#Aaron hotchner hc

[ddejavvu]

omg pls pls pls hotch x nerdy reader like everyone would think you’d be the perfect match with spencer, having the biggest love of reading and all things art, literature, sci-fi and all things nerdy but NOPE it’s hotch who catches your clumsy eyes and he wouldn’t have it any other way!

You're right in the middle of reading about the USS Enterprise's next big adventure when your novel is rudely whisked from your hands, and a strong arm wraps around your waist, yanking you back into a firm chest.

"You were going to fall down the stairs," A deep timbre comes from behind you, and you glance around bewilderedly to find yourself, in fact, at the entrance to the stairwell instead of the elevator. Evidently you'd been too engrossed in your reading to realize you'd gone past the elevator bay and into the stairwell, and you'd have fallen right down the concrete steps if it weren't for Aaron's help.

"Thanks." You stammer, struggling to free yourself from his tight grip, "Aaron- Hotch, lemme go. I'll pay attention from now on, just- don't let anyone see us."

"I don't care if anyone sees us right now. I care that you were so distracted that you almost fell blind down at least one set of stairs, if not seven." His eyes are stern as they regard you, but loving as the reason.

"I know! I know, I get too into it." You try prying your book from his hands but he flips your bookmark into place and tucks the pocket sized novel into his suit jacket lining, "Hey!"

"I'm confiscating this until you're back from the deli. You can have it back when you're sitting down at your desk."

"Agent Hotchner, that's hardly your right to take away a subordinate's property."

"It's my boyfriendly duty to make sure that my girlfriend doesn't plummet to her death with her nose in a book."

You're definitely stable on your feet now, and you try one more time to shimmy out of his hold to no avail, "Aaron! Someone's really going to see, come on."

"Promise me." He glares at you, a slight squinting of his eyes that makes you understand every single squirming unsub for their fear of him.

"Okay, okay! I promise." You nod vehemently, and he lets your waist go. You straighten your blazer, smoothing a hand down your trousers, "Now, can I please have my book back? I promise I won't read while walking anymore."

"You can have it back when you get back from the deli." He repeats, "You can pick it up from my office when you bring me a pastrami sandwich on rye."

"Pickles?"

"Extra. Here." Aaron fishes his wallet out of his pocket, handing you his card, "Get something we can split for dessert. And you'd better not have a backup novel hidden in your purse for the walk there."

For the record, you do, but Aaron's firm glare is enough to dissuade you from using it.

"I don't! I'll be back in twenty minutes." You promise Aaron, tucking his card into your pocket and entering the stairwell on purpose this time, "Be careful with my book!"

[criminalmindshyperfixation]

hotch waiting until the absolute last moment to tell someone that something is wrong while also being super casual about it.

hotch: *shakily sits down into one of the SUVs*

emily: you good?

hotch: *revealing a heavily bleeding bullet wound* yea i just dont wanna hit my head when i pass out

emily: omg how long have you had that??!

—

hotch: * in the calmest voice not even looking away from the road* you have to pull over i’m going to throw up

morgan: *trying not to crash the car* what!!?

—

penelope: hey hotch do you want another jelly?

hotch: no thanks garcia i’m actually allergic to strawberry

penelope: omg!! why didn’t you just not take it??

-

rossi: how’s everything with you aaron?

hotch: great, i’ve gotten a bunch of paper work done, jess is coming over for dinner, im having a panic attack, ive been thinking about buying some new shoes

rossi: wait what did you say?

hotch: i’ve been thinking about buying new shoes?

rossi: no before that?

hotch: i’m having a panic attack?

rossi: omg aaron can’t you ask for help like a regular person??

[notsopersonalcharlie]

hotch with a bubbly younger reader who brings him to a concert and he’s just standing beside her watching, bobbing his head to the beat of the songs he’s heard a million times because she loves the artist and then that one song comes on that she always says is about them and she just grabs him and hugs him and forces him to dance and he can’t help but smile and dance with her, twirling her around in the aisles because she’s her and she’s grinning and he loves her

[mariasont]

hotch hcs about what he likes to read ?

i think he, realistically, maybe, reads a lot of nonfiction. history, political memoirs, legal philosophy, military biographies. because he is just a man who loves some context. he needs to understand why the world is the way it is, and more specifically, how it got that way. and not light reading either. i'm talkin books that are 800 pages and have subtitles like the decline of empires and the fall of western thought: a reflection in twelve acts type shit.

and this is not necessarily out of egooooo (even tho he is smart and knows it), but more because he likes to see how systems are built and why they fall apart. he wants the why. the structures, the failures, everything in the middle. and i feel like he also needs it to be grounded in real experience. he likes when authors go into personal reflections like not just what a policy did but also how it affected and made people feel. give him a war memoir with letters home in the margins and he is locked innnnn.

