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Kinktober Week One- Formal Wear with Emily Prentiss

Summary- Every year around New Years Rossi hosts a party at this mansion. Every year you help him cook. Every year you all drink too much wine. This year Emily Prentiss wore a suit.

Word count- 1.3k

Warnings- 18+ MDNI, a little bit of exhibitionism if you squint, Oral R! receiving, lil bit of faceriding, fingering, switch! Reader, switch! Emily, sorry about your wine Rossi my bad, Emily in a suit is a warning in itself.

Authors Note- This is my first time doing kinktober!! I feel like formal wear/ team party is a pretty popular trope when it comes to CM fanfics, but it's popular for a reason. It’s SO GOOD. part two of flustered is coming i promise !! i'm also working on a second part of red blue and black. Anyways, back to Emily.

You had arrived early to help Rossi set up and to be his sous chef, since you were the only one besides hotch he trusted not to cut your own fingers off. The BAU were not known for their cooking abilities. He insisted on everyone coming in formal attire so now you were stuck cutting onions in a raspberry-coloured satin dress and an apron that had “Kiss me I’m Italian.” in large font. You used the back of your hand to brush your hair out of your face, huffing as you prayed that the low ponytail wouldn’t ruin your hair.

You and Rossi were sat at the kitchen table sipping scotch while you waited for the rest of the people to arrive. He cleared his throat “So.”

“So?” you asked, turning towards him and tilting your head.

“What’s going on between you and Prentiss?” he asked in a sinister tone, leaning towards you.

“Okay, we are not doing this” you laughed, shaking your head as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Doing what? You can’t have that much tension with a coworker when you work with profilers. You can’t get away with anything” he chucked, taking a sip of scotch.

“I can’t argue with that, but there's nothing going on between us” You explained with a shrug.

“Yeah, I don’t believe you.” He said in a sing-songy tone as people started to file in and make their way to you and Rossi. The glass of scotch made your insides feel warm and allowed you to relax. That was until Emily Prentiss walked in. She had one hand in her pocket and her phone in the other. She was wearing slacks, a white button-up with the top 4 buttons undone, an untied tie tucked under her collar, and a blazer. You felt JJ use her knuckle to close your mouth, not realizing you had let your mouth fall open at the sight of her. You smiled nervously at JJ “You didn’t see anything” you joked, waving a finger at her.

“I won’t tattle on you,” she said with a grin, putting her hands up in defense.

Prentiss looked around the room before she saw you. She gave a lopsided grin before making her way over to you, brushing a strand of hair away from your cheek, “Happy New Year” She said, only loud enough for you to hear. A completely normal greeting should not feel so private and intimate. Your breath hitched as she placed her hand on your back “Happy New Year, Emily” You murmured, leaning back into her touch.

“Alright, Dinner!” Rossi said, snapping you two out of your little world.

You got off the barstool and went to the dining room with Emily not far behind you. She pulled out your chair for you as you sat down, looking up at her with a raised brow and upturned lips. “I guess chivalry isn’t dead” You joked, adjusting the skirt of your dress. She pulled out the chair to the left of you and sat down. “It will be by the end of the night,” She said, giving you a mischievous grin. You gasped, smacking her leg playfully which led to her grabbing your wrist under the table and placing it on your lap “Behave” she said, patting your knee before resting her hand right above it.

You scoffed “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge” you hummed before taking a bite of the meal you helped prepare, moaning at the taste. She leaned over to whisper in your ear, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I know what you’re doing. We can play this game but I will win” She whispered, moving her attention back to her plate of food.

At the beginning of the meal, she would rub your knee, occasionally moving her hand up before putting it right back down to a more appropriate position. That was until after a couple of glasses of red wine. Her hand started to rest further and further up, before earning a subtle smack from you. She chuckled, pouring the last of the bottle into your glass.

Rossi went to get up before Emily motioned for him to sit back down “I can go get it, it’s no problem.” she said with a polite smile before looking down at you “Will you show me where it is?” she asked, feigning innocence, but you knew better. You sneered at her “Of course” You said, getting up and leading her toward his wine cellar in the basement. The farther away you were from the rest of the team, the closer she got to you.

“I love this view” she teased, making you cover your backside with your hands “Aww don’t cover up. I’ve seen you much more vulnerable than this” She murmured.

“You are an insatiable woman, do you know that?” you chuckled, shaking your head as you opened the door to the wine cellar. You walked in and began looking around for another bottle. She made her way in front of you and backed you into the table in the middle of the stone room. You reached out and grabbed her blazer to encourage her to get closer. She traced your bottom lip with her thumb before kissing you, gripping your hair, and running her hand up and down your back. She was holding onto you like you would run away if she let go, but her kisses were gentle. Emily was always so gentle. Not because she was afraid to break you, but more like you were visiting her from the clouds. Touching you with the fear that her lips would go right through you. “Up,” she murmured, helping you as you jumped in order to sit on the table. You could feel the cold stone underneath you in stark contrast to her burning hands moving to hoist your dress up to your hips.

Her lips moved down your neck, leaving bite marks that you were scared to walk out of there with as her hands moved further up until she reached your core. When she felt that there was nothing between her fingers and your pussy she let out a groan, leaning her head back “Fuck. I must’ve been a saint in my last life.”

You let out a breathy moan “I didn’t want any lines showing through my dress” You said defensively, gasping as her middle finger circled your clit. You held on to her blazer, burying your face in her neck “Sure, that’s the only reason you have no panties on” she teased before dropping down to her knees, her face centimetres away from your core. You couldn’t help but admire the view, brushing your fingers through her hair as she dragged her tongue lazily up your slit. You gasped, eyes rolling back as you leaned back on your elbow to watch her "If I knew you were wearing a suit, I wouldn't've worn anything"

“Fuck, really? God, you’re so pretty like this.” She hummed, tilting her head “It’s nice to see you put that snarky mouth to use,” You responded as pulled her hair gently, just enough to hold her still as you moved your hips against her face.

She whimpered, running her hands up and down your legs before gripping your calves to lean in more. You covered your mouth as you felt your high approach, pushing her face impossibly closer. You fell back against the table as she helped you ride out your climax. Your chest heaved, trying to push her away when she didn’t stop “Em please,” you begged, squirming away from her, but she just pulled you back towards her.

She had mercy and stood up, moving to the other side of the table to plant kisses all over your face. “C’mon. We’ve been gone too long” she said, helping you stand and smoothing out your dress. You took off your heels out of fear of falling over after she made your legs practically jelly. "After this, were are going back to my place and I am going to fuck you in this fucking suit of yours." you pushed your heels into her chest for her to carry before grabbing her collar and pulling her out of the room "I have to wear this more often..." She muttered as the two of you made your way back to the dining room where your coworkers sat with smirks on their faces.

