bisexualhotch
aaron hotchner is bisexual
tricia. new to this fandom so please be nice. 18+ only. follows from: zaynsthatkindofbeautiful ao3
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more dad selfies 🥺
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HELLO I JUST FOUND OUT THOMAS GIBSON WON JEOPARDY AND THE MONEY WAS DONATED TO THE ASPCA????
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1x22 the fisher king: part one
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Can you rank all the cm ships? I’d like to see your opinions
Huh, good Q.
1. Spencer/Aaron, OTP obviously. Also the only pair I’ve written for. They are God tier.
2. Derek/Spencer, I read this pair but I’ve only written it once and it was bleh so I trashed it. One day, though. I think they have this great youthful chemistry and the fics are much different than the Heid fics in that they’re more fun and positive and tech-related if that makes sense? And flirty, very flirty.
3. Derek/Hotch, underrated pairing. Manly man type of love. Also Derek would probably make Hotch soo embarrassed all the time.
4. Emily/JJ, I ship this very much. I usually won't read by itself though. Power couple.
5. Spencer/Elle, I like this a little bit, esp. if it’s dom/sub, which is saying a lot because I usually won’t read straight fics.
6. Penelope/Luke, I won't read this but I ship it. I also haven't even gotten this far in the show so im just going off of gifs here. But I Stan enemies to lovers which I think they were. (enemies to friends, whatever)
7. Hotch/Emily, or Spencer/Emily because I’m running out of pairings and Emily is super hot and idk if I would read this but I can see... the ...appeal?
8. JJ/Will, the only JJ pairing allowed. Ur married JJ, you don’t love Reid. Stop it. Stop it right now.
9.Rossi/anyone - sorry, I love you Rossi but no thanks. Idk, he’s Italian grampa and I don’t have a grandpa kink yet. wait-- no. Rossi/Garcia because once I read a vampire Heid fic and they were in the background and I was like 🧐.. yeah, okay. This is good.
10. Cursed pairing = Gideon/Spencer ...barf
I’m sure I’m forgetting some but there it is: my stupid thoughts.
#nice#also love that u put hotch/morgan so high#the amount of times i have searched this pairing... truly underrated
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Kinktober day seven - beard and size kink {hotchreid}
Literally 19 minutes til day seven ends as I'm typing this ahsjhdjdhdhd
Spencer had been lonely in the time Emily had “died”, in the time Hotch was gone, it was all too much for him. So when Hotch came back, when Emily came back from the dead, he broke down. His anger for JJ and Emily and Hotch, none of it was there yet, he just needed to feel.
That's how he found himself on full display on Hotch’s bed, being stared down by a man who had somehow gotten even more attractive while he was gone. The beard had been on his mind since he saw Hotch, the scratch of it against his sensitive skin.
“Aar,” Spencer whines, looking to his lover with pleading eyes.
“What?” He asks, eyes still wandering Spencer's body.
“Fuck me?” It's barely a whisper, sounding so dirty and wrong slipping past his lips.
Slipping out of his pants quickly, Hotch nods. Crawling back on top of Spencer feels so right, so comfortable, their bodies having known each other so long. Hotch kisses him, loving yet hungry.
Spencer’s whining already, the scratch of Hotch’s beard is deliciously rough. Wrapping his arms around Hotch’s neck to pull him closer, he deepens the kiss, leg hooking around Hotch’s to pull them flush against each other.
One of his hands slides to Hotch's cheek, stroking the facial hair as he moans into the kiss. When Hotch finally pulls away, breathless with blown pupils, he chuckles, “Someone likes the new look.”
Spencer nods, continuing to pet Hotch's face. He blindly reaches over to the nightstand, knocking off what he thinks is chapstick as he finds the lube. He presses it into Hotch’s hand, “Please, fuck me, missed you, missed how good it feels to have you inside me, none of my toys are as big as you.”
Hotch growls, coating two fingers with the slick substance. He gently works Spencer open, attaching his lips to his pale neck, leaving beard burn and bruises for Spencer to show off the next day. He has to add one more finger before Spencer’s ready, not that Spencer cares, desperately begging for Hotch’s cock since before he even got the lube.
Hotch slicks up his cock and pushes in, slowly, not to let Spencer adjust, but to tease. “Oh, fuck, Aaron,” Spencer whimpers, fingers digging into the older man’s shoulders.
