#and annoying aaron is a plus

[tessasilverswan]

I think Nicky would enjoy gasping "oh mein Gott" in dramatically exaggerated outrage. One day just for fun Neil anticipates it and beats him to it with an even more dramatic "oh mon Dieu" and it starts a (lighthearted) challenge to see who can say it more ridiculously in any language.

They agree it's Aaron when one day Neil is nagging him and Aaron snaps the most exasperated "oh my God" ever known to mankind.

[stargirl1331]

Very Oddly Specific Vibes of (some of) my mutuals!(mainly if I interact with you a bunch)(I will be adding more this post will get so long)

@hauntedsuns (sunny!)

The smell of strawberry cotton candy, and the color of sunlight through a sun catcher tinted purple, the texture of a popcorn ceiling painted sky blue and the feel of when you are spinning in a flowy skirt and it’s not quite raining because there aren’t many clouds and it’s sunrise so all the clouds are nice colors. Pink and blue mica powder swirling in water, and the sound of pancakes getting made. And just have Aphrodite vibes.

@wyvrens (wyvren<- adopted child)

The crunch of a grape jolly rancher, the smell of air in the kitchen after snickerdoodles are made, a dinosaur shaped penutbutter sandwich. You are the sparks before the match lights, and the stim whre you hold your arms a little away from you and wiggle your wrists. Running fingers over a gecko that’s not quite cold but is cold blooded. The sky right before night in a city where it’s not dark but it is dusty, streetlights reflecting off a green house and Christmas lights up in October.

Izzie-re’pue:)

The minty taste of bubblegum icecube gum, the smell of squishmallows, the soft light when you shine a lamp through a scarf so it doesnt hurt your eyes. You are the stim where you are sitting criss cross and wiggle your shoulders and it turns down to your torso, happy and good. It’s when you see the stars and are sitting on the grass so you wiggle our shoulders and you feel it all the way down your torso, not anxious. Eating moss, but only if it was edible, and getting an obscure tattoo so that you can make up stories for what it means. Shadow puppets on the wall with the light of a phone screen, stirring a chocolate spoon in milk while rain falls in April. You are the smile when the first snow falls and the whole class runs to the windows to look, the quiet of a full house when everyone is sitting together.

@thedoctorandclaraforeverandever (Zoya:))

Firelight shining on stones(like the big blocky ones fireplaces are made of) and apple cider. the little bits of paper that fly up when you burn it, and cinder blocks painted orange. sharp ish thing is tree bark. white oak tree bark. it looks all rough and angry to touch but is actually soft and will fall off the tree easily. Waving to someone as they exit the airport and you meet for the first time, and an arm around your shoulder. The smell of popcorn half way through the movie, and music in headphones.

@wardofwinters (Pauhi Life)

Melted wax on a penny, and sunlight on pavement. leaves blowing through a doorway, scarves on lights, worms digging through the dirt, unseen by everyone. 27 candles burning at once but only 3 have sents and they are all warm smells. pine needles if anything sharp, pokey but actually not. Eye contact and giggling, shushing the other. Trading notes telling you to take care of yourself and staring until they open it. Excessive and unnecessary punctuation, but it’s fun. Bumping shoulders and knocking elbows. Post offices and the taste of envelope glue. Spinning in so many circles and staring at the stars once you fall.

[ladycaramelswirl]

definitely not old

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

A/N: Did I create an extremely improbable scenario just to suit my need to create another highly improbable scenario? Yes. Do I care that it’s unrealistic? No. Please forgive any typos/ grammatical errors. 

CW: suggestive content, but not explicit (like 15+?). Use of y/n one time. (Technically this would probably warrant one of those hostile workplace environment seminars like they had for Derek and Penelope. But it’s funny? Idk this isn’t serious.) Sassy Hotch. Crack plot tbh. 

Also I know the timeline doesn’t really make sense, because JJ is a profiler and Emily and Rossi exist, but I imagined Season 1 Spencer while writing this! I guess it’s 2005? Btw I do not know how tapes work, so just pretend it makes sense please. This is so unserious. 

Summary: reader wife and Hotch are private people; the BAU team is nosy. Spencer is just constantly in the right place at the wrong time. 

Enjoy!

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The screen in front of you depicted horror - just not the kind the BAU was used to. The UnSub had confessed to leaving a message in an old tape. He had already been arrested, but you were all hoping it might contain something that might help the conviction stick. Only he was extremely paranoid, so not only had he left the message in a code, but he had spliced it into a tape he thought people were least likely to watch. His p***. It was the last thing to do for the case and everyone was trying to help. You all sit at the round table, and Spencer shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. Derek laughs at his shyness and Emily laughs at the very unrealistic movements. She and JJ tilt their heads at the shape the two on the screen have put themselves into. 

“That does not look comfortable”, JJ mocks. 

The words are out of your mouth before you think. “Trust me it’s not”. 

Everyone at the table snaps their heads to look at you. 

“Damn Mama”, Derek laughs. “Who are you doing these moves with?”

You try to hold back a laugh. You were not ready to share about your sex life with your colleagues, no matter how close you were. Plus you’re pretty sure Aaron would not appreciate it. 

“That is inappropriate workplace conversation”, you say, pausing the video. “And you’re going to miss the next series of code”, you tell him, trying to get him to revert his attention back to the video. Emily grins at your attempted evasion.

“We already got all the code. She just doesn’t want us to tell Hotch she’s capable of all that. Doesn’t want to make the old man feel bad”.

“He’s not old. He’s only 5 years older than you”, you remind her. She puts a hand on her chest in mock offense like you’ve stabbed her. You roll your eyes. “And this is still inappropriate”.

“So it wasn’t Hotch”, Derek laughs. 

“You’re just annoyed because you haven’t tried it yourself”, you deflect, moving to sit next to Spencer who seems to actually be doing his job. 

“I’ve seen her do yoga and she’s very flexible, so if she couldn’t do it I don’t think you can”, JJ tells Morgan. 

“Oh you have no idea what I’m capable of”, he teases, which earns laughs from around the table. “I’m better than the old man for sure”. They all start laughing and talking about you and Hotch. 

You roll your eyes. “Wasn’t old in bed last night”, you mutter under your breath. You startle at the sound of a book hitting the floor and see Spencer’s bright red face. JJ, Derek and Emily look over in curiosity at what they might have missed, but you ignore them, attempting to give Spencer an apology for making him uncomfortable. He moves to drink his coffee in an attempt to avoid more of the conversation. Only he chokes on it because Hotch enters the room. 

“Have you finished working out the code?”

Everyone’s heads snap to him - JJ, Emily and Derek wearing matching grins. Hotch eyes you patting a coughing Spencer’s back.

“Are you alright?”, he asks. 

“Yes! Good! I’m good!”, Spencer squeaks, afraid Hotch is going to ask him why he’s so nervous. Aaron looks to you for some answers but before you can tell him it’s nothing, Spencer suddenly stands up.

“Got the code! Going to call the local PD. DA is waiting”, he warbles before you all watch him run out of the room. Hotch turns back to the rest of you. 

“Well then that wraps it up. Go home now, get some rest”, he instructs. Everyone starts packing up. You and Hotch walk towards the door when he realises there’s only 6 of you in the room. 

“Where’s Dave?”, he asks.

You’re about to tell him Rossi went to the bathroom when the Italian walks back in. Rossi immediately notes the paused video.

“Wow that looks uncomfortable”, he remarks. Everyone smirks in your direction. Hotch snakes an arm around your waist and looks at the screen. Then at you. 

“It was, wasn’t it?”

He smiles at the jaws dropping to the floor. 

“Good night everyone”.

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A little bonus scene:

In his office later:

“You heard us talking before you came in the room didn’t you”, you question your husband. He was so private, he wouldn’t have said something like that otherwise. 

“They called me old”, Aaron grumbles, but his tone is amused. “Just wanted to shock them a little”.

You make your way over to his side of the desk, pulling him to stand up beside you. 

“Well Agent Hotchner, I have to tell you, there’s been some speculation about your performance”, you taunt. “Care to prove them wrong?”

“Last night wasn’t enough proof?”, he laughs raising an eyebrow. You run your hands up his chest and behind his neck, pulling him close. 

“The results were inconclusive”, you tease. He grabs your hips and traps you between himself and his desk, his mouth trailing kisses down your jaw. 

“Well I can’t have that kind of speculation going around”, he murmurs into your skin. Your breath hitches from the sensation of his lips on the sensitive spot on your neck. But instead of continuing, he pulls away and meets your eyes in a conspiratorial grin. “We should do an in house evaluation as soon as possible”.

You open your mouth to reply when the door swings open, Spencer finding you sandwiched between Hotch’s thighs and your blouse rumpled. His mouth drops open and suddenly all 187 iq points mean nothing when his brain loses function.

“Oh- I- um- sorry!”, he manages before running away. You stare at the slammed door then back at Aaron and burst into giggles. He drops his head to your shoulders and sighs. 

“I feel like a teenager”, he groans.

“At least you don’t feel old.”

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Bonus bonus: 

Still in the conference room: 

“I want to go back to 10 minutes ago when I didn’t know this information”, Emily moans. 

“I think I need 5 more minutes before I can form a coherent thought”, JJ laughs in disbelief. Spencer walks back in.

“I finished my report. Where’s Hotch and y/n? Can we go home?”

“Probably doing it in his office for all we know”, Derek mutters.

Spencer’s brows furrow in confusion. “Doing what in his office?”

Rossi raises an eyebrow at Emily. “Is this kid serious?”

She shrugs back at him. 

“Spence, Hotch says we can go home. But you should probably report about what local PD told you before you go”, JJ tells him.

Spencer nods and makes his way to Hotch’s office. The rest of the team watch him walk away.

“You think we should have told him to knock before going in?”

“Probably.”

The sound of a high pitch yelp and the slam of an office door echo down the hallway. 

“Oops.”

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thank you for reading :)

masterlist

[notapradagurl7]

Familiar Face. Pt. 1

Black Fem! Plus Size Reader x Francis.

Summary: In the early 90s where you grew up in the Scarborough district of Toronto, Ontario in a housing complex, it was Saturday night and your opted for a night at a popular dance club with your best friends, Gia and Naomi. Seeing that familiar handsome face again named Franics.

