#marley hotchner

[ssamorganhotchner]

pro-pegging hotch thoughts #5 he. begs.

oh he always begs. always.

the only time he doesn’t is when you tell him to be in position when you come home.

he’s in the bedroom, naked (or some pretty lingerie🥰), on his knees, his hands behind his back and his head tilted down. completely in submission for you & ready when you walk through that door. then when you do, you walk over to him, tilt his head up and say “such a good boy. so patient aren’t you baby?”💓

[altsvu]

Congrats on 200 bunny!!!! You deserve it 🌸

Can I ask for a Hotch request pls? You can literally write anything you want, any prompt, but pls do the classic ‘we’re barely friends and oops there’s only one bed in this hotel room’ bc it’s my fave trope ever!!

“there’s a first for everything”, they say

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!black!fem!reader

prompts used: 40) “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” 58) “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” 93) “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” from the 100 smut prompts!

summary: hotch invites you and the rest of the BAU on a vacation to the Bahamas, but his demeanor changes when he sees you and interacts with you outside of the professional setting for the first time.

wc: 1855

tw: pining (mentions of it), teasing, dirty talk, oral sex, p in v sex, mentions of sex, smut in general

a/n: i literally could not find a good gif for this so this will do! also this is a combination of another fic idea that i had so i kinda put a bit of a twist on this, i still hope you enjoy marley!! ❤️ @angelhotchner

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The BAU had finally gotten vacation time, and all you wanted was to go home and sleep for 24 hours. But when Hotch invited you and the rest of the BAU to the Bahamas, it was hard for you to say no.

You wondered how it would go since you never really interacted with Hotch outside of cases, but maybe he might actually talk to you on a different level.

Then again, you were barely friends with him, acquaintance at most.

When the time finally came to pack for the trip, it was much harder than expected. After about 3 hours, you finally had your suitcases and your carry-on packed and ready to go.

Finally, you and the rest of the team were on the plane. To your luck, you and Hotch were sitting next to each other, with you at the window seat.

“Hey.” he smiled after settling down. You turned and smiled back at him and said hey back.

You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked. Like really good. His polo was doing him justice showing off his buff arms and chest, and his hair was fluffed to perfection. God, even his hands caught your eyes. His hands were big and veiny and you had recurring thoughts of him putting those hands to work.

On you.

Stop it, you told yourself.

You and Hotch were quiet the beginning of the flight, but you soon engaged in intriguing conversation with him. From expressing feelings about taking a break from all the gore that was part of working at the BAU, to sharing favorite scenes of movies that the both of you watched, that was the first non-work related conversation you’ve had with him.

And it felt amazingly natural, despite the bits of awkwardness in between.

The flight had a 55 minute layover in Miami, which you didn’t know about until you heard on the intercom, which woke you up from your rather comfortable nap.

That was when you noticed you had been napping with your head resting against Hotch’s arm. You quickly sat up and made sure he didn’t notice.

So much for barely friends.

During the layover, you curled up in a chair doing some digital art pieces on your iPad while eating lunch. You made it clear that you didn’t want to be bothered by anyone by putting in your headphones.

Hotch included.

You felt too embarrassed to talk to him after finding out you slept on him.

And didn’t even do anything about it.

He probably felt some type of way.

Or not.

You didn’t even bother figuring out his feelings, instead you spent the rest of the flight making mental notes of what you would do when you finally arrived.

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Bikinis were Hotch’s weakness. Well bikinis on you.

How did you know that?

You noticed that he couldn’t help but stare at you from the moment you took off your coverup, and when you walked past him at the beach, when you were resting on your beach chair talking with Penelope and Spencer, or alone reading a book, when you were playing beach volleyball with him, Morgan and JJ, and even when you were sipping on martinis with Rossi and Emily. Other people were checking you out too, but it seemed like Hotch was checking you out the most, admiring how beautiful the baby pink bikini looked against your golden chocolate skin.

So much for barely friends right?

The beach outing with the whole team was fun and you enjoyed your time there but you left the beach earlier than expected, spending some time alone shopping in nearby areas around the hotel. There was no reason in particular, you just liked spending time with yourself any chance you could.

You got back to the hotel room you were sharing with Hotch due to availability reasons, and quickly rid yourself of your clothes besides your bra and underwear and prepared to shower.

Until you realized that you forgot to bring your robe. bonnet and shower cap with you in the bathroom.

Hotch just so happened to walk in just as you were looking for it.

“Y/N, are you sleeping in that?”

“Oh shit!” you yelped, scrambling to cover your body. He came over to you after dropping his stuff on the ground. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly.

“Hey.” he whispered. “It’s just me.”

You felt yourself calm down instantly, but it just increased the level of awkwardness between you and him. After your shower, you got dressed for the night, which consisted of an oversized shirt and a pair of boy shorts, and relaxed in bed reading a book.

Hotch laid down next to you about 30 minutes later and you fell asleep moments after.

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Waking up in the middle of the night, you felt a warm body lean against you. You turned and gasped in fear until you realized it was Hotch.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Hotch asked, turning around and placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah sorry, I forgot I was sharing a bed with you for a moment." you breathed.

"I'm sorry I scared you out of your sleep."

You shook your head and turned back around. "It's not your fault."

It was silent between the two of you for a bit, and then Hotch reached over to massage your shoulders. It felt nice, you haven't had a massage in a while, if not ever. It was as if Hotch knew what you needed, what you were thinking about. A slight moan escaped your lips from how good it felt.

"Is that turning you on Y/N?" Hotch chuckled.

"No, it just feels really good."

Liar. It’s turning you on.

"I can make you feel good in other places, if you want."

“Oh, so that’s what we’re doing now?” you said, turning to face him with a smile on your face.

Hotch didn’t reply, instead he pulled you a bit closer to him and caressed your cheek.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

“I do, but please remind me.”

He went into specifics about how he’d been admiring you from a distance and how he was scared to become close friends with you and screw it up.

“Y/N, you truly faze me.” he said at the end.

You felt your cheeks burning up at Hotch practically confessing his love to you. Without notice, he pressed a kiss on your lips. You went back in for more, and next thing you knew, you were on your back with Hotch’s hand lifting up your shirt. You helped him take it off, and there you were, almost naked again in front of him.

“Suddenly you don’t seem so shy to be naked in front of me.” he smiled.

“That’s because before, I was pretending that I didn’t like you.”

“Oh, so you like me.” Hotch murmured in between kisses to your clavicle.

You wanted to respond, but Hotch’s fingers were inching to your boy shorts and you felt yourself clenching up by his touch, so a smile was the best you could have done in the moment.

And next thing you know, they’re off.

You helped Hotch out of his clothes and the two of you were both naked.

In a hotel bedroom.

In the middle of the night.

You never thought you’d ended up this far with Hotch, let alone just being friends, or almost friends, with him. This was going through your mind as he was on top of you, kissing all over your body.

His hand was slowly trailing up your leg, then to your folds. He reached your clit and rubbed soft circles on it, all while pushing his pointer and middle fingers inside you.

With your past experience being intimate with other men, none of them ever made you feel this good with just their fingers. In fact, it was much different than you’ve ever experienced before.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” Hotch whispered, looking up at you.

You shuddered in pleasure when he said that, it felt reassuring.

He continued doing this through your first three orgasms. It got even more intense when he pulled his fingers out, devoured your juices and smashed his tongue on your opening. At this point you wanted to just grab fistfuls of his hair and moan at the top of your lungs.

Hotch being the profiler he is, knew exactly what you were yearning for.

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” he said, looking up at you again with a quirky grin on his face.

Your hands were now full of his soft black hair, reaching the climax of your fourth orgasm.

Before you could reach another one, Hotch stopped what he was doing, laid down on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. You shuddered at the feeling of his hands on your waist.

“I want to feel you,” he whispered. “Can I do that?”

“Yes, please.” you pleaded.

He adjusted himself to your opening, and to say you were in shock would be an understatement. The initial thrust almost had you crying out for mercy the way it felt so good. A throaty groan escaped Hotch’s lips.

“You must be enjoying this,” you said.

“I am. You’re so good to me.”

That made you blush as you loved words of affirmation.

It was like Hotch knew everything about you. He knew all the right things to say, and all the right places to touch you. In a way, his job as a profiler never ended.

He switched positions so that he was on top of you, passionately looking into your eyes while doing so. He was the one with the mastery in eye contact.

At this point, you already knew the bonnet was off and the knotless braids you had in would get a bit frizzy at the top. But you didn’t care. Hotch was making you feel better than ever, filling that certain void in your life.

He had your legs up and thrusted into you with everything in him, and it made you moan in a way you never imagined you could do.

Another climax was approaching and you could feel it. You came faster than expected with Hotch in your ear whispering for you to do it for him. Short moments later, he was right there with you with his high.

“So much for not even being friends.” You laughed softly.

Hotch pulled you into his arms and kissed you. “So much, huh?”

“What do you think the others are gonna say when they find out? I know one of them heard us.”

“I’m glad they heard. Maybe they’ll talk about how loud you got for me.”

That made you giggle.

“Anyways, my special agent, we have to sleep soon. Or there might be more rounds.”

And surely enough, the two of you slept in each other’s arms after cleaning up, and you slept way better than you did before being woken up.

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[angelhotchner]

Comfort of Strangers - 1

Comfort of Strangers - Part One

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!OC

Style: Multi-Part

Contents: Fluff, Adult Language

Word Count: 2.3K

Life ain’t easy when you’re pining.

Masterlist

Hello my angels! This is technically a reupload. I uploaded this and wasn’t happy enough with it, so I took it down to pad it out a little more...then I got carried away...

adore you all

marley

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You never showed much emotion. Rossi had once joked that you were Hotch 2.0 - stoic, tight-lipped and collected. It wasn’t that showing emotion felt like weakness - in fact, sometimes it felt like the opposite to you. You found that the most powerful were the ones like Garcia, who could smile at the smallest of things and find joy in almost anything. That’s not to say that you had no emotion - but you dealt with it inwardly. Smiles from you were rare, unless you were drunk, and the team had never seen anything close to physical affection from you - but when the harsh wind of a New York December slapped Hotch’s face as his brother marched through the automatic doors of the hotel lobby and out onto the street, your chest felt tight. The team glanced at each other, raised eyebrows and troubled expressions, but you stared directly at Hotch’s back as he walked away towards the elevator. No one said a word as your feet made a decision without your brain’s opinion, striding towards the elevator before the door shut.

The elevator was quiet. Hotch looked at you for a few seconds but your eyes were firmly planted on the floor, replaying each harsh word Sean had thrown at him in the middle of the lobby. He didn’t deserve that.

Hotch was mildly annoyed that you were there, but he’d rather you than anyone else. You never asked questions or checked in with people. He knew you wouldn’t try to talk to him or attempt to cheer him up - you probably just didn’t want to wait for another elevator. That thought gave him a ghost of a smirk. Typical you, never giving a fuck.

Sometimes he wished he could be more like you, even though his team had made enough jokes that you were twins in terms of personality.

He wasn’t so sure about that - he knew nothing about you outside of work. True, you were extremely similar in how you did your jobs and the way you communicated with people but he was quietly emotional. Behind closed doors, he would smile at memories of Jack when he was a baby. He would cry when he thought about Haley. He had plenty of emotion but he kept it away from work. He wasn’t sure if you were the same.

Hotch could hear footsteps behind him but paid no attention. It was only when he opened the door and heard the footsteps enter his room with him that his attention became focused on you.

You still weren’t completely aware of what you were doing as the elevator doors opened on the 6th floor and you found yourself trailing behind him, but you knew why you were doing it.

One of the best things about being so tight lipped was that you weren’t easy to profile...not yet, anyway. The team had no idea that every time you saw Hotch, you felt a pull in your throat. Every time he spoke, your ears only listened to him and hung onto every word he said. When he spoke lowly and quietly, your stomach burned. The team had no idea how badly you’d been pining for that man since you first met him a little over a year ago.

However, you’d never made any kind of move on him or any notion to get to know him better. Silently, your brain took notes of his micro expressions and body language: understanding what made him happy, knowing when he was sad or stressed - never intervening in his mood, but learning to recognise it before anyone else did. That’s how you knew how hurt he was right now. Sure, the team knew he was upset but only you could see how deep Sean’s berating had penetrated him and for once, you had to let him know that you knew...that you were there.

You leaned against the closed door, almost too afraid to step completely into his room. It felt as if that as soon as you crossed that threshold, you would never be able to go back. You’d always be different to him if you took another step, you’d wouldn’t be as cool and careless as everyone else perceived you to be. You would be strange, weird. Overstepping a boundary. Maybe he’d figure out how much you thought about him.

All you could do was stare at him and watch him frown at you and shake his head, before kicking off his shoes and sitting on the end of his bed. His elbows rested on his thighs as he rubbed his face, trying to shake away the hurt that Sean had dowsed him in.

