#Greg montgomery x reader fanfiction

[hotchs-bitch]

Fluffy Feb Day 28- Comfort Sex [Greg Montgomery]

Warnings: established relationship, praise kink, some dumbification, overstimulation, oral sex (both receiving), condescending Greg, p in v sex, comfort sex but make it a little kinky because February can be very tough and I know the girlies are struggling rn (I am one of the girlies)

Pairing: Greg Montgomery x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: big love to @greg-montgomery for reading it over, and inspiring me to write this, and to @doctorstethoscope for putting on this amazing event❤️ this is the first thing I’ve written for a non CM character, so please let me know what you think! Happy fluffy feb, folks. That’s a wrap

“Hi, honey!” The predictable kiss to your cheek when Greg sets his briefcase down should make you feel better, but the smile you force makes him pause. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” The lie rolls off your tongue with ease. You’re fine. “How was your day?”

“It was Anderson’s last day, so Pete brought a few strippers into the office. Oh, and I finished up that divorce settlement that’s been dragging on.” Greg’s jacket comes off and he hangs it on the coat rack before moving toward the sofa. “My mother wants us to come over for dinner on Friday to discuss the charity luncheon. It’s for sick horses, or maybe women, I think; she either said ‘equestrian’ or ‘equality’, but the stripper music was really loud.”

“So a normal day, for you.” Your teasing falls a little flat, and he frowns as he sits down next to you on the sofa.

“I guess. Hey, what’s going on? Where’s that smile?” His coaxing doesn’t have the effect he’s looking for, you’re sure. Instead, your chin wobbles and you let out a huff of annoyance. “Talk to me. Come on.”

“Everyone’s just… everyone is an idiot,” you snap, catching yourself off-guard with the fury behind your words. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it’s just, I feel like I’m the only person at work who has a brain and knows how to use it, and I feel like I’m doing everything, and now my boss is mad at me because I’ve made a few mistakes because I’ve been doing everyone else’s job, and now we have this luncheon to worry about for your mother’s horses, and-”

“Hey.” His voice is sharp, and one hand encircles your wrist. “Just breathe. Don’t apologize to me. I want you to tell me this kind of stuff, honey, you know that. Is anything else bothering you?”

The laundry list of things that have been annoying you seems meagre when you actually have to say it out loud. “I got stuck on the way to work behind a car that didn’t use its turn signal,” you mumble. “And the diner was out of sandwiches when I went there for lunch because they didn’t make enough to last all day. It’s all dumb stuff, I’m just tired.”

“It’s not dumb. If it’s bothering you, it’s not dumb,” Greg promises. “What can I do to help? Just say the word.”

You huff again, ignoring the way his lips twitch at the sound. “I don’t know. I just feel like you and I are the only people in the world who have two brain cells to rub together, and I’m tired of it. I spend every single day thinking for everyone and fixing things they should fix, and doing things they should be doing.”

Greg puts one arm around your shoulders, pulling you in sideways. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, dragging his lips against your cheek in a long kiss. “You know what I think?”

“That I should get promoted? Or at least, get in less trouble?” You grumble, allowing him to pull you close. “Good luck with that.”

“Well, yes,” he agrees after a second. “Of course. But I can’t do that. What I can do is, I can turn your pretty little brain off for a while.”

Oh. That’s not what you were expecting to hear, but it sounds nice. “I just don’t want to think,” you mumble, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. “It’s too much.”

“I know it is, baby. Come on, it’s okay,” he soothes. One of his hands slides down your side, seamlessly unbuttoning your pants. “Can I? Let me take care of you.”

That’s the magical sentence, the key to the kingdom, and you nod in answer. Your eyes start to flutter shut when his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties, but you force yourself to keep them open so you can look at him.

“I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs again, leaning in to line your neck with kisses. “No need to think. You’re mine, remember? And I take good care of what’s mine.”

It’s true, he does, and you can already feel yourself going fuzzy around the edges when he circles your clit with one finger. “Mm…”

You feel his smile against your skin, that self-satisfied smirk he wears whenever he turns you to putty. “That’s it. Just take it, just like that. My good girl’s already getting so wet for me, so perfect.”

Greg won’t push a finger in until you’re dripping; you know that from experience. One of his fingers keeps circling your clit, and he uses his other hand to push down your shirt and bra, giving him access to thumb at your nipple.

“I’ll, I can take it off,” you offer, already thinking about sliding off your shirt and unclasping your bra, and Greg sinks his teeth into the skin of your shoulder in warning.