A/N: here is a cute mini-series for Francis, Aaron looked so damn fine in this movie, his muscles whew!😩 enjoy. 😌don’t forget to reblog, comment and like to support, remember don’t be afraid to send in a request they’re always open. Let me know if you want to be added to the Taglist of this mini series.

Warnings: sensual dancing, jealousy, life in the early 90s, fluff, brave reader, kissing, mention of violence, short fic, cursing, shy!Francis, soft!Francis.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @satoruya @planetblaque

@playgurlxoxo @dabratzchronicles

@becauseimswagman1 @beenathembo @brattyfics

@hxneyclouds @yassbishimvintage

@nahimjustfeelingit-writes @nayaesworld @ovohanna24

@novahreign @writingsbytee @avoidthings @kimuzostar @slippinninque @keyera-jackson @theblacklewinsky

@euphorichappiness10 @life-in-the-slut-house @secret89sblog @ranikyani

@uniqueoutlierblog @mama-2001

@fakxmbj @kaylalb @theereina @uzumaki-rebellion @blyffe @kumkaniudaku @luckydaye777 @that-one-anxious-mango

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Smooth R&B playing on your radio that rested on your dresser, you walked over to it, your fingers turning the knob. Turning it off, allowing the silence in the room.

The walls of the room were painted beige, remaining you of your office job so you decorated it with posters of Mary J. Bilge, Tupac, SWV, Faith Evans and Brandy, your personal favorite: Janet Jackson.

You even painted a heart on the wall when you were six, making it feel more like home.

You looked at your full-length mirror for the umpteenth time, with your light pink dress, the soft fabric hugged your curves perfectly, and small gold hoop earrings dangled from your ears.

Until your friends Naomi and Gia barged into your bedroom like they paid your mama’s rent, making you spin around.

You’ve tried on a bunch of dresses and you thought none of them looked right, you were proud of your curves, and loved every single one.

It was only your nervousness trying to get the best of you, your brown hair was styled in a curly pixie cut, showing your pretty face, brown eyes, and your dark brown skin.

It was only midnight, in Scarborough district of Toronto, Ontario in the housing complex.

“Y/N, are you done yet?”Naomi asked with an annoyed tone, her brown skin glowed prettily underneath the lights.

“I'm ready, now. Thanks ladies for waiting, damn,” You replied sarcastically, walking out with them.

Naomi waved you off with a smirk, gently taking your head and walking out of the room, heading for the front door. The living room was silent which meant your mom was working on her night shift at the hospital.

“Girl, you just want to look fine as hell for your man, Francis hm?” Naomi teased, a sing-song hum left her lips.

“I'm looking fine as hell for myself, Naomi. I'm already sneaking out of my mom’s apartment but ugh..” You mumbled nervously.

You and your friends were clearly adult women, but your mom was quite protective; she allowed you to enjoy yourselves while ensuring your safety.

Your nerves swell in your stomach, and you exhale to calm yourself down. You loved to dance since you were a kid, it would take you to another place, and relieve stress from your job.

The three of you hurried your way out of the apartment with quickness, looking both ways while your shoes clicked on the macaroon cream tile floors with shapes in the color of chocolate brown and red.

You were going out of your mom’s apartment to go out to the new dancing club where Francis was the owner and DJ of it. You needed a break from work, after working that shift.

The three of you hurried to the elevator, laughter still lingering in the air as Naomi eagerly pressed the button. With a soft whirring sound, the doors slid shut, and the elevator descended rapidly toward the main room.

As it opened and three of you walked out of it, you caught sight of the desk manager at her station—Terri, as her name tag revealed—who appeared to be lost in a deep slumber.

Her brown skin glistened softly under the overhead lights, and a small pool of drool created at the corner of her lips, her curls pooling around her face. Her blazer, slightly rumpled, seemed to suggest a long shift.

You've met Francis and his brother Michael, a bunch of times but it was actually outside his dance club when you were nervous to walk in. Everyone knew who he was, he was popular when started this club, playing the music that lifted their spirits.

Music brought black people to a place where they could escape from their worlds, the pain, the struggle. It felt like freedom.

He had been interested in you for quite a while but was too anxious to approach you. Your dancing captivated him, and you chose to talk to Francis.

“So close, I don't want to be fucking late!” Gia exclaimed with a panting breath.

“We won't be late, I drive too damn fast!” Naomi replied back, running alongside her.

He had a mother who worked at the same hospital like your mom, sons of Caribbean immigrants, and a friend named Jelly.

On the way over, the three of you settled inside the car and peeled away from the building, you exhaled softly while your back rested into the backseat.

As the car finally pulled up to the small building, small windows spanned across with the vibrant colors of red, blue, green, and yellow lights filtering through them.

The three of you finally walked out of the car, slamming the door and running toward the front door, Naomi opened it while the three of you walked inside.

Once you stepped inside, the room was brimming with black people dancing to the dancehall music pulsating through the walls, the three of you walked through the crowd.

“There’s your man, Francis,” Gia whispered with a smirk, nudging your shoulder.

Hearing those words, you glanced up at him; he was incredibly fine, his muscles flexing as he picked up the box of vinyl records and set it down on the box in the corner.

Francis walked back to Jelly and gave the man some dap, smiling before he turned around to face you. "There she is," he said to himself.

There he stood behind the DJ table, his fawn light skin glistening under the deep red light. Jelly looked your way, his lip fell into a frown, jealousy washing over him.

Jelly had a secret crush on Francis but kept his feelings to himself, he knew that women would always flock to Francis.

The praise, the playful winks, his physical appearance, but he decided to be with someone else, he remained friends Francis but still he saw the way he looked at you, with love.

Francis wore a red fishnet tank top that showed off his chiseled chest and matching pants, a necklace with beads around his neck, shoes and his green-blueish eyes locked with your brown ones. The vein in his arms protruded.

Fuck, he was fine as hell.

He circled the DJ turn table, and walked through the crowd while your friends moved toward the table with two black men who you weren't familiar with.

“What’s up, Y/N? You look beautiful,” he greeted with a grin on his face.

“Hey, Francis, thanks.” you smiled, trying to keep your cool despite your heart racing.

You gazed at him; he remained quiet, as if he wanted to speak.

You thought it was cute that he was the one feeling nervous while you felt the same way.

“I didn't you were so shy, Francis.” You teased while raising a brow.

He chuckled lightly as if he were to play it off, but you could definitely tell. “Shy? Nah, I just didn’t want to embarrass my damn self in front of the queen of the dance floor,” he replied, grinning as he gestured to the crowd.

“Dancing is easy, you feel the rhythm, and just move. It’s cute when you are nervous around me but you don't have to be, let’s go,” You replied back, your hand gesturing to the dance floor.

As Mary J Blige’s “Share My World” began to play, he gently took your hand to the middle of the dance floor, he wrapped his arms around your waist while you wrapped your arms around his, laying your head into his chest.

Both of your bodies swaying gently, and your hands gradually move up and down his back, bodies pressed so close to each other.

“Am I holding you too tight?” Francis asked gently, laying his chin on your head.

“No, you're good. It feels nice to be close to you like this. Honestly, I wish I wasn't so nervous,” You brought up, lightly chuckling.

It felt so right to be in his arms, the scent of his dark cherry and woodsy cologne invaded your nose. Your thumb swiped over the veins of his arms, he felt so warm.

You moved your head away from his chest, as he lifted his head. Making you miss the warmth of him already, but still, you were so close.

“I know you said don't be nervous around you, but I am nervous. You drive me wild, when you smile, you dance. You capture everyone’s attention, even my attention,” Francis confessed to you, his voice was serious yet soft.

Francis gently pulled you away to face you forward, making you think his dick was hard from holding you close, as if he was about to explode. You didn't want to ask him that, your fantasies of him already did a number on you.

“That's why I wanted to say that I really like you, and I want to be with you, will you be my girl?” Francis asked in a romantic tone, lifting your chin.

“Yes I will, and I like you too Francis,” You exclaimed with a smile, nodding at him.

The both of you leaned in close, his plump lips pressed against yours. They were soft and had the taste of mint gum lingering on them. You kissed him back tenderly, your hand cupped his face to keep him still.

You could hear your friends cheering you on while both of you pulled away and kissed twice, "Would you a drink?"

"Yes I would,"

Francis pushed a dollar across the table to the bartender while skillfully preparing the drink and picking up the cocktail glasses.

It turned a peach orange pink-ish, She delicately placed red cherries onto the tiny skewers and set them on the coasters.

"Thanks,"

You both took your drinks and raised them for a toast, but Francis lowered his to match yours. You laughed while he smirked, momentarily forgetting his height—he could have been a stunning Greek God in another life.

“Here’s to us, making memories and being together this summer,” He declared with pride, smirking at you.

“I'll toast to that,” You grinned, nodding.

You clinked your glass with him, taking a sip of the tangy drink and biting the cherry off the small wooden stick and you placed it on the table.

Your friends Gia and Naomi playfully winked at you, while you rolled your eyes. “I love them but they get on my nerves sometimes,”

“I got the same friends like that too,” Francis nodded with a chuckle, a rumbling sound that made your clit jump.

The mood was right between you, as the song changed to Janet Jackson, “Anytime, Anyplace,”

You knew it wasn't the drink, but he took your hand and kissed your front palm, looking into your eyes deeply, his lips curled up into a mischievous smirk.

“I don't mind taking it slow,” Francis said, his voice raised an octave.

“Me either, I like it slow too,” You replied back, smiling back. Feeling the heat rush into your cheeks.

Before you could respond, your eye flickered toward the clock and it was 12:00, you damn near froze. It was time for you to leave and head home, your mom was going to be home at this time.

“Oh shit! I have to go, I'll talk to you later Francis,” You exclaimed with urgency, sprinting away.

Your hand slipped away from his as if it were in slow motion, it made him miss the warmth from your hand. “I'll see you soon Y/N, be safe,” he replied, waving goodbye.

You hurried your way toward your friends who stood at the front door, and stepped out into the night with quickness.

After that, Francis stood there in the dancing crowd. His lips fell into a frown but he knew he would see you again, tomorrow.

