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sequinsmile-x · 3 days ago
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Hotchniss Instagram Posts (London's version) (Part 2)
Hi besties, it's mother's day here in the UK this coming weekend, so it felt like the right time to bring this version of them out of retirement! Fic to follow on Sunday itself <3
Part one is here
Warning: mentions of pregnancy
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mikotosworld · 7 months ago
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Aaron?
Yes, love?
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ssaemilyhotchner · 1 month ago
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we were not lovers, we were love. ― jeanette winterson
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sirpotys · 1 year ago
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A little headcanon I have is that Spencer accidentally ends up interrupting intimate moments between Hotch and Prentiss.
It's not the boy's fault, he just loves his sister too much.
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em-prentiss · 3 months ago
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Quotes that reminded me of hotchniss [2/?]
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cloudlessly-light · 1 year ago
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Hi!! Would you consider writing hotchniss thigh riding? There’s so few of them 😔 and maybe coupled with spit kink if you can? Your previous spit kink fics had me WILD. Thank you!!
A/N: Hi Anon! I hope you like this and that you don't mind that I added some other stuff as well, please enjoy!
Title: Gonna make you sweat Summary: Emily usually never disturbs him when he’s working from home, but sometimes she just can’t help herself. Word count: 2,3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, thigh grinding, spit kink, breath play/choking, verbal humiliation, dom Aaron, sub Emily, filth, absolute filth
It’s quiet when she unlocks the front door to their home. The lights all turned off except one and she smiles at the way Aaron always leaves a light for her when she comes home later than him. She kicks off her shoes and groans happily, the heels she’s worn for a night out with Penelope and JJ, as stunning as they were, are not worth the pain. The stillness of their house is soothing, knowing that Jack was tucked into bed and that Aaron was probably in bed waiting for her making adoration flutter in her chest.
But as she goes up the stairs and sees the light on in his home office she turns towards it instead of their bedroom and sure enough, he’s sitting there, still in his slacks but the tie off and the first couple of buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. Today had been a tiring day for him, she knew that, and even if she wouldn’t tell him as much, it was part of her reason for cutting girl’s night short.
For a few seconds she takes in the way he’s looking sitting there, so effortlessly gorgeous, as he concentrates on putting pen to paper. He’s been at it for hours, she can tell by the slightly strained expression on his face, the way he’s flexing his fingers before grabbing the pen again.
Emily rarely disturbs him when he’s working, and she isn’t sure if it’s the way he looks as he sits there, or the wine she’s had, or the want she always felt toward him, or maybe it’s knowing that he needs to release some tension after the difficult day he’s had, maybe it’s the mix of all of it. But she finds that she can’t help herself as she quietly unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. She steps out of it and then clears her throat as she takes a couple of steps toward him.
“Hi honey.” She smiles when he looks up at the sound of her voice and watches in amusement as his eyes move over frame slowly.
“You’re home early.” He says and pushes back on his chair to turn fully to face her and motions for her to come closer.
“Henry is sick.” She shrugs just as she comes to stop in front of him. His eyes move over her body slowly once more and she feels the familiar rush from it as his tongue licks over his bottom lip.
“And you thought that you’d come in here and distract me?” His hands graze the outside of her thighs as she nods and when she shivers in response to his touch he raises an eyebrow in amusement. “You know better than that, sweetheart.”
She smirks as he grabs her fully, large hands holding her hips as he pulls her toward him to straddle his lap.
“Can I really be blamed when you’re this sexy?” She muses, her lips brushing against his as she speaks before she kisses him. Her tongue is quick to seek out his, a happy sigh sounding from her when he licks into her mouth as his hands move over her body. The familiar feel of his warm, slightly calloused fingers sends goosebumps across her skin, the heat of his palms quickly making her entire body feel hot even in the slightly cool room.
Aaron groans lowly when he feels her hips start to grind on his lap, the heat of her evident even through her silk panties and his pants. When he breaks their kiss her dark eyes are hazy, her cheeks flushed pink and he swallows down the urge to take her right there. But there was something about Emily, needy and desperate, drunk on him, that was unlike any power rush he’d ever felt before. And tonight, after hours of paperwork and a day consisting of bureaucracy and red tape, he needed that power.
With that thought in mind he unhooks her bra, dark eyes locked on hers as it falls to the floor and before she has the chance to say anything else, he slowly wraps his hand around her throat, making sure he has her attention as he squeezes the tiniest bit. When he feels the way she swallows down a moan he smirks at her.
“You want me that bad, baby? That you can’t even wait until we’re in bed?” He squeezes harder and her hips roll against his lap in response.
“Aaron I-” Her voice is breathy, but it’s not what he wants to hear so he cuts her off with another squeeze, this one hard as he holds her gaze for a couple of seconds before letting go.
“Try again.” He watches in amusement as she fights the internal battle with herself, knows that in the end what they both want is for her to give herself completely to him, but sometimes she would put up a bit of a fight. Tonight however, it looked like her need for him was bigger than her need to be defiant.
“I want you so bad.” She whispered, the flush on her cheeks all but disappearing as her entire body flushes with the admission.
