submitting an order for the cafe! plain bagel + Would You Love Me Again from the Epic Musical with reader seeing Spencer for the first time after being released from prison? thank you in advance <33
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a/n: this song is insane i've never heard it before but the lyrics are sooooo post prison spencer thank you for letting this into my life anon! this got lengthy and i rlly wanted to write even more but i have 16 requests lmfaooo
He’s loud about love, weirdly. He has no problem being outward about it, not when it means telling the world that he's lucky enough to have you, especially as his wife.
The entirely of his three months in prison felt like decades. You had grown used to a constant love, one that was always reassuring and consistent. Spencer was available to you at any given moment, just a call away, but the sudden change was even harder than you assumed it would have been.
He had seemingly stopped to connect. Daily phone calls began to grow further and further apart, until they stopped suddenly. Nothing had happened, no fighting or upset, but the weight of situation had finally caused something to give.
Now, standing in the office on wobbly feet, you couldn't help but worry about why. What had gone so wrong that he could no longer turn to you for anything? Or worse, was there even hope for your marriage after the months of strain?
When the door to the office finally opens, you're not met with the same man you once loved. He's different. He's leaned out, stress wears on his face, and his eyes tell a story that you're not sure you're ready to be faced with. You can tell someone put effort into attempting to piece him back together, as he's wearing his own clothes. As much as it hurts to know that the person who showed up for him first wasn't you, you can't be bothered by it. Not when he's here, standing within reach, for the first time.
There is no handbook for how to manage a situation like this. The only logical thing you can think of is to hold him to confirm his existence. So you do.
You can hear the slight hitch of his breath as you close the gap between you, your arms finding his body like everything is normal. You can feel every little change in him like this; the tension in his shoulders and the hesitation in his touch.
It doesn't cross your mind that your embrace is unwelcome, but you can't seem to care.
“Hi,” you whisper. The sound is muffled by layers of fabric and skin and collarbones, but it's there. It reaches him without the barrier of a phone.
“Hi,” he replies. “I’m sorry.”
The words are weighty. You're not sure what to do with them, but they don't mean any less because of it.
“It's okay,” you nod. “It doesn't matter. We can just… go home.”
He pulls away, and you finally get a good look at him again, every detail coming back to you like he never left. You can see the words forming in his mind.
“What?” You ask.
When you make an attempt to reach out again, this time with a hand to his face, you're swiftly denied contact. He captures your hand in his, instead holding it somewhere in mid air before letting it go.
“I don't…” he shakes his head. “I didn't call. I wasn't good to you.”
“It's okay. You had good reason.”
“But I didn't,” he protests. “It wasn't right. That's not… what I promised you.”
“Spencer,” you sigh. “It's over. I don't care.”
“But I do,” he sighs.
“I know who you are,” you reply. “It's okay. We had a rough few months. But things will get back to normal.”
He holds your gaze, as you hold his.
“I'm not sure we can.”
“Why wouldn't we?”
He opens his mouth, hesitating to explain.
“I just… I'm not the person you married.”
“Spencer.”
“Don't,” he huffs. “I did things that… weren't right. Weren't me.”
“And that's expected under the circumstances,” you say. “But I married you. In all forms and conditions. No matter what the cost was.”
He swallows thickly. This time, when you reach for him, he doesn't immediately resist. He allows you to take his face in your hands hesitantly, narrowed eyes still searching for doubt.
“Okay,” he nods.
“Good. Now come home,” you sigh.
The only response you get this time is the warmth of his hands on your sides, finally allowing himself to pull you back in once again.
someone pleaseeeeeeeeeee link me to that post of Spencer's secret ponytail in season 1!!!! I NEED to show my best friend and it's nowhere to be found after seeing it 100 times over the last few days
Warnings: Kissing, grumpy man Hotch and his sore body, they’re gonna do the frickle frackle in the lower half of the fic. I love cum and it’s described very deliciously in this fic.
