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Cold weather: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Christmas bingo day 14 : cold weather

~Oh, the weather outside is frightful…~

“Turn it down.”

“Well, it’s not like the song has nothing to do with reality-“ Y/N retorted not really listening to Hotch’s command “it is particularly cold weather today.”

The words she used were quite an understatement. When the BAU team (strengthen by the fellow DA in the person of Y/N) left for yet another field action, there was no premonition of the upcoming blizzard and the temperature drop. Currently, it was hard to drive due to the heavy snowfall, but neither Y/N nor Derek seemed to be bothered by it. Maybe it was because they were both the passengers, but seemingly nothing could destroy their Christmas spirit, not even an unhinged killer on the loose. Obviously they were professional, as always, but their humour and attitude were something the chief of the unit were struggling to put up with, leaving him wondering why did he even choose those two to come with in the first place.

“Turn it down.” This time it was far more stern, even for Aaron.

“Are you a Grinch now, Hotch?” Morgan grinned from the back seat, earning nothing more than a single grunt from his boss and turning the radio off. “Come on!”

“We’re at work.”

“So what?” Derek whined “working as the profiler does not come along with being gloomy during Christmas time-“

“Morgan!” Y/N felt the need to intervene upon noticing slight, almost untraceable frown on Hotch’s face “enough.”

“Oh, so you’re siding with the boss now, Y/N?” the fellow agent leaned forward from behind the seat “Just so you know, sunshine, that’s treason.”

“He’s not my boss. I’m independent of FBI And what you just said is a slander. Pretty sure is punishable.”

“don’t give me the DA talk, Y/N. Besides-” her friend’s smile only grew wider as he moved to whisper in her ear “are you sure you are not biased because of someone’s presence?”

“Enough. Both of you.” Hotch silenced them way more effectively by pulling off the car, showing his discomfort with the subject of the conversation. Of course he knew, he was a profiler for god’s sake. “We’re here.”

Three other cars were already parked nearby and the rest of the team were waiting Obviously, the crime scene was the open area and they were going to investigate and look for clues during a snowstorm, in the cold, and almost in the dark.

“Tell me again, whose idea was it to come here right away? There is no chance we are going to find anything.” Morgan almost rolled his eyes at the nonsense of the action.

“Not with that attitude, Morgan.” Hotch muttered growlingly, turning up the collar of his coat “You could have stayed at the precinct if you’re just going to complain.”

“Can I still get back there?”

“Guys! Come and see this!” the only excited person present, Spencer, called from the side of the trees, already invested in the searching, standing knee-deep in the snow inspecting something that might have been a trace as well as some irrelevant dust brought by the wind.

“What you got there, kiddo?” Morgan almost instantly moved toward the direction from with Spencer’s voice was coming. He was surprisingly protective of the young doctor. Added value, that he finally left Y/N and the BAU boss alone.

“Cold?” Hotch asked

“What? Cold? Me? No. Not really. Not at all.” She shivered from an icy gust of wind.

“You’re shaking.”

“Am I? Really? Didn’t notice.” sticking hands in her pockets did not bring the intended effect at all.

“Maybe you should be the one heading back instead of Morgan?”

“No way! It’s my job to-“

“You’re the DA. There’s no body here. You’re useless here.”

Oh. Oh damn, that hurt.

“Useless?” she frowned feeling her cheeks flustering from the sudden rush of emotions, unable to hide it “Well I;m pretty sure if you keep dragging your team through the frozen lake in search for clues we will have a corpse in no time.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow.

“Wonder who will be useless then.” She scoffed and walked past him to join the rest of the BAU. However, she didn’t get far when a sudden grip on her hand made her stop in her tracks.

“You’re wasting time.” Hotch pointed out roughly, pulling her along, sticking her gloveless hand in the pocket of his coat, entwining their fingers, effectively hiding the fact from the view.

***

“What got into your head?” he was fuming an hour later, his fiery gaze focused on her shaking silhouette covered by the thickest blanket they could find at the provincial precinct, sitting next to the radiator with the steaming cup of chamomile tea in her hands. “If you were my subordinate-“

“Good thing I am not then, agent Hotchner.” She cut him off with a mocking, teasing look.“Proved my point. Both of them, actually.” Yes, jumping to save Spencer, who turned out to be an unfortunate person under whom the ice broke, may not have been rational, but it was certainly heroic. “we almost had another body. And hey, guess I am not useless after all.”

“We’ll see. But I might see some potential to keep you around.” Maybe it was an optic illusion but it seemed like the left corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

“For work?” she smirked

“Yes.”

That piercing gaze were getting a little bit uncomfortable so just to cover for the additional shaking of her hands (not from the cold) she took a sip of her drink.

“L/N?”

“Hm?”

“You should use more hand cream. Your skin is scabrous.”

What the hell was he hinting at?!

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Domestic Abuse

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I should have left before we moved. Hell, the whole reason we moved was because people started noticing the bruises I couldn’t hide as well. Fifteen years with Chris was now my nightmare. He wasn’t always a bad guy, but then again they never are, are they? We were high school sweethearts and got married five years after we graduated. We had our son Cameron just a few months later. It wasn’t until Cameron turned four that the abuse started. Maybe it was the stress from his job and having a child so young that made him start, but it’s no excuse. I was scared of him. For the first time since I knew Chris, I was scared of him.

It was a Friday night and Cameron was sick. I hadn’t been out of the house that wasn’t for groceries, taking Cameron to school, or an appointment in months. I had asked Chris if he could watch our son while I went out and had a girl's night. Mistake number one.

“You’re his fucking Mother, you take care of him. That’s your damn job.” He growled.

“Chris I haven’t been out in forever. The girls just want to-”

“Oh, bullshit!” He shouted and stood up.

“You just wanna go out and slut around some fucking club like the stupid whore you are! Am I not fucking enough for you? I mean come the fuck on Y/N, you don’t need to work because I fucking provide for you and that fucking kid, who now I’m not even sure if he’s fucking mine because you’re such a whore-”

“Of course he’s yours! I haven’t been with another man since high school!” I shouted back. Mistake number two. He raised his fist and slammed it into my face.

“Don’t you fucking talk back to me!” He shouted so loud I was worried he’d wake Cameron up. He didn’t need to see his Father like this. Tears slowly fell down my face as I looked up at the man I didn’t even recognize now.

“C-Chris, please… J-Just lower your voice or you’ll wake Cameron.”

“I don’t give a shit! You have a great fucking life with me and you’re sitting here trying to go out and cheat!” He screamed. He gripped me by the shirt and lifted me off the ground.

“You get the fuck in the kitchen and grab me a beer then fuck back off to take care of that kid like you’re supposed to.” He growled in my face and I nodded, terrified of what else he’d do. He shoved me away and I fell back to the floor. He sat back on the couch and glared at me.

“Fucking hurry up.” He said and I scrambled to do as he asked. I rushed into Cameron’s room and he was still out, thank God.

A few weeks later Chris was on a business trip and it was just Cameron and myself. I was so relieved to be rid of Chris for a bit, but I knew he’d be keeping track of me and checking the cameras he had hidden in the apartment. I had only found a few, but I had no idea how many there were. It didn’t help that just before he left he beat me as a reminder that I was stuck with him. He wanted to make sure I wouldn’t show my face in public, so I had plenty of bruises to try and cover-up. I did my best, but Cameron could still see a bit on my face. I had to lie and tell him I fell in the shower last night.

It was the last day Chris was gone and I needed to get more groceries. I made a quick list and grabbed my purse. I walked over to Cameron’s room and smiled as I saw him playing with his trucks.

“Hey baby, you wanna come to the grocery store with Mommy? I’ll get you a treat if you’re good.” I said and he smiled brightly at me.

“Otay Mommy!” He said and walked over to me. I picked him and and lightly tickled his stomach. He giggled and pushed my hands away.

“Let’s get your shoes on.” I said and walked to the front door. I sat him on the little bench near the door and helped him put his shoes on.

“Do you want me to carry you or do you wanna walk to the car?” I asked.

“Walk!” He said and I nodded. I helped him hop off the bench and opened the door for him. He walked out and I turned to lock the door.

