#caregiver aaron hotchner

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It's okay, Dada's here.

A/N - My family and I had a argument last night and my friend comforted me and so I decided to make a oneshots of Loki helping a reader when their parents argue. 

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of screaming, G/N reader (no pronouns used, gender neutral nicknames), Mentions of Loki helping change reader, tears for a main part of the story, mentions of abusive household.

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Loki’s green glow shines through your blanket, and the energy in your room shifts. The screaming, slamming, and insults shared between your parents downstairs quiets. Your sobs and sniffles become louder to your ears, and your body shakes.

“Little one?” Loki asks as he quietly shuffles to sit next to you and pulls the blanket off your face, his face nothing but concern for you.

He gently picks you up and cradles you in his chest, rocking you, gently shushing you.

The muffled sobbing into his chest as you find comfort in his soothing voice and how he holds you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, how he knows just how much you need him.

How he uses his magic to make sure you can't hear how bad the fighting is getting downstairs, and how he protects you from the world that threatens to hurt you.

“Sweets, I'm going to take you back to my home. You can’t be here anymore.” Loki whispers softly, standing up and holding you protectively. 

Holding tightly onto him while he uses his beautiful green magic to take you back to his apartment in the tower.

He gently sets you down on his bed, crouching in front of you and wiping the tears off your face.

“Hey baby it's okay, you're safe here. No one can get you. The screamy is all done. No more.” Loki gently strokes your face, kissing your nose before getting up and getting you a change of clothes. 

He helps you to get changed into his shirt and a pair of shorts he had for you, before grabbing a paci and gently pushing it past your lips.

Picking you back up he gently rocks you as your tears finally stop and your breathing begins to even out. 

“T’ank you dada.. scre’min wa’ louds n scaries.” You mumble quietly under your breath, falling happily into your safe headspace.

“Always baby. You know you'll never be alone. Dada always has a space for you here. Even permanently if you wanted?” Loki gently pulls his head back to look at you.

“Nuh mores scre’min n b’eakin stuff?” You look up at him, tears building in your eyes once more.

“No more any of that. Dada will protect you.” Loki softly smiles, kissing your nose.

“Wanna lives wif dada..” You softly mutter.

“Then here you'll stay baby, don’t worry loves, Dada will make sure you never have to hear another one of their arguments.” Loki climbs into bed with you, safely tucking you into his chest and holding you protectively. Safe from anything that dares to take you from him.

[littlespacereader]

I saw that ur criminal minds agere fic is just one so here is my request

Daddy hoch x dada derek x little reader where something is bothering her but she regressed to a headspace where she is non verbal (she is always tiny in her headspace but today she was extra tiny) and they try to find out what's wrong but there gotta go to work but dont want to leave her alone so they go all to the Bau and after a while she falls asleep with her paci in mouth a stuffy under her arm a blankie in her hand and wrapped in a very big cozy weighet blanked 😍😍🥺

GET OUT OF HERE! Don’t actually because this fic is absolutely adorable!! I’m a sucker for a good CG!Hotch fic but CG!Morgan too!! I’m dead!! I absolutely love the ideas you added to the request so I made sure to include them all! I apologize for how long this took me to write. Between school and all the rewriting I’ve been doing it’s been a bit of a hassle. But I’m very happy with how this fic turned out! Please enjoy!! Thank you for the request!

Baby in the Bullpen 🍼🏢📄

Caregiver! Aaron Hotchner, Caregiver! Derek Morgan, & Fem Little! Reader

Tags - SFW!, hurt/comfort, hugs, cuddles, forehead kisses, pacifiers, sippy cups, low key mentions of pull-ups, BAU family

Nicknames - Princess, sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, Daddy for Hotch, Dada for Morgan

Picture a day where everything is perfect. It’s a perfect day where everything goes well and there’s no problem or pressure at all. Almost like you’ve been floating on a happy little cloud.

Today is not one of those days.

Today is a day where everything that could possibly go wrong goes wrong. Like a rain cloud that’s only centered on you.

I knew the moment I woke up it was going to be one of those days. Snuggled between my Caregivers in a nice warm bed, what more could any Little ask for? But my alarm went off and off to work I went.

It wasn’t every day my Caregivers had the day off, so I was especially mad I had work while the two of them were home. But trying to match my schedule with theirs always seemed like an uphill battle.

I arrived to my job at the bookstore to a line, let me repeat, A LINE of angry customers! How you could possibly be angry in a bookstore is beyond me, but today wanted to test me to see my limits.

So there I stood, listening to one complaint after the other, all while trying to keep my composure.

My book came with scratches on the cover!

My book’s cover was supposed to be purple!

I didn’t like the ending!

You didn’t say it was a sad book!

Blah, Blah, Blah. All utterly stupid and pointless complaints that were more ridiculous than the next. Despite their ridiculous claims it’s began to ware me down with one right after the other.

I longed for the day to end, for my Caregivers, who were probably on each others nerve by now without me as their favorite buffer. The thought brought a smile to my face.

Then my manager came over and decided to ruin it all. “Y/N, I’m going to need you to stay later today. Elizabeth called in sick.”

“I can’t I have plans.” Do I actually have plans? No, nothing besides a nice early dinner and cuddling with my Caregivers. But she didn’t need to know that.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to cancel them. You’re the only one here so you’re going to cover it.” And with that she walked away.

Suddenly I felt the weight of the day layered on again. I became overwhelmed with emotions I wasn’t allowed to have at the moment. I took my break and went into the restroom to pull myself together.

Frustrated tears fell from my eyes but I couldn’t break down now, not yet. I would have time for this when I got home. I just needed a minute and then I could go back out there and deal with everyone once again.

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Morgan could see Y/N’s headlights going up the driveway before he heard the car door slam shut.

“Hotch, she’s home.” He called out to him, before the front door opened.

The moment Y/N entered the house, Morgan and Hotch immediately looked over. Morgan sat by the television and Hotch had popped out of kitchen. But immediately they could both see that something was wrong.

