#dan asks

If you don’t like the idea it’s obviously okay, I’m new to requesting things but I thought I would ask!

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The act of writing distracts me from the real world so thanks it's great timing actually ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠☯⁠෴⁠☯⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Title: Kryptonite

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The BAU was buzzing with activity when you arrived, your entrance as much a statement as your style. Heads turned as you made your way into the bullpen, your red heels clicking against the polished floor. Your fitted dress—a soft blush pink with a plunging neckline—hugged your curves just right, and your gold earrings swayed with every step.

Emily Prentiss leaned over her desk, smirking as she nudged Derek Morgan. "Here comes Spencer's kryptonite."

Derek grinned, folding his arms. "Poor kid’s gonna faint before he gets a word out today."

You breezed past their desks, offering them a warm smile. "Morning, Emily. Derek."

"Morning, gorgeous," Derek said, flashing you his signature charm.

"Nice dress, Y/N," Emily added, her tone teasing. "You know, this is a federal building, not Paris Fashion Week, right?"

You laughed, stopping briefly at her desk. "What can I say? I like to keep things interesting."

"Oh, you’re doing that," Derek quipped.

Across the bullpen, Spencer Reid sat stiffly at his desk, pretending to read the file in front of him. In reality, he was hyper-aware of your every move. His fingers toyed with the edge of his notebook, and his heart pounded as he tried to calm his nerves.

When you finally approached his desk, he felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

"Good morning, Dr. Reid," you said, placing a file on his desk. Your perfume was light but intoxicating, and the way you leaned slightly toward him made his palms sweat.

"H-Hi, Y/N," he stammered, eyes darting between your face and the file.

"Busy day?" you asked, your tone light and playful.

"Uh, yeah. Lots of, um, cases. Profiles. Stuff," he mumbled, cursing himself internally for being so awkward.

From across the room, JJ leaned against Hotch’s desk, watching the interaction unfold with an amused smile. "Do you think Spencer will ever actually talk to her without tripping over his words?" she whispered.

Hotch glanced over, his expression as neutral as ever. "Doubtful."

You tilted your head, studying Spencer with a small smile. "You seem nervous, Spence. Everything okay?"

"Nervous? No! Why would I be nervous? I’m not nervous," he blurted, his voice cracking slightly.

Emily couldn’t help herself. "Reid, if you get any redder, you’re going to set off the fire alarms."

"Emily!" Spencer groaned, burying his face in his hands.

You laughed, your hand lightly brushing his arm. "Don’t listen to her. I think it’s sweet."

Spencer peeked at you through his fingers, his blush deepening. "You do?"

"Of course," you said, your voice softening.

---

Later, in the conference room, the team gathered to discuss the case. You took a seat at the head of the table, confidently laying out your analysis of the unsub’s language patterns.

"The use of archaic phrasing and formal sentence structure suggests someone who’s either highly educated or attempting to appear that way," you explained, flipping through your notes. "Additionally, the recurring themes in their letters—justice, punishment, purification—indicate a fixation on moral absolutes. This unsub likely has a rigid worldview shaped by trauma or indoctrination."

The room was silent for a moment before Rossi spoke up. "Impressive work, Y/N. You should teach a class in profiling."

You smiled. "I’ll leave that to the experts. I just like piecing puzzles together."

Spencer, who had been quietly marveling at your intelligence, finally found his voice. "Y-You’re really good at it," he said, his tone sincere.

"Thanks, Spence," you said, giving him a warm smile that made his heart race.

After the meeting, Emily and Derek cornered him in the hallway.

"So, Genius," Derek said, slapping Spencer on the back. "When are you gonna ask her out?"

"I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," Spencer stammered, avoiding their knowing looks.

"Oh, please," Emily said, rolling her eyes. "You’ve been in love with her since the day she walked in here."

Spencer groaned. "Can we not do this right now?"

---

At the end of the day, as you packed up your things, Spencer nervously approached your desk.

"Y/N," he started, his voice shaky.

You looked up, your expression softening. "Yes, Spence?"

"I was wondering if… maybe you’d like to go out for coffee sometime? Or tea. Or, um, whatever you like to drink," he rushed out.

You blinked, momentarily stunned by his courage. Then, a slow smile spread across your face. "I’d love to."