“Nothing between you too my ass,” Rossi scoffed "You forgot the wine."

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #Emily prentiss x reader smut #emily prentiss smut

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femscottlang · 7 months

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Kinktober

I wanted to do kinktober but I am a full time student on top of working full time so this is how I can do it and not feel overwhelmed

Week One- Formal Wear w/Emily Prentiss

Week Two- Sex Pollen w/ Steven Grant

Week Three- Begging w/ Frank Castle

Week Four- Angry/Hate Sex w/ Aaron Hotchner

Halloween Bonus- Oral Fixation w/ either Matt Murdock or Spencer Reid I haven't decided yet or maybe I'll write both

#aaron hotch x reader #emily prentiss x reader #frank castle x reader #steven grant x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #aaron hotchner smut #frank castle smut #steven grant smut #emily prentiss smut

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Flustered- part one

Summary; After being recommended by Garcia to be the next technical analyst for the BAU, You find your ability to keep your personal and work life separate becoming increasingly more difficult. Your charming boss is not helping either. Your attempts to not show your affection towards her leads Emily to believe that you dislike her.

AN; this is some serious idiots to lovers, misinterpretation shit (aka my favorite trope). Not canon for the sake of plot.

Word count 1.5k

You had gotten through the first couple of weeks of the new job without a hitch. Of course, there were a couple panicked calls to Penelope when her security was a little too good, but nothing major.

Except for your boss and her indescribable ability to make your brain stop working.

You stepped out of the elevator and took a moment to smooth over your hair and let out a shuddering breath. This had become a part of your work routine to try and make it through the day without having to hide in your lair until your face cooled down. You walked in, giving your colleagues a soft smile and hello, conveniently avoiding Emily's gaze, as you walked past them into your office where you saw a handful of case files on your desk with a sticky note on them.

Pick one

You sighed and sat down, pulling the sticky note off and putting it aside. Your breath hitched as you smelled her perfume lingering on the sheet of paper. “Shit…” you muttered, immediately tossing in the trashcan to get it as far away as possible. You put your hands on your cheeks to try and calm the flush.

After filtering through the cases you landed on a case of people being killed in their sleep by an axe in New Orleans. Selfishly, it was also the furthest away. Anything to gain distance between you and that patchouli perfume which made your heart beat fast enough to power the BAU jet. Emily Prentiss had an innate ability to make you choke up. You had dated plenty of women, mightve even been considered a bit of a player. You were never one to get flustered, until Prentiss. Her voice sent shivers down your spine in the best way possible.

You shook the image of her out of your head and grabbed the folder and your tablet, walking into the bull pen “Conference room in 10” You said, holding up the wretched manilla sleeve as you went into conference room to display the images on the tv.

Emily leaned against the edge of Terra’s desk, her leg in a boot. She watched you beeline to your office, smiling at everyone except for her. She sighed and leaned her head back “What did I do?” she groaned, lifting her head and looking at terra for comfort. Terra let out a chuckle “I can’t help you here, Prentiss. Sometimes people just don’t like you and you have to live with that” she shrugged

“But she likes all of you! Is it because I'm the boss?” She rubbed her forehead

Her eyes followed you as you walked in and waved the folder “Conference room in 10” and as you walked out, scanning over your blouse and pencil skirt.

“She’s stuck with me for this case, I’ll be no help on the field with this boot on my foot” she grumbled as Terra got up and smiled “Maybe dropping that weight on your foot was a sign from god. You can finally bond with the pretty tech girl” she sneered playfully, which earned her a smack on the arm and a push towards the conference room as they made their way over.

“What do you have for us?” Emily asked as she sat in her chair with a huff. You looked up at her like deer in headlights.

You stammered, fumbling with the remote “w-we have three sets of victims, all killed by being struck by an axe in their sleep. One set is a mother, father and two children, the next is a pregnant woman and her husband and the last is just husband and wife” You explained, flipping through the images while avoiding looking at the television.

“This is clearly inspired by the Axeman of New Orleans, but this guy is significantly more successful. In the real case, the axeman never managed to kill most of his victims” You explained, looking around the room.

“Many believed that the axeman was a demon and that he was able to shrink, crawl under the doorway and grow back to the size of a normal man.” Spencer chimed in.

You shuddered “no demons please. I can barely deal with evil people let alone the supernatural”

“Oh Techie, don’t tell me you believe in ghosts” Luke chimed in with a laugh.

You frowned “A fear of ghosts is perfectly normal!” You insisted as Emily cut off the bickering “Wheels up in 30. “ She stated before looking at you “I will be staying here, I’m no use to you guys on the field with my boot.” Your eyes went wide “Here?”

“Is that a problem?” She asked, you shook your head, scurrying back to your room as you prayed she would stay in her office.

Just as you finished filing away the cases that were not chosen, you heard your door open. You looked up and watched Emily hobble in. You shut the drawer and turned towards the computer, pretending to look busy “What can I do for you, Ma’am?” you asked as calmly as possible.

She frowned as you turned away, pulling up a chair next to you and sitting down “I figured I would join you here, It doesn’t make any sense for us to be in two different rooms and I don’t wanna take you away from your equipment” She smiled at you “I’ve told you this before, you can call me Emily”

You glanced at her and immediately brought your eyes back to the computer “You’re right, it does make more sense.” You ignore her comment, afraid to even let her name come out of your mouth. You two sit in silence for a minute before the phone rang. You answered in faster than you should have.

“What can I do for you, honey bunny?” You asked, silently thanking spencer for calling

“Uh need you to find who was at the Spotted Cat Jazz Club on Friday night. ” He said, papers shuffling in the background.

“Okay…” you murmured, beginning to type on your computer “do you have anything to help narrow that down? Friday night during spring break in a New Orleans jazz club. An ID scanner, camera footage? Anything? I’m no Garcia” You joked.

“Yeah I am having the club send footage and give you access to the scanner database” Luke interrupted.

“Thank you! I will get back to you as soon as we find anything” you said, hanging up and beginning to dig through the footage and ID numbers for a match as you felt Emily’s eyes burning into you.

“Why would you say that?” She asked.

“Say what?” You glanced over at her before going back to the computer. She furrowed her eyebrows “That you’re no Garcia. She recommended you, that’s why you were chosen. You have done nothing but prove your abilities time and time again. You’re incredibly talented.” She placed a hand on your wrist.

