#wyniepooh

[wyniepooh]

Miss

coriolanus misses his family and the many capitol luxuries, but the person he misses the most, is right here in the districts.

peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x district reader. Forbidden love, sneaking around, tension. Mentions of guns! Corio has to pretend nothing is going on between him n the reader, tries to do a professional pat down on reader, but obvi does a little more bc he’s kinda obsessed.

"excuse me, miss."

your shared laughter with a local salesman dissipated as quickly as how it had originally started. the air around you seemed to chill, although the sun was still as present as ever, providing a warmth your thin sweater couldn't compare with.

you turned around, breath hitching when you focused on the familiar blue eyes you were just staring into a couple nights ago. His pristine grey uniform contrasted with the wrinkled, blue outfit you usually saw him in, and you almost giggled at how serious he looked. your lips began to curve, and your feet were moving before he could say another word.

"cori-"

"we're here for our regular checkup. making sure you don't have any illegal substances or dangerous objects on hand."

you paused in your steps, breathing out a gentle 'oh’ while the brightness on your face dimmed. coriolanus turned to another peacekeeper behind him, giving him a nod to approach the old man behind you. while he began lazily patting down the man, coriolanus placed a light hand on your forearm.

"follow me," he whispered.

You trailed behind him, observing the firm grip he had on his gun, and the confident strides he had with his black boots and solid helmet. It was hard to believe that this was a man you had shared endless laughs with, a man you've felt breathlessly on your lips, your chest, and on your neck.

He halted when he reached a curved wall a few feet away from his comrade, giving him one last look before breathing a sigh of relief. He turned towards you, letting the gun strap fall from his shoulders and resting the bottom on the ground.

"Turn around and face the wall."

Your brows furrowed and your mouth fell agape.

You had thought he was taking you somewhere private, somewhere you could both be alone and finish your conversation from last night. But hearing his stern words echo, it was clear that that was not in his plans.

Seeing your shocked expression, he silently tilted his chin back towards a group of more serious-looking peacekeepers standing guard behind him, guns aimed and eyes searching for sight of anything— a trick, a mishap, an accident.

Anything that would give them an opportunity to warm up their weapons.

You sighed, gently rolling your eyes as you turned away from coriolanus, stepping closer to the gray, concrete wall. You heard his footsteps approaching behind you, slow and a little hesitant.

"Hands on the wall," he muttered.

You almost jumped when you heard his voice, which was surprisingly close to your ear and oh-so-reminiscent. You tilted your head with annoyance, but complied, resting both of your palms on the cold, gritty surface above your head.

You felt his hands on your shoulders first. They did a quick, professional sweep over both your arms and hands before traveling down your back. He paused at your waist, both hands cupping the curvature, his thumb rubbing circles at the tender flesh of your hip.

"I miss you," he breathed.

So quietly, so faintly that you would've missed it had you not been completely still.

You wanted to reach back, to see his face and to relax your hand on his. But you could feel too many pairs of eyes on you to do what you truly wanted.

"I miss you, too,” you responded in the same, hushed, tone.

coriolanus began to crouch down, his warm breath hitting your thigh when he did so. Shivers spread from your shoulders to your toes, your bottom lips slipping between your teeth as your nails dug into the wall.

He dragged his hands down both of your legs, slower than what was acceptable, hands lingering on your ankle for longer than needed. time didn’t exist in the moment. you closed your eyes and relished in the comfort of his warm hand, imagining that you were both back on the dance floor, his arm around your waist, your arms around his neck.

A single finger dragged up the side of your body as he finally stood up. You were both quiet for a second. Suddenly, he exhaled sharply, patting the small of your waist to signal for you to turn.

As you did, you were almost afraid to look into his eyes. Afraid that once you did, you wouldn't be able to look away. but when your eyes finally did connect, he looked the same as he did last night. He was the coriolanus from last night. he opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by a sudden smack on the back.

"all done, private snow?"

coriolanus turned and saluted, gloved hand hitting the hard material of his helmet. "yes, sir."

The higher up stood in silence while giving you a quick scan, mouth twisted like he had just eaten something sour. After a suffocating minute, he finally spoke again. "Alright. Gather the others and return to your quarters for further instructions."

coriolanus saluted him again, eyes finding yours again only when the commander had long disappeared beyond your vision.

but once he did, his previous gaze returned. Blue eyes glossy, lips parted and hands clenching the strap of his gun so tightly his knuckles turned white. He swerved his head cautiously towards the peacekeepers, you joining him in observation.

He looked back with only one intention in mind.

He captured your breath in an instant, both of his hands cupping the side of your face while his thumb grazing the bottom of your chin. His helmet sunk painfully into your forehead, but that only motivated you to push your lips further into his. You placed a hand on his chest, fingers clenching and grasping at the fabric of his shirt.

The moment was over before it had really even started.

He pulled back abruptly, eyes still closed and mouth still hungry. You gently opened your eyes, squinting as you adjusted to the bright sunlight. Coriolanus' lips were swollen and wet, red from the sudden and brutal force and shiny from the remnants of you. His chest heaved up and down. He slowly backed away.

"See you next time, miss,” he sputtered, breath still wavering. He looked away. With a twirl and a cloud of sand, he had marched away.

"Next time," you muttered to his shadow.

You sighed, stepping away from the corner and out into the open market once more. You took a few steps, and then your strides faltered.

With furrowed brows, you reached down to your shoe. A combination of a gasp and a chuckle escaped your mouth when you pulled out a square of neatly folded paper from the back of your heel.

Miss you. Need you. Midnight, tonight. Meet me at our spot.

-

A/n: im a sucker for forbidden love anything lolz!!

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coriolanus snow recs

make out sesh | drabble, fluff | @murdrdocs

kiss is better | imagine, flangst | @venuslore

a touch of red | drabble, fluff | @lex-the-flex

the songbird | imagine, trifecta (smut/angst/fluff) | @pawnshopbleus

ignorance is bliss | imagine, fluff | @allbark-no-bite

the fall of snow | imagine, angst | @writersblockiskillingme

jealous lover | imagine, fluffy flangst | @hearts4hughes

peace | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @writersblockiskillingme

distraction | imagine, fluff | @itsbuckytm

thin line | imagine, fluff (some angst) | @ghostfacd

childhood best friend | headcanon, fluff | @nightmare-niko

touch my waist | drabble, fluff | @spideyhexx

wildflower | imagine, fluff | @venuslore

cross your heart and hope to die | imagine, flangst | @surftrips

losing your memory | two shot, angst | @kasagia

please don't go, i love you so | imagine, fluff | @ervotica

it burns for you | series | @darknight3904

sickly confessions | imagine, fluff | @coryosmin

miss | imagine, fluff | @wyniepooh

snow and roses | series | @kitscutie

needing you to sit on his face | imagine, smut | @murdrdocs

fake-love | imagine, flangst | @lqveharrington

bitter cold | imagine, flangst (little smut at the end) | @evielmostdefinitely

winter gala | imagine, fluff | @lqveharrington

match made in heaven | drabble, fluff? | @celesterayel

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[wyniepooh]

Snow

snow rarely falls in district twelve. but when it does, it always takes something, or someone away with him.

peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x district!reader. reader meets snow at the hob in district twelve. Written with blonde buzzcut white tee blue uniform and dog tag in mind ofc. In which reader peaks an unhinged corio’s interest post lucy gray… whether it’s a pure or toxic interest is up to u babe (but it’s meant to be a lil toxic okay).

“You can’t be here if you’re not gonna dance. Or drink.”

A flash of blonde swished towards you, so bright it seemed to reflect even under the dim light.

“excuse me?”

You chuckled as you stepped into the corner he was hiding in, hopping onto the stool and grabbing two pints of the watered-down beer before sticking an arm out. his arms remained crossed, eyes focused on into the bubbling liquid.

“Oh, come on, mr. peacekeeper. You’re off duty. I won’t tell,” you teased, winking with a chuckle.

his lips thinned in an attempt to smile, but he finally grabbed the glass from your hand. you took a sip, using the opportunity to scour the quiet man in front of you. peacekeeper, obviously. if the classic blue uniform and dog tag didn't give it away, the buzzcut identical to an array of people in the room certainly did.

Although, his hair was a brilliant shade of blonde, white, almost, forcing a separation from him and the rest of his comrades.

you set your cup down, wiping your mouth with the frilly sleeve of your dress. "so, why aren't you dancing?"

he opened his mouth, then closed it. you raised your eyebrows, chuckling lightly at his wooden expression. "well?"

He sighed. “I’m leaving this district tomorrow. I've been reassigned to district two," he finally spoke. "I'm here because they," he swiped a hand over at the men behind him, "wanted to celebrate. I don’t… care for it."

you blew out an annoyed breath, rolling your eyes lightly at his response. his eyes squinted, silently assessing the way you gulped down the last of your drink and the way in which you brushed your tongue over your lips.

"you're looking at this all wrong..." you paused.

"coriolanus."

you grinned, "...coriolanus."

you hopped off the wooden stool, patting down your fluffy skirt. "you think they have bars like this in district two? you think they have beer, music, and dancing like this over in that fancy district?"

"well, I assume-"

"Well, stop assuming,” you ran your hands through your hair, staring into his blue eyes as you strode in his direction. “And simply live. You never know what might happen. tonight's your last chance to celebrate in the best district there is, corio. your last chance to dance, drink..."

going on your toes be at level with his face, you stepped even closer, close enough to smell his freshly washed shirt and feel his slow breaths on your eyelashes.