He didn't want to mess this relationship up with you, despite the violence and police brutality that lurked in the corner of the city. Francis wanted to protect you from it all, he wanted this with you to be perfect.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hi! Spencer Reid x reader where reader is kind of panicking because she’s worried Spencer will get tired of her and find someone that’s more like him personality wise? But then Spence reassures her that he loves her and only her? 🎀🚬🤍🤎

fem bimbo!plus size reader, wc: 589.

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | no i am not going to let bimbo reader sleep, but also i've been posting so much aaron recently, which is funny because i've been so obsessed with spencer recently. thank you for your request!

cw! angst :(

“I guess opposites really do attract huh?”

It was just a joke. A harmless, well meaning joke that completely spun your world off of its axis.

You were aware of the differences between you and your boyfriend, but you never felt bad about it, nor did he ever make you think that you weren't good enough for him. You would have liked to think that your differences was what made Spencer fall in love with you; but now you’re not too sure.

Yeah, sure, you needed help with understanding certain things, and your processing was a bit slower than others, but that didn’t make you stupid or annoying… right? 

What if you talked too much? What about that time that you kept interrupting Spencer while he was reading? Did you irritate him? Did he think about breaking up with you? You’d never had thoughts like these before because you never had a reason to. You always felt secure in your relationship with Spencer, like you were his equal. 

Spencer wasn’t used to your silence, it was unusual and quite frankly it raised the red flags in his mind. He was so used to your rambling about anything and everything that the quietness of his apartment was making him itch. 

“Sweetheart?” He called out softly.

It was almost as if his words scared you, your body jumping at the sound of him breaking the serene atmosphere of his almost dark academia-esque apartment. 

“Yes?” Your voice was hushed and meek and Spencer absolutely hated it.

He set his book down on the side table where he uncurled his legs and patted the spot on the couch next to him. “C’mere.” You looked almost hesitant to move, but nonetheless you got up and sat down. 

He grabbed your hand and held it firmly, but you didn’t make any effort to hold it back. It made Spencer nervous; did he do something?

“Sweetheart,” He reiterated. “Is something wrong?”

“Am I too much?” Your panic was quick to build. “What do you mean?” Spencer’s brows were furrowed inquisitively. “Like - like do I talk a lot? Or - or are my clothes too colorful? Do I ask too many questions?” Your speech fired out rapidly, almost as if you didn’t say what you wanted to know you may never do.

“Hey, hey, hey… no, no, stop.” Spencer was quick to shush you, opting to hold your face instead of your hand. “Did someone tell you that?” You shook your head, “No, yes? I don’t know. It - it was just because of that stupid joke Morgan had made.”

Ah, he remembers now.

“The one about opposites attracting?” You nod feebly. “And it got me thinking… what if I’m - what if I’m not a good match for you? You might want someone that’s similar to you,  one that knows how to play chess and understands all those super cool facts you know.” 

“Honey,” Spencer interrupts with a light laugh. “No.”

He wasn’t laughing at you, he was laughing at the sheer fact that he couldn’t imagine ever wanting someone else.

“I want you. I’ve only ever wanted you. I - I do admit that we are different, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I like that you aren’t like me. It’s comforting, and I just… I just love everything about you. I love you.”

“You promise?” You asked wetly with a pout. His lithe thumbs swipe at the tears trickling down your cheeks as he nodded, “Of course.”

“I love you too, Spencie.” 

There you were. His girl.

© ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused .ᐟ

[ranunculussy]

enigma | part 02.

wednesday

ꕥ part 01. | part 03. | part 04. | part 05. | part 06. ꕥ pair: Spencer Reid × BAU!fem!reader ꕥ warnings/tags: canon-typical violence, mentions of human trafficking, swearing, somewhat oblivious Reid and reader, age gap, moderately jealous Spencer, slow-burn, mutual pining, rivals to lovers, english isn't my first language so bear with me pls, idk about other warnings ꕥ word count: ~3.5k ꕥ summary: Spencer can't quite figure you, his rival out and this annoys him more than it should [this fanfic is also available on AO3 with the same title and username]

“Eek, this is like a group vacation.” Her quick, light claps accompanied Garcia’s excited squeal. Her bright, energetic demeanour seemed to lift everyone’s mood, which was below average that early afternoon on a cloudy Wednesday. The reason was mostly that they were all tired from the mission on the previous day. Also, the fact that a one-and-a-half-day road trip was ahead of them didn’t really help either.

As soon as they clocked in to work that day, Hotchner greeted them with the rather unfortunate news that in order to avoid any suspicion, they’d have to travel on the road and not with the private jet, which meant a roughly 35-hour-long drive. The Bureau was kind enough to provide the team with a minibus and three assigned FBI agents as drivers so they wouldn’t have to take turns behind the wheel.

“Did Morgan manage to kick down fewer doors in the previous month or what?” you asked jokingly as you watched the biscuit-coloured vehicle roll up to the team. The Bureau was constantly up in your asses with the monthly budget and how expensive it was sometimes to fund the unit. They were so stingy that it became a joking material between you.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” rolled his warm, chocolate brown eyes the mentioned man as he lightly punched your shoulder.

The truth is this wasn’t out of generosity. It was more of a tactical investment, recommended by the anti-trafficking unit. If it were up to the Bureau, you’d be crammed up in those notorious black SUVs for almost two days straight. But the dark vehicles became so known for belonging to law enforcement personnel that if the host or some guests from the auction saw them, the BAU would immediately get noticed and the mission would be a failure.

“So, Hotch” spoke Reid not so far from you who was strangely silent this morning. “We are going to spend the night at some hotel, I assume.”

“Yes. This way we will arrive at Flathead Lake either tomorrow night or Friday morning, depending on the traffic.” nodded your boss. He informed you that the briefing will take place on the bus since the anti-trafficking unit - who invited the team to help with the case – gathered some new information about the owner of the lakeside mansion where the auction will take place. While you infiltrated yesterday’s gala, they also put together a somewhat solid plan. Luckily, the BAU didn’t have to do everything all by themselves, they got joined up with competent people.

You quickly ran your gaze through the whole team. There was Hotchner, Rossi, JJ, Prentiss, Morgan, Garcia, Reid and of course, you. An even number of people. Meaning everyone had to share rooms with someone. You were more than sure that the “dads” – as in Aaron and David – would share one, just like Emily and Jennifer. There wasn’t any question about it. Now came the bigger problem, which was the Morgan-Garcia duo. If they were to share a room, it would only leave you with the doctor. Oh God no. You definitely can’t let that happen.

The minibus was the smallest possible one out there with 12 seats maximum, plus the seat of the chauffeur. This looked worse and worse for you by the minute. Of the three drivers, one was obviously behind the wheel, and the other two were occupying 2-2 front-row seats so they could rest properly. Leaving exactly eight seats for the team, so nobody had the opportunity to sit alone.

“So, Pen…” you hugged the woman next to you with one of your arms and had a Cheshire cat kind of smile on your face.

“Absolutely not” objected Derek, shaking his head before the flamboyant blonde diva could even take a breath. “There is no chance in hell that I’d sit next to Reid for around 40 hours. Babygirl is with me, so don’t even try. And I’m also sharing a room with her.”

“But…”

“Get your asses moving, guys” called for you already from the bus Emily. The rest of the team was waiting for only the three of you. As you placed your foot on the thin steps of the light-coloured vehicle, you silently prayed that someone, out of pure coincidence, decided to sit next to Dr Pain-in-the-ass Reid. The cleanly designed door of the modern bus silently shut behind you while you quickly scanned the insides. Since you were the last to get on board, there was only one unoccupied seat in the third window row… Next to your unpleasant co-worker. Of course, where else? At this point, you felt like God was testing you.

It’s not that you didn’t like him, but there was always some underlying tension between you, and you felt like you were constantly on edge around him. The subtle rivalry was exciting, of course. You were a very competitive person by nature. But still, you felt like you were under a microscope, getting dissected by his curious, watchful eyes each and every time you were in the same place. You weren’t friends, not even close to that, in your opinion. Simply co-workers who were a bit too similar in some ways and exhaustingly different in others.

Reid was sitting in the aisle seat. His thumbs played with the edge of the case folder, which was on his lap while he leaned back in his seat with closed eyes. He tried to shut out the lively group for a moment and get 8 hours of sleep done in 2 minutes.

“Hey…” you were the one who pulled him out of his somewhat meditative state as you awkwardly stood next to him. “Could you let me in?” you pointed at the empty seat.

For a moment, he didn’t really react, just looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. He was slightly taken aback. Of course, there was a high possibility of you two having to sit next to each other. However, he thought that due to the complicated relationship that you had – which oftentimes was the cause of heated arguments -, someone would do the whole team a favour and take the place next to him. But no. Everyone seemed to stick with whom they were the closest with. This was reasonable, given that suffering through 1 and a half days of travelling would be even worse if you’re by the side of someone you aren’t that close with.

In a sense, the BAU was like a family, yes. During their years of work, they crossed the river Styx and came back countless times. They’ve seen Hell unleashed. They’ve experienced how cruel and disgusting human nature can be. But they did it together. And this created an unbreakable bond between them. There was nothing they wouldn’t do for each other.

Now, sitting in one place for around 40 hours crammed up in a small space is an entirely different question. Everyone gets bored, grumpy and annoyed easily. It’s safer to stick with the person you’re especially comfortable with, even amongst them.

Reid quickly collected his thoughts. He wasn’t feeling like he was in his element, and it bothered him. He couldn’t lose against you. Not even in a non-existent competition about which one of you is handling this cooler.

“Be my guest,” he smirked but didn’t move an inch.

“Are you serious right now?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest as you looked him in the eyes with a challenging spark in your irises. The bus slowly moved under you, making you stumble a bit. His smirk turned into a grin as he slid down in his seat, making himself more comfortable.

“Everyone, I’d like to start the briefing,” you hear Hotch’s voice through the bus’s speaker since he used the microphone at the front. They were waiting for you to sit down finally.

“I won’t hesitate to step and walk all over you,” you tried to sound as serious as possible, hoping that by asserting your dominance, he’d stand up and let you in.

“Kinky” came the unserious comment from JJ who was in one of the backseats, causing the more unserious half of the team to chuckle.

