#and he’s so happy to take care of you and his lil hotchners :(
Note
screams and cries over HIMMMMMMMM🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
babyyyyyyy🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 im in love with him so BAD!!!!
(also hello linny-winny🥺🥰💞 i luv uuuuuuu🥰💞💞)
screams about you and aaron being so silly!!!! while setting up a nursery <3 aaron being just as silly and sweet as he was when haley was pregnant with jack :')) the team are helping you two move into your new little home since the apartment was too tiny for a new baby addition and they are FLOORED everytime hotch cracks a joke or when he snorts (!!!) at a silly name suggestion you give him🤭🤭🤭 they have a hard time even getting him to smile more than a :| so hearing him full out Laugh is a treat that they're all loving so much🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺 because he deserves it🥰 this sweet sweet happiness that is rubbing your baby bump and kissing your head as jack whispers so many silly things to his baby sister🥰🥰🥰🥰 the next night is your first official night in your new home with your husband and your little boy and your baby on the way, you just cant help but get emotional🥺🥺🥺🥺 you're getting snuggly in bed waiting for aaron with a tiny jack bug already asleep in your new big bed and you cant help but start to weep🥺🥺🥺🥺 aaron comes in and Immediately worries over you (definitely Not helping how much you love him😭😭) but he relaxes when you tell him that you're crying happy tears :')))) after you and jack have fallen asleep, aaron falls asleep too and is also feeling some happy tears coming up because he never thought he'd get a second chance to happiness like this again🥺🥺 but he did!!!!!
SOBSSSSSSSS HIS PRETTY SWEET FACE 🥺🥰🥰🥰😩😩😩😩😩🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 i wanna kiss him all day i love him so bad :((((((
(and hiiiiiiiiiii jess-jess 🤭🥹💕💗🥰 i luv uuuuuuuuuuuuu sm 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕)
you woke aaron up Early early (like even earlier than he normally gets up) because lil baby girl was kicking and you just couldn’t sleep any longer, but aaron doesn’t mind because it means that he gets some extra snuggle time in bed with you before jackers comes skipping into the room and you guys have to start getting ready to go to the new house and get baby girl’s room ready 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕 you Adore how much aaron fussed over you while you guys work on the nursery, and that even as he’s working sooooo so hard with the team to get everything ready, he’s still smiling with you and laughing at your silly jokes and name suggestions (especially when you Swear that you’re gonna name the baby derek because she kicked against your hand when you suggested it 🤭🤭🤭💗) and the team is just so 😧 the whole day seeing their grumpy gills boss be so easygoing and Happy the whole day 🥺🥺🥺 they even get to see that when he and jack grin next to each other they’re Identical!!!! which is something you have always told them but they’ve never believed because they’ve never seen it!!!!!!🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭
your first night in the house, you’re all snuggled in bed with jack snoozing all curled up next to you after having fallen asleep while telling his baby sis a story, and you can’t believe that this is all really happening :( you’re in the sweetest little family home with your aaron and your kids and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted :( so you can’t help but cry!!!!!!! hehehehe of course the pregnancy hormones Definitely don’t help with that 🤭 aaron hears you sniffling from the bathroom and he hustles to finish brushing his teeth before he rushes out to help you and he immediately wipes your tears and murmurs “what’s wrong, honey?” which just makes you even more weepy because your darling darling aaron is so sweet 🥺 and he loves you so much 🥺 and you could tell him Anything was wrong and he would do anything in the world to make it right for you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and when you finally drift off after sniffling to aaron about how happy you are and how you can’t wait for your little girl to get there and join the Big Big family you and aaron have created together, aaron kisses your forehead with a sweet lil smile and just lets himself get all misty thinking about everything that’s led him to this moment, to this amazing wonderful night with his little family in your big new bed in your sweet lil house for the first time waiting for your baby girl and how he never ever thought he could be This happy and feel this much love in his whole life 🥺 and when he wakes up the next morning to find you sitting up in bed with a groggy jackers pressing his ear to your belly as you laugh that his lil sis can’t talk yet! but he’s sure she’s telling him about her dreams 🥰 and aaron’s heart just absolutely Skips a beat because he knows that all his mornings will look like this from now on and he can’t wait 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺
#jess!#SOBBING!#SCREAMING!#the team is Flabbergasted seeing aaron be so soft and giggly#but neither you nor jack is phased because!!!! this is how your aaron is at home All The Time!#he’s your silly sweet handsome man :(#and he’s so happy to take care of you and his lil hotchners :(#aaron.hotchner#.hotch#cw pregnancy#aaron hotchner x reader
97 notes
·
View notes
Note
Ada my love you know that boyfriend ‘test’ of handing them your purse/handbag/bag when you go to the bathroom to see how they hold it? Yeah I need your take on our BAU men x that trend pls. Would they hold your purse?
AAAAAAAAA HELLO MY LOVE ROME ITS SO NICE TO SEE YOU IN THE ASKBOX 🥰🥰🥰🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖
gosh I LOVE this trend thing, it's cute. I'll ummmm do smth I've never done before and do some hcs for more than just ayayron, as requested 😳😳😳😳😳 gahdayum
What the different BAU men would do if asked to hold your bag/purse for you when you go the bathroom.
GN!reader|sfw
Aaron Hotchner
Okay so this man is like. The biggest gentleman ever of course. So when you approach him during a team night out with your bag he takes it without hesitation to your question.
"Of course, it's safe with me."
He is very protective of it, gripping onto it to his chest with one arm and hand whilst the other holds onto his drink as he sips periodically. He doesn't pay any mind when the others eye him curiously, and when you return he smiles slightly and holds out your bag to you.
"Here you go. Don't hesitate to ask me again as well, sweetheart."
He has to admit, he adores the delighted grin you offer in return when you thank him for holding your bag. And he's able to drown out the chuckles of the other members of the team because he's certain he probably looks like a lovesick puppy.
Derek Morgan
Derek raises his brow with a teasing grin as you ask him to hold your bag for you.
"Mind if I take a lil peek?" He jokes, chuckling when you babble at him not to look, panic flashing in your eyes. "Relax, sweets. I'm not gonna look."
Holds it under his muscular arm and stares down anyone who gives him a funny look. He's shameless, plus he's happy you trust him to take care of your stuff.
You return momentarily and look relieved to see him holding it protectively. He smiles and holds it out to you when you're close enough.
"There you go, sweets. Don't worry, I didn't look inside." He winks at you and you lightly shove him, pouting playfully. He loves teasing you.
Spencer Reid
Man's shook when you ask him of all people to hold your bag for a moment.
"Me? I-I mean of course I'll hold it!" He hates that his voice cracked but you don't seem to mind though, smiling sweetly and thanking him before you turn away and disappear to find the restroom.
He is holding onto the bag straps so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. No-one is getting hold of this bag, if it's the last thing he'll ever be sure of. Derek saunters over with a grin and chuckles as he points out how tight his grip is. But even as he feels heat rush to his cheeks, he dutifully holds on tight to your bag.
Your return makes him smile with relief, but he holds on tight to the bag even as you now come to stand face-to-face with him. You hold your hand out and ask for your bag back and he flushes. "R-right yeah, here!" He said quickly and holds the bag out, grip still strong until you take hold of it.
You giggle softly and thank him, and he grins awkwardly as he watches you turn away and head off elsewhere. It's only when he feels Derek's hand lightly land on his shoulder that he refocuses and embarrassment floods his senses. Hopefully, he'll be more confident in himself next time you ask him to hold your bag.
David Rossi
When you timidly approach Dave at the table he's seated at with Aaron and hold out your bag to him, he raises a brow at you when you ask him to hold your bag for you for a moment.
"Hm? You want me to take care of it for you? Of course, tesoro."
He places it on the table in front of him, not without smoothing his hands over the surface slightly because well, he is fond of you after all. Aaron huffs out a quiet snort, raising his brow with a grin at him. Dave shakes his head and waves him off.
You're quick to return with a shy smile, thanking him sweetly for keeping an eye on your bag. He picks up the bag and holds it out to you, making sure you've secured it before he drops his arm. "Anytime, tesoro. I'll look after it for you."
He winks at you and delights in your flustered movements, meeting his eye and as Aaron stands and gives him a pointed look, Dave pulls out a chair next to him and invites you to join him for the evening.
Lmao this was probably shit but I'm not too confident writing for other characters 😭😭 I hope people enjoyed tho regardless KSSKSK
#aaron hotchner x reader#derek morgan x reader#spencer reid x reader#david rossi x reader#a's writing#beloved rome 🥨💖#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds fanfiction
555 notes
·
View notes
Text
a/n: all over the place lmfao, fluff with hotch <3 very rushed lolz!!
let me know if you'd like one with spencer or a nsfw one 🤍
aaron hotchner ♡ who swore to himself that love simply wasn't meant to be after haley passed was now helping baking with you, frowning playfully when your fingers hover over the chocolate chips and placing them on top of the fridge when you keep eating them all. he sighs after a few minutes and gives them back to you, your pout too cute to resist but you make up for it with kisses. they taste sweeter to him anyway <33
aaron hotchner ♡ who worked to the bone as an escape from his personal life, finds himself becoming anxious when he's delayed and suddenly working overtime. he has to try to resist the temptation to become frustrated since he is the unit chief after all, but the fact that you're waiting for him at home is enough for him to risk his job and drop everything and run straight into your arms. he tries to reign in his impatience but it's hard when every precious minute that ticks by, he could be bundled up in your arms and watching a movie together. he doesn't care which one, so long as it makes you happy. and when he finally does rush back home, the very first thing he does is take you in his arms and kiss your sleepy face with such tenderness it warms your whole body <33
aaron hotchner ♡ who used to spend the nights alone in his bed, hating to go to sleep because he wouldn't have any restful dreams now looked forwards to the snuggles you'd give him curled up in the bed. needing your body weight on him as if a weighted blanket to help him and keep him calm throughout the night. it's the way your body molds so perfectly to his, your hands interlaced, he can overcome anything like this. such a love couldn't be allowed with him being a high profile fbi agent, admittedly it was difficult finding the line between work and pleasure. but unlike all the failed attempts before you, you were the first to actually listen and understand his situation. the first to be sympathetic and knowing at how delicate the line had to be. he didn't like lying to you but you never put him in that position to ever do so. his dreams are much sweeter with you now <33
aaron hotchner ♡ who walked around with a stern frown and a set face now breaks into a small smile whenever he sees you near. his dimples are more prone to showing around you more even when he doesn't realise it. many a times has morgan and emily tease him when he's leaning against his chair deep in thought with a soft smile on his lips as he thinks of you. he doesn't have the energy to hide it anymore. he rolls his eyes when they make comments but he knows deep down they're true. he's happier with you, he's become better with you. you've got him wrapped your pretty lil finger and don't he know it <33
aaron hotchner ♡ who was used to being an only parent for years was shocked at how kind and willing you were to jack as if he was your son. how understanding you'd be to tuck him in whenever he worked the long cases. he can't count how many times he's been lost, leaning against the doorway while he sees his son and you, absorbed together in a show or a book and how much fun you both have together in an activity. he could only stand there as the warmness creeps through his heart like a ray of sun, hearing the beautiful sounds of your laughter mixed with jack's. how innocent and carefree you both sounded, the delightful harmony always played in his head whenever he thinks of the two of you <33
aaron hotchner ♡ who was always fine doing things himself since he didn't have anyone to rely on now had separation anxiety when you were gone too long. he calms himself down as best as he can but when you're not in his arms for long, he's prone to becoming anxious. he doesn't want to be clingy or unbearable but you're his anchor in this treacherous world. keeping him grounded when his world has tilted on his axis. his calmness when there's trouble and his relief when the hardships are there. suddenly all the boring and menial tasks such as cooking and shopping are so much fun with you as you both playfully argue over what to buy. he always picks you up a treat no matter what, you're just his love <33
aaron hotchner ♡ who thought his world ended when haley died found renewed comfort in a new world waiting for him with you as he waited for you teary eyed at the end of the aisle. trying to hold back the tears because you look like an angel, an angel he didn't even know he deserved to have. you always reassure him but as you walk closer and closer, he just wants to take you in his arms and never let you go. the second your hands touch his, a shiver of delights runs through his body and calms his mind. you were his and he was yours, certainly no doubt about it. the years may not have been kind to him but you were a beacon of light throughout it all, this time you were his knight in shining armour. you saved him, even when he didn't realise it <33
and finally, aaron hotchner ♡ who thought it would be him and jack alone together now had you and a baby girl. his eyes shining with tears, kissing your forehead as he looks to the baby sleeping on your chest. he has jack in his arms, looking at his family with pure adoration. and when he gets the chance to hold the baby girl that he helped make, the tears fall all over again as he strokes her small forehead. noting all the similarities she had with you and him. watching jack hold her with shock and adoration at the prospect of his new sibling.
