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thinkin abt gunplay w rafe except reader points it at him first tryna act all big and bad and he lets her have her fun before turning it on her and fucking her w the gun pressed to her body 😋😋😋

the weight of the gun sits heavy in your palm, fingers delicately sliding over the cool metal of it — keeping your finger off the trigger like rafe had warned you to.

you had felt it tucked into his waistband, and you were curious. now here you were, holding the weapon in your hand — feeling as though it looked much larger in yours than it ever did rafe’s.

he was sat on the bed, smirking to himself, legs spread wide and arms crossed over his broad chest. “c’mon, baby. ‘said you wanted to play?” he mocked, gesturing with a head nod for you to do something — so you did.

you raised the gun, the cold barrel pressed against his throat as you grinned. the adrenaline rush of feeling in control, like you had the power, like you could finally make him squirm had you dizzy.

“i could kill you,” you shrugged, finger still far from the trigger and safety on. but you liked the kick it gave you. “an’ you couldn’t stop me.”

“oh yeah? that so?” he immediately retorted, brow raised. other than the cocky brow raise of ‘you won’t do shit’, he had an almost bored expression. like his girl pointing a loaded gun to his throat was a normal occurrence.

“mhm. very much so,” you ran the gun from his throat, up the side of his face, and to his temple. “‘could blow your handsome brains out.”

his lips tugged into a smirk.

before you could even process, the gun was taken from your hand, now pressed against your temple as rafe pushed you onto the bed, a sharp gasp leaving your lips.

“yeah?” he tilted his head, voice low.

if your heart hammering in your ear was any louder, you would’ve missed the faint click of the safety.

nervously gliding your eyes over, you see rafe’s finger on the trigger.

“r–rafe—” you whispered shakily, blinking your wide eyes up at him as the barrel of the gun dug into the skin of your temple. he smirked wide.

feral.

“whas’up, doll? not so big and bad anymore?” he mocked, tilting his head at you as he dragged the gun down your sternum, the cold metal making your nipples pebble and a rush of warm pool in your abdomen.

you swallowed, eyes fluttering up at him. you tried to speak, but your words came out as a strained squeak. his gun continued its travel down your body, the sight hooking in the belt loop of your jeans.

rafe tugged.

“take these off.” he ordered, and your hands moved faster than you could think, undoing the button, zip and pushing them down your plush thighs in a matter of seconds.

he hummed, eyes moving down to your damp panties before the gun followed, pressing the barrel against your throbbing clit.

you let out a gaspy whine.

the risk, the thrill, the danger and, overall, the trust, of this situation making a new wave of arousal dampen your panties, seeping through and making the tip of the gun glisten. he scoffed a mocking laugh.

“into this shit, huh? into your precious boyfriend pointing a gun at your pretty lil’ cunt, knowing he could kill you? and you’re too scared t’stop him?” he asked, eyes dark as he slowly swirled the gun in a circle over your clit, the pressure and coolness of it making your head spin.

a needy moan bubbled up and out of your throat.

“rafe, please.”

“lay on your back. take off your shirt n’ panties.” he demanded, almost glaring at you with a dark, hungry look in his eyes as he undid his belt and slacks, pushing them down his meaty thighs before crawling over to you on the bed.

you had did as he asked, now bare and on your back for him. you knew the routine. you spread your legs for him, giving him the glorious pleasure of seeing your drooling cunt, needy hole fluttering and clit twitching.

he pointed the gun directly at your face as he reached into his boxers, pulling out his heavy dick and stroking himself to the sight of you. panting, needy, lip trembling and eyes wide like a doe in headlights.

“you gonna cry?” he mocked, moving between your legs as he jerked himself slowly. when you shook your head, he tutted. “too bad.”

he brought the gun down to your stomach, pressing it there as he guided the angry red tip of his dick to your crying hole, nudging his way in. no matter how many times he fucked you — which was a lot — you never got used to the initial stretch. you whined, eyes fluttering shut as he sunk all the way into your cunt, burying himself to the hilt.

“uh uh,” he shook his head, gun moving to press the barrel against your throat. “eyes on me. look away and i blow your fuckin’ brains out.”

your eyes snapped open. and despite the fact you both knew that was an empty threat, you couldn’t help the frightened whine spilling from your lips.

he watched you, waiting for the ‘rafe, stop’ or the cry of the safe word, but instead?

your legs wrapped around his hips, a whimpered moan leaving your lips.

“move.” you begged.

he grinned.

oh, he grinned wide.

like a wild animal ready to maul and draw blood.

with one hand beside your head, the other holding the gun to your sternum, he rocked his hips in slow, deep thrusts that had moans clawing their way out your pouted lips each time.

“my pretty baby,” he cooed, gun caressing your pebbled nipples as if it was his own hands.

“faster — fuck, mmngh! faster!” you cried, ankles locking behind his back so he couldn’t pull away, the pleasure dizzying you.

you could feel your orgasm bubbling already. he obeyed, picking up the speed of his thrusts, repeatedly hitting the spongey spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back and knocking a loud, wanton moan out of you that bounced off the walls.

he leaned his head down, nose nudging your jaw before his lips brushed your ear.

“i could kill you,” he growled, repeating your words to you as the gun pressed against your temple.

“blow those pretty lil’ brains out. hm? you want that?” he asked, and you shook your head quickly.

“no! wan’a cum! g’na cum.” you cried, manicured nails clawing down his back as your slick pussy allowed him to slip in and out with ease.

“yeah? gonna cum f’me?” he asked, watching you eagerly nod with sniffles and whined, eyes rolled back.

“fuckin’ cum.” he growled and —

BANG!

he fired the gun.

your ears rung as you screamed, body shaking as white hot pleasure washed over your body. you couldn’t see — vision hazy and hearing muffled as your body writhed, your orgasm hitting you harder than any other.

moans and whines spilled from you as the feeling that had lasted a minute — at least — finally settled, blinking your blurry eyes to stare up at rafe, all wide and scared.

he was grinning at you with dark eyes, gun still pointed to the headboard above you where there was now a hole, bullet cut straight through it and into the wall behind.

“that could’ve been your pretty face.”

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ — @sarahsangelicdoll @lanasangelsz

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Why the fuck do you have a racist, misogynistic, antisemitic predatory Kanye West even pictured on your blog?

Let’s clear this up. I used that picture purely for the aesthetic, which is clearly visible. Nowhere in my fanfic do I mention Kanye or reference his behavior. It’s just an image for my blog’s layout. Do I support him? No. But let’s be real—plenty of your favorite bloggers use images of people who are just as problematic, purely for visual purposes. It’s about the appearance, not endorsement. So if you don’t like it, don’t look. Simple as that.

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for your blurb event, could you do one with dilf hotch where he wants to take the reader with him to jack's birthday party but when they get there hailey makes a scene about reader being there, maybe even about how young the reader is and she doesn't want reader to leave?

BIAS | A.H.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: probably not the most cannon portrayal of haley, age gap, lovesick aaron

You were sitting rather uncomfortably on the little wooden bench in front of Haley's place, Aaron had very pleadingly asked you to wait here while he and his ex-wife went to have a discussion in the kitchen, a discussion which wasn't at all as private as you were sure it should be, the whole of the party probably overhearing the pair shouting at each other- it was rather fitting, they had witnessed the spark of the fight, it was only fitting they were exposed the to rest of it. You wanted to interrupt them, wanted to tell them that it wasn't as big a problem as it turned into, you could easily leave, celebrate Jack's birthday when he was at Aaron's, and it would've been simple if that was the only problem.

However, the second Haley decided to take a shot at you and your relationship with Aaron, you knew that simple flew right out of the open door past you. It was hardly the first time your relationship had been brought into question, your age had been a regular point of conversation in the office on many occasions but never like that, never had someone taken it upon themselves to insult you in front of a living room full of people merely for being there in the first place. Though you expected as much, you were adamant about staying home from the very beginning because how could her reaction be anything other than negative- a stranger, half her age showing up at her home while clutching her ex-husband's arm, wanting to see her son- it was hardly a scene anyone would look forward to, but you didn't quite expect things to escalate that quickly.

You were lost in thought, not realizing the shouting had stopped until you looked up to find Aaron closing the front door, a deadly look in his eyes as he stared the wooden frame down, one hand adjusting his tie, the other clutching his car keys as he shook his head to himself.

"I'm sorry that took so long," he began and the instant shift in his eyes as he looked at you was enough to give anyone whiplash, his features relaxing slightly as he drew his gaze over your figure. You had Jack's gift resting on your lap, a book you'd seen at the little vintage bookstore you always stopped by on Saterdays, it was almost brand new, a story about an elephant solving crimes in the zoo, incredibly fitting to be read to him by his dad- you'd gone through great trouble to find wrapping paper with little zoo animals too just to make it extra special, which only upset him more to be fair.

"It's okay," you insisted, lifting your hand to show him the cake pop you'd been clutching onto since he left you. "One of the little monsters snuck me a treat," you explained and the smile on your lips was intoxicating, daring to completely calm him down as he nodded. "Those for me?" you breathed carefully, slowly, knowing that you weren't the person he was upset with, but he was upset all the same and even the second he took to calm himself down wouldn't change that. You pointed at the keys with a soft smile, hoping that the overall conclusion of their fight would be to send you home. He frowned, confused, clearly not on the same page as you. "I can take the car home and then I'll just pick you up when you're done," you clarified and felt awful silly when he shook his head at you, extremely unimpressed by your suggestion.

"What are you talking about?" he was walking towards you, reaching over to cup your cheek when he stopped in front of you, brows furrowed as your big eyes looked up at him, so soft, so sweet, it was utterly offensive that anyone could say a single negative thing about you, let alone in the way they did. "If we're going anywhere, we're going together," you were the one to frown, gently placing the cake-pop down next to you before your fingers sifted through his, still staying in place on your face as you shook your head right back at him.

"Aaron," you sighed and he was daring you to fight him on his very simple, very end-of-conversation solution, but you were never really all that good at doing what he said. "No way am I letting you miss your kid's birthday because of me."

"It's not because of you," he clarified and you weren't surprised when he nodded for you to move the gift to the bench beside you, not wasting a second before guiding you up to stand in front of him. "She's the one who decided to act like that, call you that," he scoffed, looking over your shoulder, the open curtain allowing him a full view of Jack playing pin the tail on the giraffe with his friends, the parents laughing along as the kids struggled.

The insult hit him harder than it hit you, you didn't care for it, obviously, but you loved Aaron and that meant that you had to get used to braving through whatever people threw at you- the prolonged stares from strangers in shopping malls, the whispers from other parents when you had to drop in to pick up Jack from school- you were used to it.