“Guys, please,” your boss tried to take control of the situation while the little asshole next to you was just smiling smugly. This was your last straw. You took a deep breath and lifted your left leg over his lap, so your back was facing him. This situation was so embarrassing that you couldn’t possibly face him and remain collected.

Since the trunk was placed there, the ceiling above the seats was low, you had to kind of sit down to be able to squeeze yourself in. So, for a few excruciating moments, you were in his lap.

“I swear to fucking God one of us won’t get off of here alive, and it won’t be me” you murmured, your voice was filled with anger as you finally wiggled your way through the obstacle, being a literal grown-ass man. You didn’t even notice that the sound of his irritating chuckle was absent. He severely miscalculated things with this stunt that he pulled. You were so close to him. So damn close. He could smell the pleasant mix of your soft, sweet perfume and your shampoo lingering in the air. It wasn’t too strong, nothing over the top. You mostly used things that had natural scents, either from flowers or fruits. Things that smelled like candy, or anything overly artificial usually gave you a headache so you tended to avoid those. He probably wouldn't have noticed it if you weren’t that close. But now, as the gentle aroma filled his nose, it became impossible not to think about it. Also, the fact that he could’ve just reached his hands out and grabbed your hips when you sat down for a flickering moment on his thighs was an image he was hardly able to ignore.

But alas, you finally got to your seat and Hotch was able to start going through the developments of the case with the assistance of the one and only Penelope Garcia. “I’m sorry to say this, my lovelies, but the mansion is equipped with the best security system anyone could ever dream of. On top of that, the private guards hired are employees of the most elite and most efficient security agency worldwide. I don’t think it’d be possible for you to sneak in,” she said while she sent files and pictures to your tablets. “Being wired is also risky. Plus, there is the problem of no weapons, no vests, no nothing.”

“So, we're just going to raw dog this mission the way God intended?” you clicked your tongue as you said the rhetorical question mostly to yourself, causing Derek, who was sitting behind you, to snort.

“Well, one of us is definitely going in ra…” Emily’s sly smile matched her unserious tone perfectly. You could envision a crystal-clear picture of her face with a playful glimmer in her eyes. Not even a day went by since the undercover mission with your boss, so it was obvious none of them were going to let the topic go.

“Prentiss.” Hotchner’s deep, warning grunt came from the front seats as firm advice for your best friend to think carefully about whether she’d like to continue her sentence or not. You let out an awkward laugh as you pressed your forehead to the back of the seat in front of you. When the others quieted down, your boss continued. “Luckily, the anti-trafficking unit was able to get information about the staff working on the event. Morgan, Reid. You and a few agents from the other unit are matching their descriptions. They were all pursuable to give their shifts over to us. Garcia will send you detailed information about them, so you’ll be able to blend in as much as possible.”

This seemed logical so far. It was clear as day that you couldn’t send in Emily, JJ or Rossi since they were more or less public figures. Rossi was a well-respected author, JJ was the liaison of the team who later became a full-fledged agent, and Emily was known for her international contacts.

“We know that there are even politicians and CEOs joining the event. This will be an awfully low-risk crowd in one place at the same time. Wouldn’t they be more throughout with the workers too?” shook his head Spencer making his light brown wavy locks bounce slightly. He let his hair grow longer, giving his characteristic face a perfect frame. It took some time to collect himself, to tame the rushing thoughts that were so out of character for him. He honestly didn’t understand his reaction. Why did he freeze at the smell of you? Why did those sharp images appear in his mind out of the blue? What the hell was wrong with him?

Countless thoughts occupied his outstanding brain, making him somewhat irritated. Ever since they started working on the case, he felt like every single factor was against them. With politics involved, it was almost impossible to gain the upper hand, moreover, the team was at a bigger risk than usual. And now this too?

“Well, I’m sure the host will be. But the other rich assholes don’t give a fuck about anyone lower than them, let’s be honest. Moreover, I could also imagine that the staff is the responsibility of an employee of the host, not even the host himself.” you didn’t even realize that you went against his judgement, it came so naturally, almost as an instinct. But you opposed him, again. He turned his head towards you, a stern, stoic expression on his face, one of his eyebrows slightly raised.

By this time, your head was also in the game. You quickly collected yourself after the embarrassing moment with Reid and your teammates' comments. The latter one wouldn’t have bothered you, but since you were already awkward and your face was all hot and red, the girls’ remarks were like gasoline to the fire. But you couldn’t let this bother you for a long time. You worked too hard to get to where you are right now. You loved your job and were great at it. You loved the team too, more than anything. That bastard next to you couldn’t possibly gain the upper hand so easily over you.

“Are all the victims kept in the mansion?” took over the word Rossi. His eyes were slightly narrowed as he stared at the documents on the flat electronic device in his hands.

“According to the anti-trafficking unit’s information, over the years, Jonathan Grace, our host this weekend, brought most of the land around the northern area of Flathead Lake through different, hardly traceable accounts and he has properties all around the area. There is a big chance that the victims are held captive in all locations, making it harder for them to unite and attempt escaping.”

This was making things even harder. Now, there was a huge possibility of the victims not even being at the same place at the same time, making rescuing them in one organised attempt almost impossible.

“There are an awful lot of things that could go sideways,” Derek’s sigh was filled with worry and annoyance. He hated nothing more than when politics got in their way. In humanity’s way. This whole thing was bullshit. Proceeding with caution when hundreds of people were forcefully stripped of their freedom, their free will, and their lives, just because politics made this case a delicate one?! It almost seemed as if the actual victims hardly mattered, the only important thing was not to get damaged by an influential asshole. Of course, he knew that it wasn’t the situation with the team, but the outside looked very much like it. If it was up to him, he would’ve raided all of Grace’s properties with a bunch of SWAT members and got everyone out immediately. But he also knew that the moment the traffickers smelled something fishy, they’d disappear without a trace and reorganise somewhere else, continuing their activities, destroying people’s lives while not even being on the radar anymore. He would’ve ruined months, even years of hard work for the AT unit. Not to talk about any future victims he wouldn’t be able to save. So, logically speaking, he understood perfectly why they were handling everything so carefully and second-guessing each of their ideas, but it still infuriated him.

“Will there be units at every building Grace owns?” you asked. You habitually turned over and over the single ring on your ring finger as a subtle method of stimming. You were anxious because of the case. It was impossible not to be.

“Obviously,” came the kind of condescending reaction from, you guessed it right, Reid. “That was kind of a dumb question, Y/N, don’t you think?” he was facing you, his head slightly tilted downwards to look you in the eyes, since he was significantly taller even while sitting. A small smile was plastered on his face, making your blood boil even more. You weren’t even on the road for half an hour and already wanted to choke him to death.

“Yeah, I decided to take one for the team and ask the stupid question early on so you could correct me and get your daily bitching done,” you nodded your tone full of fake sympathy.

“Is it really daily bitching or you’re just constantly making mistakes?” he clapped back immediately while wearing a passive-aggressive smile on his patronising, punchable face.

“Ah, here we go again,” came Morgan’s grunt from behind you.

“Last time I checked I had more solved cases than you, thanks to my so-called mistakes.”

Ah, yes. Solved cases. Obviously, none of the successful ones were thanks to a singular person, everything you do is a team effort. However, since both of you were competitive as hell, you had this unsaid game going on between the two of you. Whoever’s leads or ideas proved the most useful during an investigation could take that case as their own.

“Kids.” This time the eldest was the one whose warning voice caused you to stop.

×××

The next four or five hours went by quietly. After Rossi put an end to your bickering, both of you stayed in line. We could even say, you acted as normal, reasonable adults. The briefing went on for an hour more but after that, everyone became silent and absolved in the files.

The time for the first toilet break came when the bus parked at a resting stop. You pulled the earphones out of your ears and stretched in your seat. As you arched your back, the salmon-coloured button-up shirt that you were wearing tightened a bit around your upper body, perfectly outlining your otherwise hidden curves. Your movements weren’t provocative, not even in the slightest. It’s just Spencer who’s been finding himself in these weird scenarios where he suddenly noticed everything about you.

Of course, you were pretty, he was very well aware of this fact from day one. But now it seemed like this piece of information was actively in his mind for some unknown reason.

“Will you let me out or do I have to crawl over you again?” you turned with your upper body towards him and leaned a bit closer. The others were in the middle of leaving the bus, so nobody gave much attention to you, luckily.

He also leaned towards you, and swallowed his saliva before answering, making his Adam’s apple quickly rise and fall. “Whichever one you’d prefer more.”

“Move your ass then,” you urged him as you looked directly into his pretty, light brown eyes that had hints of green in them, seemingly unaffected by what he said. He kept eye contact while his pupils slightly dilated but didn’t say a thing. For a quick, unnoticeable moment his brows got furrowed and his jaw tightened but this expression disappeared as soon as it came. Without a word, Spencer stood up and left the vehicle with quick-paced steps. He felt like even the air got tighter around them in the small space. Must be the fault of the tiny bus.

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"dressing up" - hotch x fem!reader

you and aaron get ready for a party at rossi's

cw: mentions of food and alcohol! preestablished relationship! besides that... none? enjoyy

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Another soirée at Rossi’s - red wine flowing liberally from vintage bottles, unless, of course, he’s serving acqua puzza. There will be talk of work, as always, but it will shift once Penelope smacks both palms on the table and demands a change of subject. You’re betting she'll make it thirty minutes, especially after last time, when Spencer rattled on about the particular species of earthworm he saw in a corpse. 

Rossi always demands that everyone dress nicely, too - it’s a dinner party, after all, he often says with that leisurely shrug of his shoulders. That’s why you haul ass after work to your favorite upscale boutique. You need a new dress - you wore your red one to the last two Rossi parties, and though they were roughly a month apart, you still feel guilty of being an outfit repeater. Plus, there’s nothing wrong with buying a new dress, especially if it gives you that New Outfit Self-Confidence. 

Unfortunately, though, your shopping trip after work, plus the crowd on the Metro, means that you’re running dangerously behind by the time you reach home. 

