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TOPGUN: MAVERICK

Jake Seresin

easy, girl

the princess and the hangman

the princess and the hangman pt.2

hangman's girl

your world or hangman's

who's dawson and amanda?

earth angel

howdy darlin'.

howdy darlin' pt.2

kissin' strangers.

like I loved you.

somethin' like that.

do you want me to lie, sir?

do you want me to lie, sir? pt.2

nothing but a gentleman.

falling for a girl in purple & gold.

i gotta take you home.

bullseye.

in fifteen minutes.

you look like you love me.

you're literally about to faint.

this is so much better.

green looks good on you, babe.

Bradley Bradshaw

break up in the end

lieutenant bradshaw

but she's my best friend

stand in my way.

stand in my way. pt2

for her

greatest love story.

that damned flight suit.

you don't see it.

be careful with my baby.

be careful with my baby pt 2.

I'm obsessed with you.

needed a little discourse.

get a room.

he didn't stand a chance.

a very important meeting.

heard it all.

someone like me.

to the left.

actually, it's captain.

it is the perfect direction.

Pete Mitchell

captain.

game on.

miss me baby.

let's order Chinese.

don't you dare.

i'll let you know tomorrow.

i love when you call me pete.

the best pilot in the navy.

Robert Floyd

exactly what i was texting her.

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

then why don't you, hotchner.

i fucking knew it.

take one more step toward her.

once we cross this line, it's done.

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a year, three months, seven days, and fifteen hours.

jake seresin x f!reader

summary: angst. straight angst. i wanted jakey broken and yelling and reader.

aviators pepper the hard deck clad in their service khakis. you and penny keep trying to listen in to decipher what’s going on, but like the two of you, they seem to be in the dark as to why they’ve been assigned back to top gun.

that’s the one discernible piece of information. everyone here is a graduate of the prestigious weapons school. and it sounds like they all were top of the class.

just like…

no. there was no use psyching yourself up over him. he’s probably busy over seas, anyway.

it’s not like you’d know.

“hey, that spot looks pretty clean,” penny tells you. her voice startles you out of rubbing a hole into the counter. her eyes dart over to the recruits at the pool table, no doubt knowing exactly where your head is.

“i haven’t seen him,” she adds softly. the tension in your shoulders release immediately. “how long has it been?”

“a year,” you reply. and 3 months, seven days, and 15 hours.

pity stretches across her face, and you know she used all her willpower before allowing that feeling to show.

“it’s okay,” you mutter.

“penny, my dear, two more on the old timer, please.”

that voice. that perfect voice. the one that used to tell you how much he loved you. the one that used to tease you relentlessly about how obsessed you were with him.

you can’t help yourself, spinning on your heels to the owner of the voice. his green eyes knock the breath out of you.

“i thought that was you,” the words tumble from his lips on a whisper, like he wanted to keep them in but the moment betrayed him.

words won’t form in your mouth no matter how badly you want them to. jake seresin has stolen them, just like he’s always done.

you can’t even smile. you’re frozen, your body in complete shock that this handsome, sexy, blonde aviator is back in front of you after the explosion that was the break up.

penny cuts the mood by handing jake his beers. this jolts him back to the present and he gives her one of his southern nods. “thank you,” he says, shaking the moment off and plastering a cocky smile back on his face.

“i—uh—i need a minute,” you say to penny, shoving your towel into her hand before beelining toward the door. saltwater brushes your flip-flopped feet before you realize how far you’ve gone. you face the water with your eyes closed, your chest heaving as you try to regulate your breathing.

“absolutely not!” jake’s voice calls out to you over the beach. completely cutting the sound of the waves. “you do not get to storm out.”

you whip around toward him and he stalks towards you, kicking up sand. those beautiful green eyes have never looked angrier.

he stops a breath away. “no. no,” he shakes his head vehemently. “you’ve lost your mind.”

the next moments are spent staring the other down. both of your breathing erratic.

“i should be the one storming off,” he says finally, his voice low. rough. "me.”

animosity flashes in his eyes and you know exactly where his mind has gone.

the screaming.

the crying.

your back to him.

him calling out your name over and over like that is what would make you stay.

and it didn’t.

it’s the same place your mind has been for a year.

and 3 months, seven days, and 15 hours.

"you did it, remember,” he murmurs. "you ended things and you stormed off." you nod. no words will undo the hurt you put him through. "and i stood there,” a breath that sounds like a laugh leaves his mouth. “like a fucking idiot."

you nod again, your throat on fire and tears falling down your cheeks. you don’t deserve to wipe them from your face. not after seeing how gutted jake is.

jake runs his hands through his hair, which is past regulation. "god damn it!" he shouts, turning away from you.

"jake," you whisper, reaching out for him. you stop right before laying your hand against his face. reveling in the almost. in the way you know exactly what it would feel like beneath your touch.

“don’t.” the command, or is it a warning, sends you stepping back. it’s hard to tell if he’s talking to you, or himself. "if i let you touch me, i won't be able to ever let you stop," his voice thin. "i have thought about you for every second of this past year.”

and 3 months, seven days, and 15 hours.

"i never figured out what i did," jake says. he turns back to you, looking as broken as you feel. "and the second i lay eyes on you, you leave. again."

his hand curl into fists at his sides. his shoulders taught, begging for you to run your hands across them, soothing the stress like you used to do. his hair is dying for your fingers to run through them.

"why?" he asks. your name slips from his mouth on a prayer. "god. help me here." his reservations crack and he reaches for you. before his hand curls around your waist, he stops.

time stops.

no. it breaks.

you step into him. his hands hover above your waist, as if touching you will make you disappear. you lay your head against his chest and a sob escapes your mouth.

that does it.

he finally lets his hands fall into place and he pulls you into him. and suddenly, a year, three months, seven days, and fifteen hours doesn’t feel that long at all.

his grip tightens like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers again. “i needed you to stay.”

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noted.

aaron hotchner x f!reader

summary: the case is dragging on and hotch has run out of suits.

t/w: smut allusions, reader dresses feminine though uncertain if any female pronouns used. may could be read as gn.

six days on this case, and it didn’t seem like the bau was any closer to apprehending the unsub. everyone was tired. go bag clothes were wrinkled, and you had no idea how many more times you could wear this black pencil skirt.

aaron hotchner steps out of the police precinct, a navy polo tight across his chest, completely catching you off guard. you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

and you thought the suits were delicious?

aaron catches you staring, a mischievous look spreads across his face. cocking a brow, he says, “what?”

“oh, nothing,” you say, looking down at the case file in your hand. you pretend to read the words you’ve read over and over since the plane left quantico, hoping it hides your blush. when your eyes lift to his, the crooked smile on his face knocks the breath out of you.

the rest of the team is dispersed across various places of interest, trying to connect something that'll blow the case wide open. and here you are, undressing your boss with your eyes.

"what is it?" he presses. that impenetrable gaze renders you speechless in a way only aaron hotchner can. no other man has ever been able to do that, and the first time it happened was jarring.

you've been obsessed with him since.

"i think this is the first time i haven't seen you in a suit," you shrug. those perfectly tailored suits. his ties begging you to grip them and jerk aaron hotchner down to your mouth.

aaron looks down at his polo as if he forgot that's what he had on. he looks up at you quizzically.

"i prefer the suits," you murmur to the case file.

aaron lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. "noted." his gaze travels down your body and back up, leaving a line of goosebumps along your skin. "that's day 4 of that skirt?"

a scoff leaves your mouth before you can stifle it. "excuse me, agent hotchner. i didn't pack as if we were moving here." you gesture around yourself. "besides, how would you even know that?"

"i always pay attention to what you have on," he shrugs. it's his turn to hide a blush with the case files. you catch it, though, just like he most likely caught yours earlier.

"liar," you tease, making his crooked smile return.

aaron sighs, tilting his head back towards the sky. "oh, i wish i was." when he rights himself, you can't read the look on his face. "i wish i was," he whispers to himself. you can see know that he's battling something within himself.

"aaron," his name falls from your mouth on a breath. his pupils dilate at the use of his first name. you're very careful to never say it. using only hotchner, or agent hotchner. even hotch is safe than aaron.

he opens his mouth to say something, but the ringing of his cell phone cuts him off. "morgan," he acknowledges. "yeah, we'll be right there." aaron relays derek's message to you, and the two of you rush to the black suv.

~

at the location, aaron tosses you a bullet proof vest. pulling it over your head, aaron's quick hands tighten it for you. he lets a hand linger on your hips for a second. that's all it took for your heart to try and burst from your chest.

"i'm not finished with our discussion at the precent," you murmur to him.

he glances at you over his shoulder. "neither am i."

the rest of the team is gathered around the front of the house. morgan briefs the two of you on the plan. you stay with reid on coms by the car while morgan and hotch take point on the inside of the house.

adrenaline courses through your veins every second that passes by until morgan comes over the coms saying they have captured the unsub.

hotch shoves the unsub out of the house, holding him by his cuffed hands. he leads him toward the police cruiser. as the unsub passes you, he croaks out, "oh, she's a pretty one, agent hotchner." aaron's grip on the unsub tightens, and he forcefully shoves him into the cruiser.

~

the lights on the jet are dim, allowing ambiance for those who want to sleep, which everyone but you and aaron have taken advantage of.

you and aaron sit across from one another in the back of the jet. aaron looks down at his polo. "so, the suits?" he asks, his voice low so the others don't wake up.

you smile. "this is really bothering you." aaron stretches his leg out and rests his foot in between your legs, the smallest amount of intimacy he can allow in the moment.

"i just don't think there is anything wrong with the polo. i look completely respectable," he says.

"completely delectable is more like it," you murmur to your phone. hotch leans over and plucks your phone from your hand. "what was that?" he holds your gaze, that smirk playing on his mouth.

"you heard me," you challenge.

"at least i don't look completely absurd like some people on the team," he says. he sets your phone in the empty seat beside him, and scoots to the edge of his seat, minimizing the space between you.

"absurd?" you comment. you let your eyes fall to his mouth before looking back up at him. in the low lights, its hard to tell if the blown pupils are due to that or something else. hotch reaches out to your pencil skirt clad hips. he gently tugs you to the edge of the seat, mimicking him. his legs spread, allowing you room.

"yes, this skirt is absolutely absurd," he murmurs. "it should not look this good on you." his grip on your hips tightens. you teeter uncomfortably between him and the seat. he seems to pick up on this, because he pulls you completely from your chair and onto his lap. you throw an arm around his shoulder, letting the other one grip onto the collar of the polo. he turns his face towards yours.

"hotch, what is this?" you ask, letting your forehead fall to his temple. you breath him in, the familiar scent of gunpowder and whiskey helping you relax. you drop your hand from the collar, running it down his chest. aaron's hand moves down your back, stopping to fiddle with the zipper. his other hand rests on your knees, keeping you steady against him.

"if my profile is correct, this is me finally giving into what we want," he says. he tugs the zipper down just a little.

"we?"

"i see the way you look at me," he comments matter-of-fact. "you were practically undressing me with your eyes when i came out that precinct."

his breath catches as you run your hand back up his chest. "i believe the eye-fucking is mutual," you tell him against his ear. he groans in reply, pulling your legs tighter against him. "is the ever professional unit chief letting his mask slip?" you prod.

"i have the most beautiful girl in the world on my lap. her sweet mouth just said the filthiest thing, and i can't do anything about it thanks to how crowded the jet is, give me a break," he voice is strained, hanging by a thread. letting his guard down a little, he places a kiss to the side of your neck. your head falls to the side, giving him more access. the hand on your legs flirts with the hem of your skirt.

“you’re not allowed to wear this on cases anymore,” he says into your neck, his lips brushing against the sweet spot below your ear.

“is that an order, sir?”

aaron’s head falls back against the headrest and he squeezes his eyes shut. “you’re going to be the death of me.”

the two of you haven’t even kissed yet, and nothing with another man has felt even remotely close to this.

“maybe you can take it off of me later?” you whisper, hiding your face in his neck, in case you were too brazen. aaron removes the hand from your legs, moving to grip your chin lightly.

“i’m not going to be able to stop myself from ripping it off.” aaron pulls your face to his. you’ve forgotten how to breathe. he stops a breath away, your name leaving his mouth like a curse.

“hey, kids. plane lands in ten minutes. i’m about to wake everyone up. thought you’d like to know,” rossi’s voice kills the moment quicker than a bucket of water.

you scramble off aaron and back into your seat, fastening your seatbelt as quickly as you can. squeezing your eyes shut, you try to get rid of the thought that rossi caught you and your boss in such a compromising position. when you open them, aaron is cool, calm, and collected across from you. your phone buzzes in the seat next to aaron. he reaches over and hands it to you, letting his hand brush against yours for a second too long.

leave your car here. jack is with jess. i’ll even put a fresh suit on. the text from aaron reads.

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bad cop, beautiful cop.

aaron hotchner x f!reader

summary: the bau is trying one last time to locate remains from an old crime. reader joins aaron in the interrogation room against aaron’s wishes. def inspired by the episode ride the lightning.

t/w: typical criminal minds talk. mentions of violence. threats. some fluff. some cursing.

“well, hell—“

“sit down. sit. down.” venmo drips from aaron’s lips. the unsub sits back in his chair without a question.

he’s studying you. eyes trail up and down your body, committing every bit to memory. you want to squirm under his gaze, but that’s exactly what he wants and you refuse to give him the satisfaction.

you take a seat in front of him, emotions stone cold. just as the unsub refuses to take his eyes off you, aaron’s poisonous gaze hasn’t left the unsub. aaron introduces you as blasé as he can.

it took a lot of convincing for aaron to even let you in the interrogation room.