"Hey," you brought his attention back to you with delicate hands sliding over his chest, brown eyes falling to yours, not truly with you, far too stuck in his head, as always. "Now, you know I'm not her biggest fan, I'm very biased for that, but I do understand where she's coming from," you insisted and his brows furrowed, silently telling you to explain. "Jack is amazing, he's this pure little bundle of love and as much as you get to decide who gets to be in his life, so does she. She might've handled it wrong but I understand why she'd want this day with him, no me, but that doesn't mean no you," he knew you were right, knew that this wasn't a reaction of malice as much as uncertainty. "So, you're going to go in there and give that little munchkin his gift and make sure he has the best birthday ever," you paired your words with an encouraging smile, stealing his car keys from him.

"And what about you, I don't want to leave you all alone."

"Well, I'm going to go to your place, slip into your most comfortable shirt, rewatch pride and prejudice for the thousandth time, and order loads of takeout food with your card," he breathed a soft laugh, the rare kind he only saved for you, a sound so lovely it made you conspire about ways to get to hear it again.

"Don't forget dessert," he was melting, that tough exterior looking rather soft from your perspective, large hands circling your waist, squeezing lightly as he pulled you against him, never quite satisfied with the space between you. "I love you," he sighed, ever amused by the greedy way your hands moved against him, stilling on his neck as you stole a quick kiss, barely a peck from his lips. "I'm going to make this up to you," it was a silly promise, unnecessary in its nature since it was hardly his fault, as much as you wanted to be there for him and for Jack, you hope there'd be more birthdays you'd be present for in the future, more parties to attend, maybe even hold, one day couldn't wipe out the wish you had for a future with the both of them.

"You don't have to," you dismissed him, shrugging lightly, though you didn't fight the kiss he insisted on giving you, wiping away your smile, then another and another, making you giggle against his lips before he pulled back. "Though, I wouldn't say no to continuing this when you get home."

"I'll slip away early."

"Don't you dare! Want you to stay until bedtime, maybe read a few pages of his new book. Promise me that you'll do the voices too? You know he loves the voices."

"I'll do the voices," his answer wasn't good enough, the pout that danced on your mouth and the way your big eyes dared him to disobey your adorable demands. "Honey, I'll do the voices, promise."

"Good, and give him an extra forehead kiss from me, will you?" you were pulling away, and he very hesitantly let you, not before one more kiss, of course, hands brushing your waist as he released you. "Love you, " you smiled, blowing him a kiss, it was sickening, the pair of you, acting like two teenagers as you walked to his car, pausing to smile at him, watch him as he opened the door and you were lucky you did because when his little mini-me popped his head out to wave at you too, your heart all but ran away from you.

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Grocery Store - Frozen Foods

Summary: You run into Hotch after your first few days at the BAU.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Eep! I'm planning for this to be a series of oneshots in the same universe of little domestic moments.

Warnings: put the self in self-insert, brief mention of disordered eating (blink and you'll miss it), hotch mention's haley's pregnancy (blink and you'll miss it), a lot being said without being said ig, hotch having massive hands because i said so

The grocery aisles, on a late Saturday night, are predictably empty, still the open space that had been brimming with people only hours before unnerves you. Though you know it’s not true by the sparse cars in the parking lot, it feels as though you were the only one here and that’s not what you wanted when you'd packed up for the short trip over. 

The silence hangs heavy in the air, as if the place is holding its breath, waiting to kick you out of it into the dark of the night so it can get some rest in preparation for the Sunday morning crowds. 

Your basket hangs in the crook of your elbow and you find yourself wandering between aisles slightly aimless, eyes not really seeing as you look around. The anonymity of the place would usually settle you, calm your racing nerves but right now, mixed with a weekend off from work, with a long stretch of a few days left to fill, it makes the air around you feel like vegetable shortening. 

You find yourself in the frozen goods aisles, hoping the chill and rush of the cold can help to ground you when a familiar voice calls out your last name. You turn in its direction. 

“Oh!” Even when you’re off from work, work seems to find you. “Agent Hotchner, sir, hi.” 

“Evening,” he smiles at you politely. Though he’s out of his high collars and suits, his voice betrays none of the vulnerability you feel is dripping from yours at having been caught outside of work. “Rather late for groceries, isn’t it?” 

You look down at your basket, “Just some essentials, sir.” You catch him looking over to the shelves of ice cream to your left, and you let out a nervous laugh, afraid to be caught in a lie you never told, “And an indulgence or two.”

He nods, eyes flitting over to meet yours. “Good.” 

Something about this, seeing Aaron in jeans and worn-down shirt, out of the office and where a passerby would mistake you for two acquaintances, makes you feel childish. The similarity between right now and the times you’d run into your elementary teachers outside of school is hard to miss. It’s the same jarring feeling, like the Earth had wobbled on its axis for a moment, thrust you into a pocket of air where rules didn’t seem to apply anymore. 

Even when you were little, you were a stickler for them. Wanted, needed, to keep everything in its right place. Your mother always told you stories of your seemingly disproportionate anger, screaming and crying tantrums over the slightest things left out of place. 

“And what’s your poison of-” he cuts himself off, tilting his head to read the label on the tub. “Non-Fat, All-Organic, frozen Greek yogurt…” his words trail off, a stitch forming between his eyebrows. 

You smile at him sheepishly. 

Despite the carefree ease that accompanied most of your childhood, you’re not sure if you’d like to go back to it. You’d rather the burden of responsibility, the burden of control, rather than the unbridled rage you feel was coursing through you at almost any given point in time when you were younger. 

“Intriguing.” 

You laugh before you get a chance to reel it in, and heat rushes to your face seconds later. The waters were still murky, around the team, but Aaron especially. Despite everyone’s best efforts to make it seem otherwise, there was still a line drawn between you and them. And they held safety in numbers, an elusive entity that spoke a language of its own. 

Aaron, as your Unit Chief, only added another layer of complexity to the dynamic. His reputation was famous, infamous in other circles, and it only made you approach each and every encounter with him with hesitancy, scared to get too close and not close enough, balancing on a knife’s edge. 

“Forgive me if I’m prying, Agent,” his voice draws you away from your thoughts. “But-but…why the-why-” 

You shrug, gnawing at the inside of your lip. There’s a burning hole in the pit of your stomach, and an exhaustion washes over you suddenly. “It’s…uh,” you laugh again to buy yourself some time. “I like the taste.” 

Aaron pauses a moment too long, and you watch him as he looks you over, at the things in your basket, the circles under your eyes. “I find that hard to believe.” 

It scares you how easily he managed to read you. The spinach and unsweetened plant milk in your basket, the clear indications of what your teenage self would call ‘trying to be good’. 

The condensation starts to form on the tub in your arm, sticking to the sensitive skin of your inner arm. 

“And-uh,” you clear your throat, look around anxiously eager to flick the spotlight away. “What’s got you making the midnight journey?” 

The intentional look he was holding on you disappears in favour of a more general politeness, “Same as you.” He turns to the freezers, opening the door and taking two pints of Ben & Jerry’s, holding them in each hand to show you. “Indulgence.” 

“Chocolate Therapy?” The label on each pint is the same. 

“You’re surprised.” 

You stammer for your footing, the sudden boldness a shock to yourself, “I-uh, sorry, sir, it just-” 

The sound of his laugh cuts you short, muted and barely perceptible to anyone else had they been walking down the aisle, but at this time of night, it’s only you and him and the fuzzy sound of a Top 40s station filtering out over the speakers. 

“What is it, Agent?” He smiles now, properly. The effect is jarring, feels like something you shouldn’t be seeing. “I don’t strike you as a chocolate man?” 

It’s hard to find an answer to that. The day had been long, drawn out, you’d barely processed the weight of it, the weight of the week that preceded it, before running into Aaron and striking up this strange vertigo of an encounter. 

You wish fervently for the ease the rest of the team has around each other, to be able to summon up a witty, smart answer in a matter of milliseconds and the confidence to say it as well. More often than not you’re left bumbling, hands grasping pathetically at little soap bars of words that all seem inadequate. 

“Take a guess.” 

“Sorry, sir?” 

He gestures to the containers to your left, “Take a guess, Agent.” 

You want to rebuttal, apologize profusely maybe, and go back home and pretend none of this had ever happened. Instead, you look over to the freezer, raking your eyes over each label, hoping you can gather your thoughts in a somewhat coherent manner, to come out of this nightmare of a place relatively unscathed. You gaze back over to him and see him watching you intently. There’s a small pint to your right and you make a snap decision before you think too much of it and risk looking daft, “An Éclair Affair.” 

“Really?” His face is still unreadable. Nodding, you fight the urge to stutter and change your answer, this dreadful conversation already taking a turn towards treacherous waters. “Hm.” 

The fridges beside you switch on with a soft hum, their frequency slightly higher than that of the buzzing fluorescents. Your mouth fills with blood, the inside of your cheek chewed raw by the time he speaks up again, “Good.” 

“Good?” you can’t help but repeat, wincing at how dull and parrot-like it makes you look. 

He nods, the edges of his mouth curling up and his eyes twinkling in the harsh light. He looks down at the two pints he’s holding stacked on top of each other in one hand, “They’re for Haley. She’s been having cravings recently and…” he gestures vaguely with the hand holding the containers. “She’s very specific.” 

You wonder if he knows that his shoulders curl just slightly when he talks about her, that the hard flint of his face smooths over, bricks falling away. You wonder if they’re things he’s schooled himself out of doing and is just letting slip here, or if they’re truly forces of habit. 

“She’s got good taste, sir.” 

The rush of your victory is still coursing through you, a flicker of hope at the end of the tunnel, a promise that it can and will get better. 

You see Aaron struggle for a moment, opening his mouth once, twice, before saying, rather bluntly, “You should get what you want.” 

“I-what?” 

With his chin, he gestures to the container in your arm, “Indulge. Properly, I mean.” 

You fumble for an answer, something right. So much of your new life, your new job, has made you feel you’d never do anything properly ever again. “Is that an order, sir?” 

He lets out a soft exhale through his nose, shaking his head as he looks down. To your delight, the corners of his mouth twitch up. Looking up again, he says in a serious tone, “Get the full fat stuff, Agent.” 

When you laugh this time, it isn’t followed by twinges of guilt, of fear. It bursts out easily from your throat, and the sheer nothingness that you feel is heady. You see yourself mirrored in Aaron, in the slow, rumbling chuckle he lets out. Despite his composure, you see the tips of his ears turn red, your feelings about this whole thing this evening mirrored in him. 

