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penelope sends this to derek in a work email that, whoops!, is indeed going to the whole entire team and strauss rip
bathed in moonlight
a penelope garcia x spencer reid fic
a/n: hi 😎 this is literally just sex. 4k of sex. premise is spencer has a very big dick and it's utterly useless, but penelope very much so is not and also they are in love
dedicated to the wonderful @t4tmoreid because this is directly inspired by them and thank you to @blkantigone for being the first eyes other than mine once again, ily both
rating/warnings: explicit!! 100 percent explicit!! minors dni, please and thank you (pwp, teasing and praise, light d/s play (dom pen and sub spence), face sitting, riding, multiple orgasms, hair tugging, and oh my god they are so in love they have to say it constantly)
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She cups his cheeks, tilting his head back to look at her. “Hi, Pen,” he says. He always looks at her with such love in his eyes, but when he’s starting to get subby like this, it becomes unfettered adoration.
“Hi, Spence,” she says, kissing his nose. “I love you so much. You know that, right?”
He smiles, cheeks turning a happy shade of pink. “I know.”
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Spencer has a big dick and someone who loves him very much, not necessarily in that order.
word count: 4175
“Seems like such a waste, baby boy. You’ve got such a big cock-” Penelope tightens her grip at the base of his cock and Spencer whimpers- “and all you’re good for is getting needy the second my hand brushes against the front of your pants.”
Spencer blushes. Naked and sitting on the edge of their bed, the blush spreads over his chest. Penelope is on her knees in front of him in a dark blue lingerie set. He keeps staring at the straps of lace holding her tits up. “Penny,” he whines. “Need you.”
“You’re such a cutie when you get whiny though. What do you want, baby? You want me to stroke you like this?” She slides her hand up the length of his cock, twisting on the head. He moans, falling back on his elbows. “ Or do you want me to take my time and make you feel good with my mouth?” She leans in and licks the slit of the tip. Spencer’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Penny, please-” His hips buck up, chasing the heat of her mouth. She tuts her lips before leaning back.
“Such a brat when you’re needy, pretty baby.” Penelope moves her hands away from his dick to trace her fingers along his thighs. “Or do you want me to climb up there and sit on your big useless cock and fuck myself?”
His hips jump again and he groans. The tip of his cock brushes against her cheek. She laughs. “Okay, baby boy, I think we have a winner.” He nods, hands already gripping the sheets.
She stands slowly, leaving a line of kisses up his stomach and his chest until she’s on her feet. She cups his cheeks, tilting his head back to look at her. “Hi, Pen,” he says. He always looks at her with such love in his eyes, but when he’s starting to get subby like this, it becomes unfettered adoration.
“Hi, Spence,” she says, kissing his nose. “I love you so much. You know that, right?”
He smiles, cheeks turning a happy shade of pink. “I know.” He kisses the skin in between her breasts, just above where the lace ends. “I love you too.”
She threads her hands into his hair and leans down for a kiss. His arms wrap around her waist. For a moment, they stay like that, lips pressed together sweetly. But it doesn’t take long for Penelope to nip Spencer’s bottom lip and make him gasp. She slides her tongue into his mouth, gently pushing him back on the bed to make more room from her legs on either side of him. He whimpers as she sucks on his tongue and straddles him in one motion.
As soon as her hips are hovering over him, his hips twitch. She breaks away from the kiss, tugging on his hair. “Patience, my dove, let me take my time with you.” Spencer moans as she punctuates her words with a grind of her hips.
“Penny,” he whispers. She grins, grinding her hips again with another tug of his hair.
“So pretty when you beg. Do it some more.”
His flush deepens, pink down further on his chest. “Please, Pen, I need it-”
“Need what, baby boy? You gotta use your words, or I don’t know what you need,” she teases in a sing-song voice.
“Need to be inside you, please, need you to fuck me-” The muscles in his stomach jump under her hand as she runs her fingers across his skin. She lightly scratches up his side.
“What was that, my love?” She leaves a trail of kisses along his jaw back to his ear. He lets out a whiny sigh as she nibbles on his ear.
“Please fuck me,” he whimpers. “Need you so bad, so so bad, I’ll do anything please- oh!”
While he begged, she slid her underwear out of the way so she could grind directly against his cock. “That’s more like it, baby.”
His hands tighten on her sides. “Thank you,” he says, eyelids fluttering.
“This is what this big cock was made for, made me for me to use like a dildo, to fuck myself whenever I want, isn’t that right?” Spencer nods, leaning in to nuzzle his face against her chest.
She leans forward to press his face closer. He slides a hand up her back. “Can I unhook this? Please?” he asks with a hand on the back of her bra.
“Since you asked so nicely, you can, baby boy.” He grins and unhooks it after only 2 tries. “You’ve gotten a lot better at that.”
He blushes. “I think it’s all the practice.” She laughs, shimmying her bra off.
Spencer leans forward, wanting his mouth on her. She puts her hands back in his hair, guiding him to her right nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, looking up at her with her favorite doe eyed look. She scratches his scalp. “So pretty,” she says. He palms the other, his big hand the perfect size to hold and squeeze. Penelope rocks her hips against him again, shivering from the vibration of his moan against her.
Taking both hands and placing them on his shoulders, she pushes him onto his back. He goes easily, even as he pouts from the loss of her in his mouth.