"R-Really?" he asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Really," you said, stepping closer. "Pick me up at seven. And don’t be late, Doctor."

As you walked away, Emily and Derek appeared from around the corner, both grinning like kids on Christmas morning.

"Finally!" Emily whispered.

Derek chuckled. "Took him long enough."

Spencer, still frozen in place, couldn’t stop the goofy smile that spread across his face.

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hELLO how are ya

i did this once here but my opinions have changed and also i’ll include non-canon ships this time and also i really like ranking stuff.

serena:

nate. they <3

vanessa. i smile literally every time i think about them. they had so much potential.

blair. i have very complicated feelings about them and i don’t think had were a particularly healthy relationship but i find their relationship very interesting and i think they loved each other more than anything and i think that through it all they were soulmates.

carter. forever obsessed with the ‘who is he not to want you scene.’ i think they were very similar people and they’d have so much fun together but also understand each other.

nate&carter. talked about them here. (ok and this ends all the ships i like. six and onwards are her the rest of her canon relationships and i dislike them all to varying extents.)

dan. i have an anti der/ena tag.

that guy from s6. it was literally so weird. he was so old and he slept with her mother???

tripp. he was literally just a dick. who leaves somebody unconscious in a car after getting into a crash???

ben. i. despise. him. i literally hate him so much. so so so so so so much.

ok in terms of canon relationships this is all i remember. i think there were definitely some i’m blanking on. also there is a big drop form 5 to 6. i love my entire top five so much and dislike the rest so much.

nate:

serena <3

serena&carter. talked about them here.

dan. i don’t really have strong feeling about them but i was writing about nate the other day and about how he didn’t take action particularly often but there was one person who he always took action for or rather who convinced him to take action and change his own life. dan. like leaving the dartmouth rep, getting into the bus with dan instead of the limo with chuck. also i liked their scenes in s1 a lot.

vanessa. i will forever love that scene in s3 where nate’s doing something not great with regards to tripp and politics and then vanessa is like this isn’t the person i used to know. the person i fell in love with. and that’s what inspires nate to do the right thing. i think they were cute. but like with natedan, i’m not super invested.

blair. i don’t ship them at all. their relationship was them trying to conform to other people’s expectations and about their internalise feelings of inadequacy. i think their breakup was so necessary for both of them to grow and it showed that they were working on letting go of these people they were trying to be and instead deciding to live for themselves. but i do think their relationship is super interesting. like one of my favourites to talk about. and because it took place mostly in s1 and s2 i think it was well written.

carter. nate had a huge crush on carter in s1.

raina. they had some very genuine moments.

lola. all i remember about them was that they spent a lot of time talking about serena. last nate dynamic that i don’t dislike.

ivy. idk?? i always forget they have a thing and i don’t remember it at all.

jenny. no. just no. he treated her like a sister. they were so badly written in s3. just no.

chuck. there was a huge power imbalance in their relationship.

diana. so so bad. she was so much older than her. it was not good.

bree. i don’t remember anything except that i disliked her and she was much older than him.

catherine. no no no no no. he was a child! she was an adult. it was so bad. she manipulated him. also she was sleeping with her stepson.

sage. i’m going to quote my last ranking post because i agree with myself. ‘literally just what the actual fuck she was a HIGH SCHOOLER’.

blair:

dan. they <3

vanessa. talked about them here <3

serena. i have very complicated feelings about them and i don’t think had were a particularly healthy relationship but i find their relationship very interesting and i think they loved each other more than anything and i think that through it all they were soulmates. also i have so many thoughts about blair’s feelings for serena pre-series and in s1.

nate. blair. i don’t ship them at all. their relationship was them trying to conform to other people’s expectations and about their internalise feelings of inadequacy. i think their breakup was so necessary for both of them to grow and it showed that they were working on letting go of these people they were trying to be and instead deciding to live for themselves. but i do think their relationship is super interesting. like one of my favourites to talk about. and because it took place mostly in s1 and s2 i think it was well written.

carter. i wish they had interacted more. this is the last blair dynamic that i actually like.

jenny. idk i think they could have had potential but blair was so so so terrible to jenny so in canon definitely not.

louis. i think the blairlouis plot line was pointless but they weren’t completely terrible until their wedding.

marcus. ew.

