#aaron answers asks

[the-whispers-of-death]

Hey you!

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EEP! Hello, welcome back to my blog!

How are you doing?

[hoe4hotchner]

I just feel like hotch and reader would have a ritual when he gets home from a work trip. You’d take off his jacket carefully, and then his tie, lean up to place a kiss to his cheek. While puts his stuff away you fix him a lil drink and meet him in the living room with it where you settle on his lap and he just is happy to hold you for a while, all the happiness you provide him melting away the stress and worry of the job 🥹

i'm crying, are you crying? this is so cute. I just want to open all my windows and scream! 🥹😭 Also it got a little longer than anticipated - given that it's only 300 ish words

           The door creaked open softly, and you smiled to yourself as Hotch stepped inside, looking worn out from his latest case. His eyes softened the moment they landed on you, a quiet relief in his gaze. You knew the routine by heart now, a small tradition that felt like comfort to the both of you.

           You approached him, fingers reaching for his jacket, carefully sliding it off his broad shoulders. It was warm from his body, you hung it up neatly by the door, the weight of it somehow symbolic of the long day he’d had. When you turned back, his eyes were still on you, soft and filled with something unspoken, something gentle.

           Next came his tie. You loosened the knot with a practiced ease, slipping it from around his neck and putting it aside. Leaning up, you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, and you felt the tension in his shoulders begin to lessen.

           “I’ll get a drink,” you murmured, giving him a small smile before heading to the kitchen while he put his things away. You knew just what he liked after these trips, a glass of scotch with those tiny little rocks you'd bought to keep his drink cold without watering it down. When you returned to the living room, Hotch had already sunk into his favorite chair, looking a bit lighter than when he’d walked through the door.

           You handed him the glass, and without a word, slid into his lap, nestling against him like it was second nature. His arms came around you instantly, pulling you close as he let out a deep, contented sigh. His chin rested gently against your head, his hand slowly tracing small circles on your hip.

           “Missed you,” he whispered, his voice a low whisper as he took a sip of the drink.

           You snuggled deeper into him, feeling the last of the tension melt away from his body as he held you close.

[hardlyinteresting]

Can I get "stop being so pretty, it hurts" with hotch and a drunk reader ?

Perfect

Day Six of the #MarchHotchness event. Find the other days HERE Thank you to @hotchfiles for creating this event 💕

I did a pole and most of you seemed okay with using this request to fill the daily prompt. The ideas were already so similar in my head, that it made sense to do it this way. (I have two more requests in my inbox, I have been working on them. I've been really busy with work lately, so I'm playing a bit of catch-up here! They should be out soon though!)

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The smell of cheap vodka lingers. The taste mixes with the flavour of your cherry chapstick. Around you the room spins; your vision is unfocused, but your laughter bubbles as you move through the kaleidoscope of lights and colours. It's been too long since you've been able to spend a night this carefree. 

You hips can't help but sway to the beat as your feet carry you with uncoordinated steps back to the table. Tripping over your own shoes sends you careening towards the floor, but you're spared the fate by a set of familiar hands. 

“Careful,” his voice is steady and even as he helps you to stand up straight once more. His palm is warm at the small of your back as he guides you over to where your friends are sitting. The world around you goes quiet. In this moment you think you'd follow him anywhere. Unquestionably safe, and entirely blissful by his side. It's perfection.

“I think it might be time to go home,” compared to his speech, your words are mumbled and slightly slurred. Your mouth struggles to keep up with your mind. Or maybe the other way around? 

“Then let's head home,” Aaron agrees easily. 

Your eyes stay fixed on him as he collects your purse and your coat for you. He moves with purpose. Calculating with each motion to complete the task as quickly and efficiently as possible. He has no desire to leaving you standing on your own longer than necessary. Ever the gentleman, the perfect man. 

“Thank you,” you smile, leaning into him after he's draped your coat over your shoulders. Your bag is still in his hand, the other rests on your hip. 

He's perfection; The slope of his nose. It's almost  impossible not to want to trace it with your finger. The line of his brow line, and the cut of his jaw leave you nearly always caught in awe of him. With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you think he's far more handsome now than the day you met him. “Stop being so pretty. It hurts” 

“It hurts?” He asks, waving goodbye to the team as he leads you towards the door. He's teasing you, a smile playing at his lips. Beneath the playful tone you hear the trace of his concern. Upset by the very thought of you any less than perfectly content.

“Oof,” you huff with a laugh, “quit blinding me with the smile handsome” 

Your giggling only makes him smile more. Perfect.