She giggles. “If you want me to fuck you, then you gotta get me ready first angel.” He raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna sit on your face, baby, and you can earn getting fucked.”
He smiles up at her. His hair is splayed out around his head, looking like he’s floating in water. “Yes, Penny.”
“Good boy.” She stands, sliding her underwear off. Tossing them to the floor, she crawls back onto the bed. Spencer tentatively reaches up a hand to touch her face. Normally, she would tease him for being so sweet, but today, she just wants to kiss him. So, she does, hovering above him on the way to sit on his face. They kiss for a minute or two before his hips start jerking towards her and she pulls away from him. "Baby boy, are you getting desperate again?"
Spencer turns his face into the sheets, nodding. She kisses the apple of his cheek, right where his blush is the strongest.
"Okay, sugar plum, I won't make you wait much more. But you still gotta earn being fucked." She grabs his chin to tilt his face back up. “Watch, Spencer. Don’t shut your eyes.” She gives him one more peck.
With that, she’s slowly standing on the bed, wobbling a little. They both laugh as she regains her balance. “You okay?” Spencer asks, a hand curling around her ankle for a moment.
Penelope smiles down at him. “All good.” She steps forward before dropping to her knees on either side of his face. She hears his hands twitch on the bed, watches his eyes fixate where she’s wet and throbbing right above his face now. “Ready, baby?” He nods, mouth dropping open and tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.
She puts a hand in his hair before slowly lowering herself onto his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as he licks a long line against her. Her hips jump a little this time as he barely ghosts her clit.
“Fuck, baby- not wasting any time huh?”
He blinks his eyes open to stare into hers as he does it again, a slow line before flicking her clit twice.
“Oh, good boy, I love you so much- fuck-” Her hands tighten in his hair as he focuses his attention on her clit, keeping the slow pace. His hands come up to wrap around her thighs. “That cock may be useless, but your mouth definitely isn’t.” He whimpers, head spinning at the dual degradation and praise.
She rocks her hips, wanting more. Spencer whimpers louder. It’s his favorite part, when it really starts to feel like he’s a vessel for Penelope’s pleasure and that alone.
“God, I love fucking your tongue like this, pretty boy.” Penelope throws her head back as she picks up the pace. “Feel how wet you’re making me?”
He hums against her in acknowledgment. The sound reverberates through her and she moans.
He squeezes her thighs as he sucks on her clit. Penelope takes a deep breath, rocking her hips in a short rhythm as he flicks his tongue against her and pairs it with pulsing sucks. “Oh, baby boy, you eat pussy like a champ, you know that?” He goes faster, eyes sparkling from her praise. “My sweet boy, doing so good for me,” she whispers as she slides her hands up over her stomach to palm her own tits.
Spencer moans at the sight, speeding up again. All he can think about is making her feel good, how much he loves her.
Her hips start stuttering against his mouth. Knowing she’s close, he moves a hand to slide a finger inside of her, and then two once he realizes just how wet and ready she is.
“Fuck, fuck, oh, just like that-” The sounds of her moans and his mouth fill the room. “Baby, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop,” she begs, hips moving faster. He keeps a consistent rhythm, curling his fingers and sucking harder until she’s crying out and cumming on his face.
“Jesus,” Penelope whispers as he licks her through it. “Good job, baby boy.” She goes to move off of him, but his hands tighten on her thighs. His tongue laps at her, cleaning her up and making her shiver. The fingers that were just inside of her are wet on her skin as he holds her in place. She raises her eyebrows. “You wanna eat me out some more?”
He nods, the movement brushing against her. It makes her hips buck, still so sensitive from orgasming just a moment ago.
“Okay, baby boy,” she says with a smile. “How about you let me go for just a second?” He frowns; she feels it more than sees it. “You gotta breathe for a second, angel face, and you’ve got me all sensitive, I need a little break too.” His hands loosen, letting her move. She puts her hands on their headboard, leaning on it so she can lift from Spencer’s mouth.
“Hi,” he croaks. She giggles as he clears his throat.
“How is your voice all scratchy, gorgeous? The strap is in the closet today, not your throat.”
He turns his head to hide his face against her knee.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed sweetie, it’s so cute, I love it,” she says. He kisses her leg softly.
“I love you,” he says, muffled by her skin.
“I love you too.” She strokes his hair. Her thighs start to tremble from holding herself up and steady. Spencer kisses her left thigh.
“My breath is caught.”
Penelope giggles. “Is that so, sugar?”
Spencer nods, already looking at her pussy again.
“Well, alright then.” Penelope has been a fan of overstimulation, for herself and others, so she happily moves herself back onto Spencer’s mouth. Spencer kisses her softly. It makes her giggle, even as she jerks against his face. “You’re so sweet to me. That’s why you’re my baby, right Spence?”
“Sweet to me too,” he mumbles against her, the sound muffled. She shivers.
“My baby boy,” she says, sinking her fingers back into his hair. “My perfect angel, perfect for making me feel good and being my pretty dildo.”
Spencer works his jaw slowly, running his tongue in light patterns. He laps her clit, gentle at first but she presses down. Getting the memo, he digs his face in more. Penelope moans happily.
She settles into a grinding when he slips his tongue inside of her. The rotation of her hips makes her clit rub against his nose. He pulls her closer, hands moving to her ass. “Fuck, Spencer! I can never get over how much you love this.” She tugs on his hair, grinding faster. He groans, eyes rolling back in his head.