“Princess? You alright?” Morgan right away asked. His usual smile replaced with a worried look.

Y/N didn’t say a word. She just dropped her bags and started crying. Morgan jumped from the couch and quickly made his way over to her.

“Hey, hey, hey, what happened? What’s going on?” Morgan lifted the sad Little into his arms.

Y/N didn’t say a word, she just grabbed Morgan’s shirt like her life depended on it and cried. Hotch crossed the house, joining Morgan and Y/N at the door.

The two Caregivers shared a worried look. “What happened sweetheart?” Hotch tried to ask but still Y/N didn’t say a word. She just buried her head against Morgan’s chest and continued to sob.

Morgan began walking around the room with the Little in his arms, lighting bouncing and shushing her cries. One arm wraps around her back with his hand cradling her head.

Morgan and Hotch continue to share worried looks to one another as the two Caregivers turn their profiling sides on for a moment.

“She was supposed to be home at 3 right?”

“Yeah but she texted me saying they had to keep her there long.” Hotch replied.

“So a bad day at work?”

“This isn’t just from a bad day at work. This is a build up. We were gone all last week and now the first day of our break she has to work. Mix that with possibly a bad day and…” Hotch trailed on.

“Poor baby,” Morgan coos, “Missing your handsome Caregiver today huh?” He jokes hoping to get anything from his little one, but it doesn’t get a smile. Instead she just rests her head on his shoulder as tears still slip from her eyes.

Thankfully all the walking around bouncing seemed to work, at least a little bit. Y/N was no longer crying but she didn’t seem too happy either.

“There we go, no more tear gorgeous. You’re okay now. We’ve got you.” Morgan sat beside Hotch on the couch, pulling Y/N in his lap.

Hotch leaned over and wiped the remaining tears from her face. “It’s been a long day hasn’t it?” He asked but Y/N just cuddled closer to Morgan instead of answering.

All at once the two realized their baby was feeling a bit non verbal today. It didn’t happen often with Y/N, but when it did they knew she was feeling especially young.

“Not in the mood for talking? That’s okay princess. We’ve got you.” Morgan starts to say.

“How about this? How about we go upstairs and get changed out of these big uncomfortable clothes and into something a bit more comfortable? Squeeze my hand once for yes and twice for no.”

Morgan took her hand in his. After a moment of thinking he set a single squeeze. He looked to Hotch and nodded. “Alright, let’s get you changed.”

He stands and immediately smells something burning. “Aaron…you’re burning dinner again.” Hotch’s face dropped. He jumps up from the couch and runs into the kitchen.

Morgan smirked and shook his head. He carries Y/N upstairs and while chuckling, “It isn’t really a Daddy dinner if he didn’t burn it?” He joked. That got a small smile from Y/N. They were heading in the right direction.

Once in her light pink bedroom, he set her down on her bed and began going through her dresser drawer. “Okay, I think for you tonight we’re going to get you dressed in the absolute softest pajamas. And the absolute softest pajama you have arrrreeeeee these!”

He turned back to the bed to see Y/N sitting patiently with her favorite stuffie Sharky the shark in hand. “Ta-da!” He held up the fluffy pink long sleeve onesie complete with footed feet.

Y/N squeezes their stuffie as they took a moment of consideration. They decided with a simple nod of the head as a yes to Morgan and the footed onesie.

“Great! I thought I picked a good one,” he winked, “Now let’s get you changed for the night.”

Morgan helped Y/N take off their normal work attire and changed into the soft onesie and a pull-up for good measure. “There we are. Now let’s get your hair out of your face.” Morgan moved to get their hair tied and brush when there was a knock to the door.

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Daddy walked in and he had that look on his face. You know, the look that says something’s wrong and he’s not happy about it.

“Derek I need to speak to you for a moment.”

That’s never a good thing.

“Y/N, we’ll be right outside the door okay? Just for a minute.” Dada reiterated.

My two Caregivers left the room and closed the door behind them. Then, once again, I was alone. The terrible feelings start to come back again.

Dada scared them away with his gentle rocking, shushing and jokes. He always knows how to make me feel better when I’m upset. But now my sadness was returning and with it fear. It’s never a good thing when your Caregivers go to talk about something first without you there.

I squeezed my shark stuffie a little tighter as I stared down the bedroom door. Was I in trouble? Was there trouble? My mind started to spiral with ideas.

It sounded like they were arguing, not with each other but about something. Again, that’s never a good thing to hear. My sadness took a backseat for a second as curiosity took the wheel. I hoped off my bed and walked over to the door with the hopes of maybe catching what they were talking about.

“Call them back and tell them we can’t. I mean you see the kind of night she’s having.”

“You don’t think I know that? *sigh* I tried everything, every excuse in the book. Rossi knows us, he knows Y/N. He wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t life or death, you know he wouldn’t.”

“So what are we going to do? She can’t be by herself tonight-“

I backed away from the door as I processed what they’re saying. Uncle Rossi called? That means they were going to the office. They’re leaving me.

The realization brought sadness back to the drivers seat. I walked back over to my bed and crawled under the covers. Maybe it’s better if I’m alone. I don’t want them! I don’t want anyone!

I cried into my shark stuffie as I heard the door open and close again. Then I heard the sound of footsteps over to my bed before I felt someone sit next to me.

“Sweetheart it’s okay. You don’t have to hide it’s just Daddy.” Hotch said as his hand rubbed the top of the blanket.

Okay maybe I was lying when I said I wanted to be alone…because I don’t. I want him to stay!

I peeked my head out from the blanket and was met with Daddy’s worried eyes. He opened his arms to me as a silent invitation, one I happily took. He brought me into his lap and hugged me close. I rested my head on his shoulder as tears fell from my eyes.

“There’s my sweet girl. Now, there’s something we need to talk about.”

The last scared me, and all at once I started crying some more as I shook my head no. I don’t want to hear the bad news.

