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[ithebookhoarder]

(BAU Headcanons) Spending a day off with your S.O.

Aaron Hotchner

Ok. So. First of all... Aaron's casual wardrobe is sinful and I feel like I need to mention it when talking about days off. After all, he's not going to turn down the excuse not to wear a shirt and tie, knowing jeans and his usual polo shirts are better suited to both relaxing and possibly chasing after Jack.

If you two ever got a rare day off then he would do his best to make you breakfast in bed, knowing that having an excuse to stay in bed is a luxury.

If Jack is with you, and not at Jessica's, then you know Jack would be right next to him in the kitchen, begging to help. I mean, if you watch Bluey, picture the episode where Bingo is trying to make that omelette for Bandit on his birthday... that's basically the vibe here.

Hotch wouldn’t try to force you out of the house if you didn’t want to go, as he’s perfectly happy to stay in and play with you and Jack. After all, you have the most recent lego set, which you bought him for his birthday, to finish building.

"You up for that buddy? Six hands are better than four, after all."

Or, if you don't have the energy or patience, then you three can curl up on the sofa together and watch movies and the backlog of tv shows you’ve missed out on whilst you’ve been away working. 

Fun Fact: Aaron would rather die than admit to the rest of the BAU that you got him hooked on reality shows like The Real Housewives of Beverley Hills or Below Deck -but he is. He finds them fascinating case studies in human behaviour... or that's his excuse anyway when you call him out on it.

However, if you do want to actually leave the house and get outside then he’d be pretty relaxed about whatever it is you wanted to do, as long as you could all do it together. 

He'd also love it if you both got the chance to go for a run, enjoying the rare opportunity to race you through the nearby park. You can just soak in the sunshine and watch the other people as they make their way through the world, before grabbing a coffee on your way home.  

David Rossi 

Rossi is a man who knows the value of creature comforts, as we've seen repeatedly in the show. You know this man enjoys having time off to indulge himself - and you too.

As soon as he knows he has the day off, you can bet he's driving you to the local farmer's market to buy all the ingredients needed for a home cooked feast. 

Despite promising to be there only an hour, you know he's the kind of person who would talk to each and every vendor, learning all their names and asking after their families as if they've been friends since birth.

You'd end up spending almost the entire morning - and part of the afternoon - shopping, sampling various treats and wares, and buying several bag's worth, before you're finally able to drag him back to the car.

As he's cooking, Rossi would definitely play his favourite records. He alternates between crooning along and telling you tidbits about the artists - and the many crazy memories he has about these records.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I first heard this? We were in this tiny little motel, in the middle of a horrific blizzard, and several whiskeys in..."

It's hard not to get distracted, drawn in as he pulls you close and starts dancing about the kitchen. You'd get so distracted that you almost let dinner spoil and only remember it's even there when you start to smell something burning.

"Ah! Merda!"

After dinner you know you'd end up outside on his patio, enjoying the view as the sun goes down, over a cocktail of his choosing.

Derek Morgan

You know this eager beaver would not be spending a day off with you doing nothing or letting the day ‘go to waste’.

He’d be at your doorstep bright and early, looking unfairly energetic for someone who has been running on minimal sleep all week.

Thankfully, he brings coffee and breakfast with him which is his way of bribing you to get your ass up and out with him. 

As for the day itself, he’d either have the day planned to a ’t’ or he’d have nothing planned at all. 

“Relax, sweetness, we’re letting the day take us where it may. Enjoy the ride.” 

He'd love having a reason to take you to whatever property he's renovating, hoping to share his vision for the place and getting your opinion on it all.

He'd even let you have a swing or two with a sledgehammer if there's a dry-wall that needs taking down. It's a great stress-reliever for you both, and there's nothing like hammering along in the time to beat of whatever playlist he's chosen.

He'd also order you a pizza, or whatever take-out you fancied, as payment for all your hard work.

You know he'd also been keen to help you wash up later, running you both a hot bath to soak in as you actually have the time to enjoy it.

And just between us - he knows Hotch and Rossi would have his guts his they found out - but he may or may not have left your cellphones on the bed-side table just to ensure you get an hour of peace, undisturbed...

Emily Prentiss

Ok. So. Emily loves having a day off almost as much as she enjoys working.

She doesn't require much in the way of plans. In fact, her ideal day off from the BAU involves you, a crossword puzzle, and your usual table by the window at the coffee shop around the corner.

It's right by the window, so you can bathe in the sun whilst you nurse your way through coffee after coffee.

The whole place reminds her of one similar that she spent her time in, in Paris. Just like then, she loves reading books, and completing the daily crossword with your help.

"Damn it. This is what time in Europe gets you - I forgot there's no 'u' in color. No wonder it wasn't fitting."

Emily also has a game she likes to play, watching the people around you, guessing what their stories are and imaging outlandish profiles for them all. It's a privilege to enjoy it when it's for entertainment and not out of a need to be aware of your surroundings or an ongoing threat assessment. 

Afterwards, you'd go for a stroll around the park and most likely visit the shops you rarely get a chance to.

You both spend ages going through the racks and modelling outfits for one another, knowing you need some new things to fill out your wardrobes other than work-attire. It's a like private treat for yourselves.

Once you're home again, I feel Emily would want to cook and would do a pretty good job when she has the energy. However, she is not above ordering takeout when you both can’t be bothered. 

After all, it gives you both more time together to lie in bed, with Sergio curled up between you, purring loudly as you take it in turns to pet him.

JJ

Depending on when you two got together (before or after Will), she would love to have a chance for the both of you to spend the day with Henry.

You're her family and the most important thing in the world to her. It's why she can't stop beaming as you spend the afternoon at the park together, running rings around the place and clambering all over the playground.

"I swear this kid is faster than most of the Unsubs we chase - and more sneaky too."

JJ would bring all your favourite snacks with her so you can all lie out on the grass and feast once your energy levels drop. She doesn't even mention the sugar content or how many E-numbers there are. You all deserve a treat, Henry included, so she's willing to put her 'mom hat' aside for a minute.

I feel like she'd also try and put her mom hat aside so you two can have some time without a child in tow. She'd try and make a last minute arrangement to get a sitter so you two can have some 'adult' time.

This normally involves making a reservation at your favourite restaurant, and insisting on you both dressing fancy just for the fun of it.

After all, you never get to play at being grown ups and just enjoy wearing something because it looks nice and not because you can run around in the field in it.

"I've had these heels for years and I swear I've only got to wear them like three times - and this skirt! I love this skirt."

Once you get to the restaurant, you spend hours just talking, drinking, and eating before taking a stroll on the way home.

You then curl up in bed and fall asleep to the sound of the TV playing your favourite movies, safe and warm in each other's arms.

Penelope Garcia 

This girl is the queen of relaxing. If she doesn’t have to be awake before noon then you can bet your ass she’ll be tucked up and toasty till 12:01. 

Once she's awake, however, she's a flustered mess, struggling to pick between her various plans for your time off together. There's just so much she wants to do with you and never enough time.

"What? I'm the queen of fun and I just want to make sure we make the most of our time together, sugar plum. I can't help it. I'm excited to have a day just you and me, not that I don't love the others too. I do, but you know, just having it be us is rare -"

You stop her rambling with a kiss, which of course makes her melt.

I feel like Penelope would always try and spend part of the day with you in the kitchen, baking a new recipe to take to work for the others to try.

She'd also love spending the day on the sofa with you, watching either a Rom-com or a Sci-fi marathon (depending on your moods).

Once the decision has been made, she'd insist on gathering supplies - AKA: onesies, takeout and face masks.

"It's the holy trinity of self-care," she explains, holding up your choices. "Now, do you want the tea-tree or coconut face mask?"

However, if you do feel like getting out of the house, then Penelope would take you on theatre trips - which are booked last minute but with amazing seats (courtesy of Penelope’s connections and slightly unorthodox know-how).

The others are still jealous after finding out she got you tickets to Hamilton, front row, with the original cast.

Dr Spencer Reid

You know Spencer is the kind of person that has a list of things the size of his arm that he’d love to do with you on a rare day off. 

You’d probably have to negotiate with him to figure out which ones you could reasonably do in just 24 hours - and you try to find a balance between appeasing his interests and yours. 

For example, you don’t mind sitting through a Russian movie festival if afterwards he agrees to let you wander around your favourite bookshop and spend as long as you want exploring the shelves - without him critiquing or spoiling the endings before you even have a chance to read the blurb. 

If you also happened to let it slip that you'd never watched every single episode of Doctor Who that's ever been made, then you know your future days off will be spent marathoning on the couch. 

"I'm just saying that he's underrated as the Doctor as arguably the narratives of his episodes are far better developed and reflect the point of the show, which is that the Doctor isn't perfect but rather a time-travelling refugee who acts as a healer, counsellor, and protector of the universe. It's why he calls himself 'The Doctor' ..."

He always looks so adorable when he gets excited about something he loves. It's hard not to fall in love with him all over again.

Apart from watching TV, you both also love spending days off on that couch, curled up together, reading your way through the stack of books you both had in your never ending ‘TBR’ pile. 

Spencer would love listening to you discuss whatever you're reading, doing his best to memorise the characters, plots, and your thoughts on both. It's the least he can do when you listen so patiently every time he starts rambling on about whatever his latest hyper-fixation is.

"Can I... can I borrow that when you're finished? I'm now curious - just don't tell the others, ok?"

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[milla984]

With Neighbors Like These

Summary: Jack goes away for the weekend and Aaron and Reader can finally have some alone time (inspired by this concept)

Pairing: post season 12 Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: kissing, mutual masturbation, moderate dirty talk, penetrative sex, protected sex, established relationship, unspecified age gap, Hotch dealing with parenting issues, Jack is mentioned but not present

Word Count: 2k

The house was unusually quiet as you walked in, leaving your shoes at the entrance to proceed barefoot towards the small office Aaron had arranged for himself with a few retouches to the spare room in the back.

Despite having a key in case of emergencies and whatnot, like a very good neighbor, it was a common decision you’d only use it on specific occasions and mostly when Jack wasn’t around. A single soccer cleat lay abandoned in a corner in the living room; were it to happen on a regular day you knew the mere sight of it would have sparked a fierce argument, but this morning was different. 

The evening before a very concerned father had driven his fourteen-year-old son to the arranged meeting point, camping gear in tow, and Jack was now enjoying a two nights excursion somewhere in the local woods. You had a feeling that, conversely, Aaron wasn’t getting a kick out of the child-free weekend - confirmed by his rapid typing on the keyboard when you knocked on the wooden frame of the French door to catch his attention.

He looked at you and cracked a smile, still too focused on what he was doing. “It won’t take too long. I promise.”  

You dropped your purse under his chair and hugged him from behind, the scent of his aftershave filling your nose with pure delight.

“Feeling lonely, already?” 

“Why?!” he enquired. “I didn’t have to shout five times to turn off that damn videogame, last night… and nobody guzzled down half a gallon of milk directly from the bottle, at breakfast!”

“You’re also worried, I can tell,” you added and he shrugged, defeated, then went back to focusing on the screen.

He’d been working part-time as an FBI consultant for a law firm for about a year and you had never seen him putting his job before his kid: he was an active member of the PTA and even volunteered to chaperone whenever he could (something that many moms and other dads found incredibly hot, without a doubt). If he was working on a Saturday he was a hundred percent desperate for a distraction.

Your palms brushed over his shoulders and a delicate touch soon turned into a proper massage, kneading his muscles through the polo shirt he was wearing. 

“Relax. You’re too tense,” you mumbled. He had only shared a few unpleasant details about his life as a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit in D.C. before he and Jack moved into the neighborhood; nevertheless, it didn’t take a genius to figure out his former employment as an FBI agent had taken a huge toll on both of them.

“I’m not sure I should have signed that consent form,” he confessed. 

“His entire class is with him and his teachers all have cell phones, nothing’s going to happen. Save for a few mosquito bites,” you replied. “And don’t get me wrong... but aren’t you being just a bit overprotective?!”

“Jack told me the same thing when I said I wanted to think about it. Except, he didn’t phrase it so nicely,” Aaron grinned and shook his head while he rose to his feet. “Sorry, enough with the family issues,” he apologized, “it’s a lovely Saturday morning. Have you got any interesting plans?” 

“I have. And they don’t involve homework,” you declared, and as you pushed his laptop to the opposite side of the desk he locked an arm around your waist, his expression reverting to a serious one.

“... so you’re a bad influence.”

The intimidating attitude he could pull off with a single stare never failed to make your legs turn into jelly. 

You lowered your voice to a purr. “You don’t even kn—”

His soft lips pressed onto yours stopped you mid-sentence. The fact he had a teenage son registered in your mind only as a foggy thought and the power he’d had on you since the instant you saw him jogging around the block was almost inexplicable.

“You’re right, no more homework. How about I take you out for lunch?” he proposed and the warmth of his breath on your skin ignited a fire you weren’t at all convinced you could control. Or would.

You hugged him tight, your bodies finally making contact. “How about we take care of something else, first?”

Aaron’s attitude towards romantic relationships exuded manners and consideration, the portrait of a gentleman from a different era, so the response to your suggestion came as a surprise: he’d always shown a preference for the intimacy of his bedroom, even though his palms stroking over your breasts to make your nipples grow stiff and visible through the fabric was the perfect sign he had no intention of wasting any time to move the action upstairs. 

Your tongues lustfully met in a second kiss, prompting you to let out an excited sigh as you blindly undid and removed his belt before letting it fall on the floor with a loud clunk. You reached for his zipper and he sighed in return but gasped a second later when you gave him a light push that forced him to sit down again. 

“Show me how you do it when we’re not together.”

Aaron’s eyes widened - confusion and stupor at the beginning, then the sheer thrill of the idea lit up his gaze. And made him hard entirely.

He sank into the cushion behind his back to finish unzipping his pants and pulling them down his hips so that his swollen erection was only contained by a thin layer of underwear. 

“You’re just going to watch?” he asked, locking eyes with you. You could have sworn that look alone increased the temperature in the room by a couple of degrees. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

You reached under the flowy dress to roll your panties along your thighs, letting them crumple around your ankles; you sat on the desk and lifted the skirt up to your waist, your feet resting on Aaron’s parted knees. 

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

He swallowed nervously but didn’t miss a movement of your fingers starting to draw circles around your most sensitive spot, guided by the aching tension in your belly; your mouth watered at the sight of his cock whipping free and he noticed, so he took his time to wrap his right hand around it.

You knew how to work his length, moving up and down in slow and long strokes as foreplay, nevertheless witnessing such a handsome man masturbating for you proved to be one of the most lascivious experiences of your life.

“I always think about you when I touch myself…” you confessed, and he held on to your ankle with his free hand while you rubbed your clit. 

“Are you trying to make me lose control?”

You nodded in confirmation and he growled. 

He was now coating his shaft and palm with the leaking precum, using only his index and middle finger to collect some of the slickness and spread it over the bulging head, the exposed glans glistening in the process. That was when he usually begged you to move faster, since his delicate skin was lubricated enough and increased friction meant pleasure - not pain.

“I’m really wet for you,” you teased him, your own desire pooling at your core, but his reaction threw you off balance. 

“Stop, please… stop,” he whimpered, “this is not…”    

His ragged breath made it difficult for him to articulate his words. “I need you.”

You gestured at the purse that was still under his chair and he handed it to you; sharing the house with a teenager meant Aaron had grown accustomed to some of his clean t-shirts randomly disappearing from his drawers and wardrobe, so you both knew nothing out of the ordinary could be hidden among his personal stuff. 

He stared at you, entranced, as you retrieved the small box you’d carried with you and tore one of the foil packages open. 

“A little closer, maybe…?” you joked, and when he stood up you bit your lower lip in anticipation. He kissed you lightly on your forehead as you unrolled the latex down his hardness, then you pinched his chin and smiled at him.

“Better?!”   

He whined again. “Not exactly.”

You grabbed him by the nape of his neck, speaking softly to his ear. “Make me come. I can’t wait anymore.”

The uninhibited request seemed to have flipped a switch in him: the sound of a pencil holder spilling its content made you laugh as Aaron enthusiastically raised your legs in the air and held them to his chest, so he could start rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds.

It was torture but he was damn good at it.

When he managed to get himself covered in your arousal he slipped the bulbous head past your entrance. “It’s so big…” you muttered.

Truth be told he wasn’t that well-endowed and you had nothing against it, since you’d never been keen on painful sex, still you welcomed him with a loud moan once he buried himself inside of you. Even a gentleman from another era didn’t mind a bit of flattering and appreciation of his manhood. 

He wasn’t as vocal, though, but his deep groans reverberated in his throat in a manifestation of primal, untamed passion; he looked so solemn it drove you insane, his brows furrowed and tiny droplets of sweat trapped between his short hair, almost as if he was directing all of his energies into screwing your brains out.

When his thrusts grew slower but more intense you wriggled your legs free and locked them around his waist: with a last, fierce grunt he twitched several times and you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment, which was always the biggest turn-on for you.