The vibration makes her moan too, so Spencer does it again, groaning as she essentially rides his tongue. It’s harder to get full breaths like this, but Spencer doesn’t care. Being slightly lightheaded only makes it feel better for him. Besides, he knows he can tap out at any time, and that safety makes him pull her closer.
Penelope is still tingling from her last orgasm, so she’s already climbing to the peak again. A litany of sounds fall from her lips as Spencer starts curling his tongue inside of her in time with her grinds. Her hands tug hard on his hair. She collapses into him, holding his face against her. What a sight they must make, she thinks, clutching each other like this with his face buried in her pussy. Spencer whines, eyes staring up at her with pupils blown wide.
“Shit, baby, I’m gonna-”
Spencer curls his tongue inside of her harder and shakes his head a little to push his nose against her clit.
“Fuck!” Penelope shouts, thighs trembling. “That’s it baby boy, that’s it- oh love, I’m gonna-” He moans, the sight of her coming apart above him almost as good as having her pussy on his mouth. That’s all it takes before she’s gushing on his tongue with an unintelligible shout. He slows down, bringing her down gently. Penelope takes a hand out of his hair to brace herself on the headboard. She looks down at him, chest heaving. “Fuck, Spencer. You’re such a good boy, did so well for me.”
She lifts her hips off his face, smiling as he whines from the loss. His cheeks are ruddy and his chin is wet. He’s blinking slowly, a good mark that he’s a little fucked out and very subby. “I did good?”
Penelope cups his cheek with her free hand. “So good, my beautiful boy. You earned getting fucked and then some.”
Spencer flushes. He blinks up at her before smiling. She turns and sits on the bed next to him, still breathing hard.
“Sit up, baby, I need another break, but I want to kiss you while I’m still all over your face.” Spencer pops up, leaning back on the headboard. Penelope leans back next to him, their chests angled towards each other. They smile at each other for a moment.
She reaches her right hand behind his head and pulls him in for a kiss. Slowly, she licks her way into his mouth. Spencer’s stomach swoops like they’ve gone down the far side of a roller coaster. When she pulls away, he whines.
“You taste like me,” she says before kissing him again. He puts a hand on the side of her stomach, tilting his head to let her kiss him as deeply as she wants. A new warmth spreads through him- kissing like this, with the remnants of making her feel good all over his face, feels dirty and intimate in the best way. Penelope takes her time, holding him just where she wants him as he starts trembling. She kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “Such a good boy, my favorite fuck toy, right baby?” She punctuates each word with a little kiss. Spencer whimpers, hips twitching.
The hand in his hair scratches the nape of his neck. She leans forward to put her lips right under his ear, sucking and nipping at his skin. “I love you so much,” she says. The sound vibrates through him.
“I love you,” he says, his hand trailing around to her back to pull her closer. Spencer marvels every time at how soft and warm she is. Her hand in his hair, the other tracing his side, her lips gently insistent wherever she kisses him, and her warmth- it all engulfs him until the world melts away.
Penelope climbs onto her knees, tilting Spencer’s head back with a tug of his hair. She kisses him as she swings a leg, straddling him. His hands cling to her without thought.
Her hair falls like a curtain around their faces at this angle, her looking down and him looking up. Penelope rubs their noses together. “Hi, my love.”
Spencer huffs a laugh. “Hello, Penelope.” He kisses the corner of her mouth.
“You ready to put that big cock to use?” She traces a lazy circle with her thumb on the back of his neck. Spencer squeaks. “I wanna hear you say it, sweet boy.”
“I’m ready. Please fuck me.”
Penelope grins. “Again, Spencer.”
Spencer pouts. “Please, please, fuck me, use my cock however you want, I’m yours-”
Penelope reaches in between them to line his cock up where she wants it. He cuts himself off with a gasp. “Good boy,” she says, rubbing the head of his cock against her in a slow barely there tease. He whimpers when he brushes against her without her taking him inside. “I thought you said however I want Spence? What if I just want to do this for the rest of the night?”
Spencer whimpers again, louder this time. He tucks his face into her neck. He mumbles something, but Penelope can’t hear.
“What was that, baby boy?” She makes sure to linger when the head of his cock is poised at the perfect angle for her to sit on. Spencer keens, tensing to stop himself from bucking his hips.
“You can do whatever you want, I wanna be good,” he repeats. She tugs his hair to put his face back in front of hers.
“Good boy. My sweetie, always wanting to be good for me.” She nuzzles their noses, the sweet gesture paired with more teasing of his cock. “I know you’d let me play with you all night, without ever giving you quite what you need, but I’m not that mean, am I?” Spencer shakes his head, fingers digging in on her shoulders. Penelope kisses him slowly, sliding their tongues together until he relaxes. “You’re right,” she whispers, only a breath away from his lips. “I wouldn’t pass up sitting on my favorite cock, anyway.”
She smiles before lining him up and sinking onto him. He throws his head back with a loud groan. Penelope’s hand on his neck stops his head from clunking against their headboard.
“God, this stretch never gets old,” Penelope says, breathless. She slides down slowly, even though she’s been ready and wanting to do this for the last 30 minutes. “You’re so big, baby boy. Longer than most, yes, but shit, Spence, you get girthy when you’re hard- oh, fuck.”
