#please let emily have sex with a lady

[sucker-for-emily-prentiss]

No but what if the Evolution writers made the absolute best decision of their lives by bringing back Jordan and bring back the spark between her and Emily? And WHAT IF one episode ends with them having a drink for old times sake and the next episode starts with them in bed together looking at the ceiling and Emily goes: “so… that happened.” And Jordan responds: “if you ask me, it took too damn long to happen.”

WHAT. HAPPENS. THEN?!

[ddejavvu]

hello!! i hope you’re doing well ❤️ i just read your hotch fic where he sneaks his wife and jack into the hotel room and i was wondering if you’d write something similar where jack is with jess or something and someone from the team catches hotch and reader going into his room except they can’t tell it’s reader and think hotch is cheating and they love the reader and can’t stand the idea of letting them get cheated on so maybe they confront him or call reader while reader is with hotch to tell her or something funny, whatever you find fitting. thank you if you get to this ❤️

i actually fucking adored this idea thank you <333

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Emily's always taken Hotch for an honorable man. He's chivalrous, opening doors for the ladies on the team and walking them to their cars to be sure that they're safe in parking lots. It's instilled in his very being to be kind to women, so when she sees him trying to cover up a head of blue-dyed hair as he fumbles with the lock on his hotel room, she's perplexed.

That's not you. You don't have blue hair. But Hotch's arm is around her waist, and she's leaning into his side. His hand is more than generous over her skin, even slipping into the hemline of her shorts, and Emily's blood boils.

Aaron's got a grin on his face that she can just barely see without being seen herself, and he sounds all-too-happy to be leading another woman into his hotel room after hours when he chuckles at her advances. She rushes for the bed and Emily has to duck back into her room so as not to be seen when the woman rights herself on the bed, and there's something sickly brewing in her gut as she shuts her door again. She no longer has an appetite to raid the vending machine like she'd planned, so she heads back to her twin bed, hand digging into her pajama pants to retrieve her phone.

Spencer' who's occupying the second bed in the room, looks up inquisitively from his book, "I thought you were going to the vending machine, what happened?"

"Hotch just let some girl into his room. I mean- like, he brought her in, he had his hands all over her and she ran to the bed."

Reid's brows rise towards his scruffy hairline, pink lips downturned, "It wasn't Y/N?"

"She had blue hair," Prentiss shakes her head, "I'm gonna tell her."

"I want to help," Spencer rises from his bed, quickly crossing the room to her own, "I don't want to make her sad, but we can't keep it from her."

Emily nods, but Spencer keeps talking, "I... I can't believe Hotch would do something like that."

"Neither can I." Emily admits, clicking on your text thread. It's heavily decorated with hearts both in the messages and your contact name, and she hopes yours doesn't break when you find out what your husband's been doing behind your back.

Y/N, she types, I don't know how to tell you this, and I wish someone else would, because I don't want to be the one to break your sweet heart. But I just saw Aaron bring some blue-haired girl into his room, and if I'm being honest with you, I think they're having sex. I'm SO sorry honey, I wish I could do something, but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you. Please call me and tell me what's going on with you, I don't want you to be alone all night, and PLEASE don't slip away if you and Aaron don't work things out. For the record I'm rooting for you to dump his sorry ass, but I know you'll need time to work things out. All I ask is that you don't shut us out, honey, please don't let him change the way you feel about us.

P.S Reid is here too and we're both here if you want to talk. We can face-time and we'll be there for you as best we can, baby.

And also you can sleep at my place.

Or Spence's. He says he can sleep on the couch if you want his bed.

I'm so sorry, Y/N, we love you.

Emily can't have pressed send on the last text ten seconds ago before there's a series of urgent knocks on the door. Her guard is up immediately, and she almost considers ignoring it because she's sure it's Hotch coming to tell her off for exposing him. She figures you must have called him, upset, and he's here to ask her to lie for him.

The knocks don't stop, though, and Reid's the one that marches for the door, face set in a glare that's unusually menacing for him. He's deduced the same series of events, but when he swings the door open with as much sass as he can muster, his posture stiffens with shock.

Aaron is on the other side of the door, but you're standing in front of him, hair bright blue, face sheepish.

"Hi Em," You smile at her, then at Reid, "Spence. I was going to join you all for breakfast tomorrow and unveil it, but- um, I think now's a good time to tell you that I dyed my hair blue."

"Oh." Emily hums, mouth hung slightly open, "So it's- it was you."

"it was me," You nod, "But thank you for telling me. I'm glad I can count on you. Both of you," Your eyes flit to Spencer, who's equally astonished as he inspects your new hair dye.

"Oh, that means-" Emily's face wrinkles suddenly, looking at your waist that Aaron's got a hold of as he stands behind you, "Gross, you two were gonna- in the hotel!"

Spencer groans, rushing away from the door and retreating back to his bed where his novel lies.

"It's after hours!" You insist, "It's not like we were doing it in the precinct on government time. We're adults, Emily."

"We're adults too, y'know. With work in the morning. We can't be kept up all hours of the night by your racket! Just go get it over with," She grimaces, "And- hey! Try to get into your room this time before reaching your hand down her pants, perv!"

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Like a Virgin (Cowboy reader)

(Touched for the very first time)

16+ please.

Description: An unsub is going after virgins. This puts Cowboy in a slightly awkward position. And the team find out.

Warnings: discussions of virginity (? idk how to word it??)

A/N: I kind of love this idea

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“This case is… slightly unusual,” Garcia said, "This unsub is going after male virgins."

"Ay, Reid watch out," Morgan teases.

Spencer blushes but replies, "I'm not a virgin."

"Oh yeah? Who popped your cherry, Pretty Boy?" 

"Your mum." Spencer quips, stunning the team into silence. You give out a low whistle as you slowly lean across and hold your fist out for a fist bump - Reid happily bumps fists with you. Since he had learnt about them, they had quickly become his favourite gesture (other than the peace sign – which Garcia was sure to teach him). He had seen it as one of the best ways to greet someone with minimum contact and it could be used as a replacement for a high five (something Spencer also wasn’t keen on) – so you had made sure to use them as much as possible with the kid so he felt included. 

“Is this Unsub targeting men that haven’t had the typical sex or sex all around?” JJ asked, changing the subject and clarifying.

“What do you mean?” Hotch asked as he turned to her.

“There’s more than one type of sex,” Reid chimes, “Penetrative and Non-penetrative. Most people when thinking about sex think penetration of the penis into a vagina, but there’s actually a variety of different ways for partners to have sex.”

Garcia nodded, “Okay, so the Unsub is only targeting those who have not have penis into vagina sex,” You were pretty sure you were blushing. 

When the briefing was over and Hotch called wheels up (which you still didn’t completely understand), you began to make your way over to your desk. You wait a while (five, maybe ten minutes) before you make your way up to the office with an empty file in hand. You wait nervously at the door for a moment in disbelief that this is actually something you have to do. God, this was embarrassing. The door’s open, so you give it a small tap. 

“Sir?” When Hotch looks up, you realised you have no clue how to say what you need to. You take a breath, walking into the office but don’t shut the door - otherwise the team would know exactly what you were doing right now. 

“I er, just want to let you know that, er- well you see, I've never- I'm a- when a man and a woman- I've never actually-”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes sir?”

“I understand what you're saying,”

Relief floods through your body, “Oh thank god, sir.”

“Just make sure you're always with someone on the team.”

“Yes sir.” You answer with a nod.

You sigh as you head back to the bullpen, you knew you should probably make the team aware. God, this was going to be embarrassing. 

“Hotch said I didn’t have to tell you, but I may - or may not! - be on this unsub’s radar,” You said, scratching your neck awkwardly. 

"So you're a virgin?" Morgan asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. 

"That depends on how you're definin’ it." You responded.

“The unsub’s definition,” Morgan smirked.

“Then in that sense, yes.”

“You've never been with a woman?” Morgan asked in disbelief. 

“I've been with a woman.” You say.

“But you've never had sex,”

You smirk, “Morgan there's more than one way to be with a lady.” 

Morgan grins, “Oh yeah?”

“Yep,” You answer, blush forming on your cheeks.

“Like what?” Emily smirks.

“Just a variety of different ways,”

“Do we really need to be hearing about your sex life?” JJ asks, the faintest blush on her cheeks. 

“Or lack of,” Derek teases, high-fiving Emily. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” You say, pointing at the pair of them, “I think you’ll find my lady is very satisfied-”

“Ah, so there is a lady?” Rossi grinned as he joined the group.  

“Yes sir there's a lady, but I ain't kissin’ and tellin’,” You say with a smile.

Spencer looks at you, “Then why are you a virgin?”

“I'm saving myself ‘til marriage,” 

“Is that for religious reasons?” Spencer asks. 

“Nope, I want to wait for the right person.”

“Have you found the right person?” 

“I think so but I ain't saying nothing til she confirms it,” You said, you gave the team a cheeky grin, “So the only way I am not a potential victim is if I meet up with this stunnin’ lady I've been seein' and elope-”

“(Y/N),” JJ said, you turn to her, looking at her innocently. 

“Yes Ma'am?”

“We are not eloping,”

You smirk as the team’s jaws drop, “Yes Ma'am.” You said, “But Darlin’? You just told ‘em,” JJ’s eyes widened as she blushed deeply. “‘S a’right, I doubt they mind,”

“There will be paperwork,” Hotch said, “But I’m very happy for the both of you.”

“Really? There’s paperwork for stuff like this?” You looked up at him. When he nods, you shrug, “I don’ mind fillin’ in some paperwork for you Darlin’,” 

Morgan smirks, “But Cowboy, you hate paperwork.”

“Ah, but I love Miss Jareau.” You say, pointing to emphasise your point. 

[bloodywickedlips]

Masks and Surprises

Summary: When a new BDSM club opens you drag Garcia with as a plus one just to see what it looks like, but you get more than you expected. PLEASE MDNI!!

It was a wonderful day as all the case files were handed in and the whole team had two weeks off, and I wanted to start it off with a bang.

Walking quickly to Garcia’s office I barged in and smiled at her.

“What brings you here lovely?” she asked and I smiled as I sat down.

“Well a new club opened up and I want to go check it out, only downside is I have to bring a female friend” I said and watched as her brows connected in confusion. “What type of club is that?” she asked and I looked down as I quickly mumbled it out.

“Honey I can’t understand you” she said and I sighed loudly.

“Garcia please, I need to get out and only you would understand and come with me. JJ defiantly wont and Emily is busy” I pleaded with her hoping that she would come along without more questions.

“Right but what club is it, I haven’t heard of a new bar opening” she said and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

“It’s a new, classic BDSM club?” I said with a hopeful smile at her and saw her gasp and shake her head.

“No no no, I don’t go to clubs like that” she said to me and I then proceeded to pout at her. “Come on we don’t even have to do anything, have cocktails and lots of eye candy will be there. Did I mention everyone has to wear masks at all time?” I said and she perked up hearing the masks.

“cocktails only, I wont do the dirty with some weirdo” she said and I arched my eyebrow at her.

“No I don’t mean you are a weirdo, I just mean a man I don’t know. I know you are into the BDSM thing but I'm not so sure about it” she quickly explained herself and I smiled as she agreed.

“Great, I will pick you up at 9, and no word to anyone about this” I said quickly and kissed her on the cheek as I rushed out.

I drove home and showered and did my makeup and then stood in front of my closet not knowing what to wear. So I settled on black stockings with a halter belt and a deep green dress that hugged my figure perfectly, matching with green lingerie and black high heels. I grabbed a black mask to fit with my heels and black clutch bag. I left my hair down as it was naturally wavy.

Driving to Garcia’s I sent her a message that I was outside and couldn’t help but smile as she came out in a blue dress and matching blue glitter mask.

“Thank you again Garcia, I owe you big time” I said as she climbed into the car.

“Oh you definatley do” she said back to me but I knew she was intrigued by the club.

I parked outside and we both made our way to the door where there was a bouncer standing there and asked for our tickets, to which I gave him both of ours.

“Have fun ladies” he said and sent a wink to Garcia which I chuckled at knowing she was blushing under her mask.

Once we stepped inside we both had to take a few seconds to take it in. it was low light with various women and men in masks talking and drinking, some were settle on the lounge chairs all around, but we made our way to the bar and ordered our drinks.

“So what do you think?” I asked her as I took a sip of my cocktail and ran my eyes over the people in there.

“It seems safe, but I don’t know if I could just start talking with someone and then have sex, it’s just not for me” she said and I shrugged understanding, but she didn’t understand the thrill of giving up all control and letting someone take charge.

The bartender came over to us and slid drinks our way but I shook my head “We didn’t order that” I said but the bartender smiled “it’s from an admirer” he said and both Garcia and I looked at each other.

“It’s safe I promise, I don’t spike drinks” a voice said behind us and we both turned to look at the man dressed in a button up black shirt and black pants.

“I would recognise that laugh anywhere baby girl” he said and I inwardly groaned realizing its morgan. Non of the team knew about this life I had, Garcia being the exception.

“Morgan what are you…oh, oh never mind” Garcia said as she connected the dots.

“I never expected to see you two here” Morgan said and I sighed knowing I couldn’t back track now.

“Oh just wanted to see what this whole BDSM thing was about” I quickly lied and turned back to my drink, gulping it down quickly.

“I need the bathroom” I said and quickly walked away and into the bathroom. I took a few minutes to compose myself and knew that the cat was out of the bag now that morgan knew.

But it was my personal life and I could do with it as I please. I was not looking a man to marry and have 2.5 kids with. I was a free spirit and enjoyed giving up control now and then.

Washing my hands I walked out of the bathroom with my mood killed I was ready to tell Garcia I was ready to go home but seeing her and morgan talking and laughing I felt guilty.

“Your friend found someone she clicked with” a voice said to my right and I looked over to see a man with a white button up and black slacks, a silver mask covering his face.

“Yeah she did it seems” I replied back as I watched them laugh and joke about something.

“I never knew someone could look so good in my favourite colour” the man said again and that’s when I noticed he had moved behind me and the back of his knuckles were brushing over my shoulder, giving me goosebumps.

“Thank you but I should be getting back to them” I explained but the man took my hand in his.

“Leave them, they are having fun. Why don’t you join me in my room?” he asked me and I turned to face him.

“No offence but I don’t really want to go into a room where someone else could have had sex a few minutes ago, you know germ wise” I said and I could see the mans eyes get smaller like he was smiling under the mask.

“I am the same, which is why I am a platinum member, I have my own room that is mine only. Cleaned regulary and sheets are always replaced, I promise” the man said and I looked over to morgan and Garcia having fun so I decided to leave them be. Nodding to the man he pulled me down the hallway and into an elevator which required a code. It took us down and when the doors opened I gasped.

It was one big room, a king size bed in the middle and it was filled with shelves, a big variety of toys and whips to choose from and much more.

“Lets talk first” he said and led me over to a couch, we sat down and his arm went around the beck of the couch and his legs were spread out. Without even seeing his face I knew he was just my type.

“Firstly I am a dom, but I respect your limits and will not over step them. Secondly no names will be exchanged, and lastly you obey everything I say unless it’s a hard limit for you, understand?” he said and I nodded as that was what I usually agreed to.

“Any hard limits?” he asked as his fingers rubbed over my shoulder. I stayed quiet for a moment as I tried to think. “Not really, but nothing in the back door and no electrocution ect, there I draw the line. My safe word is freeze, I agree no names as this will most probably be a one time only thing. I know I'm clean as I haven’t slept with anyone in 6 months and I do test after anything” I replied and watched as he nodded.

“I am clean as well and also have not bed anyone in a long while” he replied in his dark husky voice, I wanted to laugh the way he said he hasn’t ‘bed’ anyone but thought better of it.

“Shall we start?” he asked and I nodded and took his hand as he led me over to the bed. I stood in front of it as he circled me and I felt his hand go to my mask but I quickly gripped it.

“My mask stays on” I said and heard him hum behind me and felt his cold finger ghost over my back until his hand was by the zip and felt him slowly pulling it down and then felt him pull the dress down so that it was pooled at my feet.

He was crouched down and I felt his hand slide up from my ankle up to my thigh and then over my hips where his hands settled.

He pulled me back into him and I felt his hardness push against me and it made me groan out.

His hand snaked to my front and cupped my breasts, playing with my nipples as I threw my head back and hissed as he pinched one harshly, chuckling at my response.

“Stay there” he commanded and I obeyed as he stepped away from me, leaving me in anticipation.