With your eyes still closed you welcomed the pressure on your lips, a not-so-subtle invitation to take his index and middle finger in your mouth; you sucked on them alternately, happy to oblige, tasting traces of the salty precum. You clawed at his forearm when he brought the wet digits to your clit, rubbing and drawing circles just like you’d shown him before.

“Aaron… I’m…” you mewled, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you - indeed - came with his throbbing cock still inside you, lungs pleading for air and inner muscles clenching around him.

He collapsed on top of you, the additional weight making you realize how harsh the desk’s smooth surface was on your back, yet you cupped his face and stroked his flustered cheeks with your thumbs. 

“I missed you so much,” you breathed out as soon as you were able to.

He pulled out and started to fix his clothes, and before he got rid of the condom he planted the sweetest kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry about the other weekend. Jack wasn’t supposed to play, last minute change of plans—”

“Don’t be sorry, I know you love going to his games,” you said, propping up on one elbow to straighten yourself as he stood in front of you. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your biggest fans, would you?”

He was still heaving a little and looked at you with a pensive pout. “... what?!”

“I mean, you’ve seriously never noticed…?” you locked your hands behind his neck as you tried to come up with a good imitation of the cooing voice of the soccer moms who you knew swarmed the sidelines every time he was present.

“Aaron, can you help us move the coolers? Aaron, we need to rearrange those chairs! Aaron, come here and have some cake! We made it for you ‘cause you’re such a good dad and it’s soooooo hot!”

He laughed, the vibrations in his ribcage making your breasts jiggle, then he gave you his best smile to date. “You’re jealous?!”

You shrugged, holding him closer. “No. To be honest I don’t even blame them, you are a good dad. Which is very hot, by the way.”

“Thank you,” he laughed again as he wrapped you in his arms to kiss you one more time, forcing you to close your eyes and get lost in his tender embrace. You muffled a surprised gasp when he playfully nipped at your earlobe with another heart-stopping smile. 

“But just to be clear…” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper, “it’s usually cookies, not cake!”

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[beelmons]

Luxury Poker Nights pt. 2

Pairing: Hotch, Reid, Morgan x fem!reader Rating: Explicit, smut (18+, minors do not interact with this story) Word count: 5,806 cw: unprotected sex (do not recommend), sex-servant kink, voyeurism, multiple partners, non-vegan food options, slight degradation, free use kink Summary: It's Aaron's turn to host the poker night, and he figured it would be a great move to invite the entertainment they all fervently enjoyed last time: you. A/N: This was so highly requested I hope it lives up to expectations. Prompted by an original blurb found here Tag list: @illumi3 @ash-recs @canyonmooncreations @howabouticallyou @unlikelyqueenninja @kay-moranguinho and my always honorary mentions: @ihavemanyhusbands @cassiemartzz

Meeting Aaron Hotchner was nothing short of an absolute pleasure. Gentle, kind, considerate, funny when he finally got rid of the stoic boss facade, everything you would love in a partner whether casual or serious. All these reasons played a role in deciding to partake on a very specific contract: to serve as his servant, sexually speaking. 

"Hey," Aaron greeted you before leaning in to press a friendly kiss to your cheek. 

"Hey, Mr. Hotchner." you replied. 

His head tilted and eyebrows raised with playful offense "I've told you, if you don't want to call me Aaron, at least go with Hotch." 

Every so often he would call you in, mostly to a very beautiful house owned by a man you knew as Rossi, and you'd come for the sole purpose to act out your role. To serve and please them. 

This time, however, he was hosting in his own apartment. It was the classic bachelor pad, the adult version, barely decorated but tidy and resourceful. You had been in there only once, but you had memorized the area pretty well. He also looked especially handsome, navy blue polo shirt and denim black pants with casual sneakers, you could notice his toned biceps in that outfit. 

"What are my instructions for today?" you asked as you got in, taking a look around to remember the layout. 

"The usual. Although, I might ask you to take charge of the kitchen for a little bit. Bring snacks, beverages, nothing too complicated. Oh, and…” he began to say, reaching for a bag that was laying by the entrance “this.” 

From it, he pulled out what seemed like a traditional maid apron. You could tell he had it tailored for your body, and that the lace around it seemed to be fine, not the cheap ones costume stores had. You reached for it and pulled it from the strings you were supposed to tie, you hovered it over your body to catch a preview of what it would look like, the man had a good eye, it sure made you feel hot. 

“Of course, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can ditch it.” he tried to reassure you, seeing how you kept admiring the piece. 

“It’s alright, Mr. Hotchner. But a maid outfit? I thought you preferred me in the bare.” you teased. 

“Don’t worry, we still get plenty of access to the parts of you we love the most, being that the apron is the only garment of the costume you will actually wear.” his hands slipped in his pockets, his face lighting up with a smug smile “You can change in the bathroom, the guys should be here soon.” 

You made your way to the mentioned room to obey your first order of the night. Aaron waited patiently in the kitchen, putting together a couple more things so that the serving part of your job would be easier. Nonetheless, a knock on the door distracted him from his duty. He hurried to open, immediately being greeted by Morgan and Reid. 

“Hey, where’s Dave?” he asked, noticing a missing member. 

“He said he’s got something to do but he’ll catch us—” Morgan’s eyes fixed on something behind Hotch, and his train of thought completely disappeared “—later.” 

The boss turned around when he noticed Spencer’s perplexed eyes, similar to Morgan’s, and he smiled to himself as he turned around to watch you already in your ‘uniform’, to call it some way. The apron was comfortably secured around your waist, the length of it barely covering your front to the middle of your thighs, your back absolutely exposed, being that the fabric of the apron was only on the forepart, your upper body out in the open, with your nipples already perked from the cold air conditioning hitting them. And to them, you were the most beautiful of monuments. 

“What’s your safe word?” Aaron asked, his eyes immediately scanning your body.

“Cacao.” you said confidently, your head nodding in reassurance. 

Aaron looked back at Spencer and Morgan, making sure they caught what you had said. They both shook their heads in agreement, and so he locked the door behind them “Let’s begin poker night, then.” he ordered. 

“I’ll get some drinks for you guys.” you said, and you were about to move to the kitchen when Hotch’s voice stopped you. 

“I believe I haven’t given you permission to speak.” he emitted in a commanding voice. 

You understood his words for what they were: a warning. He had been clear enough, when you were there to work, you had to be diligent. Always keep yourself busy, available, and quiet, those were the rules you had signed up for. Your hands folded on your lap and you bowed your head slightly in response. 

Once they were out of your sight, you headed to the kitchen. You gathered a couple of snacks that Mr. Hotchner had prepared; some peanuts, pretzels, and cut up fruit, added with three open beers. He had let a tray out for you as well, possibly with the intention of making everything easier. By the time you got to the table and began to spread the food and beverages around they had already dealt the cards. 

You settled the empty tray on the side on a random surface, and Mr. Hotchner spread one arm in your direction indicating you that he wanted you to join his side; you did as he desired and his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to sit on his leg. As if ritualistic, the hand that was closer to his body was grabbed and brought to his lips, a gentle kiss landed on the back of it, and then he guided it to his member, that at some point he had already exposed. It was an instinct, you already knew what to do. Your hand began to slowly massage the barely hard shaft, and you could hear him exhale particularly hard at the sensation. 

“Rules will change for tonight. You can’t bet ‘All in’ unless you have at least fifteen chips, and you can’t bet two rounds in a row.” Aaron began to say. 

“Isn’t 15 a bit expensive?” Spencer’s eyes narrowed with doubt. 

“Not at all, given that an ‘all in’ winner also gets 10 minutes to command our servant as they please.” his hand dragged upwards, purposely taking his time to brush your skin with his fingertips, nipple included, until they landed on your chin, tilting your face to have you look in the direction of the other two men “And you could agree, she’s worth the risk.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat at the way they hungrily stared at you, but they didn’t say anything further, both Morgan and Reid simply went back to looking at their cards. 

The game began and you hadn’t been given permission to move, you had to remain on Mr. Hotchner’s leg, caressing his member. He seemed unbothered by your steady movement, but you could feel him throb every so often, and it would fill you with cocky pride. That was another rule: you weren’t allowed to go rogue, they came when they wanted to, not when you caused them to. If you acted too smart and tried to make them climax before they wanted to, you were sidelined, given the silent treatment. That was more punishment than doing anything else to you, because chances were you were going to enjoy whatever else. 

You would steal a glance at random times to notice his tip swollen and reddened, even when he tried to keep composure, and continued to play his hands normally, you had learned the little twitches his dick made whenever he was getting close. His head turned to place a chaste kiss to your shoulder blade, giving you permission to keep going. Your hand trailed down to give his balls a gentle squeeze, which caused a loud groan to come out of his throat, and after a couple more fast strokes he began to spill his seed. 

Mr. Hotchner had been clear that he did not like messes; his entire member was coated in his semen, and some had spilled over his pants as well. You reached for one of the pockets the apron had sown on to find a handkerchief that you recognized as his, in seconds, you were on your knees, you wiped clean the fabric of his pants, his shaft, on the other hand, didn’t require the cloth, you grabbed at the base and licked a strip up, repeating the same movement until he was clean, and hard yet again. 

“All in.” Morgan’s voice snapped everyone’s attention, and since you hadn’t been given indication to do otherwise, your mouth kept working Aaron’s dick.

“Already? You’ve only won one round.” Spencer asked, his math not quite adding up. 

“I’ve got enough.” he clarified. 

“You got exactly 15, though, if you lose this, you don’t get any more.” Hotch looked in his direction.

Morgan’s head tilted slightly to the side, catching sight of your still bobbing head. He smiled as a response to his boss’s explanation, pushing the chips forward to the center of the table. 

“She’s worth the risk.” he said, a wink sent to Spencer. You couldn’t help but blush at his words, even if you weren’t able to stop your current activity unless indicated. 

The other two men exchanged looks, if they didn’t raise, they would still lose, perhaps that was part of Morgan’s scheme, but they weren’t about to just give you up by default. They pushed the corresponding chips to the pool in the center, and Reid was the first one to open his cards. Full house, nines over jacks. Hotch was in a slump, two pairs, queens and kings. 

“Full house.” Morgan said before he opened his cards, and Spencer’s attention was specially perked “Aces over sevens.” he finally said. 

Spencer let out a soft curse under his breath as Morgan laughed in pride, he was certainly rejoicing on having made that play. You received a light tap on your shoulder that indicated you it was time to move masters, and so you stood up and directed to stand next to Derek. 

“Actually, sweetheart, I will need you in the kitchen for a bit.” he said, his hand nonetheless landing on the skin of your rear, gently squeezing it “Peanuts and pretzels are a bit hard on my stomach, do you think you could make me a quick sandwich?” he asked ever so chivalrously.  

“Anything in particular you would like?” you asked, taking his question as permission to speak. 

“Some ham and bacon would be excellent, thank you.” with a soft slap of your ass he sent you your merry way. 

Kitchen duty was on the original arrangement, although you didn’t quite picture yourself making sandwiches, Derek’s smile was so charming you would learn gourmet cuisine just to please him. 

You gathered the required stuff, bread, some mayonnaise, and the ham and bacon. Being that you were topless, using a pan was out of the question, so you used the tray on the small electric oven that was next to the stove to cook the pork strips. You were too entranced by the silly way in which the meat shrunk to notice that Derek had walked into the kitchen, only becoming aware of his presence when he leaned next to you against the counter. 

“You make a great maid.” he pointed out, and you bolted up a little from the surprise. His hand instinctively reached for your waist, trying to keep you from falling back “Easy, you might hurt yourself.” 

Even when he made sure your feet were steady, he didn’t remove his hand from where it was, in fact, he simply took a couple of steps closer. 

“I enjoy servicing.” you said, eyes traveling south. You could see his cock already hanging out from his zipper, and you tried to reach for it in an attempt to caress it. His free hand, however, stopped you. 

“I can see that. You also take initiative, that’s impressive.” he began, his hand bringing yours up to press a kiss to it in a similar way Hotch used to do, but instead of allowing it to stroke his member, he directed it to the kitchen utensils you had laid out “But I believe for things to be done right they have to be done with the utmost concentration, so why don’t we focus on that sandwich, huh?” 

You pouted a little and he let out a light chuckle at your disappointment. You went back to the task at hand, getting a dull butter knife to begin spreading the mayonnaise around the slice. You felt the warmth of his touch leave your waist, and you were about to complain yet again until you felt one of his fingers sneak between your legs and trail up your slit. 

You shuddered and your legs instinctively closed. He tsk’ed his tongue in disapproval, and you understood to return them to their original position. Derek wasted no time, the two fingers in the middle of his hand slipping into your cunt. He was fixated on your face, absorbing every expression as you melted due to his digits, your hands gripping on the surface, leaving the sandwich unattended. 

“I haven’t told you to stop working, have I?” he whispered commandingly. 

His fingers began to curl upwards inside of you as they continued to move inside and out, getting coated with your juices. You tried your best to keep yourself still, your hand shakily reaching for the rest of the ingredients. He didn’t stop his movements even when you dropped the knife on the counter from the way he hit the back of your cunt.

“Careful.” he warned at the clinking sound, you peeked over your shoulder while you grabbed the utensil and out of the corner of your eye you could notice his hand moving over his now hardened cock “Come on, beautiful, keep going.” 

You shook your head a little in an attempt to clear it, even when his relentless fingers weren’t giving you the opportunity. You finally managed to pay attention and began to assemble the deli meats. You barely noticed when he moved behind you until you felt his tip rub against your entrance. 

His hands ran over your front as he pushed inside of you, slowly, and they landed on your breasts. A pleasure mewl slipped past your mouth, but you cut it short. 

“Come on, now, I’m not Hotch.” he complained while he gave you the chance to adjust to his member “You don’t gotta have my permission to talk, let that voice out.” 

His hips snapped rather roughly against yours, a loud slapping sound echoing around the kitchen; it caused a loud moan from you, one that you were sure could be heard from the other room. “That’s a good girl.” he praised. 

His initial rhythm wasn’t slow, after all he was in a hurry. It made assembling the sandwich all much more difficult, you struggled to open the door of the electric oven, almost getting burned thanks to the way his cock so deeply pushed inside you, all while your throat was unable to keep quiet, intermittent noises unsteady from his thrusts. 

One of his hands slipped down and in between your legs, the tip of his middle finger rubbed at your clit with a gentle speed, almost unmatching to his hips. You sensed him look over your shoulder to check up on the status of his food, and your hand trembled as you set the bacon down to finish it up. He laughed with pleasure, and his fingers dipped on the skin around your hips. 

“Can you take it, baby?” you could feel his thick member erratically twitching inside of you as he asked, and you nodded your head fervently “Of course you can.” he reassured. 

He snapped a couple more times, rough enough to make you lose your balance and press up against the counter, before you heard him grunt and felt your cunt being filled with his spill. The sensation of his cock pushing your walls sent you over the edge, and you began to drip with your release, a loud moan accompanying the blissful sensation. He pulled out with ease, not waiting for you to come out of your high, and stepped away to grab the meal you had prepared. 

“Thank you, beautiful, looks delicious.” he winked at you with his signature charming smile before he began walking out of the kitchen “Oh, and pretty boy said he wanted some iced tea, be a doll and bring it after you’re done cleaning up, thanks.” 

Without further word, he vanished from your sight. You had to take a second to catch your breath, desperate for a bit more friction. You considered touching yourself, but if Mr. Hotchner were to catch you, you wouldn’t be able to come again all night, he would make sure of it. 

You could feel Derek’s cum beginning to drip, but the cleanliness of the kitchen was a priority. You abided by the task that you had been handed, after a couple of minutes of cleaning up, since you hadn’t made a big mess, you prepared the beverage for Dr. Reid and headed back to the area. You settled the glass of iced tea next to the man that had requested it. 

“All in.” as soon as you stood next to him, you heard the youngest of the group exclaim, he then muttered a casual ‘thank you’ at the gesture of having his drink brought over. 

Hotch and Morgan exchanged playful glances. They knew he was rushing, his decision possibly prompted by the fact that your breasts were so close to his face; they noticed the bobbing of his adam’s apple, and Aaron had paid attention to how he palmed his bulge while he heard you get taken in the kitchen. Logic just flew out of the window when you were around, and his coworkers adored seeing that side of him. 

“You got me.” Morgan said as he folded his cards, and Reid cockily took a sip off his drink.  

“I’ll play.” Hotch mentioned before adding his chips to the pool. 

“Two pairs. Kings and Queens.” Spencer opened his hand. 

On his part, Hotch could simply scoff while he threw his cards on the table. “Jacks and Queens.” he said with pretend defeat. 

The blond man boasted with his expression in pure pride. He didn’t use to be the kind to order you around, unlike the other two who had gotten very comfortable, and preferred you took the initiative during game sessions. 

This time, nonetheless, he looked quite eager to take control. Once he noticed you looking at him expectantly, waiting patiently for your command. He narrowed his eyes, ever inexperienced, trying to come up with something, or rather trying to find the right way to ask. 

“Could you…” he stopped to try and analyze his next words “Could you bend over?” he motioned towards the table. 