chuck. i have an anti ch/air tag.

dan:

blair <3

nate. i don’t really have strong feeling about them but i was writing about nate the other day and about how he didn’t take action particularly often but there was one person who he always took action for or rather who convinced him to take action and change his own life. dan. like leaving the dartmouth rep, getting into the bus with dan instead of the limo with chuck. also i liked their scenes in s1 a lot.

vanessa. i like danessa! i think they loved each other so so much. they didn’t work romantically but they understand each other perfectly as friends.

carter. yes i ship carter with all of them. i think if they had significant interactions in canon it would have been a very interesting dynamic. like dan was pretty fascinated by how ch/uck lived but with chuck, every time dan wasn’t punching him in the face it was out of character. and i feel like with carter dan would’ve gotten the whole stay up all night feeling alive experience with somebody who isn’t a horrible person.

vanessa&the character played by hilary duff. literally all there interactions at nyu were so good. they were so much fun.

hilary duff character. fun! also this is the last dan ship on the list that i don’t dislike.

chuck. okay listen. i obviously despise chuck. and in canon i think every interaction where dan isn’t punching chuck in the face is out of character for him. but also if you watch some of their scenes in s5 and also that one episode where they get arrested and you pretend that chuck isn’t chuck and literally evil, they have a very interesting dynamic. also i feel danchuck is the one chuck relationship without a huge power imbalance.

Feeling a little better thought I'd post something funny

(Spencer Reid x fem!reader)

The first incident had been embarrassing enough. The team walking in to find Spencer shirtless, oiled up, and groaning under your care had provided them with enough ammunition for weeks of teasing. But even with all their jokes, Spencer was still Spencer—unflappable in most situations—and you both thought the worst was behind you.

You were wrong.

Spencer came home from another grueling case, this one involving multiple days on the road and more stress than usual. He walked into your shared home looking like he was carrying the weight of the world on his slender shoulders, which you noticed were slumped with tension.

“Babe,” you said softly, crossing the room to meet him. You cupped his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. “You need another adjustment. You’re completely out of alignment again.”

He nodded without protest, too tired to argue. “You’re the best,” he murmured, letting you guide him to the office once more.

This time, you were determined to work out every knot, every misalignment. Spencer’s job might be to solve complex cases, but yours was to fix him afterward, both body and mind.

---

Meanwhile, the team, riding high after a case closed, decided once again to check in on their favorite genius. They’d teased him mercilessly last time, but Spencer’s reactions were half the fun.

“Think he’s going to yell at us this time?” Emily joked as they approached the house.

“Please,” Derek said with a grin. “Boy Wonder doesn’t yell. He pouts.”

Penelope giggled. “I just hope we get another peek at shirtless Spencer.”

“Oh my God, Garcia,” JJ muttered, laughing despite herself.

They knocked, but the door was unlocked. Derek pushed it open, calling out, “Reid! You home?”

No response.

The team wandered farther into the house, following the faint sound of conversation that led them to your office once again. As they reached the doorway, they were immediately greeted with Spencer’s voice—low, drawn-out, and laced with something suspiciously close to pleasure.

“Ohhh, God, Y/N… Right there… Do that again.”

The team froze.

“Spence, relax,” you said, your tone entirely professional. “I can’t get this spot if you keep tensing up.”

“Sorry, it just—ahhh! Oh, that’s the one,” Spencer groaned, his voice so borderline sinful that Derek and Emily exchanged wide-eyed looks.

“Is this… happening again?” JJ whispered, her hand covering her mouth.

“Guys,” Penelope hissed, fanning herself. “This is so much worse.”

But they couldn’t look away.

You were leaning over Spencer, your hands pressing into his back with practiced precision. This time, though, the team wasn’t met with just the sight of an oiled-up Spencer—they also heard the unmistakable, sharp crack of his spine realigning.

“Oh, wow,” Rossi muttered from the back of the group, clearly impressed despite himself.

“Holy… Did you hear that?” Emily whispered, her tone oddly fascinated.

“That sounded so satisfying,” Penelope admitted, biting her lip as another crack echoed through the room, followed by Spencer’s drawn-out groan of relief.

“Stop enjoying this so much,” JJ hissed, though her eyes remained glued to the scene.