finally thanking the universe for his rock and now, his two kids <33
#aaron hotchner x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch imagine#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotch fanfiction#aaron hotchner x reader fluff#aaron hotchner x y/n
369 notes
·
View notes
Note
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cvvw7jfIaOF/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
hehe katie 🤭 you're the first thing that comes up to my mind to share this to because of the constant girl!dad aaron you've been feeding us with!!! hehe. it's so aaron in the way he always validates you as a mom and taking care of everything when he couldn't ☹🥰<3 the girls obviously have your back and they just love to tease their dad 🤭
omg thank you SO MUCH for thinking of me this is one of my fav things i've everrrr been sent <333333 so so SOOOO aaron coded i need to SCREAM, cw; fem!reader, girl dad!aaron, bit of suggestiveness hehe
first of all, hotchner family hiking days 🥰🥰🥰 it's for weekends when aaron is home, the weather is way too nice to stay inside AND it's the perfect way for the kids to get alllllll their energy out, fall asleep very soundly early so you and aaron can have your own private time with no interruptions later 🤭 hehe i've mentioned twin girls before and it's sooo fitting for this too 😭 the lil girls sharing both of you and aaron's features <333 they have his dark hair, and for the excursion they either have their hair pulled up in a ponytail, a braid, or being held back by a hat 😭😭 just chattering on and on and on for the entirety of the walk, asking aaron soooo many questions or bringing up topics at random - there's literally not a moment of silence with those two <3333333 they're so little but they have sooo much to say.
the twins are walking behind aaron who's leading the way - who's also holding onto the backpack with snacks, first aid, rain ponchos, extra shoes, water bottles and the newest baby hotchner strapped to him too <33333 he's reminding the littles to stay close, not go off the path, and to not 🫵🏻 touch any leaves of three, not wanting to deal with a bout of poison ivy 😭 jack's also in the middle - helping out his baby sisters, lifting them over fallen trees in the middle of the path, walking the family dog (that you all managed to convince aaron to get - you all took a family trip 'just to look' one day and yet came home with a new family member 🥹😭) <333 again, the girls are talking aaron's ear off nonstop behind him and then you're in the back making sure no one gets left behind or you're quick to help if one of them falls or trips on a stick or rock.
but aaron mentioning he's tired 😭😭😭 - he's also wearing a hat 🥰🥰🥰 and those Very Dad type of sunglasses 😭 and then the girls are immediately blasting him: "you can't be tired" "well, mommy-" "she does it all the time-" "she even does it when-" etc etc etc. and you can't help but laugh because they're your girls 🥹🥰🥰🥰 they're glued to your side on the daily (when aaron isn't around 🙄✋🏻🥰💓) so of course they would defend you and tease their daddy at any opportunity- they've seen you do it countless times hehe <3333
and aaron, not even bothering to look behind him and continuing to trek forward, and nearly out of breath because you're all going up an incline, he simply deadpans, "i'm not your mother, i'm a whiny baby" (as if he's not out catching serial killers on the daily LOL) 😭 and AMOUNT of giggles that leave the girls 😭😭😭💓💕💓🩷 even jack has to laugh at that one 😭😭😭 they start teasing him even more and again he praises you for all you do for your family, calling you super mommy and says, "so you all better appreciate your mother for all she does for you🫵🏻🤨🥰" 💓💓💓 and the girls immediately chirp they do and stop walking, for you to catch up so they can give you a hug or insists on holding your hand <333
and LOL you manage to get to aaron's side at one point and you have to tease him too so you're all like ;) "did you just say all those things for your benefit later" and hehe he just laughs and is like "hm maybe" 🤭 BUT he's just teasing and genuinely appreciates you and everything you do and he's so so happy and grateful to be raising a family with you 🥹 <333333
#let's talk aaron <333333#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner imagine#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds x reader#aaron hotchner x fem!reader#aaron hotchner x you
111 notes
·
View notes
Text
♥️ Criminal Minds Masterlist ♥️
Criminal Minds Masterlist: Below you will find a plethora of works dedicated to the one and only Criminal Minds. Please take a look at my Character List and Prompt List in my pinned Masterpost regarding who I write and some ideas of what to request.
Derek Morgan:
On Purpose:
Summary/Request: "heyyy bestie,,,trope 1 with Derek Morgan?"
★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★
Luke Alvez:
Too Much:
Summary/Request: "hi! could i get unresolved sexual tension with luke alvez? please and thank you!! :)"
By Myself:
Summary/Request: "could i pretty pls get some angst because of an argument having to do w him working too much"
Rivals:
Summary/Request: "would u mind doing some luke alvez, rivals to lovers (cant get that trope out of my head), or the whole one bed thing."
Insufferable:
Summary/Request: "How about prompt 16 “I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing,” + Mutual pining?"
Luke Alvez Fluff Alphabet
★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★
Spencer Reid:
Nose In The Books: Part 2
Summary/Request: "spicy enemies-to-lovers type of flirting between Spencer and Reader but in a Christmas setting??"
Not Stalking:
Summary/Request: "Let’s get some Spencer Reid 😩😩 maybe like flirtatious bickering? Like reader’s doing something and Spencer’s like “you’re doing it wrong” and readers like “no” and he’s like “yeah” and they’re like “then show me how to do it right” : D love you!! AND THE NEW THEME OMG"
Just Ask:
Summary/Request: "pleaseee more spencer blurbs i loved the christmas one and id genuinely would love just any type of settling just make it very fluffy, i loveee how u write spencer so thank you"
Winging It:
Summary/Request: "You're being mean." and “Did I stutter?”
Be In Your Arms:
Summary/Request: "I also adore your prompt list so I'm here to request maybe prompts 18 and 21? Some soft!spencer with a lot of fluff. Poor guy just needs some affection lol."
Tension:
Summary/Request: "Today I’m thinking maybe a lil Spencer x reader, annoyance to lovers (to smut el oh el)!! Tension building with a case or maybe after a case, reader and Spence were butting heads the whole time and something just SNAPS!"
★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★
Aaron Hotchner:
My Agent:
Summary/Request: "6,7,8 with Hotch 😌 any genre!"
Kiss Up:
Summary/Request: "Maybe 12 and 17 with Aaron Hotchner? Happy end though, please 🥺 We can't hurt this man more than necessary.."
Skittish:
Summary/Request: "okay, bestie ily! I am back like a thirsty whore! but this time my daddy issues have brought forth the desire for Aaron hotchner :,) lmfao! I'd like some hurt comfort relating to my current neck issues (you know the drill)."
Take Out:
Summary/Request: "Can you write prompts 13 and 21 with Aaron Hotchner please?"
Pay Raise:
Summary/Request: "I wanted to challenge you to write a Hotch x nanny!reader!! Like he hires her to be on call to take care of Jack while he's away and he comes home late after a case and he's just beat the fuck up and tired and Jack's asleep???"
At Your Doorstep:
Summary/Request: "Please do quotes 13 and 25, maybe a bit steamy?"
Legs Wouldn't Let Me Go:
Summary/Request: "Hotch for 13 + 24. 🥰 congrats my love!"
Think Twice:
Summary/Request: "Can I request something angsty with the prompts 11 and 15 for Aaron Hotchner?"
Bloody Shirt:
Summary/Request: "can I pretty please request 2 and 8 for my og love Agent Hotchner?"
#derek morgan#derek morgan x reader#luke alvez#luke alvez x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#criminal minds#criminal minds fic
276 notes
·
View notes
Note
im soso happy that u do trans!readrr omfg 😭 could u do a lil blurb where reader gets top surgery and spencer is like "bro i love u sm boyfriend loverboy" and takes care of reader 😫😫
Absolutely <3 I'd love to!
Spencer Reid X Trans Male Reader
You and Spencer had just gotten home after your big surgery, Hotchner was nice enough to drive you both home seeing as though Spencer wasn't fully trustworthy with cars, once you had entered into the house, Spencer walked you to the bedroom, he then took off your shirt and then went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth.
He came back into the room a minute or 2 later with the wet washcloth and carefully took off your bandages, he then began to gently clean up your chest before putting on new bandages and putting a different shirt on you, you couldn't begin to explain how grateful you were to be with Spencer, he was so kind and caring.
You gently grabbed Spencers face and kissed him, of course, he kissed back before giving you a small smile and kissed you on the forehead, he then softly said "get some rest my handsome man...I'm gonna order some fast food for dinner" he said, a grin formed on your lips and you mumbled "cheesy bastard" before closing your eyes and falling asleep.
You were awoken to the sound of the front door closing, not long later, Spencer walked in with a big paper bag of fast food, he sat down next to you and fed you himself, not wanting to accidentally break the stitches on your chest or cause you any pain.
Before you both went to bed later that night, Spencer lifted up your shirt and gently kissed you on the chest before mumbling "I'm so proud of you...my handsome boy" you blushed and gently ran your fingers through his hair before closing your eyes and falling asleep.
I'm sorry it's a bit short, I have the fattest headache ever so it's really hard to concentrate and think, I hope you like it either way <3
I ended up passing out and sleeping for 1 hour after posting this
#male reader#criminal minds#dr spencer reid#spencer reid#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x male reader#trans reader
190 notes
·
View notes
Text
Trophy Husband
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader
Word Count: 2,188
Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad bod Hotch, Insecure Hotch, Dry humping, Unprotected sex, a lil Daddy kink
Summary: Requested by anon: “maybe some dad bod hotch smut? like where he’s newly retired and hasn’t been working out as much and the reader worships his body bc he’s been feeling a little insecure” I love some dad bod Hotch, so happy to fill this request!
Link to A03 or read below!
“No, we’re not doing forced overtime again. If you want my team to put out more consults, then we need to hire more profilers.” You walk through your front door and into the kitchen, smiling when you see Aaron standing over the stove, holding a wooden spoon and stirring something that smells amazing. “With all due respect, I’m not concerned about the budget, sir; if my people are as valuable as you stated, then I expect them to be taken care of.”
Aaron looks back at you, wrinkles his nose, and you make a motion with your hands—blah, blah, blah—which makes him chuckle.
“I agree completely, sir. That’s a great idea. If you send down the requisitions tomorrow, I’ll start interviewing on Monday. No, thank you. Good night.” You lock your phone, set your bag on the stool closest to you, and sigh. “Was it this hard to get stuff done when you were the unit chief?”
“No, it’s definitely harder now, but you make it look easy. And sexy,” he says with a smirk, and you walk over to him; he offers a taste of what he’s making—it looks like paella, and your stomach rumbles—and you lean in to take a bite off of the spoon, looking up at him and flicking your tongue over your lips. His eyes get dark.
Even after ten years of marriage, he’s so easy to get going, it’s almost unfair.
“Delicious, daddy, thank you.” You stand up fully, and he turns back to the stove; your arms wrap easily around his waist, cheek pressed to the soft, worn t-shirt that covers his back. “How was your day? Are you still enjoying the life of a trophy husband?” He snorts, muscles tensing enough that you can feel it where you rest.
“Hardly.” He was in such a good mood a moment ago that this feels like a complete 180; profiler or not, you know your husband, and something’s on his mind. You tighten your embrace, and he shrugs you off a little, and that is practically unheard of. You stand, take a step back to look at him.
“What’s wrong? You aren’t getting bored of retirement already, are you? It’s only been six months.” He sighs, shakes his head. You’re sure you look confused.
“No, retirement is fine; it’s great, actually, it’s not that.” Typical Aaron, always making you drag this shit out of him. For being so sweet and kind, he’s still not that great at being open, even though you make every effort to encourage it.
“What is it, sweetheart? Something is obviously bothering you; we should talk about it.” Another deep exhale, and he turns off the burner, moves the pan of food off of the heat, and turns to face you fully.
“I imagine you already know.” You shake your head, shrug, and he gestures to himself, to his body. You feel stupid, like there’s something you’re missing.
“Aaron, love of my life, I don’t have any idea what this means.” You mimic his previous motion, and he rolls his eyes, which you can’t stand, and he’s well aware of that. “You’ve got to give me more than that, or I can’t help.”
“You can’t help, it just… is.” He sighs, and his shoulders deflate. You move closer, to touch him, comfort him, but he takes a step back. “I know I’m not the ‘trophy husband’ you probably expected me to be. I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”
You do your best to put together these cryptic sentences, the hand gesture, and when realization finally dawns on you, you can’t help it: you laugh.
Aaron turns away, and you know that was shitty, feel instantly terrible, so you reach out to put a gentle hand on his arm.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you, it’s just… you don’t think you’re hot anymore?” He turns to face you, looking at you like he’s tired of your shenanigans, which… after this long, he should be plenty used to them, so the look does nothing for you.
“I’ve gotten… soft, I think that’s obvious.” At that, you smirk a little, move your hands to the button on his jeans.
“Oh, I don’t think there’s anything soft about you, Aaron. Why don’t you let me put your cock in my mouth, and we’ll check again.”
“You wanted me to talk, I’m talking.” His tone is a little admonishing, and you kind of deserve it, so you stop being horny for a second and take a deep breath.
“You’re right. Sorry. So… you’re exercising less, because obviously you don’t need to be as fit anymore, since you’re not working. Am I following?” He nods his head. “Okay, and you’re feeling… insecure about the way your body looks now, because of it.”
“Yes. Especially when you, Unit Chief Hotchner, are kicking ass and looking fucking delicious doing it, and then you have to come home to me.”
It’s like a switch is flipped in you, at those words. Oh hell no.
“Hold on here. I don’t have to come home to you, I get to come home to you; every night I do, it’s like a dream come true, and on the nights I don’t get to come home to you, I dream about it. I dream about being in your arms—strong arms, always, even if they’re less defined—and I dream about making love to you and fucking you and everything in between. You: not the Aaron of two months ago or six months ago or five years ago. You.”
He looks your face over—you’re getting fired up and you know it, and it turns him on and you also know that—and then the two of you come together for a deep, desperate kiss. Your hands fist in his hair, his roughly grab your ass, and when you pull back for air he turns you so you’re bent over the counter, searches for the zipper of your skirt.