It took your entire strength to not laugh, you weren’t making fun of him, he was just ridiculously adorable, and it made hard contrast with the whole situation in the first place and his actual sexual interests. You obeyed, not wanting to make him self-conscious, moving Derek’s plate out of the way elegantly before resting your entire body face-down against the piece of furniture. 

You let out a quiet whimper from the contrast in temperature; your ass was left up and exposed in his direction. He finally stood up, and you looked back to peek at what he was up to, his hips had lined up with yours, his member was still clothed, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing at your asscheeks and pressing his bulge against your dripping cunt. 

“Why don’t we change the game?” his eyes were glued on your skin wrinkling up with every push, but he kept talking to his coworkers “How about blackjack? Hotch can play house” he proposed. 

“Reid, it’s literally illegal for you to play blackjack in two states.” Hotch pointed out. 

“That’s true. You have an unfair advantage.” Morgan added. 

“Card counting can only be done with extreme concentration and observation of the cards being dealt.” his eyes didn’t leave your body, his palm gently massaging your skin as he kept rubbing himself on you “And I happen to be too busy to pay enough attention.” 

“Alright, but blackjack is a fast game. The player needs to win at least three rounds to claim their prize. Draws don’t count towards the winning number.” Aaron clarified.

The rest of the players nodded in agreement. Mr. Hotchner was the dealer, since he was playing the role of ‘the house’, and he began assigning the first round of cards. Before he got to Reid, though, he noticed there was no space on the table, your body occupying most of it, and so he resolved he would just put it over your naked back. 

You gulped in surprise and your body seemed to get hotter, you surely weren’t expected to be used this way; your nipples brushed against the surface of the table, and Reid noticed how you pushed back against him slightly. 

The doctor pulled away, satisfied for the time being with the friction that he had gotten, and realized there were a couple of white-ish stains. 

“Come on, Morgan!” he exclaimed once he noticed it was semen “Can’t you clean up after yourself?” 

Derek could only break into a laugh, and you noticed a small smirk on Aaron’s face as well. 

“Sorry, kid.” he simply said, waiting for Hotch to open his second card. 

Reid made an unamused expression and crouched down to observe the situation. You still had some drip down your thigh, and your slit still had some traces of Morgan’s release. 

“I’ll help you out, but I need you to do something for me.” he said, palming at your ass to let you know he was talking to you; you hummed, replying that you were listening intently “I won’t be able to use my mouth, so if I suck, it means hit, if I insert, it means stay” 

You furrowed your brows with confusion, but he didn’t give you much time to understand. You felt his tongue trail up your inner thigh, taking the liquid that had spilled over it with it, and shortly the muscle pressed against your slit, taking a lap at your entire sex.

Your hands gripped at the side edges of the square table, on your right side Derek Morgan was looking intently at his cards, on your left Aaron Hotchner was paying close attention to the youngest’s movements. He snapped back to the game once your pleased noises started flowing, his hand darting out to land on top of yours and rub at the back of it slightly. Aaron dealt the second round of cards and Reid’s landed on your back once again. 

“14.” the older man said. 

A little distracted by the way his tongue teased your labia, you didn’t pay attention to the words the dealer had said until you felt Spencer’s lips wrap around your clit and intensely suck the air in. The sensation, which was foreign, made your legs go weak; the man pressed his face against your rear to keep you up, and it only made the interaction so much hotter. 

“Hit me!” you exclaimed in between moans. 

“8. Adds to 22.” Hotch said calmly. 

Reid grumbled against your cunt, his tongue going back to your entrance instead, superficially licking, taking his time to taste everything around it. 

Morgan was busted as well, which meant the house took the round. Spencer kept a steady and slow pace; you felt the cards being removed from your back and, almost immediately, a new one was added. 

“20.” Hotch said again. 

The youngster’s hands had been placed against the outer sides of your thighs in the meantime, however once he heard the number they traveled up. He pulled away and you slightly whined at the lack of contact, his thumbs spread the outer part of your pussy open and his tongue immediately slipped inside your entrance. 

“Stay.” you struggled to let out, only coming out as a shaky breath. 

Hotch opened a couple more cards, Derek was busted again, so there was a chance for Reid’s win. 

“21 for the house, house wins.” Aaron exclaimed. 

Your head defeatedly laid against the wooden table, the man buried in your rear could feel your walls clenching and your hips slightly moving to grind against yours. Your shaky breaths didn’t only alert him that your second orgasm of the night was coming, the other two men could also tell. 

“Reid, your time with her is almost up.” Aaron pointed out after taking a look at his watch. 

Spencer pulled away once again, to your discomfort, and narrowed his eyes pretending to think.

“I’ll tell you what, win this round and I’ll let you orgasm.” Reid proposed to you. 

You trembled a little with anticipation, feeling your orgasm edging on. Instead of allowing his tongue back on you, he simply pressed open-mouthed kisses to your labia, making sure he wouldn’t touch any sensitive areas. 

Aaron dealt another round of cards over your back, not even paying attention to your begging face. 

“16.” he notified you since your eyes were tightly shut with irritation from being so close yet unable to release. 

“Hit me.” you commanded, still feeling Reid’s wet lips kissing your sides. 

“3. Adds to 19.” He clarified as he threw another card against your back. 

“Hit me.” you said once again.

Aaron and Spencer exchanged looks, it was a very risky move, statistically heavily improbable.

Hotch opened the new card against your back, and he let out a pleased chuckle. “2. Adds to twenty one.” 

Reid laughed with incredulity, but he was a man of his word. His lips clasped your sensitive nub once again, and he sucked the air in as his tongue moved rapidly from side to side. A high-pitched moan at his movements, and you couldn’t help but to release your juices over his face. You could hear an erotic slurping sound from the back, he was abiding by his promise of keeping you clean. 

“Well played!” he beamed at you and cleared the cards from your back “That was a very unlikely pull, I’m surprised you made it.” 

“Certainly.” Hotch reassured as he dealt the next round of cards.

Reid had sat back down on his chair, and as the pieces of carton landed on you, you decided to stay put on the table. Spencer’s eyes would travel from his cards to your ass from time to time, almost as if he was pondering his next move after he won. 

However, he wouldn’t be as lucky, and neither would Derek, since the next round was won by the house, which meant Hotch was back in control. You were about to stand back up and his hand laid on your bare back, stopping your movement,

“Actually, honey, why don’t you remain there for a little bit more?” he commanded and you obediently remained “Reid, move.” he said standing up.

The younger furrowed his brows with unintentional defiance “But this is my seat…” he quietly complained. 

“You can have your seat back once I’m done with her.” Hotch said, his tone was as imposing, but you could tell he was a little more gentle. You didn’t know the exact nature of their relationship, but you had figured Spencer was a soft spot for him. 

He finally obeyed and stood up and away from the chair, leaving enough space for Hotch to stand behind you. You could immediately feel the tip of his member prodding at your entrance, after what Reid had done to you, you certainly didn’t need any more preparation. You were overstimulated as it was, but his cock was always welcome, and he could tell by the way you were clenching around nothing simply by having him so close. 

He smirked to himself at the feeling and immediately allowed himself inside of you. You grunted with pleasure as you felt him enter, your fingers, tired from gripping on the sides of the table, beginning to curl around in the air. 

“Here, you can grab onto this.” the ever so chivalrous Derek Morgan reached out to intertwine his fingers with yours, giving you a soft area for you to squeeze trying to not lose control. 

Mr. Hotchner wasn’t going to pretend being gentle, his thrusts picking up speed as soon as you had gotten used to his size. He moved his shirt slightly aside, enjoying every second of watching himself disappear between your contracting walls. He let out a soft groan in pleasure, and you could tell he was beginning to lose himself in you. His hand gripped at your buttock, squeezing roughly to help him move your hips back and forth. 

The other two participants didn’t seem to move a finger, they could only stare, with pleased expressions on their face, at the way tears began to prickle on the corner of your eyes. Reid reached to land a hand on top of your head soothingly, and his kindness was always appreciated. 

Your obnoxious sounds were a delight to the three of them, therefore they dreaded the tune of a ringing phone interrupting the melody they adored. Hotch reached for the gadget within his pocket, furrowing his brows at the caller ID. 

“Yeah, JJ?” he said and made a ‘shushing’ sign to Spencer and Derek. 

Reid gently moved his hand from your head to your mouth, initially he was simply going to cover it with his palm, but an impulsive thought beat him to it: his index and middle finger slipped inside your mouth and pressed against your tongue. 

“Suck.” he ordered in a whisper “It will help you keep quiet.” 

You obeyed the doctor’s order, however, focusing on coating his digits in your saliva; your sounds were kept muffled in your throat, but they escaped your lips from time to time, since Aaron was not giving you a second of rest. 

“Can’t it wait? I see. It’s fine, Reid and Morgan are with me, call Dave, we’ll meet you there in 15.” Hotch continued instructing. He was doing his best to appear unbothered, and he was purposely hitting deeper each time, almost making it a challenge for you to keep your sounds down. 

“A case?” Morgan inquired as soon as his superior got off the phone. 

“And urgent.” he put the device away once again and leaned slightly over you. His fingers glued themselves to your clit, circling it slowly, he was trying to, most likely, rush your orgasm. The pleasure it brought to you was a little painful, being that it had been the part of your body that had received the most attention during the night. You whined at the sensation, and Reid had to slide his fingers further back to keep you from screaming. 

“You know, Hotch, there’s a question that I’ve been meaning to ask for a while.” Spencer suddenly emitted, and Aaron looked curiously in his direction, prompting him to inquire “Are you really paying her?” 

The question caused Hotch to chuckle slightly “No, it’s more like an arrangement.” he confessed, still focused on pounding your cunt. 

“Then what does she get out of it?” his eyes narrowed as he observed you, fucked out of your mind, swallow your cheeks around his fingers. 

“She gets to come,” he clarified “as many times as she can take.” 

As he spoke, his hand raised to land a loud, yet not utterly strong, slap on your ass; he did that sometimes when he allowed you to release. His hips snapped one final time, pressing all the way in to spill his cum inside of you. Your third orgasm of the night was divine, your teeth slightly gritting against Reid’s skin. 

You laid there, absolutely exhausted, for a couple of minutes as they gathered their things and fixed up their clothes. Once you had recovered your energy enough to stand up, you felt your knees betraying you almost immediately. Morgan bolted from his nearby spot to offer his body as support, his arm surrounding your middle. 

“You alright?” he asked with concern and you nodded. 

“Here.” Spencer came closer with a wet wipe that he handed to you. 

“I’m sorry we can’t see you off, but this is urgent.” Hotch came out of a random room with a briefcase on his hand and his pristine suit already on “Rest as much as you want and help yourself to anything in the kitchen, just make sure to lock the door when you leave.” 

Without saying any further he leaned closer to you and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. He muttered a ‘let’s go’ directed to his subordinates and almost dashed outside the apartment. Morgan simply took a quick peck at the side of your head and told you to ‘take care’. Spencer stood there awkwardly for a second; you could see in his eyes that he was trying to do something, anything, but he couldn’t find the right gesture. Unable to take it much longer, you curled your hand into a fist and offered it in his direction. He bumped it with a fist of his own, and both of you laughed with a bit of embarrassment.

“Listen,” you said before he could move away, slightly entranced by his hazel eyes “the arrangement I have with Mr. Hotchner…” you diverted your gaze, suddenly slightly embarrassed “...it’s not exclusive.” you finally said. 

Spencer’s eyes opened and eyebrows raised in surprise, were you insinuating what he thought you were? His mouth opened and closed in search for an answer, but he struggled to make sense of anything, too scared to diffuse the interest you had shown in him. 

“You don’t have to agree right now,” you reached behind you, to the side table that had the landline phone on it, to grab a pad and a pen and immediately wrote down your number “if you want to explore a contract of your own, give me a call.” you said with a smile handing the paper over to him. 

“I will!” he said with almost too much excitement. 

“Reid!” Morgan yelled from the corridor. 

Spencer let out a quick curse and wrinkled his face with frustration “I’ll call you.” he said before he left in a rush. 

You giggled a little with teenage-like excitement, a feeling that you hadn’t experienced since you first started your dynamic with Mr. Hotchner. New guy, new conditions, new games. Perhaps poker is not the only way to have fun. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

wc: 1855

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On you.

Stop it, you told yourself.

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

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

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

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

So much for barely friends.

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

Hotch included.

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

And didn’t even do anything about it.

He probably felt some type of way.

Or not.

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

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

How did you know that?

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

So much for barely friends right?

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, are you sleeping in that?”

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

“Hey.” he whispered. “It’s just me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, it just feels really good."

Liar. It’s turning you on.

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

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

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

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

“I do, but please remind me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And next thing you know, they’re off.

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

In a hotel bedroom.

In the middle of the night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, please.” you pleaded.

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

“You must be enjoying this,” you said.

“I am. You’re so good to me.”

That made you blush as you loved words of affirmation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That made you giggle.

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

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

✯✯✯✯

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[hotchfiles]

↪ day three. favorite hotch outfit — #marchhotchness

What's your favorite Hotch outfit? Any reason for it?

i created this challenge event thing so i get to cheat. this is more than one and i probably forgot some but:

— the brown quarter zip: i love how constant it is, i think it shows SO MUCH of his character, it's brown, a very neutral color but with some edge to it, it feels like a practical purchase, the type you spend more money on to use it for a very long time, and he seems just like the person to do that: buy expensive stuff not for the price tag but for durability. he also looks yummy on it.

— the little tight short leggings: thighs. slutty. hot.

— dark polo + fbi vest: arms. veins. hot.

— tight fitted suits + white shirt: i love when his suits begin to get tighter, he looks so good and so professional wearing those, and i think a white shirt it's much more sensual in a way, i can't pinpoint it but ugh he looks like he smells so good wearing those.

— dark green polo shirt: SOFT TUMMY. ARMS. VEINS.

— dad clothes from the machismo episode: he looks comfy in that and so so so cozy and pretty i always feel like hugging him so tight when i see him in that.

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[writinghotchner]

ok i know this is kinda weird request butttttt Aaron Hotchner x reader where aaron is meeting readers father for the first time and the father kinda threatens aaron and is not happy with their relationship and then aaron gets kind of insecure and reader comforts him

listen, i keep saying there's no such thing as a weird request with me!!

and thank you for requesting! 🩷

pairing: hotch x fem!reader rating: e warnings: reader has a brief panic attack, angry reader!dad, yelling, swear words, hotch being insecure and a cute idiot all rolled into one

"okay," aaron says, blowing out a breath. "how does this look?"

you turn from your spot in the ensuite bathroom where you're sitting perched on the counter as you do your make up. "you look good, babe. as always." you shoot him a scrunched up nose smile at him and he rolls his eyes playfully at you. he's wearing dark blue jeans and a collared black polo shirt, nothing too fancy - something he would usually wear when he takes you to dinner. he nervously fidgets with his watch as he paces the bedroom.

you finish the final touches on your make up and slide off the counter to look at yourself from a distance in the mirror. your going to your father's house for dinner so he can meet aaron, so you don't have to look perfect, but it is the first time you're seeing your dad in about two years, so you kinda wanna look presentable. you turn your body to make sure you don't have a water or make up stain on your black dress.

"i've never seen you so anxious before," you tell him. he looks at you with wide eyes. "i'm fine." you huff a laugh through your nose. you might not be a profiler like him, but you can definitely tell when he's not acting like his normal self. and he's definitely not acting like his calm and collected normal self.

you walk over to him and place the palms of your hands on his chest. "he's going to love you." you smooth your hands up and fix his collar and then bounce up on your toes to kiss him on the lips.

he doesn't say anything to that, instead he just walks into the closet to put his shoes on. after a few minutes he reappears. "okay. how are you not nervous?"

you grin at him as you slide past him to get into the closet for your own shoes, and he quickly stops you with an arm across your stomach.

"you haven't seen the guy in nearly two years, and i know things didn't end...well...between you. are you sure you're going to be okay?" he uses his arm to pull you towards him so that you're standing in front of him. he lets his hand fall to the back of your hip and squeezes.

"i'll be okay. he insists everything is fine and forgiven, so i have to trust that. thank you for asking though."

he sucks in a deep breath through his nose and then leans down to meet your lips in a soft kiss.

-----

it isn't until your sitting in the car right outside of your father's house that you actually start to feel a little nervous. the anxiety is slowly simmering in your stomach and you can feel the heat of it rising up into your chest. you suck in a deep breath, close your eyes and will it all away. everything will be fine.

you catch aaron studying you out of your peripheral vision, but thankfully he doesn't ask if you're okay, because if he did...in that moment, you probably would have told him to take you home.

instead he turns to fully look at you, waiting for you to take the lead. when you don't, he lets himself out of the car and walks over to the passenger side and opens it, offering his hand to you.

you take it and stand, smoothing out any wrinkles in your dress. he closes the door behind you as he looks up to the house.

"we can get back in the car and go, honey. he'll never know-"

and as if on que, your father opens the front door and waves to you both. you both crack a fake smile and wave back. "ah, you weren't quick enough." he says in a whisper. you laugh.

