#Mick Rawson

[dorelia23]

Probably sold his life to a fourth demon

[missmitchieg]

I know JJ was with Will at this point and even says they make it work with their schedules, I KNOW, but my honest immediate reaction to JJ calling Mick "hot with a sexy accent" was "well damn Jennifer if you like Mick so much and think he's so hot and sexy, why don't you fuckin' date him"

[lassie-farce]

hate it when you wanna be a needy little bitch on your knees but joint pain and arthritis prevents you

[gwen-de-rolo]

matthew gray gubler, matt ryan i thank you for your service BECAUSE GODDAMN

[triptuckers]

a flash of silver - mick rawson

Request: nope Pairing:  mick rawson x reader Summary:  you have something to ask of mick and you’re only slightly nervous he’s going to say no Warnings:  little angst?? reader is a bit anxious thats all Word count: 1k A/N: listen I know suspect behavior came out in 2011 but I only just watched it. anyways, the lack of mick fics on here is criminal. luckily I have a deadline coming up that I don’t care about so I have unlimited free time. enjoy!

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the evening itself had been pretty good. normal, mick would say. you'd arrived back in quantico earlier that day, after solving a case in chicago. it had been a very stressful one, so everyone in the team was happy to get back home and relax.

at least until another lunatic needed to be caught and put behind bars. but that would be a problem for the future.

you'd invited mick back to your place to have dinner and unwind after a long flight. he had happily agreed, every excuse to spend more time with you was an opportunity he grabbed with both hands.

gina would often tease you about being the first girl in a while mick settled for. everyone knew the countless stories of mick's dates. but that was all in the past.

the two of you had been dating for quite a while now. when you first told the team - after prophet walked in on you and mick making out and had blackmailed you for a week - it was a bit awkward, but soon they understood you and mick really cared for each other and you didn't do your job any differently.

it became a habit to go to one of your place's together. you'd most likely end up at yours, given that you had more space and mick had some particularly loud neighbours.

tonight wasn't any different, except mick had noticed some changes in your behaviour. he wouldn't exactly be good at his job if he hadn't.

when you walked through the door, you both dropped your bags. you changed into more comfortable clothes while mick called his sister to check in on her and tell her briefly about the case.

afterwards, you cooked together, a simple but nice meal. mick had noticed the way you were fidgeting with a bracelet on our wrist during dinner. at first, he thought you were just tired, but then he remembered you took a nap on the plane home.

though he knew you really well, at that moment mick had no idea what was going on in your head.

meanwhile, you are trying to think of the perfect time to give mick his gift.

but just as mick had noticed your change in behaviour, you had also noticed his. you could tell mick was watching you more closely. there was only so much either of you could hide from your profiler partner.

after dinner, you decided you couldn't wait any longer. either you'd freak out or mick would guess something was up.

'I got something for you.' you say, jumping right into it.

mick raises his eyebrows at you. so there it finally is. you got something for him? after a split second, panic sets it.

'oh god, did I forget an anniversary?' he says.

you chuckle softly, some of the worries in your mind easing away. 'no anniversary.' you say.

'a birthday?'

'also no.'

'another milestone?'

'no. wait-'

mick watches as you get a confused look on your face while you're thinking hard. then you shake your head.

'no, also no milestones. no big celebrations we missed.' you say.

'what do you have for me?' asks mick.

you smile at him and get up to walk over to the kitchen. you open the junk drawer which contains, well, junk. it was the one place you thought mick wouldn't think to look.

you push some of the loose change, old receipts and lonely buttons away and pull out a rectangular velvet box with a bow on it.

walking back to the table, you see mick looking at you with curious eyes.

'you say there's no milestone or celebration but that box looks very fancy, love.' he points out.

'it's not.' you say, fidgeting with the ends of the ribbon, feeling your heartbeat start to race again. 'I just want you to know that if you don't want it, that's totally cool and I'll just take it back. there won't be any hard feelings and it won't change the way I feel about you.'

'kind of scaring me there, darling.'

'no, I promise there's no need to be scared. just want you to know I love you and nothing will ever change that.'

'I love you too.' says mick, taking the box from you.

he shoots you a quick smile before pulling the ribbon off, and carefully opening the box. now that the lid is off, he can see a flash of silver.

mick looks at you again, a smile forming on his lips.

'love is this...'

'a key to my place.'

mick is quiet, but still with a smile on his face.

'I figured we're always together, and my place has more room, and I really don't want to have to deal with your neighbours every day. plus this is closer to work and-'

'y/n, you're rambling love. are you asking me to move in with you?'

mick watches you smile and blush slightly. god, he loves the fact he can still make you blush after all this time.

