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Hail to the Chief

“Happy Wednesday, my nerds!” you call out as you unceremoniously drop takeout bags on Derek’s desk, rolling your eyes and flashing your Visitor badge at Anderson when he opens his mouth to protest your intrusion.

“Well hello, lil mama, what have we here?” Derek grins and rubs his hands together, peeking at the receipt stapled to one of the brown bags as Emily begins digging through the one closest to her.

“It’s Thai food,” she answers in a sing-song voice, snatching her usual order up and blowing you a kiss in thanks.

“Aaron and I were supposed to go to dinner,” your mouth twists in mock annoyance as you point out the dress and heels you’re sporting, “but someone had to cancel. Hence-” You gesture grandly to the veritable feast before you like one of the models on the Price is Right.

“I hate that he had to cancel-”

“Again,” you interject.

“But I love you for this,” JJ smiles as she swoops in to collect her green curry.

You deliver Spencer’s pad thai to his desk next, closing the case file in front of him and replacing it with his dinner- and a fork in lieu of the provided chopsticks. “You’d better eat that whole thing before you touch that report again, mister,” you insist, pointing to your eyes, then his.

You shoot Penelope a text and she comes teetering in on her cute floral heels within minutes, grabby fingers outstretched for her favorite milk tea. “You’re the bestest human ever, yknow that?” she grins, lovingly squishing your face.

“Never hurts to hear it again,” your nose scrunches in response before she retreats to the bat cave.

Having dutifully provided your boyfriend’s team with sustenance (Dave’s finally taking advantage of the vacation days he’s racked up), you take a seat in an extra chair and roll your way in between Derek and Emily.

“What’s got your boss man held up?” you ask, snagging a piece of chicken from Emily’s dish and popping it in your mouth even as she playfully growls and bites at you.

“Budgetary meeting,” you follow Derek’s gaze up to Hotch’s office where he sits at his desk across from the Section Chief. Even from your spot on the lower floor, you swear you can see the glazed over look in Aaron’s eyes.

“Gross,” your lips curl in disgust. “Should we fuck with him for funsies?”

Emily raises an eyebrow as she chews, intrigued.

“What are you thinking?” Derek asks with a mischievous grin.

“Well…” you absentmindedly fidget with your friend’s favorite pen, rolling it between your fingers and clicking it as you consider your options. “He was, shall we say, riled up this morning. I can work with that.”

“Ten bucks he cuts the meeting short,” Emily points her chopsticks at Derek, all business.

“I see your hustle, and I raise you twenty plus a round of beers he doesn’t stand up to shake her hand after,” he cackles in response.

“Thirty I can’t walk tomorrow,” you mumble to yourself with a grin.

“What was that, lil mama?”

“Hm?” you turn to Derek innocently. “I said I’m ready when you are.”

You snag Derek’s desk phone from its receiver, dialing the extension for Aaron’s office before leaning back in your chair to catch his every movement.

You see him offer a quick, “Excuse me,” to Chief Strauss before his nimble fingers pick up.

“Hi, is this Unit Chief Daddy?”

You watch in delight as Aaron’s mouth twists into its signature frown and he clears his throat. “Speaking.”

“I’ve missed you all day, daddy, and I just couldn’t wait to see you.”

Derek shakes his head with a chuckle as Emily leans her elbows on her knees, gleefully watching the action unfold. “Yes, I’ve heard about your case,” he answers measuredly, his dark gaze flitting down to the three of you, short enough that Strauss doesn’t register the momentary lapse, but long enough that your cheeks grow warm with a blush. “I’m in a meeting right now, can I call you back for a consult?”

“No,” you huff indignantly, “because you look like you want to blow your brains out right now, and I want you to blow my back out right now.”

“I assure you, it’s of the utmost importance to me- and my team- that your case gets the attention it deserves,” he counters, the innuendo not lost on you. You watch as he puts his hand over the mouthpiece and hear his muffled explanation that, “It’s the New York field office.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenge like the brat you are, knowing it’s a sure fire way to get your man worked up. You shoo Derek away with a giggle, only allowing Emily to hear your more lewd commentary because your best friend already knows way too much about your sex life- much to Aaron’s chagrin. “Well how about you come down here and give my case some attention in the form of your hot, wet tongue, hm?”

“That’s certainly an interesting body part for an unsub to covet,” he swallows thickly, shifting in his seat. Emily shrieks beside you as Strauss leans forward, intrigued by the insinuation of a killer worthy of the BAU’s attention in New York.

“God, I wish I was with you right now,” you moan softly, “under your desk sucking you off like the little cock whore that I am. What’s stopping me from coming for you- I mean, up to you, right now?”