----

it hasn't even been ten minutes inside the house with your father when you angrily slam the dining room chair you'd just been sitting in back under the table.

"you have NO fucking right, dad-"

"i have EVERY fucking right-"

your face is hot, your lungs feel like they're going to combust and you'd probably cry if the rage taking over your body wasn't holding every other emotion hostage.

aaron has an arm around you stomach holding you back. he's trying to talk over the yelling but you have no idea what he's saying, despite the fact that he's directly behind you.

"ENOUGH!" aaron booms. it startles you back into his chest and he grips you a little tighter. both you and your father fall silent.

"it was very kind of you to invite us for dinner," you hear him start, his voice is strong and firm - you can tell he's beyond upset. "and i'm sorry for whatever feelings you have about our relationship. but we're adults, sir, and i love your daughter and i'm not going to just leave her because you can't get past that i'm older than her."

the older man rolls his eyes and throws a glass salt shaker at the wall, barely missing both of your bodies. "get the fuck out of my house."

and so you do. you both hurriedly take off, aaron right behind you as you fling the front door open so hard you think for a split second it might actually fall off the hinges.

you clamor into the car and immediately drop your head into your lap, the monster anxiety attack that was simmering before you even got here now reaching the surface and boiling over. you hear aaron get in on the driver side, his hand immediately finding its way to your back rubbing soothing circles. he doesn't start the car even though he wants to drive as fast as possible out of here, but he needs to make sure you're okay before he can even think about navigating a motor vehicle.

"breathe, honey. it's okay. it's over and done with. we're going to go home and figure it out." his voice is low and soothing and makes you cry more.

you sober after a moment, tears still sitting in your eyes but don't spill over. you sniffle, clear your throat and shake your head, as if your body is an emotional etch-a-sketch that you're trying to clear. you huff out an angry sigh and put your seat belt on. "i'm okay, lets just go."

-----

its only when you walk through the front door of your apartment that you realize just how exhausted you are. the inevitable crash of crying hitting you hard. you toe your heels off at the door, not even bothering to pick them up and carry them with you back to the closet. neither of you say anything as you both make your way back to the bedroom and undress. it's not even 8 pm and you're ready to sleep for the next 3 days.

once you're in bed, you immediately crawl into aaron's waiting arms. you lay half on him on your stomach, your leg thrown in between his and rest your head on his shoulder. he's shirtless and warm and you snuggle and sigh into his neck as you finally try to process the events of the evening.

"are you okay?" you ask him.

"i'm fine," he tells you. "i was just worried about you. that was pretty intense."

you hum, a tinge of guilt hitting you. you didn't exactly tell him your father was an angry man, always looking to belittle and control you. for some reason, you thought that after 2 years of not seeing him, maybe he wouldn't blow a gasket. lesson learned.

"i'm sorry," you say. "i thought he'd behave better with you there."

he doesn't say anything else and you have to stop the tears from coming again.

"do..." he clears his throat. "do you...does the age difference between us bother you?"

your head pops up off his chest so quickly. you stare him in the eyes, the street lamp outside the window lighting up the room enough to see his sad face.

"please don't let him get to you, baby. he's always been mean and controlling that way, and he only said that to get under my skin."

"well..." he sighs. "did it get under your skin?"

"have i ever done or said anything to indicate that i'm worried about our age difference?" you take his face in your right hand and make him face you. "aaron."

he shakes his head no. "okay. you're just letting him into your head. you're not even that much older than me. 32 and 45 is not that bad, i promise. it's not like i'm 19 and you're 60." he cracks a smile at that.

with his face still in your hand, you use it to guide his lips to yours and then you move to kiss all over his face, leaving loud wet kissing sounds as you go.

he laughs, craning his neck to get away from you. "okay, okayokayokay-"

"if anything about our relationship ever bothers me, you know i'll always talk to you about it. okay? i promise." you kiss him again.

he nods his head. "i know."

a moment of silence passes before you talk again.

"so... you wanna roleplay? can you be my hot older grey haired professor and i can be your bratty little student." you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

he groans your name laughing and pushes you off of him, you slide off his shirtless body in your own laughter.

"i do not have grey hair yet."

"you have a grey eyelash! you also have gre-"

you don't even get to finish your sentence because he's wacked you in the face with one of the extra pillows on the bed, still laughing and telling you to go to sleep.

#fic request #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #hotch x you #aaron hotchner fanfic #*mine #*reader #this has been sitting in my drafts for so long im sorry #i dont like how it came out and i also just didnt want to rewrite it so 🤷‍♀️

[ddejavvu]

reader being shy about her period even though she’s been with hotch for while and doesn’t want to talk about it with him, but he’s straightforward about it, knows reader is shy but they’re both adults! so he draws her a bath (and maybe joins her?) and takes care of her whether she likes it or not lol

basically something fluffy 🥺

Drawing your bath is something you do every single night, but tonight it feels different, weird. It's probably the looming threat of Aaron shuffling around in the bedroom, and you're not even halfway through working up viable excuses when he asks the dreaded question.

"Can I join you?"

He's already undoing his pants before giving you the chance to answer. You never say no, the question is more of a formality at this point. But this time you shake your head, turning around to face him head-on.

"Uh, actually, Aaron, I think I want to take this one alone."

He freezes with his hand down his pants. Apparently untucking his shirt leaves him in a position that makes him look like a depraved teenager.

"Okay," He nods, redoing his zipper, clearly taken-aback, "Is there any reason why?"

"My head hurts. I just- I kind of want to be alone."

His face drops sympathetically, and he nods along, already reaching into the cabinet for the advil, "I'm sorry, honey. Here, take some, and when you're out I'll run interference with Jack so that you can go and lay down."

The way he handles it makes you feel bad for lying to him, but you bite the bullet and take the medicine anyways. It won't do anything, and the worst it will do is give you a headache. Then at least you won't be a liar.

"Thanks, Aaron," You murmur, bumping your face into his chest in a low-effort hug that holds more sincerity than it seems to, "I love you."

"I love you, too." He hums, kissing the crown of your head. He makes for the bedroom again, about to leave you to bathe in peace, but he doubles back, "Oh, and just so you know, I saw you were running low on pads, so I picked some up on my way home from work, but they're in that cabinet."

He points beneath the sink and your stomach drops, "I know you usually keep them in your purse, but Jack wanted gum this morning and I saw you didn't have many left, so I just stocked them here. You can move them, it doesn't matter to me, I just wanted you to know where they were."

He barely glances up at you after he's done, but the momentary gaze is enough to see that you're frozen. He stills in the doorway, "Honey? Are you okay?"

"You bought me pads?" The question feels embarrassing, heating your cheeks and burning your belly.

"I made sure they were the same kind," His brows furrow, "Is that.. okay?"

"It's-" You stammer, lip quivering slightly, "It's fine, it's- great! It's too good, Aaron," Tears well in your eyes, "You're too good to me."

"Honey," He croons, rushing to catch you in a hug, "That's- buying pads is not 'too good for you'. You need them, it's just the same as when I make you dinner or drive you to work."

"Those are all great," You gush, staining his dark green polo with your tears, "You're the perfect man."

You don't need to feel his cheeks to know they're on fire, and he chuckles sheepishly, rubbing up and down your back, "I think that's debatable, you can ask a few higher-ups at the office."

"Well you've never bought Erin Strauss pads before, have you?" You sniffle, two damp blotches on his shirt left behind even after you pick your head up out of his chest.

"No," He grins, shaking his head, "No, but one year I bought her a #1 boss mug."

"#1 bitch," You mumble, turning away so he can't see your smirk as he laughs, "Oh, and Aaron?"

"Mhm?"

"You can get in, if you want." You offer, still residually hesitant, "I just- I don't really have a headache. I didn't want you to know about.."

"Your period." He finishes for you, voice strong and sure of himself, "Alright. Lemme just set Jack up with a movie, then I'll be back."

You take the time he's gone to peek under the bathroom sink, and sure enough, two large packages of your go-to menstrual pads sit beneath a pipe. They're lined up neatly beside his shaving kit, and you marvel at the domesticity they radiate together. You pluck one from the package, fresh and light pink. The wrapper crinkles as you set it on the counter beside your fresh underwear, and a wave of comfort washes over you. This is your house, and you're allowed to live in it.

Comfort steps aside for amusement, though, when you picture Aaron striding into a corner store in his suit and tie, picking up two packages of pink pads, and handing them over to the teenage cashier.

"What's so funny?' He peels off his shirt with ease now that it's no longer tucked into his pants, discarding it on the floor.

"Nothing," You insist, a smile still lingering on your lips, "I bet the 15-year old checker was fun to talk to."

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[whiskey-bumblebee]

Hey, hope you're doing good today 🤠 dbf!Hotch who notices reader "having trouble with her car" and he helps her? She's more than capable of doing it herself, but she just wanted a reason for Hotch to come over while her parents were away. She may or may not have self sabotaged it to get him over there shirtless in the blazing sun, offering a dip in the pool as repayment, but hinting at more 👁️🫦👁️ i hope that makes sense lol

I LOVE THIS IDEA! thank you bestie <3 get ready to meet the smartest bimbo ever

Uptown Girl

Pairing: dbf!Aaron Hotchner/Reader (gender neutral!)

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Innuendo, dbf!hotch (reader is an adult), brief mention of reader's parents (vague but they are Rich).

Tagging: @ssamorganhotchner @hotchsdoormat i think you two will like this <3

You can't hold back a smile as you dial Aaron's number from your parent's house phone. You twirl the cable around your finger as you glance around the freshly cleaned kitchen. There's a chilled bottle of San Pellegrino on the counter, the glass sweating from the heat. It's so quiet that you can hear birds outside, no doubt eating some fallen fruit from the trees outside the kitchen.

"Hello, Aaron Hotchner speaking."

"Hey Aaron Hotchner speaking," you tease. "My car won't start. I know it's your first weekend off for a while, but is there any chance you could come over and help me fix it?"

"Hmm," He says playfully. "And how do I know this isn't some elaborate ploy to spend time with me?"

"Come see for yourself," You reply, smiling. "It just won't start."

"Mhm," He agrees, and you can hear the humour in his tone. "And I suppose you can't just use daddy's Bentley?"

"Daddy doesn't drive a Bentley," You reply seamlessly.

Aaron's stumped for a second, and the line goes silent. "I thought he just bought a new one? A silver Continental?"

"Daddy drives a black Chevy Suburban," You say. (A/N: non-car besties: this is hotch's car <3)

Hotch clears his throat. "Baby, you can't just call me that."

"Aaron, please?" The playfulness has dropped out of your voice. "My car really won't start, and I'm supposed to meet my friend for tennis this afternoon."

"Of course," He replies. "Sorry, I thought you were just trying to convince me to come over."

"Would it be so terrible if I was?"

You feel a pat of guilt seep into your stomach, wondering if Aaron really did have more important things to do than attend to your car trouble.

"No," He adds, quickly. "I'd love to see you. Are you home alone?"

"My parents are in the Seychelles."

"Ah. So not home for dinner, I take it?"

You shake your head out of habit, then say no.

_______

When Aaron's black Chevy pulls up into your driveway, you come out onto the balcony and wave, then rush down the stairs to meet him. Sure enough, he sees your Corvette parked next to your dad's silver Continental.

"So you do have the Bentley," He teases, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist.

You kiss both his cheeks. "It's so good to see you."

"Well, you know why it's been so long," He sighs, caressing your cheek.

You look him over, his casual outfit throwing you off a little: dark blue Lacoste polo, straight-leg jeans, New Balance 574s. It was so different from his typical suit and tie, more dangerous somehow. Where you normally saw yourself as a paramour, sneaking in moments after work with your suit-clad lover, this felt more... ordinary. Like he was picking you up for a day of shopping, or to travel down to the yacht club. Like he might join you for tennis later. You tried to push the thought out of your mind, and to quell the fondness blooming in your chest.

"New York called, and I had to answer," You reply airily. "And you've been busy on cases, so it's not all my fault." You poke him squarely in the chest, and he smiles at the gesture.

"Alright, where's this car trouble you were telling me about?"

You lead him over to the spacious garage.

You slip into the driver's seat and turn the key. The car gives a few revs, then falls back into silence. You do it again for good measure.

"Let me try," Aaron says, leaning through the window.

He reaches into the car, turning the key himself. Sure enough, it doesn't start.

"Does your dad keep a set of car tools around in here somewhere?" He looks around.

You roll your eyes. "I have a set. I might be young and beautiful and wealthy, and young, and wealthy, and beautiful," You emphasize the repeated words, giving him a pointed look. "-but I'm not completely incompetent."

"Of course not, honey," He coos soothingly. "Are they in the back?"

You nod.

He walks around your car, and you watch him go in the side mirror, enjoying your view of his cute little ass in those jeans.

You hear his typical high laughter as he finds the tool set. When he walks around to the driver's side again, you smile innocently.

"What?"

He nods for you to get out, and holds up your tool set.

"The Swarovski crystals are a nice touch," He laughs. "And the pink."

"What? I can't have a cute little tool set to go with my cute little car?"

He rolls his eyes at you, but his grin tells you it's not with any real menace.

You hop out of the car and open the hood, leaning in just enough that you know your shorts will be showing off your assets.

"It's hot," You mention innocuously, and pull off your tank top, tossing it aside without looking back at him.

You hear Hotch take a deep inhale from directly behind you. "It is," he replies.

When you turn around, he's taken his own shirt off. There's just a small patch of chest hair, but the droplets of sweat are just glowing. He's as fit as ever, and you can't help yourself, you reach out and touch his chest.

"What are you doing?" He murmurs. "What about the neighbours?"

You pull away then, and look from side to side. "Aaron, do you seriously think we're close enough to any other houses that anyone will be able to see anything? It's like your place," You say, starting to run your hands down his abdomen. "And I'm sure you remember all of the mischief we..."

"4th of July weekend," He finishes. "I remember."

"You normally don't need much convincing," You say softly. "Is everything okay?"

He nods. "I'm just focused on trying to fix your car so you can go to tennis later. I promise, if we had a bit more time, I'd be all over you."

You smile at that. "Do you have time?"

Aaron leans in and nips at your earlobe. "I would've invited you over today to catch up. I was trying to come up with an excuse," He kisses your neck, "-when you called."

You catch his jaw in your hand and glance at his lips until you're sure he's caught you looking. His lips part, and his breathing turns slow and deep. That's all the encouragement you need, and you kiss him.

Your lips are soft and slow against his own. Immediately, his hands settle on your hips, ever the gentleman, not wanting to go straight for your ass. He does, however, nudge your legs apart so he can slot his thigh between them.

Whining softly, you rub yourself against his thigh.

"Can I be honest?" You gasp as he angles his knee just right, sending hot pleasure through your veins.

"Go ahead," He says coolly.

"I broke the car just so I could watch you come and fix it," You whisper.

Aaron smiles at the fact that you were also trying to come up with some excuse to see him, then his expression lapses into one of sympathy. "Oh, baby. You could've just called. You know I'll come running."

You press your face into his neck, embarrassed by how desperate you were to see him. It wasn't the fact that you wanted him that worried you. Any reasonable person would want him. He was tall, handsome, and had a dick the size of Saturn. No, it was your need that worried you. The deep-seated longing that settled onto you like dust whenever you didn't see him. Sure, you'd been having a great time in New York, meeting people, buying art, hanging out with your best friends, but it was hollow without him. More than once you'd thought of calling him on the hotel phone, letting his deep, calm voice lull you to sleep. You always felt your best when you were around him, like he drew out your best attributes in the same way that a perfect wine would match the meal, note for note.

"You smell so good," You breathe. "I want you all over me."

"We should fix your car first, or call a tow truck. I don't want you to be stranded," He said, stroking your hair.

You shake your head, a small laugh passing your lips.

"It's not that serious. Watch."

You turn your attention to the hood, and after a few minutes, you're in the driver's seat, starting your car as normal.

Aaron quirked his brow at you. "How did you do that?"

"I disconnected the starter relay earlier," You call, then walk back over to Aaron so you can show him. You open the hood again, then show him the plastic box where you can remove the relay from.

"It even has a little diagram showing you how to take it out," You point out, laughing to yourself.

"Right," Aaron replies. "And where exactly would someone like you learn how to do that?"

"Someone like me goes to a lot of parties. Nothing convinces a bunch of wasted rich kids not to drive quite like not being able to start their Lambos."

You can tell the way that Aaron's looking at you, so you don't look over at him.

"Don't do that," You mumble.

"Do what?"

"Look at me like that. Don't give me brownie points just for not being a total asshole."

Aaron sighs lightly. "Okay. But for the record, I think saving lives like that is commendable. Even if they're just 'wasted rich kids'."

"Alright," You say, closing the hood, trying to lighten the mood. "Do you want anything? Lemonade, coke?"

"I'm never sure if you're offering soda or something I could get in trouble for," He teases, catching your hand in his own as he follows you up the stairs to the house.

