#aaron x listener

[brainrotcharacters]

We Need A Win

This request from @chimckenns went something like "🥺🥺🥺" like she really felt the need to pull that shit on me

Tags: Smartass's and Aaron's serious conflict days are behind them, bodily liquids and various positions, a desk?, rough sex, they come twice and the second time is gentler, I'm not pulling punches part 2, etc.

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If the both of them were being perfectly honest, they forgot why they were arguing. As it stands, with Smartass riding Aaron's hand, and him panting into their mouth, whatever it was must have not been so important.

"I hate―" Aaron angled his wrist, and Smartass's moaning melted into mewls. Aaron laughed, lightly kissing them on the mouth. "I hate how gorgeous you are when I get you like this."

Bracing an arm across his chest to pause those distracting kisses, Smartass stood from the stool chair and took Aaron's hand away. The top part of his undershirt were undone, black necktie dangling over a tantalizing slash of that skin that Smartass ached to pepper with kisses. One of the buttons still rolled across the floor from where it was ripped open ― neither of them remember who did it.

"What the fuck did I tell you about these things, Aaron?" Smartass made quick work undoing his belt with one hand, watching an enjoyable, frustrated expression cross his face when he realized Smartass's arm kept him at bay. "It's bad quality unless I can take it off."

Aaron listened to the sound of his belt buckle. He waited until Smartass reached for his zipper before grabbing the base of their throat and pushing them toward the nearest wall. Not hard enough for their head or tailbone to hit, but enough that their arm across his chest faltered, and the hardness between his legs pinned Smartass's hand between them. Another moan of protest escaped their mouth when they tried to grind their hips against him, but could only wrap their ankles behind his back.

That was the same sound Smartass often made when he had to shut down their proposals. Even then, Aaron wondered if they'd make that sound when he was between their legs.

He leaned in for a searing kiss, groaning into the cavern of Smartass's mouth. "Speak for yourself. Who said you could fucking wear these around me again?"

Aaron ran a deliberate hand across the form fitting vest that framed Smartass's chest for his viewing pleasure ― lower, and around to the half undone pants that showed off how lethally pristine their back profile was. Squeezing their ass once, Aaron pulled them closer by the waist. "You're spiteful. Bitter."

"Oh, taste me before you decide that." Smartass freed their hand, running a thumb down his Adam's apple as if mapping the path of their inevitable pleasure.

He pried their mouth open with his forefinger and middle finger, pressing down on their tongue. "Too much shit is coming out of your mouth. Suck."

Smartass glared even as they obeyed, hands grasping to pull his pants down. Aaron shook his head mockingly. "Aww, you can't touch me yet, baby. Not until you cum on my face."

Their toes curled. They loathed that nickname―absolutely abhorred how Aaron purring that petname made their skin feel too tight and made their legs spread wider.

He pressed a tender kiss to their right cheek, touching where his fingers had gotten slick with Smartass's saliva. "If you let go of my hair while I taste you, I'm going to stop. I promise you that."

Tying Smartass's hands behind their back would have made them comply easier than hearing those words, but they nodded. In two swift movements, Aaron removed his fingers and dropped to his knees. He hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of Smartass's pants, managing to free one leg that he slung over his shoulder before he started feasting.

Smartass gasped against the back of their hand, before remembering the verdict he laid out and twisting their fingers into his hair. Focus, goddamnit. Don't let him win.

They commonly saw red whenever Aaron pissed them off. Rage and the urge to hit something was the status quo, their day to day. But Smartass often saw black spots in their vision when Aaron didn't hesitate to lick and suck them dry. And that anger revealed itself as a need for touch every single time.

Aaron tapped the meat of Smartass's thigh, and they peered down to see him already glaring up at them. Smartass whimpered, panting. "Fuck, you can't do that, Aaron. I do-don't work for you anymore. You shouldn't...!" You shouldn't be so focused, was what they failed to say. But he knew that.

His saliva-coated fingers pumped, and Smartass could imagine those same strong hands gripping a pen too hard. His voice was muffled. "Don't tell me what to do."

"My god...!" Smartass moaned toward the ceiling, and distantly thought no other word could describe the man between their legs. What, in fact, were they even fighting about?

Aaron could relax when he wasn't talking. Tasting and gulping down everything Smartass had to offer now, he never felt more in his element. He laughed against the deepest, most intimate parts of his partner, causing Smartass to buck their hips in pleasure. This was so much easier to focus on.

"No―" Smartass's legs started buckling, their fingers in Aaron's hair squeezing even tighter. "No― dammit, no! Stop!" A grin spread across their face.

Aaron put his mouth off of their head with a loud pop. "Are you holding out your orgasm on me?"

Smartass could only push their palm on the side of his head, fingers grasping at his scalp. He licked up their center, hot breath fanning where they needed him most. "I told you not to fucking do that."

Aaron remembered why they were arguing. For this entire week, both of them had no time for each other. They brought work home every now and then if they weren't already in the middle of another overtime. Aaron could only afford a chaste kiss in passing, and an empty, comforting "I know" whenever Smartass fake cried after him everytime he walked away. They both had to concentrate ― to deserve the time they spent with each other.

It meant they weren't necessarily fighting. He thought, curling their fingers into that spot he knew Smartass always whimpered over. It was more of a releasing of mutual frustration that wasn't directed at each other.

Aaron smiled as the sweet flavor of their pleasure warmed his tongue and filled his throat. Smartass's hips trembled around his head, blocking his hearing to the moans and curses flying out of that pretty mouth. He lapped up as much of it as he could, running soothing hand motions across their hips.

"Give me." Smartass panted after Aaron's stained mouth as he stood to his full height. "Give me, give me, give me―"

Aaron pressed his fingers around Smartass's chin and kissed their cum into their mouth. He hummed in pleasure. "You're so good for me. Well done."

