”
