#❥ aaron hotchner

[tinyluvs]

Hi! Could you do reader being pregnant with Hotch’s baby but she accidentally blurts it out to the whole team, Hotch included at the same time? Thank you if you do!

i absolutely can angel! you’re welcomee, enjoy !! ♡ cw; mentions of pregnancy sickness! nowt detailed/gruesome

the drive from the airport to the local police station is rough because of bumpy country roads, your stomach already feels uneasy and the local terrain is not helping at all

behind you, derek, jj and spencer squabble like children over something you don't care to listen to right now and beside you aaron is silent, eyes focused on the dark road ahead of you

your eyes flicker quickly to the mirror, seeing dave, emily and penelope following close behind in their suv before they clamp shut, focusing on the inside of your eyelids in a desperate bid to ignore your stomach churning

blindly, you feel around in the console for your bottle of water, sipping slowly while you stare at a barely there scratch on the dashboard

"kid, no, sorry but you're wrong!" derek huffs and turns in his seat and in turn, drives his knee into the back of yours, jolting your body cruelly

your eyes widen in panic, the gps estimates another fourty minutes to the station and unfortunately for you, you don't have that kind of time. heat prickles over your body uncomfortably underneath your fbi issued sweatshirt

"aaron," you mumble, looking up at him slightly. he turns his head towards you briefly, eyebrow raised before he's turning back to the road, "can you pull over?"

he turns back to you, no raised eyebrow but concern filling his eyes, "are you okay?" he asks quietly, though he doesn't make any attempt to get the suv off of the road

colour drains from your face, you feel it happen and your boyfriend watches it happen, "no, please, pull over," you rush out before swallowing thickly, your hands fumbling with your seatbelt

aaron pulls over as fast as he can without getting rear ended by dave. you're not entirely sure the car has completely stopped before you're jumping out to make a run for it

"what's going on?" you hear spencer ask

you're all of ten steps away before your body betrays you, lurching forward, hands gripping at your thighs as your lunch and the three bottles of water you'd drunk, repeat on you

a hand smoothes over your back, familiar, aaron, "honey," he sighs, using his free hand to collect your hair up gently. he rubs gentle circles into your back until your knees fail you, causing you to crouch

"is she okay? oh my god," penelope rushes over from the other suv, pulled in behind your one, blue lights lighting up the tree line a few feet ahead of you

you groan and rub a hand over your forehead when it's over, breathing in deep before standing. the entire team stares at you, all of their eyes wide and panicked, "guys, i'm okay," you offer up weakly

aaron pushes a bottle of water into your hand, "just sip it, please," he hums, guiding you a few steps back towards the cars

spencer visibly grimaces, face twisted in slight disgust and honestly, you can't blame him, "we should get you checked over," he says and you do your best to shake your head while sipping

"i'm sure she just ate something bad," jj offers up, sending you a soft smile and you wonder distantly if she knows. none of them should know, aaron doesn't even know

you had a plan, to tell aaron, a big breakfast and a cute announcement all on your day off but time had not been on your side. up until this point the sickness had been timing itself nicely with moments you could break off from the group without them noticing

"but it could be contagious!" spencer shrieks and then yelps when derek and jj both swat at his arm, hands slapping against his coat

"i'm okay, just give me a minute," you breathe, bending slightly to put the water bottle on the floor before leaning against aaron's side, "guys i swear,"

none of them look convinced and hell, if the situation was spun so you were a bystander, you wouldn't believe it either. aaron's hand slides across your back again, thumb tracing up the dip in your spine

penelope extends her hand, a few loose mints roll around in her palm, "thanks," you smile gently before swiping them from her, pushing all four into your mouth at once

"i'm just saying, i, don't want to get sick," spencer starts to argue with the rest of the team, "we have a case guys, if she's contagious and it's airborne we will all already have it!"

you frown as dave rolls his eyes as the younger boy, "you are not going to get sick spence, i swear," you reassure with a huff

"how can you be so sure about that?"

loudly, you groan, "because i'm pregnant, not sick," you snap and that shuts him up but everyone else gasps, all of them turning towards you, "oh my god," you slap a hand over your mouth in realisation

"you're what?" penelope shouts though emily and derek parrot her reaction. aaron's hand stops on your back as he stares down at you, his profiling skills being forgotten while he scans over your face

"i had a plan!" you cry, "i had a whole, elaborate, plan as to how i was going to tell you guys, i swear and now i've fucked it up, i'm so sorry," tears well up in your eyes before they overflow, spilling down your cheeks

aaron turns you towards him slightly, "hey, why're you crying, why're you saying sorry?" he asks gently, a small smile creeping over his face, "you're serious?"

you nod, sniffling gently when you wipe at your face with your sleeve, "i was supposed to tell you first and then the-"

your boyfriend has never been one for public displays of affection in front of the team, outside of a few pecks here and there but in this moment he doesn't care very much about the team

he surges forward, arms sliding around your waist to pull you closer for a kiss. you gasp against his mouth, suddenly very thankful for the mints you'd swallowed seconds earlier

around you the team hoots and woops, partly at the news and partly because aaron is kissing you like it could be the last thing he ever does

"you're not mad?" you ask when he pulls away, your fingers squeezing at his arms through his suit jacket before you turn your attention to the team, the question directed at them too

you get a clean sweep of no's before everyones rushing forwards, arms tangling around your body and whispers of congratulations passing your ears before they turn to your boyfriend to give him the same fate

"i, for one, cannot wait to tell baby hotchner this is how we found out," dave chuckles, hands shoved inside his pockets as he sends a wink your way

"what a story," you agree, fingers tangling into aaron's as the group divides up to get back into the suv's. jj's hand pats at your shoulder when you slide into the passenger seat

"when we get there, i'll take you to go and get some anti sickness pills" she whispers, "congratulations, again,"

before you can reply aaron's hand squeezes gently at your knee, "if you need me to pull over again, please don't wait until the last second," he scolds you through a smile

"yes boss," you giggle, eyes fluttering shut as he leans across the console to kiss your forehead. the suv rumbles as it peels away from the side the road and for the rest of the journey, aaron doesn't stop smiling, not even for a single second

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[0and0its0doctor0]

I don't dance

Aaron Hotchner x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Listen to the song, it's totally Hotch.