“I’ll take it off when I want it off,” he promises. “Stop trying so hard. You’re mine, I’m in charge here. You’re going to get what I give you, yeah? You’ve got a safeword. If you aren’t saying it, you’re taking what you get.”

“Y-yeah.” Your breath hitches through the word when he pinches your nipple, his finger rubbing you faster with more and more pressure as the seconds pass. 

His hand moves down slightly, and he groans into your ear when he swipes a finger through your folds to discover how wet you are. “That’s it. Is this turning you on, hm? You like it when I take good care of my princess?” One finger moves back to rub at your clit, lubricated with your arousal.

When he pulls his head away from your shoulder, you bury his face in his neck. It hardly muffles your moans, or your whines of, “Gonna, I need to, please,” against his skin.

“Come for me,” he coaxes. “You don’t have to ask, it’s okay. All over my hand, just like that, go ahead.”

The permission is like a release all on its own, and you moan unabashedly into him as you come, shaking and writhing against him as you grind down onto his hand. 

His finger stays steady against you, working you through your orgasm while you whimper into his neck. When he doesn’t stop playing with your clit, you pull back with a soft groan.

“Was good,” you sigh out, and Greg kisses you sweetly without his rhythm faltering. “I’m- oh, I’m good, baby, thank you.”

“Very good,” he agrees, his voice soft and husky against your lips. “I’ve got such a good girl. You can come again, good girl, I know you can.”

“Greg…” You squirm under him, pleasure mounting quickly as your first orgasm starts to build into your second without letting you come down first. 

He shushes you, kissing your neck again as you come undone on his fingers a second time, your orgasm cresting like a soft wave. “You can take it, just like that. So wet for me, sweetheart, so perfect.” The praise kisses your ears as he kisses you again, finally, blissfully withdrawing his hand as you take a deep breath.

Several deep breaths later, you start to return to yourself. The orgasms weren’t fireworks, or mind-blowing. They were good, of course, but they washed over you in a gentle wave of pleasure rather than making you cry out or making your eyes roll back in your head.

“Ready for more?” He asks with another slow kiss, and you pull back to blink at him.

“More?” You echo, and Greg chuckles at that.

Standing up off the couch, he offers you one hand and you take it. “Yes, more,” he promises, leading you toward the bedroom. “My girl hasn’t had enough yet. I want to hear you beg.”

The bed is soft beneath you when he lays you back, skimming both hands down your eyes before slowly- painfully slowly- tugging your pants and underwear down until they hit the floor. “I want to taste you,” you mumble, and he grins.

Something about sucking him off, having the most intimate part of him under your control, never fails to drive you crazy. Some days, he comes home to find you already on your knees because you crave the taste of him so badly. Although, ever since one incident where you’d nicked the head of his dick with one of your teeth, he has a new… approach.

“You think you can take it? Already, baby, but you need to be careful,” he warns. “Remember, my good girl knows how to listen. You can unzip me.”

His zipper comes down so fast that it’s almost comical, and when he gives permission you push his pants and boxers off while he discards his shirt. 

“I want it.” Your voice is breathless as you eye his hard cock, hard enough to be standing up when he lays back on the bed.

“I know you do,” he says, his voice equal parting soothing and husky. “Okay, greedy girl. You remember what to do?”

This part always frustrates you; the way he talks like you’ve never blown him before, like you’ve never had him whining for your touch. “I know,” you huff, and he wraps one hand in your hair to steady it against the back of your head.

He continues talking like he hasn’t heard you. “First, you can grip it. Stroke nice and slow, get me ready. Stick out your tongue, that’s it. Look how fast my girl is learning.”

You’re perched between his thighs, one hand gripping his hairy leg while you take his cock in your other hand and stroke it. Nice and slow, just like he said, and when you see a bead of pre-cum your tongue slides out of your open mouth of its own volition. 

“I’m ready,” you insist, and Greg twists his hand in your hair just tight enough to hurt. “I am! I’m ready, I can do it.”

“You can do it if you can follow instructions,” he corrects you. “Tap the head on your tongue, sweetheart. Let me feel that mouth.”

“Could feel more of my mouth,” you mumble, but he ‘tsk’s at that until you follow his direction.

“Not yet, I can’t,” he sighs while he watches you, sympathetic. “Now, maybe if my greedy girl weren’t a safety hazard, we could do this however you want. But for now, you’re listening to me.”

You want to complain about that, but then he’s got his free hand steadying your jaw. “Open up more,” he murmurs, and your jaw drops obediently. “Good girl. If I feel anything other than that tongue and those pretty lips, I’m going to edge you until you cry. And we don’t want that, do we?”