That was the same tone he used whenever they presented a proposal to him, before he had to send it up to the higher ups. Smartass wondered if he wanted to fuck even back then.

"You're not gonna do that again today." Smartass murmured in intervals, suckling Aaron's tongue and licking the liquid off of his teeth.

He thumbed a line across Smartass's jaw, angling their head to consume their mouth deeper. He sipped back the cum that they haven't already swallowed. "Stop me from tasting you. See what happens."

Fire shuddered between Smartass's shoulders, twin to the one twisting at the base of their spine so soon after they came. "I'm not afraid of you. You're mine."

Linking their ankles and arms together around his body, Smartass panted eagerly into Aaron's skin. "I can take everything you dish out, you know that."

Refusing to miss a beat, Aaron carried them in his arms toward the bedroom, shedding their clothes the entire way there. Smartass extended a hand to help remove their vest. Then, they placed Aaron's tie between his teeth.

"There. So fucking pretty." Smartass kissed him again, simply for the sake of being able to do so.

Only Aaron's undershirt and Smartass's second pant leg remained when they beelined for the bedroom. The back of Smartass's left shoulder collided against the doorframe, and they hissed in pain.

"Shit," Aaron braced an arm tighter around their frame, using his other hand to massage the spot. "Sorry, baby. That was my bad."

"I think my bone is broken." Smartass whispered dramatically. "It's fractured. I'm bleeding internally. I see the light of heaven!"

Aaron giggled, gently setting them down on a desk. "I don't think so. You're not going up there after everything you did to me."

"You're not exactly pure yourself either, motherfucker." Smartass giggled up at him, entirely aware of the cock that was devastatingly close to their center.

"Thank fuck for that, huh?" Aaron grinned, and slowly put himself in.

Aaron sounded hot when he was either yelling at Smartass or moaning as he put that gorgeous cock inside them. It curved right this side of delicious pain that they had to pay attention, matching every roll of his hips and milking him for all he was worth.

"Every time," he panted into Smartass's shoulder. "Every damn time... You feel so good around me..."

The next groan splintered Smartass's throat on the way out, and they murmured hoarsely into Aaron's lips. "Fill me up. Fuck me right now. I swear to you, you're gonna come first."

"Is that a guarantee?" He challenged, winding an arm to clear the desk on either side of them. Aaron looked at his partner in the face as he slowly rolled his hips, driving more of his cock deeper into Smartass's welcome heat. He smiled at the sight of that jaw dropping, and another sweet whimper escaping those lips. "That's that same spunk you threw at me back at Vesta."

"Damn fucking―" they involuntarily clenched around him. "―right it is. Aaron, don't stop."

He placed an open mouthed kiss on Smartass's temple. "What do I get if you come first? Bragging rights?"

"You're fucking full of yourself." A wicked grin sliced across that pretty face before Aaron felt hands on the back of his neck, and around his torso. Smartass thrusted up into him, swallowing more than half of his length.

"And you―" Aaron choked on air, pulling out slightly before slamming his hips into theirs, his cock fully snug between their legs. Gasps and groans escaped them both as they held eye contact. "You are fucking full of me. So who wins?"

It was all a dance. A life-or-death waltz of this infuriatingly smart mouth and that specific neck tie. To the untrained, it was emotional and chaotic ― the yelling, the insults, the threats. Only a select few of Smartass's and Aaron's peers know it for the calculated, precise ping pong that it was.

"Do something for me." Smartass splayed a hand on his bare chest, and he stopped. The affection in his face broke Smartass's heart. "Don't pull out."

They lifted one leg around him, turning in place so they were on all fours. They nearly pulled their other side to brace against the hard, unforgiving desk when Aaron gripped their hips. "Wait, wait. Feels so amazing. Hold on a second."

"Cumming already?" Smartass smiled over a shoulder, bucking their ass on his cock. "Come on. Give up."

Aaron laughed through his teeth and yanked Smartass into place. Another groan at the sensation of them wrapped around him got caught in his throat. "No."

Good. Smartass shifted their attention to the mirror mounted on the wall next to the desk. The glass pane was regularly cleaned so they could clearly see the single-minded focus on Aaron's face as he fucked them from behind again and again and again ―

"Beautiful." He grasped a fistful of Smartass's hair, twisting the rest around his fist before tugging high enough to kiss the top of their head. "Look at you, baby. You look incredible."

Smartass giggled, not entirely conscious of their physical body anymore except for where they were joined with him. They grasped the edges of the desk, rolling their hips back against his thrusts. "You feel incredible. Fuck, Aaron... Fuck!"

Another rough groan escaped Aaron as he nibbled Smartass's shoulder, groaning into their skin.

Smartass gasped, "This was all I could think about while working. You, balls deep inside me. Nothing else gets to me so fucking good...!"

Aaron dipped a free hand between Smartass's hips, breath labored as he laughed at the sound of Smartass's slick essence. "Yeah, it gets cold at my office, you know. It knocks me out at worst. And I can't have you sucking my cock from under the desk anymore, with those pretty eyes watching me cum for you."

Don't cum. Don't you dare fucking cum. Smartass grabbed the side of the desk closer to them, trying to draw distance from Aaron's other hand. "Why not?"

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Aaron was grinning as he gripped Smartass's hair, pressing them against the mirror's surface. His other hand returned between their legs. "I'm not fucking done with you."

Word for word, he said that to Smartass whenever they stormed out of his office. Same tone and all.

Smartass arched their back, dragging their insides up and down the length of him. Another string of curses escaped Aaron, as his cock began twitching each time he bottomed out.

"I'm close," they intertwined their fingers with his, bringing it to their pounding heart. "Come with me... Aaron. Please."