[hotchs-big-hands]

may you write a lil blurb or tiny lil paragraph about hotch x innocent!Reader? and maybe the plot is like… they are on the plan comin back from a case and while they are on the plane morgan makes a sexual joke but the reader dosent get it so botch explains it? and he gets kinda turned on after realizing her innocence.

YASSSSS ohmygodddddddddddd Aaron is gonna feel like the biggest fucking pervert when he realises just how innocent you are.

Like, as usual Derek is discussing something to do with "getting lucky tonight" at the bar everyone was going to. While the others reacted to whatever he was saying, giving their own thoughts on the topic, you sit there mostly drowning out the conversation. Admittedly, you... don't have the most experience with that sort of stuff and tend to avoid talking about it if you can help it. But then he directly addresses you, startling you. You're sitting at the table on the jet, Derek and Reid opposite you whilst your boss sits quietly at your side. You blink and look at the cheekily grinning man and raise a brow.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Say, you ever got a pearl necklace, huh?" He asks you. There's a gasp from nearby; either Emily or JJ. You squint a little.

"Uhm... I don't really wear that kinda jewelry." You say. His eyes widen, and even Reid has to bite his lip to refrain from making a noise. Then Derek let's out a surprised release of air from his nose, eerily much like a laugh and it only causes your confusion to grow.

"Oh damn, she really is innocent! That's real cute~"

"What? Derek, explain!" You cry, but he shakes his head and excuses himself from the table, still chuckling and shaking his head to himself.

You make a little sound, slightly frustrated. And so you turn to your unit chief, who sits stiffly beside you. He glances at you, feeling your intent stare.

"Will you at least tell me what joke I'm missing out on?" You plead quietly, body turned towards him. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat.

"Uh, I don't know if..."

You scowl.

"Don't leave me like this, sir. Derek already left without explaining what's so funny!"

For some reason he seems conflicted, shifting in his seat and swallowing thickly.

"Alright."

He leans in close, lips almost brushing against the skin of your neck. It makes you shiver, especially when you feel his breath on you.

"The pearl necklace he's referring to isn't jewelry at all. What he's referring to is having, excuse my language, a male's cum spurted onto your chest and neck. The resulting beading is like a vulgar pearl necklace." He murmurs sensually low, breath tickling your skin. You quiver and you clench your thighs together.

"O-oh... I, um, I see."

And as you quickly turn away and sit quietly and tensely, legs squeezing together and your hands gripping your thighs, Aaron adjusts once again, subtly moving his hardening cock into a less obvious and uncomfortable position in his increasingly taut slacks. Maybe he'll have to show you what a pearl necklace looks like later...

[emry-stars-art]

I’m imaging the cuddles you were describing and AWWWWWW I can’t stop smiling that’s so sweet 🥹❤️❤️

Mer cuddles mer cuddles mer cuddles (and a potential Nicky, I’m testing designs as both manta ray and like ribbon eel or something)

[dan-the-womans-blog]

Love “Shield of Silence” ❤️❤️ What about this time around Hotch need the rescue and they're in a relationship? Add anything you want. Tag me later. Thanks!! :)))

Title: "Tables Turned"

Part two for "shield of Silence"

(Aaron hotchnerr x fem!reader)

It had been a long case, the kind that seemed to stretch on forever with no clear answers. You and the team had been in Denver for almost a week now, chasing leads that seemed to go nowhere. Exhaustion clung to every agent like a second skin, and tempers were fraying at the edges. Still, you had a job to do, and as always, Aaron Hotchner was at the helm, holding everything together with his calm authority.

The only problem? Chief Jenny Montgomery.

From the moment you and Hotch had arrived at the local precinct, you could feel the Chief’s eyes lingering on him. At first, it was subtle—a little too much eye contact, a smile that lasted just a fraction longer than necessary. You didn’t think much of it, chalking it up to her trying to be friendly. But as the days wore on, her attention became impossible to ignore. She was practically hovering over Hotch at every opportunity, leaning in too close, her hand grazing his arm under the guise of handing him files. It was infuriating.

What made it worse was that Hotch, ever the professional, remained oblivious—or at least, he pretended to be. It was one of the things you loved most about him: his ability to keep his cool under pressure, always staying focused on the case. But this? This was testing your limits.

You’d been dating Aaron for nearly six months now. It had started slow, after that moment in the conference room when he confessed his feelings for you. But what you had was real, and it was strong. You’d been through a lot together, and the rest of the team knew about the relationship. They’d accepted it, even supported it—after all, they knew better than anyone how much Aaron needed someone to lean on after everything he’d been through.