“absolutely not,” he told morgan.

“hotch, it may be the only way to get him to confess,” morgan pleaded. aaron turned to you, pure torture on his face.

“if i wasn’t dating you, you would send me in,” you pointed out. it was true. and aaron has done a very good job at compartmentalizing you as the agent and you as his girlfriend. it seems an unsub who hunts couples and kills the woman first making the man watch is where he draws the line. which, fair.

“come on, hotch,” morgan said.

“she’s completely his type,” aaron commented, speaking to morgan as if you weren’t there.

“don’t take away my autonomy, aaron hotchner. we’re his type. both of us together. I am going in, end of story.” you stalked away from the men to prepare.

sitting across from this creepy man almost makes you wish you’d have let aaron have his way. aaron sits next to you, keeping his gaze off you. you didn’t want to go in telling the unsub the two of you were a couple. he likes to figure it out himself. spencer theorized that offering him part of the hunt may lead to a confession.

“where’s the first couple?” aaron asks.

“what’s this? bad cop, beautiful cop?” the unsub says, ignoring aaron’s question.

surprisingly, neither of you react to the comment. “the couple,” aaron presses.

“agent hotchner, this is the most beautiful woman i have been allowed to see in the past 50 years. probably the last one i’ll see before they inject me. let me enjoy this,” the unsub says, a sinister smile on his face.

“mr. bryers, where is the first couple buried?” you ask him, lacing your words with sugar. this causes his smile to deepen.

“ah,” he waves you off, leaning back in his folding chair. “a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be concerned with the evil things i’ve done.”

you can feel the anger radiating off aaron. every time the unsub mentions your looks, that anger deepens. you wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t figure out the two of you are a couple soon.

“but i am. I am really concerned for the families of that sweet couple. imagine the closure you can give them,” you lean forward just slightly. “you know, before the needle.” you sit back.

“pretty and sassy. where’ve you kept her hidden agent hotchner?” he asks, finally turning his attention to aaron. “you’ve never brought her here before.”

“no, i haven’t,” aaron agrees completely void of any emotion. his body betrays him though. he’s clutching his pen too tight. his jaw clenched just a little more than it usually is. you take a photo from the file folder in front of you. you startle at how similar you and aaron look to them. it’s not a perfect match by any means, but the two of you would have fit into his MO.

“sally and brendan,” he comments, his eyes widening at the sight of them. “you know what they say, you never forget your first.”

“cut the shit, bryers. tell us where you buried them and we’ll be on our way,” hotch pushes himself back from the table. aaron paces behind you, rubbing the fingers of his left hand against each other.

“my god, aaron, what’s gotten you so keyed up?” the unsub starts to laugh, but abruptly stops. “this started when she walked in.” he looks between the two of you like a wimbledon match. “my god, she’s your,” he checks your left hand, “girlfriend?”

aaron’s glare only confirms his suspicions. that smile is back on bryer’s face.

“you figured it out!” you beam, taking control of the situation. you turn to aaron, “i told you he was intelligent enough to figure it out!” pumping this guy’s ego is the only way you may get through to him.

“i like her, agent hotchner,” he grins at aaron. “pretty, sassy, and smart. i would have taken my time with her.” aaron stands completely stoic. “just from the way you’re behaving, i know you love her so much. i’m sad to have not gotten the chance to add the two of you to my roster.”

the brazen way he discusses killing the two of you makes you nauseous. sure you’ve been threatened before, but the way he says the words, full of whimsy tells you if he’d have come across you and aaron outside of prison…you don’t even want to think about it.

“mr. bryers,” you say, pushing the photo closer to him. “please.”

he glances down at the photo. “i’d like to hold it.” he holds up his bound hands. the last thing aaron is going to do after those comments is allow the correctional officer to remove his handcuffs.

“absolutely not,” aaron says. “you can see it perfectly fine.” aaron finally returns to his seat next to you. your body instinctively moves closer to him. your thighs touch, and the feeling calms you. aaron puts a hand on your thigh, squeezing reassuringly.

byers cocks his head. you push the photo even closer. “we gave you once last hunt. now you’re going to tell us where sally and brendan are.” the change of your tone surprises him.

“you know, sally and brendan had just gotten engaged when i found them. are you planning on proposing, agent hotchner?”

“that’s irrelevant to the location of these bodies, bryers,” aaron replies. bryers frowns down at the photo.

he looks up at aaron baffled. “no, i think it’s completely relevant. don’t you?” he turns to you. “don’t you want to know if agent hotchner has plans to marry you? maybe he’s just leading you on? a young lady like you with an old man like him?” the words land. aaron’s eye twitches ever so slightly. you’re sure bryers misses it, but you don’t. you know every one of this man’s tells. and not just because you’re a profiler. “well?”

“it’s irrelevant,” aaron repeats. aaron looks five seconds away from ripping off his tie and pummeling the unsub. it’s definitely not the time, nor the place, but watching aaron have to physically keep himself in check over you is insanely hot.

bryers shrugs. “you want the location of the bodies? i want your confession. go on. tell her she’s just a young piece of ass.” you rest your hand on aaron’s arm to keep him from reacting.

aaron turns to you, a look of pure torture on his face. this isn’t how he wanted to do this. “of course I want to marry her,” he murmurs. byers is practically beaming watching aaron squirm. aaron fell right into his trap. “i’d marry her tomorrow if she’d let me.”

“aaron,” you breathe. the confession warms your heart. no doubt the feeling is mutual. you offer him a small smile, hoping he knows you understand how hard that was.

“do you remember where your team apprehended me?” bryers breaks the spell between you and aaron. aaron turns his attention back to bryers.

bryers takes a deep breath. “under the oak tree in the backyard.” the confession was devoid of his false bravado. it was a shock to the system. he stared off at the wall, revisiting the crime in his mind.

aaron stands, offering you his hand. you take it, allowing him to pull you from the chair. adrenaline courses through your veins. it’s hard to pinpoint exactly what it is. aaron’s confession? bryer’s confession? a serial killer blatantly telling you he’d have brutally murdered you? all of the above?

just as aaron’s hand touches the doorknob, bryers speaks. “agent hotchner?” aaron raises a brow at him. “will the two of you do me a favor? come to the execution. i’d love for the last thing i see be the couple who got away.” he slipped the mask back on as quickly as it’d come off. the disgusting smirk is back on his face and dread washes through your body.

“fuck you,” aaron tells him and he pulls you through the door.

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we have a case.

aaron hotchner x f!reader

summary: reader wants to get under aaron’s skin, but he’s the one who gets under reader’s skin.

t/w: not much i don’t think. allusions to smut. sexual tension. aaron being aaron. i’m feral for him tbh.

your legs were propped up on aaron hotchner’s desk, your body leaning all the way back in his comfortable chair. a case file rested in your lap, and music played from your phone. your red bottomed shoes moved to the beat of the song. you splurged on them the day you joined the bau, and you wore them on every case.

this was going to set aaron off.

since joining the bau, pissing your older, sexy, single boss off was 2 percent the reason you came to work.

the other 98 percent was saving the world, of course.

spencer warned you not to go into aaron’s office. “he’s really protective of his office,” he’d said.

emily could only raise her brows at you as you sweet talked a custodian to let you in. you waved to her from aaron’s desk, and she met you with a laugh. one of genuine joy or discomfort, you couldn’t tell.

“jess, i need you to get jack from school, please. we have a case.” you heard the deep voice before you saw him. his keys rustled at the door handle.

“we have a case,” you mocked, waving the case file. the exasperation filtered through his body instantaneously. he closed his eyes as if he could will you from his office.

“when i open my eyes, you better be gone,” he said. you stayed planted where you were, plastering a huge smile on your lips.

brown eyes met yours and anger radiated off his tall frame. your name felt like a curse falling from his mouth. he turned to the windows and closed the blinds.

“i am not in the mood today.” the look on his face would have an unsub spilling their confession. it made you want to keep pushing his buttons.

“too bad i am.” you returned your attention to the case file in your lap. you shook your foot to the beat of the music coming from your phone. hotch stepped to the side of his desk, pressing pause on your phone. without the music, tension buzzed through the room. “why’d you close the blinds?” your gaze cut to the left.

“it’s not fair to you for everyone to see me shout at you,” he said. “get your feet off my desk.” his eyes trailed your body, relaxed as if you were in your living room.

you wore your sexiest pantsuit. high waisted, wide legged pants and the jacket was cut to perfection. the louboutins were the icing on the cake. the outfit fueled your confidence.

“make me,” you challenged. you quickly stood as he reached for your legs. your shoes gave you 5 inches, which was perfect to lessen the height difference between you and aaron.

his hands wound around your waist agonizingly slow. a gasp left your mouth, and a small smirk grew along his lips. it was gone as quickly as it appeared and he moved you away from his chair. he let you go as he sank into the leather.

he began working as if you weren’t standing there, looking the best you’ve ever looked during your time at the bau. you turned on your heel and sat down on his couch.

“that’s not the door.” he didn’t look at you, locking in on his documentation.

“i have no intentions of leaving your office.”

“i’ll write you up for insubordination.”

“no you won’t.”

he always threatens to write you up, and he never does. he’s almost kept you back from a case once.

“you have a case to prepare for.”

“that’s what i’m doing, silly.” that’s when he set his pen down and fixed you with a look. “how did you even get in here?”

you shrugged your shoulder. “that’s classified, sir.”

his brow quipped ever so slightly at the term of respect. not that you meant it respectfully. no. you definitely meant for it to be seductive.

“i know we said it was a one time thing…” you trailed off and aaron’s eyes darkened.

“you said it was a mistake,” aaron pointed out, returning his attention to the file.

you cocked your head to the side. “nooo,” you drawled. “i said it was a mistake it hadn’t happened sooner.”

he shrugged, brushing you off. you stood from the couch, your stomach fluttering as you took aaron in. ever the professional. navy suit, tailored to perfection.

“do not come over here,” aaron warned. he still hadn’t looked up from his work. the warning reverberated though your body. you took one more step.

“how come?” you pouted, taking two more steps.

“we have a case,” he suggested, but the words didn’t hold the authority he tried to put in them. as you leaned against the side of the desk, you pulled the pen from his hand. resigned, he leaned back in his chair to look at you. his pupils were blown, no doubt thinking of the mistake.

aaron’s eyes swept across your waist where his hands touched minutes earlier. his tongue left his mouth to wet his lips. his eyes shot up to yours, and you noticed his breath was labored.

“aaron,” you murmured, moving closer to him. he was sitting back from his desk, the perfect opportunity for you to slip in-between the two to straddle him. his hands moved to yours hips immediately, as though he couldn’t help himself.

“this was your plan?” he murmured, gazing down at your lips.

“no,” you admitted. “i really just wanted to piss you off, but then you came in here and i couldn’t stop thinking about the other night.” you leaned in closer to him, resting your elbows on his shoulders. your v-neck shirt under your blazer giving him the perfect view.

aaron sighed. his hand slid up your waist then tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. he let his finger run down you cheek, then he gripped you chin lightly. you allowed your fingers to thread through the hair at the nape of his neck.

aaron’s thumb traced your bottom lip, guiding your mouth to his. he stopped just a breath away, causing your breath to catch and your heart to race as you braced yourself for his lips to meet yours.

but they never did.

he gently pushed you from his lap, helping you stand. his eyes twinkled as he drank you in. he took a step between your legs, pushing you back against his desk. his hands caged you in, resting on the desk outside your hips.

“i said, we have a case,” he said into your neck. goosebumps peppered your skin and you shivered under his touch. “not so brazen now, are we?” he stepped away from you, removing his hands from the desk. he grabbed the case files and started toward the door.

he stopped under the threshold. “you’re in my room tonight.” heat pooled in your stomach as you watched him leave. you tried to settle your nerves as you grabbed your files from the couch.

“you coming?” his deep voice filled the room again.

“right behind you,” you said to the wall. looking at him would turn you into putty. once you were certain he’d walked away, you turned and caught those brown eyes.

a smirk rested on his face. “nice shoes, by the way.” with that, he turned and sauntered toward the conference room.

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[simpforrooster]

please don’t leave with him.

aaron hotchner x f!reader

summary: spence is flirting with reader at the bar and aaron can’t take it.

t/w: cursing. allusions to smut. maybe a little ooc spence.

aaron hotchner didn’t have to be a genius, or even a profiler, to name the emotion sitting low in this stomach.

spencer leaned against the bar, caging you in between him and the wall. his blood boiled at how familiar spencer was with you.

aaron knew he was staring. he knew anyone would be able to clock the subject at the end of his gaze.

he.

didn’t.

give.

a.

fuck.

a little black dress clung to your body, leaving little to the imagination. there wasn’t a man in the bar who hadn’t looked your way at least once.

and spencer was the one who earned your attention?

aaron shouldn’t care. he was your unit chief. he was twice your age. sure, spencer was also older than you, but the age gap wouldn’t be as appalling.

“you can’t kill the kid,” rossi’s voice attempted to pull aaron from his staring.

“i don’t want to kill him,” aaron muttered. “maybe just hurt him a little.” the admission momentary altered his jealousy to guilt. if only momentarily.

your sweet, perfect laugh hit aaron as your hand came to rest on spencer’s arm, and aaron braced himself at how spencer drank you in. spencer made a show of raking his eyes over your body, lingering on your curves. the way you were looking at spence would have aaron on his knees.

who was he kidding. he’d get on his knees for you for just about anything.