He uses the hand tangled in your hair to shake your head for you. “No, we don’t.” He answers his own question, then slowly pushes into your mouth. “Just like that, good girl,” he praises. “You can stroke the rest of it, for now. You feel so good, I don’t want to finish too soon.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to his instructions, bobbing your head only as much as he allows you to. Drool escapes your mouth, making the glide of your hand on his cock smoother, and you shift with excitement when you hear him sigh in pleasure.

You’re doing it. You’re being his good girl, following his instructions so perfectly, and if you could live out the rest of your days with your head between his thighs and his hands holding you in place, you surely would. It’s blissful, the familiar weight of him in your mouth, grounding you.

Time passes- how much, you can’t say- and Greg lets you get closer, take a little more of him. He even lets you suckle at his sac at one point before guiding you back up to his cock and thrusting shallowly; something he does so rarely that it feels like a reward for you when he does. He pumps into your mouth, once, twice, and you can feel him twitch against your tongue before he pulls out completely.

“Didn’t finish,” you complain, and he shuts you up by pulling you closer up on the bed with the hand in your hair and kissing you.

“I know, baby,” he soothes when you’ve broken apart, discarding your shirt and bra to the floor. “I know. But you got to taste, and now I can make my girl feel so good, can’t I?”

“Fuck me.” It’s half demand, half plea, and Greg is having none of it.

“Not yet.” He lays you back on the bed and gets between your thighs, kissing a line down your neck. When you whine with impatience, two of his fingers nudge your lips. “Suck on those, sweetheart. You can be good for a little longer.”

He’s right, you can be, so you eagerly suck the digits into your mouth as his lips caress your breasts, then your stomach, then your upper thighs while he slides down the bed. “Mm,” you protest around the fingers when you spread your legs for him, and he doesn’t immediately dive between them, instead pulling the fingers out of your mouth and tracing your nipple with saliva.

Sucking his cock has gotten you worked up again, and you’re ready for one of those mind-numbing, toe-curling orgasms that only he can give you. Luckily, he acquiesces after a long moment, wrapping his lips around your clit to suck. Hard.

His tongue pushes into you, curling and probing perfectly, and he pulls off after a minute just to murmur, “Come when you’re ready,” and then he’s back on you with fervour. When you do come, your back arches and you cry out and this time you definitely see fireworks, but he’s still not stopping. “Again,” he insists, panting into your skin as his tongue flicks against your clit and you moan.

Both of your hands are tangled in his hair by the time he pulls away, and by then you’ve got no idea how many times you’ve finished. Orgasm has blurred into orgasm, one continuous stream of pleasure that has you blinking away tears and breathing heavily when Greg comes up for air. His chin is wet, his eyes sinfully dark, and he’s still got a stupid smirk on his face, and if you could possibly come again you would probably do it just from looking at him.

“Just a few more,” he promises you, fisting his cock. It’s an angry purple, the bedsheet under him spotted with pre-cum, and you moan aloud at the idea of him enjoying eating you out so much that’s turning him on. His promise of ‘a few more’ doesn’t even register, at first. You’re drunk off the feel of his tongue, unable to form a sentence if you tried, and you need him inside you now.

“Please.” It’s a whine, and Greg grins at your needy pout while he kisses you. “Please, I need it.”

“I know you do,” he whispers. “Can you ride me? Can my princess handle that?”

You shake your head, no, you can’t handle it. Your legs are trembling and achy, you’ve come too many times, and you couldn’t move right now if you tried.

Instead of getting frustrated, Greg just chuckles while he pushes your legs back open. “No?” He teases, pressing the head of his cock against your hole. He pushes the head in slightly, then pulls it out just to hear your lewd moan at the loss. “Did I make my good girl so dumb she can’t even ride me? I’ve been so nice to you, sweetheart, and you can’t help your man out?”

Tears prick at your eyes as you nod furiously. “M sorry,” you gasp out, willing your legs to spread further for him. His thumb grazes your clit again and you flinch, overstimulated. “It’s, it’s too much, I can’t.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby.” His grin doesn’t falter as his thumb speeds up, pressing directly on the bundle of nerves until your eyes roll back and your back arches off the bed. “I’ll forgive you if you can come again, how’s that sound?”

It sounds impossible, but the way he’s giving you no reprieve is starting to make you shake under him all over again. “Can’t, I can’t, please!”

“I think you can.” He presses his cock into you again, hardly an inch. “You love it when I do this, you love being my dumb baby. You beg for it. Soak my cock, get it nice and wet so I can fuck you.”