“Any time you want to cum, you will ask for permission, understand?” he asked me and I turned my head to look over to him, I nodded once and his eyes turned cold.

“Answer appropriately” he growled out and I gulped as it sent the right type of shiver over me.

“Yes sir” I said and he hummed in approval. I felt his hands unfasten my bra and then he was behind me again, he gripped my hair in one hand and pushed me over so that I was bending over the bed.

I felt him curl over me, his hand playing with my breast and his other snaked between my legs and then I felt him push a vibrating toy against my bundle of nerves, making me gasp at the sensation and if not for his hand holding me up by my chest I would have fallen forward.

He switched between speeds while cupping and twisting my nipples and I knew I was already close.

But right before I could fall over the edge he removed the toy and I groaned in frustration.

“Is that attitude I hear?” he asked and before I could reply I felt the sting on my ass cheek from his hand.

“Count” he said and I was about to ask what he meant when his hand collided again. “I said count” he said and I whimpered as I heard the crack accompanied with the sting. “One…” I said breathlessly as I felt the arousal pool in my panties, ready for release.

“Two, three, four” I continued counting until we came to fifteen where I was shaking and breathless from the painful pleasure.

“Do you think you earned a reward now?” he asked me and I whimpered and pleaded with him.

“yes please sir, please I need it” I begged and felt him move away from me. Next I felt his fingers slip my panties down and one of his fingers swiped between my folds making me moan.

“Such a slut, you are soaked right through” he said and I knew he wasn’t lying because I was turned on from the spanking as I had a pain kink.

I felt his finger run up and down my slit before it entered into me and made me moan out loud as the feeling. Soon his second finger joined the first and his thumb was rubbing over my clit making my fist clench the sheets as I felt the coil inside of me wind up.

His pace increased as I felt his fingers curl inside of me and I bit my lip in pleasure. “Please, please” I whimpered out and heard him chuckle.

“Please what?” he asked and I groaned as I tried to form the words while being so close to falling off of the edge. “Cum, please can I cum?” I whined out as his thumb rubbed faster over my clit.

“Since you asked so nicely, yes. Cum for me” he replied and as soon as I heard him say cum for me I screwed my eyes shut as the dam broke and I came hard around his fingers which were still moving inside of me.

I was panting as I tried to catch my breath and was shocked as I felt something rub between my folds that could only be his thick long hard cock. Before I could utter a word I felt him push his head inside and heard him hiss at the warm wetness. He pushed himself in with one stroke and it made me groan.

“Fuck you are tight” he hissed out as he held still for a few seconds, giving both of us time to adjust. I felt his arm snake around to hold onto my chest and shoulder as he pulled back and rammed back inside, hitting me so deep.

He thrusted in a fast brutal pace, pulled me back into him with every thrust, making each one deep and hard.

He moaned as his thrusts picked up and I felt his hand move down and rub circles on my clit.

“I want you to cum again” he groaned out as his thrusts sped up and he didn’t have to ask me as I was already close to cumming again.

“I’m close, oh fuck please” I shouted out as he gripped my hair and pulled my head back, making my back arch, with this position he hit the right spot and I saw black as I came again, this time around his cock. He grunted from feeling me tightening around him and thrusted hard before pulling out.

I laid with my face in the sheets breathing hard but felt him pull me up and saw him crawl onto the bed, laying on his back.

It was the first time I could see him naked, and just from looking at him I was ready to cum again. He was thin but with defined muscles where it was needed and a long thick cock standing up, glistening from both our wetness.

“Are you going to stare or ride me” he stated and I couldn’t reply, only crawl up and straddle him. I positioned him at my entrance and sank down slowly, hissing as he felt bigger this way.

I felt his hands settle on my hips and helped guide me up and down slowly at first as we both savoured the feeling of him dragging in and out.

My head fell back in a moan as I rolled my hips forward and bit my lip out of pleasure. He started thrusting up and I let my hands fall onto his chest where I scratched my nails down his chest leaving marks and he growled out as he took my wrists into his hands with a bruising force, while thrusting upwards as I rolled my hips. He sat up while I was in his lap and put my hands behind my back, gripping them hard as he panted, and the way he was sitting was the perfect angle as my clit was rubbing on the little bit of stubble he had growing by his pubic bone.

I felt the heat pool in my stomach and moaned out loud as I felt him bite into my collar bone and leave bites over my neck. “Please can i?” I pleaded and felt him smirk against my skin.

“Can you what?” he teased me and I whimpered as I was trying to hold off from cumming.

“Please can I cum?” I moaned out loud and a simple nod from him made me move my hips faster but the harsh bite from him into my shoulder sent me over the edge. I tried to pull my hands back to grip something but he held them tightly, most likely cutting off blood circulation.

I shuddered as my orgasm went through me and he didn’t stop, he fucked me through it and when he pulled back he let go of my hand and the instantly fell to his neck with light pressure.

I felt my legs shaking so he held my hips and helped me move in a fast pace on top of him. “Fuck you feel so good” he moaned and I smirked even though he couldn’t see it.

He started thrusting faster and faster and I was getting too sensitive but when his hand went to my clit I tried to push it away but he smacked my hand away. “You can give me one more” he said in response and I nodded as he set a brutal pace trying to cum himself.

I felt him pulse inside of me and his movement were uneven meaning he was close to cumming so I moved my hips faster to push him over the edge.

“I cant breath in this thing” he said and his hands fell away from my hips and went to his mask to pull it off.

My hips stopped completely and my eyes went wide as my heart started beating even faster as my eyes behind my mask fell onto spencer’s face. Spencer my bestfriend, my colleague, my spence. “Fuck, shit , fuck” I said as I jumped off of him breathing hard.

“What are you…” he tried saying but I was off of the bed and grabbed my dress and threw it on, not even bothering to zip it up. I grabbed my shoes and ran out of the room not caring about how many people I bumped into.

I ran barefoot to where Garcia and morgan was still talking with a few drinks added after I left.

“We need to go now…” I said breathlessly and saw both of them stare at me with wild eyes.

“What? What happened?” Garcia said and I shook my head and grabbed a shooter that was in front of her and drank it quickly.

“No time, we need to go” I said and grabbed her arm and pulled her after me with morgan following.

“Sweetness did something happen?” morgan asked sternly as he looked over my state, unzipped dress and shoeless.

“No, no I’m fine. I'm just ready to go home” I said and my the look in his eyes he didn’t really believe me but nodded anyway.

Morgan stepped forward and zipped up my dress before we all walked to my car. Garcia and I said goodbye to morgan and then got into my car and drove off.

“Y/N talk to me, did someone hurt you?” she asked me and I shook my head, too shocked to speak. “Well you know you can talk to me” she offered softly and I smiled at her. “Thanks Garcia but no I am okay” I told her as I dropped her off and made my way home.

I got home and went straight to the shower, I scrubbed myself raw but I couldn’t scrub the feeling of spencer thrusting into me and moaning out of my head.

I went to bed but hardly slept, only in the early morning did I fall asleep. When waking up I stayed in bed, horrified at what happened. But was it because I found out it was spencer or because all the while I was imagining him doing that to me, and then it was him under the mask.

My train of thought was interrupted as my phone went off in the familiar tone and I shook my head in disbelieve.

“No please no…” I said out loud as I checked my phone. We had a case. And we were needed to come in. Now.

The whole time while getting dressed I felt my heart race a mile a minute and I didn’t know how I was going to face spencer, but if I put my poker face on he would know nothing. He didn’t know it was me, he would probably be disgusted if he knew it was me. I was only a friend to him, nothing more.

I drove to the BAU in silence and took a few seconds to compose myself before walking into the office.

We all met in the conference room and I got worried looks from Garcia and morgan but ignored it and avoided spencer’s eyes.

“Y/N please hand these out” Hotch said handing me the case files I grabbed them and handed them to the team. “Y/N!!” JJ gasped out and I frowned and followed her eye line and saw she was looking at my wrist which hand dark purple finger prints around them.

I cleared my throat and pulled my sleeve of my shirt down more and when I looked up I saw spencer’s eyes squinted at me looking closer at me, but I quickly looked away and sat back down.

After the information was given out everyone walked out but I was stopped by morgan.

“Who did that? Sweetness we can deal with him” he said and I swallowed hard as I felt my cheeks burn.

“Morgan please, it’s not what you think” I said and quickly walked out to grab my go bag. Everyone else had already gone to the jet waiting for me so I grabbed my go bag and walked to the elevator, it dinged open and my eyes went wide as I saw spencer standing there with his own go bag.

“I’m not too late?” I asked nicely and he shook his head “No you came just in time” he said, putting extra strain on the word came. I smiled softly and turned to face the door with him behind me.

I gasped as I felt his hand grip my waist and his breath blew over my neck.

“You left me hard and aching alone in the bed, don’t think I will let that slip” he said and I unconsciously clenched from his words and bit my lip. He definitely knew it was me, and by the sound of it there will be a round two and I didn’t know if I was grateful or apprehensive because of leaving him hard and alone in a bed.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x8, Let The Games Begin. Part 5 (Richard Gilmore Has A Slutty Past)

Heh, they did the thing where they say the title of the episode inside the episode again.

Goody. Our fearsome foursome is off to Yale. *drinks heavily* Emily won't allow Lorelai to bring a sealed thermos of coffee into the car. Frankly I hope Lorelai spills it on her lap and gets a mild scald. It would humble her. Ya know, It's never stated whether Lorelai has alcohol or coffee in the mug, just that Emily is adamant she can't drink liquids in a vehicle. Frankly, I would understand Lorelai's need to self medicate with booze at 9am before a road trip with her parents, but on the other hand, as I stated earlier. She also didn't have to come. She could be home playing Hide the Cocktail Sausage with Dean. We could skip to the part where Rory and Jess smooch at the gas station. Never fear. The next scene that follows, the calm before yet another storm, if you will, turned out to be a highly entertaining and enjoyable romp for me. Enter: Richard Gilmore The Man Whore.

After having already toured Harvard a year ago, Lorelai is still in awe over how many freaking geeks attend large universities. Richard: I spent a lot of time in the Yale art gallery. Emily: I'll say you did. Richard: What is that supposed to mean? Uh oh. Huh. Was this art gallery some kind of idk, hub of intellectual and artistic curiosity slash whorehouse where a young man could go to find sexually liberated artistic chicks for easy pickings? But like, in the 50's? What a concept.

Jess would kick his own ass if they called it that.

Richard GIlmore, you dog.

(you have to imagine Jess is feigning interest/ knowledge in the penis octopus portrait to a young lady or perhaps another bicurious young man and not his uncle) Emily: He was the master of the "Frown, step back, wrinkle, and sigh" Okay, my curiosity is piqued. You got me. Please explain?

Knowing Richard Gilmore was such a skankbag in college just like Jess is the gift I didn't know I needed today. Jess can do the frown, wrinkle and sigh during a poetry open mic night at the Truncheon, where he takes his latest conquest. Tuesday nights at 8pm. Light refreshments of coffee, potato chips, and chocolate chip cookies will be served.

Be proud of your skanky past, Richard. Your grandaughter's stepcousin sure was of his. RIchard: I'll have you know was happily involved in a very serious relationship when your mother decided she simply had to have me. We were engaged. She had met my parents, invitations were mailed out. Emily: You'll give these girls the wrong impression. Lorelai: That you were the Helena Bonham Carter of the society set? Emily: I did not steal your father, I simply gave him a choice. Richard: When you showed up at my frat party in that blue dress, I had no choice. I know who HBC is but that's another topical early 2000's reference that has escaped me. I guess she was a man stealer of some sort. I"m thinking it must have something to do with Jonny Depp. Anyway, I don't think you have to worry about modeling healthy relationships for Rory or Lorelai. Its too late, the horse has already escaped the barn there. Lorelai: I can't believe you were The Other Woman Emily:This is ridiculous. Lorelai: The other woman should be saying "this is ridiculous" Rory's inner monologue: I want to be just like Grandma when I grow up.

We learn Richard proposed to Emily at Yale next to a trash can, and it seems to be a tradition in the Gilmore family to get proposed to next to a trash can. And in Lorelai's case to reproduce with the trash can, continue to have sex with the trash can over the next two decades and eventually, to marry the trash can.

[v3nusxsky]

emily and reader are in a situationship, reader loves emily but she thinks em doesn’t love her back. but every time reader wants to leave bc of the unrequited love, but she can never stay away from em. r’s tired of all this, never knowing if em really wants her or just wants her body and as soon as reader starts packing her clothes— emily begs her to stay, telling her that she wants to love her but she’s terrified that something is gonna happen to r so r says something about her not caring about that as long as she had emily. literally just hurt and comfort</3 - 🐦

Stay please

*Authors note~ I love the trop of unrequited love to lovers. Like we love our ladies being In love but clueless. First time attempting to write it*

Trigger warnings ~??

Prompt}see ask^^^^

When things started between you and Emily, you both agreed no strings, no feelings and not attachments.  Yet for you, you found yourself in love with her. Oh god you were. It wasn't just because of the mind blowing sex but she was amazingly brilliant in every way possible. You admired her in every way, especially in the field. Yep it was safe to say you fell in love with her despite knowing you shouldn't have because of the agreement.

Every time you'd feel yourself needing to run, you'd start to pull away from her but seeing how she seemed to be sadder without your presence meant you both stumbled back together in a night of passion. You would repeat the cycle over and over. You knew it was bad for you, unrequited love is truly the worst pain possible. But with her it was this maddening delicious pain that you couldn't seem to let go. No you would always bounce back to her, nothing would ever stop you from finding your way back to her. Because truly nothing has ever hurt so good.

Little did you know, Emily was feeling the same, why would you want her? She was struggling with the idea of letting someone close even if that someone was you. But she couldn't help herself noticing how you had worked you way into her heart body and mind and that was absolutely terrifying. Every time you pulled away from her caused her to regress back further into not being able to let you close.

Now that's how you found yourself in bed next to Emily, both satisfied but you felt the salty tear trials on your cheeks. "Sweetheart? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? What do you need?" The questions making your heart yearn for more, the care and love just more. "I can't do this Ems" you whimpered as you tumbled from the sheets trying to shove on your clothing. Really you had one leg in your underwear and your bra on but not done up. "Woah woah woah wait wait y/n please" she pleaded with the biggest puppy eyes you could ever have imagined.

All you did was break down and sitting back to the wall, knees up to your chest as you sobbed into your arms. "I can't, I can't do this. It hurts. I love you so much. I know you don't love me back I know we said no strings but I can't help my feelings." You truly didn't know what you was doing now, you'd exposed everything to her. You were in the worst possible state you could ever imagine being in. Vulnerable.

"Hey hey y/n look at me, sweetheart please" she had moved to crouch down in front of you, "you love me?" She whimpered watching your expression fall, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry I know I'm not a great catch, but I can't god you're gonna hate me. I'm sorry I'll go I'm" you were cut off with Emily's lips attached to yours in a sweet kiss. Both of you providing tears now that we're mixing together mid kiss.

"Come back to bed" she whispered standing and holding a hand out to you. You took it and joined her in the bed and snuggled up to each other. "I love you too baby" she murmured pressing another kiss to your lips, "you're so beautiful darling." More kisses and hands now gripping at one another's body's as you desperately tried to paw closer. Needing more, the kisses changing from rushed and passionate to loving and intimate. The relationship would definitely morph into something more from tonight but you both knew you'd have to take things slow, your own pasts affecting you in unimaginable ways. But here and now you were safe and so in love with the one and only Emily Prentiss.

Word count ~ 785

[myanxietydemonaretootired]

So... I was bored and watched lesbian tiktoks for like an hour. Then I was like, I wanna write something cute and wrote just a small thing but I liked it.

Available on Ao3 too :]

I kissed Emily Prentiss

Two days ago, Garcia came to the bureau with four tickets for a new club that had recently opened a few blocks near her house, the "Jennifer's Body" nightclub. She had been waiting for months for it to be up and ready for business.

"C'mon, JJ! We really need to unwind and I swear, it'll be totally fun! Also, hello, the name. Jennifer's Body has to have Jennifer's Body! Your beautiful JJ Body!" She took my hand and lifted me up from my chair. "Please, let's dance! Let's dance."

"We haven't had fun in forever. I'm IN!" Tara joined in the conversation.

Tara backed up Penelope and started dancing with her. I couldn't help but laugh. I have been under a lot of stress, we all have. This job sometimes makes us forget to love life and to take time for the little things, like a good night out with friends. And who better to remind me than the one and only Penelope Garcia? We should start paying her for it. I looked at Emily, expecting her response to Penelope's offer.

