#hotch x emily

[ssaemilyhotchner]

where my lore started

[cloudlessly-light]

I love your fics and am going through withdrawal! lol! Would you ever write one where Emily and Aaron are together while he’s training for the triathlon and she puts him on a sex ban for the week before (since he’s not supposed to train/exert himself etc) and he’s all but feral for her?

A/N: Thank you anon, that's really sweet! I hope you enjoy our idiots being absolutely feral for each other hahaha

Title: Nothing on my mind but you Summary: The week before a triathlon you aren’t supposed to train. Aaron and Emily had different ideas of what that meant, much to his dismay. Word count: 5,1k   Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, multiple orgasms, breathplay, idiots in love, idiots in lust

He’s still winded as he makes his way upstairs towards the bedroom he shares with his wife. Sweat is rolling down his neck, his heart still thumping heavily in his chest. It had been a good training session, but he was ready for a shower.

“Good morning honey.” Emily greets him when he walks into the bedroom. She’s still in bed, sitting against the headboard reading and he smiles at the sight of her in one of his old shirts and his reading glasses on her nose. “Did you have a good work out?”

“Training.” He reminds her and she rolls her eyes at him. “You know you really should get glasses, sweetheart.” He quips as he rids himself of his shirt.

“Why would I when I have yours.” She smiles into a kiss as he bends down. “You’re sweaty, and stink.” Her nose scrunches but makes no move to push him away. “It’s kinda sexy.”

“Is that so?” He smirks and kisses her again and when she sighs into it he deepens it as his hand moves under the covers to feel her warm skin. “Join me in the shower?”

“Is Jack still asleep?” She’s already letting him drag her out of bed and towards the bathroom.

“Yes, but we need to hurry.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her and she laughs into another kiss as he pushes her towards the bathroom.

To Aaron, it was a perfect morning.

*

“So when is the triathlon?” Dave asks as they’re heading home from Utah, another case solved and a team that were exhausted.

“Next weekend.” His head turns as Emily grabs his hand from where she’s sitting beside him.

“Eight days.” She sighs and his eyebrows scrunches slightly at that.

“You have a countdown?” When she only shrugs with a smile he knows she’s not telling him everything.

“Of course I do.” She says simply and he wants to ask more but he’s acutely aware that Dave and JJ are both seated right across from him. “It’s important to you.”

“Well I’m excited to cheer you on.” JJ smiles at them and Dave nods along. “You’ve been training for months, time to show us what you got.”

“Part of me can’t wait until it’s over.” He admits as he relaxes into his seat and makes a mental note to ask Emily about her slightly odd behavior once they get home.

“Me too.” He hears Emily say and he gives her another curious look. Yeah he definitely needed to ask her what’s going through her mind.

*

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He mumbles the next day, his lips against the back of her neck. He had waited for her to wake up, had let his lips graze her neck and as his fingers traced gently against her ribs.

“Morning.” She drawls, her voice raspy like always in the morning. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a log.” He presses a few kisses against the nape of her neck and smiles when she shivers in return. “Turn around.” His hand is moving over her body under the covers, feels the familiar curves under his palm until he grabs her hip to pull her back against him. When she feels him through his boxers she sucks in a low breath and twists enough in his arms so they’re facing each other.

“We can’t.” She bites her bottom lip at the clear confusion on his face. “You’re not supposed to exert yourself the week before the triathlon right?” When his fingers twitch against her hip she smirks.

“Yeah, no training.” He pulls her closer but then he feels her hand on his chest, stopping him. “But no one said anything about not having sex with my gorgeous wife.”

“No training, no exertion, no sex.” She stamps a kiss to his lip when he just stares at her. “You’re officially on a sex ban.”

“You can not be serious.” He tries to pull her closer again but she shakes her head at him. “Emily.”

“Honey,” She cups his face in her hand. “you know how much I love our sex life, and we also know that we won’t be taking it easy. So for this week, we are not having sex, you’re not going to perform worse at that triathlon cause you’re too tired from making me come.” She pushes him until he’s on his back and she straddles his hips.

“This really is not fair.” He mutters and when she laughs he realizes he sounds like a petulant child.

“One week, that’s all.” She gives him a quick peck before climbing off his lap. “Seven days, you got this.”

*

Day 1

It took him another twenty minutes to realize that Emily was in fact, serious. A sex ban. A week without sex because of some ridiculous notion that he couldn’t do any strenuous exercise. He knew that she only did it to tease him, that as much as she would hate this week, he would hate it more and she was finding it enjoyable. Aaron didn’t see the humor in it, because how could he when he was married to Emily Prentiss. She was gorgeous, sexy, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and for the past three years he had gotten to enjoy her in every way possible.