Aaron abandoned his pace, slamming his hips against theirs. The hand he held around their hair dropped to their hips. "I'm here. I got you, I'm with you. Breathe into it, baby. Breathe."

"Okay." Smartass threw their head back into his shoulder and held their breath. Then with a final thrust home, Aaron guided them through a shuddering exhale, their walls milking his cock with a vice-like grip. "F-Fuck! Aaron...!"

He groaned hoarsely into their shoulder, thumb massaging circles on their hip. "I know. I know, baby. Hold onto me."

When the aftershock of what they've done mixed with the clarity of what they have left to reach, they managed to whimper. "Bed. Now."

Aaron pulled out, watching their combined essences trickle down Smartass's thighs as they stumbled onto the sheets. Brows furrowed in focus, they turned onto their back, lifting both legs for Aaron to admire what they've done.

"Fuck it back inside me." Smartass giggled.

"Jesus." Aaron grinned, eyes darting between Smartass's face and that beautiful spilling substance between their legs. He wetted his bottom lip with his tongue. "You're gonna kill me, baby."

He joined them in bed, gathering as much of their cum on his tip before sliding it back between Smartass's legs. This time, they went on a more luxuriant pace, feeling every vein and curve where they were joined and became one.

"We're both too busy." He kissed the words into Smartass's mouth. "We didn't fight. I forgot if we were."

"Me too." Smartass giggled bashfully. "Shit, you're so hot. I love you."

Aaron offered a mocking smirk. "You getting soft on me when I'm fucking our cum back inside you?"

Smartass clenched around him, and they both moaned. "Yes, you asshole. Now say it back."

"I love you." He chuckled into the kiss, willing the words to reach down their throat, and reach the heart they adored. Even with his cock snug and warm between their legs. "I love you. I trust you. And thank you for being with me."

Smartass drew their tongue across his teeth, and Aaron melted into their taste. "I love you. In every way we both know... Aaron, I am yours."

And after they came together for a second, more tender time, Aaron promised to cuddle for five precious minutes before finding a towel and a couple of water bottles. Smartass was in the middle of lamenting the warm absence he left in bed before he returned to the room, naked as the day he was born with the necessities in hand.

"Behave." He chuckled, watching Smartass's attention remain on his cock. "We're both tired."

"Speak for yourself." They blink up at him, reaching for one water bottle and the chocolate bar he also had.

Aaron lightly smacked them in the ass, turning them on their stomach to wipe down their legs. Smartass jumped at the warm dampness of the towel, and he laughed. "Are you sore anywhere? How's your shoulder?"

"Oh, I forgot it got hit." Smartass giggled over a mouthful of chocolate. They offered the rest of the bar to him. "You? Anything I can massage out?"

"I think I just needed to stretch it out, actually." He kneaded the muscles on Smartass's thighs and ass, kissing one cheek for good measure. Then he thankfully received the chocolate. "Thanks for that too, by the way."

Smartass giggled into their shoulder shyly. "Oh, you're very welcome, baby! I'm happy to do it!"

Climbing over them, Aaron slung his arms around their front, gathering them towards him. He started peppering their neck with kisses. "So good for me. So, so good. We'll need to take a shower in a while, okay? Don't forget."

"But you'll hold me first, right?" Smartass summoned that challenging edge to their tone again. "You fucking better, Aaron."

They looked back to see his hilariously incredulous face. Then he nosed the back of Smartass's ear. "You don't have to tell me twice. It feels amazing to hold you right now. You have no idea."

Smartass nestled back into him contentedly. "I have some idea."

"... So, who won?"

"Nobody. We came at the same time."

"That's boring. One of us should win."

Silence, then... "Are you open to shower sex?"

[rainedravens]

"oh my god guys the enemies just became lovers"

[bitterest-taste]

growing up is realising that spencer reid was always hot

maturing is realising that aaron hotchner was also fine as fuck the whole time

[habakos]

Neil and Nicky compilation🩷

[atlabeth]

too sweet

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: a night out makes hotch realize a few too many things.

a/n: me??? writing for criminal minds again out of nowhere??? what is going on. and i do not have an answer i was just in a hotch mood bc he's fine asf and i finally have the confidence to write for him here we are lol. hope u enjoy this short lil thing

wc: 2.4k

warning(s): alcohol consumption, a sexual joke or two, written in one go so might be a mess! aaron is all in his head but this is basically all fluff

Hotch can’t focus. 

Mostly because he can’t stop glancing over at you. Normally it’s not a problem—he’d lost count of how many times he’d distracted himself from mounds of paperwork by meeting your eyes through his office window, often accompanied by a smile that made even his heart beat a little faster—and especially now, it shouldn’t be a problem. 

You and Derek have had some kind of bet going on during the past few nights out—you didn’t believe he was as charming and suave as he claimed, and Morgan was all too happy to prove you wrong.

You bet that he couldn’t get at least five numbers every night, and come last Thursday, Morgan took the win at the end of the evening with a smile on his face. As punishment, the first round of their next night out was on you. 

And that’s nice, sure. Hotch is always thankful that his team can still joke around and have fun with each other despite everything they have to deal with each day. He hopes they keep the light in their eyes as long as possible, especially the younger ones. He’s fine with being the stick in the mud, the one who never smiles, the iron willed chief that scares local uniforms.

Hotch is not so fine with the way he feels right now. 

It’s a busy night at the bar, which is understandable. Hotch is sure half the precinct is out alongside them, celebrating the BAU finally solving the case that had torn them to shreds over the past week. You, Reid, and Garcia put the threads together an hour into scouring through evidence, and the unsub was cuffed before noon. 

