#hotchniss prompt

[sylix-royalty]

Request Prompts

I keep seeing people doing numbered prompts that people can request, so take this as my version! Super excited!

I'll write most ships (Nothing romantic with Rossi, tho, he's a Pasta dad to me.) But I prefer things like Heid, Jemily, and Moreid though I haven't read/written a lot of them! But I will do straight ships as well! If you'd like, you may also include Jack or Henry for a little Jack or Hen-team/parental/fatherly bonding

I do write smut, so some of these can drift into that territory as well. (And for you Spencer lovers out there, I will also write Ethan as a little Pre-Canon special)

Just lemme know!

"Do you really think I'd leave you like that?"

"Do you want to go out next week? Or... maybe tomorrow?"

"Listen, I'm still trying to figure everything out."

"You can kiss me, it's okay."

"(S)He's mine. Back up."

"You're hands surprisingly soft..."

"Do you want kids/more kids?"

"Breathe (name), just breathe for me, okay? Keep breathing."

"Do you love me?"... "Prove it."

"You shouldn't fear your scars. They're one of the many things I love about you."

"Your brain isn't something to be feared, it's something to embrace" (Clearly targeted)

"I'm not as innocent as I look."

"I'm overwhelmed and I need to get away from here. Now."

"Please... I'm so scared."

"You're staring at me... again."

"Do you want sprinkles or not?"

"You can't hide from me!"

"I see through your shit."

"You work too hard."

"Kiss me one more time."

"I'd die for you."

"I'll kill for you." (Addition: "Please don't."/"You already have.")

"I'm... lightheaded..."

"Fucking christ, can you do that again? Please?"

"You're unbelievably sexy. It's unfair, actually."

"You taste like coffee."

"Please keep holding me."

"I know you hate being touched, but... I need a hug."

"I've never done this before... am I doing it right?"

"You can teach me."

"Let's go."

"Come back."

"Someone who loves you would never do this to you."

"You need to run. Run like you've never run before."

"Can you stop avoiding me and talk to me like I'm a fucking person and not a text on your phone?"

"You're drunk, let's get you to bed."

"Mmm, I looooove youuuuu~!" (Drunk)

"It's okay, you can sleep on me."

"Is this okay?"

"I need you."

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

A Hotchniss one-shot.

Emily is back from Paris and there's a chasm between them wider than ever before, as she withdraws into herself. Then comes the storm.

Angst and Fluff and Smut. Content warnings apply. Wordcount: 6k Based on a prompt "Are you insane? You're soaking wet."/"I don't care, I had to see you." from @borg-queer and an anon. Read it on AO3 or Fanfiction.net

Preview below the cut.

The pavement gleamed, refracting the glow of the streetlights, so that white-gold halos bloomed across the wet, black floor. The wind whipped around his head, assaulting his ears. Nearby, trees groaned with the effort it took to withstand its onslaught.  JJ was right; it would have been foolish to drive. So he walked, instead. His coat was redundant; he might as well have swum the distance between his apartment, and hers. Plastered to his face, he blinked hair out of his eyes. Even his hands, slung deep into the pockets of his coat, were damp. Overhead, tree branches grated together like broken teeth, then banged wildly together in a sudden gust of powerful wind. Halfway to her house, it occurred to him that she would think this strange, if he just turned up on her doorstep, wet through, but he couldn’t turn around. He kept walking, stubbornly, laden with guilt and trauma, and longing that had only intensified in the time they’d been apart.  Clouds gathered overhead, a dark, foreboding blanket, filling him with a growing sense of dread. For years, he’d ignored his attraction to her, his want for her. First, there was Haley, then there was grief, then there was duty. Now, what was there but the longing? Duty be damned. The wind shoved and tugged fiercely at him, whipping his coat around his body, growing from a gale into a churning torrent by the time he was nearly there.

The streets were empty of life, as he battled against Nature’s rage, a man in possession of nothing but an iron will and a broken heart. 

[cloudlessly-light]

request time!!!

aaron telling emily : "Take your sexual frustration out on me please"

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, oral, dirty talk, rough, Emily has a praise kink

 She can feel the tension in her body, like every nerve was scraped raw by a restlessness that just didn’t seem to go away. It had been days and she had tried everything, running, boxing, masturbating, not even the feeling of putting a serial killer behind bars had been enough for her body to calm.