Your fingers ached to cradle the back of his neck and feel his heartbeat against your chest. The urge to hold him close was unbearable. When he finished rubbing his face and you saw his eyes glassy, your mind was made up. You were crossing that threshold. 

You walked towards him carefully and came to a stop directly in front of him. His head tilted back slowly as he looked up at you.

You didn’t plan on sitting in his lap - fuck, you never planned on following him to his hotel room - but he didn’t move a single centimetre as you brought your leg up, bending it and laying your knee flat on the bed next to his hip...then came the other leg and you lowered yourself down. Neither of you said a word. Hotch was too surprised to form any kind of thought. Your eyes searched his for a moment.

Your hand found the back of his head and Hotch softened into it.

Soften into me.

You pulled his head forward towards your shoulder and wrapped your arms around him. He was still stunned but found himself relaxing into your embrace, enjoying the comforting warmth as the pain slowly ebbed away, being replaced with an almost unfamiliar feeling of contempt and safety.

Had you always felt like this? Had you always felt like...home?

You stayed like that for five minutes - maybe it was an hour, you had no idea - until you felt Hotch pull away from your shoulder. He didn’t really want to, but something told him to move away. You still hadn’t said a single word as you untangled yourself from his lap and started towards the door.

At least, that’s what you thought. Unbeknownst to you, that moment was the first time that Hotch saw something else in you and it only proceeded to get worse: that ‘little something’ that told him to move away from your embrace had been killed and all he wanted was to get close to you again. He found himself thinking about you that night as he lay in the cold hotel room, the bed too sturdy and unforgiving for him to get comfortable, wishing you were there beside him.

“Thank you,” Hotch’s voice was soft and rich, but you still couldn’t find any words to say. You nodded and left the room, replaying the entire scenario in a very hot shower in your own hotel room until it felt like it was a dream.

What the fuck were you thinking? Straddling Hotch’s fucking lap?!

Are you fucking crazy, Hope? Since when was watching two siblings argue an excuse to settle yourself down into your boss’s lap?!

Neither of you said a single word about what happened the next day, or the day after that. Nothing changed either - you still observed him whenever you could but you still didn’t talk to him much.

In a way, you almost regretted it - feeling the man’s heartbeat against your chest, his breaths becoming slower and calmer in your ear...it had ruined you. Every night, you were thinking about it. A month after, the breaths had turned into something not so innocent and they played on repeat in your head. You thought about that heartbeat as you changed the batteries, almost smelling the scent of his hair as you brought the toy close to your clit. It was the closest you were ever going to get to having that man.

He’d never thought about you like that. Never. He was barely friends with you, in complete honesty - he found you difficult to befriend, unable to open up. You were just part of the team, part of the BAU family, but the one he was the least close to. He knew virtually nothing about you, other than what he’d read in your file when he approved your transfer. Yet, the simple embrace you’d given him was enough to make him more interested in knowing you - really knowing you - and he started to notice everything you did and had to force himself not to stare at you for too long whenever you were near him. Over the next three months, you began moving into his brain until you took up a huge chunk of his mind.

He was slowly beginning to understand you. Your expressions were so minute that they were easily missed by even the most seasoned profilers, but he was starting to figure them out. You pursed your lips ever so slightly when you were upset. Your head tilted to the left by a fraction if you were enjoying a conversation. You double-blinked if you were surprised.

These tiny tells had become a guilty pleasure to him of sorts - he enjoyed being able to see emotion in you where no one else could and it was dangerous in a way, tricking him into feeling like he was special to you. He had to remind himself regularly that he wasn’t, he was just Hotch. Unit Chief Hotch. That was it.

The biggest revelation to him was how caring you were and no one knew. It was an early Monday morning - Jack had spent the night at Jessica’s so he decided to head into the office early. The bullpen was empty as he slowly walked through it, heading into his office. He kept the lights turned off and opened the blinds of the window next to his desk instead, enjoying the silver hue of the early morning light for five minutes before deciding he needed coffee.

He stood up from his desk chair and began to walk over to the door, stopping in front of the window into the bullpen as he eyes caught onto movement.

You always got to the bullpen early on Mondays. You liked to do small things to put the team into a good mood for the week but didn’t want the credit or the thanks for it: things so small that the team wouldn’t question who did them, but they would make a difference to their mood.

A fresh paper on Rossi’s desk in his office. Picking up the many pens that Penelope managed to lose throughout the week under her desk. Placing Spencer’s mug closer to the kitchen cupboard door to save him rooting around for it. Polishing the framed photos on JJ’s desk in her office. Disposing of the old coffee in the coffee pot because everyone always forgot about it on Fridays and it got on Emily’s nerves. Resetting the back of Derek’s chair to upright because Spencer messed with it so much throughout the week.

Hotch watched you and by the time he saw you get around to straightening Derek’s chair, he found himself smiling. He figured out what you were doing and thought back to every Monday, where you walked in at 8:30am with coffee from the Starbucks down the street. He had no idea that you got here early to set the team up for the week, only to disappear for coffee and walk back into work pretending that you’d only just got there. It was one of the most thoughtful things he’d ever seen.

He didn’t expect himself to be included in your Monday morning task list. When he saw you approaching his office, he panicked and pressed his back to the wall.

The last thing you did on Monday mornings was open the blinds in Hotch’s office and clean the inside of the window. You’d noticed how much he enjoyed standing in front of it, presumably to think or to take a breather throughout the day. You opened the door to his office and walked towards the window, stopping short when you saw the blinds already open.

Hotch needed to speak. He couldn’t hide against the wall forever like a teenager.

“Good morning, Harris,”

The voice behind you startled you badly and you did what any logical person would do.

You span around and threw the cloth from your hand straight at the target.

“Fuck,” You mumbled as you watched Hotch catch the cloth, a small smirk on his mouth. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,”

“It’s fine,” You shook your head. An awkward moment passed between the both of you as you stared at the cloth in his hands, wishing it would magically come back to you and you could get the hell out of his office.

“What were you supposed to be doing?”

“Excuse me?”

Hotch held up in the cloth in his hand.

Shit.

“Opening the blinds and wiping the window,” you admitted, your voice steady and even. Your brain was screaming. 

Please don’t talk about this again.

“I see,”

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You stared at each other for a second and he offered you the cloth back. You grabbed it and left his office abruptly, grabbing your bag and heading out of the bullpen to Starbucks.

”Thank you, Hope,” Hotch muttered to himself, watching you leave the bullpen.

The more Hotch observed of you, the more he was surprised at how much thought you really had for the people around you. You were actually incredibly sweet in a secretive, stealthy way. His heart softened even further. 

Two months later, he stopped melting. His heart was still soft, but you weren’t fluff and butterflies anymore to him. You were fucking hot. You unlocked a kink he didn’t even know he had.

He’d thought about having you next to him regularly, all soft kisses and little sighs -  but that night in the bar, he went home thinking about having you riding him like a fucking horse.

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[angelofthebau]

I have a somewhat angsty request for Hotch if that’s okay. Essentially the two of you were together for a while after he and Haley separated but then he left you to try and make things work with her even though he did really like you. Now it’s years later and you have to work together and you both have to confront those lingering feelings and the hurt you feel. Preferably a happy ending but if a sad one feels more fitting that works too!

Dear My Truest Self

Aaron Hotchner x GN Reader

Word Count: 1748 Content: language, fluff, angst

I finally got around to writing this.

Dear my truest self, I dreamt about him again last night. The gentle kind of dream. The one that I’ve told you about so many times - the one where he comes back, where I open the door and find him stood on the porch; the rain pouring around him with small droplets glinting in his hair, gliding down his cheeks with a melancholy grace. The one where he says that he shouldn’t have left me, the one where just before he takes a step forward, into my home, back into my heart - I wake up. I hope that he is happy, you know? I understand why he left me. He loves her, he’s always loved her. He couldn’t bring himself to give up on her. But I still wish that he didn’t give up on me.

     New York was so cold today. A city that never sleeps and, as true as that may be, you really wished that you weren’t part of that equation. Lately, you were running on expensive coffee and a drive that only a detective would have to keep you going until the case was closed.

     It wasn’t the worst case you’d seen, but it was the most difficult one that you’d worked on since moving to New York, and you devoted every moment that you physically could on trying to piece it all together. You didn’t really have anything else - only an apartment that, as cosy as it may be, never felt truly lived in. All the walls had seen was you eat, or drink, or sleep. Maybe the occasional journal entry. No memories, no moments, nothing that felt like home. Just a place where you existed, rather than lived.

    You arrived into the precinct, armed with two hot cups of coffee, purely for yourself. You gave a small wave to your captain, before settling yourself down at your desk, taking a huge gulp of the coffee before pouring yourself over the case file again.

    “L/N,” The Captain’s voice brought you away from the case file. You glanced up, watching him as he leant against your desk. “The FBI are arriving soon,”

     “I know,” You sighed, leaning back into your chair. You’d discussed inviting the `FBI’s assistance when victim number three turned up, but you felt so close to figuring out the case. Then, the fourth victim crossed state lines. It was now a federal case, but you’d been assured by the captain that the precinct was still working on the case, even though the FBI had been called.       That’s what the Captain assumed you were worried about yesterday, when your face turned white at the realisation that the case was now federal, but he had no idea that your face turned white when you realised the odds of a specific unit being invited onto the case.

     The sound of authoritative footsteps filtered into the precinct. You kept your head down as the Captain raised his posture from your desk, introducing himself to the agents. You almost held your breath, waiting for the agents to introduce themselves, but you could already smell that scent.

       Please don’t. Please don’t speak. Please don’t be your voice.

      “SSA Aaron Hotchner,”

      Your stomach felt heavy, as the cruel twist of fate rotated it’s knife in your chest, eyes hot with tears as you felt his presence behind you. You couldn’t do this, not right now, not today, maybe not ever. But definitely not at this moment, when all you had that seemed meaningful in your life was this job - this case - and now he was here, crossing over into the one thing that he didn’t leave his print on three years ago.

     You stood up quickly, just as the Captain was about to introduce you, taking off towards the other end of the precinct, files in hand and your bag over your shoulder. Your professional reputation would take a nose-dive if you just left right now, without saying a word, in front of the feds. You stopped just before the hallway turning out of the precinct. Slowly turning your head, your eyes locked onto the Captain.       No matter how much you focused on the Captain, you could see him. The small surprise in his features as he saw your face, swiftly followed by the guilty look in his eyes, almost sympathetic to put you in this position.

     “I can’t remember locking my apartment door this morning, I’m just going to check,” Luckily, the words came out steady and even. You finally glanced at him, with the blonde agent by his side. “It’s nice to meet you, agents,”

     Unlike this morning, the cold of New York was eagerly welcomed as you rushed onto the busy street, taking breaths of air and gulping them down until you spluttered and coughed, hastily fighting your way through the strings of people to get back home.

Dear my truest self, He’s at the precinct. When the case is wrapped and everyone goes home, he’ll linger there. How do I move on from this? I’ve tried, you know that I’ve really tried, but everyone I’ve ever considered is always compared to him subconsciously and that’s the problem. No one can ever be him. I should treat him as a stranger. I hope that one day, I’ll forget the face in the rain.

      An hour later, you arrived back into the precinct. The Captain perked up immediately at the sight of you, walking over.

      “Is everything okay?”       “The door wasn’t locked, it’s locked now,”

You were always a shit liar.

      The Captain said nothing, but nodded and ushered you over to the conference room at the end of the precinct, where you could see the agents sat around a table. He was standing, his back towards you, in front of the cork board.

     You entered the room softly and smiled as the agents swung their heads to look at you. He was the last to turn, this time without emotion.      “F/N L/N, I’m the lead detective on this case,” You introduced yourself, shaking hands with every agent as they introduced themselves, smiling and muttering the pleasantries. You shook his hand last. He introduced himself, too.

     Almost like strangers again. But the wedding ring that made you feel hollow every time the cold metal slid onto your skin years ago was now gone, the paler line of skin almost catching up with the rest of his finger. He’d taken his wedding ring off a long time ago.

     You stood with the agents as they developed ideas and theories, with their tech analyst on the other side of a phone in Quantico, before they uncovered a potential lead and took off out of the door. Everyone except him.

    “F/N,” 

     You wanted to keep walking, but you found yourself stop and close the door in front of you. Neither of you knew what to say, only that you needed to say something, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him for a few minutes.

    “I know you’re mad at me,” He finally spoke. Your shoulders dropped as the tension left your body, a few tears welling up in your eyes.

    “I get it, Aaron. Why you left. I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you,”

    “She couldn’t cope with a husband who was married to the job,”

    “Why didn’t you call?”

    “F/N, will you turn around?”