But Jenny Montgomery didn’t seem to care. And you were not in the mood to play nice.

It was the third time that day that she’d sidled up to Hotch during a meeting, her body language screaming interest. You were across the room with Spencer and Rossi, trying to keep your attention on the case file in front of you, but your eyes kept drifting back to the two of them. Every time she laughed—loudly, unnecessarily—you felt your grip on your pen tighten.

Spencer glanced up at you, clearly noticing your growing tension. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you muttered through gritted teeth, not taking your eyes off the pair. Hotch was standing there, arms crossed, looking as stoic as ever while Chief Montgomery laughed at something he’d said. But you knew him too well. You saw the slight tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes flickered with discomfort. He wasn’t enjoying this any more than you were.

You stood abruptly, unable to take it any longer. “Excuse me.”

You didn’t storm over—that wasn’t your style. But your footsteps were firm, your body language making it clear that you were not to be trifled with.

“—and I was just telling Agent Hotchner that we have this great little spot in town if he wanted to join me for—”

“That won’t be necessary,” you interrupted, your voice calm but laced with a steel edge. “Agent Hotchner already has plans.”

Montgomery’s eyes flickered with surprise, but she quickly recovered, giving you a tight smile. “Oh? I wasn’t aware.”

You smiled back, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “You are now.”

The tension in the room thickened, but you didn’t care. You weren’t going to stand by and let this woman flirt with your boyfriend right in front of you. Hotch shifted beside you, his lips twitching as if he was trying to suppress a smile. He hadn’t said a word, but you could tell he was enjoying this—probably far more than he should.

Montgomery’s smile faltered. “Well, I didn’t mean to intrude. I just thought—”

“You’ve been ‘just thinking’ all week,” you said, your voice still deceptively calm. “But let me make something clear: Aaron is taken. He’s with me. So, whatever little lunch date you had planned? Cancel it.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You could feel eyes on you—from your team, from the officers nearby. You didn’t care. Chief Montgomery stood frozen for a moment, clearly not used to being spoken to like that. She stammered something under her breath and walked away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you let out a long breath, the adrenaline coursing through you. You half expected Hotch to give you a stern look, to remind you about professionalism and keeping your cool.

But instead, he laughed.

It started as a small chuckle, then grew into full-blown laughter—the kind that had him clutching his stomach, gasping for air as he tried and failed to compose himself. His face turned red, and the sound echoed through the precinct, drawing even more eyes in your direction.

You stared at him in disbelief. “Aaron, are you—”

He shook his head, still laughing too hard to speak. His laughter was so out of character that the entire team was gaping at him like he’d lost his mind. Even Spencer looked confused, his brows furrowed as if he were trying to solve a puzzle.

“Hotch?” Morgan ventured, his voice laced with amusement. “You good, man?”

Hotch wiped tears from his eyes, finally managing to catch his breath. “I’m fine,” he gasped, his voice still thick with laughter. “I just—oh, God—I’ve never seen you like that, Y/N. You—” He dissolved into laughter again, leaning against the nearest desk for support.

You couldn’t help but smile, even as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” Hotch looked at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Y/N, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve never seen anyone shut someone down like that.”

“I wasn’t going to stand there and let her flirt with you.”

“Clearly,” he said, still grinning. “And for the record, I would’ve turned her down myself if you hadn’t beaten me to it.”

You folded your arms, trying to hide your own amusement. “You didn’t exactly seem in a hurry to stop her.”

Hotch stepped closer, his smile softening as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I didn’t need to. I knew you’d handle it.”

His touch sent a wave of warmth through you, and suddenly, the tension you’d been carrying all week melted away. “Next time, maybe I’ll let you handle it.”

He chuckled, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Deal.”

As he leaned in to kiss you, you heard Morgan’s voice in the background. “Okay, seriously, Hotch, what the hell just happened?”

You pulled back from the kiss, glancing over at the team. They were all staring, clearly still in shock at what had just transpired. Rossi had an amused smile on his face, and even JJ was shaking her head in disbelief.

“Long story,” you said with a grin. “But trust me, it was worth it.”

As you turned back to Hotch, you saw the love in his eyes—so much deeper than words could ever express. And you knew, without a doubt, that whatever challenges came your way, you and Aaron would face them together.

And if anyone ever crossed the line again, well… they’d better be ready for round two.