“Pencer!” I heard Cameron shout and his little footsteps running off. I turned my head and saw him running towards our neighbor, Spencer. Cameron ran right up to him and hugged his leg, making Spencer look down at him.

“Hi.” Cameron said with his adorably goofy grin.

“Hey, Cameron.” Spencer said kneeling to his level. I quickly locked the door and rushed over to them.

“Cameron! I’ve told you not to just run off without me.” I said and he just smiled at me.

“But Pencer home.” He said and I gave Spencer a sheepish smile. Spencer stood up and Cameron walked over to my side, holding my hand. Spencer studied my face and his brows furrowed. He looked me over completely and cleared his throat.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He asked and I forced a smile that I really hoped looked genuine.

“I’m fine. Cameron and I are just going grocery shopping since Chris is coming home tomorrow…” I said and he raised a brow.

“I-I don’t want to seem rude, but what happened to your cheek?” He asked and I felt my heart skip a beat and my eyes involuntarily widened a bit.

“Oh nothing, I just fell in the shower last night.” I said with a nervous laugh. Spencer stepped a bit closer and I flinched. I silently cursed myself for reacting when I knew Spencer would never hurt me. He was always so sweet, even if we didn’t talk a lot. He wasn’t home a lot and we simply had some small talk when we did see each other in the hallway. Cameron loved seeing him though, he always thought Spencer was cool.

“Who did this to you?” He asked in a whisper. I bit my lip and looked down at Cameron who was still smiling up at us. He didn’t hear Spencer.

“Spencer…” I whispered and shook my head. He looked down at Cameron and knelt down.

“Hey Cameron, have you ever seen an abacus?” He asked and Cameron looked at him confused. He shook his head and looked up at me.

“It’s an old calculator.” Spencer said, but he still looked confused.

“It’s helps people count.” I said.

“Oh! No.” Cameron said.

“Why don’t you and your Mom come inside and I can show you?” Spencer asked and looked up at me.

“Can we Mommy?” He asked.

“Uh, we should really go get the groceries.” I said and Cameron frowned. He gave me those adorable little puppy eyes and I sighed. I knew Spencer was just trying to distract my son so he could get some answers out of me.

“I-I guess a minute wouldn’t hurt…” I said and Cameron lit up.

“Yay! Fank you Mommy!” He said and hugged my leg. Spencer opened his apartment and Cameron rushed inside. Spencer motioned me to follow him and I hesitantly walked inside. It was very neat and there were books everywhere. Spencer placed his bags near the door and locked it. Cameron was picking up a book and looking it over. I walked over to him and gently took it out of his hands.

“We don’t pick up other people’s things without asking them, baby.” I said and he frowned.

“Sworry Mommy…” He said.

“It’s alright, he can look at it if he’d like.” Spencer said. Cameron smiled and I handed the book back to him.

“There aren’t any pictures so I don’t think you’ll enjoy it very much.” Spencer chuckled. Cameron frowned and put the book back where he found it.

“Can I see the abracadabra?” He asked and we both laughed a little.

“Abacus, baby.” I said and he looked at me confused. I shook my head and kissed his forehead. Spener walked into another room and came out with a very nice-looking abacus. He placed it on his coffee table and motioned Cameron over. He walked over and looked in awe of the beads.

“See you just move them up and down like this.” Spencer showed him.

“Each bead represents one and each row is a different place value and you just-”

“Spencer.” I cut him off and he looked up at me.

“He’s five. He’s not going to understand.” I said with a small smile and Spencer blushed.

“Right, sorry. Cameron, why don’t you play with this for a bit while I talk to your mom?” He asked and Cameron nodded with a huge smile. He was moving the beads and just having fun counting them. Spencer stood up and walked towards me. He motioned to the other side of the room and I glanced at my son.

“Be gentle, baby. Don’t break it, okay?” I said and Cameron nodded. I sighed and walked over to Spencer while keeping my eyes on my son.

“Who did this, Y/N?” He asked. I was so scared to tell him. I never wanted anyone to see me at my lowest, besides Spencer probably has his own shit to deal with.

“Spencer…” I sighed and shook my head. I looked at him and it was clear he knew something was wrong. He saw my bruises that were way too dark still to cover. He probably saw the way I tensed up when he stepped closer to me.

“I can help you, Y/N. I work for the FBI, if someone is hurting you I can help.” He said and my eyes widened.

“Y-You work for the FBI?” I asked and he nodded.

“Hold on.” He said. He walked over to his bag by the door and came back after he found something. He held out his badge and I carefully took it.

‘BAU SPECIAL AGENT Dr. Spencer Reid’ I read and looked back up at him.

“I-I can’t tell you… He’ll kill me, or my son, or both of us. I don’t have anywhere else to go and I don’t have enough money to leave him. He’s in control of everything…” I whispered as a tear fell down my cheek.

“Hey slow down, I’ll help you. I promise I’ll help you, my team will help you, but I need you to tell me who’s doing this to you.” He said and I shook my head. We both knew who I was talking about but Spencer needed me to say it. I flinched as I heard my phone ring and quickly dug through my purse to find it. Once I pulled it out my throat tightened. Chris was calling me. It was probably because I told him I was going to get groceries, but was still in our apartment building… My hands started shaking and Spencer gently took my phone for me. He looked at who was calling and saw it was Chris. He looked in my eyes and probably could see just how scared I was.

“Y/N I need you to say his name if I’m going to help you.” He said. I bit my lip and stared at him as the phone slowly went silent. There was ding after ding, signaling Chris was texting me. I gulped and took a deep breath.

“I-It’s C-Chris… He hits me, that’s why we moved here…” I admitted quietly.

“Does he hit Cameron?” He asked and I shook my head. He nodded and looked over at my son.

“Why don’t you go sit with Cameron? I’m gonna go call my boss and we’ll get this sorted.” He said and I nodded. Spencer walked into the other room and I took a seat on the couch as I watched Cameron play. He turned to look at me and his smile fell.

“What’s wrong Mommy?” He asked and walked over to me.

“Nothing baby, Mommy just got something in her eye.” I said and forced a smile. He didn’t look totally convinced, but it worked for now. He turned to play with the abacus more and showed me how well he could count.

It wasn’t long before Spencer walked back in and sat next to me. He still had my phone, but I guess he turned it on silent.

“Hey Cameron, how would you like to go visit the FBI office?” He asked and I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah! Please, Mommy?” He asked. Spencer gave me a small nod and a reassuring smile.

“S-Sure baby…” I said and he jumped with joy. Cameron rushed to the door, but before I could scold him Spencer gently placed a hand on mine. I didn’t flinch.

“Do you know if he’s tracking your car?” He asked and I shook my head.

“I-I don’t know… m-maybe?” I said and he nodded.

“Okay, then you need to drive your car and follow me. I’ll keep your phone so you don’t need to worry about whatever he’s saying, okay?” He said and I nodded.

“Come on, Mommy!” Cameron called. I got up and scooped him into my arms.

“I can walk Mommy.” He said and I smiled.

“I know, baby, but I just want to hold you right now.” I said. We waited for Spencer to lock his door before we all headed down to the garage. I placed Cameron into his car seat and he was very excited to go see the FBI office. I wish it wasn’t because his Father is a monster, but he didn’t need to know that. I kissed his head and shut the door. I turned to find Spencer standing there watching us with a smile.

“Just follow me.” He said and I nodded. He stepped closer to me and gently grabbed my hand.

“I promise me and my team will keep the two of you safe.” He said and I nodded.

We each got in our cars and I filled the ride with Cameron’s favorite songs. He was singing and smiling the whole way there. Cameron was the only thing keeping me from breaking down right now. The ride to the office building wasn’t horribly long and I parked right next to Spencer. He gave me another reassuring smile and led the way up to the BAU. When we got off the elevator he led us inside and Cameron was looking around in awe. We walked through some glass doors and into a room filled with desks and a few private offices.

“Hey, pretty boy!” A man called and Spencer looked over at him. The man walked up to us and set his eyes on me.

“Oh and who might this be?” He asked with a smirk.

“This is my neighbor, Y/N, and her son Cameron. Y/N, this is Derek Morgan.” Spencer introduced us. I noticed him stare at my cheek and I glanced away slightly.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said.