Requested by @wheelsupkels -> Can you possibly write an imagine where Hotch pulls his back on a case, and the fem'reader offers to help him work it out in a friendly way because she was once a licensed massage therapist? Aaron of course is hesitant but gives in and allows it. But it gets heated
With your coffee in hand, you sat in the car, waiting for the jet to land. Aaron was coming back home today after what had sounded like one of the nastiest and most brutal cases he had ever seen. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly their unsub did to his victims, but on the other hand, you really didn’t want to know.
You could hear the roaring sound of the jet engine passing over you, watching as the plane got lower and lower until the pilot touched it down on the runway. You knew it would still be a few minutes, at least, before they were let out and could go home.
The trunk clicked open and you heard the sound of a bag being thrown into it before it was shut again. Aaron was usually quick to get inside the car when you picked him up, eager to go home, and spent as much time with you as he could before the next case swept him away. Which was why you were kind of worried when more than a minute passed by and he still hadn’t gotten in yet.
When he finally pulled the door open, he entered the vehicle with an audibly low groan. He sounded annoyed, almost as if the case was getting on his nerves as if he weren’t able to put it behind him.
“Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask, almost refusing to drive back home before he had answered your question. Your voice sounded frail, shy even, it was not like you to be drawn back from conversations like that. And Hotch surely noticed.
He couldn’t help but profile you, even when he didn’t want to. It was a switch in his brain that he seemed to never be able to turn off when he wanted it to. It was a curse rather than a blessing.
“I’m fine.” He just grumbled, trying to assure you, to ease your nerves, but his attempt was to no avail. You wouldn’t let it rest.
“Clearly, you’re not. Tell me, Aaron. I want to help, at least if there’s something I can do about it.” You turned fully in your seat, facing him, wanting to see his face, the emotions he likely wouldn’t show.
“I’m fine, (Y/N). Honestly. I pulled my back taking down the unsub. And the landing was a little harder than expected, with turbulence and wind on the ground, whatever the pilot said.” He tried to explain. It felt like a boulder had been lifted from your chest, feeling like you could finally exhale and calm down.
“Why didn’t you just say. You know I can help you with that.” You were always willing to help not only him, but his friends too, even though you’d gone out of that line of work years ago. The technique was still there, and it surely wasn’t going anywhere any time soon if you had a say in the matter.
“I don’t want you to get hurt too. It would be wrong if me to exploit you for your skills, just to help me.”
“Aaron, it’s my injury, and I want to help you. Now, when we get home I want you to go take a nice hot shower, none of those cold nasty ones that you like so much. It’ll help loosen up your muscles and make this a lot easier and less painful for you.” You gave his thigh a few pats before starting the car and driving off.
“Okay.” He ended up agreeing, knowing that he would never get out of it in the end, you’d just end up pestering him about his pain until it eventually got too painful for him to handle and he’d have to ask you anyways.
Aaron did as you’d ordered him to and took a hot shower. He hated everything about it. His skin felt clammy and gross, he was sweating and the whole bathroom felt like he had just entered a rainforest. There was a reason why he stuck to short cold showers.
He placed himself face down on the bed like you’d instructed him to. Only he was wearing a t-shirt after explicitly having been told to only wear his boxers.
“Honey, no. Get that off.” You grinned, grabbing at the hem of the shirt and slowly starting to pull it up and off of him. Once you had the soft fabric in your hands you couldn’t help but make the very rational decision of changing your own shirt out for his worn, faded shirt from college. You loved how it fell on your frame, feeling like you were being engulfed in his arms.
You straddled his lower back, making sure to put as little pressure on it as possible.
“Do you always sit on your clients like this?” You could hear the smile in his voice, muffled by the pillow he had sunken his head into.
“Only the ones that I like.” You giggled, placing your hands on either side of his waist. Your thumbs instantly dug into his muscles, slowly rubbing calculated circles, the pressure getting harder and harder as you felt his muscles loosen up more and more with each circle.
You let your hands travel further up his back, repeating the movement, circle, harder, circle, harder until you were satisfied and felt that you could move on to the next spot.
When you found the problem area, you felt the tight cluster under your palm and as soon as you dug into it, kneading the tender area, Aaron groaned out in pain. You heard a few bubbles in his spine pop, wondering if he had ever cracked his back before since only more seemed to pop as you worked the knot.