"I heard girls called Jennifer drink for free." She said. It was all it took.

"Let's go, ladies," I say, and we go to get ready.

I never imagined a nightclub like this one. All the pink, purple and mirrors with phrases like "so hot" and "beautiful babe" written with what appears to be lipstick. The whole place was made for girls by girls. As soon as we set foot here, Garcia and Tara lost themselves in the music and started dancing surrounded by all the other girls who happily embraced them, especially Tara, so many of them tried to dance with her. I get it. She looks amazing, in a black dress with some see-through parts, and Pen did her make-up. Well, she did everyone's make-up. Garcia also looks great, in a tight dress with puffed sleeves and she put hot pink extensions on her head.

However, I can't stop staring at Emily. A sleeveless red bodysuit with a cut down the middle and tight black shorts, there is a little space between her bodysuit and her shorts where you can see her skin. I don't know why I keep looking at that space, it's hypnotising. I feel my mouth dry and I drink another cosmopolitan. Girls surround her and ask permission to touch her while they dance. That's a little intrusive, right? Does she feel comfortable with it?

One of the girls is complimenting her hair, which I did. Curls in her shiny jack-black hair. I remember how my breath stopped the moment we got too close. She said: "Don't be shy, sit here." She pulled me onto her lap as I curled her hair, winning one point from our weird flirtation-ship competition. Who can make the other one the most hot and breathless without any sex? I don't get it. How can she make me feel like this? How can someone have so much power over my feelings without...

Well, without what? Do I like her?

I look at Emily flirt with that girl; she's pretty, I guess; a cute short girl with a buzzcut. Emily eclipses any woman and enby in this room. The outfit hugging her figure and I can just trace every part of her over it. I feel like a psycho staring at her this way, I don't feel myself but oxygen is not entering my body. I must have gone mad, I feel asphyxiated. I want her to get away from buzzcut girl, I want us to go running to a bathroom stall and just kiss each other. I would grab her by the neck, and she would hug my waist. We would use the wall as our only support because our legs aren't responding. I'd ask for permission to deepen the kiss. I'm biting my lip just imagining it.

I make my way to her, putting myself in between the other girl and my Emily. I notice she's been staring at me too, and I smile because I know she wants this too. I whisper in her ear "Can I kiss you?"

"God, finally."

She envelopes my mouth with hunger, hugging me. I grab her by the face, her hair all over my hands.

I kissed Emily Prentiss.

[asmutwriter]

A True Lady (Part 2)

Anthony x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5054

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WARNINGS: time period sexism, mentions of sex, swearing, implied SA, drinking

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-   This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

The next morning you awaken, the memories of the night before a haze due to your intoxicated state. Thinking you’d dreamt most if not all of it, you stood up and pulled your night dress off of yourself. You let out a small sigh as you get dressed. You head to the dining room for breakfast and sit down. Benedict, Daphne and Eloise all having their food. You join them in their conversations when you hear the chair opposite yours move. You look to see Anthony sit opposite you. You make eye contact for mere seconds but you go red and have to break it immediately. It may have been a dream but you can’t help feel flustered. He smiles softly and also joins in the small talk. A cough from the front of the room catches all of your attentions. You look to see one of your servants looking a little concerned. Yoji stand up, worst fears going through your mind. “You have some guests. They are in the hallway” you nod and excuse yourself and make your way to the entrance of the house. All four of them follow you though, intrigued by this guest.

“Fucking hell! Who do I have to screw to get a house like this?” you see your two best friends at the door. You squeal from excitement and run over to them and embrace them both. They both hug you in return “We kept getting your letters and we thought we’d come visit you and see if it was as good as you were describing”

“It is by the looks of it” you nod and pull away from the hug. You turn and see the four Bridgeton’s looking in confusion. You smile

“Umm, these are some of my best friends. Lily and Ivy. Guys, these are the Bridgeton’s. Daphne who’s married to Simon, Anthony and Benedict, her older brothers. Then Eloise her younger sister” Daphne smiles

“How do you know Emily then?”

“Us three used to work together. Before she came here that is” Lily looks at you and admires your dress “gosh you look like a posh prick. No offence you guys” she motions with her hands for you to twirl, which you oblige. “Shit you look hot in that”

“Thanks love” you see her admire the fitting of the body “Honestly you are so talented. Assuming you made it yourself?” You nod as you hear Ivy starts a conversation with the other three. Ivy talking to Daphne, Eloise and Benedict as Anthony joins you and Lily. You smile at him before avoiding eye contact as you feel your cheeks start to flush. Lily smiles at him, introducing herself. He takes her hand and kisses the back of it

“It’s an honour to meet you. I’ve heard some wonderful things about you” She giggles and looks away from him, giving you a look as she proceeds to point at your female friend

“Ivy has just got a deal at work”

“Really?” she nods and smiles

“Going to go in for a high up job in the fashion industry. Certainly pays more than in the factory”

“Oh that’s amazing news!”

“Do you also make clothes?” Anthony asks. Lily shales her head

“No. Ivy is the talented one. I tried making clothes before but I have about as much talent as a pile of shit” you roll your eyes as he looks startled at her language

“I apologise for the improper speech my friend has”

“Wasn’t that in itself improper speech?” he chuckles and makes eye contact witty you briefly before looking back at her

“Its ok ma’am” he smiles at her

“Aren’t there more of them?” your friend queries you as you nod

“A lot of them are outside feeding the ducks”

“Tell me you have a pond”

“I don’t just have a pond. I have a lake”

“You are a lucky bastard you now that right? God” she gasps and clutches your arm in excitement “I’m going to go swimming. You’re going to join me” she grins at you. Anthony laughing at your discomfort. Lily looks at him and smiles evilly “I don’t know why you look so smug. Your also joining us” she grabs his hand “Where is the lake?” she looks at you expectantly “And if you don’t tell me I will annoy you until you do” you sigh and lead her into the garden, telling Ivy where you were heading.

As soon as Lily sees the lake she squeals in excitement. She quickly disrobes down to her undergarments then runs and jumps into the water. You pick up her dress fold it slightly. “Come on in its lovely in here” you go to undo your dress get your hair caught in the top part.

“Ow, ow ow. Umm. Can… can you help me?” you look at Anthony who looks slightly uncomfortable at the situation but he comes over to help you anyway, carefully untangling your hair for you and undoing the top clasp, his fingers brush against the back of your neck and you feel your heartbeat quicken at the slightest touch. You quickly pull away, trying to hide your flushed face as you undo the rest of your dress and strip to your corset and underwear. You turn to face him, noticing his face starting to go pink as he moves his gaze away from you. “You coming?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you coming in?” you motion at the water. He shakes his head slightly and watches you run and jump in with your friend. You friend swims over to you

"So do you have a crush on him?” she whispers to you

“Excuse me?” she raises an eyebrow

“I saw how you looked at him”

“I-I may have had a dream about him last night which has me a bit flustered tonight” she nods knowingly. You watch as the four others leave the house and come over to join the one on the bank. Eloise looking like she wants to join you but Daphne saying something to her

“I think that they think I’m an improper lady”

“You are” you hit her “I’m sorry you’re in your underwear in water that probably has so much fish and duck shit in. You aren’t a lady” she smiles and nudges you “but who cares. You have so much money and because of that power to do whatever the fuck you want” you nod slightly

“I suppose so. Anyway, how’s your life been? Anything new been happening?” Before she can answer you then hear a splash and notice Eloise managed to convince her elder siblings to let her join you. You smile at her as she approaches

“What are you talking about?”

“I just asked my friend how life was”

“I can’t complain about it. I’ve had better days but I’ve had worse” she half smiles at you, obviously not wanting to go into too much details about her personal life around the girl she’s only just met.

“Shall we head back to land?” you ask as your friend nods and you all swim back over. You get out and give both girls a hand up. Then finding a nice bit of grass and lie down, letting the sun dry you before placing your clothes back on. Your friend sits next to you and Eloise nervously lies next to you. Your friend turns towards you

“When are you having a ball? If you say you’ve already had one and I wasn’t invited then it’s the end of our friendship” you chuckle

“I’ve not yet had a ball. They think I should host one next week but I’m shit at hosting things” You hear Daphne cough above you and give you a look “Sorry. I meant I’m not very good at hosting”

“Oh come on. We used to have great parties”

“Yeah, the ones we used to get invited to. We didn’t host them”

“Yeah but they were great fun”

“If you do any of that stuff at my ball I will throw you out”

“God you’re no fun”

“No, I just like it the idea of you not giving one of the party goers a bad spine”

“It’s not my fault he was shit in bed” you hit her leg “Sorry, I meant to say was he wasn’t the best man I’ve ever had”

“Not better to clarify”

“How can a man be good in bed?”

“It means if they snore or not. If they don’t snore then they are good in bed” you hear slight chuckling behind you, tilting your head you see that the three older Bridgeton’s and Ivy were sat behind you, Benedict snickering to himself at your comment. “It’s true. I don’t know what else it would mean, unless you want to elaborate” he shakes his head

“Certainly not”

“Exactly” you turn to your friend “But I don’t know, I think it’ll be bad. Just get a tonne of alcohol and hope everyone drinks loads so none of them remember” you hear Ivy laugh behind you

“Yeah cause that always works and it’s never just you getting intoxicated”

“Shut up. What do people even do at posh parties?” you turn to look at your four higher class friends. Eloise snickers

“Try not to let guys tread on your toes as they all attempt to dance”

“Shit do I need to dance?”

“Umm, yes?”

“Shit. I don’t think I know any dances”

“Yeah you do”

“Not suitable ones. Shit”

“A lady really shouldn’t use such vulgar language” you hear Daphne say

“Yeah I know” you pat down your body and feel its dry so stand up. “Right, dresses on then time to learn some dances” you brush the grass off of the back of your legs and walk over to the dress you hung up. Slipping it back over your body and doing it up, you place one hand out in front of you to where you think a man’s shoulder would be and then proceed to look confused “where does my other hand go?” Ivy stands up and takes one hand in hers and places the other hand on her shoulder

“Like this” she places a hand on your waist “Now a simple dance is back one foot then forward the other, but you need to remember to do a little bit of something with your hips. Especially as you are a woman, hips are the thing you want to show off. They are one of the more attractive features to a man subconsciously as it shows how good you are at bearing children. So I’d put one foot back then do a hip thing whilst lifting your foot, then go back forward”

“I can’t see what you mean” she sighs and motions at Anthony plus Lily.

“Lily come here. Can you lead her and just copy what I do so she can copy what Lily does?” She says to the eldest brother who nods and stands, offering his hand to you which you take in yours

“So hold my hand, put that one on your shoulder and then this one goes on your hip” you turn to face Lily and try to copy how she moves, accidently treading on his toes several times and apologising for it every time. You let go of him after a while and shake your head

“I’m just going to give up. You guys can all dance so nicely and I just look like a ferret” Ivy laughs. Lily clasps her hands together in excitement

“Does that mean I’m actually better at something then a Lady? Oh look at me. I’m a right posh one I am” she laughs then covers her mouth in embarrassment “I’m sure you guys don’t talk or act like that...” you laugh and sit on the floor and hug your knees.

“Is it lunch time yet. I’m starved”

“Do we get to eat posh food?” you nod and smile

“Well, I still cook most of it but it’s in multiple pans rather than just the one”

“Very, very posh indeed then” you help Eloise put her dress back on, seeing your friend is able to put hers on on her own.

After lunch you sit once again in the library, reading a book. A knock on the door brings you out of the story “Come in”, expecting it to be one of your friends. Anthony walks in. You smile at him “Hi, I wasn’t expecting it to be you” he nods and shuts the door.

“I just thought I’d come and see how you were, your friend with the colourful language is having a bath and your other friend is talking to Daphne I believe” you nod and pat the sofa next to you. He comes over and sits down “your friends are very... intense”

“Yeah, Lily doesn’t really have any social boundaries and Ivy is quite shy. But I love them both and couldn’t picture my life without them” he nods and leans back into the corner of the sofa, eyes watching you. You feel your cheeks go a slight pink under his gaze but shake it off as nothing. “Why did you come in here?”

“I wanted to chat. Just us two. Away from prying eyes” you nod “I-I can’t remember much from last night. I remember us talking but that’s about it”

“Wait we talked last night?” he nods slowly

“Do you not remember?” you shake your head

“I thought I dreamt it all to be honest” you chuckle nervously “I think I need to make less strong drinks in the future” he chuckle and nods. He leans forward and moves a strand of hair behind your ear. You try to control your breathing as he gets closer to you. “Sorry that was... wrong” he moves his hand away but you shake your head. “I respect you a lot and I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable” he says in a stricter tone. More to himself then you. You turn to look at him again. Eyes fixated on his lips. He smiles slightly.

“I respect you too” you whisper out as he nods.

“I’ll see you at dinner m’lady” he gives you a small smile before he stands up, exiting the room.

-

Over the next few days you all get along nicely, but when you mention a ball the Bridgeton’s say they will help you plan one. So after about a week of planning, arranging and sending out invites it finally comes to the day of your ball. You nervously pace around your room. Daphne comes in and gently places her hand on your shoulder “You will be fine. Mama will help you as much as you need as she is an expert with parties such as this” you nod

“Do I look ok?”

“You look beautiful”

“I think I might vomit”

“Don’t do that. You’ll ruin your lovely dress” you nod and wave your hand in front of your eyes to try and hold back tears. She smiles kindly at you and holds her arm out for you to take which you do. She leads you down the stairs, your guests waiting for you in the hallway of your house. Lily is the first to speak

“You look amazing Emily”

“Thank you my love”

“Honestly, that dress makes your tits look amazing” you roll your eyes at her as you now feel every pair of eyes subconsciously look at your chest and then back at your face.

“God I may pass out”

“Don’t do that” Daphne calms you by your side, gently patting your arm “Anthony can you help her please” he comes over and offers his arm in replacement to which you take.

“I don’t understand why I need a man with me. I’ve seen some of the people coming, I’m not going to run off with any of them I can tell you that” you flatten the front of your dress. Anthony leans in to you slightly

“Don’t mess with the dress, you look perfect” you nod and tighten your grip on him

“I feel like a high class prostitute” he looks astonished by what you said but lets out a small smile

“You look like a lady” you smile at him as the first guests arrive.

After about 20 minutes the majority of guests have arrived. Due to your upbringing, you have guests of all classes and backgrounds there. You did not want to discriminate against anyone just because of their family. Benedict and Eloise come over to join you and Anthony (him having not left your side as a form of comfort) as you notice a specific man come in. The arm holding onto Anthony’s tightens “What is wrong?”

“He... why is he here?” you whisper. You feel the brothers exchange a look. Although you remain linked with his arms you feel Anthony gently take your hand in his, holding onto it for comfort. You shake your head and look at the eldest brother pleading for him to help.

“I cannot ask him to leave. It is improper of me. I am sorry” you look at the younger siblings

“You can ask him to leave. We cannot as it is not our house. But it is your house”

“Why don’t you like him?” Eloise questions

“Hess not a nice man... is that his wife? Jesus how did he manage to get such a pretty wife. She looks about 10 though” you take in a breath “Maybe he’s changed. I doubt it but who knows. Maybe he’s no longer a high class wanker”. That’s when what you dreaded might happen starts to happen. He sees you and brings himself and his wife over to you. You break eye contact with him and stare at the hand holding yours.

“Hello my dear. It’s been so long! What, must’ve been about 3 years?” you nod as you feel tears in your eyes. That dreaded night coming back to you

“3 years and 2 months I believe, to be exact” you mentally shake yourself and motion at the Bridgeton siblings surrounding you “Eloise, Benedict and Anthony Bridgerton” they all nod at each other, Anthony lets go of your hand as he puts it out towards the man to greet him

“This is my wife” you smile at her “where is your husband then?” you shake your head

“No I’m not married”

“Why not?”