Not to say that they were insatiable and were screwing like two teenagers every day, but there was something about knowing that she was just out of reach that made something inside him react.

“I never said you couldn’t touch.” She tells him as he lingers in the doorway as she’s pouring them both their morning coffee. When she turns she leans back against the counter, a mug to her lips to hide her smirk.

“You’re a menace.” He corners her against the counter and puts his hands on her waist. “And there really is no logic to your reasoning.”

She doesn’t get the chance to respond, the sound of Jack’s quick footsteps running down the stairs forcing them apart. He catches the look of satisfaction in her eye, and he swore this would be the longest week of his life.

Day 2

He is woken up by the sound of his alarm and groggily turns it off. Emily is wrapped around him, her leg intertwined with his, her arm around his waist, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. She’s everywhere and his body has already responded to her proximity.

“Em, it’s time to get up.” He whispers and she makes a noise and only buries her face deeper into him.

“Do we have to?” She makes no effort in moving and he lets himself enjoy the softness of her body against his for a moment.

“Do we have to go to work? I think we do.” He hears her chuckle, a dry, sarcastic sound that he knows she isn’t even aware of this early in the morning. “Come on sweetheart.”

She grunts but still rolls away from the heat of him and onto her own side of the bed. His hand finds hers and she lets him drag her into a sitting position. She wasn’t a morning person, she never had been.

“I’ll put on the coffee, and then I’ll join you in the shower.” He watches as she smiles lazily at him. She really was beautiful in the morning, soft and imperfect, a vision only reserved for him.

“Nice try.” She gets up and slowly makes her way towards the bathroom while rubbing her face.

“I’m only thinking about the environment, we’re saving water.” He calls after her and when she laughs he feels the familiar warmth of it settle in his chest.

“Sure you are baby.” She calls back just before turning on the shower. She’s not surprised when he still joins her only a few minutes later, his lips on her shoulder and hands stroking over her body. “You’re worse than a teenager.”

“This isn’t sex, this is me enjoying my beautiful wife.” He husks and when she sucks in a breath at the feel of him against her backside he can’t help but feel smug. This might have been her idea, but that doesn’t mean that she’d get to have all the fun.

Day 3

Being away on a case forced him to keep his thoughts on the case and not her. Which was hard, even at the best of times. It was ridiculous, the insane want he felt for her. He felt like a child, wanting something he could not have, but the thing was he had her, he knew what she sounded like, what she tasted like, how she looked lost in pleasure. And during the few moments he had to himself those images would flash through his mind.

All he wanted was to bend her over a desk and take her the way he knew she loved. It was all he could think about, how badly he needed her.

“It’s been three days.” She reminds him like he hasn’t been counting down the hours steadily. They were in a precinct in Texas and it was so freaking hot that Emily had decided to take her jacket off. He hated it, because she was showing off her collarbones, a part of the female body he always felt was deeply underappreciated, as well as her cleavage. When she bent forward he couldn’t help but to stare down her shirt, he really did feel like a teenager.

“It’s three days too long.” He mutters back as he reaches for the file she’s currently bending over to hand him across the table.

“You act like we haven’t gone days without sex before, honey.” The amusement is clear on her face, and if there hadn’t been only a door hiding them away from other people he would have grabbed her throat for that. He felt desire simmering in his veins, thrumming steadily and he couldn’t imagine how the next four days would go.

“That’s different.” He tells her and her eyebrow arches as she crosses her arms under her chest.

“How?” She catches the way his eyes drift down towards her breasts and gives him a knowing look.

“That’s when we’ve been too busy, or too tired, but this, what you’re doing right now is-” He stops when the door opens abruptly.

“Hey guys there’s someone calling in claiming to be the unsub.” Spencer interrupts them and just like that, his focus was back at work.

Day 4

They’re heading home from Texas, the case had unraveled quickly. They usually did when dealing with a narcissistic killer. He had chosen to sit by himself in the corner of the plane, blaming paperwork when in reality he needed to put space between himself and Emily. She had spent the night pressed tightly against him, and now all he could feel was her. The smell of something as simple as her perfume was driving him wild and even though he could see the way she was starting to struggle too, she was determined to last the week.

But he was struggling more than her, which was rare. Normally she would be the frenzied one, the one needing the physical part of their relationship more than him. His eyes found hers across the plane and he felt a tugging low in his abdomen when she looked at him with a filthy smirk. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket and he saw her own phone in her hand.

Emily: You’re really going to sit there the entire flight?