“I wouldn’t act on that information just yet,” Aaron responds, his voice a shade darker despite his efforts to maintain his composure.

“Let’s finish this up tomorrow, Aaron,” you hear the Section Chief offer quietly, indicating the paperwork you assume is laid out between them. “Keep me updated on this case,” she instructs before gathering up her files.

Your boyfriend nods in response, remaining in his seat as he shakes her hand (earning a groan of defeat from Emily) before she takes her leave. You surreptitiously slide your hand down to hide the offending device, using your free one to wave to the blonde in greeting. She smiles and nods in response, and you only dare to lift the phone back to your ear once she’s crossed through the glass double doors.

You look back up at Aaron’s office to find his piercing gaze boring holes into your very soul. You watch his mouth move as his deep voice glides over your ears once more. “Was that funny to you?”

“I take my job of entertaining your team very seriously, sir,” you answer with a mock salute.

His voice drops to a deadly whisper that sends a thrilling shiver down your spine. “Get up here. Now.”

You let out a squeak and hang up the phone as Derek approaches with a smug grin. “Thirty bucks, Prentiss. Pay up.”

Your friend’s protests about the semantics of who actually ended the meeting fade away as you enter Aaron’s office and close the door behind you.

“Daddy,” you offer in greeting.

“Brat,” he responds in kind, not even bothering to spare you a glance.

You grin as you plop yourself in the seat across from his desk that Strauss recently vacated. “I brought dinner,” you shake the contents of your takeout box hoping to curry some favor- no pun intended.

“Thank you,” he mumbles softly, closing the file before him. He walks around his desk and places a delicate kiss to your forehead, the juxtaposition between his gruffness earlier and gentleness now making your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks flush. Your body knows what’s coming next before your brain has even registered it.

Aaron moves to the window in his office overlooking the rest of the BAU, your gaze immediately drawn to his long, thick fingers as he eases the blinds shut. Your body buzzes with the promise of pleasure when he returns to you, dancing those beautiful fingers along the hem of your dress before bunching it up to your thighs.

“I think we’ll start with dessert.”

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astrokatsuki · 7 months

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HIGHWAY TO HELL feat. Toji Fushiguro

SUMMARY You wanted to test out a book you got from a garage sale. Just so you can get your money’s worth. When something goes wrong you think the book was useful after all.

WARNING Toji, smut, like two spanks, cunnilingus, gets a lil rough, not proofread.

WORD FROM ARTIST This is my first time writing smut y'all.… 2.5k+

HIGHWAY TO HELL

Why are you the dumbest person alive? If you’re even still alive, that is.

You used to believe you were actually pretty smart. You did well with A’s and B’s in high school and you got even better grades in college. But now, you’re not so sure you’re as smart as you thought.

You know you shouldn’t have picked up that dark magic book. Especially from that sketchy garage sale, you overheard coworkers at your server job talking about it. The pages were worn, dirty, and stained. Plus the cover barely held on, some duct tape being used as a half assed repair. You’ve watched more than enough horror movies to know doing something this stupid never ends well.

But here you are finishing the last step of one of the rituals in the dumb, blood red book. Most people on a Saturday night would be out at clubs and bars, taking shots and listening to whatever setlist the DJ set up for the night.

Surprisingly, you would be one of those people too if it wasn’t for your curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, but you prayed that the same outcome wouldn’t happen to you. When you finally stepped through the door of your cute, one bedroom apartment, you recklessly flung off your shoes not caring where they landed and carried the thick book back to your room.

You just wanted to try it, see if it worked at least once. You doubt it would anyway.

Making it to your room, you decide against sitting in your bed and instead opt for sitting on your baby pink rug. The last thing you want to do is bring that dark energy to your bed.

You shouldn’t even bring it to your room but here you are.

Your bedroom is filled to the brim with different shades of pink and a collection of stuffed animals that happen to multiply every time you go shopping. Books lay hazardously in the furthest corner of your cozy room, your gaming setup’s lights turned on and have been for a while, brightening the area and making the room even better.

You stick out like a sore thumb in this room. Your closet consists mostly of baggier clothes, but you have a hefty amount of clothes for when you want to show off a little. One of these outfits you could’ve worn if you decided to go out tonight.

This dark magic book also sticks out like a sore thumb. But, you proceed anyway.

After spending about 10 minutes give or take, just skimming the pages, you stumble across one that seemed the most harmless.

Contacting a demon.

This was the most tame one in this book, which was unnerving and almost made you rethink your choice. You paid money for this though and the owner of the garage sale made it clear that you couldn’t return anything.