“Reid.” A man with a deep voice said. Spencer and I both looked at him and he was dressed in a suit. His face was hard and I couldn’t read any emotions from him. He motioned to another room. Spencer nodded and looked back at me.

“Maybe Cameron should hang out with one of my team members?” He suggested. I held him a little tighter and Spencer could tell I was scared. Spencer came closer and leaned next to my ear.

“Do you want him to hear everything we need to know?” He whispered and I gulped. Spencer pulled back and I gave him a small nod.

“I can watch him.” A blonde girl said with a kind smile.

“Y/N, Cameron, this is JJ.” Spencer introduced. I placed Cameron down and knelt down.

“Can you be good for Miss. JJ?” I asked and he nodded.

“You can just call me JJ.” She said and I nodded.

“Okay, I’m gonna be in that room over there with Spencer if you need me okay?” I said and he nodded.

“Otay Mommy!” He said and walked over to JJ.

“Do you catch bad people?” He asked and she smiled.

“Yeah, we do.” She said as she took him over to a desk. I got up and smiled. Spencer gently nudged me and I looked over at him. He motioned me to go ahead and I followed the emotionless man into the room. It had a small couch against the wall and a round table in front of a TV. Spencer closed the door after him and the man pulled the curtains closed.

“Y/N, this is my boss.” Spencer said.

“Aaron Hotchern.” The man said and held his hand out. I took it and gave him a sheepish smile.

“Please, take a seat.” He motioned to the couch and I sat down. Spencer sat next to me. Aaron sat in one of the chairs in front of us.

“Now, Reid informed me that your husband abuses you and keeps track of you?” He asked and I nodded.

“He’s been blowing up her phone, Sir.” Spencer said and passed him my phone. Aaron scrolled through my phone and his eyes hardened.

“He’s threatening your life and the life of your son.” He said and my heart skipped a beat.

“Please, you can’t let him hurt Cameron.” I begged, letting a few tears slip. Spencer held my hand and gently squeezed.

“We won’t let him hurt either of you.” He said and Aaron nodded.

“Can you tell me how long this has been going on?” Aaron asked.

“About a year. It started maybe a month after Cameron turned four? We moved here because I-I couldn’t hide the bruises as well anymore and Chris didn’t want to get caught…” I whispered. Aaron and Spencer shared a look before Aaron got up.

“I’ll be right back.” He said and left the room.

“What’s he going to do, Spencer?” I asked.

“He’s going to talk to the rest of the team and we’re going to help you.” He said and my eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, JJ won’t let Cameron hear anything. I promise.” He said and I nodded but bit my lip.

“Did you know more than 50% of domestic violence incidents go unreported?” He asked and I looked at him confused.

“W-What?” I asked.

“It’s because they’re scared of their partner.” He said.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Because you’re being strong by letting us help. You told me when you really didn’t have to. You could have just picked Cameron up and walked off to the grocery store and pretended nothing ever happened. You could have stayed scared and continued being with Chris. But here you are.” He said and I stared at him in awe.

“I-I still am scared.” I said and he smiled.

“I know, but that’s okay.” He said.

“Why did you decide to help me? You could have just ignored us too.” I asked and his smile grew a bit.

“It’s my job to help people, I was on my way to work anyway.” He said and I actually giggled.

“Well thank you. I owe you big time.” I said and he shook his head.

“Y/N, it’s my job. You don’t owe me anything.” He said.

“Well, I’d still like to thank you somehow, maybe if I get some money back I can buy you dinner?” I asked and he blushed.

“U-Uh you don’t…” He cleared his throat.

“You don’t have to do that.” He said and I smiled.

“But I’d like to. If you can save me and Cameron from what Chris has become, then I’d really like to thank you somehow.” I said and he slowly nodded.

“I-I think this is the first time I’ve really seen you smile. I’ve noticed how they all looked forced, but I just assumed it was from work stress or from taking care of a small child.” He said and I blushed.

“Cameron is the only thing that makes me smile anymore. Well that and you helping us.” I said. The door opened and a blonde girl with an interesting-looking dress, along with a black-haired woman, walked in and Aaron followed after her. He shut the door and she sat down right next to me. Aaron sat in the chair and the black-haired woman sat next to him.

“Don’t you worry about a thing sweetie! We are going to take good care of you and that little bundle of joy out there. I’m going to hack into that tracker he has on your phone and Morgan is searching your car to see if he’s tracking that too. Then I’m going to work some of my magic and get you back in control of your accounts and you’ll be right as rain!” She said in an extremely happy tone. I stared at her with wide eyes and looked over at Spencer. He nodded with a smile and I looked back towards the girl.

“T-Thank you… You can really do all that?” I asked and she smiled.

“Of course I can! I’m a tech wizard!” She said and I smiled. I couldn’t stop myself from hugging her.

“Thank you so much, uh…” I said with more tears falling. She returned the hug and rubbed my back.

“Penelope. Right well. I’m going to go be your fairy godmother now. You’re in great hands.” She said and winked at Spencer. He blushed and she left the room.

“Y/N.” Aaron said, and I looked over at him and the woman.

“This is Agent Emily Prentiss.” He introduced. I wiped my eyes and smiled.

“Hi Y/N, I’m going to need to ask you about what Chris did.” She said as she pulled out a notepad. I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Okay, I need you to tell me everything he did in as much detail as you can. I’ll also need to take pictures of the bruises without makeup.” She said and I cringed a little. No one really knows how bad they were.

“O-Okay.” I said.

“We can take you to the hospital and make sure there isn’t more serious damage.” Aaron said.

“Oh no, that’s okay.” I said.

“We need to, Y/N, for the report.” Spencer said and I gulped.

“Cameron can’t see, Spencer…” I said.

“Do you have anyone you trust to watch him?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Both my parents are dead, I don’t have any siblings, and my friends are all friends with Chris… I told you, I’m alone in this.” I said, a tear slipping down my cheek.

“I can’t lose him, Spencer…” I said, more tears falling.

“Hey, you won’t lose him, okay? I can see if JJ can watch him, she has kids his age.” He said and I bit my lip.

“That’s too much I can’t ask that.” I said.

“Y/N, we really need to take you to the hospital.” He said. His sweet, kind eyes were begging me to agree.

“We need to make sure there isn’t more serious damage.” He added.

“T-There is…” I whispered.

“Y/N, I need you to tell me everything.” Emily said. I took a deep breath and looked up at her. I saw my phone light up and his name flash on the screen. I gulped and Aaron picked up the phone to look at it.

“I know this will be hard, but I need you to talk to him. Can you do that?” He asked and my eyes widened.

“Hotch, you can’t ask her to do that. She’s terrified.” Spencer said. The phone stopped ringing and Aaron sighed.

“He’s going to call back, let me get Garcia and she can track it.” He said and left the room.

“B-But he’s out of the state, he’s not coming back until tomorrow.” I said confused.

“He could have come back early.” Emily said and I felt my throat tighten. My breathing became heavy and I felt a strong need to get Cameron and run as far as we could.

“Hey Y/N, it’s okay, you’re safe here. Just breath.” Spencer said and gently turned my head to face him.

“H-He’ll kill us…” I whispered in a shaky breath.

“No, we won’t let him, just take a deep breath.” He said and took an exaggerated breath. I tried to follow him and eventually calmed down by the time Aaron and Penelope returned. She sat down and opened her laptop.

“Alright, next time he calls I’ll be able to know exactly where he is.

“You need to keep him talking for as long as possible,” Emily said as she moved to sit next to me. I nodded and my phone lit up again. Chris. My hands were shaking and I felt Spencer place his hand on my thigh.

“It’s okay, he can’t hurt you here.” He said and I nodded. I took a deep breath and answered the phone, putting it on speaker.

“Hey, honey.” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Where the hell are you? You said you were going to the grocery store and now I can’t see where the fuck you are.” He growled.

“I was just taking Cameron to the park first.” I said, hoping my lie sounded convincing.

“You didn’t fucking ask permission to go to the fucking park! You probably left our son at him by himself and went to go get fucked like the stupid whore you are!” He shouted.

“No, Chris I-”

“Shut your fucking mouth! I’m going to fucking kill you and find a proper bitch to take care of MY son.” He said and hung up. I dropped my phone and started breaking down. Spencer wrapped an arm around me and gently rubbed me up and down.