“Aww, you poor thing.” He keeps his hand around her throat as he pushes her off his lap only to tug her underwear off her hips before standing up too. There was something about Emily completely naked when he was still fully clothed that made heat flutter in his belly.
“Open.” He tilts her head back just slightly, a dark groan rumbling in his chest when her mouth opened, already knowing what was coming. When he spit into her mouth and she swallowed with a moan he hummed happily. “Good girl.”
Emily is sure she must be dripping from arousal as she watches how he sits down on his chair again, legs spread and body leaning back against the backrest, his entire being demanding respect. She knows what he wants before he says it, but she doesn’t move until he nods.
“You know you can’t always get what you want.” He pulls her closer but this time lets her straddle one of his thighs instead of his lap. The way she sucks in a breath at the feeling of fabric against her clit causes his fingers to dig into her waist slightly. “You want to act like a desperate little thing, and because I’m so nice I’m going to let you get off on my thigh. Let you prove to me how much you want it.”
His low voice and slightly condescending tone only make her flush harder, her body feeling like it was on fire and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She knew she was already staining his slacks, the wet spot already visible when she rearranged her body slightly and Aaron smirked, something smug and self-assured that she would have been irritated by if they had been in any other situation but this one. Instead it only turns her on and she slowly starts to grind on against his thigh, a soft moan falling from her lips at finally getting some relief.
Her hands move to grip his shoulders, her hips rolling and rocking against the strong muscle of his leg as his hands stay on her waist, letting her set the pace. His intense stare on her only makes her grind harder, something about knowing that he loved to watch her, getting her off. It always did.
“Look at you, it’s barely been two minutes and you’ve already soaked me.” He muses as the wet spot on his slacks get bigger, the feel of her wetness against his skin making his cock jerk in it’s confines. “What do you say to that?”
It takes her a second to find any words at all, but as her eyelids flutter open and she sees the furrowed eyebrows and lips pressed together in a thin line she gasps.
“I’m sorry.” Her grip on his shoulders must be hurting him but he only encourages her by pushing his thigh against her.
“Sorry for what?” Aaron lets go of her waist as he speaks, instead he grabs the back of her neck with one hand, the other moving to toy with her nipples.
“Sorry for ruining your pants.” She moans, the way he’s rolling one of her nipples sending pleasurable sparks to her clit, and her hips buckle slightly.
“That’s okay baby,” He coos before pulling her into a kiss that’s more tongue than anything else. “that’s what happens when desperate girls can’t help themselves.” He squeezes around the back of her neck and then let’s go, knowing from Emily’s slightly frantic movements that she’s getting close.
“Fuck, Aaron…” She whimpered as she rolled her hips against his thigh, dragging her clit against it harder as she felt herself squeeze around nothing. “Feels good.” Her words are mumbled between breathless moans and pants, her orgasm building slowly.
“I know, you’re so wet sweetheart.” He sits up straighter and wraps one arm around the small of her back to keep her steady as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. When he tugs it between his teeth, Emily’s hips buckle in desperation and he presses his leg harder up against her, making sure she gets as much pressure against her clit as possible.
She jerks, her body chasing her release as she rolls her hips harder and faster, nothing but lewd moans and his name falling from her lips as her body starts to strain.
“Good girl, come for me.” His cock was hurting from how badly he wanted to feel her, aching from being hard for so long without getting any relief, but as Emily started to spasm on top of him, he knew that any waiting, or uncomfortableness was worth it. He watched as her eyes rolled back and mouth fell open, felt how her hips jerked and grinded against his leg as she continued to ride out her pleasure with a cry that was almost too loud.
She felt her orgasm in her entire body, the pleasure of it making her eyesight blurry as she continued to grind down on his clothed thigh until only aftershocks rocked her body. Her eyes, heavy lidded and hazy found his and she smiled lazily.
“Thank you.” She mumbled and he chuckled, the sound raspy and low. When he carefully pushed her off his leg, only to quickly move her to his desk, she didn’t fight him, still happily dazed and sated. Her eyes moved to the wet spot on his leg and she blushed at the mess she had made, but she could tell that Aaron loved it, he always loved when she fell apart, it didn’t matter how it happened.
“Now it’s my turn.” He muttered as he made quick work of getting his pants and boxers off. He stepped between her spread legs and groaned at the feeling of her soft skin against his heated shaft, enjoyed the feeling as he shallowly thrust against her thigh while unbuttoning his shirt, knowing that he was smearing precum on her skin.
“Please, fuck me.” She whispered when he continued to tease her, a smirk on his face as he rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds repeatedly. It was enough, his desperation for her finally clear when he pushed inside of her and quickly setting a pace as he groaned against her lips.
“How do you always feel so good?” He grunted, the pleasure of her slick walls making him crazy. His hands gripped her hips tight to keep her in place as he started to move with hard, fast thrusts and when her legs wrapped around his hips, he hissed her name.
“Do it again.” She whispered against his neck and when she pulled back her eyebrow arched and her head tilted back as her lips opened.