    “But why didn’t you call?” Your voice jumped an octave, breaking at the end of your question, still keeping your eyes on the door and your back to him.

     “It had been two years,”

      You finally turned around. His face showed you emotion again, now that there was no one else around, his eyes a little glazed at the sight of your tears.

    “It was the way you left, Aaron. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you’re a profiler. You knew that was the worst way that you could have ended it,”

    “I know,”

    “You never did anything about it!”

     All the anger started to seep out of your mind, into your mouth, attacking him with spitting words and a sharp tongue.

   “So what, you used me to get over her? I knew that. I was okay with that. But you...you let me tell you that I loved you, then less than an hour later I’m begging beside the front door for you to stay? For what, Aaron? What did that fucking give you, exactly?”

    “A lot of guilt and regret,”

    “We’re talking about you here, not me,”

    “F/N, that’s how I feel,”

     You sniffled. Both of you went quiet, staring at each other. Slowly, you walked closer to him. With each step, another memory flashed back. By the time you were stood in front of him, only a few feet in between your bodies, you were almost in the same place that you were four years ago, before anything had even happened.

     “Why didn’t you call?”

     “I didn’t think that you deserved to deal with me crawling back,” He said, breaking eye contact to glance at the floor. `The truth.

     “I don’t think I deserved anything that came from us,”

     And with that, you turned on your heel, leaving him in the conference room as you walked away, slyly wiping away your tears, to catch up with the other agents.

Dear my truest self, He’s a stranger now. Everything has been said, and maybe I can learn to slowly forget about him. The case has been wrapped, and the gentle dream hasn’t come back since I saw him. I’m back in Virginia. Sometimes when it rains, I sit in the porch, occasionally letting my arm outstretch from the shelter, watching the droplets twinkle on my skin, taking in the new memory of being alone here, no-one turning up to apologise or try and fix something that was too 

     A knock at the door disrupted your writing. You sighed as you got up, shutting the journal and leaving it on the table. You opened the door.

     He was stood there, with the rain pouring around him with small droplets glinting in his hair, gliding down his cheeks with a melancholy grace. You opened the door further, allowing him to come in, knowing what would happen next.

     But you were still awake when his foot finally crossed the threshold and you couldn’t hold back anymore, crashing into his chest, laughing at the cold feeling of the rain soaking your skin as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. 

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[reid-and-writing]

100 percent add wings onto cats, i wonder what tf they'd manage to get themselves into, like would they clan up with seagulls ??? would they just chill on roofs and get into turf wars with other birds???

Oh shit the birds vs cats war would be epic and terrifying. But like. Low-key I am here for flying cats

[kryptonitejelly]

Something is up with Jack Hotchner | Aaron Hotchner x You ft. Jack Hotchner Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x You Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x You ft. Jack Hotchner Genre: Slight angst, fluff Warning: Mentions of fear of abandonment by a parent. Length: Drabble

Where Jack worries you would love a future sibling more than him.

A/N: mom!reader ft. Jack Hotchner really gets to me. He is precious…

Set sometime after this drabble.

***

Something was up with Jack Hotchner and it didn’t take a profiler to figure it out. Tapping the edge of your laptop from your perch on the kitchen island, wedding invites strewn across the countertop, you observed the 13 year old sitting across from you as his hands busied himself folding the flat embossed paper into halves.

It had started yesterday evening, when you had roped the kid in to help with the wedding invites. You had started the post-dinner activity with banter, which you expected to continue while you both tried to finish up the invites today, but it hadn’t. In fact, it was starkly different, with the younger Hotchner boy being quiet since you had gotten back from work. You had walked into the house with a “I’m home”, only to find him sitting at the island, brooding as he scribbled in the answers to his homework for the day.

You had kissed him on the top of his head in your usual fashion, asked him about school, swimming, the usual, only to be met with short, quiet answers. A contrast from his usual self.

Grabbing your phone from the counter, you unlocked it and begin typing.

Something is up with Jack.

AH: Jack? Is everything alright, are you both okay?

You could almost sense the panic in the text, an occupational hazard of your soon to be husband.

We are safe. Everything is fine. But something is up with Jack, he is…quiet.

AH: Tired perhaps? He has both soccer and swim competitions coming up.

Maybe…

AH: Am on the jet, be back in 2 hours.

Clicking your phone shut, you slid it back onto the countertop. Time for a change of tactic.

“We can continue these tomorrow when your dad gets back. How about popcorn and television?” It was the weekend tomorrow, you figured it wouldn’t hurt.

You watched the younger Hotchner’s brow furrow slightly, contemplation flashing across his eyes as if to say no, but he bit it back before shrugging.

“Ok.”

“You choose the show, I’ll grab the popcorn.”

***

Jack had chosen an episode of Modern Family, something you had both seen before, but didn’t mind watching again. The bowl of popcorn wedged on the sofa between you both.

Chuckling at the scene unfolding on the television, you glanced towards the boy on your left. Normally, he would have chuckled alongside you, you both appreciating the humour in this particular scene, but today you were met with a stony silence. His gaze downcast, as he fiddled with the edge of his sweater.

Sighing, you reached for the remote to press pause. Grabbing the bowl of popcorn, which you moved to place on the coffee table in front of you, you turned your body towards the young Hotchner.

“Jackers”, a nickname you had from him since he was nine, “whats wrong.” It was time to grab the bull by its horns, something you learnt worked best when dealing with Hotchners.

“Nothing.”

You watched as he continued to pick at the edge of his sweater.

“We both know that isn’t true.”

Silence

“Come on Jack” softly, you reached out to place a hand over his fidgeting ones. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Silence for a beat.

“What if you and Dad have a kid of your own. You won’t love me anymore.” The words came tumbling out of his mouth in a rush, mushed together as if he was fearful to say it out loud. “My friend Marley at school, her Mom got remarried and had a baby with her new husband, now Marley doesn’t see her Mom anymore, she stays with her Dad and never her Mom anymore.” His voice chokes up slightly as he continues. “And… and, I don’t have a Mom anymore, other than you. Theres Aunt Jess, I guess I could live with her, but… but….”

“Oh Jack” you interrupt, as you watch tears threaten to spill out from the corner of his eyes. Your voice both sad and shocked as you reach out to gather him into your embrace. You squeeze, tight, arms around his shoulders as you feel him shake, his face turning into your shoulder.

“Jack… baby…. Why would you think that. Thats not true.” Stroking his hair you cursed Marley’s Mom internally. “I love you Jackers. I might not have given birth to you, but you are my first baby. No one is going to stop loving you. No one is going to stop seeing you. You’ll always be my, our baby boy.”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach as you squeeze him, even tighter than before, kissing the top of his head. It pained you that he would even think this way. He wasn’t biologically your child, but you had been sold from the moment those light brown eyes met yours, from the moment he invited you out to brunch with him and his dad, from the first time he hugged you, from the first time he fell asleep on your shoulder during movie night at home, from the first time he referred to you as Mom.

“I’ll be your Mom always, for as long as you want me to.” You feel a dampness at your sweater, and arms curl around your body as the teenage, forgetting he is is 13 in that moment curls himself against you into a ball at your words.

***

Aaron Hotchner enters the house, disarming the security system at lightning speed as soon as he is in the door. The house is silent, and recalling your earlier text, he frowns. Dropping his briefcase and go bag on the floor beside the staircase, he walks silently into the living room, only to find Jack sleeping, head in your lap, blanket over his body, and you stroking his hair gently.

Walking towards the sofa, he slips in beside you, carefully.

“Hey” a whisper as he kisses your cheek in greeting. “Everything ok?”

“Hi” you respond, your free hand slipping into his.

He looks at the marks of tear stains that have dried on Jack’s cheeks and waits for your update, which you relay to him, in hushed tones. When you are done, a deep frown is etched into his face.

“What kind of mother does that to her kid.” He wrinkles his nose, displeasure of Marley’s Mom evident on his face.

You lift your shoulders in a shrug, clearly agreeing with him, but hey, people like that existed. You both sit in silence, your hand in his, Jack’s head in your lap, the only sound his steady breathing.

“Should we wake him up and get him to bed?” You ask, quietly, hand brushing across the young Hotchner’s cheek.

“I’ll carry him”. Aaron strokes the back of your hand which is in his, as he looks down at your other hand, now brushing a lock of hair away from his son’s cheek.

***

It takes some effort, but not too much from your husband to be, to lift Jack, who thankfully, unlike his father, is the world’s deepest sleeper in his arms. A year or so more for Jack’s growth spurt to really hit its stride and you knew this being easy would be a thing of the past. Sure Aaron was tall, but if that was anything to go by, Jack would also be. Creeping up the stairs with a feline grace that served him well in the field, you both tucked the young Hotchner into bed.

Shutting his door with a click, you sighed, as you turned to face Aaron, your shoulder sagging with the weight of the words that tumbled from the young Hotchner’s mouth earlier. It still pained you that he had worried about this. You rationalised it was normal, given the Marley circumstance, but you hated it. Hated that he would ever think you would leave him, because you would never leave either of them.

You feel a pair of strong hands pull you close, and you bury your face into Aaron’s shoulder, breathing him in, breathing the comfort he offered in. You knew this troubled him too, and you both would have to find a way to show Jack even more that you loved him, and that he was irreplaceable.

“Thank you” he murmurs, his lips against the top of your head. “Thank you for being there for him, for loving him, for being his Mom.”

“Thank you for being family” you whisper into his shoulder.

[jessicaaatje]

People I'll write for

Some will be platonic, but sometimes I can make them not platonic. You can make couples, then I will maybe write a poly fic, or one where the couple are the parents of the reader.

WOSO

Alex Morgan

Christen Press

Ashlyn Harris

Ali Krieger

Tobin Heath

Lindsey Horan

Emily Sonnett

Kelley O'Hara

Hope Solo

Leah Williamson

Jill Roord

Jackie Groenen

Vivianne Miedema

Alexia Putellas

Jenni Hermoso

And more...

STRANGER THINGS

Max Mayfield

Eleven

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Susy

Erica Sinclair

Chrissy

Kali

Platonic

Will Byers

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Parents

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Bob Newby

Murray

MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

Daisy Johnson

Jemma Simmons

Melinda May

Kate Bishop

Elena Rodriguez

Bobbi Morse

Sprite

Darcy Lewis

And more...

Platonic

Leo Fitz

Deke Shaw

Mack

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

And more...

GLEE

Santana Lopez

Quinn Fabray

Marley Rose

Mercedes Jones

Platonic

Kurt Hummel

Noah Puckerman

Blaine Anderson

DC

Sara Lance

Zari Tarazi

Zari Tomaz

Spooner

Astra Logue

Gideon

Amaya Jiwe

Charlie

Ava Sharpe

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Maggie Sawyer

Lena Luthor

Laurel Lance

Thea Queen

Mia Queen

Dinah Drake

Felicity Smoak

Killer Frost

Caitlin Snow

Nora West-Allen

Allegra Garcia

Jesse Quick

Lois Lane

Sarah Dawes

Nyssa al Ghul

Platonic

Most of the boys in the arrowverse

CRIMINAL MINDS

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Alex Blake

Kate Cahallan

Elle Greenaway

Penelope Garcia

Platonic

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Parent

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Jason Gideon

PITCH PERFECT

Becca Mitchell

Chloe Beale

Aubrey Posen

Emily Junk

Fat Amy

QUANTICO

Alex Parrish

Shelby Wyatt

Nimah and her Sister

DISNEY

DESCENDANTS

Mal

Evie

Uma

Audrey

TVD

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Lizzie Saltzman

Hope Mikealson

Josie Saltzman

Penelope Park

Rebekah Mikealson

Hayley Marshall

Davina Claire

Freya Mikealson

ARCANE

Jinx

Powder

Vi

Lost In Space

Penny Robinson

Judy Robinson

Platonic

Will Robinson

HUNGER GAMES

Katniss Everdeen

Foxface

Primrose Everdeen

Johanna Mason

And mkre from the 74th hunger games women

TWILIGHT

Alice Cullen

Leah Clearwater

Reneesmee Cullen

Rosalie Hale

HARRY POTTER

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Tonks

Daphne Greengrass

Lily Evans

Platonic

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Parents

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

Remus x Sirius

James x Lily

ZERO CHILL

Kayla

Ava Hammerstrom

Sky

GAME OF THRONES

Arya Stark

Sansa Stark

Ygritte

Brienne

Margaery Tyrell

Daenerys Targaryen

REIGN

Mary Stuart

Lola

Kenna

Greer

THE 100

Clarke Griffin

Octavia Blake

Harper

Raven Reyes

Lexa

Anya

Madi Griffin

Cobra Kai

Sam LaRusso

Top Gun

Penny Benjamin

Amelia Benjamin

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Platonic

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

'Hangman'

Parents

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell

'Iceman'

'Goose'

More To Come!

