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mcondance · 1 month

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i won’t even lie, i’d be the office 🐱 idc. reid, hotch, and morgan could take alllllll of that stress out on me idccccc

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MDNI; reader’s outfit is referred to as “distracting” | no morgan included cause i don’t wanna fuck him oops | reader can be fucked against a wall

hotch comes in fuming. locks eyes with you and all it takes is him yanking at his tie and a nod towards the room where it always happens.

or, spencer’s irritated and frustrated cause he can’t figure the case out. wracking his brain for any piece of knowledge that could help him. he’s tired and aggravated, and as he leans back in his chair, taking in the office, there you are. pants tight enough to distract even wonder boy, and shirt clinging to your gracious body.

hotch beckons you into a back room, somewhere far away from the blood and carnage that has driven him into your arms, in between your legs and inside you while you sit on a forgotten desk, spread for him to fuel his frustration into something. something good.

you cry and you whine and you sob, and it hurts but it feels just how you need it to, hotch gives it to you just how you like it. the sounds you give him are confused, don’t know whether they want to be sobs of pain or cries of pleasure and at this point, who gives a damn.

you use his first name, unusual and reserved, choking out “aa-” and just barely reaching the rest because he’s reached that spot inside you, and if he can’t solve the case, then he damn sure can make you feel good and make himself feel good too.

spencer’s an office fuck. he needs you on top of him, thighs wet and braced on either side of his legs, chair backed up against the wall so it doesn’t buckle under the force of you and spencer’s ruts and grinds and fucks.

you fuck the frustration out of him, have him choked up and slipping on his words like only you can. head thrown back with you speaking praises and promises in his ear, he’s grateful to have you around whenever he needs to blow off some steam. or, when he needs you to blow it off for him.

he’s cried, let his anger roll down his red face and drop down onto his button-up. other times, when he feels like everyone has everything together except him, he handles you differently.

still frustrated, he’s got you pinned against the wall before you can speak his name. he’s desperate and upset, and he fucks like it. ruts into you and screws you like he’s not the skinniest guy you’ve ever seen.

“stress relief” is what they call you. they’ve got too much love and admiration for you to call you anything else.

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paisholotus · 10 months

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Aesthetics

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thebaileybugle · 1 year

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I Hate You

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x woc!reader

Warning(s): All around fluff, light teasing from reader, reader has curly hair and a darker skin tone, second half doesn’t contains just dialogue

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written for our beloved.

You were getting yours and Aaron’s daughter ready to go to pre-school when you felt the presence of your very… intrigued husband that was leaning over your shoulder.

"Mr. Hotchner?” He hummed in acknowledgment as he continued watching me do Y/D/N’s curly jet black hair.

“Ma’am?”

“I can feel your breath on my neck, why are you spying on me and our daughter." Aaron huffed out a low chuckle. He pecked the side of your neck and moved to lean on the counter next to you.

"I'm not spying... im observing." He claimed scratching the back of his neck.

"Uh-huh, observing what?" You asked your inquisitive husband without looking up from your daughter’s hair. She cooed up at her father with a smile identical to his and her brother’s.

"...The love of my life doing the hair of the littlest love of my life."

"See, that so sweet especially since I know what you're in here for." Finally done with her hair, you retract your hand and let them rest at your sides.

"What do you mean- and you little miss, why are you all giggly." Y/D/N wiggled in her spot in the sink. Aaron leant down and bumped their nose, the cute interaction left you in awe of how amazing of a father Aaron was.

"Daddy wants to learn how to do my hair mommy!" She yelled with a squeal when Aaron lifted her from the sink and onto the floor, her legs kicking in the air.

"I know he does baby. Daddy gets all jealous that mommy does it every time, dont you daddy?" With a grin you tugged Aaron down to meet your lips in a short, sweet kiss.

"I hate you." You heard him grumble when you pulled apart, the both of you choosing to ignore the highly pitched ‘eww’ your daughter let out as she scampered away to her room.

"Sure, baby."

......

"Aar?"

"Hm."

"You look like a kicked puppy, baby whats wrong?"

"Can you please teach me how to do yours and our little bug's hair? I don't wanna keep going to your mom's just for her to do her hair- don't get wrong, I love going over there, she always welcomes us with love but, I really wanna l-"

"Sorry baby, you kept going and I wanted to get something in."

"Sorry. "

"Don't you ever apologize for that, Aar. Of course ill teach you, I knew it would only be a matter of time before you asked."

"Thank you, baby, I appreciate this a lot, I love you."

"My pleasure Mr. Hotchner. I love you too. Now!Let's get to bed so you won’t be extra grump hotch tomorrow."