“No!” He freezes, then steps back, and you stand up, flushed. “I’m sorry, not no—just, not here.” He blows out a breath, and you kiss him softly, sorry you scared him. “It’s just that… I want to lay you back on our bed, completely naked, and I want to put my mouth and my hands on you, everywhere. I want you to see what your body does to me, exactly as it is right now. I get that that might make you feel a little vulnerable, but will you let me?” You press your lips to his again, put your hands gently on his face. “Let me, baby.”
He nods, and you take his hand, take him to your bedroom. He’s visibly nervous, so you move his hands to your body, let him strip you naked first. He always takes pleasure in this, whether he is ripping the buttons off your favorite blouse or softly mouthing at your thighs while he drags your panties down your legs, and tonight is no exception.
“So beautiful, baby,” he murmurs as he finds that zip and drags it down, helping you step out of the skirt. You kick off your heels, and he unbuttons your top—carefully, tonight—then unhooks your bra, pulls you close and kisses your neck and chest so deliciously you almost forget what brought you here.
You lick your lips, shake yourself from the haze of submission you always feel when his mouth is at your throat, and your hands flick open the button of his jeans, tug down the zipper, guide his pants to the floor. He steps out of them, and you kiss his mouth.
Your hands move up, to the hem of his t-shirt, but you do nothing. He smirks, pulls it over his head, because he knows you love that hot guy way of pulling a t-shirt off with one hand, and he happens to be a master of it. You do your best not to drool.
“Mmm. You know exactly what I like, Aaron. There’s nobody in this world who could turn me on like you, who could get me off like you.” He licks his lips, and you get on your knees, running your hands down his body as you go. “Toes to nose, you are exactly who and what I want. Don’t ever forget that.”
You start low, press your lips to the tops of his feet, then his ankles, his calves, his knees. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, but you keep moving up, slowly, until your hands find the waistband of his underwear and you pull them down. His cock springs up—this in particular is never a problem, no matter his age—and you kiss up his thighs and then rise to stand.
“Baby,” he breathes, and you lean up for a kiss, drop your panties. He grabs a fistful of your hair, takes another, rougher kiss, then releases you; you’re panting hard, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. God, he’s good. How could he ever doubt his sex appeal when he makes you this much of a horny, eager mess with just a kiss?
You guide him back to the bed because he’s too tall for you to reach everywhere standing up; you start at his right wrist, kiss your way to the crook of his elbow, over his biceps, to his shoulder. You trail your lips over his collarbone, his throat, pausing to nibble on his earlobes, to peck him on the tip of his nose.
“I love you so much, Aaron. You are and always will be perfect in my eyes. I barely even notice when you’re being a dick anymore,” you joke, and he laughs; steamy and sexy is really good, but it’s your favorite when he laughs.
You kiss down the other side of his neck, down his arm, but this time you bring his hand up and suck on his middle and ring fingers, taking them so deeply you can flick your tongue over his wedding ring. He groans, you groan, it’s really hot. Your pussy throbs.
“Fuck, baby.” You pull them out of your mouth with an innocent smile, and then straddle his legs, leaning forward to suck and bite kisses all over his stomach and hips, avoiding his cock altogether. “Oh, god, that feels so good,” he breathes, reaching for your hair, and you slide your arms up his chest, squeeze the muscles there that are softer, but still present, while you kiss wetly along his belly.
“Mmm,” you moan while you kiss, because you’re kind of… lined up tight against his thigh, and it feels really good.
You keep kissing, all over, sloppy, eager kisses, rubbing his chest and grinding against his thigh, and it’s a surprise to you both when you come, looking up at him with your mouth open and your nails digging into his skin.
“Holy fuck,” you sigh when you’re done—there’s no sugarcoating this—humping his leg, and he licks his lips, wraps his hands around your arms, and maneuvers you on onto your back, slides his cock easily inside you where you’re wet and warm. “Yes, Aaron.”
“Oh, baby. Fuck, I love you,” he groans, and he laces your fingers with his and tucks his face against your neck. You love when he gets like this, so desperate to come but so soft, so loving, and you squeeze him with your legs, push your body into his thrusts.
“Like that, honey, just like that,” you breathe, mouthing at his shoulder, your free hand clutching at his back. “Come inside me, daddy; pin me with your big body like you always do and come inside me. Love it, want it, need it.”
He moans into your throat, works his hips harder, faster, and you hold him when he comes, smoothing your palm over his skin. He looks down at you, and love shines in his eyes just like always; your heart melts a little. That’s something you’ll never get tired of seeing as long as you live.
He pulls out, replaces his cock with his fingers and brings you to orgasm again, still looking into your eyes, and he catches your last gasping moan with his lips.
You’re both tired after that, not as young as you used to be, and you pull him on top of your body again, a warm, reassuring weight; underneath him is your favorite place to be, always has been, always will be.
“Trophy husband,” you coo in his ear, scraping fingers through his hair. He chuckles softly, brushes his thumb over your lips.
“Badass wife.”
“Mm hmm, and don’t you forget it.” After a couple minutes, your stomach rumbles, and Aaron climbs off of you, returns with the whole pan of paella, two spoons, and a bottle of white wine. “No glasses?” you ask, teasing, sitting up against the pillows, and he shakes his head, wrinkles his nose.
“Nah, I like it better this way. My lips where your lips have been.” He leans in for a soft, slow, sultry kiss, and you sigh when it’s over, lean your head against his shoulder, and smile.
❤️ Taglist: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix
#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#aaron hotchner fanfic#criminal minds fanfic#aaron hotchner x female reader#aaron hotchner x reader#hotch x reader#hotch x female reader#request
525 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello! I see that your inbox is open so I'm seizing the opportunity to politely (👉👈) send an ask to a phenomenal writer. So maybe some relationship headcannons with Pinhead, Norman, Bishop, and Aaron Hotchner with a male s/o who's super oblivious and innocent. Thank you ❤
reminder, i don't write for aaron anymore, impulse decision ;-;
Pinhead
Adorable, but how have you survived with the shit that goes on in the world?
Honestly, it's probably for the best if you stay oblivious in this relationship. Don't ask too many questions, don't look into things, don't touch things, and certainly don't attempt to get involved in a "bring your spouse to work day"
Seeing as he genuinely doesn't have the "heart" to actually inflict pain on you, he instead finds pleasure in your oblivious nature. It's almost like a game of lets see how many devious things he can do around you before you notice
You're comedic relief at this point. Big ol angry demon do bad things but look at his sweet lil boyfriend who has no idea where he is *laugh track*
Norman
Do the two of you even talk? No one has ever heard the two of you even talk to each other let alone in general
You make Norman feel equally as bashful with your presence, but he enjoys just how oblivious you are to what's going on in the motel. It's nothing you really even need to be involved in so just sit there and be handsome
He can't help but gush over you, loving the amount of time and effort he puts into making you happy and smile. You mean Norman gets to feel like he's protecting and caring for someone? Sign him the fuck up
Takes personal offence anytime someone is rude to you in the motel. You might not have picked up on their aggression but Norman sure as hell did. How dare you almost possibly theoretically make his boyfriend mad you wHORE
Bishop
Yeah, it's also for the best, but Bishop takes on the rule of your bodyguard as well
So what if you have no idea what any of his big scientific words mean, he's glad that you'll just sit there and listen to him for hours on end with a smile on your face, watching him talk. Makes him feel a little more human
While he knows that you typically have no idea what the fuck is going on around the ship he's constantly pulling on your arm to pull you out of the way, positioning you in the correct spot, turning you to face the right way, and keeping you from getting ejected form the ship because you're standing too close to the latch
Crafts you a leash backpack with 3 wool and some iron to attach to his side. You can't get hurt or get your feelings hurt if you can't leave his side
201 notes
·
View notes
Text
No Need to Rush
Request: can u pls do a spencer x bau fem! reader where she’s dyslexic but also a genius like spencer and like someone maybe another member of the team/unsub makes a comment abt her being stupid. and she gets really upset abt it. then later spencer comforts her and they have really romantic but rough sex. where he’s just like reassuring her of how smart and beautiful she is.
A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Sorry this took a lil long to complete but I wanted to make sure I wrote this accurately and incorporate everything you wanted into it! Please let me know if you don’t feel as if this representation of dyslexia sits right with you and I will edit it no problem. This fic also concludes smut week (woo!) so I hope you enjoy 💓
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader
Category: Smut
Content warning: Learning disorder degradation, mentions of violence, rough sex, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, choking
Word count: 3.2k
-------------
It was the dead of winter in Seattle, Washington and a sniper decided it was the best time to have some target practice. His target practice ended up taking three innocent people’s lives as they were living their day-to-day lives. To top off his killing spree, he wrote handwritten letters to the police department. His letters were rambles about him not stopping until he finds his final target.
Hotch had left Spencer and you to go over the letters to try and figure out any indications of who his final target could be. He had sent JJ and Morgan to interview the victim’s family members to try and see if there were any similar people in their circle. Having you four working diligently on piecing the entire story together could end up saving another person from meeting an early demise.
You loved working with Spencer because the two of you were always up to speed with your thinking process. Both of you analyzed each letter with care, making sure nothing was missed which could possibly be used as a clue in identifying who this person and who their real target is.
You felt as if you were taking too long to go through every letter. There were about 20 of them and his incoherent rambles were giving you a hard time efficiently reading them. You had 10 to go through and Spencer was already finished and writing on the whiteboard clues he found in the letters. You were still on your seventh letter, dissecting and writing down what you thought was important. You couldn’t help feeling bad you were taking a long time.
“I’m sorry,” you said.
Spencer looked back at you with a questionable expression. “For what?”
“For taking forever. I’m taking up time reading these letters when I should be brainstorming with you.”
“Y/N, you’re not slowing down the process. If anything you taking your time can identify some major evidence.”
“Yeah, but you could do it within two minutes.”
“Doesn’t mean anything. Valuable information is valuable information no matter how long it takes you to find it. Besides you’re the smartest person I know, so nothing will get past you.”
“Doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”
“I’m here to remind you it’s all the time. I’ll be here to remind you every day if you ever doubt yourself.”
You smiled as you felt your worries drifting away. You were always self-conscious about having dyslexia. Growing up with it was the hardest part of your early years because people would see your extraordinary capabilities but questioned them whenever you had to read or spending longer than usual completing tasks. It was embarrassing for you. Even in adulthood you felt anxious about letting people know you were dyslexic because you were worried they wouldn’t see you as a genius.
When you let the members of the team know you were dyslexic, they accepted you as you were. It made you feel welcomed and understood for once in the longest while. It was especially nice hearing Spencer say you were a genius regardless of your dyslexia. You felt as if he understood you the most out of everyone because he had a rough time growing up as a child prodigy.
As you continued to read through the letter you were on, something caught your eye. You looked up at the whiteboard to see what Spencer had written. He had written about sunsets, trees and a park. He had concluded it was about Kerry Park in Seattle and speculated the unsub could possibly live near there. What you had read though made you think of a different possibility.
“Kelly Park,” you said aloud.
Spencer turned to you. “Kelly Park?”
Before you could explain your findings, Hotch and detective Royce entered the room. You were happy they did, so you could explain to everyone your theory as to who the unsays actual target is.
“Find any useful information we can put towards finding the unsub?” Hotch asked.
You nodded. “Yes. Kelly Park’s the end goal.”
“Kelly Park? You mean Kerry Park by West Highland,” detective Royce said.
“No, I mean, yes, but the unsub slipped up…uh no, they-uh- replaced Kelly with Kerry because there is a Kelly Park who lives nearby,” you explained.
“Wait, so is it Kerry or Kelly the name of the person who lives nearby Kerry’s Park?” Hotch asked.
“Sorry, sir. It’s Kelly Park who lives nearby Kerry’s Park.”
“How can you even speculate that?” Detective Royce asked.
“Because it’s in this letter. He says, ‘I spend my days looking at Kelly Park and wondering when I’d be brave enough to leave. I don’t think I am but one day I’ll be free,’” you said while holding it up.
Detective Royce took it from your hand to take a closer look. He furrowed his eyebrows as he read. He looked back up at you questionably.
“Maybe he’s dyslexic. Only an idiot would write Kelly instead of Kerry when referring to Kerry Park,” he said.
You clenched your jaw as he said his ignorant statement. You knew the unsub wasn’t dyslexic and you had a clue right infant of you. You snatched the letter away from his hands as you took a deep breath to calm yourself down.
“I’m actually dyslexic myself and I can tell you right now this unsub is not,” you said.
“I should have known from the time you mixed up Kerry and Kelly in your explanation. For a genius you sure don’t talk like one,” he said.
You felt your eyes stinging from the tears which were trying to breakthrough. What he said was familiar to everything you heard from your childhood. It was degrading to hear it when you knew you were on to something. Especially evidence which could potentially save someone.
“Don’t talk to one of my agents with such disrespect, Royce. My team and I would never slander your team, so we expect the same courtesy back,” Hotch said.
“Hotchner, you can’t seriously believe this is a connection,” detective Royce said.
“Who said it couldn’t be?” Spencer said.
“Common sense. He’s trying to mess up his words on purpose to take us off track from what really matters,” detective Royce said.
“Well, I’m not taking that risk. While you stand there with your arro…ignorance, I’ll actually go and do something about this piece of evidence,” you said as you walked by him to exit the room.
You could feel your heart drop with every step you took. Before you called Garcia you took a trip to the washroom. You went into a stall and made sure it was locked before you let your tears escape. You hadn’t felt humiliated for the longest time. The questionable look and harsh comments detective Royce spat at you made you feel sick. You knew you were smart and you knew you were onto evidence to save someone’s life. Yet you were doubted.