his nightstand i can imagine has things like team of rivals, the guns of august, maybe something by hannah arendt that's he's been reading for six months but refuses to give up on.

also i just know he read the art of war in law school and hated every second of it. like u know he skimmed it once sleep-deprived and immediately clocked it as outdated strategy repackaged as masculine posturing. he thinks quoting it in meetings is a red flag. he 100% judges people 4 it and he's right.

but honestly, he probably doesn't read that often unfortunately, not with his work schedule. he doesn't get to just sit down with a book the way he wants to (domestic hotch be still my heart). maybe once a week. probably less.

so i think he probably listens to podcast on political theory or foreign policy or ethics in law enforcement while getting ready or sitting in traffic. i alsooooooooooooo think he has subscriptions to news outlets he reads on his phone at night (in the era of iphone ok ok) like a little 1950s man with a paper and a whiskey (but it's just a glass of water and a neck ache)

[revee-nyardil]

"surface pressure" from encanto is such an Aaron Hotchner coded song. At least my interpretation of him. Like "I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service" "Who am I if I can't run with the ball/carry it all?" "Watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks" The whole song about pretending to be strong while inwardly cracking? "No cracks no breaks, no mistakes" just so very Hotch

[magnoliabutters]

SWEET, LITTLE WISHES

pairing: aaron hotchner x wife!reader

warnings: 18+ content, mdni; over stimulation, choking, sex toys, penetration, nipple play, lots of talk of hotch’s killer smile, sucking of appendages, etc.

inspiration: @chestharrington’s lazy ghoul's kinktober → week two: sex toys

word count: ~2.6k

note: how come I'm falling in love with a gif rn 💕 welcome to kinky dinky week dos!

You know what he does is important. You know that he is incredible at his job, that he simply cannot be replaced... but Halloween is your favorite holiday. He could be gone for Christmas - hell, even your birthday.

Hotch and Halloween go together.

It's the day you fell in love with him. Because of him, you love the orange, brown, and red. You love the chill in the air, the sweaters, the costumes. You love the incredible excuse to rewatch all your favorite scary movies.

You love the weather. The grey clouded skies, because those are only acceptable during fall. You loved to see Jack and Hotch in their matching costumes each year...

It's days like this when you are filled with regret for wanting your husband to come home instead of saving people.

But do you really have to feel bad? The man is intoxicating. His honey eyes that leave you in a trance. That beaming smile that makes you weak in the knees. His body, so perfectly fit and bulging in all the right areas.

You bite your lip over the thought of his hands around your waist. The thought of him pulling you back onto his cock, thrusting you on and on until you both came all over each other. Only then would he refer to you as his wife, when you were just his whore.

Quickly reaching across the bed, you grab your phone and call your husband. The dialing tones give you enough time to scramble open the side table and grab your pink rabbit vibrator. Your heart flutters once wrapping your fingers around its base. He's going to love this. You click it on sending vibrations down your legs. He's going to love -

"This is SSA Aaron Hotchner. Please leave a message-"

"Damn it," you grumble as your brows pinch together and your hands crash at your sides. You have to remind yourself, over and over, that what he's doing is important. You don't get to feel frustrated or upset. It's not like he's out late drinking beer with his buddies. No, he's saving lives.

And you're just here, in your bed, with a husband shaped hole beside you.

The fluttering of the rabbit's ears against your inner thigh is enough to sustain your desires. You take a deep inhale through your nostrils before digging your head back into the pillow with defeat.

You wish it was his tongue flicking against your thighs. His hands hooked harshly against your hips, holding you right where he wants you. His sweet lips flush against your own. You can feel the blood buzzing in your body. The perk of your nipples as your chest rises with each breath.

Never has a man had control of you, like Hotch does. Luck is on your side. You don't even have to think of anyone else while you pleasure yourself. The only regret you have is that he isn't here to see you, to hear you.

Your eyes close as you lightly rest the vibrator against your clit. A gasp escapes you as the, all too familiar, light-headed feeling returns. The sensation euphoric, especially when paired with the thought of his sweet smile between your legs. Those Hershey chocolate eyes gleaming back at you.

You wish his cock was pressing into the side of your thigh. That his hand was guiding his thick head and separating your lips. That he gathers you slick, teasing you by slightly bouncing in and out of your hole. Making little, firm circles around your opening - forcing a soft squeal from your lips.