It was strange to see him up close like this, with the weight of his authority lifted off his shoulders. It’s like watching a marble statue spring to life in front of you, pockmarks rippling up on top of previously smooth surfaces. 

Aaron keeps looking at you, expectant. The tub grows heavier in your arms, and you shift it higher up. You wonder if you’re just imagining the weight of the decision laying in front of you, the push and pull between should and could. 

It has been a long time since your teenage years, since fainting in the shower and brushing out clumps of your hair, but you think that that girl will always be with you, for better and worse. It’s a wonder to you that nobody saw it coming, your insatiable thirst for control spiraling greater and greater until college where it followed your every thought, manipulated your every move. 

“Agent?” 

You know Aaron well enough at least, to know that he wouldn’t be offended if you didn’t change your choice. He was private, not cruel. 

Your eye catches another flavour, and before you let yourself think too much of it, to think yourself out of it, you open the fridge door and switch. The rush of cool air is gratifying, the wash of a good night’s sleep after a long day. 

Breathing out softly, you look back to see him shift the containers in his grip, “I’ll see you Monday, Agent.” He nods at you, polite and professional as always. 

When he rounds the corner at the end of the aisle, the ice cream catches your eye, a stark contrast to the other things in your basket. The low timbre of Aaron’s laugh rings out in your ears again, the anvil crushing your chest lifted. 

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(Ignore this if it got sent twice! Clearly I’m excited!) but congratulations on 2k!!! I am SO happy and excited for you. You deserve it and so much more lovely! I’d love to request Hotch x Reader + Couldn’t Make it Any Harder by Sabrina Carpenter! Love all of your writing so much, but have not been able to stop thinking about your last angst piece!!

summary. Hotch really wished he could have loved you. He really tried to. But maybe love isn't made for him anymore.

words count. 2 392

song. couldn't make it any harder by Sabrina Carpenter

a/n.  I can never thank you enough for your amazing support anytime I post something (and even when I don't ahah), I really hope you love this story (and I am sorry for the tears) 🩷

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“I’m sorry.” 

Those were the last words you heard from Hotch after he broke your heart.

“I’m sorry.”

It all started when, on a random Wednesday evening, after dinner, Jack asked his dad if he could take guitar lessons.

“Guitar is cool, Dad!” He argued, his spoon still with yogurt in it moving in the air in a dangerous way. 

Something that made Hotch laugh. “Ok, put down your weapon; I will consider your offer,” he replied, tousling his son’s hair. 

What kind of dad would he have been if he didn’t let his son be cool?

And in a maybe overprotective way, but a very defendable one if he was questioned about it, Hotch went to Penelope to get some help about the situation. He asked her to find the guitar professor. One that didn’t have any criminal records, of course, that had good reviews and seemed reliable enough to entrust Jack to.

Hotch realized his mistake, or that maybe he should have given Penelope more indications in his research during the first lesson.

When he opened his door and met you. 

You, all so smiley, radiating happiness.

You, who couldn’t be older than thirty.

You, so pretty that his heart missed a beat at your sight.

When you offered your hand, a thin and small hand that disappeared between his big fingers when he shook it, Hotch knew that you didn’t only come with a guitar and a will to do well. You also accidentally brought a new kind of problem for him.

“You must be Jack,” you said, seeing the shy boss in the middle of the living room. “We’re going to do great things together, buddy.” 

Hotch wouldn’t say his son was really the shy type. Growing up, Jack opened himself more and more to others—ironically, the more Jack was doing that, the more Hotch seemed to withdraw into himself. Yet, he knew his son had a hard time being confident around new people, something he inherited from him.

But with you, Jack didn’t hesitate a single second. You were the definition of trust. At least, on that part, Penelope did a great job. 

Even if, deep down, Hotch could feel she had something else in mind when she chose you.

And it worked. The very first night after you came, he couldn’t keep you out of his head. He was lying in bed, trying to find some sleep. But whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was your beautiful and experienced fingers. Imagining how they would feel running down his chest. How they would so slightly bring down his underwear. How your subtle touch could probably bring him to the edge in seconds.

He had to fight against the desire to slide his hand underneath the sheet. 

Hotch won that battle that night, but the war was only beginning.

The organization for Jack’s classes was simple. It took place after school, at Hotch’s place on Wednesday and yours on Friday. 

And Hotch couldn't decide which one was harder to deal with.

Seeing you so naturally fitting in his home, drinking in the very same cup that Jack decided was yours and that Hotch couldn’t separate from the sigh of your lips on it.

Or getting to see your place, how much it looked like you, and how he felt like an intruder whenever you offered him a drink when he came to pick up his son.

“How is he doing?” he asked one day after the class. He had finally accepted to get the drink you offered, mostly because Jack begged his dad to stay a little longer. Turns out, in your building, you were also giving class to a girl from his school that the boy had a very small crush on. And so the two ended up playing in the courtyard.

Hotch watched as you moved your hand closer to his, the one resting on the counter. He couldn’t keep his eyes away from your fingers, which so slowly landed on his. He held his breath as your forefinger brushed his skin softly. 

“He’s doing amazing,” you finally answered. You knew exactly what you were doing. And when you saw the way his throat moved at your touch, you knew you weren’t the only one feeling the attraction. “Just like his dad does.”

He slightly turned to you, just very subtly, fearing his movement might break the whole moment. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

But your smile was a temptation. “You won’t know if you don’t try,” you replied, closing the gap between you and sliding your body against his legs. You could feel his heartbeat go faster. And you waited, making sure you weren’t forcing him to do anything. 

When his free hand moved to your back, you got the confirmation it wasn’t all in your head. 

Your first kiss stayed in Hotch’s head for days. The taste of your lips, so sweet and smooth against his. The heat of your body against him could be felt through your clothes. The smile and mostly the way your tongue ran through your lips after it. The images kept coming back.

He felt trapped in his desire like a sailor falling in the sirens trap.

Having no idea that actually, you were the only victim in the story.

Because the desire Hotch felt for you was scaring him. He couldn’t remember if he ever felt like that in the past, with Haley. And that was the problem.

He kept feeling bad at the idea of erasing the memory of his ex-wife with you. 

Every single time you and he shared an intimate moment, a part of him was screaming at his behavior. And he kept punishing himself and you, incidentally, for letting you take that much space in his life.

The first time you both noticed a change in his comportment was during one of Jack’s lessons at your place.

On Wednesday, after you finished your lesson, Jack ran to his bedroom to do his homework. And once the coast was clear, Hotch kissed you. You weren’t seeing each other much; it was hard to find the time and the excuse to spend time together. So these furtive kisses were the best you could do, most of the time. 

But when you saw him again, two days later, you faced a pure stranger. Hotch was cold, barely talking to you and even ignoring you at some point. Like nothing happened. The pain you felt in your heart was nothing you’ve ever experienced. 

If he apologized later that night, blaming it on a bad day, you both knew it wasn’t true. You’ve seen Hotch on a bad day before, and he was never the one to act like that. But you put it aside. The first time and all the following ones, it happened.

One day, he broke the cup you were using at his place. Jack had left for a sleepover after your lesson, and Hotch offered you to stay. The next morning, after you left, all he could see was that cup in the sink. And his thoughts spoke louder than his common sense. The next thing he knew, he had to clean up the pieces and the cut he got on his palm.

At some point, he didn’t realize he had stopped replying to your text until you called him to make sure he was alright—adding to the fact he wasn’t in town, making you more stressed about the idea of being hurt. But that was something that ended up happening more and more often.

He started to push you away more and more. And most of the time, he didn’t even mean to. Hotch really thought that each step would bring him closer to some happiness, that he would be free from all the chains he was trapping himself into. The more it went, the more the pain grew and the more the walls of the prison he built himself were narrowing around him.

To the point you couldn’t handle the situation anymore. 

“What are you doing here?”

Saying Hotch was surprised to see you at his door on a random Sunday afternoon was an understatement. Jack wasn’t home; you didn’t plan anything. And mostly, you looked far from being happy to be there.

It didn’t take years in the FBI as a profiler to know that the way you crossed your arms against your chest was a way to protect yourself from what was coming. Or maybe, and that was the profiler talking this time, you were protecting yourself from him. Which wasn’t reassuring either.

“We need to talk,” you replied in a broken voice. 

Hotch flinched at that sound. He reached for you, his hand coming close to your shoulder, but you dodged his touch. Instead, you simply walked inside. 

He followed you. With little steps, sure, to not oppress you. He would say he needed to know what was going on.

The truth was, he already knew.

“Talk to me, then,” he said, reaching for you and succeeding at holding it this time. The feeling of his thumb brushing yours used to be so delightful before. Today, it was burning your skin. But you kept it. Because at this point, you felt like all that Aaron Hotchner had to give to you was pain and bruises inside.

You stayed silent, trying to get anything from his eyes. You wished there was confusion; you wished there was something that would make you want to fight. But there was nothing. Except for some acceptance. “Why do you keep doing this?” Your voice was low. That was only the way you found to keep it from breaking again.

Hotch opened his mouth and took a step closer to you. But you stopped him and took a step back. Some kind of heartbreaking dance.

“You keep pushing me away, Aaron,” you snapped. “Don’t you think I see what you do? Every time we get closer, you push me harder. And harder. And I’m tired of this.”

You expected him to fight, to reply, to say anything that would prove to you that he cared. But he stayed silent.

Hotch just stood there, in the middle of the room, looking at you helplessly. While you were walking around, trying to find the composure to clearly speak what’s in your heart. And so he watched you, incapable of moving himself.

The truth was, he truly wished he could. He wanted to run to you, to put his arms around you, and to hold you close to him. He wanted to take away all the pain, all the sorrow that surrounded you. He wanted to make you feel loved and appreciated. 

But he simply couldn’t. His feet were glued to the floor; his legs felt too heavy to move. Yet, he was still feeling your pain. The sad part was that he wasn’t taking it away from you; it was simply multiplying.

He couldn’t do anything when you stopped and turned around. Nothing when he watched your expression change, an anger growing on your soft features. And nothing when he saw you walking to him, again, faster. 

“Don’t you understand, Aaron?” You cried this time, hitting his chest. You hated how quickly he grabbed your hand and how good it felt when he ease your fist. He wasn’t supposed to make you feel good. Not now, not anymore. “I’m tired.” 

Seeing you like that was hurting him on so many levels. But he kept looking. He looked at every tear that fell from your eyes and ran down your cheeks without stopping them. He looked at the stains they left on your skin. He looked at your red eyes and how they seemed to get sadder every minute. He looked at your trembling lips.