You wiped your tears away and took a few deep breaths before exiting the stall. You couldn’t let what he said distract you from finding Kelly Royce. You knew it would affect you for the rest of the day but you would sleep better at night knowing you saved a life. You didn’t want to be crying over two things tonight.
------
You sat on the edge of the hotel room bed. You had finished getting ready for the night and were ready to get into bed to forget about the day. You were happy you were right about Kelly Park and saved her hours before she was scheduled to go into the heart of Seattle for an appointment. Her ex-boyfriend, Michael Richards, had plotted for months on how to make her death look like an accident. Too bad his guilty conscience and ego didn’t mix well and he compulsively wrote down his thoughts.
It bothered you immensely detective Royce still didn’t give you your flowers at the end of everything. You understood not everyone would apologize for their ignorance and you should be used to it by now. However, you couldn’t help but think about it over and over.
You heard a few light knocks on your hotel room door. You looked at the clock. It was 11 p.m. You got up to go peek through the peephole to see who was trying to get your attention this time of night. You looked through the peephole and saw Spencer standing outside. You opened the door. As you opened it he looked at you with a smile but you could see the concern in his eyes.
“What brings you to this part of town so late?” You asked.
“I want to make sure you’re okay before you go to bed. I know how frustrating today was for you and I don’t want you going to bed with doubt on your mind,” he explained.
You stepped aside and gestured him to come inside your hotel room. You were happy he had stopped by. He was always the first one to give you words of encouragement and a reason to put your doubts aside. You closed the door and made your way over to the edge of the bed to sit. You patted the spot next to you for him to sit down. He took the seat next to you, sitting closer to you than expected. You two were shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. It was comforting to you for him to be so close.
“You know, if it wasn’t for you pointing out Kelly Park in his letter, she might not be alive,” he said.
“I know and I’m glad it worked out in the end. I just…”
You trailed off as a wave of doubt overthrew your thought process. You started to think if you had been wrong, if it were just your dyslexia getting the best of you, an innocent life could have been taken. A tear slipped from your right eye. You quickly wiped it away before Spencer saw. He must have seen it escape because he placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed it.
“You have a beautiful mind, Y/N,” he assured you.
“It doesn’t translate properly when I say the wrong words, read slower than average, mix up-”
“And all that doesn’t make a difference to how you save lives every day. If detective Royce wasn’t so prideful he would have thanked you properly for bringing to light what they brushed off,” he said.
You chuckled. “Yeah, he is a prideful idiot.”
“Exactly, so don’t let him or other doubters get to you. I believe in you wholeheartedly and always will. The team does as well, so we’ll always back you up.”
You smiled brightly at him as you felt your deep sadness fade away. He had such a way with words you felt as if you could rule the world solely based on his encouragement. You opened up your arms and embraced him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around the small of your back. He rubbed your back gently as you placed your head comfortably in the crook of his neck.
“I love how you’re always here for me, Spence,” you whispered into his neck.
“I’ll always be here to remind you of your worth and beauty,” he said.
You leaned up from his neck and faced him straight on. Your faces were just an inch away from each other as you lost yourself in his eyes. You softly smiled and found yourself saying things before your brain could process them.
“I could just kiss you right now,” you blurted out.
“Why don’t you?” He asked.
You were now speechless as you weren’t expecting him to be open to the idea. Perhaps he did find more than just your mind to be beautiful. One of his hands moved from your back and found its way to the side of your face. He moved your face closer to his and your lips finally met each other. He gently eased his tongue into your mouth before he dived fully into your mouth.
You placed your hands on his chest. You pulled on his shirt to bring him forward even more to minimize the space between you two. He moved his hands and placed them both on your hip. He brought you onto his lap without breaking your kiss. You glued your hands to his face to prevent him from even considering moving away from you. His hands squeezed before slipping his hands down your pyjama pants.
You didn’t give it a second thought and raised yourself off his hips so he could pull your pants off along with your underwear. He leaned away from your lips as he stared at you with a deep yearning in his eyes. He caressed his hands up your thighs, to your hips and then under your shirt. He pulled your shirt off to reveal your bare breasts.
“I hope you like what you see,” you said.
He smiled. “Of course. You’re beautiful beyond words.”
He then placed your right nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around your nipple. You moaned loudly as his tongue made your nipple feel a stimulation you never thought they could feel. He freed your nipple from his mouth as he quietly hushed you.
“We can’t let anyone know where in the same room together,” he whispered.
“I don’t care,” you said as you desperately leaned into him to steal another kiss.
He kissed you back. You held his head in place so he wouldn’t dare move away from you again. You soon felt his thumb circling around your clit. It wasn’t enough to make you stop kissing him but it made you release endless moans into his mouth. You then felt him shove two fingers into you which made you stop kissing him and set your moans free into the atmosphere. He pumped his fingers in and out of you so quickly you couldn’t find the time to catch your breath.
“If you can’t handle my fingers, how do you expect to handle my dick, beautiful?” He asked.
“I…I can,” you stammered.
He smiled. “I haven’t doubted you yet, have I??”
He took his fingers out of you and went to work on undoing his pants. You stared down at his huge bulge as he slipped down his pants and then his underwear. Your eyes widened as you saw his dick. He looked at you to see the amazement in your eyes. He softly chuckled as he grabbed your ass and squeezed it tight as he brought you forward to position you.
“Sit down on it and try not to be too loud,” he demanded.
You did what he asked and lowered yourself onto his dick. The further you went beyond the tip the more your mouth went agape. You could barely even get to the base without feeling as if his dick was already completely inside of you. He did you the favour and forced you all the way down on his dick. You let out a shriek which was cut short by him sticking his two fingers coated in your juices inside your mouth.
“Bounce on it and don’t make a sound. Understand?” He asked.
He nodded your head ‘yes’ for you and you started bouncing on his dick. You could feel your legs quaking as you engulfed his dick in and out of your repeatedly. Once you established a rhythm, you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and enjoyed every inch of his dick stretching your walls.
“How about we pick up the pace?” He asked.
Your eyes shot open as he bucked his hips up and disrupted your rhythm with his new set motion. You moaned heavily around his fingers as his dick kept ramming into you with no mercy. He used his other hand and squeezed your left breast. He licked your breasts before gently biting your nipple.
“Fuck,” you moaned.
“I only ever treat extraordinary women like this,” he said.
“Really?” You moaned.
He lifted you off his dick and laid you on the bed. He gently wrapped his large hands around your throat as he positioned himself on top of you. You could feel your adrenaline pumping as he lowered his face down to yours and kissed you softly on your lips before he stared into your eyes.
“You’re the only extraordinary woman I know,” he said.
“Fuck me like an extraordinary woman,” you said.
He obliged and rammed his dick into you with urgency. You moaned repeatedly as you took in every inch of his dick inside of you. He kissed along your jawline before reaching your ear.
“Who gets fucked like this?” He asked.
“Extraordinary women,” you whimpered.
“And what are you?” He asked.
“An extraordinary woman,” you whimpered.
As he continued to fuck some sense into you, he whispered nothing but the sweetest things in your ear. He called you beautiful, brilliant, amazing and his favourite, extraordinary. It felt nice hearing those things being repeated over and over in your ear especially by him. His dick definitely enforced the message as with every word he said to you, his motion would intensify. You wrapped your legs around him as he continued to fuck you.
“Where do you want me to cum, beautiful?” He asked.
“Inside of me,” you moaned.
He tightened the grip around your neck. “Louder.”
“Inside of me,” you shrieked.
“Look at me while I cum inside of you,” he demanded.
He grabbed your face to keep you still so your eyes were focused on him the whole time. He bit his bottom lip as he stared at your worn-out expression as he fucked you. He slowly stopped going at his rapid pace and soon stopped. You felt his cum fill your insides and you let out a soft moan at the feeling.
He let go of your neck and eased up from on top of you. You felt him stick two fingers in you and he pulled them out quickly. He placed his cum covered fingers on your lips. You opened your mouth and licked the cum dripping off his fingers.
“I don’t ever want you to doubt yourself again. You’re fucking amazing,” he said.
You leaned up on your elbows and smiled. “You are too.”
“Since I can’t stay in your room for the night without raising suspicions in the morning, how about we do something when we get back home and you can stay the night at my place? You know, for extra reassurance,” he said with a smile.
You giggled. “I’d love that.”
He leaned into you and gave you another big kiss on the lips. As he parted from your lips he stared at you with softer eyes from before and brushed your hair back.
“Maybe I’ll stay for a few more minutes. You like cuddles?” He asked.
“I love them,” you said.
He chuckled. “Great because I have a deep desire to cuddle you and make you know you’re treasured.”
You could have cried when he said that. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips. It wasn’t the best time to cry. You wanted to cherish the moment as a positive part of the day.
“Thank you, Spence. You’re extraordinary.”
“I guess that makes us a perfect match.”
“It sure does.”
—–
Tagged: @shadyladyperfection, @slutforthegubes, @pinkdiamond1016, @spencerreidsthings, @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto, @slutforsr @bxtchboy69, @fallinallinmendes
MASTERLIST
#spencer reid#dr. spencer reid#dr.spencer reid#Spencerreid#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fic#spencer reid request#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x fem!reader#mgg#mgg fic#mgg fanfiction#mgg smut#mgg x reader#mgg x y/n#Matthew Gray Gubler#matthew gray gubler request#matthew gray gubler smut#smut#Criminal Minds#criminalminds#Criminal Minds Fanfiction#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds smut#mgg request
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
painful mortal affection
request: a hotchniss dying love confession during the lauren reynolds arc, requested by @wonderlandhatter for my follower celebration
pairing: aaron hotchner x emily prentiss
genre: angst with happy ending
word count: 1.6k
warnings: faked death, hospital scenes, lots of guilt, one kiss
a lil note: i changed things up a little bit for added angst, so it's hotch who finds emily in the warehouse instead of derek
taglist: @delilahalvez @wren-was-here @anastasiahotchner @cmily ADD YOURSELF TO MY TAGLIST HERE
"Emily!" Hotch called out, desperately searching the warehouse for any sign of her. Please don't be too late, he silently begged, going over worst case scenarios of what Doyle could have possibly done to Emily in all of the time he'd had with her.
Hotch's footsteps echoed as he made his way down the stairs into the basement, his torch the only source of light. Dread settled in his stomach as the beam panned round to the southern side of the room. Emily was lying on the ground, a chair leg protruding from her abdomen. He dashed over to her side, informing the team of their location and asking for medics through his comms as he went.
The colour had drained from her face, the purpling bruises contrasted her almost deathly white skin. He reached out for Emily's shaking hands to hold them in his own - how had he never realised how small they were until now? With her this close to him, Hotch could see the almost non-existent fingernails and dark circles under her eyes, evidence that her fight against Doyle had been taking place over weeks leading up to this final battle.
"You're going to be okay, Emily," he said, unsure if he was reassuring her or himself. "I'm proud of you, I'm so proud of you for everything you've done for Declan."
"Let me go," she croaked out between ragged breathing, a pleading look in her eyes.
He couldn't do that. He couldn't just let her go. If she died, then who would call him out on every little mistake he made? Who would have his back when they approached an unsub? Who would show up ridiculously early at his house at the weekend just to make pancakes for his son? He needed Emily more than he cared to admit, and the thought of a world without her in it terrified him.
"Emily, I love you," he confessed. " If you're not going to stay for you, then stay for me, stay for us. I need you. I don't know how to do this without you. Please don't die. I love you."
Emily's eyes closed and the hold she had on his hand loosened.
He cried.
-
He and JJ had come up with a plan to send Emily away. Hotch didn't like it, and he was certain that Emily wouldn't like it either, but as soon as she was stable, she and JJ would travel to Paris where JJ would leave her with passports and documents to remain hidden from Doyle. Rationally, he knew it was the only feasible way to keep her safe, but a part of him just wanted her to stay in DC where he and the team could keep her safe.
JJ had told the team that Emily was dead. He felt as if he had betrayed the team with this lie. He knew it was necessary, but it was crossing a line he didn't know was even possible to cross. He couldn't cope with being with them, they were grieving but he was lying. Penelope's sobbing, Spencer's shaking, Dave's praying, Derek's self-loathing, Ashley's weeping - it was unbearable.
This left Hotch sat alone in Emily's hospital room, shirt still covered in Emily’s blood, head in his hands as he desperately waited for Emily to open her eyes. This was the part of the job Hotch hated the most - the waiting in hospitals, when there was nothing to do except sit helplessly. There was no one to profile, no unsub to take down. There was just a chair to sit in and wait.
After what seemed like an eternity, Emily's eyes began to flutter open. That might have been the happiest he's been to see her coffee dark eyes.
"Ouch," she muttered beneath her breath.
A sigh of relief passed through Hotch as he finally allowed himself to believe that she might actually be okay.
Emily's wince of pain shifted into a smile, "hey, you're actually smiling for once."
"I'm just glad you're alive."
He wasn't looking forward to the inevitable conversation he would have to have next. He didn't want to be the reason for her smile disappearing.
"I've got some bad news."
Hotch explained how they had failed her, how Doyle had escaped, and that it meant that everyone who had ever cared about her now believed she was dead. He broke the news to her as if he was reading a script. There was no emotion, it was just very matter-of-fact, knowing that if he said anything else, he would break. He had to be strong for her, even if it meant that she hated him.