“Dirty fucking thing.” He growled and spit in her mouth again, watched with heated eyes as she swallowed dutifully with a filthy smirk on her lips.
It’s rough, fast and desperate as he grabs at her and she claws at him as they chase their release in each other’s skin. When Emily let’s out a sound close to a whine and her pussy starts to clench around him, Aaron groans against her neck, his teeth digging into the soft skin there.
“Come with me.” She pants through blurry pleasure and she feels him nodding. The feeling of his labored breathing against her neck and the feeling of him inside of her as he grips her hard enough to bruise, is sensory overload and she comes only a few minutes later, clinging to his sweaty body.
“Jesus Christ, Em.” He hisses as his orgasm hits him like a freight train, knocking the wind completely out of him as his hips stutter against hers and pleasure makes his knees buckle. The way her center is still trembling around him draws out his pleasure, the feeling of release close to euphoric as he tries to catch his breath.
She isn’t sure how long they stay like that but when Aaron takes a step back she can see the relaxation, can see how much he needed this and she smiles at him.
“I should come in here more often.” She stands on slightly unsteady legs and wraps her arms around his neck.
“I don’t know, I might not be able to focus on work in here ever again.” He nuzzled her nose with his as she laughs before kissing her. “Thank you.”
“For what?” She stamps another kiss to his lips and then sees the knowing look on his face.
“You know exactly what, you brat.” He tickles her waist quickly before pulling her against him. “Come one, lets shower and then I’m having you sit on my face until I’ve had my fill.”
She’s never headed to the shower that quick in her life.
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mangoorenji · 1 month ago
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First Meeting
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rawr-jess · 2 years ago
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Need I say more….
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justagirl-purplejellosg1 · 6 months ago
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So it goes - Taylor Swift (Hotchniss version)
And all the pieces fall, right into place
Getting caught up in a moment
Lipstick on your face,
So it goes
I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose
You know I'm not a bad girl
But I do bad things with you
So it goes
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sequinsmile-x · 2 days ago
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Bound
She wanted to be part of it, to sit here squished between the two of them as Jack learnt more about the woman he’d had stolen from him when he was so young, but she didn’t want to intrude, to insert herself into memories that she was not meant to be a part of.
AKA the one where Emily, Aaron and Jack look through old photo albums, and Emily learns something new about her boyfriend.
-x-
Hi besties,
This is a, slightly belated, birthday fic for the lovely @sometimesitswho <3 I hope you had a day as lovely as you, and that you enjoy this fic!!
This is soft, silly, and exactly what I needed to write to get through the middle of the week!!
As always, let me know what you think <3
-x-
Warnings: none!
Words: 2.9k
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
Emily sighs contentedly as she steps out of her bedroom, rolling her neck against the ache that always seemed to come after sleeping on thin hotel mattresses and pillows that weren’t hers. The team had just landed back in DC a couple of hours ago after three days away on a case, and the first thing she’d done was jump in the shower the second she got home - standing under water that bordered on too hot as she washed away the horrors they’d seen the last few days.
She smiles as she walks past her couch, pausing to pet Sergio as he stands on the back of it, delighted to see her after putting up with the neighbour who called in to check on him whilst she was away. 
“What should I get for dinner, buddy? Chinese food or pizza?” She says, grimacing as she thinks of eating takeout again, but aware of the fact she had no energy to go grocery shopping. Her phone chimes with a text, and she pulls it out of the pocket of her FBI hooded sweatshirt, Aaron’s sweatshirt, and she smiles when she sees a text from the man in question. 
Fancy coming over? Jack keeps asking why you aren’t here. We both miss you.
It had been a month since their first date, since she’d finally kissed him and then tugged him into her apartment by his tie, and she knew she’d never been happier. No one on the team knew about them yet, and they were figuring out a way they could tell them about the shift in their relationship, so when the jet landed there wasn’t a chance to discuss anything beyond ‘see you at work on Monday’ like they were simply colleagues, not a couple who were still very much in the phase of their relationship where they couldn’t get enough of each other. He was the first person she’d been with since the damage Ian had left behind, and she knew she was the first person Aaron had been with since Foyet. It made it oddly comforting, made her feel less self-conscious, knowing he was in a similar situation too. Like they were starting all over again, just the two of them, as if anything or anyone that had come before them happened to somebody else. 
Even this early on, she knew that wasn’t something that would really go away. It would change, it would grow and mature along with them, would shift from taking the time to memorise every bit of each other and creating mental roadmaps of each other's hills and valleys, to something more settled. Something built on the strong foundation of knowing another person as well as possible. No less comforted or in need of the other’s presence, but more used to, more reliant on it. 
She calls him instead of replying via text, and she sits on the couch. Sergio immediately climbs into her lap, headbutting her hand for the attention he’d missed from her. She scratches his head and smiles as he curls up against her, purring so loudly he practically vibrates with it. 
Aaron answers the phone on the second ring, and she doesn’t have to be looking at him to know he’s smiling, “Hi sweetheart.”