@pear-1206

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Morning, Mon

I'm thinking about after Hotch was in the bombing in Mayhem and lost some of his hearing, with reader who would be careful to always be on the side of his 'good' ear, or always really enunciate their words and try to speak with their mouth clearly in front of him since he has to rely on lipreading a bit more these days. Plus! they would totally show Jack to do the same since he loves to babble happily to his dad, but he sometimes misses what's being said. Being hotch though he's always too embarrassed to admit when he needs help or can't hear.

Have a blessed day, Beautiful

A Helping Hand

Warnings: Hearing loss, brief mention of the bombing, Hotch being too proud to ask for help (but eventually does), fluff.

Word count: 806

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

A/n: Oh yes yes!! This is one of the more recent ones I've seen when rewatching some of CM. It might be less of a fic?? Idk. BUT I'm posting it as one anyway 😌. Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted </3. I hope it's still enjoyable though :) This one was also not proofread so I apologise if there are any mistakes.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @mrs-ssa-hotch @ssamorganhotchner (let me know if you want to be added🫶)

After the bombing and Aaron losing some of his hearing in one ear you've tried to be considerate of his new situation and how he lives now. You know he doesn't always catch everything that's being said to or around him but you also know he hates asking for people to speak louder and more clearly because of his hearing.

You've taken it upon yourself to do whatever you can to help him. And if everyone thought you liked being around him before, they should see you now. You're by his side almost constantly when you're on cases. It started when you noticed Aaron furrowing his brows even more and trying to lean in and turn his head so he could hear the officer more clearly, whether he realised he was doing it or not. When he still looked puzzled as to what was said you had walked over to him and made sure you repeated the officer's words into Hotch's good ear. He thanked you, though he did seem a bit embarrassed that you'd had to do that for him.

Hotch needs some extra care and consideration right now and though you know he hates needing extra help, or any help for that matter, he does need it. And you're happy to help him however you can. You're stuck to his side often. Even outside of work.

When everything happened and Aaron was spending time at home more, you visited every day if there wasn't a case. The first couple times you were there, you noticed Jack rambling about everything that popped into his head but Aaron was clearly not catching most of what was being said. He was trying to see the boy's face which was directed downwards as he played with his toys. Aaron would hum and nod even though he wasn't getting most of it.

When Aaron stood up to get you all a snack, you explained in a very nice and simple way to Jack that his dad can't hear very well right now. That it will help Aaron if he can see his mouth when he speaks and that it's best to speak as clearly as he can. "You understand what I'm saying, bug?" He nodded and said everything back to you so you knew he understood what you meant. For such a young child he was very intelligent and very understanding. He made sure to do just what you'd explained and you could see the look on Aaron's face when he was able to hear so much more of what the boy said to him.

Aaron didn't know you'd said this to his son. But if he knew, he'd have been very grateful regardless of the embarrassment he'd have felt. Because knowing what his son loves and wants to tell him all about is far more important to him than anything else.

Whenever Aaron was on the plane you always sat next to him, making sure to be on the side of his good ear. He noticed this after the first few times. He never mentioned it, though you knew he'd figured it out quickly.

He appreciated it. You always made sure he was fully informed and aware of what was happening. If someone threw an idea into the open and he looked a little lost, you would repeat it in his good ear. Or if you hadn't realised he missed something he would look to you and if you made eye contact he leaned in a little closer to you and you'd tell him then. Or if you hadn't been looking at him he would give you a slight nudge to get your attention. He was starting to get more comfortable asking for help, but only with you. He still wouldn't ask anyone else.

Everyone tried to be mindful and considerate. But they didn't go to the extent that you did.

Aaron's new situation was frustrating and irritating to him. It caused him more stress than he already had, which you knew was quite a bit. Sometimes it would overwhelm him and you were always there to pull him back down and comfort him. You were always there for him to lean on for support. He knew you didn't do all of this out of pity, but rather out of love and care and understanding for him.

There were a couple of times that he came to you in need of a shoulder to cry on. Both times it was mostly about him being afraid he'd never hear the same and that he would miss things he had taken for granted when he could hear them. He wasn't embarrassed around you anymore, especially not about this. He knew he could always come to you for support and he was always thanking you for how much you've helped him.

[ratatatastic]

"other guys joke that theyre not allowed to bring you around their wives..." "you gotta have to ask ekky about that one thats on him"

WSFL Inside South Florida | 4.11.24 (x)

he was so serious and focused on answering questions and then immediately gets thrown a curveball at the end that is "hey so some are saying...im not saying who... but some not naming any names... HOWEVER that you are so hot possibly sans shirt... you are not allowed near the wags... how do you respond is this true..."

throwing his head back to laugh because he got his bonded dpair's quote thrown back in his face while trying to talk about contract extensions and fishing...