[fandom-lover20]

Requests Are OPEN

(I’m happy to do crossovers for anyone who like one)

I’ll do more than just romance ideas as well, if you want a father/daughter or best friends, siblings etc. that’s completely okay. This is also the same masterlist for if anyone wants any Match-ups, gifs, icons basically just anything you want. If it's in italics then it's because those are my favourite or the ones I just find easiest to write. One-shots: Whatever relationship you like, characters included and either writing prompt or small idea of what you want to happen Match-ups: Fandom (as many as you like), gender/pronouns and sexuality, basic description of physical features and some hobbies/interests, style, any extra info if you like

MINORS

⭐  - Headcanon

❤ - Romance

💋 - Smut

💛 - Fluff

🌹 - Angst

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MASTERLIST

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Requests are open for the following fandoms: 

The Alienist

Cyrus

John Moore

Laszlo Kreisler

Lucius Issacson

Marcus Issacson

Sara Howard

Stevie

The Breakfast Club

Allison Reynolds (the basketcase)

Andrew Clark (the jock)

Brian Johnson (the nerd)

Claire Standish (the princess)

John Bender (the criminal)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Angel

Buffy Summers

Rupert Giles

Oz

Spike

Willow Rosenberg

Xander Harris

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Alex Blake

David Rossi

Derek Morgan

Elle Greenway

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Kate Callahan

Penelope Garcia

Spencer Reid

DC - (I'm not the biggest fan so the character list for this is short)

(any characters from)

Aquaman

Wonder Woman - I haven't watched 1984, sorry

Divergent

Caleb Prior

Christina

Eric

Peter

Tobias Eaton

Tori

Tris Prior

Will

Doctor Who

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Amy Pond

Glee

Artie Abrams

Blaine Anderson

Britney Pierce

Finn Hudson

Jake Puckerman

Kurt Hummel

Kitty Wilde

Marley Rose

Mike Chang

Noah Puckerman

Quinn Fabray

Rachel Berry

Santana Lopez

Sam Evans

Tina Cohen-Chang

The Greatest Showman

Anne Wheeler

Charity Barnum

Charles Stratton

Jenny Lind

Lettie Lutz

Phillip Carlyle

P.T Barnum

W.D Wheeler

Grey’s Anatomy (up to the end of season 9)

Addison Montgomery

Alex Karev

Amelia Shepard

April Kepner

Arizona Robbins

Callie Torres

Christina Yang

Denny

Derek Shepard (McDreamy)

Finn Dandridge (McVet)

George O’Malley

Izzie Stevens

Jo Wilson

Lexie Grey

Mark Sloan (McSteamy)

Meredith Grey

Miranda Bailey

Owen Hunt (McSoldier)

Richard Webber

Teddy Altman

Harry Potter

Angelina Johnston

Blaise Zabini

Dean Thomas

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Katie Bell

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Pansy Parkinson

Ron Weasley

Seamus Finnigan

(Young) Tom Riddle

Bellatrix Lestrange

Hagrid

James Potter

Lily Evans

Narcissa Malfoy

Newt Scammander

Nymphadora Tonks

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

The Hunger Games

Beetee

Cato

Cinna

Clove

Effie Trinket

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthrone

Glimmer

Haymitch Abernethy

Joannah Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Marvel

Peeta Mellark

Primrose Everdeen

Rue

Inkheart

Dustfinger

Farid

Meggie

Mortimer

Knives Out

Benoit Blanc

Marta Cabrera

Ransom Drysdale

Kong: Skull Island

Cole

Houstan Brooks

Jack Chapman

James Conrad

Mason Weaver

Mills

San

Slivko

Lab Rats

Adam Davenport

Bree Davenport

Chase Davenport

Donald Davenport

Douglas Davenport

Leo Dooley

Marcus Davenport

Tasha Davenport

Mamma Mia

Sky

Donna Sheridan

Rosie

Tanya

Sam Carmichael

Bill Anderson

Harry Bright

Sophie Sheridan

Marvel Cinematic Universe (I haven’t watched WandaVision but it’s on my list, I just don’t want to ball my eyes out)

Baron Helmet Zemo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Clint Barton

Darcy Lewis

Drax

Gamora

Groot

Jane Foster

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

Nebula

Peggy Carter

Peter Parker

Peter Quill

Rocket

Sam Wilson

Sharon Carter

Shuri

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

T’Challa

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Vision

Wanda Maximoff

The Mighty Ducks

Adam Banks

Charlie Conway

Connie Monreau

Dean Portman

Dwayne Robertson

Fulton Reed

Gordan Bombay

Greg Goldberg

Guy Germaine

Jesse Hall

Julie Gaffney

Lester Averman

Luiz Mendoza

Russ Tyler

Ted Orion

Terry Hall

NCIS

Eleanor Bishop

Kate Todd

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Nick Torres

Timothee McGee

Tony Dinozzo

Ziva David

Now You See Me

Daniel Atlas

Dylan Rhodes

Henley Reeves

Jack Wilder

Lula May

Merritt McKinney

One Tree Hill

Brooke Davis

Haley James-Scott

Lukas Scott

Mouth McFadden

Nathan Scott

Peyton Sawyer

The Originals

Aiden

Davina Claire

Elijah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Joshua (Josh) Rosza

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Pitch Perfect

Barden Bellas

Beca Mitchell

Chloe

Emily Junk

Fat Amy

Flo

Stacie

DSM

Kommissar

Pieter Kramer

Treblemakers

Benji

Bumper Allen

Jessie

Rush

James Hunt

Niki Lauda

Scandal (seasons 1-3)

Abby Whelan

Charlie

David Rosen

Fitz Grant

Harrison Wright

Huck

Jake Ballard

Mellie Grant

Olivia Pope

Quinn Perkins

Stephen Finch

Sherlock (RDJ Movies)

Irene Adler

John Watson

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock BBC

Greg Lestrade

Irene Adler

Jim Moriarty

John Watson

Mary Watson

Molly Hooper

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Suits (I'm halfway through S3, just finished thingy oils plotline)

Donna Paulsen

Harvey Spectre

Louis Litt

Mike Ross

Rachel Zane

Supernatural

Castiel

Charlie

Claire Novak

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Gabriel

Rowena

Sam Winchester

Teen Wolf

Adrian Harris

Allison Argent

Bobby Finstock

Chris Argent

Derek Hale

Hayden

Issac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Jordan Parrish

Kira Yukimara

Liam Dunbar

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate/Hale

Noah Stilinski

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

Twilight

Alec

Alice Cullen

Bella Swan/Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Demitri

Edward Cullen

Embry McCall

Emmet Cullen

Esme Cullen

Felix

Jane

Jasper Hale

Leah Clearwater

Paul Lahote

Quill

Rosalie Hale

Sam

Seth Clearwater

The Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman

Bonnie Bennet

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Enzo St. John

Damon Salvatore

Jenna Sommers

Jo Laughlin

Kai Parker

Matt Donovan

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

Lexi Branson

Liv Parker

Valerie

Vicki Donovan

X-Men

Charles Xavier

Erik

Kurt Wagner

Logan

Raven

Youngblood

Dean Youngblood

Derek Sutton

Jessie Chadwick

Coach Murray Chadwick

[uncpanda]

Girl’s Night Out

Prompt: Girls/ Guys night out 

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X Reader 

You look at your outfit in the mirror, is it being vain if you think you look good? You decide it isn’t. You look good and there’s nothing wrong with acknowledging that. Your hair is perfectly tousled, the black skinny jeans hug your curves nicely, and the color of your flowy tank top looks great against your skin. Yeah, you look damn good. 

You grab your heels and your clutch. You’ve just put your heels on when there’s a knock at your door. You make a mad dash for it, and your girls are on the other side.Your group links arms and makes its way towards your chosen bar for the evening. 

You’re acting as the sober chaperone, tonight; making sure everyone stays okay and doesn’t get hurt. You watch everyone’s drinks, and make sure that no one goes home with anyone. 

Valentine’s Day has never been your jam. You hadn’t celebrated it as a child, and you didn’t celebrate it now. Your friends however, do. And being single on Valentine’s Day means getting together with the girls even if it means going out after a double shift. You alternate between your phone and checking in on your friends. 

Your eyes follow your friends, and they narrow when you see a man pushing up against one of your friends: Marley. You make a bee-line towards them. Your skin crawls when you hear him muttering disgusting things to your friend. You step in-between them and you can feel Marley’s relief. Her fingers grasp the back of your shirt.

The man raises an eyebrow, “Can I help you?” 

“Yes. Stop messing with my friend.” 

“She’s into it.” 

“No, she’s not.” 

His hands go to his hips, “And how do you know that?” 

You cross your arms against your chest, “She kept trying to move away, you kept following her, you’d lean in and she would lean away. She kept turning away from you, but you can’t take a hint. Not to mention, the words you were whispering, there’s no woman alive who wants to hear that. So take your creepy ass and walk away.” 

His face goes red with anger, and you widen your stance ready to throw down if needed, you’re actually looking for a fight after the day you’ve had. But before he can do anything, a hand comes down on the man’s shoulder. “She said to leave.” 

Your eyes go to the man behind him, he’s a little taller, well built, and everything about him screams cop. 

The idiot who had been hitting on Marley blusters, and he throws a shaky punch. The man dodges and throws one of his own, knocking the dude on his butt. You nod in approval, and look up at the man, “Nice punch.” 

His lips quirk, “Thanks,” he makes eye contact with the bartender, “Do me a favor Al, get him in a cab.” 

The bartender nods, “Sure thing Aaron.” 

You turn around to ask Marley if she’s okay, but she’s already back out on the dance floor. Your hands go to your hips, “The wonders of alcohol.” 

“They never cease.” 

Your head turns to him, and he holds out his hand, “Aaron Hotchner.” 

You reach over and shake it, “Y/F/N Y/L/N.” 

He smiles, “Let me guess, you were dragged out on Valentine’s day too.” 

You nod, and motion to your friends on the dance floor, “Girls night out.” 

He nods to a group of men in the corner, “Guys night out.” 

“You look as excited to be here as I am.” 

“It’s not my usual thing, but my friends mean well.” 

There’s a moment of quiet as you order a club soda, you can sense the question, “I’m the sober chaperone.” 

“Smart.” 

“The word you’re looking for is paranoid.” 

“Cop?” 

You nod, “Homicide. I’ve been told it makes me a killjoy. What about you? You got the cop vibe too.” 

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, but I’m with the FBI.” 

“Ah, a fed.” 

He raises both eyebrows, “That bad?” 

“Not bad, just different.” 

There’s a moment of silence before he says, “You did a good job reading him . . . the drunk.” 

You take a sip of your drink, “Too many years of interrogations I think.” 

“Or you have a natural knack for doing so.” 

You hear someone call your name, and you look over at your friends. They’re stumbling and grabbing purses, they’re ready to call it a night. Figures they’d be ready to go when you’re in the middle of a decent conversation with a smart and cute guy who actually gets your job. 

“Looks like it’s time for me to go. Shame too, I was finally having fun.” 

Aaron smiles at you. He pulls a card out of his pocket, “No reason we can’t continue this some other time.” 

You glance at the card, and you smile, “You're a profiler.” 

“Guilty.” 

You pull a card out and hand it to him, and he grins, “Give me a call some time.” 

“I will, detective.” 

Maybe there was something to Valentine’s Day after all? 

[cherylrpzz]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒;

𝐏𝐒𝐀: Under 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 will I write smut. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable, so if this is something you cannot respect, please continue scrolling.

Under the read more, I have included the information for the canon characters I write, the fandoms I am interested in and the pairings I would like to write out also!

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𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚. 𝟐𝟓. 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞. 𝐆𝐌𝐓

𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 ;

Toni Topaz

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Cheryl Blossom

Archie Andrews

Male & Female OC

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ;

Stiles Stilinski

Allison Argent

Male & Female OC

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 ;

Barry Allen

Male & Female OC

𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 ;

Robert Sugden

𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐄 ;

Marley Rose

Sebastian Smythe

Male & Female OC

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐌.𝐃. ;

Remy Hadley

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Gregory House

Male & Female OC

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 ;

Spencer Reid 

Aaron Hotchner

Male & Female OC

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ;

Veronica Lodge / Archie Andrews

Betty Cooper / Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones / Archie Andrews

Cheryl Blossom / Toni Topaz

Cheryl Blossom / Veronica Lodge

Betty Cooper / Veronica Lodge

Sebastian Smythe / Blaine Anderson

Barry Allen / Caitlin Snow

Stiles Stilinski / Derek Hale

Marley Rose / Unique Adams

Robert Sugden / Aaron Dingle

Gregory House / James Wilson

Gregory House / Remy Hadley

Spencer Reid / Jennifer Jareau

Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan 

My OC / Canon Character

[angelhotchner]

Prompt Sunday: Bed sharing trope plus the “it’s midnight where the hell are you?” prompt! Am I setting myself up to be hurt??? I hope not! 😂

ok so it's monday but this ended up being far longer than a little drabble but here we go! I combined this and another request because they were very similar <3

A Motel and Peppermint Oil

NSFW Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader Contents: Smut, Oral-receiving, Fluff, Penetration Format: One Shot CM Timeline: AU not in canon. Word Count: 3.7K

A gross motel in the middle of creepy fucking nowhere was the last place you wanted to be staying in right now, but the universe had it in for you today. The day began with a headache and you nodding off during the briefing on the jet this morning, then a difficult profile to try and narrow down all day - with no time to eat or even take any painkillers - and finally, to top it all off, the hotel that everyone else was booked into had managed to double-book a couple of rooms, leaving you stranded. Garcia had struggled to find another hotel at short notice and the only place available was a shit motel miles away from the others.