Summary: Aaron had a rough day but twirling you around the kitchen always makes it better.

word count: 379

Aaron sighed heavily and closed the case file he was reading. Usually that wasn’t the worst part of the day but this one came with pictures of tortured victims and they were not happy pictures. He slid the folder over to the stack of pending cases and rubbed his eyes trying to get his tension headache to dissipate. “Working late?” He looked up to see Emily standing in his doorway. He nodded and tapped the pile of cases. “Got some really nasty ones.” Images of people being tortured flooded his brain. “Go home Hotch. This will all still be here in the morning.” Emily stated as Aaron rubbed a hand across his tired face. He glanced at his watch and nodded. It was late. He said his goodnights and made his way back to his house.

Once home he sat in the driveway for a couple minutes trying to clear his brain. He tried to leave work at work but he just couldn’t shake the images. Finally he unlocked the front door and set his bag on the little corner table. He could hear music coming from the kitchen. He slipped his suit coat off and loosened his tie. The sight in the kitchen made his heart melt. You were cooking dinner wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of short shorts. He was quiet. He liked watching you dance around the kitchen. “Aaron!” You called out once you noticed he was there. Suddenly his arms were full with you hugging him tight. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head then held you tight and attacked your neck with kisses causing you to giggle.

“Dance with me.” You demanded and pulled away causing Aaron to raise an eyebrow. “I don’t dance.” He watched as a huge pout crossed your features. He sighed dramatically. “I can’t say no to you when you look like that.” He grabbed your hips and held you right against his body as he started to dance. He twirled you around the kitchen making you giggle and then dipped you low as the song ended.”Okay we can stop.” You said pulling away. He caught your arm and pulled you right against his body again with a grin. “Who said I was done?”

[minswriting]

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♡ = smut

• criminal minds characters as quotes my household have said

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❥ spencer reid

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❥ aaron hotchner

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[htchnr]

★ gentle hands ❥ A. HOTCHNER.

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CW ➥ reader has issues with eating ⋆ very brief mention of an alcohol problem ⋆ mention of binge eating or not eating ⋆ sweet and sappy comfort fic ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

WC ➥ 1,3k. SONG ➥ chocolate mint , duster.

SUMMARY ➥ you've always had issues with food, you either eat too much, or not enough, or not at all. you've always struggled with it yourself, but now that you live together with Aaron it's a little difficult to avoid or hide. so when you tell him about your struggles, he comforts you. as requested by an anon, but i lost the ask 😭

AUTHORS NOTE ➥ i'm getting a little bit better! still feel like i've got the flu, but i've atleast been able to concentrate on writing a request! 😁 i'm gonna try my best to finish up the remaining Kinktober posts, those will at the very least be all done before the end of November!

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you rolled on your back, eyes glued to the ceiling as you tightened your jaw. the clock had briefly flashed 3:28AM when you moved. your hands clenching and unclenching at your sides.

the urge to eat something was so overbearingly painful. you weren't necessarily hungry, you just need something to eat. you've tried explaining it to therapists before, but it never came out the way it needed to. you've briefly talked about it with Morgan once, though ended up not continuing the conversation after you got a call about a case and left.

and you didn't want to bring it up with Aaron; he already worried about the smallest things, the tiny bad habits you had. Aaron was one of the best people you've met, but you felt like you only burdened him with your flaws. though if Aaron ever heard you say that, he'd crush you in a hug and force you to apologise. to yourself, for ever daring to think that you were a burden to him.

your fists clenched one more time before you sat up, rubbing your hands across your face in frustration. some nights food was comforting, other nights; like this night, it was a nuisance and it frustrated you so much, your self image took the bullet for it.

you carefully moved the blankets off of you, letting your feet quietly hit the cold wood floor of your bedroom. you glanced behind you at the figure in your bed; Aaron laid peacefully, the deep creases in his face looking more relaxed as he slept.

you brushed a hand through your hair as you quietly left the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen. you yawned as you pulled open the main cupboard where you kept most packaged foods like crackers, cookies, cereal etc. one hand holding the door, the other on the bare skin of your waist, you hadn't bothered putting anything else on beside the bralette and the pair of pyjama shorts you had worn to bed.

you hesitated, i should shut the door and just go back to bed, you thought to yourself. but your body moved on it's own accord, grabbing a box of cereal and two granola bars. your hold tightened around the bars, plastic crinkling in your grip before you set the items on the counter. you pulled open the fridge to grab the milk, and pulled out a rather large clean bowl from the dishwasher. you made a mental reminder to empty that out after you were done eating.

you poured the cereal into the bowl, hoping the sound didn't trigger Aaron and then twisted open the cap of the milk before pouring it in, the quiet 'crackle' of the cereal filling your ears.

you cracked open the dishwasher once more, grabbing a spoon and shoving it in the bowl, stirring and coating all the cereal in the milk. you took a bite, your tense form almost instantly relaxing a smidge as you chewed on the cereal. see? eating was a good idea. you stood facing the counter while you ate, stuck in your own headspace.

so much so that you hadn't noticed that Aaron had left the bedroom. you rather quickly finished the bowl of cereal, putting it down on the counter beside the sink. as you grabbed for one of the granola bars, a pair of warm, gentle hands slid around your waist and their fingers splayed across your stomach, followed by a pair of lips pressed against your bare shoulder.

"what are you doing up honey?" he asked quietly. he noticed the atmosphere the second he entered the kitchen. your hand tensed around the granola bar, before shoving it against the counter and letting it go. your frame was still tense, even against Aaron's warm body. you don't need the granola bar, you eat enough as it is.

you shook your head a second after Aaron's question. "it's nothing, i was just-" you paused. don't tell him, you'll just give him more to deal with. one side spoke. while the other side encouraged you to open up to him about this. "what's wrong? i can hear those brilliant gears turning. talk to me dear." he spoke endearingly, a slight tease to his tone, that left as soon as it came. you turned in Aaron's arms, your lower back now against the counter, the granola bars behind you as you faced Aaron's bare chest.

"it's nothing Aar, go back to bed.." you insisted, still not meeting his eyes.