Your whimper almost breaks the sound barrier, you swear. Greg’s thumb doesn’t slow down or break the rhythm at all when you try to squirm away, and he pins you down with one hand on your abdomen. “Please, please, please, please!”

It’s hard to tell what you’re begging for now, but he doesn’t care. His tongue pokes out in concentration, staring down at your pussy as you clench around the head of his cock. When his eyes dart up, connecting with yours, you shatter.

It’s like falling off a skyscraper, becoming a firework, a train of pleasure colliding with your body as you howl. Words escape you and your mouth falls open in a silent scream when he finally, blissfully, pushes in the rest of the way. You can’t focus on him or the way he cups your cheek or the words he mumbles, you can’t focus on anything except the slick drag of his cock inside you.

“Knew you could do it,” he pants, squeezing your jaw a little. “So pretty when you come for me, baby.”

“Greg, Greg, Greg-” You’re gasping out his name with each punctuated thrust, the only word in your brain now. You can’t even remember your own name, you’re so fuzzy.

“Did I get my girl all stupid?” He croons, grinning down at you with that sinisterly innocent smile. “Oh, I did. Look at those pretty eyes. All glazed over, not a single thought in there. You like my cock that much, princess? Hm?”

“Mhm, mm,” you moan behind closed lips, and you hear his chuckle.

“I thought so. You like it when I treat you good? When I rub that clit until you can’t breathe?” Your sharp inhale follows the sound of him spitting onto his hand, reaching down to roll circles around the swollen bud. “I know you need it, baby, you can do it.”

There are tears streaming down your face now, and you hardly know when they started. You’re too overwhelmed with pleasure, you can hardly stand it, you don’t know how much longer you can go. You don’t want to stop, that’s the only thing you know. He’s in charge, like he always tells you. He knows best, you’re his dumb baby, and you can take whatever he gives you, you can.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos when you don’t try to argue. “Just like that. I’m thinking for you, remember? You’re all mine. You’re going to let me keep playing with this pretty pussy, aren’t you?”

Swallowing a sob, you can only nod as he kisses you again. You let him invade your mouth as you grip his back, leaving scratches that are sure to burn but he only hisses in pleasure. You’re being so good that you’re almost dizzy with the thought of it, so good for him, he’s mumbling into your mouth that you’re so fucking perfect and it makes you shudder in pleasure. 

It can’t be possible for your body to come again, but it also shouldn’t be possible for one man to be so perfect, and you think that Greg can find a way to do anything. When you start to feel that familiar twist in your belly you whine, and he pulls his hand away, and you don’t know if you’re disappointed or relieved.

“Can I come?” He asks, breathless, just what you’ve been waiting for, and he places his hand on your stomach. “Right here, can I fill you up?”

The sigh of relief he lets out when you nod is orgasmic in its own right. He thrusts again, once, twice more, and then you can feel him flooding your insides like he promised, filling you up with him. “Good girl,” he gasps out as he ruts through it, crushing his lips to yours as you kiss back hazily, messily.

Instead of collapsing on the bed when he pulls out, he immediately moves back down your body and mouths at your hip. “I’m gonna clean you up,” he says, gazing up at you as his lips trail lower and he sucks a mark on your inner thigh. “One more, on my tongue. My good girl can do it.”

Truthfully, you don’t know if you can. You feel weighed down, boneless, and the idea of ever coming again sounds impossible. But you’re good for him, you’re his good girl, you’re his, so you just nod. 

“Eyes on me,” he whispers, and he keeps his gaze locked on you as- fuck, as his tongue pushes inside you and curls, lapping up the taste of himself before it can leak out of you. Greg moans against you, into you, and as soon as you can feel your arms again you place one hand in his hair. It’s damp with sweat, the locks sliding through your fingers, and when you tangle your fingers in it to keep a grip on him he only licks harder.

Your hips rock up off the bed to meet his mouth, and his nose bumps against your clit as he tries to get even closer to you. Once he’s satisfied with cleaning his cum out of you he pulls back, still holding eye contact with you, and you see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.

You must have died, several orgasms ago. This must be heaven.

Greg latches back onto your clit in a frenzy, sucking hard as he rolls his tongue over the bud, and a fresh stream of tears escapes you when you sob, yanking his hair hard, chanting yes, yes, yes, and please, Greg, fuck, as you come undone on his tongue like you have so many times tonight.

His tongue laves over you as you come down, an unspoken apology to your overused pussy, and he pulls away after you whine softly. Your hands release his hair and he moves up the bed, kissing you gingerly.