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ameliora-j · 1 year

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Good morning 🥰 Hotch HC: he now prefers the black owned barber shops. His GF's cousin is the one who does it and when they met, he roasted him for his haircut (in a joking manner of course) Hotch challenged him to do it better and of course he did, so now Hotch goes there all the time. The first time he went, they could tell he was some kind of law enforcement so they didn't say much while he was there, but they ended up warming up to him. (But look at this fade 😭😭😭)

telling him “babe, i can’t walk around with you with that haircut. my ancestors are rollin in their grave right now”

you give him your cousins info and he walks in so shyly

your cousin eyes him suspiciously the first time

warns everyone he’s a fed before he comes in

as time goes on he keeps going there

cus he likes the vibes and likes the way your cousin cuts his hair

they start playfully roasting him w fed jokes

he doesn’t even bat an eye when they start talking about smoking weed and other illegal stuff

“unless i read you your rights, these are all hypotheticals to me”

one day your cousin is messing with him the whole time

“careful guys don’t upset the fed”

“this is the fed that’s so whipped for my baby cousin he won’t arrest me”

“long as we don’t tell him about that body we hid we’re okay”

and hotch just

“do i need to read you your rights, *cousin’s name*?”

and once he starts roasting them back,, your cousin texts you

“tell the fed welcome to the family, cuz”

#fanmail 💌#aaron hotchner x black reader #aaron hotchner #nani.headcanons #black!reader

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thirstnotes · 1 year

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| Separation |

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x AFABCurvyBlackReader

Warnings: smut minors DNI, thirst, hidden kinks, torn Hotch, emotional cheating, cheating, unaware reader, jealousy, childless Hotch and Hayley

If you don't like it, don't read it

“Mmmhello tall, dark and broody,” you groaned, melting into his grip as he stepped into the shower behind you. He smirked, kissing your wet hot neck, humming happily in replies to your needy groans. The steam was doing wonders for his muscle tension, but having you in his arms, your curvy ass brushing against his already stiff cock… It was magnificent.

“I wanna talk to you about something,” he purred against your skin, hands snaking to brush your pussy. You smoothly intercepted and weaved your fingers between his. He paused. “Have you already touched yourself?”

“Maybe,” you sheepishly admitted, feeling him break his grip and snake his hands to your crotch once again, stroking your hypersensitive clit. Your body naturally recoiled and jerked against the sensation and you whined out a laugh.

“You couldn’t even wait for me,” he smirked, rubbing small circles and stealing your breath away. You were loving it, your head falling against his shoulder and your hand finding his nape. Out of nowhere, however he heard the faint thud of the door being kicked closed and keys being thrown to the table.

“Aaron! I’m home!”

His eyes cracked open and he groaned, wiping his face. He was still in his suit from an all-nighter at the BAU, sprawled across the sofa with his hand resting against his forehead. He groaned as the familiar tight pain of sleeping in an uncomfortable place caught up with him. Not to mention the tightening in his boxers and slacks from the shameful dream he was just having. Hayley rounded the sofa and looked down at him.

“Did you even attempt to get to bed?” she asked with a half smirk.

“Long night. I thought I was just resting my eyes, but-“

“Buuuut you fell asleep. As usual,” Hayley heaved in a detached tone, shaking her head.

“I’ll grab a shower,” he said, feeling a pang of guilt when his sleepy fogged cleared and a flash of his dream passed his thoughts. Hayley’s phone buzzed in her purse, as he noted it had many times before, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look at her.

She waited for him to go upstairs before the buzzing stopped, her hushed tone confirming what he’d already theorized was happening in the first place.

His cock sprang from his boxers the minute he tugged them down. He was still stiff and ready, painfully steeled for a woman that was not his wife and he was mildly ashamed. Although Hayley wasn’t at all faithful to him, he liked to believe he would at least stay faithful to her until the end. The hot water massaged him, taunting him with the phantom sensations of your warm body just beyond his touch. He ran water over his face and exhaled roughly.

He didn’t even remember his hand descending to his dick. Yet there he was, stroking it in a rough grip, his other hand braced against the wall as he did so. He tried to remember all the times Hayley was sexy, the tight little red dress that she wore a few date nights back that was little more than a torn memory that night when he took her to bed.

The way she unraveled beneath him when he rolled his hips into hers.

Something. Anything.

Nothing seemed to help him. It was all faded and stale. He heard Hayley’s voice faintly through the door and the only thing he felt was his anger rising once more. He wasn’t certain when it happened, but his wife was no longer his wife. Perhaps his mind unconsciously knew that. After all, it was around the time he suspected something was up that he’d started having those dreams in the first place.

His dream about you were much more real. One in a series of many that he’d been having lately. All usually at his home. All usually when Hayley was out. But she was always close to catching you. He wondered what would happen if she did catch you. To see you sprawled beneath him, your leg hooked in his arm as he plowed you in their marital bed.

The look of total shock and lust-filled jealousy on her face as he didn’t stop, but instead kept his eyes on her as his hips smacked against yours. The helpless, whimpering cries of you beneath him, not even able to register her at the door, arching your back as you came on him for the third or fourth time.

A small groan left his lips and he pumped faster, fantasizing about you arching your back like that beneath him. Your breasts smashed against his chest, pussy clenching around him and milking him for all he had. He spilled greedily on the floor of the shower, head spinning, his thoughts a fog. He huffed a few times, gently massaging the rest of the way. Pumping the last few remnants of lust out before properly washing himself for the day.

Truthfully, he would never do that to you. Nor Hayley, no matter how angry she made him. Hayley had made her choice and he certainly was not one to stop her, no matter how much he loved her. Most of his shame came from his lusty thoughts of you.