You wish you could feel his hot breath against your neck. To hear him whisper ungodly things into your ear as he fucks you silly from behind. To feel him bury himself into you. To hear that deep, moan of a sigh as he bottoms out inside you. To feel his hands grip onto harder and harder with each rut of his hips.

You click to add another level of intensity, just enough to send sparkles down your legs and to the tips of your toes. Your eyes are still closed as you rush a sweaty hand through your hair. Still, strands lay caught into the purse of your lips as you allow the hums of pleasure to leave you.

"I got your call, but had a little something better in mind."

Your eyes shoot open as you land an open hand at your chest. You gather the slack of the sheets against your bare chest and let go of the toy that now vibrates your mattress. "Shit!" you whisper into a scream. You take a deep breath, trying to slow that pounding heart beat of yours.

There he rests, arms crossed on his chest and a shoulder leaning against the doorway. His glowing smile pulled to the right as he rakes over your barely covered body.

"At least tell me you were thinking of me..." Hotch whispers as he takes a step into your bedroom.

With a shake of your head, the blush spreads across your cheeks. You bite your lip before taking in another harsh breath. "You scared me. You said you weren't going to make it for Halloween." You tilt your head to the right, taking in the sight with a sour puss on your lips.

"I made arrangements. Had someone special to see tonight," he says with a tight lip. He gently lands against the foot of the bed. He extends a hand beneath the sheets to gently rub up your ankle and calf. "Oh, don't stop on my accord, baby. Just as long as my name is on those lips."

You lick your lips, trying desperately to keep a smile away. His hands slowly creep to your thighs. The sensation forces you to hold your breath. Your body screams while your skin turns into a sizzling, hot mess.

But Hotch's eyes remain on you. Those glowing brown eyes and that beaming smile. He knows every facet of your body, every single detail. He knows where to touch you to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. Where to touch you to make your legs turn into a pile of mush, and yet tighten them so close together that he can barely move between them.

“Always…” you breathe out as you lean back onto your pillow once more.

His hands follow the heat right to your sensitive bits. His fingers guide over the inside of your thighs. Your head becomes dazy as you furrow your brows together. “Mmm, and who do you have helping you today?" he asks as he reaches for the toy between your legs. "Oo, my favorite.”

“Your favorite?” you giggle out as you look down at his gentle eyes. "You have a favorite?"

Hotch smiles as he slowly pulls the cloth away from your bare legs. The pink of his lips land against the smooth of your skin as he makes his way up to your knee. He whispers, "Yes, I have favorites." Another kiss and he begins to climb his body over yours. "This one, in particular, makes you cum all sweet for me. I swear, I can hear your entire body convulsing through the phone."

You scoff, digging your canine straight into the meat of your bottom lip. "Oh, you wish," you mock. Your brow raises just before rolling your eyes and shaking your head softly.

His fingers reach your chin, pulling you back to look right into him. "I do wish," he whispers. His grip between his thumb and index finger tightens as he drags you towards his lips. "I wish you wouldn't stop. I wish you'd let me help you."

Your mouth slightly parts as you lean your weight into his grasp. Your own hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. "You can do more than help me," you murmur, before flipping your hair and exposing the nape of your neck. A seductive smirk thick across your cheeks.

Hotch bites the edge of his lips, taking in a quick inhale through his nostrils. "Tempting," he utters with a cock of his head. In a smooth, quick movement, he presses those fluttering ears back against your clit. Your breath escapes you, taking in a sharp gasp that forces you to straighten your back. The sheets slide off of you with little to no effort.

"Sit back, relax, and let me take care of my wife."

He guides the base of the toy at your opening. He clicks the bottom button, creating a circular motion that massages your hole. Your chin lifts to the sky as your hands fall from his neck and into a scrunch of sheets by your side.

"Look how wet my pretty girl is," Hotch whispers as the sound your slick smacks against the pink silicone. He moves his body beside you. His leg hooked into yours, holding your legs wide open. He breathes a cold breath against your clit before pressing the toy against you once more.

His other hand cups your breast. His fingers tighten around your nipples, creating a sharp and exhilarating energy to flow throughout your body. He then moves his gentle hands to rest against your ribcage as his lips tighten around your tits.

Hotch presses the toy thick against your heat once more. Its head makes it way within which drops a gasp from your mouth. "Let me hear that beautiful voice," he demands in a mumble against your nipple.

Your hand pushes into your hair as you arch your back, pushing your chest further into his mouth. Fuck, you never wanted him to stop. Never did you imagine him coming home early, but you are eternally grateful. He slides the toy inside you ever so slowly, following the lead of your relaxing, tight walls.