Aaron's hold tightened a little on the swell of your hips before lifting one hand to tilt your chin up to face him. "i know when something's wrong, please just talk to me about it." he spoke in a tone a little higher than a whisper. he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

"it's just that," you paused. are you doing this right now? "i," you suck in a breath. you couldn't seem to find the words now.

Aaron stroked your cheek. "hey, take your time." you encouraged you gently, a reassuring smile on his lips.

you nodded, looking down at your hands. do it, come on. "i have a problem with eating." there, it wasn't that hard, was it? Aaron nodded lightly, prompting you to continue. "i, i either eat too much or nothing at all." Aaron's hand returned to your waist, his thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into the soft flesh.

this wasn't as hard as you made it out to be. "some nights i feel like the urge to eat is so strong, that it eats away at me until i eat. though i'm not always even hungry, i just, have to eat. that doesn't make sense does it?" you chuckle sadly, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his warm chest, your arms still hanging at your sides. "and some days, i just avoid food all together. it's like the feeling of eating makes me feel so sick? not necessarily physically sick, but mentally." you continue, a slight crack in your voice.

Aaron's heart breaks at your confession. he knew something was going on, but not that it ran this deep. "and some days, i just drink all day. being drunk blocks out all the issues with eating. either i eat a normal amount, or i don't really eat at all, but it takes the bad feelings about each away." you mumble. this is embarrassing. Aaron lowers one of his hands down to one of yours, intertwining his fingers gently with yours. your thumb fiddled around with his thick fingers.

"i'm sorry i'm laying this all on you i know-"

"hey, don't." he speaks, his voice still gentle and quiet, but more assertive. you look up at him. "don't be sorry about something you can't control. as for not talking to me about it, i'm not mad at you, i just wished you'd come to me with these things more often. i know you're struggling, but i have no way of helping you, or even just being there if i don't know what's going on in that gorgeous mind of yours."

tears well up in your eyes. Aaron's thumb coming up just before a tear rolls down, gentle wiping it away. "come to me when you feel like this okay? come to me when you're having one of those days where eating pains you, or when you crave to eat the whole day. i'm here for you okay honey? i'm here for you, no matter what." he's here to help you, so let him.

you nod, licking a tear off your lips. he wraps an arm fully around your soft bare waist, the other one wrapping around your shoulder as he pulls you against him. your arms wrapping around his waist as you hold him tight. "thank you." your voice is muffled by his skin, but Aaron hears it. "i love you." you hold him tighter, pressing your face against his warm chest, the feeling of being held by him calming down any negative thoughts or feelings.

"i love you too." he whispers back, placing a firm kiss on the top of your head.

he pulls away, his thumb wiping away some tears. "do you want to eat something before we head back to bed?" he asks you, he had already spotted the granola bars behind you. you think for a second before nodding.

Aaron nods along, reaching for one of the bars behind you. he opens it, leaning away from you for just a second as he throws away the wrapper and hands you the bar. his hand wraps around yours as you take the bar from him, his thumb rubbing brief but gently against the back of your hand.

you eat the bar slowly, having Aaron stand in front of you calms the intensity of the craving. and when you're finished with the bar Aaron smiles. he leans down and captures your lips in a soft kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck as you lean into it. Aaron leans down, his warm gentle hand sliding down your waist and hips until they reach the back of your thighs, pulling you up and into his arms. you wrap your thighs around his bare waist and lean your head on his shoulder as he carries you back to the bedroom.

tonight might've been conquered, but there's still many more nights and days to go. though, now they don't seem as dark and daunting..

[lustagel]

let's read and get so high we can't recognize the real world around us !

❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 (in order) ★ slashers. stranger things. the peaky blinders. criminal minds. euphoria. the punisher ˎˊ˗

smut, angst and fluff included.

˚₊⊹ 20/20 VISION ✧ ethan landry. ── @echnated !

[ sfw ] okokok! reader x lalala! ethan.

loved the concept, writing and the fic.

˚₊⊹ CLASSMATE CHARLIE WALKER ✧ charlie walker. ── @lithiumfae !

[ sfw - bit of spice ] obsession.

the obsession with her voice is literally everything to me because my voice is rather… man like.

˚₊⊹ DAMN, BOY! SLOW DOWN! ✧ thomas hewitt. ── @vampiremillk !

[ nsfw ] chubby black reader. breeding kink. overstimulation.

i just love pussydrunk! thomas :))

˚₊⊹ SOUTHERN STYLE CREAMPIE ✧ thomas hewitt. ── @/vampiremillk !

[ nsfw ] female chubby reader. breeding kink.

mwahhhh. the whole thing at my legs shaking.

˚₊⊹ NO.1 AUNTIE ✧ steve harrington. ── @erin-bo-berin !

[ sfw ] single mom! reader. steve x single mom! reader. robin x single mom! reader (platonic).

i can literally imagine robin being the funniest auntie alive and i love this.

˚₊⊹ DEVILISHLY HANDSOME MAN ✧ thomas shelby. ── @toomanyfandomsallatonce !

[ sfw ] lots of flirting. kinda dirty flirting. eating.

the flirting throughout had me kicking my feet in the air.

˚₊⊹ EAT YOU OUT- I MEAN ✧ spencer reid. ── @ddejavvu !

[ sfw - bit of spice ] spencer being a complete reck.

the post should say it for its self. just beautiful.

˚₊⊹ HOT WIFE ✧ spencer reid. ── @radiant-reid !

[ sfw ] hot wife! reader x spencer reid.

them sliding it under the table is EVERYTHING that i never knew i needed.

˚₊⊹ MESS OF MINE ✧ aaron hotchner. ── @hotchgirlsummer !

[ sfw ] female! bimbo! reader.

the cutest of this fic makes me wanna just die. i am in love with him. i believe it was written by gods.

˚₊⊹ DO YOU LIKE HER ✧ elliot. ── @eunoiathewriter !

[ sfw ] talks of smoking weed and drugs (duh, it’s euphoria).

i just loved it. thank you for writing this.