“is it hot in here?” aaron asked rossi, undoing his tie. the top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone. rossi chuckled at his friend.

“i think it’s just her,” rossi said, gesturing toward the object of aaron’s affections. the look aaron gave his old friend could kill. rossi just raised his hands up in surrender, not at all intimidated by aaron hotchner.

it came to a head the second you reached toward spencer’s hair. watching those golden curls slip through your fingers was aaron’s undoing.

aaron pushed himself back from the table, his chair hitting the ground behind him with a thud. several patrons looked towards him, assuming he’d must’ve had too much.

your beautiful eyes met him across the bar. spencer’s were next. the animosity in his gaze was reminiscent of the way he looked at cat adams.

once again, aaron couldn’t seem to find a single fuck.

aaron wasn’t intimidated by post-prison reid. hell, aaron was to thank for half the shit spencer knows—outside of reid being a genius and all.

aaron stalked toward you and spencer. your hand fell to your side as you took a few steps away. or tried to. spencer still had you caged in. aaron brought a hand to spencer’s chest and firmly pushed him back. he couldn’t handle how close spencer was to you any longer.

“sir,” you breathed. shock seized your beautiful face.

“please tell me you’re not leaving with him,” aaron said.

next to him, spencer rolled his eyes. “it wouldn’t be the first time she did.” the words punctured aaron’s stomach. aaron’s fist tighten at his side.

no way. there’s no way you and spencer hooked up and he didn’t know about it.

“shut up, spence.” your voice was still barely above a whisper. you glanced toward spencer for half a second before turning your heated gaze back to aaron. “why would you even care?”

“come on,” aaron pleaded. “you know why.”

“aaron, don’t get my hopes up,” you pleaded. hearing his first name on your lips was his ruin.

“baby, please don’t leave with him again.” aaron sunk down to his knees. reaching for your waist, he pulled you closer to him. he was completely gone. physically begging in the middle of the bar. spencer completely forgotten.

your hand moved to cup his neck, setting him ablaze under your touch. aaron’s breath became labored as he waited for your answer. his hold on your waist was iron clad. he wasn’t letting you go without the jaws of life physically removing him from your body.

“aaron,” you murmured. “i didn’t even know you liked me.”

“liar,” he breathed. this forced a smile on your lips. “you know i’m obsessed with you.”

“you’ve never done anything about it.”

“this is me doing something about it,” he yearned. “i’m literally on my knees for you.” the small smile stretched into a full grown grin. “let me ask you again, please don’t leave with him.”

“only if you promise me to show me what else you can do down there,” you gripped the collar of his shirt and tugged upward.

aaron stood to his full height, pushing you back against the wall. his lips hovered over yours. “i promise,” he said on a kiss.

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[simpforrooster]

i was definitely thinking about it.

spencer reid x f!reader

summary: spencer is bored and decides the best way to fix that is the maintenance closet.

t/w: allusions to smut. 18 and under DNI.

“here you go,” spencer hands you an iced coffee before settling in his desk across from yours. spencer makes you an iced coffee every morning and had for the past year.

you take a sip, falling back in your chair dramatically. “spence, even better than yesterday.” spencer smiles down at the report he was working on, waving you off.

“please,” he says. “it’s the same everyday.”

you return your focus to your report. after an hour, paper clips begin raining down on your desk. spencer has the next paper clip aimed and ready when you met his eye. spencer grins.

“i’m bored,” he stage-whispers, his hands around his mouth.

“because you’re a genius whose mind needs to be stimulated,” you reply, your focus on your report.

spencer stands from his chair and rounds the corner to perch on your desk. he crosses his long arms over his chest.

a crooked smile spreads across spencer’s beautiful face. “i’ve got an idea for that.” he leans down to your ear. “hotch isn’t set to arrive for another 30 minutes. emily and jj are in penelope’s lair, and derek and rossi are in the break room.”

he leans back, an eyebrow raised. butterflies unleash in your stomach. one of his hands nonchalantly falls to the top of yours and he grins.

“spence!” you whisper-shriek. “someone could see!”

spencer dramatically looks around the empty bullpen. “are you seeing ghosts? there’s literally no one here.” he leans down again. “nobody to watch me pull you into an empty room.” before you could protest, that’s exactly what spence does. his large hand pulls you from your chair and leads you down the hall.

he stops in front of a maintenance closet. he cocks a brow at you. opening the door, he pulls you inside.

“spence, this is so cliche,” you murmur, your voice catching thanks to the kisses he places against your neck. he smiles against your skin.

“isn’t this what they do in all the slutty books you read?” before you can answer him, he cups your face between his large hands. guiding your mouth to his, he stops a breath from kissing you. “you were the one who said my mind needed some stimulation.” he closes the space between you, his kisses landing with urgency.

he backs you up against the shelves. “i can come up with a million different fantasies to keep my brain going, but nothing beats the real thing.” he tugs you against him, your back arching to make sure every inch of you is touching him.

you’re completely breathless and spencer hasn’t slowed down a bit. his hands grip your waist as if they’re a lifeline. when he’s not kissing your mouth, his lips are on some part of your body. his favorite place to kiss you is your collarbone.

“spence,” you breath, clutching at his tie. spencer runs his nose along your neck and stops to kiss beneath your ear. one of his hands fall to the top of your pants.

“yeah?” he answers, as he continues to run his fingers along your waistband.

“you are not about to fuck me in this closet,” you comment.

“i was definitely thinking about it,” he admits. those long fingers have your pants unbuttoned in microseconds. “just tell me to stop.” he adds, knowing good and well you’re not going to stop him. spence has had you under his spell since you joined the team.

as his hand dips beneath the lace of your underwear, a knock comes to the door. “fuck,” spencer swears against your mouth. his hand withdraws from your pants. you make quick work of buttoning back your pants.

“guys, we have a case,” hotch’s stern voice cuts through the wooden door between him and the almost-fucking.

spencer checks you over before placing a kiss to your forehead. he opens the door and hotch looks between you and spencer, a furrow in his brow. spencer’s face turns sheepish as he looks at hotch.

“let’s keep things professional at work, yes?” hotch tells you both. you step around hotch, feeling completely embarrassed. as you turn down the hall, you see hotch offer spencer a fist bump. he returns it, his face right red.

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a/n: had to write a fic for my boy spencie.

[simpforrooster]

five minutes and a hair tie.

aaron hotchner x reader

summary: you can’t take the flirting anymore with your boss. he’s got to make a move.

t/w: allusions to smut. i think this can be read g/n.

“look at him,” emily says, staring across the bar. a tall blonde leans against the bar top, a finely tailored suit hugging his body. jj and penelope gaze appreciatively at the man. he carries himself with the confidence of a man who knows he’s hot.

“i don’t know,” you drawl. emily rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what you’re thinking.

“okay, not everyone is hotch,” she tells you.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply, catching hotch’s eye over by the pool tables. his mouth lifts in the corner ever so slightly.

“she’s got it bad,” jj sing-songs.

hotch leans over the pool table. concentration laces his eyes as he lines up his shot. he pulls his arm back and lets the cue ball soar. his polo moves with his muscles so much it’s almost inappropriate. as he straightens, he catches your eyes for a brief moment, his right eye falls into a quick wink. you feel that wink all the way to your toes.

“god, you’re drooling,” penelope comments. you lean forward on the table, your hand cradling your chin.

“i can’t help it,” you say, owning up to it, not taking your eyes off your boss. you’re undressing him with your eyes and couldn’t care less. “he’s so sexy.”

the girls follow your eyes over to the guys. derrick coaches spencer through his shot, as if his genius brain hasn’t already mapped out 25 different ways to end the game in the next two minutes. hotch leans against the pool table, his beer bottle almost to his lips, a huge smile on his face at whatever rossi just said. seeing his emotions is almost your undoing.

his eyes flick to yours, not realizing you and the girls are all but ogling him. a slight, slight flush peppers his cheeks as he raises a brow to you.

“he’s obsessed with you,” emily says. “the two of you have kissed, right?”

“no,” you admit, physically deflated.

the flirtationship between the two of you has grown extremely obvious to the bau, but nothing has come of it. the two of you remain completely professional in the field, but outside of that? the sexual tension can be cut with a knife.

“seriously?” jj looks completely surprised. “there’s no way.”

that’s not to say you haven’t come close. shared hotel rooms. late nights in precinct conference rooms. conversations over chinese take out, case files between the two of you.

he’s almost kissed you on several occasions. leaning down, his mouth a breath away from yours. the want in his eyes so palpable you could shape a heart with it. something always stops him from going further. a case. a call from jessica about jack. your doorman calling to let you know you had about 30 minutes to get home before the weird-al-wanna-be clocked in do the night shift.

“i’m serious. nothings happened,” you tell them, tearing your eyes from your sexy, older boss.

“he so clearly wants you,” emily says. as you glance back to the pool tables, you see that the guys have dispersed, giving up the table for other patrons.

“believe me,” you tell them, your attention back on your friends. “it’s mutual. at this point, all i need is 5 minutes and a hair tie. he’d be putty in my hands.” emily’s eyes widen and it takes about 2 seconds to understand why. your body knows when hotch is near, like the two of you are connected with a piece of string.

hotch leans down to your ear. “i’m not sure i’d last that long when you finally get your hands on me.” he subtly runs a light caress on the outside of your thigh. you can’t breathe. your breath is literally caught in the back of your throat. you couldn’t form a coherent sentence to save your life. where hotch’s flush by the pool tables was almost unnoticeable, yours burns under your cheeks.

his face is still positioned by your ear and you turn your face slightly, his nose hitting your cheek. his eyes fall closed, the rest of the bar falling away. his chest nudges you as he takes a deep breath.

“aaron,” you squeak out, his eyes snap open, pulled from whatever fantasy was playing in his head. his brown eyes search yours. you try to tell him with yours that you’re game for whatever he wants.

making out like teenagers in an fbi regulation suv? you’re down. leaving a trail of his clothes to your bedroom? don’t have to tell you twice. riding him on his couch in his office because he left a case file there that he has to retrieve before heading home? what could be better.

it doesn’t matter what. he needs to make some kind of move before you explode.

this senseless flirting has gone on too long.

“if you don’t kiss me, hotchner…” the look on his face melts you. his yearning is everything.

“once i finally kiss you, i won’t be able to stop,” his voice remains low. he’s fully aware of pen, emily, and jj trying to eavesdrop on everything he’s saying to you. a hand falls to the small of your back. the touch ignites you. he’s always so careful to keep his hands to himself and it’s clear why. no one else’s touch would ever feel like aaron’s. he slowly turns you on your barstool so you’re facing him.

each move is deliberate, calculated. he looks down at you and you feed him your most innocent, doe eyes. a roguish smile plays at his mouth. one of aaron’s hands cements to your hip, the other hand slides into yours. gently pulling you from the stool, he presses you against him.

keeping one hand secured on your waist, he fishes his wallet out. taking a hundred dollar bill, he tosses it on the table. “that should cover her tab. if we get a case, don’t call until the morning.”

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a/n: i’m feral for aaron hotchner.

[simpforrooster]

i am a profiler, after all.

aaron hotchner x f!reader

summary: the team is in the hotel bar, unwinding after a case before flying home the next day.

t/w: alcohol mentions. female pronouns.

the alcohol travels down your throat and straight to your brain. after a particularly hard case, the team desperately needed to let loose.

your boyfriend sits next to you, deep in a conversation with rossi. his large hand rests on your upper thigh, telling you he sees you even though he’s talking to someone else.

aaron always makes sure he knows exactly where you are in any situation. especially the field.

your head swims as you finish your drink, a sappy smile tugging at your mouth. you lay your hand on top of his, and he turns from rossi, offering you a sweet smile.

“aaron,” you whisper, drawing his name out in about 4 syllables. he raises his brows, laughter sparkling in his eyes as he takes in your intoxication. “i need another drink.”

he playfully rolls his eyes, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of your head. he moves from his chair and saunters over to the bar. well—he’s walking pretty normal, but anything the man does is sexy to you.

you rest your chin in your hand, watching him chat with the bartender as he makes your drink. he’s still in his polo from earlier in the day, but refused to keep the bulletproof vest on despite your pleading.

it’s his best look, after all.

the sleeve of his polo stretches against his biceps as he picks up your drink. when he turns back toward your table, your stomach lurching at the sight of him. how the fuck is he this good looking?

“get a room,” derek chides, catching you openly eye fucking the team’s boss.

“i plan on it,” you say, taking your drink from aaron. his mouth curves up in the corner and his eye drops in a wink.

“oh do you?” aaron flirts. the rest of the team fakes gags. aaron takes his seat next to you, rolling his eyes at the team.

“they’re jealous, aaron,” you say, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. in your inebriated state, you stumble from your stool and into aaron. his arms wrap protectively around you, keeping you from falling.

“careful, honey,” he murmurs.

“you know, i am jealous,” derek comments, “hotch has never called me honey.”

“that’s because i know better than to encroach on garcia’s territory,” aaron jokes, his normally stoic expression being replaced with a rare grin.