Hotch needed to see all of these details. Remember he was the one who hurt you. 

“I’m tired of waiting for you, of waiting for your love,” you continued. He tried to ignore the way it hurt like you were grabbing his heart in your hands and just squeezing it until it broke. 

He knew you were right. Hotch had to face the truth. He was incapable of loving like he used to. This would never feel right again. 

His vision started to blur, and he didn’t if it were real tears and just because he forgot to blink. Probably a little of both, at this point. 

“And you,” you snapped again. “Every time I try to give you my heart, you just wrench it, Aaron. Every. Single. Time.” Not even his hand could prevent you from accentuating every word with another hit on his chest.

When he heard you sobbing, his natural and protective instinct took the lead. And soon you felt Hotch’s hand on the back of your head, bringing you against his chest. You didn’t have the strength to resist this moment; you needed this comfort for a second or two. 

To get the impression that you could be truly loved by Hotch, at least once.

You didn’t get to see the single tear that ran down his cheek when he put his chin on your head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, closing his eyes and trying to appreciate this last contact. The last time he would see you. 

When Jack got home that day, Hotch was still sitting on the sofa. He never found the strength to move; he couldn’t care about his look. He knew he looked miserable with his red eyes, his shirt slightly opened -through which he could see there were still some red marks from your punches earlier.

Jack didn’t question anything. Because the boy knew. He could feel what happened here when you were around. He noticed his dad and his professor getting closer and then being distant again. Adults weren’t so smooth with their problems.

And so he simply sat next to Hotch and put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok, dad.” 

Hotch gave him a confused look and met a reassuring smile that he didn’t know he needed.

“I mean, she was cool, but the guitar isn’t that cool, and I wasn't even great at it. So it’s ok.” 

And for Jack, Hotch accepted to pretend it was ok. 

Even if he knew it would never be.

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a/n: and good for her!

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would you write something where Spencer finds reader's lost cat and brings it back to her then they keep in touch + they both develop a little crush on each other?

your writing is wonderful!! <3

-🪲

tags: fluff fluff fluff but there's making out (?) idk if that counts as anything; also lots of cursing lowkey; reader is lowk penelope garcia coded

w/c: 1.8k

a/n: tysm for the req that's an adorable idea unfortunately not such great execution from my part also I wrote this in like an hour I'm so exhausted I should go to sleep but whatever I also don't know if this what you meant anon I'm sorry if it's not 😭 yeah I hate this sorry idk what to say it sucks

MISSING CAT

orange, green eyed, really chubby cat, last seen at ~3:30pm on november 9th. he will answer to garfield or little fucker; most likely the latter, despite that not being his name. he's very clingy, he’ll probably come up to you and start rubbing on your leg like the little freak he is but he's actually just a baby who needs his mom (me) so please call this number if you find him.

reward: $10 and a kiss maybe if you’re nice enough

spencer chuckled when he reached the end of the text and saw the adorable picture of a ginger fat cat. he read over the number on the poster, making sure to keep it stored in a folder at the back of his head along with the image of garfield as he returned to his walk.

not even an hour later, when walking past a not-so-nice smelling trash can, he heard some loud purring coming from one of the boxes surrounding it.

if it were any other day, he would have ignored it, guessing it's just another stray cat, but he was still thinking about garfield and his seemingly interesting owner.

“garfield…?” spencer called out from afar. silence. he took a few steps closer, trying to peek over the box while keeping his distance so as to avoid getting jumped at and attacked. “little… fucker…?” he choked over the nickname.

immediately, the animal that had been in his mind since seeing his picture jumped out of the box, purring louder as he started rubbing on spencer’s legs. he chuckled despite being scared.

garfield wasn't nearly as well kept then as he was in the picture, due to the days he had been on the streets. still chubby, but dirty and with a few patches of dried blood in his fur. spencer tried to move away, seeing his pants getting smudged, but the cat just started following him.

spencer pulled out his phone and started dialing the number seen on the poster, still trying to avoid the animal. after a few rings, you picked up.

“hello?...”

“hi, is this garfield’s, uh… owner?”

“yeah, why? have you found him...?”

“i think i did, yeah.”

“oh my god, wait, actually? is he okay? are you serious?” you mumbled excitedly, sitting up from the position you were comfortably lying in, the show on your tv already forgotten.

“i am serious, yeah. i'm just out on a walk, and, uh… he was in a box near a trash can. he's all dirty and bloody, but he seems okay.”

“my poor baby” you said with a pout “where are you? wait– who are you? who do i owe my son’s life to? my savior, my hero?”

“oh, i’m just… just spencer, really.” he said with an awkward chuckle, giving in and leaning down to caress the cat, who immediately leans into his hands as if he's never been pet before, “spencer reid.”

“mm, cool. anyway, where are you? i’m going to pick him up. tell him mommy’s coming. actually maybe don't. don't refer to me as mommy, please.”

“uh, well, i wouldn't mind dropping him off at your place, if you want.”

“i thought you were on a walk? you're gonna walk all the way to my apartment with that fucker in your arms?”

“yeah, so… yeah, actually. does he… is he fine with being carried?”

“oh, totally, he loves uppies, but it's–”

“sorry, what? uppies??” he cut you off, confusion and disbelief clear in his voice.

“yeah…? uppies… like… when you carry an animal? in your arms?...” a bleach and tone, like???

“oh, okay…”

“yeah, so, he loves uppies. but it's just inconvenient, no? carrying him like that? where even are you, dude? is it not far?”

after you tell him your address, spencer decided it's close enough to walk there with an overweight cat in his arms. however, when he took forty minutes to show up at your door, panting and sweaty, you realized that probably wasn't a good idea.

“jesus, man, you could've just said you can't walk that long with this fucker.” you said as you opened the door, letting him in and taking the cat in your arms, talking to him in that tiny, baby voice. “oh my god, my baby, thank you so much. you poor thing. where were you, sweetheart? i missed you so so so much…”

spencer stood awkwardly in the doorway, wiping away the dirt that the animal left in his shirt, as you kept mumbling to him.

it must have been around another half hour before you set him down on the ground again, but when you did so, you looked at spencer and gasped, “oh, where are my manners? i'm so sorry, i forgot you were there. come in, jesus, come on in.”

he walked in, and after offering him a glass of water, you led him to sit on the couch. settling awkwardly beside you, he said “so, uh… is he alright? hurt..?”

“no, he's okay. i mean, as far as i can tell. not a vet, or anything. i don't think the blood is his… although that doesn't make it any less worrying. i'll give his vet a call. maybe stop by the clinic. yeah, i should probably stop by the clinic, shouldn't i?”

“yeah, probably. does he have all his vaccines?”

“of course.”

“still, there's a chance he would have caught a disease or eaten something that could have been infected. it's always good to make sure.”

“yeah, i know. i’ll give them a call, see if they can see us today.” you said, to which spencer replied with a nod, the two of you falling silent for a moment. “oh, right, the reward.”

you stood up and walked to the table, taking your wallet and a $10 bill from it. “there's no need, really… it's okay. don't worry about it” he argued, shaking his head when you offered him the money.

“no, oh my god, no, this is the least i can do. you walked so far, with that little heavy fucker. please, just take this. actually, you deserve more. i can barely handle to hold him for more than a few minutes, i'm not sure how you–” you look him up and down “–managed to walk with him for so long. just take the money.” you mumble, taking another bill from your wallet and handing it to him.

"no, no, really, it's fine, i swear."

"no, stop it. you're not leaving until you take this money."

he took it with a scoff, seeing how you won't take no for an answer.

“i should give you the other part of the reward, too.” you said with a chuckle as you sat back down beside him.

“what, the kiss?” he stammered, shaking his head as his face goes red and his eyes widened slightly.

“yeah, you want it?” he started stuttering when you said that, so before he got a proper word out, you added “nah, man, i'm just joking. i put that there to be funny, i'd never kiss a stranger like that.”

“oh, yeah, that… that makes sense.” he laughed shyly, nodding.

the cat showed up again, and you went back to talking about him, until spencer decided it's time to go home, which was only around a few hours later.

now, you're not sure when that turned into what it is now, but you're glad it did.

maybe it was the day after that, when you took garfield to the groomers, and sent spencer a picture of him when he got home, wearing the cute tie they always give him.

maybe it was when you started sending every picture you took of garfield to spencer.

or maybe it was when you started talking about things unrelated to the animal.

you're not sure. but now, spencer reid is at your place again, wearing a colorful hat and singing happy birthday to your cat.

of course, he's the only other person at the party. he's the only friend you were certain would show up. and that he did, after rambling about how the cat didn’t even know it was his birthday.

“woo hoo!! happy birthday, baby!” you exclaim when the song is over, taking the cat in your arms and giving him kisses.

“yay, happy birthday, garfield!” he says with a chuckle, petting him.

as soon as he starts getting fussy, though, you put him back down on the ground with a giggle, “yeah, yeah, off you go.”

“i did tell you he doesn't know the date he was born in.”

“well, yeah, but at least he's getting plenty of treats.” you shrug as you throw yourself on the sofa along with spencer, taking off the birthday hats and tossing them to the side. “he knows he's loved.”

“i'm sure he does” he mumbles, smiling at you softly.

“thanks, by the way” you mutter after a beat, turning to him and giving him a nod.

“for what?”

“finding him.”

“that was ages ago, you've thanked me 63 times since then.” he says with a laugh.

“it's not enough, though. he's a stupid little cat, i doubt he would have survived more time out there. you saved his life, probably.”

he nods, staying quiet for another moment.

“y'know, there is one way you could thank me.”

“yeah…?” you already know what he's talking about, he already knows that you already know. the blush in his cheeks that showed up as he said that, his fidgety fingers, the way he started avoiding your gaze.

“the, uhm… the other part of the reward…”

you'd tease him, make him actually say it, if it weren't for how anxious he looks. it physically hurts, how awkward he is.

so instead, you move your hands to his shoulders as you lean in to press your lips to his. for a second, you're scared this isn't what he was talking about. you're wondering if you've just screwed up a friendship, until he moves a shy hand up to your face.

he feels scared, at first. he holds your jaw, fingers gently tangling in your hair as he hesitantly kisses you. but when a moment goes by like that, and you move to sit on his lap, straddling his hips, it's like something within him changes.

he starts kissing you like you're the first and last thing he'll ever touch, his hands roaming down your body as he slides his tongue into your mouth. he bites and sucks at your bottom lip while his arms wrap around your waist, and your own arms go around his neck.

but a man can't live only off of his beloved’s lips. unfortunately, humans do need oxygen. so when he needs to pull away to breathe, he does so with a groan.

panting, you stare at each other with a smile, and pressing one quick peck to his lips, you whisper, “thank you.”