The only hint of a silver lining was that Hotch’s room got double-booked too, so here you both were. Standing outside of the motel room, neither of you really wanted to see where you’d be staying the night.

With a sigh, Hotch opened the motel room door, dropping the bags onto the bed absent-mindedly and looked around. For a second, neither of you noticed just the one bed in the middle of the room - too busy surveying the walls for mould and the floor for insects - but when the room seemed fairly clean, you both spotted the bed at the same time.

“And to top my hell day off,” You mumbled to yourself, staring at the bed with a scowl. If it breathed, you would’ve genuinely tried to fight it.

“I’ll take the floor, don’t worry,” Hotch said, walking into the bathroom.

“No, we’ll share the bed. Morgan and Reid have done it enough,” You sighed, although there was a slight giggle to your voice as you thought of the many times that Morgan had bunked in with Reid, or when they’d fallen asleep on each other on the plane.

As far as you were concerned, you didn’t care about sharing a bed with Hotch. You were all friends, a family. What did it matter?

Hotch said nothing, but you heard the taps screech as he messed with the shower.

“Oh please tell me the water’s hot,” You groaned. The water shut off quickly as Aaron returned to the main room.

“One good thing,” He nodded to you, and you tilted your head back and said a little prayer in your head to whoever - thankful that at least you could have a hot shower. “Although this place doesn’t exactly seem safe,” He admitted, pointing a finger to the right of the room. You followed his finger, seeing nothing, until your eyes registered the shouting and the loud music coming from the room next to yours.

“Urgh,” You grumbled to yourself, stripping away your jacket as you made a beeline for the bathroom, rubbing your forehead. “I’d kill to have some peppermint oil right now,”

“I’ll go out and get us some food,”

And with that, Hotch left, the sound of the car engine whizzing off drowned out the shouting for a while. You sighed, again, before running the shower and stepping in. It wasn’t a great shower - you weren’t exactly expecting much anyway, but it did the job - the steam soothed you as you just stood still for the last ten minutes of your shower, basking in the hot water. When you got out, Hotch still wasn’t back, and you walked around with your own towel wrapped around you. You debated whether to look over the case file again, but your headache seemed to pulsate stronger in your temples at the very thought of doing work right now.

You changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before flopping down on the edge of the bed, waiting. He’d been gone for only 30 minutes at this point, your phone reading 11PM to you, although far too brightly for your head’s liking. Propping up the pillows, you decided to just lie down for a while. Surprisingly enough, the bed was actually pretty comfortable.

You woke with a start at the sound of glass smashing, and you instinctively grabbed your gun from the bedside table. The light was still on in your room, and your headache had become angry at the luminance and the sudden movement. Another smashing sound attacked your ear drums, but confirmed to your brain that next door must either be getting wild or home to the clumsiest guests known to man. You grumbled to yourself, your stomach rumbling with you as you picked up your phone.

00:02am.

You realised Hotch hadn’t come back yet. His keys were still gone and everything was as you left it.

“Pick up the phone,” You urged to yourself, more annoyed than worried as your cell dialled Hotch’s. He answered on the fifth ring.

“Hotchner,”

“It’s midnight! Where the hell are you?” You burst out. Hotch went silent for a moment, but you could hear the rumble of the SUV’s engine.

“I’m a few minutes away,”

“How has it possibly taken you an hour and a half to find some food? Hotch, they’re smashing glass next door and—”

“Are you okay?” He interrupted, his voice growing slightly softer.

“I’m fine. I’m just hungry and my head hurts and…and…Aaron, I don’t like it here. Please, just hurry up,” You put the phone down after that, trying to calm yourself down. A few tired tears were welling up in your eyes - partly from exhaustion and partly from the purely shit day you’d had. You just didn’t feel quite right.

When you heard the SUV park outside the room, you heaved a sigh of relief. Hotch unlocked the door, shuffling in with three bags strapped to his forearms. He dumped them onto the bed next to you, turning to lock the door behind him.

“Sorry, Y/N,” He muttered, staring at the door for a brief moment before turning around to look at you. “I was trying to find something for you and I ended up going to four different places and I had no idea it had gotten so late,”

You blinked at him. One of the rare tells of Hotch was when he was truly guilty about something, or apologetic, his speech would become faster and less even, a few words tumbling over each other here and there.

“Wow, you really feel bad, don’t you?” You said. He shot you a perplexed look, but said nothing more about it as he pointed to the bags.

“Two are Chinese takeout, and the other is a bag for you,” He said, opening his go-bag and grabbing a towel. “I’m gonna shower before I eat,”

You nodded, diving for the plain white bag to see what he’d got you. Inside were a pack of painkillers, two bottles of your favourite drink and some of your favourite sugary snacks. Your eyes lit up at the thoughtfulness of him.

To be perfectly honest, he’d always been incredibly thoughtful when it came to you. He’d remember how you liked your hot drinks, your favourite snacks and he always noticed what kind of mood you were in. He was more attentive to you than he was to most other people, but you’d always gotten along well and been quite close since you started at the BAU. Sometimes, your mind focused on his lips when he talked in a low voice to you on the jet home, whilst everyone was asleep, but you’d always brushed it off. Not that you didn’t find the man attractive or anything, because you did, but it was Hotch. What was the point in allowing yourself to think about him when there’s no possible way that you could both go there?

You emptied the bag’s contents onto the bed. A tiny, brown paper bag, almost like an envelope, fluttered out with the treats, and you grabbed it with a raised eyebrow. You tore it open.

Your chest felt a little strained as you stared down at the little bottle in your hand.

Peppermint oil.

Where the hell could you find peppermint oil late at night in a small town?!

You suddenly realised that this was what he’d been travelling around for, and the reason he was so late, and you instantly felt guilty about snapping at him on the phone. You opened the oil bottle, the end being that of a roller ball, and you rubbed it gently on your temples, the clean burning sensation instantly lifting the edge from your headache.

Without thinking, you knocked on the bathroom door and opened it softly before waiting for a response. Hotch stood right in front of you, his lower torso covered with his towel and his hair spiky and wet, droplets dripping down and catching onto his toned chest.

For once, you didn’t brush off the thought of how attractive he was. All you could do was stare for a few seconds, before clearing your throat and looking up at him.

“Did you travel around the town to find this?” You asked him gently, holding the small bottle of oil in between your index finger and your thumb. He nodded, somewhat bashful.

“I just want to help you,” He said, softer than you’d ever heard his voice before. A moment passed between you both as you awarded him a coy smile.

“Thank you,”

A large thud, accompanied by the sound of more glass smashing echoed around the room, and it made you jump. Almost like it was his first instinct, Hotch grabbed your arms and pulled you close to him, straight into his wet chest, with one hand covering the top of your head like he was trying to shield you away from harm.

“Those neighbours are getting worse,” You complained into his chest. You relaxed into him, not caring about the water stuck to his skin as you let your body just stay there, taking in his warmth and basking in his protection.

“I’m glad I’m staying with you,” He whispered.

You tilted your head upwards, your chin digging into his chest as you looked up at him. He looked straight down back at you.

Maybe it was just the stress, or the fear, or the exhaustion - some kind of external factor that made you inch your face closer, your lips brushing against his. Maybe it was some kind of external factor for him too, because he responded as soon as you made the contact, scooping you in closer and letting his lips softly graze against your own. It was as if both of you just let go of everything as your noses bumped together, your heartbeat thudding in your chest - or maybe that was his?- as your hesitant mouths gracefully greeted each other. Your tongue slid across his lips as he gripped your cheek gently, pulling you even closer. The kiss was wet and warm, attentive as his tongue glided across yours sweetly.

You took longer to pull away from each other than you actually spent kissing. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the warmth leave you, and you met his gaze.

“Tell me if I’ve just made a huge mistake,” He whispered, and your heart almost broke at the fear in his face.

“Tell me, too,” You replied, and you saw a small wave of relief flood through him. But his eyes still spoke of fear - of insecurity, of overstepping boundaries, of rejection.

“We should eat,” He muttered, letting go of you and breaking the moment, and you wanted to grab him back. The absence of his arms felt wrong, unsafe.

Did you always have it this bad for Aaron Hotchner?

You complied, leaving the bathroom. He appeared a minute later, dressed in sweatpants. Both of you sat at the edge of the bed and devoured the take-out, which was still half-warm. With a full belly and a lessening headache, you lay back onto the bed, your own thoughts managing to mask the argument that your neighbours had been escalating for the last two hours.

He lay next to you for a moment, before settling himself under the covers. You flicked the light off in the room and settled down too, but sleep wasn’t going to come to you. In your head, you replayed the kiss over and over again, then the look in his eyes afterwards, until you finally caved into yourself.

You turned over, facing his back, and slowly crept forward. As softly as you could, you planted a tiny kiss on his shoulder.

And waited.

He must have felt your presence still hovering over him. He turned over, lying on his back as he looked up at you, barely illuminated by the motel room window.

“It wasn’t a mistake, Aaron,” You confirmed, leaning down to press a small, tender kiss against his lips. He held your face in his hands as you pulled away. He still seemed reluctant. Your fingers traced around the features of his face, your thumb carefully rubbing his cheek.

“I want you,” You sighed. Apparently, that was all it took. It was as if he’d been waiting to hear you say it because, the minute that you did, he changed completely, holding your face tighter as he pulled you back down to his lips. With a small gasp, you dropped your body onto his, but with the kiss getting hotter, your mind went into overdrive and controlled your body without so much as a thought from you. You climbed on top of him, feeling every part of him against you as he worshipped your mouth, biting your lip gently as you pulled at the damp hair strands on the top of his head.

You brought your legs up and straddled him, and Hotch really wished that he had more light right now. To see you on top of him, looking down at him with wide eyes and puffy lips, probably better than he’d ever imagined.

You, on the other-hand, were seeming to forget any logic or worries as you slowly pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your breasts. Hotch’s breath caught in his throat as he saw your exposed chest, the moonlight casting an icy contour to them, so soft and perfect. His hand reached up.

He huffed out a breath as your head fell back the minute that his finger touched you. So beautiful.

His finger circled around your nipple, before his thumb slowly rubbed against it, the bud hardening at the pressure of his touch. His other hand came up and went to work with the other one. The feeling of his touch only heightened every sense you had, and your body needed to move. Slowly, your hips buckled backwards and forth, grinding against him as he increased his toying with your breasts. You could feel him through your sweatpants, already hardening underneath you. You ground down lower onto him, and let out your first soft moan.

The sound turned him feral. He sat up right, locking his arms around your waist as he moved, not wanting to disturb the little friction party you were giving yourself. He brought his mouth to your chest, sucking sweet kisses onto your nipples and dragging his tongue across them quickly, his pace increasing every time you let out one of those god damn beautiful moans.

“Give me more, Aaron,” You whined, the friction no longer giving you what you needed. You were so wet, so fucking wet, and your headache had long gone, replaced by sheer bliss and horniness that only esculated when you finally looked down at him, watching his mouth suckle on your nipple. One of his arms that was snaked around your waist trailed around to your front. His fingers gently rubbed against you through your sweatpants, but it still wasn’t enough. Too many clothes, too much fabric, not enough contact.

“More!” You whined out.

Aaron hearing you whining for touch, for his touch, seemed to unlock something inside of him as he completely let go of every inhibition he had. He pushed you backwards, and you landed on your back with a huff. Your legs never hit the bed because, as they unwrapped from his hips, he grabbed your ankles tightly and placed your legs on the top of his shoulders.

“Jesus,” You muttered, in awe of the man knelt between your legs as his hands gripped the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down and bringing your underwear away too. He held your legs up as he peeled the clothing from your body, and then paused to take in the sight of you, completely naked and exposed to him, whilst watching him with those blown-out, seductive eyes.

Just for a split second, the heat left him as he gave you a small, concerned look.

“How’s your head?” He mumbled, and you smiled to yourself. Aaron. Thoughtful, attentive Aaron had stopped in the middle of this as he remembered your headache.