“It’s okay, you didn’t hear it yet. It’s not a bad thing I promise. It’s just…a change of plans.” Hotch sighed as he began to rub my back to calm me down, “You see, Uncle Rossi called me and he really needs Dada and I to go to the office and work on something. Now normal I would rather you stay home and stay far away from the office. But I can see you really need Dada and I tonight so…you’re going to come to the office with us.”

My sniffles here and there stopped for a moment as I process what he was saying. I would come into the office with them?

I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him confused. I would go to his office, like this? And he was okay with it? I mean, his team knows about my regress. One of them even regresses too. Spencer and I are best friends because of it. But everyone else at the FBI doesn’t know.

I guess Daddy could see my confusing because he explained on. “It would only be us, just our team. It’s too late for everyone else to be at the office anyway. Just Aunt JJ, Aunt Emily, Aunt Penelope, Uncle Rossi and Spencer. No one else.”

That put my worries at ease, but it didn’t answer million other questions running through my mind. Before I really understood what was happening, he stood up and made his way over to the dresser.

He paused seeing my hair ties and brush sitting on top. Daddy chuckled, “It’s a good thing I stopped Dada before he brushed your hair. Isn’t that right?”

I mean he wasn’t lying. When it came to doing my hair, Hotch is my favorite person…well after Aunt Penelope, JJ and Emily of course. Morgan…he wasn’t the most gentle when it came to brushing my hair. He sat back on the bed and began to brush and tie my hair.

Once satisfied, he went to my closet and grabbed my usual Little to-go bag. He began packing it with the usuals some coloring books, crayons, toys, my pacifier, and a weighted blanket. But speaking of paci…

Immediately when I saw my favorite pacifier I whined and made grabbie hands for it. Daddy immediately held it up for me as if to say “is this want you want?” When I nodded my head yes repeatedly, he walked over and handed it to me.

I immediately popped it in and felt the rush of relief. There’s something about a paci that just melts away the stress. I held Sharkey close and closed my eyes for a moment, soaking in the nice fuzzy feeling before it disappeared.

Daddy walked back over with a little pacifier clip. He wrapped it around and clipped it to my onesie so I wouldn’t lose it.

Dada popped in with a sippy cup on his hand. He handed it to Daddy before he zipped the bag up. I looked over at Dada and notice the new outfit he was wearing. Actually, now that I’m thinking that I notice Daddy was the same way. Out of their usual at home comfy clothes and back into their stupid work clothes.

“All set?” Hotch asked Morgan.

“Yeah I’m all set. Is she all good?”

“She’s all packed up and ready to go.”

Then they both looked back to me. I just squeezed Sharky and looked away. Dada walked over and kneeled down beside me.

“I know the last thing you want to do tonight is go out. But…” he dragged the but on, “Think of this whole thing like an adventure. Going undercover with your Caregivers at the FBI. You’re our Little agent tonight.”

I lifted my head up and met his eyes. That did sound cool the way he was saying it. I put my arms out to him and made grabby hands to be held.

He never needs to be told twice. He smiled, lifting me up into his arms. “Come on baby, let’s start our adventure.”

Dada carried me to the car with Daddy right behind. In Daddy’s arms, my backpack and his brief case in the other. Daddy hoping in the drivers seat while Dada buckled me into my seat. Once he hopped into the passenger seat, we were off.

The ride to the BAU wasn’t long at all, but with the emotionally exhausting day I’ve been having, I kept nodding off the whole drive. I really only woke up when the SUV came to a stop in the underground parking garage.

Daddy came to my side of the car, helping me with my seatbelt before I hoped out. It was weird seeing the parking garage so empty. Usually it would be filled with cars. Now it had our SUV and the others cars inside of it with the rest of the spots empty.

We made our way to the elevator. “Wanna press 15 for me sweetheart?” Hotch asked. I nodded and happily pressed the button. With that the doors close and we start to go up.

Once the doors opened I immediately started to feel shy. It’s very rare that I go out regressed like this, walking around in my onesie, stuffie in my hands and my paci in my mouth.

But today was a horrible, horrible day. And there was no way I was going to be much older than I am now.

I walk closer to Dada and grab his hand. He holds onto it tightly as I walk sort of hidden behind him.

Once in the bullpen Rossi greeted us. He began briefing Morgan and Hotch on what’s going on. All the big words fly over my head as I stay hidden against Dada’s side.

After a moment he turns and looks at me, “And hello my beautiful niece! How are you doing tonight? Out on a late night adventure?” Rossi smiles.

“She’s not feeling very talkative tonight David.” Hotch explains.

“Aw! That’s no problem. Whatever is most comfortable for my favorite niece in the whole world.” His kindness starts to bring me out of my shell a bit. I turn from Dada’s side to Rossi with a small smile across my face.

“She’s your only niece.” Morgan chuckles.

“Doesn’t make her any less my favorite.” Rossi winks towards me. Again I can’t help but smile.

With my free hand I lift Sharky up to Rossi to see. “Ahh! Well if it isn’t Sharky! He scared me! I thought there was a loose shark in here! You better keep an eye on him Y/N.” He winked.

Rossi looks back up towards Morgan and Hotch and explaining what they needed to do.

Morgan looks to me and squeezes my hand before letting it go, “Alright princess I gotta go do some work. You’re going to go with Daddy, okay? I’ll see you later.”

With a pat to my back and a kiss to the top of my forehead Dada he made a move to leave. But before he could I grabbed his hand again, a whine sounding behind my pacifier.

I could feel Daddy place a hand on my shoulder as Dada turned around and took his hand from me. “I know baby, I know. I promise I’ll be back soon. You stay with Daddy.” He tried to reassure but I shake my head no.

Tears fell from my face as I watched him walk into the middle of the bullpen and take a seat at his desk. I didn’t want this! I want to be home with the two of them!

Daddy picks me up and carried me towards his office, all while rubbing my back and trying to reassure me. Looking over his shoulder I could see the whole team gathering to talk about the case.