You froze “Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate it” you said, looking at her thumb rubbing circles on your wrist.

“Why do you refuse to call me Emily?” she asked just as a match appeared on the computer “I have nothing against calling you by your name” You said, calling Luke to avoid this conversation going to a place where you'll have to admit the fact that her name causes your stomach to erupt in butterflies.

“Hey Techie, got anything good?”

“I always do. Willard Ross, arrested for agravated assault with a weapon.” You said, stiffening as Emily leaned in closer “The weapon was an axe…” She muttered.

“I am sending over his information right now” You said, pushing your glasses up.

“What would we do without you? Great work” Tara shouted over Lukes phone.

“I know, Go catch him” you said, hanging up with a smile. You turned towards Emily for the first time today “Good job, tech” she said, patting your shoulder. Your muscles tensed under her touch, yet she did not remove her hand or move away from you “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“I did, I-I have nothing against calling you by your name” You repeated, not daring to look beyond the screen in front of you.

“Thats not an answer” she paused for a moment and watched your body language. Flushed cheeks, elevated heartrate, stiff, stuttering. A cheshire smile spread across her face. “Call me Emily.” She murmured.

That was what finally made you spin around to face her, lips parted and eyes wide in shock. Your heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest.

“Did you not hear me? Call. Me. Emily” she persisted

“Emily” you finally said, barely louder than a whisper. She grinned even wider, patting your cheek “Now was that so hard?” she cooed, rubbing her thumb across your jawbone as you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes “You really aren’t good at answering questions.” she chuckled, letting go of your face and leaning back in her chair.

“Please don’t tease me” You pleaded, turning back to your computer, “I really don’t think I could take it.” you said with a huff, pressing your palms to your face to try to cool down.

“How could I tease you? You’re such a good girl.” She practically purred.

Your breath hitched “Thats- I- Uh” your hands froze, shaking over your keyboard. Your eyes darted around the screen as you felt your chest rise and fall more rapidly “Thats hardly appropriate, Ma’am” You managed to get out.

“Oh? Then should we finish this conversation at my house tonight?” She asked, tilting her head.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x female reader #Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader #emily prentiss fanfiction

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femscottlang · 8 months

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SORRY FOR THE UNANNOUNCED HIATUS I AM BACK AND THE EMILY FIC IS COMING

#i'm sorry #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch x reader #emily prentiss x reader #i lived in the woods for 11 weeks

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femscottlang · 1 year

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Emily fic is coming soon ‼️‼️

I wanna start a new series...

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femscottlang · 1 year

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S&M -Part Two

Aaron Hotch X Reader

Summary: The new BAU agent has been very reserved. You rejected the offer to go out with the team on a Friday, already promising your friends you’d go out with them. Turns out you all ended up in the same club and Hotch sees a completely different side of you

Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI, EXPLICIT, absolutely filthy, I feel like desperate!cocky!hotch is a warning I have to make, uhh slight switch!hotch, switch!reader

Word count- 2k

A/N: UHhhHhh here you go yall fuckin asked for this

“You are seriously testing my restraint” he groaned, running his hands through his hair before picking up his drink and taking a large swig.

“I’m testing your restraint?” you asked with a scoff

“Yeah.” he said “I’m not the one wearing the little dress. Stop pulling at it, the fabric isn’t going to get any longer” he teased

You let go of the hem of your dress “I’m not the one wearing the tight shirt. We get it, you have a nice body.” you sneered, finishing your drink in order to maintain the confidence “rolling up the sleeves to show off your arms” you muttered, hiding a smile

He looked at you surprised with raised eyebrows before looking down at his choice of clothing “This does it for you?” he leaned back against the counter, smirking “Should’ve told me sooner, newbie”

You opened your mouth but no sound came out, just a shaky breath. No one has the right to look that attractive. You finally gained composure and said “It’s unprofessional to be flirting with a subordinate” mirroring him and leaning against the counter “And stop calling me that”

“Would it be too childish to say that you started it?” He asked with a chuckle that struck your chest like a brick. “What would you prefer?” he asked as you turned to look away from him in a desperate attempt to breathe. This made him lean in, whispering in your ear “C’mon. Tell me. I’ll call you whatever you’d like, darling” he coaxed, a cocky smile painted on his lips.

You shuttered before walking away without another word. You stomped over to your two friends “Do you two need me to stay or can you watch out for each other?” you asked, jittery with nervous energy “I’ll stay if you need me to.”

Your friends rolled their eyes “Go. Now. Before you second guess yourself” One says, nudging you back towards the bar.

“If you don’t go with him I will so make up your mind,” the other says, waving you away. You nod with a giddy smile, walking back to the bar

You went back to a worry-ridden Hotch “Are you alright? If I’ve made you uncomfort-” you shushed him which made him look at you with an amused smile “Are you seriously shushing me?” He took a step closer to you

“Yes I am, sir.” you stood up straighter “You’re an evil man, do you know that?” you asked, letting a small smile curl back onto your lips.

“Oh, am I?” he said, his fingers twitching. Wanting to touch you, but hesitant to make the first move even with the liquid courage. “What have I done that is so evil? Enlighten me.”

“That. What you are doing right now,” you muttered, letting your urges win and reaching out, running your hand down his bicep to his wrist. You pulled him closer “being all sly and charming.” you dragged your hand back up his arm to his chest where you could feel his heart pounding. He put his hand over yours “Do you see what you do to me?” he huffed, taking your hand off of his chest and pulling you out of the club.

“At least buy me dinner, Sir” you teased as you stepped out into the warm summer night. You watched him pull out his phone and order an Uber before he turned back towards you “Tell me no right now” he said sternly, facing you

“What?”

“Tell me no and we will pretend like this never happened. I will go home and go to bed and you will go back in and dance with your friends and go home with a random guy who you’ll never talk to ag-” You grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, pressing your lips against his. He swore his knees almost gave out under him as he gripped the back of your head with one hand and held you against him with the other.

you felt his hands tremble against you in stark contrast with him moving confidently to kiss down your neck, lightly pulling your hair to lean your head back. “Sir” you sighed, running your fingers through his hair

“Aaron. please. Call me Aaron.” he pleaded, stopping when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked at the car and then at you. you smiled and tilted your head “Are we gonna go or are we going to stand outside the club making out like we're college students?” you asked, smoothing down his collar and fixing his hair a bit

“Go. We’re leaving.” he said, his lips were the prettiest shade of pink to match his cheeks. He moved to the car, opening the door for you before climbing in after. you rode in comfortable silence, his hand on your knee to keep you from bouncing it. You got out of the car and he led you to his front door with one hand fetching his key out of his pocket with the other.

