#Young hotchniss

[sequinsmile-x]

Young Hotchniss AU - Instagram Posts

This exists purely because I saw a picture and thought "huh that looks like young Aaron" and now here we are. Now I'll wrestle with the desire to write a fic based on this too.

Mentions of pregnancy throughout.

-x-

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

someone to watch me die.

chapter four: December 1993

You are cordially invited to the Prentiss' annual Christmas party. There may be fireworks.

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warnings: domestic violence (against women and children), substance abuse, addiction.

[sirpotys]

Nothing, it's just me watching a young Hotchniss and Sergio.

Sergio is young Emily's favorite boy

[whitecrossgirl]

4. Black: power, elegance, protection

Emily is home for the summer and meets the newest agent assigned to her mother's security team. It looks like this summer might actually be interesting.

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[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

Here’s one for the Hotchniss shippers - If Aaron and Emily were high school sweethearts:

P.S. So proud of that Emily yearbook photo, I made it myself lmao.

[em-prentiss]

Since I’m joining you down the H/P rabbit hole, do you ever wonder about the other FBI agents who would have known Hotch when he would have worked for Prentiss’s mom and met Emily for the first time. Maybe an agent who also worked the same job. And for whatever reason, years later their paths cross with the BAU and the find out that Hotch and Emily now work together. What do you think the rest of the BAU’s reaction would be to finding out that baby Aaron and Emily were once acquainted? Imagine if that agent had photographs of baby H & P and maybe one of them together that even they didn’t know was taken.

Hmm I actually never thought of another agent seeing young hotchniss like that, mostly because I think many agents would scatter after that position, you know? But I can imagine an old colleague of Aaron’s who used to work the same shift with him one day coming into the BAU for whatever reason, maybe asking for help, maybe just wanting to catch up. He’d see Emily and recognize her instantly—because how could you work for the ambassador and not hear of or at least cross paths with Emily?—and he’d be like oh wow what a coincidence, never thought I’d see the two of you together again and the team would be like….what are y’all talking about. It’s such a fun idea, it would be wonderful as a fic.

I definitely think if anyone from the BAU knew about them, it would’ve been Dave, whether Aaron told him about her or he somehow saw them together back in the day. Even if he didn’t, I don’t think he’d be surprised to know that they knew each other—she’s just so different with him than everyone else, you can’t help but wonder. Obviously they’d all be shocked, but I think JJ and Penelope would be delighted of course and they’d immediately dig for details—and demand (lovingly) of Emily why she hadn’t told them. Morgan would be interested to know what Hotch was like back then and Reid would be completely disinterested in the whole thing lmao, but I think this extra piece of information would make sense of what he’s seen from them (nothing concrete, but a subtle comfortableness they seem to have with each other).

I also lowkey love the idea of them being in a newspaper or something. Like in one of the ambassador’s parties Emily is at the center and you could just catch a hint of Aaron standing next to a door. Or someone would snap a picture of them as they’re sitting on the edge of a balcony, legs dangling (he’d tried to get her down from it, but it proved fruitless so in the end he just joined her), free smiles on both their faces as she maybe told him a story of the stars (I am so obsessed with young hotchniss and stargazing, don’t even get me started). I can just imagine the way the ladies would gush over them, their brows raised in disbelief at Aaron’s relaxed posture and his smile—omg I’m cutting myself off here, but WHAT IF his jacket was around her shoulders to protect her from the breeze, because even though it’s summer her short dresses barely covered much. In conclusion the ladies would lose their minds, much as I currently am right now, and the guys would be subtly interested to know who exactly their old boss was.

Also I think it would somehow be even sweeter if hotchniss wasn’t established at that time. They were simply friends—lightly teasing, a little flirtatious—but at the core of it they found each other and just bonded deeply. 

This is such a lovely idea and it sent me into outer space, thank you xx

[jjlxver]

i was bored so i made this young emily prentiss moodboard based on something im writing rn

[sleuthy-scientist]

Figured in celebration of it being a Friday, I'd share another one of the random Hotchniss edits I made on my cellphone.

I was going for a 'just moved into the home we built together' Hotchniss vibe. Let me know what you think, and if you want to see more edits or have any requests.

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

Re-listening to Speak Now (Taylors Version) and was jolted with the inspiration that Superman (TV) can be Hotch/Hotchniss coded. Specifically Young!Emily pining after him after a summer fling…..