Aunt JJ and Emily stand next to Morgan’s desk chatting with him. Not unusual. What is unusual is Spencer. I’ve never seen Spencer outside of our headspaces before. Whenever we hang out he’s regressed with me. So seeing him working and being his usual adult self was an odd shock to my system.

But soon we were in Daddy’s office with the door shutting behind him. All at once the overwhelming office became less overwhelmed with just the two of us together.

He sat his briefcase down on his desk before crossing the office and taking a seat with me on his office couch. “It’s okay. I know, it’s a long day isn’t it? And it keeps getting longer. But I’m here and Dada’s just a few feet away. We’re here.”

Daddy spends a moment reassuring and comforting me. Once my tears stop falling he coaxes me to start to color at his coffee table. “Alright, Daddy’s got to go do some work and while I do why don’t you color a picture for Dada and I? If you need anything you just come over and I’ll help you.”

With a kiss to my forehead, he picked me up and placed me on the couch. He grabs my coloring book, my crayons and my sippy cup and places them all infront of me before he heads to his desk to work.

For a little while I try not to bother him as he types away on his computer and makes phone call after phone call. But after a picture or two I get a bit antsy. I want to be by him or Dada! Not at this stupid coffee table!

So, grabbing Sharky and my weighted blanket, I make my way over to Daddy at his desk. I round the desk and pull on his sleeve.

~~~

Hotch, who can’t even remember his name at the moment with the amount of work he has, snaps out of his fog when he feels a small tug on his sleeve.

Then a small smile creeps across his face as he sees the tired Little standing infront of him, rubbing their eyes with their fist, a yawn or two escaping behind their pacifier.

“Oh, Y/N. What’s the matter sweetheart?” He asks before remembering.

He takes a moment to look them over before asking, “You wanna go to bed sweetheart?” That gets a nod. “Okay, give me a second and I’ll get the couch set up for you.”

But before he even turns back to his computer, Y/N whiles and shakes her head no. That seemed to upset her.

Hotch turns to her once again, this time confused. She wants to sleep, but not on the couch. “What’s the matter honey?” He asked concerned.

Y/N, with tired tears in her eyes, reach out to him with her stuffie and blanket in her arms. Ohhhhhhh. Finally it kicks in.

“You wanna snuggle honey? Okay. Come here, let’s bundle you up first.” Y/N holds onto her shark as Hotch leans forward and wraps her weighted blanket around her. Then he picked her up like a little burrito and sits her on his lap. Her head rest comfortably against his chest as he wraps his arms around her.

“There you go. Comfy?” He asks getting a small nod in agreement. “Alright, you go to sleep. Daddy will be right here to protect you.” Hotch adds with a kiss to her forehead for good measure.

Hotch continues on working with Y/N peacefully sleeping in his arms. Her head pressed again his chest listening to his heart beat, her paci still in her mouth and her shark stuffie held tightly inside her blankie. She’s the most relaxed she had been all day.

An hour flew by before Hotch received a knock at his door. Garcia popped her head in to ask Hotch a question but that quickly flew out the window as she got a look at how adorable Y/N was.

“Oh my gosh!!! Look at her!!” She whispered, practically dying at the sight of Y/N peacefully sleep in Hotch’s arms.

Garcia couldn’t help herself and alerted everyone to the cute sight. Soon everyone was taking a break from their work to pop into Hotch’s office and see Y/N. They all cooed and awed at the adorable Little who only cuddled closer to her Caregiver.

Morgan smirks and rolls his eyes plays fully, “Hey! When is it my turn?”

“Your chances of being president of the FBI are better than you getting Y/N from my arms.” Hotch jokes back. Now that he had the sweet sleeping Little in his arms, he was not letting her go.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

m on season 2 of criminal minds with my mama- wanteds to make some CG Hotch stuff :p

[jester-jpeg]

can you do a hotch cg board? ^^ no pressure!

♯ hotchner !caregiver moodboard ೀ

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thank you so much for the request!! i hope i did this justice, i always get so nervous making cg moodboards for some reason lol REQUESTS OPEN

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

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

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

|| aaron hotchner x little!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[littlereaderxfandoms]

Scary Sweet

BAU x daddy! hotch x little!fem!reader

Summary : Reader loves her sweets and is not exactly keen on sharing them with others. Hotch doesn't know this but the others do.

Y/n was almost jumping with happiness when Hotch let her get an entire box of cookies while they were waiting to get on the jet at the airport after a long tiring case.

Everyone knew that y/n was Hotch's little and they usually spent the return flights with little y/n as you relaxed and played around.

Once on the plane, you were happily sat on your usual window seat with a movie and your cookies, draped in your favorite fluffy blanket while the others were scattered around with Hotch seated opposite to you and working on some paperwork.

About half way through the flight the Spencer, Morgan and Emily gathered around at the opposite end of the plane from you as they eyed your half-empty box of cookies.

"I really want one." Spencer pouted as he looked at you nibbling on your cookie with puppy eyes.

"Then go get one. " Emily shrugged as she eyes your cookies from the corner of her eyes.

"And if you come out alive, get us some too." Derek added as he unabashedly stared at your cookies.

"She will definitely let me have one but I'm not like you guys, " Spencer said with the fakest confidence. "I don't take kids' food. "

Derek and Emily scoffed at that. All of them know that if he even got the guts to ask you for one, you might just bite him. Like, literally. Derek learned it the hard way when Hotch had to stay back and Derek asked you for a piece of chocolate from the box you were carrying around. You bit his hand pretty hard and he had the marks even after the week-long case had ended.

They never dared to ask you for sweets ever again.

After some more time of them starring at the box of cookies, Emily sat up. "Okay, I'm going to ask for one. "

"If you get out alive, bring me one too. " Derek snorted.

"What's going on?" They turned to Hotch who had just got back from the kitchen area.

"Emily wants to try and ask y/n for a cookie. " Derek states with a snort while Spencer looks at him with his eyebrows raised.