You studied his back as he walked ahead of you, admiring the way it flexed as he moved. As you were past the front door, he pushed you back against it. His lips on yours and his hands roam over your body, not daring to touch your bare skin. The kiss was desperate but soft. You were shocked at how gentle he was. He didn’t pull away as he led you into his bedroom, thinking that you deserved better than being fucked in his foyer

“God this is so unprofessional” Aaron mumbled against your lips as you untucked his shirt and began to unbutton it

You pulled away to smile at him “Should’ve thought about that before you started flirting with me” You pushed his shirt off of his shoulders as he kissed down your throat “Aaron…” you said under your breath, your head back against the wall

“You shouldn’t’ve worn this goddamn dress” He groaned, dropping down to his knees. You looked down at him, chest heaving with anticipation as you run your fingers through his hair. “What’s wrong with my dress?” You asked playfully as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. He kissed your inner thigh “Nothing. That's what's wrong with it.” you let out a surprised yelp as he lifts your other leg up.

He pressed his thumb against your core and you swore you saw god as he dragged his tongue up the clothed seam of your pussy, moaning against you.“These need to be off” he said, pulling them down just far enough to be behind his head “God I have thought about this too many times” he muttered, rubbing your clit with his thumb “When you wear those little fucking pencil skirts. Every time you crossed your legs I couldn’t think” he confessed before kissing your clit.

You gasped “I wore those for you. I saw the way you looked at me” Your eyes rolled back, gripping his hair. You didn’t dare to look down until that moment, watching Aaron between your legs “God you’re fucking beautiful, Aaron.” You whimpered, grinding against his face. His hands wrapped around your thighs, nose nudging your clit with every movement of your hips. This encouraged him more, groaning against you. This was enough to send you over the edge, your head thrown back against the wall as he tightened his grip on your thighs.

As you were coming down, he didn’t slow or even pull away to breathe. You watched as his hips bucked against nothing “Aaron p-please- oh my god o-oh” you sobbed, pulling his hair to try and stop him from overstimulating you. He didn’t listen to your pleas, taking a hand off of your thighs and pushing your chest back against the wall. Once you came down from your second high, he finally pulled away, looking up at you with adoration. At that moment, Aaron was your disciple, worshipping you on his knees. In this act, he was trying to repent for the sins he had committed. When his tongue curled inside of you, he had sworn he finally made it to heaven. You pushed his hair off of his forehead, letting out a hum as you admired your slick smeared on his face. “Couldn’t even wait until my shoes were off, handsome?” you asked, taking one of your legs off of his shoulders so he was no longer supporting your full body weight. your breath hitched at the sight of him on his knees, looking up at you like you just fell from the heavens

“You- I just had to” he tried to explain, catching his breath “You’re addicting.” he insisted, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before standing up “Should’ve done this months ago, princess,” he muttered, wiping his mouth with his middle finger before licking it clean. He gave you a cocky smile as you watched him with parted lips. You couldn’t believe this was the same man who barely cracked a smile for the first 3 months of knowing you.

You ran your hand down his abdomen and stopped at his belt, pulling it undone. “I’m addicting?” you scoffed, your eyes widening as you ran your hand over the outline of his cock in his slacks “If you could just see yourself…” you said as you went to get on your knees, pulling his slacks down with you.

He held his breath as he watched you pull down his boxers, freeing his leaking cock.“Please…” he begged as he stepped out of his slacks, not knowing what for. you dragged your tongue slowly from base to tip, caressing his strong thighs. “So pretty, Aaron,” you murmured, taking him into your mouth.

He tried to seal his lips shut, but the whimper slipped through. It went straight to your core and only encouraged you to take him further down your throat. He hiccups, pulling your hair into a ponytail in his hand. His hips stuttered, looking down at you desperately “Jesus Christ, darling.” he grunted, brows knitted together in pleasure.

he pulled you off of him gently and helped you to your feet “C’mon princess, lay on the for me” he said, nuzzling into your neck. you chuckled and pushed him back onto the bed “I think It’d be better if you laid back” you said, climbing on top of him. His eyes widened but didn't stop you. In fact, he encouraged you by grabbing your hips, grinding your core against his.

You let out a surprised squeak “I need you in me, Aaron please no more teasing” you pleaded, lifting up your hips and lining his cock up with your entrance. You shuddered as you slowly sunk, easing yourself slowly down into him until your hips pressed together. your ears are ringing, vaguely acknowledging his praise as you move against him.

“Look at you take all of me. there you go, take it all” he encouraged, aiding you in rolling your hips. “that's it- f-fuck.” he threw his head back against his pillows, bucking up with enough force to cause you to fall against his chest. you gasped and dug your fingernails into his shoulders, moaning into the crook of his neck as he set a brutal pace

“I'm sorry darling, I couldn't hold back anymore. S-shit you feel so good, princess,” he grunted, gasping at the feeling of you clenching around him.

You let out a choked sob “fuck I'm so close, Aaron please please” you cried out

“Fuck let me pull out, baby,” he whispered, his hands gripping your hips so tight that you knew there would be bruises. “Princess, please I’m gonna cum” You shook your head no, pushing your hips back against his to prevent him

“God, fuck- take it.” He let out a broken moan, pressing you impossibly closer.

He gently laid you down, kissed your cheek and went to the bathroom. He came back out with a damp rag “You feeling okay?” he asked softly, cleaning you up

you let out a tired scoff “Okay? I think you ruined all other men for me” you giggled

“Good.” he hummed, throwing the rag in the hamper and climbing back into bed with you “You won't need any other men.”

#aaron hotch fic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch smut #aaron hotchner smut

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femscottlang · 1 year

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derek: has anyone told you you're kinda babygirl?

Hotch: I'm a 53 year old man. and your boss.

Derek: whateva you say, babygirl.

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Red, Blue, and Black

Frank Castle x Reader

Summary- After meeting Frank Castle and Matt Murdock while trying to gain information for Nick Fury, you find yourself taking care of these two grown men who are constantly getting themselves hurt. One day they bring in a half-dead kid in a spider costume.

Content warnings- UHhhh injuries, angst, fluff, death threats, I think Frank just being himself needs a warning tbh.

Word Count ≈ 2k

A/N- This isnt exactly canon but this takes place after No Way Home and this is absolutely so self indulgent i just thought this would be like kinda sweet.