He’d never make you a sexual pawn in the jealousy game, he knew that. He cared about you tremendously more, but, Hayley or no, there was something about sneaking around with you that made his cock twitch. You were nothing like him. Vivid, witty, stubborn, passionate, alive in every sense of the word. He never really explored his own kinks properly, but something in him just wanted to tie you down and fuck you until you couldn’t move. It was honestly primal.

“Hotch? Sir, are you okay?” you asked, knocking on the door. He jumped and cleared his throat. He hadn’t even realized he’d dozed off.

“Yes,” he said, a little disoriented to be seeing you right there, in the flesh. His eyes darted to his desk where unfinished paperwork laid, and nodded, “Just a little sleepy.”

“I believe that,” you joked with a quiet laugh, stretching your back a bit, “To be honest, my back still aches. That was a long night-”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to finish this before we get another case,” he said abruptly and you blinked with an apologetic gasp.

“Oh! Of course! Right. Sorry!” you sputtered while backing through the doorframe. You intercepted Rossi and uttered something about him being grouchy, and you were gone. Dave noticed the signs and decided against trying to talk, but still passed his door with a tentatively raised brow.

Once he was gone, Hotch sat back and took a deep breath, smoothing his hands over his face. His eyes glanced over the partition of his office window to the main area, where he spotted your eyes darting back down to the conversation you were having with Emily and Reid. You were concerned, of course, and he felt bad for snapping at you like he did. But he was at a loss for what to do with himself.

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thatboisus · 3 months

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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

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natti-ice · 1 month

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18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

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bethsvrse · 1 month

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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

#I hate daddy kinks sm #I wanna start a petition to ban daddy kinks #joel miller x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #sirius black x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #jim hopper x reader #derek hale x reader #steve rogers x reader #remus lupin x reader #steve harrington x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

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inkdrinkerworld · 11 months

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aaron seeing reader in one of his old law school shirts and he’s like yeah this is heaven

all the air releases from his lungs as he comes home to find you lounging on the couch in his harvard hoodie.

“you’re back early,” you say, eyes shining with love as he makes his way to you immediately.

“mhm, as bad as it may sound, we had an easy case to solve today.”

aaron smushes his lips to your forehead before laying in your lap- trying for covertness but his hands tugging on the soft cotton gives him away.

“can i help you?” a giggle takes over your voice as your boyfriend’s hands climb up your torso.

“you’re wearing my shirt,” he says, a dreamy tone to his voice as he blinks up at you. “or rather, my hoodie.”

you nod, “i ran out of shirts,” you were on day number ten at his house and you’d only packed for a week. “stole the comfiest looking one.”

he places a kiss to your stomach, “you look good in it,” a second passes. “better than good actually.”

your belly heats up from his affection and you risk a small flick of his nose as you say rather bashfully, “stop.”

her only laughs, kissing your palm before pressing it to his cheek. “come to bed, honey. we can finally have an early night.”

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siriusly-parker · 2 years

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me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??

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mcondance · 1 month

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office pussy!reader asking hotch to come over and help build some new furniture only to get fucked on said new furniture ??

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MDNI 18+ not much expansion on my Thing abt him being a Man cause i have plans that i cannot share with you all at this time | reader is shorter than hotch

it’s not like it’s out of the question. you and hotch in a space together, you in a little pair of shorts and a little tee, him in his second uniform as you call it, a red polo and some cargos.

fucking isn’t out of the question when you’re alone with him. it doesn’t always happen. but there’s the times it does.

you’d asked him earlier if he could swing by after work to put a little vanity together, telling him that you could, but you know he’d get it done much faster.

his hands work diligently, eyes flitting between the pieces in his hand and the instructions on the floor.

and he looks. . god he looks good. he’s doing this for you, stationed on the ottoman at the end of you bed, focused, eyebrows furrowed, muscles tightening and loosening as he works. you bring him juice and snacks, flirting just a little as you feed them to him with a knowing little glint in your eyes.

he knows what you’re doing. but he’s as much of a worker as he is a player. he’s got to work now.

and as he places the finishing touches on the vanity and places it where you ask, he can play now.

play.

his hands find your waist between that little shirt and shorts, lips moving against yours like he’s hungry for you. he’s always hungry for you.

your arms are thrown over his shoulders and it’s limbo for a second, filthy kisses taken and given in the middle of your bedroom until he’s walking you back toward the vanity, leaning back against it and opening his legs so you can fit between them.

here, he cups your face in his big hands, devouring you. you grip at his shirt, pulling him to you until he’s walking you, and you’re placed against the vanity now.

clothes don’t mean a thing, his pants unbuttoned and your shorts simply pulled to the side.

the vanity shakes and bumps, banged into the wall by his lewd thrusts, pushes so good your legs clasp behind his back, arms throw over his shoulders and tense up, mouth falls open with cries and sobs. he’s fucking you in every sense of the word, driving into you so beautiful and sweet your body aches, all fuzzy around the edges.

he groans and hums, his chest vibrating against yours. strong arms hold you, make his moves that much better. cries and sobs spill out of your mouth, all you can give him with how he’s screwing you against the furniture he’d just built.

after, with his polo all wrinkled and your face sticky with tears, you tell him thank you, since you’d only gotten to tell him the vanity looks good before you jumped each other’s bones. he hums in you’re welcome, a knowing little laugh trailing behind.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotch smut #hotch smut #aaron hotchner x black reader #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotch x black reader #aaron hotch x black!reader #hotch x black reader #hotch x black!reader #₊˚. ☆ yours truly 💌:#🐯#— 🎠

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paisholotus · 6 months

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𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

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"What's the Army doing here? What the hell is going on?" Derek asked, walking into the office.