"Well, I'm sure my dad does have coke in the study, but if you're only looking for trouble," You pause in front of the door, turning around with a wide smile and your arms raised. "I'm right here."

"What about the tennis?" Aaron's already running his hands over your chest, nudging you through the doorway, towards the pool.

You grin. "She'll just have to play singles."

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Sick Surprise pt. 7 - The Party Kid

In which it’s Eloise’s 4th birthday but someone unexpected shows up at the party…

Warnings: cursing, angst, fluff, death threat, low key dad!spencer, lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Spence? Is Eloisey’s hair done yet?” Y/N called as she rushed around her apartment. They were supposed to be at the park already but the birthday girl wanted really extravagant superhero pancakes.

In between Spencer’s teeth was a comb as he tried to wrestle the girl’s hair into pig tails. It wasn’t working out very well. Eloise was standing on the counter and Spencer stood behind her trying not to accidentally pull her hair too hard.

“Uh… yeah! It’s… um almost.” He called back. Eloise giggled as Spencer laughed quietly.

Another reason they were late was because Y/N thought that Spencer looked absolutely adorable in his little cargo shorts and polo shirt so she decided to make him feel as good as he looked before Eloise woke up.

She wore a long blue sundress and sunglasses perched on her head. “Okay, great! We have to leave soon.”

Spencer’s eyes widened a bit and he snapped the tiny rubber band into her hair. A minute later, Spencer sighed, proud of her work. The pig tails were a little lopsided but… hey who would notice.

Y/N walked into the bathroom and gasped with a big smile. “There’s my beautiful birthday girl!” She came up and attacked Eloise’s cheek with kisses. The girl squealed and giggled.

“Why don’t you get get a few cookies for the road?” She asked, scooping the girl up and setting her on the ground. The girl clapped and ran out of the bathroom.

Spencer smiled after her and Y/N turned to him. “So…”

He looked down at her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “So…?”

Y/N clicked her tongue. “My parents are coming to the party.” She nodded. “They said that they wanted to get to know Eloise.”

Spencer was calm on the outside but panicking on the inside.

“And I haven’t told them that I’m dating anyone. And I understand if you don’t want to meet them just yet but we’re gonna be showing up together so I mean-“

Spencer laughed. “Has anyone ever told you ramble a lot?” He asked, kissing her. “You’re such a nervous person.” He rubbed her cheekbones with his thumbs.

“I know.”

“I would love to meet your parents.” He sighed, kissing her again. She smiled into it before pulling away.

She buried her head in her chest. “You’re amazing and I love you.”

Spencer kissed the top of her head. “You’re amazing and I love you too.” He replied.

“And I love you for asking Penelope and Derek to get to the park early and set up.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. And I love you for inviting JJ and Hotch’s boys because I was too nervous.”

“Of course baby.”

They heard Eloise’s tiny feet patter through the house again and Y/N kissed his chest through his shirt and pulled away from him. “Okay! Time to go, Eloisey! Are your shoes on, baby?”

“Duh, mommy.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N watched Eloise and her friends from daycare and the BAU boys run around the playground. She was surrounded by a bunch of the daycare moms.

She never felt like she belonged with their group. All of them had husbands. All of them were at least 5 years older than her. None of them really liked her either and she could tell.

They judged her for not being married, for letting her kid cuss occasionally, letting her kid defend herself— Long story short, a boy had been pulling Eloise’s hair repeatedly and the next time he did it after she told her mom, she punched him in the nose and made him bleed.

Anyway, Y/N felt out of place standing with them, drinking wine in solo cups.

She got a text from her mother saying that her and her father were almost to the park. Y/N excused herself from the group of moms and walked over to Spencer who was running around chasing the kids and pretending that he was a monster or something.

She giggled and watched him. When he realized that she was standing there she waved him over. He pushed his hair out of his face and told the kids he’d be back in a little while and then walked over to Y/N.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked.

She smiled. “You’re adorable.” She told him, glancing back at Eloise who climbed up on the rock thingy and shouted like she made it to the top of Everest. “And my mom said she and my dad are pulling in so…”

Spencer smiled, clearing his throat. “Should we get Eloise, too? I’m sure she’d like to see them.”

Y/N shook her head. “Oh, she wouldn’t remember them. They haven’t been around since she was just a few months old.” She saw how Spencer’s face fell and shook her head again. “No but it’s okay! It’s fine! We’re fine. Come on, we’ll get Eloise to talk to them during lunch.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the pavilion where a bunch of people stood talking and eating the fruit and chips Penelope and Derek had set out.

“Y/N!” She heard her father’s voice and she smiled. He and Y/N’s mother emerged from the crowd holding hands.

“Dad, hey! Hi, mom!” They hugged her and Spencer stood behind her awkwardly.

She pulled away and noticed Y/N’s mom giving Spencer a judgy once over. She inhaled deeply and bit her lip. “Uh… mom, dad. This is my boyfriend, Spencer.”

Her mother stepped forward and held her hand out. “I’m y/m/n. Good to meet you.”

Her father did the same. “Nice to meet you, Spencer.”

“You guys too.” He spoke, shaking their hands because he was too nervous to tell them that he didn’t like to do that.

Y/N cleared her throat after the moment of awkward silence. “Uh… okay. Well there’s wine and juice on those tables. Also, just some little snacks things. The pizza is on the way and Eloise will come see you guys when it’s here!” She kissed their cheeks and then grabbed Spencer’s wrist and tugging him away.

They stopped by the edge of the concrete where it met the mulch from the playground. Y/N took a deep breath and smiled at Eloise who waved at her from the top of the pirate ship thing.

JJ, Hotch, and Derek had joined them, talking amongst themselves. Y/N turned to Spencer. “I’m sorry that was so awkward.” She whispered.

“It’s okay, baby.” He assured her, nodding.

Y/N pressed her lips together. “I just— I don’t know why they’re here they never have been for any of her other birthdays—“ She stopped mid sentence when her eyes glided over the park. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat.

“Y/N?”

She pulled away from his side and began to walk quickly towards a man near the playground.

“Y/N!?” Spencer called. He began to walk after her. He looked back at Derek, JJ, and Hotch who furrowed their brows.

The man saw her and his eyes widened. “What the fuck!?” She shouted. She got to him and pushed him quickly. “What the fuck are you doing here!?”

The man started stuttering and backed away from her. “Y/N, wait—“

“No, you need to leave. Now.” She poked his chest.

Spencer caught up to her and grabbed her shoulders. “Y/N who is this? What’s wrong?” He asked, not looking away from the man.

“This asshole is Eloise’s father.”

Spencer’s eyes widened and he protectively stepped in front of her. Y/N grabbed the fabric of his shirt in her fists.

“You don’t get to be here.” She mumbled, moving from behind her boyfriend. She pushed the man back again. “You don’t get to fucking be here, Jake!”

“Listen—“ He held his hands out in front of him and stepped back. “I just— I heard about it on Facebook and I thought I’d stop by—“

Y/N scoffed and Spencer could hear the tears in her voice. “You left us and you thought you could just— just stop by!?” She shouted. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Y/N, listen. Please.” Spencer shook his head and stepped in front of her again.

“She doesn’t have to listen to anything you say. Get the hell out of here.” He told him. His voice was calm but his face was most definitely not.

Jake scoffed. “Who are you? Some guy playing like you’re my kid’s father?”

“Someone fucking had to.” Spencer said. “I’ll say it one more time, walk away.”

He looked at Y/N. “Come on, let me talk to her. Let me just see her, Y/N. Please.”

She bit her lip and looked up at him. “Why, Jake?”

“What?” He asked, his brows furrowing, a confused smile on his lips.

Y/N’s glare hardened. “Why do you want to see her so badly? Why, after four years?”

He rolled his eyes. “Because she’s mine too, Y/N.”

She shook her head, an angry smile appearing on her face. “No, you lost that the minute you left.” She nodded. “The minute you decided to pack your shit and move across the state? Yeah, she’s not yours and she never fucking will be. So, I swear to God, if you do not leave this park in 30 seconds, I’m going to fucking kill you.” Jake looked scared.

Derek and Hotch walked up behind Spencer and Y/N hearing the last of her threat. Spencer placed a hand on his girlfriend’s back as Jake turned around quickly and walking towards his car that was parked against the curb.

Y/N’s shoulders shook and she turned around, covering her face and walking into Spencer who wrapped his arms around her.

“Do we need to make sure that man leaves?” Hotch asked Spencer. He nodded and Hotch and Derek began to make their way towards the car that hadn’t started yet.

Spencer rubbed his girlfriend’s back. “I hate him!” She sobbed. “He ruined everything! And then he just gets to— to show up like he decided he wants to be a fucking father!?”

He rocked her back and forth as she cried and let out her very violent feelings about Jake, making sure to talk into his chest so no one else could hear it.

After Y/N calmed down, she pulled away from Spencer but looked up at him. “Am I a snotty mess?” She asked.

Spencer chuckled and nodded reluctantly. “Yes but it’s okay. We’ll fix it, okay?”

Y/N smiled but got serious for a second. “Spencer, if you’re planning to leave, I need you to tell me.” He almost spoke but he realized that she wasn’t done. “Because I can’t do this whole thing again. I need to know that you’re here and you’re staying. And if you’re not, I need you to tell me now.”

Spencer leaned down and kissed her deeply. “Y/N, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it as many times as you need me to.” He nodded. “I will never leave you and Eloise. You two are like— my entire world now and I can’t even remember what life was like before you.”

Y/N smiled and sighed in relief. “I am so in love with you and I can’t even explain how much.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

After the Jake incident, the party went by smoothly. They ate pizza and Eloise caught up with her grandma and grandpa.

Eloise absolutely loved present time. She got so many new toys and clothes that Y/N couldn’t even imagine where she’d put it all.

Even Spencer bought her a tiny kid keyboard that she knew she would love. She leaned over to Spencer when Eloise moved on to the next present. “I told you you didn’t have to get her anything.” She whispered.

Spencer tightened his arm around her waist. “I wanted to. Also Eloise deserves it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I swear, I’m gonna sound proof her room ‘cause she’s gonna be playing that thing night and day.”

Spencer chuckled and winked at her. “You’re welcome.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Now, the three of them sat on the balcony of Y/N’s apartment on the outdoor couch, eating ice cream. The sun was setting and Eloise was curled up between Y/N and Spencer.

“You have a good birthday, Eloisey?” Y/N asked, wiping ice cream off of the corner of the girl’s mouth.

She nodded rapidly. “I had a weally good birfday.” Y/N smiled, and looked up at Spencer.

Soon enough, Eloise had fallen asleep with her head in Y/N’s lap and her feet in Spencer’s.

Y/N knew that this is how she could see her future. Spencer was there, maybe another kid, a house with a dog or a cat, she wasn’t picky. She just knew that this is how it was supposed to be.

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YAYYYYYYYYYY

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The next chapter of How To Lie To A Behavior Analyst is in the works still!!!

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pov: your instagram but you’re dating aaron hotchner (part 2)

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its(Y/L/N): the love of my life and aaron :) #wheninlondon 🇬🇧

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itspennyg: WEEEE LONDON!!! have the best time my lovely furry friends 💘

↳ its(Y/L/N): aaron did not enjoy the furry friends BUT we’ll get you loads of penelope coded things :) miss you!!

e.prentiss: oh coffee is the love of everyone’s life ❤️

↳ jenniferjareau: mine would be cheetos

↳ its(Y/L/N): we know that. your breath smells like cheetos

spencer.reid: i believe (Y/N)’s love language is to bully hotch

↳ jenniferjareau: it’s so weird to think about because he’s our unit chief…..

↳ aaron_hotchner: the bullying never stops in the hotchner household

↳ its(Y/L/N): don’t forget the loaf of bread and baguette retaliation :)

↳ aaron_hotchner: jesus christ please stop with the breads

↳ e.prentiss: no (Y/N) keep going with the breads

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its(Y/L/N): “no, coco is mine.” and do you think coco enjoys being in your arms 🤨 #dognapper

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spencer.reid: what is even so endearing about that rat?

↳ its(Y/L/N): no clue why i started dating him honestly

↳ e.prentiss: it should’ve been our ship that sailed 🙄

↳ derekmorgan: hotch gotta watch out for emily, she’s about to steal his girl

↳ aaron_hotchner: she’s right, she’s out of my league. i don’t know why she did either

↳ its(Y/L/N): AARON, BABY :( i love you, you’re the one out of my league

↳ aaron_hotchner: also, emily– why not make the ship sail with cheeto breath?

↳ itspennyg: LET THE JEMILY SHIP SAIL 🚢🤍

↳ jenniferjareau: man when will i ever stop being called cheeto breath I HAVE A NAME

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its(Y/L/N): cause of my death: my boyfriend in a polo shirt playing golf 😩

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derekmorgan: any news about the women fawning over him?

↳ e.prentiss: we haven’t received texts in the group chat so im assuming all is well (for now)

↳ aaron_hotchner: she followed me like a lost puppy and publicly displayed her affection to make sure they knew.

↳ jenniferjareau: well! looks like you’re not gonna be attacked by bread this time

↳ its(Y/L/N): no he’s gonna be attacked by bread when we get home

↳ daverossi: i just have to say– why do you have to attack him with bread?

↳ itspennyg: so she doesn’t waste money buying a weapon and if she attacks with bread, she can eat it afterwards, mr. holy pasta man 🍝🧔🏻‍♂️

↳ aaron_hotchner: (Y/N) just said it’s because she can and she will…not because she found out about the soccer moms fawning over me from the clubhouse this time

↳ e.prentiss: the bread retaliation will literally never stop

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its(Y/L/N): my handsome boyfriend being all grumpy and it’s tempting to smooch him all over 🥺

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e.prentiss: you both are my close friends but you have to tone the mushiness down at work

↳ itspennyg: NO LET THE LOVEBIRDS BE. PENNY LOVES LOVE 🤭❤️

↳ jenniferjareau: penelope you’d be glad you don’t have to be with (Y/N) out in the field because she goes feral when she sees hotch with kevlar vest

↳ its(Y/L/N): uh no i don’t. psh kevlar vest? nah doesn’t look good on him. i don’t know what you’re talking about

↳ spencer.reid: your respiratory rate increases whenever you see hotch wear that and in general your pupils dilate when you just see hotch

↳ its(Y/L/N): go choke, spencer

derekmorgan: she wants another dog, doesn’t she?

↳ aaron_hotchner: yeah. she saw one at this little adoption event held at the park last week

↳ daverossi: you’re about to give in, aren’t you?

↳ e.prentiss: the silence is loud, of course he’s going to give in to her

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its(Y/L/N): why has he not looked at me for the past hour :(

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derekmorgan: i smell jealousy in the air 👀

↳ spencer.reid: who? hotch or (Y/N)?

↳ jenniferjareau: have you not seen hotch’s eyebrows go deeper than it usually is, spence?

↳ e.prentiss: sulky (Y/N) is also my favorite version of her

↳ its(Y/L/N): i just want my boyfriend to give me attention :(

↳ daverossi: guess aaron’s still a jealous man when it comes to detective peralta aka that goofy detective here in brooklyn.

↳ aaron_hotchner: i don’t know what you’re talking about, dave.

↳ itspennyg: sir hotch, don’t you worry! detective peralta is in no way infatuated with our (Y/N) because he’s happily chained to detective santiago

↳ spencer.reid: i don’t know whether i should thank you for this penelope, but i did not miss the mushiness of lovesick (Y/N)

↳ e.prentiss: aaaaand we’re back to the madly in love hotch and (Y/N)

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its(Y/L/N): i am gifting everyone with young aaron hotchner because i simply cannot stop swooning

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aaron_hotchner: sweetheart, i love you but– this is embarrassing.

↳ e.prentiss: this feels almost illegal to see. what even happened to you?

↳ jenniferjareau: i seriously cannot believe this was hotch

↳ itspennyg: HOTCH??? I AM??? IN ABSOLUTE SHOCK??? 😧

↳ spencer.reid: just erase the wrinkles and lessen his eyebrows a tad bit, we’ll come up with the image of the present aaron hotchner.

↳ derekmorgan: boss man must’ve gotten a lot of ladies

↳ its(Y/L/N): my man’s so handsome though. present or past >:( also morgan, no

↳ aaron_hotchner: my girl :) and morgan, i do not want to bread to be thrown at me

↳ daverossi: she’s saying that so you could let her get that dog.

↳ its(Y/L/N): literally go choke on pasta, rossi 😒

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its(Y/L/N): someone sent jack and i to run errands just so he could send me this selfie saying “come home mama” 🥺 HE GAVE IN TO ME. welcome to the hotchners, cooper! 🐾🤍

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e.prentiss: i simply cannot believe how much of a simp hotch is for you

↳ derekmorgan: she should make him give us more weekends 😉

↳ its(Y/L/N): your wish is my command my lovely friends

itspennyg: every time (Y/N) uses ‘welcome to the hotchners’, i forget you two aren’t married :( WHEN WILL I HEAR THE WEDDING BELLS 🙈👀

↳ aaron_hotchner: soon enough, garcia.