“true dat, boss,” pen laughs, high-fiving derek. the team falls into conformable chatter. the stress from the case slowly leaving. aaron still has his arms wrapped around you. it could be the alcohol, but you've never been more comfortable.

you look up at him. "hi," you breathe. aaron looks down at you, a small smile on his lips.

hotch pov

you look at him with stars in your eyes, though much of that may be the alcohol. he couldn't believe the girl in his arms was his. he never thought he would be the one to have to question his morals when it came to a member of his team.

he figured you'd be another jj, emily, or penelope. ladies he respected and loved like sisters. but the minute you crossed his threshold on her first day, it felt like a semi-truck hit him and continued driving until he hit a brick wall. completely crushed under the weight of you.

after haley, he didn't think he would have another visceral reaction to another woman. he's been wrong before, but never this wrong.

the woman in his arms is his entire world, along with jack, of course. your eyes blink slowly, a consequence of the alcohol. but hotch suspects some of it is love.

he hasn't said the words yet, and neither had you. he's all but shown you he loves you with his actions. trusting you in the field. pairing you up with other members of the team, giving you your space.

"i love you, aaron hotchner," you whisper, your sweet voice dragging the syllables out a little. you may be drunk, but hotch knows you mean it. the way you grip his arms as if he is the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth tells him everything.

hotch chuckles into your hair. he brings his mouth down to your ear. "i love you, too." his breath tickles against your skin, and he revels in the way your body reacts to him.

reader pov

your hand shoots up to cover your mouth. "i can't believe the first time i said that i was drunk." hotch smiles as you as if you're the reason his earth rotates.

"i've known you've loved me for quite a while. i am a profiler, after all," he tells you, a finger under your chin tilting your face to him. his mouth is a breath from yours and all you want is for him to close the distance and take you to bed.

the roar of the bar reminds you that the two of you aren't alone. but you don’t care. threading your hands into aaron’s hair, you pull him to you. he meets you with an eager kiss. his hand runs gently along your spine and you arch yourself further into him.

“we aren’t alone, babe,” he chuckles against your lips. the feeling of his laughter elates you. there is something so precious about being given snippets of his true self in front of the team.

“you’re the one taking it too far,” you accuse, pushing yourself back with his shoulders. his eyes twinkle beneath the neon. they hold a mixture of lust and mischief. and love.

always love.

a smirk sits on his face, and he shrugs a shoulder as if he can’t be held liable for the way you make him feel.

“you’re the one who said they were planning on getting a room,” he raises a brow. you giggle, reaching your final form of intoxication. aaron takes one of your hands into his, removing it from his hair. he slides a plastic card into your palm, then kisses your cheek. “as if i didn’t already have us a room ready.”

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[simpforrooster]

please don’t lie to me baby.

aaron hotchner x f! reader

summary: post for anon! aaron and reader have an argument and he gets hurt!

t/w: standard criminal minds violence, angst ends with fluff!

"you have no right!" you shout to your boss. your arms cross your chest, all your stress being held in your shoulders. hotch stares down at you, matching your stance, his desk in between you.

"i have every right!" he shouts back. "you disobeyed a direct order!"

you don’t care that the sexiest man on the planet is yelling at you. you don’t care that his impenetrable gaze is a slight turn on. you don’t care that just last night he had you pressed up against the door of his closet, kissing you as if his life depended on it. as if he stopped, he’d die.

you. are. pissed.

"i did what i had to do to keep that little boy safe!" hotch told you to wait until the other agents arrived. he said not to enter the house alone. but you did it anyway. you knew the unsub was aware of the fbi presence and you needed to get to the little boy. having him in your arms safe made the risk worth it.

hotch rounds the desk to stand toe-to-toe with you. he bends down to look into your eyes. "you put yourself at risk." his eyes soften just a fraction. "you're suspended from the field, one case."

"which one?"

"this one." he holds your gaze, daring you to challenge him. "you'll stay back with garcia." the challenge is still palpable in his gaze. just as you open your mouth, derek stops at the door.

"jet's ready," he says.

“aaron, come on,” you plead, forgetting that at work he’s hotch. he stared back at you. his brown eyes burning a hole into yours.

your name falls from his lips like a prayer. “you’re staying here. that’s final.” he bends down to pick up his go-bag. “i’ll see you when we get back.” hotch leans over to kiss your lips, but you turn your head, giving him your cheek. he frowns, stepping around you to head out the office. “i love you,” he calls over his shoulder.

it kills you, but in your anger, you refuse to answer him. you pout all the way to garcia’s office.

“welcome to my lair, my pretty,” garcia greets you with a smile, patting the empty chair next to her. you try to return her smile, but you’re still so angry. “are you okay?” she asks.

“no. i’m pissed. i can’t believe he suspended me from the field!” you exclaim.

garcia looks at your, pity in her eyes. “you know he’d do the same with any member on the team.”

you slouch in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “i know,” you grumble. of course she’s right. hotch is the poster child for professionalism. he compartmentalizes better than anyone else on the team. in the field, he’s hotch. he’s your boyfriend, but no one would ever know it from the way he interacts with you.

at home he’s aaron. he dotes on you. he makes sure you have dinner. he’s your boyfriend, and everyone around you knows it. he kisses you so everyone in the bar knows who you belong to.

and you can’t believe you let him go off into the field with a forced cheek kiss and an ignored declaration of love.

“ugh, why must you make me see logic, penelope?” you groan.

~

the case has been going on for a few days, but the team is close to apprehending the unsub. garcia clicks on her keyboard at lightning speed, cross checking various facts against a group of men.

as annoyed as you were at the beginning of the case, hanging out with pen has opened your eyes to a new appreciation of her. of course, you knew how hard she worked, but seeing her in action was something totally different.

“i’ve got someone! his name is jacob carmichael. im sending his address to your phones,” garcia says, smashing buttons.

“got it, garcia,” hotch’s beautiful, deep, and serious voice comes over the coms.

“be careful!” you caution.

“always,” he says.

the two of you haven’t spoken outside of the case. only running ideas and profiles off of one another. you’re dying to apologize. to hear those three words again and return them. anytime the two of you fought, you always saved the making up for in person. when you can look each other in the eye.

you listen as the team goes through the plan, your stomach knotting up with anxiety. hotch was the one going into the house to talk down the unsub. you were always nervous when hotch was taking point, but it was worse with him hundreds of miles away.

the fbi suv’s gps show you and garcia that the team had arrived at the unsubs location. you and garcia exchange a look of apprehension. it was quiet on their end, eerily quiet.

“fbi! we’re coming in!” hotch announces to someone you can’t see. a gunshot has you and penelope hugging on another. you pray it was someone on the team pulling the trigger. gunfire exchanges for 30 seconds.

“hotch is hit! i repeat hotch is hit. we need medical!” a shrilling tone fills your ears. it takes you about 2 full minutes to come to your senses.

“garcia, get me on a plane!” you shout to her as you run to the go-bag at your desk.

~

seeing your strong boyfriend lying in a hospital bed is almost your undoing. the past few hours have been spent listening to the sound of hotch’s heart monitor. the unsub got him twice. once in the shoulder and the other shot caught him on the outside of his waist.

the hospital has him under a medically induced coma to help him heal. a five o'clock shadow dusts his cheeks from his time spent laying in this bed.

“pretty girl, why don’t you head to the hotel and get some real rest,” derek tells you. you’ve been holding aaron’s hand, resting your head next to him on the hospital bed. your back was completely killing you.

“no. i can’t. i need to be here when he wakes up,” a tear slides down your cheek. “i have to be here when he wakes up. i need him to know i was here for him." derek's hand runs over your shoulder.

"this isn't your fault."

you shake your head. "we got into a fight before the case. i was so angry with him." sitting straight up, derek meets your eyes with pity. no doubt he heard most of the argument before letting hotch know it was time to go. "i didn't tell him i loved him before he left."

you replayed the moment over and over in your head on the plane. turning your head so he couldn't give you a proper kiss. completely ignoring him as he walked out the door. because he was doing his job.

"i'm not leaving, derek." derek hangs around for a minute before leaving you alone with hotch. you bring his hand to your lips, kissing his palm. his hand twitches in yours, holding your breath, you look to him. his eyes flutter open and relief floods your body.

"i know you love me too," he murmurs.

"aaron," his name comes out on a breath.

"c'mere." he pulls you to him with the hand you've been holding hostage. he grimaces in pain as you gently put your arms around him. he feels like home. he feels safe, like nothing can hurt you.

"i'm so sorry, aaron," you start. tears sting the back of your eyes, before falling along your cheeks. "i'm so sorry."

his head shakes beneath you. "honey, stop." he reaches out to kiss your tears. "honey." the tears fall uncontrollably now. soft sobs escape as it hits you just how close you were to losing this man.

you pull yourself from him so he can raise the hospital bed into a siting position. he looks how you feel. he lays his head back against his pillow, then turns towards you. the sadness in his eyes almost knock you out.

"i was upset because you put yourself in danger," he murmurs. "yes, you disobeyed an order. yes, i would have suspended anyone on the team for doing so. you aren't just anyone, baby." he reaches out for your hand. he pulls you to him again and you sit on the edge of his bed. your free hand reaches out to nestle in his hair. "i couldn't live with myself if something happened to you."

"i thought i was going to die when i head them call medical for you," you tell him. "and i wasn't there." the tears threaten to fall again. you lean your forehead against his. hotch's hand comes up to cup your face. you close the space between you, kissing him the way your should have when he left for this case. his hands knot in your hair, keeping you against him. his other hand grips at your waist, his hold not as strong as it normally is, but it still sends chills down your body regardless.

"i love you," you say against his lips, the way you should have when he left. "i'm sorry, aaron. i promise i will never disobey an order again."

hotch's mouth quirks up in the corner. "please don't lie to me, baby." hotch hugs you against him, and you laugh into his neck. he smells like gunpowder and leather--your favorite. his dark hair is soft between your fingers.

"i promise i won't disobey to the point of being suspended from a case again." you kiss along his neck, hoping to distract him.

"i'll take it," he says, craning his head to catch your mouth in his.

"what are the odds that you're going to keep growing this stubble out?" you ask him when he releases you from hiss kisses. he shakes his head, looking at you in awe.

"you're something else, honey." he kisses you. "and no, the suits call for a clean shave." you kiss along the stubble on his jaw, up toward his ear. "we'll talk about it at length when we bust you out of here."

[simpforrooster]

it's always the same with us.

bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader

summary: you and rooster have a FWB relationship. (based on after a few by travis denning). t/w: cursing, drinking.

you and rooster were not good together.

well, okay... you were good together. but that was the extent of it.

it wasn't like the two of you didn't try to take the relationship past the bedroom. believe me, tried and tried you did, but it never worked. it was hard to put your finger on exactly what it was. two people who fit so perfectly in one scenario, but not in any others was the worst thing that could happen.

it had been a few months since your paths crossed in the hard deck, but the moment you clocked him across the bar, you knew how the night would end. he noticed you the second you did him, and he fed you a knowing smile.

"how ya been?" he asked as you approached him. he held his arm out to envelope you in a hug. he nodded at penny, silently asking her to put your drinks on his tab. she shook her head at the two of you and handed you a refill.

rooster sat on the barstool and pulled you between his legs, successfully eliminating the height difference. his hands slid around your ass, tugging you closer against him.

your hands rested on the tops of his thighs. his hands slid from your ass up to your hips. rooster's mouth kissed under your ear. "it's been a while," he said into your ear. his hot breath against your ear caused a shiver to run through your body. he hummed into your neck at the visceral reaction.

"it always ends the same with us," you comment.

rooster shrugs. "and i don't really give a fuck, babe."

you hold each other's gaze and you both down drink number one. you wave at penny, and two more drinks materialize in front of you. taking them into your hands, rooster pulls you out onto the dance floor. a slow country songs croons from the jukebox. there isn't a spot where your bodies aren't touching. rooster runs the hand not holding his beer up your spine. a moan escaped your lips and rooster smirked.

"god, that never gets old," he said on a kiss. "no other women in the world reacts to me the way you do." he was so cocky, but you loved it.

you ran a hand on the waistband of his jeans and a groan sat deep in his throat. "yeah, i'd have to say the same about you."

"touche."

and the end of a couple songs, and drinks number two, rooster led you to the bar. penny placed drinks number three down and gave you a what are you doing look. rooster's hands remained glued to your waist. all you could do was shrug.

"you know if we drink these, you're going to be in my bed tonight," rooster murmured in your ears.

"that is typically what happens after three drinks," you comment. rooster pulls your face toward him for the first public kiss of the evening.

when he pulled away, he held your gaze. "well okay, bottoms up." rooster threw his drink back. he slammed his glass on the counter and grinned. the quick intake of alcohol had your mind swimming. “beautiful,” he said, tilting your head up to him.

“pay the tab, roos,” you murmured, kissing his jaw line. as he handed penny the money, you hung onto him. rooster led you out of the bar toward his bronco.

leading you to the passenger door, he pushed you against it. "i've got to sober up just a little." he kissed you against the door as if his life depended on it. his body caged yours in, leaning sexily against the car, keeping his weight off you. he reached a hand to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"or you could call an uber?" you suggested against his lips. rooster's hands slipped under your ass and he lifted you up, guiding your legs around his waist. "i only need like twenty minutes." his lips trailed along your neck, sucking on the sweet spot under your ear.

"in twenty minutes we might talk ourselves out of this," you said, moving his face to look into his eyes. rooster chuckled against your skin, the sound reverberating throughout your body.

"not going to happen," he said on a kiss. rooster set you down and opened the door to the bronco. he slid in, pulling you onto his lap. as your thighs settled on either side of him, you brought your hands to his neck. smiling down at him, you connected your lips. rooster met your smile with one of his own.

"i decided the second i saw you, i was waking up next to you in the morning."

you rolled your eyes. "how do you know i'm not going to slip out before you wake up?" rooster's eyes held a challenge.