“Garcia, anything?” Aaron asked.

“He’s on the highway, it looked like he’s going to her phone's last location which is-”

“Here…” I whispered. I quickly stood up and headed for the door.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Spencer asked, following me to the door.

“Home.” I answered and went to open the door, but Spencer stopped me.

“He said he’d kill you.” He said and I sighed.

“He’s said it before and hasn’t done it. He’ll just hit me.” I said and Spencer shook his head.

“I can’t just let you leave and go back to that. He came home early all because you didn’t go to the grocery store. You don’t know when he’ll snap.” He said and I shook my head.

“What if today’s the day that he hits Cameron?” He asked and I turned to face him.

“I would never let that happen.” I said and he sighed.

“Please, Y/N, we can help you.” He said and I dropped my hand from the handle.

“I-I have pictures… of what he did to me…” I said and they all looked at me.

“Where are they?” Emily asked.

“My phone, in a hidden folder.” I said. She picked it and and started looking for it.

“Hotch.” She said and showed him the phone. He nodded and looked over at us.

“Y/N, you and your son need to stay here. If your husband is really coming to try and kill you then this is the safest place. Is Morgan still searching her car?” He asked Penelope.

“Yes Sir.” She answered.

“Good, I’ll let him know Chris is on his way and we can meet him down there.” He said and Emily nodded.

“Reid, you can stay up here with Y/N.” He said and Spencer nodded. They all left the room and it was just Spencer and myself.

“W-What about Cameron?” I asked.

“JJ will watch him still, Hotch won’t let him know anything.” He said and I nodded.

“I want to see him. I need to hold my baby, Spencer.” I said.

“You will okay? Just calm down a bit.” He said and gently pulled me in for a hug.

“Just breath, Y/N. Then I’ll go get Cameron and you can hold him as much as you want.” He said, rubbing my back. It took me a little bit, but I managed to calm down. Spencer was a huge help and I pulled back, smiling at him. I wiped my tears and reached into my purse to check that the makeup was still in place. Thank God most of it was and I just had to fix it a little bit.

“Let me go get Cameron.” Spencer said and walked out of the room. I closed my eyes and tried my best to keep my breathing normal.

“You’re safe here.” Spencer’s words repeated in my head.

“We’re safe here.” I whispered to myself.

The door opened and I looked over to see Cameron laughing as Spencer tickled his side. I smiled and the sight made my heart skip a beat. Spencer was such a good person. Cameron looked over at me and his smile only grew.

“Mommy!” He said and squirmed in Spencer’s hold. Spencer let him go and he ran up to me. I pulled him onto my lap and hugged him tightly.

“Mommy, too tight…” He mumbled and I pulled back a bit.

“Sorry baby.” I said and he looked at me confused.

“What’s wrong, Mommy?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Nothing baby, everything is gonna be okay.” I said and kissed his head. I looked up at Spencer and he nodded at me. Everything is gonna be okay.

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arwenlalaith · 7 months ago

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Daddy's Sweet Angel

Pairing: Alex Blake/Reader

Summary: Your father invites you out to the bar with his team and you meet Alex Blake for the first time...and are immediately enamoured.

Word Count: 1616

Author's Note: Free Space fill for @cmkinkbingo2024. Requested by @mariskalover88.

“Won’t it be weird?” you asked your dad through the open door to your en-suite bathroom where you were putting on your eye makeup.

“Why would it be weird?” he asked, a note of amusement in his voice. He leaned against the wall outside your bathroom, arms crossed over his chest while he waited with faux-impatience, a small smile of amusement playing about his lips.

You rolled your eyes in the mirror, even though he couldn’t see it. “Because most of them still think of me as a goofy-looking pre-teen with those ridiculous glasses and frizzy hair...” you said pointedly.

“So?” he countered.

You scoffed. “Dad,” you whined, but had nothing with which to back it up.

He just chuckled. “Do what you want, kiddo, but I think you should come...”

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You couldn’t have said why you ultimately decided to show up that night; maybe it was because you hadn’t seen them in nearly a year while you’d been away at college and you couldn’t help but miss them, many of them like aunts and uncles to you.

Born to Hotch and Haley their senior year of high school, most of your formative years were – in one way or another – tied to the BAU. Derek had been your work-out buddy when you were trying to get on the high school track team. Reid had tutored you through your much-hated calculus class. You’d spent many nights babysitting Henry when Will and JJ wanted to have a date night.

True, they’d all seen you at the worst of your ‘awkward phase’, but they were like family and you missed them. So, you’d given in to your father’s cajoling and showed up...

Reid was the first to spot you as you entered the bar, waving awkwardly from across the crowd. “Hey! Y/N!”

You couldn’t help but smile and offer him a fist bump in greeting once you’d woven your way through the mass of people. “Long time, no see,” you said.

He poured you a beer from the pitcher in the centre of the table (though it was more than half head). “How’s Pepperdine?” he asked.

You shrugged. “It’s a lot of math and physics stuff for now, but anatomy is fun! We get to work with cadavers!” He pulled a face, causing you to laugh. Your attention, though, was quickly diverted by the approach of a face you didn’t recognize.

Reid, following your gaze, was quick to offer up, “That’s Alex Blake – she’s new. Well, not new, I guess, because she worked for the BAU before, but...” He trailed off with an awkward little hand wave. “I can introduce you?” he offered.

You nodded. Perhaps too eagerly...

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You waited until your dad was distracted, then grabbed for his phone where it sat forgotten on the table. You knew his password (of course) and were quick to find what you were after, phone returned to its place before anyone could notice your clandestine mission.

You typed out a quick text, then set your phone aside to await the response... You watched as Alex’s eyes alighted on you from where she stood near the bar, awaiting drink refills. You couldn’t quite read her expression as she seemed to vacillate between several different emotions. Then, she spent several long moments typing.

When your phone buzzed, you were quick to read the message.

“How old are you?” you’d asked.

“Old enough to be your mother,” she’d replied.

With a wicked grin, you changed the chat’s theme to Love...and then, you waited.

She caught your gaze, her expression changing to a wicked grin. She quickly typed out another message. “Oh, sweetie, this can be our little secret...”

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“You’re fucking soaked, Princess...” Alex husked. “Is this all for me?” She nipped her way down your throat, paused at your clavicle to suck a bruise to the surface of your skin.

You were whimpering and whining and squirming against the wall behind you, surely scratching up your bare back against the bricks. Spreading your legs, you silently begged for her attention where you wanted it the most.

Deliberately ignoring your wordless pleas, Alex continued her quest to mark you up as much as possible. “Does this turn you on? You’re a little exhibitionist slut, hmm? Knowing anyone could walk by – even your father – turns you on? At any moment, he could find out what a little whore Daddy’s Sweet Angel is...”

You gasped sharply as her fingers found your clit through the fabric of your panties. “Alex...” you whined.

She immediately stilled her hand, causing you to whimper pitifully in protest. “You can call me Dr. Blake or you’ll be silent,” she commanded.

“Fuck...” you hissed, eyes falling shut and your head falling back against the wall of the alley. There was something so incredibly arousing about the power dynamic at play and you were willing to do just about anything at all she asked of you, so long as she would continue touching you...

“What was that?” she asked, brow rising.

“Please please touch me, Dr. Blake,” you begged.

She grinned wickedly. “Oh, Princess, you have no idea what you’re in store for...” She offered two fingers to you and you were quick to obediently take them into your mouth, laving them with your tongue – desperate to please her, but also impatient to have her fingers back where you wanted them most.

When she dragged her fingers past your lips upon commanding you to stop, the light of the lone streetlamp casting a dim greasy glow into the otherwise dark alley glinted off the saliva coating her fingers.

Then, she was dragging your panties down your legs to pool around your ankles and her fingers were sliding easily into your soaked cunt, drawing a breathy moan from your throat.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asked, watching you with intensity.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you nodded desperately. “Please...” you panted, “Please... I need more.”

She just laughed. “Needy little thing,” she purred. Her thumb found your clit, drawing sloppy circles on it causing your cunt to clench around her fingers. “Hear that?” she asked, then paused so you could hear the sound of your juices squelching with each thrust of her fingers. “You’re so fucking wet for me...”