This might be your favourite part; lying in his arms in the afterglow, with no need to do or say or think. “Hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs once you’ve settled into him. “You did so well for me. How’s my best girl doing?”

Words haven’t returned to you yet; maybe they never will. When he wraps one arm around your shoulders, you roll over on your side to nestle your head in your favourite spot between his jaw and his collarbone and hum with contentment.

“So perfect,” he praises, and you turn your face into the crook of his neck. He loves to praise you, especially afterwards, and you both know how badly you want- no, need- to hear it, but it still gets you embarrassed sometimes. “You took me so well, sweet girl. I’m so proud of you.”

“Sorry.” Your voice is raspy, your throat dry, and your words are muffled against him. “Couldn’t ride you, Greg. ‘M sorry.”

“Hey,” he pulls back just enough to kiss the side of your head, “No apologizing. You could never let me down, angel. You’re so perfect for me, all the time.” When you relax back against him, he continues speaking, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “Honestly, after all that, I’ll be impressed if you can even walk.”

There might be a challenge in his tone, or maybe you’re just imagining it, because when you hmph indignantly he lets out a tranquil sigh and starts stroking soothing lines down your back with the hand wrapped around you. “Alright, sweetheart, let’s not find out tonight. You deserve some rest. Do you need anything else?”

After a moment, you inhale deeply. You’re surrounded by the scent and feel and voice of the man you love. The taste of him is still in your mouth, and you’ve got a perfectly-captured image in your mind’s eye of the beautiful smile he gave you before he kissed you. You’ve got everything you need, and you shake your head to tell him that.

“Alright. You’ll let me know if you need anything, okay?” He waits for you to nod. “I love you.”

“Love you more,” you mumble. You want to hear more of him, you want him to speak until his is the only voice you recognize, so you ask the only thing you can think of short of asking him to read you the dictionary. “How was your day?”

A smile pulls at his lips, and you can see it in your head when you feel his jaw shift above you. It’s that lopsided smile that always makes you want to kiss him silly, you just know it is. “It was good. It was Anderson’s last day, and we had a party. How was your day, princess?”

You sigh against his skin, relaxing into his embrace like it’s a warm cloud you could sink into and never emerge from. “It was perfect.”

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[ssahotchnerr]

writings! part two of my masterlist <3

part one -> here

* - contains explicit sexual content minors dni

✽ - suggestive content

aaron hotchner <3

we’ll be okay

collisions

sunscreen

let it out

personal heating pad

kisses at 3 am

friendly competition

newest addition

to your rescue

all thanks to you

thoughtfulness

finishing touches *

dozing off

gentle reminders

the horrors of math

calling bullshit

according to plan ✽

monsters

keep the light on

dad’s way

routine and a tease ✽

makeshift

soak it in

unconditional

enough

unwilling to part

perfect pair

simultaneously

celebrated

cooking up trouble ✽

unreservedly

everything

new traditions

baby steps

bittersweet remarks

distractions ✽

hidden efforts

when easy isn’t easy

something special

making spirits bright

lovestruck and eggnog ✽

well worth it

uncharted territory

making memories

personalized

something exhilarating

too married

imaginary

take the bench

like dad does

public displays of affection ✽

the parentals

off guard ✽

stay with me

not so friendly competition

the one

priorities

speculation

my hero

stains

sleep deprived

brad’s back

it’s a date

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girl dad!aaron content can be found in my #ellie hotchner <3 tag!!!

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nothing yet!

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[thisgirlisonfayeeer]

Thomas Gibson + sports 🥵

bonus: football flamingo

#i love myself a sporty man 😌 #drooling over that soccer pic 🤤 #also that skiing pic 🥵🥵🥵 #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner #greg montgomery #criminal minds #dharma and greg #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotch hotchner

[hasu-ko]

His little 90's hair UwU

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[perpetuallyconfused10]

what if I wrote a sneaky long-ish? raising walon (2004) style fic but with Aaron or Greg?? like I’m picturing them and reader unexpectedly acquiring a child and learning how to be coparents for the first time? i’m talking a slow burn, potentially enemies to lovers/fake dating but I DONT KNOW GUYS I DONT KNOW

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[ssaaaronmontgomery]

can you write something about greg helping somebody through having their friends turn on them? i’m feeling so alone right now and everyone’s twisting my words against me and I just feel ostracised. i thought I could trust these people but maybe I can only trust greg

Twisted Words

Warnings: Mentions of fake friends, crying on Greg, Greg being a sweet baby angel as always, not proofread, I think that's all.