'yeah.' you say softly. 'but like I said, if you don't-

you're cut off by mick abandoning the velvet box on the table and taking your face in both of his hands, pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

'I would absolutely love that, darling. why on earth would you think I wouldn't want move in with you? we basically live together already.'

'I don't know.' you say. 'it creeped up in my mind and I started overthinking.'

'I've told you before, I'd do anything for you love, no need to overthink this. or us, for that matter.'

'I know, I know. sometimes I just can't help it.'

'how about I show you how excited I am to move in with you?' says mick, getting up and grabbing your hand.

'we need to do the dishes, though, before they-'

'the dishes can wait.' says mick firmly, pulling you to your - now shared - bedroom.

A/N: thanks for reading! everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. please do not copy, translate, plagiarise or repost my work! some of these are requested by other people and I spend a lot of time and effort on my works <3 much love, marit

[existential-flu]

Mick moments that feel like they would’ve turned into something later in the show

[andforthecoating]

why was mick rawson in literally one episode. THE POTENTIAL this man had was insane. sniper? was in the british intelligence? the chemistry with prentiss? I could go on and on. the cr producers were scared that he would outshine the original team and that’s all I’ll say on that.

[pablohunie1993]

posting this here for my 2 cmsb mutuals

[moltage]

I just rewatched "The Fight" episode of Criminal Minds and while I know you ship Mick/Prophet, I do think Mick and Prentiss should've hooked up at least once. They could've been like John and Sara from Legends of Tomorrow.

oh %100, they definitely fucked. i really like prentiss and rawsons chemistry in that ep, but i don't see a full on long term relationship working for them (it was mentioned in another episode between JJ and Emily as well, she brushes it off as something along the lines of "our work schedules didn't align" and it was nice to see Mick mentioned again hahaha) but yeah. other than that they def hooked up cuz like have you seeennn that sexual tensionnn

[grrrrrrrbarkbarkbark]

I love excited mick gets whenever he gets to shoot.

Hes like "can I please shoot 🥺⁉️"

And then when he does he's like

"Finally ‼️‼️💖💖💖💖💖💗"

[gold-onthe-inside]

it is criminal that we didn't get a single scene of the suspect behaviour team playing laser tag. you just know the whole team would gang-up on mick

[missmitchieg]

JJ and Morgan are cheesing so hard at Mick omg

Meanwhile, Emily looks like she'd rather be anywhere else

[lassie-farce]

Girls be like “oh this is my babygirl” and point to the roughest, middle agest, most traumatized looking man you had ever laid your eyes upon

It’s me I’m girls

[gwen-de-rolo]

IF I FINISH THIS IN TIME, YOU'LL GET THREE CHAPTERS OF TWO BIRDS FOR MY BIRTHDAY

[the-mad-closet]

Heyyyyy could i get unsub!micphet with 14,21,39,54 and optional 41

Ooh, fun! I've never done that dynamic, so sorry if it's not great!

14 - Sadism/Masochism, 21 - Orgasm control/edging, 39 - Intoxication/Drugged, 54 - Obsessive/Possessive sex, (bonus) 41 - Latex/Gloves

~

14 - Sadism/Masochism

"Jon," Mick commands, snapping his fingers and pointing to the ground in front of the chair he sits in.

A small part of Prophet almost wants to roll his eyes and refuse, just to be a brat, but a larger, less rebellious, part of his mind screams a reminder that Mick hasn't had this much time for him in several months and Prophet really wants to get railed today.

"Don't make me ask again, pet," Mick demands again, snapping his fingers twice more.

Prophet immediately goes and slides to his knees at Mick's feet. Mick hums, lifting a hand and stroking long fingers over the hair on Prophet's head. "Good," he says. He takes his hand back and puts it in front of Prophet's chest like he's offering his hand for Prophet to take. Prophet knows better than that though.

With a long, anticipatory sigh, Prophet puts his wrist in Mick's hand and relaxes, trying to keep still. As expected, Mick takes the last drag of his cigarette and sighs, the smoke slowly escaping from between the sniper's lips. Then, Mick pulls Prophet closer with his grip on the elder's wrist and presses the stub of the cigarette to the back of Prophet's arm.

The pain burns. Of course it does, it's a cigarette, and the pain radiates up Prophet's arm, settling nice and neat in his wrist and fingers. Prophet goes from soft to hard and heavy in a matter of seconds. He gasps, hand curling into a loose fist as Mick takes the cigarette away.

"I have to take care of the girl's body now," Mick says as he stands from the chair he sits in. "But I'll be back tonight. I'll fuck you if you've been good. You won't like it if you aren't."