Aaron: Unless you want me to fuck you in the bathroom of this plane, yes.

He watches the way her cheeks tint the slightest shade of pink and he licks his bottom lip at the sight.

Emily: Three more days.

Like he needed the reminder.

Aaron: Trust me I know. And you’re going to pay for making me wait an entire week.

She bites her bottom lip at his response and when her eyes meet his again, he sees the same heat he feels reflect in her dark orbs.

Emily: Is that a promise?

It most certainly was.

Day 5

It’s been five days. Five. He’s pretty sure he’s losing his mind, because this is what it must feel like being consumed by lust. He finds himself just staring at her, the simplest, most mundane tasks making his mouth water because it was her doing them. He finds himself tenting his slacks as she bites the end of her pen when doing paperwork, because he knows just what she could do with that mouth. When she unloads the dishwasher later that same day he has to physically grab the edge of the kitchen table to keep himself from simply pushing her tights down her thighs and fuck her right there and then, because he knew what her ass looked like when she bent over for him.

And then she’s kneeling on the floor, cleaning up some of the toys that Jack had forgotten about before bedtime and he watches as she looks up at him behind long lashes and he’s tasting blood from the way he bites down on his tongue.

“You’re so pretty on your knees, sweetheart.” He comments and she immediately flushes. She’s gotten needier too and that’s part of what’s driving him insane. She stays close to him as much as possible, always touching him in some way when they’re alone, her lips searching for his. He might be falling into madness, but he’s pretty sure she is as well.

“Thank you.” She whispers instead of making a smug remark and his suspicions are confirmed.

“Too bad about your little rule, huh?” He stands from where he’s seated on the couch and grabs her chin. “Two more days.”

“R-right.” She stutters and when he lets go of her almost reaches for him.

Day 6

It had been an insane day, they had been called in early. It was local case, a child abduction that despite all odds was managed to be solved that same night, with a child going home to his parents. But because of their day Aaron had barely had time to think about anything but work. It wasn’t until he was packing up for the night that he realized that the triathlon was the next day, he hadn’t been nervous about it but suddenly excitement and nerves twisted his gut.

For the last six days he had been consumed by her, the triathlon had barely been on his mind. It dawns on him that’s probably part of why Emily had done what she did, because she knew he’d get in his head about it. He didn’t have to be the best, he knew he wouldn’t be, but he was also an overachiever and she knew that even if he hadn’t voiced it out loud, he was putting pressure on himself to perform well.

“Are you ready to go home?” Her voice is soft and tired and he didn’t blame her, it had been a long day.

He stands from his desk and wordlessly walks towards her and slams the door behind her before pressing her against it. He swallows up her sound of surprise with a kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands are firm on her hips. One hand moves to the small of her back and slips under her shirt, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips. When they break apart he stays close, his forehead pressing gently against hers.

“What was that for?” She whispers as her eyelids flutter open and her arms wrap around his neck.

“I just love you.” He smiles at the way she breaks into a grin. “And I’m so thankful for you.”

“I love you too, honey. So much.” She lets him pull her into another kiss, this one gentler as they enjoy a moment to just be.

Day 7

He’s finished the triathlon and he feels like he might die. He’s panting and gulping down half a bottle of water as his family and friends stand around him, cheering him on. Jack’s handmade sign in his other hand and something he would frame later.

“Pretty impressive, I had money on the swim killing you.” Emily winks at him and he laughs through heavy breaths.

“I practiced.” He grins match hers as she ignores his wet clothes in favor of giving him a quick kiss.

“Hey you guys want to get something to eat?” Spencer asks and the rest immediately agrees.

They all wait as he changes clothes, his entire body was spent, muscles aching but he was proud of himself. He had set a goal earlier that year, to finish a triathlon and he had made it, he had done it. He’s still grinning when he meets the rest of the team at their cars and Jack jumps into his arms.

“Are you okay?” Emily chuckles when she notices that he struggles slightly to carry Jack and he nods.

“Give me a few hours and I’ll be as good as new.”

Yeah, that was wishful thinking.

They get home later than they thought, and by the time Jack is asleep in bed, he’s so spent that he falls asleep on the couch.

“Come on honey, lets go to bed.” Emily wakes him gently and he groans but still stands. He brushes his teeth and showers quickly and by the time he gets into bed his body feels heavy.

“So much for making me pay.” She quips from beside him and he peeks up at her with one eye.

“Just you wait, sweetheart. Jessica has Jack tomorrow.”

He’s asleep before he hears her response.