"...kiss," you whispered. the corners of his lips perked up ever so slightly, his blue eyes glossy from the flickering candles. you backed away with your eyes still locked together, only looking away when you slotted your way into the expanding dance circle in the middle of the room.

you laughed and yelled as you twirled and tapped your feet, linking arms with the seamstress you always see at the supermarket, holding the hands of the baker that always snuck you an extra muffin. when the lively music finally came to an end, you instinctively looked in his direction-- but he was no longer there, cup still half full on the worn-down table.

Wiping your forehead with a cloth, you panted as you opened the door leading to the outside. you relished in the cool breeze, feeling an immediate relief from the humid dancing quarters. you looked to your right, and there you spotted the same shimmering blonde hair, the same shiny blue eyes making their mark on you.

your feet were moving before you even realized. when you neared him, he looked down at you with an unexplainable gaze in his eyes, hands clenched by his side.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your words never got a chance to escape. In one moment, you were close enough to touch the brick wall in front of you with your hand, and in the next, your back was up against the prickly surface.

He inhaled sharply before he pressed his lips against yours, his fingers skimming your chin as yours grazed the back of his head. you couldn’t help but smile at the bitter taste of beer still on his tongue, pushing his head harshly against your mouth while you relaxed against the wall.

his lips lingered on yours for a long moment before he pulled away.

"snow," he breathed against the flesh of your lips.

you scoffed, still dazed and breathless. "what?-"

"coriolanus snow."

you slowly reached for the silver tag dangling around his neck, turning it around to observe the cold metal. "if you ever come to the capit-"

"I am never going to the-"

his hand came up to clutch your hand, which was still latching onto his chain tightly. "if you ever come to the capitol..."

pressing his forehead against yours, his other hand danced along your waist while he pulled your chin closer to him again.

"come find me.”

-

a/n: hey guys... did I just write a pic about president snow? yeah I did. I would like to formally apologize to katniss, finnick, peeta, johanna, etc and suzanne collins I’m sorry but I’m just a girl

Btw everyone I’ve only ever seen the movies n have never read any of the books (shame on me ik but I’m planning on it) so pls excuse any inaccuracies in setting, timeline, etc, etc.

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[wyniepooh]

Red

red belonged to coriolanus snow. you, belonged to coriolanus snow.

capitoluniversitystudent!coriolanusnow x capitoluniversitystudent!reader. university rivals w immense tension. reader puts on a facade of deeply despising corio, but rlly its just unaddressed attraction. I would say corio is pretty character accurate, so expect manipulation, light sociopathic tendencies, possessiveness, etc. corio has an unexpected interest in reader and catches u bad-talking him, decides to claim his power... and u???

coriolanus had made it. he was attending the capitol university, had the ideal mentor, and possessed a reputation that regularly caused classmates to crowd around him and sing their praises. all of this was evidence to the bright future he would undoubtedly grasp, very soon.

he just hoped that you wouldn't ruin everything for him.

you, the new student who had transferred in the middle of the year. you, who absolutely refused to make eye contact with him, and always squirmed by him in the hallways. you, who never, ever, acknowledged any of the distinguished prizes coriolanus had won, and all the prizes he would soon own.

coriolanus had thought that after the 10th games, he would never have the issue of not having someone always at his feet. sure, they may have all just been after his money or influence, but at least he knew they were all on his side. all except you, apparently.

as he stared at you from across the room, sat straight and proper with a finger wrapped in your hair, he couldn't make himself focus on anything other than the tip of your pencil poking at your lips. and you, seemed to be focused on anything, and anyone, except coriolanus snow.

he barely registered the sound of his other classmates packing up their things and skidding back their chairs. it was only when he saw you grabbing your bag did he follow suit, heading quickly through the door and down the stairs, hypnotized by the swing of your ponytail.

he kept a generous distance behind you, making sure he blended in with the rest of the students heading to the cafeteria, but also ensuring he always had eyes on the nape of your neck.

he stopped when you stopped, squinting his eyes with suspicion as you headed into an empty classroom.

the door made an unpleasant creak when swiftly opened and closed. coriolanus stood still for a minute with his hand paused in the air. After a minute of contemplation, he gently twisted the doorknob to reveal a sliver of your familiar figure, sitting on a desk with your legs crossed.

"ah, you're here," a voice said from further inside the classroom.

you chuckled as you pulled your food out. "so I am. sorry it took me so long to get here. I was trying to get rid of red. I swear, he's trailing me."

The previously faceless voice finally appeared in frame. her hands came up to her face, and a mixture of a gasp and a giggled escaped her.

"seriously? god, what is his deal? whenever we have class together, he’s always staring at you," she snarked as she made herself comfortable on the desk across from you.

“and I mean, it's not even in a charming way. it just seems like he's... trying to figure out what's going on in your mind at all times. kind of creepy"

you hummed between chews. "be careful. remember who you're talking about. if dr. gaul or mr. plinth catches you talking even remotely bad about him, say goodbye to the desk you're sitting on and the stability of your future."

the other girl sighed. "you're right. he always has someone asking for his approval or begging for a reference. he's on another level from us.” She sighed.

“but you have to admit," she continued, "he has quite the face. I don’t even think I would mind him following me around all day. you’re too oblivious.”

"you’re horrible!” you joked, “but I’m not oblivious, I'm choosing to ignore him. I’m not into whatever game he thinks he’s playing.”

you chewed throughly before speaking again. “and I especially hate those who act as if they're above everyone. I mean, why is he always the one everyone asks for approval? why is he the ultimate reference? How special can he be? I’ll admit, he has more prizes and money than any of us, but how many of those prizes did he truly earn? He’s living proof that you can do anything, and be anyone, if you have the right people on your side."

she laughed at your words. "alright, alright. I won't force you to like him. but just know… your feelings are in the minority here."

"trust me, coriolanus snow will live just fine without my desire to get to know hi-"

the loud slam of the doorknob against the wall incited a gasp from the girl sitting across from you. you repressed the urge to roll your eyes when you saw the tall form at the doorframe. "speak of the devil," you mumbled under your breath.

"say that again."

"snow-" your friend began to say, but was promptly interrupted by the man.

"leave."

you scoffed, "don't tell her to leave-"

"leave. now."

your friend flashed you an exasperated stare, but not before she allowed a small smile to escape as she scrambled to gather her things, half-running out the door.

"great," you sighed as you brought another spoonful of food up to your mouth. but before it could touch your lips, coriolanus paced over and wrapped his hand around your upright wrist.

"continue what you were saying before,” he ordered. his grasp wasn't rough by any means, but it was firm, exactly how you imagined his grip would feel, which reflected the seriousness in his voice.

"what, I don't get to finish my lunch first?"

he flung his arm over to the side at your question, shocking you enough to drop the spoon. in all your bewilderment, you barely reacted when he grabbed the entirety of your food and threw it over your shoulder.

you heard the splat of sauce hitting the desk below you before you felt its coldness on your shoulder. you couldn't close your mouth, nor could you close the lid on your bubbling anger. you hurled away his arm and hopped off the desk, walking as far forward as the classroom would go.

"I told you to-"

"oh, I'll continue."

you swiveled around to face him, crossing your arms as he stood still by the desk, with his perfectly ironed pants and stupidly flawless, blonde, hair.

"I'll tell you exactly what I think about you, snow,” you huffed.

“I think that you're a scam. winner of the 10th hunger games, through cheating," you said as you counted a finger on your hand. you smiled at his shocked expression. "yes, I know you and gaul erased all the footage but, some people have surprisingly strong memories."

you slowly began walking towards him. "rich, through your conveniently dead friend." another finger. "honoured student of prestige, through corrupted power."

you raised the three fingers, staring stiffly into his eyes. "you're a scam, snow."

you stopped once you reached the desk. looking up at him through your eyelashes, you whispered with a pout, "and yet you still wonder why people don't like you."

you bent over to pick up your bag, but when you straightened back up, his hand was back on your arm. this time, his grasp was fierce, and he used tremendous force to pull you towards him.

you were so close that you could make out all the individual blue fibres in his eyes, and count each strand of his full eyelashes. you furrowed your brows, lips curling with an expression of disgust and disturbance. a pink flush occupied your cheeks, but you weren’t exactly sure if it was from telling him off so honestly or from the lack of space between the two of you.

"you're right," he scoffed lightly.

"what?"