He was met with silence. Hotch had always admired Emily's ability to compartmentalise and only allow certain emotions to show, but it was now that he wanted nothing more for her to tell her how she felt.
"I'm so sorry, Emily."
Her head slowly turned upwards, his apologetic eyes meeting her harsh expression.
"You told me that you love me, Aaron!" Emily shouted, her usual calm facade cracking with sadness evident in the crack of her voice. "You told me that you love me, and now you're saying that I'm dead? You're sending me away? Alone?"
Oh. The anger Hotch had expected, but didn't think she'd remember his last words to her before she fell into unconsciousness.
"I don't have any other choice!" He retaliated, the anger taking over, "don't you realise that this hurts me too? I love you! I am in love with you! I want to spend every day with you, not continents apart. But you did this, you went to Doyle alone, without us, and now this is the only thing we can do to keep you safe!"
Hotch regretted it as soon as those words came out of his mouth and tears welled in Emily's eyes. He wasn't angry at her. He didn't blame her. It was himself he was angry, for letting her do this, for not noticing that something was terribly wrong in the days leading up to her disappearance.
Neither of them spoke after that, the room filled with the monotonous beep of her heart monitor.
"Please don't leave me alone," Emily softly pleaded after a few minutes, breaking the silence.
"I'm sorry." Aaron said, unable to meet her eyes.
He turned away from Emily's bed, away from the tears streaming down her face, and he walked out before the guilt took over, and before Aaron had the chance to give in and let her stay.
-
The funeral was the worst. Hotch was surrounded by everyone who had ever cared about Emily, all collectively grieving for her loss of life, knowing that he could take away their pain with one little sentence. He was lying to all of these people.
The added pain of their last conversation being an argument didn't help either. Had Hotch ruined their friendship with a confession of love and a pointless release of anger? He had no way of knowing if Emily had ever felt the same way he did, and he was certain that she would never entertain the idea of being with him after he had effectively killed her.
The team were all grieving in their own way. They'd lost one of their own and all of them were feeling guilt on some level. There was no more laughter coming from the bullpen, no games played on the plane, no nights out in the bar. It was as if Emily had taken all life out of the BAU.
Jack understood death now. He knew that Aunt Emmy was now with Mommy in the sky. That just about broke Hotch.
He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't lie to the team, his own son, on a daily basis. He just couldn't. The guilt was piling up - the guilt of lying to the team, and the guilt of hurting Emily. So he ran away. He left and went to Pakistan, where no one knew Emily, and he wasn't constantly surrounded in grief reminding him of the ever-present guilt.
-
Doyle was dead. It was all over. Emily was safe.
Hotch was sat alone in his office as he let it all sink in. The relief of the truth being out was welcome, but was replaced with an uncomfortable nervousness at the thought of addressing everything that happened between him and Emily before her departure.
A knock at his door announced Emily's presence as she stepped into his office, hands fiddling with the cuff of her shirt.
Hotch rose from his chair and made his way around his desk to be face to face with. He opened his mouth to begin to speak, but before he had a chance to, Emily blurted out, "I love you too."
That was unexpected.
"I never got the chance to tell you when we were at the warehouse, and then at the hospital, but I love you, Hotch," she explained. "I thought about you every day when I was in hiding. I wanted nothing more than to come back here and be with you. If you still feel the way you-"
Interrupting her, Hotch placed his hands on her cheeks and brought her face towards him before placing his lips on hers. In that moment as their lips moved against each other's, all of the guilt and pain dissipated. Emily was home, and he was right where he needed to be.
#aaron hotchner x emily prentiss#hotchniss#hotchniss fanfiction#hotchniss fanfic#hotchniss fic#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotchner fanfiction#emily prentiss fanfiction#emily prentiss fic#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#han writes stuff#han talks cm
108 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hcs about Aaron's body
Aaron Hotchner x GN!reader
18+ Minors dni please
I initially wrote these in dms, so it's not the most coherent thing I've written before but I feel like sharing them so here we are. Please enjoy :)
Okay so when I was drawing the artwork and adding all the scars and the stretch marks I thought damn. There's no way he doesn't feel insecure abt it all, like. The scars were one thing but then he softened over the years and stretch marks sprouted across his lower abdomen and I feel like one day he caught sight of them in the mirror and just :(
Then he's dating you and it's great! He's loving everyday with you and he's feeling so, so alive. But then one day you are at his place and you're getting rly cosy and making out and you are pawing at the hem of his shirt, wanting to touch and to see him and he freezes.
You immediately stop, you ask if he's okay and he looks so panicked and sad. You ask what's going on and he says he's...well, he's not comfortable about taking his shirt off, that he's sorry and understands if you don't wanna keep going. You say
"Hey of course I am, it's alright." 🥺 so you do end up keeping going but he thinks about it, how he couldn't show you his body.
He starts to pull away a bit then cuz he's ashamed of himself and doesn't think you'll like the look of him and that he thinks he's pathetic being too afraid to show you his body. You notice and confront him gently and he finally admits it all. He's fucking sad, ashamed, scared what you'll think. And ugh your heart breaks. You cup his cheeks and gaze into his teary eyes and tell him there is NOTHING about him that would put you off him. He's shaking, the tears are free flowing and you just hold him, letting him get these emotions out. He's not been able to express how he's felt about this to ANYONE, not Beth, no one. But he trusts you so much and it feels nice to get this out.
When he slowly calms down he pulls back and you can see the cogs turning in his head. He finally says he feels ready to take his shirt off. You tell him only if he feels okay to. He nods and with your help he slowly lifts the shirt up over his head to reveal his body. Your eyes notice the hair of his happy trail and stomach, then the abundance of scars that cover his body. And you just bite back tears, hands ghosting over the surgical scars and the nine stab wounds. He shivers.
"It's okay to touch, they do feel sensitive sometimes though." He mumbles.
It takes every ounce of strength for him not to burst into tears again when you touch his scars with such tenderness and care.
You won't ask him to relay what happened, waiting for him to approach the subject on his own terms when he's ready. It's already a highly emotional day for him.
Idly, you notice the stretch marks and his grimaces when you graze them.
"I got soft at some point, don't know when." He begins to try justify them, but you just kiss his cheek.
"They are beautiful, you're so, so beautiful."
He's never been called beautiful before, and it makes his eyes well up with tears again. Only this time they are happier tears.
And when you're both laying in bed together and you're gently kissing all of those scars and stretch marks and lil beauty marks and freckles? His heart melts, and he truly does feel as beautiful as you say he is. Not once have you shied away from him, you've instead never been closer to him. And when you're laying together after making love, your hand stroking his stomach softly as you cuddle him he smiles; yes, he could get used to this.
#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner x y/n#aaron hotchner x gn!reader#aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader#aaron hotchner hcs
226 notes
·
View notes
Note
OH GIRL YOU KNOW WHAT IM THINKIN. can i request a hotch x reader fluff where hotch and y/n both take off work for the day and spend it together as a lil selfcare day <3
a/n: this was so fun to write, i would love a self care day with hotch!
pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!gn!reader
cw: food mention, work stress mention
wc: blurb!
Aaron was always on you about watching your stress levels. However, much to his dismay, you often refused to back down. Even during particularly draining cases, you would show up early with your hair perfectly pinned up and cup of coffee in hand. But Aaron had a way of sensing when you were at your breaking point.
In the same way, you could easily spot Aaron's stress. His eyes looked more tired than usual and the wick of his temper grew all the more short. He would be sullen and silent on the flights home, rather than cracking jokes with the rest of the team.
On one particular Wednesday, you opened up the blinds to your studio apartment to find it was raining. Grayish and depressing clouds covered the sun, bearing a foggy lack of light onto the parking lot of your complex. Aaron was still fast asleep in bed, curled up comfortable beneath the blankets.
You crawled back into bed, planting a soft kiss onto his nose. Rubbing his muscular upper arm, you whispered gently to stir him from his slumber.
"Aar, let take the day off."
"Huh?," Aaron's eyes opened slowly, pulling you in for a soft peck on your lips.
"It's raining...let's take the day off."
"No round table?"
"Nuh-uh," you said, sliding your arms beneath his as you placed your face in the crook of his neck. He smiled warm and masculine; safe and secure. Home.
Aaron smiled, turning to grab his cell phone off the nightstand. You listened as he informed staffing that you both would be out for the day, before placing his phone back and pulled you back close to him. Before long, you both drifted back into content and dreamless sleep, happy to be near another.
Upon waking up, Aaron had greeted you with a cup of coffee. You smiled, taking the warm mug into your hands and taking a sip. You both made your way to the couch, where you sat practically glued for hours. You took breaks from reruns of nineties sitcoms like Full House to steal kisses and giggles.
You even convinced Hotch to do a face mask with you, which he demanded the photographic evidence of being forever deleted. The only time you ever got up was to grab the pizza that had just come from the oven, enjoying feeding each other bites back and forth.
Tomorrow would come, surely. Tomorrow there would be a new case, a new terror, a new family to break the news to. But for today, it was you and Aaron...together. And for today, that was enough to heal your weary mind.
_______________________
criminal minds taglist // @hufflepuffhaze @omghufflepuff @angelsandsorcery @txtdreamss @ssavanessa22 @awritingtree @sweetandsunny @the-wolfie @bluelittleblackgirl @taralewiz @kuolonsyoja @rainsong01
#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotchner#criminal minds fanfiction
104 notes
·
View notes
Text
Standards of Performance, Chapter 10: Accommodations
From the Beginning, Previous Chapter
AO3 Link
Thank you guys again for being so kind about the new posting schedule (or lack thereof). Your comments and messages and rbs always make me laugh and cry (in a a good way).This is just a lil chapter about them being awkward and cute after The Kiss, and introducing some bigger plot stuff. You'll wanna buckle up for the next one ;)
Summary: You’re the BAU’s newest intern, desperate to prove yourself amongst an established team of much more experienced profilers. Agent Hotchner, the seemingly infallible team leader, sets strict expectations for your performance. He commands your respect without even trying, but is there something more to your relationship than a simple desire to impress your stony-faced boss?
Chapter Summary: Some creep is stalking the team and all you can think about is kissing Hotch.
Words: 2059
Rating: Explicit, 18+. Warnings on AO3.
Pairings: Hotch x Reader, Hotch x You
The BAU had a stalker.
To put it in a way more relevant to your views on the matter: the BAU’s stalker was interfering with the (hopefully) budding spark between you and Hotch.
It wasn’t that you didn’t care that there was potentially unhinged maniac apparently obsessed with the team, it’s just that when you got the slightly panicked phone call from JJ that Morgan, Reid, Garcia, and herself had all found letters on their doorstep professing an alarming fascination with the members of the team, you couldn’t help but feel a bit irritated that the ordeal was bound to put a pause on the progress you two had made.
That is, until you went to leave your apartment in the morning and found an unassuming envelope shoved under the door. You opened it with shaking fingers to a note written on thick cardstock, scrawled in black, seeping ink as if written by an old-fashioned quill.
I’ve been paying attention to your team for some time - quite the impact you’ve made on the world of crime. The heroes of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit! I’m sure the world wishes they had you during Bundy or BTK, hm?
Anyways, I had to see for myself. I must admit, finding you was much easier than I would have anticipated given your ‘status.’ I thought I’d drop you this note to say hi and propose a deal. A Game, of sorts.
The Game goes like this: I leave you notes, and you try to catch me! Easy, yes? This is day 1. How many days until you find me?
Xoxo Talk soon,
G
You put the note in your bag and, after double checking your door was locked (not that the flimsy deadbolt the landlord had installed would have done much to keep an intruder out anyways), you rushed to the office. You dropped your note on the table in the conference room where the team had gathered and pointed at it tremulously.
“I got one too. I touched it, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking -”
“Don’t worry about it,” Rossi interrupted. “We dusted the others; there was nothing. I doubt yours was any different.”
Hotch plucked your letter up and scanned it quickly before tossing it back on the table. “It’s exactly the same as the others. Nothing identifiable.”
“Why didn’t we get them?” asked Prentiss.
“Access,” said Garcia, notably less cheery than usual. The team turned to her for clarification.
“You three are hard to get to,” she explained. “Hotch and Prentiss live in secure apartment buildings. Rossi has a gated property with security that can rival the President’s. Those of us who don’t live the high life are just... out in the open.”
“So that’s encouraging, right? That the unsub either couldn’t or wouldn’t go through the extra trouble of getting to all of us?” JJ asked, hopeful.
Morgan shook his head. “I dunno if you can interpret any part of what this creep is doing to intimidate us as ‘encouraging.’”
“Does it read as intimidation, though?” mused Reid.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” Morgan responded. “What’s your take on the language?”
Reid took a millisecond to reread the letter and pursed his lips. “Though the language isn’t directly threatening, the concept of a game implies either winning or losing. He - it’s almost certainly a he - doesn’t mention the consequences for either situation, which could imply that there are none, but that seems unlikely. There’s also the matter of separating himself from others in line three - ‘I’m sure the world wishes they had you during Bundy or BTK,’ not we. He’s trying to distinguish himself to us in some way, which means he wants to be noticed, and I don’t think there’s anything in this language that excludes the possibility of him doing something drastic in order to be.”
“So not encouraging,” said Prentiss dryly. “The question is, why us? Is this personal; did we put someone close to him away?”
“It could be, but the language in the opening seems sarcastic almost, like he’s mocking us,” noted Rossi.
Morgan nodded in agreement. “It’s a challenge. He’s trying to tell us we’re not all we’re cracked up to be.”