Another series of cracks came, each one louder than the last, and the team collectively shuddered. It was oddly satisfying to hear, even as the situation screamed awkward.

Finally, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye and turned, your hands still on Spencer’s shoulder blades. “Oh, come on!” you exclaimed, glaring at the group.

Spencer lifted his head from the table, a blush already creeping up his neck. “Are you serious?”

“Listen,” Derek said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I came here to clown on you, but I gotta admit—that cracking sound is amazing.”

“You guys have to stop walking in on us,” you said, gesturing at the door.

“You have to stop making it sound like—like that!” Emily shot back, pointing at Spencer, who groaned in embarrassment and dropped his face back into the cradle.

“You all clearly need to leave,” you said firmly, stepping back from the table and crossing your arms.

But Penelope clasped her hands together. “Y/N, just one question before we go.”

“What?” you asked, exasperated.

“Do you take appointments?”

"OUT!"

Warnings: talks of death, death, crying?, mentions of car accident (i think thats it)

You barely remember the accident. Only flashes of light, the shattering crunch of metal on metal, and the weightless, tumbling blur that stole away your world. When you regain consciousness, pain sears through your chest, sharp and consuming, like a wildfire spreading through your body. You’re dimly aware of sounds—urgent voices, beeping monitors—but nothing else seems real until you hear his voice, urgent, familiar, calling your name.

“Spence?” you whisper, barely able to make out his face through your blurred vision. His hand finds yours instantly, fingers trembling as he cups your hand as if it’s the most precious thing in the world.

“I’m here, sweetheart. I’m right here,” he murmurs, voice thick and cracking, his face streaked with tears. The relief, the fear, and the sorrow in his eyes all swirl together, and you know something is terribly, terribly wrong.

He chokes on his words, trying to smile for you, but his expression crumbles as a doctor steps in, clipboard in hand, looking between you and Spencer with an apologetic solemnity that makes your blood run cold.

“Dr. Reid,” the doctor begins, his tone as soft as he can manage in the face of such devastation. He glances at the rest of the team who have gathered outside the room, each face shadowed with dread and sorrow. “I… I’m sorry. The impact caused severe trauma to her heart. We’ve done everything we can, but the damage is… it’s irreparable.”

Spencer’s hand tightens around yours, his breathing becoming rapid, shallow. He shakes his head in denial, his body wracked with quiet, desperate sobs. “No,” he whispers, his voice almost inaudible. “No… you have to—there has to be something. Please, just—”

The doctor swallows, his face heavy with grief as he meets Spencer’s frantic gaze. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Reid. We’re keeping her comfortable, but the most we can do is… make sure she’s not in pain. She may only have a few hours left.”

It’s like the words don’t register at first. Spencer stares at the doctor in stunned silence, his mouth opening and closing, as if trying to shape words that will deny the reality he’s facing. His body begins to tremble as the weight of the words sinks in, and he collapses, clutching your hand as he breaks down beside your bed.

“No… please… please don’t take her,” he whispers, his voice choked, ragged, and filled with more heartbreak than you’ve ever heard in him before. His head falls against your hand, and his shoulders shake as he sobs, his tears soaking through the thin fabric of your hospital gown.

The team stands by, their eyes reflecting the same disbelief and sorrow. JJ, her hand pressed to her mouth, struggles to contain her own tears. Hotch’s expression is stoic but deeply pained, and Penelope weeps silently, turning into Morgan’s embrace as he holds her close. Even Rossi, who has seen more loss than he cares to remember, looks away, struggling to hide the moisture in his eyes.

---

The doctor steps back to give you all a moment, nodding respectfully as he leaves the room. There’s a quiet reverence among everyone as they approach your bed, knowing these are the final moments you have together. JJ is the first to kneel beside you, her face streaked with tears as she takes your other hand in hers, squeezing it tightly.

“Oh, honey…” she begins, her voice barely above a whisper. She blinks, trying to clear her vision, to find some way to offer you comfort. “You’ve been… you’ve been so strong. For all of us. And for Spencer. And for…” Her voice catches, and she glances over her shoulder where your little boy is standing, held safely in Morgan’s arms. He looks around, confused, sensing the sadness but not fully understanding. JJ turns back to you, and her lips tremble into a sad, bittersweet smile. “We’re going to miss you more than words can say.”