Aaron could see it on her, the energy buzzing through her body and he couldn’t help but to smirk as their eyes locked. They weren’t dating, they weren’t much more than physical yet but it had been weeks and between work, Jack and just life in general they hadn’t managed to get together. He couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction when he realized that she was as affected by not being with him that he was by not being with her. He was just much better at controlling it than she was.

He came to her that night and he saw the look of annoyance on her face as she swung the hotel door open only dressed in a shirt too big for her.

“I know we said not on cases.” He started as he walked past her, already working on his tie. He removed his tie and shirt, then got his slacks off and hung it all on the back of a chair as she stared speechless at him.

“Hotch…” She started even as her mouth watered at the sight of him only in boxers on her bed.

“Take your sexual frustration out on me please” He interrupted her with a wink as he laid back on the middle of the bed. “Unless, you want me to leave?”

Emily didn’t hesitate as she tore her shirt and underwear off, leaving her completely naked as she moved to straddle him on the bed. Her lips found his with a happy sigh, his warm touch already making the restless feeling simmer down. She licked into his mouth, swallowed down his soft groan as she gently stroked over his half-hard shaft. With a low hum she kissed down his jaw, his stubble rough against her lips, down his throat and then chest. She knew she left a hickey on his chest as she sucked on the skin, could feel his rough fingers dig into her scalp as she continued her way down his body.

Aaron leaned on his elbows as she got between his thighs, watched with hooded eyes as she removed his boxers and then slowly licked from the base of him to the tip.

“Fuck…” He grunted as she teasingly licked across his heated skin, her eyes finding his. “This wasn’t supposed to be about me.” He told her through clenched teeth and her eyebrow arched as she sucked the head of his cock into her warm mouth.

“Oh yeah?” Her breath was cool against his cock as she spoke and his hips jerked. “What was it about?” Her tone was teasing as she licked the underside of his shaft, his soft groans only encouraging her.

Aaron let her continue to tease him for another few minutes, his body reacting to her every touch. When she finally took him down her throat his muscles were tense, his brain hazy from arousal. His hips moved against her mouth in response, making her gag as he pushed further down her throat and the sound caused a sound to rumble deep in his chest.

“You’re so fucking good at that.” He praised her and she pulled off him with a smirk. “Such a good girl.”

Emily’s cheeks flushed at the familiar words, her breathing hitched and he took advantage of the moment. He reached for her, maneuvered her body until she was straddling his face and he inhaled her arousal.

“You shouldn’t get to have all the fun.” He muttered against her thigh before sucking a bruise into the soft skin.

Emily whimpered at the pleasurable pain as his teeth dug into her thigh, momentarily forgetting about everything else but his lips and tongue on her body. She felt him lick through her, his groan a vibration against wet folds as his tongue pushed inside of her.

Aaron smirked as she grinded onto his face, felt her hand on his hip as she fell forward slightly. When he sucked her clit between his lips she cried out, her blunt nails digging into his skin in the way that he knew would leave marks.

“And you’re too fucking good at that.” She muttered as his tongue lapped relentlessly on her clit. His cock jerked at her words, bringing back her attention to it. She leaned further down, sucked his leaking head into her mouth with a sigh and he groaned against her clit.

This was what she needed, Emily realized as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She needed him to take the edge off. She traced the veins with her tongue, tickled his balls as they tensed, sucked him deep and hard as his hands tightened around her thighs.

All of his senses was consumed by her, the way she tasted, her smell, the sound of her breathy and muffled moans, his cheeks and chin was coated by her, her body always so receptive to him. He could feel her thighs tensing, could see the way she was starting to tremble.

“Do it.” He pulled away from her clit. “Come on my face.” His voice was low, graveled and he could hear her whine before latching onto her clit again.

Emily came with a muffled cry, his cock still in her mouth as she spasmed on top of him. He was relentless, licking and sucking on her clit and then licking to taste her release before going right back to her clit until she was jerking away from the stimulation.

“Holy shit.” She laughed as she rolled off him, eyes closed as she tried to regain feeling in her limbs. She felt him move on the bed, his hard body moving between her spread legs. His face was shiny from her and she pulled him into a deep kiss at the same time as he pushed inside of her.

“So good, fucking soaked, so needy.” He mumbled through blurry pleasure, his brain not filtering his words as he fucked her hard enough to jolt her body. His lips found her pulse, his teeth dug into her skin. “I love fucking you. You feel so good.”