↳ jenniferjareau: hotch, im gonna need you to pay for my ear check-up because (Y/N) just called me to screech into the phone

↳ spencer.reid: yeah, you’re gonna need to pay for two check-ups.

↳ e.prentiss: make that three, she busted out my ear drums. put a ring on her now, hotch

↳ its(Y/L/N): EXCUSE ME I DID NOT SCREECH IN YOUR EARS 😒

↳ aaron_hotchner: i heard you from the sidewalk when i threw out the trash, sweetheart.

↳ daverossi: i don’t know whether i should be terrified or amused. but im gonna need that (Y/L/N)-hotchner wedding soon.

A/N: im enjoying way too much with this fake social media thing and this makes me yearn more for our favorite grumpy dilf 😒 ANYWAYS i hope you love it, lmk what you think :)

ps. yes i did put brooklyn 99 in the cm universe 🤭 just want my crime fighting worlds to collide <3

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[hotchs-bitch]

Fluffy Feb Day 1- First Date

Warnings: sleep interrupted, angsty-ish start (sorry)

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

Word Count: 942

A/N: here we go!!! I’m crazy excited for this month; these blurbs have been a labour of love, and I really hope y’all enjoy them :)

When Aaron first asked you out, two months after moving into the apartment down the hall from yours, you were ecstatic. Of course you were.

After all, he’s tall and handsome and kind. He’s always quick to smile at you in the elevator, or make his son laugh. You’ve only seen the kid once or twice, but the gentleness with which Aaron treats him is a dead giveaway that tells you how cherished he is.

All in all, you were excited to go on a date with Aaron. You’ve been excited ever since he came over to ask for a cup of sugar and ended up asking you out instead. You’ve been excited for four months now, and that excitement is slowly waning into the understanding that he just doesn’t want to go out with you.

Why else would he cancel this many times, usually at the last minute? Why else would he only use your phone number to text you, abruptly getting your attention at the oddest hours of the night just to say ‘I’m sorry, something came up’, or ‘I won’t be able to make it tomorrow’, or ‘Can you collect my mail for a few days?’?

It’s hardly subtle anymore, and it’s getting harder to ignore the facts. He obviously regrets asking you out. He doesn’t want to make things weird, since you’re neighbours.

It’s a little confusing that he keeps rescheduling, though. ‘I have to work Saturday’ is always followed by, ‘But does next week work for you?’, until the day that it isn’t.

He cancels for the hundredth time, as he always does, at the last minute by citing a work emergency. No text follows, no attempt made to reschedule. Just ‘I’m going to have to work tonight’.

Maybe it’s the lack of apology, or the lack of response to your, ‘It’s okay. Raincheck?’ that makes you realize that you’ve given Aaron far too many chances by now. You won’t be going out with him, and you just have to accept that.

Well, you’ve officially got no plans for your Friday night. Eventually you go to sleep early with a frown on your face, and a phone that doesn’t ping with a text from Aaron all night.

———

You’re awoken shortly after 7 AM by a knock on your door. It’s so early that the sun is barely up, casting the room into a dim sunrise glow as you scramble to find a robe and get to the door before the knocking ceases.

When the door opens, it reveals Aaron with a bundle of flowers in one hand and the other poised to knock again. He freezes in position, but quickly schools himself into a smile and holds out the flowers. “I hope I didn’t wake you,” he greets.

The confusion on your face prompts him to continue speaking while you take in his appearance. He looks dishevelled in dark blue jeans and a black polo shirt, there’s dark bags under his eyes, and his hair is tufted up in the back. You’re so busy staring that you almost forget to listen to him.

“We just landed an hour ago. I didn’t feel right, cancelling on you again, so…” he holds the flowers out again, and this time you take them. “I was hoping for a redo. Can I take you out for breakfast?”

“You look exhausted,” is the first thing you can think to say, and he gives you a tired smile in return. “Are you seriously wanting to go out right now?”

“Yes.” The affirmation gives no room for argument. “I want to take you out. I’ve been wanting to for months, so I think we should take the chance while we’ve got it.”

One hand comes up to scrub over your face, wiping away traces of sleep. “It’s seven in the morning.”

“It is.” He looks back at you with eyes that narrow slightly, as though in realization. “You were sleeping.”

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself on the doorframe with one hand. Aaron is still looking at you with a guilty grimace on his face, not speaking. 

“I’ll tell you what,” you say after an agonizing silence, “You can take me out to breakfast. But,” you hurry to finish speaking before he can get too excited, “That has to be our second date.”

A slowly-growing smile replaces the guilt on Aaron’s face. “So, what should the first date be?” He asks, leaning against the side of the doorframe opposite to your hand. “Since you’ve got all these ideas.”

“I think we should take a nap.” You open your door the rest of the way, giving Aaron an in that he takes with a small step forward. “I barely slept, and you look like you don’t remember what a bed looks like.”

“That obvious?” He scratches the back of his head, and you smile as the bashful gesture as you usher him in to the apartment.

“Very obvious. Besides,” you point out as the apartment door closes and Aaron takes your hand in his, “What kind of restaurant is open this early on a Saturday?”

You aren’t sure about this whole date thing, not at all. His work schedule is unpredictable at best, he’s obviously got a wildly different sleep schedule than you, and he’s got a kid. Are you ready to be a parent, if it ends up going that well? You aren’t sure.

But when Aaron tilts his head back and laughs aloud at your comment- whether it’s from exhaustion or thinking you’re just that funny, you can’t be sure- you know that you’ll do whatever you can to make this work.

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[ihavemanyhusbands]

hi! i'm absolutely in love with your Hotch x Latina!reader 🥺 could you make one where he's in public and you start to dirty talk in spanish and he already KNOWS the meanings of the words and he has to act like he's not turned on bc of your accent? 😔 and then maybe some filth when they get home 😈

❤️🙏🏽❤️ sim obrigado por isso mami

“…Y luego te voy a besar ahí donde te gusta…”

(And then I’m going to kiss you in that spot you really like…)

“Amor…” Aaron warned, but his voice was ragged.

You pulled back a little to look at him, grinning like the cheshire cat. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He was trying to downplay how flustered he was, looking down intently at the bill. Still, his hand was squeezing your knee under the table.

“What?” You said, feigning innocence and batting your lashes prettily.

“May I remind you that we’re still in a very crowded restaurant?”

“It’s just you in that polo, so irresistible. Look at these strong arms. Mmm, te voy a comer vivo….”

(I’m going to eat you alive)

He chuckled. “You’re still hungry? We just had lunch, mamita.”

“Si papi, but you’ll be my dessert as soon as we get home.”

And that promise was kept, because you didn’t even get to the living room before he had you against the wall, pushing up your sundress.

You reached behind you with a small chuckle, trying to find his belt.

“And I thought I was the eager one,” you said.

“You know the effect you have on me, and you use it against me,” he said, smacking your ass once. “Naughty girl.”

You gasped as he shoved your panties to the side, slowly sinking into you.

“Di mi nombre,” he growled in your ear, hips snapping against yours.

(Say my name)

And you did, you moaned it so sweetly, because you could deny him nothing.

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[ameliora-j]

Aaron Hotchner finally took a page outta Rossi's book and got with a black woman and his life was forever changed. He always felt like there was something missing, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He talked to Rossi about it one day and he told him that he'd been in his shoes before meeting his second wife. Hotch took it with a grain of salt before a chance encounter had him revisiting the conversation. Everything was different for him from the first conversation and she made everything better for him. Vibes? Leveled up. Music taste? Leveled up. Casual styles? Leveled up. He already had BDE before her, but she took him to a whole new level and he worships the ground she walks on. He dotes on her and is super soft with her, but when it's time to do it (😏) he's rough, but gentle. He's slutted her out a few times though, she didn't know how big of a freak he was until they finally got super comfortable in their sexual relationship. Long story short, he's a whore, but only for his princess 🥰 (sorry that was so long lol)

DO NOT EVER BE SORRY I’VE BEEN FUCKING WAITING FOR THIS ONE

content: spicy (no smut but suggestive), mainly fluff though!!

he’s so so respectful and he honestly didn’t think much would come of it when rossi set him up with you. the both of you went into this blind date thinking that maybe you’d have a new friend or perhaps a hookup but not much else. but the second that aaron hotchner laid eyes on you, he was a goner. you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever set his eyes upon.

he couldn’t help but stare at your lips as you spoke, and he was completely enamored with every single one of your features. he makes sure to tell you that every chance he gets, too. he loves to learn new things about your culture and what all the slang means. you giggle everytime you use an aave term and he gives you a clueless little “what’s that mean?”

he pays for your hair!! sugar daddy!hotch is my favorite hotch! all he asks is that you send him 3 options to choose from and he sends you the money for it. and then when you come home, he greets you with a gentle “can i touch it…?”

teaching him your wash day routine and eventually he becomes so well versed in it that you let him do it when you’re too tired or to lazy too. eventually he starts memorizing how long you go in between wash days and asking if he can do it for you and it quickly becomes his favorite time to spend with you.

helps you take down all of your protective styles and is just so so gentle with it. when you’re cuddling and you’re head is on his chest, you constantly worry that your hair is in his way (when it’s out natural). always self consciously saying “i’m sorry, i know my hair gets in the way and trying to smooth it down.”

he just shushes you and gently grabs your wrist muttering “stop that, it’s beautiful” as he kisses your hair.

THE BDE AND THE STYLE CHANGE ABSOLUTELY. aaron is already a dilf there’s no question. but once you start dating him? he ditches the t-shirts and polos, you get him a nice silver chain that he constantly has on and help him up his shoe game. you have millions and millions of matching pairs of sneakers (paid for by his credit card ofc bc he’ll be damned if he lets you spend a single cent on absolutely anything).

you are first and foremost a strong independent black woman who doesn’t need a man, and aaron absolutely respects that,, but when you’re with him? you’re a spoiled princess and he won’t hear anything else. he’s literally the only one that can both tolerate and fix your attitude.

say you’re used to toxic relationships and arguments, so immediately in a disagreement you start with the push back and the yelling and the attitude. aaron let’s you rant and vent and scream at him and then j looks at you with a raised brow and asks “are you done? cus i’m prepared to have a conversation and work this out when you are sweetheart.”

or or or or smth petty like you’re j annoyed with the whole day and you snap at him? within seconds he squeezing your jaw and glaring down at you asking “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” you lose the confidence quick as you squeak put a quick apology.

rossi starts to notice the changes in aaron. in his attitude, his style, the way he carries himself. rossi just leans over to him and chuckles out an ‘i told you so.’

aaron makes a mental note to thank david as the two of you are laid in bed, he’s putting your hair up into your bonnet and dragging you to his chest to watch a movie—jack snuggling up between you guys when he finishes up getting ready for bedtime.

aaron hotchner belongs to the black women if you think otherwise smd

#nani’s angels 👼🏽 #fanmail 💌 #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner x black!fem!reader #black!reader #black!fem!reader #nani.headcanons

[sequinsmile-x]

Hear me out hear me out… Bearded Hotch fic… more specifically bearded Hotch distracting Emily during a case🤝🤝

....bestie i want you to know this made me write smut in my childhood bedroom. At EASTER.

Anyway.

This...got away from me.

I hope you all enjoy this <3

-x-

Scorched

Emily struggles to concentrate at work after she and Aaron get back from their honeymoon.

The beard, that she usually loves, only makes it worse.

-x-

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: 18 +, Smut, gratuitous mentions of Aaron's beard.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“Two black coffees for Emily?” 

Emily smiles as she steps forward to the counter, hiding a yawn and reaching for the drinks, “Thanks, can I have some Splenda?” 

She hides a smile as the barista dumps several packets on the counter with little fanfare and reaches for two packets, tearing them open before dumping them into the coffee intended for her. She’s just finished stirring it and making sure the lid is back on the takeaway cup when she feels a familiar presence at her back, her husband's hand sliding onto her waist. 

“Do you want the bad news, or the bad news?” Aaron says, kissing the top of her head as she turns and hands him his coffee. The sight of him makes something in her stomach flip. He was still in ‘honeymoon mode.’ He was wearing jeans and a black polo shirt that he had no business looking so good in. At her insistence, he hadn’t shaved his face since they’d left home, so his beard had grown out, making him impossibly more handsome. 

She groans, scrunching her nose up as his words register, “Are those my only options?” She asks, trying to stretch her neck out by shifting her head side to side, her muscles tight after the flight home. 

She hated flying commercial. 

“Sadly, yes,” he replies, his arm around her waist as he guides her away from the airport cafe.

She sighs, “Go on then.” 

“The airline has lost our luggage,” he says and she stops, turning to look at him, her eyebrows creased.

“They what?” She exclaims, rolling her eyes, “I really fucking hate flying commercial.” 

“I know you do, Em,” he says, kissing her temple, “But sadly the FBI doesn’t consider our honeymoon as a reason to borrow the jet.”

She hums, “More’s the pity,” she quips, smiling at him, “What’s the other bad news?” 

He sighs, “Garcia called when I was talking to the airline staff about our luggage,” he says, scratching absentmindedly at his beard, the crackling sound of the short hair against his nails enough to make her wish they were back in their very nice hotel suite, “We’ve got a case in New York.” 

Emily blows out a breath and rests her forehead against his shoulder, “Welcome back I guess.” 

Aaron chuckles and cups her cheek, guiding her in for a kiss, his lips firm against hers, “Love you.” 

She smiles widely, her cheeks aching with it as she leans in to kiss him once more, taking one more bit of her Aaron before they had to be Hotch and Prentiss again. 

“Love you too,” she says, reaching out for his hand and linking their fingers together, “At least we have go-bags in the car.” 

“My razor is gone though,” he grumbles, his irritation at being what he would consider unkempt clear. It makes her laugh as they start to walk towards the parking garage. 

“Now that is what I would consider good news,” she says, “I love the beard.” 

He shakes his head at her and squeezes her hand, “Come on, I said we’d meet the team at the jet.” 

___

It’s only when Aaron steps out of the jet bathroom, now wearing his suit, that she realises how much trouble she’s in. Something about his beard disappearing down past his shirt collar and tie is enough to switch her brain off completely, and suddenly she finds herself wishing she’d let him get changed into the clothes from his go-bag first so she would have had a second to gather herself in the bathroom. 

Aaron joins her, sitting in the spare seat next to her, and she’s highly aware of how much the others are staring at them, different variations of amusement written across their faces. 

“So, how was Barbados?” JJ asks, leaning back in her chair with a smile on her face and Emily narrows her eyes, a subtle promise she’d get her back for starting the conversation. 

“It was beautiful,” Emily says, turning to smile at her husband as he places his hand on her thigh, “The ten days went quickly.”

“You both look…pale,” Derek comments, enjoying as they both stiffen slightly, their cheeks tinged with a touch of embarrassment, “Must be Emily’s diligence with the sunscreen.” 

“Or, maybe they never left the room,” Penelope says, sounding far too delighted and interjecting from the laptop she was dialling in on, and Emily doesn’t think she’s ever been more tempted to slam it shut and disconnect the call. 

“You know,” Dave says, a shit-eating grin on his face, “If you weren’t going to leave the room at all I could have given you the keys to my place in Martha’s Vineyard, would have saved you the expense of a vacation to Barbados.” 

“Emily has some sunburn on her neck,” Spencer says absentmindedly, and she can feel everyone else turning to look at her. She pulls at the collar of her shirt to cover the mark that she knew spread from the base of her neck down past her collarbone and onto her chest. 

Derek looks back and forth between her and Aaron, smiling as he notices how they aren’t looking at each other, “That’s not sunburn, genius. That’s beard bur-”

“I think it’s time we focused on the case,” Aaron says, cutting off Derek before the conversation could go any further, and Emily isn’t sure she’s ever loved him more.

___

She thinks she must be losing her mind. 

She was used to wanting Aaron, used to how the desire for him would thrum under her skin. An itch that only he could scratch. Before they got together it drove her crazy, but she could control it. Her imagination her only relief. She had, naively, thought it would get better after they became a couple, a kiss outside of her apartment that felt slow and rushed at the same time changing everything between them. 

She had, of course, been wrong. 

It somehow got worse. She would watch him command a room with nothing except a stern look and she knew how it felt to be taken apart by him. How he somehow knew her body from the very start, exploring her like he not only had the manual for it but like he’d written the damn thing. 

Emily knew she wasn’t alone, that she had the same power over him, but in moments like this, that was little consolation. 

The beard was making it even worse than usual. As was the fact she’d just had uninterrupted access to him for ten days. They’d had over a week of just the two of them and a very expensive hotel suite they’d barely left. 

“Prentiss?” 

She looks up, and realises that everyone was staring at her. She clears her throat, and looks at her husband, and she doesn’t miss how his eyebrows crease, a flicker of concern flashing across his eyes. 

“Yes?” She replies, clearing her throat in an attempt to mask the slight shake to it. Derek smothers a poorly covered laugh and she kicks him under the table. 

“You ok?” Aaron asks, watching her curiously, the frown doing nothing to help her shake off the feeling of how much she wanted him. 

She nods, “Yes, I think I just need some coffee.” 