"You do know what y/n is gonna do now that you just said that to Hotch right? " Spencer asks Derek with a raised eyebrow and giggles at the horrified expression on Derek's face and the confused one on Hotch.

"Explain." Hotch gives them a stern look, not understanding the situation.

"Derek, you should do this." Emily says as Spencer nods in agreement. Before he can protest, she explains that now that he is already gonna get it from you, why include them in the range of fire.

He sighs before explaining the situation to Hotch and how you had bitten him really hard. He also snitched about how scarily you had informed him that 'snitches get stitches' when he said he would tell on you, scaring him for life, along with the others.

By the end of the explanation, Hotch was already thinking about your punishment as he made his way back to you.

You looked up from your movie as your daddy took his seat again and shot him an innocent smile, unknowing of the trouble you were in. He asked you to take your headphones off and you did so after pausing your movie.

"Y/n, why don't you go share your cookies with the others, hmm?" Hotch asked, but you knew better. He was clearly not asking or suggesting but giving you an order in that form.

You looked down at your 5 remaining cookies and then at the others on the plane, who had mysteriously gone back to their places and were doing their own thing, before looking back at your daddy. You didn't want to share your cookies. They were yours.

You gave Hotch your best pout and puppy dog eyes, silently asking him not to make you give them away. However, after such a long time together, Hotch knew not to let them change his decision. He gave you a stern look before asking you to go and give everyone else a cookie.

You pouted but knew better than to argue after that look. You got up with a sigh and took your cookies over to the nearest person, who happened to be Spencer.

"Cookie? " You offered with the sweetest voice that made Hotch smile but he couldn't see the menacing look you were giving Spencer that made him give you a tight-lipped smile before refusing. You gave him a smile at that.

You loved Spencer to bits but there was no way you were about to let him have your sweets. They were yours and yours only. At least that is what you thought.

"Go ahead Spencer, take one. Y/n asked you so nicely, you can't say no to that. " Hotch said, raising an eyebrow at him because he knew Spencer wanted a cookie.

Derek and Emily giggled at Spencer's situation as you dared him to take a cookie while Hotch dared him not to take one. They were so glad to have taken a further seat from the cute couple.

Spencer gulped before deciding that it was better to listen to Hotch since he was the boss after all. He took a cookie, giving you a strained smile as he thanked you.

"Of course." You huff before turning back to your daddy, seeing him raise his eyebrow before pointing to the others on the plane.

You pouted, knowing there was no way out of this before making your way to Em, Derek, JJ, and Rossi. By the time you got back to your daddy, you only had one cookie left as Rossi had been sleeping. You give him your best puppy eyes, making him smile at your antics before inviting you to sit on his lap.

You are quick to follow his orders this time as you climb into his lap before snuggling into him. You look at him with the saddest puppy eyes as he takes your last cookie, before happily taking a bite when he feeds you the cookie.

As you cuddle into your daddy after finishing your last cookie, ready to fall asleep, he kisses your cheek before whispering into your ear.

"Sleep little one, I'll deal with your behavior when we get home."

[captainhappyclaws]

More Halloween & little Reid! This time with papa Hotch <3

[inkdrinkerworld]

about caregiver!aaron !! he’d be so so so sweet 😕

yes!! ive been having this thought for weeks so let me pen it!! cw:talks of a slightly 'little' reader aka age regression, aaron is full caregiver!mode! use of daddy nonsexually. don't like it don't read!

Aaron's been waiting for you to slip all day. 

More accurately, he’d known you had needed to slip all week, but there hadn’t been a quiet and safe moment for Aaron to help you regress. He had been waiting and now that the week was over and he had secured the weekend off for the entire team, he knew it was the perfect time to help you regress so you could finally relax. 

He’d seen the glaze in your eyes after you had wrapped the case and on the drive home he made a quick stop at the grocery to get a few necessities to make your night much more comfortable. 

“Wanna come out?" he asks, hand brushing back the hair falling in your face. 

“What are we going for?” your voice is soft and your eyes are even glossier than they were before. Aaron hates the way you can’t slip yet, and he can tell you’re growing more anxious as you force yourself to remain ‘big.’

“We don't have any more of the Little Debbie cakes you like and we gotta replace your mug,” you nod and rub your face with the back of your hand tiredly. 

“’Wanna choose my mug.” you let Aaron unbuckle you and lead you through the grocery. He keeps his fingers interlocked with yours, especially when you spot the sale they were having on the cakes you loved.  

You grab four boxes of the fancy cakes-which Aaron can’t object to because he knows the regression might last through the weekend and he just wanted you happy-, a couple white chocolate bars and then you let Aaron lead you to the mugs. 

You’d broken your usual one washing it the other day and between the cases over the last few weeks, you hadn’t had time to replace it. 

Aaron had ordered one but it wouldn’t arrive till another week. 

“This one, please.” you point to the mug with an illustration of butterflies in the centre, different from your last one but Aaron wasn’t going to deny you. 

“You sure, bug?” you look up at him, a small smile on your lips. 

“Yeah, this one.” A confident nod accompanies your words and Aaron sets it in the basket he has in his hands. 

When you’re back in the car, he opens one of your cakes and hands it off to you, “I’ll make you some milo when we get home, ‘kay?”

As you munch on the cake you can feel yourself slip further into the headspace and tap Aaron's bicep. 

“Daddy,” you murmur and he nods, turning to kiss your cheek. 

“S’alright baby, daddy knows. It’s okay to slip, bug.”

Aaron’s reassurance had been enough to let the tension in your shoulders drop and for you to slump against the seat with a smile. 

You hum along to some of the pop songs on the radio, but mostly you take small nibbles of your cake and wiggle your toes in your boots, ready to be showered and in pyjamas.  