You smile, reaching out to touch her cheek, feeling the damp warmth of her tears under your fingers. “Thank you, JJ. For being my friend. For always taking care of him,” you murmur, your gaze flicking to your son before returning to her. “Please… tell him stories about me. Make sure he knows how much I loved him.”

She nods, unable to speak, and wraps her arms around you gently, her embrace filled with all the love and friendship you’ve shared. When she pulls back, she wipes her tears, nodding to Morgan to bring your son over to you.

As he approaches, you reach out, your arms weak but filled with desperation as he climbs onto the bed, his little hands clutching onto you. You hold him, burying your face in his soft hair, breathing in his innocent scent as your heart aches with the knowledge of all the moments you’ll miss, all the things you’ll never get to see him do.

“Hey, baby,” you whisper, brushing a hand over his hair, feeling the soft strands slip through your fingers. “Mommy loves you so, so much. And… and you’re going to grow up to be strong, and brave, and kind, just like your daddy.”

“Mama, don’t be sad,” he murmurs, looking up at you with those wide, innocent eyes. His small hand reaches up to touch your cheek, his expression confused and concerned, sensing your sadness even if he doesn’t fully understand why.

You force a smile for him, blinking back tears. “I’m not sad, sweetie. I just… I just love you so much.” You hug him close, trying to burn this moment into your memory, the feel of his tiny arms around you, the warmth of his cheek against yours. You don’t let go until you feel Spencer’s gentle hand on your shoulder.

It takes everything in you to let him go, watching as JJ takes him, cradling him in her arms as he rests his head on her shoulder, his eyelids drooping with the exhaustion of a long, emotional day.

JJ kisses his head, giving you one last nod before she slips out of the room with him. You watch them go, your heart breaking even more as the door closes behind them.

---

One by one, the team says their goodbyes, each of them leaving you with words of love, of gratitude, of sorrow. Penelope clings to you, her tears soaking into your hospital gown as she promises to always keep an eye on Spencer, to make sure he’s never alone. Morgan grips your hand tightly, his voice steady but filled with heartbreak as he tells you he’ll miss your laughter, your friendship, your unwavering kindness.

Rossi stands by your bedside, his gaze filled with a profound sadness that words can’t convey. “You’re… one of the best, kid,” he says, his voice rough as he brushes a hand over your hair. “You’ve made this world better just by being in it.”

Finally, only Spencer remains, sitting by your bedside, his hand wrapped around yours. He’s silent for a long time, simply watching you, his thumb stroking over your knuckles as he struggles to find the words he wants to say. His face is etched with grief, his eyes red and swollen from crying, but he forces a small, soft smile for you, a reflection of all the love he holds in his heart.

“I… I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this,” he whispers, his voice trembling. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to let you go.”

You reach up, brushing your fingertips over his cheek, feeling the stubble under your touch. “You’ll find a way, Spence. For him. And… and I’ll always be with you. In your heart.”

He nods, tears streaming down his face as he leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, savoring the warmth of his lips against your skin, the feeling of his love enveloping you.

“I’ll never stop loving you,” he murmurs, his voice breaking as he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. “No matter how much time passes, you’ll always be… my everything.”

You smile, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. “And you’ll always be mine. Always.”

The beeping of the monitor slows, each sound growing fainter, softer, as your breaths grow shallow. Spencer holds you close, his arms around you, his face buried in your hair as he whispers words of love, of goodbye, until the final beat fades into silence.

Title: "Tables Turned"

Part two for "shield of Silence"

(Aaron hotchnerr x fem!reader)

It had been a long case, the kind that seemed to stretch on forever with no clear answers. You and the team had been in Denver for almost a week now, chasing leads that seemed to go nowhere. Exhaustion clung to every agent like a second skin, and tempers were fraying at the edges. Still, you had a job to do, and as always, Aaron Hotchner was at the helm, holding everything together with his calm authority.

The only problem? Chief Jenny Montgomery.

From the moment you and Hotch had arrived at the local precinct, you could feel the Chief’s eyes lingering on him. At first, it was subtle—a little too much eye contact, a smile that lasted just a fraction longer than necessary. You didn’t think much of it, chalking it up to her trying to be friendly. But as the days wore on, her attention became impossible to ignore. She was practically hovering over Hotch at every opportunity, leaning in too close, her hand grazing his arm under the guise of handing him files. It was infuriating.