*

He woke up early, so early it was still dark out. Emily is sleeping soundly beside him and he takes a few moments to simply look at her. He watches her chest rise and fall, sees her nipples through the thin tank she was wearing, lets his finger trail from between her breast to her slender neck. His eyes travelled over her face, from her slightly parted lips, to the point of her nose that he knew she hated, but he loved. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly when he moved closer to her, her dark hair was splayed around her on the pillow, she was beautiful and she was his.

His hand moved down her body again, sneaking under the covers to find the lining of her underwear. One finger trailed below the fabric and Emily sighed lazily.

“Wake up, Em.” He whispered before pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then continued further up as he carefully positioned himself above her.

“What are you doing?” She mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed but legs spreading automatically for him to fit between.

“I’m enjoying my wife.” He mumbled against her collarbone before sucking a mark into the skin at the base of her neck.” His cock was already pulsing, pushing against her through their underwear and Emily rocked gently up against it.

“Honey.” She gasps, whatever else she was going to say dying on her lips when he sucked her nipple through her tank. Her fingers find their way to his short hair as he continues to kiss down her body, still half-asleep as he drags her panties from her hips.

“You’re going to come on my tongue,” He mumbles lowly as he settles between her thighs, his lips ghosting over her clit as he speaks. “and then you’re going to come on my cock.” He nips at her thigh and she sucks in a breath. “And after, you’re going to let me come in that pretty mouth of yours.” He bites a bruise into the other thigh and she whines lowly. “Is that clear?”

“Crystal.” She gasps and only a moment later he’s licking through her.

He makes good on his word and she’s coming gasping his name with hands twisting the sheets and thighs trembling around his head. She’s still coming down from her high when he pushes inside of her, sets a pace that’s hard and rough and exactly what they’ve both been needing for the last week.

“You feel so fucking good, how do you always feel so fucking good?” He mutters against her neck as she starts to tense underneath him in no time at all.

“Harder, fuck baby harder.” Her heels are digging into his ass, her nails are breaking the skin of his back, and he revels in the sting of it. He thrusts harder, and she comes biting down on his shoulder. Later he will press on the bruise she leaves behind fondly.

“Gonna come sweetheart.” He hisses as her muffled moans turns into breathier whimpers and she nods against his shoulder. He pulls out with a groan and moves higher on the bed until he’s straddling her chest and she leans back on her elbows and opens her mouth.

One of her hands wrap around his shaft while she licks the taste of herself from his tip. She sucks hard, lets her tongue swipe across the underside of his cock as her hand twists and when she looks up at him through her eyelashes he comes with a punched-out groan. He’s gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles turn white as he lets pleasure take over as his body jerks and head falls back.

By the time he’s relaxed, Emily has swallowed and is cleaning him up with lazy licks of her tongue.

“That was so good, honey.” Her breathing is still labored as he lays back beside her and she immediately fits herself against him.

“Don’t think we’re done, not by a long shot.” He smirks against the top of her head before pulling her into a kiss, enjoying the taste of both of them on her tongue.

And he wasn’t lying, the moment the door closed after Jessica picked Jack up, he was on her. They didn’t even make it to their bedroom, and instead he pinned her between the couch and his body. He had her naked in minutes, his hands moving all over her body and his lips tasting her skin.

“Jesus Aaron.” She chuckles breathlessly as his fingers move between her thighs, a low hum of enjoyment leaving him at finding her hot and slick already.

“You’re irresistible.” His voice is thick with arousal as he turns her around but keeps her close with one arm wrapped around her chest, his hand finding her throat. The other hand moves down her stomach and he grins as he feels the muscles tense under his touch. His continues down back between her legs and lets his middle finger circle her clit slowly and her head falls back against his shoulder at the feeling

“So wet, already so ready for me.” He breathes against her ear as the hand around her throat tightens just slightly, daring her to move away from him. She nods with a low moan, and her legs spread for him, giving him more room.

“It feels so good.” She gasps and he ruts against her ass and circles her clit with firmer pressure.

“I know, baby.” He smirks against her ear before biting the lobe. “You’re making the prettiest noises for me, I’ve thought about hearing them all week.” His hand moves lower and he pushes two fingers inside of her as he lets the palm of his hand drag over her clit and she moans loudly. “Just like that.”

“Fuck, Aaron!” She feels her knees buckling and she grabs his arm with one hand as the other steadies herself against the back of the couch, her nails digging into the fabric. He knew her body better than she knew it herself, and as he continued to whisper praise and filth against her ear his fingers hooked inside of her as he continued to press his palm against her clit. The heat in the pit of her stomach was already building, her hips rocking into his hands and back against his cock which was straining inside his sweats.