Spencer takes long, slow breaths, trying to keep his cool. “Unh, Penny, I love you-”
Penelope laughs, a happy, airy sound. “Already with the I love yous, and I’m only halfway there?” Spencer blushes. Penelope kisses him sweetly and pauses her slide down. She rocks her hips and then back down, and he keens. “Oh, I love you too,” she says as she does it again.
Spencer whines as she establishes a rhythm, taking more of him with each bounce. “Fuck,” he whimpers, hands clutching her back.
“That’s the idea, baby,” she says with a smirk. It takes a moment (he is thoroughly distracted after all) but he laughs when he understands her meaning. The laughter turns into another moan when she sinks down around almost all of him and grinds her hips, and then starts gently bouncing again.
It doesn’t take much more of that before Penelope is sitting on all of his cock. Spencer slumps back against the headboard. He runs a hand along the side of her breasts and stomach. “Oh, fuck, fuck, Pen-” She clenches around him.
“Doing okay, baby boy?” Penelope asks, nonchalantly as if she isn’t grinding slowly, hips moving in a circle. Spencer nods, hands grabbing the sides of her stomach.
“Yes- unh- I’m okay,” he says, voice barely a whisper. “More than okay.”
Penelope smiles softly at him. “Good boy. You fill me up so nicely. The perfect fit.” His fingers press into her soft flesh.
Grinding like this keeps him pressed against her g spot. Spencer keens, eyes half lidded as he watches her move. “God, Penelope,” he moans.
She pulls him in for a kiss, gentle and open mouthed. Spencer runs his hands along her back. “There’s my baby boy,” she mutters against his lips. “Being so good for me.”
Spencer whimpers as she rocks her hips faster and clenches around him. “Penny!” He tugs her closer, pressing them skin to skin across their torsos.
Penelope tilts his head down to rest their foreheads together. She plays with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I love sitting on your cock like this, pretty boy. Where’d you get such a big dick?”
Spencer stammers, drifting happily as her grinding and rocking makes him mindless.
Penelope giggles. “Shh, baby, let me fuck you,” she says before kissing him again. Spencer tangles a hand in her hair. They settle into this happy intimacy, kissing as she grinds in his lap. Spencer keeps whimpering as her tongue explores his mouth. His right hand palms her ass, squeezing as she rolls her hips. “You sound so pretty,” she says, breathless.
“I love you,” Spencer whimpers. “I love you, I love you- oh, fuck!”
Penelope tugs on his hair again. “You gonna cum pretty boy?” Spencer nods, eyes glassy. “Good. Cum inside of me, baby.”
Spencer whines, fingers digging into her skin. “Oh-”
“Go ahead Spence, let go, I want you to.” Penelope rocks with fast short bursts, squeezing around him and pulling his hair to push him over the edge.
“Fuck!” He sobs out, tensing and clinging to her tighter than he has all night as his orgasm hits him like a truck.
“There you go, baby boy, just like that,” she says. She slips a hand in between them to rub her clit. Spencer moans as she follows him over the edge, fluttering around his sensitive cock. “Oh, fuck, fuck-” Penelope slumps against him, both of them panting.
Spencer drops his head forward into the crook of her neck. He kisses her skin lightly. "Fuck, Pen."
Penelope rests her cheek on his head. "Yeah?"
Spencer nods, lips brushing her skin again. She lifts herself off of his softening dick. His arms tighten around her, not wanting to ruin their closeness.
"Spencer, sugar, I gotta go get two washcloths." Spencer whines, nuzzling her chest. Penelope strokes his hair fondly. "Okay, my love, more snuggling first." She gently lowers them both backwards onto the bed, letting Spencer keep his head on her chest.
"We're on the wrong side," Spencer mumbles, but not unhappily. Penelope curls his long hair around her fingers.
"When I get up, we can switch to the right side." Spencer hums in acknowledgment. He wiggles closer, hooking a long leg over hers. "You did so good, baby. I mean it."
Spencer smiles against her skin. "I always wanna be good for you Penelope. I love you."
Penelope tugs him closer, grabbing his left hand with her right. "I love you too. So much." She scratches his scalp, feels his eyes flutter shut.
They lay there for 5 minutes more, before Penelope knows he needs the rest of their routine. He whines marginally when she wiggles out of bed, but he's dozing now and she makes sure to brush a kiss against his shoulder before she leaves the room.
Armed with two washcloths and a refill on Spencer’s water, Penelope pads back into the room. She sets the glass down on Spencer’s bedside table. “Spencer,” she says, brushing his hair off of his forehead. He leans into her touch. “Come lay on the right side of the bed and drink a little water.” He grumbles, but lets her hands maneuver him onto the pillows. Penelope sits next to him and gently wipes his face.
“Thank you,” Spencer whispers. She kisses his forehead. “Love you.”
Penelope hands him the water glass, making sure he drinks some. “I love you more.”
Spencer huffs a laugh out of his nose. “Not possible.” Penelope uses the other washcloth on herself before tossing them both in the laundry basket.
Climbing into bed, she wraps her arms around Spencer. “Let’s argue about it tomorrow.” He hums in acknowledgment, but he’s already snuggling into her embrace, tossing his arm over her side and putting his face into her shoulder. Penelope traces little figure eights along Spencer’s spine. “But I’m gonna win,” she whispers. She tucks her face into his hair and shuts her eyes.