Hoping that creating an atmosphere would increase the chances of the ritual working, you turn off the lights and light some candles.

Fortunately, the ritual only has three steps.

The first two were pretty easy and straightforward. Grab some sticks and put them in a circle and Take some DNA and place it in the middle of your stick circle.

After reading the first step, you swung your feet over the side of your bed duvet, shuffled into your slippers, and picked some perfect sticks from the front of your apartment complex.

The last step in order to complete the ritual, is to close your eyes and say a chant.

Seems easy enough.

The chant doesn’t seem to be in English but you closed your eyes and tried your best not to completely butcher the chant.

After a generous amount of time you begin to feel silly and almost embarrassed.

‘Of course this wouldn’t work.’

With a sigh and slumped shoulder you open your eyes just to roll them at yourself. After having your vision clear from having your eyes shut so long, they focus on a large figure, with an amused look on his wide grin.

On the desk sits two of the candles you once lit. They’ve both been blown out.

The figure moves closer as your mouth opens to let out an ear-piercing scream. A large hand lazily covers your mouth to muffle your voice.

It’s so close. So close you can finally see some of its details. It looks like a guy. A gorgeous one.

But it can’t be.

Your heart is racing and you’re scared shitless, but you think that money wasn’t completely wasted after all. The ritual worked.

“You fucked up the ritual you tried to do.”

The guy's voice sends a chill straight down your spine and to your core. It’s deep and slightly raspy.

This man can’t be real, not when he looks that good anyway.

His dark hair covers his forehead and the tips of his eyes, and a scar runs down his lip.

Fuck.

He stares blankly at you before remembering you can’t respond. His rough hand was still covering your mouth. Not that he asked a question for you to answer anyway.

He slowly removes his hot palm from your mouth, seeing if you would scream again.

Oddly you don’t.

“Huh?” Is all you can manage to say.

He grins wider at your dumbfounded state, “You said the chant wrong, I mean. There’s so many spells in that stupid book. A lot of spells are similar.”

“So instead of contacting a demon I actually summoned one?”

He adjusts his position on the floor into a more comfortable one. You would’ve never thought demons could get uncomfortable.

“Smart girl.”

Your hole flutters at the praise, even if you didn’t feel like a smart girl. You instantly feel shame. This is a demon, this is wrong.

Seemingly restless, the man stands up inspecting your room. He annoys you in the process.

“So how do I send you back-“ You look up at him for his name.

“Toji.” He offers, not paying you any mind.

“Right Toji.” The name feels good leaving your lips. You move to your bed from your old place on the floor. You need to get comfortable, this seems like It’ll take a while.

“Well that’s the thing.” He stares you down, as if you’re supposed to know what thing he’s talking about. There’s a lot of things wrong with this right now.

“What thing?” You stare at him dumbly. You don’t have time for this.

You didn’t say that when you were summoning the damn man.

Toji walks away from his place by your floor books and instead decides to sit next to you on the bed.

He glances at you blinking. Leaning down to pick up the magic book that was previously discarded on the floor, hands it to you.

“Read the first page.” He knows something you don’t. You really should’ve been more thorough before deciding to do something like this on a random Saturday.

Warning! In order to make an entity leave you must give them something.

You read aloud.

You look up at him to find him already staring at you.

Not responding right away his warm, big hand travels to the side of your face. He leans closer. So close your noses are almost touching.

He’s so beautiful.

His 6’2, 250lbs frame covers yours as his eyes lower to your lips. You can’t figure out the exact scent that reaches your nose when you’re this close to him, but his musk makes him that much more enticing.

“I want that something to be you, sweet thing.”

He sees the hesitation on your face. He can also see the desire.

The hand that isn’t on your face travels to cup your clothed cunt.

“But you’re-” You begin to stammer.

“A demon?” He finishes, not seeming bothered by your tone. He couldn’t blame you for being wary. But he would show your cute self a good time.

“That’s what makes it fun.”

This is so wrong. But you can’t help the way your skin heats up under his touch. You can feel yourself getting wetter the closer he gets.

His slightly chapped lips capture yours in a hungry kiss. The kiss is filthy, the tension fills the room like a fish tank and you can practically see the desire oozing out of his body.

You can no longer tell which tongue is yours and which one is his because both of them are overlapping. His hands trail lower, cupping underneath your jean-clad thighs and picking you up from the edge of the bed.

Toji’s lips eventually leave yours. A dissatisfied whine escapes your plush lips as your dazed gaze focuses on his.

“Patience baby.” He warns.

He unbuttons your jeans and slides them down your thighs slowly, almost as if he’s trying to tease himself. He then moves you closer to your headboard. Even though he warned you, he’s also affected by your lips not connecting with his.