You mewl over the sensation. Your hips begin to rut ever so softly against his body. Little, light twitches that guide his firm grasp onto the toy. He pushes it into you, bottoming out within as you lay there gasping for breath.

"Don't stop," you whisper breathlessly.

"Never."

Hotch gently pulls the toy back as it runs thin circles against your walls. Your eyelashes begin to flutter as your body tightens, desperate to curl into itself, but he holds you open. He holds you open and ready for him. This is just the beginning, just a taste of what's to come.

All you know is that you are his and he will do what he pleases with you.

He tilts his head to you, smashing his supple lips against yours. Your hand rushes to the back of his head, pulling him in - no amount was close enough. Your tongues tangle within themselves. Devilish sounds fall from both your lips as you devour each other.

You kick your leg around his back, pulling him into you. Hotch digs the toy deeper within, forcing a harsher stimulation to your clit. It pushes you to the border of ecstasy and overstimulation. Luckily for you, he knows your body so well that he understands exactly where the line lies. He knows how to hold you there, bouncing back and forth before throwing you off the cliff and into a climax that could paralyze you.

He pushes the toy into you in steady pulses. You can feel your legs shaking, wanting nothing more than to quiver against each other. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, holding you right where he wants you.

Instinctually, your hands reach for his cock. A hand harsh and thick against his hardening dick. You dig your hand into your pants, causing him to pull from your kiss and breathe you in with a shuddering gasp. Your fingers easily dig into the soft cloth of his boxers before gently playing with his balls.

"You first," Hotch grunts out as he quickens his movements in and out of you. You bite into his lips, dragging him closer to you. "Just as long as you're next," you purr, pulling away to stare into those sweet eyes. His balls soft as they roll over the insides of your fingers and palm.

His mouth perks into a smile as he breathes you in once more. His mouth flush against your own as he pumps you firmly and steady. Each thrust, each circulating movement, each vibrating burst pushes you closer and closer to the rubber band in your stomach snapping.

Hotch's hand finds its way at your neck, his index finger and thumb pressing ever so lightly against the sides of your carotid. The light headed feeling causes you to see stars. Your breath hitches as you gulp in with each powerful thrust.

"Hotch," you mewl as your entire body hardens beneath him. You push your hips harshly against his own. Your nails dig into the base of his scalp, gathering as much hair as possible before crashing him against your lips once again. This time your kisses are bites, leading with your tongue and teeth as you take all of him in.

With a swift movement, you pull Hotch atop of you. His hand still wrapped tightly around the toy's handle, pulsating thrusts within you so deep that you can feel his fingers against your soaking flesh. His hips grind against your own, moving at the same rapid rhythm as his ruts.

He hovers over you with eyes glued and a smile growing with each passing second. The way he looks at you sends butterflies to your chest. A fluttering feeling of love that makes you feel like you could float.

Hotch’s hand sits at your cheek, a thumb grazing over your skin. He leans in, but pauses just before your lips meet. The tension is electrifying. You could feel the static between you both. Before you another second passes, he gently lowers himself and kisses you with the very vibrant passion you’ve come to love.

His movements continue, fast and rapid, as you struggle to hold on - not wanting any of this to stop. Your toes begin to curl. Your knees dig into his side, tightening around him. His thumb finds it way to your lips, dragging across before dipping into your mouth. You suck against him, holding him tight between your teeth.

Hotch presses his forehead against you. His breath hot against your skin. His arm moving quickly and swift. Your lashes begin to flutter as you feel your word shaking and crumbling around you.

“Oh God,” you whisper as your nails dig into his shoulder blade. He winced against you, but digs into his hips. One more of click and the vibrations flutter faster and faster against your clit. You can feel your skin prickle across your body. Your back arches to the heavens as your flooded with oxytocin.

“Hotch, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

“That’s right, baby. Let me hear it. Let me hear that sweet, little mouth.”

“Aaron!” you shout as your walls clench around the toy. You shudder into yourself, closing off as Hotch buries himself with kisses into the nape of your neck. “Yes, baby. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You moan out, thrusting into the sky with each convulse of your orgasm.

Your legs grow weak, barely able to move and practically trembling. Hotch brushes the hair from your face, watching as you take shuddering breaths while shaking beneath him. “Mmm, this one’s definitely my favorite,” he whispers before landing light kisses against your eyelids.

You groan, pulling him tight against your chest as you hook your legs around his. “Why do you still have clothes on?” you whine. “I’m leaving that part for you. I remember that’s your favorite,” he teases.

“Yes please,” you utter as you dig your fingers against the leather of his belt. “Hm, we could use this - like last time.”