Spencer is already asleep, but the arm around her tightens. The familiar motion makes her heart swell. A deep breath or two, and she’s slipping into sleep, the kind of peaceful rest she always gets wrapped up with her love. She squeezes him, tugs him closer. He sighs- the warmth of his breath ghosts across her skin. The shiver is the last thing she feels in her half awake state, and then she’s drifting.
im just saying. if i wanna be all Im Analyzing The Text And Also I Like To Spit In God's Eyes..... "i cant tell you how many men need to be submissive as an outlet from their extremely stressful jobs" is my new favorite line for my sub hotch truthing behavior
when hotch is in that black button down he answers his own question. "how am i a whore?" bitch LOOK in the mirror rn
good for her
a gotchgan and temily fic
the first @qvid-pro-qvo and @hotchseyebrows collab
a/n: my dearest darling qvo and i have a penchant for saying "yes, and" until the cows come home and well. here we are. also somehow this is the very first gotchgan fic on ao3 to my knowledge? it sure is exhausting being trailblazers but alas! the sacred duty falls to us
rating: explicit! very explicit- penelope likes her details, what can i say. minors dni, thank you kindly (threesome, teasing, cunnilingus, blow jobs, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, creampie)
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The ongoings and intricacies of the Garcia-Morgan-Hotchner household, told from Penelope Garcia herself to a very curious pair of BAU agents. Girls' night will never be the same again.
(In other words, Penelope gets absolutely spoiled by her two partners, and Tara and Emily get every single detail.)
word count: 4287
The energy is a low thrum in the crowd’s chest, most of them gathered near the edges and along the counter space. There’s too many points of focus - the final call for a bachelorette party about to make their way to another venue, the steady thumps of glasses being placed back on the wood countertops, people filtering in and out of bathrooms with too few stalls - but Emily can’t take her eyes off of the couple in the center.
Derek and Penelope. Morgan and Garcia. On the dance floor, her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on her hips as they rest their foreheads together and sway back and forth. Nothing else seems to matter to them when they’re together, except them. Him and her, their focus on each other just like Emily’s is.
The songs are slow, but the rhythm beneath them is what is felt in Emily’s chest, as she hears the bartender announce her and Tara’s next choice for drink. She looks up, settles the tab, and then pulls away to walk back along the side of the place. The lights are low but perfect to give Tara another once over (tenth of the night, if she’s giving a conservative estimate). Looking up at her girlfriend’s smile and slowly working her way down her body.
She’s not subtle, that’s for sure.
“Looking for something?” Tara asks. Her voice has a little laugh in it, their own inside joke.
Emily slides the drink into Tara’s hand. She sidles up to her partner, brushing a hand along her lower back. “Somehow I am still surprised that heels make you this tall.”
Tara laughs before taking a sip of her drink and leaving a grateful kiss on Emily’s temple. “6’3” easy, baby.” She sits down on her stool and grabs Emily’s hand with a smile. “Not that it’s not exhausting being this beautiful. That’s why I have you to fetch the drinks.” Emily laughs too, leaning in to kiss Tara.
After a moment, Emily pulls back and looks around. She wraps an arm around Tara’s waist. “Look at the lovebirds?” Tara laughs into her drink, looking towards the dance floor. Well, what’s left of the dance floor. It’s late, and the place isn’t known for its vibrant dance experience anyway, so the dance floor currently consists of a DJ playing slow jams (on request) and Derek and Penelope lost in their own world.
It almost feels like an invasion of privacy watching them dance now, Pen’s lips near Derek’s ear, the way he’s smiling gently yet with some hidden meaning surely behind it Emily’s too far out of the loop to ascertain. She can take a guess, though, as the two of them laugh and somehow get even closer - a miracle, truly. Penelope nudges their noses together before pulling him into a kiss. It makes Emily smile to see it.
That’s when Hotch arrives.
“Emily,” he says, voice warm, if not a little worn for the late hour, “and Tara. Good to see you.”
“You, too, Hotch,” Tara says, lifting her drink to him.
After he and Derek retired, Emily was uncertain how they’d keep up with each other. It was Penelope who was that connection once they left, keeping the rest of the team up to date, with... well, both of them. It didn’t take long for Emily to deduce that it was more than one former agent who she was going home to, especially when girls’ nights ended with one or the other getting her home.
Nevertheless, even after five years for Hotch and a meager two for Derek, it’s still a shock to see him out of a suit and tie, though the polo isn’t too far of a cry from professional.
They make some kind of small talk as Emily and Tara work on their drinks, finishing them while the song finishes as well. Aaron fills them in on the judicial consulting he does, and Emily can’t help but spill a couple of case details while the two on the floor start to drift back towards the table. Tara nudges Emily's side with a knowing smile, drawing her attention to the way Derek is spinning Penelope around with one hand and making her giggle as they maneuver closer.
That’s when Penelope turns her head just a little, sees Hotch, and lights up, making a beeline towards him, arms throwing around his neck and giving him a firm kiss on the cheek.
“Aar-Bear!” she yells, and the music isn’t loud enough to drain out the endearment completely. Derek isn’t far behind her, hand on her lower back, rubbing along a seam of the dress she’s wearing.