You flurry in like a tornado, kicking off your sensible work flats and haphazardly tossing everything in your hands, with the exception of your shopping bag, onto the couch on your way to the bedroom. You hear your stainless steel water bottle fall off the couch and onto the hardwood with an obnoxious clunk, and grimace as you fly into the bedroom. 

Your boyfriend sits on the cedar hope chest at the end of the bed. He’s bent at the waist, tying his shoes. “I was just about to call you,” he says by way of greeting, looking up and sideways at you as he hunches over to loop the black laces of his loafers. “You’re running a little late, honey.” 

“Thanks, Aaron, that’s super helpful,” you spew sarcastically, setting the boutique bag on the bed. Unceremoniously, you tug your dress pants down over your tummy and your hips, then step out of them, kicking them to the side. Aaron’s on them in an instant, like a cat with one of those laser pointers, scooping them up off the floor and tossing them into the laundry hamper in the corner. 

“We have to be there at seven-thirty,” Aaron reminds you, crossing his arms over his chest. For most people, that’s a sign of displeasure. This is just Aaron’s default stance, though, and you can tell he isn’t annoyed. He’s just anxious about being tardy. 

“Baby, I know,” you snap. You love that he’s always punctual - five minutes early is already ten minutes late, he always says. Generally, you can abide by that rule. The cards are just not in your favor today. 

Aaron’s palms are held up as a white flag. “Sorry,” he says, then looks around the room dumbly. “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

You’re sliding the new dress on - luckily, you already had your shapewear on for your work clothes, so changing is no big deal. The dress is a lovely forest green, with golden flowers, embroidered as if they’re growing up from the bottom hem of the skirt. You smooth your hands over the bodice, and finally meet Aaron’s eyes. 

The sunset is leaking in through the blinds, catching his profile and gilding his irises. You could swim in those deep pools for hours, searching for treasure. Your annoyance has dissipated completely after one look at him. “Can you cut the tags off?” you ask him, your voice a low whisper. 

Aaron’s gliding into the en suite, to your vanity, in an instant, a testament to how whipped you have him. He’s searching for your manicure scissors, and his back is turned to you. His suit is black, different from the gray one he wore to work today. This one is just slightly more fitted, and your eyes travel shamelessly over his rear, admiring, with a dropped jaw, just how sculpted it really is, a testament to how whipped he has you. 

You lift your arm when he returns, watching his eyes as he delicately snips the tags off the armpit part of your dress. He’s so careful, like he’s performing brain surgery, and you want to tease him for it. But there’s no time.

When Aaron’s moving back to the en suite to throw the tags away and put your scissors back in their place, you have to force your feet to shuffle over to the closet. You select a semi-comfortable pair of black heels. They don’t perfectly match your dress, but you typically end up taking your shoes off after dinner, anyway. 

Aaron’s watching from the bathroom doorway as you snap on your heels. His ever-observant eyes follow you as you step past him into the bathroom. You run the comb through your hair, and touch up your makeup quickly, carefully applying a winged eyeliner and lipgloss to elevate your look efficiently. Aaron’s eyes meet yours in the mirror, and you look back at him over your shoulder, scrunching your nose playfully.

When you’re done in the bathroom, you float over to your dresser to select a pair of earrings from the jewelry box Aaron got you for your birthday. Gold hoops soon adorn your ears, and you pull a golden chain necklace from the jewelry box, complete with a charm in the middle that looks like a knot. 

You take the necklace over to Aaron, and without saying anything, you stand before him, back turned. He gathers your hair in one hand and sweeps it aside. “Hold this for me,” he murmurs concentratedly, and you reach your hand up to hold your hair out of the way for him. 

The need to rush out the door has suddenly vanished into thin air. 

Aaron’s breath is warm on the back of your neck. You feel goosebumps appear up and down your arms as he brings the necklace around. His fingers are ginormous, so you hear him fumble a little with the tiny clasp, but he finally snaps it in place. His thumb and forefinger trail along the chain to bring the knot charm to the front, so it rests in the center of your collarbone. 

You release your hair, and as it falls, ticklish against the back of your neck, Aaron steps around in front of you. A small smile twitches from his lips and you feel your knees wobble a little beneath you. Why does he have to look at you like that? You’re supposed to be in a hurry. “You look like Christmas,” Aaron says quietly, like maybe he didn’t mean to voice the thought, like maybe it just slipped out. 

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” You laugh breathily, feeling your cheeks go pink. 

“It’s a very good thing,” Aaron assures you. His fingers close around your wrist, and he’s tugging you in for a hug. You wind your arms around his neck just as his find your waist. He’s crushing you to him, constricting you in the best way possible. 

“I thought we were in a hurry?” You ask, pressing your glossy lips against the column of his throat a couple of times. Your kisses are viscous because of the lipgloss, and you know you’ll have to wipe it off his neck, but for now, you don’t really care. This is the first moment you’ve had with Aaron since waking up next to him this morning.

You inhale, your nose nudging against his neck. He smells like an idyllic autumn lake - pine, rainfall, leaves. 

Aaron’s grip around you tightens a little more, and you feel his nose nuzzling into your hair. “We can be a couple minutes late.” 

He’s not wearing a tie, you realize, as you pull away from the embrace. Your palms lay flat on his chest, straightening the collar of his white dress shirt beneath the black jacket. The top two buttons are undone, revealing the smallest bit of chest hair. You quirk your brow up when you meet his eye. “No tie?” 

Aaron shakes his head. “No tie,” he confirms. “Going for laid-back, super casual.” 

“That lines up with your personality,” you snicker, licking your thumb and using it to wipe the lipgloss off his neck. 

“Do I look like Magnum, P.I?” He asks as you step back. He straightens his jacket. 

You burst out laughing. “Absolutely not,” you giggle, and Aaron rolls his eyes. “You’re not wearing a Hawaiian shirt, nor do you have a mustache,” you remind him, taking his hand. His fingers trail along your palm before twining with yours. 

“I could grow a mustache,” he proffers, his lips a straight line, the closest thing he does to pouting. 

You lead Aaron out into the living room, shaking your head and laughing. “No, baby, you look like James Bond,” you tell him, letting go of his hand and reaching over the back of the couch to grab your purse. You sling it over your shoulder. 

You catch Aaron looking at himself in the ornamental mirror on the wall and smirk. “I think I like that better than Magnum, P.I,” he muses. 

“It is better than Magnum, P.I,” you shrug, heading for the door. You feel Aaron’s hands on your hips from behind just as you reach for the doorknob. He squeezes your hips and kisses the back of your neck. “Aaron,” you whine a little, just as Aaron guides you to the side for the sole purpose of being able to open the door for you. 

“Come on, honey,” he teases, facing you in the open doorway and tugging your hand. “Rossi’ll be mad if he has to wait on us to serve appetizers.”

Edit: read "dressing down" here

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one shot inspired by these pics of Hugh looking delicious and annoyed in a suit 😈 and “I’m toxic but in a sexy way” (from the Chicken Shop Date interview)

summary: you’ve come back home from an awards show. you were possibly… slightly flirting with Aaron Taylor Johnson (or insert anyone younger than Hugh and hot) but you would never cheat or even entertain anything other than Hugh. He is possessive and jealous.

tw / tags: possessive / jealous sex turns into him having a praise kink. argument prior. dirty talk. established relationship. age gap (possible insecurity). female gendered. no mentions of protection (wrap it up kids) aftercare 18+ mdni

wc: 1.7k

please I think I lose in half way because it’s nearly midnight here and I’m a sleepy girl

You stumble into Hugh’s apartment after he’s opened the door for you. You’re not totally drunk; you wouldn’t want to make the night about yourself, but you did drink a little and get a little tipsy. You’re chuckling to yourself because you stumbled a little over your floor length gown as you tried take your heels off. “What did Aaron have to say?” Hugh says, in a really stern, blunt tone. You cock your head slightly, almost like a dog in confusion. “Huh?” You might be a bit inebriated, but that tone did not check with you.

Hugh rolls his eyes and walks to the bedroom to get unchanged. You follow, “what do you mean by that tone?” At this point, he is tense and avoiding making eye contact, but no actions suggest how riled up he is yet. “You were having a good chat” You stick out your neck and raise your eyebrows, wanting more. “We were” He stops in his tracks like I’ve just said the wrong thing. Looking at me through furrowed brows. “I don’t understand” you say, genuinely confused. “I watched as you were all over each other” he says and he starts throwing down his clothes onto the bed. You pull yet another face, you can’t help it, but also Hugh can’t help it either. We could have a conversation by facial expressions alone. After you’ve had a second to register what he’s implying, you muster up “first of all, when everyone is speaking to you, do you expect me speak to no one? To speak to just women? And second, we were NOT all over each other. I laughed and touched his arm and he brought me a drink. I’ve literally seen you pick up an interviewer whilst your ex wife watched! He is married, with a kid” Hugh’s eyes grew angry. Maybe throwing that back in his face from years ago was not the clever move. But your point still stands. Why can he flirt with everyone but you can’t make friends? Why didn’t bring it up there and then? You actually ask this but he ignores it and you know in your heart, having a tense conversation in a room full of pretty much strangers isn’t how you want the night to go, plus someone could’ve gone back to the media and made it a thing. You realise this as soon as you said it. Him holding onto it until you were home was for the best of both of you.

He walks over to you. You don’t back into the wall. He also doesn’t scare you, You know he would never hurt you, so I don’t cower. He towers over you. You look him dead in his hazel eyes. The tension of the past 3 minutes sobering you up. You and Hugh don’t really argue, especially like this. It’s really almost come from no where. “That was years ago” he almost whispers. Bare in mind, it’s not a soft whisper. It’s got the same tone as a shout, but there’s something more menacing about him speaking like that right in front of me. You smirk, excited, “I don’t care” You might be showing the age gap now, being a brat, but something about him not wanting anyone else to have you is exciting. He catches your smirk. He leans down by your ear, breathing heavy down your neck. Through a breathy whisper “is it cause he’s younger than me?” You’ve closed your eyes in pleasure. Why has this made so much sexual tension? You don’t say anything but you shake your head no. No matter how fun being a brat is, you register that this could be an insecurity for him and know to bring it up later. You can’t make fun of his insecurity for some sex. You don’t have that bone in your body.