“Naughty girl.”

notes: yummmmmmyyyyyy, never thought being hotch's wife would come with so many benefits 🤤

coming up next sunday → week three: anonymous sex with eddie munson

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[agentmel]

I love the idea that when Hotch gets so tired (or in pain like in this one), the BAU team just takes free reign to manhandle him into their care as they lovingly please

[op1umeyes]

IM GONNA LITERALLY GO CRAZY IM MANIFESTINF THIS

soft jack and aaron you say? how about them buying you a mother’s day gift and youre all surprised because this is the first time that they both acknowledged you as jack’s mom 🥹🥺

i’m so soft over jack embracing you as his mom 🥹

♡ it’s the week before mother’s day and aaron and jack are acting so sneaky!!

♡ but you have no idea what’s going on. you don’t even suspect anything because the fact that mother’s day is approaching has completely slipped your mind.

♡ but even if it was on your mind, you still wouldn’t suspect anything cause jack has yet to call you mom.

♡ which of course is totally okay with you and you’re willing to wait as long as the kid needs!! if he ever does!

♡ so whenever you see jack whisper something in aaron’s ear, making him smile, while they both think you can’t see them steal looks from you, and then giggling as he’s walking away you’re like hmmm 🤔

♡ but you still have no idea!!!

♡ aaron got so emotional when jack brought it up :(

♡ it was monday and aaron went to pick him up from school!

♡ jack was holding two cards in his hands!! that he made all by himself! and he was so proud to show his dad!!

♡ “daddy look!” he ran towards him holding the cards up in the air so aaron could see them. “we made cards at school for mother’s day, so i made two! one for mommy and one for y/n! do you like them?”

♡ “they’re beautiful, jack,” he said with a sweet smile. “come on,” he offered his hand to him.

♡ but before he started the car he wanted to speak with him about it.

♡ “jack, do you want y/n to be your mom?”

♡ “isn’t she?” he asked confused, and his reaction caused a surprised smile to appear on aaron’s face.

♡ “i mean, i guess she is. you just…you’ve never called her mom before, so i didn’t know how you felt about it.”

♡ “i love her and i think she is my mom like mommy is. she holds me when i can’t sleep, and reads to me stories before bed, we cook together my favorite foods, and she always calls me her baby,” he said, the words “her baby" followed by his giggles.

♡ “do you think she would be mad if i called her my mom too?”

♡ “of course not, buddy. she has told me that she will be the happiest woman in the world if you do.”

♡ jack’s smile in response finally broke aaron and he couldn’t help it so he started crying :((

♡ which made jack so worried that he did something wrong. “daddy, why are you sad?”

♡ “i’m not crying because i’m sad, buddy. i’m crying because i can’t believe how happy you and mom make me”

♡ jack gives him his biiiiiiiiggest hug after this <333

♡ and aaron drops the idea that before they go home they should go shopping!! and buy you more gifts!!! because they love spoiling you and you deserve it :))

♡ so they call you and tell you that they’ll spend the rest of the day as a father and son while being very sneaky 😏

♡ “jack needs some stuff for school and we thought we’d make a day out of it,” he says to you on the phone while looking at jack with his serious™️ face and jack is covering his mouth with his hands so you won’t hear his laughs over the phone!

♡ at some point during that day, aaron thinks it’s the perfect moment to let jack know that he’s thinking of asking you to marry him!!!!!! 🤗🤗

♡ and jack gets SO EXCITED!!! and starts asking him a million questions about the wedding or how he’s going to ask you, but aaron is way too happy to be bothered by them 😌🤭

♡ they bring you snacks on their way home <33 and jack runs into his room to hide your presents before you have the chance to see them while aaron distracts you with a kiss!!

♡ when the day finally comes you’re woken up with many cuddles, your gifts and pancakes in bed!!!!

♡ jack kisses your cheeks and yells (way too loud for 8am but you love him so it’s okay) “happy mother’s day, mom! i love you so much!”

♡ you’re so surprised 🥺 and emotional 🥹

♡ so you start crying and thank him for the lovely gifts!!

♡ “are these happy tears, like daddy’s?” he asks when he sees you crying.

♡ “of course they are, my baby! i’ve never been happier than i am right now.”

♡ you open your gifts and they both stare at you like 👁👁 to see your reaction!! and of course you love them all <333

♡ so you bring both of them in your arms and you share a group hug 🥰🥰

♡ aaron wipes your tears away with his thumb and gives you a sweet kiss, which jack cringes at and asks you to stop 💀💀 lmfao

♡ you whisper “i love you" to aaron and he replies even more softly that you’re the love of his life <333

♡ the three of you spend the day together!! you visit haley’s grave too, which was really emotional, because you all talked to her and also gave her the news that you’re jack’s mom too now 🥹

♡ the day ends with the three of you all cuddled up on the couch watching cartoons and eating popcorn with big smiles on your faces, content with your little family 🥹💖💗💝💓💘💕

[kiwriteswords]

Aaron "South Paw" Hotchner 1/?