Hmmmm 👀👀

[kinqslcys]

THE WAY THIS ENTIRE SONG JUST SCREAMS HOTCHNISS

[sequinsmile-x]

Thinking of writing a young hotchniss fic where they are together. Haley shows up because she wants to get back with Aaron, and Emily answers his apartment door wearing his shirt 😬

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

a hotchniss fic. chapter four: it's so bittersweet wordcount: 2.4k

In the summer of 1989, Emily Prentiss makes a choice. tw: pregnancy, abortion

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ideas for the instagram posts: just some very domestic, fluffy, family posts w/ kids! like going to the beach, going on a road trip, getting a dog, stuff along those lines :)

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Could you do a hotchniss x daughter reader where they have a teen daughter and she sneakily has a boy over and aaron and Emily come back from a case and they catch him leaving her room and aaron goes into protective dad mode

Aaron Hotchner X Emily Prentiss X Teen Daughter reader

Request: Could you do a hotchniss x daughter reader where they have a teen daughter and she sneakily has a boy over and aaron and Emily come back from a case and they catch him leaving her room and aaron goes into protective dad mode 

Third person pov...

Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss had just returned from a particularly intense case in upstate New York. As they stepped off the plane, both agents were exhausted and eager to get back to their home in Virginia.

Little did they know, they were about to face one of their toughest challenges yet - parenting a teenage daughter.

Currently 16 year old Y/N was home alone, not entirely alone she had invited over her boyfriend, David to watch a movie knowing her parents would be on their way home.

They had already called to let her know they would be landing soon, the two had lots of fun spending the day together doing nothing but watching movies and raiding the kichen for snacks.

"Thank God we're back" Emily sighed as they made their way off the jet "I can't wait to sleep in my own bed."

Aaron chuckled, 'You and me both. I just hope our daughter hasn't wrecked the house while we were gone.'

Emily shot him a look, 'Our daughter is a responsible young lady. I'm sure she's been just fine without us.'

Say8ng goodbye to the rest of thw team they got into their car and drove home, but as they walked through the front door of their home.

They were met with a sight that made both of their hearts sink. In the living room, their 16-year-old daughter, Y/N, was cuddled up on the couch with a boy.

Aaron's eyes narrowed in an instant, and Emily could feel his protective instincts on high alert. The couple slowly made their way into the room, trying not to disturb the teenagers who were watching a movie.

As they got closer, they could see that the boy was not just any boy. It was David, a troublemaker from Y/N's school who they had explicitly told her to stay away from.

The teens where cuddled under a blanket, infront of them on thr coffee table were snacks and drinks, playing on the TV was (Favourite movie) Y/N never watches her favourite movie with just anyone.

The black haired woman looks at her husband and could reqd his mind, "Aaron" Emily whispered, trying to calm him down. 'Let's just talk to her." She took his hand in hers and held it.

This made the man relax slightly but a murderous look still on his face.

But before they could say anything, the movie ended and David stood up to leave, Y/N gave him a smile and stood up to hug and kiss him goodbye and sat back down on the sofa, neither teen had seen the two adults in the doorway.

The boy had a love sick grin on his face As he walked towards the door, Aaron stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

"What are you doing here?" Aaron's voice was low and menacing.

David, who previously exuded confidence, now looked like a deer caught in headlights. He mumbled something incoherent and quickly scrambled out of the house.

Emily took a deep breath and turned to her daughter, who was now standing, she had jumped up from the sofa when she hear heard her dad shout, she looked scared and guilty.

Emily crossed her arms and looked at her daughte "What were you thinking, Y/N?" She said, trying to keep her voice calm.

Y/N nervously played with her hands, not looling up at her parents and thwir disapointed look, "I'm sorry" Y/N replied, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I just really like him, and I knew you wouldn't approve" she sais tears running down her face.

Aaron let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "That doesn't change the fact that we specifically forbid you from seeing him. He's not a good influence, and you know that"

Y/N shook her head, surprising her parents. "But he's not! He's actually really sweet and not at all like he appears! You always told me not to judge people and here you are doing it!" The teen yells.

She collapses onto the sofa her head in her arms. The adults looked at each other before at their cryjng daughter, they had judged the boy by appearences like she said.

Emily sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry Honey, you arw right we did judge him but appearance, but it still doesn't make if okay for you to sneak boys inside" she explains to the girl gently.

"Really" Y/N sniffled, wiping at her tears. Aaron knelt in front of her and took her hands in his. "We love you, Y/N. We just want what's best for you" he says gently to the girl.