“Hi,” she replies, letting her eyes drift closed at the comforting sound of his voice, “I miss you too,” she says before she can stop herself, her cheeks warm with embarrassment she doesn’t fully understand, “I don’t want to intrude, though.” 
“You’re never intruding,” he replies, “And I wouldn’t have invited you over if you were. Jack wants you to come over too.” 
“Yeah, Emily, come over.” 
She sinks her teeth in her lower lip in an attempt to contain her smile at the sound of Jack in the background, as if her happiness was something she wanted to hide even from herself. She’d made it clear to Aaron from the start that she didn’t want to overstep, that she never wanted to get in the way of his time with Jack, but for every part of her that wanted to spend all of her time with Aaron, there was an equal part that wanted to do the same with Jack. She’d fallen in love with the little boy long before she’d fallen in love with his father, drawn in by his dimpled smile and his bright eyes from the moment she’d first met him when he was a tiny thing balanced on his mother’s hip. 
“It’s a tempting offer,” she says, but her heart pangs when she looks at Sergio, guilt for leaving him alone again after only just getting home burning her from the inside out. 
“You can bring Sergio over too,” he says, anticipating her needs as always, “Even if he does hate me.” 
Emily rolls her eyes, “He doesn’t hate you,” she says, unable to stop her smile from getting any wider as he chuckles down the line, “Are you sure?” 
“I didn’t buy all those things for him just for fun, Em. It’s because we love having you both here.” 
She laughs, “Well, I guess we’re coming over then.” It warms her from the inside out when she hears Aaron tell Jack that she’d agreed to come over and she hears the little boy celebrate, “I’ll grab dinner on the way over. Pizza? Do you guys want the usual?” 
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” she replies, “If you’re providing bed and breakfast for Sergio and me, the least we can do is provide dinner.” 
“Okay,” he says, knowing better than to argue any further, “We’ll see you soon?” 
“I just need to pack a bag for me and get Sergio sorted, and then I’ll be on my way over,” she says, and she can hear his smile again, and she finds herself almost desperate to see it.
“See you soon, sweetheart.” 
She has to press her lips together to stop three little words from escaping, purposely keeping them in her chest where they belonged for now, “See you soon, honey.” 
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The moment she arrives, she’s almost knocked over by Jack. He runs at her, his arms tight around her waist as he hugs her and talks at a million miles an hour about everything he’d done at school since he last saw her. She’s got her bag over her shoulder, Sergio’s carrier in one hand and two pizza boxes in the other. 
“Buddy,” Aaron says, his smile wide as he watches from a few feet away, looking relaxed and happy and hers as he stands there in a t-shirt and sweatpants that match the sweater she’s wearing, “At least let Emily into the apartment.” He says, taking the pizza boxes from her whilst he winks at her, “We need to help her with all her things.” 
Jack nods, his expression serious as he steps back from her, “Right, sorry, Emily.” 
“It’s okay, sweetie,” she says, running her fingers through his hair. “Want to take Sergio?” She offers, handing over the carrier, smiling when she hears a discontent meow from inside, “You remember how to open it up, right?” 
Jack smiles and nods enthusiastically, taking the carrier to the couch to set it down so he can let the cat out. “Hi, Sergio.” As soon as he unzips the carrier, Sergio bolts across the apartment, and Jack frowns, his expression nothing short of adorable. 
“Don’t worry, Jack,” Emily assures him, her bag and shoes now on the floor so she can tug him into a hug “As soon as he remembers it’s safe here, he’ll come out and say hi.” 
“Jack, will you go get some plates, please?” Aaron says, placing the pizza boxes down on the coffee table, and the little boy runs off, giving Emily and Aaron their first moment alone all day. Aaron wraps his arm around her waist the moment the pizza is no longer in his hands, and he tugs her closer, smiling as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Hi.” 
She hums contentedly and leans in to kiss him. “Hi,” she replies, kissing him again, “I miss you.” 
His hand slips under the hem of the sweatshirt she’d stolen from him and the t-shirt underneath, his palm warm and wide against her bare skin, “We spent most of the day together.” 
She scrunches her nose up and kisses him again, “It’s not the same, though. I can’t just kiss you in front of everyone.” 
He pulls her in for a hug, and because she’s barefoot apart from a pair of socks, also stolen from him, she can tuck herself right against him, his chin on top of her head as he continues to run circles on her back. 
“We’ll tell them at Dave’s next week,” he assures her. “Then we don’t have to keep it a secret anymore.”
She pouts in a way she wouldn’t if she wasn’t exhausted and ruined by him in a way no one else had ever been able to come close to, “I still won’t be able to kiss you at work, though.” 
“True,” he laughs, the sound punctuated by a kiss against her lips as Jack runs back into the room, “One step at a time, sweetheart.” 
Jack hands her a plate, and they sit on the couch. Emily is boxed in by both Hotchners, and she tilts her head curiously as she notices open photo albums stacked on the corner of the coffee table, “What’s all this?” 
“We were looking at pictures of Mommy and Daddy when they first met,” Jack says, smiling appreciatively at Aaron as he places a slice of pizza on his plate, “Did you know they met in high school?” 
