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[purple-scarf-mistress]

What BAU vibes do I give off? Drop an Anon! PLEASE!

🔪 Emily

🍭 Garcia

🎃 Spencer

🦋 JJ

🍝 Rossi

🔫 Hotch

🧨 Morgan

[purple-scarf-mistress]

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Your head throbbed painfully as the pressure on the BAU jet changed. Maybe flying with a councusion across the country wasn’t the best idea. Your turned your attention to the feeling of long fingers rubbing through your hair in a very rythmic pattern.

Spencer hand’t left your side since he and the team found you unconscious in an ally. The UNSUB had hit you over the head with a crow bar and luckily for you it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

He stayed with you through the ambulance ride telling them everything they needed to know about you. Your height, weight, birthday, allergies, and any medications you were on, even the date of your last period.

He repeated the same things when they got you inside and the doctor came in to ask questions but you had still been unconscious.

He even sat in the chair next to your hospital bed all night until you finally came too. Finding your hand safely tucked into his while his other held a book he was reading out loud to you. Of course you had no idea what it was saying - it was in Russian.

Now he had your head placed gently in his lap while the jet took you guys home and away from this case.

“You should be resting (y/n)” he chided.

“How did you know I was awake? My eyes aren’t even open?”

“Your breathing changes when you are sleeping to when your awake. I noticed the difference”

“Only you would notice that” you tried to move, regretting it instantly.

“Lay back, relax and let me take care of you” he said getting a water bottle and some pain medicine. He dropped the pill onto your tounge and gently held the bottle to your lips so you could sip and swallow.

“Thanks Spence”

“Oh course love” he smiled before resuming petting your hair. “Rest now”

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🏆 girl I’m feeling this man so hard right now!!

Morgan was on his way to pick you up for your date night. You had no idea what he had planned but you knew for a fact what you wanted to happen. He had been gone for almsot a whole week and you were in desperate to get him in bed tonight, or against a wall.... a bathroom stall... the car seat. It didn’t matter. The fact is you knew you were getting laid tonight. No matter what.

You prepped everything. Prefectly shaved legs, a sexy short little dress that hugged your curves just right and no panties. It’s not that you weren’t bringing any, you just weren’t going to wear them.

You smiled hearing the doorbell and quickly flitted from your room to the door throwing it open.

Before you could say hi Morgan stepped into the room and kissed you passionately. He pressed his body against yours and backed you into the room kicking the door shut behind him.

You moaned in the kiss. The panties you had in your hand that you planned to slip into his pocket fell to the floor onto his shoes.

He pulled back to see what feel and smirked.

“Oh,” he smirked “I’m glad we’re on the same page”

He lifted you quickly up onto the counter and laid you back. Winking at you casually, “I’m glad your panties dropped that quickly for me babe”

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⚠️- Hotch

Shortly after leaving Hotch’s office you felt your phone buz. It was a text from him and you couldn’t help but smirk.

Thanks for sharing that talented tounge with me today. It’s got much better uses than speaking all those languages. 😏

You started to feel everyone’s eyes on you realizing that the entire team was looking at you. Why did they all have their phones out ?

You looks back down at the screen and realized that it was in the team group chat.

“Fuck!” Hotch yelled form inside his office.

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[purple-scarf-mistress]

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Your anxiety reved up as the plane decened into LAS airport. You had already gone to the bathroom to change your clothes, twice, before the plane began the decent. You wanted to look your very best.

Your hands had to fiddle with something to channel the extra anxiety and found its target on the inflight drink napkin. You twisted it this way and that.

You startled when soft hands reached over and took yours in them. “Love, you seem anxious. I didn’t realize you were afraid of planes landing. You know it’s more likely you will die falling off your bed, one in two million, than it is to die in a plane crash, which is a 1 in 11 million...”

“It’s not that.” You cut him off biting your lip. You were slightly embarrassed by what was eating at you.

“Then what is it love?” His hand reached up to cup your face. He was clearly worried about you.

“What if she doesn’t like me? What if she thinks I’m not right for you! What if..” the plane landed stopping your train of thought. You felt like you might be sick as the plane started taxing to the gate.

It didn’t help that Spencer was laughing while pulling you into a hug.

“It’s not funny Spence!”

“Love, I’m not laughing at you. It’s cute, really. You’re worried about meeting my mom for the first time.” He grinned ear to ear, “She’s going to absolutely adore you.” He kissed your forehead once again making you feel small.

Blush crept up your cheeks making you look flushed and innocent.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes. She is going to love you becasue I love you. So much” he lifted your left hand to his lips kissing the new engament ring on your small finger.

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🍷 I’ll take anything you’ve got! Live your work!

Thank you 💜

Aaron came home late again. He always felt terrible about leaving you and Jack when he was away on a case, and especially hated it when he couldn’t come home right away. Instead he had to go back and file paper work and deal with buracratic red tape, when the one thing he wanted was to be home with you.

He pushed opened the door to the apartment and quietly shuffled out of his shoes and set his briefcase down. The first thing he did noticing the house was dark was go to check on Jack and watch him sleep for a bit.

To his suprise he found you snuggled up next to Jack. His heart melted as he found his phone and took a quick picture. He wanted it for when he traveled the next time. You had stepped into his life in full force going as far as taking Jack on as your own son.

Hotch leaned down, sliding his hands under the small of your back and your knees before pulling you gently away from the sleeping boy and into his arms. He cradled you close and walked back to your shared bedroom and laid down with you still against him. He didn’t care that he was still in his expensive suit all that mattered was that he was finally home. Had a family that loved and valued not only him, but the work he did in the world. He kissed your head before nuzzling his down against yours and fell asleep.

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🕸

You were having the time of your life out with your girlfriend and her team dancing at the bar with them. The bar wasn’t really the kind of one where dancing happened - there was no dance floor! But after a few tequila shots you always had to dance and your girlfriend, Emily, never let you dance alone.

You loved the way she felt pressed against you, running her hands up your body as you ground back on her slowly.

“Keep it PG there ladies” Morgan smirked at them as he joined you two with an attractive lady he picked up at the bar.

Emily rolled her eyes turning you around and pulling you closer. She leaned down pulling you into a deep kiss. Your head swooned with butterflies and alcohol and before you knew it Emily was supporting your weight against her.

“Babe, I think it’s time we get you home” she smiled at you. She had a much higher tolerance and was happy to let you have the fun tonight planning on driving you both home later anyway.

“Noooo! Mooore shotttttts please!” You spun around away from her grasp to the bar.

“Bar keep!” Your hand hit the counter, “another round for me and my wonderful friends”

The bar tender took one look at Emily who flashed her badge behind you and shook her head no.

“Sorry little lady, no can do.”

Emily watched as you pouted, falling back into her embrace. She whispered in your ear quietly, “if we go home now I’ll make sure to turn that frown around” she winked at you.

Your face flushed and you grabbed her hand making a b-line for the door. “Bye everyone!”

Emily laughed following you out to the car waving good by to her still mostly sober team.

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Doctor Spencer Reid is an absolute bitch for cuddles and we’re talkin him lying on top of you with his face hidden in your neck, just straight up floppin on anytime you’re lying on the bed. you can try to move him, but he cannot be reasoned with, he will stay there until you resist no more and then he gives kiss of thanks 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 (p.s. hope your day gets better my lovely)

This is the positivity I need today. Ugh I would love for that 6 foot 2 man to just come crush me with cuddles right now. Smother me. Make my CNS relax with the cuddles. Even if i try to move he is like no we both need cuddles right now.

Thanks love! 🥺💜