Y/N nodded, "I promise, he isn't all that bad, just meet him yourself and you'll see!" She insisted.

The two look at each other then back down at their daughter. She does have a point they don't know anything about the boy.

Aaron sighed at the look his wife gave him. "Okay, we will get to know him, but if he hurts you in anyway tell him I've got a gun and knkw how to use it" Says Aaron a not happy smile on his face.

This made the girl laugh, Emily shakes her head at her husband. The couple hugged their daughter and assured her that she was forgiven.

As they talked and cuddled on the couch, Aaron couldn't help but feel grateful for his daughter's honesty and decided to trust her.

'We're going to have to keep a closer eye on her,' Emily said, sipping her tea. 'She's still young, and we can't afford to let her make mistakes like this.'

Aaron nodded, 'I know. It's just hard to believe that our little girl is already sneaking boys into her room.'

Emily chuckled, 'We were teenagers once too, Aaron. We can't expect her to be perfect. We just have to guide her and hope that she learns from her mistakes.'

As they sat in comfortable silence, both agents were reminded of the challenges of being parents to a teenager. But they also knew that they were a strong team and would do anything to protect their daughter, even if it meant going into protective dad mode every now and then.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, sorry for thr wait on this request. As usual sorry for grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count : 1133

[cloudlessly-light]

Omg! I feel awful. I read pedophilia Hotchniss fic. I didn’t read the description just click it and I feel sooooo bad after that… what a sick person wrote it🤦‍♀️

Please I need your healing now. Can you write something with jealousy and all. Make it as sexy as you want✨ you’re the best 🫶

Title: Love like mine (10/12) Chapter title: I might break your heart but it’s a risk you should take up Summary: He wasn’t a cheater. Until her. Word count: 3,4k Rating: Explicit   Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, dirty talk, breath play/choking (kind of), jealousy, they’re both possessive as hell, feelings

To his surprise it’s not awkward when they see each other at work, like somehow they had found some sort of acceptance that whatever they were wasn’t something that was meant to last. No matter how much he might have wished it did. He watches her from his office window as she walks in, a turtleneck he knows she only wore to cover the mark from his teeth the previous night on her torso, looking collected, as she usually did.

He knows he shouldn’t watch her this way, but finds that it’s close to impossible not to. He didn’t know when he had fallen in love with her, only that it had happened slowly over the months spent together. It wasn’t what they had agreed on all those months ago but when he was with her he felt a sense of serenity he didn’t think he had ever known before.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows it’s not the end of them, but Emily wasn’t ready and he wasn’t going to push her. Even though it hurt, he was going to keep his word, last night was the last time because he didn’t want to wait for something that might not happen.

Except, maybe he would.

*

She missed him every day, she missed him in a way she shouldn’t. The night spent together wasn’t something she regretted, but as the days dragged on she found it harder to keep away from him. Then, it had been weeks since he had shown up outside her door, weeks of her missing him in a way she had never missed another person before. Every day she tells herself that this was what was best. Because she had been alone most of her adult life, she didn’t know how to be with someone in the way he needed, she knew she wasn’t good enough for him.

It's harder than she had imagined it to be. But she pretends that she doesn’t know that the feelings she has for him are deeper than anything she’d felt before. She didn’t do this, she didn’t fall in love. She didn’t let herself go there because she didn’t want to get hurt but as she spends her days alongside him, she finds that maybe it was already too late.

As the weeks goes by, it doesn’t get easier, but they seem to find some sort of middle ground. Some days are harder than others, but she stays away from him, wants to give them both as much space as possible.

And it works, for a little while.

Then they’re in a small police station in Missouri, and Emily finds herself seething. It’s been close to four days, four days of her having to watch one of the police officers bat her eyelashes and flirt with Aaron. It doesn’t help that he seems to be enjoying it, even goes as far as smiling when Derek teasingly brings it up.

“Hey you’re divorced now right, no harm in having a little fun.” He jokes as Aaron only shakes his head.

“I’m sure she’s just being friendly.” He knows all of them see right through his lie.

And Emily digs her blunt nails into the palm of her hands to keep from reacting. The jealousy is burning, her stomach feels heavy. She’s never felt this way before, had never been the jealous type. But now it’s all she feels. It’s a feeling she has no right to feel, she knows that. But being logical at a feeling that is anything but logical is hard and when she only a couple of hours later is forced to watch as the young officer brings him a cup of coffee with a smile and hidden note, she thinks the jealousy might burn her alive.