The analysis worried you, because you felt you were the only member of the team for whom that statement might have been true.
“So, what then?” you asked. “Review security footage and see if we can find anything?”
“Already did!” chirped Garcia. “Hotch had me up all night reviewing the tapes.”
For the first time, you noticed the dark circles under her standard coat of heavy makeup. You looked at Hotch, expecting to find some shame in his expression, but found none.
“If there was anyone weird creeping around your dwellings last night, I didn’t see ‘em. I even looked through the street cameras in the area. Granted, none of you have a security camera pointed directly at your door, which might not be a bad idea after this -”
“Hold on,” Morgan interrupted, “you didn’t check her apartment though, right?” referring to you. “Cuz she just found it this morning?”
Garcia perked up, but you shot her down with a shake of your head. “Sorry guys, my place isn’t nearly nice enough to have security cameras.”
The team looked unperturbed by that, except for Hotch, who met your eyes with a look you couldn’t quite place.
“What do we do, then? Wait for another letter?” JJ asked.
“That’s all we can do until we have more evidence,” said Hotch, visibly frustrated. He hated waiting, you knew that. You all hated it. It felt like watching a car without its parking brake on slowly start to roll down a hill.
“If that’s all, sir…”
Hotch nodded at Garcia. “You’re all dismissed. Business as usual for now. If he craves acknowledgement, best not to give it to him unless we have to.”
The team filtered out, and you made to follow them, but before making it through the doorway, Hotch called you back. He shifted feet, cleared his throat, and looked at you.
“About the comment you made earlier,” he started.
What comment? You wracked your brain trying to remember if you’d said something rude, or something that hinted at what happened between you two, but came up short.
He noticed the puzzled look on your face and clarified. “When you said your apartment complex wasn’t nice enough to have security cameras. I wanted to say that -” he ran his hand across his jaw, clearly uncomfortable, “- I know the internship salary isn’t impressive, and if you feel you’re unable to afford safe accommodation, I’d be more than happy to talk to Strauss about -”
“Oh, God, no.” You felt as if your face was on fire. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way, my apartment is fine - I mean of course there’s things that could be improved - but in no way do I feel unsafe.”
“Well, good. Okay then.”
Before you could make your exit and spare you both from the residual awkwardness of the interaction, he spoke again. “There’s one more thing. Given that whoever wrote this note has displayed his willingness to come to our doorsteps, JJ is staying with Emily for the time being, Reid with Rossi, and Garcia with Morgan.”
You smirked at the last pairing. Leave it to those two to capitalize on a stalker to bunk up together.
“I was going to have the Bureau get you a hotel in the meantime, since he did come to your apartment, but Garcia suggested that since we live so close, you could just… stay with me.”
Holy shit.
There was a pained look on his face as he finished the sentence as if he recognized what an utterly bad idea it was, but hadn’t had the good sense to reject it himself. He looked at you, expecting an answer despite the lack of a question mark at the end of that statement, and you struggled mightily to compose yourself to deliver an acceptance that didn’t appear uncomfortably enthusiastic.
You must have taken too long, because he immediately started to retract his offer. “I already told her it was completely inappropriate; the rest of the team is used to staying together for cases but given you just started, and after the last few days I completely understand -”
“No!” You cut him off. “Sorry, no, that’s not what I was going to say at all. I’d love to. I mean, I think it’s a good idea. I’d feel a lot safer…”
‘With you around?’ Is that too much?
Fuck it.
“... with you around,” you finished, and you swear you saw him push back a smile.
“Alright, then. I’ll let Garcia know.”
You made a mental note to send that woman a thank-you card.
***
As the workday wound down, you were surprised to Hotch turn out his office light and walk out at the same time as you did.
“Early night?” you teased as you walked to your cars in the parking garage, despite it being 7 pm.
He chuckled. “It would have been rude of me to keep you hanging around until I decided to leave.”
Right. You were leaving together. Because you were going back to his apartment. Together. The undeniable domesticity of the moment put a skip in your step, and you couldn’t help but wish this was happening under different circumstances.
“So I’ll just stop by my apartment and grab my things?”
“What? No,” Hotch responded, frowning. “I’m coming with you. The whole point of all of this is to avoid being alone.”
And that’s how you ended up speeding down the highway like a madwoman, leaving Hotch in your dust, taking the stairs two at a time, and frantically scrambling to get your apartment in order. It wasn’t terrible; not as if you had rotting food sitting out or something (probably because you didn’t actually cook enough for that), but the recent caseload and spending so much time with Hotch in the mornings had certainly pushed general organization to the wayside. You shoved the growing pile of dirty laundry into your closet, straightened up the coffee table, and were in the middle of packing your suitcase when you heard a knock at the door.
Giving the apartment a quick once-over to make sure you hadn’t missed something utterly humiliating, you opened the door to an unimpressed Hotch.
“I could have pulled you over for speeding, you know,” he said as he strode into your living room.
“Yeah, sorry,” you said sheepishly, “I wanted to make sure this place wasn’t a mess the first time you saw it.”
He cocked an eyebrow and you realized how that came out - the first time, as if there were going to be many more - and you coughed and looked away.
“Anyways. I’m almost done packing, just gotta grab a couple more things.”
He nodded and you hurried to it, wanting to get him out of your apartment as quickly as possible. Normally you’d have jumped at the chance to be alone in a quiet place with him, but the way his eyes were scanning the room made you nervous that he was learning more about you in a very short amount of time than you felt entirely comfortable with.
***
You walked into Hotch’s apartment for the second time ever to find it just as clinically neat as before, except for a set of sheets and blankets laid out on the couch. Grinning, you gestured to them.
“Thought you said you were sure I would say no?”
It was his turn to be shamefaced. “Just in case. Besides,” he shot back, grabbing your bags from where you’d deposited them by the couch, “You’re taking the bed.”
“Like hell I am!” you scoffed, forgoing propriety. “I’m not making my boss sleep on the couch in his own apartment.”
“Considering I, as you mentioned, am your boss,” he responded, “I will be making that decision.”
You plopped down on the couch. “Unless I just refuse to move.”
He stood a few paces away and glared, but gave up and dropped your bags all the same.
You could have sworn you heard him mutter “brat” under his breath, but that didn’t sound like something Aaron Hotchner would say, did it?
Taglist (I got a bunch of new ones so message me if I forgot to add you!): @stop-drop-and-drumroll @criminalmindzjunkie @xoprincessmel @cevanswhre @addie5264 @klinenovakwinchester @honeyshores @violentvulgarvolatile @masumiyetimziyanoldu @violetclifford @pipersaccomplice @itsmytimetoodream @groovygoob @captainhyenafan @thebadassbitchqueen
#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x y/n#criminal minds fanfiction#aaron hotchner#Criminal Minds#hotch#standards of performance#criminal minds smut#aaron hotchner imagine#thomas gibson#hotch fanfiction#hotch x you#spencer reid#derek morgan#david rossi#penelope garcia#jj#emily prentiss#fanfiction#ao3
253 notes
·
View notes
Text
in the hands of tyche
“for those who believe, no proof is necessary. for those who don’t believe, no proof is possible.” stuart chase
pairing: aaron hotchner x gender neutral ! reader
warnings: slight swearing
word count: 4,603
author’s note: thank you for your patience with this request! it is such a cool concept and it was so, so fun to write. also, im putting together a lil ~thing~ in celebration of hitting 100 followers, so stay tuned :)
“Some psychic this guy is,” Rossi muttered, “this place is as far from a rocky shoreline as you can get.”
Hotch pulled back the blue plastic tarp that was draped in front of the window, revealing a view of lighthouse perched upon a rocky shoreline. Of course, it was a mural painted onto the brick wall of the neighboring building, but it was still a rocky shoreline, nonetheless.
“Dave,” Hotch said, the amusement not lost in his voice. The ghost of a smile danced on his lips as he turned back to his friend, more entertained by the legendary David Rossi being wrong than a psychic being right.
Meanwhile, at the local police department, you were placing Aaron’s files into his briefcase, hoping to have the station cleaned up for him and Dave before they returned. You set the files before you, biting onto your cheek as you tried to picture how Hotch would order them himself. Pensive thoughts brought about your fidgeting with the silver band that wound around your third finger. It was something you did whenever you got lost in your mind, playing with the engraved ring Jack had insisted Aaron purchase for you when they visited Disneyland the autumn before. Small sparkles and fireworks were etched into the metal, a small reminder of happiness when the days seemed dark.
You remember the day you received it, waiting at the airport terminal for the Hotchner boys. The moment you locked eyes with Jack, his smile had lit up the room and he began to sprint towards you, arms open and insistent. You knelt to catch him, his small body colliding with yours, your laugh filling the air.
It was short lived, the hug he gave you, because he quickly ripped himself away and ran back towards his dad. Jack’s tiny hand grabbed into his father’s first two fingers (his small palms were unable to fully grasp Aaron’s hand), desperately pulling the two of them towards you.
“Dad! We have to give them the present!” His little feet were skidding on the tile in excitement, sneakers jumping erratically against the linoleum. A giggle accompanied Aaron’s wide smile, his own feet moving at a purposefully slow pace, just to savor the unbridled excitement his son displayed.
“Present?” You questioned as the boys finally reached you, your eyebrow raising in Aaron’s direction.
“I picked it out all by myself!” Jack exclaimed, pointing a finger at his chest. The small lisp on his tongue only made his pride more endearing.
“He did,” Aaron agreed, his usually serious tone abandoned, “he refused to let me have any involvement in the choosing of presents.”
When you did finally receive the ring- back at Aaron’s apartment, where he could comfortably dig through his luggage- Jack also had to show you the other presents he had chosen for the rest of the team. The line-up included a Stitch bobble head for Auntie Penny and a Genie stuffie for Uncle Dave, to name a few.
Ever since that day, that ring was permanently placed on your finger- the sweet, innocent smile of Jack Hotchner calming your mind whenever you saw it. It had become a grounding mechanism during particularly difficult cases.
You decided to order the files by date, starting with the earliest murders. However, before you could even begin, your instincts froze your movements. The hairs along the base of your neck straightened, a slight shiver circling around your spine. Your eyes scanned the room subtly, meeting the gaze of none other than Stanley Usher, a resident psychic that was involved on the case, who was standing beside an officer across the room.
Abandoning your organizational pursuits, you walked the length of the room towards him.
“I have a feeling you haven’t heard this,” you began, “but thank you for helping on this case.” You decided to start politely, rather than confronting him for his obvious staring problem.
You held your hand in front of you, offering him a handshake.
“You believe I helped?” He questioned, smile never faltering as his palm shook yours briefly.
“I think it doesn’t matter what I believe,” you shrugged, “you gave someone hope when all was lost, and contributed to helping find a missing woman. I thank you for you intentions, whether your predictions came true or not.”
His eyes narrowed at you slightly, but that might have just been from his widening smile.
“I appreciate that,” his voice had a gentleness to it- you could see how he was so successful in his line of work. Anyone with a comforting timbre to their words would be easy to believe.
You nodded curtly, spinning on your heel to return to your work.
“And, Agent?”
You looked over your shoulder, pausing your stride momentarily.
“Chase him,” his lifted his hand, his thumb pointing to the base of his middle finger. Your eyes flickered to the silver ring on your own.
“When the summer rain falls, you’ll know he’s chasing you, too.”
You stared back at him for a moment longer, eyebrow raised in question. Then, wordlessly, you turned forward and moved to the aforementioned table, shaking away the completely ridiculous thoughts Stanley Usher had placed into your mind.
‘Chase him’?
Yes, it was vague, and your skeptical mind told you that there was absolutely no logic behind it, but the certain Supervisory Special Agent that immediately popped into your thoughts was far from vague. Aaron Hotchner had occupied your conscious (and subconscious) mind rent-free, and his tenancy was a fact you did your best to ignore. But, despite your best effort, his deep, honey eyes and velvet voice never left you alone, even when you tried so hard to escape them.
There wasn’t a single soul who knew of your infatuation with your Unit Chief, and there was no way in hell Stanley Usher would know.
***
The jet was quiet on the trip home. You were sat beside Hotch- as per usual- while he read a book, his chin resting in his palm, elbow perched on the armrest of his seat. Mind somewhere between conscious and asleep, you lulled your head towards him.
“Hey, Hotch,” you spoke lowly, in order to not disturb everyone else on the plane, “guess what?”
A chuckle slipped past his lips, your obviously sleepy demeanor amusing him, “What?”
“Usher, the psychic guy, gave me a prediction.” You bit back a smile on your bottom lip, your slightly delirious state missing the way Aaron’s eyes flickered to your lips momentarily.
“Really?” A small grin- a shit-eating grin- settled on his features, (he always smiled so damn much when it came to you), “Alright, I’ll bite. What did he say?”
“He basically told me that we’re gonna fall in love- something about summer rain?” you chuckled, lifting your hand, “And he got all of that from this ring.”
The falter in Hotch’s smile lasted only a millisecond, but the way his pulse raced was something he was sure would last for a few hours.
“I think that just confirms my theory,” Hotch relaxed further into his chair, eyes moving back to the novel in his lap, “that guy is a complete fraud.”
The back of your hand met his shoulder in a playful smack, “You’re an ass,” you settled into your own seat as well, closing your eyes as you began your first attempt at sleeping, “It would be a privilege to love me.”
And you were far into your own dreamland before he could even think about replying, but even if you were awake and alert, his honest reply would’ve died on his tongue before he even spoke the words.