“Hey, Hotch,” Derek says, and his eyes are shining just as bright as Pen’s, even if his touch is restrained just to her. “Missed you.”
His voice is still warm, however, and his eyes are soft. Emily dips her gaze briefly for her drink, sure to lift her eyes again to see the way he hugs her. “Hey, Pen, Derek. You ready to go?”
It seems to crush her - her eyes go wide and sorrowful, and even as Derek wraps around her from behind she can’t hide her pout. “We have to leave? But, my darlings -”
“We’ll see you soon, Penny,” Emily promises, Tara nodding next to her, arm wrapping around her waist. A united front against the force that is Penelope Garcia. “We’ll have another girls’ night, get you good and proper wasted.”
Penelope lets out a dreamy sigh. “There’s that London in you - okay, okay, okay, I guess I am being… swept away by one of my knights in shining armor.” Her hands lift in a show of surrender, and Derek smiles at Hotch as he passes him towards the exit of the bar. Emily doesn’t miss the squeeze of their hands in the passing, or the way that Hotch lingers back to watch Derek and Penelope stumble forward through the entrance and out into the parking lot where his car is. Derek can only manage a wave as Penelope leans on him, and quickly ensures her safety into the front seat before getting into the back himself.
“Thanks for looking after them,” Hotch says, turning back to Emily and Tara with a smile that they would have never seen on a case. “I owe you both.”
“You don’t, but if you’re offering to pay for our Uber…”
There’s a little laugh shared among the three of them, and Hotch opens his mouth to answer. Unfortunately, confirmation is lost as Penelope sticks her head out of the window without a thought in the world, blonde curls falling in front of her face as she yells out to Aaron. “Aaron Hotchner, my sweet love, if you don’t get in this car and take me home to rail me right now, I will scream.”
Tara and Emily can’t help the way they stop, heads whipping around to look at Penelope. Her smile is bright, and they have just enough time to look back at their old unit chief. Aaron has gone a bright, deep red, and Penelope has not budged from her position out of the window of their SUV.
“Well?” the FBI analyst calls out again, and Emily has to keep her hand over her mouth to hide the way she’s about to break at the look on Aaron’s face.
“S-Sorry, I’ll - I’ll see you both,” he manages, starting to move towards the car he has to now drive.
“Wonder what that looks like at the… Garcia-Morgan-Hotchner home,” Emily whispers to Tara, hand still over her mouth.
Tara does laugh, though - Hotch looks like he’s struggling to maintain any semblance of composure as he makes his way to the car, and she can see Derek’s face on Penelope’s neck as she waves wildly at them when the vehicle drives off. “It is… intriguing,” she admits, and Emily can’t hold in her laugh any longer as the two of them find their own way home.
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It lingers. Penelope’s words, Hotch’s face, Derek’s laugh sounding off from the backseat. It sticks with Tara and Emily on the way home, and Emily is the one who eventually breaks.
It’s an innocuous enough text. The response, however, required a bit more context.
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Emily: so did he rail you?
Pen: 🥴😵💫🥳🤩☄️🍑🍆🍌🍽
Emily: …… not the dinner plate.
Pen: what!!! he had to clean up the mess somehow ;)
Pen: do you want… details? because i can give you details…
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Tara and Emily have to pause. Take a moment, look at each other, trying to decide if details are what they want at this moment. On the one hand, that would be more information than they ever thought they would get about two of their closest friends (they know far too much about Penelope for much to be a surprise - they think.) but on the other, it’s been incredibly… intriguing, this glimpse into the Garcia-Morgan-Hotchner household. They weigh the options, and curiosity wins out in the end.
They do in fact want all the details.
Go for it, Pen, Tara responds, and they are not nearly prepared enough for the deluge of texts they get next.
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Pen: at every red light i was grabbing his thigh and ghosting my hand along his, you know, and turning back to grin at derek who was just watching me tease aar
and derek wouldn’t be left behind and so he was leaning forward and kissing aaron on the ear and the neck and me, and by the time we’re about to turn in and we park he’s kissing me before we even get into the house, as SOON as we’re in the driveway
aar just gets so pretty when he's flustered!!! can you blame us for wanting to rile him up?? plus. hes SUCH a good kisser, my goodness
Pretty. That word sticks out to Emily, but before she can linger on it too long, Tara is jabbing her with her elbow. There’s no time for wondering, because Penelope is typing with experienced fingers and the two of them are enraptured.
Pen: his cheeks just get so pink and flushed and he stammers when he’s all nervous but he’s still aaron, you know? so he’s all bossy and telling me to get inside and derek is laughing and pushing him forward and everything
and he's so HANDSY, like i dont think anyone would be surprised that derek cant keep his hands off either of us, but aaron... he's so. yea
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Already they’ve learned so much about their former boss. It’s enough to make Emily’s eyes widen just a little bit, leaning back from the screen to think. It hasn’t gotten too explicit yet, but at the speed Penelope is going it’s only a matter of time.
“She’s still going,” Tara warns her, her own eyes wide. She moves to set her phone back on the table, but Emily’s hand reaches out to stop her, lifting it back up to eye level. “We could stop, now. Delete from here.”
Emily takes a breath. But she knows what she wants. “We asked for this,” she reminds her, and the two of them dive back in. “And… we have to know.”
With Tara’s nod, they keep going.