"you're right, I said. I will live without your acceptance. I will live beautifully, in fact."

you sneered mockingly. "good for you, snow, good for you. not everyone has the privilege that you have,” you spat.

you tried to pull your arm away from his sturdy hold, but he only tightened the pressure, grabbing the small of your back to further press you against him. you couldn't help the gasp that came from you. you looked at him with the upmost confusion, lips parting slightly at the surprisingly tender caress of his hand on your hip.

he leaned down to you ear. "but... I don't want to. I don’t want to live without your acceptance. like you said before, it never hurts to have someone behind you. to catch you when you fall."

he drew back towards your face, staring unwaveringly into your eyes as he maneuvered your hand onto his shoulder, holding it in place with his own. "I can give you anything you want. I will, give you anything you want. money, power, glory. if only you wouldn't repress your feelings like this..."

with each breath of his that you felt grazing across your face, your eyelashes fluttered. for a split second, your eyes flickered to his reddened lips. your body seemed to relax against his, your head instinctively leaning towards. you hadn’t even noticed that his hand was no longer keeping your hand in place, but instead, you were the one desperately squeezing his shoulder.

his nose came down to touch yours, and your hands slowly brushed the back of his head. your fingers tangled themselves in his gelled hair, and your eyes automatically closed the moment you felt a brush of something against your lips.

then, coldness. the previously warm figure in front of you was gone.

your arms had been carelessly thrown off, causing you to stumble backwards. snow had backed up a couple steps, hands in his pockets as he smiled for the first time today. "and that is why everyone asks for my approval. this is why I am able to get anyone, anywhere they want, with a couple of sweet, simple words."

he stepped a little closer, extending a hand to grab your chin. his thumb moved up till it reached your lips, giving them a gentle nudge. "that's power, doll. corrupted or not, it has the same effect. not even you could deny that."

he turned around, and began walking towards the door. right before he stepped over the frame, he paused. slipping out his arms, he removed his red coat and twirled to face you again. "sorry about the stain. here, it's cold today." he tossed you the garment, giving you one last smirk. with a tilt of his head, he was gone.

you weren't sure you were ever going to be able to speak again. your own shaky hand came up to touch your lower lip, cold shivers spreading down your entire body at the newly formed memory. seeing your reflection through one of the windows, you knew you couldn't walk out with that stain on your shirt. so you put his jacket on, feeling that familiar warmth on your skin once more.

as you walked out the door, you gradually began to realize what this meant. red. he always wore red. he was the only student in the entire university who wore it, and wore it well. perhaps this was his intention all along. the subtle stalking, the staring, the provocation.

pacing down the busy hallway where everyone was rushing to get to their next class, you felt the glares of practically everyone in the building. first, focused on the blonde a couple paces in front of you, looking rather different than he had this morning, then on you, wearing the red coat that matched oh-so-perfectly with his red vest.

they all knew what it meant. you knew what it meant.

you now belonged to coriolanus snow.

-

a/n: so once again I have not read any of the books, so pls pls pls excuse any inaccuracies w how the university works and the exact details of what happened post lucy gray lol. anyways this is for all the ppl who don't want to fix him n actually will take him as he is, psychopath and all (me).

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[wyniepooh]

aaron

hotch doesn't really like when fellow members of the team calls him by his first name. for you, however, maybe he can make an exception.

traumatized!hotch core, mentions of stabbing and TW: foyet 😔. The team investigates a case that reminds hotch of f*yet, he is not well and reader sees right through him. bau!reader, hurt/comfort/fluff that turns into something a lil more towards the end slightly bc it’s hotch so i can’t help myself .

hotch preferred when everyone called him by his last name. he never explicitly said it, but it was an unspoken rule of sorts. whether it was hotchner, hotch, or even whatever nickname penelope often came up with, he didn’t mind. as long as it wasn’t aaron.

'aaron' felt too personal to use with his co-workers. too intimate. as much as you guys were like a family, hearing aaron come out of spencer’s mouth would be as strange as a quiet crime scene.

and heck, was this crime scene hectic. the aftermath of a negotiation involving drawn weapons was always hazy— body overfilled with adrenaline and running on approximately three hours of sleep. all the law enforcement agents you could think of was present, interviewing people, collecting samples. all the lights and voices didn't help with the anxiety. but this scenario in particular had everyone scrambling to collect their thoughts.

hotch, especially. the mo of the unsub was eerily similar to that of foyet— the intricate stabbing that ensured the victim suffered long and hard but was still conscious enough to feel every inch of the next stab. the whole team was aware of the elephant stealing all the oxygen in the room, but no one really knew what to say or do given hotch’s constant stern affirmation that he was fine.

and so the whole team walked into the local police department in silence, hotch leading as the rest of you trailed behind. tired of the crickets practically sounding, you cleared your throat and exclaimed,

“so, does anyone want to get some food? i saw an authentic taco sta-“

your words trailed off as your eyes followed the figure in front of you, who was walking away haggardly towards the washrooms. you turned back towards your teammates, all of them shrugging and letting out a sigh. eventually, they all walked away with a promise to fulfill your hungry request and disappeared to their work stations.

you stood outside the bathrooms for at least five minutes, taking a step forward, then back. forward, then back. finally, you shook your head quickly, straightened your shoulders, and pushed the door into the room.

"h-hey! this is the men's-"

you didn't bother to acknowledge the young police officer by the urinal who was frantically pulling up his pants. you simply lifted an extended arm and nodded to silence him. you walked to the front of the stall where you spotted hotch's perfectly polished shoes, and stopped. once the guy left, you knocked on the door.

“hotch? i know you’re in there.”

silence. you began tapping your foot and crossed your arms, blowing out a rush of air. exasperated, you repeated again, “hotchner. open up. please.”

a click enabled you to release a breath of relief, the door opening to reveal hotch sitting on the closed toilet, head looking down with his hands crossed in between his legs.

“listen… i know you said you’re fine and that you're good to keep going, but we both know that’s bullshit. we know you. too well, even. we can tell that you're struggling, whether you like it or not. it’s obvious this case has brought up…”

your voice progressively got more silent as you noticed the response you got. silence. it wasn’t until you stopped talking did you realize his rapidly rising shoulders for each breath he took, and the way he fidgeted with his hands to hide the shaking. you immediately knelt down to his level, putting both hands on his shoulder.

“hotch? hey-“

“i'm sorry,” he mumbled.

“what?”

“i’ve been dismissive the whole day. i want to say it’s simply because i didn’t sleep last night, or the night before that, and that is part of it but… the reason i haven’t been able to sleep is because of the case. i thought the therapy was enough, i thought it would be fine once i was distracted with work,” he sighed, “i know i’ve made you all uncomfortable and i don’t know what to do about it. i wish i-“

“hotch.”

“-could just open up. i’m so sor-“

“aaron.”

he stopped his sentence midway and found your concerned eyes.

you chuckled, “if you say sorry one more time, i’m going to really make you sorry.”

it took a second for aaron to muster out a laugh as well, but eventually he did, and the sound put a genuine smile on your face.

still kneeling, your hand came up to softly caress his jaw. “don’t apologize for how you’re feeling, aaron. i’ll admit that the atmosphere is a little more tense than usual, but let's be honest here," you dropped your hand from his face, “we're all tense. we're profilers, for gods sake. what are we but tense?"

aaron gave a nod of approval, his lip curving into a small smile.

"and also, don't feel obligated to talk to us. everyone has their own coping methods. we're just reminding you that if you do need a person to talk to... we're here to lend an ear. and of course, we hope you remember that it's more than okay to take a break or admit you're uncomfortable. we get it. we won’t judge.”

you feigned a thinking face, “well, rossi might judge a little, but at least we won’t!”

he snickered and nodded again at your words, taking a deep breath. his hands had stopped shaking and his breaths seem to be more regulated. you smiled at him one last time before the both of you began to stand up.

as aaron straightened himself, he realized something. he didn't like the others calling him by his first name, but there was something different about the way his name sounded rolling off of your tongue. in fact, he would do anything to hear you say 'aaron' again.

before you could both exit, the stall door behind you suddenly closed. a surprised ‘oh’ left your lips, and aaron looked equally as confused. the inclosed space pushed you closer to him, and just for a second, you saw his eyes flicker to your lips. you expected him to open the door like a gentlemen or apologize for the close proximity, but nothing ever came. you opened your mouth to say something, but all you could breathe was a quiet whisper of his name before he crashed his lips onto yours.

-

a/n: the washroom stall door was truly a paid actor.

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[wyniepooh]

Swear

hotch doesn’t swear. or at least he didn't, until he met you.

Female bau!reader x hotch. Cw: mentions of alcohol and reader being drunk, creepy man saying slightly creepy words to reader, swearing. Slight talks of anxiety, self blaming, guilt. Random man tries to get w drunk reader at a bar, hotch comes to her defense.

“To catching another dumb son-of-a-bitch!”

Raised glasses filled your mildly limited vision as your toast echoed bounced around the table. The night didn’t always end like this, but when it did, the team made sure to celebrate enough to last the whole year.

Today’s case was particularly satisfying. There was nothing like putting handcuffs on a seriously cruel offender that put a smile on your face and fuelled tequila shot after tequila shot. although, you wouldn't deny that perhaps it fuelled a little too much drinking.

“I’m pretty sure the ladies is on the left, Derek. Are you forgetting that my name is literally on the regular’s list?” Your own words sounded unusually slurred, but you didn't bother questioning anything that was happening in the moment.

The man in front of you chuckled, letting go of his grasp on your forearm as he lifted his own defensively, raising his suspicious brows with a smile. “Alright, alright. Didn’t know we were still on duty. Go wherever you want, agent. Just don’t get lost, and don’t blame us when you see something you do not wanna see.”

You rolled your eyes as you stumbled away, using the light of your phone to shine at the approaching door of the washroom. Once you reached the hard door, you stuffed your phone into your pant pocket and pushed on the flat surface.

“Woah-“

You felt the gulf of cold air hitting your face before you could register what had happened. A middle aged man stood dazed in front of you, his expression sweetening by the second, and it was right then that you realized Derek was totally right.

“Uh, I’m so sorry. I thought this was the women’s washrooms. Clearly I need to revisit my directions,” you tried to chuckle.

The stranger flashed you a toothy grin, and while you probably didn’t smell any better, you swore the man would catch on fire if you dropped a match.

“That’s all right, sweetheart. Here, where are you headed? I can give you a ride.”

You only now registered how close he was, and how close you were to the wooden wall behind you. You tried to look over his shoulder, but he mirrored your movements, smile so intact yours started to falter.

“Excuse me- get out of the way." Even though the music was being blasted at an unreasonable volume, your clear voice still rung throughout the room.

He laughed. “Come on, sweetie. You were the one to bump into me. Shouldn’t you…” he stepped closer again, “…make up for it?”

Your smile had fallen completely by this point, and you crossed your arms as you spoke, “I’ll say it one more time, sir. Get out of my face.”