He walks you back to the wall and grazes your neck with his long nose and lips, making you gasp it sends shivers up your spine. He grabs your cheek, only gently, to keep your face side on, facing away from him. “Can he give you things I can’t?” He says as he’s licking in between your breasts. Your dress is still on, but in the heat of the argument you haven’t made sure that it’s stayed on neatly and perfectly, so it’s fell, showing more chest. You couldn’t even speak if you wanted. You muffle a no as he’s licking back up your neck and kissing your ear. One hand is now on the base of your head and one hand is dropping the straps of your dress off your shoulders “You’ve gone really fucking quiet-is he better than me?” The dress has fell now, exposing my bare upper half. It’s stuck in your elbows and he uses his hands to pull it down and off your arms completely. Your nipples harden in the cold air. “No” you whimper. He lets out a muffled moan.

He spends time alternating between kissing, licking and biting. He starts from collarbone to each nipple. His tongue flicking your nipple. Your nipple in between teeth. You’ve started to moan and play with his hair. This whole time he’s not made eye contact with you. And you don’t mind. He’s using you as a fuck toy. He only cares about fucking you that hard you forget any other man exists. Between moans you manage to get out “you give me everything”. The praise in turn makes him moan and makes your nipples vibrate. He’s sloppily kissing your stomach now. Lots of saliva and tongue. Just kissing everywhere. He gets to your inner thighs and he kisses your center, just once. He stands back up now. And he’s rubbing your center with his fingers. Over your knickers. He grabs your face so you have to look at him. “Really fucking wet you know?”

You tell him only him gets you like that. Looking at him right in the eyes. He pulls you in for a kiss and his other hand goes in your knickers. You know you’re dripping. He puts one finger in straight away and starts fucking you like that against the wall. And then the second goes in. He takes his fingers out to circle your clit. This makes you almost collapse. It’s a lot of sensations all at once. Not only there but the messy kisses that are sometimes on my lips, sometimes a hand is pushing me so my neck is facing him. I end up moaning in his mouth. “Hugh- oh fuck” “He couldn’t do this to you?” “Shut up about him and just fuck me” you grab the back of his head and pull him into a deep kiss. You can feel him smiling and you coming undone. He puts his two fingers back in you. They’re long enough and thick enough to stretch you out and hit the spot. This is how you finish the first time. “I only want you” you say through kisses as you ride out your high. Your breathing is slowing but his surely isn’t. You know it’s not over yet. Your praise makes you kiss him harder. You start palming him over his trousers. His dick thick and hard. He pulls away. “This isn’t about me” he mutters. He grabs your hips to turn you around.

One hand pushes your back down, so you’re almost bent over and leaning against the wall. He pulls your knickers down gently, only to your knees though, before he’s nose deep in your cunt. Lapping it up like a dog. Like he’s never ate before. He’s kissing, sucking, licking. You lift one leg so he can get a better angle closer to your clit. One strong arm holds it. You turn around as much as you can, one hand playing with his hair, encouraging him. His other arm, he puts his fingers inside of you which sends you in a frenzy as hes tongues your clit. He then goes a bit higher to your ass, and again laps it up. It’s disgusting, but in a sexy way. You feel everywhere is being appreciated. One thumb now goes to play with your clit and two fingers go back inside. This is insane. You’re bending your back in ways you didn’t know were possible.

His hand disappears and you can tell he’s pulling down his trousers and boxers. Thank god you think. No warning he slips his cock in. He lets out a low growl. You let out a loud gasp. He’s pounding straight away. He pulls your hair in a pony and pulls you back so he can watch you. One hand goes back to his, and your favourite place. He then puts his fingers in your mouth as he carries on pounding. You suck and look him dead in the eye. “Whose are you?” He asks. “Yours” you mutter between thrusts, his fingers resting in your lips. He leans in to kiss. You’re almost like a contortionist this position. You’re basically standing now instead of bent over but your back is twisted to him. He’s still holding your hair. Able to pull you in whatever way. Using you for stability with this hard and heavy thrusts. Both of you are reaching another high. “I’m yours forever” you get out. He’s nodding his head in agreement through moaning in your mouth. That was the final praise to make you both finish.

He loses the hand on your hair and now you’re just breathing into each other. Catching your breaths. “Stay there” he goes and cleans me up. You turn around. You just look at him and don’t say anything. Just a weak smile. You only have the energy for a weak one now. You just carry on helping him get undressed. He only managed to take his blazer, tie and shirt off (and shoes). He was stood in an undershirt/ vest and his suit trousers. He lets you do it. You don’t have to, but this is almost like an apology. He goes and gets a t shirt of his and some clean underwear for you, and gets you ready for bed. You both jump in bed. He turns off the lamp. He is on his back and you are on your side, in the nook of his arm, facing him. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way and I’m sorry for bringing up things from years ago- I should’ve made you feel more confident in I don’t want anyone else-“ he lifts his head towards me and almost interrupts me “hey hey hey- this isn’t a reflection on you. It just comes from a place of being jealous but I should’ve maybe slept on it before bringing it up. You did look like you were having fun but you didn’t do anything wrong” you smile content and nuzzle in his armpit. One arm is wandering up his stomach and chest. “I really do only want you, you know?” “Good but can we talk about it tomorrow? I’m really knackered” you laugh “me too” he kisses you on your lips and your forehead, and then folds around you to spoon you. This is how you fall asleep.

[darlingsfandom]

could i request thomas gibson / aaron hotchner begging you to pull over so he could pee and you sucking him off instead? (feel free to ignore if this is outside of what you write sorry)

This is my wheelhouse friend 🩷

TW: smut, oral(m receiving), unprotected sex, public sex, slight fingering and swearing.

“And why me?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the SUV.

“Because you LOVE us!” Prentiss smiled at you as she grabbed your shoulders and made her look at you. She gave you the puppy dog eyes and man did it work! She’s your best friend, how can you say no?

“Plus Hotch is less cranky when he’s with you, which means long road trip back with you and he’ll be complete sunshine!” JJ added as she grabbed her bag from the desk.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You threw your hands in the air. The team gave you a group hug. It’s not that you didn’t want alone time with Aaron, it was more of how long could you keep your hands to yourself. You just spent the last three nights sharing a small motel room with him since there weren’t enough rooms, (part of why you didn’t care for small towns), and it was torture because he was there, right there to touch , to feel! But you didn’t. You wanted him so bad it made you look stupid.

“Hotch! You’re with Y/N in the SUV! We know you’re not supposed to be flying with your busted ear right now .” Prentiss pulled you from your daze as Aaron stood there with a look on his face that you couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or happy.

“I can drive by myself.” His words stabbed you in the gut.

“No you can’t, what if something happens to you!” You blurted out. “Besides it was either me or Reid!”

“Hey! I’m not a bad road trip buddy.” Reid frowned at you .

“I know you’re not honey, but Hotch can be.” Your words struck into Hotch like a knife as he furrowed his eyebrows together.

“Great! We’re all settled on that! we’ll see each other back at the office soon!” JJ spoke up as the team climbed into a different car to head to the Jet. You stood there with Hotch in the parking glaring at each other before you rolled your eyes and got in the car. Hotch followed behind and didn’t speak a word to you for the first forty five minutes of the drive.

“Okay let’s clear the air…” you spoke up making Hotch look at you slightly as he continued to drive down the dark road. “Clearly there’s a tension between us and it’s not okay with me.” Hotch nodded in agreement. “Correct me if I’m wrong , but it’s a sexual tension.” Hotch didn’t say a word. He continued on for another five miles before he pulled off to the side.

“You think ? Or you know?” He asked leaning back in the drivers seat. You chewed on your bottom lip a little bit as he ran his hands over his face before getting out of the car. You watched for a second before following him.

“Are you just going to leave me like that?” You asked as Aaron stood with his back turned to you.

“Y/N, I have to pee so unless you’re going to watch, I suggest you get back in the SUV and wa—- what are you doing?”

You stood in front of Aaron with a devilish grin on your lips.

“No one has to know Hotch.” You were down on your knees in front of him. Your knees digging into the soft ground as he stood there with a look of shock on his face. “Don’t be shy with me. We did just spend three nights sleeping in the same bed, you’ve seen me naked , granted that was an accident ! But as you just asked… I KNOW! There’s a sexual tension between us.” You purred softly while stroking his thigh. Aaron swallowed the lump in his throat before he grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock.

“WOW!” You whispered as you felt his cock twitch in your hand. You moved back a little and let Hotch relieve himself. He let out a little groan when you squeezed him. Before Hotch could say another word, the tip of his cock was between your lips.

“Fuck! Y/N! Smart and knows how to please a man? Good girl.” Hotch ran his fingers through your hair gently. You sucked gently on the tip watching his face twist in pleasure. There is no way to explain to anyone why you two were going to be late but this was worth it. Hotch held your head in his soft hands while slowly thrusting his hips forward. Your throat resisted at first making you gag around him but eventually your gag reflex faded and Hotch made it further down your throat. Your eyes were full of tears , make up running, drool hanging from your chin and rubbing against his balls. You looked like heaven to Aaron.

“Fuck! You’re doing so good for me sweetheart.” Aaron praised you as you sat there being face fucked on the side of the open road. Anyone could drive by see what a whore you were being for him. Aaron pulled away and a loud gasp left your lips. You looked up at him before he helped you up, he leaned in and kissed you softly while you reached between your bodies and rubbed his erection.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you!” He whispered against your lips before turning you around, yanking down your skirt and pushing you against the side of the SUV like you weighed nothing. Aaron lined the head of his cock against your wet folds and slowly pushed in.

“AARON!” You cried out as he stretched you out. Even with how soaked you were it was a little bit of a burn. Your hands gripped his shoulders while his hands gripped your hips.

“Such a tight pussy sweetheart and it’s MINE!” He growled into your ear. He was right! It had been his for awhile, you had longed for Aaron since you started at the BAU, but you never wanted to cross that line until recently.

“Fuck yes, I’m all yours! It’s your pussy!” Your voice was tiny and shaky as Aaron thrusted up into you. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist making his cock go deeper inside of your warm tight pussy.

“Yes it is! Who owns your pussy honey? Tell me! Who OWNS YOUR PUSSY?” He said with each snap of his hips getting harder .