[ddejavvu]

hotch x new recruit! reader where it's SO obvious to everyone in the team that she's just so in love and enamoured with hotch. it gets worse when the team go out drinking to celebrate after a case, and she's an affectionate drunk who just wants to sit in hotch's lap 🤭

"I just need to rest my eyes." You swear, your head feeling like a stone sinking in a lake as you press your forehead into the steady plane of Hotch's shoulder.

"You need to rest your arm," Emily laughs, reaching out to take your drink from your hand, "Slow down with the booze, sleepyhead."

"I'm not tired." You insist, lips brushing the rough fabric of Aaron's polo shirt, "I'm- I told you, I'm resting my eyes."

"That's what my mom used to say before she'd start snoring," Reid recalls with a slight smirk, one that's almost out of place on his soft features.

"That's parent-code for 'I don't want my kids to bother me while I'm napping'." Rossi agrees, raising one of your hands and watching it drop, "Face it, kid, you're smashed."

You roll your eyes with a heaving sign that teenage Penelope Garcia would have envied, raising your spinning head to look up at Hotch. You're closer than you've ever been to him, nearly face-to-face as he peers down at you where you rest on his shoulder, but you don't notice above your ire.

"They're making fun of me."

"They are." Hotch nods, a rare smile on his face as he tries not to laugh, "I think it's because you're tipping over into my lap."

"Fine. Fine!" You struggle to straighten yourself, but you lead with your upper half that's pitched towards Hotch. You slide over the bench and hoist yourself onto one of Hotch's legs, barely able to manage even that with the table in your way. It's a tight squeeze, but it earns you a round of laughter as Aaron's hands come up to brace whatever fall you're about to throw yourself into.

"Hey- hey!" Morgan gestures to his own lap, "This seat is open too, you know. Why are you all cuddled up with the boss man?"

"Because he's not laughing at me." You huff haughtily, but Aaron's face is nestled gently into the curve of your spine to hide his snickering, "He loves me- he doesn't think I'm drunk!"

"Right." Aaron flounders, a little on the nose, "Of course not." he recovers, drawing in a deep breath for composure, "On an unrelated note, Y/N, you should let me drive you home. I think you'd like the music I listen to."

"Okay." You nod, attempting to spin your head 180 degrees to look at him where you're uncomfortably perched in his lap, "Can we get ice cream on the way?"

"Of course." Hotch nods, patting a firm hand against your hip, one that prompts you to slump further against him, "And if you keep your seatbelt on the whole ride, I'll get you two scoops."

[criminalmindshyperfixation]

i cannot stress enough how i can imagine hotch excusing himself, disappearing for a bit coming back and when asked he just says:

“just a panic attack, im ok,”

and he does this a few times before the team finally starts to pick up on the signs. the problem is hotch’s panic attacks are deadly silent. so if you’re not looking at him you can’t tell. he’ll just excuse himself under the guise of going to the bathroom will only mention it if he’s questioned.

the only tell tale sign that anything has happened with be the redness in his eyes. they always get red when he cries.

like mentioned he’ll NEVER tell any of the team as it’s happening unless he’s asked. he can’t burden them like that, or distract them and it’s not very professional to put that on them as their boss. he will tell them if they ask tho because he believes in openness like that. if they weren’t willing to take on a burden they wouldn’t ask.

[phefics]

You posted those pictures of spencer and now I wonder how each of the Criminal Minds guys would do oral. I DON'T KNOW IF I WRITE

i think u sent this without finishing lol ?? but i hope u like these lil hcs <33

aaron hotchner gives head the way he does all things — with his whole chest, totally determined, never giving up. he loves to sink down between your thighs and make you cum with a mixture of his tongue and fingers before he fucks you, making sure you’re nice and wet for his cock.

derek morgan wouldn’t say he gets much pleasure from giving head, but he is gonna do it enthusiastically. he sees it as worshipping your body and a fun bit of foreplay before he fucks you. he likes to talk during sex a lot, so having his mouth occupied is a little inconvenient, lol.

spencer reid should hate eating pussy, being such a germaphobe, but he really loves it actually. he knows anatomy very well, so even if he’s inexperienced he can find all the right places. he would just bury his face and stay there as long as it takes for you to be completely spent.