“Just give me a little-“

the flash of a familiar red tie swung past you.

“You heard what she said.”

Looming behind the sweaty man was hotch, suit still impressively pristine as it was at the beginning of the day, but furrowed brows seemingly worse.

The man’s face flushed red at the interruption, and had you not felt so cold and had your hands not been shaking, you would’ve laughed at this stranger’s ridiculous appearance.

“And who the hell are you?”

“You shouldn’t be the one asking questions."

You uncrossed your arms, attempting to step in his direction. “hotch, let’s just go-“

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw an arm reach towards your waist.

“Hey, baby, don’t go away so soo-“

The sound of skin colliding hit your ears much aggressively than the blaring music. You looked down to see hotch’s hand firming gripping onto the man’s wrist, his arm just about to make contact with your body, no doubt.

“She told you to go away,” hotch whispered.

the guy sighed. “hey, relax man. come on, you get it. I’m just- you know, tryna get some action from this pretty little-” his sentence was interrupted by a nasty groan.

He toppled over, nearly in half, as hotch crouched down to his level, hand still squeezing his wrist.

“Maybe you didn’t hear her. She said to fuck off.”

The bar went silent. You swore someone had lowered the sound of the music, and it seemed everyone had stopped drinking and laughing to catch a glimpse of the situation.

The man managed to twist his arm to escape hotch's grasp, quickly scurrying to the front. You sighed a breath of relief as the door opened and the man practically ran away.

“Thank you-“

“Come on,” he murmured as he extended his arm, and you instinctively grabbed his forearm as you both began to walk.

You chuckled. “I’ve never heard you swear before.”

“I only use it when I need to,” he smiled.

“Wow. So I ruined somewhat of a clean streak, huh?”

He stopped. He turned around, eyes reflecting onto yours with the slight smile still wavering on his face. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

The seemingly immeasurable adrenaline finally stopped pumping in your blood, and the repressed tears finally made their space in your eyes. You returned his smile, giving his arm a firm squeeze as you whispered,

“Thank you.”

-

A/n: oh to have hotch comfort me and tell me I didn’t mess anything up 😔

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[wyniepooh]

Wound

aaron hotchner cleans and heals your wound. little do you know, you heal something in him too.

hurt bau!reader, hotch takes care of reader like the gentlemen he is. slight mentions of violence/injuries. extreme-repressed-feelings hotch bc it’s hotch, small tension. flirty!reader. idiots in love vibes.

your right cheek stung like hell.

the son of a bitch actually punched you.

the unsub had already spent his entire life targeting women who were smaller than him, weaker, and he expected the same from you. well, to hell with that. that would be the only punch he’ll be able to throw for a while.

still, you couldn’t deny that he had a solid swing. even if you had evened it out afterwards, the bleeding cut and bruise you could feel coming on was evidence of that.

“stay still.”

you blow out an exasperated sigh at hotch’s words.

“easy for you to say-” you exclaimed as he hit a particularly tender spot. “hotch, are you doing this on purpose? as some sort of punishment for not following your orders to a tee?”

“i said, stay still.”

you sighed, your feet swinging lightly from where you sat in the back of the ambulance, on the edge of where the doors were opened. red and blue lights illuminated the dark woods and the faces of various csi agents, coroners, the police, and aaron.

he was standing in front of you, cotton ball in hand, a bottle of disinfectant in the other. you had insisted all the paramedics tend to the survivors and some officers who were injured, considering your wounds were nothing compared to theirs. what you certainly didn't expect was for aaron hotchner to come and take over.

“you shouldn’t have done that, you know,” aaron voiced as he continued dabbing your cheek.

you scoffed, “so you admit you’re punishing me?” he continued his actions without a response. you huffed with anger, “what did i do wrong? yes, i went into the house early without any backup but it was to save three women who were all about to be blown up. hotch, i was doing my job.”

he responded without hesitation, “it was dangerous, that’s what it was. that's all it was.”

you swatted his hand away with your arm. the evening breeze was cold, raw. as you looked to the side, tears welled up in your eyes.

“you know damn well you would’ve done the same thing if you had arrived before me. i know. we all know.”

you felt anxious as you heard aaron put the bottle down. you certainly were not in the mood for a lecture or scolding, especially not coming from him. heck, you were tearing up already. you didn't want to live the result of what would happen if he were to express his disappointment or anger towards you right this moment.

it was silent for a couple beats. he looked down towards his hands, and to your surprise, gently laughed. his free hand came to tenderly guide your face towards him again, where he gave your jaw a comforting squeeze.

“i know.”

you could say and do nothing but just stare at him. the riveting events from minutes before had made your mind all fuzzy. that, and the fact that you were pretty sure you had a confusion. you hadn’t even noticed the tear that fell down your cheek until a large finger wiped it away. as you looked curiously at his face, you noticed the wind was blowing in his hair and his eyes were twinkling under the moonlight. you both stayed quiet as he continued to tend to your cut and bandage it up.

when he was finished and had began putting the tools away, your hand came up to touch his work. the swelling and pain had already significantly lessened. you stared at him and grabbed his arm to stop his movements, a teasing smile on your face.

“thanks, doc.”

a strong gust of the evening wind gushes towards you, making you shiver involuntarily. hotch notices, and opens his mouth to say something. but he stops himself and says nothing. he simply takes his trench coat off his back and in one swift motion, drapes it over your shoulders.

it smells like him. that’s all you can think about. it smells like aaron hotchner and god, it feels like him too.

you shoot him a warm smile. he returns it.

“have a good night, agent,” he says as he begins to walk towards a group of policemen. he stops, then turns back to you, "and good work." you shyly nod in response, mumbling a hasty 'you too' and 'thank you.'

as he starts to walk away again, you swear you see his hands clench.

-

a/n: it’s giving pride and prejudice (2005) 😇 #canyoutelliloveunspokentension

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[wyniepooh]

Masterlist

criminal minds - aaron hotchner

* - 16+, contains mildly suggestive content.

^ - 18+, explicit content. (no smut!)

Want*

stuck in a dark, crowded bar, stuck against aaron hotchner. you want him to give in, he just wants you.

Wound

aaron hotchner cleans and heals your wound. little do you know, you heal something in him too.

Aaron

hotch doesn't really like when fellow members of the team calls him by his first name. for you, however, maybe he can make an exception.

Hate^

hotch seems to have something against you. when you've had enough and confront him, the answer could not be farther than what you imagined.

Warmth

With aaron, you find warmth in even the coldest moments.

Enjoyment*

Dbf!hotch knows you're not enjoying the festivities at a family dinner party. He tries his best to change your mind, and you both hope he succeeds.

Restrain*

You never thought you would get arrested, especially not for murder, especially not by aaron hotchner. And you most definitely never thought you'd enjoy it.

One day

There could be a knife in your leg or a knife in your shoulder, but with hotch, there would always one in your heart, too.

Rematch

Hotch can coach his soccer team to win in the regionals, nationals, and whatever other championships the world offers, but all he really wants to win is your heart.

Swear

hotch doesn't swear. or at least he didn't, until he met you.

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[wyniepooh]

Hate

hotch seems to have something against you. when you’ve had enough and confront him, the answer could not be farther than what you imagined.

bau!reader who is new to the team, obvi based off that one ep (I don’t remember which…) where Penelope comes with them to to investigate a case w the ONE ROOM TROPE. “I could never hate you” trope, suppressed feelings and EXTREME tension trope, sexy old stern serious man loses control trope.

you knew you were all completely screwed the second you stepped into the motel.

you should’ve known something was off when you found out that the place was called "majestic motels”, and had a solid two star rating on the internet. you suppose since the bau spent so much of its resources on the private jet and other edible accommodations, this was probably the best that they could do under these rushed circumstances.

it honestly probably would’ve turned out fine in the end— an old, sketchy, motel couldn’t even compare with what the team had gone through. that is, until the team was informed that there was a slight issue that had been overlooked.

“ma’am, i am positive we booked four rooms total. what do you mean it says we’ve booked three?” morgan’s exasperated voice rung throughout the room.

“i- sir, i am so sorry. there must’ve been a mistake on our website, or- or it's because we’ve had a lot of new, untrained hires lately. but it does say here that you only have three double rooms booked, and, um…” the poor receptionist’s lower lip quivered as she said, “…we’re completely full.”

rossi stepped forward and began to speak, no doubt about to terrorize the basically shivering lady about responsibility and authority. thankfully, hotch blocked rossi off with his body and spoke for him, in a more gentle way.

“thank you. we’ll take the three double rooms as is.”

you could practically see the sweat beads on her forehead retreat back into her skin as she typed frantically. a minute later, you all had bronze keys in hand and as the team walked to the lobby with heavy bags and heavy minds, everyone but hotch sat down on the worn, brown couches.

“so, i’m just going to say what everyone is thinking. i deserve my own room,” voiced rossi. you all looked at each other with disbelief, laughing when rossi shrugged his shoulders as if he had not just said the most ridiculous thing he could’ve ever said.

morgan chuckled as he playfully smacked rossi’s shoulder. “i can assure you, man, no one was thinking that.”

hotch crossed his arms, eyebrows furrowed, and exhaled thoughtfully. “i think the most reasonable arrangement is if emily, garcia, and jj stayed in one room, and morgan, reid, and rossi stayed in the other.” groans of complaints filled everyone's ears, and it took you a minute to register what he had just said.

you crinkled your eyebrows at the absence of your name, but before you could ask, hotch spoke once again,

“and we’ll take the third room.”

he glanced over at you very briefly, almost as if he wanted to see your reaction. but you shook your suspicions off; he had no reason to be curious as to how you’d feel about sharing a room with him. it was a bit odd, yes, but you were honestly too desperate for sleep to do your usual overthinking. you simply nodded softly in agreement towards him, and rolled your eyes when you saw the faces of the trio of ladies.