You pushed open the door to your apartment and dropped your stakeout gear on the kitchen table, letting out a huff before going to your fridge to pull out a beer. You opened it on the counter and stomped to the couch to slump down, letting your shoulders drop for the first time in 2 days. Rubbing a hand over your face, you reach for the remote to put on a thoughtless program, in hopes of distracting yourself from your aching limbs.

As you were flipping through the channels, you heard your window being pushed open. You whined and stomped your feet, putting your beer on the coffee table before standing up and helping Matt open the window. He climbed in with a sheepish smile, taking off his helmet and moving out of the way for Frank to climb in. You sigh and put your hands on your hips, looking at the ceiling and praying to Saint Monica for the patience to deal with these two.

You watched as frank came in with his back to you, being more careful, slow and deliberate with his movements than you had ever seen before. It was Matt who was more careful and rational whilst Frank just destroyed everything in his path. You looked at matt in concern who was laying on the chair holding his side. He waved you away “Don’t worry about me right now” he grunted, running his finger through his sweat-drenched hair.

This just added to your confusion as you looked back at frank you had finally gotten through the window and turned to face you, laying down an unconscious man in a suit on your couch. “A new superhero? we have enough of you guys. Frank go get my kit” you grumbled, pulling your hair back into a bun and taking off the button up you had over a tank top. “Yes ma’am” he said, hesitating to leave the new found vigilante before going to your bathroom, grabbing the kit and coming back out.

You had rolled him over, unzipped his costume and was examining the giant gash from his left shoulder to his right hip “Jesus fucking christ what happened?!” you hissed, opening the kit and disinfecting the gash to the best of your ability before reaching up and taking off the mask to help the vigilante breathe better.

As soon as you saw his face you shot to your feet, your heart sinking to your stomach as you felt the blood drain from your face. You looked at Matt and Frank, fuming “you better tell me right now that this is just a guy with a baby face. You have to” You pleaded, looking back at the unconscious kid on the couch.

Frank sat on the coffee table, taking a sip of your beer and watching you work “I didn’t ask for an ID, doll.” he shrugged, resting his elbows on his thighs.

“Are you two fucking serious?! This kid can’t be older than 18, max. This is a child! Its one thing for you two to come into my apartment half dead but to bring a child?!” You reprimanded, going back onto your knees in front of him and starting to stitch up the gash before the kid can wake up.

Matt said your name and tried to sit up “If he wasn’t with us he would be doing this by himself anyways.” you glared over your glasses at him “I expected this shit from castle, but cmon.” you let out a shaky breath, wrapping his abdomen to keep the stitches clean. “Hes a kid.” you used some hand sanitizer and iodine before going over to Matt “lose the suit” you murmured as he took off the top of it. You looked at the bullet hole, moving to look at his back to see if there is an exit wound. You reached in your kit and pulled out your tweezers, looking up at Matt to make sure he knew what you were doing. He nodded as you doused them with iodine and pushed against his chest to get him to lay further back. Frank stood up and walked behind the chair, wrapping his arms around matt to restrain him.

This was a familiar routine to you three, happened at least one a week whether it was Matt being held down or Frank. You winced every time you heard him whimper in pain, but eventually you fished the bullet out, repeating the movements of stitching and bandaging as you did on the vigilante. You went to the kitchen to wash your hands and face, leaning over the sink. You tried to organize your thoughts, wanting to avoid having a child die on your. You huffed as you heard heavy footsteps behind you.

“Angel…” Frank grunted, leaning his back against the counter next to you

“Don’t Angel me, Castle. You bring a kid. A child into my apartment. There is a kid dying on my couch.” you frantically ran your fingers through your hair as you began to pace in front of him “If he dies, how are we gonna explain that. Please enlighten me. And how did you come out relatively unharmed and the kid is half dead?!” You stopped in your tracks and poked a finger at his chest “So help me god Frank, if that kid dies your next. You know I know people.” you said through gritted teeth.

“I know you know people.” he said, taking your hand and kissing it before holding his against his chest with both hands. “Stupid kid is too selfless. No regard for personal safety. Tried to stop him,” you looked at him skeptically “I did.” he insisted “So did Red. How’d you think he got shot. Fuckin’ idiot” He grumbled, letting go of your hand and pulling you agaist him

You felt his chest vibrate as he talked, which inexplicibly always grounded you. He knows that. “Order some food, I dont have anything to eat. Havent been home in a couple days, you’re lucky I just got back” you said as he pressed a kiss to your temple “I know, angel. What do you want?”

You looked up to think “indian. Get me kosha mangsho.” you decided“Matt will want biryani and get butter chicken for the kid. Thats neutral enough and he’ll be starving” you said. He nodded, reaching in his pocket and pulling out his phone. You gently moved away from him to go back into the living room. You knew Matt could hear your conversation so you didn’t bother reprimanding him. “Go take a shower, Murdock.” you said, nudging him “I got one of those old people shower chairs for you and Castle when you two are too hurt to stand.”

He looked up at you and smiled “Thank you. God we really need to stop dragging you into this shit, huh?” he asked as he pushed himself off of the chair “Yeah you do. Now go. You’re gonna get bloodstains on my furniture.” you shooed him off before taking his spot on the chair, watching the kid sleep.

Frank walked into the living room and sat on the arm of your chair “His name is Peter.” he said, his eyes scanning over your face “the kid on the-”

“Yeah. Yeah I got that, Frankie.” you let out an airy chuckle.

Peter began to stir, groaning in pain before trying to sit up and look around. “Ow- Where am I?” he asked, eyes wide. You immediately got up and gently pushed back down the panicking boy “Hey Hey. Hi. you’re alright. You're safe. Please don’t try to sit up you’re gonna tear your stitches.” You said in a soothing voice, looking at Frank “Daredevil and The Punisher brought you here. See? He’s right there” You pointed at Frank, who didn’t even attempt to comfort the poor boy. “Red’s in the shower.”

You watched his eyes frantically scan the room before landing on Frank with the daredevil mask on the floor next to him, he let out a sigh of relief “Ok. ok. Alright” he said, grunting as he sat up on the couch.

You gave him your name “the two of them come to me when they’re hurt. Or hungry.” You said, giving him a weary smile “Frank told me you’re Peter?”

“Yeah, Peter Parker”

“Well, Peter Parker, Is there anyone I should call? I don’t want your parents to worry, hon. I have a car, I can take you home once you’re okay enough to move” You explained, moving back to sit in the chair, putting your hand on Frank’s knee.

“No- uh there’s no one to call” he said solemnly, leaning his head further back to stop himself from crying

“No one? That can’t be true. You’re what? 16?17? You have to have someone.” you pushed “an Aunt? Uncle? Foster parent? CPS officer? A friend even?!”