"because you didn't the last two times."

he got you there. accepting defeat, you pulled him to you for another kiss. "remind me again why we don't work past this?" he asked you.

"you sure are talking a lot," you murmur. his hand moves under your shirt. his featherlight touch earning goosebumps along your body. he stops just below your breast, gently running his hands back and forth.

"i'm just trying to understand," he said, his voice sounded almost sad. "no one else feels like this."

"roos, you have about five seconds to drop it before i call an uber to my apartment...alone." you didn't have the capacity to talk about the strings that come along with relationships. it didn't work and that was that.

rather than miss out on a night without you, rooster drops the conversation. he kissed your cheek, and then pulled you against him in a hug. "it's always the same with us, roos," you said for the second time that evening. reminding him that it's the same song and dance no matter what happens. the two of you exist to mutually benefit the other. always flitting through the other's life at the exact moment those benefits are needed.

"let's get home," he murmured. he maneuvered out from underneath you and over to the driver's seat. home.

as he pulled out the parking lot, he fed you a heart stopping smile. he reached over and flicked your chin lightly. you leaned your head back against the seat and looked toward him. "when we get to your apartment, i want the same energy from you as you had in that bar."

"as if there is any other energy in existence when it comes to you," he winked.

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[simpforrooster]

once we cross this line, it’s done.

aaron hotchner x f!reader

summary: aaron and reader have a love hate relationship that comes to a head after a case.

t/w: cursing, making out, mention of daddy issues and addiction.

“i didn’t know you were coming,” aaron hotchner’s deep voice rose above the others. outside of the bau, aaron had no qualms about maintaining professionalism.

you despised your unit chief. he was arrogant. he had no sense of humor. he was older than you and reminded you every chance he could. worst of all, he was the sexiest man you’ve ever known.

aaron fed you a delicious glare across the table as you slid onto the stool next to spencer. you answered with a smile you knew brought men to their knees. aaron was apparently immune.

which drove you insane.

you’d give anything for the tall unit chief to fall prey to you. he’d be putty in your hands.

“now kids, let’s play nice. we’re celebrating,” rossi said, noticing aaron hadn’t let up from trying to murder you with his eyes.

“yeah, hotchy. play nice,” you chided, a pout forming on your lips.

“don’t call me that.”

“or what?” you challenged. you cocked your head and raised a brow at him.

“okay, okay, calm down. here, pretty girl,” derek said, sliding you a lemon drop.

you smiled a thanks as you took a sip. “ya know,” you started, turning towards aaron. “if you keep looking at me like that, your face will freeze up.”

“imagine if you would have stayed home. i wouldn’t have to worry about it,” he shot back. the team shared a look with one another. rossi’s warning obviously fell on deaf ears.

you just couldn’t help it. riling aaron hotchner up was your favorite past time. tip toeing around him in the field and trying to be professional got so boring.

you knew when you landed a good jab. his jaw tightens, and his hands curl into fists at his sides, as if it’s taking every ounce of restraint to not reach over and put his hands on you.

which you’d welcome, because at this point, the lines have blurred so much between love and hate.

“believe me, hotchy, you’re thrilled i showed up here,” you said, bringing your drink to your lips. you held his gaze as you made a show of downing your drink.

“and why’s that?” he feigned disinterest, but he was dying to know the answer. his gaze slid over you the way it did when he interrogates an unsub and he was afraid to lose. aaron hotchner hated to lose. especially to you.

“i’m your favorite verbal sparring partner,” you said with a shrug. “you love to see how you can get under my skin. and you hate that i’m not intimidated by you like other people.”

“are you profiling me, agent?”

“you hired me to do just that.”

“i’m dying to know how that interview went,” derek stage-whispered to jj and emily. the girls hid their smirks with their drinks. aaron cut derek a look. “must’ve been a lot of tension in that office.”

“yeah. sexual tension,” emily muttered. you heard her. everyone heard her. aaron’s jaw tightened and he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

everyone braced themselves for the verbal lashing aaron was bound to give emily. but when his eyes opened, those brown irises stared straight at you.

a gorgeous smirk stretched across aaron’s face. like he just locked and loaded the biggest blow he was ever going to deliver. your body involuntarily leaned across the table closer to him. he answered you by leaning toward you, your bodies like magnets. as aaron’s mouth opened, jj grabbed your arm and pulled you from the stool.

“let’s dance!” disappointment slammed into you like a brick wall, but you let her pull you to the dance floor.

a top 40 thrummed through the speakers, and aaron forgotten, you let the music flow through you. shaking your hips to the beat, you lost yourself. so much so, you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you. large hands slide around your hips and turned you toward their owner.

“hotchy,” you breathed.

his hands slid up to your waist, pulling you a little closer to him. “aren’t you dying to know what i was going to say?”

“i’m dying to know a lot of things right now.” you made a point of looking down at the hands on your waist.

aaron turned you around in his arms and pulled you flush against him. the top 40 morphed into a slower country song. aaron’s hands moved toward your stomach and brought his mouth down to you ear.

“i was going to say,” he started. those fucking hands moving the two of you to the music. his long body touched every part of you, engulfing you in his presence. “that she was right.”

aaron began running kisses down your neck. your breath caught. you couldn’t think. you couldn’t speak. goosebumps ran up and down your arms. this wasn’t the way you saw the night going.

you were the one who was becoming putty. you’d only ever given thought to what you’d do him, you didn’t stop to think what it would be like to be at his mercy.

and right then, you’d do absolutely anything he asked of you.

“come on,” he said. your name fell out of his mouth like a prayer. “you know what they say about love and hate. and baby, i’ve never hated you.” he punctuated the sentence with a kiss beneath your ear.

“hotch,” you whispered. you wanted to add that y at the end, that one letter that drove him crazy, but your mind was racing through all the other ways you could drive him mad.

“i hate the way you consume my every thought.” aaron spun you back around, his finger on your chin tilting your head up. “i hate how every time you feed me a smart ass remark, i can’t shut you up with my mouth.”

he removed a hand from your waist, brushing it along your neck. tucking some hair behind your ear, he kissed along your jawline. the way he was making you feel was completely inappropriate for the middle of the bar.

not being able to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you clutched the front of his dress shirt. his eyes flicked down to them and back up.

“you consume my every thought. fuck, i spend half the time in the field preparing for all the ways i can keep you safe,” he rested his forehead against yours, the height difference causing him to lean further down. “that’s why i always pair myself with you.”

your eyes fall closed, working through the confession. you couldn’t believe it. you’d hope. god, you’d hoped. his arms engulfed you the exact why you thought they would. when aaron moved to completely torture the other side of your neck, a whimper escaped your lips.

you prayed the music drowned it out, but the way his brow quirked up told you otherwise. “i’ve never rendered you speechless before, agent. you always have a comeback for me,” he said, continuing to move the two of you to the beat of the music. aaron was so much taller than you were, and you fit into him perfectly.

one hand moved down to cup your ass, then quickly back up to your waist. the movement elicited another inhuman sound. aaron smirked this time. “i gotta say. those pretty noises are much better than your smart ass comments.”

you needed to gain control of this situation. aaron was having too much fun. of course, you were too. make no mistake. having aaron hotchner’s hands alllll over you is every girl’s dream.

“yeah? what are you going to do about it, hotchy?” you breathed. he snapped. any of his composure he was maintaining was gone. the team forgotten. he moved the two of your toward the women’s restroom.

“the bathroom, hotchy?” you teased.

“got any better ideas?” he asked, maintaining his beeline for the corner of the bar. about a million. but you were afraid if he left the bar, whatever spell the two of you were under would break.

you let him pull you through the door of the woman’s restroom. pining you against the door, his hand made quick work of the lock. he stared down at you. an internal battle caused his jaw to tighten.

“oh no,” you told him. “i don’t know what you’re working through in that gorgeous head of yours. but you’re wrong.”

“gorgeous?” he smirked. “what do you thinking i’m working through?” aaron took your wrists into his hand and pinned them against the door above your head. it was quiet in here. you could hear how out of breath both of you were. if you listened carefully, you could almost hear how erratic aaron’s heart was beating. “hmm? you don’t want to profile me again? i gotta say, it was hot when you did it.” you squirmed beneath his grip, but he wasn’t letting up.

“you’re not sure you should act on this desire.” his jaw tightened again. bingo. “you think you’re too old for me.” his adam’s apple bobbed. got it. “you’re afraid that once you start,” you swallowed. “you won’t be able to stop.” his grip on your wrists tightened every so slightly.

his eyes searched yours, and he made no move. you stood there staring at one another. daring the other to make the first move. that way, if it went to shit, you’d each have someone to blame.

“come on, hotchy, am i right?” you prodded. “i know i’m right.”

“first of all,” aaron leaned down to your ear. his lips brushed against it as he spoke. “in here. right now. when i have you at my mercy, im not hotchy.” he switched to your other ear. “second of all, i am too old for you.” he leaned his forehead against yours. “third of all, if i started, you’re not going to want me to stop.” aaron let you go and stepped back. he ran a hand down his face, then brought his hands to his hips. you’d completely unraveled him and you hadn’t even kissed.

you were going to have to make the first move. as confident has he came across, he was worried he read you wrong.

you stepped away from the door, closing the space he made. pushing him against the counter, you closed him in with your hands on either side of him. you had to crane your head completely to look up at him. aaron chuckled at the position you put him in.

"it doesn't quite have the same effect if you're not 6'4", huh?" you laugh with him.

"6'4"? you think i am six foot 4?" you stepped back, trailing your eyes along his body. he sure seemed six foot four. it was honestly just a shot in the dark. all you knew for certain was he was much taller than you. aaron shook his head. "I am six two."

"hotchy, you're the first man i have ever known to correct someone when they've overestimated their height." aaron turned you so that you were the one against the counter. he rested both hands on the outside of you, doing a much better job at caging you in than you did to him. "hmmm," you murmured. "this is what i was going for."

you brought your hands up to his neck, burying your fingers in his hair. "now, i want you to profile me." rising on tiptoes, you kissed a spot on his neck that you could reach. he leaned down, making it easier for you to assault his neck in your kisses.

"well, for starters, you love to rile me up." he took your neck in his hands and tilted your head back, stopping the kisses and forcing you to look at him. "you love knowing that you get under my skin. and you love being the only one who can."

"yeah, why is that, hotchner?"

"i think i made that perfectly clear on the dance floor, yeah?" his low voice reverberated through your body. the way his body felt moving against yours will forever be etched in your memory. "i'm not done with my profile, by the way."

"go on then," you said, dropping a hand to his bicep. you felt him flex under your hold. you quirked a brow at him, and he answered with a smirk. "god, you're so arrogant."

"and you love it," he said into your neck. "you also love that i am older than you. is it daddy issues?"

"i'm a grown woman, aaron, with a perfectly good relationship with my father," you narrowed your eyes at him. he shrugged under your grip. “well the unit chief doesn’t get it right all the time.”

“you’re right about one thing, i definitely do not care about your age. what i care about is we’ve spent the past 30 minutes driving one another insane and you haven’t made one move to kiss me.” it was out there. you laid it out on a silver platter. the end of this little cat and mouse game.

“you want me to kiss you?” he asked, feigning innocence. he lowered his lips until they were a breath away from yours. “i promise you there’s no going back from this. once we cross this line, it’s done.”

you moved your fingers through his hair. his eyes fell closed as he relished in the feeling. when he opened his eyes, you swear you couldn’t tell where is pupil ended and his iris began. the want in them was almost tangible.

“fuck it,” he said, pulling your mouth the rest of the way to his. kissing aaron hotchner was far better than you could have imagined. he knew exactly what he was doing. he’s must’ve kissed a lot of women to get this good.

he was right. there was absolutely no going back from this. you didn’t do drugs, but you suddenly understood first hand what it felt like to be addicted. kissing aaron was exactly that, addictive.

without breaking the kiss, he lifted you up to the counter and stepped between your legs. your knees immediately fell open to let him get as close as he could. this angle made it much easier to kiss him. his tongue ran along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. you granted it. he was devouring you in the most delicious way.

you don’t know how you ever lived without this man’s kiss. aaron groaned against your mouth as you rolled your hips against him. “i’m not fucking you in the bar bathroom.”

“but you want to,” you said into his ear. you felt the shiver that went through him. oh, he certainly wanted to.

“but i’m not.” he pulled back, but you went after him, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. a rare, real smile stretched his face.

“then, take,” kiss. “me” kiss. “home.” kiss. “aaron.”

at the mention of his name, he pulled you mouth back to his. “say it again.”

“aaron,” you breathed, arching your body into his. your hands slid beneath his suit jacket.

“you do know that’s the first time you’ve ever said my first name.”

you nodded against his chest. “i’ve been saving it for the moment you came to your senses and acted on whatever this was between us.”

a knock on the bathroom door had aaron completely removing himself from your space. “hey, uh, guys? did you want us to close your tabs? the bar is closing.” derek’s voice called. “god, this is embarrassing,” you heard him mumble.

you brought your hand to your mouth, trying to keep your giggles at bay. aaron looked back at you with another smile. “be right there, morgan!” aaron called.

he gave you one more kiss, before leading you from the bathroom.