“alright, let’s get settled in. we start early tomorrow.”

and with hotch’s words in mind, everyone began walking down the hallways leading to their rooms. entering hallway B, you remained at least five steps behind him. you figured you could never be too cautious with aaron hotchner.

you had bonded with every other member of the team, but hotch seemed to have a solid brick wall built around him. he was always dismissing your ideas and attempts to help, and you were never his first choice when he needed a hand. you had a small suspicion that the sole purpose of this room arrangement was so that he could supervise you; to check out your intentions and morals.

you suppose you could understand why. the team is very tight-knit and you were thrown into the bunch quite abruptly, so you stayed silent to the obvious bias and unfairness. as he turned the key and opened the door, being the gentleman he is, hotch held the door opened for you and waited till you were inside to close and lock the door. as you had expected, the room didn’t exactly look like it was going to be a luxurious experience. but from the long flight and the whole ordeal with the missing room, all you could think about was taking a warm shower and getting into bed, even if the sheets smelled like they hadn’t been washed since the 70s.

you set your suitcase down on the bed furthest away from the balcony, unzipping the various compartments containing clothing and mini shampoo. you sighed in relief when you felt the soft fabric of your pyjamas.

"do you mind if i hop in the shower first? the coffee morgan split on me earlier on the jet is making my whole body sticky," you asked.

there was a brief pause before he answered. a regular person wouldn't have picked up on it. they wouldn't have noticed the slight intake of breath, the small hesitation in his voice. the light shake of his head and the way he clutched his suitcase handle tighter.

but you had gone to school for years, gotten many diplomas and degrees that specifically allowed you to notice the milliseconds between your question, and when he replied.

"go ahead."

he didn't even look up as the words left his mouth, focusing instead on pulling the files out of his briefcase and setting them down on the wooden desk resting in the corner. so, this trip wasn't going to make you two any closer, it seemed. you tried to tell yourself you didn't care as you pressed your lips together and gave a small, awkward nod. grabbing your undergarments and pyjamas, along with your towel, you couldn't be more ready to finally wash the day off of you.

the hot water and the steam instantly put you in a good mood, even when you stepped out of the washroom in a thin t-shirt and shorts to a freezing room. you weren’t sure if it was from the blasting air conditioning… or from the man who was adamant on not acknowledging you. hotch was sitting at the wooden desk situated in the corner, folders open, pen out, notebook beginning to fill. he practically glowed with iciness.

you were shocked to see that it was already dark outside, so you stepped over to the balcony and started to close the curtains. the rusty pole made an unpleasant screeching noise, and you cringed at the way his shoulders seem to tense at your actions. halfway through pulling the heavy fabric, hotch sucked in a breath and looked sharply towards you.

“do you have to do that right now?”

your lips formed an ‘o’, head shaking as you silently tip toed behind the chair he was sitting in. your eyes scanned hotch’s form; hair disheveled, blazer sitting on the chair behind him and his tie loose around his neck. though you already knew the answer to the question you wanted to ask, you knew you still had to try.

“can i help? i read a little about the case on the jet. the unsub is definitely showing traits of being an insecure white male with a white collar job, likely a-“

“it’s alright. i don’t need your help.”

you laughed nervously out of perplexity. “w-well, you’ve got a huge pile of folders there. i’ll just take a few, write the notes as you would, so that way tomorrow we can pretend we know what-“

“i said no.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, a scoff making its way out your mouth. you saw the movement of his pen stop, and for a moment, you were scared that you had disrespected him. but the moment was brief, very brief, because the the elastic that had been stretching for months had finally had enough, and was beginning to snap.

"what is your issue?"

all of his actions stopped completely, his large hand clicking off the pen and closing the folder slowly. he turned the chair to face you.

"excuse me?"

you crossed your arms, raising your chin up as you stepped closer to where he sat. "you heard me, hotch. why do you hate me?"

he sighed, hands sitting on the armrests and eyes looking down as he shook his head. "I don't hate you."

"sure, maybe hate is too strong a word. but you definitely dislike me. I know I'm new to the team, I've disrupted the team's flow and dynamic. but I'm trying my best here. no matter what I do, what ideas I suggest or what profiles I give, you reject it. throw it away like trash. but this is my job, and whether you like it or not, I'm going to stay here. so I suggest you--"

"--I don't hat-"

"--suck it up and learn how to--"

"I don't hate you, damn it."

your words stopped spilling as he stood up, the chair scooting back weakly by the momentum. his loud statement was still echoing off of the walls of the small room when you began to utter.

"o-okay, you don't hate me. what is it then?"

instead of answering, he began walking towards you, hands by his side as his eyes followed yours. you took a few steps back, but stopped, when you saw the look on his face. there was trouble in his eyes, something dark. his brows cinched together but not with anger— it was desperation. he was making a plea with his eyes, his body, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to help him.

your anger had long dissolved into confusion, and you extended a hand to touch his arm. “hotch..?”

you gasped when you felt the warmth of his hand on your wrist, which gently pried your grasp off from his arm. you expected him to let go, to tell you not to touch him and storm out, but the moment never came. he didn't dropped your hand from his. it was only now did you notice the close proximity between you and him. you could feel his breaths, see his glistening face and if you moved just an inch, your would be in his arms.

“I could never hate you.”

your mouth opened out of a mixture of shock and disbelief, and you struggled to find what to say. but you didn't need to say anything, and you didn't want to. his eyes drifted from the top of your head to your eyes, your ears, your nose, your parted lips. for a minute, you were close enough to hear his breaths slow and sync up with your own, but you could back away if you really wanted to. in the next, you could barely breathe from the impact and the way he squeezed you against him.

quite suddenly, his lips were on yours. his left hand supported your head as you harshly made contact with the wall, and his right hand— which still firmly held your hand— forced your arm up as your bodies pressed against each other.

with your free hand, you grabbed the front of his shirt and tried to pull him closer to you, as if it were even possible. his left hand came down from your head and grabbed your hand that was clutching his blouse, constricting it together with your other hand against the wall. you tried to move your arms, but hotch was unflinching and rough. it was as if he was afraid you were going to run away, afraid that your lips would leave his.

when he found the strength to disconnect his lips from yours, both your mouths were red and swollen, and your chests synced up with heavy pants.

“in case you couldn’t already tell…” he breathed as he let go of your sore limbs, backing away and running a hand through his messy hair. “…I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”

he turned around, standing at the foot of his bed with his hands on his hips and his back facing you. after a beat, he spoke again. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. it is com-“

he was interrupted when you grabbed his arm and spun him around, using his tie to pull him to you as you pressed your lips sloppily on his once more. you backed him onto the bed, and dug your fingers into the flesh of his back. he didn’t reciprocate your actions at first, but once you slipped a moan in his mouth, his hand immediately came up to caress your cheek, and the other wrapped around your waist.

"jump.”

his hand gripped the nape of your head as you hopped onto his lap, and a low groan came escaped him from the friction between your pelvises. he continued pushing his mouth on yours as your right hand tugged his hair, your left hand fumbling frantically with the buckle of his belt.

“in case you couldn’t already tell…” you whispered against his lips with a smile, “…I don’t hate you either.”

-

a/n: something about an usually organized and stern man losing control… this is for all of u nasties out there (it's ok me too)

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[wyniepooh]

Rematch

Hotch can coach his soccer team to win in the regionals, nationals, and whatever other championships the world offers, but all he really wants to win is your heart.

Soccercoach!hotch x soccercoach!reader rivalry. HELLO??!! Actually so proud of myself for this idea. Both hotch n reader r coaches for teeny tiny elementary school boys, but both hotch n reader takes it very seriously. Hotch is silly and goofy and SUPER into reader, reader, no so much. Just hotch trying to convince reader to go out w him, reader reaffirms the answer is no but secretly loves it. Mentions of a small injury!

“…and that’s the reason we wear shin guards, boys,” you voiced as you opened up a packet of band-aids.

The little boy sitting in front of you could only hiccup in response, lifting a tiny hand to wipe at his runny nose. You were kneeling in front of him on the slightly damp grass to aid his bloody knee, while the rest of the boys watched with horror, intrigue, and mostly disgust.

You ruffled the crying boy’s hair, caressing his cheek as you wiped away a warm tear. “Now, do you want to get back out there, buddy? Maybe get a little revenge on the boy who tripped you?”

His brows furrowed, and he looked down at his dirty cleats. You smiled.

“Or would you rather sit this one out, and give one of your friends a chance to play instead?”

He lit up immediately at your suggestion, nodding his head furiously. You giggled at his excited expression, and gave his cheek a little pinch before standing up. You handed him his water bottle and a small packet of fruit snacks, waving over the little boy on the other side of the bench.

“Alright. We’re gonna give our injured friend a break there, and have our other friend who has been resting to join us. Huddle around, everyone.”

With your arms around a bunch of hyper, young boys, you whispered the usual encouragements, suggestions, and strategies you knew could only be understood by boys of their age. When the referee blew their whistle, you sent them off to fly like a flock of birds.

“Go get ‘em, boys!” You shouted with your hands cupped around your mouth. You watched proudly as they ran, fell, and hit the ball against the pole of the net with alarmingly fast speed. Distracted with trying to make sure no one else gets seriously injured while also trying to keep track of the score, you didn’t bother acknowledging the figure slowly itching towards you.

“Is he alright?”