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[ sfw - angst-ish ] insecurities.

so fluffy and adorable i would blush if i could…

TO WRITERS ! thank you for being here and for your wonderful writing. your writing is not only people of color friendly but also beautiful, and really appreciated by everyone. i hope you have a beautiful day, because you deserve it. <33

[tinyluvs]

Closer

CHAPTER ONE - blank stares

Series Synopsis - after being evicted and having nothing left, your best friend sends you to live with her brooding, stoic boss. Except, he isn’t so brooding, and he isn’t so stoic, and now that you live with him, your underwear keeps going missing

Chapter Synopsis - you meet your bestfriend’s angry boss, but he isn’t so angry

Chapter Warnings - crybaby!reader, dilf!perv!hotch, food mentions, reader is kinda a housewife already

Word Count - 2517

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The first time you meet Aaron Hotchner, you’re just a tad bit desperate. Not for him, of course, you’d just met the man. But you’re definitely a bit dishevelled because you’d been sofa surfing for weeks now and your friend Penelope has only just notified you that her boss has a spare room in his apartment and she can ‘try get you hooked up’.

So, two days after her phone call, you’re standing outside of a door that looks much too expensive for you to even be close too and before you can stop yourself you’re knocking on the pristine white paint and then there’s locks clicking and chains clinking and the door swings open and you’re face to face with the most gorgeous man on the planet.

He looks you up and down, tongue peeking out from between his lips to wet them, brushing over a patch of stubble and you find yourself having to wrench your eyes away from the scene. He steps back, gesturing for you to come inside.

“I’m Aaron,” he extends his hand, a polite smile gracing his lips as your fingers brush over the calluses on his palms, causing goosebumps to break out over your (thankfully sweater-clad) arms, “Penelope has told me a lot about you. Please, sit down,”

You’re hardly convinced this is the man your best friend had been telling you about. His soft smile, gentle words and overall kind demeanour was a complete 180 from the man your friend had described. Nevertheless, you perch yourself on the edge of a plush grey sofa, resting your hands on your denim-clad knees and look around anxiously, taking in the sparsely decorated room.

The living room is carpeted in a charcoal grey, bookshelves are dotted across the place, most of which are filled with criminal law books. There are two small picture frames, one with a picture of him and a small boy. A grin stretches over both of their faces, and the small boy has a glob of icecream on his cheek. Aaron is wearing a pair of sunglasses, but they’re pushed to the top of his head, and his cheek is squished to the boy’s forehead, exposing some laughter lines around his cheeks and eyes.

The other picture isn’t nearly as interesting, though. It’s a picture of what you assume is the whole BAU team. You spot Penelope, and Derek (who you only know from the countless pictures of him Penny had shown you) then you guess Spencer is next to Derek, then Emily, JJ and Rossi respectively. A few feet from them stands Aaron, his smile more reserved than the others, and nothing like the one in the other picture.

You’re so consumed with your examination of the pictures you barely register the sofa cushions dipping under his weight, or the clinking of glass against enamel coasters, or really anything until the sound of Aaron softly clearing his throat damn near makes you jump out of your skin.

You try not to show too much of a visible reaction to him, mostly so he won’t think you’re just a creepy stalker who wants to stare at pictures of him all the live-long day. Aaron pretends not to notice anything, mercifully turning his gaze from yours and spinning a set of keys attached to a D-ring on his pointer finger.

“Um, so I assume you have questions for me before I like, steal your spare room or whatever,” you chuckle awkwardly to yourself, and Aaron offers you a tight-lipped smile in response. It’s only now that you realise he’s pushed up the sleeves of his button down to expose his forearms, and suddenly you’re distracted all over again but this time by dark hair contrasting just barely sunkissed skin, by bulging veins twisting and turning and pulsing under layers of skin, by muscles with soft indentations of old scars.

“Well,” once again, you’re pulled away from fantasy land by the older man, but it’s not completely unwelcome because his deep gravelly voice is something that you don’t think you’ll ever tire of, “first things first. As you know, I’m an FBI agent, which means my schedule is mostly very hectic, and would sometimes be home very late in the night, is that okay?”

You furrow your eyebrows, why would that be an issue for you? “No, uh that sounds fine for me, I’m kinda an insomniac anyways, so it’s not like it would disturb me much,”

“Well, that’s a relief,” and you can tell from his now relaxed shoulders that he's telling the truth, “what do you do for work?”

“Oh, well I was in finance, but that’s not really my scene, so I quit,” you didn’t catch him staring at your smile as you spoke, nor the way his gaze travelled ever so slowly down and becomes glued to the subtle way your tits brushed against each other as you spoke. Aaron determines that you’re definitely not wearing a bra. Do you always do that? Walk into a complete stranger's house with no bra? God, if it were two degrees cooler in here then he would be able to see your nipples poking against the fabric of your only slightly revealing shirt, he could practically see them already, all he had to do was reach out and- “so now, I’m focusing on what I really want to do; my writing,”

“Oh,” he clears his throat desperately, pulling at his collar and praying you don’t notice where his eyes were just affixed to. His panic quickly settles when he notices your obliviousness to the situation, and he lets his tongue dart out to wet his lips, imagining that his tongue could grace any part of your body, oh what he would give to taste you.

“Oh god, that makes me sound like I make no money, look, I’ve got savings and stuff so I can afford to pay rent, and- and I have family money too but,” you cut yourself off, and Aaron realises that he must’ve gone too long without replying because now you’re panicking and he’s about to interject but then you’re talking again, “I’ll- I’ll do all the housework and- and I’m not loud I promise, I- I just can’t keep sleeping on my friends sofas,”

“Sweetheart,” he’s a little ashamed at the fact his cock gives an interested stir at the thought of you acting like his little housewife, keeping everything perfect and waiting for him to come home, and his predicament becomes even worse when tears begin to fill your eyes and now he has to school his expression to remain soft and inviting - absolutely not to look as depraved as he feels, “I don’t care about rent, I bought the place outright, and I think it’s wonderful that you’re following your dreams instead of doing something you hate,”

Your cheeks burn under his gaze, and you can’t meet his eyes, desperately blinking away the tears still building up from your annoyance at yourself for crying at something so silly. You nod along to his sentiment, if only to give yourself something to do to distract yourself from the oncoming tears.