“D’you want a bath or a shower, bug?” Aaron leads you into the kitchen, getting a glass of water to you as he waits on your decision. 

“Bath please, daddy.” you wipe away the water that dribbles down your chin with a lazy stroke and Aaron takes the glass before it can fall from your slack grip. 

“Alright baby,” the bath is filled and you’re in it for a total of twenty long minutes, Aaron deciding against washing your hair that late but dousing it in some oil and tying it off into two pigtail braids with ribbon on the end. 

“Can I wear the heart pyjamas?” your wet lashes blink slowly up at Aaron. There’s something about you in this headspace that makes his heart overflow with love for you. He’s not sure if it’s because you trust him to take care of you when you’re like this or if it’s the way your eyes form literal hearts when you stare at him, but whatever it is, he adores the feeling. 

“‘Course, bug.” he opens the drawer you have with all your pyjamas fr nights like this and holds the ribbed white cotton splashed with pink and red hearts out to you.

“C’mere,” when you’re dressed he sits you on the bed and rubs some of your moisturiser onto your face. “Stay here for daddy, m’gonna go for your milo and your cakes.” 

Aaron erases your pout with a quick peck, patting your back as he jerks his head towards your spot in bed. “Get comfy.”

“Ready?” he asks, setting you on the bed and setting your warm chocolate milk on his bedside table along with two more of your cakes. 

“Yeah, can we watch Winnie the Pooh, daddy? But not the Heffalump one. That one's scary.” 

Aaron nods, remembering all the times he’s had to take the movie off because you always get scared in the beginning. 

Before he sits on the bed beside you, he reaches for your stuffed Pooh on the chair at your vanity.

“Do you want your blanket?” he asks, already reaching for the soft fleece coverlet on the trunk in front of the bed before you can answer. He tucks the soft material around your yellow bear and drapes the rest over your body. 

“Thanks, daddy.” you lay curled into Aaron’s chest as he finds the movie, Pooh sitting on Aaron’s stomach so you don't dirty him as you eat your cakes. 

Aaron can think of no better way to spend his time, he keeps a hand patting your bum through the entire movie and when your milo is finished and you can’t stop yawning he rubs your back and helps you fall asleep on him. 

Not before you pout, ‘kiss us goodnight daddy,’ and he drops a kiss to your cheeks and then on Pooh’s.

[tommytheglamorousedinosaur]

Being Aaron Hotchner’s sweet baby

All images from Pinterest

[little-buggy-beetle]

Criminal Minds: Age Regression

Tag: @queer-and-utter-chaos @mothmans-kingdom

[littlespacereader]

Hi! Could you maybe do cg!Hotch headcannons? Gender neutral little who works at the bau (no diapers) with little ages around 2-4 ❤️

CG HOTCH OWNS MY SOUL!! I remember starting Criminal minds and after watching an episode I was like “Yup that man is a Caregiver and no one can change my mind.”😂😂 I hope you don’t mind, I did a strictly Caregiver Hotch Headcannon meaning there’s little to no mention of the others from criminal minds on here. I wanted to focus on his character and give the best Headcannons I could for him!😄 I hope you enjoy!! Thank you for your request @teddysterk !!💞

Caregiver Aaron Hotchner Headcannons

TW- mentions of FBI work and everything that entails, mention of nightmares and (spoilers) past trauma from Hotch loosing his family.

Being the youngest at the BAU already earns you the nickname kid and kiddo without them getting to know know you. Oh how they truly don’t know how close to home the nickname is for you.

When you’re an agent at the BAU you get a lot of perks. But the disadvantage? You have to live with what you’ve seen. It’s either unhealthy coping mechanisms or healthy ones. Luckily for Y/N, they choose one of the healthiest one there’s is, Regression.

Your regression is TOP SECRET. The team already think of you as a kid so they don’t need your regression to prove it even more. But what Y/N doesn’t know is someone is already onto them.

Hotch has been and always will be coined as the token Dad of the BAU family. Not only is he their boss but he takes care of them and makes sure they’re all doing okay. So when he starts to notice a particular case getting to Y/N. He steps in to make sure they’re okay.

He doesn’t embarrass them infront of the team. But he begins to notice small things about them that peaks his worries. He can’t turn off being a profiler, after all it’s his job, so when he starts to really take notice of Y/N, he thinks he’s stumbled upon a Regressor.

Hotch, being an educated man, knows about age regression. He’s seen some victims regress and even fellow colleagues from years ago regress. But he hasn’t been around a Regressor as young or as close to him as Y/N.

So one day when it’s just him and Y/N in the office. He brings the subject up. He put Y/N’s worried right away at bay, letting them know from the start that their regression is okay and that it would change nothing about their status on the team and would be between the two of them.

Maybe hiding it for so long wasn’t the best choice because after Hotch explains it to Y/N, they begin to break down and regress.

Hotch immediately swoops in and takes over, wrapping Y/N in a tight but gentle hug, shushing and reassuring them that’s it’s okay, and that their regression is valid.

After that night though, Y/N regression seemed pulled to Hotch, feeling comfortable and safe around him.

So one night, when everyone’s left again, Y/N walks into Y/N’s office and ask if he would be their Caregiver.

Hotch smile, something only Y/N seems to pull from him, and happily accepts. He then becomes their Caregiver both on and off cases.

Hotch as Y/N’s Caregiver is both similar and different to how he is on the team.

For one, he stern but a softie as well. He big on rules but he also is a softie when Y/N gets upset after breaking one or really really wants something.

He’s a terrible cook. He tries, he really does to be a good cook and make nice meals for the two of them but it usually ends up burnt and the kitchen full of smoke.

*The smoke detectors go off while Y/N sits in the living room. They run into the kitchen with a fire extinguisher and spray Hotch more than the burnt chicken*

When they’re on cases together, Hotch can know just by one glance whether you’re feeling Little or not. He’s developed a knack for the little things you do when you start to regress.

No one is allowed to touch Hotch’s brief case. For one he has classified files in there. But two, he also has your little gear inside incase you regress while they’re on a case. Inside he has a pacifier, some fidget toys, a small palm size plushie, and even some snacks.