She nods as she holds out her plate to Aaron, smiling when he puts some pizza on there for her, “I did know that.”
Jack takes a bite of his pizza, but doesn’t let a mouthful of bread and cheese stop him from talking, “Mommy was so pretty. And Daddy was…well, Daddy.” 
“Thanks, Jack,” Aaron quips, and Emily hums sympathetically, placing her hand on his knee as she squeezes the joint. 
“I’m sure your dad was very handsome, just like he is now,” she says, winking when Aaron’s eyes meet hers. 
“When we’ve eaten, you should look at the pictures too, Emily. Daddy says we can’t look whilst we are eating because we’ll get the pictures dirty.” 
She doesn’t mean to freeze, but she does, her body briefly tense before she can stop it because this was something she didn’t know how to handle. She wanted to be part of it, to sit here squished between the two of them as Jack learnt more about the woman he’d had stolen from him when he was so young, but she didn’t want to intrude, to insert herself into memories that she was not meant to be a part of. Aaron notices, because of course he does, and he places his hand over hers on his knee, linking their fingers together briefly, his eyes soft when she looks up at him again. 
“That will be nice, Jack,” he says, assuring her with nothing more than a flicker of a smile that he was okay with it, “But we should eat first and then-”
“Wash our hands,” Jack says, rolling his eyes, “I know.” 
Aaron leans in to whisper to her, “That’s all you, you know. He never used to do that.” 
She smiles, any anxiety she’d briefly felt forgotten, and she shrugs playfully. “What can I say? I’m an excellent influence.”
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They spend some time flipping through the albums after they’ve eaten, Emily leaning against Aaron and Jack against her with Sergio on his lap as she lets the little boy point out who is who to her. Aaron needs to correct him a couple of times, his voice soft and loving as he reminds him of what he’d told him the last time they’d flicked through these photos - pictures of the little boy’s mom and dad as kids themselves, moments frozen in time and kept safe behind plastic, both of them young and unaware of everything that was to come. 
Eventually, it’s time for Jack to go to bed, and he hugs and kisses her cheek and tells her he loves her before Aaron shepherds him down the hallway, followed by Sergio, who would inevitably end up sleeping on the end of Jack’s bed. She finds herself alone on the couch, still flicking through the photo album, finding herself unable to stop looking at pictures of the man she loved when he was a lanky teenager - all limbs and height he hadn’t quite grown into yet. She flicks onto the next page of pictures, and something catches her eye immediately. 
Aaron and Haley are standing in the middle of a group of friends, people she’s sure they hugged at graduation and promised they’d stay in touch with before their friendship faded - worn away with time and distance - and they are both smiling widely, but that’s not what she’s looking at. She holds the album closer, a gasp escaping her as it finally clicks what she’s looking at, and she chuckles to herself. 
“No fucking way.” 
Aaron, her stern, very serious, all sharp edges and pressed suits, boyfriend used to have an earring. 
“He’s curled up with Sergio and a book,” Aaron says as he walks back into the living room, “Do you want a glass of…” he trails off when he sees the look on her face, the mix of delight and shock as she looks up at him and lets out a surprised laugh, “What’s wrong?” 
She turns the album to face him, and his eyes go wide because he’d forgotten those photos were in the album he’d left her with, “You had your ear pierced?” 
He sighs, “Em-”
“Come here,” she says, reaching for his hand and tugging him down to the couch, placing the photo album carefully on the coffee table before she climbs onto his lap and grabs his right ear, “I can’t believe I never noticed…” she gasps in delight when she spots it, a tiny scar in the lobe of his ear that she immediately presses her thumb against, “You really did have your ear pierced,” she smiles as she pulls back, pressing her lips together when she sees the pink tinge to his cheeks, feels the way he squeezes her hips, “Sorry, honey,” she says, clearing her throat, “I just never…expected you to have your ear pierced.” 
He smiles, completely unable to stop himself in the face of her excitement at learning something new, something so unexpected, about him, “You’re not going to let it go until I tell you about it, are you?”
She shakes her head, her smile so wide it makes him ache before she leans in to kiss him, fully settling into his lap, her arms around his neck and her thumb and finger still pressed to both sides of the tiny scar on his ear. 
“Tell me everything.” 
“Haley dared me to do it,” he says, wrapping his arms around Emily to secure her to him, her side pressed against his chest as his hand once again sneaks under the sweater she’s wearing, “And I was a teenage boy in love for the first time and entirely unable say no to her,” he says, smiling as he thinks about it, “So we went and got it pierced in a studio that makes me shudder when I think about it now, and I let her pick out the earring. I had it for a few weeks. I took it out for high school graduation and forgot to put it back in, so it healed over. I tried to force it back through, but it wasn’t happening.” His eyes meet hers, and any embarrassment he’d felt is long gone, replaced with warm nostalgia and the joy of sharing this part of himself with the woman he loves. “Haley was disappointed, I was not,” he chuckles, and Emily does too, her hand finally slipping from his ear to his neck as she makes him look at her again, “She said it made me look cool. As you saw, it did not.” 