"Guys, this is Dr. Linda Kimura, Chief of special pathogens, with the CDC." Hotch introduced them to the doctor.

"Hello." The group said.

"Hello. I'm sorry to meet under these circumstances." Dr. Linda said, sadly.

"What circumstances? We need to get started." Spencer said.

"Last night, 25 people checked into emergency rooms, in and around, Annapolis." The doctor informed them.

"They were all at the same. Park after 2 PM. yesterday. Within 10 hours, the first victim died. It's now just past 7 AM the next day. We have 12 dead." JJ told them.

"Lung failure and black lesions." Derek read from off the report.

"Anthrax?" Emily asked.

"Anthrax doesn't kill this fast." Spencer said.

"This strain does." Dr. Linda said.

"What are we doing about potential mass targets..." JJ asked.

"airports, malls, trains?" Derek pointed out.

"There's a media blackout. We're not telling the public?" Emily asked.

"We'd have a mass exodus." Hotch said.

"The psychology of group panic would cause more deaths than this last attack." Spencer pointed out.

"Yeah, and if it does get out, whoever did this might go underground or destroy their samples." Derek said.

"Or if they wanted attention and didn't get it, they might attack again." Hotch said.

"Doesn't the public have the right to know that?" Emily questioned.

"If there is another attack,there's no way we'll be able to keep it quiet. Our best chance of protecting the public is by building a profile as quickly as we can." Hotch said.

"What do we know about this strain?" Spencer asked.

"The spores are weaponized, reduced to a respiral ideal that attacks deep in the lungs...odorless and invisible. A sophisticated strain. Only a scientist would know how to do that." Dr. Linda said.

The group looked around worried of what to do as they calmly listened to the doctor.

"These lesions are doubling in size in a matter of hours. It's not the lesions I'm worried about. It's the lungs. We don't know how to combat the toxins once they're inside. And the reality is, we may lose them all. The remaining survivors have been moved to a special wing at Walter Reed Hospital. Our offices will become a small command center. We'll be working with military scientists from Fort Detrick." Dr. Linda told them.

"Attorney General Washington is coming here?" Rossi asked Hotch.

"Yes, they don't want this to become a public issue. The president has already been notified." He said, looking all the group.

"Determining what strain this is will help inform who's responsible." Dr. Linda said.

"My team is in charge of treating all victims. Reid, go with Dr. Kimura to the hospital. Interview the victims. Morgan and Prentiss, there's a HAZMAT team that will accompany you to the crime scene. There's Cipro. Everybody needs to take it before we go." Hotch told his group.

"We don't know if it's effective against this strain, but it's something." Dr. Linda told them.

"This is really happening?" Derek asked, but mainly to himself, looking down at the reports of people being hospitalized.

"We knew this could happen. We've done our homework. We've prepared for this.This is it." Hotch told them.

They raised the little cups up with the pills in them, and took them.

"May you live 100 years." Rossi said, taking his pills.

-Time Skip-

"Office phones and emails are being monitored." JJ said.

"Yeah, they're trying to protect the media blackout. Files?" Spencer asked.

"Uh, yeah, right here." JJ pointed to the end of the table.

"Thanks. I want to see what kind of medical treatment the victims received before I head to the hospital." Spencer said, reading over the files.

"Why do you think the suspect in 2001 stopped sending the letters?" JJ asked, Spencer, looking at the board with possible suspects.

"I have no idea, but if he hadn't, it would have been much worse. The worst part was not knowing when it was gonna be over. It was feeling safe opening mail again." He said, lowly.

"5 people died. Many more exposed and sickened, including a baby who was admitted to the hospital after lesions appeared." JJ said, sadly.

"Agent Jareau." One of the soldiers came into the room, standing by the door.

"Uh, call me when they get through security. Thanks." JJ said, handing up the phone.

"The General's here." He told them.

"Is there bad blood with her?" Spencer asked, the soldier.

"She was very critical of the way the '01 Amerithrax investigation was handled." He told, them.

"Because of what happened with Dr. Hatfill?" JJ asked.

"Among other things. And this is the list of victims you asked for." He said, handing JJ and Spencer the files.

"No high-profile jobs?" Spencer asked.

"No. Just ordinary people frolicking in the park." The soldier said.

"Any word from the CIA?" JJ asked him.

"They said there are a few overseas terrorist groups with funding and capability. They're working international. We've got domestic. Also the members of the BJS are going to accompany the General." He said.

Spencer and JJ stopped walking looking at him surprised. The soldier stopped and nodded his head for them to keep walking.

"Jesus..." JJ trailed off, looking back down at the papers.

"We need to look at anyone who could profit from this. People who have patents on anthrax vaccines." JJ said.