(The string of texts they get afterward are forever cemented into Tara and Emily’s memories. Not only that, but the both of them are eternally grateful that any consulting work Hotch or Morgan do is resigned to phone calls and emails, as they are uncertain they’ll ever be able to look either of them in the eye again.)
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he keeps stopping me on the way to the bedroom to press me against the wall and slip his tongue in my mouth or to press me in between him and derek and trace his tongue down between my cleavage, so im already all worked up before we even get close to our room
and honestly. thank the universe that jack has been at a friend's this weekend because oh boy!! i have no desire to scar my beloved jack attack with his fathers'.... Behavior
ANYWAY and he doesn’t hesitate to pull my dress down, which, a) MEN, there’s a zipper, just tug a little, and b) SO hot when he just has to get right there as quick as possible, mouth on boob as soon as possible. not to mention derek is lifting my skirt and working on my tights, which, thank god, it was time to take those bad boys off after all day at a desk
so now derek is palming my ass and biting at my neck and aaron can't decide which nipple to suck on, so he's switching between them and groaning against my skin, and im just already so drenched
and then before i can blink, aaron, AARON, the only one without a singular drink tonight, looks up at me, and is on his knees. just drops. and i look down and he is under my skirt and before i can breathe his tongue is on my clit and he’s eating me out like he is dying of thirst ladies
and derek has to hold me up because we arent even in the bed and my knees buckle because oh my GOD he's not holding back at ALL, tongue flicking at my clit and then slipping inside of me and groaning against me again, and derek gives my tits some attention with a free hand as he murmurs in my ear and nibbles at my earlobe
and at that point im jello, im shaky, barely standing, i’ve got two gorgeous men determined to make me come, then then aaron is pulling one of my legs up over his shoulder, and he seems to remember, in that moment, my direct request and he works up to using three fingers to fuck me, stretch me open until im coming all over his against derek and unable to think let alone speak and say something coherent. but are we done? NO - not railed, ladies
and im just slumped on them both- which in reflection is such a marker of our love and how safe i feel with them because i was not supporting my own weight at all, and it didn't even occur to me- and aaron is kissing my thighs and smirking while derek nuzzles my cheek for a few moments before im unabashedly whining for more
and when aaron smirks, when he SMIRKS, you know he is not done. and derek does not hesitate, he is sucking marks into my neck and he is asking if im a good girl and deserve more (yes) before he and aaron almost fully lift me to get me to bed. i am now in bed. i have two gorgeous men standing over me, one of them with me all over his face and then i realize. im basically undressed and they have not BUDGED.
and that simply will NOT do, because i want to see my loves in all of their glory (i mean time and place- sometimes it really makes all three of us go crazy if they are fully clothed while im totally naked), but there's nothing i wont get if i break out the 🥺 look especially with my tits out and my legs spread open just right
so i break out the look, im 🥺🥺🥺 with the best of them, and derek and aaron look down at me and they’re so soft and gentle, all ‘what’s wrong, baby girl?’ and ‘what d’you need, pen?’ and it’s like, i need my boys, that’s what i need, and when i say glory i mean glory, i mean that you haven’t seen GOD until you’ve seen derek morgan and aaron hotchner strip off their clothes for you, all so they can make you come a Second time
and i dont even ask for it, but derek tugs hotch in for a kiss before either of them push off their boxers and that makes my heart melt cause any reminder i have won the cosmic lottery in terms of triadic love will do that to a person (and also my puss THROB cause they are just playing up the tongue so much and im so sure aaron still tastes like me, you know? so ridiculously outrageously hot) and then finally i watch them both slowly reveal themselves to me, which like is nothing new but still makes me feel crazy because jesus!!!!!! i can't even begin to explain how big they are
and so in my field of view are two perfect huge dicks, two perfect awesome men, and me on the bed whining for both of them!!! and i must get some full words out because derek is chuckling and kissing me and saying how i requested someone in particular first, and then aaron is lifting my leg and pushing his fingers back in me and then derek is asking if he can fuck my mouth which do i even have to say yes??? (obviously i do, good communication always, but it comes out as yesyesyesyesyes because OBVIOUSLY DEREK 🙄)
so then the both of them help me get on my hands and knees so my beautiful baby can curl his fingers against my gspot all slow and doing these tiny kitten licks against my clit while using his free (big, huge, STRONG) hand to grab at my hip so tight i still have the marks, while derek kisses me a few more times before maneuvering himself to get his gorgeous and divine cock brushing against my lips, but not fucking into my mouth even when i whine and stick out my tongue
i am trembling at this point, okay? i am on the brink — AGAIN — and i know he’s holding back for a reason because i have a great mouth and im VERY good at using it. but then i realize he’s looking up at aaron, too, GRINNING, says “ready, baby?” and before i can think he’s got his hand on my jaw and he’s telling me to open up, and then i feel aaron start to push into me as derek is feeding me his cock and im - im gone, im in heaven, im levitating okay, because i am stuffed full of cock at both ends and im in my happy place
cause ladies, i really dont think i can properly express just how fucking HUGE these two are, like my brain turns to mush with just one of them inside of me but both of them like that? oh my god, my brain was leaking out of my ears barely able to stay up on all fours- and they don't even move at first just this slow slow push in as deep as they can on that first thrust and then just waiting while i twitch and tremble in between