“All for you,” you said breathlessly, “Fuck... Dr. Blake...” You could barely string two words together, but she seemed to understand all the same and sped up her thrusts.

“Are you going to cum for me, Princess?” she asked. “Cum all over my fingers like the desperate little slut you are?” You nodded, squeezed your eyes shut tight. That earned you a sharp pinch to your inner thigh. “I didn’t say you could do that,” she hissed, “You’ll watch or I stop.”

You pouted a little, but opened your eyes nonetheless, turning your attention to the movements of her hand between your legs.

She proceeded to milk two climaxes from you in quick succession, hand never stilling even as you were sobbed, begged her for mercy. “This is what you wanted,” she taunted, “You’ll take what you’re given and you’ll be fucking grateful, won’t you?”

Nodding, you clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle any further protests that might escape, wanting very much to be a good girl for her.

“That’s what I thought.”

If asked later, you couldn’t have said how long she spent torturing you – switching between leisurely slow strokes and relentless fast-paced thrusts until your thighs were trembling with the effort of keeping you upright. The hand not muffling your increasingly high-pitched keening was scraping for purchase on the brick wall behind you.

What followed was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, the pressure building inside of you suddenly releasing with a jet of wetness from between your legs. You could scarcely remember how to breathe as your entire body spasmed, your pussy still clenching and it took several moments before you even had the brain power to process what had just happened.

You could almost hear the smirk in Alex’s voice as she purred, “Such a messy little thing...” Pulling her fingers from inside you, your cum dripping off them to stain the pavement below. She brought her fingers to her lips to taste you. “Fuck, you taste so sweet... Have a taste,” she suggested, offering her fingers to you.

Once again, you laved your tongue over her fingers, licking up every last drop of your juices in your eagerness to please her. The combination of affection and lust with which she looked at you nearly had your breath catching in your throat.

Suddenly, self-consciousness washed over you as the wave of endorphins from your climax ebbed. You had no idea what to do now, what Alex was thinking regarding your tryst... You opened your mouth to say something (though you had no idea what), but before you could get any words out, Alex leaned in and kissed you properly for the first time, stealing your breath away.

“You must be starving after that,” she said gently once she pulled away, a small smirk playing about her lips. Eyes wide in surprise, you could do nothing but nod, not sure where she was going with this... Chuckling, she held out a hand, patiently waiting for you to take it in yours.

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Later on, when you were falling asleep in her bed, what you would remember most about the evening wasn’t her making you cum in a dirty alley, but her making you laugh ‘til you cried as you sat on the hood of her car, parked at the top of the look-out, eating burgers and drinking milkshakes while you stared up at the night sky.

#criminal minds #alex blake #fanfiction #mine #alex blake/reader #criminal minds kink bingo 2024

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cmkinkbingo2024 · 8 months ago

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It’s time to get kinky! Welcome to Criminal Minds Kink Bingo 2024.

The goal of a bingo challenge is to get a bingo on your card, either by crossing out one line, two lines, or a blackout (full card) by creating fanworks for the prompts randomly provided on the card.

This could be a written piece of a minimum 500 words, a piece of finished art, or another kind of fanwork of your choosing.

Please note that this challenge and blog is for people 18+ only.

Timelines/Deadlines

Until sign ups open, we are accepting kink nominations to be included as options via our ask box. We have a list already, but we will add to it if something is missing.

Sign ups start on May 1st 2024 and will be open until May 15th.

Individual cards will be issued by May 22nd, and the event officially starts on May 26th (you can start creating as soon as you receive your bingo card).

As soon as the event starts on May 26th, you can post fanworks whenever they’re created, in whatever place you prefer. You can tag your fills, bingo updates or WIPs with #cmkinkbingo2024 on tumblr. We also have a collection on AO3 for your works here.

You have until July 31st 2024 to complete your bingos!

How Bingo Works

Lines can be made by crossing out squares in any direction - horizontal, vertical, or diagonal. To cross out a square, use the prompt on it to create and post a fanwork.

You will choose from a large list of potential prompts, marking the ones you would be happy to have generated on a 5x5 square bingo card. This will also allow you to exclude prompts you would not be happy to have to create for.

While that does mean you could create the perfect bingo card, we encourage you to select upwards of 25 prompts, to allow for some randomness in the challenge.

Every card will have a free space in the middle, where you have the option to choose a prompt yourself.

You can request additional bingo cards if you complete a line, 2 lines or a full house and want to try for a second win!

Rules/Guidelines

No plagiarism, art theft or AI generated content will be tolerated in works for this challenge. Participants/works will be excluded at our discretion in these circumstances.

You can post your fanworks wherever you prefer.

Just like kinks are not always sexual, works do not have to be explicit to be entered. As long as it relates to the prompt, SFW content is entirely allowed.

Some of the kinks utilized in this challenge will fall under “real world” kinks, and others under things considered a kink in the context of fanwork creation.

You are responsible for how much you stick to the spirit of the challenge - ultimately this is meant to be fun, and to spur people to be creative, and create content for a fandom we love!

Safety/Your Kink Is Not My Kink

Some of the kinks listed may indicate extreme, upsetting, triggering content, or content you personally find immoral, or that “squicks” you. You are ultimately responsible for the content you consume - if something is not for you, scroll past and/or use the necessary blocking/muting features to exclude this content from your feed.

Please make sure to tag and rate all works appropriately for their content, such as using Archive of Our Own’s warning, rating and tag system, or tumblr’s ‘read more’ function.

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asterias-record-shop · 1 year ago

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ok while we are here i know that bimbo spot is taken but i was just thinking of spencer reid dating a bimbo and i just died. like imagine nobody understanding how his perfect match seems to be the complete opposite of him, but she’s just so perfect for him. she’s like a breath of fresh air for him, worrying about things like her nails and the newest barbie makeup collab, and although people think there’s so substance to her she’s got a heart of gold under her amazingly fabulous good looks.

although she may not have all the knowledge spencer has for his work, she can see the toll it takes on him. she may not be able to help him work through the evidence or keep up in conversations with more intricate theories but she can always be an open ear while she tries to relax him with cuddles, a fuzzy blanket, and a rom-com or letting him vent while she paints his nails to match her own.

and when that isn’t enough she’s more than happy to let spencer find another type of relief. letting him fuck her pretty glossy lips like the perfect doll she is. she’s so eager to please him as well, loving to hear his praises of how good she’s doing for him, “such a smart girl for me, really know how to work that pretty little mouth for daddy”

outside of showering spencer with affection ALWAYS she buys him plenty of gifts as well. spencer got very used to coming home to see shopping bags by the door various times a week; he’s gotten into the habit of bringing them over to the living room so she can give him a proper haul. each time there will be at least one item in there for him. something small like maybe he mentioned he was low on body wash and she found one at target she just knew he’d smell amazing with or a cute sweater she saw that just screamed spencer!!!

and it goes the other way as well, spencer never expected to be so knowledgeable in makeup but he made it a point to know all he could about his princess. before they moved in together, he wanted to be able to buy her her favorite products so she had a set at his place for her so she wouldn’t have to worry about bringing them over. he also quickly learned that a cute lil pout would always win him over which is how he found himself getting his eyebrows tweezed, facials at least once a week, and if she added some puppy dog eyes he would definitely end up with a full face of makeup.

but anything his princess wanted, she’d have because he is utterly obsessed and in love with his hyperfemme bimbo girlfriend <3333

i can keep going forever and im so sorry this was so long but i’m like AHHHHHH 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

OKAY SO I WAS GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING TO GO ALONG WITH THIS BUT TINK JUST MADE IT PERFECTLY. I NEED EVERYONE TO SEE WHAT THEY DID, MUCH LOVE!

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possumnotrat · 1 year ago

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You know what this smells like to me?

Autism.