"Garcia." Spencer called, through the phone.

"Yes, sir" She answered.

"And add to your list anyone with access to weaponized spores...universities, scholars working in bioweapons research. Employees of labs who keep germ collections." He told her.

"Okay, call back in a few." She said, handing up.

"Right in here, Ma'am." The Soldiers said, leading Aleza through the door.

"Attorney General, Aleza Washington. This is Agent Hotchner, SSA David Rossi, Dr. Spencer Reid, and Agent Jennifer Jareau." The soldier said, introducing the group.

"Pleasure to meet you all. But I would like to get the formalities out the way, so someone can tell me what the hell is going on, before I have national panic on my hands." She said, folding her arms.

"My scientists are decoding the strain.The additives used to strengthen the bacterial capsules do not exist at our research labs." Dr. Linda said.

"Are there any other labs using these substances?" She asked, her.

"No." Dr. Linda said, lowly.

"I'd like a list of all the scientists in your anthrax program." She said, walking towards the doctor.

"I just said we don't use those additives." Dr. Linda said, raising her eyebrows.

Aleza gave her a hard glare, "ma'am, we can rule out your lab samples, but not your people." She said, harshly. "We're looking at someone who has the ability to manipulate and weaponize anthrax. Your scientists make that cut." She said, continuing to glare at the doctor, towering over her.

"Now, we all know what happened the last time your team looked into my people. Ma'am, our team officially ruled out Dr. Hatfill. I'm sorry if Justice didn't listen to us." The doctor said, not backing down.

"but the profile was accurate. It happened in your labs. Now the same thing is happening again in one of your labs, you're going to look me in the eyes and tell me that's a coincidence? I hope you don't think I got this job, by being stupid." Aleza said, squinting at the doctor.

"I'll get you your list. General." Hotch told her.

She nodded still glaring at the doctor then turned around and walked out.

-Time Skip-

"Team, This Sariya Washington, she is with the BJS. Hotch introduced them to her.

"Hi, nice to meet y'all. But I We've tracked Chad Brown. He's going to the train station." She said, showing directions on her laptop.

"Then that's where we're going. Thanks for your help." She nodded, walking back out the door.

"No gas masks. Repeat, no gas masks. Rush hour crowd sees anyone in a mask, here's gonna be a stampede. Morgan, I want you to stay above ground and help the crowds. I'm gonna go down by myself." Hotch told them.

"Not a chance, Hotch." Derek said, shaking his head.

"Morgan, we're a man down. If the area's infected, we can't risk losing both of us as well." Hotch, said frowning.

"We are a team. We're gonna go down as a team." Derek told him, determined.

"We need to clear the station." JJ said, putting on her vest.

"I've got it. OK, I need everybody to listen up. I am FBI. I need you to exit the train now." Hotch yelled.

"What's happening? Oh, my God." A woman yelled, panicked.

"Please, everyone, through this far door only." Emily said, ushering people through the door.

"Chad Brown, don't move!" Derek yelled.

"Don't come any closer!" He yelled, backing up.

"Chad, put the bag down." Emily said, trying to

get the man to do what they said.

"Far door. Let's go." Derek said, walking closer.

"I can kill everybody here!" Chad, screamed, clutching the bag.

"And I will kill you before you do." Hotch said, closing in.

"No! No! Weapons down." Aleza said, walking towards the situation.

"General, what are you doing?" Hotch asked, looking between the General and Chad.

"This is an order from the President. The US Army is taking this man into custody." She said, grabbing Chad.

"General, the Army has no authority here." Hotch said.

"Agent! YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHERE I HAVE AUTHORITY! THIS MAN IS COMING WITH ME He helped create this strain. He's the only one who can show us how it was made." She yelled, at Hotch.

"Ma'am, he is a danger to the country." Emily said, pleading.

"He is an asset to this country! And by Presidential order, I'm taking him in." Aleza said, turning around to look at Chad.

"Sir, please come with me." She asked, him.

"Where?" He asked, squinting his eye's.

"Fort Detrick, sir." Aleza said, with a smile.

"You want me to go to Fort Detrick?" Chad asked, uncertain.

Aleza nodded, "We need you, sir, please." Aleza pretended to plead the man.

"I helped create this. You have to name it after me!" He said, with hopeful eyes.

Aleza smiled, nodding. "Of course. Standard practice. Now, hand me the bag so we can go on our way." She said, slowly sticking out her hand. Chad looked at her hand, then back into her eyes and smiled, handing the bag to her.

"Are there any other samples present?" She asked, cautiously.

"No." He said, shaking his head.

"Move in." She said, to her soldiers. Then looked back at Chad with a glare.

"You should have understood this was never going to go your way." She said, as the soldiers roughly cuffed Chad and pulled him away.

"What are you doing?!" Chad yelled.

"General!"....

"General!....I can help recreate this for you!" He yelled, before getting put into the police car.

Aleza handed her bag to one of the soldiers, as they put it in a confinement box, and taking it to one of the cars.

"Well, you did good work, General." Said, Prentiss. Aleza gave her a small smile, "I know. You Agents did a good job, thank you for your hard work." She said, nodding at them and walking away.

-Time Skip-

"eating Jell-O?" Spencer asked, groggily.