“Isn’t Barbados the same timezone as DC?” Dave asks, smirking at her, “And New York?” 

She narrows her eyes at him and stands up, “Yes, but we did fly overnight.” 

She vaguely pays attention as Aaron tells them all it’s time for a break, and she heads towards the bathrooms, walking down an empty hallway just to give herself a second alone. 

She doesn’t get even halfway to the bathroom before she hears her husband behind her. 

“Em? Are you ok?” 

She sighs and turns to look at him, her arms crossed over her chest, “I’m fine, Aaron. I promise.” 

He steps towards her and reaches out, his hand on her arm, and it makes her pull back, sure that his touch alone would be enough to undo her. She feels guilty when he looks hurt, and she curses herself for not being able to keep her shit together. 

“Sweetheart-”

“I’m fine,” she assures him, swallowing thickly before she breathes out a slow breath, “I’m just…distracted.” 

“Distracted?” He asks, concern turning into confusion, and she idly wonders how a man who was so smart could also be so clueless, “That’s not like you. Distracted by what?” 

She stares at him for a moment, shaking her head at him before she answers, “By you, Aaron.” 

“What?” He asks, looking himself up and down, “What am I doing?” 

She looks up to the ceiling for a moment, making a mental note to talk to him about this in more depth when she wasn’t sure the horniness could kill her. It was ridiculous that he couldn’t see it. That he was so unaware of the power he had, and she needed to, once again, let him know. 

“You just look…hot,” she says quietly, looking behind her to make sure they are still alone. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment she can’t hide from him, “It’s the beard.” 

She watches as her words register, his eyebrows raising, and he scratches at the beard almost absentmindedly at the mere mention of it. She can’t but think of how it felt against her skin, the beard burn on her chest and on her upper thighs twitching at the mere sight of it. 

“Em, we were on honeymoon for over a week, I didn’t shave that entire time.” 

She groans, her cheeks getting even pinker, tinged with arousal and a hint of embarrassment, “I know,” she grumbles, looking him up and down. Her eyes shifting from the beard to his suit. A mix of her Aaron and Hotch blending together right in front of her in a way that made her feel more like a horny lovesick teenager rather than the married woman with self-control she actually was. She steps closer, the smell of his cologne enough to almost knock her off her feet, and she whispers through her teeth, “But you weren’t wearing a fucking suit in Barbados.” 

He frowns, looking down at what he is wearing in confusion, “The suit makes a difference?” 

“Yes, Aaron,” she says, her voice sounding strained as if it was taking everything not to jump him right here in the mostly empty hallway of the precinct they were in, “The suit makes a big difference.” 

He has the audacity to smile at her. He steps towards her, closer than he usually would get when they were working, and she knows he’s been affected by her confession, the honeymoon effect still lingering in his blood too. 

“All I can think about are those marks underneath your clothes,” he whispers against her ear, close enough that she can feel his beard scratch against her skin. Her breath catches in her chest and he huffs out a laugh, making her shiver as it travels across her cheek, “If you can focus on your work, maybe I’ll make some more later.” 

He smiles at her as he pulls back, once again putting a professional distance between them, and she briefly considers pulling him into the supply closet they were standing next to. She watches as he walks away and she shakes her head, feeling even more distracted than she had just moments before. 

When she makes it back into the conference room, coffee in hand, the team all look a little too amused for her liking. 

“I thought your sex life was meant to get worse after you got married,” Dave says, smirking as he watches her watch Aaron walk back towards them. 

“Maybe thats why all four of your marriages failed, Dave,” Emily quips, raising her eyebrow at him in challenge as she sits down. 

“Three marriages, Bella,” Dave corrects her, “How many times do I have to tell you it’s three marriages.” 

“Oh,” she replies sarcastically, “I stand corrected. Three. You really must know what you’re talking about.” 

Derek snickers, hiding his smile behind his mug of coffee as Emily turns her glare on him, “Wow, Princess. I forgot how mean you are when you’re horny.” 

___

It takes two days for them to solve the case, and Emily thinks they might be the longest two days of her life. 

They barely get any time to sleep, just a handful of hours in their hotel room where they have just enough time to rest and shower, and it’s done alone. The team works in shifts in the nearby precinct, taking turns to head to the hotel for a break. Emily knows Aaron has barely left the precinct, having woken up both mornings in their hotel room by herself. 

By the time the case is solved, the unsub transported to jail by the local cops, it’s too late for the jet to be prepared for them, so the team resolve to stay another night. 

Aaron still had his beard. 

Their luggage hadn’t shown up, and he was very specific about the type of razor he used, so had decided to wait until they got home to shave instead of buying a cheap one from the local pharmacy. 

Ever since she’d told him how much he was distracting her, she was sure he was touching his face more often. Making a point of straightening his collar to draw attention to his neck, the hair disappearing down below the crisp white line. A subtle attempt to rile her up, walking the fine line between being her boss who needed her to work, and being her husband who knew how he would reap the rewards. 

As they walk into the hotel, the team just behind them, she feels relief she hasn’t felt since they packed their now lost suitcases in their suite in Barbados. The anticipation slowly taking over the desire, because she knew the moment their hotel room door was closed behind them she was having him. 

“Anyone fancy a drink-”

“No,” Emily says, cutting over Dave’s question before he can finish, her fingers linking through her husband's as she drags him towards the elevator, “See you all in the morning.” 

She flips them off over her shoulder as JJ and Dave laugh, purposely ignoring Derek’s question to them all if any of them had a room on their floor, followed by Spencer’s quiet admission that he did. 

“Was that really necessary?” Aaron whispers, his voice dripping with amusement. His hands on her hips and his lips against her temple as they step into the mercifully empty elevator.

Her response is to turn to face him, her lips fierce against his as she pulls him close, her hand on his cheek. She barely registers it as he presses the button for their floor before he pulls her closer, his arms tight around her. 

“Very necessary,” she replies, pulling back just enough to talk, “So fucking necessary.”

If asked, she wouldn’t know how they made it to their room, remembering only how he was behind her, hands on her hips and face buried in her neck the entire way. The scratch of his skin against hers a match striking the fire that had been simmering for days. 

The door is barely closed behind them before she’s against it, wedged between the heat of him and the cool wood of the door. He kisses her desperately as if it had been weeks not days, and she finds some satisfaction in the fact he’d clearly been feeling the same way as her ever since they’d returned from their honeymoon. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He pulls away from her, breathless as he trails kisses down her neck, alternating between biting at her skin and then soothing it with his tongue.

She’s so lost in it, so lost in him, that it takes her a moment to realise he’s talking to her, his words muffled against her throat.

“Do you have another shirt?” He asks, pulling back to look at her, and she tilts her head at him, her brain taking a moment to catch up with her before she nods. Barely a second later he tugs at both sides of her shirt, the buttons scattering across the floor before he pulls the remnants of it down her arms, falling to the ground beneath her. He takes a moment to look over her, his eyes lingering on the now fading red mark on her skin left by his beard, the bruises on her hips in the shape of his fingertips. Her bra was black, standing out against her pale skin and he groans, the need for her, his wife, burning him from the inside out, “Look at you.” 

She smiles, biting her lower lip and looking up at him through her long lashes, “You don’t look bad yourself.” 

She pulls him forward by the lapels of his jacket, sighing as his lips meet hers. She sweeps her tongue through his mouth, moaning as he presses his thigh between hers, her hips immediately rolling to try and get some desperately needed relief. 

“Fuck, Aaron,” she gasps, biting at his lower lip as he pulls away from her. They make quick work of the rest of her clothes, barely breaking apart as she steps out of her shoes and pants. She gasps as he pushes her back into the door, shivering at the cold wood against her heated skin. 

He takes his time to run his hands over her, watching with delight as she reacts just like she always had, her pale skin flushing. He pays attention to her hills and valleys, as familiar with her body as he was with her own. He smiles as he slips his fingers through her, groaning as he feels the slick of her, pressing his lips into her skin. 

“So wet for me, Em,” he murmurs, smiling as she turns her head to capture his kiss, “So, so wet.” 

“Please,” she murmurs, grasping the sleeve of his jacket tight enough he can feel her nails through the material, “Please.”

She watches as he kneels down in front of her, their eye contact not breaking for a second. He gently runs his fingers over her thighs, before he heaves one over his shoulder. He kisses her inner thigh, and the scratch of his beard against her sensitive skin makes her shiver, her legs clenching even though he’s barely touched her.

“Aaron-”

She’s cut off as he licks through her, her words lost to a moan as she grasps at his hair, her fingers pulling at the strands as he builds her up. She’s lost in it. The feeling of his tongue against her clit as he presses two fingers inside of her enough to drive her crazy. She tightens her thighs around his head, an involuntary movement that makes his beard scratch at her skin, the very thing that tips over the edge. It spreads through her body, every nerve ending sparking. As if she was a star collapsing in on itself. 

She has no idea how he manages to keep her upright. One of his hands on her waist as he holds her up whilst he works her through it, slowing down as she comes back to herself, her vision clearing. 

He pulls back and smiles up at her. She can see herself glistening on his beard and the debauchery of it makes the fire he had briefly stoked ignite again. She encourages him upward, almost falling as her leg slips off his shoulder. He keeps her steady, and she kisses him, groaning at the taste of herself on his tongue. She reaches for his belt, unfastening it and his pants with shaky hands. They get his pants down just far enough that she can free him, her skin warm as she wraps her hand around him. She’s just about to get on her knees when he stops her, pushing her firmly back into the door that they were yet to step away from. 

She frowns at him but he simply shakes his head, “Later,” he promises.

He heaves her thigh around his hip, both of them groaning as he slips against her, notching against her clit. He pushes forward, swallowing a moan as he enters her, the familiar feel of her around him enough to make him press his forehead against hers. 

“Fuck, Em,” he grits out, thrusting against her, “You feel so good.” 

“You too,” she replies breathlessly, shifting as she adjusts to the stretch of him, “Fuck, please move.” 

She doesn’t need to ask him twice. He pulls out and then pushes back into her, setting a punishing rhythm that shakes the door behind her. She tightens her leg around him, encouraging him even deeper and she stutters out a breath against his cheek. She can do nothing but hold onto him, barely thinking about the fact her back will be no doubt bruised in the morning. Another tattoo of his love against her skin that she would wear beneath her clothes. 

He groans as she clenches around him, her words of encouragement mumbled against his skin. “So close,” she chokes out, grasping at his still-clothed shoulders, her thigh trembling around his hips. 

He reaches between them and presses his thumb against her clit, rubbing small circles until she finally tips over the edge, taking him with her as he slams into her, each messy thrust punctuated by the rattling of the door as he muffles his growl into her skin. 

For a moment things are silent until they both start laughing. He pulls back to look at her and leans in to kiss her, a quick breathless thing against her lips. 

“You didn’t even get undressed,” she says breathlessly, scratching her nails against his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his beard. 

He smiles at her, pushing some stray hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear, “You didn’t exactly give me a chance.” 

She smiles, kissing him once more before he steps away, lamenting it as he slips out of her, “I can’t help that you’re so distracting.” 

He pulls his pants back up but doesn’t fasten them before linking his hand through hers, tugging her away from the door, “Shower?” 

She grimaces as she shifts side to side, “Yes please,” she lets him guide her to the bathroom, her legs still slightly shaky, and she looks up at him, “As much as I love the beard, I think I’ll be glad when it’s gone.” 

“Why?” He asks, flicking the light to the bathroom on. 

“Because I’ll actually be able to think of something other than being fucked by you.” 

He laughs and turns, making her squeal as he pulls her into his arms, his touch turning fervent again. 

“Well,” he says, leaning down and kissing her, his tongue sweeping through her mouth, “I’d better make the most of it then.”

___

The flight home is quiet, all of the team concentrating on their paperwork on the short journey home. 

Emily stretches in her seat, her body aching pleasantly as she settles back down, smiling as she thinks of the night before. Aaron throws her a smile across the table and winks, a simple gesture that lets her know he knows where her mind is. 

The laptop on the table chimes and Penelope’s face appears on the screen, and Emily groans. 

“Pen, as glad as I am to see you, please don’t say you have another case for us?” She says, wanting nothing more than to sleep in her own bed. 

“No, nothing like that,” she assures her, “It’s just…”

The team all look at each other, all of them exchanging concerned looks, “Just what, baby girl?” Derek says, looking at the screen. 

“Well, I have alerts set up on you guys and anywhere you stay within the FBI database, and there was a charge for one of the rooms that has come through on the bill as property damage.” 

“What?” Aaron says, frowning, his brow furrowing. “What kind of damage?” 

“Apparently the hinges of one of the doors are damaged. The whole door needs replacing.” 

Emily thinks if she’d had more sleep if she hadn’t been so enchanted by her husband and his fucking beard for days, she wouldn’t have reacted. But she does. She looks at Aaron, their wide eyes meeting as the others catch on, Dave laughing as he shakes his head at them. 

“You two really didn’t get it out of your system on the honeymoon, huh?” 

Emily groans and covers her eyes, unable to look at any of them, “Dave, please shut the fuck up.” 

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What To Expect | Part Two: Case Closed

18+

Summary: When a missing woman from 17+ years ago is murdered, her daughter calls 9-1-1.

warnings: Canon typical violence, 911 calls, mentions of kidnapping, rape, murder, police raids, gun mentions. Pregnancy symptoms, pregnancy tests,

Featuring Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jearau, William LaMontagne, David Rossi

word count: 3.7K

Masterlist

When her alarm goes off, she’s so ungodly tired, it’s as if she never slept. But she did. She had 8 hours of the freakiest, unprompted bad dreams that she’s ever had. She allows herself a couple minutes to lay in bed, eyes closed, soaking up the sun that was coming in through her blinds already. 

Luckily her work clothes were just a polo and jeans, noting too boring and easy as hell to get into when she was running late. She gets dressed, grabs her things, locks up her house and heads to work. She does stop for coffee, grabbing one for Colin on her way in as well, she really loved her job. 

She walks in with a smile, even though she just wants to yawn and sit back down. It was insane how tired she felt. 

“You good?” Colin notices, headset on and already on the job, he takes the coffee from her with a smile, “you look… nice?” 

She laughs, rolling her eyes softly, “thanks, I’m just exhausted.” 

“Well, buckle in,” he pats her shoulder, pointing her towards her desk, “cause it’s back-to-back calls so far and it’s only 9 am.” 

And then she’s on the clock.

—

It had been 3 weeks since he met Y/N, they’ve had 3 real dates, a few movie hang-outs and gone through 1 ovulation cycle together. Let’s just say, he’s a lot happier than normal. No longer needing his cane, he has a pep in his step that everyone notices. 

They’ve bugged him every day since the first date. It’s been evident that something good happened to him for quite some time, but he doesn’t admit it until today. With Hotch, because he has a good feeling about things. 

They agreed that they wouldn’t write up a co-parenting agreement until there was a child to take custody of, that being because Spencer thought it was bad luck. Planning for the future was the one sure way to ensure that it didn’t happen to him, this was the most important thing to happen to him, so he wasn’t going to chance it. 

After a mountain of morning paperwork and no new cases, he climbs the stairs to Hotch’s office and peaks his head in the door. 

“Hotch, can I ask you something?”

“What’s up?” He looks up from his desk, concerned probably because Spencer doesn’t often come to ask him for help unless it’s bad.

Spencer closes the door behind himself, wandering into his office and sitting in a chair across from him with a sigh. “Do you know any good family lawyers in the area?”

The concern on his face grows, his big brown eyes narrow on him and his brows furrow, “I do.”

“Erm, well, I need to write up some co-parenting agreement papers,” he can’t meet Aaron’s eyes as he says it. “So I need someone who’s good, and I figured you’d know, given everything…”

“Oh?” He’s just as shocked as Spencer suspected he’d be. “I didn’t know you were even seeing anyone?”

“I'm not— not really, me and a friend both want a kid so we’re starting the process of having a baby together,” he explains it differently than how it happened, for his own sanity. If Derek knew he met this woman online and had sex with her a few hours later, he’d never hear the end of it.

“April Clarke, I’ll pass your number on to her, she’ll be able to help,” he smiles, “I’m really happy for you, congratulations.” 

“We’re not pregnant yet,” it’s weird to even say it, “but soon, I’ll need to use some of my vacation days on appointments and things, and apply for paternity leave eventually, and she wants to meet all of you as well.”

“They’re going to be shocked to hear that you have a female friend they don’t know yet,” Hotch smiles.

He sighs, smiling slightly and pushing his long hair behind his ear, “I know, why do you think I’ve kept it to myself for 3 weeks?” 

“Penelope would probably throw a party just to meet her if you told them,” he offers up the idea, “it’s been a while since we’ve had a gathering.” 

“We’ll see,” Spencer stands up, straightening out his shirt as he does so, “I’ll let you get back to your paperwork.”

“Okay, and don’t worry, I won’t say anything until you do,” he assures him. 

“Thanks,” he gives him a nod before opening the door and returning to his desk.

— 

It starts with a simple question. 

“911, what’s your emergency?”