His hips push forward against her ass and she stumbles slightly, stuck between his body and the couch. He only snickers at her and tightens his hold on her neck, feeling her pulse beat wildly under his fingers.

“You gonna come for me?” His voice is laced with satisfaction and she mewls as her hips buckle and her slick walls tighten around his fingers. “One week and you turn into the most desperate little thing.”

“Please, honey please.” She begs and she feels his lips curl into a smirk against her neck as his cock twitches against her ass. Any other day she wouldn’t give in so easily to his taunting, but it had been a long week, a week without his touch and even though it had been her idea, it didn’t mean that she hadn’t been struggling just as much as he had. “I’m so fucking close.” She pants and his hand tightens around her throat, slowly cutting of blood flow and making her lightheaded.

“Come for me baby, soak my fingers.” He hisses the word against her ear as she starts to tense against him. His hold on her throat loosens and she comes with a guttural groan that shoots straight to his cock. He continues to push his fingers inside of her, groans praise against her ear until her body has stopped shaking and her eyelids flutter open and she’s twisting her head enough to kiss him breathlessly.

“Fuck me.” She gasps against his lips and he hums, satisfaction dripping from the sound. He pushes her forward, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades as he urges her to bend over the back of the couch.

“Insatiable, aren’t you sweetheart?” He teases as he pushes his pants and boxers down his legs. She glares at him over her shoulder but it doesn’t have the desired effect when her cheeks are still flushed and brown orbs clouded by lust. “That’s okay, I am too.” He assures her lowly and slowly pushes the tip of his cock through her folds.

She whimpers each time he bumps against her clit. Her back arches as he teases them both, her entire body needing to feel him inside of her.

He licks up her spine, tastes the sweat on her skin before straightening. One hand wrap in her dark hair and tugs and she moans at the slight pain from it.

“My pretty thing, fucking gorgeous.” He mutters before pushing inside of her with one smooth thrust that forces groans from both of them. The hand not in her hair grabs her hip hard as he sets a pace that he’s sure is too rough, the grunt from her making his pause.

“Do not fucking stop.” She hisses through clenched teeth and she hears his breathless chuckle.

“Like I said, insatiable.” He tugs on her hair and starts moving again and she moans loudly. His hand is probably bruising her skin from his hold on her, he knows they both will have marks on their bodies for days from the way they’ve been grabbing and biting and clawing at each other. He loves it, loves when they’re desperate for each other.

“I don’t think I’m the only one.” She pants and he tugs her head back harder, forcing her to bend further. He’s leaning over her, face sweaty and eyes dark enough to look black as he looks at her flushed face.

“You’re right about that, if I could I’d spend every waking moment having you like this.” He growls as his hips move faster, their bodies creating obscene sounds each time they connect. She groans, her jaw clenching slightly and he feels her clenching around his cock. “Does it hurt?” He hisses lowly and she nods.

“Yes.” She admits, the fill of him always a lot, but the power of his thrusts blending the line between pleasure and pain.

“Do you like it?” He already knew the answer, could see the way her body was reacting to him.

“Yes.” She hisses and he lets go of her hair, forcing her to fall forward over the back of the couch.

“Filthy thing, perfect thing.” He grabs both of her hips and pushed her down against the couch, keeping her there as he continued to fuck into her. It was filthy, feral, exactly what he had been denied and exactly what he needed.

She’s starting to tense only a few minutes later, her slick walls tightening and trembling around his cock as she moans get louder and needier.

“Come with me, let me feel it.” She pleads as the pleasure builds steadily inside of her. Her body feels like it’s on fire, heat spreading through every nerve ending as he pushes her higher and higher. She feels his hips stutter, hears his groan, close to animalistic and she catches his reflection in the TV. He’s sweaty, hair messy and strong body tense as he stares down at where they’re connected. He looks wild, lost in desire and pleasure and the image is enough to make her come with a strangled cry.

The feeling of her coming is enough to force his own orgasm. He comes with a growl, his entire body twitching and cock buried as deep inside of her as possible as they come together in a messy haze of pleasure. His knees are buckling, he’s heaving for breath while Emily stays slumped over the couch, drawing desperate breaths into her lungs.

It’s not until he feels like his legs won’t give out on him that he pulls away from her and she sighs at the empty feeling he leaves behind. He’s gentle as he pulls her up to stand as well and she smiles lazily up at him before moving around the couch, dragging him with her. He lays down and she easily fits herself between the backrest of the couch and his body after covering both of them with a blanket.

“If one week gets you like this, I’d love to know what a month would do.” She chuckles against his throat and he cradles the back of her head.