Yes, he thought, it would.
***
There were no more discussions of a potential love, or Stanley Usher, following that late-night jet conversation. Life was nothing short of normal and wonderful, with the days spent in the BAU full of cases and paperwork, and the days off spent with Jack and Aaron, (since Hailey let Aaron take Jack on his days off), or in the comfort of your own home. That’s not to say your feelings had disappeared, but rather you had never broken your routine of completely burying them.
Little did you know, the words you shared with Aaron that night had yet to leave his mind. It was a terrible and abrupt realization, how much he truly cared for you. It was a subject he had never fully confronted within himself- whether it was out of fear or avoidance, he didn’t know. But, since your sleep-induced thoughts spilled from your lips, they had wormed their way into the forefront of his memory and had given little respite to the anxious worry they brought with them. It was entirely stressful, trying to figure out his own emotions.
There was only one thing he was certain of: he had wondered how your lips would taste on far too many occasions to call it normal daydreaming.
He found himself struggling with his self control when you were around Jack. There was something about the way his son smiled at you, that made him want to hold you for an eternity. The swell in his chest brought a warm fullness that he hadn’t known he was missing, but the feeling of it’s presence became addicting. He found himself yearning for you, missing your company, wishing to hear your voice.
“Watch out!” You had yelled to him, running from the giggling Jack Hotchner, “It’s the baby monster!”
Jack squealed in delight, hands held in front of him like an adorable, undead zombie, feet pattering on the hardwood flooring as he chased you.
Ah, there it is.
Like a breath of fresh air, the feeling returned. The weightlessness it brought made Aaron float.
***
The sun shone brightly as you entered the BAU, and while the bright weather is something you usually praised, the lingering pain of the previous night’s bad decisions was keeping you from basking in the light. Damn Emily and her affinity for whiskey.
The travel mug of coffee in your hand made a satisfying clink against the wood of your desk, your half lidded eyes reaching a file that hadn’t been there when you left yesterday. In fact, it was a file you had turned in a few days prior. On top of the manilla was an orange sticky note, the unmistakably messy writing of none other than Aaron Hotchner scrawled on it.
MISSING ME’S TOXICOLOGY SCREEN- SECOND VICTIM
AH.
You sighed as you settled into your seat, picking up the landline to call in for the report.
He subtly watched you from his office, almost chuckling at the slump in your shoulders. You were never able to say no to Emily, regardless of how many shots she brought to you. A smile tilted at his lips, but was quickly gone as a knock sounded from the door.
“Come in,” he called. JJ’s head poked in, a sizable stack of files in her arm.
“Good morning,” she greeted, “I just wanted to let you know, they’re postponing maintenance repairs on the jet until tomorrow.”
He shuffled papers around, eyes following his work’s movement, “Are there any cases you’re considering? Should we start looking at commercial?”
“Thankfully, no,” there was hint of a laugh in her words, “which is good. I’ve never liked flying in the rain.”
His actions stopped momentarily, gaze snapping up to the woman in his doorway. Desperately, he tried to keep his features from displaying how his heart had dropped from his chest.
“That is good,” he agreed, his voice surprisingly strong, “keep me updated.”
“Yes, sir,” she smiled, the door clicking shut as she retreated back to her office.
He let out a long, drawn out breath as soon as she left, suddenly feeling dizzy and very, very warm. The intensity of his pulse was something that echoed in his ears, which became red at the very ends to match his cheeks. He had put his best efforts into keeping the words of Stanley Usher from his mind, but it was a lost cause as soon as JJ had mentioned the rain.
Eyes moving back to you, he felt the nerves begin to eat away at his gut. You were obviously miserable, but somehow, someway, the slight frown on your features and the (mildly) disheveled state of your hair was enough to lift the very corner of his lips into a minuscule smile. Even on one of your worst days- which is beyond understandable, from your choice of a drinking partner- you were, in Hotch’s eyes, the most beautiful being he had ever seen.
***
It took a little over an hour to get the toxicology screening faxed to the unit, machine sputtering as it printed. You slipped the paper into the file, the soles of your shoes clicking against the floor as you made your way to Aaron’s office. Knuckles tapping lightly on the wooden door, you poked your head in.
“I have that file completed,” you smiled, holding up said file in the doorway.
“Come in,” he didn’t look up from the papers below his pen.
You didn’t think much of his focus, moving into the office and putting your revised work on top of the tower of manila that sat on his desk.
“Anything you need?” You offered, fingers twisting the ring on your finger, “Coffee? Food? A break?”
He finally looked up at you, eyes flickering to your fidgeting hands.
“No,” his voice was soft, “but thank you.”
You nodded shortly, a polite smile on your lips before you turned and left, suppressing a shiver that ran down your spine. There was something that was bothering him, you knew. His whole demeanor was slightly shifted, slightly wrong. Even if you didn’t know the reason, you sure as hell didn’t want to deal with an oddly behaved Hotch for the remainder of your day.
You popped two Advil into your mouth at your desk, willing your headache to leave you as you began plotting.
***
Your final decision was that of the edible route. If there was anything in the world that could create a smile on Aaron Hotchner’s face, it was a blueberry scone from the hole-in-the-wall cafe three blocks north of the BAU. Your lunch break was spent walking to, and dining at said cafe, enjoying a scone and coffee yourself, the second round of caffeine helping to ease the remnants of your hangover.
Emily hadn’t stopped teasing you since the moment you had clocked in that morning. She was as chipper as ever, acting as if she had gotten a full eight hours of sleep and didn’t touch a single drop of alcohol the night before. The way she seemed invincible to the source of your destruction only further proved your point that God is a woman, and her name is Emily Prentiss.
But, despite the jokes and jabs from your close friend, the BAU had been oddly quiet. Any day spent without a case was something to be marveled at in and of itself, but the tense atmosphere extended further than that. Specifically, into the Unit Chief’s office. Derek had talked to you about it briefly, the way Hotch was acting.
“I know that office is his home, but the closed door is a bit concerning.”
You agreed, but neither of you knew how to go about a solution. Eventually, you had retreated back to your desk and subsequent mountain of paperwork. It was while you were finishing a file on the cop-killer in Phoenix, Arizona, that the famous blueberry scone made an appearance in your mind.
It was quickly followed with a mental image of Aaron Hotchner’s smile, but you elected to ignore that. (You also ignored the way your heart was beating because of it).
You were one block away from the Quantico Headquarters when the sunny sky split, unleashing a rain that was just heavy enough to soak you thoroughly.
Water dripping off your clothes, you stepped into a nearby clothing shop, heading straight to the clerk.
“Do you sell umbrellas?” You asked, arms crossed and fist still gripping onto the scone-filled plastic bag.
“Back corner over there,” he said politely as he pointed, obvious sympathy in his eyes.
Nodding, you turned and followed his direction, tugging a new shirt and slacks from their hangers as you walked. A bucket of umbrellas sat exactly where he said they would be, all patterned differently.
Naturally, you took the plain, black one, moving towards the front of the store once again.
“Is it okay if I change into these clothes after?” You questioned, placing your items on the counter.
“Of course,” he replied with a smile, “dressing rooms are just around that corner.”
Paying him quickly, you grinned, “thank you.”
You sent the polite retail worker one last smile as you exited the store, wet clothes in the plastic bag the scone was previously in, the treat protected only by the paper pastry bag the baker had placed it in. Everything was better- since you were armed with an umbrella and fresh clothes- until you glanced down to your watch. You were, without a doubt, late.
The sprint you took off into was that of complete panic, knowing the team was sure to be questioning your absence. You were always so punctual- any deviation longer than five minutes (which was tripled, at the time), was noticed immediately.
Shoes splashing in the pavement’s puddles, the FBI building finally came into view. You huffed as you walked up to the secured, employee-entrance door, reaching for the ID card that always sat at the hem of your shirt.
The dread that filled you when you grasped air was nothing short of terrible.
Your eyes moved to your hip, and there was empty space where that card, adorned with that terrible ID photo, should have been. Frantically, your hand patted at your pockets, only to find them empty. Your other hand was occupied with the umbrella, bag of clothes, and blueberry scone.
As your self-pat down turned up fruitless, your frustration took over, causing you to close and abandon the umbrella for the sake of using both of your hands. The rain soaked you quickly, which only added to the tension. And, as if you hadn’t suffered enough, the stress had begun your alcohol induced headache once again.
It wasn’t until your smiling face, next to the title ‘Supervisory Special Agent’, shone through the plastic bag that your erratic search stopped.
Of course, you thought, a wave of relief rushing over you, of course it’s still on my other shirt.
In reality, opening that plastic bag should’ve been an easy enough task, but the shakiness of your post-drunken fingers and the slickness that came with the rain proved it to be the complete opposite.
To say you could cry from the pure frustration with the entirety of your situation was an understatement.
“Damn it!” You exclaimed, letting the bag drop to the concrete. It landed next to the now soaked scone- the entire reason you had left the building in the first place.
You had half the mind to call Emily and beg her to let you in quietly before the entrance’s door swung open.
“Good God,” you groaned, “this day just keeps getting better.”
Hotch stood in the doorway, eyebrows furrowed as the took in your outfit change, your dripping hair, and the umbrella, plastic bag, and paper bag at your feet. Honestly, it was a lot to process.
“Should I ask?” He questioned, one eyebrow lifting. It took everything in him to fight off his smile.
“I mean it with complete sincerity when I say: I will kill you if you do,” you threatened.
“Noted,” he chuckled, stepping into the rain and picking up the previously discarded umbrella. He opened it swiftly, holding over his and your head. “Are you okay?”
And his voice was so soft and so damn tender, you almost lost it then. It didn’t help that he was entirely too close to you.
“I went to get you a scone,” your eyes peeled from his and landed on the pastry bag, sure to be containing the soggy remnants of said scone at that point, “It started raining, and it all went downhill from there.”
He followed the trail of your eyes, looking at the sad, saturated brown bag, “Why did you do that, sweetheart?”
Ignoring the feeling the pet name gave you, you met his gaze once again, “You’ve been in a funk today. Thought I’d try to cheer you up.”
He sighed, eyes jumping between yours, “I appreciate it, even if it didn’t survive the trip here.”
“Yeah,” you cracked a smile, “what a short, sad life.”
“Very sad,” he agreed, his own smile widening with yours.
You stared at him for a moment, before realizing your stupor and quickly saying, “I’m sorry I’m late.”
“You’re alright,” he shook his head with his words, denying your need for an apology.
“I figured someone would notice I was gone,” you chuckled, “I left my ID on my first pair of clothes, then had a disagreement with the bag.”
“I definitely saw all of it,” he smirked.
“Dick,” you nudged him, still trying to calm your pulse.
“I know,” only a couple steps closer and you would be pressed against him, “but yes, I noticed you were gone.”
What he didn’t say was how hesitant he had been to retrieve you. It was summer, rain was falling from the sky, and the predictions of some small-town psychic were weighting heavily on his mind. Despite his skeptic nature, the mere thought of standing with you in the rain was enough to bundle his stomach into a nervous knot. There were very little things he couldn’t control about himself, and his ability to restrain his feelings while standing beside you in a soft rain was something he was absolutely sure he couldn’t control.
And you know, sometimes he was so annoyed with how right he was.
Because, as he stood before you- small water droplet stains on his charcoal grey shoulders and little drips falling from the ends of his hair- he could feel every ounce of self control slip from his grasp. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure if he was holding on very tightly to begin with.
It was completely your fault, he had decided. It was your fault because you had walked in the rain, almost got into an altercation with a plastic bag, were still fighting off a whiskey hangover- and yet, you managed to be just as radiant and beautiful as you had always been. It was your fault because you made him feel warm as he stood in a chilled rain. It was your fault because he was standing so close to you and wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold you.
If you weren’t so damn perfect, he wouldn’t be at war with himself.
“Hotch?” You asked, your eyebrows creased together, “You okay?”
He broke from his thoughts, blinking at you. There was a moment before he spoke, words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them.
“Stanley Usher.”
“Stanley Usher?” You repeated.
“What did he say?” He questioned, “About the summer rain?”
“You can’t be serious-“
“Please.”
“Why?” You interrogated, “What does he have to do with- oh.”
You met his eyes with your own, allowing yourself to read him- which was usually off limits. He looked desperate, almost yearning, for an answer. It was almost laughable, the thought of him believing the words of Stanley Usher. You hadn’t forgotten them, but you were far more spiritual than Aaron. He was the one who was supposed to be completely level headed and realistic.
“Aaron, be honest with me,” you began, “are you asking me because you want to justify your feelings?”
Maybe it was too bold, but you needed the answer, and were far too frustrated with the day to dance around the subject.
The way he immediately looked to the ground was answer enough. You sighed, saddened by the fact that he felt ashamed. It was expected, his embarrassment with himself. Anyone who had feelings for a subordinate would act the same.
You sighed before speaking.
“It reminds me of you, the rain,” you said softly. His eyes flickered up to you, looking through his lashes.
“It’s a little cold, but it’s soft and refreshing,” you continued, reaching up and tracing your fingertips on his temple, “I would dance in it all day, if I could.”
He knew what you were saying, and it took his breath away.
Your hand dropped to your side, your head tilting slightly to get a better look at him, “Would you?”
And all at once, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. The umbrella clattered onto the pavement, his large hands holding your face instead, pulling you to him and connecting your lips to his. You let out a surprised squeak, but quickly relaxed into his touch, winding your arms around his neck.