Back at the BAU office, he has a whole drawer dedicated to you. Some blankets, coloring books and crayons, sippy cups, pacifiers, small animal figures. You name it, he has it. He likes to be prepared whenever you need to regress.

Sometimes you start to regress at work, right before the two of you leave. That’s fine with Hotch! He closes the door to his office, wraps you in a blanket and gets everything set up so you can feel safe to regress while he works.

He’s definitely the type of CG that would buckle you up in the car and go: “There we go. All buckled up and safe.”

He’s the king of forehead kisses. On and off cases, in and out of regression. It’s his way of reassuring or comforting you.

He’s also huge on holding your hand when you’re regressed. He likes to have you safe and next to him when you’re both out of the house. It’s not just security for you, but also reassurance for him. As you walks he’ll tend to rub his thumb against your knuckles as small gesture to himself that your next to him and okay.

Being in the FBI for all these years his biggest fear is someone trying to hurt you to get to him. It happened to him once, taking out his entire family, but he will NEVER let it happen again with you. You come to realize you something’s have to be patient with him, knowing his trauma.

Love to read to you before bed. It’s not only a nice way to send Y/N off to sleep, but also to help relax the two of you away from your thoughts of work.

He’s the type to wake up to any little noise. If you cry out in your sleep, wake up to grab some water, whatever it is he’s up in two seconds. He’s not a deep sleeper.

He’s also the type that can see through it all. Any kind of lie or act you try to play, he sees through you like a window. “Where’s your vegetables?” “Oh I ate them…” “You ate them?” “Yeah…” “Really? So if I checked the garbage disposal it wouldn’t-…” “Waitwaitwait!”

Always make sure you have your comfort items close at all times incase you could need them, including fidget toys.

Very outdoorsy! Whether it’s taking you to the park, riding your bikes or simply just playing in his backyard together. Hotch loves to be outdoors with his little one.

When you cry or get upset, Hotch swoops in. He gently hold you in his arms, slightly rocking the two of you as he reassures and shushes your worries away. “You okay. Just let it all out. I’m here, I’ve got you.”

Working from home with him becomes an impossible task with a regressed Y/N coming up to him every minute. “Look at my toy lion!” “Can I have a snack?” “What’s this paper say?” “Can I draw on your papers?” “Come watch Bluey with me! I wanna cuddle.” He doesn’t really end up doing much work, not that he minds at all.

At the end of the day, Hotch may seem like a stern and yet protective boss to everyone at the BAU, but to you, he’s a gentle, caring and loving Caregiver who finds your regression an escape for you and him to enjoy.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Hey! I love your blog and your blog has really helped me be more open about my age regression. Would you be open to write a story about cg!hotch X cg!reid X little reader? Thanks have a great day💕

Hii!! I am sooo sorry this took so long!! I was having really bad writers block and then I completely forgot about all the story requests I had!!

I'm so glad my blog has helped you with your age regression!! <3

I hope this is okay 😅

"At work.."

Pairings: Caregiver!Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid x Little!Reader.

Summary: You slip at work, lucky your caregivers are there to help.

Warnings: the briefest mentions of a case revolving children, nicknames (daddy, dada, sweetheart, sweetie, bub, kiddo.)

Daddy - Hotch

Dada - Reid

(Gender Neutral Reader)

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You were currently sat at your desk. It was one of the rare days that the bau were in the office, working on paperwork.

You'd been slipping all day and we're finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the folder that sat currently in front of you.

The bau were unaware that you were a regressor. Well apart from Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner. They both knew. They had become your caregivers.

Hotch was the first to know after he found you in a cupboard in a hotel after a particularly hard case involving children, he'd noticed how upset you'd been during the case and was originally going to just check up on you, but upon finding you crying, with a pacifier in your mouth he'd had a change of plans. He spent that evening watching over you and then proceeded to approach you on the topic in the morning when you were no longer small.

Spencer had found out soon after. He was good at profiling and had noticed your childlike innocence. He spoke to Hotch who in turn spoke to him about the situation, asking Reid not to mention this to anyone else.

Soon after that interaction there was an incident where you had slipped at work. Hotch was too busy to be able to watch you so Spence volunteered. You ended up having lots of fun with him. And so from that point on both Hotch and Spencer became your caregivers.

Spencer approached you slowly.

"Sweetheart you feeling small..?" He asked you quietly.

You looked up panicked.

"it's okay sweetie.. it's just dada.."

You nodded, tears in your eyes.

"oh it's okay bub.. Do you wanna go see Daddy??"

You nodded again.

Spencer gently took your hand in his own and led you to Hotch's office, knocking gently on the door.

A simple "come in" from Hotch was all it took before Spencer guided you into the room.

"Reid?? What's wrong??" Hotch asked upon seeing you holding his hand.

"They slipped whilst doing some paperwork and I thought it would be best for them to calm down and be regressed in here instead of in the open.." Spencer spoke looking to Hotch.

Hotch gently hugged you.

"do you want to do some colouring kiddo?"

You nodded eagerly.

Aaron took your hand from Reid.

"can you go get their regression bag from the boot of my car??"

"of course"

Reid left to go get your bag whilst Hotch got you settled on the couch in his office.

"now daddy has to carry on working but I'll be in here with you, yeah?"

"mhm.."

"okay Sweetheart."

Reid came back quickly, knocking on the door and then slipping in. He placed the bag down next to you and kissed your forehead.

"I'm going to get back to work before the others start asking questions. Have fun okay bub?"

"okii dada!!"

"okay Reid."

You and Hotch answered.

You ended up colouring 4 different pictures, you chose to do two for each of your caregivers. Labeling 'dada' and 'daddy' on the respective colourings.

Hotch decided to drive both you and Spencer back to Reid's house.

Hotch made you dinner whilst Spencer sat with you reading.

You fell asleep calmly knowing that your caregivers would always be there to help you when needed.

[jester-jpeg]