#bluey cartoon #bingo heeler #criminal minds #penelope garcia #critical role #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #imogen temult #keyleth #autism #critical role is so autism #bee and puppycat #cass #carmen sandeigo netflix #ivy

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darcyfangirlsfrequently · 7 months ago

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CM and Garvez bingo cards after the first two episodes

minor spoilers below the cut

This is the generic one. Team drinks at the party, Roxy pictyre on Luke's desk. I had half a mind to fill in Luke backstory/storyline/personal life bc we got "Lucas" but that felt wrong and I want to save it for smth bigger

This is the Garvez one. Luke is a MENACE and i LOVE HIM

#criminal minds #criminal minds reboot #criminal minds evolution #cme spoilers #garvez #luke alvez #penelope garcia #CME bingo #Garvez bingo

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nescaveckwriter · 8 months ago

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Finding Hope - Warnings, Bruises & Apologies (Part 2) 🩷

Prompt: Bruises - will be in bold,😱

A/N: YAY! My second one for @badthingshappenbingo 🤭, I'm pretty excited about this chapter, it is one heck of a rollercoaster, 😋 buckle up babes😱

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, blood and gore, normal Criminal Minds stuff, going into depth off crime scenes etc, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Dr. Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Meredith Lang.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:2589 😅

Chapter Name: Warnings, Bruises & Apologies (Part Two)

"In my office now!" His voice fills the space ,anger and irritation evident. Knowing she'll probably be yelled at, she walks in. He barely looked at her "Close the door now!" Doing as he asked, standing in front of the tall dark haired man, with his cold expression.

"Agent Lang!" He clears his throat.

"Sir?" Holding her breath

"What the hell, were you thinking"

"Sir I..." Getting interrupted by Hotch. "Did I say you could speak, I'm not done" just nodding her head, keeping quiet.

He looks at the woman in front of him, trying to remain calm, but struggling. "You have disobeyed a direct order, you have put yourself in danger, you have .."

Interrupting him "Listen Sir, I just did what I needed to do, if I haven't followed him, he would have killed his ex wife"

His fist hitting the desk, "Agent Lang, you could have gotten yourself killed, we were still busy profiling the suspect and you just went ahead on your own"

"Sir, I just had a feeling it was the construction worker"

"A feeling, a hunch, you're an Agent you work with evidence..." His nostrils flared.

Her green eyes pierced his "look if I hadn't showed up that 6 month old baby boy, would've grown up never knowing his mother, so yeah, I'm not sorry"

He glared at the short woman "Your not sorry? If we hadn't shown up, you ... You could have been gravely injured, the unsub were beating you with a damn hammer"

"I'll admit that he did, but at least he didn't get to kill his intended victim" she gets cut off.

"Are you even listening? I want a detailed report on my desk first thing in the morning, and this" pointing his finger towards her "this is your first warning, your a loose cannon, Agent Lang, get your act together, you need to do better" he shows to the door "close the door behind you" she didn't back down,she didn’t apologise, no she just walked out with the same damn confidence she entered his life.

Running his hand over his face, sighing this woman is different from most agents he worked with. A hunch? Where have you ever heard of such a thing? He needs to find out more about her, opening his laptop he starts to search for her file.

As she walked through the door, the emotion caught in her throat, she was filled with anger, sadness and fear, towards Aaron Hotch who just yelled at her, towards the suspect who almost had overpowered her, beating her, pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to get the image, the feeling of herself feeling so weak, so fragile in that moment out of her mind.

Plunging down to her chair, inhaling some air, closing her eyes, for a mere second, wanting to kick herself for messing up, if only she weren't this impulsive, if only she could listen to authority better, if only she could follow commands, if only, if only, her palm hitting the edge of the desk, muttering to herself "my whole damn life has been a what if"

The 6ft3 man stood behind her, cup of steaming hot camomile tea in his hand, wondering what ever could she mean by that, he knew what she's done, was irresponsible, and Hotch had a good reason for being angry, but something about her, makes him want to console her, maybe comfort her. He began to speak. "Edi?"

Her eyes opened, turning in her chair looking up at him, "Dr. Reid, can I help you?"

He smiles, "please just Spencer is fine" handing her the cup of tea "Camomile tea is known for its relaxing properties and it being a mild sedative, helps to calm you down both physically and mentally"

Smiling "Thank you Spencer, I really appreciate it, your so kind, I thought the whole team is angry with me"

Removing his hair out of his face, "Oh no, most of them have gone home, they'll be fine tomorrow" clearing his throat "I don't think they're well ... What you did wasn’t right, but I get why you did it"

Taking a sip of the tea "Thank you so much, I just... Well no one listened when I told them it was him"

"What made you so sure?"

Sighing "It was the way he looked at me... Like he was surprised I saw him, you know that I was actually seeing him, in the midst of the people, it's like he was amazed that he wasn't invisible so too say"

Spencer smiles "Oh I see... You said on the plane, that he fits in, but his invisible enough to not be seen"

Tying her hair into a ponytail, "Yeah well, not that my boss sees that point of view"

"He just doesn't like it if one of his team members put themselves in danger"

Before she could reply, Hotch walked out of the office, his voice stern as he looked at them "Go home get some rest"

Without saying a word, she got up, mouthing a good night to Spencer, not even looking at Hotch, as she walked out.

Aaron watched her as she walked away without even saying anything, he sighed, looked at Reid, "Don't say it" he said, sounding sort of defeated.

She got into her car, turned the key, but nothing happened. It didn't start, she sounded a slightly crude "Stupid piece of junk" her eyes started to water, unsure if it was due to the pain or the events that happened. Hands clenching the steering wheel, her eyes closed, trying to reclaim her 'cool nothing can get me down' composure.

The knocking on the car window scared the crap out of her, she jolted her head to the side, it was dark and she couldn't quite see who the figure was. Her hands instinctively reached for her gun, she rolled the window down. The figure lowered down, his deep voice "Agent Lang, need some help?"

She flinched when she saw that it was Hotch, "No thank you"

He smirked "It's a little after midnight, let me just help you, I'll take you home"

Sarcastically "I don't get into car's with strangers"

He couldn't help it, he chuckled, "Oh so you only get on planes with strangers?"

It was her turn to smile a little, "I know you think that was a great comeback but it was terrible"

Scratching the back of his head "True... But let me give you a ride home!"

She felt tired and her body was aching, she mumbled "Thank you"

They got into his SUV, she didn't say much other than giving him her address, well to be honest the tension between them was tight and uncomfortable. He broke the silence when they parked In Front of her apartment, "I'm sorry, I lost my cool with you earlier but..." The way she looked at him right now, made him feel like the bad guy. He went back to his profession demeanour "but don't do it again"

She just looked at him, simply nodded and thanked him for the ride, got out of his car, grabbed her bag, and smiled "have a good night Boss".

He saw the way she flinched when she picked up her bag. The medics at the scene checked her out, but something tells him that she wasn't entirely truthful about her injuries. He absolutely hates that he can't profile her yet and the fact that her file is sealed even with his clearance drives him crazy, he's always been a man who needed to be in control. He watched as she disappeared into her apartment and then he started driving off, thinking he'll contact one of his old colleagues who is higher up in the Bureau to see if he can't access her files.

She walked into her apartment, letting out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding in. Threw her bag to the ground, kicked out her shoes, took off her FBI jacket, tossed it over a nearby chair, walking towards her bedroom.

Her body was aching, her mind racing, the events playing over and over. She ran a hot bubble bath, with some Epsom salts, to ease the pain a little, her clothes fell to the ground, the steam in the bathroom set a calming atmosphere, the hot water drenching her skin, easing the soreness. Her head resting on the rim of the bathtub, her body soaking in the hot water, her fingers swirling through the soapy bubbles. For the first time in almost 72 hours it felt like she could breathe.

What seemed like hours, she finally got enough courage to get out, she stood there in front of the mirror, her body was filled with bruises of the hammer Blow's, some dark purple, and other spots, you could see the blood underneath the bruised skin, letting out a sigh as she gets dressed in her pyjama bottoms, and a tank top, she climbed into bed, hoping, that she could get a good night's rest, or rather a few hours of sleep before work. Struggling to get a comfortable position she finally fell asleep at 3 in the morning.

"NO! Drop the weapon now!" She spoke in a stern voice. The man glared at her with rage. Shouting "Why? Why did you come here, how did you know?"

She looked at him calmly, holding her gun in her hand, "listen, I know your wife hurt you when she chose him” tilting her head towards the beaten up man, lying in a pool of his own blood "but this, what you're doing, is not going to make you feel better".

He laughed, "what do you know about heartache?" Holding his ex-wife in a tight grip, already half-beaten to death, her breathing slow, her head hanging, he gripped her even tighter, pulling the hammer away to get more force on the next blow. "She ruined my life!"