Word count: 731

Pairing: Greg Montgomery x gn!reader

A/n: Yes my love🩷. I'm so sorry for what's going on and I hope things get better and of course you'd always be able to trust Greggie boy<3🥺🫶. I'm so sorry that I took so long to finish this! I hope you see it now and that it provides some comfort even if it's a bit late<3.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @cr1minalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh

Everything you said was turned around on you. Twisted from their original meaning to mean something else. It hurt. They were supposed to be your friends and they hurt you. You thought you could trust them but it turns out you couldn't.

Greg had found you crying and he didn't know what to do other than just hold you and rub soothing circles on your back. He didn't know how to help you because you haven't told him what was wrong yet. His mind is running through every possible reason that would have you sobbing on the couch when he walked through the door and it was coming up with some horrible things. He can't help it though. He wants to ask again about what happened but he knows you need time to just cry on him first.

"I'm right here, Honey. Whenever you're ready to talk I'll listen. I'm here for you." His voice is softer than ever. He places a kiss on your forehead and continues rubbing your back to comfort you.

After a little while you are able to calm down enough. No longer sobbing into Greg's shirt and instead letting soft sniffles escape you. When you turn your head to look at him he meets your gaze with his soft and concerned one. Gently, he wipes away the tears still streaming down your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your nose.

"Greg, they hurt me." Your voice is hoarse and small but he hears it. More concern flashes across his face.

"Who hurt you? What did they do?" You can hear his protective side coming out in his previously softer voice.

"My friends. Well, they're not really my friends anymore. If they ever were in the first place. They twisted my words around. I thought I could trust them. I thought they were good people that I had a bond with. But I guess I was wrong." You look down at your hands as you start to fiddle with your fingers.

Greg's expression has confusion and sympathy written all over it. Confusion because he doesn't know why anyone would do something like that to you. His eyes are sad and the frown on his face deepens more. He brings his hand up to brush a few strands of hair away from your face and then cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb over it.

"Honey, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that. If they hurt you they don't deserve to have you in their lives. You're too wonderful to have friends that don't treat you as well as you treat them. Do you want to tell me what was said?" His words are comforting and gentle. They always are though.

You shake your head no and he nods in understanding before placing another kiss on your crown.

"Okay. That's fine, sweetheart. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to or if you're not ready. If you change your mind I'll still be right here. Okay?" He uses the hand on your cheek to turn your head carefully to look at him again. You nod and he pulls you into his arms tighter now. Moving your legs to lay across his lap as you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'll always be here for you, y/n. I love you and I will do anything I can to help you." He squeezes you a little as he speaks.

"I love you too, Greg." You sniffle again and your voice is still small. He only holds you tighter somehow. Trying to pull you closer even if it's almost impossible. He presses many soft loving kisses to your head. Wrapping you up in his arms is something that he knows will always help to some extent. It helps you of course but it also helps him because he knows you are there with him and safe with him. He knows he can at least provide some comfort to you this way.

He's always been there for you. You've always been able to trust him. You've always been able to count on Greg. He has never done anything to make you think or feel differently. You know just from this that he never will. He's your big love bear that just wants to keep you happy and safe and he always does a good job at it.

#anon🩶 #greg montgomery x reader #greg montgomery x gn!reader #greg montgomery x gender neutral reader #greg montgomery #greg montgomery x you #greg montgomery x y/n #dharma and greg #dharma & greg #greg montgomery fluff #greg montgomery comfort #greg montgomery fanfiction #mon answers 🩷

[spacecowboyhotch]

thank you @ivystoryweaver & @soft-girl-musings for the tag in fic authors self rec. rules: when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

1. In Plain Sight (nathan bateman x reader)

2. Ambrosial (din djarin x black!reader)

3. Personal Issue (santi x reader)

4. Not Enough (marc spector x reader)

5. Sweet Nothing: The Morning (joel miller x reader)

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#tag game

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→ who i will write for: steve harrington, eddie munson, billy hargrove, jonathan byers (i may branch out in the future, these are just the ones i feel comfortable and confident writing right now!)