do you have cg rossi and little hotch/nf? I feel like it'd be sorta cute

:: little hotch + cg rossi moodboard .ᐟ ✦ ::

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here’s you go <33 tysm for the request i’m sorry it took a while :(

i stg i posted this already response already though, i have vivid memories of me typing out a couple headcanons for you. anyways, here u go, i’m super duper tired so i’m not gonna do the hcs again, i might type them in the comments later. REQUESTS OPEN (also plz go do my poll)

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

Heyy sorryy about the fem!reader issue!!! I read over the rules again😅

But can you do the request with gn!reader?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ candy rule ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ [og request they’re referring to]

|| aaron hotcner x derek morgan x spencer reid x reader

warnings: reader breaking the rules, lots of talk of food/candy

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It’s not that you don’t know what the rules are, you do, Reid even wrote them out on a laminated piece of paper so you could reference them whenever you needed. But you’re not great at following them, at least one of them.

Brushing your teeth, cleaning up your toys, holding one of your caregivers hands in public, you can follow all those and most other ones, it’s the candy rule you don’t like. Even before they became your caregivers the boys knew you had a killer sweet tooth, they’d seen how you and Garcia kept bags of treats tucked away in your bags, or how Jj always got you sugary coffee with carmel swirled in, so they knew it’d have to be a rule to cut back.

Spencer’s explained the importance of having a balanced diet and how too much sugar can lead to problems with your teeth or make your stomach upset. Aaron and Derek have also stressed that they know you get a bit more hyper when you’ve had a lot of sugar so they want to avoid the inevitable sugar crash that’d surely come afterwards.

It hasn’t stopped you, not fully. You’ve been careful to cut back and to not keep as many sweets around so you won’t reach for them, but there’s still a stash of chocolates sitting in the front pocket of your to-go bag.

It’s where you’ve pulled candy from as you sit beside Jj on the jets couch, she’s reading a book completely obviously to your rule breaking behavior, so it’s working out nicely for you.

“Ahem.” It’s not til Derek clears his throat that you notice he’s moved from where he was playing cards with Elle and is now standing in front of you. You can only stare up at him, there’s still a wrapper in your hand and half a piece of toffee filled chocolate in your mouth. There’s no getting out of this.

“Hi Der.” You give half a smile that does nothing to smooth over the look on Morgan’s face.

“Is that chocolate?” You can only hand the wrapper over, hoping the ones shoved into the front of your bag go unnoticed.

“You know you’ve already had your candy for the week.” The week rule has worked out nicely, you get a certain amount you can eat whenever you’d like and Aaron usually keeps track that you’re not going through it too fast as you’ll be upset by the end of the week with nothing left. It was finished two days ago and in your defense, the case you guys caught was long and hard so you think you deserve something extra.

“C’mon, let’s go find Hotch and Reid.” Derek sighs and holds his hand out for you which you gratefully take, at least this means he isn’t that mad at you. You’ve all talked over discipline and what breaking the rules mean in depth, none of your caregivers wanting to accidentally upset you or do something you’re not comfortable with.

“Hey sweetheart.” Aaron smiles up from his place beside Spencer, both of them sliding their respected books onto the small table as they take in Derek’s expression that reads less than impressed.

“What happened?” Hotch asks outright, he’s never one to dance around topics. Derek’s hand grips yours a little tighter, nodding for you to explain but also offering that extra bit of assurance that everything’s going to be okay.

“Was eatin’ candy that I wasn’t supposed to.” It’s more mumbled than you had hoped for but neither of the boys need you to repeat yourself, they simply nod then look over to Morgan.

“I think after this case we can go on easy on them, but we’re definitely taking those chocolates out of your bag. Mhm I saw those too.” Your mouth falls ajar at Derek’s head shake, not angry, a little teasing if you’re honest, but you know those candies will never be seen again.

“You wanna go with Der to clean out your bag or stay with us?” Reid asks and while you’re sure you’ll sit down and talk about this all once you’re home, you find comfort in not being bombarded with questions or yelling, and you’re able to breathe easy when Hotch lifts you to sit between him and Spencer.

[lilveeblog]

✧ intro ✧( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

❤︎︎ hi !! i'm vee. i write age regression stories and post them here! most are criminal minds fan ficitons because it's just impossible not to pair my comfort show with my ultimate comfort (regressing).

i'm a regressor myself (due to trauma) and it's often involuntary . this will sometimes be shared here but otherwise, this account is managed by the adult side of me (who is 20). i'm a big fan of bluey, my little pony, sofia the first and all things soft. pls be nice and gentle here, share my stories, send in requests and interact ! i promise i don't bite hehe.

lots of love, enjoy ❤︎︎

✧ my master list ✧( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

❤︎︎headcanons

character headcanons little!JJ mood board her bedroom jay's faves jay's space cg!penelope cg!elle more jj headcanons more headcanons JJ Q&A JJ photo captions HOH!JJ caregiver!willifier cg!will

❤︎︎cg!emily

come here, jay smiles and giggles shouted shopping trip ft. garcia promise promise pt2 summer games build up not so nice surprise accidents mama's present behaviour problems theme park poorly girl ft tara overload pizza and forts girls night superundies sick and alone I've got you, bug

❤︎︎cg!elle

headcannons sleepy girl nap? derailed brave baby ft. hotch the butterfly effect ft. emily and the team sad icecream jealous baby hiding no no no !! little witch baby bat sweet creature mad

❤︎︎pen and JJ

sisters to the rescue monday blues potions, fairies and mayhem

❤︎︎other cg

not so bad ft hotch sick ft garcia

❤︎︎little!reader

don't want to sleep! (cg!jj and will) late night calls (cg!jj and will) misbehaving headcanons (cg!jj and will)

[sunshine-n-raccoons]

YALL SHOULD TOTALLY SEND ME CG X LITTLE READER STORY IDEAS IN MY ASKS 🤭

Because I can’t think of anything and I’d love to write something but also have ideas to create scenarios in my head about hehe