Prophet swallows around a suddenly dry throat and nods. "Yes, sir," he rasps.

"You want the ring and plug?" Mick asks expectantly.

Prophet nods, biting back a pleading whine. "Yes, sir."

Mick smirks. Prophet feels a thrill shoot up his spine.

~

21 - Orgasm control/edging

Prophet was in prison for a while, during which his wife divorced him. Granted, Prophet's sex life wasn't that great to start with, but he wasn't expecting this to feel so good.

Mick takes his hand away again, and a choked noise falls from Prophet's mouth. The sniper smirks and backs away.

Prophet twists in his bonds, pushing into and pulling away from the vibrations currently buzzing against his prostate. He whines lowly.

Mick laughs softly. "Come on, Jon," he says softly. "Give us a show."

Prophet glances over to the hetero couple tied to the radiator, getting steam burns because the radiator isn't off. He moans, head thrown back to the ceiling as the. Ibrations get more intense. Fuck, he's in for a long night.

Mick's always more intense while his victim's are captured.

~

39 - Intoxication/Drugged

Mick's high tonight. He's shot up because, of course, he has. Now, he wants to fuck Prophet.

"C'mon, Jon, just a little shagging. Not gonna hurt anyone."

Yes it will, because in the process of shooting up, Mick had forgotten he had an audience of one. A man Prophet would very much like to leave. Prophet's never been good at saying no to Mick, especially not now that they're in the killing business together.

Mick chuckles wildly, reaching up and grabbing Prophet by the back of the neck and pulling him down. Prophet's lips smash against his, a messy clicking of teeth and press of tongue, and Prophet quickly gets with the program and melts.

Mick's hands fumble with the buttons on Prophet's shirt and with a short rip, Prophet is bare chested in front of Mick and panting for air. Prophet's blood rushes south as Mick pulls back and starts nipping at Prophet's nipples instead. Mick takes one hand and trails it down to Prophet's pants, somehow undoing his belt and yanking down his zipper. Then Mick's hand shoves the jeans out of the way and exposes Prophet's red and rapidly swelling cock to the cool air. Prophet's whimpers around a startled swallow.

Mick smirks. He strokes Prophet's cock quickly, nipping and sucking on the older man's nipples, keeping him still with a hand on Prophet's neck. Prophet couldn't hold out if wanted to. He comes long and hard all over Mick's clothes.

"Dirty boy," Mick laughs. "On your knees."

Prophet doesn't hesitate to comply, sinking down on shaking legs, mind still couded from the lightning strikes sparking up his spine. "Yes, sir," he says softly.

Mick's pupils are large and black when he laughs again and rips off his belt and pants.

~

54 - Obsessive/Possessive sex

"Mine," Prophet growls, stabbing the knife into the girl's corpse. "He's mine!"

"Yeah?" asks a long-familiar voice. A hand curls around the back of Prophet's neck, pressing down until Prophet's face down and holding his weight on his arms. The woman's blank, lifeless eyes stare up at Prophet's. Despite all his time thinking that he'd hate the sight of the dead, the fact that he's on all fours over a corpse just turns him on.

Mick kneels down behind Prophet and smooths his hands up Prophet's leg, down his back. "Jealous, love?" Mick asks knowingly. "Hate that she got to put her hands on me? That she knows what this dick feels like?"

Prophet swallows hard as Mick hooks his fingers in the older's belt loops and draws down the pants slowly. "Yes," he whispers, not trusting his voice.

Mick laughs softly. "Look what you've done, pretty boy," he murmurs. "You've killed her for taking what wasn't hers. You did that."

Prophet's blood rushes south. "Mine," he pants as Mick rucks up his shirt and kisses his spine, all the way down to his tail, then down the curve of Prophet's ass, then to his empty, quivering hole.

"Stay still, pet." Mick shoves his tongue inside Prophet's hole. Prophet gasps and comes untouched, spilling his load right onto the corpse's body.

~

(Bonus)

41 - Latex/Gloves

"Mm," Mick says, watching Prophet's hand on his cock. "Love the way you look in those gloves, pet. Go on, use that other hand. Stretch me."

Prophet's dick gives a valiant effort to rise, but is stopped by the cage once more. He whimpers. "Yes, sir."

Mick chuckles. "You'll get your, pet. In time."

~

Thank you! @math-cade

[existential-flu]

no because I need to know what Mick's deal was. he had a little sister he was close to after they lost their parents young. he was a special forces soldier who can't stomach the smell of death. he doesn't sleep, and they made a point of showing Coop give him coffee. his religion is 'lapsed'. he was hyper-competitive to the point of nearly killing a man. his mannerisms were far too relaxed for him to be healthy