[mariasont]

omgggg please more sugar daddy hotch if you've got it

teeheeee i love sugar daddy hotch ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

so sugar daddy hotch is in deeeeep denial. like he'll say "you don't need to spend your own money on that" and think he's just being practical, not understanding that he's literally just full-time sponsoring your life like a freshly divorced billionaire with something to prove

he's not flashy about it, there's no "baby go pick something out" moment, but he will get your tires rotated, your prescriptions filled, and your moisturizer reordered before you even realize you're running low. you'll go to buy something and he'll say "already handled." erm handled by who, aaron??

he calls it "taking care of you," and if you ever even joke about being his sugar baby he'll look mildly scandalized, like "that's not what this is." and okay well then explain the $200 boots you bought me because "my other ones looked uncomfortable"

and vice versa if you ever actually call him your sugar daddy in front of him, he'll just give you that tiny smirk, raised brow combo and say something like "don't start with that." which means: yes, he heard it. yes. he likes it. no. he will never admit that out loud.

he never actually asks for anything in return, which makes it worse. because now you're sitting there with your rent paid, skincare stocks, fridge full of groceries he "just picked up," and you're like "do i owe you sex or am i just in love with you and it's mutual and horrifying??"

and god forbid you try to buy him something. he'll be like "that's unnecessary." sir. you pay my utilities. let me get you a mug. let me have this. please.

and you just know he tracks it. probably has a whole little mental spreadsheet of your sizes, preferences, brands you like, the shade name of your lipstick, your favorite perfume, the exact model of headphones you use so he can replace them the moment they start acting up. no man should be this observant. he's terrifying.

it's not that he thinks he owns you. it's that he loves you, but he doesn't know how to say it all the time, so he wraps it in practicality and slides his card across the table while muttering "you shouldn't have to worry about this."

and honestly. yeah. you don't. because he's already taken care of it. and now he's driving you home. and he already picked up dinner. and he made you tea. and he's not a sugar daddy. he's just aaron. and you are doomed. respectfully.

[knoxic]

canon.

(come on we all saw that scene in season 1 of him and Haley on the couch... he is adorable)

i will spend the rest of my life writing silly goofy guy aaron hotchner bc he is a softie when he's in love and as much as i adore when he's rough and possessive he's also an adorable dummy that makes his partner giggle during sex

[chats-with-s-and-m]

“How am I a whore?”

WELL. SINCE YOU ASKED MR. FBI-POSTER-BOY, I PRESENT MY CASE.

*Puts glasses on*

Upon encountering a cute woman you go from wearing long sleeve crew necks to short-sleeved-open-necked GRAY (because you know what grey does to us) thin t-shirts. (You slut)

Next, YOUR VERSION—MR. TAKE-YOUR-TIE-OFF-FOR-ONCE-IN-YOUR-LIFE—OF DRESSING UP IS NOT WEARING ONE (a tie) AND UNDOING THE BUTTON ON YOUR SHIRT.

(Whore behavior if I’ve ever seen it. Am I rite?)

I SEE THAT V-NECK! Hmm… Interesting that you started wearing such…revealing…clothing only AFTER you are interested in a cute girl. (Gigolo)

In conclusion, Mr. Spock, your version of dressing up is showing skin. Note the significant amount of neck showing above. (Forgive my generalization for the sake of humor) THATS SOMETHING ONLY WHORES DO!

(How much for an hour? OR PUT IT AWAY BEFORE SOMEONE—ME—BITES IT . You slut)

Love BITES,

-⋁∧𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖆∧⋁

[allisluv]

Emily prentiss x single mom!reader, Emily introducing her new gf reader and her kid to the team?

meet the family -- e.p

summary: emily introduces you and your daughter, verity, to the team.

pairing: emily prentiss x single mom!reader

word count: 1.1k

content warnings: derek being a lovable menace and interrogating reader but he's just worried for emily! apart from that, i don't think there is anything else but if there is, just lmk! <3

author's note: thinking about turning this into a series so feel free to send in as many scenarios for these two as you'd like! <3

when emily tells you that she wants to introduce you to her friends from work, you're nervous, to say the least. you've heard great things about the bau— not only are they damn good at their job, they also treat each other like family.

you're sure they're lovely people, honest, but part of you wonders just how nice they will be when they find out you have a daughter. you've been going out with emily for the better part of six months, and while she has been nothing but supportive of you being a single mother, that doesn't mean everyone else will be as understanding.

over the last four years, you've faced a lot of backlash about being a single mother. in fact, you had started to give up hope altogether on finding someone new. people do not like to take someone on when they have priorities or "baggage", as one man called it. you were debating taking down your tinder profile when emily messaged you— and boy were you glad she did.