You turned your head at the aggravating voice, rolling your eyes when your eyes confirmed who it was.

“hotchner,” you mumbled. You turned back to the field, crossing your arms as your eyes squinted against the sun. “Well, he certainly would be doing a lot better had one of your boys not tripped him.”

He sighed, then chuckled. “Cut him some slack. He doesn’t have full control of his legs yet. I’m not even sure he knows he has legs.” He looked forward.

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped your lips. You cleared your throat to mask the annoyingly loud noise, shielding your eyes from the bright setting sun with one hand.

“Well, anyways. Good luck on trying to crack our defense this time. We worked very hard to make sure you would never be able to get past us, again.”

He sucked in a breath. “I don’t know if I would call that a defense strategy, exactly. It seems like they’re just… crowding around, making an actual wall with their bodies,” he feigned an exasperated sigh, shooting you a look you could practically see with your eyes closed.

“What happened to cutting them some slack, hotchner?” You smiled wildly at him, a teasing tone slathered all over your words.

You continued your observation of your boys in silence, relishing in the feel of the warm wind and the smell of wet soil. You could feel hotchner shifting his eyes to you every once in a while, but yours stayed focused on the field and your boys.

“Go…” you whispered, clenching your teeth as you eyed the boy running ferociously with the ball. “Come on, go…” you squealed, biting your lip with your hands in fists.

“And score!”

Hearing the sound of the whistle, you jumped up and down with your arms extended, laughing without a care as the little victor came running into your arms. You threw him up in the air and mumbled a passionate ‘good job’ and ‘I’m so proud of you’ before letting him celebrate with his teammates.

As you watched them run off to continue the game, you couldn’t help yourself from speaking in a smug tone.

“What did i tell yo-“

“Go out with me.”

Your large smile came loose as you sheepishly turned towards him, mouth agape and brows furrowed. To your surprise, his entire body was already turned completely towards you, as if he had been standing like that the whole time, eyes drifting over your flowing hair and your rosy cheeks.

“What did you say?”

He mimicked your crossed brows, crossing his arms with a weirdly calm expression on his face.

“I said, go out with me.”

You scoffed with disbelief, turning back to the field while shaking your head. “I hardly think that’s appropriate, coach.”

He placed two gentle hands on either side of your shoulders, turning you to him. “And why is that?”

“Well, for one, we’re the coaches for two different kiddie soccer teams.”

“And?”

You chuckled, blowing out a long breath. “And-“

“Is there a rule I’m not aware of?”

You stared at him blankly.

“Is there a quote on the community soccer’s official website that states two coaches cannot fraternize?”

“Well-“

“The answer is no, for the record. I’ve checked. Multiple times. There is no rule, or quote, or law, or anything, for that matter, that says there cannot be a relationship formed between two responsible, seriously, very adult, coaches.”

You shook your head, clicking your tongue as you fumbled with your fingers. “We’re a terrible match for each oth-“

“And why’s that? I th-“

You quickly clasped a hand over his mouth before he could finish, and an involuntary giggle threatened to escape your mouth at his bulging eyes.

“For starters, you cannot stop interrupting me.”

He raised his arms with the palms facing you, giving you a slow nod as he backed away slightly.

“Other than that…” you paused.

He flashed a knowing smile, looking amused as you looked up to the sky, praying to god to give you a reason, just one reason.

You sighed as stretched your arms behind you dramatically, the feeling of frustration bubbling way beyond your limit.

“There are many, many, many, reasons. In fact, there are so many that I can’t list them all at once. It’ll be morning by the time I’m done.”

“Rematch.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a rematch,” he nudged his head towards the field. In the time it took for hotchner to rile your palms sweaty and your cheeks red, the game had somehow ended in a tie.

You shook your head ‘no’ in denial, practically groaning while your began to collect various scattered water bottles and towels across the grass.

As the little soccer players began running towards their perspective benches, he flashed one more knowing smirk towards you, slowing backing away to his side.

“Until next time, coach. And we will win, positively.”

You snorted, and you had to physically stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head once more. But behind your messy, fallen hair, a small grin had utterly taken over your face.

“Yeah, yeah. Next time.

-

A/n: forgive me I have no idea how soccer matches go lol. Is it called overtime when it ends in a tie? R there rematches? Who knows!

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[wyniepooh]

Want

stuck in a dark, crowded bar, stuck against aaron hotchner. you want him to give in, he just wants you.

oh my GOD EXTREME tension. in fact the only plot point can be summed up in one word: TENSION. mentions of alcohol and tipsiness. bau!reader struggling with a particular case, hotch comforts… and does a little more 😊

the music was blaring entirely too loud.

your second drink was starting to become watered down as the light buzz you craved swarmed your head from your first. when you touched the cold glass, water wet your warm fingertips. a strong breeze enabled you to shiver and look towards the entrance, where a large group of young college students swarmed into the already stuffed and cramped room.

your ears had began to ring, and the flickering lights were making your eyes heavy with pain. you thought about walking out, getting some night air, and feeling the moonlight shine on your face. but when you finally decided to try and get up, there was barely any space left for you to even lift your arms up. you sighed, sitting back down on the beat up stool, elbows resting on the bar table.

“you okay?” the familiarly deep voice asked. you turned your head to reveal aaron behind you, still wearing what he had on this morning in the bau headquarters— his usual, perfectly tight suit with a scarily neat tie. the only noticeable difference in his appearance was that his usually gelled hair was, god forbid, messy. a couple stands of dark hair fell in front of his forehead.

you flashed him a brief smile, “yeah, fine.” you fiddled with the flashy umbrella toothpick in your glass.

he raised his brows, saying nothing because he knew the look in his eyes said it all. he knew how you really felt, but he also knew you would never admit you were anything but fine.

“still thinking about the case, aren’t you?”

you scoffed, “how could i not?” as you took another sip of your drink, images of the various children that were rescued from an abandoned truck flashed through your mind. they were alive, yes. but how could they possibly live life like they used to before? do they even remember what it was like? the sound of a screaming girl filled your brain.

you ran both your hands through your hair, letting out a loud sigh. “god, i hate when kids are involved.”

“i know. me too.”

“they just..” you gulped back a stone in your throat, “they’re so innocent. or, they were once. but now… it’s all gone. i hate that they won’t ever chase butterflies or play in the sand box again, or play in the snow or get ice cream on the beach. all those memories are ruined for them now.”

aaron let out a sigh. a beat passed, and you knew he was thinking of what to say. after a moment, the silence was interrupted by his hushed voice. “agent. they may not have their childhood anymore, but they’ll continue to have their teenagehood, their adulthood, maybe their motherhood or fatherhood. and it’s all because of the work you’ve done. the work we’ve all done. focus on the good. instead of thinking about what they were, think about what they will be.”

you lowered your head slightly, your hair falling to cover you face. you smiled to yourself over his words. fuck, he always knew what to say. why did he always have to know what to say?

a comfortable silence fell upon the two of you as he settled on the stool beside you. he declined the bartender for a drink with a firm extend of his hand, turning his whole body towards you instead. you opened your mouth, then closed it. you wanted to thank him, or at least say something. but no words could be heard coming from your mouth.

aaron, as usual, noticed your discomfort. he tilted his head towards the door with a soft grin and said,

“let’s get out of here.”

you chuckled gratefully, nodding and pushing back your stool to allow yourself to try and get up once again. but before you could turn around, a sudden push pressed your stomach harshly against the bar table.

you exclaimed quietly before looking back at the crowd and rolling your eyes as a sigh came over you. you were completely trapped between the bar table and a group of drunk, dancing, college guys singing annoyingly off-key. seeing your position, hotch comes over and wedges himself between you and a drunk guy who was letting his hands fall a little too close to your tight jeans.

with his chest to your back, he rested a light hand on your arm, leaning down to whisper, “are you okay?”

your face flushed at the close proximity, his hand placement, and the way his words tingled your ears. you were suddenly thankful the room was so dark and swarming with strobe lights, as it was hopefully concealing your ragged breaths and red cheeks. you cleared your throat before responding.

“yeah, fine. just…” you wiggled and attempted to turn, “…totally stuck,” you chuckled.

another push came from behind, both his arms coming down to grip the bar table in front of you.

“just stay like this for a while. we’ll sneak out once this song ends and they stop singing like maniacs and spread out a little more.”

you nodded in response, your head down in embarrassment as you notice just how tight you two are pressed together, and how big his hands look resting on the table compared to yours. people on the dance floor began to move to the beat of the music, the waves of pushes like currents in the sea during a stormy night. another push. and another. one after the other.

whenever you turned your head or adjusted your position, you felt a rush of warm air kiss your ears, making your arms feel like jelly. you were glad the stool aided you in holding you up, as clearly, your arms couldn’t do the job any longer.

it certainly wasn’t the first time you’ve felt so nervous and electrified around aaron, but each time you did, you manage to surprise yourself with just how tender you get.

ever since you walked into the bau building, you knew you were screwed. just up laying eyes on aaron hotchner, you knew your days would suddenly start to feel longer. aaron with his neatly ironed suits, aaron with his gucci ties. aaron with his soothing, dark, voice, neat hair, and clean cologne. aaron who always, always checked up on everyone, aaron who would lightly touch your arm or caress the side of your face. aaron who says “atta girl”, and taps his hand on your back when he hugs. aaron who gave you soft smiles when other weren’t looking and aaron who only occasionally laughed at your lame jokes.

it was no surprise, really, that you had begun to look forward to getting up every morning to go to work.

a particularly harsh bump pushed aaron firmly against you, and a grunt make it’s way past his lips. it was hard to tell with all your senses on alert and tingling, but you heard him mumble something incoherently under his breath. you inhaled sharply, shaking your head quickly to get rid of the butterflies in your stomach.

you told yourself maybe it was the alcohol speaking. maybe the strobe lights were making you hallucinate, or maybe the music was making you think of other things. all of it was responsible for making you imagine the quickening of aaron’s heartbeat against your back, his ragged breaths, the way his hands tightened it’s grip on the table.

but really, in that moment, the music zoned out. your eyes no longer hurt from the flashing lights and everyone disappeared from view. it was just you, and him.

you finally found the courage to turn your head and look back at him, his forehead a little sweaty and his lips pursued. you looked down quickly. the both of you were so close, yet so far. he was holding back. his need, his desire. a fated push caused aaron’s nose to rub roughly against yours, and your broken breaths synced. you leaned forward, your nose still on his. you opened your mouth as if to say something, but you said nothing. you didn’t need to.

you eyes moved up to try and find his, but he was already looking at you. one of his hands came down to rest on your stomach, inching you even deeper against him. he leaned down, his lips barely brushing yours. it was completely silent for a moment. then, he breathed,

“do you want this?”