"no, thank you.”

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YOUR NUMBER ONE, von dutch

upcoming fic

365 party girl reader/rafe cameron

prompt

shallow bitches being jealous about 365 party girl reader and rafe.

it’s alright to admit i’m the fantasy.

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS - A.H x Reader

About: Aaron is served divorce papers after getting back from a case. The team goes out for drinks to decompress and you end up going home with Aaron.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, angst, smut, oral (f), fingering (f), unprotected sex, p in v, cheating?, insecurity problems, again this is angst, slightly intoxicated smut, mentions of a case, boss/employee dynamics, clawing at Aaron’s back, overstimulation, etc.

Word Count: 5.0k

A/N: Hello! Please comment and reblog to support your creators! Borders made by @cafekitsune and thank you to @aureatelys for proofreading for me!!

When the team arrived back at the Bureau after a pretty tough case which included the abduction, burning, and mutilation of women, everyone was ready to decompress. It had been a tough case, hitting a bit too close to home for some of the team members. And so, when someone mentioned going out for drinks, everyone was happy to agree. Before you guys could leave, however, someone had stopped Aaron and handed him an envelope.

“Haley’s filing for divorce,” Aaron clarified, looking at the team. His gaze met yours, lingering briefly before he opened the envelope. He looked at the papers, sighed, and put them into his bag. “Shall we go?”

And so, you all were, in O’Keefe’s and drinking some alcoholic beverages. You were next to Aaron, sipping on a fruity cocktail of some sort while he drank a disgusting beer. Derek was dancing with some random women as Penelope watched, JJ and Emily were playing darts with some guys while Spencer sat with a few people, talking about whatever came to mind, and Rossi was outside smoking a cigar, leaving you and Aaron alone.

You had a good relationship with your boss. You both respected one another on a professional level. You were good at what you did and Aaron appreciated that. Just as you appreciated his authority and his ability to lead the team. He had always been someone you admired. The way he would balance leading the team, filing all the paperwork, and dealing with the bureaucracy that came with the position, all while having a wife and a child at home. You always knew it had to be tough and stressful on the man.

As you and Aaron sat at the table, you couldn’t help but look at him. Perhaps it was the fact that he looked so exhausted and worn out or maybe it’s the fact you’re attracted to sad and older men, but you couldn’t help but look at him. Part of you has always been attracted to Hotch. With his dark brown eyes, dark short hair, broad shoulders, how tall he was, and the way he was just so fit. Not to mention the way he was able to dominate a room. It often had you thinking about what it would be like to have sex with him. Was he as dominant in the bedroom as he was at work? Your imagination was endless with images of Aaron and all of the possibilities.

You knew it was wrong. He was a married man or at least would remain so until he signed his divorce papers. Not to mention the fact that he was also your boss. It broke many, many Bureau policies to even think of your boss in such a way. There’s also the fact that he was sad, going through such a tough time without anyone there for him.

“I can feel your eyes on me,” Aaron spoke, taking a sip of his beer, and keeping his gaze on the atmosphere in the bar.

You couldn’t help the small jump as Aaron’s voice, so soft and velvety that it never failed to have you clenching your thighs, kicked you out of your thoughts. Your cheeks felt hot, whether, from the alcohol or the embarrassment of getting caught, you weren’t sure. “Sorry,” You said, grabbing your drink and taking a sip from it, keeping your gaze on the table. “I just-” You paused for a second before reworking your sentence. “Are you alright?”

Aaron took a deep breath, leaning back in his chair as he turned his gaze to look at you. “I’m fine,” He said, his voice disingenuous as he spoke. You knew he wasn’t fine, no one would be in such a situation. Here Aaron was, building walls and avoiding the fact that he was going through such an emotional time. He was always like this. Hiding his true emotions to not let anyone in because if he lets someone in, it means admitting he’s not alright, admitting he’s weak, sustained by the abuse he endured by his father at a young age.

“It’s okay to not be okay,” You said softly, eyes softening as you looked at Aaron. “I mean divorce is a hard thing to go through.”

Aaron quirked an eyebrow at you, silence overcoming the two of you before he broke it. “Do you always do this?” He asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head. “Do what?”

“Try to fix sad men because you lack that control in your life?” He asked before taking another sip of his drink.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. It was the way Aaron coped, a defense to divert the attention away from himself. Aaron was entirely right, of course. It was something you had a bit of a habit of doing. Your previous relationships were brought upon the need to fix damaged goods. This was certainly no different. “Maybe,” You sighed, taking another sip of your drink. “Regardless, my point still stands. It’s okay to not be okay, Hotch,” You exclaimed.

Aaron hummed, placing his glass down. He called down a waiter, ordering you both another round of drinks before looking at you once more. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes raked over your body but as quickly as you had noticed, his gaze was on yours as if nothing had happened. He took a moment to gather his thoughts. “I suppose you’re right,” He exclaimed. “I’ll be alright though. It was bound to happen at some point.”

You shrugged, finishing off your drink. “Did she give a reason as to why she was divorcing you?” You asked as you placed the glass down.

“Not really,” He stated. “We’ve only talked in regards to Jack but other than that, not much else.” The new round of drinks was set on the table by the waiter, the both of you thanked him before he walked away. Aaron placed your drink in front of you before grabbing his own and placing it in front of him. “I know it’s due to this job.”

You nodded your head in understanding, unsure of what to say in response. It made the most sense. This job, as fulfilling as it was to put away the bad guys, also drained the life out of you. Having to drop anything and everything you’re doing at any given moment to save another city from a serial killer, really affected your day-to-day personal relationships. You couldn’t imagine how bad it was for Aaron, especially with his son involved. “I’m sorry,” You managed to reply, not wanting to leave Aaron’s words unacknowledged.

Aaron was silent for a few moments, looking into his glass, deep in thought. “This job, what we do, it’s important. We catch killers, we save lives, we are heroes. Until the time we go home and then everything changes. Then, I am nothing more than the father and the husband that is never there,” He took a deep breath before sighing.

You listened intently with sympathy. Hearing Hotch open up for the first time was a bit of a shock, the man had way too many defenses up that it made it hard to know anything about his private life other than what he wanted to share. “It’s incredibly lonesome,” you began, glancing around the room as your gaze caught onto each of the team members. “We work and work, trying to protect the citizens of this country, to make it a better place, and yet, no one outside of this team understands what we really go through in order to protect everyone.” You paused for a second, turning your gaze back to Aaron. “At the end of the day, no one will ever truly understand.”

Aaron’s eyes softened as he looked at you, taking in your words. “Which is why we find comfort in each other,” he replied softly.

“Which is why we find comfort in each other.” You repeated back, nodding your head. You glanced over at Spencer, who was on the other side of the bar talking very animatedly about something with Penelope and Derek, his hands moving wildly as he rambled on. JJ and Emily had walked over to them, joining in on the conversation and even Rossi joined in as well. Everyone gravitates back to one another eventually, it always happens.

“So how come, instead of talking with the others, you’ve spent the night sitting with me?” Aaron asked suddenly. “I can’t be too joyous to be around right now.”

You looked back over at Aaron, catching his knowing gaze. “You looked like you didn’t want to be alone tonight,” was your response.

“So it’s your savior complex,” Aaron replied with a faint smirk, amusement in his gorgeous brown eyes.

You laughed softly, nodding your head in agreement. “I guess so,” you exclaimed.

At that moment, as the two of you looked at each other, you weren’t boss and employee. You were simply Aaron and Y/N. Two souls, one shamed by his failed marriage and the other ridden with loneliness, finding solace in one another.

What was a seemingly innocent conversation in the bar had quickly turned into something much more than that when in the middle of your conversation, Aaron put his hand on your thigh. You should have stopped it right then and there, told him you both had to keep things professional. But the moment he breathed into your ear, asking you to keep him company for the night, you couldn’t resist. Not when it has been something you’ve been dreaming about since you joined the team.

And now, here you were, in the back of a taxi with Aaron, as the driver made their way through the city to Aaron’s new apartment. The two of you were sitting next to each other, Aaron’s legs were spread, causing his thigh to press up against yours. Other than that, however, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

That was until you arrived outside of Aaron’s apartment complex. The moment the two of you stepped out of the car, Aaron grabbed you by your hips, slightly tentative, as he looked at you. “We don’t have to do this,” He murmured. “We can just pretend this didn’t happen and I can send you home.”

You shook your head, putting your hands on Aaron’s shoulders. “I want to,” you replied softly. “I shouldn’t but I do.”

And that was all Aaron needed before leaning in, his breath fanning your face as his lips inched closer to yours. You were standing on the sidewalk outside of Aaron’s apartment building, about to kiss your boss. The thought should frighten you; yet, the moment he pressed his lips against yours, all thoughts and fears disappeared. You could taste the faint cheap beer that coated Aaron’s mouth as you kissed. Your heart was beating fast and yet, you were calm at the same time. And when you both eventually pulled away, you could see the fire in Aaron’s eyes in the way he looked at you and you were sure he could see it in yours as well.

It was wrong, you both knew it was. But none of that didn’t matter when Aaron was guiding you inside the building, feeling you up in the elevator, kissing you in such a way that it felt almost intoxicating. The drinks you guys had earlier could not compare to the way Aaron kissed you. It was almost dizzying and yet, you couldn’t get enough of it. Aaron had his hands firmly placed on your hips, kissing you hungrily. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling his muscles through the fabric of his dress shirt. One of his hands slipped down to your ass, causing you to let out a soft noise against his lips, which in turn caused Aaron to let out a low, soft chuckle that went straight to your cunt.

When the elevator dinged, the two of you pulled away, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves by any passersby who may want to use the elevator this late at night. Aaron put a hand on your lower back as the two of you walked to his apartment down the hall, stopping once you reached his door. You had never been to Hotch’s apartment, especially because it’s been so recent since his separation from Haley. You had expected it to be completely bare as soon as you walked in but instead, you were met with a relatively furnished apartment decorated with photos and small antiques. It wasn’t anything special but it showed the refined tastes of an older man, not a bachelor pad like you had expected.

As soon as you stepped in, Aaron closed the door behind you. He reached for you once more, pulling you in for another kiss. This one was more intense, and more passionate, showing the growing need between the two of you. You hadn’t expected Hotch to be much of a kisser but you certainly weren’t complaining as he guided you through his apartment with his lips attached to yours.