You resign yourself to discussing practicalities for the next hour or so; where you would sleep, what his usual schedule was like, the security and alarm systems, the motion activated cameras, if you wanted any furniture moving into any communal spaces (you desperately wanted a more comfortable sofa than the barely sat in one, but you bit that comment down and asked if there was room for your plush loveseat) and then he gives you a tour of the house. He shows you around the kitchen first, and you make a mental note of a barely used pack of expensive looking coffee, sat next to a cheaper looking brand and theorised he must only drink one cup every morning at home and didn't want to allow his good stuff to go stale in the warmer throughout the day. Next is his office, which he kindly requests you don’t enter unless he is home due to its sensitive contents, and you knew enough not to ask questions, but you do straighten out a stack of files that look as if they’re about to topple over. After that is his own bedroom, and it’s as neat-messy as the rest of his house. You can tell some things are left looking messy simply out of convenience (for instance the duffle bag settled by the front door, or the fresh suit laid out on his dresser), and not because he’s a slob. His bed is made with military precision, and everything about his room is perfect, bar the thin layer of dust settling almost everywhere except his bed and the doorway. Next, he shows you a smaller room directly adjacent to his. It looks as if it’s cleaned even more meticulously than his own room, because there isn’t even a speck of dust across the expanse of the place. What surprises you, though, is that it's clearly the bedroom of a child. The bed isn't even a single mattress, and it's covered in Spiderman sheets. The bedside tables are decorated in figurines and the lampshades have the visage of Batman? Or maybe that star wars guy? You don’t know, pop culture isn’t really your thing. You turn back to him.

“I probably should’ve told you about this,” his neck burns red and he brings a hand up to scratch nervously behind his ear, “I, uh, I have a son,”

You bite down on your tongue, repressing any response as you wait for him to continue.

“Jack, his uh, his name is Jack. Me and my wife- my ex wife, rather, had him just over four years ago,” he clears his throat and looks down at his feet, “he, well it’s for the best probably, he lives with her now, but I see him every time I get the day off, I hope you don’t mind,”

“Mind?” You spit out. Then, a grin splits across your face, and you’re venturing further into the room, running your fingers over an assorted stack of toys, ones more obviously more used are piled closer within reach and then you’re whirling around to look at him, “tell me about him,”

And he does; he spills every detail he can about his son, Jack Hotchner. He tells you about the picture in the living room, about how excited he was about his first ever big boy bed, about how he could stay awake to watch Star Wars for hours past his bedtime (and that’s when you realise it’s Darth Vader on his lampshade, not Batman), and how his favourite ice cream flavour is chocolate, but not just any chocolate, the chocolate ice cream he asks his dad for at the fair after they go on the teacup rides. After a long twenty or so minutes of you exploring the room and Aaron rambling from where he now sits on the edge of his son’s bed, you’re ready to move on.

He leads you onwards, down the hardwood hallway and into another room. It’s completely empty, save for an expensive looking bed frame, mattress and duvet set. The walls are a stark white and sunlight bleeds through the closed window, exposing the thick layer of dust, some of it kicked up just from the door opening and floating about the room. You try to stifle the cough that rises in your throat as you inhale, but it doesn’t work and soon you’re choking and Aaron is dashing across the room to open the window.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll have the room cleaned before you move in,” his face glows red again, and you send him a pained smile to let him know it’s okay, in between coughs of course, “I’ve been meaning to get around to it, but you know, work gets in the way,”

“No, no it’s fine really,” you rub at your eyes with your fists and take a better look around, albeit from the doorway, and you note the room’s impressive size. Really, despite the mental-hospital-esque coloured walls, you can really see this being a good room for you.

Before you can say anything else, Aaron is ushering you out with a hand on the small of your back and the door shuts softly behind you.

“Well, that's pretty much everything, oh except the utility room,” he walks off and you follow him to a room just off the kitchen, stocked with a washer, dryer and several staacks of cleaning supplies. You take a gleeful look around, sifting through drawers of bleach and scrubbers and sprays. Yes, this place will do.

–

You iron everything out with your new roommate (roommate!!), and by the time you’re finished its nearly nine pm and you’re yawning into your arms and nearly knocking over a precariously balanced pizza box from the coffee table as you stretch the tiredness settling deep within your bones. You’d ordered some pizza to share at some point after five, and a few lonely slices are left going stale in the soggy box so you stand and bring the box to the kitchen and ferret through the drawers and cupboards for a tupperware to contain the leftovers. Aaron tries to protest, saying that he should do some of the work, but you bat his hands away and shove the freshly filled box into the unsurprisingly empty fridge.

You're about to bid your goodbye and drive back to your friend's house when Aaron grabs your hands in his.

“Stay here tonight,” his eyes bore into yours, and suddenly you feel wide awake, “you've been practically falling asleep on my arm since eight, and I don’t want my new roommate to fall asleep at the wheel and crash into a tree or something,”

You bite at your lip, and glance at the hard sofa and try to imagine yourself trying to fall asleep on that, rather than your friend’s pull out bed.

“You can have my bed, I think you’ve had enough of sleeping on couches for a lifetime,” he gives a small, tired chuckle and you gnaw on your lip again. You can’t take his bed, not after he’s paid for dinner and agreed to let you live in his home. Again, Aaron senses your apprehension, “seriously, it’s fine. C’mon, you can borrow some of my clothes to sleep in,”

You end up in Aaron’s bed, wearing what you’re sure is the only shirt he owns that isn’t a button down and a pair of sweatpants you have to tie at the waistband with a bobble, a pile of your skirt, shirt, panties and bra just next to you. Aaron bids you goodnight, and concedes himself to a night on the uncomfortable sofa. It takes you almost an hour of tossing and turning to finally sleep, and you don’t wake until the alarm clock next to you reads 9:34am. But, as you roll over to put on last night’s clothes on, you notice one very disturbing thing.

Your panties are missing.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Can i req a cg hotch x reader with this (“it’s okay, baby, just let it all out. i’ve got you, i promise.”) prompt from the drabble list? Tysm in advance if possible💖

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ let it all out ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

|| aaron hotchner x little!reader

warnings: mentions of a bad case, mentions of reader being on the team, crying, hurt/comfort

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Aaron isn’t sure what to do, he hasn’t been for the past hour you two have been sat on the floor. The case this week was awful, finally closing up today after being one of the most horrific either of you have ever seen, and it’s lead to cries filling the night.