Emily moaned at the dirty words of praise, her legs wrapping around him, heels pushing into his ass as she spurred him on.

“No one fucks me this good, you’re so big.” She heard his growl into her skin, felt him fuck her harder. “You know exactly what I need.” Her head fell into the bed as his cock pressed deep inside of her, her body buckling in pleasure.

“You gonna come again?” He huffed, his lips finding hers again. When all she did was nod breathlessly he smirked. “Good girl, let me feel it. You get so tight when you come.”

Emily tensed as the tension in her belly built, her eyes closed tight, face scrunched up as he continued to whisper praise and dirty words in her brain. She knew that Derek would be able to hear her moans through the wall when she came, her body spasming in pleasure as Aaron continued to fuck her through it, dragging it out until she could barely breathe and he was chasing his own release.

“Let go, fill me up baby.” She gasped as he groaned his pleasure into the crook of his neck. “Let me feel it.” She repeated his words and his hips snapped even harder against hers in response.

Aaron game with her name on his lips, the sound muffled and raw in his throat as he gave in to his own pleasure. He pressed deep inside of her as he came and didn’t move off her even after he was slack as he enjoyed the feeling of her soft body underneath him.

“I could do this all the time.” He whispered against her neck, his lips leaving soft kisses over the marks he had left.

“Yeah?” Her fingers raked through his hair and he lifted his head to look at her.

“Yeah.” He smiled softly and she smiled back. “You want to go on a date with me Emily? A real one?” He mumbled against her lips, his eyes still on hers.

“Yes.”

[realtime-00]

This is such a damper on my spirits but has anyone noticed Thomas and Paget don’t follow each other on instagram? Like how devastating is that?

[angelemilyprentiss]

You've been ordered to kill someone you've fallen in love with. How did you get into this situation and what will you do next?

Her hands shook, as she held the gun out in front of her.

“It’s okay,” Hotch was saying. His mouth was smiling, reassuring, but his eyes were shining with unshed tears, and with fear. He stared at the barrel of the gun, as he collapsed to his knees. “It’s okay, Emily.” His voice shook as much as her hands, “It’s going to be okay.”

“How?” Emily sobbed, “How is it going to be okay?”

Shaking his head, Hotch looked at her with an openness that made Emily sob harder, shoulders shaking with the emotion, and she closed her eyes, turning her head, unable to look at him. She heard his sob. It came from his chest, and it broke her heart.

"Well, well, well," Scratch's voice came from the corner. His hand flexed around the whimpering child withing his grasp, and Emily grit her teeth, anger momentarily overtaking the terror in her chest.

"I will kill you for this," She told him, through her teeth, spit flying. Scratch only grinned at her, that predatory, delighted smile.

"Promises, promises," He laughed, but then his face was dark, and light glinted into Emily's eyes as he slowly turned the knife in his palm. It moved towards the little girl, and both she and Aaron spoke, together.

"No!" they yelled, amusing Scratch further, a demonic smile spreading across the serial killer's face.

"Then get on with the show," He said, as though he were talking about something as mundane as a family night movie. Emily turned her eyes back to Aaron, who smiled up at her, sadly.

"I can't," Emily could barely breathe, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

"You have to," he whispired. and her hands shook, harder.

"No!" the girl in Scratch's arms was screaming now, struggling against him.

"No, no, dont fight-" Aaron told her, from the floor, "It's what he wants." His face, when he looked at her, showed no fear, only kindness, "You have to be brave, okay?"

The girl nodded, but her bottom lip trembled.

"Aaron-"

"It's okay, Emily." He smiled at her, then, forgiving her, "I love you."

Emily's finger found the trigger, sobs that came from deep within her chest wracking her body as she aimed the gun at the man she loved. There was no way out, this time.

She held her breath, ready to pull the trigger, to end both of their lives in the blink of an eye, when the door slammed open and she heard JJ's voice.

"Get on the ground!" the blonde was yelling, and Morgan was shouting, too.

Emily's knees gave way, the gun falling from her grasp and she crawled the short space between her and Aaron. He grabbed for her, roughly, pulling her into his chest, crushing her with the force of his embrace.