It also doesn’t help that the cop is cute, and kind of similar to herself, but a younger version. She didn’t want to see it that way, but as the woman who couldn’t be older than 25 walks past with wide eyes and a smile of adoration she thinks that maybe that’s why she is jealous. Because she knew he found the other woman attractive.

“She’s really taken with you.” JJ notes as he takes the piece of paper and as he puts it in the pocket of his suit his eyes meet Emily’s quickly and he immediately sees her unease.

“It’s nothing.” He tells the blonde. He had no intention of keeping the number scribbled on the piece of paper, had no interest in the woman. But he would be lying if he wasn’t flattered, would be lying if he didn’t feel some sort of satisfaction seeing that the jealousy Emily was clearly trying to hide.

He had noticed it almost immediately, how her nostrils flared and how her eyes seemed to burn with irritation any time the cop was near him. Which was pretty much the entirety of his time spent in the station. Now the case was done and they were finishing up the last of their paperwork, and the cop had given it her best shot.

“She gave you her number, maybe it’s a sign.” Dave chimes in, a gleam in his eye as he looks between Emily and Aaron for a quick second. “You should give her a call.” If looks could kill, he would have been six feet under when he meets Emily’s glare but it doesn’t deter him and he only winks back at her.

“If I call her, will you let this go?” He chuckles at the way the entire team nods, all of them except Emily who’s refusing to meet his eye.

He knows he shouldn’t enjoy her jealousy, but he does.

He doesn’t get a moment alone with her until they’re leaving the station, bags in hand as they get ready to head for the airport. But he didn’t want her to go home still upset, so when he finds her alone he drags her to the side easily, his hand wrapping around her upper arm, stopping her from joining the others who are already getting into their cars.

“Hey, are you alright?” He asks even as her dark eyes narrows at him.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” She shakes her arm out of his hold and he arches an eyebrow at her tone.

“You’ve barely said two words in the last couple of days.”

“Oh I’m sorry, maybe catching a killer was on my mind?”

“Oh that’s it?” He knows he shouldn’t find her anger a turn on, knows that if anything he should reprimand her for her attitude towards him, but he finds that he can’t.

“That’s it. What else would there be?” She turns and walks out of the station without giving him a chance to reply.

She’s still upset, hours later as she paces her apartment. The glass of wine she had poured herself was left forgotten on the counter. Her mind is racing, she hates feeling this way. She tries to calm herself, tries to remember that she was the one who decided to end them, she didn’t have any claim on him. He wasn’t hers.

Except, she wanted him to be.

It’s not logical, it’s anything but logical when she grabs her car keys and leaves her apartment. She doesn’t let herself think too much about her actions, all she can think about is her need for him, her need to claim him. It’s not fair, she realizes, it’s not fair to him to knock on his door, but that doesn’t stop her.

When he opens the door it’s like he had expected it, a small, knowing smile on his face. But he’s nice enough to play along as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms.

“It’s late.” When she doesn’t respond he sighs. “What are you doing here Emily?”

“Are you going to call her?” The words tumble out of her mouth and if she hadn’t been so caught up in her own feelings she would have been embarrassed at the way she barges into his apartment.

“I don’t know how that’s any of your business.” He says, the door closing softly behind him before he meets her eye again.

“I-” She starts but she doesn’t know how to finish the sentence, already feeling foolish at the way she can’t seem to get it together. “It’s not.” She says and he huffs causing her eyebrows to knit together.

He takes a second to look at her, wonders if he should voice what he’s thinking, what he’s been thinking for most of the week as he watched Emily struggle with her emotions. Finally, he realizes that he doesn’t really have anything to lose anymore.

“So you don’t want to be with me but you don’t want anybody else to have me?”

The anger is instant, just as irrational as the jealousy. He’s right, and that didn’t sit right with her. It’s unfair of her, again, but right then she didn’t want to see it that way.

“You know that isn’t the case, I never said I didn’t want you.”

“Didn’t you?” He takes a step towards her and she stands firm, her hands fisting quickly at her sides before relaxing and drawing a shaky breath.

“Wanting you was never the problem. Never.” She watches as his face softens just a little.

“You’re scared.” He tells her and it’s the first time either of them has said the words out loud. “You’re scared and you expect me to be there for you when you need me, but that’s not how this works.” When she sucks in a sharp breath he knows he’s hit a nerve.

For a few seconds things are silent between them, both of them simply looking at each other. The only sound in his apartment is their breathing, slightly labored.