“If I marry then all my fortune that I’ve earned has to go under his name even though I was the one who earned it in the first place”

“I never even thought about that!” you hear Eloise exclaim

“Hmm” the gentlemen says “I would’ve though with the amount of men at least one of them would want to marry you. I suppose men like undamaged flowers though don’t they” you tense up at his words “I mean seriously. How could a man want to marry you with your dress being so short? Practically just begging for it. That dress is...” he eyes you up and down “well you look like a common whore. Just like your mother” you grit your teeth as the two Bridgerton men go to say something put you put a hand up to silence them

"I am not a whore”

“You could’ve fooled me” You finally make eye contact with him. Hate filling your eyes “I bet you are. How else would you be able to get a house like this? Probably doing sinful things with the real man of the house. Wanting you to dress up like one of his play things”

“I am NOT a whore. I am a NOT some sort of plaything for you or anyone for that matter. I am a woman. No. I am a lady. And you. You are just a boy. I will dress how I want because this is MY house” you let go of the brothers arm and bend down to the hem of your dress, ripping it at the side continuingly up until your whole leg is on show “Now, I want you to leave MY house before I take whatever little manhood you have between your legs and shove it up your own ass” he looks flabbergasted at your words. His wife also looking shocked

“You cannot-”

“Oh but I just did” you take a step closer to him “get the fuck out” you see him and his wife hurriedly walk out of your house. You turn to look at the three who are looking awestruck at you. Eloise is the first to speak

“That was amazing!” you smile at her

“God that was liberating”

“He must’ve done something really bad to you for you to act like that” you nod

“He wasn’t a very nice man” you take her hands “if a man ever tries to tell you to do something and you don’t want to, no matter what, tell him no. You owe men nothing. Do whatever makes you happy. And if he doesn’t take no for an answer, tell him to go fuck himself” you smile at her and hug her. Benedict coughs slightly

“Eloise shall we go and dance?” she nods and takes his arm, leaving you and Anthony by the side of the room

“I am sorry”

“Why?”

“Because he-”

“You are not him so you do not need to apologise” he nods as you look down at your dress “I liked this outfit” he chuckles

“I think that speech and action was worth ruining your dress though, don’t you agree?” you nod and smile up at him. He offers you his hand “I’d like to see how much you remembered from our dance lesson a few days ago”

“Oh... I remember nothing about that and I value your, well, everything to be seen dancing with someone who will likely make a fool of you” he chuckles and takes your hand anyway, leading you to the dance floor. You place a hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand “this is correct, yes?” he nods and places his hand on your waist. You dance around the room, managing to not step on his toes at all. You finish and clap with excitement “I did that perfectly” he chuckles “now I want to get-” you think for a second “I don’t know how to word it in a ladylike manner so excuse me. But I want to get shitfaced” he smiles slightly as you pull him over to the drinks you had for people. Picking up a glass for him, you hear Violet come over to you and give you a smile

“My dear, your dress is ripped” you nod

“Yeah, I think it adds to my look”

“People are looking though”

“And? It’s just a leg. We all own them”

“It’s just. It’s not proper” you roll your eyes

“Should I get dressed?” she nods and smiles at a couple of people who walk past, giving you a disgusted look “wow. Who knew so many people would get offended by a leg” you hold your hand out to Anthony “come with me?”

“Oh my dear he-”

“I’m sorry I either get dressed with him as my escort or I stay down here with my legs on show” you smile at her kindly as you head upstairs with him. You go into your room “Leave the door open. Looks less like a scandal if it’s open” he nods and admires the art around the room as you take your dress off and search your wardrobe for a new and acceptable dress.

“This painting is very good” You look over at him and the picture he is admiring

“Thanks. I painted it”

“Really?” you nod and pull the dress on over you head.

“I painted that one and that one in this room. I modelled for that one” you point at various paintings

“That’s you?” you nod

“Ivy painted me and I fancied it so much I asked her if I could buy it from her. She told me not to be so stupid and gave it to me as a present. She only requests now that if people ask who painted it I say her so that people may buy her art” he nods

“Surely it’d be better in a more public room so more people can see to admire it though?”

“I already feel very big headed having a picture of myself hanging in my house. I don’t need it on display for everyone to see how big headed I am” he laughs slightly

“No I suppose you’re right” he takes a sip of his drink and holds his arm out to you again. You smile and take it, heading downstairs. Lily runs over to you as soon as you once again reach the party, taking your hands in her own.

“Benedict told me that he turned up again. My love are you ok?” she strokes your cheeks and looks into your eyes. She was expecting to see sadness or fear but instead she saw a warmth. Happiness. She furrows her brows as she looks at you then at Anthony. “I am glad you are ok” she kisses you on the forehead as a sign of affection. “You are loved and if he ever shows his face again I will kick him so hard in his dick he’ll see stars” you laugh slightly

“Thank you. I am ok now. I told him to fuck off”

“She did. It was a weirdly amazing scene to watch play out” you hear the oldest brother say behind you. Daphne comes over to you three

“Brother. Mama said we are leaving tonight. She said that it only seems right that we leave Lady Garcia a good night’s rest before we wear her out”

“Don’t be silly. I am happy for you all to stay longer” she shakes her head

“I must also get back to tend to some duchess duties. I fear I may have left my husband for too long. But we shall come and visit you again once I have had our child if that is ok?”

“You are welcome back anytime Daphne. You and the whole family are kind and good people and I’ve had the greatest honour of being in your company” she smiles at you and bows slightly before leaving. Lily smiles at you

“M’lady. Would you let me have the honour of getting drunk with you” she asks as you smile and take her arm.

“I’d be honoured m’lady” looking at the eldest son “would you care to join?” He shakes his head

“I am going to go and join my family” he bows to you both slightly before walking away. You both smile as you go over and pour yourselves a glass of whiskey. Both starting to intake a large quantity of alcohol, Eloise comes over to join you

“What are you drinking?”

“Whiskey. Would you like some?” your friend offers

“Yes. Yes. My brothers never let me have drinks” you hand a glass before Anthony comes over once again

“Thank you” he says as he takes the glass from her hand and sips it

“Let the poor girl have a drink” he shakes his head

“Mother would kill me if she knew I’d let her drink”

“Meanie” you exclaim, pouring another drink for yourself “try some my love” you offer her your glass “if you enjoy it I shall pour you your own one and I’ll threaten to beat your brother if he tries to stop you” he laughs at your words as Eloise takes a sip and grimaces at the taste

“That is foul” you nod and take a sip

“So I take it you don’t want one?” she coughs but look at all three of you then nods

“Give me a glass” the brother goes to object but you simply cover his mouth as you pour a fresh glass with one hand. His eyes soften when you meet his gaze

“It is a party. Let the girl have a drink” you move your hand away “Also, if you guys are leaving today then I don’t have to have the responsibility of looking after her tomorrow morning” you drink the rest of your drink and place down the cup. Daphne walks over to you

“Why is she holding a glass?”

“Because it is my party and I want her to enjoy herself” you look at her “she is old enough to marry then she is old enough to get drunk. Oh I want some food”

“It looks like our sister isn’t the only one who can’t take here alcohol” you hear the oldest say. You glare at him as you get very close to him

“I can hold my alcohol. I am just hungry” he nods

“Ok. Touch your nose” you roll your eyes at him, not playing his stupid little game. He leans slightly closer to you “I’m sorry, did you not hear me. I said touch your nose. Prove to me you are not drunk” you subconsciously press your legs together at his domineering voice, now you are glad you changed dresses as no one can see your legs. You lift your finger up and place it on the end of your nose with ease.

“See? And I can touch yours” you touch the end of his nose “and everyone else’s. The world is my oyster of nose touching” you laugh and link arms with him as you watch his sister down the drink you gave her, gagging afterwards. You wince for her “Yeah it’s a strong drink. Sorry my love. Oops sorry for calling you my love” you smile as you watch her recover from her drink, coughing into her hand.

A couple more hours pass and all the guests start to leave. The Bridgerton’s (apart from your two friends) are the last to go. “It has been wonderful to meet you all!” you smile at each of them as they all make their way to their carriages. You go over and kiss Daphne’s forehead “thank you for coming. Do write to me when you have the child as I’d love to see him” you smile and wave goodbye as they leave your now very empty house.

[devircy]

KidLaw Songs

Okay, because I am probably insane here are my songs that I listen to when I go to write, edit, revise, aka get into the head space for kidlaw (TDC) with little to no explanation as to why its mostly 2010 pop... 23 songs :)

Bad Romance - Lady Gaga I don’t think this needs an explanation

Casual Sex - My Darkest Days “Just your typical hard core casual sex, wild under the covers, crazy for each other.”

Let’s Be Friends - Emily Osment “I see what I want and I wanna play, everyone knows I’m getting my way.”

Monster - Lady gaga “He ate my heart...uh-oh there was monster in my bed, we french-kissed on a subway train, he tore my clothes right off”

Like a Villain - Bad Omens “I’ll see your face in the fire and burn it out, I don’t want to know your secrets cause I’ll tell.”

Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift  “ Lord save my drug is my baby I’ll be using for the rest of my life. Don’t blame me, love made me crazy.”

Meddle About - Chase Atlantic “You got me down on my knees it’s getting harder to breath out. We only met each other just the other day.”

Animals - Maroon 5 - “You can start over, you can run free ...you can pretend it’s mean to be but you can’t stay away from me.”

Just Pretend - Bad Omens “I can stay away if you want me to, I can wait for years if I gotta, Heaven knows I ain’t getting over you.”

i’m yours - Isabel LaRosa “We’re gettin’ closer, inches away, lose composure, favorite mistake, friendship’s over, won’t be the same”

Love You Better - The Haunt - “I’m fine, but the way you lie and how you think that I can’t read be tween the lines.”

Moth to the a Flame - The Weekend -  “Cause he seems like he’s good for you and he makes you feel like you should”

Hot N Cold - Katy Perry “Someone, Call the doctor got a case of a love bipolar”

Scream - Usher “If you want a turn right, hope you’re ready to go all night.”

Sparks Fly - Taylor Swift “Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, its just wrong enough tot make it feel right.”

Taste of You - Rezz, Dove Cameron “What am I supposed to do but sink my teeth in you? I starve without you on my lips, I die without the taste of it.”

Night Crawling - Miley Cyrus “Sometimes I need your lovin’ Somtimes I stab you in the back”

Good Together - Shy Martin “Every night its one of getting aggressive the other one acting possessive...You and me we never say were sorry hands around my body fuck until were good.”

Death of Me - PVRIS “You could chain me up or set me free you could suffocate or let me breath baby you could be the death of me.”

Nicotine - P!ATD "I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you, so I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do.”

Gimme What I Want - Miley Cyrus “Pleasure leads to pain to me there both the same...Bite marks like and animal you might be insane but maybe we’re the same”

DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens “I miss the way you say my name...Your make up running down your face the way you fuck the way you taste.”

Shameless - Camila Cabello “I want you to give in, there is tension in between us I just want to give in and I don’t care if I’m forgiven.”

If you guys have songs you like, enjoy, associate with them that I don’t have on this list PLEASE send it to me in the ask box I am always looking for more!!!

[wherebutterfliesneverdie13ghosts]

Chapter II: Thoughts of Love

A/N: And we go into Where Butterflies Never Die Chapter 2! I re-read the first chapter a thousand times before and AFTER I posted it, and I am incredibly happy with how it turned out.

Also, I got an odd message about hair in the pubic area for women in the 50's and did some research to make it realistic. Turns out, women did trim in that period according to an article I found. As it said:

"The first women's body hair razor was released by Gillette in 1915, though ads focused on armpit hair. Nylon shortages during World War II encouraged women to go bare-legged, which led to greater proliferation of leg shaving; and thus, when the bikini was first released in 1946, the stage was finally set for American women to "clean things up" down yonder with a razor."

So, I will add that to the list of things I never thought I would have to google. But this story is making me google EVERYTHING.

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Sexual language (Royce has a dirty mind. He is a fifteen-year-old boy, just saying), Royce's uncle gives his only nephew a talk about pleasing females, language, and violence.

For anyone wondering why its warm enough to stand outside comfortably in February in this chapter, I have placed Crescent Valley in Ohio. Explanation enough.

"I see the way you look at the tiny violinist."

Royce choked, tearing his eyes from Emily's small form in the March's living room window across the street, his uncle taking a seat beside him on the rock wall.

"Emily's grown up to be quite a looker," he patted his nephew's knee with an approving nod. "And more ladylike than her sister if word on the street is true."

Ugh. Emilia. God, he could not stand her. He was positive she was the antichrist.

"Good thing you managed to get rid of that one before anything bad happened."

Royce nodded but said nothing, his father having taught him that it was rude to speak ill of a lady, no matter how much they deserved it.

"How long have you been in love with Emily March, Royce?"

Royce wished he could give him an answer. But he could not. Truthfully, he could not pinpoint an exact moment in time that was the definitive one that made him fall in love with his best friend. 

"For a long time."

His uncle hummed and he kept quiet for all of five seconds.

"Have you ever fantasized about her?" Royce's eyes widened at he whipped his head to look at his uncle Ben in outrage that he would even ask such a question. "Oh, relax, Royce. You are obviously in love with her. Having sexual fantasies about someone you have feelings for is a natural part of being a teenage boy. Or being a teenager with hormones in general."

He took a sip from his wine glass and snorted.

"You could not give me all the money in the world to be that age again."

After a moment, Royce's snarky nature overrode his righteous outrage at anyone even thinking of Emily in a sexual situation – aside from himself, of course.

"I assume this conversation has a purpose, Uncle Ben."

"There's the grumpy nephew I know and love," Ben chuckled. "Yes, it does. Do not be a selfish asshole when it comes to sex. It takes two to tango, remember that."

Royce could see where he was coming from. He had heard his teammates talk about how whiny their girlfriends were about them not pleasing them. Andrew would merely roll his eyes and tell Royce that it was not hard to please a woman – having a friend with a successful relationship and healthy sex life would benefit him if he and Emily ever got together – you just had to make sure to focus on her more than yourself.

"I'll bite," he sighed and kicked a foot back against the wall. "What do you mean?"

"Let me give you a for instance," his uncle cleared his throat. "If she goes down, you need to return the favor."

While Royce had had plenty of heated and pleasant dreams about the second half of his uncle's statement – finding himself wondering if Emily's taste between her thighs would be as sweet as her personality – but found himself drawing up short at the first half.

"I would never ask her to do that!" Seeing the familiar rage brewing in his nephew's eyes, Ben held up his hands in an 'I surrender' motion. "If she wants to do that, I wouldn't argue, but I wouldn't ask her to do it."

"Well, Royce, you are one in a billion, then."

The slugger rubbed his temples and walked away from his uncle, taking deep breaths. He did not want to admit that the thought of sweet, innocent little Emily taking his cock in her mouth had his blood pumping straight to the appendage and his heart thudding painfully against his ribs.

Being a guy sucked sometimes.

"Ugh," Becky swept over to the counter of Pauly's Diner, wrinkling her nose at the tiny decorative Cupids on the counter. "I hate Valentine's Day!"

Emily smirked at her friend, tucking one of her blue/black waves that had slipped out of her bun behind her ear. Becky hated most holidays, but she hated Valentine's Day most of all.

"Bex," she swept by her with her order pad. "Calm down. It will be over soon."

Becky merely grinned and playfully swatted her only friend's behind.

"Your boyfriend and his ignorant followers are here," she tightened her ponytail and swept a crumb off of her apron. "Table five."

Emily sighed. "Royce is not my boyfriend, Becky."

Becky chuckled. "But he wants to be."

Emily rolled her eyes good-naturedly and swept out from behind the counter, heading over to Royce's table, recognizing him even by the back of his head, due to his black as pitch hair.

"Hi kitten," Royce greeted her with enthusiasm which shocked most of his teammates – aside from Andrew, of course, who knew Royce better than anyone, aside from Emily herself, maybe – into momentary silence. "How is business?"

He glanced around.

"No one's giving you any trouble, are they?"

Already knowing telling him the truth would rattle his cage, she avoided casting her eye at the table that housed Johnny and his cronies – including her sister, disgustingly enough. Though, to her surprise, Johnny looked annoyed at her presence – and shook her head.

"Of course not, slugger," she pulled out her pad and a pen. "What can I getcha?"

Royce's lips barely parted before one of Johnny's friends – aptly named Sticky Icky Ricky – yelled over the cacophony of the diner, plunging it into silence.

"Hey March!" Becky's head hit the counter as Emily pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why don't you come on over here! I have something I think you'll like."

Emily could practically hear the snap of Royce's temper as he shot out of the booth. She quickly side-stepped, planting her hands on his chest to shove him lightly.

"Royce, you have to calm down," she gripped his chin and made him look at her, which required her to angle his head down since hers barely came up to his jawline. "I get statements like that from those particular Greasers almost every night."

Becky gaped at her. Was she trying to calm him down or enrage him more?!

"Every night?!" his voice was deep and gravelly, full of rage which was so pivotal to his personality. "They talk to you like that every night?!"

She sighed.