He kissed you desperately, like the rain would wash you away as soon as he let go. You let yourself get lost in him, throwing every reservation and hesitation to the wolves. He seemed to do the same, hands finding your waist and pulling you closer. He wanted no empty space between you. Happily obliging, you tightened your grip around him.
You wanted desperately to learn every detail of him, to feel his breath with yours, to match the beating of his heart. You wanted to know every flaw, every weakness- every portion of him, no matter how small. He had become your everything, and you were content with that first kiss being your last first kiss.
Even as the rain relentlessly fell upon the two of you, no complaints were heard. The raindrops were simply an audience to the resolution of an unspoken love.
You were the first to break away, unable to ignore your empty lungs. Neither of you moved to untangle from each other.
“Aaron,” you breathed, your words brushing against his lips, “we’re gonna have a lot of explaining to do,” your eyes flickered to the cameras lining the federal building before you.
He rolled his eyes, chuckling, “Forgive me if I don’t care.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” you pressed a chaste peck to his lips.
“Mm,” he hummed as you pulled away, “I have been waiting to do that for a while.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to do that for a while.”
Your teasing tone was not lost on him as he bumped your nose with his, “We are both going to get sick from this rain.”
“Worth it,” you sighed, connecting his lips with your own once again.
And he couldn’t agree more. Even when you both caught a nasty cold, even when Strauss confronted you about your ‘romantic endeavors’, even when the team teased the living hell out of both of you- it was all worth it.
You were worth it.
***
Stanley Usher sat in his living room, flipping through channels before landing on the news, the local weather man flashing on the screen.
“-and, as the weekends come, we expect precipitation on the west coast-“
And he felt it, the phantom metal around his middle finger, the overwhelming warmth in his chest. He looked to the ceiling, almost able to hear the soft patter of rain on pavement. His thumb brushed the coolness away from his finger, and he settled into his couch cushions, a smile never leaving his face.
taglist:
@quillvine @winterscaptain @agenthotchner @davidrossi-ismydad @misskirkstark @good-heavens-chris-evans @vintagecaptainspidey
260 notes
·
View notes
Text
my various headcanons about aaron hotchner (these are both x reader [nsfw] and just random lil things)
• he's a switch. he loves to please you and is happy to let you take the reins, but sometimes needs that extra control in the bedroom after a long day of trying to control his children agents
• Aaron Hotchner is a god of aftercare. He's a natural caregiver and loves watching you revel in the pampering he's giving you
• he also loves thighs. just goes wild for them
• in bed, he calls you sir. it doesn't matter who you are, when he's in subspace, he will call you sir. and it's hot as fuck
• (I wrote a oneshot about this and you can find it if you dig deep enough) he made friends with the custodial staff and makes sure that they know they can sleep on the couch in his office any time.
• tea drinker!!!!!!! he loves to sit early in the morning and sip his tea. he drank coffee the two or so years after haley died, but after that brief stint he never went back. his favorites are earl grey and english breakfast
• he loves watching his s/os get ready. not just you, but everyone. (I wrote a separate hc for this one too)
• he loves sweatpants and flannel. he refuses to lounge around the house in anything else. emily finds his stash of flannel pajama pants while investigating his disappearance but never says anything
• he's only jealous when the relationship starts, after a while he couldn't care less who you're interacting with as long as you're being safe
• he says his favorite snack is trailmix but it's actually funions. JJ catches him in his office one night just scarfing them down, and he makes her swear on her own grave not to tell anyone.
• Aaron Hotchner wears reading glasses, and it's adorable. they're little oval lenses and he wears them around his neck when he's doing paperwork. he looks like a cute lil mouse
• he goes to therapy, or at least tries to when he's not traveling. he's been with the same therapist for like 8 years because it takes him forever to trust people. he could barely speak to his poor therapist the first three years, but now it's a bit better :)
• he makes sure to get in the spirit of christmas and easter for Jack, but in reality he despises religion. he hates church with a burning passion.
• sometimes when he gets worked up on a case, he'll accidentally slip into his deep southern accent from childhood and the team has to hold in their laughter
• he knows how to play the guitar and sing. jack is the only one who ever gets to hear it, but sometimes the team can catch him humming to himself in quiet moments
• early bird. will wake up at 5am, will go to sleep at like 8pm.
• the man has a sweet tooth. he buys candy to "hand out to kids on halloween" but in reality he just hoards it for himself
• he hates being photographed. he can present cases, but the moment a camera is involved, it activates his fight or flight
that's all I can think of for now! might add on later but idk lol
62 notes
·
View notes
Text
Requests Masterlist
NCIS -
Gibbs:
Studying You
(Female reader)
“Could you please write an imagine where reader is Gibbs’s best friend from childhood, knew his mom, was there for him when she killed her self but au where there’s no Shannon and kelly and they get married and reader names their daughter Ann after Gibbs’s mom”
My Mark
(Gender-neutral reader)
“If requests are in fact still open, could you pretty please do something about the reader giving Gibbs’ hickeys just to mess with him?”
Please Don’t Leave
(Gibbs x little girl (fatherly relationship), very slight reference to a McGee x fem!reader relationship)
Gibbs discovers a little girl at a crime scene who is deaf, and upon learning more of her backstory, he begins to bond with her. The guardians she was staying with were killed in a break and enter, both her actual parents were killed while deployed.
I Won’t Leave
(Gibbs x little girl (fatherly relationship), McGee x fem!reader relationship, Mother!reader)
This is a continuation of the storyline from the fic Please Don’t Leave, with a time skip.
Forget About Me
McGee x fem!reader/mom!reader, Gibbs x reader (platonic/fatherly relationship)
“I was thinking that McGee and reader find out their expecting a baby, and Anastasia finds out and runs away, because she’s scared that Tim and reader won’t want her anymore, and Anastasia gets lost and is all alone, and Tim is in full panic mode, and Gibbs won’t rest until he finds Anastasia, and Gibbs finds her, but she refuses to go home, and clings to Gibbs”
Rare Jewel
(Female reader)
“Can I please request a Gibbs x plus size reader? Maybe they have to go undercover to a gala or smth together and the reader walks out in this figure hugging dress feeling and looking FLY AS F**K and Gibbs is like hot damn. You get where I’m going?”
I’m Here
(Female reader)
Request using the prompt - “Don’t be scared. I’m right here.”
What Family is For
(Female reader)
“Could you do a Gibbs x Reader were the female reader gets beaten up by a group of boys (broken ribs, bruises, blood…) and just manages to stumble into Gibbs’ house were he will take care of her? A little kind of father-daughter relationsship but workwise. Just him getting very protective, comforting her and patching and cleaning her.”
The Peace Out Here
(Female reader)
“Hey you! I really liked your Tony x Reader one were he comforts her bc she found out she’s pregnant from rape? I was wondering how Gibbs would react to the same?”
McGee:
With a Little Help From the Team
(Female reader)
“Hello! I saw your post from this morning saying you didn’t have any requests for ncis at the moment and I wanted to make a request. If for some reason you don’t want to write it that’s okay but here’s my prompt,(Idk what to call it) The reader and McGee have been dating for years and McGee has to tell the whole team (Tony, McGee, Bishop, Gibbs. That team please!) including her dad (Gibbs, cause why not?) when he wants to propose. You can decide on if they say yes or no but I hope you’ll write it. Sorry if I’m overwhelming you I just wanted to make a request”
NCIS team:
Helping Hands
(Gender-neutral reader) “Could you do a one shot with NCIS where reader has a panic attack and the team comforts the reader and they validate the reader’s emotions? I just really need something like that”
CRIMINAL MINDS -
Aaron Hotchner:
Dream Come True
(Female reader)
“Hi sweetie!! I saw that you’re taking requests for reader inserts? I could I request one of either Hotch or Morgan where they have a dream about having a daughter with the reader. (The reader and him aren’t dating or seeing each other at all) but he really wants this dream to come true. Thank you in advance!”
In Your Corner
(Female reader)
“can you make an aaron x fem reader where reader has an e.d?”
Spencer Reid:
The Way She Walks
(Female reader)
“Can you write something for Spencer (or whoever) where you are Hotch’s assistant. One day you are bringing Hotch coffee and Reid is staring at you and Derek tells Reid not to stare cause it will freak you out. Thank you so much!!!”
The Way She Loves
(Female reader - sequel to The Way She Walks)
“Helloo😌😌 could you do a follow up to “the way she walks”? I loved it😩💗”
PHANTOM OF THE OPERA -
Phantom:
The Raging Fire Within
(Female reader)
“Hi! Could you write a modern au fic with Erik Destler where they’re in a relationship but hes still an awkward muffin and decides hes not having it any longer and tries to flirt with her using (sexual) innuendos but hes still a muffin and she loves it? Thank you so much!!!! (I hope it makes sense)”
An Angel to Me
(Gender-neutral reader)
“Erik’s s/o being an artist who loves to draw him but does it in secret in fear of upsetting him but Erik finds one specific drawing. The drawing is a charcoal drawing of him with angel wings (shirtless or not, either one works) and the drawing is of how his s/o sees him. In the drawing he’s radiating like an angel and he’s beautiful despite his scars and that’s when he realizes how much his s/o loves him and that he is worthy of her love (or something like that) and he starts crying. When his s/o comes back, she find him curled up in a corner crying clutching the drawing to him. When he sees her, he tells her how much he loves her and needs her (even tho she already knows) and they end up going through all her drawings of him together”
When You Are Hurting
(Female reader)
“hi love! ❤️ i was wondering if i could request an erik x reader? just a hurt/comfort with some soft Erik, maybe set in poto?? maybe one where the reader is having a tough day?? please take your time!!! i know you’ve got a busy schedule :)”
A Modern Lady
(Female reader)
“Hello! Can I please request a fic or HCs where erik is in a relationship with the reader but shes really modern and vulgar for someone living in the 19th century and keeps making him blush? But he really loves it?“
Together
(Female reader)
“Can I make a Phantom x reader where the reader is the phantom’s wife or somethin’ and the Phantom wakes up from a bad nightmare but she is there to comfort him”
Dark Until I Met You
(Female reader)
“Hello, I just want to say first of all that I adore your writing! I haven’t been able to find a story with this particular idea, so I thought I’d make a request. It’s completely your choice whether you want to write a fic of headcanons, but what do you think Erik’s relationship with a blind reader would be like?”
Just a Touch
(Female reader)
“Hello! This is my first time requesting, so I’m not quite sure how things work. I was wondering if I could get a Phantom of the Opera x female reader, where he’s touch-starved and they’re just cuddling together. Thank you!”
So Much More
(Female Reader)
Prompt - “You didn’t deserve that…you deserved so much better.”
Promise I Make to You
(Gender neutral reader)
“As I've myself struggled with sh (I am 1 month clean, lemme just flex a lil bit) I've just had this scenario in my head where Erik in a way or another sees the readers sh scars/cuts for the first time and it's just pure fluff with a hint of angst. Also this is my first request ever, I've just fallen in love with the way you portray our not so local (unless u live in france) sewer man. Um ye <3 I shall go to sleep now”
Dancing in the Rain
(Gender neutral reader)
“Can u do poto Erik x reader with a reader who loves walking in the rain, even tho they get absolutely soaked Bc they don’t use an umbrella… so their hair is just absolutely drenched but reader doesn’t give a damn”
One Love, One Lifetime
(Gender neutral reader)
“Could I get a phantom of the opera x reader where the reader is the soulmate of his. The reader has a line of one of his songs. Maybe music of the night? The 2004 version of phantom of the opera. Do you do smut? If not that's fine. It can be fluff too.”
Meg Giry x Phantom:
Leading Woman
(Meg Giry x Phantom)
Meg being willing to do whatever the Phantom suggests, even though his attention is on Christine. Finally, Meg has had enough and decided to meet the Phantom on his turf. Although he is upset at the disrespect and blatant neglect of his privacy, he is impressed by her lack of fear towards him and her gumption. Meg makes a case for herself, and the Phantom finally sees Meg for who she is, a leading woman.
Christine Daae:
You Can
(Female reader implied but could be read as gender neutral) Prompt - “I know you can.”
SUPERNATURAL -
Winchester Brothers:
It’s in the Eyes
(Winchester brothers x gn!reader)
“… At the moment I’m sort of dating a guy who was broken up with fairly recently and he’s not sure of his feelings (I think he’s really just scared to open up again). Anyway I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind could you write a happy ending/fluff for us with one of the criminal minds/spn guys?”
Dean Winchester:
Something Good
(Gender neutral reader)
“Something Good” from the musical The Sound of Music as inspiration for the fic
Care for You
(Female reader)
“Hello !!! Can I have Dean Winchester x reader? Reader has been so caught up in her work that they forget to eat. They get extremely lightheaded and stumble a little. Dean steadies them and he is worried when he finds out they forgot to eat. While he is making food they faint and land (luckily) on the couch. When he’s done, he comes back,at first he thinks that they’re just laying down but he kinda freaks out when he realizes that reader is unconscious. ( I forget to eat sometimes) THANK YOU🥺💚”
#request#requests#criminal minds#ncis#imagine#one shot#aaron#aaron hotchner#hotchner#hotch#spencer reid#reid#gibbs#reader insert#masterlist#fandom#fanfiction#x reader#x you#meg giry x phantom#phantom of the opera#supernatural#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural imagine#spn#spn fanfiction#spn reader insert
140 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
calhe08
CALE.
sapereaudeart
Sapere Aude Art
rjbassfishing
R & J Bass Fishing
stralci
cronorifugio
happysherry
Sherry