“Sweetheart we both know you wouldn’t have lasted another day, don’t push your luck.” He teases but there’s nothing but affection in his voice. He presses a kiss to her forehead and she looks up at him, looking sated and content.

“So when we’re old and grey?”

“I’ll be bending you over your walker.” He promises with a smile.

[dcvidsrossi]

Rossi/Emily: You might not know this, Hotch, but I'm a flawed person.

Hotch: I do know that.

[hotchnissonly]

Tell me your favourite Hotchniss fics!

I am looking for some longer fics or wips, not really oneshots. I want something to sink my hours into while I drown in nightshifts 😭

[lonelychicagos]

how can the cm writers claim that there was never something between hotch and prentiss when during hotch's trauma arcs, emily is either tending to him or risking her life for him.

(i'm sure the other members of the bau would do the same, but why does it always have to be emily?)

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Little!Jj & Caregiver!Hotchniss living together hcs

tags : autistic!jj, mentions of her mother/childhood being bad, sensory issues

notes: I feel like I haven’t talked about them in agessssss so take this long ramble | tagging @blackbirdsaltzman for their reply <3

Their house is actually a decent size and has a pretty big backyard, they bought something away from the road so they’d have all the privacy they could need

This means Hotch definitely buys a blow up pool for Jj to splash around in and Emily to dip her feet in

Jj loves the water. Baths, pools, ponds, oceans, she’d spend hours upon hours in it all if she could

It leads to a lot of summer days in the backyard where Emily’s reapplying sunblock every fifteen minutes, she sets a timer, and Hotch is making sure that Jj & Em stay hydrated in the sun

But there are times where Jj’s sensory issues kick in and she doesn’t want anything to do with the heat

They keep the Ac pretty high in the house anyways but sometimes Emily will crank it if Jj’s really uncomfortable

When Jj’s home and doesn’t have to worry about being professional she loves to stim

She has quite a few vocal ones — humming, clicking her tongue, echoing things she hears on the Tv, popping her lips

They can get pretty loud at times but Emily and Hotch have become accustomed to it so they don’t mind

She also has some other stims — flapping her hands is a big one, spinning around and bouncing on her feet are also common

The one she does the most is rocking. It could be as they sit on the couch, when she’s standing, really any space that’ll allow her to move side to side or back and forth

When she’s regressed to a younger headspace Emily and Hotch will hold her on their hip and rock in place with her to calm her down

Overall she’s not a very fussy little, but there’s certain things that get tricky

She hates the taste of peppermint so Hotch bought a tube of kids toothpaste and she uses that, Emily is usually the one actually brushing her teeth

Brushing her teeth isn’t really the issue, it’s more the action of doing it. She struggles to get to all her teeth when she’s regressed

And when she’s big she’d rather just have Prentiss do it for her anyways. She also uses a kids toothbrush as the bristles are softer and are less likely to scratch her gums - which is sensory hell for Jj

Most food she eats is also kid food, she has a sensitive stomach anyways so plain food that her caregivers prepare is always preferred to anything bought

Hotch makes little bags of trail mix for Jj, it isnt a traditional trail mix by any means but it has the things Jj likes

Emily does most of the cooking in the house and will make a separate portion without all the seasoning for Jj, she also keeps premade meals in the freezer incase they try something new and Jj doesn’t like it

Both caregivers are very understanding when it comes to Jj’s issues with food and always have snacks on hand to accommodate

They buy kids plates, utensils and cups too

There are nice “adult” plates and silverware but it stays tucked in a cabinet with a child lock unless someone is coming over for dinner

Emily and Hotch get very protective about who comes over to the house, it’s a safe space for all three of them and is very obviously catered to their caregiver & little lifestyle so having someone random in the house is avoided at all costs

Of course the team is welcomed but Jj likes to clean up before they come over

She’ll go around and hide toys, pacifiers, bottles, etc. as she still gets insecure about her regression

Hotch and Emily both do their best to assure Jj that it’s okay and that the team knows but she insists on hiding her more “baby” items in fear of judgement

Jjs mother is not allowed at the house under any circumstances.