You placed your hands on Aaron’s suit jacket, pushing the fabric off of him. He removed his hands off of you for just a moment, shrugging off the jacket and tossing it somewhere in the apartment. You pulled away from the kiss for just a moment to speak. But Aaron had other thoughts. “We,” Aaron interrupted you by kissing you again. “Really, shouldn’t,” another kiss. “Be doing this.”

Aaron simply hummed “Mhm,” while still kissing you, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt and trailing it upwards. “I know,” He began but you interrupted him by kissing him. “It’s wrong,” You did so again. “As your boss-” His words fell flat when you pulled away just enough to pull your shirt off and toss it somewhere, revealing a simple black lace bra. “You’re so beautiful,” He murmured, taking you in.

You felt the heat in your cheeks as Aaron looked at you. “I think we are far past worrying about our professional dynamics,” You exclaimed, unable to help the smirk that formed on your lips.

“You’re right,” He confirmed, nodding his head. Aaron’s fingers moved to undo his tie, taking the material and throwing it wherever your shirt landed. He grabbed you again, his lips going from yours to your jawline, pressing soft feather-like kisses along your skin until he got to your neck. Your breath hitched as Aaron kissed your neck, the area being a bit sensitive to the touch. Aaron licked your pulse point, causing you to let out a soft noise. He nipped at it, leaving a small mark, though careful to not make it noticeable as a mark like that could cost you your positions if anyone were to find out who you had gotten it from.

After leaving the small mark, Aaron pulled away, placing his hands on your hips. He guided you to the couch, sitting you down on the leather material. You looked up at him with the prettiest eyes, almost causing Aaron to just say fuck it and take you right then and there. But he controlled himself, wanting to make this good for you both, even if it is for his satisfaction.

He got onto his knees, kneeling before you. “I want to taste you,” Aaron said, putting his hands on your knees. “Is that alright?”

You let out a breathless chuckle, unable to help it. It was sweet that Aaron asked, almost scared that you’d ever deny him anything. If there was one thing he should know about you, it’s that you’ve never denied any of Aaron’s demands. “Yes, please,” you said.

Aaron gave you a small smirk before unbuttoning your jeans. You lifted your hips slightly, allowing Aaron to pull them down completely as he threw them somewhere, leaving you in a pair of matching black lace panties. “Fuck,” Aaron breathed out, licking his lips. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Is that so?” You asked, your heart racing at the idea. “For how long?”

Aaron gently grabbed the hem of your panties, pulling them down. “For far much longer than I should admit,” he replied.

That thought made you feel a bit guilty. He likely had been harboring some sort of attraction to you for quite some time and the fact that he’s still technically married dawned upon you. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this and yet, that need you felt growing inside of you outweighed the guilt, especially when Aaron spread your legs and began kissing your inner thigh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin. “So perfect. I’m going to ravish you tonight.”

“Please,” you rasped softly, looking at Aaron with an almost pleading expression. You desperately wanted to feel him, to have him do something. You have wanted him for far too long and now that you had him, you didn’t want to let go. You knew that you were just a mere distraction. Perhaps that was your flaw. Being the woman that distracts men from their problems. But you couldn’t help it. Not when the man you’ve harbored an attraction to was sitting before you, on his knees, telling you how beautiful you were.

Without further hesitation, Aaron placed a kiss on your pubic bone before dipping his head lower. He pressed his lips against your cunt, causing you to gasp as he kissed your pussy lips. Then, he stuck his tongue out, licking a strip from your hole to your clit. You let out a moan, spreading your legs further for Aaron to give him better access. Aaron groaned against your pussy. “You’re so sweet,” he said before diving back in, running his tongue in figure eights around your pussy.

“Oh,” you moaned, bringing a hand to Aaron’s dark hair, entangling your fingers into it.

To say it was heavenly would be an understatement. The way Aaron’s tongue lapped around your cunt and how his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it gently. You were whining in pleasure, throwing your head back. You’ve had people go down on you before but it was always a chore to them. This, however, felt like Aaron truly loved going down on you, adoring your pussy. He wasn’t hesitant to dive right in, holding your thighs with his arms as he practically held your cunt against his face. This was a man who thrived eating pussy.

As Aaron sucked on your clit, he trailed his finger to your pussy, teasing your hole by spreading it around the wetness. You let out a whine, tugging at Aaron’s hair, eliciting a moan from the older man. He inserted a finger, thrusting it slowly in and out of you. “Oh fuck,” you moaned, breathing heavily. Aaron eventually added a second finger, curling them to hit your g-spot. You gave a choked moan, and an almost whiny “Aaron,” escaped your lips, causing him to groan against your cunt once more. The vibrations add to the pleasure.

It wasn’t long before you were cumming with your head thrown back against the leather of the couch, thighs clamping around Aaron’s face and hand, and toes curling. And when you finished and relaxed against the couch, Aaron pulled away. His face glistened with your juices, his pupils dilated, and his hair was tousled all over the place from your fingers. He looked so incredibly attractive.

Aaron licked his lips, looking up at you as he was still kneeling. You were breathing heavily, looking at him with a blissful expression on your face. And all of a sudden, Aaron dived back in, eating you out more like a starved and deprived man rather than with precision as he did before. It wasn’t a matter of whether you came or not, it was a matter of what Aaron wanted. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to live between your thighs. “Oh!” You moaned loudly, your hands going back to Aaron’s hair as he began licking your cunt all over.

You were whining and moaning, writhing around on the leather of Aaron’s couch as he ate you out desperately. He began sucking and slurping up your juices, burying his nose into your cunt. It wasn’t didn’t take long for you to cum all over his face once more as Aaron moaned against your cunt, relishing in the fact you were pulling his hair. This was the sign of a pussy drunk man. And you adored it.

When you finished a second time, Aaron pulled away completely, taking a second to gather his breath before standing up. You looked up at him, legs spread with just your bra still on. He began to undo his shirt, frantically undoing the buttons. He wanted you. He needed to be buried inside of your cunt. He threw his dress shirt somewhere in the living room, not caring as to where it landed. “Need you,” Aaron said hoarsely, moving to undo his pants.

You watched as Aaron moved with desperation you had never seen in such a normally composed man. You reached behind yourself, undoing your bra and tossing it next to you on the couch. Aaron kicked off his slacks, revealing his boxers and his obvious erection. The outline of his cock was seen perfectly and your mouth practically watered at the sight. He pulled down his boxers, stepping out of them as he made his way back to you. His cock was big, bigger than you’ve ever had, and it was girthy too. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips as your cunt fluttered around nothing at the idea of Aaron fucking you.

Aaron gave a deep chuckle as he saw the way you reacted to him. “Lay down for me,” He said, standing in front of you on the couch. You obeyed, moving your legs onto the couch as you lay down on your back on the cushions. Aaron crawled on top of you, taking a second to just look at you, really take you in. You, one of his best profilers, were lying underneath him, on his couch, ready for him to take you. All because you didn’t want him to be lonely tonight. Admittedly, he felt guilty. He felt as though he was using you with how his wife had just left him. But he couldn’t deny the attraction he has felt for you since you had joined the team. And now that he finally had an opportunity to have you, he wasn’t going to lose it.

“Beautiful,” He whispered, leaning down to press a kiss onto your sternum before moving to kiss your boobs. He swirled his tongue along your nipple teasingly, eliciting a small moan from you, before kissing upwards to your neck and jawline. He reached between the two of you, gripping himself as he guided his cock to your folds. He rubbed the tip against your slit, spreading your wetness onto his cock before lining himself up against your hole. He slowly eased himself into you, causing both of your breaths to hitch.

“You’re so wet,” Aaron breathed out.

“Yeah, that tends to happen,” You replied, face contorting into slight pain as Aaron’s cock stretched you out. “You’re so big,” You whined slightly.

“I know, darling,” Aaron murmured, still taking his time to ease into you. When he was fully inside of you, he stayed still, giving you time to adjust.

After a few minutes, the pain subsided as you relaxed. The stretch turning from pain to pleasure. “Y-you can move,” you stuttered, looking up at Aaron as you bit your bottom lip.

Aaron didn’t hesitate to start moving his cock out of you before thrusting it back in, repeating those movements. “You’re so fucking tight,” He groaned.

You moaned, eyes fluttering shut as Aaron began moving his cock inside of you. The feeling was rather dizzying, more so than the kiss from earlier. The feeling was electrifying. He was so much bigger than anyone you had ever slept with and already so much better. You were sure that Aaron had ruined sex for you forever and you knew that this was likely going to be the only time you’d sleep with the man.

Aaron began picking up the pace, causing you to moan louder. “Aaron,” you said his name loudly, bringing your hands to his back, clawing at the skin. Not enough to hurt him but enough to cause Aaron to hiss in both pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” He groaned, fucking you deeply. To say he was feeling good would be an understatement. You were so warm, so wet, and so tight. He hadn’t felt something as amazing as your pussy in such a long time. At this moment, if Aaron died feeling your cunt wrapped around him, he would die a happy man. The fact his marriage failed couldn’t bother him when he was buried deep inside of you. “You feel incredible,” Aaron said, slamming his hips against yours as he fucked you.

“Just like that,” You whimpered as Aaron’s thrusts got more frantic. You could feel yourself getting close as Aaron’s cock grazed your sweet spot, making you see stars. “Am so close, Aaron.”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” He grunted, moving inside of you. “Go ahead and cum for me.”

And that was all you needed before you were whining, arching your back as you clamped around Aaron’s length, moaning his name so prettily that he could’ve busted right then and there. And he did as he buried himself so deep inside of you and came, filling you up with his cum.

When you both were done, you expected to be finished, for Aaron to toss you to the side and tell you to go home. Instead, however, he maneuvered you into his lap as he sat on the couch, inserting himself back into you and using his cum as lube as he thrusts up into you, fucking you both into overstimulation.

The night was spent fucking each other in so many positions all over Aaron’s apartment. And by the end of the night, you were both spent, fully satisfied from the amount of orgasms you had. You were in Aaron’s bed after he came inside of you once more, lying next to him as you both breathed heavily. Once you had calmed down, you sat up in the bed, ready to get up and gather your things. But just as you stood up, Aaron grabbed your hand. You turned to look at him, seeing the almost pleading expression on his face. “Stay? Just for tonight?” He asked.

And how were you ever going to say no to that? “Sure,” You whispered, lying back down in the bed.

Aaron pressed a kiss onto your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. “Thank you,” He murmured against your skin, burying his face in your neck as he held you. You hadn’t expected Aaron to be much of a cuddler after sex and yet, here you were.