“I never thought we’d get here.” Her voice comes out low, almost defeated, like all the fight had suddenly drained from her body. Actually, it had. She was tired of fighting, of pretending.

“Me neither.” He tells her softly, his touch gentle as he angles her face up to look at him. “But I’m not doing this anymore, if you want me then tell me. Don’t come here in the middle of the night to start a fight instead of telling me what you really feel.”

Her first instinct is to run away, to protect herself from the love she’s pretty sure would consume her if she’d let it. But she can’t move, something grounding her and she finds that as she looks into the dark of his eyes she relaxes.

“I want you.” The words are barely a whisper, shaky and careful and he almost doesn’t hear her. But then her face hardens slightly, like determination takes over and her hand moves to the back of his neck to grab his short hair. “You’re mine.”

He doesn’t get the time to respond, her lips claiming his as she all but lunges herself at him. He responds just as eagerly, hands tugging on her clothes and a low groan rumbling from his throat as her tongue pries his lips apart.

She knows her nails are leaving red lines on his body as she scratches them down his chest, knows that he’ll wear a purple hickey that’s barely going to be hidden under the collar of his suit, she knows that she does it all because she wants to mark him. Mark him as hers.

And he lets her.

For now she didn’t want to think about her fears, she knows that it’s a discussion that they still needed to have, but for now knowing that he was hers was enough. She gasps against his lips as his hand moves under her shirt, his skin hot against hers.

She only tears her lips away from his when he tugs her shirt over her head, kisses him again the moment it’s on the floor. He tastes like he always did, and a hint of the spearmint toothpaste he uses, and she can’t get enough.

He unhooks her bra easily before moving to her pants, which are pushed from her hips as they stumble towards the bedroom. Her nails sting as she grabs at him, her touch close to desperate as she tries to get more of him. He lest her, for now, because he knows she needs this, needs him. That thought is as exciting as it is scary, because finally she had admitted to this being something more. But he wasn’t dumb, he knew she still needed time, that tonight was just the beginning. The beginning of something new.

By the time she pushes him back on the bed they’re both naked and she wastes no time straddling his lap. She’s wet against him, her slick coating his shaft as she grinds against it and his hand find their way to her hips, as his head falls back against the pillow with a groan.

“Tell me.” She pants, dark eyes boring into his as she aligns him with her, but doesn’t sink down on him as he expects. It takes him a moment to understand what she means and her voice drops lower as she speaks again. “Tell me, Aaron.”

“I’m yours.” He breathes and she lowers her body in return, her tight walls making him hiss as she takes all of him. “Fuck Em, I’m yours.” His eyes shut tightly at the pleasure she’s creating as her hips roll and grind on top of him and through the sound of his heartbeat in his ears he hears her satisfied hum, the sound low and breathy.

“Mine.” She plants her hands on his chest as she fucks him hard and fast, barely even aware that her nails are digging into his flesh again. All she can think about is him, how he feels, how much she wants him. A small part of her thinks she wants him forever, but she wouldn’t tell him that. Not yet.

He gives her a few moments to enjoy the power but as he watches her the urge to claim her right back sneaks up on him. Her eyes are closed, mouth open as she moans and whimpers above him, almost oblivious to the way he’s looking up at her. Suddenly his grip on her tightens and he turns them around, a smug grin on his face at her look of surprise.

“Can’t let you have all the fun now can I?” He mumbles against her ear before licking down her neck. His thrusts are heavy as he kisses down to her chest, with a growl he licks over one nipple, his teeth tugging on the piercing for a moment, just enough for her to arch into it.

“Harder, fuck me harder.” Her legs wrap around him as she pulls him against her, the sounds of their bodies close to obscene as he does what she asks. She knows she’ll be sore in the morning, but she doesn’t care, she loves it. Then one of his hands finds its way to her throat, his large palm scolding against her skin, but he doesn’t squeeze, not until her eyelids flutter open to meet his dark stare.

“Are you mine?” He asks and she nods breathlessly.

“Yours. I’m yours.” Her reward is his hand tightening along with a satisfied grin, something dark and feral coming over him.

“That’s my good girl.” He lets go of her neck only a few seconds later to claim her lips in a kiss. When they break apart it’s because she’s moaning and gasping for air, her body tensing more under his from each thrust of his hips. He lets his forehead rest on her shoulder as he focuses on fucking into her the way he knows she loves and when her back arches and her hands twists the sheets he knows she’s close.