It felt like an eternity had passed when you finished with the knot. Aaron had relaxed completely under you, his body lax against the sheets. You moved your hands to his shoulders, gently kneading the spots between his shoulder blades. Aaron hummed in pleasure, making sounds of approval as you continued the movements over his back.
“There you go. All done.” You rolled over on the bed, letting him get up from the spot. Aaron pushed himself against the headboard, sighing in relief as he felt all the pain leaving his body.
“Come here you.” He pulled you into his lap, pulling you close to his chest as he caged you in by his arms. “Thanks” He kissed you. Instinctively, your hands went to his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks as you deepened the kiss.
Aaron’s tongue pushed past your lips, massaging your muscle. You moaned against his lips, his starting to roll against his crotch. You could feel his cock starting to stiffen against you, the bulge angled just right to tease you from your own movements.
Grabbing a hold of your hair he pulled you back, falling over until your head hit the sheets and he was on top. It was now his turn to roll against you.
“See what you do to me?” He grunted, feeling his balls tighten at the thought of your tight core swallowing him. Aaron took your hands and moved them over your head, holding you in place and rendering you immobile. He loved having you like this, all under his control and at his mercy. God, you were a precious thing.
He teased you for a bit longer, getting to hear your desperate whimpers as you begged him to fuck you. It was like a symphony in his ears. You always sounded so sweet while begging.
Aaron positioned your bodies right side up on the bed, your head resting on the pillow he only moments ago had grunted into. With skillful hands, he started undressing you, removing first his shirt from your frame, then your bra, letting your tits escape their prison and present themselves to him as your nipples hardened from the air, brushing over them and the pure lust you were feeling towards him.
He almost couldn’t take it anymore as he yanked your shorts down, pulling your panties with him.
“So darn pretty.” He moaned against your skin, trailing kisses from your hips to your lips. You whined against him, wanting more than what he was giving. You always wanted more, and he always gave it to you.
Aaron stripped himself from his boxers, his cock bouncing up against his stomach. His size always surprised you, always made you believe that you couldn’t take him, even though you’d taken him so many times before.
His tip was red angry and leaking with precum. Salty, delicious cum. His cum. You loved the taste of him, almost wanting to tackle him to the bed and wrap your lips around him, sure to gag as you tried to take all of him, even though you couldn’t, not yet.
Aaron positioned his spongy head against your cunt, slowly pushing in and stretching you out. It felt amazing. The way he filled you up always felt amazing. You fit together like two pieces of a puzzle-like you truly were made for each other.
You moaned out in pleasure as he bottomed out. Feeling his heavy weight inside of you. You wrapped yourself around his body as he started thrusting. Slow, yet hard strokes that send astronomical sparks of pleasure through your nerves. Your nails dug into his skin, sure to leave red marks in the morning.
You could already feel the coil in your belly start to tighten, feeling him brush against your spot with every single calculated thrust. You almost couldn’t help it as you screamed out his name, followed by violent bucks of your hips against his. He knew just how to work you to make you feel the most pleasure.
Aaron soon followed suit, coating your fluttering walls with white ropes of gooey cum. He pulled out of you, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness. Aaron gathered you in his arms, holding you close and pressing featherlight kisses to your cheeks.
“You did so good.” He praised, watching your eyes light up at his words. “Thanks for helping out with my back.”
“I hope you didn’t pull it again.” You smiled, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. “My grumpy old man.” You mumbled against his skin, pressing a kiss to his jaw as you closed your eyes, ready for the nap you both were about to have before it was time for a shower with your grumpy man.
GUESS WHO? it's me. :)) haven't requested something from you in AWHILE, so here it is.
me bringing my future excitement into this so - male reader × emily (of course) are in an ldr and they're gonna meet for the first time. 😃
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First, let me start off by saying, asdfkjhalskdjfh! I'm so, so excited for the two of you, and you deserve to finally close the distance. Love you both and I can't wait to hear about your adventures.
You said male reader here, but after talking to you, I'm going to change it to gender neutral for your writing challenge.
Love,
Serenity
All of the Stars
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x gn!Reader
Summary: While Emily was living in England (set somewhere between 8x01-9x14), reader became her replacement on the Quantico team. After they had needed her expertise on a case, things blossomed into a long-distance relationship.
