Y/N has been at the BAU for 4 months and she gets along with almost everyone... keyword almost, Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner seems to have a hard time warming up to Y/N. Will Hotch and Y/N manage to get along and if they do will feelings take hold of each other? Warning story contains the following: Graphic Cases Vulgar Language Smut** Degrading Daddy Kink Choking Spanking Any others will be listed in the chapter

//Heads up: the book did not turn out how I was comfortable w/I am educated on BDSM subject but I was just getting cozy in this book, may edit// When BAU Agent Y/N L/N treats herself at a special kind of party, as usual, she runs into one of her coworkers, making an awkward aura until they both chose to embrace it and say that why not have BDSM experiments with someone they trust. Each other. WARNING: This book is roughly about BDSM (I am not one who has a major kink or into that, I'm just a rough kinda gal) and I am also, TMI, a virgin but fkn deal with it ya got Hotch happy happy. This book will also have angst...cause its my brand...

"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh. Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't." "2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness," he said. The room was silent still, until you laughed. His eyes looked up at yours in confusion. "Wouldn't they sit in the dark and hope that the bulb decided to light again? An existentialist would never change the bulb. He would allow the darkness to exist," you questioned. - #1 #spencerreid #1 #mgg #1 emilyprentiss

"What's your favorite word?" he asked, making you knit your eyebrows together, blinking at him as your mind tried to come up with an answer. "I suppose it's vellichor." "Vellichor: the strange wistfulness of used bookstores," he muttered making you bite your lip. Not many people knew the word. "Good choice," he commented. "And yours?" you inquired, locking your eyes with his. "Querencia," he replied. "The place where one's strength is drawn from; where one feels at home," he began. "the place where you are your most authentic self," you finished. "That's another rare word I don't hear much, you must be a real bibliophile." "It helps that I can read 20,000 words a minute," he said under his breath.