“I’m fine,” You assured him. He nodded, and then the heat returned to him - clouding any logical judgement once again as he danced his lips up your legs, onto your inner thighs, before stopping short.

You could feel his breath tickling you. Teasing you.

“Aaron, if you don’t do something…” You sighed. Your eyes met his, and he lingered next to your pussy, a small smirk on his face. “...yes?” “I’m gonna lock my ankles together behind your head,”

“...and?”

“I’m gonna force your face straight into me,”

He stared at you for a few moments, the smirk never leaving his face. He blew out a small whistle of air, just enough to tingle your clit but not enough to do anything more, and you let out an impatient howl.

“Aaron,” you began, but he cut you off.

“Do it,”

At this point, if the man asked you to move heaven and earth for him, you’d sure as hell try. You locked your feet around his neck and bent your knees, pulling his face straight into your wetness.

You didn’t expect the man’s mouth to be already open or land perfectly onto your clit as you pulled him, and the feeling of his sudden sucking drew a strangled cry from the back of your throat. You kept your knees bent, legs wide open as he sucked and licked at every part of you that he could, before giving your clit his undivided attention. His thoughtfulness had also spread to the way he had sex, as he listened to the way you moan when he did certain things, focusing on the things that drew out long groans and breathy pants, never faltering as you felt the pressure build and build. Your legs began to tremble and your hands gripped his hair, pulling it in all different directions.

You attempted to warn him, to tell him how close you were, but the words never completely unjumbled themselves and it came out as a mangled screech.

But he knew, and he dived deeper, more pressure and the pace never fading as you closed your eyes, goosebumps shooting up your back.

Your shoulders became light but frozen as the wave finally washed over you, euphoric and blissful, the feeling pushing you down into the bed as Aaron gently released his mouth from you. You were panting, sweating and shook every time that Aaron touched you, his hand softly rubbing your arms as you came down from the high. You looked down at Aaron.

He felt like he was throbbing. Painfully hard at the way you looked right now, coming down from an orgasm that he’d given you, in such a beautiful mess that made him want to ruin you all over again.

“Are you good?” He asked you, and you nodded at him, a lazy smile gracing your lips as the last drops of the feeling subsided, leaving you on the edge of something greater.

You didn’t even notice that he’d undressed himself whilst you came down, and your eyes fell straight onto his hard cock, angrily upright and desperate for attention. You reached out for it, but Aaron grabbed your wrist.

“I need you. All of you,” He mumbled, and the words felt like fire as opened your legs back up, presenting yourself to him.

He smiled at you, rubbing your inner thigh gently as he lined himself up.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? We can stop right now, if you want to,” He said, so soft and sweetly that you were sure you fell completely in love with the man at that very moment.

“Do it,” You grinned, mimicking his expression earlier. He left out a choked chuckle, and slowly began entering you, both of you groaning at the feeling. He slid in and out as slowly as he could, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him, but you were already ready and willing. You pulled him closer to you so that he almost leaned down on top of you.

“Just love me,” You whispered, a little voice in the back of your head cringing about your word choice, but Aaron came alive, the pace quickening as he placed sloppy kisses onto your lips. He pulled away from you, but kept his pace unrelenting, something tugging in his chest as you moaned every time he hit you.

“I do love you,” He blurted out quietly, but you heard him loud and clear.

“I love you too,”

With that, his pace set a new standard - unbelievably quick and rough, animalistic, as the sound of slapping skin bounced around in your head, filling you to the point where you couldn’t even think straight anymore, coming close to another orgasm ever more powerful than the last with Aaron not far behind you. Both of you groaned together, perfectly in sync as if you were both made to love each other, to have each other like this - and that theory was proved when you came together too, Aaron buckling and burying deep into you as your back arched, the pain of the strain only heightening the pleasure that you felt.

But you knew you were a goner for him afterwards, when you’d cleaned each other up and snuggled back down into the bed, naked and warm, your head lying on his chest and his arms wrapped around you.

“I meant it,” You whispered into the dark, and the arms pulled you closer to him.

“I know, sweet girl,”

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[angelofthebau]

Your Majesty [Part One of Three]

Aaron Hotchner x Female OC/Reader

Word Count: 3204

This town is full of gangs, it always has been, but one woman is in charge of them all. When the BAU team are called onto a dangerous poisoning case, the PD captain tries to reject their help. But the team aren’t leaving, and they’re going to be dragged into a bizarre town with a interesting queen who seems to have taken a shine to the BAU Chief.

Angel Note: I already began this story using smaller parts, but the second part somehow got deleted (thanks Tumblr). So I’ve rewrote it. I am still taking my Tumblr break, but this was a request that I really wanted to do.

        Jet briefings were always the worst. They meant that time was of the essence, an unsub desperately unravelling further at each moment, but the case that the BAU were about to be thrown into was far more complex and dark than they could have initially thought. True, it was already dark enough - as Penelope Garcia explained over the video feed from back in her ‘cave’ in Quantico - three children and two teenagers dying of mysterious causes, all in quick succession, with no link between them available to see at the local PD’s surface view.

     ‘Eight year old Susanna Rose, six year old Jaxon King, eleven year old Jessica Baker, sixteen year old Michael Barren and nineteen year old Austin Rivers. All lived in different parts of town, Susanna and Jaxon went to the same school, Jessica went to a different school just outside of town. Austin worked at a gas station and she still lived with her parents, and Michael was in high-school with no job,’

     Going back and forth over the case file, agents Prentiss, Jareau, Rossi, Morgan, Hotchner and Dr Reid threw around possible links and early theories. The possibility of an unknown disease was thrown out by the local PD, due to none of the family members from the victims’ households becoming sick. An interesting toxicology report on Susanna, Jaxon and Jessica found an unusual concoction of substances within their system. The ME was still finishing their report on Austin and Michael, but they were betting the same mixture would show up too. A lethal, rare compound of chemicals that created havoc on the human nervous system and causing the body to attack itself, eventually shutting down completely. A poison.

    “We’re landing,” Hotch interrupted the conversation, hushing it to a silence as the plane descended.

     “Detective Mills, it’s a pleasure to have you here,” Mills greeted the two agents with an outstretched hand as they walked into the precinct. He was met with a firm handshake from the BAU chief.

     From the back of the precinct, Captain Halloway happened to glance up from the case file, catching the end of Mills’ handshake with a stranger. A suit. Tailored. Serious. FEDs.

     “SSA Hotchner and Jareau,” Hotch spoke lowly, accepting the formality. “The rest of my team are with the ME and the latest victims’ family,” 

     “Mills,” Halloway bellowed, striding over to his detective and the two FEDs, a scornful look plastered on his features. 

     Mills flinched as the Captain stopped beside him, facing the agents.

     “Captain Halloway,” He introduced himself. “I’m sorry, Agents. We have this case handled,” Halloway spoke sternly, before turning towards Mills. “What did I tell you about calling the god-damned FBI?”

     Mills’ mouth fluttered open and closed, like a fish, as Halloway stared him down.

     “Sir, with due respect, this case is incredibly time-sensitive and my team has agreed to be at your disposal,” Hotch interrupted, sensing the tension.

     “This is still your case, we are just here as a resource to stop more people from being killed,” Jareau soothed.

     “No-one else is going to be killed, agents. Apologies for your wasted journey, but things are under control here,”

     “Captain, how can you be sure that you have this handled?” Hotch questioned, his arms crossed against his chest, his face smouldering.

     “Agents, you don’t know this town. I can assure you, this is being taken care of,”

     “Why is there information missing from your case file? Surely, if this case is being taken care of, then you have a suspect, or a lead, or something more than what’s in this file,” 

     JJ held up the dull, thin file. Halloway took a sharp intake of breath, staring up at the ceiling to compose himself for a second.

     “Please, Agents. Go home,” He mumbled, trying to sound as authoritative as possible, but he knew he was in a difficult territory. The FEDs would never back off from a case like this and the precinct truly had no leads or suspects as such. Halloway had a secret weapon as such - not enlisted by him, but someone that he knew would put an end to the killings. Someone who was better at catching a killer in this town than the cops were.

     JJ and Hotch stood still, showing no signs of moving at all, and bore a glare into Halloway.

      Halloway shot a scowl towards Mills. Mills shrank into himself further.

      “Do you want to start a fight with the Queen?” Halloway spat at Mills.

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     “So, what’s with the Queen business?” Rossi asked as soon as he entered the conference room that Halloway had reluctantly given the BAU, Prentiss following behind. Morgan and Reid were already in the room, relaying information from the ME report to Hotch and JJ.

      Hotch looked up from his casefile.

      “Something’s not right about the case,”

     “Mills clammed up as soon as Halloway got close to him. Something’s happening, but we’re not sure what yet,” JJ added.

     “Corrupt cop maybe?” Prentiss offered, but Hotch shook his head.

      “He’s allowing us to stay on the case. Why would a corrupt cop do that?”

     “To avoid suspicion?”

      “But who’s the Queen?”

       Halloway opened the conference room door, just catching Reid’s question as he entered. The agents became silent, watching his every move. He exhaled loudly, shutting the door behind him. He drew the blinds in the conference room and flicked on the huge screen at the back of the room, remote in hand.

      “This town is gang territory. It has been for years, most of our cases were rival gangs fighting over turf. Usually open shut investigations, until five years ago,” He began. He pressed a button on the remote, illuminating the screen with three group photographs, with each photograph titled by gang name.

     “There are more gangs, but these three are the main groups that run in this town. Caana, Arc and Silver. Caana…”

       Halloway clicked the button again, showing a collage of photos of at least twelve different people, some mugshots - some candid.

        “They’re the oldest. Dating back to before this town was really a town. Drug smugglers mostly, forever thinking they’re a cartel but they’re just drinkers and fighters now, with the occasional pill selling,”

         He switched the screen again, showing another collage. Only five people, all candid shots.

        “Arc are clever bastards. Own half of the town, cooked their books, ran an on-ground black market operation. We’ve always been two steps behind them, and they’re in and out of the town regularly,”

     “Past tense?” Reid wrinkled his nose. Halloway nodded.

     “They’ve never been tied to any of our old cases themselves, but Arc get the blame for most of Caana’s fighting with…”

         The next screen was a huge collage, over thirty different people. Only one mugshot.

       “Silver. Silver are the worst. These guys are into everything. Half of them came from The Silk Road collapse, huge dark net presence. We suspect some hitmen run with them too,”

     “Why was the government never notified of these gangs?” Morgan asked, chewing on the end of his pen. Halloway shook his head.

     “Five years ago, our cases slowed. Calls about Caana’s bar-fights stopped. Arc’s name stopped being mentioned. Most of the members of Silver seemed to drop from the face of the earth. The black market stopped - everything just seemed to halt. We found out that there was a hierarchy controlling all three of these gangs, keeping them out of trouble with the law and calming down their rivalries. The gangs started keeping to themselves, Arc even improved the community significantly. We knew they wouldn’t just stop their activities, another group had to be controlling them and covering them all up. But the town became more peaceful and we hadn’t had a homicide case hit our desks until now,”

     “So which group was overseeing them all?” Hotch asked.

      “Not a group. One woman,”

      “The Queen?”

       “A few gang members from Caana mentioned ‘Queen’ if we ever spoke to them. It was always ‘Queen will handle it’ or ‘Queen will punish’. Almost biblical, in a sense,”

      Halloway clicked to the final slide. There was only one photo, it was candid but the woman’s features were clear enough.

      “Elizabeth Tatiana Leighton. Known as Tate Leighton. We ran into her three years ago…I ran into her three years ago. She’s the Queen. She runs all three gangs. She stopped the rivalries, she oversees every single thing that the gangs do. I have no idea what she holds over them, she has no one else by her side, but she controls every member. She’s ruthless,” Halloway paused to look at the photograph, a ghost of a smile flickering in his face.     “But, in a way, she’s on our side. The activity from the gangs went cold years ago, no-one knows what they’re doing now or if they’re even operating anything anymore. There’s only been one altercation since she took control. From what I heard, the members involved in the feud were scared onto the straight and narrow by her,”

      “So you can’t track anything to her?” Prentiss asked. She was almost in awe of Tate.

      “No. A note was on my desk a few days ago, just before the first body was found,”

       Whilst Halloway dug into his pocket, searching for the note, Hotch stared at the screen. He memorized Tate’s face, noticing the youth in her features. She must have been only twenty-something. He wondered how she got into this business, and how she controlled so many people.

      “It is under my control. Accept my grave condolences to the families of the victims. I do not tolerate killing of innocents, especially children. I am taking care of this. Do not follow this up. I will give you my word when everything is clear. I will pay for the victims to be remembered. Signed, Majesty,”  Halloway read. The team were stunned silent for a moment.

     “So, we have a young woman in control of three dangerous gangs. She has morals and a rule-book,” Rossi commented.