"Molly-" Emily said, and into their arms flew their daughter, crying uncontrollably, physically unscathed by Scratch but, they knew, mentally changed beyond all recognition. The eleven year old shook as her parents held her, as Aaron held them both, tightly, as though he'd never let them go again.

[preciousprentiss]

Any tips to keep my one shots from flopping? It’s getting kinda disheartening to be honest and I wanna know if it’s an issue on my end 😅

[sequinsmile-x]

Omg...anything else in the pipeline?

Oh god so many things. My brain is a constant swirl of ideas of what situations to put these two in 🤣 and then I have my inbox with all my asks where I get inspiration too. But coming up in the next week or so:

- pregnant emily snoring so loudly Aaron doesn’t sleep

- Aaron having a panic attack and emily comforting him (based on a prompt)

- newly together hotchniss and emily struggling to get used to how attentive he is

- secret relationship hotchniss revealed by Jack (based on a prompt)

And of course SGW.

There are a couple of multi chapter fics planned in the future too 😉

[eyesontheskyline]

no such thing as over this (ch 14/16).

Read here on ao3.

Rating: M

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply (but non-graphic mentions of canon violence)

Relationships: Emily Prentiss/Aaron Hotchner

Summary: A S7 fix-it in which Emily's trauma is acknowledged and Hotch doesn't want to take her for granted again. (A friends-to-lovers slow-ish burn that also deals with Emily's relationships with the rest of the team, but is decidedly Hotchniss in nature.)

Chapter Excerpt: “He confessed to Cindi?” she guesses.

“Falsely,” Hotch confirms. “He remembered details about each victim, but he was vague about Cindi. He just said it to get under Morgan’s skin.”

“Right,” she says. She gives him another second to connect the rest of the dots for her, but he doesn’t, so she prompts, “And now. . .?”

“Morgan told his family that Wells killed Cindi,” he says, his voice quiet and measured but unmistakably angry, “because he thought they should have closure. And now he thinks there’s evidence she’s alive.”

“Oh,” she says. Then it sinks in a little further. “Oh.” She huffs out a disbelieving laugh. “Faking deaths is only okay when he does it, huh?”

[shay-j-scribbles]

I’ve had so much going on at home… anyone have any hot Hotchniss prompts they’re dying for? Smut or anything else.

[em-prentiss]

Guys pleasee send me hotchniss prompts🙏🙏 I’ve got a few wips but they’re long and a few of them I don’t plan on finishing until I’m on vacation, I need some new ideas. Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, little blurbs, anything pls <33

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

@lonelychicagos posted a prompt talking about an anonymous website that eventually led to the Hotchniss reunion and I took it and RAN. Here is what I hope to be part 1 of a multichapter fic. I also despise tumblr formatting nd i’m on mobile so apologies.

Here is the original prompt!

The Phoenix and the Rocket

She doesn’t know why she does it. She chalks it up to Penelope’s unwavering, relentless, quite frankly annoying efforts to get her to make friends. Or maybe it was Dave’s prodding comments about her home life. Probably Tara and JJ’s mischievous scheming during BAU drinks or Luke’s teasing. Could have been becuse of Reid’s statistics and prattling about her age and how ‘lonely people are more likely to experience depression’. Bastard. She gave him more paperwork than anyone else. Perhaps it was the jealousy that flairs in her chest whenever she watches Matt interact with his kids or when her phone pings when Derek sends a picture into their group chat of Hank standing for the first time.

Although, if asked, she’ll say it’s the wine.

Her therapist was the one who brought up the forum in the first place. “It’s a great way to meet with people, Emily” The woman told her softly towards the end of their first session. “People who have unimaginable trauma, like yourself.”

So that was how Emily Prentiss found herself on a Saturday night making an account to sign into the website ‘TraumaBuddies’. The name alone left a vile taste in her mouth, which she squished down with another gulp of red wine. It was a website where strangers can willingly dump on a public forum, opening themselves up to a conversation. Therapists have called it revolutionary ; No one helps the traumatised like the traumatised

She spends hours combing through different stories of the horrible trauma people have endured. One or twice, she comes across familiar stories that she’s almost certain we’re victims of cases her team (both past and present solved.) Her heart tugs when the username ‘KatieJacobs235’ pops up. Emily reaches out to her personally, messaging the girl who would be no doubt in her 20’s by now, more nausea swirled in her stomach at the passage of time, and types a message she hopes would be comforting.