Certainly something to celebrate—there’s a reason the whole team agreed to go out tonight and leave tomorrow. Even Rossi decided to join when he learned you would be buying, but he’s already abandoned them in favor of catching up with some old friends. Hotch even thinks they might have another round in their future because of their solve, courtesy of the local chief. They had a long night ahead of them. 

But you haven’t gotten the drinks yet, and Hotch wonders how long it’ll take even after you do. Because some officer is trying to talk you up, and you’re smiling and laughing along and giving him every bit of your attention. 

Hotch recognized him the moment he set eyes upon him, even in plain clothes. He’s some joke of an officer from the station, and he’s been trying to get your number—or even just get your attention—throughout their whole visit. Always sidling up to you during debriefs, specifically giving you any information or evidence he finds—Hotch has overheard him asking for your number more than once. 

Hotch has been so focused on the case he’s not even sure if you’ve rejected him or not, and the mere thought is enough to annoy him. If he wasn’t equally as sure of your ability to defend yourself and afraid of overstepping with you, he would have stepped in. 

But it makes sense. The officer is young and handsome, you’re young and pretty—not to mention you have a way of lighting up any room you step into. Hotch spent the whole first month of your employment wondering why you would want to do a job like this. He’s spent the rest of it thankful that you did. 

You’re sharp as a whip, naturally, but you’ve also done wonders for the team atmosphere. It’s hard to feel down with a smile like yours beaming his way. The job weighs you down like it does everyone, but you still manage to lift everyone’s spirits on the jet ride back before they jump into the next case. It’s impressive. 

It’s also trouble. You’ve been part of the BAU for almost two years now, and Hotch has spent just as much time tearing his eyes away from you as he has working. It’s wrong, and it’s wholly inappropriate in terms of your working relationship—he’s your boss, for god’s sake. 

But sometimes, Hotch will be beating himself up over one thing or another on a case, and you’ll plant yourself in his vicinity and refuse to leave until you’ve helped him work through it. If you ever tire of the FBI, he thinks you have a second calling as an elementary school teacher. 

Sometimes the hotel they’re staying at will have truly shitty coffee, worse than they’re used to at the BAU, and you’ll already be in the lobby with a tray full of the team’s orders. Hotch never recalls telling you his order—you just figured it out, and you remembered it. 

Sometimes his gaze will drift your way, and he’ll find you already staring at him. You look away just as quickly as he does, and it makes him wonder. 

Hotch has made a living off of studying the behavior of others. More often than not, he finds himself profiling his co-workers just out of instinct. His job is to know what others are thinking. 

But god. When it comes to you, Hotch doesn’t think he’s ever felt more unsure in his life. Especially when you look at him the same way he wants to for weeks, then act nothing but proper another day; when you fall asleep against his shoulder on the jet one night and entertain some desk jockey another night. 

It makes him feel like a highschooler again, trying to figure out if Haley really liked him or if she was just playing around, and it’s more embarrassing than it should be. Especially when he’s still dealing with the lingering emotions from the divorce. 

“Hotch.” JJ’s voice is enough to break him out of his trance, and he blinks as he turns to her. At least someone paid him the mercy to dispel his thoughts, even if only for a temporary time. 

“What?” 

“Did you hear a single word I said?” she asks, a slight smile curving on her lips. 

“Of course,” he responds. “The chief’s over there talking with the commissioner. He’s the same guy who made your life difficult the last time we were in Milwaukee.” 

JJ’s eyebrows shoot up, and she nods. “I didn’t think you were listening.” 

“I think he just got lucky,” Morgan cuts in, his gaze darting over to you momentarily. “I think you were too focused on our drinks.” 

Reid frowns. “I don’t think he was focused on the drinks. He’s—” 

“Just making sure they’re still coming,” Hotch interrupts, and he straightens his tie. Today really has been a long one—usually, he’s better at covering these things up. “And I wasn’t lucky. I was listening.” 

“Trust me,” Morgan says with a laugh, “I’m watchin’ her until I’ve got a glass in my hand. She’s not getting out of this after the way she bragged this whole month.” 

“The stupidest thing to make a bet on,” Prentiss remarks, “especially with you.” 

“She said she just wanted to prove you wrong,” Reid contributes. “She thinks you’re too cocky.” 

Morgan grins. “It’s not cocky if you can back it up.” 

Hotch’s attention goes back to you, and you’ve finally gotten their drinks. You’re loading them onto a tray like you’re the bartender yourself, and his brows crease. Maybe he should have gone up with you. 

“Do you think she needs help?” he asks. How obvious is too obvious? Why does it feel like his brain only works at half power whenever it comes to you? 

“She’ll be fine,” Prentiss says. “And if she needs it, that guy talking her up can help.” 

“Jason Rodriguez,” Reid remarks. “He hung around her the whole time we were trying to pinpoint a location, and he wasn’t any help, which makes sense because he's practically desk-bound at the precinct. I’m surprised she got any work done.” 

JJ chuckles. “I’m surprised he hasn’t given up yet. He’s been following her around all week, like some lost puppy.” 

Morgan shrugs. “I dunno. She seems pretty into him.” 

“I don’t think ex-frat boys are her type,” Prentiss says wryly. Hotch doesn’t think so either, but he doesn’t say anything. Contributing to this kind of conversation is certainly too obvious.  

“I doubt we’ll be back here for a while. She might as well.” Morgan smiled. “She probably needs a win after such an embarrassing loss.” 

Thankfully, before Hotch has to keep pretending not to care about this topic, you walk over carrying a tray of cocktails—and you’re alone. The subject of their previous conversation seems lost in the crowd, and he feels a dangerous amount of relief. 

“Are you all talking about me?” you drawl. 

“You know we are, sweetheart. Thought you were never gonna get here.” Morgan sits up, smiling at you. “What’d my win get us?” 