Holstering her gun, throwing her hands in the air, shifting her stance, bit more, analysing the situation it was now or never, she needed to do something immediately. She ran towards him, kicking him in the face, the poor beaten woman stumbled to the ground, but the unsub just staggered a few steps backwards, she tried to get the poor woman out of danger, that's when she felt the first blow, to her back, then her kidneys, then between her shoulder blades, she turned around, her balled fist meeting his ribs, the man was heavy build, and much larger than what she was, not being able to reach his face, he didn't even move an inch, he reached out and gripped her throat, lifting her , her feet tangling mid air, the hammer blows kept coming, each blow added more pain, her breathing became more and more restricted, that's when she heard the deafening sound of the gunshot, as the man came to a fall so did she, through her blurry vision she saw that Derek fired the weapon.

She woke up, sweat on her forehead, heart racing, her breathing rapid, she clenched her fist, her throat felt tight, closing and reopening her eyes again, she hadn't felt this way in a very long time. Running her hand through her hair, wiping the sweat from her furrowed brows. Glancing over at the digital clock, 04:00, mumbling underneath her breath "Great, a whole hour of sleep," she got out, feeling stiff and in incredible pain, she walked to the kitchen, for some coffee.

He walked into his office, sat down in his chair, he lived for these early mornings, no one to disturb him at work, chuckling down his coffee, placing his fomo cup down, the file caught his attention, he opened it, it's the typed out report from Edi Lang. Confused, it's not even 7 in the morning yet, and he dropped her off last night, so what, how did it end up on his desk, he didn't see her when he got in. He got up and walked over to her desk, she wasn’t there, so he walked to the kitchen, then he walked into the hallway, he heard some heavy breathing coming from the gym. When he walked in, his eyes widened, it was Edi, she was busy working out.

His eyes lingered on her body, maybe a little to long, she was fit, muscular even, the outline of her body was enough to make any man look a little longer than he should, her dark hair was tied up, exposing her neckline, but what really drew his attention was the bruises on her body, she wore a sports top, which exposed the skin on her abs and back, he flinched, his jaw clenched ,he was furious at the moment, why the hell is she throwing punches and kicking and exercising, while she’s so hurt?. He walked towards her, his eyes even darker than usual, he placed a hand on her shoulder, which he rather shouldn’t have done, because she threw a jab right to his lip, he was in total shock as he staggered a bit back.

Panting now “What the hell?” she yelled at him out of breath, “are you crazy?”

He wiped the few drops of blood off his busted lip, “Am I crazy? You just punched me out of nowhere”

Wiping the sweat off her forehead, “well you should know better than approach someone from the back, dammit”

He was slightly amused by her, but of course he didn’t show it. He was her boss so he kept his professional demeanour. “Well all I wanted to say is, should you be working out while you're so hurt?”

Smirking “I need to be better, get my act together, and try not to punch my boss for being a…” she paused, not wanting to upset him further, “you know what nevermind”

He glared at her, he knew exactly where that sentence was headed “you don’t do well with authority do you? Already knowing the answer to that, he looked her dead in the eyes.

She grabbed the nearest towel she could find, dabbing the sweat off of her skin. “Look sir, what I do outside office hours, is my problem not yours” she walked past him, to get to her bag, but he grabbed a hold of her arm, he was about to say something, but her voice sounded somewhere between stern and brittle “touch me again, and a busted lip will be the least of your problems” shaking her arm out of his grip.

He was stunned at that reaction, he was sure, his hand wasn’t that firmly on her. Arm, he felt bad, horrible even, all he wanted to do is stop her, and tell her she should maybe see a doctor again. She threw on a t-shirt and walked out of the gym. He needed to know exactly what it is about this woman that has him so intrigued, she was one hell of mystery that’s for sure.

During the day he watched her, she had this joyful personality when she spoke to some of the other people or her co-workers, he did notice that she formed bonds, rather quickly with Garcia and Reid, he waited in anticipation for his old colleague to send over her uncensored file. When that email notification pinged, he clicked on it, his eyes went through the pages, his breathing hitched as he read it…

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gamma-rae-bursts · 1 year ago

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PRENTISS-THEOREM BINGO!!

Hi friends!! I decided to host a little writing bingo for August and September! <3

Anyone can join in! The submissions can be any genre, pairing and fandom! The prompts include some fluff, smut and angst but the interpretation is fully up to you! There are some general as well as dialogue and song prompts, it can be a reader insert, character/character, character/OC, literally anything you'd like to write.

The submissions can be anything, one-shots, HCs, blurbs, parts of a series, incorrect quotes. If you're not a writer and still wish to participate it can be all sorts of mood boards and GIF sets, literally ANYTHING you wish to create (I know the # says writing bingo but we move, anything is welcome!).

Some example fandoms: Criminal Minds, Abbott Elementary, Law and Order SVU but anyone from any fandom can join in!

The bingo starts on 15th of August and lasts until the 30th of September.

General Rules:

Tag me @prentiss-theorem and use the tag #raeswritingbingo in your submissions.

List all warnings on top of your posts. Please make sure to list ALL appropriate warnings in your fics.

The bingo lasts from 15th of August until 30th of September, if you wish to participate make sure to be in this time frame.

One creation should only contain one bingo square.

Please do not include minors in ANY sort of romantic situations and relationships with the characters. This applies to inserts/OCs/characters.

The longer fics should be posted under the 'read more' cut.

If you're a minor and wish to participate, do not under any circumstances submit any NSFW content. Please and thank you.

I will happily answer any questions you may have. You can also request specific bingo squares with the characters for me to write <3 When the bingo concludes all the submissions will be put together in a masterlist. Please share to reach more people who could be interested in participating!

After the bingo has ended all submissions will be collected into a masterlist, all authors will be tagged <3

Tagging some of my writing friends who could be interested in joining in <3

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Crafted By the Gods

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, smut, oral sex, face sitting. Covers a bingo square and a req from an anon.

You were sitting in the bullpen going over technicalities for a case, listening to the hunch Emily was going off about and you were completely aware that you were both not paying attention and also having the most impure thoughts at the most inappropriate time. What you weren’t aware of was that Tara had stopped paying attention, her eyes drifting towards you, small smirk on her lips as she watched you suck your lower lip into your mouth.

“You’re staring.” She murmured. You were far enough back that there was no way Emily could hear you, and it wasn’t like the task at hand was actually that important, it was nearing the end of the day you were just all trying to fill the time until punch out.

“Am not.” You grumbled back, your eyes never once leaving Emily, “just listening.”

“Yeah? What’d she just say?”

Something about behavioural patterns.”

“She was talking about geography.” Tara snorted quietly and you scowled, finally tearing your eyes off Emily to look over at your friend, “if you’re gonna stare you should at least actually listen.”

“And how am I supposed to do that when she looks like this?!” You quietly hissed back, pulling a soft chuckle from her.

“You don’t get much work done around here, do you?”

“Not if she’s in the room.” You quietly laughed back, “I mean, how could I? Look at her face!” Tara looked back up at Emily, as if she was paying attention to the brainstorming session.

“It’s a nice face.”

“It’s a stunning face. I wanna sit on it.” You admitted with absolutely no shame and Tara chuckled, “I mean, just look at her fucking nose, it was like it was crafted by the gods for eating pussy.”

Tara would have burst out laughing if she wasn’t used to the fact that you had absolutely zero filter. Instead she glanced back towards Emily, watching for a moment as the other woman continued to speak.

“Huh…” her head tilted in the same moment that yours did, both of you now having eyes on the other woman. “You’re certainly not wrong there.”

Across the room Emily happened to glance your way out of the corner of her eye, fumbling when she noticed the both of you staring at her, heads titled, Tara’s eye’s narrowed in that way she did while examining something. She stuttered over her words and fully looked your way,

“I— what?”

“Nothing.” The both of you practically said in unison, finally breaking the gaze and looking between each other trying to hide your grins.

“Seriously, what?” Emily asked, “do I have something on my face?”

“Not yet.” Tara muttered to you as she stood from her chair, clapping you on the shoulder and you let out a cackle of a laugh, unable to hold it back.