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[fictionismyoxygen-blog]

hello, everyone!

if you've read my embarrassingly awkward introduction post, you will have come to gather that i am a struggling fangirl with a desperate need for fanfiction. and, well, seeing as i've read most of it, i've decided to make the brave idiotic jump from fanfic reader to fanfic writer. god help us all.

in leu of that decision, i thought it would be useful for my nonexistent followers to have a list of the fandoms and characters that i write for, plus a list of guidelines for requests.

here we go!

fandoms and characters

the avengers universe : tony stark, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, ,, clint barton, loki, sam wilson, wanda maximoff, peter parker, vision, t'challa udaku, erik killmonger, bucky barnes, carol danvers, maria hill, shuri udaku, peter quill, gamora, nebula, drax, mantis, steven strange, scott lang, hope van dyne, valkyrie (brunnhilde), peggy carter (1940's).

the x - men universe : wolverine, professor x, beast, storm, jean gray, cyclops, quicksilver, mystique, magneto

shadowhunters : clary fairchild, jace wayland, alec lightwood, isabelle lightwood, magnus bane, simon lewis, raphael santiago

the 100 : clarke griffin, bellamy blake, octavia blake, john murphy,

divergent : tris, four, peter, christine, eric

the hunger games : katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, gale hawthorn, finnick odair, johanna mason

teen wolf : scott mccall, stiles stilinksi, liam dunbar, allison argent, lydia martin, malia tate, derek hale, brett talbot, kira yukimura, theo raeken

pretty little liars : aria montgomery, hanna martin, spencer hastings, emily fields, alison dilaurentis, jason dilaurentis, mike montgomery, noel kahn

titans (netflix, 2019) : dick grayson, starfire, beast boy, jason todd

riverdale : archie andrews, jughead jones, betty cooper, veronica lodge, cheryl blossom, toni topaz, sweet pea, fangs fogarty, reggie mantle

the chilling adventures of sabrina : sabrina spellman, ambrose spellman, harvey kinkle, nicholas scratch, the weird sisters (prudence, agatha and dorcas)

hp: the golden trio era : harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, draco malfoy, ginny weasley, luna lovegood, george weasley, fred weasley, oliver wood

hp: the marauders era : james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans

peaky blinders : tommy shelby, michael gray, john shelby, ada thorne, arthur shelby, isaih jesus

shameless u.s : fiona gallagher, lip gallagher, ian gallagher, mickey milkovich, mandy milkovich

sherlock bbc : sherlock holmes, john watson

merlin bbc : merlin, arthur pendragon, guinevere, morgana

game of thrones : daeneys targaryen, jon snow, sansa stark, robb stark, theon greyjoy, jaime lannister

the maze runner : thomas, minho, newt, gally

chicago med : will halstead, connor rhodes, natalie manning

chicago fire : kelly severide, matt casey, brian otis, jimmy borreli, sylvie brett, gabby dawson, stella kidd

chicago pd : jay halstead, erin lindsay, adam ruzek, kevin atwater, kim burgess, antonio dawson, hailey upton, greg gerwitz

criminal minds : spencer reid, derek morgan, jennifer jareau, penelople garcia, luke alvarez, emily prentiss

percy jackson and the olympians : percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, nico di angelo, thalia grace, rachael elizabeth dare

heroes of olympus : jason grace, piper mcclean, leo valdez, hazel levesque, frank zhang, reyna arellano

attack on titan : eren, mikasa, armin, levi

brooklyn nine - nine : jake peralta, amy santiago, rosa diaz

justice league : superman, batman, wonder woman, the flash, cyborg, aquaman

gotham : bruce wayne, jim gordon, barbara kean, selina kyle, jerome valeska, edward nygma, oswald cobblepot

the hobbit / lord of the rings : bilbo baggins, thorin oakenshield, aragorn, legolas, thranduil, fili, kili, frodo baggins

suicide squad : deadshot, harley quinn, captain boomerang, el diablo, rick flag, the enchantress

no doubt that this list will continue to grow, so if you don't see a favourite character or fandom of yours here, there is every possibility that it will be there at some point in time.

until next time!

xoxo

fictionismyoxygen

[ssahotchnerr]

how would greg and aaron react when they have an s/o who loves cooking and making meals for them? like when they boys come home and say they already ate somewhere else with their co workers they get so :( because theyre like but :( i cooked for you :( wanted to sit on your lap :( and feed you food :(

cw: mentions of food

i feel like aaron & greg would have similar reactions;

when they admit they already ate they would feel awful :(( especially when your expression falls :(((

like here you were, all excited because you found a new recipe you were so eager for them to try and you were literally counting down the minutes for their arrival home to surprise them. so when you learn they've already eaten, you're disappointed, but it's not that big of a deal. it's no one's fault, just a bit of miscommunication, it happens !!! they'll definitely apologize of course :((( "baby, i had no idea" and they're pulling you into their arms and refusing to let go because they feel so. bad. :((( at least on the bright side, you get plenty of apology cuddles and kisses :)))