"I'm an unattached female, Royce," she put more force behind her pushes against his chest. "Of course, they do!" She gave one more hard push. "Please sit down!" and managed to wrangle the irate boy back into his seat.

She shook her head, blowing a strand of her hair out of her eye, before pulling her order pad back up, chipper smile planted back on her face.

"Now," she levelled Royce with a look. "What can I get you, Royce and team?"

She wrote down everything they said with accuracy, keeping track of fourteen orders with no issue before turning to Royce.

"Double cheeseburger, no onion, extra cheese and pickles," she grinned as he nodded. "Side of Fries and a large coke."

"You remembered."

"Slugger," she chuckled. "You have been ordering the same thing here since we were twelve. I would hope you would be insulted if I didn't remember."

Royce did not miss the way Johnny’s eyes followed Emily as she practically glided away. And he did not like it one bit.

"So," Andrew threw a fry at Royce to break his eyes away from Emily as she talked to a table of customers a few feet away. "Are you going to stare at her forever or finally make a move?"

"I just broke up with her sister, Drew."

He cocked an eyebrow.

"The sister that ambushed you into a relationship?" he asked. "The sister that you can't stand?" He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the she-devil in question, who was snuggled up to Johnny. "The sister who handed it out to Johnny Sullivan the moment she could not get it from you?"

Another piece of lettuce hitting the table by his elbow snapped Royce's icy blue eyes toward his other teammates.

"Hey!" he snapped. "You guys want to stop acting like animals and keep your food on your plate? Emily is not your maid."

"I mean," one of his newer teammates - James, Royce believed his name was - spoke up. "She is a waitress. It is her job to clean tables."

Royce cocked his head in the way a predator would when observing its prey as he regarded him.

"Emily comes from the same part of town as we do, shithead," Royce's other teammates looked down at their plates as he spit the words. "She chooses to work here for her own reasons. She's not a Greaser and she's not your mommy. So keep your food on your plate."

When James went to say something, Andrew spoke up.

"You're new in town and on the team," he leaned over the teammate next to him to get closer. "So, if you want to keep your teeth, it would be best to stop talking now."

He whipped his head to Royce then.

"And you!" Andrew jerked his thumb over to Emily. "Ask her out to a movie. Or go to her house for dinner. You have known her parents your entire life. I'm almost positive they will have zero objections."

Royce studied his hand.

"Loving me when I am their daughter's best friend," he looked at Andrew. "And loving me as I attempt to become their favored child's husband and father of her children is an entirely different thing."

Andrew choked on his bite of burger and looked at Royce.

"Children?!" he gaped at his best friend. "I thought you wanted to get out of this town! Go pro."

Royce shrugged.

"Plenty of pro baseball players have wives and children," he looked over his shoulder at Emily's hair gleaming blue in the harsh lights of the diner. "Why can't I?"

A/N: This story is a nightmare. I love it but at the same time, it is taxing. So many rules in the 1950's make me cringe. I plan on breaking several of them, so just be prepared for that. 

[mxchellesworld]

Discuss!

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out

Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation 

a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!

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Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks. 

Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything. 

Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives. 

Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter. 

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night. 

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice. 

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space. 

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself. 

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid. 

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly. 

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation. 

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side. 

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks. 

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes. 

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows. 

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes. 

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things. 

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen. 

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile. 

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?” 

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks. 

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder. 

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions. 

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two. 

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings. 

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out. 

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt. 

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out. 

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?” 

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles. 

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. 

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles. 

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you. 

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?” 

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod. 

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?” 

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?” 

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips. 

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks. 

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch. 

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night. 

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain. 

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out. 

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted. 

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours. 

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.” 

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours. 

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.” 

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred. 

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump. 

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears. 

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum. 

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines. 

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs. 

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length. 

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point. 

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further. 

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure. 

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again. 

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget. 

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes. 

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off. 

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out. 

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,”  you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all. 

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came. 

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever. 

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go. 

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon. 

Then a sad look came across his face. 

“Spencer what’s wrong?” 

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy. 

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs. 

“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.” 

[doctorstethoscope]

Yes, Mr. President || The Clock (18+)

art by @multiverse-mxdness

happy Saturday besties!

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: SMUT 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI, d/s dynamic, sir kink thigh riding, oral (f receiving) penetrative sex, discussion of adultery, food consumption

wordcount: 2.6k

Aaron is used to Fridays feeling untenably long. Working at Camp David all day, waiting for it all to be over so you could show up— the minutes felt like hours, but at least it was an anxious excitement. The day feels even longer today, with nothing to show for it. No trip to Camp David, no secret hideaway, no stolen time, no you. The world was in a stalemate— Haley was waiting for him to budge. You and Rossi were waiting for Haley to attack. No one was yielding— and he didn’t know how much more of it he could take.

Fridays have felt unbearably long for a few months now— but that tension used to break, each night around 7pm. Today, it’s 6:45 and there’s no end in sight— just tension and anticipation as far as the eye can see. Rossi bustles in a few moments later, and while it’s not exactly welcome, it’s at least a distraction.

“The dam’s about to break,” Rossi says as he shuts the door behind him. “Mr. President, it’s game over. Time to call it a draw.”

“I’m sorry?” Aaron says, not following Rossi’s explanation.

“There’s a news truck parked outside of Blair House. Haley’s ready to show her hand, and it’s a good one. A presidency-ending one. It’s time to fold,” he explains more clearly. “You’ve got to give her what she wants— give her whatever she wants. Because you love this job— you love being President, and you have to sacrifice for what you love. It’s time to go to her. Give her the damn moon, for Christ’s sake. Go to her, and save your Presidency, Hotch,” Dave practically begs. “Time is running out— we ran the clock as far as it would take us, and now it’s time to act, to do something.”

Aaron takes a long moment to consider his next move— Rossi’s right. There’s no more time to wait it out, and Haley isn’t going to fold. He needs to make his choice. He takes a deep breath, and nods. “Alright,” Aaron says, giving Rossi a decisive nod. “Edie!” He calls out. “Can you please let Tom and Hal know that we’re on the move?”

Rossi lets out a sigh of relief.

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You’ve been an anxious mess all day– it’s the kind of worry that a night in Aaron’s arms could usually fix, but that is frustratingly not an option. Aaron’s made his position on you “working” this crisis very clear– but you can’t help but keep an eye on things. There are rumblings, whispers that the First Lady is going to be making an announcement tonight, that it’s going to be major. People think she may be announcing a pregnancy. If you weren’t so upset by the whole situation, you might laugh.

Derek, for his part, can tell that something is off, but has the good grace not to ask you about it in front of JJ and Emily. You’re too distracted to get any meaningful amount of work done– you stay later than all the others, but end up calling it quits around 6 o clock. You lock up, and your bodyman, Jake, is waiting for you in the lobby.

“Well, I lived,” you say with a sigh, not fully up to the joke. “How do you keep yourself entertained?”

“You’re assuming I haven’t been out here doing jiu jitsu on would-be assailants all day,” Jake points out as the two of you make your way into the parking garage.

“In that case, you must be exhausted,” you buy in.

“It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it,” he agrees.

“In all seriousness, I take it nothing’s come up?” You ask.

“That’s difficult to say. There are plenty of leads we could investigate— like, for example, the man who walks past the office 8 minutes before you each morning and tosses his empty coffee cup in the garbage outside your lobby. We could investigate all of these people who cross your path regularly— most, if not all, would turn out to be completely normal people who only cross your path by coincidence. But if you’re asking if I think you should be worried about a threat to your life—”

“That’s exactly what I’m asking,” you clarify.

“Then I would say no, you seem to be safe. We haven’t intercepted anything that would be determined a threat.”

“So you aren’t going to follow me home, then?” You ask.

“Unfortunately, ma’am, those orders will have to come from the President.”

“I figured as much,” you groaned. “I guess I’ll see you at home, then” you say as you climb into your car.

The agent follows you home, and you allow him to clear your apartment before you enter– he takes his place in the hall. You flick the television on, finding the news and discovering they’re reporting on Haley’s suspected announcement. You sigh— you should call Rossi, you think, but would your help be welcome?

You pick up the phone to call— you should at least offer, you think, when there’s a knock at the door.

The door swings open and reveals the President. You’re too shocked to speak for a moment, but then a thought occurs to you, comes out on top of all of the thousands of questions swirling through your head.

“Where’s Jake?” you ask.

Aaron chuckles a little at your seemingly out-of-place question. “I sent him home,” he explains as he slips by you and into your apartment, shucking off his suitcoat and tossing it over your loveseat as if it has always belonged there.

“What is happening?” You continue, following him into the living room.

“What do you mean, Angel?” He asks, as if all of this is normal. He opens the coat closet, hangs his trench coat next to yours. It looks really beautiful there.

“Why are you here?” You clarify, a mix between incredulity and anxiety.

“It’s Friday night. We’re spending the evening together. Maybe the whole weekend, if you don’t kick me out,” he explains simply, flashing you a lazy, boyish grin to punctuate his sentence.

“You can’t be here,” You say, your first statement since he walked in.

“Someone told me something very wise today,” Aaron says, completely ignoring your assertion. “They said ‘give the person you love whatever they want.’ So I’m here, asking you– am I still what you want?”

“Aaron. Haley’s clock runs out in 22 minutes–” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I know. She’s going public on prime time,” he says.

“She’s going to go nuclear. You shouldn’t be here, you should be in your car heading down Pennsylvania Avenue towards the Blair House, and you should be begging for her forgiveness. You need to do something, Aaron, because if you don’t, your chances for re-election—”

“Are very slim. And that’s my problem, not yours.” he finishes the sentence he interrupted. “Quite frankly, I don’t give a damn.”

“You don’t care that the clock is running out— that she’s going to tear your legacy apart with one interview?”

“I’m gonna sit here with you and watch while she does it,” Aaron answers.

“Does Rossi know where you are? Maybe he can talk to Haley and get you an extension,” you strategize, slipping into your fixer personality in an instant as you reach for your cell.

“Hang up the phone,” he tells you, settling in on your couch as if he belongs there. Maybe he does. ‘Hang up the damn phone,” he repeats, and this time you listen. “You can’t fix this one. You can’t fix the fact that I’m in love with you. I love you more than I love being President,” he confesses, and it stirs something inside of you— you’d always wondered. Even if you had a suspicion that you knew the answer, it was staring you in the face now. “I’ve told you that I’d give it all up for you, and I’ve meant it, every single time. But I don’t think you believe me,” he says, and it’s in no way an accusation, but it still draws feelings of guilt out of you. “I think you really believe that I will never choose you— and that you have to choose me. So this time, I’m fixing things, Angel. You and I are going to sit here for the next twenty minutes, and the clock is going to run out on my marriage, and you are going to watch me choose you. I’m choosing you, sweet girl. I always have.”

“You wouldn’t,” you whisper.

“I would,” he disagrees. “I will. I’m going to. Sit. Sit with me and watch me choose you,” he requests. “Unless you don’t want me.”

There’s a beat, and Aaron nearly regrets putting the thought in your mind at all. His stomach clenches and his fingernails dig into the cushions of the sofa— he’s just about to sprint out the door when he looks up and sees your face, nearly split in two with the force of your grin.

“Silly, stupid man,” you chastise him, launching yourself into his lap and taking his head in both of your hands, kissing him deeply.

He wraps his arms around your waist to secure you on the couch, tilting his jaw up towards you to grant you more access to his mouth.

“It’s always been you,” He murmurs into the soft skin of your neck before kissing you there.

It takes basically no time at all for your kisses to grow more intense and desperate. Aaron fingers the hem of your blouse and you help him pull it off, tossing it somewhere in the kitchen. He grips the tops of your thighs, hoisting you up and bringing you to the bedroom, where he places you against the mattress with reverence.

“It’s always been you, my love. Always,” he whispers as he kisses from your lips, down your chest and your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your pants, which he removes deftly.

You whine a little, and he chuckles, coming back to kiss your lips as you’d requested wordlessly. He snakes a hand between your bodies as he does so, drags his fingers down the planes of your stomach and slides them underneath the elastic of your panties. You buck towards him, and he smiles against your lips.

“You’ll get yours, angel,” he teases, dipping two fingers in between your folds. You’re undoubtedly aroused, but not quite ready yet. Aaron doesn’t mind. Getting you there is half the fun. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you into his lap, straddling one of his thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck and he unhooks your bra. Once that’s discarded, he places his hands on both of your hips, helps you rock back and forth– you’re pressing into the silk of your panties and the fabric of his slacks, and it feels absolutely intoxicating. You moan out, throwing your head back.

Your eyes are closed, so you’re caught off guard when you feel Aaron’s mouth close around your nipple. You gasp, and you can feel Aaron’s smug grin against you. “Fuck, Aaron,” you whimper.

“Go ahead, baby, get after it,” he encourages you, beginning to lift his thigh in time with your thrusts against it. You increase your speed, and he grunts a little to keep pace with you. “So fucking sexy. Are you gonna come like this?”

“Close,” you gasp out.

“Good,” he says. “That’s my naughty girl. Say it,” he commands you.

“I’m a naughty girl, Sir,” you repeat, throwing your head back.

“My naughty girl,” he corrects.

“Your naughty girl,” you agree, smiling. He sucks at the pulse point on your neck and you come undone with a cry.

He helps you off of his thigh and onto the mattress gently, crawling down to the end of the bed and removing your now-soaked panties and his own slacks and dress shirt. “How are you doing?” He asks, his voice gravelly— it shoots right to your core.

“I’m good,” you tell him.

“You sure? We can take a break,” he says.

You’re a little suspicious, now— two rounds in quick succession is relatively standard for you. “I’m sure,” you tell him.

He nods, taking your ankle in his hand and kissing his way up your calf and thigh, stopping only for a moment before you can feel his breath against you.

“What about you?” You ask.

“Tonight’s not about me. I’ll get mine,” he winks at you before sucking your clit in between his lips.

“Oh, Christ! Aaron,” you cry out, and he releases you from his mouth with an obscene pop before drinking from your entrance. . It’s always harder for you to get the second orgasm than it is the first, but Aaron doesn’t shy away from working at it— lapping from you and teasing you in all the right ways like it’s a full time job.

“Aaron, Aaron—” you warn him, reaching your arm down and tugging at his hair, but he’s undeterred. He leads you over the edge again, the pleasure peaking higher and for longer than it had the time before.

“Oh, shit,” you say as you come down, and Aaron smiles. He gives you a moment to collect yourself, pouring you a glass of water from the decanter on your bedside table.

“Drink,” he tells you, bringing the glass to your lips and tipping it ever so slightly. You level him with a glance, and he answers your wordless question. “I think I can get four out of you,” he says.

“You think so, huh?” You smirk. “And what about you?”

“I’m good with just the one,” he says. “I’m not high maintenance. Besides, watching is just as much fun for me,” he teases you, and you roll your eyes.

“Go ahead and do your worst, then,” you invite him, laying back against the mattress.

You’re already good and wet, so he doesn’t waste any time in sinking into you. Even as prepared as you were, he still finds his way into the deepest parts of you, and the feeling of it is addictive. He does his best at being gentle, but he’s painfully hard by now, and the two of you were never really the slow and sweet type. You’ll be sore in the morning, if you’re even able to move to begin with. Four orgasms, you let out a little laugh. Was he trying to kill you?

“Something funny?” He asked, leaning in to kiss your jaw.

“Not exactly,” you tell him as he brings his fingers to your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure to get you to number three.

He comes as you squeeze him in the throes of your orgasm, but doesn’t slow down— he continues to pump and work at you, and as soon as your third orgasm stops, the fourth begins. It’s good– insanely good. Mind numbingly good. You literally feel your brain turning into puzzle pieces, shaken around in their box.

“Did I get you good and fucked out, angel?” Aaron asks as he slips out of you.

“Yes sir,” you say dreamily. “Thank you.”

He chuckles. “It was my pleasure,” he tells you, kissing your forehead. “Stay right here. I’m going to get a washcloth and a snack for you.”

“I couldn’t move if I wanted to,” you call after him as he heads into the bathroom, and he smirks.

He comes back a few moments later with the promised washcloth and some cut fruit from your fridge.

“Aaron,” you mumble as he cleans you up.

“Yeah, angel. You okay?” He asks tenderly.

“M’okay,” you assure him. “I think we missed Haley’s thing, though,” you say, and he laughs.

“We’ll catch it on the eleven o’clock news.”

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[criminalmindzjunkie]

Hungry Eyes

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Summary: Spencer is tired of hiding your relationship. 