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a/n: i’m completely procrastinating setting up my new classroom. my procrastination is your gain. 🤷🏼‍♀️

[simpforrooster]

did i get it right.

jake 'hangman' seresin x f!maverickreader

summary: reader and jake had a passionate romance while reader was in college. separating after graduation, reader finds herself once again in the same vicinity of the blonde pilot. jake recounts one of their dates gone wrong to the dagger squad. (listen to cop car by keith urban--it was the inspo for this fic!) t/w: cursing, alcohol intake, police officers. mad!maverick

“never have i ever been in the back of a cop car,” phoenix said, looking around.

jake lifted his beer at the same time you did, letting his green eye fall into a wink. he held your gaze as you sipped your drink. no one else drank.

“seems like a story,” phoenix commented, looking at you with raised brows.

“ahh,” jake said with a wave of his hand. “nothing interesting.”

coyote looked from you to jake. “that little look y’all shared sure wasn’t nothing.”

jake seresin was the love of your life. you met when your dad, maverick, was stationed at the same base as jake. you were going to college near the base, and jake was on his first assignment out of the naval academy.

mav hated it, but you and jake caught like wildfire. spending your four years of college with jake.

“find other friends, please,” mav begged. he couldn’t stand that hangman of all people won you over. secretly, he’d always hoped you and rooster would graduate past the sibling relationship the two of you found yourself in for most of your life.

when you graduated, jake was stationed across the country. you went your separate ways. neither of you really wanted to, but it was for the best. you didn’t see him until years later, when mav was called back to topgun. and hangman of all people was called for the training squad.

it’d been hard to see him again. you never moved on. of course you didn’t. how could you?

“come on,” phoenix begged, pulling you from your thoughts.

rooster sat back, arms crossed over his chest. when he met your eyes, he gave you an eye roll. of course he remembered the story. like mav, he’s never been supportive of you and his frenemy.

“you wanna tell them,” jake asked. “or do you want me to?”

“you tell them. you’re a lot better at story telling than i am.”

jake set his beer bottle on the table in front of him. leaning forward, he prompted himself up on his elbow. the long sleeves of his shirt were rolled up on his biceps, showing them off perfectly.

“let me set the scene. it’s eight years ago, precious over there was a junior in college—“

“i was a senior,” you interrupted. jake gave you an exasperated look.

“if you’re going to interrupt, you should just tell it”

you held your arms up in surrender. “just making sure you get the facts straight.”

“i remember every detail about that night as vividly as if happened last night,” he admitted. his eyes captured yours and memories flashed through your mind of all the times you spent together. the dagger squad may have not even been there.

~

8 years ago

“oh look at that one,” jake said in awe, as if he didn’t fly the exact planes that were taking off.

your legs kicked back and forth off the tailgate as you wrapped your arms around his. laying your head on his shoulder, you let him tell you about the different jets as if you didn’t grow up around them.

“sorry, i’m sure this is so boring for you. i know you probably know more about this stuff than i do.” he looked down at you.

you reached a hand up to his cheek. “jakey, i really don’t. besides, i love listening to you talk about what you love.”

jake smirked. “oh, in that case. you should meet this girl i’m seeing. she’s gorgeous. she can be a bit of a smart ass, though. she gets it from her dad.”

“ohhhkay,” you drawled. you pulled his face down to you, but when your lips were a breath away from him, sirens ruined the moment.

“fuck,” jake hissed.

“excuse me. this private military property,” the cop shouted. his flashlight shone so bright. jake turned to block the light from shining on you.

“we know,” you said sweetly. “we both live here. on base that is.”

“yeah. okay. let’s see some creds.”

jake rolled his eyes and hopped down from the tailgate. he held out a hand and you took it, allowing him to help you down.

“my credentials are in my car,” you whispered to jake. his frown deepened. he kept you next to him as he opened his driver door. he rifled around the console longer than he should have to just get his id. he rounded the truck and threw open the passenger door and began to search the glove box.

you looked over your shoulder at the police officer, who was growing more irritated by the second. you gave him your best maverick mitchell-esque smile, hoping he’d notice the resemblance.

he didn’t.

“fuck,” jake hissed for the second time that evening. jake emerged from the side of the truck. wrapping an arm around your waist, he also tried to give the officer one of his own award winning smiles.

too bad his worked better on women than men.

“so it’s the funniest thing, officer,” jake started. his arm tightened around you, pulling you protectively against him. “i don’t seem to have my id on me.”

the officer snorted, as if he’d been expecting this. he turned his gaze toward you.

“it appears my id is also on base.” you punctuated the sentence with another smile. the officer shared a look with his partner, then both of them pulled their handcuffs out.

“then you’re under arrest for trespassing.” the officers cuffed the two of you. as they read y’all your rights, they walked you to their car.

“okay, okay, this seems a bit much,” you shouted as the officer gently pushed you into the car. “please call my father!!”

“mav’s going to murder me,” jake whined, his head leaning back on the seat. the officers slammed the doors shut. "as soon as he sees me, he's going to shoot me."

“i can’t believe we left the base without our credentials.” you shook your head. you never left the base without knowing you had them on you.

jake’s eyes shone mischievously in the red and blue lights. “i remember a certain lady distracting me in the barracks with some pretty sensual kisses.”

if you weren’t cuffed, you’d have lightly smacked his shoulder. jake knew this and grinned at being able to get the dig in.

“maam,” the door opened. “who is your father?”

“pete mitchell. call the base. he’ll vouch for us,” you said. when the door shut, you turned back toward jake, “what if we ran?”

jake’s eyes widened in horror. “baby, you’ve lost your mind!”

“come on, i think we could take them,” you said on a giggle, looking out the back window as the two officers spoke on their walkies.

“you’re insane.”

“insane about you, maybe,” you said, scooting over until the two of you were completely touching. your cuffed hands made it hard to reach for him like you wanted to, but you managed to get close enough to grab his hand awkwardly.

jake leaned over to kiss you. his nose brushed against yours as he moved to kiss your cheek. while the officers sorted things out, you and jake talked. and kissed. and laughed. and made out some more. and you fell even more in love with him.

jake was deep in running kisses along your jaw when the sound of a motorcycle made him throw himself on the other side of the car. he stared out the car and watched maverick remove himself from his bike and stalk over to the officers. the face of a protective dad was on full display, and it only made jake sink further into the seats. "it was nice knowing you, sugar."

you rolled your eyes. "stop being so dramatic, hangman. where's that playboy confidence at?"

jake looked incredulously at you. "it flies out the fucking window when your father, my captain mind you, looks like that. that man would kill anything that hurt you. and unfortunately for me, that could include my beautiful face."

you both watched as maverick got in the officer's faces. you said a silent prayer that he wouldn't end up back here with you and your boyfriend for pissing one of the officers off.

after muffled shouts, jake's door flew open and he stumbled out. the officer began to roughly remove his cuffs. jake rubbed his wrists once the cuffs were finally off. "fuck, man. that wasn't necessary."

the other officer opened your door more gently and removed the cuffs like you were a princess. you didn't blame him based on the look your father was giving him.

"you cuffed them?!" he asked the officers.

"neither of them had any id on them. of course we cuffed them. next time, make sure you have your credentials on you," the officer said to you, his voice full of disdain.

"hey man, don't talk to my girl like that," jake shot, pulling you towards his truck. if looks could kill, between jake and maverick, these men would be six feet under.

"get her back safely, lieutenant," maverick said, mounting his motorcycle. "we'll talk about this at home. both of you." maverick kick started his bike and road back towards the base.

jake's face fell to his chest and he took a deep breath. "yeah, he's going to kill me. rooster will surely be an accomplice." jake led you over to the passenger side and opened your door. helping you in, he stopped and looked at you. "i love you."

your body warmed at the words and a silly grin grew on your face. every time jake said it, you could soar through the air. nothing else mattered when he said those three little words.

"i love you," you breathed back. jake leaned into the truck, completely invading your space. he kissed you like his life depended on it. he pushed you back along the bench seat, and climbed on top of you. his hand gripped your hips tight. the weight of his body was a welcome feeling as you brought your hands to the nape of his neck and brought his mouth down to yours. before anything progressed, a car horn pulled you from the moment.

jake swore and removed himself from you. he rounded the truck and slid into the driver's seat. he reached over to you, pulling you next to him. taking your hand in his, he placed it on the gearshift and proceeded to peel out of the lot and toward the base. jake always held your hand on the gearshift and it was your favorite thing in the world. the way he effortless drove his old chevy was insanely sexy.

"that was insane," he said approaching the entrance to the base.

"yeah, it was pretty fun," you agreed, your head resting on jake's shoulder.

"fun? sugar, you're going to be the death of me. unless he gets to me first." maverick was posted at the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest and the sourest look on his face.

mav didn't kill jake that night, but there were several other nights he came close.

~

present day

phoenix had hearts in her eyes. coyote shook his head at the sheer ridiculousness of the story. rooster's eyes were practically stuck in a perpetual eye roll. you and jake stared at one another.

"did i get it right?" he asked you.

"yes. you always do," you said on a sigh.

jake smirked. it was a smirk that always preceded one of his world-ending kisses. but the two of you were still broken up. neither of you had attempted to reconcile anything since you'd been reunited. "i remember every thing about that night because it was the night i decided i was going to marry you one day."

masterlist.

[simpforrooster]

take one more step toward her.

aaron hotchner x F!reader

summary: the team is called in for a case that causes reader and Aaron to fake date.

t/w: classic criminal minds stuff, gore, weapons, etc. some mentions of y/n (I know I know.. sorry!), some cursing.

the couple laid side by side in the photograph, the aftermath from the killer all around. despite the gore surrounding them, they looked sadly, peaceful. their hands clasped together, as if they reached for one another one last time.

Penelope changed the slide, and several more couples filled the screen. all posed the same way. all physically similar.

"they look..." you start.

"like hotch and y/l/n," Spencer finishes for you. you and your boss briefly lock eyes before returning them to the couples. the eye contact unleashing a flutter through your stomach.

"wow, they do," Derek concludes, zooming in on one of the photos on his tablet.

"the media is calling him the cupid killer, not very creative if you ask me," Penelope says. "bodies have been found every three days like clockwork. all the couples had the same restaurant in common."

the scene plays out in your mind. the couples enjoying a nice evening out. laughing, exchanging pda, having some drinks. once they leave the restaurant, someone compliments them. tells them how cute they are. asks how long they've been together. the unsub is likable, gets them to let their guard down. and when they do...

"why has it taken so long to call us in?" hotch asks. Penelope answers with a shrug of her shoulder, disappointment laced in her features.

"wheels up in 30," hotch declares, standing and collecting his things. he catches your eyes on more time before leaving the room.

~

"ssa Aaron hotchner," hotch holds his hand out to the sheriff. "this is agents y/l/n, Morgan, Rossi, prentiss, jareau, and dr. Reid." you all nod hello.

"thanks for coming in so quickly. I don't know how we missed the mark on the pattern so poorly." the sheriffs says, looking embarrassed.

"the latest couple was found last night," Rossi comments, "that leaves a few days to work the profile."

"assuming he isn't hunting and keeping them alive before dumping the bodies," prentiss counters.

"reid, morgan, go to talk to the ME and find out time of death," hotch says. "JJ, Emily, I want you to go to the latest crime scene. y/n, reid, I want you two to find any connections between these couples. their similar appearance is one thing, but there has to be something else connecting them."

you and reid set up in the conference room of the local pd. Spencer scans the files at his inhuman speed, but has enough decency to wait on you to conclude your search.

"they're all boss and subordinate," you murmur. just like you and hotch. they look just like you and hotch. how is this possible? how is he able to find people that fit this exact profile?

"yeah, I picked that up too. but why?" Spencer stands, taking in the photos on the cork board. Spencer rests his chin in his hand, his brain analyzing everything he read.

"maybe he was in a similar situation and was burned?" you theorize.

"and he's using these couples as a surrogate? maybe. what if he worked for a company and was up for a promotion and the boss gave it to his girlfriend?" Spencer says. the thought sinks in.

"we keep using he, but what if its a woman?" you mention. "the murders are classic overkill. maybe she had a thing for the boss and he chose the other woman?"

"you could be on to something there. the killings all scream rage. I think we should deliver the profile."

~

another couple was killed and none of you felt any closer to catching the unsub. the profile was sound, the geographical profile was locked down. she managed to evade everyone.

"I hate to say this," Derek starts. "but I think we are going to have to lay a trap. she's smart. she knows we're here."

prentiss looks between you and hotch. "I think he's right."

"you up for that?" hotch asks you.

"if it helps the case," you respond. hotch nods and starts putting a plan together.

~

later that evening, your in your hotel changing into the "date" clothes JJ picked up at the local mall.

the little black dress she picked hugs you in all the right places, and stops mid thigh. the black stiletto heels pull the look together. JJ pulls your hear back in an intricate updo.

"I feel like I am walking to my funeral," you murmur.

jj lightly smacks your shoulder with the hairbrush. "don't say that. just think of it as getting to play pretend with your sexy boss."

you groan. "I regret telling you that."

Emily perks up from the other side of the room. "please, we all know you're obsessed with him."

jj finishes and steps back, admiring her work. you can't help but take in your appearance. any trace of FBI agent is gone. you look exactly like someone going out on the town with her lover.

you felt naked without your side arm, but the restaurant would be surrounded with agents and swat. besides, you know pretend or not, Aaron would protect you with his life.

as you enter the lobby, Aaron's eyes trail over your body. getting into character, you feed him a huge grin, just like you've always wanted to. Aaron holds out a hand to you and you slide your palm in his. he gives you a twirl, a rare smile on his lips. "wow," he says appreciatively.