What made it worse was that Hotch, ever the professional, remained oblivious—or at least, he pretended to be. It was one of the things you loved most about him: his ability to keep his cool under pressure, always staying focused on the case. But this? This was testing your limits.

You’d been dating Aaron for nearly six months now. It had started slow, after that moment in the conference room when he confessed his feelings for you. But what you had was real, and it was strong. You’d been through a lot together, and the rest of the team knew about the relationship. They’d accepted it, even supported it—after all, they knew better than anyone how much Aaron needed someone to lean on after everything he’d been through.

But Jenny Montgomery didn’t seem to care. And you were not in the mood to play nice.

It was the third time that day that she’d sidled up to Hotch during a meeting, her body language screaming interest. You were across the room with Spencer and Rossi, trying to keep your attention on the case file in front of you, but your eyes kept drifting back to the two of them. Every time she laughed—loudly, unnecessarily—you felt your grip on your pen tighten.

Spencer glanced up at you, clearly noticing your growing tension. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you muttered through gritted teeth, not taking your eyes off the pair. Hotch was standing there, arms crossed, looking as stoic as ever while Chief Montgomery laughed at something he’d said. But you knew him too well. You saw the slight tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes flickered with discomfort. He wasn’t enjoying this any more than you were.

You stood abruptly, unable to take it any longer. “Excuse me.”

You didn’t storm over—that wasn’t your style. But your footsteps were firm, your body language making it clear that you were not to be trifled with.

“—and I was just telling Agent Hotchner that we have this great little spot in town if he wanted to join me for—”

“That won’t be necessary,” you interrupted, your voice calm but laced with a steel edge. “Agent Hotchner already has plans.”

Montgomery’s eyes flickered with surprise, but she quickly recovered, giving you a tight smile. “Oh? I wasn’t aware.”

You smiled back, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “You are now.”

The tension in the room thickened, but you didn’t care. You weren’t going to stand by and let this woman flirt with your boyfriend right in front of you. Hotch shifted beside you, his lips twitching as if he was trying to suppress a smile. He hadn’t said a word, but you could tell he was enjoying this—probably far more than he should.

Montgomery’s smile faltered. “Well, I didn’t mean to intrude. I just thought—”

“You’ve been ‘just thinking’ all week,” you said, your voice still deceptively calm. “But let me make something clear: Aaron is taken. He’s with me. So, whatever little lunch date you had planned? Cancel it.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You could feel eyes on you—from your team, from the officers nearby. You didn’t care. Chief Montgomery stood frozen for a moment, clearly not used to being spoken to like that. She stammered something under her breath and walked away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you let out a long breath, the adrenaline coursing through you. You half expected Hotch to give you a stern look, to remind you about professionalism and keeping your cool.

But instead, he laughed.

It started as a small chuckle, then grew into full-blown laughter—the kind that had him clutching his stomach, gasping for air as he tried and failed to compose himself. His face turned red, and the sound echoed through the precinct, drawing even more eyes in your direction.

You stared at him in disbelief. “Aaron, are you—”

He shook his head, still laughing too hard to speak. His laughter was so out of character that the entire team was gaping at him like he’d lost his mind. Even Spencer looked confused, his brows furrowed as if he were trying to solve a puzzle.

“Hotch?” Morgan ventured, his voice laced with amusement. “You good, man?”

Hotch wiped tears from his eyes, finally managing to catch his breath. “I’m fine,” he gasped, his voice still thick with laughter. “I just—oh, God—I’ve never seen you like that, Y/N. You—” He dissolved into laughter again, leaning against the nearest desk for support.

You couldn’t help but smile, even as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” Hotch looked at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Y/N, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve never seen anyone shut someone down like that.”

“I wasn’t going to stand there and let her flirt with you.”

“Clearly,” he said, still grinning. “And for the record, I would’ve turned her down myself if you hadn’t beaten me to it.”

You folded your arms, trying to hide your own amusement. “You didn’t exactly seem in a hurry to stop her.”

Hotch stepped closer, his smile softening as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I didn’t need to. I knew you’d handle it.”