“AARON FUCK! YOU OWN MY PUSSY!” Your words were a hot babbling mess as you held onto him for dear life. Aaron was bouncing you on his cock now making sure to watch your tits move along with each movement. Your body was shaking, on fire and overwhelmed. It was a high you’ve never felt. You enjoyed every second of Aaron using you . His thrust were getting sloppy, his pace was slowing down and his eyes were getting heavy.

“Oh Y/N! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Y/N! FUCK!” Aaron moaned into your ear as his cum shot inside of you coating your insides. You could feel it wanting to drip out of you but it couldn’t go anywhere with his cock still buried inside of you. “Oh don’t think I’m done with you.” He whispered breathlessly. His fingers slid between your bodies and he found your swollen clit. Aaron waisted no time in rubbing it in fast circles making you whimper below him like a pathetic slut.

“Fuck right there! Yes Aaron ! Yes fuck!” Your thighs were shaking, your eyes went to close but Aaron used his free hand to squeeze your face to make you look him in the eye as your orgasm hit you hard. Your mouth hung open as his name escaped your lips. Both of you smiled at each other as the two of you slowly peeled away from each other and cleaned up.

“You know … the teams going to know right?” Aaron questioned you as the two of you were back on the road.

“Of course , but that doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t ?” He chuckled.

“Nope! We just gave them what they already knew!”

“You mean to tell me the whole team knew I liked you?”

“Well actually it’s the other way around… son of a bitch! “ you slapped your sore thighs.

“What?”

“They set it up so we’d have to be together.”

Hotch licked his lips before reaching over to squeeze your thighs. “Well I’m glad they did because I got my alone time with you and that’s what I’ve needed.”

[andreilslovechild]

A Study on Aaron Minyard and Hatred

I've been in this fandom for years now. somewhere around 5 years or so. and since I've been here there's always been a distinct theme in how people talk about the brother of our beloved main love interest. see people speak about aaron in two ways mainly. the first way is, of course, labeling him as hateful and homophobic and disliking him because he dislikes Neil. the second way is building on his more personable characteristics and having him paired with someone else like Katelyn or Kevin to mellow him out. both of those are all well and good, everyone is entitled to their opinions and all, but I've never quite seen people look at both of those sides at the same time so I want to try and consolidate my thoughts on the matter.

first of all, I personally rarely consider aaron inherently hateful in my own understanding of him. annoyed or disgusted sure, but not necessarily hateful. mainly that hate is focused on three people from what the fandom talks about: Neil, Andrew, and Nicky. I'm using hate a broad term for dislike just for the ease of things right now so don't yell at me, but I think it fair to say the fandom typically pits these three up against aaron in a way that makes aaron look like the bad guy a lot of the time.

if I'm honest, I never really felt he hated Neil more than just didn't care much. at least until he found out about him and Andrew and gave him his version of the shovel talk. maybe a bit when Neil used Katelyn against him. but overall I never quite got it when people said he hated Neil, let alone hated him for "no reason". like id be annoyed too if a guy waltzed onto my college sports team while im studying premed, and turned out to be the long-lost son of a serial killer with a mouth so big it was a wonder hes still alive. plus he was super shady before all that was revealed too, but aaron was still pretty neutral when Andrew brought Neil into the monsters. he even spoke back to the upperclassmen when they freaked out about Neil sitting with the monsters. if you all need me to get the quotes I will, but it's currently like 2am, and I just can't be asked right now lmao. either way, the only time aaron really hates Neil in the books is when he uses Kate against him to get him to go to therapy. which was done for his own good in the long run, and I doubt aaron stayed upset about it for too long. plus we always have to be careful here because we are seeing things from Neil's perspective, someone who is inherently an unreliable narrator in the story.

in Nicky's case, there's a lot to consider. aaron definitely does and says some things (again not finding specifics rn because it's 2am) that are hurtful to him, or offensive. I certainly don't really blame people for reading it as homophobic on a surface level. but that's exactly what it is. surface level. his feelings about Nicky are probably the second most complex in this instance. because Nicky is his cousin, caregiver, friend, whatever you want to call him. They're close, they mean something to each other. but aaron also grew up with Tilda, probably talking with his family over the phone every few months, seeing them maybe once a year or two. when aaron moved to South Carolina he was 13. Nicky would have been 17. aaron probably spent a lot of time with him at first to avoid being alone before he made friends himself. used him as an excuse to get out of being around Tilda alone. which undoubtedly left him susceptible to Luther's preaching. I could make a whole other post on this alone. Still, he would have known Nicky was gay and that it was "wrong". He likely saw only his mask, not the depression inside because Nicky would have wanted to be happy with his cousin. he probably was around when Nicky went to Germany and then came back loud and proud, telling him about a man named Erik and finally standing up to his parents. to us, it's inspirational, exciting even, but for aaron it was like Nicky was abandoning him. He had gotten through Nicky being gone with drugs and staying out of the house as much as possible, but now knowing Nicky was leaving him there alone with his mom for what he assumed would be forever would have hit him hard. he never hated Nicky for being gay. he was angry he had left him, and he had grown up surrounded by the ideals Luther preached and likely his mom did too. with that, plus how uncomfortable it would be to have your cousin being openly sexual around you to an extreme extent like Nicky, I don't blame him really for how he reacted. he was disgusted by the thought of his cousin having sex, not who it was with. I can't remember if his disliking Erik is a canon or fanon thing. Still, he disliked him for taking Nicky away, not because he was a guy. Long story short I don't think aaron ever truly hated Nicky or was truly homophobic. I think he was just a scared kid who learned the wrong words and didn't know how to be vulnerable.

Andrew. good old Andrew. the most complicated relationship in Aaron's life save maybe his mom. I think we all know aaron doesn't hate Andrew. just like Andrew doesn't hate aaron. it's impossible for them to hate each other because they are so irrevocably tangled up and tied to each other's lives. from the second they found out about each other, everything they've done has been for the other in some way. mostly on Andrew's end sure but aaron has also done his share. see out of everyone here I think Andrew is the person that aaron thought he hated the most. he was angry about Tilda, about the drugs, about how Andrew refused to look at him. but deep down he knew he couldn't really hate Andrew. if he truly hated him he wouldn't have stuck around him this long to try and form a relationship with him. he wouldn't have bothered renewing their deal after graduating high school. he may have been stubborn and confusing and made aaron want to pull his hair out in frustration, but I don't think hatred for Andrew truly existed in him. For certain actions maybe, but him overall? definitely not.

Aaron Minyard may have been complicated, cranky, and annoyed for the majority of the times we see him, but he never truly hated anyone. not in the way people seem to think at least. and certainly, never the three people hes accused of hating the most.

[cripplecharacters]

Question!

So, I have a character with an arm prosthetic except he almost never wears it because he hates it. It’s uncomfortable and doesn’t do well in the heat (it’s metal so it burns up) so he usually just keeps it in his bag. He only ever wears it during family gatherings because they expect him to and he’s tired of his family coddling him but otherwise, he just doesn’t wear it wt all, would that be ableist or?

Hello,

No, that's okay. Prosthetics aren't for everyone and if he can do without, it's reasonable that he would prefer to because prosthetics can be fiddly. Plus prosthetic arms are pretty superfluous due to how complicated the arm is. And his reasons for wearing it around his family are realistic, some people do just wear a prosthetic arm to keep people from annoying them.

Mod Aaron

[livingfiction]

Okay Aarons Angels and Pierre princesses (just came up with those- they sounded cute ☺️) our love is a hot topic on Twitter (X-I will never call it that) right now because of his J HUD tunnel video and of course while all of us are salivating at how good he looks and his third leg here comes some annoying ass bitch(s) trying to ruin the fun 🙄 first off ppl saw ONE picture of this man with a white woman (the 2nd pic) and all of a sudden he doesn’t like black women. Like I understand that’s it’s annoying and tiring seeing celebrity black men, whether they be actors, athletes, singers, etc., primarily with non black women. And I get that even in tv shows and media it’s hard to find a black woman that’s not biracial or ambiguous looking as love internet or main character (that’s a whole other story) but I wish ppl would stop projecting this on to every black male celebrity we find attractive. I’m not naive. I know that if you look through a man’s dating history (which I have no desire to do with Aaron tbh) or even his likes and follows on social media you can tell his preference. But making assumptions like that off of ONE picture is just ridiculous. And also it really seems like ppl get a kick out of telling black women that the BLACK man they’re thirsting after would never look their (our) way. It’s like “ha ha y’all think a good looking black man would actually like you black bitches” and honestly it’s so disheartening. Like we’re not delusional (I am a little for this man but I still got my sanity 🤭) we know that we will never meet or date this man but damn why can’t we enjoy shit in peace as black women. I could understand if he was saying negative shit about black women specifically or seemed to go out of his way to exclude black women but I haven’t seen that from him. It’s like ppl can’t wait to tell black women that we are no more than support tokens or meal tickets to our race of men and that the only interest they have in us is “pandering” so that we’ll support them and give them money. Plus I haven’t seen Aaron do any “pandering”. He’s just been doing regular interviews and talking about his work. He hasn’t went out of his way to “cater” to any particular group in my opinion 🤷🏽‍♀️ I know this is a lot but this shit just really annoyed me man.

[hotchs-big-hands]

What did you call me?

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Aaron Hotchner x plus size fem!reader

NSFW Minors dni please

Warning(s): some angst, yearning, details about graphic crime scenes, strip clubs/sex clubs.

When Dom/sub couples begin to show up murdered mid-coital, the BAU team is brought in to solve the case. But as more couples are found and the unsub remains undetected, it becomes an undercover mission. The posing Dom/sub couple in question? Your intimidating, attractive boss and you.

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Hey everyone, welcome to my first fanfic! I used to write and post stuff back in 2018ish but it was a different fandom. I've not written and posted anything tho since then so I'm a bit nervous! But idk I just got back into cm recently and I saw Hotch and my brain was like oh yeah 👁️👁️ (I used to be a Spencer girlie) and I've mostly written stuff for myself but I decided imma start doing stuff on here too! I hope you enjoy and lemme know if you wanna be tagged in future writings 🥰 side note, I'm a fat gal so I will probably centre most of my stuff around plus size readers cuz there's not enough of it for plus size Hotch girlies 😔 but technically anyone can read and enjoy it! This was getting extremely long so I'm splitting it into three parts so here's the first one! Anyway, enjoy 💅

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The feeling of something blunt lightly bounced against your forehead, making you blink a few times and rub the area with your hand.