A/N: The idea for this fic came from a lovely anon that requested a fic based on She’s So Nice by Pink Guy. I also drew inspo from Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (strange mix, but stay with me here.) So basically, a lot of Dom!Spencer goodness. I’d like to say a huge thank you for almost 1k followers, because wow. I never imagined 5 people would actually want to read my writing. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, degradation, spitting, slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5.5k

           “That is one fine piece of ass. Don’t think I could get any work done with a sweet little thing like that prancing around my precinct,” mutters yet another sleezeball detective, beady eyes trained on you like a lion might study their prospective prey. It’s moments like these that Spencer has to remind himself that patience is a virtue – that he must bite his tongue because he’s at work and that means he has to act professional. Even if those around him don’t seem capable of affording him the same luxury.

           So, it’s with a clenched jaw and all the self-restraint that he can muster that Spencer forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Because Spencer is a professional, and there are more pressing matters that demand his undivided attention. The detective could be dealt with later – in the form of a complaint to the higher ups. But for now, patience.

           Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Years on the job had taught Spencer to remain level headed no matter the circumstance. Usually, Spencer could tune out the locker room talk in favor of immersing himself into the case. But when it came to you, or rather, people who dared to look upon you with eyes laden with lustful intentions, Spencer had a rather short fuse.

           It happens often, and he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d certainly turned his head the first time he was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you. He’d nearly broken his neck trying to steal another glimpse of you as you walked past him on your way to Emily’s office on your first day. No one would ever describe Spencer Reid as forward, but on that day, he was the most brazen he’d ever been.

           Throwing caution to the wind, Spencer made a split-second decision stop you and introduce himself.

           It was the best decision he would ever make.

           So, yes – he understood why the head of everyone you passed turned your way, eager to bask in your unparalleled beauty. But that didn’t mean that he had to like it. In fact, every time Spencer caught some imprudent bastard leering at you, he had to remind himself that enacting physical force on another person with no real reason could cost him his job. That, and he was above resorting to violence – or at least he was, until you came around.  

           Part of his anger was rooted in the obvious lack of respect. It didn’t matter if Spencer held your hand in his as the two of you walked down the street, or if he kissed you on the lips in the middle of a crowded restaurant. All the PDA in the world did nothing to assuage the lingering stares, and Spencer felt his sanity chip away with every passing day.

           In the beginning, keeping his relationship with you a secret from your colleagues seemed like a good enough idea. Both of you were in agreement that you didn’t want to your personal relationship to affect your professional one, so when the elevator doors opened up and the two of you stepped out into the bullpen, you both were on your best behavior. And it was okay at first – Spencer was able to put his romantic feelings aside and focus on his work, all while still being able to make eyes at you from across the room. It was the perfect arrangement.

           Until it wasn’t.

           Because it wasn’t enough that you were gorgeous – you were also the most selfless person that Spencer had ever met. Always eager to lend a hand to anyone in need – always seeing the best in everyone, regardless of if they deserve it or not. It was an admirable quality to have, and he loved you for it, but on days like today he wishes you were a little more perceptive.

           That, and he wishes you’d chosen to wear anything but the tight little skirt and low-cut top that you were currently sporting. Not that he didn’t love the way the fabric clung to your figure like it was tailor-made for you – because he did - it was just that every other male in the precinct seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. And that made Spencer’s blood boil.

           The tipping point comes when, just as Spencer is trying to hunt you down and propose a quick lunch break, he finds you engaging in conversation with the very same detective that had been spouting lewd comments about you all morning. You’re seated at the breakroom table, clutching a fresh cup of coffee in hand as you look up at the man, a polite smile upturning your lips as you listen to him drone on about how his amateur baseball team had won some stupid fucking tournament the previous weekend. He’s smiling down at you, endlessly smug and way too pleased with himself at having captured your attention.

           It makes Spencer sick.

           His reprieve comes when your eyes flit to the doorway and you flash him a breathtaking smile. It makes him warm from the inside out, and Spencer wants nothing more than to plant kiss after kiss on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t, so he settles on returning your smile.

           “There you are,” Spencer greets as he crosses the room before coming to a stop next to you. “I was thinking we could go grab lunch.”

           “Is it really lunch time already?” you murmur as you glance down at your watch. “I guess I let the day get away from me. Detective Yarborough was just telling me about the baseball game his team won this weekend.”

           “Oh, was he now,” Spencer feigns interest as he turns to face the man.

           “Yup,” you say, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable tension. “Didn’t you tell me you played in a baseball game once?”

           This piques the interest of Yarborough and he raises an eyebrow at Spencer.

           “You play?” he asks, tone laden with disbelief.

           “Not exactly.”

           The detective merely harrumphs in response, and an uncomfortable silence falls on the room.

           Your eyes dart between the two men and your brows furrow adorably as you try to make sense of the almost palpable animosity.

           “Okay… So, lunch. Did you have anything in mind, Spence?”

           “There’s a really good pizza joint two blocks from here,” Yarborough chimes in. “I could show you, if you like.”

           He acts as if the offer extends to you both, but the way he looks only at you when he says it tells Spencer otherwise.

           “The hospitality is appreciated, but that won’t be necessary,” Spencer breezes, clipped and to the point. He’s able to see in his peripheral vision the way your eyebrows raise in shock, but he’s too busy glaring at the detective to care.

           “Uh, yeah. Thanks anyways, Detective,” you mutter confusedly as you stand.

           “Anything for a pretty lady such as yourself,” he replies. “And you can call me Trevor.”

           Spencer’s hands are clenched into fists and he has to actually bite down on his tongue to keep from doing something he’d surely regret later. You bid Trevor ado with a smile and a parting wave, and then Spencer’s ushering you out of the room and down the hall, hand placed firmly on your back. He can’t do much in regards to initiating physical contact, but he allows himself this miniscule act of PDA. The feeling of your warmth radiating through your blouse is the only thing keeping him from giving into his primal instincts. Instincts that are screaming at him to put that smarmy bastard in his place.

--

           The hours after lunch pass by rather uneventfully. You accompany Tara when she goes to interview the victim’s family, and for the first-time all-day Spencer is able to repress his frustration long enough to focus on piecing together a geographical profile. By the time you and Tara return, the sun has long since disappeared from the sky and fatigue is rolling off everyone in waves. When Emily finally announces the end of the day, she’s met with absolutely no resistance.

           Spencer immediately scans the room for you, only to frown when he sees that you’re nowhere in sight. In fact, he hasn’t set eyes on you in well over an hour, too busy wrapping up the days’ work to notice your absence until now.

           “Has anyone seen Y/N?” Spencer calls out. His question is met by several shaking heads.

           “I think she’s busy,” JJ sing-songs, eyebrows waggling suggestively. Spencer’s frown only deepens.

           “Busy?”

           JJ nods.

           “Yarborough has been chomping at the bit to ask her to dinner. My guess is he’s got her cornered somewhere.”

           Of fucking course.

           Spencer’s out of his seat and stomping through the precinct in second, oblivious to the way his coworkers exchange curious glances as he storms off.

           He finds the two of you in much the same way as before, only this time Trevor is blocking your path to the doorway, hand in the air as he moves to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

           “– C’mon, babe. Say you’ll go to dinner with me,” Trevor croons in a way that’s supposed to come off as seductive. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

           You lean backwards in an attempt to evade his touch, and you barely get the chance to open your mouth when Spencer intervenes.

           “She’s not interested.”

           The detective whips around, snorting in annoyance when he sees Spencer standing in the doorway.

           “What are you, her fucking keeper?” Trevor sneers, before turning back to face you. “Who does this guy think he is?”

           Something in Spencer snaps, then – the same something that has been swelling inside him for months, threatening to spill over every time he had to pretend that the stares didn’t enrage him. He’s tired of pretending, tired of hiding, and so, so fucking tired of not putting assholes like Trevor Yarborough in their place.

           Fueled by months of suppressed anger, Spencer manages to cross the room in about two seconds. He has several inches on the detective, standing at an intimidating six-foot one inch in height, so when he comes to a stop right in front of the detective, he’s looming over him threateningly.

           “I’m her fucking boyfriend, and if you so much as try to touch her again, I’ll break your goddamn hand,” Spencer spits out, and he’d be lying if he said the way Trevor’s eyes widen in fear doesn’t thrill him. “Are we clear?”

           “Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude,” Trevor splutters, raising his hands in surrender. “Didn’t know she was taken. My bad.”

           Spencer tears his eyes away from the detective and takes in the way you’re watching on with an amused expression. He reaches out, and you’re quick to place your hand in his. Without speaking another word to the detective, Spencer leads you from the room and out the back entrance of the precinct.

           “What was that?” you tease, eyes glistening mischievously underneath the street lights. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t taking things public just yet?”

           Spencer crowds you against the brick wall of the building, pressing his body flush against yours. He ducks down swiftly, pulling you into a frenzied kiss. His lips drag against yours relentlessly, and all it takes is one breathy moan before he’s licking into your mouth possessively. Spencer slots his knee in between your legs, simultaneously groping at your chest with one hand as the other tangles in your hair.

           When Spencer pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck as you writhe against him, hands clinging tightly to his dress shirt. You whimper when his teeth nip at the tender spot right under your ear, and you can’t help the way your hips cant up when Spencer’s tongue brushes against reddened skin.

           “I’m tired of pretending,” Spencer murmurs as his mouth continues to move against you, sucking purple bruises against your flesh. “Don’t fucking care about how it will affect the job. Tomorrow, everyone’s gonna know that you’re mine. Gonna mark every inch of you tonight – gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.”

           “Please,” you slur as you guide Spencer’s hand down until his fingers graze the end of your skirt. Spencer chuckles darkly against your neck when his hand brushes against the soiled lace of your panties.

           “Didn’t mean I’d fuck you right here,” he laughs, prompting you to let out an impatient whine. The hand that was previously tangled in your hair slides down until it’s wrapped around your throat, and Spencer’s cock twitches eagerly in his pants when you push your throat harder into his palm. “Such a needy little slut for me. Ready and willing for me to fuck you out in the open, where anyone could walk by and see how fucking desperate you are for my cock.”

           “M’ your slut,” you pant as Spencer’s middle and index fingers ghost across your center. “Only yours, Spence. I don’t care who sees, just - please fuck me!”

           “I fucking own you,” Spencer growls against your lips as he tightens his hold on your throat. “And as much as I’d love to take you right against this wall, the things I have planned for you would elicit quite an audience. I know how loud you like to be.”

           Spencer pushes your panties to the side and you let out a low hiss as he drags a finger across where want him most. You cry out in frustration when he removes his hand to bring it up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean.

           “Just needed a little taste to tide me over,” Spencer murmurs, smirking devilishly at you as he steps back from you. “Let’s head back to the hotel. I’ve got lots I wanna do to you, pretty girl.”

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           As soon as the door to the hotel room clicks shut, clothes are flying off as the two of you make your way to the bed. It’s a mad dash as you both undress, and as soon as the last garment leaves your body, Spencer pounces on you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and the way you immediately go pliant as Spencer’s mouth works against yours makes him hum appreciatively.

           “Don’t feel like being nice tonight. Are you gonna let me use that pretty little pussy however I want?” Spencer inquires, though he already knows the answer. He’s known how tonight would pan out ever since the first roll of your hips against his back at the police station.

           You nod fervently, hopelessly, and Spencer moves his hand up to grip your chin in his hand. The pad of his thumb traces over the swollen skin of your kiss bruised lips.

           “What about this?” he asks, tapping lightly against your lip. “Are you gonna let me fuck this slutty little mouth of yours?” Spencer slips his thumb into your mouth and you immediately close your lips around the digit, suckling lightly. Your eyes never leave his.

           “You’d do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you, pet?” Spencer muses, pressing his thumb farther into your mouth until you gag around him. Spencer withdraws his thumb and his hand tugs hard on the hair at the back of your scalp. “Open.”

           You oblige immediately, and Spencer spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being instructed, and the visual of it makes Spencer let out a low groan.

           “Get on your knees,” Spencer barks out, and the way you scramble to follow his order makes him let out a chuckle. “So eager to have my cock in your mouth,” he hums as he taps his dick teasingly against your cheek. You open your mouth wide for him, and Spencer guides your mouth down onto his dick at a tantalizingly slow pace. You let out a moan as you hollow your cheeks around his head, tongue lapping greedily at the precum that gathered there before Spencer makes you take him deeper.

           “Everyone thinks you’re such an innocent little thing, but here you are, letting me use you like a cheap whore while you enjoy every minute of it,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as you moan wantonly around his cock. It isn’t until he’s halfway down your throat that your eyes begin to water, mascara running down your cheeks as he fucks into your mouth.

           Spencer lets out a choked sound when your nose brushes against the skin of his abdomen, and he has to fight the urge to throw his head back in pleasure. He doesn’t want to look away, not even for a moment. Not when you’re looking up at him like that, tears running down your face as you swallow around his length.

           He pulls you off him just the tiniest bit before he’s forcing you back down, a string of curses falling from his lips as your head bobs up and down.

           “You take my cock so well, pretty girl,” Spencer praises, prompting you to let out a muffled moan around him. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through him and he can help the way his hips stutter. “Fuck, baby. You like it when I tell you what a perfect little whore you are, don’t you?”

           You’re unable to answer, because Spencer presses down on the back of your head until you’ve taken all of him again. The pressure he puts on you doesn’t relent, not even when you gag around him.

           “Fucking choke on it, slut,” Spencer grunts. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. You were just begging me to fuck you in an alley not twenty minutes ago, like some pathetic fucking tramp. You wanna act like a tramp, I’m gonna treat you like one.”

           Spencer’s lips curl into a debauched grin when your hands come up and grip the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer and further down your throat.

           “That’s what I fucking thought,” Spencer moans, giving several more harsh thrusts before pulling you off of him completely. Spencer reaches down to wipe at the spit that coats your lips as you look up at him with a shy smile.

           “You okay, pretty girl?” Spencer asks as he caresses the side of your face.

           “Mm,” you hum, nuzzling your face against his palm. “Keep going, please. Don’t hold back.”

           “God, I fucking love you,” Spencer sighs happily. “Get on the bed.”

           By the time Spencer fishes a tie out of his suitcase, you’re sprawled out across the bed, head resting against the pillows with your legs spread wide. Your teeth are nestled against your bottom lip as you watch him stalk towards you, eyes running up and down his naked figure appreciatively.

           Spencer crawls onto the bed until he’s settled in between your legs. You present your wrists to him, just like you’ve done a million times before, and Spencer feels that familiar thrum of excitement rush through his body. He fucking lives for moments like these – moments where all his problems melt away to nothing. Moments where he has no other thought than wrecking you, thoroughly and completely.

           Once your wrists are bound you hold them above you, and Spencer sits back on his heels, eyes raking up and down every inch of you.

           “M’ so fucking lucky to be the only one who gets to see you like this.”

           Spencer pinches your right nipple in between his fingers and you let out a squeak, hips bucking up, desperate for some friction. He kneads your breast in his hand as he lowers his mouth to the other one, tongue laving around you. A light nip from his teeth is all that it takes for you to cry out, eyelids fluttering closed.

           “Spence, please. Need you to touch me now, pl-”

           Spencer’s hand connecting with your cheek stops you from finishing your sentence.

           “Do not tell me what to do,” Spencer seethes, once again gripping your chin to keep you from looking away. “Ungrateful slut. I should just leave you here, fucking dripping and desperate for a release that you won’t get. Maybe then you’d learn to take what’s given to you.”

           “Please, no! I’ll be good, I swear. I’m sorry!”

           Spencer narrows his eyes at you, contemplative.

           “Open.”

           You do as he says, and without another word Spencer inserts two fingers into your mouth, pressing down hard on your tongue.

           “Get them nice and wet, and maybe I’ll think about using them on you.”

           You do as he tells you, and by the time Spencer removes his fingers from your mouth, you’re trembling underneath him from anticipation.

           “D-Did I do good?” you stutter out, batting your lashes at him as you squirm under his gaze.

           “So good, baby. I think you’ve earned my fingers,” Spencer hums. “Need you to be still, okay? You’re not gonna like what happens if you try to move.”

           You nod enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers brush across your clit. Spencer spends ample time rubbing deliciously slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, relishing in every gasp and whimper that falls from your lips. Lips that he’d very much like to kiss, so he does, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate. Spencer lets out a happy sigh into your mouth.

           You get lost in the kiss, so lost in the way that Spencer licks into your mouth that it catches you completely off guard when he slides two fingers into you.