"thats on him" the way he cheekily shrugs a shoulder and flicks his head...man whos well aware who started that rumour and will not stand idly by while revisionists rewrite history NO ONE ELSE HAS SAID SUCH A THING. NO ONE ELSE HAS JOKED ABOUT SUCH A THING. AND IF THEY "HAVE" ITS ONLY BECAUSE OF ONE (1) MAN AND ONE MAN ALONE.

and it was in fact "on him" because that quote comes from a miami herald article about forsy FROM FEBRUARY. A 2 WHOLE MONTHS BEFORE THIS INTERVIEW.

Miami Herald | 2.10.24 (x)

and like all things it always leads back to ekky when it comes to anything forsy-related, the personal menace of the team. and also his bonded soulmate or whatever. may god bless this beautiful little freakish relationship.

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 26

PREVIOUS

Nicky can’t help but bounce his legs as they sit in the waiting room at the hospital. He’s had to leave the waiting room a couple times already because in Aaron’s effort to comfort him, and wow how far they’ve come he’s really raised Aaron to be such a thoughtful young man, the jackass has unknowingly made four more Miss Congeniality references.

This is a waiting room full of nervous families and Nicky is NOT about to be the guy who can’t stop laughing because Aaron mentioned World Peace in a snapback at Kevin.

Nicky is not going to be the one to explain FF’s jokes. He MAY already be planning a Miss Congeniality movie night. Neil, Aaron, and Kevin may not remember but ANDREW will and watching Andrew realize his friend was referencing an AMAZING movie when talking about how he took out one of the FBIs most wanted was all he wanted at the moment.

Another nurse comes in and calls out “Elias Smith?” But Wymack doesn’t get up from his seat still sipping his now lukewarm coffee. There’s been 14 different times she’s called for a ‘Smith’ family but Wymack hasn’t moved for any of them and different waiting families have gotten up to get updates and taken back to see their family members.

Maybe he wants to see Andrew’s face a little less than he wants to see FF’s right now. He has his flowers on a chair next to him and a get well soon card that he’d had Wymack also sign. He was waiting for Smith’s grandma to come to see if she wanted in on some card real estate

“Seriously, how many Smiths got stabbed yesterday?” Kevin marvels.

“At this point it’s at least 12.” Aaron remarks.

“I’m at 14 not including Smithy.” Nicky says.

“At least we’ll finally get to find out Smith’s first name.” Kevin crosses his arms and leans back heavily into the chair, “I’m hungry.” He whines.

“Yeah, at least there’s that.” Nicky agrees because not knowing FF’s name at this point made him feel like an incredibly BAD friend. Even mores than the fact that Nicky raised the man that stabbed FF last night. He turns his thoughts away from those thoughts, “You wouldn’t be hungry if you hadn’t bitched about the breakfast burritos I had us pick up.” Nicky argues.

“It was greasy! I’m already slipping on my diet after Thanksgiving and eating that pie.” Kevin argues back.

Nicky can’t help but think of Kevin as a pageant contestant in that moment.

Nicky looks heavenward for the strength not to laugh.

“Then go get something.” Aaron says from Nicky’s side, “There’s gotta be a cafeteria or something around here.” Aaron adds.

“I don’t want to go alone.” Kevin shoots back and Nicky can HEAR Aaron roll his eyes.

“Fine, whatever I need more coffee anyways. Let’s go find a cafeteria.” Aaron says getting up and Nicky looks at his cousin, “Text us if you get a room number.” He says.

“Will do.” Nicky agrees.

Then it was two.

It’s about five minutes before, “David Wymack?”

Nicky’s head shoots to Wymack and he sees the smug amusement on their coach’s face.

That motherfucker.

Nicky followed Wymack up to the doctor in question. “How’s he doing?” Wymack asks.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about…” The doctor says and Nicky feels his stomach sink into his toes.

***

Neil has NEVER been more relieved to be out of a car and that includes the ones Lola had him in (though that might be because being out of those cars meant he was closer to his death by way of Nathan).

Granny Smith had not spoken a word unprompted since they had climbed into the car. Granny Smith had the exact same expressionless face as her grandson did but it is only now that Neil realizes that there was always some hint of emotion on FF’s face. Neil wasn’t great at knowing exactly what those emotions were but they were there.

Granny Smith’s rage was pretty hard to miss.

“I think she knows.” Andrew had said with his hands white knuckled at 10 and 2.