Warnings: some brief angst- allusions to depressive and anxious thoughts. one swear word.
Word Count: 1623
A/N: Writing this for The End of CJ’s Chapter challenge. Hard to believe he is leaving Tumblr on Friday, but we are going to make the best of this bittersweet moment. Song fic inspired by “All of the Stars” by Ed Sheeran. Thank you @writer-in-theory and @lcvingprentjss for betaing this for me and giving me all the words of encouragement.
“You’re on the other side as the skyline splits in two, miles away from seeing you.”
Dark hair that cascaded over a plush pillow was a sight for sore eyes, especially when said hair belonged to one Emily Prentiss. She had drifted off to sleep during their nightly video call and Y/N didn’t have the heart to wake her just yet.
Your sun had just begun to set, the sky turned into a swirl of mauve and carnation. Meanwhile, her moon was shining bright in a mix of navy and deep cornflower. Over the video call, crickets from her end could be heard, meanwhile the birds were only beginning to settle on yours.
The time difference had been a different thing to navigate, but you two had managed to make it work. Most of the time, Emily would fall asleep first, you quietly grinning as her breathing changed into the softest of snores. She didn’t sleep enough, so you didn’t want to disturb her, but you wanted her to be comfortable.
“Emily, love?” you called out softly, so as to not startle her awake. Her eyelashes fluttered before her sleepy gaze settled upon yours. You had to swallow the lump in your throat. How could one person be so gorgeous, even when dead tired? “You should change out of your work clothes and take your makeup off.”
A laugh bubbled from her chest as she ran a hand over her face, “Yeah, you’re probably right. Don’t hang up, I’ll be right back,” she murmured, sitting up before she disappeared out of the frame.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you chuckled, turning your head to your computer so you could get some work files done. As gorgeous as Emily looked in a button up and a subtle smokey eye, there was no denying she was equally as stunning in a little nightgown with no makeup. After ten minutes or so, she returned, slipping under the covers, you grinned brightly, “See? I bet that feels so much better.”
Emily adjusted her phone, propping it up against her lamp, a smirk tugging at her lips “Maybe, but I can’t let you be right too often, or you’ll let it go to your head.”
“I’ll allow it for tonight, but you,” you looked at her seriously, “you need to go to sleep because you have to be up in four hours.”
Was it that late, already? One glance at her alarm clock confirmed it. Blinding red numbers looked back at her- 1:00. She couldn’t argue that. And showing up to work poorly rested was less than ideal.
With a sigh, Emily settled into bed, pulling the covers over her just the way she liked. “I love you, Y/N.”
“Love you always, my star,” you murmured fondly, muting yourself so your typing wouldn’t wake her. You worked for the next few hours, glancing over to your phone to make sure Emily was sleeping peacefully. Occasionally Emily would snore, making you laugh. Thankfully, you were muted, otherwise you certainly would have woken her.
Though that smile melted into something more morose. Emily was across the ocean, untouchable through a phone screen. How you couldn’t wait until the day you could reach over and touch her face while she slept, feel the warmth of her skin under your fingertips.
Soon.
You had to hold on to that for now.
Soon.
“But I can see the stars from America. I wonder, do you see them too?”
“It’s just another night, and I’m staring at the moon. I saw a shooting star and thought of you.”
“Penelope, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind,” You called out, startling the woman when you entered her self-proclaimed lair.
“What, what? What happened this time? You just got off the phone with Emily, didn’t you?” She asked, putting her fuzzy pen into its cup. You often confided in Penelope if Emily was asleep or unable to talk, so she was ready to tackle the current situation.
You plopped yourself down in the stray computer chair, gladly taking the stress ball Penelope was holding out to you.
“I did. A case went sour and she was upset,” you paused, shaking your head, “So upset, Penelope, and I couldn’t do much to help. There’s only so much I can do from a different continent.”
Penelope considered what you were saying, quick to start typing on her computer. You had thought she had just grown bored of you, but you could see airlines pulled up on the screen.
“Wha-What are you doing?” you asked, getting up to take a proper look at what Penelope was going.