-

a/n: consent is sexy everyone 😇

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[wyniepooh]

Warmth

With aaron, you find warmth in even the coldest moments.

Pure fluff. Established relationship, FORBIDDEN love with bau!reader. Team is investigating a case in 🇨🇦 OH CANADA 🇨🇦 where it’s freezing, just reader and aaron sneaking around and being cute ugh so gross.

You were going to cross Canada off your travel list the minute you got home.

The crime scene was located at the base of one of the most popular mountains in the country. A total tourist nightmare located in a rather small town. Luckily for the team, the heavy snow plaguing the week prevented too many people from visiting the attraction. Unluckily for you guys, the thick snow also meant that no vehicles were able to travel on the small road, all due to the risk of getting stuck or breaking down and blocking the already complex road.

The team, along with a couple local police officers, had been walking for no more than ten minutes. But your lack of winter boots mixed with the harsh wind threatening to blow off your ears made it seem like you had been walking for hours.

That, and combined with your slightly weak stamina, left you trailing behind the rest of the team.

Having to lift your heavy legs with more strength than you currently possessed and having to fight against a million tiny snowflakes, you were beginning to sway and stumble. You brought your hands up to your mouth, huffing a long breath of warm air onto your frozen fingers.

“Cold?”

You perked up at the voice, rolling your eyes at aaron’s teasing expression.

“Absolutely freezing,” you answered. He looked down at his feet and chuckled at your response, but his smile slowly began to fade at the sight of your chattering teeth and shaking arms.

You silently cursed at having only brought your thin, pocketless jacket, as your only option to being somewhat warm was to pull the sleeves down as far as it could go to cover your hands.

So concentrated with your doomed task, you failed to noticed that aaron, who had been in front of the group at the beginning of the hike, had slowed down and was now in the back of the pack, with you.

“Here.”

You didn’t have time to register his words. Or rather, the cold had an effect on your reaction time. But it didn’t matter— all that mattered, and all that you felt, was his warm hand reaching down to grab yours, promptly stuffing your interwined hands into his coat’s pocket. You gasped lightly, both at the sudden action and at the immediate relief you felt in your half-frozen hand.

“aaron…” you whispered. You pointed your chin at the rest of the team walking in front, giving him a look of wariness as you tried to pull your hand back. In response, aaron simply pulled your entire body closer by tugging on your captured arm, his large palm further encapsulating your hand as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb.

“It’s alright,” he hushed.

You huffed, “They’re going to see-“

“It’s alright.”

He looked down at you with raised brows, eyes soft and smile wide. You sighed as you shook your head, happily accepting your fate. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his red nose and ears, and at the absurdity of this whole situation.

For a brief moment, you and aaron weren’t walking towards a gruesome crime scene. You weren’t coworkers with a strict fraternization policy, and you weren’t secretly holding hands to avoid unwanted scrutiny. You two weren’t anything important, anything or anyone important at all.

You were just two people taking a scroll, hearts filled, hands warm, and cloudy breaths mingling together under the falling snow.

-

A/n: I mainly wanted to write this bc:

#1 I am obsessed with the idea of bau!reader secretly dating hotch and having to subtly show their affection

#2 bc I could not be more excited for winter and the holidays, and last but not least

#3 #canadianpridebaby

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[wyniepooh]

One day

There could be a knife in your leg or a knife in your shoulder, but with hotch, there would always one in your heart, too.

Bau!reader. Mentions of violence, injury, and weapons. Reader gets hurt and is loopy from sedatives, so she questions hotch’s feelings. This is COMPLETELY inspired by @hotchscvm’s recent incorrect quotes post, please go check out their acc to see the original :)

Your hands clutched the sheets beneath you while your back threatened to raise itself off of the flat surface. Your mouth gaped when you felt the pressure of his hand, pressing down and grazing the skin of your upper arm.

An uncontrollable groan slipped past your lips, and your eyes squeezed shut as you hissed quietly to yourself. Your breathing quickened as he leaned closer and closer, and despite your discomfort, you couldn’t help but enjoy the view in front of you.

“We’ll definitely have to take your vest off… and your shirt,” he murmured lightly. His other hand toyed with the collar of your shirt, trailing its way to the buttons on your chest.

Your lips curled up at hotch’s words, and one of your hands came up to grab the hand resting on your shoulder. You touched the skin with your thumb and fumbled with his fingertips, leaning down to brush your lips against him.

A small smile graced his lips, and he sighed, but he didn’t pull back.

Your eyelids were feeling heavy, and your body was giving up on being conscious in any way. The flashing lights practically forced your eyes closed, and all the indistinct chatter was making your brain run in circles. So, you let them fall.

“Be honest, hotch,” you mumbled.

“What’s that?”

Your smile grew bigger as you whispered, “You’ve always wanted to do this, haven’t you? You just couldn’t wait.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as rare laughter sifted through his teeth.

“You mean… have I always wanted you to be stabbed in the shoulder so that I can witness you in extraordinary pain?”

You laughed.

“No, silly. And I’m not in extraordinary pain. Whatever drugs they gave me is doing wonders,” you yawned, nestling your head into the pillow as your words got quieter.

“What I meant was-“

“I know what you meant.”

A silent beat passed. You tightened your grip on his hand.

“And?”

His eyes traveled from your hair to your brows to your closed eyes and nose, finally ending at your lips. “And… I think you need to go.”

Just as he said those words, paramedics appeared and began loading your stretcher into the ambulance. You groaned at the absence of his grasp, which left your hand bare and cold and lonely.

As you lay in the brightly lit vehicle, you managed to raise your head and sneak one last look at him. “I’ll get you to admit it one day,” you uttered.

The smile on his face swelled. He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, a challenging expression donned in the corner of his lips and in the twinkle of his eyes.

“One day.”

-

A/n: idk what the psychology is behind the reader/main character getting hurt that really gets me going and motivated… but oh well lolz

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[wyniepooh]

Restrain

You never thought you would get arrested, especially not for murder, especially not by aaron hotchner. And you most definitely never thought you’d enjoy it.

Reader is a suspect?? But reader is very much innocent ty. Hotch is arresting reader but unexpected feelings arise. Suspect!reader x bau!hotch. Flirty!reader. Maybe love at first sight if u look hard enough??? Hotch is interested but very conflicted. Mentions of alcohol and drunk driving, BUT reader did not drive under the influence of any kind. I truly do not know how an arrest would go down so this whole situation is wildly inaccurate.

If someone had told you at the start of the night that by the end of it, you would be arrested and suspected of committing a murder, you would’ve laughed in their face.

But thinking about it now, you wished that someone had been there to warn you about the sudden turn of events. What was supposed to be a fun girl’s night out quickly turned as sour as the drink you had previously ordered at the bar, when the night was still quite young and full of possibilities.

After bidding goodbye to your friends, you had hopped into your car and was on your way home to your soft bed, a pint of ice cream, and your favourite tv show when you first noticed the flashing nights. You weren’t too bothered at first— the road you were taking led directly to the most popular bars and nightclubs in your city, so it wasn’t strange that police cars often lined up on the side of the road late at night, hoping to catch the reckless driving that would no doubt ensue after a couple rounds on a Friday night.

What was strange however, was that the flashing lights were seemingly following you. Wild as you can be, you didn’t play with yours, or others lives like that. You were sure the mocktails you ordered were indeed ‘mock’, and you knew your driving was in no way a reflection of your state of body and mind because the only alcohol you could’ve possibly consumed were the fumes you breathed in from the drinks of your friends.

Pulling over, you rolled your windows down with an exasperated sigh. As the cold wind rushed in and hit your face, you were reminded of your now ruined plans. So much for ice cream. You waited for the vested officer to lean down before you spoke.

“How may I help you, off-,” you started.

“Out of the vehicle, now!”

Whatever calmness and willingness to cooperate flew out the open window the second the man began to yell. Taking note of his demeanour and the three bright, white letters on his navy vest, a hole immediately dig itself in your stomach.

“Offi- i mean, agent. I really don’t feel comfortable getting out of my car until I’m told the reason I’m being stalked by the fbi.”

The wall man stretched to his full height, crossing his arms as the rest of his team gathered around the scene. “This is a matter regarding a coworker of yours. We have reason to believe you were involved in his demise, the arrest warrant is in our vehicle. If you don’t wish to cooperate, we have the right to use force against you.”