“How could she?” Neil questions. “Smith’s phone fell in that toilet before he got stabbed.” He says but he can feel the anger and can feel it directed towards them.

She had seemed so nice with Paul!

Though Paul didn’t have anything to do with her grandson getting stabbed. Neil could understand how that might sour any niceness.

Neil and Andrew had pulled into the parking lot and it was only then that Granny Smith leaned forward and pointed towards the entrance.

Words weren’t really necessary then.

Before Neil could even try and trudge through offering to bring her bag to her the woman was out of the back of the Maserati and through the sliding doors of the hospital.

“Maybe…maybe she’s just like that? Smith likes to sit in silence too?” Neil tries but Andrew doesn’t say anything as he turns the Maserati into the parking lot to find a space.

They walked in only to find the receptionist looking confusedly at Granny Smith as the woman spoke in rapid Polish but was getting nowhere.

Neil watched as Andrew squared his shoulders and walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around she the fear and anger shown through in her expression. Neil could understand in a way. FF was her grandson and considering the fact that FF had likely gotten his interest in languages from learning Polish from her?

They’re probably close.

Neil is pretty sure that normal close family members worry like this.

Almost positive.

He may not have the best examples in his own life but he has watched enough television and enough movies to start to see what might be considered normal!

Really!

Anyways…

Andrew points towards the doors that would lead them towards the elevator that they could take up to the waiting room.

Neil watches as Granny Smith visibly struggles before nodding. Andrew holds out his hand and she stares at it before Andrew points at her bag.

She blinks, looking taken aback.

“I can carry it.” He offers.

It’s a few moments of looking between Andrew’s face and his hand before she hands over her bag.

Andrew puts it over his shoulder and the three of them silently made their way up. The elevator ride was slightly less excruciating than the car ride but only just.

They got off and saw Nicky, Wymack, and a Doctor.

“…so he may not wake up.” Neil hears and watches as Andrew’s shoulders go instantly tense and Neil feels his own heart jump into his throat.

Then Nicky laughs.

“Of course he’s sleepy!” Nicky throws his head back.

“Yes, he had a high level of cortisol, that’s the stress hormone, in his blood. He should wake up either late today or early tomorrow though.” The Doctor says.

“Oh thank GOD.” Nicky says with a relieved slump to his shoulders, “You really gotta work on how you start conversations like this Doc! I thought you were going to tell me Smithy died not that he’s just going to sleep like the dead for at least 18 more hours!” Nicky exclaims before his gaze slides off of the Doctor and onto their group. “Oh!” Nicky moves past the Doctor and stops in front of them. “You must be Smithy’s grandma!” He says and offers his hand like the sweet respectable young man that Nicky absolutely isn’t.

“Nicky, she doesn’t-“

“Ty musisz być Nicky! Jesteś taki przystojny, tak jak powiedział mój kurczaczek.” Granny Smith knocks his hand away and pinches his cheek. Nicky visibly melts at the warm tonę even if he doesn’t know what is being said to him.

“Oh!” Nicky says, “I hope I don’t butcher this, Dziękuję! Uwielbiałem Pani ciasto!” He says haltingly before pausing, “Nazywa go Pani swoim kurczakiem? Jakie to słodkie!” he says but this time his enthusiasm has the language come out more smoothly.

Granny Smith seems to light up even more. “Czyż nie?”

“Nicky, since when did you know Polish?” Andrew asks brows raised slightly in shock.

“What? You two aren’t the only ones who decided to learn a cute foreign language so you could have secret couple conversations.” Nicky huffs frowning at the two of them, “Erik’s company has an office in Poland, he thinks it might be fun to try living there for a while so we’ve been learning the last year and a half.” Nicky says, “Smithy’s been such a huge help on it too!” He adds.

Neil opens his mouth, thinks about it, and closes it.

That’s fair.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

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EDIT: 6/8/23: Thanks @shirlai​ for fixing my janky Polish for Nicky!

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The requests to be added to the tag list keep being spread out across a few different areas. If I missed you please just ask again in the replies I promise I just missed you.

As stated before if you’re up here and I spelled it right but you didn’t get a notification there might be something switched around in your settings that won’t let me tag you properly?

Also if anyone fluent in Polish wants to correct me on any of the Polish wants to correct me / sends smoother Polish please do! I am just using Google Translate for GS.

Translations:

Ty musisz być Nicky! Jesteś taki przystojny, tak jak powiedział mój kurczaczek. = “You must be Nicky! You're so handsome, just like my chicken said.”