Hotch and Emily found out pretty quickly that her mother only ever causes Jj stress and upsets her, just the idea of her at the house is enough to send all three of them spiraling

Jj doesn’t talk much about her childhood in general but when she’s regressed she absolutely refuses

She’ll shutdown at even the mention of it

When she does get upset she gets very quiet and can go non-verbal, she’ll mostly communicate through humming/pointing and occasionally writing things down

Her ears get sensitive at times so there’s pairs of sound proof headphones scattered around the house

Emily and Hotch have bought all the types. From ear plugs to industrial headphones

Jj cycles through them all depending on how bad her sensory issues are

A lot of the time she’ll have ear plugs that block out background noise in, they aren’t noticeable and she’s still able to listen to the Tv or to Hotch & Emily talk

There are rare times where Jj doesn’t want to hear anything at all, that’s where the industrial headphones come in

It had started with Hotch & Emily noticing that Jj would plug her ears with her fingers and eventually grew to their extensive headphone collection

She likes to build forts and curl up in them with Hotch or Em

Most times it’s Hotch pulled down with her while they make Emily guess a password (spoiler alert she never gets it right)

Jj climbs into Emily & Hotchs bed in the morning almost every morning, assuming she didn’t sleep in-between them

She always brings at least one stuffie with her and makes sure Emily & Hotch both say good morning to it

There’s many pictures on Hotchs phone of Emily and Jj in these moments, curled up together, in the midst of laughing, Aaron loves the early morning time they all get together

Emily’s phone is filled with mid-day pictures from the places they go and activities they do, Hotch takes pictures of this too but not nearly as many as Prentiss

Technically Jj takes pictures too but most are blurry or of her and Emily making faces at Hotch while he’s turned around (he always knows)

[realtime-00]

This is such a damper on my spirits but has anyone noticed Thomas and Paget don’t follow each other on instagram? Like how devastating is that?

[lovelyspooks]

Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

[patrickispinky]

Derek: are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Emily: i'm the knife

Jj: *from across the room* she's the little spoon

[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM Friends with Benefits

Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who joined us. I am so happy to share everyone’s hard work. If you have a oneshot or masterlist you’d like me to add, please send me a message - new additions are always welcome.

SFW S.R./Reader

Cuddle Buddies by @foxy-eva: (Fem) Spencer misinterprets the meaning of friends with benefits (having a friend to cuddle is, in fact, highly beneficial).

Play Dates by me: (GN) Reader learns Spencer hasn’t had many dates and offers to share several Play Dates.

Astraphobia by me: (Fem) Reader and Spencer share their embarrassing fears.

The Only Exception by me: (GN) Reader is beginning to believe in love again.

NSFW S.R./Fem!Reader (18+)

It’s Too Cliché by me: Reader and Spencer are the worst at being friends with benefits.

Damaged Goods by @foxy-eva: The belief that they were both undeserving of love led Spencer and Reader into each other's arms.

Yours by @aliteralsemicolon: Spencer never thought he’d be lucky enough to find Reader.

Heavenly by @dudeitiskarev: Reader confesses that she's a virgin, and she asks Spencer to be her first.

Wildest Dreams by @ghsface: It was a one night thing.

Crawling Back to You by @incognit0slut: Reader never planned on having a fling with her brother's friend.

A Kindness You Can't Afford by @mercy-burning: It started as 'stress relief between co-workers,' but now Reader can't help herself.

Relax, I've Got You by @reidmotif: Reader isn't great at handling stress. Luckily, Spencer knows how to make her feel better.

I'm Your Fluffer by @reiderwriter: Spencer is Reader's boyfriend without the benefits.

Second Chances & Something More by @reidsrambles: Reader is stunned when her former FWB shows up at her job nearly a decade after ghosting him.

Even more fics and pairs below!

I Won't Let You Forget by @reiderwriter: Reader wakes up with no memory of begging her long-time work crush to sleep with her.

Down Bad by @samuel-de-champagne-problems: After seeing that her ex boyfriend is engaged to his “rebound girl”, Reader finds herself missing the sex.

Safe Place by @sinfulspencer: After a hard case, Spencer takes comfort in Reader's body. 

Casual by @waywardxrhea: Reader thought that her sexcapades with Spencer had meant more to him.

Goddess, Soft by @none-of-your-bullshit: Spencer gets jealous.

Lost Time by me: Reader and Spencer spend their mandatory leave on vacation. As "friends."

NSFW Other xReaders (18+)

Passionate Reunion by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem) Reader's in town on business and takes the opportunity to reconnect.

Stepping into Desire by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem) Emily decides to wear heels and a tight skirt to catch the attention of a certain co-worker.

Medicine at Midnight by @pkg4mumtown: (Hotch/GN) A night out with the team leads to either the best or worst mistake Reader could have made.

Sneaky Touch by @tjwritesfanfics: (Hotch/Fem) Hotch is only a man and maybe Reader should wait until they get home to tempt him.

After Hours by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem/Spencer) The trio has an arrangement.