It was the next post that made her stop scrolling entirely. The horrors the user ‘RockyRacoon’ (The Beatles song made her snort) went through was unbelievable. If Emily hadn’t seen or even been through the shit she had , she would call bs and move on.

A serial killer who got his wife, his son been the target of another, a bomb and losing another woman he loved when she died alongside countless of other trauma dumps in one go. That was incredible and inspiring to live through.

She blames the wine for the fact she didn’t draw up the similarities sooner as she types a message out.

PhoenixPren : You are inspiring. Take it from someone who’s seen a lot and been through a lot. Everything you have been through has made you stronger, and I - for one- am proud of the fact you’re still around. May I ask some questions?

And she hits send.

~~~~

Getting a ping on his laptop at 1am on a Saturday night from that goddam website his 16 year old son signed him up on was the last thing Aaron Hotchner expected. He wasn’t even the one who wrote it, Jack did it for him, and as such never actually expected anything to come of it.

“Dad, It’ll be good” Jack had said. “You can talk about everything anonymously. It might be helpful to write it all down.”

He hadn’t though, content in leaving the one post up there. Jack had said everything he would have said, anyway.

It had been hard for both of them. Being the target of serial killer would damage people well enough but the target of a second one was downright ludicrous.

When they emerged from Witsec, their old names mixing with their new - Frank and Max - and their old life threatening their new one, Jack had fell back into routine immediately. His first contact was his aunt, then his old friends. It was good, Aaron thought, that he was able to settle in. The nightmares still persisted and there were demons around every corner but Jack took his mothers genes and held his head high, going along with the flow.

Aaron couldn’t. He couldn’t return back to that life - to them, the bau, to the woman who packed up her life from another continent solely to save his ass and because he had asked her to, to Aaron. He briefly entertained the idea of picking up the phone, wondering deeply if she experienced the same identity crisis he put himself through, after he forced her into a similar situation.

He didn’t though, and he stayed hidden like a coward.

No one had opened up dialogue on the website, the ex-agent chalked it up to intimidation, until now, 3 months after it was posted. More intrigued and bored than anything, Jack was out for the night with friends, Hotch clicked the notification. His ever present frown deepened at the username, his brain fruitlessly searched for what had sparked recognition.

When nothing ultimately came up, Aaron sighed. He read over the thoughtful message multiple times, debating on a response. Jack’s words echoed in his brain. It’ll be good.

What has he got to lose?

PhoenixPren : May I ask some Questions?

RockyRacoon : Thank you for your kind words. What would you like to know?

~~~~

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[sylix-royalty]

Could I request hotchniss with prompt 37 pretty please? I feel like Aaron and Emily don’t say I love you as much as they would do actions to prove so, but when either of them are drunk it’s out the window. So touchy, so verbal and SO in love. :)

I’d be delighted! Thank you Anon! # 37: "Mmm, I looooove youuuuu~!" (Drunk) Under the cut!

Type: Fluffy

Warnings: Drunk people, but it’s very cute!

(You’ll have to forgive me I don’t write Emily that much but she is technically intoxicated so…)

Going out for drinks with the team was always fun, even for Aaron who typically liked spending his time alone or with his son. Or with Emily. Gatherings weren’t usually his thing, but he enjoyed them from time to time, nonetheless. It was always fun watching Prentiss drink a bit too much. Aaron tried to stay careful, since he had a boy at home.

“We’ll see you all on Monday,” Aaron chuckled as Emily kept a hold on him, laughing and giggling.

“Take good care of her!” JJ called, giggling herself as she was gently tugged away by her husband, Garcia shouting something similar as she was led away by Spencer and Derek, shouting something else about a cute puppy she’d seen earlier.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” Aaron laughed, wrapping Emily’s arm around his own and leading her down the block to his car.

“Your home or mine?” She teased, giggling wildly at her own innuendo.

“Mine. I don’t trust you alone when you’re this gone.” Aaron responded anyway. “And Jack’ll like to see you again.”

“Awe, I lov-love Jack,” Emily hiccuped/cooed as they reached Aaron car. She lit up as she stumbled to it, accidentally dragging Aaron with her.

“Emily-” Aaron chuckled softly, letting her lean against the passenger door.