“17 and no, no one. I live by myself.” he looked down at his hands. He gave you a rundown of his backstory, the spider, aunt may, Dr. Strange.

You looked at him with furrowed brows before sucking in a breath “Well I have an extra bedroom, you’re staying here at least for tonight and are welcome to stay here as long as you need. It was my nephew’s, but he’s in college with his own apartment now.” you said in a hushed voice, reaching for Frank’s hand. He placed his hand in yours and gave it a squeeze

“Foods comin’ soon” He said to peter, not knowing how to navigate the situation. The doorbell ringing was his saving grace as he went over to get it

“Thank you,” Peter said with a sad smile.

“Of course, sweetheart” you insisted “Sorry ‘bout Frank. You get used to his…uh…he’s an acquired taste” you said apprehensively

Matt stepped out into the living room in a t-shirt and sweatpants from the stash of clothes him and Castle have accumulated over the months of staying over. “Peter, why dont you wash up?” Matt urged, still limping from the bullet wound. “C’mon I’ll help you get in” He said, reaching out a hand

“I’ll help the big bad punisher with the food.” You said, pushing yourself up and going into the kitchen. You drag a chair to the cabinets and get out the bowls and glasses, putting it down on the counter before hopping off the chair.

You took a shaky breath and covered your eyes “Fuck…Fuck, Frankie.” you whimpered “Fuck. that kid.” you turned to face him, hot tears streaming down your face.

Frank took a few steps to be right in front of you, holding your face and wiping the tears as they fell “What? What about the kid?” He tilted his head, voice just as stern and harsh as it always but eyes softened.

“He can’t- I can’t-” you took a deep breath to make yourself coherent “You’re a selfish man. You are. I know it. You know it. A-and I am just as selfish. We are selfish people. Matt is too, just not nearly as self-preserving as us.” You reached up and held his hands

“That kid is selfless, you said it yourself. He’s gonna get himself killed, frankie.” you tightened your grip “You and Red are gonna die before he even gets a scratch, do you understand?!” you hissed, chest heaving “If either of you dare to step foot in here alive and he is not? I am getting my .22 magnum and I am shooting you both. Am I clear?” your harsh words were softened by the shaking in your voice

“Hey. I’m not gon’ let anythin’ happen to him, alright? I promise.” he said, pulling you into his chest “Jesus Christ I wouldn't've brought him here if you were gon’ get all attached” he muttered, trying to ease the tension and covering your ears to keep you from hearing Peter cry out in pain while trying to shower.

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I wanna start a new series...

#emily prentiss #steven grant #matt murdock #frank castle #the punisher #moon knight #daredevil #emily prentiss x reader #steven grant x reader #matt murdock x reader #frank castle x reader

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The CPA and SSA- Part three

part one part two part three

Aaron Hotchner x accountant! reader

Summary- The case they're currently working on has gotten bad, the unsub has been stalking the team and they need a safe place to stay. Luckily, Aaron has a girlfriend in Arlington that he has yet to tell the team about.

Contents/ warnings; description of cases, a little bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship, just overall kinda fluffy and sweet :)

N/A- Sorry this took so long !! I am almost done with finals and will have a t o n of time to update and part 2 of S&M is coming soon!

Send me asks and requests! im happy to do blurbs on characters from CM and MCU :)

You silenced your watch buzzing against your wrist, opting for the vibration rather than an alarm in hopes of not waking the man holding you. You grumbled quietly and turned to face Aaron. This immediately erased your irritation from having to rise with the sun. For once, his brows were not furrowed and his face was completely relaxed. He looked 5 years younger with the worry washed away. You traced a finger along his jaw and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You struggled to wriggle out of his tight grasp, gently rolling the heavy sleeper over in order to finally escape. You stretched and then stood there watching him for another minute before going to the bathroom to get ready for the day

Hotch rolled over to wrap his arms around you before feeling am empty space. He shot up before he heard the sink turn on and you humming along to the classical music playing quietly. He sighed with a smile and looked at his watch. 6:32 AM. Even though Jack wasn’t there, you kept to your routine of waking up earlier to take a little time to yourself to get ready before either of them woke up. He ran his fingers through his hair and rolled his shoulders back. You walked out as you were running a brush through your hair “I was just about to wake you up. Felt it was unfair to get you up at 6” you said, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him and kissing him on the cheek

“You know, I always wake up when you’re getting ready? I just don’t get out of bed so you can have your alone time” he mumbled, reaching out and pulling you into his chest “thank you” you rubbed his arm and tried to sit up “Aaron you're gonna wrinkle my work clothes” you squirmed “Hon, let me go!” you laughed as he squeezed tighter before letting you go, getting out of bed and helping you up

“Do you have to go to work? Its honestly best if you don’t.” he said in a more serious tone. You looked at him for a second then huffed “should I really not go? Is it that serious?”

He nodded “Please?” he added, giving a guilty smile, you reached around to run your fingers through the back of his hair, “I won’t go if it's that important to you. On one condition. You have to keep the shirt on until after breakfast.” you grinned, letting go of him and turning to look at the stupid shirt he had on. If you didn’t know any better you would have assumed he was like every other dad in DC, but Aaron was special. Different.

He groaned “Fine! Fine. I'll wear it.” he grumbled in defeat, running his fingers through his bedhead before leaning forward to put his head against your shoulder as a not-so-subtle way of smelling your perfume. Rhubarb, sandalwood, and gardenia flooded his senses. The scent that was so uniquely you. Like a warm spring morning after a storm, wandering through a farmers market in your rainboots.

You let yourself take a moment and appreciate the sight in front of you. It was rare to see him so relaxed, even around you. Drowsiness radiating off of him, his shirt wrinkled from sleeping, slouching in order to be closer to you. Even though you couldnt see his face, you could feel him smile against your blouse. “I’ll call out then.” you murmured, rubbing his back

“it’ll give me a break from having to deal with interns” you rolled your neck in a circle as an attempt to stretch out the crick in your neck from using Aaron’s arm as a pillow. You weren’t much of a cuddler before you had met aaron, preferring your space when you slept and claiming you just got too hot at night. But after the first night sharing a bed with Aaron you were hooked. He held you as if someone would steal you from him. When you would move away, he would find a way to always be touching you, even if it was just his hand on your back.

“Good. They can find someone else.” He said, finally sitting up and pressing a kiss to your temple before going to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You go to the closet and trade your blouse for one of aarons FBI t-shirts and your slacks for shorts.