His touch sent a wave of warmth through you, and suddenly, the tension you’d been carrying all week melted away. “Next time, maybe I’ll let you handle it.”

He chuckled, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Deal.”

As he leaned in to kiss you, you heard Morgan’s voice in the background. “Okay, seriously, Hotch, what the hell just happened?”

You pulled back from the kiss, glancing over at the team. They were all staring, clearly still in shock at what had just transpired. Rossi had an amused smile on his face, and even JJ was shaking her head in disbelief.

“Long story,” you said with a grin. “But trust me, it was worth it.”

As you turned back to Hotch, you saw the love in his eyes—so much deeper than words could ever express. And you knew, without a doubt, that whatever challenges came your way, you and Aaron would face them together.

And if anyone ever crossed the line again, well… they’d better be ready for round two.

Jake Sully X fem!human!reader X Neytiri Sully

The intimacy in the air felt more palpable tonight, the unspoken bond between you and Neytiri deepened after the last night’s exploration. It had been a step into something entirely new, and now, it seemed that step was about to become a leap. Your mind raced with thoughts of what Neytiri had proposed, and the idea that Jake would be involved only made your nerves flutter more intensely. You trusted Neytiri and Jake, but this was uncharted territory.

The warmth of the hut cocooned you as you sat with Neytiri, both of you close, her eyes alight with curiosity and excitement. The plan had been laid out, but the intimacy that came with such a vulnerable act required trust—trust you had built with Neytiri and her husband. Jake was waiting nearby, his presence a silent reminder of the sheer size of what was to come.

"You are ready?" Neytiri’s voice was soft, her large golden eyes locking onto yours as she gently brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

You swallowed, nervous, but more intrigued than anything. "Yes," you whispered, the word almost trembling on your lips.

Neytiri's smile was warm, her hand resting gently on your thigh. She looked to Jake, who had positioned himself against the wall of the hut, leaning back with a calm yet predatory gaze. He wasn’t undressed yet, but the anticipation in his eyes was clear as he studied you both.

Neytiri’s fingers trailed down your stomach, her large hand cool against your heated skin. Her touch was soft but deliberate as she began to trace your body, gently stroking and caressing. She paused when her fingers reached your inner thighs, her hand lingering, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

"Relax," she murmured, her voice soothing. "We will take it slow. I will help your body... prepare."

You nodded, allowing her to guide you, trusting her implicitly as she began to gently part your thighs. Neytiri’s fingers moved with grace and familiarity, though her touch was still filled with curiosity. She brushed her fingers over your entrance, teasing the wetness that had already begun to gather.

“Her body responds so easily,” Neytiri remarked to Jake, her eyes filled with fascination as she looked at him briefly.

Jake chuckled, the sound deep and rough, making you shiver. “Human bodies are… sensitive. You’ll see just how sensitive soon enough.”

Neytiri’s fingers gently pressed inside, her long digits stretching you slightly. You gasped at the feeling, your walls clenching around her instinctively. She began moving her fingers in slow, gentle strokes, her eyes locked onto your face to gauge your reactions. Her fingers were longer than yours or any human's would be, stretching you a little further with every movement.

“You’re so tight,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “So different from us… but so soft.”

As Neytiri moved her fingers inside you, she unknowingly brushed against a spot that made your entire body jolt. A spark of pleasure shot through you, your hips jerking up as you moaned softly. Neytiri paused, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

You shook your head quickly, your breath hitching as the sensation lingered. "No, it’s… that felt really good," you admitted, your face flushed with embarrassment.

Jake’s low chuckle filled the room again as he watched the interaction. “She found your G-spot,” he said, his voice heavy with amusement. “Keep doing that, Neytiri. You’ll see just how sensitive humans can get.”

Neytiri’s curiosity deepened, her fingers purposefully pressing against that spot again, watching with wide eyes as your body arched in response, a louder moan escaping your lips. Your muscles trembled, your core tightening around her as the pleasure built rapidly. She didn’t stop this time, her fingers pushing deeper and rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I can feel your body tighten around me,” she murmured, her voice low and fascinated. “Is this what brings you pleasure?”

You could barely respond, too lost in the intense sensation building inside you. Your hips began to move against her hand, desperate for more friction. The pressure against your G-spot was overwhelming, and it didn’t take long for the first orgasm to crash through you. Your walls clenched around her fingers, your back arching off the ground as you cried out, your body shaking with the intensity of it.