     “The issue is, we can’t leave this case alone,” Morgan sighed.

      “Why not?” Halloway asked in worry.

     “I have a feeling that this woman is going to take an eye for an eye to whoever is responsible for this,”

     Mills bounded into the room. He stopped for a brief second, lingering beside the door as he noticed Tate’s photo on the board, before quickly snapping out his gaze.

     “There’s a call about another body,” Mills burst out. Halloway nodded to the team as they all stood up from the chairs.

     “I won’t lie, I’m uncomfortable, but I’m glad to have you here,” Halloway muttered to the room. The agents shot a glance at him, before leaving the conference room.

      Tate was the first to find the body. She hadn’t heard from Olen in a few hours and now his body lay on the beach, next to Caana’s old smuggling cove, unused as a passage for the last decade, in bad shape. She kept her distance from the body, but spent a minute in silence. Olen was a good man. She respected him immensely - he was intelligent and cunning, but understood Tate’s viewpoint in life and supported her from the moment she took over the lowers. 

     When Deacon had come to her only a couple of hours ago with news of an FBI presence, Tate had already set a plan in motion. Her most trusted lowers were assigned to tail the agents, ordered to stay in pairs for their own safety. She only wanted to know what they agents knew, purely to aid her own investigation. Before Deacon had left to begin his assignment, he’d handed her a file, filled with pictures and information on the FBI agents working on the case. She’d spent a good half hour memorising their names, their faces, their accomplishments - trying to find any weaknesses to play with in case the agents turned on her.

     In a way, she wished that she could share information with the law. The poison was called Keltrox, which Silver had acquired from a known gang contact. They’d given it to Tate in order for her to analyse it and create a cure. With the business that her lowers got up to, they pissed a lot of people off - Keltrox was a hot new thing on the market, according to Silver, with a high chance that someone seeking revenge on one of her lowers would use it.

     Sadly, knowing where the Keltrox came from couldn’t narrow Tate’s search, as any of the gang members could have gotten their greasy hands on it - not just Silver. Hell, maybe even the drunkest in Caana had a stash somewhere.

     Tate’s blood began to boil the longer she stared at Olen’s lifeless body. The kill felt personal, as if Tate had been poisoned herself. Innocent people dead, and now one of her most loyal lowers. It was a message, and Tate could hear it loud and clear.

    The agents hadn’t been to the beach according to her hourly reports. Olen wouldn’t have been at the beach unless he had good reason to slip away from his assignment. The killer had to be one of the most trustworthy lowers to pull something like this. Her most loyal lowers knew that Tate would be at the beach, in this very spot, if she was unable to be found anywhere else. It was the beach that she washed up on years ago, on a tiny lifeboat she’d managed to get onto when Alzena began to fail and wreck. The moment that she’d found the freedom that she’d been looking for was completely within this spot - now, there was Olen’s corpse.

     His eyes were still open. She badly wanted to close them, to sprinkle sand over them, to keep his vision away from what would happen now. But even Tate knew that the FBI would find something more within Olen’s corpse, and her compulsion would ruin that chance. She didn’t want to lead them down the wrong path.

     “The call said the body was next to Caana’s cove, it should be just over this hill,”

     Halloway’s voice sent Tate running into a dip in the rocks of the cove, poking her head above to see two agents accompanying Halloway towards Olen’s body. She ducked back down as they drew closer to her, cursing her sandy footprints that she’d left behind. After a few seconds, she ducked her head back up, recognizing the agents as Prentiss and Hotchner. They talked for a little while, their conversation indistinguishable to Tate, until Prentiss left the beach with Halloway. Hotchner stayed, seemingly staring at the ground until his face turned towards Tate’s direction.

     He’d clocked the footsteps.

     He raised his head, locking eyes with Tate immediately. His hand automatically grabbed onto his gun holster, but Tate stood up fully, hands above her head. Hotch relaxed his grip.

    “Tate Leighton,” He addressed her, but Tate shook her head.

    “Close his eyes please, Agent Hotchner,”

     Hotch stared at her for a brief moment, then silently leaned towards the body, gently brushing Olen’s eyes closed. Within those seconds that he turned away, Tate had taken off, vanishing as he turned back to look at her.

     He stayed on the beach for a minute or so, dissecting his encounter with the Queen herself. She looked even younger than she did in the photo that Halloway had shown him. She knew his name. They were being watched.

       What he never expected was her empathy. They painted her to be ruthless and uncaring, almost numb. He didn’t believe that her request to him was a plan to get away, but instead a compulsion of emotion, compassion.

      He made his way back towards the car, meeting up with Prentiss and Halloway.

     “Did you find anything else?” Prentiss asked, opening the back car door.

     “Tate Leighton,” Hotch spoke lowly, settling himself into the driver’s seat of the SUV.

      “The Queen was there?” Halloway burst out.

      “She was there before us, there were footprints from the body to where she was hiding,”

      “Is she a suspect?” Prentiss asked, and Hotch shook his head as he started the car engine.

      “I don’t think so. She asked me to close the victim’s eyes, and then she left.”

      “Huh,” Prentiss thought aloud.

      “She knew my name. She’s watching us,”

       Hotch began to drive back to the precinct. At a red light, just before the turn for the precinct, he glanced out of his window. Tate stood there on the sidewalk, watching him.

      “Thank you.” She mouthed to him.

     As quickly as she appeared, Tate left, losing herself in the small straggle of people on the sidewalk, making her way back to the beach. She called her lowers, checking on their status. They’d heard the news about Olen by now, but were sticking to their assignments. Deacon and Clarke followed the agents to the beach, seeing Olen’s body, and they’d noticed her on the sidewalk, but said nothing about her encounter with Agent Hotchner. It wasn’t their place to ask her. Deacon was slightly worried about what he’d seen, though. He didn’t like his Queen getting involved with law enforcement, let alone the FBI. What he’d seen on the sidewalk - the way she’d gone back to the car to say thank you to Agent Hotchner...it made him feel a little sick.

     Meanwhile, back at the precinct, the team felt like they were hitting dead end after dead end. Sadly, Tate’s work meant that most of the gang’s activities were covered up to the maximum, even Garcia was having a hard time finding out any recent information, and Tate was a ghost in the system. No information could be found on her regarding the last ten years, almost like she vanished during her teens, only to resurface on the beach following a shipwreck five years later, somehow becoming the leader of three gangs in a small, dangerous town. Hotch’s mind replayed Tate’s behaviour over and over again, trying to dissect it further than he already had, but he never found anything new.

     “That’s weird,” Garcia’s voice interrupted Hotch’s thoughts and the team’s conversation over the phone speaker.

     “Whatcha got, baby girl?” Morgan answered.

     “When I was digging into the Queen, one of the things I found was that the boat that she was on when she was at sea was called Alzena - you know, before it was hit by a bad sea storm and she ended up sailing on the lifeboat,”

     “And?”

     “Now, here’s the thing, I was tracking packages into the town to see if anything suspicious had been reported and nothing had - however, there was a package that was sent about a month ago and the address it was sent to was an abandoned building, so it was sent to the posting office because it couldn’t be delivered. No-one went to pick it up from the office and that package was reported missing four days ago by staff,”

    “That could have been the poison,” Prentiss said, looking to the team.

    “Guys, the name on the package was Alzena Smith,”

     Prentiss shot a look at Hotch.

     “We need to bring in Tate Leighton,” He declared, rising from the chair to find Halloway.

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[cmncisspnandmore]

Don’t let me go, part 4

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Warnings: Anorexia, eating disorders, depression, drug use, mentions of past character death, extreme fluff? is that a warning? 

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“Hotchner,”

“Hotch it’s Reid,” Spencer pulled open the black SUV door, and slid into the driver seat.

“Reid, hows Y/N?”

“Not good, I’m going to be submitting leave of absences for us.”

“What is going on Reid?” A door closes on the other end of the line.

“It’s Y/n, she’s worse than I thought, but i'm going to get her help. She’s been struggling with Anorexia, and I cant believe that i didn't see it before now. “ Reid rests his head on the steering wheel, tears once again welling in his eyes.

“Reid you couldn't-” Hotch begins, and Reid lets out a soft laugh, raw emotion leaking into his voice.

“It was all right in front of me, she's my best friend. She knew i was getting bad with Dilaudid before i did. How did i not catch this? I'm a profiler, i study behaviour for a job. But i couldn’t see that my own best friend who has slept at my house numerous times. Who has showered at my house, and slept in my bed. I didn't notice it Hotch, and now im afraid im not going to be able to get her back.” Tears streamed down his cheeks as the elder profiler listened to him cry over the phone.

“It’s going to be okay, take as much time as you need. Make sure you both come back to work.” Hotch rubs a hand down his face on the other line, he too felt like he should’ve noticed her decline.

“I will.” Reid picks his head up off the wheel and wipes his face, pushing back his hair from his forehead. “And Hotch?”

“Yes?”

“Don't tell the team, she’ll tell them when she’s ready.”

“Of course.” And the line goes dead.

Taking a deep breath Reid, buckles up his seatbelt, and put the car in reverse, pulling out of the parking lot and making his way to the store around the corner.

You laid there, you had fallen asleep for a few minutes, but the look on Spencer’s face when he saw you in the bathtub, when he finally got a look at your body and what you had done to it. It haunted your dreams. You ruined the image he had of his best friend. You ruined part of the one good thing in your life. And that just left a heavy weight on your chest.

You tossed and turned in the bed, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Your body ached from head to toe, and you had a chill that went all the way to your bones. Grabbing the blankets from the bed you make your way into the small bathroom, where this whole thing started and pile them on the floor, then curl up in the still hot bathroom. Steam still resided on the walls and mirrors, the small heater in the corner sputters to life and hot air is released into the air. You and your mound of blankets huddle as close to the vents as possible, desperate to soak in any heat you can. You lean your head back against the wall.

Your mind drifting to the time when it was the other way around, when it was Spencer who needed saving and you were the one who stepped up. You sat for hours outside his apartment door, just talking, waiting, hoping. You would tell him about your day and how the Barista at the coffee shop you and him went to would ask about him. You told him about how your parents had gotten a new dog, and named him Vincent. You thought Vincent was a human name and didn't suit the dog at first but as time went on the big old basset hound had more human qualities. You told him about how you had thought about getting a dog, but wouldn't because of the BAU. You also told him stories about your childhood, and how you watched the neighborhood kids for most of your teenage years. You told him about silly things that made you laugh, how Morgan always said the unsub was a “Son ofa bitch” no matter what case you were on.

He was the one person who knew how to make you smile when you were sad. He knew that you had some of your own demons in the past, the ones that made you cry when you thought he was asleep in his room when you stayed on his couch. He knew that you hated that Garcia had to see all the horrible things about the crimes. He knew you were the one who gifted her flowers of all colors and trinkets for her desk. You often took hours out of your day making her a playlist of funny videos to watch after a particularly hard case.

You closed your eyes as the heater hummed again and warmed your frozen hands.

“Y/N?” Spencers voice pulled you from your half sleep.

“In here, its too cold out there.” You called, shiffting around so you could sit up, as Spencer peeked into the doorway.

A plastic bag hung from his long fingers, “I brought you some Saltines and Gatorade.” He gave you a small smile, you looked like a sick child from your huddled position on the floor.

“Okay,” You gave him a small smile, gathering the blankets in your arms you made your way back to the bed and spread the blankets out haphazardly. Spencer sat next to you as you leaned back against the pillows, sitting against the headboard. The plastic bag crinkled as he pulled out the crackers and pressed the box into your hands.

“Try to eat at least 4 or 5,” He pulls the box open and pulls out a sleeve of the bland crackers, and tears it open, putting one in his mouth before taking the box from you and handing you five of the crackers. He then opens a blue gatorade and places it on the bedside table. Spencer grabs another cracker and the rest of the sleeve and sets them in his lap, looking thoughtfully around the room.

“Okay… I got this.” you mutter under your breath, as you put one of the crackers to your lips, and take a bite of it. The moment it hits your tongue your stomach rolls and you feel sick. But Spencer’s kind smile as he continues to eat prints you to chew it and put another in your mouth. Following his lead, you manage to choke down four of the five crackers, before you start to feel like your chest is tight and you can’t breathe properly.

“I..I can’t.. Spence I can’t eat this last one.” You start to sob, gasping shuddering sobs.

“Hey. It’s okay, you did good, drink some of the Gatorade.” Spence reaches over you and grabs the bottle and hands it to you, your hands are shaking violently. You manage a small sip before another sob escapes.

“You did really good, I’m proud of you. I know that it’s hard.” He takes the bottle from you and places it back on the table. Then wraps his arms around you, you lean into his chest, taking a few shuddering breaths before you start to cry again.

“I feel like I should be able to eat them, but I can’t. It’s horrible. I’m sorry.”