You looked back at the bathroom to see Aaron trying to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt. You shook your head with a smile and walked down to the kitchen to start making breakfast for everyone. You heard heavy footsteps down your creaky stairs, not bothering to turn around to see who it was. The routine happens the same almost every day, with the exception of you being coerced into taking a sick day. After you preheated the oven, you poured a cup of black coffee into a cat-shaped mug and put a spoonful of honey in, leaving it on the edge of the counter for Aaron. He took the cup and replaced it with your phone and speaker, still playing the same classical music playlist you always had on.

“You didn’t have to wake up, you’re no good in the kitchen” you hummed, reaching into the fridge to pull out a carton of eggs.

“That may be true but if I didn’t wake up, I wouldn’t be able to watch you cook.” he said, leaning against the counter as he carefully took a sip of his coffee as to not burn his mouth.

“You’d think with how often you watch me, you’d learn a thing or two” you teased, cracking all the eggs into a bowl and handing it to Aaron to scramble.

“So snarky first thing in the morning.” he feigned offense as he grabbed a fork out of the cutlery drawer. You looked over at him with a grin, shaking your head “You wouldn’t be with me if I was agreeable.” you stated matter of factly, reaching around him to change the song.

“That’s…true.” he chuckled, putting the bowl on the counter to watch you cut up some mushrooms and tomatoes. You put all the ingredients into a baking dish and stuck it in the oven before turning to face him.

He put down his coffee and held out his hand. You took it as he pulled you into his chest, intertwining his fingers with yours and placing his open hand on your waist. You placed yours on his shoulder as he began to sway with you. He let go of your waist briefly to spin you with a downturned smile, leading you back to him to place a kiss on your forehead.

Penelope got up out of Jack’s racecar bed and walked down into the hallway towards the kitchen, smelling the fresh coffee. She looked in the kitchen before halting her steps and going into the guest room. She shook Emily and JJ awake “you two get up right now and come see whats going on in the kitchen”

“Garcia, is it really worth missing a little more sleep?” Emily groaned as JJ silently got up and stretched

“Just get up, shes not gonna let you sleep any longer” JJ said before motioning for Penelope to lead the way. The two women followed her to the entryway of the kitchen, pointing at the two of you dancing.

The oven beeped and you went to let go of him in order to pull the frittata out of the oven. Before you could, he tightened his grip on you “C’mon, Ronnie. It’s gonna burn and I dont want to go out to get more food” You groaned

“One more song, Pumpkin” he insisted, dipping you so you could not reach the stove. You squealed and swung your head back, letting you see what was behind you.

“Good morning ladies,” you said as Aaron put you back on your feet and went to grab the oven mitts silently. You covered your mouth to hide your laughter and mouthed “He is just embarrassed” silently to the girls.

"Didn't know you were such a romantic, boss man" Emily snickered as you handed her a cup of coffee and went to set out cream and sugar for everyone

"I'm not" He grumbled, picking back up his coffee after he set the pan on the cooling rack.

"When you try to reprimand, your subordinates maybe don't be holding a cat mug, Hotch" JJ chimed

Once everyone was up and around the dining room table, you had gotten into a debate with Spencer about Pavlov's Dogs.

“I don't know how ethical that is…” Spencer muttered, you waved your hand in dismissal “No no. It’s for his own good. Every time he walks past me I give him a kiss and a sip of water. That way every time he walks past me he will get thirsty and want a drink of water. I'm forcefully hydrating him!”

“You are evil, you know that right?”

“I am fully aware. I already did this to my subordinates to get them to turn their spreadsheets in on time.” you grinned, grabbing Aaron's arm as he walked past you to get to the living room. You pulled him down and gave him a kiss on the cheek before holding up your water bottle “Water, honey?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

He smiled and leaned over, taking a sip “Thank you, love.” he kissed your hand that clung to his wrist before slipping away and going to talk to Rossi.

“Wow.” Spencer chuckled and leaned back in his seat. “Honestly I am more shocked that he has not catched on”

You smiled and shrugged “Honestly? He probably has.”

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I have been swamped with midterms and haven't finished part three of The CPA and SSA but here's a little blurb

“You are evil, you know that right?”

He smiled and leaned over, taking a sip “Thank you, love.” he kissed your hand that clung to his wrist before slipping away and going to talk to Rossi.

“Wow.” Spencer chuckled and leaned back in his seat

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner #aaronhotchner #aaron hotch fic

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#aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch x reader #ssa aaron hotchner #for scientific purposes #i totally don't have two options written up

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Masterlist

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Series

The CPA and SSA:

part one

part two

part three

S&M (18+)

Part One

Part Two

Marvel

Frank Castle

Red, Blue, and Black

Requests are open and can be sent here !! <33

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S & M

Part Two

Aaron Hotchner X Fem! Reader

Summary: The new BAU agent has been very reserved. You rejected the offer to go out with the team on a friday, already promising your friends you’d go out with them. Turns out you all ended up in the same club and Hotch sees a completely different side of you

Warnings: 18+, suggestive language, drinking

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This is completely inspired by the song S&M by Rhianna and fleabag, I hope u enjoy the reference

my suggestions are open !

Sitting at your desk, finishing up the last bit of the paperwork that you had to get done today, Emily approached you and leaned against the side of your desk. “Hey, the whole team is going out tonight, you in?” she asked, giving a kind smile. The team hasn’t pushed you to open up yet, giving you time to understand the different dynamics and where you fit in. You enjoy the team's company, but getting drunk around them before you're able to have a non-work related conversation with them that isn’t small talk sounds like your worst nightmare.

Especially being drunk around your very stoic, extremely attractive boss. You gave her an apologetic smile “I promise my girlfriends I’d go out with them tonight, but next time it's a yes” you said

She nodded and pushed herself back onto her feet “Im holding you to that, newbie” she said, giving you a wink before walking over to morgan shaking her head to tell him that you said no. you let out a sigh and stretched your arms above your head, shutting off your computer and packing up your briefcase. You waved goodbye “have fun guys!” you said before making your way to your apartment

You traded your conservative turtleneck, slacks, and courthouse heels for a tight backless mini dress and black stiletto pumps. You took out the low bun and shook your head before looking in the mirror and deciding it looked fine after running a brush through it. You looked in the mirror with a smile on your face.

This was the first time you got to go out and destress since joining the team 6 months ago and it was desperately needed, but you couldn’t stop thinking about what hotch would be like drunk. Relaxed? never. You thought about the rare moments that he smiles and lets his dry humor shine.