Neytiri’s eyes widened in wonder as she watched you climax, her fingers still moving inside you, prolonging the waves of pleasure as you gasped for breath. Jake had been watching closely the entire time, his hand lazily stroking himself as he observed his wife work you over.

"That’s just the start," Jake murmured, his voice husky. "Keep going, Neytiri. She can take a lot more."

Neytiri pulled her fingers out slowly, coated in your slick. She looked down at her hand, watching how your body clenched and pulsed after the orgasm. "So much... wetness," she murmured, amazed by the way your body responded. "Your body is still trembling."

Jake pushed himself off the wall, his cock fully hard and ready, a sight that made your stomach flip with both fear and arousal. He knelt down beside you, positioning himself behind Neytiri as he continued to stroke himself lazily, watching the way you were laid out in front of them both.

“You’ll need to be ready for him,” Neytiri said softly, almost to herself, as she brought her other hand to your clit, her thumb rubbing slow, firm circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. The overstimulation made you whimper, your body twitching under her touch, but the pleasure only continued to build. Neytiri leaned down, her lips brushing against your inner thigh, her eyes full of fascination as she watched the way your body reacted.

As she continued to work you over, her fingers delving back inside to stretch and explore you further, your body tensed with another orgasm, this one hitting you harder. Your walls clenched around her fingers as you came again, harder than before, the sensation ripping through you. Your thighs trembled violently as you cried out, your hips bucking against her hand.

Jake grunted softly, watching intently as he stroked his thick length, the sight of you unraveling under his wife’s touch driving him wild. "She’s so sensitive, Neytiri. Look how she squirms for you."

Neytiri smiled slightly, clearly pleased by the response she was eliciting. Her eyes flicked to Jake’s cock, her gaze briefly captivated by the size of him before returning to you. “I wonder if her body will stretch to take you,” she said, her fingers still working inside you, the pace slow and deliberate as she prepared you for what was to come.

Jake moved closer now, his cock brushing against your entrance, not yet pushing in but teasing, letting you feel the sheer size of him. Your breath hitched in anticipation, your body already quivering from the overstimulation.

“You’re so small compared to me,” Jake muttered, his voice thick with arousal. “But I’ll make it fit.”

Neytiri’s hand moved to your clit again, her thumb rubbing tight circles as she continued to stretch you. The added stimulation made your body tense up, your back arching as another wave of pleasure began to build. You were on the edge again, your body so sensitive that every touch felt electric.

"She’s close again," Neytiri noted, her tone clinical, though her eyes were filled with desire. Her fingers pressed deep inside you, rubbing against your G-spot again as her other hand worked your clit. “So wet… so tight.”

Jake growled softly, his cock now pressing more insistently against your entrance beside her fingers. "You’re ready for me now," he muttered, his voice low and full of lust. He pushed forward, the head of his cock stretching you impossibly wide as he entered you softly nudging neytiris hand out of the way. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but the pleasure from Neytiri’s touch dulled the edge of discomfort.

He was huge, filling you completely, his cock stretching you to the brink. Your body tensed around him as he pushed deeper, the pressure overwhelming, but not quite unpleasant. Neytiri’s fingers moved in tandem with Jake’s thrusts, her hand rubbing your clit as she continued to push you towards another orgasm.

Jake’s deep groans filled the room as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, allowing you to adjust to his size. Neytiri watched in awe as your pussy stretched to take him, her fingers occasionally brushing against the bulge in your stomach where Jake’s cock filled you.

“She’s taking you so well,” Neytiri murmured, her fingers now rubbing your clit more firmly. "Look how she stretches for you."

You were overwhelmed, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built to unbearable heights. Jake’s thrusts grew faster, deeper, his cock brushing against your G-spot with every movement, sending shocks of pleasure through you. Neytiri’s touch was relentless, her fingers moving in perfect sync with Jake’s thrusts, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

When the next orgasm hit, it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. Your body spasmed violently, your pussy clenching around Jake’s cock as you came harder than you ever had. Your vision blurred, your muscles trembling as the pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave. You cried out, your voice hoarse from the intensity of the earth shattering pleasure...

Me after writing and actually posting this.