Depending on her luck, sometimes the answer was simple too. A fender bender, a broken arm at a playground, or a possible drunk driver on the highway thanks to some slight swerving… it was the things that had a quick answer that she favoured. 

Every once in a while she’d get one that was nowhere near simple. 

“Hi…” the voice is quiet, barely there, but the breathing that follows is heavy. 

“Hello? Is someone there?” 

There’s a sniffle and a shaky breath, “yeah. I um…I just don’t know what to call my emergency?”

“Okay,” that confuses her, she immediately flags down the floor manager, Colin, to assist, “do you want to maybe tell me what you’re going through and I can see how I can help you?”

“okay.” 

“Alright, well, I’m Y/N, what’s your name?” 

“Paige,” she starts to warm up to her. 

“Okay Paige, what’s going on?” 

“My dad lives in the up part, he only comes down to give us things, I’ve never seen the up part, my mom went with him the other day and I haven’t seen her since. So I came to the up part, and I remembered on the tv they said to call 9-1-1 if something bad happened.” 

As she’s listening, Y/N dispatches everything possible to the home she’s calling from. “Is it just you home? Do you have any siblings?” 

“I have 3 sisters, they’re down in our house.”

“And how old are you all?” 

“I’m 14, Sarah is 12, Olivia is 8 and Violet is 6.” 

They’re all so young. Her heart is breaking. “Do you know who the police are?” 

“Yeah?”

“I’ve sent some of my most trusted police friends to come over and help you, they’re going to look for your mom and make sure you’re okay. They’re about 8 minutes away,” she explains as best as possible. 

“And my sisters?” 

“And your sisters,” she agrees, “do you know what your mom's real name is?”

“Uh…” there’s a long pause. “No, I don’t think she’s ever told us, but dad sometimes called her Tilly.”

“That’s a good start for me,” she manages to smile, adding as much information to the report as possible. “Now when the police get there, it might be a little scary, can you take the phone with you down to wait with your sisters? Or is it attached to a cord?”

“It has a long curly thing attached to the wall,” she explains, it can probably reach down the stairs?” 

“Try it, go as far as you can and wait on the steps for help to—

“Oh no, no no no—

“What’s going on Paige?” 

“He’s back.” And the phone hangs up just like that.

“Shit,” Y/N whispers to herself. The whole conversation she kept thinking, she's so close to the FBI, Spencer should go help her. 

So she pulls out her phone, calls the number and waits. 

“Are you okay?” Spencer answers after half a ring. 

“No, there was a girl who I believe is the product of a kidnapper and a victim, she called 911 and said he hurt her mother, the address is close to you,”

“Send it, we’re on our way,” Spencer says, and she can hear him getting ready to rush out the door, and voices asking what’s going on. “There’s a murder and possible abduction happening down the road, 4 kids need help.” 

“Thank you,” Y/N whispers through the phone, “call me back when they’re safe? She hung up on me when he got home again.” 

“How far out are the cops?” 

“4 minutes, I sent 224-L16 first, he’s the closest,” she uses her dispatcher talk with him, knowing he’d understand.

“Sargent LaMontagne?” 

“Yep, he’s my best patrol officer,” Y/N has no idea how Spencer knows him. 

“That’s Henry’s dad,” she can hear his smile, and more questions from his side of the phone, voices she’s never heard before but are probably connected to names and stories Spencer’s shared with her. “I gotta go, but I’ll call you later.”

“Okay,” she lets him go. Hanging up and watching the monitor light up with a new call. 

She takes a deep breath and starts all over again, “911, what’s your emergency?” 

—

His day is mostly boring after that. 2 cups of coffee, a chocolate donut with sprinkles, 30 minutes of nerd talk with Penelope… it was just the usual. 

They were all gathering their coats, the end of the shift was coming up and they risked it all. Normally a call came in if they tried to leave early, they didn’t think they’d get one today. 

“So, anyone wants to get drinks later?” JJ asks, “I can find a babysitter.”

“I’m down,” Derek agrees, laying his coat over his shoulder and putting on his sunglasses. 

“Same,” Emily agrees.

That’s when Spencer’s phone rings. He sees it’s Y/N and he fears the worst, she would call while he’s at work, she normally texts. Not even a second passes and he answers, “are you okay?” 

Everyone stops and stares at him, listening in to his conversation and witnessing all the colour leave his face. 

“Send it, we’re on our way,” Spencer announces, rushing to the door. 

They’re all so confused, following his lead but confused as hell, Derek calls for Hotch, and Rossi comes running out too. 

“There’s a murder and possible abduction and murder happening down the road, 4 kids need help,” Spencer announces, and they all spring into action. Running out the double glass doors to the elevator. 

Keys are exchanged, coats are on, Hotch calls Penelope and all the information is relayed between her and dispatch. 

Once he hangs up, his phone goes into his pocket and the elevator has almost reached the garage level, “two questions… who was that and how do they know my boyfriend?” JJ asks. 

“Oh, my friend Y/N works at 9-1-1,” he looks over at Hotch, “she dispatched Will, but his ETA wasn’t enough, and we’re close.” 

“So let’s boogie,” Rossi hands his keys to Derek, Hotch has the other pair, they load the two SUVs and off they go. 

Bulletproof vests are handed between each other, they prepare for the worst, hope for the best and pray they find these girls unharmed. 

They roll up to the driveway just behind Will, all of them getting out and discharging their weapons. 

With a hushed voice, Will points to the bushes, “Derek, Emily, I want you to sneak around back, Hotch, Rossi and I will go to the door, Spencer and Jayj, you go in once we take him down and secure the kids.” 

“On it,” Spencer agrees, sneaking with JJ around to the edges of the porch, getting another angle for a possible shootout.  

Will knocks, Hotch stands behind him with his hand on his gun, under his suit jacket. When the door opens, it’s immediately shut in their face. Will places his foot in front of it, stopping it from fully closing, he pushes through and grabs the man by the cuff of his shirt, “Curtis Patricks?” 

“Y-yeah?” 

“Paige called us, care to tell us where you keep them locked up?” 

They’re shocked to see Will so in control, so different from the last takedown they all did together. The only difference in him now: he’s a father now, himself. 

He gives in, caught and frail, in his late 50s and tired of hiding for so long. He sighs and his shoulders drop, “basement door, by the landline.” 

He’s cuffed quickly, JJ and Spencer rush in and find the girls in the basement, huddled together in the corner, with the eldest in front.

The room is basically empty. Cement floors, pink insulation trapped between beams and captured by plastic. No drywall, exposed electricity, old tree trunks in the ceiling show how old the house truly is, Patricks must’ve lived here since he was born, with no planning to have 4 children, the woman he captured once lived here by herself.  

“Who are you?” The eldest, Page, asks.

“Y/N sent us,” Spencer smiles at her. “Did she tell you people were coming?” 

She nods, “she did… have you found our mom yet?” 

“Not yet sweetie,” JJ smiles at them. “We have officers arriving who are going to figure this out and get you some answers, until then do you want to come with us to the hospital? We need to make sure you’re doing okay.” 

“In the up part?” One of the younger ones looks perplexed, “we can’t go there.” 

“You can now,” Spencer kneels down to her level, “you’re going to love it. The air is so fresh, the sky is beautiful, there are so many things to explore and do. You’re going to have fun, I promise.” 

The eldest sighs, “alright, come on guys. Mom would want us to be taken care of.” 

“What about daddy?” Another asks. 

“He’s going to the police station to give them some help with finding your mom,” JJ lies as best as she can. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” 

The oldest one lets her siblings go first, they go up the stairs slowly with JJ behind them, Spencer just looks at her, “did you want to talk to Y/N again?”  

“Please?” 

“Come on,” Spencer places his hand on her shoulder and escorts her upstairs. He digs his phone from his pocket and calls Y/N as soon as he has service above ground again.

“Spencer, oh my god, are they safe? Did you get there in time?” 

“I did,” he smiles, watching Paige light up as she hears Y/N’s voice too. “Someone wants to talk to you.” 

“Y/N?” Paige grips the phone with two hands and holds it to her ear.

“Paige, I’m so happy to hear your voice,” she lets out a deep sigh, “you’re in good hands with Spencer, he’s probably going to have lots of questions for you soon and I promise, he’s a person you can trust.” 

“Can you be there when he asks them?” Paige looks up at Spencer, listening in to every word, he nods, “Spencer says it’s okay.” 

“I get off work soon, I’ll come right to Quantico,” she agrees. “Is there anything you need? Clean clothes or snacks for you and your sisters?” 

“Um… I’m not sure yet?” 

“They’re good for now,” Spencer answers for her, and Paige hands him the phone, “we’re going to the hospital actually, I’ll text you which one.” 

“Okay, get there safely, I’ll see you soon,” she smiles on the other end, he could hear her cheeks. 

“Bye,” he smiles back before hanging up. 

“Is she your wife?” 

He laughs, turning pink, “no, no, she’s not. Erm, let’s go find your sisters. You get to ride in an ambulance today.” 

When she gets in the ambulance, she embraces her sisters. Holding them close and telling them it was all going to be okay, they’d find their mom, they’d be safe, their dad can’t bother them anymore. He shuts the doors, assuring them that he’d meet them there with a smile, now it was his turn to answer questions. 

“Who was she?” Derek asks, chin lifting and pointing towards him, he smirks. 

“A new friend of mine.” 

“Girlfriend?” 

“No.”

“But you’re sleeping together?” 

Of course, he knows. 

“We are.” 

“Spence,” he shoves him in the shoulder, “I wanna know all about her.”

“You’re just in luck,” he pats Derek’s back and heads to the passenger seat of the SUV, “she’ll meet us at the hospital.” 

—

He warned her. 

In the 3 weeks, she’s known him, he’s told her many a time that his friends were heavily invested in his love life. Looking at him like a younger brother bringing a girl home for the first time, they were happy for him. That didn’t stop them from teasing him, however. 

She hugs him as soon as she sees him. That’s the first tell that they’re more than friends. They linger, holding each other tightly while whispering sweet welcomes. His hand stays on her lower back as she turns to his friends, “hi, it’s so nice to meet you all.” 

“It’s nice to know you’re real,” Emily smiles, reaching out her hand. “Emily, we’ve all been dying to know who’s made Spence so happy lately.” 

“It’s nice to finally put faces to all the names in his stories,” she smiles back, not surprised he’s been so cheery… especially after how lonely he said he was before her. 

She gets all of their names, they exchange small talk and they all ring true to the personalities Spencer has described. Derek is confident, he stands tall with a softness that makes him not only trustworthy but safe. Emily is just as witty, bubbly and sweet as ever, she can tell why Spencer describes her as a sister. 

Hotch is stoic, smiling softly like he knows more than he’s letting off and keeping to himself. JJ catches on to that, cuddling up to her boyfriend and smirking. She looks back and forth between Y/N and Spencer and nods to herself, approving in her own way. 

“Do you mind if I have a word with Y/N?” Hotch asks. 

“Yeah,” she answers for herself, leaving Spencer's side and following him down a corridor. 

“We found the mother's body,” is how he leads with it. She had a feeling that was going to be the outcome. “A social worker is on the way for the girls, they’re working on reaching out to Tilly’s family to see if they can be reunited.” 

“That’s wonderful, they deserve to have a good support system,” she agrees. 

“The only issue is figuring out who should tell them. The doctors wanted the social workers to do it because they’re trained to handle the grief, however, you are the first person Paige has come to trust in the real world, and I think she’d find the most comfort hearing it from you.” 

She tears up almost instantly, “no, no I can’t tell them that they’ve lost their mother. I… no?” 

“You’re completely allowed to back out, thats why I asked you alone,” Hotch smiles softly, “I didn’t want you to say yes just to please everyone.” 

She wipes her eyes quickly, shaking her head, “I would, but if I get this involved with 1 case, I’m going to want to follow up with all of my calls, and that wouldn’t be healthy.” 

“I completely understand,” he places a hand on her shoulder to assure her, looking into her eyes softly, he was just as Fatherly as Spencer described. “And can I just say, you made a great choice with Spencer, I hope everything works out.” 

“Thank you,” she smiles, “I do too…”

His hand stays on her arm, leading her back to where they were and she immediately returns to Spencer's side. Everyone else has left, it would seem, Spencer was the only one still there in that same corridor that she left them. Slightly upset still, wanting his embrace, she puts her arm around his waist and holds him in a half hug. 

“You okay?” He whispers into her hair, kissing the top of her head before pulling away. 

She nods, “just extremely tired… and I’ve cried like 6 times today. It’s fine, I just can’t wait to go home.” 

“They’re going out for drinks, we’ve been invited, but I’m not sure if you should have a drink…” he smirks. “Should we go home and take a test?” 

Her attention snaps right to him, her eyes grow 10 sizes, “you think?” 

He nods, smirking still, “let’s go.” 

—

It’s the longest 3 minutes of his life. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub beside his … he didn’t even really know what to call her. But they sat there, holding hands, waiting for the timer to ding before they look at the tests. They bought so many, planning on doing two tonight and more in the morning when she had better chances of testing positive, he couldn’t wait. 

This was the most nerve-racking and exciting moment of his entire life. 

The little egg timer buzzes, moving on the final countertop and bumping into the ceramic sink, making a terrible sound. Spencer grabs it quickly and as he does, he sees the two pink lines. 

He gasps, dropping the egg timer to the floor and covering his mouth. 

“No fucking way?!” She grabs both tests and holds them up, examining the fine pink line that would change their lives forever. 

“You’re pregnant,” Spencer whispered, pulling her into a hug, not caring that the two pee sticks were now touching the back of his shirt as they held each other. 

“We’re going to have a baby,” she cries, overjoyed, hormonal and beyond thankful. 

She pulls back enough to look at him, he stares into her glossy eyes, so incredibly enamoured by her, he wasn’t sure if it was this moment or all the others they’ve shared so far, catching up to him. All he knew was that he felt something for her that he’s never felt for another human being. A love that reached beyond anything he could label, she wasn’t just someone he wanted to have a baby with, she wasn’t just someone he could see spending the rest of his life with him, she was so much more. She’s everything to him. 

They both go in for a kiss at the same time, breathing each other in deeply, he soaks in all the affection he can get from her.

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omg I’m in love with the thought of dbf!hotch!! could I get a blurb where it’s the first time dbf!hotch has seen reader in a good while and he has a “wow you’ve grown up” moment?? and reader obvi is in love with him and tries hard to get his attention

"Hello," He smiles jovially, his hand stuck out for a shake, "I'm Aaron Hotchner."

You giggle softly, using his outstretched hand to pull him in for a hug, "Hi, Hotch."

"Wait- Y/N?" He stiffens at the sudden contact paired with your still-familiar voice, squeezing you tight only to yank you away from him to get a better look. He holds you at arm's length, his large hands curled around your biceps as his eyes track your face.

His eyebrows raise, an incredulous smile on his face, "Wow. You're all grown up, aren't you?"

"It's been a while." You smile at him, your own eyes raking over the changes to his appearance. He looks older now, lines etched into the skin of his face that showcase how many years it's been since you've seen him last. Though they're prominent, they're stunning, and you realize with a start that you find him handsome.

Sure, you'd had a silly crush on him at six years old. How could you not? He was kind to you, he bought you a barbie doll for the holidays, and he always kept a candy in his pocket for you. But now, now that you're not only older but wiser, you realize that your silly crush has given way to full blown attraction.

You'd honestly forgotten about him. You hadn't heard his name in well over ten years, probably more like eighteen when you think about the year that you'd moved away. You'd actually seen him on the news only days earlier, speaking in a low, disapproving drawl about a murderer on the loose in your hometown. Your father had been more than happy to reconnect with him after his case ended, and you're just glad they caught the creep responsible for the killings.

"How have you been?" He shifts his weight on his feet, his chest angled forwards more than it had been when he'd been scanning you. His stomach is soft and pudgy, his chest tight through his polo shirt.

"Alright," You muse, your mind drifting to the terrible hookup you'd had last night with a man from one of your classes, "I suppose I could be doing better."

"Oh?" He cocks his head to the side, "How so?"

"I'm not married with two and a half kids living in a three bedroom with a picket fence outside." You recite, staring mournfully at your empty ring finger.

"Me neither," He admits, and your eyes snap to him, brows furrowed.

"I thought-"

"She passed." He smiles sadly, and you regret your only memory of Haley being her waving goodbye to you before heading out the door to go grocery shopping, "But, I've moved on. It seems we're both on the marriage mart."

"Sucks to be us," You gripe, meaning more ways than one. He chuckles, deep and low in his chest, and the sound pools warmth in your heart.

"Well here's to hoping we get lucky," He nudges his cup forwards, the red plastic rim knocking against your own, both containing store-bought lemonade, regrettably, virgin.

The comment makes your stomach do a cartwheel inside of your body, and you nearly spill your drink trying to reciprocate. He drinks without noticing, a drop of the liquid trailing down the side of his chin, having seeped from the seam of his lips.

"Yeah," You grouse, scoffing into your cup at the prospect of your untimely, unseemly, and morally gray crush, "Lucky."

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