Emily beamed at him, pressing soft kisses to his face, primarily his nose and left cheek. “Mmm, and I looove youu~!" She whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and pulling him closer. “Very much, I love you so-“ she kissed him “so-” and again "so much!” She giggled. Aaron smiled at her, more warm and inviting.

“I love you too, now c’mon,” Aaron chuckled, kissing her forehead lightly. “I can take care of you better at home.”

[moon-river-me]

OK so, I rlly want to start writing more, and I have my requests open!!

I would write abt criminal minds, focusing on x reader(spencer, hotch, and emily), spencelle, moreid, and hotchniss/jemily!!

if no one sees this I get it BUT I would love some support and ideas for prompts.

NO SMUT at the momment, but maybe in the future

♡♡♡

[cloudlessly-light]

Could you do a fic where Clyde comes to visit for a case and him flirting with Emily makes hotch really jealous

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, possessive sex, oral, choking, overstimulation, dirty talk

 Aaron sees him through the window of his office, knew that he was coming to consult on a case. He knew that Clyde Easter and Emily had some sort of past, that fact clear when they were hunting down Doyle. But he never got to see them interact, didn’t hear the flirtatious tone coming from him or the teasing smile on her face as he winked at her from across the round table room.

Aaron and Emily weren’t dating, technically they weren’t anything besides coworkers, but that didn’t stop the jealousy from rushing through his veins like lava. Didn’t stop his teeth from clenching as he once again had to listen to the other man crossing the line of what was appropriate as he spoke to Emily at her desk. It most certainly didn’t make his irrational jealousy better when Emily’s cheeks flushes pink the way they usually did with him.

“Prentiss, a moment?” He doesn’t dare ask himself why he gets her attention late that afternoon. She was just about to leave, bag over her shoulder as Clyde, JJ and Derek were waiting for her.

“Uhm, sure.” She nods to her friends, tells them to leave without her before climbing the stairs to his office. “What’s up Hotch?” She asks as he closes the door behind her.

“Do you think your behavior the last few days reflects good on you? On the BAU?” He asks and he sees her eyebrows shoot up, her body tensing.

“Excuse me?” Her tone is an octave higher than normal, the surprise evident.

“The way you’re acting around Easter. Do you think that’s appropriate?” He towers over her even in her boots and he sees the way her face changes from surprise to anger in a matter of moments.

“My behavior hasn’t been anything but professional.”

He scoffs at her reply and her eyes narrow.

“Derek flirts all the time, you haven’t once dragged him into your office. What is this about?” She angles her face, her lips part slightly as her breath comes out heavier, her anger making her body tremble slightly.

“This isn’t about Derek; it is about you. And your behavior reflects badly on the rest of us.” His own voice is dropping, he can still picture the way she smiled at the other man and it makes his blood boil. “You’re flirting with him.”

“What’s the matter Hotch? Jealous I’m not flirting with you?” Her tone is almost demeaning, a small smirk on her lips as his breath hitches and she knows that she’s right. She wasn’t stupid, she had seen the way he had been looking at her since she came back, she had been waiting for him to finally make a move.

He stares at her for what feels like hours, dark eyes heated, breathing labored and then he’s on her. He kisses her roughly, pulls her against his hard body and swallows down her gasp. Her nails rake through his hair, grips it tight enough to sting and he grunts as they move through his office until finally, he gets her on his desk.

“Get naked.” She mumbles between kisses, her own hands already pulling her shirt off her body.

He pulls away from her heated lips only to pull his tie over his head, but then she’s moving onto her knees in front of him before he has time to claim her lips again. He stares down at her as she unzips his pants and pushes them down his hips. His cock is already hard and the feeling of her wet mouth around him makes his knees buckle. Her tongue moves over him, licking a broad stripe from the base to the tip and then she sucks his cockhead between her lips with a moan.

“Fuck, Em… just like that.” He encourages her as his fist grasp her hair. He moves his hips against her face, groaning and moaning as she swallows around him. Her eyes are teary from repeatedly choking on him but she doesn’t stop, only wraps her lips tighter around him until he has to tug her away. “On the desk.” He mutters before she has time to say anything and she stands quickly, only stopping to pull her pants and underwear off.

Aaron bends down and licks through her, feels her wetness coat his tongue and she moans as he sucks her clit between his lips. He feels like he’s ready to burst, so he doesn’t take the time he normally would, and pushes inside of her quickly.