"Hey, kid." Derek said, softly.

"Hey, Doc. Look who's back." Derek said, towards the doctor.

"Is there any more Jell-O?" Spencer asked, trying to sit up.

"Hey. Not so fast." Derek said, pushing Spencer back lightly.

"What happened?" Spencer asked, leaning back onto the bed.

"You're gonna be all right, kid. We caught him, and him and the Virus are getting locked up forever." Derek said, smiling at Spencer.

"Dr. Reid, you have visitors." The nurse said, opening the door for them to come in.

Aleza and Sariya came in holding flowers and and a present wrapped in wrapping paper. Spencer felt like his breath was caught in his throat, when he saw Aleza earlier today, a part of him was excited despite Aleza's Intimidating nature. Because he was wondering if Sariya was close by.

He hasn't seen Sariya since they were kids, he remembered the pain he felt when his best friend told him she was moving away for awhile, that awhile turned to years. He would check on her from time to time through social media, but gave up due to the fact, that he thought she had moved on from him. Sariya was his first everything. His best friend, his protector, his first love. And here she was standing in front of him.

"I, heard Spencer Reid was in the hospital, so we decided to stop by and check on him." Aleza said, holding the flowers.

"Oh, that was very nice of you, General." Penelope said, taking the flowers and placing them beside the bed.

Sariya walked towards the bed, standing beside Spencer, smiling down at him. Spencer felt his skin get hot, as he stared up at her, as if she hung up the stars.

"Hey, Moon, long time, no see." She said, sitting beside his bed.

Derek looked at Penelope, to Aleza, then back to Spencer.

"I'm happy you're okay, don't know what I'll do if something happened to you." She said, rubbing the side of his face.

Aleza cleared her throat and tapped her watch telling her they had to go. Sariya rolled her eyes and stood up.

"OK, I have to go. But I wanted to give you this." She said, handing him the wrapped present. "Take care of yourself, Moon. See you around." She said, kissing the top of his head.

They waved bye to everyone and walked out the room. Derek then looked at Spencer surprised and smiled, hitting Spencer on his shoulder.

"Kid, when were you going to tell us, you have a girlfriend?" Derek asked.

Spencer smiled and opened the present. His eye's watered and clutched the book to his chest smiling.

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littlenerdybee · 22 days

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Hello friends, I need your help.

Yesterday, 04/04/24, I became homeless; I don’t have a home anymore.

I only have my car, luckly, so that’s where I’m staying with my cat.

I’m currently in my first year of university but I’m going to drop out soon as I can’t afford to pay the fees. I’m looking for a new job, of course, but as of right now I don’t have enough money to do anything about my situation.

I will not share my exact location for safety reasons but I will tell you that I'm living in my car near a gym so as not to be isolated. Physically I am fine, emotionally not really but it doesn't matter.

I’m asking for your help because I don’t know what else to do. I have some links in my bio, if you can donate anything, even just one euro is going to make the difference.

And if you can't donate, please at least share this post or my links. Thank you so much, I appreciate every single one of you.

(Please forgive me for using the tags improperly but I'm trying to reach as many of you as possible, as well as my mutuals).

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ameliora-j · 1 year

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Hi, I'm glad those other asks made you smile 😄 for your 4k celebration, can I get Tiana with Sugar Daddy!Hotch meeting black!reader for the first time 🥺

hi honey!! i’m so sorry that this took so long but i wanted it to be good cus i love this concept sm :( (and also cus i had go keep reminding myself it was a mini blurb not a full fic 💀) i hope i did it justice though :(

you were sitting in a restaurant, waiting for the man to show up. you’d met him through a website for this stuff, and he seemed like the least creepy one to make an arrangement with. more than the business side of it, he was actually interested in you… and getting to know you. and you wanted to know more about him too. it was two weeks of nonstop texting and late night phone calls where both of you fell asleep still connected—he woke up much earlier than you, and you’d oftentimes wake up to seeing him getting ready on the facetime screen. it melted your heart every single time you woke up and he hadn’t hung up yet.

his work schedule finally calmed down, and you two were able to schedule a date. so, now here you sat in a long black gown with a high slit, a cute pair of heels, and your usual every day jewelry. your nails were freshly manicured and your hair freshly done. you’d shaven yourself to be smoother than a baby’s bottom and made sure to apply your cocoa butter and coconut oil so your skin was soft.

“yn?” you heard a deep voice drawl. you followed the black slacks all the way up to a nice gucci belt, then a pressed white dress shirt and a red tie, all the way up to your handsome aaron.

“hi aaron…” you whispered, standing to hug him as you gaped.

“you look gorgeous… how much did all this cost you?” he asked, pushing your seat into the table as you sat down.

“oh no, don’t worry! i wanted to!” you assured him with a smile.

“yes… and i want to pay for you to look as good as you do. so tell me how much, and i’ll reimburse you” he smiled. “and if you think about making even one more purchase with your own money we’re gonna have some problems, yeah?” he raised a brow.

you gulped softly and nodded. “yes sir” you whispered softly.

the two of you spent the whole night, talking and laughing over the high end restaurant’s top shelf wine. your time spent with aaron was fantastic, it felt like the two of you had known each other for years. he was a gentleman the entire night, asked about you, listened while you spoke… opening up to him felt easy. he felt like a man you could be yourself around.