           “Oh, God,” you moan when Spencer curls his fingers against your walls, fucking them in and out of you, slow and unrelenting.

           “S’that feel good, princess?” Spencer asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Tell me how it feels.”

           Your head falls back against the pillows as you struggle to keep your hips firmly placed on the mattress.

           “Feels amazing, Spence. Always feels so good with you. Never want anyone else, only you.”

           And fuck, if that sentiment doesn’t shoot straight to his heart - amongst other places. Spencer places a tender kiss to your cheek before he’s moving down to your neck and sucking a bruise right under your jaw.

           “Yeah?” Spencer prompts. “Not even that stupid fucking detective? I’m sure he’d love a chance to see you like this.”

           “So, you were jealous,” you chuckle between moans, and Spencer bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder.

           “F-Fuck, Spencer!”

           “Should I be jealous?” Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers, scissoring them at such an unforgiving pace that you can’t help but roll your hips against them.

           You regret this instantly, because Spencer’s fingers immediately pull out of you, leaving you empty and cold. Spencer tuts, shaking his head disappointedly.

           “Dumb little whore can’t even sit still long enough to cum on my fingers.”

           “Please, let me try again. I’ll do better, I promise!”

           Spencer shakes his head and scoots up until his back is rested against the pillows.

           “C’mere,” he commands. “Lay across my lap. Or can you not follow simple commands?”

           “I-I can,” you whisper as you crawl across him, splaying out so that you rest on your elbows with your ass in the air.

           Spencer grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it in his hands.

           “How many do you think you deserve?”

           You blush and smile shyly at him from over your shoulder.

           “However many you want to give me. I can take it.”

           Spencer returns your smile.

           “Good answer. I think you can handle fifteen. How does that sound?”

           “Sounds perfect. T-Thank you, Spencer,” you mumble, cheeks burning red. Spencer continues to caress the tender skin of your bare ass, admiring the way the skin is completely blank; the perfect canvas.

           You let out a whimper when his hand comes down hard on your ass before kneading the sensitive, reddening skin.

           “T-Thank you,” you gasp out, and Spencer is quick to follow up with another strike against the opposite cheek.

           It goes on like this until it’s time for the fifteenth strike, and by then you’ve devolved into garbled whines, ass bright red and marked up with the imprint of Spencer’s hands. His dick is painfully hard underneath you, and you’re in a similar state – arousal dripping onto Spencer’s thigh, coating it.

           “Last one, baby. Do you think you can handle it?”

          “Y-Yes,” you choke out. “Please, I need it. Hurt me, please.”

           The desperation in your voice does things to him, makes him practically feral with the need to fucking tear you apart, and Spencer is quick to deliver the final blow. You barely even have it in you to cry out anymore – a feeble sob is all that falls from your lips.

          Spencer’s hand ghosts down across your bruised skin until his fingertips trace over where you drip for him.

          “You like it when I punish you, don’t you, dirty girl?” Spencer hums as his fingers glide over your soaked folds. 

          “Y-Yes,” you mewl, shifting so that your cunt grinds back onto his hand. Spencer indulges you - allows you to rock your hips against his palm as he watches on in awe, soaking up every desperate sound that tumbles past your lips. 

          Spencer pulls his hand away after a moment and you keen in protest.

           “Can you sit up for me, sweet girl?” Spencer asks, and you nod, because of course you do – you’d do anything if you thought it’d please him. You struggle to pull yourself up with shaky limbs, and Spencer puts a hand on your lower back to steady you. “Can you straddle my leg? Yeah, just like that.” Spencer pulls you down and places a slow kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears gliding down your face. After a moment of slow, sweet kisses are shared, Spencer unties your wrists.

           “I want you to ride my thigh – can you do that, princess?”

           You whimper as you lower yourself down onto his leg, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rock against the hardened muscle of his leg.

           Spencer continues placing kisses on your lips, your face, your neck – worshipping every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, all while whispering praises against you.

           “So perfect for me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs as he grips your hips with steady hands, urging you to increase the speed of your hips. “Can’t wait to have that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock. Always so tight, yet you take it so well every time.”

           “S-Spence, m’ close,” you slur, hands clinging desperately to his shoulders.

           “Already? You usually last a bit longer than that, baby.”

           “P-Please, Spencer, I can’t-” you whimper, tears once again pricking at the corners of your eyes at the thought of having to wait a second longer.

           “Shh, baby. It’s okay, you can cum,” Spencer reassures you, and your shoulders visibly untense. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

           It takes two more rolls of your hips for you to cum on Spencer’s thigh with a cry of his name. Spencer rubs soothing circles into your hips as you ride out your high, murmuring broken thank yous as you come down.

           Finally, you still, and your eyes open, pupils so dilated that your eyes look almost black in the dim light of the hotel room.

          “You okay, princess?”

           You give a weak nod.

           “M’great,” you smile, sounding as fucked out as he’s ever heard you. You lean down and slot your mouth against his, and the kiss is slow and languid – soft and unhurried.

            Spencer is the first to pull away.

           “Need you to get on all fours for me,” he instructs. “Don’t think you need to put any pressure on that pretty little ass of yours right now.”

           You giggle at that, before crawling off of Spencer’s lap. You assume the position, and Spencer places a pillow underneath your hips before trailing a line of kisses down your spine. By the time he reaches your ass, you’re writing against him, wiggling your hips eagerly. Spencer places a kiss to both of your bruised cheeks before pulling away.

           You let out a startled oh! when Spencer licks up your center, parting you with his fingers before fucking in and out of you with his tongue.

           “S-Spence, oh my God, yes!” you cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he continues to work his mouth against your core.

           “Love your fucking pussy so much,” Spencer sighs against you, lapping at your clit hungrily. “Could fucking lick you out for hours. You taste so perfect, Y/N.”

            Spencer lets out a filthy groan against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, wrecked moans filling the otherwise silent hotel room. This orgasm hits you both quicker and harder than the first, and he can’t help but smile against you as you rock back against his face, desperate to prolong the sensation. Spencer continues to work you through your orgasm, stopping only when you cease to twitch underneath him.

           “Such a good girl for me. Think you can handle one more?”

            You raise up just enough that you can look at him from over your shoulder.

           “Yes, please,” you beg, voice scratchy and raw. “Please, fuck me.”

           “Yes, ma’am,” Spencer chuckles. “Do you think you can lay on your back? I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.”

           You answer by rolling over, wincing slightly when your ass comes in contact with the sheets. You look up at Spencer with wide, doe eyes. You have mascara smeared all down your cheeks and your lips are swollen, and to top it all off, deep, purple love bites are dusted across the entire expanse of your neck and chest. Spencer had set out to mark you as his – so that no one would be able to deny that you belonged to him – and he’d done a spectacular job, if he said so himself.

           “God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

           “Then come fuck me already,” you challenge, looking sated in every possible way – yet still, your eyes hold the same hunger that he’s sure is reflected in his own eyes.

           Spencer leans down and traps your lips in a bruising kiss, and without warning he thrusts in you to the hilt. You cry out into the kiss, startled by the sudden intrusion, but Spencer sets a brutal pace that leaves you no time to recover.

           “You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he growls against your lips. “Now fucking take it.”

           He’s fucking into you so hard that you can’t even manage a reply – you just tighten your legs around his waist and drag your nails across the expanse of his back, no doubt leaving bright red marks in your wake. Spencer can feel his own release fast approaching – honestly, he’s been close ever since the first drag of his tongue against your pussy. And now that he’s finally enveloped into your tight, wet heat, that all too familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach is threatening to consume him.

           Spencer’s hand descends from its place next to your head down to your clit, and your whole body jolts with the first swipe of his thumb. You clench around him as a litany of particularly filthy utterances escapes you, and Spencer’s hips stutter.

           “Fuck, princess,” he groans, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he struggles to regain his rhythm. “You don’t even know what you do to me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Never fucking want to lose you. Love you so much.”

           “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chant into his ear, sounding like some kind of siren, luring him straight to his inevitable ruination. “I’m so close, Spence. Cum with me, please? I want to feel you. Please, baby.”

           “Y-Yeah, fuck,” Spencer chokes out. “Say my name when you cum, princess. Want everyone to know how good I fuck you.”

           And when you cum with a shout of his name, walls pulsating deliciously around his cock, Spencer is quick to join you. He continues to roll his hips against yours as you both ride it out, whispers of almost intelligible affirmations being shared between slow, loving kisses.

           After a moment of post-orgasm bliss, Spencer leaves and returns with a bottle of cocoa butter lotion and a warm, wet rag. You watch on with heavy lidded eyes as he cleans you up, and for a moment, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not until he finishes slathering your reddened backside with lotion that you speak again.

           “You shouldn’t be jealous, by the way,” you murmur as he lays down beside you. “You’re it for me, Spencer Reid. I don’t ever want you to doubt that I’m anything less than crazy about you.”

           It’s everything that Spencer’s ever wanted to hear, and just like that, every fear – every insecurity that had plagued him in the past several months – fell away to nothing. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been worried in the first place.

           “You’re it for me, too,” Spencer whispers as he pulls you until his arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

           “We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, you know,” you remark as you nuzzle into Spencer’s side.

           “Don’t care,” he sighs happily. “I’ll shout it from the roof tops if I have to. I want everyone to know you’re my girl.”

           “You’re a sap, Doctor Reid.”

           “Only for you.”

           A moment of blissful silence passes, before the sound of your growling stomach sets you both into a fit of giggles.

           “We never did get dinner, did we?” Spencer muses as he lightly runs his fingernails across your scalp. You hum appreciatively and a pleased shiver rolls through you.

           “Nope. You were a little too preoccupied with marking your territory to even offer to feed me,” you tease as you run your fingertips down the planes of his chest.

           “Well, now that that’s been taken care of - could I interest you in some takeout?”

          “Possibly,” you sigh, flattening your palm on his chest, right over his heart. “Do you think that pizza place Trevor mentioned delivers?”

          “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

          “Is that a no?”

          “... Look up the number.”

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Hi I was thinking about a request for a leto fic! He had to marry to a widow just for political matters but she’s older than him. She has a daughter, a young lady, and leto eventually falls in love with her. They’d begin to have steamy hooks up in secret and stuff like that. Im asking u cause i cant imagine someone else doing it, you’re so talented! have a good day😊

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The Guilt

Duke Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Content : age gap, unplanned pregnancy, love confession, hurt/comfort.

Words : ~2800

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Mistakes were made, and it is too late to cancel them. That sour statement echoes in your mind as you watch your own reflection in the mirror of your chamber as you stand there in your white nightgown. The bump becomes more and more obvious as time goes by and you won't be able to hide deeper in your secrets and fear for long. At first you thought naively that this pregnancy wouldn't happen, no matter how many times you had unprotected sex with Leto. After all you heard so many couples complaining about their difficulties to have children during years despite actively trying. And... well you never got taught much about those things so...

"Have you talked to anyone else about this my Lady ?" Your maidservant asks uneasily as she keeps her gaze on your belly.

The young woman has asked you the same question every morning for a month. And she gets the same answer as well.

"No. And you won't either." You snarl as you now turn to the pile of new clothes on the chair. "Those are the dresses you found ?"

"Yes my Lady. Bigger sizes. And some other even larger. Just in case. And shawls."

Emily is the only one knowing about your condition due to your morning sickness a while ago. Then she noticed your belly starting to swell and had to admit the obvious predicament. She is a good maid. Sometimes you regret the pressure you put on her shoulders to keep all of this for herself. But after all it is the only way for you to preserve the House integrity.

"My Lady, your mother heard about your sudden interest in renewing your wardrobe this morning. She... She was enthusiastic. She said it was... good to see you taking care of yourself again after what happened on your former planet."

That pinches your heart and you remain silent as you let the silk of various colors caressing your fingers. Your poor mother, still mourning your father and wearing those black clothes all day. And now, now this ? How have you been able to create such a mess ? Leto is guilty for having betrayed his wife in such a cruel way too but you are a grown up and could have said no. Yet you joined him several times, sometimes by surprise in his chambers.

"If she's happy then I'm happy." You mumble heartlessly as your heart starts pounding harder than before.

"My Lady..." She presses.

"SHUT UP EMILY, SHUT UP !"

The woman steps back and keeps a submissive posture as you throw the chair full of clothes to the ground, your hands rubbing your wet cheeks as panic starts flooding in your veins. Why have you done all of that ? Why have you fallen for that man, why had you seduced him ? Sure he married your mother for political reasons and there is no lobe between them but... it was the most horrible thing to do.

You recognize the firm knocks on the door behind you and a sense of acceptance calms you down abnormally due to its sudden nature. You haven't talked to Leto in more than a month, avoiding him at all costs, ignoring his pupils set on you during diner or official events. His presence crushing everything else around him yet sparing you when he understood you wanted to keep some boundaries despite that month of nonsensical passion.

"Is everything alright in there my Lady ?" The Duke asks as he enters without any more sign of patience.

Your back is turned to him but you know him. His eyes analyze what he is seeing. Certainly the afraid maidservant, the chair and clothes all over the floor, and your form shaking under your tears.

"You. Go to the dining room." He orders Emily.

"Yes my Lord." She croaks before almost running out of there.

And it happens again. You are alone with him for the first time in an eternity. This time, no sexual tension in the air. Just you sobbing and him silent behind you, as always not pressuring you to come back to him.

"Did she disrespect you ?" He asks.

You couldn't even respect yourself, as if you needed her for that. You shake your head in a weak "no" as he paces closer than you slowly, like knowing that you could flee at any moment.

"Is there anything wrong ?" He insists as he stays right behind you.

"Yes. There is something wrong." You admit.

"What is it my dragonfly ?"

That nickname... he gave it to you due to your House coat of arms before it got lost in History after your father got murdered. No valid heir, your mother unable to give a child to anyone and refusing to even try with Leto. And... there was you. The little and naive dragonfly that can't do anything right. That House had been a disgrace from the start and became an insufferable thorn in the Duke of Caladan's foot. You thought Leto would stop using this endearment due to your decision to keep your distance but... you guess it's going to remain there. For how long though ? Maybe it's the last time you hear this word pronounced so sweetly.

"I... I have a confession." You stutter in the middle of your panicked inhales and exhales.

Your heart is back at hammering, your breath is whistling, your body sweating profusely. There is no illusion of peace of mind anymore. Your mind is buzzing so much that you barely register the way he puts the chair back on its feet, or the way he stops you right before he could sit you down.

Leto is never scared. Except this time maybe. There is something plaguing his tone as he says your first name out loud, facing you.

"Your belly..?"

Just a nod, then you look up at him in defiance. Is he going to ban you ? To tell you to get rid off that problem ? About to shame you ?

He doesn't look at your face, staring at the slight bump under your nightgown. His features betray this inner conflict in him before melting in something closer to sadness as he walks away slowly.

"I knew that could be the reason of your behavior."

"Yet you haven't tried to talk about it ?" You ask harshly.

"You did your best to hide it. You almost convinced me." He replies on the same tone with his intense glare giving away a silent warning. "You didn't try to talk neither from what I know."

What were you expecting ? Hiding a pregnancy from your official stepfather from a highly influent House of the galaxy couldn't end up with him in tears of joy. You wonder whether Leto could even feel such intense happiness. He is immensely focused on his duty and it could be difficult to spend time with him even as the daughter of his wife.

"I'm sorry Leto." Your voice cracks as your turn around. "I'm sorry for hiding it I... I didn't know what to do and apparently many embryos stop growing in the first months so I thought it would be over without anyone knowing and it would be a bad memory and you wouldn't suffer from it I don't know how all of this works I'm so sorry..."

"I am the father." He mumbles as he starts shaking with controlled rage. "I am the father and you hide it while this birth could affect the whole galaxy. A baby could lead to many changes beyond our comprehension."

"I don't know how that works." You snarl as you stomp until stopping right in front of him, his hostile gaze softening. "I don't know how anything of that works, I just know I got stupid enough to try to seduce you, to get fucked..."

"Don't use that word please..."

"... and to get impregnated because no one has ever told me about what pregnancy is, how it feels, what needs to be done. I stayed alone whenever I felt sick. It's the only thing I could do."

"Was everything alright ?" He asks brutally. "Nothing serious ?"

"I guess it was normal."

"I'm sorry, I'm guilty as well." He admits with a quick glance to the door. "Who knows about it ?"

"Emily."