"wow, yourself," you gesture to his outfit that is exactly his suit he arrived in. Aaron shrugs, a chuckle on his lips. "without my creds, I am just a guy in a suit taking his hot girlfriend out on a date." the words hot girlfriend hit you. so maybe there was some truth to what Emily said. you are obsessed with your boss, and have been since the day you met him.

but he's just that. your boss. and there's the age gap.

aaron’s hand comes to the small of your back as he leads you out of the lobby into a rental car.

“can’t pull up to the restaurant in government issue suvs,” you chuckle to yourself. aaron’s eyes flick over to you, a smile playing at his lips.

“so,” he starts.

“so,” you echo.

“this has to look pretty believable, yeah?” his gaze is on the road, but did you detect a tiny bit of nervousness in his words?

“right. the second she suspects we aren’t a real couple, she could take out everyone in the restaurant.”

“i guess im trying to figure out what you’re comfortable with and what you aren’t.”

ever the gentleman. you may never get another opportunity to have aaron hotchner play a lovesick boyfriend, and you aren’t going to waste it.

a nervous laugh escapes your lips. "i am comfortable with what ever sells the narrative." his brow quirks up in response. "me too," he confirms.

~

you and hotch follow the hostess to the booth, and hotch places a hand on the small of your back to guide you in. rather than sit across from you, he slides in next to you. his thigh presses against yours. he smiles a thanks as he takes the menus from the hostess.

"your server will be with you soon."

hotch peruses the menu while you take a second to scope out the place. prentiss and jj are set up at the bar on coms, and you passed Rossi as the two of you entered.

hotch's hand comes down to your thigh, squeezing it a little. he hasn't looked up from his menu, and the action almost second nature. "what are you going to get?" he murmurs, still studying the menu like it has the answer to the case in it.

you startle, picking up the menu as if it just materialized. "probably just a caesar salad," you say, barely glancing at the open menu. hotch's hand is burning a hole into your thigh, you can't hardly stand it.

"is this okay?" he whispers.

you smile. "Aaron, I already told you." his jaw flexes at the mention of his name. you can count on one hand the number of times you have called your boss his first name.

"good evening, you two. what can I start you off to drink?" your waitress pulls the two of your attention. when she takes you in, you see a slight flicker in her eye. hotch seems to see the same thing, because he jumps into motion. his large arm comes up around your shoulder.

"two waters," he says, holding up to fingers.

"a glass of rose, please."

"honey, you know how you get with wine," hotch chastises playfully. you lean into his neck and breathe him in.

"that's why I am ordering it, Aaron," you flirt, throwing in his name again to see if you can recreate his action from earlier. you see it immediately. his tell. the way the right side of his mouth quirks up. god, you want to kiss him.

"well aren't you guys the sweetest things," the waitress comments. "I'll be right back with your drinks and to take your order."

Aaron brings his mouth down to your ear. "what are you thinking?" about him? about the case? his large body has you nestled between him and the wall, and you have never felt safer. especially considering the two of you just spoke to the unsub.

"I think it's her," you say through a smile. "did you see how bruised her knuckles were?" as the unsub approaches your table with your drinks, hotch leans down to place a kiss beneath your ear. his eyes open and lock onto yours as he pulls away to acknowledge the unsub. you pray he doesn't notice how flushed you are.

hotch orders for the two of you as you hang onto his arm. acting like you can't get enough of this man. as the unsub turns to leave, hotch brushes his knuckles along your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. you let out a breath as his mouth connects against yours. your hands rise to grip his collar and pull him closer. his name tumbles out of your mouth and you realize how much trouble you're in.

this "trap" has only strengthened your crush on this man.

when you pull back, you look for the unsub over his shoulder. sliding your hands around his neck, you position your mouth against his ear. "she's gone." hotch turns his face towards you. his finger tips your chip up him.

"do you have any idea what you do to me when you say my first name?" his words are raspy. indicative to what your kiss did to him. fuck.

you hold his brown eyes with yours way longer than you know you should. fuck pretend. "are you going to kiss me again, sir?" his pupil dilate when he registers you said sir.

"you've officially ruined that word. I am never going to be able to stand for you to call me that again," he says, pulling you towards him for another kiss. you're officially not acting, and he can't be either. this feels too real. too right.

"fuck," hotch curses against your lips as he pulls back. he adjusts his tie and leans back against the booth. he snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. you're almost in his lap. you look up at him, pressing a kiss onto his jaw. he chuckles a little to himself, and looks down at you.

you can picture the way the two of you look to an outsider. two people madly in love.

the unsub startles both of you as she sets the food down. she steps back expectantly, waiting for the two of you to take a bite. and for the first time, it occurs to you how she gets her victims to let down their guard. there is definitely something laced in this food. hotch comes to the same realization.

"could I get some more dressing?" you ask, needing her to move on.

"of course," she mutters, turning toward the kitchen.

"she's laced this," hotch tells you, his expression turning serious. a complete 180 from how he was looking down at you a second ago.

the unsub returns, placing a cup of dressing down in front of hotch.

"thank you," he says dismissively.

she doesn't move. "how long have you been together? y'all are just so sweet," she says taking the two of you in. her face is almost manic. hotch's arm comes back around you, protectively. you curl into his side, slipping an arm around his front. it looks like you're playing up the romance, but hotch's side arm is right there under his jacket, juuuust in case.

"it's all a little new," you admit, looking up at him. "I never thought he would want to date me given our power dynamic at work."

the unsub shoots hotch a glare for a millisecond. bingo.

"I didn't want any one to get the wrong idea, love," he says, kissing your cheek.

"you're her boss?" she asks, her hands clutch her order book.

hotch shrugs as if it couldn't be helped. "I know it's frowned upon, but look at her. she's gorgeous."

"I'll let you get to your dinner," she says and abruptly leaves for the kitchen.

"she is going to follow us when we get up to leave," hotch says, looking down at his dress shirt. your cheeks redden as you remember the team has heard everything that's gone on between him and you. not your best work, forgetting about the wire. "do not engage her. I don't want to make anything worse." hotch looks to you, fishing some cash out of his wallet. he slides out of the booth, holding his hand out to help you. once you're on your feet, he pulls you against him.

now that the two of you are standing, he has to lean down further to reach your ear. goosebumps fills your arms when his mouth touches your ear. "I will protect you, okay. we have triggered her, and she's unpredictable." your arms grip his biceps and you nod against him. his lips move to your cheek and he places a chaste kiss there. you turn your head, connecting your lips together. you can't help it. something could go wrong as soon as you leave the restaurant. hotch deepens the kiss and pulls back.

not letting go of your hand, he tosses his cash onto the untouched food and makes toward the exit.

hotch leads you down the sidewalk. footsteps appear behind you almost instantly.

"do you know how much your relationship is hurting people?!" the unsub screeches. the two of you turn, and nestled in her grip is a gun. hotch holds his hands up in surrender. "I don't know what you're talking about." he takes a step towards her, angling his body so he's blocking you.

"she's your subordinate. it's inappropriate!" she says, taking a step toward you.

"maybe to some," he admits. the ubsub angles herself toward you. she knows aaron is trying to protect you. you take a step closer to him, and she steps closer to you. the hand holding her gun shakes. "but I love her."

another step to you. "no you don't!"

"Aaron," you mutter. he's trying to reason with her. trying to get close to her to stop her from making a rash decision, but it's not working.

the unsub takes one more step toward you and Aaron pulls his suit jacket off, revealing his side arm. "take one more step toward her." in a swift motion, he has his Glock in this hand, trained on her.

"you're going to shoot me?" she screams.

"I don't want to," he says. "but I will to protect her."

"she's not even prettier than me! why do you want her!?" the unsub is completely coming unraveled. you and Spencer were right, she's using couples as a stand in for who hurt her.

the unsub lifts her foot, and as she places it closer to you, a gunshot goes off.

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i fucking knew it.

aaron hotchner x f!reader

summary: you and aaron have secretly been dating for a while—and the team is starting to suspect it.

t/w: 18+. MDNI. light smut (plz don’t come for me, it was my first time writing something like it), a mention of an age-gap, some cursing, mentions of criminals. i don’t think there is too much gender identifying language, but i did imagine a female while writing.

a/n: i had no idea where this one was gonna go. i hope you enjoy!!

aaron hotchner catches your gaze over the manila folder he’s holding. to the average person, they wouldn’t think twice about this action.

but, you know better.

his eyes hold yours for a few seconds longer, before he resumes reading the details of the case.

the lowlights of the jet’s interior mask the flush that’s appeared on your cheeks. hotch feigns a stretch, his shoe tapping yours slightly as he crosses his leg.

“sorry,” he mumbles, not taking his eyes off the folder.

you wave him off, knowing your voice would betray you.

i saw that, your phone buzzes with a text from jj.

it was an accident, you reply.

yeah right, emily shares.

what! what’s happening? gosh, i hate that i’m stuck in the lair, penelope adds.

hotch smirks at his folder, affirming he knows exactly why your phone is blowing up.

the two of you have managed to keep your relationship under wraps for the past couple of months, but the girls have started to suspect something. rossi too, but you can’t be certain.

aaron caught your eye as soon as you started at the bau. you’d learn that you’d caught his almost instantly. but he was your boss, and there was the age difference.

several late nights of him helping you with your reports and chinese takeout, you fell for one another.

oh, nothing. just hotch thinking he’s being subtle, jj tells penelope.

~

“three rooms?” hotch asks the tired man behind the desk.

“take it or leave it, man. it’s 2 am,” the clerk says on a yawn.

“i call reid and rossi!” derek sticks his hand in the air. emily reaches out to jj’s arm and pulls her into her side.

rossi shakes his head and exchanges a look with aaron. “which one of you boys are sleeping on the floor?”

hotch looks at you apologetically, but you see the underlying want behind those brown eyes.

“i guess that leaves us,” hotch murmurs to his bag, trying to remain unbothered. he grabs your duffle and starts toward the elevator.

your phone buzzes in your back pocket.

one bedroom trope! emily sends to the group.

epee! penelope replies.

he grabbed her bag, pen! jj shares.

aaron has never once carried anyone’s bag to a hotel room. his gaze catches yours over his shoulder telling you he realizes the implications. his stoic expression returns as you all enter the elevator.

~

the girls, reid, morgan, and rossi get off at the third floor, leaving you and aaron in the elevator alone. not before jj shoots you a wink. hotch visibly relaxes, and gives you one of those smiles he reserves only for you and jack.

"we're on another floor? that's really going to set the girls off," you comment. aaron shrugs like the duffle bag gave it all away and yall should just fuck the secrecy. he takes a step closer to you. back-to-back cases have kept the two of you from any quality time that wasn't outside of a police precinct and the tension radiates off him.

aaron leads you down the hall once the elevator doors open on the fourth floor. his giant hand engulfs yours, and you can't wait to get into the room.

"this is us," he gestures toward the door. dropping your hand, he pulls the keycard from his pocket. swiping y'all in, he pulls you into the room.

as soon as the door closes behind you, you're being pushed against it.

"god, I've been dying to get my hands on your for days," hotch groans against your mouth. you answer him with a small moan you tried to keep in.

you push his suit jacket off his shoulders, then grip his tie. using his tie, you pull him completely flush against you. his tall body is all over you. there is no spot where his body isn't touching yours.

“tell the criminals to take a break,” you breathe. “you almost blew it at the precinct in the last case.”

aaron moves his kisses along the side of your neck. “that officer was getting a little too friendly with you.”

“but a couple hair flips had him on our side, yeah?” you’re breathless with the work aaron is making of your neck. at the mention of your harmless flirting, his arms tighten possessively around you. his mouth moves lower along your collarbone, sucking lightly. he’s learned where most of your shirt collars lie so he can hide the marks he leaves on you.

aaron pulls you from the door, kissing you like you’re his lifeline. he walks you back until the back of your knees hit the bed. “no more work talk, baby,” he says against your mouth. heat pulls in your lower belly at the pet name and a sigh escapes.

the first time aaron called you anything but your last name, you could have climbed him right then. he still uses your last name, or just agent, in the field, but it’s softer than it used to be.

as aaron pushes you back on the bed, you make quick work removing his tie and dress shirt. the white shirt he wears underneath pulls across his chest. your arms move over his biceps reveling in just how nice they are.

“you like what you see?” aaron smirks, his hand slipping under your top.

you answer him with a hand on his chin, guiding him to your lips. “always,” you breathe.

he smiles against your lips. “why don’t we get you a little more comfortable,” he says, pulling your top off and throwing it to the other side of the room. you’re pretty sure it lands on the lamp. this earns a laugh. aaron checks over his shoulder and chuckles along with you.

“i told you, i need to get my hands on you.” he reaches behind you, unclasping your bra. which follows the same trajectory as your shirt.

“hmm, this isn’t quite fair,” you murmur. you push aaron back until you’re sitting up in his lap. your thighs settle on either side of his, and his hands fall to them, giving them a light squeeze.

“tell me.”

“you still have your shirt on,” you tell him, running your hands along his chest. aaron reaches back with one hand and pulls the undershirt from his body. it’s so insanely sexy, your mouth drops open. how is this guy real?

aaron chuckles again. “you never cease to amaze me.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re practically an adonis.”

he rolls his eyes and pulls you flush against him. “you’re talkative tonight.” he presses a kiss under your ear. you crane your neck to give him more access.

“i always talk a lot when i’m nervous,” you admit. truthfully, there is nothing to be nervous about. you and aaron have slept together plenty of times since you’ve gotten together. this is, however, the first time while you’re on a case.

aaron pulls back and studies your face. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, baby.” his brown eyes search yours. the want in his is palpable. you’re certain the same is reflected in yours. your hands knot in his hair and you guide his mouth to yours.