“I don’t know,” she says playfully, running her thumb back and forth over his jaw. “I think it looked pretty cool, too,” she says, leaning in to kiss him quickly, “Between your single diamond earring, and my Siouxsie and the Banshees phase, we would have made quite the pair in high school.” 
He chuckles at that and turns to kiss her palm, “I dread to think what you could have talked me into,” he says wryly, “I probably would have got my lip pierced or something to impress you.” 
Emily laughs and shakes her head at him before she kisses him again and then snuggles into his chest, her forehead tucked into his neck, “I like learning new things about you.” 
He drops a kiss to her hairline, words he didn’t know how to say quite yet pressed against her skin, “I like learning new things about you, too.”
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mikotosworld · 7 months ago
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ssaemilyhotchner · 1 month ago
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where my lore started
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sirpotys · 1 year ago
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Emily: *holding a mirror in front of Hotch* Hotch look at this beautiful piece of art.
Aaron: Prentiss that's a mirror
Emily: *smiling* that's right.
Aaron: Oh!. *He hugs her tightly and blinks the tears from her eyes.* Please never leave my side.
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fuckyeahhotchniss · 6 months ago
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🎃👻 Get ready for the Hotchniss Spooky Season Challenge! 👻🎃
This October, we’re bringing the chills, thrills, and fun with a brand-new challenge that’ll test your spooky spirit!
Dare to join? Keep an eye out for the full details dropping soon. Let’s make this spooky season unforgettable!
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cloudlessly-light · 1 year ago
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Can you do a hotchniss smut where Emily fake her orgasm because she struggles to finish sometimes and hotch notices so he confronts her about it and they try different positions and stuff
Title: Want your body like a fiend Summary: Aaron is not a quitter, so when Emily has a problem, he’s more than happy to help Word count: 3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, rough (ish), Aaron is a pleasure dom no one can tell me differently
”Do you want to go to dinner with me?”
That’s how it starts, how they start. It had been years of attraction, years of longing and yearning and then he just asks, like it’s not a big deal. And she couldn’t have been happier about it. With that question everything changes.
“Yes.” She smiles, and it’s big and bright and everything she hadn’t been since Paris. But she was back now and Aaron didn’t want to even think about losing her again.
So they go to dinner and in the beginning it’s tense and awkward, both of them having some trouble letting go of Hotch and Prentiss. But as the night carries on, Aaron relaxes and as he does, Emily does too. By the time dessert is placed on the table they’re teasing and talking, something about being together apart from the team and Quantico enough to let them simply be themselves.
“I had a nice time.” She says as he walks her to her door.
“Me too.” He’s smiling, the smile that makes his dimple show and she resists pressing her finger against it. “Would you like to do this again?”
“I’d love to.” She tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear and then he’s leaning forward and presses a kiss to her cheek. It’s soft and careful and when he pulls back she feels her cheek tingling from where his lips had touched her skin.
“See you at work.” His voice is just above a whisper, low and slightly raspy and she knows she needs to hear it like that again.
“See you tomorrow.” She unlocks her door and when she turns around, he’s smiling at her.
Their second date doesn’t happen until almost two weeks later, work and Jack and life quickly getting in the way. But he surprises her, knocks on her door with a bouquet of flowers and breakfast on a Sunday morning.
“You said that you didn’t have plans.” He offers before she can ask what he’s doing at her doorstep. “And I wanted to surprise you, since our second date has taken a backseat.”
“T-thank you.” She stutters, feeling slightly embarrassed to stand in front of him without make-up in her sweats and a loose shirt.
“You look beautiful.” He says like he can read her mind and she smiles at him. “These are for you.” He hands her the flowers and watches as she takes them, her smile getting even bigger as she smells them.
“How did you know peonies are my favorite?” She looks from the bouquet of white, pink and purple to him and he winks at her.
“That’s for me to know, for now.” He pushes past her and into her kitchen and places the bag he’s carrying onto the counter. “I brought pancakes, coffee and fruit.”
As Emily watches him unpack boxes and carefully places take away cups down she feels her entire body warm. He was it for her, she knew it.
It gets easier after that morning, coffee dates before work and dinners if they aren’t away on cases. And all of a sudden it’s been close to two months and Emily is pressing him back against her front door, her tongue in his mouth and hands grabbing at his clothes.
They had waited, neither of them wanted their first time to be something rushed and tonight it was finally the time. His hands were on her waist, pushing her further into him, fingers moving under her shirt to feel her warm skin against his palms.
“I want you.” He gets out through heated kisses and she nods into a breathless kiss, only pulling back when the need for air becomes too much.
They move to the bedroom, hands roaming and lips searching as clothes fall onto the floor in a mess and when he pushes her against the bed she’s already flushed, her body feeling like it was on fire from him.
“You’re sure right?” He asks, eyes so soft that she wants to look away as he hovers above her. But she doesn’t, instead she cups his cheek as she nods.
“I’m sure.” She pulls him into another kiss as her legs wrap around his hips. His hand moves down her body, his lips move from hers to taste the skin of her neck, his tongue licking a stripe down the column of it and further down until he can lick over her nipple. Her back arches into him, offering more of herself to his searching lips and when his lips wrap around her nipple, she feels two fingers push inside of her and she moans softly.