You tug on his black compression shirt, trying to pull it off him. It hugs his body deliciously, you can’t even imagine what it would look like off of him.

“I wan’ it off” You tug again.

He pulls away from you quickly, and takes his compression shirt and sweats off in record time.

He reconnects your lips.

He takes your bunched up shirt off of you, throwing it behind him, but instead of taking off your bra too, he just pulls the cups underneath your soft boobs. Your nipple hardens due to the cold air filling up your room.

The sight of you sprawled out all pretty for him is a sight for sore eyes. Like an angel.

An angel for his demon.

He captures a hard nipple in his mouth sucking on the budding flesh while groping the other boob.

You mewl, writhing in his grasp. Without removing his lips from your boobs, he slides your pink panties down your thighs. You pussy clenches from the brush of his arms across your thighs.

“Such a pretty pussy,” He groans as he lowers himself so that he's face level with your cunt.

“Thank you.” You mumble.

“So polite.” He seems to be talking to himself almost. He stares at your cute little clit getting close but never touching.

Growing shy, you begin to close your legs. But before you can fully close them a slap on your thigh causes you to yelp.

“Keep them open. I want to see you” He glares, finally touching you. He rubs you up and down collecting your slick.

“M’ sorry.” you twitch.

“I know you didn't mean to be bad, sweetheart. Just keep them spread for me.”

He knows exactly where to touch to get you pent up. He slowly inserts two fingers and curls them to hit exactly where you need them.

You moan out making eye contact with him from your place on your back. He stares back up at you with dark eyes. While maintaining eye contact his lips wrap around your clit and suck softly.

You grip his hair causing him to moan out with an eye roll. He moves his tongue around your pussy trying to get all the juices you leak. His tongue trails lower to your hole and licks what he can, while his fingers are still pistoning in and out of you.

You can feel your release building up. You try to warn him, but the pleasure is taking your breath.

“gonna’ cum!” You manage between moans.

“Give it t’me.” The vibrations of his words are the push you needed to tip you over the edge. With the loudest moan yet, your back arches trying to move away from him. He grips your thighs holding you in place making your fluids spray his chin and the sheets below you.

He keeps swirling his tongue to make you ride your high out before his face comes up to face yours. He takes his fingers out of your hole and holds them up to your face.

“Suck.”

Without any words, you stare up at him and suck your release off of his fingers making his dick twitch at the sight.

You're such a cute thing, so pliant.

Pulling his fingers out, he handles you like a doll flipping you over without any effort. You automatically arch, wiggling your ass as an invitation.

He swats it smirking at the sight.

You whine, looking back to watch him pull his boxers down. He's so– big. He’s about 9 inches with a vein running down to his base. His tan, mushroom tip leaks white pearls that drip onto the already messy sheets.

He rubs his tip along your sensitive slit making you quiver. He slowly pushes in, forcing your arch deeper.

He gives you little time to adjust before plowing into your wet cunt.

Plap, plap, plap.

The sound of your ass hitting his pelvis as you attempt to bury your moans into the stuffed bear you got at the fair.

He notices your actions and wraps both his hands around your throat, using that as leverage.

“You’re big!” You slur your words, your eyes rolling to the back of your head for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Yeah? Tell me where you feel me?“ Toji takes one hand off your neck to rub your swollen clit.

You slowly move one hand down your waist to push on your stomach, where you feel his tip reaching.

“M’ Right here!” The pressure of his pounding mixed with your hand makes it almost too much to handle, but it's too good to stop.

Pounding sloppily into your soaking pussy, Toji rubs onto your clit even faster. He can tell you’re about to cum again.

“Slow down!” Your voice grows higher in pitch as you try to push on his abdomen. He catches your hands and holds them behind your back, making his thrusts harder as punishment.

“You can take it.” He grunts.

You pussy clenches around him once again. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve both come. He’s so mean the way he bullies his cock into you.

He is insatiable.

Your eyes can’t help but roll back as he hunches over you. His mean grin comes into view as you look over your shoulder.

You splutter, “So’ good Toji!”

“Mhm?”

Without another word you cum again, your unfocused eyes black out for a second at the intensity of your orgasm.

Toji follows soon after with an airy whine. You’re boneless as you fall out of your arch and flat onto the bed. Fatigue hits you as your eyes begin to close.

Toji slowly pulls out careful not to stimulate you even more. The last thing you remember before sleep hit you is a wet cloth cleaning your sweaty body off.

The next morning you wake up to a sore body and a page of the spell book flipped open.

How to summon Toji– the incubus demon.

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