You had been handling the weight of the case well earlier, being able to comfort Emily who was having a tough time herself, but as soon as you walked in the front door of you and Aaron’s house it was like a dam broke. Your headspace came on fast and strong, making the tears flow out quickly, cries for your caregiver following them. Hotch could just barely throw his bags to the ground before scooping you up into his arms.

It’s been half an hour since he caved and sat you both down on the floor of your bedroom, the lights are off with only a projector playing, it displays colorful stars and moons that usually help calm you. They seem to be doing nothing now. Aaron’s tried to put you down, immediately picking you back up as your sobbing only got worse when you were out of his arms.

“Shhh baby, Shh.” He tries to soothe, kissing softly at your forehead as your face buries deeper into his neck. The familiar smell of his worn suit and the remnants of his cologne from this morning help the smallest amount, you try to focus on breathing those in, begging your brain to think of anything but the images of the victims the team were too late to save.

The floor isn’t the most uncomfortable thing in the world per the padding Hotch keeps on it incase you fall while regressed; though he wishes he had sat you two on a bed or the couch. The only thing he can think of helping this situation is if you fall asleep, between the plane ride and the high emotions of today, the exhaustion in your cries is obvious.

“C’mon baby, why don’t we try and move to your bed so we ca—.” Aaron stops moving the second you mumble out a ‘no’ and grip at his suit jacket tighter. There’s tears seeped through the thick material, his ties become loosened and crooked throughout everything, and his dress shoes are kicked off somewhere in the hallway.

“It’s okay, we caught the bad guy, remember? It’s all over now.” He’s assured you of this fact over and over tonight, that you and the team did something good today, that the criminal is sent off to jail and won’t be able to hurt anyone anymore.

“It’s okay, baby, just let it all out. I’ve got you, I promise.” Thankfully your back isn’t rising and falling as harshly as it was and your hands are starting to loosen in their hold of Aaron.

“I got you.” He repeats, rocking both of you in place as his hand rubs big circles into your back. You find yourself calming, listening to how your caregiver repeats the words so softly, sinking into his gentle touch and allowing your eyes to flutter shut with exhaustion. You’ll have to talk about this tomorrow, but for now Aaron’s just happy you’re sleeping peacefully.

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ criminal minds masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ aaron hotchner, jennifer jareau, kate callahan, emily prentiss, elle greenaway, spencer reid, derek morgan, luke alvez, penelope garcia, tara lewis, jason gideon, david rossi, will lamontagne

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aaron hotchner. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jennifer jareau. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kate callahan. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ emily prentiss. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ elle greenaway. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ spencer reid. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ derek morgan. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ luke alvez. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ penelope garcia. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tara lewis. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jason gideon. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ david rossi. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ will lamontagne. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

The comfort he provides is green.

It touches your soul like the smell of pine in early morning, it warms you like a campfire in a lonely forest, it fills you easily like a pond aided with a gentle waterfall.

He knows when you’re upset, when your eyebrows kiss and your lips purse and your fingers clench. He knows even when it’s not obvious. He’ll nudge your shoulder with a question in his eyes and you just know, he knows.

His care is green like home, green like returning to a time long gone, like knowing someone is worth loving by the smile lines that grace their face. He runs his hands through your hair like they’ve never been used for violence, his lips caress yours like they’ve never betrayed and berated.

Your knees are pulled up to your chest and his are dropped enough that you can lean yourself against his torso with your scrunched legs held up by his. You’re not in his lap necessarily, your butt is planted firmly on the ground you fidget with but the rest of you is engulfed in him.

His fingers massage your scalp, blunt nails scratching against the skin as you sit in silence, his eyes watching the distance in yours shrink.

And suddenly you’re back to yourself, back from those other colors and those other things that make you hate yourself and it’s all green again. And he smells like sweat and earth and man and home. His hand never leaves your head, his heart beats a little louder underneath your ear.

You’ve returned from your travels with heavy baggage and a hunger that eats away at your soul. You’ve collapsed at the fire and warmed your palms, pulled cold, soggy feet out of ruined boots and begun the process of being more than a human but a person again. Lately all you’ve had time to fight for is your life, but not your happiness. And you don’t want to fight anymore, you just want to come to where contentment is without a dragon to slay or a moral to learn.

He offers that with a kiss on your forehead. The wrinkles dance as you look up at him through your lashes and just his faint smile can be seen.

He’s warm, you used to wonder if he was cold-blooded before you really knew him. He didn’t laugh enough, he didn’t like to let loose and just be. But you know the blood that pumps through his veins is hot from the way it rushes to his cheeks when you tell him you love him, even now, when you know every ember and every stick that’s graced his fire.

The fire that thaws your numb toes, that brings awareness back to tired eyes and that whispers his presence with callouses in greasy hair.

And with only I love yous and you’re okays in the air, you unpack all the things you’ve dragged through your journey and toss them into the blaze. You turn your head enough to meet his gaze and the flame inside his eyes burns sunrise but loves you in flowers.

It reminds you of the ashes everything becomes someday, the ashes your worries and insecurities burn to as they gravitate toward the fire. Someday, you and him will be the same. Maybe someday he’ll burn too hot or you’ll lose yourself in the woods or the only firewood you can add to his passion is from his fathers forest; the forest he’d spent so long running from.

Until then, you’ll resolve to kissing him and tasting tea and trust and letting the comfort of the familiar hue surround you, casting you both in a hazy sage light as the world around burns.

❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥

Zuko, Aaron Hotchner, Jason Grace

[tinyluvs]

hotch everytime he sees prentiss, garcia & reid standing in a small group; i don’t get paid enough for this

Hotch at least seven times a day: I don't get paid enough for this.