“no, i want to. i need to,” you say, rolling your hips into his, his erection has your cheeks flushing. “i just still can’t believe it’s happening. you and me,” you admit.

aaron kisses you. it’s full of wanting and urgency, as if he’s afraid you’re going to disappear right beneath his fingertips.

“you and me were destined the moment i laid eyes on you,” he says, laying you back and settling between your legs.

~

the next morning, there is just enough time to grab some continental breakfast before meeting the local pd. normally, you don’t like to waste time on something as menial as breakfast, especially with a serial killer on the loose, but you and aaron had a lot of time to make up for and you’d built up quite the appetite.

you left aaron with a chaste kiss on his cheek in the room, before joining everyone in the lobby sans duffle.

“well, you’re glowing,” jj comments as you join her and emily at the table. derek turns from where he’s sitting with rossi and reid. “what’s that?”

emily points to you with her fork. “look at her. a literal ray of sunshine.”

“she looks normal to me,” reid comments. “if not a little worn down. are you feeling okay, y/l/n?” your eyes fall closed, trying to keep your emotions regulated.

“that, reid, is post-coital bliss,” derek says.

“yall have no idea what you’re talking about,” you tell them, praying your cheeks haven’t turned pink, because they’re exactly right.

rossi jumps in to save you. “come on boys and girls. let’s not make claims of our unit chief breaking fraternization rules on a case unless we’re sure,” he chides. he gives you a knowing look. aaron has definitely let rossi know what’s been going on. hell, if you didn’t know any better, rossi was probably the one who pushed aaron to finally make a move. you shoot him a grateful look.

“who’s breaking fraternization rules?” a deep voice sounds from behind you. just the sound of his voice has you wanting to drag him back up to the room. “baby, you’ve got to have more than that,” aaron comments on your lone piece of toast.

your face jerks towards him at baby. aaron curses lightly under his breath. a rare slip up from mr. professional himself. he stands there with both your duffels in his hands, his shoulder slumped in defeat.

derek smacks the table, cause the front desk workers to look over. “i fucking knew it!!”

your head falls into your hands. aaron’s laugh reverberates through the lobby. his real, earnest laugh. “well, i did good for a while there, huh, babe?” he says to you. leaning back in your chair, you tilt your head back to see him. the grin on his face could cause world peace. it’s not everyday the team gets to see aaron’s real emotions.

“you did,” you agree. he leans down and places a quick kiss on your lips before walking over to the desk to turn the room keys in.

as you reface the girls, their eyes are sparkling.

“i fucking knew it,” emily echos derek under her breath.

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green looks good on you, babe.

Jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

summary: the new bartender at the hard deck is a little too friendly with hangman.

t/w: some cursing, I pictured a female reader as I wrote, but I think that it can be read gn. some allusions to smut. 18+ to be safe!

you step out the restroom at the hard deck, running your wet hands along the bottoms of your shorts. you'd have to remember to let penny know about the lack of paper towels.

scanning the bar, your gaze lands on your boyfriend. his elbows are propped on the bar, and he's wearing his signature smirk. the new bartender says something to him, her eyes full of mischief. he doesn't give her the satisfaction she's looking for. her shoulders slump at whatever he tells her.

your stomach churns with something unfamiliar--no, its just been a while since you've felt this emotion.

you're jealous.

god, Jake is going to eat this up.

Jake runs a hand through his hair, looking over his shoulder for something. or, someone.

when his green eyes land on yours, his right one drops into a slow wink. when he turns back towards the bar, the bartender is there with a fresh drink. he takes it from her, and she makes a big show of touching his hand. she winks at him.

that does it. not being able to take watching this girl shamelessly flirt with your boyfriend, you saunter over.

as you approach, Jake's eyes trail your body, sending a surge of chills through you. you slide next to him, throwing your arm around his neck. taking the glass from his hand, you throw back the remaining whiskey. he never takes his eyes off you.

you slam the glass down on the bar, then pull him in for a kiss. Jake's hands slide around your waist, where he squeezes once. this squeeze tells you he knows exactly what you're doing.

when you pull back, Jake spins you around to pull you into his lap. catching the bartender's eyes, you give her the same smirk she tried to give Jake.

if looks could kill, you'd be dead.

she turns from the two of you to take an order from another patron.

Jake buries his face into your neck and places a few kisses there. he drags his nose along the side of your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear. "green looks good on you, babe."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jake's chuckle tickles your ear. you grind against his crotch. this shuts his smugness right up.

"hey, hey, hey. I didn't say I didn't like it," he murmurs into your ear again. his hand comes up to your jaw, and he turns you to him. those green eyes look right to your soul. "I like when you get possessive."

he looks down to your lips, his eyes slowly rise up to your eyes. Jake's surefire sign of wanting to kiss you. the hand on your jaw reaches around to tangle in your hair.

"you know I only have eyes for you, darlin'," he says against your lips. you completely melt in his arms, right there at the bar. a giddy laugh escapes your mouth as he kisses you.

"somethin' funny?" he asks, pulling back, a smirk on his mouth. you throw your arms around his neck and pull him in for a hug.

"you just make me so happy," you say lamely. no matter how eloquent you try to word your feelings for this man, you can't. he answers you with a kiss.

"hey! if you two are about to take one another on one of my stools, I will kindly ask that you don't." penny materializes in front of you. "you're freaking my bartenders out." the bartender who flirted with Jake met you with the same smirk you gave her.

before the gasp escapes your mouth, Jake stands the both of you up. he throws a wad of cash down and tips his chin to penny.

"see you next time, penny-dear," he tells her, and leads you out the bar.

"what a bitch!" you shriek as your body crosses the threshold. the bartender of course, not penny. never penny.

"calm down, killer," Jake says, pulling you into him. "let's get you home."

Jake pulls his keys from his pocket. inserting the key into his old truck, he jerks his hand to the right. he moves to open the door for you then stops. he grabs you by the waist and presses you against the door.

one hand stays on your waist while the other braces himself against the car. he moves closer to you, completely engulfing you into him. the kiss he gives you completely wipes your memory of everything having to do with that girl.

he pulls your bottom half against him. he wants you to feel how hard he is for you. a gasp escapes your lips, and he answers it with a smirk.

"now what else do I have to do?" his chest heaves, completely breathless.

"take me home, hangman," you tell him. he pulls your from the door, and practically tosses you into the passenger seat.

a/n: I am out of school for the summer! y'all know what that means! more fics! I want to keep writing to top gun maverick, but criminal minds isn't off the table, and I did recently see thunderbolts, so I am in my marvel era again. we'll see what the summer brings!

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jake 'hangman' seresin x f!simpsonreader

summary: jake and reader are trapped in an elevator, much to jake's excitement, and reader's demise. t/w: mentions of claustrophobia, on-page panic attack, some fluff. 18+ content mentioned.

“hold the door!!” a southern drawl calls out to you, his handsome face barely visible as the elevator doors start to close.

as you punch the close door button, his strong forearm stops the door, and he runs in.

jake “hangman” seresin feeds you an annoyingly beautiful smirk. you answer with one of your best eye rolls.

“thanks, sugar,” he drawls. his flight suit is unzipped to his waist, showcasing the tight black shirt stretched across his chest.

“in a hurry?” you ask, keeping your gaze straight ahead, watching the numbers countdown.

“i could ask you the same. coulda’ sworn i saw your finger reach for the close door button.” his blonde brow arches up.

god, he’s infuriatingly handsome. and your favorite verbal sparring partner.

“just trying to deliver these reports to, Dad. he left them on the counter and called me in a tizzy,” you reply. “you?”

“oh, i heard you were making an appearance on base and had to see you,” he winks. “couldn’t let the pretty simpson go without a little flirting.”

“don’t call me that,” you say. “hey does the elevator feel like it’s—“

before you can get the words out, the elevator lurches and throws you into jake, the papers you were holding scattered all along the floor. the lights dim out, replaced by a red emergency light.

his strong arms lock around your waist, holding you up. your gaze is locked on his chest where his shirt meets his collarbone. your breaths start to come in short spurts.

“is this a bad time to tell you this is my worst nightmare?” you murmur.

“is this a bad time to tell you i’ve never been happier with the way you’re clinging to me for dear life?” he whispers back, his breath soft on your ear.

for a moment, your fear is replaced with longing. you look up into his green eyes, and he gives you another smirk. you remove your hands from him and try to step back.

he matches your step, not unlocking his arms from your waist. one hand cups your neck.

“your pulse is racing,” he comments. "i didn't know you felt this way about me, simpson." his lip quips up in the corner.

the walls of the elevator feel like they're closing in. in a matter of seconds, you are going to be enveloped between the lacquered wood walls. the roof of the tiny box is joining the walls, ready to squish you into your eternal doom.

"please don't be a smart ass, jake," you managed to say in between your gasping breath.

jake pulls back to take in your features. his green eyes roam over your face. your hands are in fists against your own chest, rising up and down in time if your hyperventalations.

jake reaches for your hands, and you don't fight. he flattens out your fists, enveloping them between his own. realization falls over his beautiful face.

"you're having a panic attack." it's not a question.

in an instance, the jake you know and hate--err, love--is gone. in his place is lieutenant seresin, the aviator with three confirmed kills. the man who is going to rise in rank in no time.

"listen to me, simpson," he says your last name as if he's speaking to your dad, not trying to get into your pants like usual.

his green eyes lock and hold yours. you couldn't look away if you wanted to.

"the walls are closing in. we're going to be crushed," you admit your fears, feeling the tears you've been trying to keep away roll down your cheeks. saying the fear aloud helps you reason with the absurdity of it.

"they aren't," he murmurs, continuing to rub your palms in his. the sensation pulls your thoughts from the elevator, keeping your present with jake.

"the roof too," you whisper. jake shakes his head. there is no sign of the flirty pilot. no sign of raised brows questioning your sanity. lieutenant seresin believes you. he believes this illogical fear.

and he's helping you through it.

"we're stuck," you croak. this time, jake nods. you sink to the floor, and jake goes along with you. he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. reaching over your shoulder, he pushes the call button.

"power outage on base," the collected voice announces. "working as fast as they can. who is in the elevator?"

"lieutenant seresin and y/n simpson."

"noted. hang tight, you two. might be a little while."

a little while. the phrase has your pulse ramping back up. how long is a little while? thirty minutes? an hour? overnight?

as if he can read your mind, jake begins rubbing your palms. you meet his eyes and your breathing starts to steady.

"it's okay. you can be scared. i'm here," he whispers. "you are safe. your biggest enemy right now is your mind."

"i know," you admit. one of his hands lets go of yours to rest on your neck. he slides the hand up to your cheek. immediately, you lean into the touch. he calloused hand rough against your cheek helps to keep you from exploring all the ways this elevator could hurt you. his thumb brushes under your eye, removing a tear.

"i'm sorry," you say, embarrassment replacing some of your anxiety.

jake looks startled. "you have nothing to apologize for." jake looks around the elevator, and in a stage-whisper says, "i used to feel so claustrophobic in my jet."

the admission catches you off-guard. "you don't have to make me feel better, hangman."

he shakes his head. "i'm not. it was a huge thing. i thought i would never make it through the academy."

"but you did."

"i did."

"thank you, jake," you murmur. the serious mask of the lieutenant slips, and your jake is back feeding your soul with that insufferable smirk.

jake's hands are still on your body, and now that you're convinced the elevator is not alive and wanting to crush you, the weight of him fills you with longing.

a longing you have tried to ignore.

jake must sense this too, because he pulls you over to straddle his lap. both hands settle on your face, and yours holds onto his wrists.

"is this how you saw your 'flirting' playing out?" you whisper, leaning into him, stopping millimeters from his mouth.

"did i see the pretty simpson straddling my waist? i can't say i did. i'll admit, i did fantasize about kissing you against the wall." his hands fall to your outer thigh, running his hands slowly up and down them. "this is so much better."

"you fantasize about me?" you ask, your restraint waning.

jake rolls his eyes and slides his hands up to your waist. your body betrays you by shivering under his touch, which doesn't go unnoticed by him. his lips spread into a smile. a genuine smile.

"oh, baby, please." the pet name sends another thrill through you. he's called you baby before. but it's never had the want behind it like it does now. "i know for a second you don't believe i haven't."

his eyes roam your face again, this time, searching for consent. "are you feeling okay enough for me to kiss you?"

"i am dying for you to kiss me, jake," you say. jake's mouth collides with yours in a mixture of relief and wanting. the tension in your bones releases as you press yourself further into him. the groan at the back of his throat causes one of your own to meet it.

jakes hands move to your back, pressing you against him. you are in his lap and still feel like you can't get close enough. his erection presses against his flight suit, a deep flush filling your cheeks.

reading your emotions, he murmurs against your ear, "i can't even attempt to hide what you do to me, but i'm not doing anything you aren't comfortable with."

"i'm certainly not comfortable with the idea of my father pulling the camera footage of his daughter and one of his pilots," you laugh into jake's neck.

"hmmmm," he hums against your ear. "yeah, that'll do it." jake helps you off his lap, and you settle into the side of him. his arms envelope you, pulling you close. "join me at the hard deck tonight? you know, given we're rescued in time to join everyone?"

you answer him with a kiss on the cheek. another wide smile forms, and he pulls you in for a sweet kiss.

a/n: i hope you enjoyyyyeddddd.

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