“Dziękuję! Uwielbiałem Pani ciasto!” = “Thank you! I loved your pie!”

“Nazywa go Pani swoim kurczakiem? Jakie to słodkie!” = “You call him your chicken? That’s so cute!”

“Czyż nie?” = “Isn’t it?”

[unwillingtoreachout]

What are you guys' aaron minyard coded songs (or twinyards coded)? For science, obviously

[broken-heart-raven-queen]

All the Foxes have to be so grateful for TikTok not being a thing at their youth because I know FOR A FACT Nicky would have broadcasted their life there.

[the-whispers-of-death]

aaron. need your thoughts king. what do you think of a cheese sandwich. just cheese. no mayo, no cream cheese no nothing. just a slab of cheddar.

I'm going to be honest with you, I hate mayo so every cheese sandwich I've ever had (plain cheese) was just a sliced cheese and bread. Of course, it's better when you make grilled cheese, but just a regular non-grilled cheese sandwich is nice.

[hoe4hotchner]

It's okay if u don't write this since it might be on the verge of angst. But could you write something with preferably fem reader being overwhelmed for some reason so they don't take care of themselves especially their hair and hotch sees them struggeling and offers to help brush it and he's really sweet and some kisses please 🙏

This is much more angsty than I thought I would write it. Reader has long enough hair to get knots and tangles, but otherwise gn and not described.

Knotted mess | [A.H]

WC: 0,6k

Requests are open

           You sat on the bed, staring blankly ahead, the hairbrush heavy in your hand. The overwhelming weight of everything had finally caught up to you. Work, responsibilities, the pressure of keeping it together - it had all drained you. Even the simplest task, like brushing your hair, felt like an impossible challenge.

           Your hair, tangled from days of neglect, hung in limp knots over your shoulders. You'd kept it up for most of the week, hoping your colleagues wouldn't notice how unkempt it had gotten. You felt too exhausted to even try. A part of you wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. You were just… numb.

           The sound of footsteps approached, and you didn’t need to look up to know it was Aaron. His presence was usually grounding, a quiet power that always made you feel safe, but tonight, you couldn’t even bring yourself to pretend you were okay.

           “Sweetheart?” he asked gently, his voice filled with concern. He knelt down in front of you, his warm brown eyes searching your face. “What’s going on?”

           You shook your head, struggling to find words. “I just… I don’t know. I can’t do it. I’m so tired.”

           He glanced at the brush in your hand, then back at you. He knew this wasn't about your hair. Without saying a word, he reached out, gently taking it from your grasp. “Let me help,” he said softly, sitting beside you.

           You didn’t protest. You couldn’t. You just nodded as he moved behind you on the bed. Gently, he gathered your hair in his hands, carefully working through the tangles with the brush.

           His movements were slow and patient, each stroke of the brush a tender gesture of care. He didn’t rush, didn’t say anything, just let the soft, rhythmic sound of the bristles fill the quiet space between you.

           As he brushed, you felt some of the tension in your shoulders begin to melt. His presence, his gentle touch, was like a cure to your racing mind. You closed your eyes, focusing on the soothing feeling of him working through the knots, each one falling away like a burden you’d been carrying alone.          

           “You’ve been trying to do everything yourself,” Aaron murmured after a while, his voice soft and full of understanding. “But you don’t have to.”

           His words hit something deep inside you, and your breath hitched slightly. You hadn’t realized just how much you’d been holding in, trying to keep it together, trying not to ask for help.

           “I just… I didn’t want to bother you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

           He set the brush down gently and shifted closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind, his chest warm and solid against your back. “You could never bother me,” he said softly, his lips brushing against the side of your head. “I’m here because I love you. Sometimes you have to let me take care of you too.”

           You leaned into him, the dam inside you finally breaking as tears began to spill down your cheeks. Hotch held you tighter, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your hair, your shoulder - each one a quiet reassurance that you weren’t alone.

           After a moment, you turned in his arms, burying your face against his chest as he cradled you. He kissed the top of your head again, his hand stroking your back slowly, comfortingly.

           “You’re always so strong,” he murmured, his voice full of admiration. “But you don’t have to be, not with me.”