His groan is muffled against her chest when he feels the heat of her around his fingers. When he curls them his eyes flicker up to her face, watches the way her eyelids drift closed and how her cheeks flush pink. He can feel the want and something they haven’t said out loud yet growing by every second and then she’s pulling him up to kiss him.
“Fuck me.” She whispers against his lips, a smirk on hers and eyes so dark they look black. The sound of her breathless gasp when he pulls his fingers out of her and tastes her makes him rut against her thigh, something close to needy behind the sound.
“Delicious.” He mutters and she arches an eyebrow in return.
“Filthy.” The teasing tone is immediately replaced by another moan when he spreads her legs wide, the tip of his cock hot against her clit. He’s big, pushing inside of her slowly as he keeps his eyes on hers and when his hips are flush against her he swallows down a groan as his forehead leans on her shoulder.
“Jesus Christ, you feel good.” He gets out through clenched teeth as he waits for her to adjust, The second she’s pushing up against him he starts to move, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting forward. The sounds of his name and jumbled moans coming from her only encourage him as he moves with heavy pushes of his hips.
It feels good, it feels so good and Emily is sure that her nails that she’s digging into his sides are breaking skin, but he doesn’t seem to care so she doesn’t either. It feels so good, but it’s not enough and the familiar feeling of stress comes over her out of nowhere. She didn’t think it would with him, didn’t think that she’d get into her own head like she usually did. But it was too late.
She had always had trouble finishing, especially with someone else. She would feel rushed or overthink what was happening and even if she really enjoyed what her partner was doing, more often than not she’d never fall over the edge. It was normal, she knew that, but she hadn’t thought it would happen with Aaron.
But as she lies there she can feel her own mind taking over and she knew that no matter how good it felt she wouldn’t get there. She didn’t really mind, she was used to it being this way, so when she fell back into what she was used to, moaning louder and clenching her muscles as she faked her orgasm she didn’t think much of it. Until she felt Aaron stopping and looking down at her with furrowed eyebrows.
“What was that?” He asked, dark eyes intent on hers.
“What was what?” She offers him a smile that he doesn’t return.
“You just faked it.”
“I-I didn’t” The way her voices raise just slightly in pitch gives her away.
“You did.” He rolls off her and grabs the cover to cover them both before propping his head up on his arm, staying close to her. “Why?”
She sighs heavily, never had anybody noticed, never had she had to tell someone, and of course it would have to be him that noticed. In hindsight she shouldn’t have been surprised, he’s the most perceptive person she’d ever met.
“Sometimes I can’t.” She starts slowly as she looks up at the ceiling. “Sometimes I can’t come and it’s just easier to fake it.”
“Sweetheart,” The nickname makes her relax slightly. “it’s not your job to make me feel good about my sexual performance.”
“But it’s not like I’m not enjoying it!” She huffs in frustration and brushes some hair out of her face. “It feels amazing and yet I just… can’t. Like my body is broken.” When he pulls her into his arms she doesn’t fight it, his lips against her forehead is calming, his even heartbeat soothing. “I just didn’t think this would be a problem with you.”
“I don’t see this as a problem.” His words makes her look up at him with pursed lips. “All this means is that we’ll try different things, and there’s always toys, and it’s our first time sweetheart, it’ll take some time getting to know each other like this.” He smiles at her and she bites her bottom lip to keep her own smile at bay. “Besides, getting to spend time with you, explore every inch of your body, how is that not a win for me?”
When she laughs and swats his chest he rolls her back onto the bed.
“Do you think you can let me do that?” He whispers and when she nods he leans down to stamp a kiss to her lips. “Just promise me that you won’t fake it?”
She looks up at him for a moment, for some reason feeling nervous but in the end she trusts him with everything, including this.
“Okay.”
He kisses her again, kisses her for so long that she forgets about everything that wasn’t him. His hands are slow as they move down her body, caressing skin with teasing touches. By the time he’s moving down the bed, her chest is heaving, her clit pulsing as he slowly kisses from her neck to her chest and further down until he’s between her thighs. But he surprises her, and instead of feeling his tongue against her center, he’s trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her thighs, moving from one to the other.
“Aaron…” She gasps, feeling like she’ll go insane but he shushes her gently.
“Let’s not rush.” He mumbles, his eyes heated and dark and her breathing hitches at the sight.
She isn’t sure how long he spends kissing the sensitive skin of her thighs while his hands are moving over her body, but by the time he’s licking through her, she’s keening and writhing, needing more. His tongue is strong, pushing inside of her and then licking broad stripes through her folds until he’s sucking on her clit.
“Fuck!” Her back arches at the sudden pressure on her clit, the feeling intense. Somewhere through hazy pleasure she can tell that he’s smirking, satisfied with her reaction. But she doesn’t get the chance to give it much thought because his fingers are inside of her, moving, curling, twisting and her entire body reacts to it.