“There’s no need to thank me,” You murmured back, placing your hand on top of Aaron’s.

Eventually, sleep consumed you both, the exhaustion from the case and that night’s vigorous activities finally catching up to you.

In the morning, the sound of Aaron’s cell phone ringing awoke the both of you from your slumber. Aaron inhaled sharply before removing the arm that was wrapped around you. He reached for his phone, answering it with a deep, raspy morning voice that sent a shiver down your body. “Hotchner,” He rasped out. You turned from your side onto your back, the blanket drifting off of you and revealing your chest, causing Aaron to not so subtly look.

After a few minutes, Aaron hung up the phone, placing it back on his nightstand. “We have a case,” He said before getting up and out of bed.

You followed suit, shivering as the crisp air touched your skin. You took a second to gather your surroundings, stretching as you did so as Aaron walked over to his closet.

Neither of you spoke, not quite knowing what to say after last night's endeavors. You made your way out of his bedroom, going to the living room and gathering your clothes, getting dressed. You knew you were just a means to forget about the hardships Aaron was going through, nothing more and nothing less. At the end of the day, he was still your boss above all else.

And when you were completely dressed in yesterday’s clothes, Aaron came out dressed in a fresh suit. He looked at you for a moment before speaking. “Last night can’t happen again,” He said, his face and voice void of emotion as his walls were built up once more. “It was nothing more than a moment of weakness.”

You nodded your head in understanding, feeling your heart drop. “Of course, sir.” You agreed. Because of course, it was nothing more than that. And you would always be there to help in a moment of weakness.

Yet, that night, back at the hotel while on a case in Chula Vista, California, you found yourself in Hotch’s hotel room as he ravished you once more. By the next morning, he said the same thing as he had said the previous day. “It was nothing more than a moment of weakness,” in that soft, velvety, stoic tone. And thus began a strange arrangement where you’d sleep with your boss whenever he wanted it and you allowed it because you wanted it too.

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for @urdreamgirl12

you started working at the BAU two months ago. People probably wouldn’t guess that was your actually off of a fleeting glance but you were and you were damn good at it. You were a profiler. You knew how to work people, causal manipulation into falling into traps , and overall you knew what makes people tick.

You knew Spencer had to stir his coffee 27 times counterclockwise or else it would be unbearable. You knew Emily had to keep the first button of her blouses unbuttoned because the collar made her feel like she was suffocating.

And with Hotch? you weren’t sure yet. he never stayed around you long enough for you to find out. you’d walk into a room and he’d leave. it was like magnets pushing away from each other. you wondered if he hated you. if he thought you were a skank based off of your attitude. You’d never change for anybody, it took a long time to get to know yourself as well as you did. But Aaron made you wonder.

Maybe your pink and white outfits weren’t up to his code. Maybe your lipstick and shimmery gloss made you look like a kid. Maybe the new hairstyles you always tried everyday made you seem unprofessional. Even with all this swirling in your mind, you still stayed true to yourself. But the more he pulled away, the more you tried.

You’d say slick things to him when you were traveling to a new crime scene. after going over the general stuff about the new case, the plane was silent except for the occasional flick of Spencer’s book. You were bored and you had atleast 2 more hours of the ride. you didn’t think you could survive the silence any longer.

skipping over to where Aaron sat, you slid into the seat next to him, trapping him by the window. he tried to get up to move but you pulled him back down by his tie.

“This is so pretty ya know? i have something at home just like this! it’s a like totally bigger though” he only let out a strangled hum, face flushing with what you thought was annoyance. pressing harder, you continued. “Yea it works almost as well as ties. It’s a lot softer on my skin, for when m tied up.”

“tied up?” he questioned, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. your hand trailed up his chest, the other one preoccupied with fiddling with his tie. this was surely crossing over some kind of HR code. You hoped he wouldn’t report you over this. the thought of losing this job and the ability to see him making you falter over your words. “Y-Yea! sometimes i like to be restrained, makes my head fuzzy. You should try it, could come over the next time i do.” you winked.

Aaron was sure he was a goner now. slacks fighting against his bulge, mouth cotton dry, and hands palming his thighs trying to keep them from sweating. He needed to get out of this seat. but the way your tits bounced in your shirt as you adjusted to lean closer to him had his thoughts racing, practically praying for some kind of mercy, some miracle to give him the courage to not cum.

“anyways! just wanted to talk to you, always look so bored and serious. i could really help you brighten up though. i’m good at relaxing people.” you walked away as though you didn’t just almost make him cream his pants, turning aroung only to take one last look at him with a smile.

He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding, trying to compose himself. he fixed his tie, turning around to see if you were back in your seat, and there you were. legs crossed as you relaxed and read off some article out of your magazine. you caught his gaze, as you always did. giving him a coy smile and a finger wave, giggling when his eyes widened at you noticing him.

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The jet landed and soon you were where you needed to be. some place in Maine where small town murders seemed to be happening. The girls disappeared for days, their bodies showing up after. but it seemed like they were tortured beforehand, not for just a little. but for days on end. You guys quickly handled it, only with Hotch getting a slight shoulder injury and Morgan taking a knife to the shoulder. You were okay of course. Hotch made you the bait, it irritated you at first but atleast you were out of the cross fire.

you ended up back at the hotel as the jet wouldn’t be ready until early morning. Your room was right next to his and he prayed to God that things would go smoothly.

You could hear him groaning and grunting, wondering if he brought someone to his room right now. the thought annoyed you enough that you stalked right over there and banged on his door. He opened the peephole seeing you right outside. tits pressed up against your cotten shirt, nipples on full display. you had on pajama pants, ones with bunnies and bows on it. Your face was bare, except for the lipgloss that coated your lips. He wondered if the flush on your cheeks was natural or not.

He let you in, watching as you canvases the room, standing in the middle to see if anyone would pop out of a random corner. “um, is everything alright?” He asked, voice shakier than he would’ve liked. He cleared his throat, hand rubbing the back of his neck where his pain bloomed from.

“mhm, thought you had somebody in here-“ you cut yourself off as you turned to look at him, seeing the grimace on his face and the obvious discomfort. you tried not to notice how he had no shirt on, the chest hair trailing across his pecs and the happy trail making you salivate. “Aww, you poor thing! Aaron you look in pain.”

“Wow thanks for the compliment. Really appreciate it.” he spoke dryly, trying to feign nonchalance so maybe you wouldn’t notice him chubbing up in his pants. He wondered if you had any underwear on. The question making his head swim.

“you know” you started, walking closer to him, hands clasped behind your back. He tried not to pay attention to how your chest was pushed out and he could see down your shirt. He also tried not to notice how your belly started to show uber the shirt, the slight pudge making a groan fight its way out his mouth.

“i’m really good at massages. i could totally help you out!”

“Yea? is that the relaxing you were talking about earlier?” your face flushed at his question, try to compose yourself with a gulp. “Not exactly but I wanna help you. Please Aaron? would make both of us feel better!”

“And how’s that?” His arms folded over his chested, his walls slightly going up. The stoic face he put on made your thighs clench and you prayed he didn’t notice.

“well you’ll stop being so tense and ill feel happy knowing you’re better!”

with a sigh he gestured towards the bed, laying on his stomach. You stood there in the same spot, a little shocked he actually agreed. you shook your head to break your fog and sat on his back. you were carefully and skillfully pressing on all his pressure points, making sure to pay attention to the ones that looked particularly tense.

Aaron wasn’t exactly quiet, you heard him sigh at certain spots, shifting under you. sometimes a muscle on his lower back would rub against your cunt and you had to bite your lip to conceal the moans that you desperately wanted to let out. You got to the spot right by his shoulder blade and he let out a groan that sounded pornographic, the kind you think about for days when you touch yourself. You paused, chest heaving and face flushed.

“Keep going sweetheart, starting to feel better.” You swallowed and nodded, not realizing he couldn’t see it. You eventually finished the massage, with you now being the one pent up and tense, clit throbbing in your underwear. you were sure there was a wet spot in your panties right now and you wanted nothing more than to fuck your self on your fingers right now.

you hopped off his back, quietly trying to slip away. He turned over in his bed, the sound of blankets shifting making you falter. “where you going? i got some other kinks that need to rubbed out.” you let out a whimper on accident, the sound reaching his ears and making him smirk. you pivoted on your heel turning around only to see him laying on his side propped up on his elbow.

“oh! i was just um, gonna go back to my room-“ he cut you off with a shake of his head, curling his finger in a come here motion. you stood still for a second, before your brain caught up with you feet and you moved towards him.

you sat on the edge of the bed across from him, but no that wouldn’t do. sitting up against the headboard, Aaron lifted you up by your hips, effortlessly placing you on his lap. you could feel how hard he was in his pants, his work pants still on.

He leaned in, lips ghosting over your for only a second. he looked down at you, making contact with your glossy eyes and blown pupils. “This okay honey?” you nodded, too scared to let out words.

you tilted you head up, trying to make contact with his lips, but he backed his head away just a little, enough to make you crazy. when he finally did kiss you, it was like nothing you’ve done before. you’ve obviously been with guys before but this? it was different. he knew how to handle you, how to make you feel good.

he brought one his hands from your waist up to your tit, rolling your nipple between his nimble fingers. the action made you gasp, giving Aaron the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. he didn’t rush it, and there was no fight. you let him control it, control you. his tongue getting every spot in your mouth, rubbing against yours in a dance you knew before. your handles stumbled across his chest, eventually landing to hook under his arms to ground yourself.

the hand still on your waist moved you to rock against his cock, white hot pleasure shooting through you. you rested your head against his as he pulled away from you, kissing down your neck right to your pulse point. he knew how to make you feel good, wanting to take care of your needs before his own.

“is that the spot baby? this making you feel good?” you nodded against him, trying to keep yourself composed as he kept you moving on him. you tried to stay quiet, you really did! but as his kisses got sloppier and wetter, it seemed almost impossible! his tip caught against your clit through your pants making you moan out his name. his lips moved back to yours, slotting against you mouth as he took over once again. “i want these, off now” he spoke, pausing to point to your pajama pants, now wrinkled with your previous activities. you jumped up to take them off, the eagerness in your actions making him smile. as you stumbled back onto his lap, nervousness creeped in.