“Aaron!” She moans as his hands pin her hips down and he starts to fuck her hard enough for the heavy desk to shake.

“You make it a habit of fucking your bosses?” He grunts out, eyes on her face.

“You’re an ass.” She mutters back through harsh breaths and the feral smile on his face make her body flush with want.

“I’m going to make sure you never want to fuck another man ever again.” He promises and moves one hand from her hip to brush her clit. He fucks her with heavy, deep thrusts, keeps his thumb on her clit until she’s whining and straining for him.

She comes hard and fast, the pleasure making the air trap in her lungs as he fucks her through it. When her body relaxes he easily flips her around, files and a lamp falling to the floor with the movement.

“Again.” He mutters in her ear and starts fucking into her from behind. He keeps his fingers on her clit, changes the angle of his thrusts and it’s only a few minutes later until she’s trembling through another orgasm.

“Fuck you feel good when you come on my cock.” He whispers as he pulls her up to stand. His hand wrap around her throat, keeps her back against his chest as he starts moving his hips against hers, slowing down enough for her to feel every ridge of his shaft inside of her.

“Please…” She whispers as she rolls her hips back against his.

“Please what?” He mutters as his hand tighten around her slim throat.

“Come inside of me.” She can barely breathe through the pleasure of him and the pressure from his hand but she loves it.

“Not yet, I think you can give me one more.” He pinches her sensitive clit and she cries out, body exhausted from him.

“I-I can’t.” She tries but his fingers only circle the bundle of nerves more insistently.

“Yes you can.” It’s an order and they both know it. Emily’s head falls back against his shoulder, her moans turn breather as her legs tremble as she tries to support her weight.

“Oh my God…” She gasps as the pressure starts to build again as he forces the pleasure from her body.

“That’s it, such a good girl for me.” He encourages her breathily as his hips snap harder against hers. “Come on, come for me, let me feel you soak my cock.” The dirty words continue to fall against her ear as his own orgasm makes his brain fog. He feels her clenching around him, her slick walls clinging to his cock and forcing his own pleasure to rush through his body.

She’s coming only seconds before she feels his hot release inside of her, her body heaving as she comes hard enough for her vision to blacken out and body to completely give up and she slumps against the desk. For a few seconds all that can be heard is their labored breathing until she lifts her body enough to look at him.

“It’s about fucking time.” She mutters with a smirk over her shoulder. “Been waiting for five years for you to finally do that.”

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

Today marks the end of a loooong journey. Those of you who've been here for a while will remember it all because I wasn't very quiet about it. I started my teacher training three years ago, and then got really sick and today, I am officially finished with my course and a Qualified Teacher and I want to celebrate with you guys and also kickstart myself back into writing...so I'm going to do an Event! (And hope that it doesn't completely flop)

I'm going to try to get out a fic a day - that's bold of me, I know - for as many prompts as I get. They'll be of varying lengths according to how into writing them I get, because I'm never very good at sticking to a wordcount.

Categories you can send a prompt in for are:

hotchniss

hotchniss family au (i'm desperate to write more for this lot)

BAU found family

taylor swift lyric + ship/character

character/ship + trope

drop them in my inbox or message me <3 on or off anon, i don't mind. Fics can be submitted up until June 30th <3

[breannacasey]

Current Writing Projects

Just wanted to make a post in case it interests anyone to know what I've been working on. So first there's @flufftober Spring Edition. I am trying to do all different pairings and an even distribution between f/f, m/m and m/f, platonic or romantic. I am open to suggestions for the unassigned prompts:

New Beginnings: Dainsley

Banter, Joking, Fun: Hotchniss

Spring Cleaning: Brike.

“Let me take care of you.”: Winterdevil

Honey & Bees: Marina

Sharing a Blanket: Jemmy

Giving someone a Present: Eliot Spencer/Malcolm Bright

Breakfast in Bed: Supercorp

Daisies: Madney

Iced Beverage: Neal Caffrey/Eliot Spencer

Enjoying the Fresh Air: Temperance Brennan/Angela Montenegro

Claiming, Clingy, Possessive: Rory/Paris

“It’s still too cold.” - “No, it’s not.”: Tarlos

Putting down Roots: Pardison

And another project I'm working on, and why there's no Buddie on the above list, is an Ultimate World Cruise AU for Buddie, which I am writing as I follow the cruise on tiktok so it is going to take 9 months to write.