“Long Island Iced Teas,” you muse as you set the tray down. “Enjoy it, because I’m gonna be working some overtime to make up for all these.” 

Morgan grins as he takes his drink. “You should’ve never doubted my skills.” 

“I’m surprised you didn’t need any help,” Prentiss says. “You’ve done this before, huh?” 

“Bartended my way through college.” You slide into the booth next to Hotch, just a bit too close for a bit too long, and he hopes that no one can see his chest still for a moment. It’s impressive that he still hasn’t figured out how to lessen the effect you have on him. “I’ve probably got better hands than you, Morgan.” 

“Do we need to make another bet?” he asks. “Because I’d love to clean out your wallet.” 

“Maybe wait another month before you prey on any more poor, defenseless agents,” you croon, and Morgan laughs. 

He pivots the conversation away from you when you pick up your drink and take a sip, and you look at Hotch. Whenever your gaze is on him, you make him feel like he’s the only person in the room. He’s sure you never look at anyone else that way, but Hotch wonders how much of that is his mind trying to justify his imagination. 

“I’m surprised you agreed with this,” you say, mercifully interrupting his thoughts. “I thought you’d want us to go back tonight.” 

“You all earned a night out after the work you did,” Hotch says. He thinks about taking a drink, but he decides against it, at least for now. He can barely trust his sober mind. 

“You’ve earned it too,” you say. “We wouldn’t be anywhere without you, Hotch. You keep us all together.” 

He shakes his head. “I don’t think I ever would’ve connected the dots like you and Reid can with Garcia. I hate unsubs with secret codes.” 

“I’ve always liked puzzles,” you muse. “There’s nothin’ like it when it all finally clicks.” 

Hotch hums, and for a moment, he’s silent. Your gaze remains fully on him, and that might be why he has trouble thinking. It’s too easy to get lost in your eyes. 

“What did that guy say?” Hotch finally manages to ask, because he honestly can’t help it. Morgan’s points actually worried him a bit, and he wonders what that says about him. Ex-frat boy certainly isn’t your type, but someone forgettable for a one night stand isn’t the most absurd thing in the world. 

Your brows knit together as you drink some more. “What guy?”

“The officer you were talking with,” he says. “He seemed to like you.” 

He’d been flirting with you since the moment you stepped into the precinct, actually, desperate for your attention, but Hotch didn’t really want to say that. He’s sure you noticed either way, if the rest of the team did. 

“Oh. Him.” You shrug. “He’s nice, I guess. Definitely a looker. But he’s got nothing beneath that hair.” 

“Morgan’s surprised you didn’t bring him back,” Hotch says. He wonders if he’s pushing too much, and again, he feels like a highschooler testing the waters. Do you know what you do to him? What you reduce him to? 

You shrug as you take a sip. “If he knows what’s good for him, he knows he doesn’t have a chance. My attention’s on someone else.” 

Prentiss calls your name and you get drawn back into the middle of the team’s conversation, and thankfully, Hotch has a chance to digest your words—and the stunner of a smile you flash at him before you get pulled into their talk. 

His decision to not drink seems even wiser, now. Hotch has to loosen his tie, and he ignores Reid watching him. It’s futile trying to hide anything from Spencer Reid—the kid already knows everything. 

Again, it's dangerous how much satisfaction he gets from it—from knowing you never really paid that officer a second thought. You didn’t smile at him the way you smile at Hotch. You don’t smile at anyone the way you smile at Hotch. He thought he was imagining it at first, or that he was just a bit too stuck up, but it was the honest truth. You paid him special attention, and he couldn’t blame the warmth in his chest from the thought on any alcohol. 

He tunes back into the conversation just to hear Morgan demand you pay for his next drink. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous,” you say. 

He puts a hand to his chest. “Generous? You’re just paying what you owe me.” 

You laugh and shake your head. “Pick your poison, pretty boy.” 

“How do you feel about tequila?” 

You make a noise of disgust and shake your head. “As long as I don’t have to drink it.” 

“You’re just paying, sweetheart.” Morgan’s eyes dart to Hotch, and he nods as he grins. “One for me and our fearless leader.” 

Hotch shakes his head. “Someone has to get us back to the hotel.” 

“That’s what cabs are for!” Prentiss exclaims. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Hotchner. You deserve to let a little loose.” 

“It takes most people an hour to process a drink,” Reid contributes, “so you’ll be fine before we leave if you want to drive.” 

“Come on, Hotch,” you say, and you nudge his shoulder. “You might as well—I’m paying.” 

“...Fine,” he says, and the whole team cheers. Even Reid smiles. 

“Y’know, you can smile tonight, Hotch,” you say with one of your own before you down the rest of your drink and stand up.

And one actually tugs at his lips. It feels a lot hotter in this bar with your eyes sparkling and you beaming right at him, and he fights the need to shed his jacket. Your grin somehow grows. 

“That’s what I came out to see,” you remark as you pick your wallet back up from the table. “I expect another when I get back, Hotch. There’s a lot to celebrate tonight.” 

Yeah, he thinks as he watches you go. There just might be. 

[rcbertsugden]

#you can actually pinpoint the second when his heart rips in half

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Imagine…

Starting to make dinner in Aaron’s apartment on a Thursday night. He’s just gone for a shower, washing away his last case and the worst parts of the world that he falls privy to day in and day out as Unit Chief of the BAU.

You’re humming along to your oldies but goodies playlist while sipping a glass of white wine that’s too sweet for Aaron’s liking. As the current song fades out and the familiar notes of a Bee Gees tune start, you realize with a smile just how many of these songs you've compiled make you think of your love.

And, speak of the furthest thing from the devil, suddenly he’s there, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind as his body perfectly molds to the dips and curves of your own. He guides you back and forth in a gentle sway, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder as he releases a deep sigh.