Now you kinda wish you went so you could see what he would do. Maybe he’d wear that quarter-zip he wore in Alaska. Maybe a tight polo, or even better, a tight button-up without a tie, sleeves rolled up to show his arms. You bit your lip to hold back a smile and shook the thought out of your head, slapping your cheeks as you heard your friends knock on your door.

After pregaming at your place, you and two of your friends took an uber to a club you had never heard of before, but the girls hyped it up so you gave in and agreed to go. “I'm so glad we got you to go out. We thought we would never see you again” one of them said, dramatically leaning against you in the cramped backseat.

You scoffed and pushed her back up giggling “I work at the FBI, your office is like ten minutes from HQ,” you said “still” she pouted before you put a hand over her face “This is the first time I’ve even been home on a Friday night and haven't been completely exhausted! So stop complaining and let's have fun,” you said

The three of you walked in, immediately heading to the bar and ordering a round of shots after deciding that you needed a little bit more liquid courage before hitting the dance floor. Scrunching your face and letting out a huff, you relaxed and let the heat spread from the apples of your cheeks to the tips of your ears and down the rest of your body.

You closed your eyes, trying not to cringe at the taste as you were grabbed and dragged out to the crowded dance floor as S & M by Rhianna came on over the speakers.

You grinned, swaying along to the music and running your hands over your body, glaring at the guys who dared to try and approach you. You lost interest in one-night stands a while ago, knowing you just get too attached too quickly.

“I might be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it, sex in the air I don't care I love the smell of it” you and your girls sang to each other, grinning. One of them spun you around as she did you made eye contact with the last person you expected to see, Aaron Hotchner.

“sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me” Once you were able to drag your eyes away from his you saw the whole team looking at you with amused smiles. Your eyes went wide like a deer in headlights, your stomach dropping “oh no.” you turned back around immediately, suddenly feeling sober

“Okay don't look at the same time but my entire team is here. Like. everyone.” you said as their heads both snapped to your team, “I said not at the same time!” you hissed, putting your hands on your face “This is my literal worst nightmare. We gotta go to a different club, they cannot see me drunk,” you said, pacing in your small space of the dance floor

“is that the boss that you were talking about? I understand why you have a crush on him” you looked at her with wide-eyed “shush! I told you that in confidence!”

“Whos the one with the long hair and the sweater vest? Can you introduce me?” the other said. That pulled a laugh out of you

“Dr. Spencer Reid. and absolutely not keep your paws off my colleagues, you minx” you joked before looking at them again, seeing them smile at you and whisper to each other.

“Stay here, I'm gonna close our tab,” you said, walking back towards the bar. The worst part was that Hotch was wearing a tighter button-down with no tie, switching his usual white one for black. No one should look that good. It's unfair to the other guys at the club.

Aaron wasn’t keen on the idea of being in a club, claiming he was too old for it, but Jessica had Jack for the weekend and he didn't want to go back to an empty apartment right away. He sipped on his second neat bourbon of the night, knowing that the rest of the team would be drinking more and he’d have to make sure none of them did anything too stupid.

“Oh my god.” He heard Penelope screech “Look! Newbie!” she said, pointing at you on the floor. Hotch followed her finger and watched you move to the music completely relaxed and smiling, a complete 180 of your usual professional rigidness and tightlipped smile. His lips parted as he watched you, not looking away once you met his eye. His ears burned as you sang along to the suggestive lyrics. He coughed and looked away, finishing off his drink and getting up to get another silently.

You stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender to finish making his drinks as you reached in your bra for your card, tapping it against the counter to the beat of the music. You looked back at your friends to make sure nothing happened to them and they looked at you with shit-eating grins, pointing behind you.

You gave them a confused look before you looked to your right, seeing Hotch inches away from you. He waved over the bartender and you prayed that he didn’t see you standing there. “I'll get another bourbon neat and” he looked at you “what would you like?” he gave a small smile.

A rare sight that sent shivers down your spine as you pulled down the short hem of your dress to try to appear a little more modest.

“Oh no worries, Sir, I-I was just going to close my tab.” you explained, reaching over to hand your card to the bartender, he grabbed your wrist and put on back against your chest “you don't have to leave because we’re here. You deserve to relax with your friends.” You looked down at his large hand wrapped around your wrist and trailed your eyes from his hand to his rolled up sleeves displaying his veiny arms and across his chest, the shirt emphasizing his physique with the first few buttons left undone. Your breathing sped up as you finally made eye contact with him again.

Give it to me strong, meet me in my boudoir make my body say-

“Alright, uh I'll just take a whiskey ginger,” you said, finally breaking eye contact, he nodded at the bartender, who just set down hotch’s bourbon. He released your wrist “and a whiskey ginger for the lady” he gave him a curt smile and picked up his drink.

"you look nice with your hair down, you should wear it that way more often.” he said, his eyes looking over your figure in a way that you'd never seen him do before as he brought his drink to his lips. You reached up and touched your hair, looking down at it “Thank you, sir” you said, twirling a strand around her finger in a nervous manner

He scoffed and shook his head “oh fuck you calling me Sir like it doesn't turn you on just to say it.” he chuckled. You let your mouth fall open, the corners of your mouth turning up as you looked at the team and then your friends to see if they are watching what was happening. The only person seemed to be Rossi, who gave you a thumbs up which only added to your confusion.

"Sir, how much have you had tonight?” you asked, nodding a thank you to the bartender as you picked up your drink. You held the straw and took a sip, not breaking eye contact with him.

He looked away, sucking in his bottom lip to stifle a smile “I see the way you look at me. Cmon. we’re all profilers” you studied his face for a second to see if there was even an ounce of anger.

There wasn’t.

“I thought we didn’t profile each other.” you said, smirking at him. He leaned against the counter, his forearms holding him up “We always profile the Newbies a little bit. You’re lucky no one else has caught on. You’re not exactly subtle.” he said, looking up at the ceiling.

You leaned in closer “And? Go ahead. Profile me. Tell me how I look at you.” you taunted.

He looked back at you, his eyelids hooded. “It's not how you look at me. It's what you look at. I see you looking at my arms. Especially when I am not wearing a blazer. I would have assumed you just didn’t to make eye contact because of my position of authority but you have no problem looking Rossi in the eye. Then I thought maybe you just like strong arms, but you rarely look at Morgan’s, whose arms are bigger than mine.” he said, leaning in closer, his face inches from yours.

“Everyone else calls me Hotch but you only call me sir.” you ran your tongue over your teeth and titled your head, feigning innocence “So?” you said, tilting your head.

“Doll, you’re smart enough to piece it together,” he said, not daring to move any closer.

“What are you gonna do about it, sir ?”

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