“You get so tight when you come,” He groans against her ear and she cries out. “so pretty when you let go for me, fuck I can feel it, how close you are. Come for me sweetheart, let me hear it.” His teeth dig into her neck for a moment, leaving his own mark on her. “Scream my fucking name.”

“Aaron!” It’s the only word she gets out, the sound of his name loud and high pitched before she groans through her release. She feels like she’s floating as he keeps going, only stopping to quickly turn her around so she’s on her hands and knees.

“You can be louder than that.” He rasps against the back of her ear, one hand sneaking around her body to pull her flush against his chest, his hand gently grabbing her neck while the other finds her clit. When she jerks at the stimulation his hand tightens around her neck. “Be good for me.”

“Fuck, please-” She doesn’t really know what she’s asking for, he’s turned the tables on her so quickly her mind reels, but in the best way. His heavy breaths are damp against the back of her neck, his hand around her neck firm but never restricting and when her hips buckle into his hand she can hear his snicker. “Don’t stop, right there, keep going.” She pleads, her voice sounding foreign to her own ears.

Her head falls back against his shoulder, her arms grabbing the headboard in a death grip as she cries out loudly as he gets her to the edge once again.

“That’s right, fucking scream for me sweetheart.” His fingers move faster against her clit, his hips drag with long and deep thrusts inside of her and when she starts to tighten again he growls against her ear.

When she comes only a few minutes later it’s with a sound that she knows the neighbors can hear through the wall as her body writhes in his hold. He fucks her through it, low murmurs and secure touches bringing her back down before she falls forward. He follows her down, and she rolls onto her back again, a lazy smile on her face.

“Come here.” She beckons him, her fingers gripping his hair again to pull him down into a kiss, this one softer as he pushes back inside of her. “You feel so good.” She tells him as her hand moves from his neck to his stubbled cheek to keep his eyes on hers.

“You do too.” He promises. His own pleasure is building quickly, each thrust getting him closer. “You feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“Tell me again.” She pleads and he grunts at the sound of her voice.

“I’m yours.” He says, repeating the words over and over until his hips are jerking and muscles tense.

“Mine, you’re mine Aaron.” She watches through hooded eyes as pleasure takes him over, and when he lets out a sound that’s raspy and desperate she knows he’s close. “And I’m yours.”

“Mine, fucking mine.” He comes snarling the words in her face, something about her admitting it sending him over the edge. His hips press flush against hers, his lips finding hers through cloudy pleasure and he doesn’t stop kissing her until his body has calmed and her touch has turns soft and gentle against him.

His body is littered with scratches and marks from her mouth and normally she would be embarrassed by her lack of control, but right now she loved it. Tomorrow she would kiss each mark she had left, knew that he’d probably tease her about them and yet she didn’t care.

“So all we needed was another woman to flirt with me huh?” He mumbles later as he spoons her against his, his lips a smile against her neck.

“I’m burning that fucking note, just so you know.” When he laughs she can’t help but to smile at the sound.

“Don’t worry, I threw it out before even getting on the plane. I never wanted it.” He props his head up on his hand as she turns fully into him on the bed.

“Really?” She hates how her cheeks heat up at the admission.

“Really.” He promises with a kiss, a soft stamp of his lips against hers. When he looks back down at her his face falls for a moment and she readies herself for whatever he is going to say next. “Should I expect to wake up to an empty bed tomorrow?”

“No.” Her hand comes to rest on his cheek and she smiles. “I’m staying.”

[duchessas]

exposure - duchessas - criminal minds [ao3]

Chapters: 3/5

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Rating: mature

Warnings: no archive warnings apply

relationships: Aaron Hotchner/Emily Prentiss

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Elizabeth Prentiss, Jason Gideon, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Haley Hotchner, Jack Hotchner

Additional Tags: Young Aaron Hotchner/Emily Prentiss, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Smut, young Emily being an absolute diva, some references to cannibalism lol, you know which episode I’m talking about

Aaron recognises the woman the minute she steps into his office. It doesn’t matter that eleven years have passed. It doesn’t matter how out of place she is among the dark, heavy furniture. It doesn’t matter that the blue is gone from her hair.

She is unmistakable.

Some love stories are beautiful. Some are cautionary tales. For a few people, they are both. A young Hotchniss AU that spans from the summer of 1990 to Season 4.

It’s been 14 months and involved blood, sweat and tears but here we are. This is actually one of my favourite versions of Emily I’ve ever written. Enjoy x