“yn… i have to be completely honest” he began as he paid the bill. “i don’t… want this to just be uh… a ‘business’ thing” he murmured out, lacing your fingers together. “if it’s okay with you… i’d like to continue taking you out on dates and getting to know you… i-i’d… i’d like for you to be my girlfriend” he smiled shyly at you as the two of you stepped out of the restaurant.

“oh aaron…” you whisper. “i want that too” you smile. “all of it… i had a great time with you tonight and i’d love to keep it going? back at my place maybe?” you smile hopefully.

he asks you if you brought a car. when you tell him that your best friend had dropped you off, he decided then and there that he would drive you back to your place. the two of you chatted, sipped on wine and watched movies. all the way up until you fell asleep, and woke up on aaron hotchner’s chest.

and as you were crawling down to suck him off to make his morning wood go down before he made you breakfast, both you and him decided… this is how you want to wake up every morning.

#fanmail 💌#nani’s 4k celebration 𐐪𐑂 #aaron hotchner #nsfw.nani #black!reader #aaron hotchner x black reader #black!fem!reader #sugar daddy!hotch

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h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3 · 3 months

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your friend isn't always a genius

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dom! aaron hotchner x brat reader

summary: Aaron's been on a case for to long reader decideds to be a brat but he gets home sooner than expected, turns out aaron got some advice from his friend.

warnings: use of y/n, masturbat!on fem, consensual voyeurism, being a brat, punishments, recording, daddy kink, mentions of spencer reid

it's been almost two weeks since aaron went on a case. it wasn't anything major, but with the towns police hindering the investigation due to a lack of knowledge and experience, he's had to stay longer than planned.

you know you can't blame aaron for being on a case, but having a break in routine always results in you bratting. so honestly, he shouldn't have expected less.

you currently sat on your knees infront of your full body mirror dressed in only a pair of pretty pink lace panties and one of aarons sleep shirts, taking pictures that you knew you'd get in trouble for. it didn't matter tho, you loved aarons punishments. you loved the way his hand felt when he spanked your ass or when you'd go brain dead from him fucking you so good. if you were being honest it was one of your favorite things.

sending the pictures to aaron you sit and wait for him to see it. it's around nine, and he's usually in the hotel by now unless they had a break in the case. you check and seeing that he read the text you pussy dampened and your heart speed up. waiting for a reply you sit there, and sit there, and sit. it's about 5 minutes when you decide to call him.

the phone ringing 3 times before he answers. 'hey sweetheart' he answers like he would normally. 'why didn't you answer my text?' you question, opting out of a greeting. 'because your not supposed to do that' he replys plainly. 'so? what you were just gonna ignore me?' you ask him letting your voice raise.

' I was' aaron says as if it's a normal thing.

' you never ignore me ' you say pouting as if he could see you. ' and you continue to be a brat. ya know spencer and I got the talkin and he said that if someone constantly has the same punishment every time they acted out, it'd become less effective.' he states, making you wonder what in their conversation made them talk about this and why he thought it pertained to you.

because it does.

'and? the fuck does that mean aaron?' you pout feeling the urge to really pass him off now. I mean if he was gonna change up punishments you can change up what your getting punished for.

'watch it' he warns urging you to not play this game. decideding he was beyond wrong and that you'd not only play this game, but win. you hung up the phone, removing your underwear you sat up the camera to where your pussy was on full display. hitting record, you let your fingers travel down your cheest, over your stomach past your clit collecting all of your juices on your fingers. bringing then back up to your clit you make eye contact with your camera as you start to play with your pussy.

moaning at the pleasure, you couldn't deny how good it felt, but you also couldn't deny how much it felt nothing like aaron. bringing your fingers down to your entrance, sliding them in as your eyes roll back and toes curl.

'oh fuck it feels so good' you moan out. you continue to fuck yourself on camera for about five minutes before you realize something. 'fuck I can't cum' you groan out. not knowing why but still wanting to win. so you crop the last bit of the video and send aaron the gold parts.

confused on why it's been five minutes of really good pleasure, and yet you haven't cum yet. you decided to get a toy, recording yourself play with it for a while before groaning and giving up at the same out come.

editing that video and again sending only the good parts you guessed that you must have became camera shy out of nowhere. so you play with your pussy while the camera isn't on. you try everything in the span of 6 hours, reaching for your phone at hour 3 to watch porn because maybe you need a little help.

which lead to realizing aaron once again left you on read.

you genuinely felt as though you could cry now. that's when the realization hits you. you've must of been so hardwired to aaron that it's impossible for you to cum without him now.

feeling angry, not necessarily at aaron, but at the fact that he probably knew you couldn't come without him, that's probably why he was okay with ignoring you.

getting cleaned in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom with a frown on your face, you let out a huff as you plopped on the bed.

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waking up the next morning, you check your phone. feeling your heart drop and crawl it's self back in place you read the one message from aaron. sent hours after you went to bed, about 1 a.m., telling you how they had a break in the case and caught the guy in the act. which means he'd be home anytime today.

that'd usually make you ecstatic, but with aarons newfound discovery of ignoring you only God knows what your punishment will be.