Aaron noticed, as he always did. he took your chin between his two fingers as his other hand rested on the small of your back. “take it slow baby, use me how you wanna. it’s all yours”

you started off slow, trying to figure out a rhythm that felt right. once you found it you started to get more confident in your movement, little ‘uh uh’ falling out your mouth. Aaron loved how you were falling apart on him right now. he couldn’t focus on anything else besides the angel fucking herself on his bulge and the way her tits bounced in his face. he leaned down to press kisses to your tits, your hands reaching to grasp at his hair. He let you of course, he’d let you do anything at this point. you could feel yourself getting closer, and so could he.

“don’t come yet, wanna do it with you baby. f-fuck not yet. jesus, god, just, just, oh fuck. fuck you feel so good!” he murmured against your skin, the vibrations making you shake against him.

it didn’t take long for him to get close, if it had you think you’d probably go crazy trying not to come. “fuck- let me cum-please, please! sir can- can i? - oh god-“ he shit you up with a kiss, using his strength to rock you against him faster as your orgasms creeped up on you. you both came with blinding pleasure, the feeling tiring you both out. Hotch didn’t stop as you came though, he kept going, pushing you into that slight overstimulation with a smile. the low lidded eyes watching your face morph into a scrunch as your tried not to let the tears of pleasure and pain fall down. he gave you a break once the first tear fell, letting you slump against his body into a blissful sleep.

you’d have a lot to talk about in the morning.

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Hi, I hope everything is going well with you all. After endless searching and not being able to find it, I want to try asking here. I read this a long time ago, but here's what I remember:

The female reader has a crush on Spencer Reid, or is already in a relationship with him, but he breaks her heart or cheats on her. After that, Aaron Hotchner picks up the broken pieces of her heart, and the story shifts from Spencer Reid x Reader to Aaron Hotchner x Reader. I remember it vaguely, but I hope someone can help me find it!?

XOXO

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17. 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾

𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍: @my-name-is-baby @anacamofficial @nemesyaaa @thecoolermaybank @yktayy9669 @deerly-blvd @sqfewrd @rafecameronswifeyy @blushmimi @barnesboo1967 @aawdrea @drewsswifeyy @lexvenuss @ethanthequeefqueen @rafes4 @beavee11 @wtfisastiles @pinkribboncoco @rafecqmeronslove @popou61 @lmaowhatt @emmaaas-posts @countryclubwhore @cokewithcameron @lili-swagalicious @multisection @mariamadison6-blog @icaqttt @harryzcherry @glenpowellluver @stelleduarte @klarxtr @kieeslove @vex-et-soleil @chillgal135 @drewstarkeyswife-7 @tqd4455 @marinrscomplex @arianagreenblattfanxx10 @loverliner @mirellef2001 @jjmaybankmylovee @defnotayonna @m0netbeauty @idiotussupremus @cyberkitty1 @gublerstylesobrien1238 @highladyofhogwarts @kaorisakamotofan @lil-sparklqueen @thesunflowersociety

a/n: this might be my favorite chapter just because of how unserious it is (he still has a bit more to do before being fully forgiven)

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stun gun just in case i'm in trouble | spencer reid

pairing: spencer read × hot!diva!reader

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summary: spencer and the team arrive to catch the unsub before he gets another victim, but when they arrive, they find him already down. and it looks like the girl who took him down had taken a liking to a certain doctor.

word count: 1.3k

author's note: inspiration by yummy by ayesha erotica. "big purse with that rhinestone buckle, keep a pink stun gun just in case i'm in trouble." there will be a part 2 because i love writing divas. this character is inspired by my friends too bc i love their style :P i also love the nerdy bf × hot gf trope!!!!

You always knew that as a young woman living alone in her twenties, you would be somewhat of a target for a deranged criminal. Like any other woman, you took precautions in the form of self defense devices and kept it close to you. A small grocery run turned into a nightmare.

Now there you stood, breathing heavily from the adrenaline as you watched a man spasm on the ground. A hot pink stun gun in your left hand and your large black leather purse in the other. Your expensive sunglasses were thrown on the ground, along with your brown paper bag full of box cake mix, frosting, sprinkles and a can whipped cream. All you wanted was to bake a red velvet cake and decorate it for your day off, but of course you couldn't have a normal day.

The man was having a muscle spasms due to the electric shock of your stun gun and the right side of his face was both red from the swelling and red from the cut that was created when you smacked him across the face with your bag. Your bag was heavy, leather, had many keychains, and also had a large rhinestone buckle that would most definitely hurt if used as a weapon.

The police sirens got louder as it approached the street you were on but it didn't connect in your head just what they were responding to since you hadn't called them.

"Just how much crime is in this city?" you questioned, but immediately stopped once you saw that the bright red and blue lights on top of the car had stopped right by you. A large group of men in uniform hurriedly exited the car and went towards the men on the ground who was now groaning in pain.

That's when you saw him. A man's chest came into your line of vision, separating your eyes from the man who tried to attack you. An FBI vest. You trailed your eyes up and felt yourself biting back a smile. Wow. Tall, brunette, with the nicest eyes looking at you with such concern.

"Miss-"

If only the criminal didn't interupt your cute moment. Grom the floor, the large man spat towards your direction, "Fuck you, woman!"

Both you and the man in the FBI vest looked at his way. The cop pushed his head down. You scoffed, crossing your arms, "Screw you too, man?" it sounded more like a question because you were taken aback by the sheer audacity for him to curse you out when his own actions led to this situations.

You directed your attention back to the cutie right in front of you with a polite smile. "Hi."

You mentally thank yourself for putting some sort of effort in going out that morning. You always imagined a sort of meet cute with an attractive guy and although these weren't the ideal circumstances, you'll make it work. He wouldn't catch you in your homeless outfit that day.

"Hi. I'm Doctor Spencer Reid, are you alright?"

You told him your name, "Better now that you're here."

Spencer felt heat rise to his cheeks, but he ignored your little comment and continued his assessment. "Are you injured anywhere?"

"Only my heart if I don't get your number." he let out a small chuckle at your rather bold statement, "but other than that, I'm fine."

You watched as his brain nervously collected it's thoughts, trying to form whay he should say to you next. Lucky for him, he was saved by his older colleague. An older man appeared beside him, wearing an FBI vest.

"Miss?" you directed your attention towards him with a small hum, "I'm Agent Hotchner. Can you tell us a little about what had happened with the unsub?"

"The unsub?" you questioned the unfamiliar term. Was this a new acronym online that you weren't familiar with?

"Unknown subject." Spencer chimed in, "used for an unidentified criminal."

"Oh sure. Well, I was walking out that store a few blocks down and all of a sudden, that man just jumped outside the alleyway and stood in the middle of the sidewalk. He kept looking directly at me and seemed, sparatic in a way. I tried to move out the way but he mirrored my movements like he was blocking me."

You retold the story with such an expressive face and hand gestures and Spencer found himself utterly enticed with every single word that came out your mouth as you recapped what had happened.

"So of course, I politely asked him to move out the way. And that's when he pounced at me like a disfigured leopard with its prey." Spencer held back a laugh as you imitated claws slightly pouncing with a disgusted face. He took notice of the nail art on your nails too that had leopard print with various charms. "We tussled a bit and I hit him across the face with my bag then I tazed him with my stun gun."

You realized your hot pink stun gun was in your hand and brought it up to show them. Turning it on for a few seconds to show them the electricity before tucking it back into the safety of your large bag.

Your bag made sound with every small movement due to all the keychains on it. Spencer took note of the little red lightsaber keychain and smiled when he realized where it was from.

"Thank you." Hotchner stated, "It's a good thing that you were carrying that."

"Always." you responded and Hotchner had walked away, leaving you with Spencer who has spotted your items that were sprawled out on the ground.

"Let me help you." Spencer immediately stated and went to the concrete floor in order to gather the things that spilled out your bag from the altercation. He finished gathering your few groceries and put them inside the paper bag before grabbing your sunglasses too and politely handing them over.

"Thank you." Your manicured fingers grazed his hand as you took your items. Spencer looked down at how slowly you took your things, leaving your hand to linger on his.

"A-are you baking a cake for dessert or something?" he stammered.

"More like breakfast--- but aren't you a bit young to be a doctor?"

"Perks of having an eidetic memory. I graduated high school early and have three PHDs in math, chemistry and engineering."

"How impressive. Cute and smart." you praised.

He paused for a second, "thank you."

"So Doctor. Do you also have a PHD in women or do you just not want my number?" you turned your head slightly to the right as you watched his reaction. He was exactly your type. With every word he seemed to get more perfect. Tall, brunette and nerdy. How you loved men like that. Who would've known that this nightmare altercation would've led you to the man of your dreams. You would be damned if let him go.

If Spencer wasn't already stammering enough, this just sent him over the edge. You looked at him with a teasing smile and sharp eyes and he felt embrassed under your gaze.

"I-"

"Reid, we need to get going." Hotchner called out from beside the cop car. Spencer turned back to look at him and sent him a quick nod.

You opened your bag, pushing aside your stun gun, lipgloss and wallet before taking out a little notepad with a sparkly pen clipped to one of the pages. You scribbled down a series of numbers and teared out the page before gesturing for him to hold out his hand.

You took his hand and placed the little piece of paper in it before closing his fingers to keep it safe. "When you're done being superman, you should give me a call."

He couldn't hide his smile as he looked at his hand.

"You're friend is calling for you. We should both get going now, but I hope I can hear from you again."

You started to walk away and Spencer stood there frozen. He wasn't sure he ever had gotten such romantic attention from a woman as attractive as you--- both physically and personality wise. You left him utterly speechless which was a hard skill to have, especially when those around him are sick and tired of his long talks.

He watched your retreating figure and knew he couldn't let this interaction end off on a bad note. building up the courage, he raised his voice enough for you to hear, "I will!"

You glanced back over your shoulder and he caught your smile. Oh he knew he was in trouble.

[mystargirl-interlude]

Me after finishing a fic that clearly said "angst" at the beginning.

[mystargirl-interlude]

thinking about hotch with a hypersexual younger girlfriend, that old man would be FIGHTING for his life. going to work exhausted, convinced every day today’s the day he’s gonna die of a heart attack cause she simply can’t get enough of him👁️👄👁️

[mystargirl-interlude]

calling all aaron hotchner fans, i need your help (once again)

theres this fic where the reader is a babysitter for Jack. and apparently shes a very good babysitter and she kinda has a crush on Hotch. and one day (this is where my memory is shit) Hotch says something about wanting her in his bed and he says something like “i have thought about you being in my bed for some time now” or something to that effect(thats the most memorable thing i rmbr from this fic) and obviously banging insues (i just rmbr the title had something to do with bed) (and like idk how but the reader asks hotch something and he answers “my bed” or something like that)

if yall find this fic, pls lmk thank you so much