It's already too much for him as he pinches the bridge of his nose, a "shit" whispered quickly. Now he looks more tired than annoyed. Older as well as his features carve his face more than before. Then just like that, his confidence shows up again, his gaze set on you.

"Then we have to make it official. In any case rumors are going to start spreading sooner and later. It would be a miracle if your maid still hasn't opened her mouth about it. She doesn't sound loyal once under stress. Avoid upsetting her as well."

"I'm sorry for the way I reacted with her I... I'm so lost." You mumble.

"I guess even doctors don't know about it ?"

"They don't."

"Have you felt anything strange with the baby ?"

"I don't even know if I'm supposed to feel anything." You whisper on the verge of tears.

You want advices now that your secret got discovered but the attention he sets on the mere facts makes you feel uneasy. It's like he asks what he should, like it isn't real to him yet.

"You certainly know about it." He starts with a slight tilt of his head. "Your mother and I are not made to be together. It doesn't work. I have tried to make things easier, to make her feel like at home since the beginning but your father's memory is still too fresh in her mind. After thirty years I can only understand. Everyone knows this is not how this House is going to get an official heir."

"You can't take your stepdaughter as an official mistress that would be so bad for your image, I wouldn't blame others for talking poorly about us." You say as you rub your face.

"In any case your mother is going to get upset to no end at me. I doubt she would be that much at you, but still." He admits with an obvious guilt. "You have to prepare yourself mentally for this. I know you love each other. The best option for everyone, I think, would be that we... cancel this marriage. Then that I either marry you or take you as an official concubine."

"I-I'm not ready for such responsibilities." You stutter in fear as all the Atreides etiquette in dozens of different situations flashes before your eyes. "I'm... I'm not as educated as my mother and our House got reduced to ashes, you should marry some influent woman and get all the heirs you need..."

Your mouth dries immediately after noticing his hurt gaze. Did you just reject him ?

"Leto that's not what I meant." You say in a high-pitched voice as you take his hand in yours. "I'm afraid of everything. I didn't want to become such a burden by acting so stupidly I should have known better."

"I could have warned you, use protection or anything. I'm the one that fully knew what could happen. I don't want to take you as some kind of hostage."

You missed this calloused hand caressing your cheek so much. But you don't want it to be a goodbye.

"If you want to," he says with a slow voice to assert his words, "you can flee. If you don't want to see me again I can pay for everything. You wouldn't have to worry about housing, food, water or for your safety. I can buy a property on some other planet or elsewhere on Caladan so you can have our child without fearing the court."

For some reason that sounds ridiculous. You feel at home already with him. Well, in privacy. You certainly aren't quite sure about your public life.

"I... I want to follow your first solution Leto. I'm going to follow the rules there is no other way. But... what worries me is Mother. How... How ? Just how can I make it easier for her ? She lost Father, she got lost between her own mourning and mine and her new marriage... I don't want to make her suffer more than that."

"I can talk to her myself if you want to. At least to launch the subject. And even if I do this, I am going to need you by my side."

He loves his hand with yours, his eyes now looking for something down. Instinctively you rest your other palm on your belly, feeling the flesh pushing against the fabrics even more.

"May I ?" He asks in a whisper.

With a simple nod, you let him have access to this area. First he touches swelling with the tip of his fingers. Then his palm. It's delicate, full of care.

"I'm sorry for taking your innocence away." He says sadly. "You are a grown up that could have found a husband in a much more respectable way. I could have helped you for this. This is how I should have protected you. Offering the protection of this House to give you the best opportunities and letting you follow your own way."

"I wasn't than innocent by trying to seduce you." You chuckle nervously as you remember how insisting you must have looked sometimes.

"You were still a virgin." He snorts. "That's not a small detail."

"I saw your hesitation so many times before you actually accepted my... offers. You made me understand it was a bad choice."

"I could have resisted."

"Please make me your official partner, the precise title is not important right now my Lord. Before that we have to talk to Mother."

Leto has been subjugated to a deep loneliness for years. Once you noticed it even after his marriage as your mother clearly didn't want to have anything to do with him, you started to fall hard. For once you had a clear objective : seduce this lonely soul that felt so protective. You never considered it as a father or anything similar. You don't share the same blood, and you haven't grown around him. Maybe you felt like a lonely soul wandering everywhere in the castle as well, with no actual purpose. You don't know. But now you have to accept the consequences. And those won't be merciful.

"Do you accept it ?" He asks.

"I do." You nod with a shaky exhale. "We have no choice."

"You're braver than what you thought."

It's not a joke to lighten your mood up, it sounds like a proud statement. With him, you made the right choice, hoping for redemption and that the naivety of love can protect you.

"Thank you Leto." You mumble against his chest as you embrace him gently not to press your belly too hard. "Thank you for your support. I thought you would get rid off me in one way or another."

"I wouldn't." He promised as he closes his arms around you. "I knew that could happen anytime. I already had some suspicions when you started to take your distance. But you hid your sickness pretty well. I'm sorry for not looking after you better than that. It felt like I used you and I hated myself for that."

"I love you."

Leto flinches at your words. It's easy for you to guess the way he looks down at this slight step back.

"I beg your pardon ? After what I've done ?"

As you don't cross his gaze, you press harder against him, your cheek resting against his chest.

"I love you." You say simply. "Maybe you don't trust me, maybe you see me as an opportunist drowned in the consequences of her actions, but I do love you. I wouldn't have done what I've done without any valid reason."

He doesn't try to escape you so you think it's a good sign coming from him. It gets even better as you feel this gentle kiss on the top of your head. And finally, you cross his gaze full of interrogation.

"I did think you were there for... I don't know... glory... wealth. At the beginning. Then I lowered my guard and didn't know if that was a good idea."

"I know what this might look like from the outside. But be sure this has nothing to do with your fears."

"Then may I confess this love I share with you ?"

"You may, even though I doubt I can order anything to you my Lord." You chuckle.

Is there anything sweeter than this kiss in the middle of the storm ? You doubt it. As brief as it is, you enjoy every second of it before exchanging this determined yet scared gaze.

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[v3nusxsky]

im godly obsessed with sub!emily. please write smth filthy with sub!emily 🙏🙏

Miss chief of whores 18+

*Authors note~ submissive Emily here we go, I've never written from this point of veiw

Trigger warnings~ sub Emily, dom r daddy kink degrading praise throat fucking tears (good kind) semi public sex punishment toys orgasm denial

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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To say that your temper was flaring with Emily's lack of respect for your agreed upon rules would be a complete and utter understatement. The whole team were stranded in Vegas for one night due to the jet being on loan to another team. Reid scampered off to see his mother while the rest of the team hit the clubs. Derek immediately found himself a pretty lady to spend the with while you ladies and Hotch decided to have a few drinks. Emily was really pushing the boundaries as she "innocently" flirted with the bar tender to get an extra round of free drinks. Clearly she needed reminding who she belonged too and you were more than willing to provide it.

As soon as your girlfriend came back to the table you immediately decided to set your plan into motion. Your fingers trailing up and down her thigh which was hardly covered by the little black dress she had adorned. You made sure to bring your lips to the shell of her ear, "who do you belong too pretty girl" you purred teasingly. The little whine that Emily offered went straight to your core. With a quick scan of the room you knew you were safe, "I said who do you fucking belong to slut" you growled letting go when she whimpered a very quiet, "daddy."

You knew one of Emily's kinks involved sexual acts in public so you didn't waste the opportunity to trail your fingers from her toned thighs to her now soaked underwear, just teasing her clit with some friction but not enough to be overly pleasurable. "Keep your mouth shut slut, got it? One sound out of you and I stop. Let everyone here know what a slut you out. The big chief of the BAU, nothing but a common whore for her agent"

Emily took a little bit of your torture before a whimper left her hardly parted lips, causing JJ to focus her attention on her friend. "Em? You okay?" She murmured looking between the pair of you. "Go on baby, tell Jay how much you love her watching you get fucked right here" you purred purposely slipping a finger past her panties and into her slick heat. You watched JJs eyes darken as she realised what was happening, "we should probably go to the hotel room right?" You murmured lovingly kissing her cheek which caused the raven haired woman to leave with you, stumbling with ever few steps she took.

That was how Emily found herself naked and spread out on the hotel bed, you'd carefully and expertly tied her limbs to the bed in the most prettiest red rope you owned. A vibrator stuffed into her aching cunt, securely fastened with this beautiful lavender rope, one of your favourites actually. You quickly set the pattern to edge and edge only, before running yourself a steamy hot bath to soak in.  You didn't care for how long you'd be in the bath. Hearing the whines and mewls of your lover only aiding your enjoyment of the situation. Normally, your girlfriend had no issue continuing a decent volume but right now she was a hot mess.

You weren't surprised to hear JJ enter the room, after all Emily was pathetically whimpering for you to let her cum. The volume is what alerted JJ to come and check on you. Quickly drying off and adorning your favourite strap, the one that caused her cunt to tightly suffocate daddy's dick, "ah JJ nice of you to finally take the hint and join us, you purred stalking over to the blonde. "I uh I'm not" she stumbled as the toys still worked Emily up to the edge once more as she attempted to squirm away from her. 

A loud moan of pleasure tore through Emily and you smirked at how JJ couldn't move her eyes from the pretty pussy that was currently leaking onto the sheets. "Such a whore, JJ is here and you can't help but put on a show, I'm in a good mind to offer JJ to use you like a slut" you pondered watching how both women seemed rather interested in the prospect of that. "Jay, did you need something?" You murmured watching the blonde flush bright red, "uh um no I heard sounds and I thought you were in trouble so o came to check" "Well as you can see I had a bath and this one here was whoring herself out like a good girl, now would you like to join us or shall we arrange another time?"  The blonde woman nodded to the latter and you knew she would be back, seeing her friend in such a way had a clear affect on her.

As soon as JJ left you untied the vibrator and revealed in her sigh of relief, "poor baby, did you think daddy was done?" You teased while lubing up the faux dick just a little. "I'm gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours" you purred untying her enough to adjust the position making her more comfortable. You quickly slotted underneath her body and urged her head to your dick, "suck sweetheart" you murmured griping at her raven hair.

You couldn't deny how hot she looked on her hands and knees, head bobbing up and down the shaft as drool and spit started to escape her mouth and mascara ran down her cheeks due to her pretty tears. "Oh fuck baby, you look so good choking on my dick, those pretty tears. Is daddy to big hm? Can't you take it? Want to fuck that pretty fuck hole now" you purred urging her head off the strap, a whine of protest left your lover, "such a fucking whore, I know you love daddy's dick making those pretty tears fall but I want to fuck that pretty cunt till your begging me to stop."

You happily shifted to kneel behind her, lining the silicone head up with her folds and drenching it in her wetness. "Oh fuck sweetheart! So fucking wet for daddy. Such a good girl" you moaned happily before gripping her hips and roughly thrusting into her fluttering hole. "Oh daddy daddy fuck me god please fuck yes need you" she mewled instantly pushing her hips backwards in an attempt to make the tip reach further in her core. A harsh smack to the globe of her ass was enough to still her futile attempts. "fucking whore, can't fucking wait imma fuck you like a bitch in heat then, dirty dirty girl always wanting more" you panted before speeding up your thrusts bottoming her out every time.

"Daddy! Fuck please need to fuck god more" she whimpered as you watched her greedy hold drag your cock back in. "Cum whore" was all you offered before reaching down to play with her clit. As she was thrown over the edge you instantly followed. Your thrusts slowed just the right amount as you watched your lover quiver underneath you. "So good baby, such a good girl, I'm gonna take it out now okay? Then we can get you in the bath hmm?"

You did just that. Ran a bath for her, nice and warm like she liked before setting the bedroom up with drinks and snacks for her,  then going to help her out of the bath due to unstable legs and carried her bridal style to the bed. "Drink and eat baby" you murmured kissing her cheek and watching to ensure she did. Only then did you both settle into bed and she snuggled on your chest. "Daddy?" She murmured almost so quite you nearly missed it. "Yes my love?" She seemed to be shy and you had a feeling you knew the next question. "Would you really let Jay play?" She mumbled shyly. "Would you like that sweetheart?" To which she nodded happily. "Good because me and JJ have spoken about it. She would like some experience in our lifestyle and I think you're the perfect girl to show her what a good submissive is. So soon baby okay? Now get some rest." Was all you offered stroking her bare back and encouraging sleep to take over.

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[elliotts-pocket-crab]

I couldn’t help but notice you mention you do nsfw😈 Could you do the marriage candidates and their positions (top,bottom,switch) and maybe their kinks and/or a couple headcannons about what they’re like in bed? 👉👈 Sorry if that’s a lot to ask

OH HELL YEAH LETS GOOO (and no i was waiting for this ask!!)

Da ladies:

Abigail- top leaning switch (she loves to top and her ego is too big to ask to bottom so she'll only bottom if you make her) she enjoys riding cowgirl with the AMABS and tribing with AFABS the most <3 she definitely dirty talks and is pretty assertive! She likes slow kisses with eye contact ;) definitely into bdsm

Emily- I wouldn't say "top" but maybe "giver" for emily! She loooves to please <3 her favorite thing ever is to give erotic massages, like she's super into it. She also maaaybe likes to be edged a bit ;)

Haley- proudly certified bottom lmao, she always wants u to make the first move, but its always obvious when she's in the mood because she's always like "so.. what do you wanna do?" (See her 10 heart event for an example of that) she lowkey has a kink for public play too. Whisk her away behind a building and get to work'

Leah- she seems like a top to everyone else, but secretly she's a bottom. A power bottom, but a bottom. She's super vocal about what she wants you to do and she will tell you if you're doing it wrong. Dont get discouraged if she tells you, she just likes to be a little bossy <3

Haru- the bottomest bottom to ever bottom in the history of bottoms. She gets pretty flustered every single time too. No matter how long its been, she still gets flustered. Dont be fooled by her cuteness though, if she took the bdsm test (you know the one) her highest percentage would be experimentalist (obviously she doesn't just experiment in her lab, but in the bedroom too)

Penny- do i even need to say it? BOTTOM. She's not exactly a freak on a leash, but she does love some good shower/bath sex (see that heart even in the spa as an example)

Now da guys:

Shane- as much as he wants to say "dont you DARE tell anyone i bottom most of the time", he wont because he LOVES it. Something that gets him going is angry fucking. Like you're in a heated argument about something, its a screaming match and BOOM you grab him by the collar, yank him close and show em who's boss. He'll absolutely be your bottom if you're rough enough. The rougher the better and if you cant do that, he's the top. He wants all the love bites, hate bites, hickeys, whatever u call em. Probably the kinkiest in town tbh, he'll probably try ANYTHING if you can make it hot enough.

Elliot- switch, soft dom, soft bottom, he's just a soft but passionate guy. He loves to give head and satisfy as best as he can. If you have a praise kink, he might be the one for you, because he'll encourage you the whole time whether you're giving or receiving. He's also super vocal with moaning ;) he likes to listen to music while fucking and i think his favorite song to play would be smooth operator by sade

Sebastian- B O T T O M for sureee. He's too shy to initiate sex, he already has to work up the courage to ask for a kiss when he wants it. He's pretty subtle at hiding when he's horny unless you're openly trying to make him horny. He might squirm a little and zone out some, that's how you know he's in the mood, but only if you're paying attention. If you openly get touchy with him, he'll be a tomato in an instant. His usually strong, clear voice will be soft and a little cracky. He's very vocal and he loves praise. He moans, he whimpers. He'll do practically anything you want him to when he's close. Yes he will put on the skirt and cat ears for you. He'll wear the maid outfit if its what you like. As long as you promise not to tell anyone.

Alex- he's a switch. He likes to go with the flow, he's spontaneous, might surprise you when you least expect it or bring it about casually. He likes to have conversation the whole time. He'll make you laugh before he makes you cum. Not a very kinky guy, but he learns quickly about what makes your body feel good. He really likes getting head loll

Sam- bottom, is it surprising? No really, is it? I can't tell. He's a cuddler during sex, before and after and has a thing for anal? Anybody can tell after he gets some because he's 10x bubblier and more energetic. He's a pretty gentle guy and prefers someone who'll be gentle with him too

Harvey- obviously a bottom, but this is where it gets interesting though, cus his type is (sorry i was gonna keep these gender neutral but i just GOTTA SPECIFY HERE) very loud, very aggressive women who know they're the boss. He's a proud bottom everywhere he goes, he goes "yes boss" as a joke when she bosses him around in public but its not a joke in the bedroom. He loves being thrown around like a ragdoll and wouldn't know how to top if he tried, but if you asked he'd do his best