Sucking a mark below Spencer's ear makes him whine even louder, every part of his body is aching for Hotch. “So big,” Spencer rambles, “so, so big, feels so good.”
Growling into Spencer's ear, Hotch thrusts slowly, “You're so needy, I missed hearing your noises.”
“C’mon Aaron, need more,” Spencer begs, clenching around Hotch.
Hotch obliges, finding a rhythm, hitting Spencer's sweet spot over and over again. With his mouth on Spencer's neck and his cock deep inside him, the younger man doesn’t last very long, clawing at Hotch's back and begging to come.
“Come for me, Spence,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to Spencer's abused skin.
“Yes Sir,” Spencer cries out, reaching down to stroke himself to release.
He comes quickly, painting his stomach with it. The sight is enough to make Hotch come too, fucking his own release deep inside Spencer.
“I missed you.”
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Aaron’s not breaking the doctor’s order of ‘no strenuous activity’ if Spencer does the heavy lifting.
Been a minute, luvs 💋
Pairing: Hotch/Reid (as usual)
Rating: E
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hi happy sunday
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Hotch + Being Concerned for Spencer’s Safety
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you think you want me (but you don’t know what you’re getting into)
part one of the “somebody that I used to know” universe. ao3.
JJ x Elle Greenaway
“Do you want a drink?” Truthfully, she didn’t — not after the day she had at work — but didn’t want to offend the man, felt her heart clench with guilt at the way he was looking at her with puppy dog eyes and lopsided half smile. She reasoned with herself that one drink wouldn’t impair her judgement too much, and it was rude to sit there without buying something, turned back to him with a small half smile. “I’ll take a glass of white wine… whatever you’ve got.” “I pictured you as more of a red girl.” “It’s funny that you pictured me as anything at all.”
hi my lovelies!
first of all, a huge huge huge thank you to @whiskey-fluent for helping me craft this amazing universe that I love so much, and for fueling my love of elle once again. ilysm. <33. and a thank you to @babyblockcolorcat for naming this fic and also the universe. <3
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the only bed worth sleeping’s / the one right next to you
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Every Beard Hotch Moment
Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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Spence is (lovably) pretentious so he doesn’t like to curse (he thinks it sounds crude and unnecessary). That’s actually why he’s so loud in bed-he’ll just moan or gasp loudly because he isn’t used to cursing. As for what he calls it, he feels the urge to refer to sex in scientific terms but he knows that’s Not Sexy so he calls it making love and asks Derek to take him to bed/make him feel good
YEAH🥺
They’re just sitting on the couch cuddling and watching a movie and he starts to get flustered b/c of something (probably just. he notices how Big Derek’s hands are or something) and he just turns around and ‘🥺take me to bed, please, daddy?🥺’ and how could Derek ever resist when he asked so politely??
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a string that pulled me:
rating: t for this one
words: 2292
pair: jj/emily
summary: emily falls asleep with her head on jj’s lap, and jj can’t help herself from running her fingers through emily’s hair- remembering all the times she had wished she could do this but couldn’t.
(this is a twist on a prompt from @alittle-someone)
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Sitting on the well-worn couch that rested along the window in Emily’s office, JJ was flipping through a case file. It was late, the BAU was empty, and the quiet was a welcome change from the hectic day they had just had. With one last signature she closed the file and let it drop on the floor next to her, letting herself relax back into the cushions slowly.
Emily was asleep, her head resting on JJ’s lap, and the younger woman couldn’t stop her hands from carding gently through the silky strands falling across her legs. She was careful not to wake Emily, knew that the brunette had been running herself into the ground the last few months as Unit Chief, and this was a rare reprieve the woman probably wouldn’t allow herself again soon.
She shifted slightly, tilting her head so she could look at the woman in front of her. Sometimes she still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that they had made it here, to a place where they were together and happy, stronger as a pair than they had ever been apart, and she couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from lifting slowly.
Emily had always been beautiful, still somehow managed to take JJ’s breath away even after all this time, and the blonde figured she’d never get tired of being allowed to touch Emily like this- simple, teaching gentle paths along smooth skin and soft passes through silky hair.
JJ softly twisted a handful of Emily’s hair, letting it dance through her fingers, and let herself remember all of the times she had wanted to do this but couldn’t.
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Their shocked faces are so cute tho.
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