Down by the River by @tjwritesfanfics: (Joe Joe - RV) Reader knew they couldn't stay with him forever, but at least for one night they could pretend.

Character Pairings

Time for Talk by @vaguelyclevermatters: (Rated T, Demily) Emily was hungover after a night in Vegas but the team seems fine. She must've gotten up to something (or someone) the others didn't.

Now or Never [Ao3] by @masterwords: (unrated, Hotchgan) An exploration of Hotch's agreement with Derek during his divorce.

Untitled by @siyvaruli: (Hotchgan) Derek discusses his situation with his sisters.

Just a Booty Call by @the-queen-and-the-king: (NSFW, Hotchniss) What was Emily supposed to do when she and her boss suddenly break every rule during an investigation?

Harder to Hide [Ao3] by @vampireids: (NSFW, Spencelle) After dying in Georgia, Spencer visits Elle to tell her he finally understands.

Gold in the Summertime [Ao3] by @justjasper: (NSFW, Derek/Elle/Spencer) Instead of the Fisher King, the BAU gets their two weeks vacation, and Reid goes to Jamaica with Elle and Morgan.

Until I See You Again [Ao3] by @leahseclipse: (Moreid) Spencer and Morgan had an arrangement, but it all changes when Spencer's feelings start to grow.

What's Wrong with Being Confident? by @baubeautyandthegeek: (Blake/Strauss) JJ wonders. Spencer answers.

Only Bought this Dress So You Can Take it Off by @baubeautyandthegeek: (Elle/Ilsa) The two share a night together.

Happy reading!

P.S. If I missed your fic or you have a new one to add, feel free to send me a message. I would love to add it!

[ssaemilyhotchner]

new fic: kiss the cook

Read on AO3 here!

1998 & 2006 | With his brother Sean as his matchmaker, Aaron Hotchner has given up all hope on finding the woman of his dreams—until he meets a gifted chef and aspiring profiler named Emily Prentiss. Previously posted to FFN, where it won the 2012 Profiler's Choice Awards Winner for Best Hotch/Emily.

“—her name is Emily. She’s twenty-seven, I think? Supermodel gorgeous. She’s got a great sense of humor, albeit a dry one, like yours. And she’s sweet. And gorgeous,” Sean said again. “Hell, I’d date her—” “Why aren’t you?” Hotch countered. Sean glanced behind him as he heard the telltale sound of quiet giggling. “She turned me down because I’m quote unquote ‘a caricature’,” he groused. Hotch couldn’t suppress his bark of surprised laughter. “I like her already.”

[cloudlessly-light]

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.

[realangelahernandez]

Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

[hotchnissonly]

Stolen Glances Chapter 24 - out now!

Snippet:

He was stunned, words failing him as his brain tried and failed to understand where this had come from. She wasn’t requesting a transfer; she was quitting the Bureau, terminating her career within the FBI. He knew the last few cases had been hard on her, but never in a million years did he expect those words to come out of her mouth.

He told her he didn’t understand, that he thought she was making a mistake, but her face said otherwise. When she announced that she would be taking the Foreign Service exam, he was shocked, but not as shocked as when she said she would lean on her connections to get a position within the State Department.

He recalled her first week on the team, how offended she had been when he insinuated she had used those same connections to get into the BAU. By now, he definitely knew her well enough to know that she would never use those connections unless backed into a corner and forced to do so. She prided herself on her self-attained career.

[lonelychicagos]

i swear to god the biggest hotchniss fans are paget brewster and thomas gibson themselves

[m1lfsh4ke]

Emily Prentiss P Links - 18+

Part two

! - explicit nudity + visual porn + talks of cheating

MDNI. Disclaimer, I am NOT responsible for your media consumption and will not take accountability from any issues it may have caused once you’ve clicked on the links below.

୨ৎ - Emily fingering you + having your hands tied behind your back

୨ৎ - She bottoms out after having a rough day at work :(

୨ৎ - Jj comes to visit Emily while her husband is out

୨ৎ - Riding her fingers

୨ৎ - "I know you can fit more inside that pretty pussy, sweetheart"

୨ৎ - Letting you record to see how good she fingers you

୨ৎ - Emily riding you

୨ৎ - Wearing a skirt so she can have easy access

୨ৎ - Eating you out from behind

୨ৎ - Taking her anger out on you

୨ৎ - Videos you send her with the toys she bought you while shes out at work

୨ৎ - Securing her thighs with a vibrator cause she can't seem to behave

୨ৎ - Emily coming on your skirt

୨ৎ - Prentiss has a 3some with Hotch and Derek

୨ৎ - Riding a dildo in front of the windows so she can show others how well you take it >-<