You scoffed as you soaked in the absurdity of his words. “A- a warrant? For what? For murder? If that’s really the case and you have a warrant, I would like to see it, please”

There was a brief pause as the man made eye contact with a female agent, communicating without speaking a word. You almost got to breathe a breath of relief when the man turned and began to walk back to his car, but his abrupt stop in his steps lodged a pocket of air in your throat.

“That’s enough.”

Before you could stop him, the door flew open and he leaned across your waist to unclip your seatbelt. Your panic combined with fear didn’t allow you to think of it much, but in that moment, you couldn’t help the untimely thoughts plaguing your mind.

You couldn’t help that he smelt of mint and pine and whatever was making your stomach flutter.

Thankfully, those bubbles of intrigue popped when the agent grabbed your arm and began dragging you out of the car. The anxious enjoyment turned to just plain anxiousness, and timely thoughts of a murder, an interrogation, and jail filled your head. Once he closed the door, he pushed your bare chest against the cold metal, twisting your arms behind your back rather harshly.

You hissed at the burning pain, turning your head the best you could to glance at his face. “Easy, baby,” you snickered.

He didn’t look back at you, focusing instead on fastening the cuffs around your wrists. “It’s agent hotchner. And you’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Trust me, It’ll make your life a lot easier if you cooperated. Anything you say and do can and will be…”

Maybe there really was something in those mocktails. Maybe it was how tired and and exhausted you were. It was probably because the hard, metal handcuffs were digging into your skin and the fact that your low top and short skirt provided no coverage or warmth in the chilly night. But most of all, it was probably because of the way agent hotchner was rubbing against your back.

Regardless of why or how or what, you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out.

“I’ve never been known as one to cooperate, sir,” you whispered. Arching your back lightly to raise yourself off the side of the car, your backside rubbing into him as you spread your feet ever so slightly, you nudged your nose against the crook of his neck to savour the stubbled skin and his smell. Your already short skirt was riding up your thighs, and you knew, you knew he felt your soft skin, you knew he saw what was underneath the small piece of fabric, and you knew he didn’t want you to stop.

But he put on a good act, despite his rosy cheeks and hitched breathing. After a beat, he crashed your torso back against the car door, tightening the cuffs to the fullest, leaning down to your ear. You groaned again at the bruise you could already feel forming, but still, you couldn’t help the smile that graced your face.

“It’s hotchner— agent hotchner. And i have ways to handle you. Ways to subdue you. Ways to break you and make you do exactly as I say. So get it together, and follow my orders. ”

Shivers traveled down your spine from his deep voice and the warm breath brushing against your ear. You stayed silent this time, choosing instead to plop your head down and let him guide you to the back of a police vehicle.

As you bent your knees to get in, you felt his hand on the top of your head, leading your body to a sitting position. Once sat, you tilted your head, causing his hand to fall from your hair to your cheek, and you smirked at the way he flinched and pulled back.

Because you were miserably restrained, he had to pull the seatbelt over your body for you, the upper half of his form leaning over you as he clipped the contraption into the cavity. You both felt the belt spring into place, you both heard the subtle ‘click’ of the seatbelt, and yet neither of you moved. He turned his head back gently, but he refused to look at you. He simply looked over his shoulder at nothing, even as you bore your eyes into him. Your breathing became faster the longer he stayed, the longer you felt his presence and the longer his scent filled the small space.

His hands rested to the right of your bare legs, and you didn’t miss the way they seemed to clench and squeeze at the seat beneath them. He moved them slowly, and just for a brief moment, his finger grazed your thighs. Just when he shifted his eyes to look at you and his lips parted for words to spill, a voice called out to him.

“hotch! We gotta go.”

He stole one more glance at you before retreating from the car, standing straight and slamming the door shut. He looked down at you. An intangible look swirled in his eyes. Perhaps one of restrain, made up by the many factors that made him who he was. He dropped his head for a minute, as if savouring the moment and the decision he made right in that moment. Looking back at you one last time, a tiny smile rested on his lips.

“Sit still. Behave.”

You felt the heat unfurling on your cheeks as you looked him up and down. Finally, your eyes met his through your eyelashes, the same tiny smile controlling your lips.

“Yes, agent hotchner.”

-

A/n: the things I’d do to get arrested by hotch…

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[wyniepooh]

Enjoyment

Dbf!hotch knows you’re not enjoying the festivities at a family dinner party. He tries his best to change your mind, and you both hope he succeeds.

Dbf!hotch... do I have to say more? Mentions of alcohol, Younger!reader, but R is fully an adult, obvi. R’s parents host a cutesy little dinner party, R has enough of the bs and escapes to backyard, hotch finds her. hotch is mildly out of character if u squint ur eyes, but he’s sexy nonetheless so it doesn’t matter.

the initial excitement of the party had long blown over.

you never did like having people over, never mind people who weren't immediate family. you had put on your usual polite-but-no-bullshit mask when greeting the guests and all throughout dinner, but the disguise was beginning to crack, your tolerance was beginning to thin.

now that your parents and company were all slightly tipsy and gathered around in the living room to recount their carefree, childless days, you didn't miss the opportunity to sneak out the stuffy room. Your eye caught a glass of liquor that was sitting on the kitchen island, and you quickly swiped it before heading out through the back door.

you didn't know whose drink you were holding in your hand, nor did you care what exactly was in the cup. all you desperately wanted was a break from the chatter and, perhaps, a break from reality.

you paced around your backyard for a minute, eventually settling down against an outside wall of your house. the cold bricks prickled your bare shoulders, but your senses turned blurry when you downed the mystery drink in one go.

"is that yours?"

the sudden voice startled the established, calm silence, causing you to cough and choke on the already hard-to-swallow liquid. as you tried to recover from nearly dying, you took the time to eye the man standing across the yard from you.

aaron- no. mr. hotchner.

you cleared your throat before answering. "oh, yeah. I, uh... love whisky."

"really?"

you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, nodding quickly. “really.”

"because i’m positive I left that exact glass on the counter when I went to go to the bathroom... and it's no longer there."

you sighed, looking down in defeat as you rubbed your face with one hand. "you got me. sorry, mr. hotchner, I just grabbed the first drink I saw and-"

he shook his head to stop you. "aaron- please."

you chuckled as you tested the way his name felt rolling across your tongue and slipping past your lips. you set the empty glass down on a stool in front of you, crossing your arms defensively. "well, aaron. just so you know, I'm legal to drink. the only thing I'm guilty of is being too lazy to make my own."

he smiled and started walking toward your lazy position against the wall. "I believe you."

a loud silence fell upon the both of you as he turned to stand beside you, mirroring your movements with his back up against the wall. as you stared up at the tiny stars decorating the sky, you weren't sure what you were supposed to do. offer to make him another drink? make conversation? Thankfully, your frantic prayers were answered when aaron spoke again, breaking the silence.

"so, I take it you're not a big fan of these dinner parties."

you turned your head to look at him and found that he was already looking at you. "is it that obvious?"

"yes."

you snorted. "well, that's not fair. you're a... profiler, or something, right? isn't it your job to read people's expressions and whatnot?"

"yes, that's right..." he admitted. "...but it doesn't take a profiler to recognize that a pretty girl isn't enjoying herself."

The last words came out in a whisper, but you heard them loud and clear. you mouth gaped as you struggled to think of what to say, and suddenly, you became too aware of just how close he was to you.

you looked him up and down, a blush creeping up your face as you took in the sight of his casual jeans and tight tee. his hair was gelled, but it was clear that the adventures of the night had messed up his previously perfectly coiled hairstyle. as your eyes found his again, your thoughts flickered between grazing his stubble with your finger or touching his smooth lips.

finally, you retaliated a response.

"well... how does a pretty girl who is enjoying herself look like?" you used the same hushed tone as he did, but again, your words rang loud and clear under the chilly night sky.

“I have yet to find out,” he murmured as he looked down at you. His weight was now being supported by one arm leaning against the wall as his other toyed with the hem of your shorts. He was a significant bunch taller than you, and while the height difference make you cross your legs to stop the heat from pooling, it also acted as a stern reminder of the obvious taboo between the two of you.

You wondered if he even remembers that you're the daughter of his best golf buddy, wondered if he’s been thinking about this for a long time or this was completely spontaneous. most of all, you wondered whether or not he truly cared about any of that at all.

God knows you didn’t care, no. Not with the drink you shot down earlier already taking effect in your stomach, sending tingles to all the right places and blurring out all the grim places and thoughts.

You reached down, hands first beginning by playing with the edge of his tee, then slowing trailing a finger down to his jeans. You scratched the brown belt lightly, fighting back a smile as you heard him sigh. You hooked one finger on the loop of his jeans, pulling his pelvis towards you as you looked up at him with an aching desire.

“can you figure it out, sir?”

He smiled with the same mischief you had across your face, the sides of his mouth curling up as he chuckled quietly.

“I'll try my best”

As he enclosed you with his body and smell and stupid smile, you thought to take back your earlier statement about there being no excitement present at dinner parties such as this one. Because you’ve never felt so alive, breathing against the chest of a man whom you knew you had no business entangling with.

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A/n: tbh the moment I see the letters d, b, and f, ESPECIALLY w hotch I simply cannot resist. At all.

@hotchsdoormat @zaddyhotch @hotchscvm idk I feel like u all would enjoy this… 🙈

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Masterlist

the hunger games - coriolanus snow

* - 16+, contains mildly suggestive content.

^ - 18+, explicit content. (no smut!)

Snow*

snow rarely falls in district twelve. but when it does, it always takes something, or someone away with him.

Miss*

coriolanus misses his family and the many capitol luxuries, but the person he misses the most, is right here in the districts.

Red*

red belonged to coriolanus snow. you, belonged to coriolanus snow.

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