Aaron can feel her start to clench his fingers and he knows that she’s getting close. He focuses on what he’s doing, pushing his fingers against the same spot and sucks and licks over her clit and when smooth thighs start to squeeze around his head he only doubles his effort.
“I- I’m gonna- fuck Aaron, I’m coming!” She cries out as she falls over the edge, muscles tense as she rides out her pleasure. Her body felt like it was weightless, and as she starts to come down from her high, she can feel Aaron kiss slowly up her body. The laugh that erupts from her is unexpected, and the second he’s face to face with her again she pulls him into a kiss.
“Thank you.” She mumbles against his lips and he only smiles, something predatory in his eyes.
“That was one, let’s see if we can get you to two.” He flips her around and then takes a pillow and pushes it underneath her hips. “What do you like?” His voice is low as he leans over her back, lips by her ear and she shivers.
“Don’t be afraid to get rough.” She turns her head to look at him and he smirks.
“What else?” He licks along her spine and she gasps at the heat of him against her.
“I’ve never come without clit stimulation.” Her hips push back against his and when the hot smear of him stains her thigh she swallows down a moan. “A-and talking helps.”
“Dirty talk?” He rubs his cock through her folds and waits for her answer.
“Yeah, especially your voice.” Her cheeks burn from her admission and she’s happy that he can’t see her face.
“My voice huh?” He grabs her hip with one hand, keeping her still as he slowly pushes forward. “Good to know.”
“Oh my God.” She whimpers, the breathy sounds quickly turning into louder moans when he immediately sets a fast pace behind her.
“Fuck you feel good.” He straddles the back of her thighs and leans back over her as he mutters against the back of her ear. “Like you were made for me, perfect for me. My perfect thing.”
She bites down on her own hand to keep the wanton moan from erupting, something about his voice and his possessiveness driving her wild. She pushes her hip back against him, the groans coming making her flush with want.
They stay like that, Aaron grunting filth in her ear as Emily moans and whimpers, but he can tell that it isn’t enough, even when he gets his hand underneath her to toy with her clit. But he lets her take charge, enjoys the way she feels, the softness of her skin, the taste of sweat on her body until he can tell she’s getting frustrated and he slows.
“Can I ride you?” She asks, voice close to desperate and he growls at the sound. He lays on his back and watches with heated eyes as she moves to straddle him.
“You look so good like this.” He marvels at the sight of her above him, his hands landing on her waist as she sinks down on him with a low gasp. She supports herself on his chest, her nails digging into him as she starts moving. He watches her for a while, enjoys the way her tight walls cling to his shaft and the visual of Emily riding him. Then he bends his legs and starts to push up against her and she whines at the sudden movement.
“A-again.” She begs as she leans back, one hand supporting herself on his thigh while the other moves down to rub her clit. He takes notice of how she does it, stores that information for later and continues to thrust up into her. He moves one hand to her chest, pulls one nipple and then moves to the other when she nods.
“God you’re gorgeous, soaking my lap.” His words make her hips buckle and her hand speed up between her legs.
“C-close.” The heat in her stomach was building, her body chasing her release and if she wasn’t so focused on the way he made her feel she would have been astounded that she was close to coming for a second time, something that had never happened to her before.
“Do it, come for me.” He grits out as she start to spasm on top of him, jaw slacked and eyes rolling back in her head. She grunts as she comes, her fingers rubbing quickly and Aaron moving underneath her keeping her from coming down completely until she slumps in blissful exhaustion.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe that just happened.” She smiles lazily and doesn’t stop him when he lays her back on the bed on her side. When he spoons her from behind she sighs happily, her leg coming to rest over his hip as she slides back inside of her.
“How does that feel?” He husks against her neck, one arm sneaking underneath her to cup her breast while the other hand grips her thigh.
“So good, you feel so good.” She mumbles as her own hand moving to gently grasp at his neck, her fingers pulling on his hair. “Keep going.”
Aaron bit down on the back of her shoulder as he started to pump his hips against hers. He’s getting close to his own orgasm, can feel it growing by every thrust and when Emily squeezes around him he knows she can tell.
“I want you to come inside of me.” She turns just enough to kiss him, her tongue swiping over his bottom lip. “I want to feel all of it.”
“Fuck Em.” He grabs her harder, keeps her tight against him as he ruts against her, his movements becoming sloppy. “I’m going to make you come every which way, going to make you come until you’re begging me to stop.” The words are mumbles and hushed, words he wasn’t even sure he was saying falling from his lips as Emily let out needy whimpers and moans.
She feels him stilling behind her not much later, the sound of her name muffled against her neck as he bites a bruise into her skin, the heat of his release inside of her soon making her squirm. Only when his grip on her loosened did she turn, breathless and dazed as he hugged her close to his chest.
 “Was that too much?” He asks after their breathing had returned to normal, Emily drawing random patterns on his chest as he slowly stroked her back.
“No, it was amazing.” She lifted her head and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“And tonight was just the beginning.” He grabbed the back of her neck to keep her from pulling away. “We’re going to have so much fun.”
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clem-125 · 17 days ago
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Submerged
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