You allow your eyes to drift shut and your head to fall back against Aaron so you can bury your nose in the crook of his neck. "Sauce'll burn," you mumble, letting his familiar smell wash over you and sending warm tingles throughout your body.

"Let it," he responds just as softly. "We'll order something. Need to hold you."

You release a sound of contentment that's half-sigh, half-hum, nuzzling even deeper into him as if you can become one person if you try hard enough. In this moment, there's no yesterday or tomorrow. There's no anticipation of the next phone call that will take your love across the country again. There's no darkness, no fear, no evil lurking around the corner. There's just you and the man you love more than anything else in the world.

You dot gentle kisses along the expanse of his skin that you can reach without moving, and he squeezes you tighter in response. "Marry me," Aaron breathes out on a sigh. "I'll make it more romantic later, I promise. Just tell me you'll be mine forever."

"Oh, my baby," you murmur. "I already am."

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies @callm3c0nfus3d

[hotchs-big-hands]

I'm sorry this is all I've been thinking of is that stupid song but I can't be blamed when he's the inspiration behind the thoughts 💔

[writinghotchner]

fandom: criminal minds pairing: hotch x fem!reader (could be read as hotch x oc, i guess) rating: M (nsfw) words: 1,224

read below, or on ao3.

insomnia has once again webbed its way through her brain and shattered through her eyelids. it's nothing new, she's dealt with it most of her life. with an annoyed, tired sigh, she turns fully onto her side to face her boyfriend letting her eyes scan his sleeping face as puffs of his breath fans across her nose. she sighs again, frustrated that she can't sleep and that he can. just as she's about to fling the blanket off of herself and stomp to the living room to be grumpy on the couch, he cracks an eye to look at her. she immediately huffs out a laugh.

"did i wake you?"

he clears his throat and rolls onto his back, stretching his body a little. "i felt you staring at me." he turns to look at the clock on his nightstand. two a.m.

she laughs at that, reaching over to palm his cheek, it hits him with a soft unpainful smack. "i'm sorry. i was admiring your ability to sleep."

he rolls back onto his side, wiggling a little closer to her. "can't sleep?"

she sighs. "no, my brain won't shut up long enough."

he hums his response, his eyes slipping closed again.

"aaron..."

his eyes open slowly to look at her. "hm?"

"help me fall asleep...?" she studies his face as well as she can in the dimly lit room, but she sees him crack a grin, his eyes coming to life.

"how do you suppose i do that?" his voice is still rough with sleep sending shivers down her spine, igniting the fire already growing deep in her belly.

without saying anything, she reaches for his left hand and guides it slowly towards her already throbbing center. she lifts her right leg up a little to give him room and he automatically palms the entirety of her, the warmth of his large hand making the heat already boiling between her legs unbearable.

"god, baby, please.." she chokes out in a whisper, but he keeps slowly, lightly, running his hand over her.

"please what?"

she throws him a pointed look and he grins. "i want your fingers inside m-"

before she can even finish that sentence, he skims his fingers up over her mound, and then wiggles them under her panties, brushing through her trimmed pubes. he doesn't pull her lips apart like she's dying for him to, instead he rests his entire palm on her pubic bone and lets his fingers play softly at her opening, feeling how hot and wet she already was. she squirms under him, clenching helplessly at nothing. he chuckles. "already so wet, hm? were you planning on waking me up or were you going to take care of this yourself?"

she huffs out something between a breathy laugh and a moan as she reaches under the blankets to grip at his wrist. "you're killing me here, babe."

"oh, we can't have that, can we?" he says and then quickly presses his two middle fingers down and then up, pulling her lips open and then stopping to press the tips of them against her clit. she squirms against his hand even more, her bottom lip caged between her teeth.

"aaron hotchner, i swear to god," she pants, the grip on his wrist tightening.

he props his head up on his right hand so he can look down at her, the street light from outside barely shining into the room so he can see the shadows of her face. she looks up at him right when he starts moving his fingers in small circles. she licks her lips and lets them fall apart to suck in a breath.

he speeds up his movements, watching as her face as it contorts with pleasure, her chest rises and stutters, an annoyed yet pleasurable groan leaving her throat.

"baby, please," she nearly chokes out. he chuckles to himself, loving that he can do this to her - make her beg and moan.

a few more deep pressure circles to her clit and he slides his fingers down to her opening and presses inside of her slowly. "is this what you want?" his voice is low and teasing and she can practically hear the grin on his face through her now closed eyes. he uses the heel of his hand to press back into her clit and her leg twitches.

the grip on his wrist moves down to grab the back of his hand, her fingers over his, and she makes him push himself deeper into her. her fingers brushing against her own entrance with the movement.

"jesus, fuck, god," she cries out, squeezing her eyes closed. his fingers are thick and always fill her up the way she needs, especially when he uses two. he sets a slow steady pace, pressing them as deep as they can go and then drags them slowly almost all the way out of her before quickly sliding them back in to his knuckles. she squeezes her legs together, trapping their hands in place. she can feel the tendons in his hand every time he moves his fingers, and she grips his knuckles as he picks up the pace.

strangled moans fall from her lips as she moves her hips against him. he curls his fingers and holds it momentarily against the spongey tissue that makes her feral which causes her to immediately arch her back and release a guttural moan. when he starts to move his fingers again, picking up the pace even faster, she slides her right leg back so he can have more room to move his hand. he moves faster now, the wet slapping sound of his hand ramming into her and her strangled breaths filling the room.

it only takes a few more pumps and curls of his fingers before she's squeezing his knuckles tight. she presses her her own middle fingers into his, trying to push his fingers in farther as her orgasm sparks through her, her own two middle fingers slip in with his for a moment and she thrashes against him, her eyes still squeezed shut. he can feel her lower stomach spasming and it makes him bite his lip to stop his own pleasured sounds. her breath catches in her chest as her orgasm continues to static its way through her. he leans in closer to her, "breathe, honey."

a final strangled, broken moan leaves her throat and she sucks in a harsh breath, her body goes limp, and her hand falls away from his as she continues to breathe heavily. he doesn't remove his fingers right away, he leaves them buried inside of her, unmoving. she slowly opens her eyes and looks at him. "fuck," is all she can manage to croak get out.

