multi-fandom oneshots

kinks (men of the bau)

pairings: luke alvez x reader, matt simmons x reader, aaron hotchner x reader, spencer reid x reader, derek morgan x reader

warnings: smut (overstimulation, breeding, brat-taming, bondage, d*ddy kink, orgasm denial, a bit of degradation)

note: hey.......... how yall doin..................this is a bit random but look. im nothing if not a fool with time management issues. also i didnt do rossi bc i was tired but we all know he's got a master kink so it doesnt matter

Luke Alvez: overstimulation.

You think you're going to explode. Explode, or black out, or scream, or something, because—

It's too much. It's too fucking much, and yet it's all that you've ever needed, and every nerve in your body trembles with it. It's sharp — needle-sharp, sore, and your body jerks unwillingly with each and every clench of your pussy around him.

You don't realise you're crying with it until Luke laughs, thumbing away the tears on your cheeks with a condescending coo.

"You're alright," he drawls, bowing his head to kiss your cheek — he punctuates his sentence with a deep, grinding thrust of his hips, and you sob. "You're alright, sweetheart. There you go. Look — isn't it so much better when you let go?"

Your legs shake around his hips, your toes curling. He hadn't pinned your hands down this time — he needed his own hands free to wreak havoc on your body, and by God, he had — and you find yourself clinging to his broad shoulders in an effort to ground yourself.

It fades, but it doesn't completely dissipate — the pleasure, that is. It becomes this dull, pleasurable pain at the apex of your thighs, twinging with aftershocks that make your legs weak. Sniffling away the tears that linger in your eyes, you let your head fall back against the pillow with a tired grunt, panting in the aftermath.

"Fuck, Luke," you say, eyes fluttering shut. "Fuck."

He hums — clearly amused — and rests his hands on either side of you, dropping down so that you're chest to chest. He's so warm, and big, and when you loop your arms underneath his, he dips his nose to the crook of your neck. "That good, huh?"

"Shut up. You know it was." A trail of sloppy kisses is placed all up the length of your neck, and you can feel the smile on his lips as he does.

"Well, it's about to get better," he whispers teasingly, finally making his way to your lips. "Because you promised me four, sweetheart, and I only got three."

You pull back, eyes wide. "Wait — wait, I was joking!"

He presses his hips deeper into you with a shit-eating grin, and you realise that he's still completely hard. "I wasn't."

Matt Simmons: breeding.

He's got you on your back, your legs bent and knees pressed back towards your ears. One large hand crowds the back of your neck — forcing your face forward, forcing you to watch as he splits you open. He's thick, and long, and the feeling of his cock pressing into the deepest parts of yourself over and over again makes your eyes flutter shut.

Your body's already satiated — that's what two orgasms will do to you — and you resign yourself to laying there, boneless, letting him have his way with you. He's close — you can tell. His jaw jumps and clenches with every movement, his hands more rough and less restrained as he begins to lose himself in you.

"No," you hear him say, voice steady and only slightly breathless — and then his other hand is tapping the side of your face, cutting through the pleasurable haze settling over you— "No, you open your eyes. Watch."