and don’t even talk to me about the sounds they’re making — derek goes all tight and tensed and “yea baby girl” so earnestly but aaron goes all slack-jawed and noises that don’t sound like anything other than him, and then when i look up, tears in my eyes from, well, these inches of cock im taking, derek, sweet incredible huge derek, asks me if im ready for more, and when i blink up, nodding, and he can tell im not tapping out that’s when they both FINALLY start moving
and they are so well practiced at moving in rhythm together, at first they are both thrusting in and out at the same pace, making me so full and then so empty all at once, and then slowly they start working towards a rhythm where im never empty which is precisely what i need and aaron is groaning and telling derek that im dripping and leaking all over his cock and derek thumbs at my cheek and tells me im "such a good girl, taking two big cocks and loving it, needing more" and aar is gripping at my thighs so perfectly
i know there’s gonna be marks there, later, and that when we’re all done he’s gonna kiss them all sweet and gentle and make sure im okay, but right now all i can think is nothing but oh my god and yes and more. and then i hear aaron say, “i know she wants more, she wants our cum, derek” and that’s it, he’s so smart, hits the nail on the head, and he can tell because im clenching around his cock and desperately swallowing around derek’s, and there’s no time for patience because he said it and that’s what i NEED in that moment, i need them to come inside me and on me and all of it
and they both GROAN and then aaron chuckles because i just proved him so right and he starts thrusting harder and faster. derek does too a little but he also worries about hurting my throat by being reckless, and it makes my head spin to feel how he loves me like that, but then my brain is mush again because aar is rubbing my clit and bemusedly wondering how much more im gonna come before they fill me up properly
and i know he wants me to come again but i want him to come inside of me and make it messy, and so what happens is im moaning around derek’s cock, who’s groaning and trying not to fuck my face too hard but he watching me and aaron who’s fucking into me and who now has both my legs spread so wide im just on full display, and each time he fucks into me im moaning again, and it’s just a cycle and they’re heaping on praise and before i can think im coming again around aaron because he has not let up on my clit, and then he’s pushing a finger inside along side his cock too and i don’t know how he hasn’t come yet but i know he’s close, and i know derek’s close, and i know they want a third orgasm out of me because they’re incredible and insane
and tears are on my cheeks and drool all over my chin at this point because it's just so much incredible and wonderful sensation and im so stretched around aaron anyway, but then he slips that finger in? god. it reminds me of the few times we've had the time and energy to, well have them both inside of me like that and im just trembling and whimpering around derek's cock and i thank my lucky stars i don’t have a cold so that derek doesn't have to take his cock out of my mouth at all at this, just fucking my throat and watching me get a little lightheaded from only breathing through my nose and how good im being fucked
and when derek starts biting his lip i know he’s close, and i know i am too, and then i feel the way aaron grabs at my thigh and shifts forward and then he’s fucking into me, and can twist that finger, and can hit my gspot until im seeing stars, and god bless his stamina but i finally feel his rhythm falter and for one blissful moment derek pulls out completely, and aaron is out of me too, and i just know what’s coming as i can take a full breath before i feel der fuck into my mouth, and then he’s coming, babes, he’s coming and i get to swallow it all, and aaron gets to watch the way i whine with it and he loses himself and then HE’S coming from being inside me and watching some of derek’s cum drip from my lips, and as he fucks his cum into that’s when the third orgasm hits and im just — im gone. i am GONE, ladies. i can’t believe im alive. standing. able to speak.
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Tara’s eyes go wide. She hasn’t been able to breathe, let alone think for about twenty minutes. She turns to look at Emily, who, while getting these texts herself, has trouble breathing or thinking as she watches Tara type out some kind of response.
Her fingers start. Stop. Start again. Emily feels her pain, isn’t sure she’d even be able to respond after all of that. Her collar feels tight. “Good god, Pen.”
When Tara sends it, Emily’s phone alerts her of the notification. She lifts it up to glance at it.
Tara: “holy… shit….”
Pen: "but anyway :) i am so sore today in the best way and have used that leverage to be utterly pampered all day long :) i love my boys so much"
“I’ll say,” Tara laughs, and it’s a little hysterical, leaning back on the couch next to Emily, pushing fingers against her temple as she reaches for the wine in front of her.
There’s silence in their house, save for Sergio’s lone meow as he bats at one of his toys in the other room. A needle could drop and it’d deafen the both of them, especially as Emily moves to lean against Tara and sigh.
“She seems… happy,” she eventually settles with, hand moving down to gently rest on Tara’s thigh. "And she definitely knows how to tell a story, my lord."
“One word for it,” Tara concurs, taking a sip of her red. “Good for her.”
And with one last glance to her phone, Emily lifts it, locks it, and reaches forward to set it down on the coffee table. “Good for her,” she repeats, with a solemn and a careful lift of her own glass.
And when she raises it, Tara doesn’t hesitate, the gentle clink bringing Sergio running to curl up in a lap of his choosing.
maybe im a silly goose but i just think it would have been cool if spencer and hotch boned a little after the whole chester hardwick thing
they have sex so often in dharma and greg yall. So Often. now when you connect this to my d+g gotch au, youll see that- [i accidentally drop my phone off the top of a ferris wheel. the screen shatters, leaving us all wondering if i could have possibly had some interesting and nuanced take or if i was just gonna say they Also bang a lot. who knows!!!]