"tired?" he asks, his voice strangled with his own wants now, but willing to go on if that's what she needs.

before she can answer he's pulling his fingers out of her and sliding them right back up to her clit. she can feel the gush of warmth follow his fingers out and it makes her moan again.

"are you?" she husks.

"wide awake." and with that he leans over and catches her mouth in a heated kiss as he moves his body on top of hers and settles between her parted, shaking legs.

[kiwii-11]

pre-relationship! aaron texts . . .

cw . . . gn reader, no pronouns used, smartass! reader, aaron x smartass, i know nothing about office jobs

[lovelyspooks]

me waking up for school at 6am after completely ANNIHILATING my sleep schedule over christmas:

[starlightwoofwoof]

Ask for Ross! Hi Ross, do your parents know that you got akumatized? If yes then how did they react?

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“Not … immediately after. I told them after I went home. I was a little worried they would be upset, but they told me it wasn’t my fault, so I guess they weren’t.”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[greg-montgomery]

can i request a fic where reader is a huge swiftie and now that 1989 TV has been released, reader is so excited and you're explaining to aaron about the songs, why taylor is re-recording (although aaron might have already known about it because he searched up taylor to keep up with your favorites because he knows how much you love taylor and her music and so he pretends he doesn't know because he can see just how excited you are to share your interest with him and he just looks at you with so much adoration as you react to the songs and talk with him 🥺💗) it could even be a pre-established relationship where he's just pining over reader, whatever you prefer to write!! if you don't want to write, then it's alright!! <33

“Hotch, you really don’t have to. I’ll be fine”

“No. I’m driving you home,” he argued, grabbing your jacket and handing it to you.

“But-”

“No buts,” he interrupted you. “I’m not letting you take the train, it’s raining.”

You gave up; partly, because he was stubborn and partly because you wanted nothing more than to be in the car alone with him.

The rain falling on the roof of his car wasn’t loud enough to cover the sound of the music that was coming from his radio. You didn’t recognize the song, but even if you did, you’d still have no interest in it. There were only a few very specific songs you wanted to listen to at that moment.

Aaron could probably see you staring at the radio, so you assumed that was the reason he made you an offer.

“You can play your songs if you want.”

“Do you really not mind?” you grinned, already opening your Spotify app.

“Of course,” he chuckled. “Go ahead.”

“Taylor released a new album and with work I haven’t had the chance to listen to it properly yet.”

“Is that why you had headphones on all day at the office?”

“I was lucky it was paperwork day.”

He shook his head in delight, and let you connect your phone to his car. You bit your lip trying to hold back a smile at the thought that he didn’t need to ask who Taylor was. And at the fact that you were certainly the reason why.

“How do you know the lyrics by heart already?” he asked, only one song in.

“Not all songs are new.”

“How does that work, I thought you said it’s a new album?”

“Okay so, it’s basically a rerecording of an old album. And she added a few new songs in as well. So even if it’s an old album it feels new,” you said. “She is rerecording all of her old albums that she doesn’t own. Because even though she wanted to buy them they were sold to somebody else. Someone who had not been good to her.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Yeah���But because she wrote them she has the right to record them again.”

“Oh…Good for her.”

“Yes. All Swifties listen to her versions.”

“Do they?” he said, laughing.

“Yes,” you said proudly.

“And which one is your favorite?”

“From this album?” you asked.

“Mhm…”

“I’ll just play it for you.”

It was hard to miss his shy smile when he saw the title ‘You Are In Love’ flash across the screen.

Maybe he was in love too.

[luigislady]

Big 4*Town vibes ngl

[isaut]

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒐. 𝑰 𝒊𝒏 𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓: 𝑰. 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆 — chrollo x f!reader. song

originally posted on my old blog @/saintchrollo after i read anna karenina for the first time. court advisor!chrollo (but you all know he's kuroro to me) and princess!reader. i've been in such a kuroro mood you'll have to forgive me. its something about autumn and schoolin. here is a link to an audiobook of anna karenina so you don't have an excuse to not go read it.

“I thought I might find you here.” 

The voice from behind startles you. You jump slightly in your chair, holding the book you had been reading against your chest. Turning, you relax slightly upon seeing where the voice was coming from. “Lord Lucifuru, you startled me.” 

The black haired man tilts his head to the side as he approaches, hand resting on the back of your armchair. “Are we not on a first name basis anymore, Princesse?” He lilts the title in the accent he’s picked up from his years of council. 

You avoid his gaze, cheeks heating up. The room warms with the memories of the other night. Squirreled away behind a statue, whispered confessions, his lips everywhere they shouldn’t have been— Your lips, your neck, your chest. 

“What if we aren’t alone?” You whisper. If you lose yourself to the daydream enough, you can feel his hands on your hips. 

“I checked,” Kuroro says, voice soft and reassuring. “We are most certainly alone.” 

You straighten up and crane your head around, as if to double check his words. He tilts your head back towards him with a finger under your chin. 

“I’d never steer you wrong,” Kuroro promises, then tacks on, “[First.]” 

It fills you with such warmth to hear your name from his lips, and you have to avert your gaze to keep yourself from melting into a puddle. 

“Are you sure there’s no one else here?” You ask again. 

“And risk my own head?” Kuroro asks, a smile pulling at the left of his lips. 