           His words, his touch, everything about this moment made you feel like you could finally let go of the weight you’d been carrying. You tilted your head up slightly, meeting his gaze, and without hesitation, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

[milla984]

The other day I received an anon ask (NSFW) and after a bit of pondering I wrote a little blurb in response. * cough * kinktober * cough *

Since this blog is mostly SFW I decided to copy/paste the message under the cut, so only who's interested will see it.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader, Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: fingering, female ejaculation, brief mention of kissing

🙏🙏🙏🙏i love your🖤hotch fic🖤do you have any headcannons about him making y/n squirt for the frist time? (Anon request)

In fact I do have a headcanon!! 🥵🥵

Aaron Hotchner is not the type of man to rush through the 'getting to know you' phase of a relationship. Intimate encounters follow several weeks of dating, even though being together often proves to be difficult since he isn't always free to spend a whole night at your place.

He's well aware that if he were to indulge himself with multiple sessions of casual sex he'd find plenty of opportunity, but he doesn't find the idea alluring. He's more interested in building something real with his partner and he's a generous lover, attentive and caring; he wants to talk about what feels good (or not) for you because he's extremely keen on putting this knowledge into practice, and one of his major turn-ons is the fact you can't get enough of his mouth kissing you, his arms holding you close and his weight pinning you down.

The day it happens he's taking his time to slowly drags his fingers in an upward movement to reach the sweet spot inside of you, alternating between strokes of his opposite thumb and the rapid flickering of his tongue on your clit. He has almost sent you over the edge twice but stopped right before you could come, so now you're desperate for release and the tension is building up at your core while you writhe under his touch, with your legs spread.

When you finally reach the point of no return the intensity of your climax gets unbearable, heels digging into the mattress and muscles twitching as you lose consciousness of your surroundings. The sound of his loud gasp is what brings you back to reality and it doesn't take you long to figure out why he's looking at you, dumbfounded: some of the wetness you can feel on the bedsheet is trickling down his chin - clearly the result of something very different from your usual orgasm.

You cover your face with your hands, tempted to cry in shame, but you peek through your fingers when he caresses your knee, then your stomach and trails up to your shoulder and neck; he's not mad or disgusted, he's not even vaguely embarrassed. His eyes just shine in pure awe.

"I've never… I mean…" he whispers.

You shrug, still unsure about the whole situation. "Me neither."

He remains silent for a moment then leans forward to whisper in your ear and his breath feels as hot as the summer afternoon sun on bare skin.

"Well… from now on I really hope to see more of it."

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[hotchs-big-hands]

how do you think hotch would react to a partner who's into cnc🫣? would he shoot it down, have strict limits about it (like somnophilia only), or be open to roleplaying rougher situations?

cuz the thought of him fucking you awake is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫🥵🥵🤤🤤🤤 the weight of him on top of you, hips roughly thrusting into you as he chases his own pleasure and uses you as a toy🫠 if you wake up and start whining about it he'd be so mean telling you to shut up and be his good little toy and take it

or if he heard you moaning and whimpering in your sleep for him he'd be so soft, deep thrusts as he praises you for being a good girl and taking him so well even when you're sleeping

YASSSSS honestly I think if you sit him down and have a conversation about it with him, explaining how things would go then I think he would be willing to listen. He's rly strict tho like he's adamant on you setting up boundaries, safe words, even certain hand or leg taps on the bed/couch etc that mean STOP. Cuz he doesn't want to be like the mfs he spends his job chasing and catching yknow?

WITH THAT SAID my godddddddddd he comes home from work super late sometimes, and you look oh so pretty lay there asleep that he just has to touch you. He'll carefully spread your legs and slide your panties or shorts to the side as you sleep so he can gently graze his finger along your slit 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 licks his fingers so he can help you get slick enough for him to push his straining cock inside your pretty little pussy.

He'll swear under his breath, fuckk he wanted to be gentle and discreet but you'd be squeezing around his aching cock sooo good that he just has to begin to thrust hard. He's laying fully on top of you, bottoming out with every thrust, your skin slapping against his. And then you'd stir, confused whines escaping you as you try to move. But he'll push your head back down on the pillows roughly, grunting as he thrusts harder.

"Don't fucking move. Just lay there all pretty and fucking take it." He'll spit, the sound of skin slapping getting louder with the increase of his pace. All you can do is writhe and let him use you like a fucking fleshlight, daddy's personal sex toy 🤤🤤🤤 and when he cums he will press his whole weight on top of you, chest to your chest(or back) and groan deep and guttural, pumping thick ropes of cum deeeep inside your poor little pussy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 what a good toy you are for daddy...

[glacias-transformers-blog]

Maybe an Angry Archer to pass the time? (tfa drawing ask)

This was a challenge because my markers were bleeding like crazy and one of them started to straight up disintegrate while I was coloring! ;A;

But it's ok. That is the plan. To use the markers for what they're meant to be used for.