She smirked, adjusting her glasses, “Well, when I’m not talking to you and listening to you complain about the distance, I’m talking to Emily and listening to her complain about the distance,” she glanced up at her dear friend, “So, let’s do something about that distance.”
You were scared to even try. You hadn’t even talked to Emily about planning something like this. What if you showed up and she slammed the door in your face? Would you need to get a hotel room? What if she flies out on a case the moment you land? There were so many factors and-
Penelope touched you hand, “In case you forgot, I’m a genius in my own right. I’m going to call her friend and find out her schedule for the next couple weeks. Okay? We’ll make this work.”
You couldn’t do anything other than nod.
You were going to see her soon.
“You’re the song my heart is beating to.”
“So, open your eyes and see the way our horizons meet.”
After opening the door to her flat, Emily tossed her things down, ready for the day to be over. That is, until red catches her eye. She looks up, eyebrows furrowed, perplexed.
The petals of red roses scattered over walnut floorboards. White starflowers and red dahlias were perfectly arranged in several vases along every surface she could see.
“What on earth…” she muttered, a breathy laugh slipping past her lips. It had to be a result of you conspiring with Louise, as she was the only other person with a key. Even separated by an ocean, you would shower her with gifts, solidifying the fact that she had found the one.
Pulling out the cellphone out of her pocket, Emily dialed your number, needing to know for sure. She lifted the device to her ear, buzzing with excitement. You hadn’t planned to talk for another hour, but she couldn’t wait. Not for this. Though that excitement shifted into pure nerves. Not only was she hearing the monotonous ringing from her phone, but a ringtone from further into her flat could be heard clear as day.
She drew in a breath, dropping her phone as if it had suddenly burned her. There was no way. But she wanted it to be, because if not, she was about to be another one of those naïve women who gets snatched up. With an exhale, Emily followed the sound to her bedroom. Please be Y/N.
She raised a trembling hand and pushed the door open, and lo and behold, there you were, sat at the foot of her bed with the widest grin she’s ever seen.
“Y/N,” she gasped out, tears already making their way down her cheeks before she could process it. You chuckled. Oh, what a beautiful sound it was. You were here in the flesh, not blurry on a small screen, voice not distorted or out of sync. You were here and Emily was suddenly overwhelmed with complete and irrevocable happiness.
You had made an attempt to stand and embrace her, but Emily was already ahead of you, running to close the distance you’d been yearning to for the last year. She buried her face in the crook of your neck as you circled your arms around her waist.
“You’re here,” she sobbed, chills dispersing over skin in the wake of your touch.
You, too, let out a watery laugh, “Yeah, I’m here. I couldn’t wait anymore, Em, I had to see you. Penelope and your friend, Louise, helped me pull it off, so I might be owing them lattes for the next month.”
Emily pulled away, just enough to see your face. You were beautiful to look at just from her phone screen… this, though. Seeing you from this close, the smile lines beginning to form, and god, your eyes. Little did she realize; You were doing just the same as the back of your knuckles traced her jawline.
Her hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones, as if there was a chance you still weren’t there, holding her. When her eyes fell upon your lips, you smirked, leaning in to capture her lips against yours in a kiss. She hummed into it, quickly melting into your touch. Her lips were soft and gentle as they moved against yours, a bit hesitant because you both wanted it to be perfect.
Her hands instinctively slid up onto your shoulders, gripping them tightly as she could feel herself getting lost in you, consumed by the heat of your embrace. You pulled her closer, then, one hand pressed firmly against the small of her back while you used the other to tangle in her dark hair, deepening the kiss even further.
Before things got too heated, Emily put a hand over your chest, breaking the kiss as she rests her forehead against yours, “I love you so much.”
“And I love you, Emily Prentiss,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her nose, “Always and forever.”
“Both of our hearts believe; all of these stars will guide us home.”
I am so happy that I decided to become a part of the cmblr community! I am so excited for you guys to read all of the ideas I have! (when I finally complete them oof)
Right now tho I want to write some cute one shots and stuff to get my writings on here started and hopefully get a master list going!! Request things!! Honestly I'll write for any of the characters as of right now!!