You suppose he has a point. You relax back into the chair, resting your book on your chest to hold its place. “Have you been searching for me, then, Kuroro?” 

His half smile reaches his eyes. That’s more like it. “I have, actually. All over. I should have started here, it seems. Would of had more time with you.” 

“You should have known I’d be here,” You hum. “After all, I was told this morning over breakfast that my crate of books finally got deemed… What’s the word you use?” 

“They were found to be without ill intent,” Kuroro restates. “We just wanted to be sure that no harm would come to you.” 

“Father coddles me,” You remark, “As do you.” 

“Well, I’d be out of a job if I didn’t do as he told. And you’d be out of a job if you didn’t get coddled. That is under the description of princess.” 

“I do other things,” You protest. 

“I know you do,” Kuroro says, his eyes glancing down at the book splayed across your chest before back to your eyes. 

“What have you come found me for?” You press. 

“Do I always have an ulterior motive with you?” Kuroro returns your question with one of his own. At the raise of your eyebrow, he concedes. “There is a dinner tonight that you are expected to attend. A prince is here to make your acquaintance, in the most casual manner possible.”

Disgust fills your face. “This is what you come to tell me of?” 

“Would you have preferred someone else?” Kuroro asks. 

No, you’d rather have not. “I simply thought… I thought you had come to see me. For no other reason than to see me.”

Kuroro hums. He cups your cheek in his hand, thumb smoothing over its softness. You can’t help but lean into his touch, bring your hand to cover his. To keep him close. 

“I offered to come tell you,” Kuroro promises, crouching down by your chair. “I wanted to break the news to you, not someone else.” 

“Will you be at dinner?” You inquire. 

“I’ll be there. I must advise your father that the visiting suitor is not up to your family’s standards. That is my job, after all. As an adivisor and as a lover.” 

Kuroro’s tongue was always so smooth, and if you had more control over your life you’d be wary of it. But, with your sole outlet being the man before you, you ease yourself against his silver words. 

“Lover?” You repeat, eyelashes fluttering at such a title. 

“Should I take it back?” He asks with bated breath. 

You shake your head. “You should tell Father to marry us instead.”

Kuroro’s chuckle is self deprecating. “I am no king.” 

“You could be,” You whisper, getting your hopes up against your best judgement. 

“My best work is done from the shadows, my darling. I crumple under the public eye. And you were made for it. The people adore you.” 

You pout. “You’re going to break my heart.” 

Kuroro smiles gently at you. “You’ve known that, [First.]”

“I wish I didn’t,” You sigh. “I wish I wasn’t so aware.”

Kuroro shifts his hand to take yours in his own, bringing your knuckles to his lips. The gesture is familiar, impersonal now. He rolls your hand over, slides his fingers down your wrist, the underside of your forearm, and presses a kiss into the palm of your hand. 

“It’s for the best you are,” Kuroro says. “Tomorrow I will find time in our schedules for us to take a walk, how does that sound?” 

“A long walk?” 

“A long walk.” 

Your fingers trace Kuroro’s jaw. “Why not tonight? Why not now?” 

“You are not dressed for a walk,” Kuroro says softly. “And you need to get ready for dinner. We do not have time for a walk right now, sweet [First.]” 

“Oh.” Your fingers stop their movements, and you withdraw your hand. 

“Would you like me to walk you to your room?” Kuroro asks. 

“Will you stay while I get ready?” You hope. 

Kuroro sadly shakes his head. “I can go get you something from the kitchen and come back while delivering it.”

“So yes?” You conclude. 

“In a way,” Kuroro says, standing. He holds his hand out for you to take, which you gladly do. 

You look around you, double checking for your solitude. The door would have been audible had it opened. 

“Do you think I could have a kiss?” You whisper. 

“A kiss?” Kuroro hums. Slowly, he lowers his head until his breath mingles with yours. 

“Please?” 

“You should never have to ask for anything,” Kuroro responds, sealing his statement with a solid yet brief press of his lips against yours. “It is cruel that you want what you can’t have.”

There is no second kiss, just a hand on your cheek and Kuroro’s steady breath. A whine leaves your lips. 

Slowly, you open your eyes to look at him. “One more?” 

He obliges, slotting your lips together. The kiss lasts for a breath longer, his tongue gently swiping against your bottom lip before pulling away. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to kiss anyone else,” You murmur. 

Kuroro chuckles at that. “I’m sure you’ll kiss many more.” 

You shake your head. “I don’t wish to.” 

“You flatter me,” Kuroro murmurs, “When it should be the other way around.”

This turn, you hum, a little smile flickering across your lips. You pull away, out of the fear that built inside you from the amount of private time you’d had. Someone was bound to come for you any moment. 

Greedily, Kuroro steals another kiss before leading you out of the room. It’s a cold walk down the halls, shoes echoing on the stone, a distinct space left between both of you. The wind from your walk whips through it. The more distance put between yourself and the library, the larger the space becomes. And, as you round the corner of the hall, you can no longer feel the lingering warmth against your lips. 

[pralinesims]

does aaron have favourite songs and if yes, which?

@90s-trait THANK YOU for sending this, I love spontaneous asks like these T_T <3

I'm usually doing hard with picking specific songs for my OC's, but I always imagine him to be a huge lover of (especially underground) electronic music of many kinds? Though he'd probably listen to almost everything if the song speaks to him. But electro anything is a big preference!

Here are some songs that he'd listen to:

Joseph Ray - Blue Nights

Jerro - Insert

Sohmi - Somebody

Björk - Quicksand

Nora En Pure - Gratitude

Amelie Lens - Affection

Tiësto (feat. Tate McRae) - 10:35

Nondi_ - Floaty Cloud Dream

De Ambassade - Commando

Alva Noto - Uni Dia