"relax, my love," emily soothes, resting her hand on your thigh as she focuses on the long stretch of road ahead. "it's just dinner. and i promise they don't bite. well, derek might, but he's all talk and i'll kick him in the balls if i have to."

you laugh, wiping your clammy palms down the front of your black blouse. "are you sure i look alright? i feel stupid in this skirt."

before emily can get a word in, verity pipes up from the backseat. "you look pretty, mommy."

you meet her eye in the rear view mirror and smile. her words settle your nerves ever so slightly. "thank you, honey."

"see?" emily quirks a brow. "verity knows her stuff, don't you, v?"

verity is too busy playing with her barbie dolls to give emily a proper answer, but she hums her agreement, which is good enough. emily brings your hand up to her mouth and presses soft kisses to your knuckles, something that she's learnt over the last few months that soothes you.

emily holds your hand, verity holding your other, as you walk into the restaurant. it's buzzing with life, and it's warm, which makes a change to the bitter cold outside.

you hear someone call emily's name, and your heart sinks into a pit in your stomach. as if she can sense your anxiety— and lets be real, she's a profiler, so she more than likely can— she squeezes your hand and leans down to kiss your forehead. "that's jj."

a blonde with bangs pulls emily into a hug as the rest of the team stand to their feet. before you have time to back out of the situation altogether, a woman with orangey-red hair squeals and envelopes you in her arms. "i'm penelope!"

"hi!" you giggle, placing a hand over your chest in an effort to keep your heart from beating so fast. you give her your name and she compliments you on how pretty you are. "thank you," you laugh.

as you go around the table, learning everyone's names-- david and jj and aaron and spencer and the infamous derek-- you feel a tug on your arm. verity's hiding behind your legs and you hoist her onto your hip, not caring who's watching. she winds her chubby arms around your neck, and buries her face into your blouse.

"who've we got here?" spencer smiles, trying to catch verity's eye.

you look to emily for help and she places a reassuring hand on your lower back. "this is my girlfriend, and her daughter, verity."

for a minute no one says anything, and you debate running back out the front door and away from the prying eyes. you swallow the lump in your throat as emily's thumb traces soothing patterns against your lower back.

aaron cracks a tiny smile, something that looks to be a rare occurrence, and puts his hands on his hips. "it's nice to meet you, verity. how old are you?" verity pulls her face away from where it's buried in your blouse for just long enough to hold up four small fingers. "i have a son, jack, who's just a little bit older than you! he's five! maybe next time i could bring him and the two of you could play together? how does that sound?"

verity flails her legs about, a sign that she wants to be let down. you oblige, and she stands by your side, gripping your hand like a vice. "does jack like superheroes?"

aaron grins. "he does indeed."

verity juts her chin out. "then it's a date."

the team erupt into laughter and derek mutters something fondly about how jack will have his work cut out with this one.

emily pulls your chair out and you sit down, offering your girlfriend a smile in return. she sits beside you and verity makes herself comfortable in the chair on your other side. "i couldn't find a babysitter on such short notice, i'm sorry."

spencer dismisses you with a wave of his hand. "don't be. 66% of babysitters are between the ages of 11 to 13 anyway. did you know that?"

you smile. emily had filled you in about spencer’s rambling. while some people found it annoying, you found it endearing. “i didn’t know that."

derek leans across the table, using his elbows to prop himself up. "so..." he says to you. "what are your intentions with emily?" penelope whacks him across the back of the head. "what? it's a simple question!"

your face flushes scarlet. emily takes your hand under the table. "well, my intentions with emily are strictly confidential, if you know what i mean." you bat your lashes and rest your chin in the palm of your hand. you cover verity's ears. "does that answer your question or do you need the nitty gritty details of our sex life, too?"

jj bursts into a fit if giggles, aaron almost chokes on his red wine and derek ducks his head to hide his embarrassed smile.

"she's fiery," david notes. "i can see why you like her, em."

"well, i'm in love with emily," you announce. "and, unfortunately for you guys, i'm in it for the long haul, so you're stuck with me." you catch derek's eye from over the rim of your cocktail glass. "have you got a problem with that?"

derek tongues the inside of his cheek, smiles, and shakes his head. "not at all. i hope you don't mind me being rude, i was just seeing if you could hold your own, that's all. no hard feelings?"

you shake his hand across the table. "no hard feelings."

emily lets go of your hand to fold her arms across her chest. "im glad the air is cleared between the two of you, but if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i will castrate you."

"is that a threat?" derek muses.

"no," emily says, slipping her hand into yours. "It's a promise."