and because they're themselves 🥺🫶🏻 they'll sit with you at the table while you eat. the two of you fall into easy conversation; about your days, whatever, all while aaron/greg are stealing bites from your plate >:) <3 however, that makes them feel a bit worse they can't enjoy it completely. :( their own expression falls at the thought and you notice, prompting you to grab onto their hand, rubbing your thumb along their palm gently insisting it's okay, you can always make this recipe another day. you also give a reassuring smooch if they don't wipe that solemn look off their face 🥺 <3 and, you remind them that there's always leftovers :D which is absolutely their lunch tomorrow <33333 also, aaron/greg insists on being on dish duty that night since you went through the trouble

after this whole ordeal, coordinating meals becomes a frequent occurrence hehe <3 you provide awareness if you find a recipe and when you plan to make it, while aaron and greg let you know if they've made dinner plans.

pleaseeee just sitting on their lap and feeding them <3 candlelit dinners 🥰 ughhshs kisses in between bites 😣 all while they're profusely complimenting you on how amazing your cooking is <33333 🫶🏻

#i hope this doesn't sound weird since i combined the two ??? #oh well i'm sure y'all get what i'm saying 🫶🏻 i hope #aaron hotchner #greg montgomery #aaron hotchner x reader #greg montgomery x reader #criminal minds #dharma and greg #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner imagines

[ssahotchnerr]

omg i just had a thought!!!! what if instead of aaron/greg spoiling you, you spoil them!!! taking them out for haircuts. washing/gasing their cars. buying them new suits/ties/cuff links or whatever. or buying them hot casual wear. maybe also buying them a little trinket/jewelry to remind them of you. then at the end of the day you cook/buy dinner and sit on their lap and feed them while kissing them sosososo many times!! 🥹🥹🥹

THAT'S SIMPLY ADORABLE AHHHHH

cw; mention of food, a bit of angst with greg?

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with aaron, one saturday morning you force him out of bed bright and early. he's all ??? mumbling into his pillow, what are you doing? and you insist that that day, is 🥰 aaron day 🥰 he lifts his head off his pillow, his hair all messy and gives you a sleepy smile. "what?" he'll ask, and you respond by throwing a pair clothes at him and telling him to get ready >:) you spend the entire day spoiling him, because he is home and not away and you will shower him with all the love and affection he deserves before another case takes him away :( it's a little hard to surprise him with little things on the daily, because of his schedule, so that's why you invented aaron days 🥰 you'll buy him so many ties and dress shirts, treat him to a haircut (you love when his hair is shorter on the sides but a bit longer up front <3), one time in the past you've also talked him into getting a mani/pedi hehe <3 so you'll treat him to that as well <33. and that rolex he wears everyday!!! you splurged and got him a new one with an engraving of your name on it, maybe even your anniversary date, just anything personable to the two of you <3 he was astounded when you gave it to him, he even got a little teary eyed too from your generosity and love for him 🥹 and with the engraving, it's like you're constantly with him in the field; you also like to think you're helping keeping him safe somehow :( and aaron days always end with you cooking his favorite food for him, and AH he loves when you sit on his lap and feed him 🥰 it just makes him feel so loved and taken care of 🥰 and the amount of kisses you give him!!!! enough to last him a lifetime and more <3 and you'll never stop supplying them ever <3

omg the way greg would just melt at the tiniest lil things you do for him. you'll steal his car from his office's parking lot to get its oil changed, cleaned inside and out, and he appreciates that so much because it saves him so much time🥹 plus he can tend to get a bit flustered when things are hectic in life, so you always help ease the stress however you can. you'll help him highlight case findings, distract and encourage him if his parents aren't being very supportive, and shower him with kisses and cuddles on a hard day :( little things like that, he considers as you spoiling him; you don't need to, but choose to 🥺 and comparable to you, his whole wardrobe is things you've bought for him 🥰 omg he has a lucky suit!!!! that he insists it's lucky because you're the one that bought it for him, so he wears it to all his lawyer duties and it has a very impressive streak of wins <3 🥰 as for lil jewlery pieces, he has a lil necklace he wears under his button ups/shirts that has the first letter of your name 🥰 he loves wearing it, because it's a constant reminder of you, and it's close to his heart which is perfect because you own his <3 and AH he loves when you cook for him!!!!!!! he loves coming up behind you when he sees you cooking, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his neck on your shoulder to watch 🥺 <333 he's just a sucker for all lil domestic moments of affection full of intention and things that come naturally as well, especially since he never saw anything similar coming from his parents growing up 🥺 he wants a perfect life with you, one that's solely full of the two of you expressing your love for each other. so when you spoil him, he appreciates it more than you know 🥹

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