“What?!” Emily asked again, watching Tara scoop up her bag and leave the room, “stop looking at me like that!”

“Nothing.” You laughed, “nothing, it’s not you.”

She definitely didn’t believe you, but she dropped it for the time being, getting a couple of last minute thoughts out before everyone called it a day. She’d be able to bring it up later, you already had your weekly plans for dinner and you’d promised her a delicious homemade shrimp scampi.

It was a few hours later that Emily was letting herself into your apartment, calling out a greeting as she kicked off her shoes and tossed her coat onto the rack.

“Hey.” You greeted, glancing up from the counter when she rounded into the kitchen, “I know white goes with the scampi but did you want it or red?”

“What I want…” she started, approaching your back and wrapping an arm loosely around your waist, her lips pressing into the crook of your neck, “is for you to tell me what you were talking about to Tara.”

“Mmm..” you chuckled, leaning back slightly into her embrace as her fingers began to tickle the exposed skin between your shirt and pants. “And you think you’re gonna get it out of me like this?”

“Worked the last time, didn’t it?”

“I suppose it did.”

“So…” her lips met your skin again, teeth scraping ever so lightly in a warning manner, “you were clearly talking about me… anything you’d like to say?”

“Do you have any idea how many moments at work I want to turn to you and say, ‘stop being so hot please, I’m trying to get my work done?’”

Emily snorted a laugh, her hand pinching at your hip as you turned around, “so you’re just out there bragging to Tara about how hot I am?”

“I said you had a real nice face.” You leant in to kiss her gently, “I mean she agreed, so, it’s gotta be true. Said I had a particular soft spot for this.” Your finger booped the tip of her nose and she laughed.

“Seriously? This honker?!”

“Em…” you laughed softly, placing a kiss to the tip of her nose, “and yes. Jesus Christ do you have any idea how fucking hot your nose is? Not to mention…” you grinned, leaning closer to her so your lips could brush against her own, “the way it brushes my clit when you eat me out?”

“So that’s what this is all about.” She chuckled, “you promised me shrimp scampi but have other thoughts about what I should be eating.”

“I was kinda hoping we could try something new.”

“And what might that be?” Her nose nudged against yours, urging your head up so she could kiss at your neck, “oh c’mon, don’t get shy on me now….”

“To be blunt, I wanna sit on your face.”

“I think that can certainly be arranged.”

Her hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, fingers sliding underneath, cool on your skin as they danced patterns across it. Her lips met your neck again, slowly kissing up it and across your jaw until they met yours once again, though this time they moved feverishly, her tongue surging into your mouth. You let out a groan as your arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to you, rolling your hips against her. Her tongue swept through your mouth, not leaving an inch unexplored while one arm wound around you, turning you so she could back you into the bedroom.

When the backs of your legs hit the bed she stilled you, tugging your shirt off over your head and tossing it to the floor. Your hands made quick work of hers while she managed to rid you of your bra, pushing you back onto the bed.

“Always so pretty.” She purred, her hands swiftly unbuttoning your pants, tugging both them and your underwear down your legs. She was about to cage you into the bed when you whined, hands reaching out to her belt buckle and she chuckled, knowing that even if this was all about you, you still wanted her as naked as possible. Swiftly undoing her belt she kicked off her pants before crawling over you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You moaned into the kiss when her fingers pinched at your nipples, sending sparks flying through your body, your pussy pulsing already.

Emily wrapped an arm around you, rolling so she was on her back with you on top of her, one of her legs bent, angled between yours perfectly so you could begin to grind down on her thigh. Her hands settled on your hips, urging you to roll them, your bare cunt smearing juices onto her skin. You broke the kiss with a gasp and she was able to sink her teeth into your neck, tongue sweeping across the mark to soothe the burn before she made home in the crook of your neck. Once she was sure she would have left a mark, she nudged at your hips, sinking back further into the bed.

“Well, get up here.” She smirked, patting at your thighs.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. I’ll pat twice if I need out.”

She squeezed at your body again, practically moving you herself and you let out a small giggle, crawling up over her, your hands bracing on the headboard as you started to lower yourself onto her face. With absolutely no hesitation Emily’s hands wound around your hips, tugging you down ono her awaiting lips. Her tongue lapped out, swiping through your folds, her nose rubbing right at your clit and you couldn’t help but moan, gripping tighter on the headboard. Emily’s mouth wrapped around you, tongue sinking into your pussy as far as she could while she sucked at you, eagerly lapping your juices into her mouth. Her hands groped at your ass, encouraging you to roll your hips, effectively riding her face.

“Oh fuck… fuck.” You gasped, unable to stop yourself from grinding down onto her face but she simply smirked in response, upping her antics as her tongue lapped through your pussy again.

She wasn’t about to forget the conversation you’d had right before this and she definitely wasn’t going to go easy on you. Moaning into your heat, she sucked, licked and kissed your cunt as hard as she could and with each movement of her lips, her nose nudged against your clit, each time with more purpose than the last. It wasn’t going to take long until you were a whimpering mess and she knew it. Her hands dug into your ass, nails nearly pinching at the skin as she continued to grind your wetness down onto her face. She truly could never get enough of you and was enjoying the entire thing just as much as you were.

“Oh god Em…” you moaned, “feels s— so good.”

One of your hands left the headboard in order to pinch at your nipple, rolling them between your thumb and forefinger. Pleasure was soaring through you; with each roll of your hips you could feel more wetness dripping onto Emily’s tongue. Each rock brought a small whine to your lips, clit beginning to throb with need as your pussy fluttered around the tip of Emily’s tongue, grinding harder down onto her face. Your skin was prickling, gasps and moans leaving your lips each time her face buried deeper into you, nose rubbing right where you needed it but it somehow still wasn’t enough.

“Please…” you begged, your hand shooting back to the headboard, clutching tightly at it, “please more… s’close…”

You could feel Emily’s chuckle, her lips smirking against your lower ones before her tongue darted out for one long heavy last lick, dragging out the nudge her nose made on your clit, pushing harder than before and you shuddered above her.

“Fuck!” You couldn’t help but cry out when her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into her mouth and she groaned against you.

The tip of her tongue flicked the swollen nub, humming in satisfaction at the way it was pulsating between her lips. Emily could feel your thighs starting to tremble on either side of her face, the way you were unconsciously putting more of your weight on her, the way that you were at a loss for words, only moans and whimpers leaving your lips. You were incredibly close and she knew it.

Your knuckles were nearly white, gripping at the headboard in an attempt to stay upright as you let out a loud gasping moan. Emily’s tongue pressed perfectly against you and pleasure was shooting through you as you reached your peak. You tried to still your hips but she had too tight of a grip, continuing to rock you against her mouth, sucking your pulsing clit deeper into her mouth.

“Oh fuck! Fuck… fuck Em…” You managed to breath out, your chest heaving as you very slowly opened your eyes, coming down to earth as Emily left little kitten licks on your cunt, sucking up as much of your juices as she could. Your body shuddered when her nose brushed against you again, this time an accident and she chuckled softly, helping you swing your leg over her and drop onto the bed beside her.

“You alright over there?” She asked with a smug grin, smoothing back your mussed up hair.

“Absolutely perfect.” You replied with a dreamy smile, pulling her to you for a kiss. You couldn’t help but moan into her mouth at the taste of yourself on her tongue. She smirked when she pulled away and you dragged a finger down the bridge of her nose, booping the tip of it, “crafted by the gods.”

“What?” She asked with a laugh that you returned.

“Nothing.” You pulled her to you for another kiss, “you’re perfect.”

“Yeah well, perfect is hungry. And don’t you dare say anything about just having eaten.”

“Is perfect okay with takeout? I don’t know if I can trust my legs long enough to cook right now.”

“Shrimp scampi is shrimp scampi.” She shrugged, “doesn’t matter where it comes from. Though yours is the best.”

“Lies.” You shot her a playful glare before you rolled over to grab your phone, rolling back toward her and settling on her chest, humming happily when she wrapped an arm around you.

She kissed the top of your head gently, nudging the blanket up from the foot of the bed so you wouldn’t get too cold while you scrolled through your phone until you found an acceptable dinner. While tonight hadn’t been what she expected to come home to, she certainly wasn’t complaining.

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