“Hey now, don’t apologize, you’re gonna hit a few roadblocks, but the important part is that you are four, and that is an amazing things for you to do.” Spencer slid down the bed, pulling you into a lying position with him. You rest your cheek against his chest, and he runs his fingers though your hair.

“Can you read to me?” You ask, glancing up looking at the curly haired profiler, his brown eyes staring back.

“I don’t have a book with me.” He mumbles, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“We both know you don’t need a book to recite a book.”

“True, what would you like?”

“Hmmm a Christmas Carol sounds nice.”

With a hum, Spencer starts to rub your back, drawing lazy shapes across it.

“Marley was dead: to begin with. There was no doubt whatever about that…”

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Tag List

Criminal Minds: @morcialovechild @banananna99 @cynbx

Dont let me go: @itshaleighyo7 @galaxygallade @drw0301bieber @multifandom-ramblings @gothamsmarvel @neonshadowkilljoy @imaginativefanatic

[beautifclminds]

Starter Calls Masterlist

under the cut you will find links to each fandoms masterlist of starter calls. you just have to click on the characters name to go to the starter call! characters in each fandom are listed here as well, so you don’t have to peruse all the starter calls to find the person you want.

9-1-1

athena grant / bobby nash / eddie diaz / evan ‘buck’ buckley / jonah nash (oc) / maddie kendall / may grant

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner / alexandra hotchner (oc) / amelia hotchner (oc) / annabelle lamontagne (oc) / beth clemmons / brooklyn reid-morgan (oc) / carter hotchner (oc) / david rossi / derek morgan / emily prentiss / erin morgan (oc) / hadley reid (oc) / haley brooks / hank morgan / henry lamontagne / jack hotchner / jennifer jareau / michael lamontagne / nathan hotchner (oc) / penelope garcia / rylee rossi (oc) / savannah hayes-morgan / spencer reid / will lamontagne

ER

carol hathaway / doug ross / ella greene / john carter / kate ross / mark greene / rachel greene / tess ross

GIRL MEETS WORLD

cory matthews / hannah hunter (oc) / maya hart / riley matthews / shawn hunter / topanga matthews

GLEE

alayna schuester (oc) / blaine anderson / brynnlee schuester (oc) / christopher schuester (oc) / daniel schuester / dave karofsky / emma pillsbury / evan schuester (oc) / hunter clarington / isabelle schuester (oc) / kurt hummel / marley rose / rachel berry / samantha schuester (oc) / santana lopez / sebastian smythe / will schuester

HARRY POTTER

albus potter / dominique weasley / elianna malfoy (oc) / fred weasley ii / ginny weasley / harry potter / hermione granger / hugo weasley / james sirius potter / lily luna potter / louis weasley / lucy weasley / molly weasley ii / nymphadora tonks / rebecca potter (oc) / remus lupin / rose weasley / roxanne weasley / sabrina snape (oc) / scorpio malfoy / severus snape / sirius black / teddy lupin / trinity lupin (oc) / victoire weasley

HOUSE

allison cameron / eric foreman / gregory house / james wilson / jasmine house (oc) / lisa cuddy / remy hadley / robert chase

THE HUNGER GAMES

haymitch abernathy / lucilla abernathy (oc) / primrose everdeen

NCIS

brianna gibbs (oc) / leroy jethro gibbs

SCANDAL

jake ballard / kennedy grant (oc) / mellie grant

STATION 19

andy herrera / ben warren / maya bishop / ryan tanner / travis montgomery

THE WALKING DEAD

beth greene / daryl dixon / judith grimes / mackenzie jo anderson (oc) / negan / rick grimes

[angelofthebau]

can you do “You can’t cum until I say so.”, “choke me” and “can i at least shut the door before you pounce on me the minute i come through the door” with Aaron please?? thank you i love you ❤️

I love you too, angel face. Buckle up boyos, this one’s a wild, smutty ride. porn without the plot

Warnings: 18+, filthy af, language, smut, bit of fluff, dom/sub. Word Count: 2021

𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊

    The second that Y/N’s phone began to buzz on the coffee table, she was already scrambling around her apartment, attempting to hastily pull her boots on whilst pulling her coat over her arm at the same time, not wanting to waste precious seconds. She grabbed the phone, scanning the message to see how long it would be before the plane landed, and hurried out of the building, almost forgetting to lock her front door. She silently thanked one a.m for making the traffic to the FBI Headquarters so light compared with usual, and managed to make it to the floor where the BAU were stationed with five minutes to spare. Y/N grinned widely as she pushed open the glass doors, seeing the bullpen completely empty. The plane should be landing right about now: she had time for her surprise attack to go ahead as planned.

    Her feet found the route to the office she needed. She allowed herself a spare second to glance at the name plate on the door, a small smirk fluttering in the corners of her lips, before entering the office. She left everything as it was: all the lights turned off; the blinds drawn shut neatly; the papers scattered on the desk. All she had to do was to take a seat on the couch by the door and wait.

    The sound of her breath was the only thing that she heard for a few minutes, until the giving voices of the team trickled into the bullpen. Then she heard him. His voice, softly calling goodnight, as footsteps drew closer to the other side of the office door – footsteps that she recognised, that she’d learned to know over the last few months. Y/N willed herself not to giggle. The door turned and opened. A hand, illuminated by the dull light streaming in from the window, grazed against the wall. She was ready to go.

   As soon as Aaron flicked the light switch, he was engulfed in an attack – a hand pressed against the back of his neck, a warm body clasped against his chest, and lips that latched onto his hungrily. The familiar scent stopped him from panicking, he’d barely had time to process what was happening, but the well-known feeling of her was enough to make him melt completely, involuntarily bringing his arms around the culprit’s waist, smiling into the kiss as she managed to pull away a little.

    “Can I at least shut the door before you pounce on me the minute I get here?” He chuckled. Y/N brought her leg up and kicked the door shut in a quick, swift motion, turning her attention back to Aaron, allowing a small huff to escape her. A firm grip braced around her wrists and she pulled away, meeting his dark eyes.

    “Did you just kick my door?” He asked. His voice had dipped a little in pitch, turning to steel, a small air of playfulness lingering within it. The tone made a fire stream from Y/N’s stomach into her chest, excitement dancing around her.

    “Nope,” She said solemnly, popping the ‘p’, doe-eyed and innocent as she glanced to the floor.

    “Now you’re lying,”

    “Nope,”

    “I thought you would behave for me,” His grip tightened a little on Y/N’s wrists. It physically hurt her not to smirk at him, but she kept her eyes pure and her face puckered in a small pout.

    There was just something about teasing Aaron Hotchner. She knew she could be a complete brat, but her attitude was just that, constantly, whenever he was near her like this. There was just…something. Something so damn hot that she just couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t behave for him at all – she had to torment him and disobey him, to make him so riled up – even though she knew he’d fuck her just as good, without her running her mouth at him.

    “Choke me,” Y/N said, her voice crystal clear and steady, a completely different tone than the high pitched moans that he had reduced her to in the next few seconds, as his hand found the tips of her hair, wrapping it between his fingers and pulling.

    “You’re not the boss, Y/N. Behave,” His eyes were glowing, getting more and more turned on by the complete defiance that surrounded Y/N constantly. He knew exactly what she was about to say, and he waited for her to spit the words at him. He needed her to say it just as much as she needed to. It was like waving a red flag to a bull – the second that she said it, he knew he’d break and give her the force that she craved.

   “Make me,”

    Y/N always cursed at herself for saying it. She just could not help herself at all, and she knew what those words did to him. She loved it. His hand switched from the ends of her hair to her scalp, weaving as much hair as he could into the palm of his hand, pulling so hard that her head bent back slightly, a small squeak of pleasure emitting her lips as he towered over her.

    “Who’s the boss?” He asked, his voice dropping even lower and dripping in lust and tease. His slowly dragged his top teeth against her jaw line, taking his time to toy with her, not giving her enough pressure to feel as good as she wanted, but just enough for her to be reminded of what she could have if she’d just shut the fuck up. Y/N couldn’t quite find the words to answer, torn in wanting to push him even further, but so badly needing his hand stretched around her neck. He asked again, pulling her hair even harder, the pain giving her extra pleasure as she whimpered.

  “You are,” She finally whispered, giving into him, moaning in desperation as he nibbled lightly on her neck before releasing her other wrist and bringing his hand to her neck. He wrapped it around her, squeezing lightly, his chest rumbling from the small smile she let out as he choked her. The smile of winning.

  “Such a brat,” He chastised, pulling his hand away from her, knowing that he hadn’t been there long enough for her. He wound her up just as much as she did to him, knowing that she’d eventually turn into a desperate mess, a sight that made him so damn hot that he’d give into her, too.

  “Please,”

  “You always have to be bad,”

   The way he spoke to Y/N was killing her. This was the part that she constantly thought about, the part where he completely overpowered her, the part that she’d dream about whilst sat at her desk on the floor below his, pretending to be doing paperwork and praying that her wetness wouldn’t seep through her skirt. She tried to sneak her hand down towards her clit, desperately needing friction, but he caught her before she even managed to touch, his hands returning to her wrists as he forced her backwards onto the couch. He stopped to lock the door, turning back around to see her trying again, her desperation climbing. Pinning her arms back next to her head, he leaned in close to her face.

  “You can’t cum until I say so. Keep your arms there, or you won’t cum at all,”

   The sound of her frantic whining at his command made Aaron want to just fuck her senseless right then and there, but he’d learned patience when trying to tame Y/N, knowing that her urgent sobs would bring him even more satisfaction when she eventually submitted to him.

  He chose to be agonisingly slow when it came to finding his way to her, trailing his fingers down her waist, attentively dancing around every sensitive part of her skin that he’d mastered, before lightly dragging his nails on her inner thighs. Aaron watched her the whole time, relishing the look on her face as her mouth popped open every time he found a sweet spot. His thumb grazed against her clit, moving his hand to trail along her hipbone, and then grazing again, over and over until she had tears building in her eyes from sheer torturous agony. He knew it’d only be a few more seconds before she’d break.

  “Please. I’ll behave. Please. I promise, I fucking promise, I swear, I’ll behave,” Her voice came out in ragged, panting hushes, begging for him. He brought his thumb back to where she needed it, circling in a slow motion before picking up a speed that he knew would bring her on the edge, applying more pressure. With Y/N, he’d learned the tell-tale signs of when she close, and watched as she bit down on her lip, waiting for the low gasp.

  “Not yet,” He warned as the gasp spilled out of her mouth, withdrawing himself from her. She had tears running down her face.

  “Hotch, I’m begging you,” She mewled, knowing that calling him that would bring him even closer to ruining her, knowing it meant that she’d complied to him being the boss. He stood up and began removing his suit and dress-shirt, nodding at Y/N for her to remove her clothes. She ripped hers away within seconds, watching the man in front of her slowly become completely naked. He stood there for a minute, allowing his eyes to take in her body, the same way he always did.

  “And you’re going to be good now, baby?” Aaron asked. Y/N lunged forward, her fingers in her mouth, as she nodded, and began rubbing her wet hand around his cock, taking the time to leave small kisses on the tip. She heard him groan, and she opened her mouth, taking him in completely down her throat as she tasted him. Her head bobbed as she sucked, allowing small moans to break out of her mouth as he stroked the top of her head, the praise leaving her more and more turned on. He stepped backwards slightly, and Y/N released him from her lips, looking up at him with utter need.

   He pushed her down onto the floor, landing on top of her as he placed wet kisses across her chest, kneading her breast.

  “Are you okay?” He mumbled against her, and she smiled at the care, whispering an agreement as he reached his hand down to line himself up.

  He pushed in and allowed himself to fill her first, spreading her out, both groaning at the pleasure, before beginning a slow pace, taking the time to kiss her lips sweetly. She murmured his name repeatedly as he increased his pace, soon thrusting in her so fast and deep that he could barely think straight. She basked in the feeling of him, everything falling away from her as she focused her gaze on his, every vein in her body on fire. He placed his hand back to her clit, her yelps pushing him further, barely able to make words form out of his mouth as he felt his own end approaching him. He managed to bring his other hand around her neck, squeezing as much as he safely could.

    “Now,” Aaron managed to huff out, and she came, hard, his name a mantra on her lips as white clouded her vision at the same time that he spilled inside her, leaving deep sighs to hang in the air as the euphoria of their highs washed over them. He collapsed on top of her chest, leaving his cock to twitch away the ending.

      The one thing that they’d left unspoken is how much they loved the beautiful intimacy that happened straight after. The silence of their voices, the only sounds being the breaths they were trying to chase back, and the pure feeling of love and want as they lay together, skin on skin, trying to regain their reality. To Y/N, one of the best things in the world was the way he’d always lift his head slowly, a shy smile gracing his face as he kissed her damp forehead, before laying back down again, never in any rush to move.