[tinyluvs]

calling hotch daddy at work as a joke only for him to pull you into his office in an angry fit because he is HARD HARD

uh huhhhhh he definitely would!! *mdni!*

“three…two…one, go!” reid hollers, pulling his arm back before surging forward, you copy his movements, both of you letting go of your paper aeroplanes at the same time

yours glides steadily and mostly straight, diagonally across the room where as somehow, reid’s pulls up after takeoff, “cmon,” you exclaim, throwing your hands up

before you can say or do anything, aaron walks into your planes flight path, coffee in one hand, file in the other. “oh! aaron!” you gasp as the point of your paper aircraft hits him

he sighs, turning to look at you and reid, “really, you two? again?” he raises an eyebrow and wipes his file on his trouser leg, wiping spilt coffee off of it, “we’ve talked about this guys”

“sorry sir” reid almost winces as he speaks, fiddling with his fingers as he talks before taking off across the room, no doubt going to see where his paper plane ended up

you don’t move from your spot, a few feet away from aaron’s office, “sorry daddy” you giggle at him as he nears you, “will definitely, probably do it again” you joke

“my office, now” aaron talks lowly, using the hand holding the file to shove at your shoulder, turning you around to face his office. your eyes widen as he ushers you into the room and towards the seat in front of his desk

he moves silently around his office, putting the file in a tray, sliding his mug of coffee onto the sideboard and as he rounds the desk towards you, he shuts the blinds, closing you off from the rest of the office

“aaron i-”

“daddy? really?” he asks, cutting you off as he sits on the edge of his desk, your knees bumping against his legs, the closeness making your breath hitch

a blush creeps up your neck as you scramble to find words, “it was a joke?” it comes out unsteady, like a question. you rub your hands over your skirt and avert your eyes, unable to look up at him

“really? was it?” aaron’s voice is low, sending shivers down your spine and leaves your heart racing in your chest, “look at me” he huffs, tilting your head back himself, knuckle under your chin, “was it?”

your tongue darts out, swiping across your bottom lip as you stare up at him. slowly you shake your head, words failing you while your breath speeds up

aaron stands up and pulls you up too, turning you around to trap you between him and the edge of the desk, “look what you did,” he almost whispers, pressing into you slightly, chest to your back and judging by the hardness pressing against you, cock to ass

gasping, you press back into him, “aaron,” you whine softly. he leans forward, planting his hands on the desk either side of you, crowding into your space, it makes you dizzy.

“that’s not my name sweetheart,” he hums slowly, teasing. his tie bumps against the dip in your spine and the metal of his belt rubs against your ass, through your skirt

he takes a hand off of the desk, sliding it up your leg and underneath your skirt, hitching it up until your panties are on display for him, “come on honey, what’s my name” he urges you, like he needs to hear it, eyes fixated on his knuckle which ghosts over your panties, barely touching you

“daddy”

“good girl” aaron sighs and without warning he presses down against your clit causing a gasp to escape, tumbling past your lips much louder than you expected, aaron tuts behind you, “gotta be quiet honey, we don’t want everyone in the office knowing you call me daddy”

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[hotchreids-girl]

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I’m usually half a sleep

New theme and name changed it was Sreidlvewrites now it’s hotchreids-girl

It’s me kris 🫶🏻

This is a fan account for

Spencer Reid -Matthew Gray gubler = the main reason I have this account…. And -Aaron Hotchner, Thomas Gibson = chief kiss on these two ….

Side note: My Dream is to meet them one day , I do go to convention’s I go to the epic cons conventions so maybe just maybe it might happen oh my heart ..

Author Notes .. ❥….I woke up this morning to 152 of you so thank you so much for that how crazy is that .. I never thought I would really grow on tumblr when I started I appreciate your love and re-blogs and comments on my stuff .

Every one has such pretty aesthetic navigation So I wanted one that made me feel like me and my devoted love for Spencer Reid •❤︎︎• .. Let’s get started .. •❤︎︎• welcome to my blog! i'm Kristin Kris for short •❤︎︎• She/her I’m 33 years old! Virgo . •❤︎︎• Spencer Reid (Matthew gray gubler) Enthusiast I started this account August 24th 2024, I am a newbie at writing fan-fiction ➜.. I love being apart of this fandom I love growing with you guys . I love reading writing , I also do edits on TikTok as well . ➜ I love all types of shows the one show that always caught my attention was Criminal minds , I remember watching it when I was younger and falling in love with Dr Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner, those two were my comfort characters I don’t know how to explain it i also enjoyed Emily prentiss , and David Rossi heck ok all of them but Dr Spencer Reid is who stuck out the most to me .

That’s it for now

I can’t wait to get better at writing for Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner

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[htchnr]

Hi! Could I possibly request an Aaron x reader with jealous overprotective Aaron? It can be that they both work in the BAU and a local officer is too flirty for his liking or that they go out with the team/together and someone keeps trying to flirt with reader.

★ night like this ❥ A. HOTCHNER.

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CW ➥ drinking ⋆ Aaron can't keep his hands to himself ⋆ making out ⋆ smut insinuation ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

WC ➥ 1,4K. SONG ➥ a night like this, caro emerald.

AUTHORS NOTE ➥ does anyone want the smut part 2? please let me know and i'll finish it up! 😁

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 HTCHNR. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

"awe man," you sigh with a defeated chuckle, finding that your glass is the last to be emptied. the whole team had decided to celebrate a successful case at a local bar — and last one to empty their glass would be the one paying for the next round.

you look down at your glass, chuckling as you reluctantly get up from the semi comfortable booth. you can feel the previous few drinks, not heavily but you've got a comfortable buzz going.

"the same for everyone then?" you look up, palms leaning on the table as you stand. everyone nods, cheering for more drinks.

you sigh, looking down at Hotchner beside you — you'd have to scoot past him now. you take a deep breath, carefully stepping between his legs with your back turned to him. your brows twitch ever so slightly as you feel one of his large warm hands gently guiding the side of your thigh as you pass him. oh lord, this would be a long night.