☆

you spend the day cleaning the apartment, cooking aaron his favorite meal, even going as far as making brownies. also thinking it was better to clean the whole apartment too just in case.

☆

almost perfectly on time, when you're taking the brownies out, aaron walks through the door. 'hey baby' he greets, walking over to hug you. "at least he's not that mad" you think to yourself. 'hi' you reply shyly, letting your head rest on his chest.

you've missed this, and if kinda makes you feel bad for being a brat. looking around the kitchen, aaron smiles fondly at the food you prepared. then picks you up whole he spins to look at the whole apartment, he knows it's because you didn't expect him home so soon after acting out, but he still loves it.

'enjoy the time you have sugar, cause after we eat your ass is done for' he smiles grabbing a handful of your ass and pecking your lips, before letting you down and making his way to the table.

let let out a groan, but honestly expecting that food and dessert wasn't gonna save you from your punishment.

☆

your weren't that hungry so you finished before aaron. as soon as the last piece was gone from his plate, you shot up to start cleaning the kitchen. 'Ah, that can wait baby' aaron tells you as he gets up from the table and motions for you to follow. 'what? noo, I got it' you answer starting to wash the dishes.

aaron walked behind you, an amused smile on his face. which goes away after he sees that your purposely washing slowly 'the longer you take on the dishes, the more time is added to your punishment' he says, making you drop the fork out of your hands. 'what? that's not fair'. you try to argue only for aaron to turn around and make his way to your shared room.

saying fuck it you decided not to do the dishes and follow him to the room. 'you done?' he asks 'fuck you, yes' you reply. making him laugh while he sat on the edge of the bed.

'get undressed baby' aaron commands you. decideding to choose your battles wisely and not have you outfit ripped apart, knowing aaron is not only good for buying clothes but destroying them, you undressed.

moving over, you sit in the center of the bed like he always tells you. waiting for him to say something you patently wait playing with your fingers.

he gets up from the edge of the bed and turns to you 'had fun without me?' your boyfriend asks you. 'not at all daddy, it was so boring' you answer back. ' so glad your back now' you add smiling up to him.

he lets out a loud laugh at your answer. 'seems to me you had all the fun in the world' aaron says. shacking your head no, while he shakes his head yes 'I know you did baby and it's okay.' he speaks as he makes his way to the chair in your room. 'how many times did you cum?' he ask while getting comfortable.

'don't ask me that daddy' you groan. he chuckles while un doing his tie. 'you don't want to tell me baby?' he questions. Shacking your head no he just smiles at you before speaking 'go ahead nd show me baby'.

confusion feels your body as aaron watches you from across the room. 'what?' you whispered, silently praying that you misheard him.

'baby I want you to play with your pussy while I watch' he admitted as if it was a mundane request. 'show me what you did while I was gone' he told you with a smirk.

shacking your head no, you desperatly thank of anything to get you out of this. 'that's so embarrassing daddy' you tell him as you pout.

your pussy is getting wetter by the second but you didnt know if you'd be able to cum. or even worse if you'd be allowed to.

before you could blink aaron got up and exited the room. you were confused to say the least and once he returned with a lighter that confusion only grew.

that was, until he went into your shared closet.

your jaw hit the floor as you see him walk out with one of your favorite pairs of heels. 'aaron what are yo-' 'shh baby' he cuts you off tossing your heels infront of the bed.

'they're just encouragement' he says as he reclaims his seat, lighter in hand 'but know that you'll be punished one way or another' he says plainly.

letting out a whine 'this isn't fair' you tell him wich in return earns you an eye roll. '10 minutes' he speaks. 'huh?' you question '10 minutes' he repeats.

'10 minutes to cum or you'll have 10 minutes to say goodbye to your shoes. you pick.' he clears up slightly shrugging his shoulders.

expecting your embarrassment you lay back down and prop your knees up. 'is that good?' you ask to which you get no reply. you drag two fingers through your slit and to your entrance. collecting your juices before letting them dip in.

you let out a moan, letting your body relax as you bring your finger out and back in. you cant lie about how good it feels, humiliation and all.

dragging your fingers out you bring them to circle your clit. you look at aaron and notice his intense gaze on your pussy in return you let out a whine and feel your pussy clamp around nothing.

you speed up your fingers and bring your other hand up to grope your breast. surprisingly to you, you can feel your orgasm building up.

adding more pressure to your clit to chase your orgasm it seems to finally click for aaron that your about to cum. to say you could see the disappointed on his face would be an understatement, "ill let her have this tho" , he thought to himself.

your shut your eyes as tight as they could as your feel the coil in your abdomen burst 'oh fuck daddy' you moan out as your orgasm washes through you.

breathing deeply as your legs twitched you finally opened your eyes to see your boyfriend on his phone. 'aaron what the fuck are you doing' you question as you see him typing away.

he barley spears you a glance before going back to typing and saying 'spencer said you wouldn't be able to cum on your own by now'

tag : @jxvipike

a/n☆ this is the 3rd version of this story bc tumblr deleted the other two 😺 not proof read, so mb for any mistakes😻😽 - daisy

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