Aaron watched you leave, his eyes briefly flicking down to your ass as you manoeuvre past him. he's glad for the dim lights of the bar, knowing that the growing tent in his slacks would be painfully obvious if the lighting was better.

normally, he has a ridiculous amount of self control — but with the way your slacks hugged your thighs and ass, and the way you had been teasing him with your high heel against his leg, he was close to losing it.

he made sure not to stare too long, his eyes merely flicking across the back of your thighs as you walked to the bar to order more drinks before returning to the half open case file in front of him. he downed the rest of his drink, feeling it warm his throat — down to his stomach.

the only moment his eyes flick up from the file is when he hears your laugh — reaching his ears nearly immediately despite the loud and crowded bar. he'd be able to pull aside your laugh anywhere. so when he hears you laugh, nowhere near the team, he looks up.

and his eyes find you leaning against the bar, standing in one of his favourite looks on you, tight slacks and an even tighter dress shirt hugging all the right places — laughing, clearly in conversation with some guy he doesn't recognise. your hand also seems to have found purchase against the man's bicep, lightly holding onto him as you laugh at whatever he said.

he takes a deep breath, before standing up and closing the case file. the team seemed too busy with something funny on Morgan's phone anyway.

"that has to be the worst thing ever! how on earth did you recover from that?" you laugh, glancing to the side as you see that half of your drinks have been made.

the guy chuckles, shaking his head as he sips his beer. "oh, i didn't recover from it." he laughs, one hand going to his heart, "it left me battered and bruised." he dramatically acts.

another burst of laughter erupts from your lips as you lean forward a little. you barely caught your breath when you noticed the man's laughing dimmed down. "what's so funny?" you heard, in a humouring tone. oh..

you turn around, to find Hotch standing slightly behind and beside you, tall and menacing with his tie hanging a little loose and his sleeves rolled up, watching as one of his hands snake across your lower back — his large hand resting on the curve of your ass, fingers digging into the clothed flesh. "a story he was telling," nodding towards the man in front of you — who now, looked a little less eager to retell the story to the tall man beside you.

as if right on time, the bartender slides all the drinks onto the bar, along with a short whistle to indicate they were done. you turned, your side pressed lightly against Hotch's side — feeling his frustration hard against your hip — as you grab a few of the drinks.

you look up at him, with big fake innocent eyes as you bat them at him. "care to help me, honey?" you ask, looking up at him through your lashes. even though he was obviously already going to help, how could he ever say no when you look at him like that?

the hand resting on the curve of your ass gives it a tight squeeze, before grabbing the rest of the drinks. he nods towards the table, "go on then, sweetheart." he nudges you teasingly with his knee, urging you to walk in front of him. you try to hide your blush as you start walking back to the loud table. the random guy, completely forgotten.

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"finally, there's my Sugar!" Morgan calls once he sees you with the drinks, Aaron right behind you. Morgan eagerly helps distribute the drinks across the table, everyone grabbing their own.

and the moment Aaron and you sit down, the conversation continues — eyes back on whatever was so amusing on Morgan’s phone. leaving Aaron and you by yourselves.

you eagerly sip on your drink, thighs pressed together in a heat as you drink with your eyes closed. you only open them when you feel a large hand slide up your thigh. “what's got you so worked up tonight?” he speaks lowly, so only you could hear him. your thighs twitch, pressing together more.

you look up from your drink, finding Hotchner looking back at his file with one hand, while the other snakes it's way between your thighs. you huff, “one could ask the same of you, standing all tall and mad by the bar. holding me like that — are you insane? what if the team saw?” you shot back in a hushed voice.

you could see his brows twitch, whether it was in amusement, or distaste directed towards the man at the bar, you’ll never know. “i didn't like the way he was looking at you.” he says shortly.

your thighs twitch again around his hand. “as if you weren't looking at me the same way. you think you were being slick, huh? eyeing me up and down like that.” his eyes stop in their tracks on the paper.

you down the rest of your drink, parting you thighs enough for him to slide his hand up more — before tightly closing them again, denying him to move any further. “why don't we quite the act and get out of here? hm?” you mutter.

you down the rest of your drink, squeezing Aaron’s hand before pulling it from between your thighs and standing up with a deep breath. “well, i'm going to hit the hay, before i hit the hay in this booth.” you chuckle, palms leaning on the table. the team looks up at you, nodding and chuckling along.

“well, we’ll see you at the office tomorrow.” Morgan calls, without looking up from his phone — which you silently thank him for, as he isn't paying attention to the way Aaron is gripping your hips as you slide out of the booth in front of him. you nearly let out a sound as he pulls you flush against his lap for a split second, pressing his aching erecting against your core.

once you're free from the booth you look down at Hotchner, leaning against the table as you catch your breath a little. “hey, i think my bag is still in your car, can you unlock it for me?” you bat your lashes at him, good lord — if only you knew what that did to him.

he nods, taking a deep breath as he folds up the case file. “i’ll be right back.” he announces, sliding out from the booth. the three left in the booth barely acknowledge the words, waving the two of you off.

you chuckle to yourself, slowly walking out of the bar. a surprised squeak leaves you as you feel Aaron’s large hands grip your hips as he guides you out of the bar.

the cool air swirls along with the heat between the two of you, the cold metal of his car making you gasp against his lips as he presses you against the frame — eager hands trying to get a hold of every inch of your body.

you moan lowly against his lips, eagerly pulling his hips to roll against yours as he devours you. you lean away from the kiss for a second, catching your breath as you lean your head back against the car. Aaron let's you take a small break, his lips pressing urgent and bruising kisses against your throat — trailing to your collarbones that peak out from your dress shirt.

“shit - Aaron,” you pant, your hand tangled in his hair as he sucks rough bruises into the soft skin of your chest. he looks so unbelievably good — one hand gripping your hip as if his life depended on it, veins running up his hand — and the other resting beside your head as he leans against it, his sleeves rolled up, revealing those forearms you could stare at for days.

you gently tug on his hair, a low moan coming from him. he looks up from your chest, standing up fully as he captures your lips once more. an embarrassingly desperate sound leaves your lips, only to be swallowed down by his.

you desperately press a hand flat against his toned chest, tangling his tie with your fingers. he pulls away, ever so slightly, panting against your lips. “i'm going to lose it, if you don't take me home and fuck me so hard i forget his face.” you breathe against his lips — knowing exactly how much it’ll tick him off.

he grins against your lips, “get your ass in the car then,” a infuriating smirk on his lips. god, you wish you could fuck that smirk of his face for good..

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