"Hey... Who did that?" You grumbled, eyes darting from one face of your coworkers to the next. Three of them all pointed towards the culprit and as your eyes drifted back to him you were met with a cheeky grin on the charming, dark-skinned man's face.

"You were spaced out, sugar." Derek Morgan said. "Got a lot on your mind?"

"Got a lot of him on her mind, more like." A voice cut in smugly, flustering you in an instant, your heart beginning to race. Your eyes flicked to Prentiss, the pristine raven haired woman was smirking at you, her eyes glinting. You squeaked and shifted in your office chair nervously.

"No, Em! Just... couldn't sleep last night."

The weak explanation didn't help, it only widened the smirk on Prentiss' face as she leaned forward.

"Oh? Do tell us more."

"There's nothing to say!" You abruptly turned to the casefile that lay open on your slightly messy desk and tried to ignore the movement at the corner of your eye; Emily was shuffling her chair over to you, no doubt still with that annoying smirk on her face.

"Oh it sure sounds like there is though."

Before you had the chance to defend yourself an all too familiar voice demanded everyone's attention and subsequently caused a shiver to trickle down your spine. Your hands gripped onto your chair.

"My team; in the conference room now. We have a case." Your unit chief spoke. All heads turned to the direction of a slightly elevated walkway where a sharply dressed man stood for a mere moment, locking eyes with yours, before he began walking briskly towards the mentioned conference room.

Fuck. Hotch was wearing your favourite suit and tie today and a few stray wisps of his short, dark hair stubbornly lay over his forehead, no matter how often he must have tried to push them up off his face. Everyday was harder than the previous working with that man. The moment you'd attended your interview months ago, sitting in front of the brooding man, you knew you were fucked. Yes, you had been eager to join the famed BAU unit and were grateful for the opportunity that arose but you'd be lying if another reason you eagerly answered all the questions prompted to you in that interview wasn't because you were instantly attracted to Aaron Hotchner. However, that was almost a year ago now and you were struggling with your growing attraction to the man the more you were around him. Your coworkers and friends certainly were no help, given they'd soon caught onto your crush.

A hand waved in front of your face and you blinked.

"Time to go, lovergirl." Prentiss teased and you sighed, quickly joining the others as they made their way to the case briefing. You needed to focus.

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Landing in Chicago a few hours later, the team were thrust into a gnarly investigation involving couples being murdered in their hotel rooms mid-coital. The crime scene photos were hard to look at, to say the least. Setting up a base of operations in the police department didn't take too long and currently you were in the midst of interviewing family members of the deceased along with Hotch at his insistence. It wasn't often that you took part in these interviews, even less often did Hotch ever team you up with him. Quite frankly, it made you feel a little nervous, but there was no way you'd question his decision. And certainly, you did not miss the subtle smug look Emily gave you as you trailed after the man you thought about way too much.

Sitting beside him in the SUV, just the two of you alone made your head feel a little bit floaty as you tried your best to remain as stoic as possible, reminding yourself of the details of the case so far and of the little bits of information from the families you'd spoken to. Even with the effort there was no preventing the permeating scent of his cologne and a hint of his own natural musk from scrambling your brain. He smelled good, too good, and the way his hands gripped the steering wheel from the quick glances you dared peek developed a heat to coil within the depths of your lower abdomen.

"Are you alright?" His voice brought you out of your thoughts. You felt flushed.

"H-huh?" You felt dumbstruck, all because of him. He exhaled through his nose sharply, clearly dissatisfied with your response.

"You're distracted."

Oh. Of course he could pick up on it. You shifted in your seat, subtly rubbing your plump thighs together.

"I'm okay, I guess I've not had enough to drink today though. I'll get some water when we head back to the station." Not a lie, technically. You'd forgotten your bottle of water you normally had ready to fill up to take on cases. Hotch hummed, the sound deep and making you clench between your thighs.

"I did notice you didn't have your water like you usually do. I should have said something." He said. Wait, he noticed? You didn't think he picked up on things about you, he didn't often appear to pay attention to you besides on a strictly professional level. But as you turned your head to him in surprise his brows were furrowed in frustration, as though annoyed with himself for not saying anything.

"Oh no, it's fine. I've been a bit of a scatterbrain as of late." You admitted sheepishly, a little smile on your lips. Hotch glanced at you, eyes flicking down to your lips, then back to your eyes, making your breath hitch.

"Anything I can do to help?"

You bit your lip, your mind flooded with a whole array of thoughts that you knew you shouldn't be having about your boss. He didn't know he was the reason you were so distracted, desperate to feel his lips on yours, on your body and his hands on your skin, his fingers inside you. Fuck. You needed to get it together, for goodness' sake. You quickly glanced back towards the road.

"Ah, no. I'm okay, sir. I'll sort myself out." You murmured, missing the way his knuckles whitened under the pressure of his grip on the wheel.

"Don't hesitate to come to me if you need anything."

You tried not to think of what you wanted him to do to you, instead humming in response.

"Thank you, sir."

You needed to get out of this damn car as soon as possible.

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Immediately upon returning to the station you rushed off to find a vending machine so you could grab a bottle of water. As soon as you had your hands on the cold, plastic bottle you were gulping down the cool liquid, not realising just how flushed you felt.

"Whoa, slow down there, (L/n)!" You heard JJ's voice from behind you and you turned, pulling the bottle from your mouth wide-eyed. The blonde woman looked slightly alarmed. "Are you okay?"

You nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. I just forgot to bring water so I kinda got a bit dehydrated I think." You explain quickly. JJ frowned a little.

"You'd better be careful next time. And don't drink too quickly, you could accidentally choke."

You smiled sheepishly under her scolding and screwed the lid back on.

"Sorry, I'll drink slower."

JJ led you back to the office where you found the familiar sight of Spencer pouring over a map of the area. Pieces of string had been wrapped around pins indicating the last locations victims were seen and the scenes of their murders, no clear pattern in sight as there sometimes was. On one of the tables lay several empty paper coffee cups, a few rings of spilled coffee staining the surface top. He was speaking quietly to another member of the team, David Rossi, and Hotch; of whom stood beside the young Doctor with his arms folded across his chest, inevitably tightening the suit over his physique. You forced yourself to focus on the map.

Not long after your arrival you heard two sets of footsteps trudge into the room.

"No employees or frequent customers that are of note. We have nothing." Derek huffed as he made his way over to one of the chairs and slumped down into it. Emily joined you and JJ, her face appeared neutral but you could tell there was a hint of annoyance behind it. You heaved a deep sigh and felt eyes on you which made you instinctively seek out who it was, only to be startled when your eyes met deep brown ones, almost black in the artificial lighting. Hotch didn't look away, instead holding your gaze until you quickly turned away, feeling embarrassed.

"There has to be something that connects them all." Rossi said. Your eyes drifted across the map, narrowing a little. There had to be a mutual place that all these couples had been to in the final week leading up to their deaths. Somewhere that couples who enjoy sexual relations more than the average couple would go. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and quickly scrolled through your contacts until you found the one you were looking for. As you pressed dial you put the call on loudspeaker it merely rang once before there was an answer.

"Hello, you've reached the hotline for the simply fantabulous Penelope Garcia; how may I assist you?" A bubbly voice filtered through. All eyes were on the phone as you placed it on the table in front of you.

"Hiya, babe, I have a request for you. We're trying to find a link between the couples but so far nothing has cropped up. But I have a theory," you spoke, feeling a little awkward at what you were about to say. "Uhm, do you think you could try search for any strip clubs or even straight up sex clubs in the area? Easily accessible or possibly a more hidden club?"

You could feel his eyes on you again but you tried hard to stare at the phone. Garcia gasped from the other end of the line, but the sound of nails on a keyboard reassured you she was already on the case. Beside you, you felt Emily poke you and you lightly shoved her with your wide hip.

"Oh wow, I did not think I would be looking at this sort of thing today. But lucky you, I have a whole list of places! I-" there was clicking, followed by another gasp. "Oh my! That is certainly a homepage! You have no idea about the things I'm seeing right now, well, I mean I'll be sending these to you anyway but gosh! I'm going to do a thorough clean of my history once this case-"

"-Garcia, focus." Hotch said firmly and you heard a quick apology from the other end of the line. He moved to lean over the table, propping himself up with his hands as he took charge of the phone call. "We need security footage from these locations. Whatever you can give us, we'll take it."

More clacking of nails, you tried not to stare at your boss as he leered over your phone, forcing yourself to look away from his straining suit, the dangling tie, his large hands. Horrifically, you instead met eyes with the oldest of the group, Rossi, who had clearly caught you ogling Hotch from the glint in his experienced eyes and the twitch at the corner of his mouth. Shit. You could only hope no one else had witnessed your blatancy. Thankfully, Garcia's voice came through again.

"I'm sending over whatever footage I can find as well as the addresses to the establishments now."

You reached across the table, hyper aware of how close you were to Hotch as you took hold of your phone. He studied you carefully when you hurried backwards, swallowing thickly. You cleared your throat.

"Thanks, babe, you're a star." You said.

"Well of course, I'm your star." Garcia responded cheerily and the line went dead. Hotch straightened up and pulled his suit back into place, turning to address everyone.

"We need to review the footage and find out which location all the victims visited at some point within the last few weeks, then we can make a plan of action." He was stern as he spoke, hands in his pockets and his shoulders squared. There was a mutual noise of agreement from everyone and you all split into smaller groups around the monitors in the room. Hotch disappeared off to find the chief of police and you couldn't help but let your eyes follow him as he rushed out of the room, eyes transfixed on the tight fabric of his dress pants.

"Girl, you aren't even hiding it." You heard Derek say and you huffed, walking over to Spencer and sitting down next to him. He offered you an awkward smile and shuffled his chair to the side so you could get closer to the computer he was working on.

"Shut up, Derek." You muttered and he chuckled.

"I'm just saying, you should probably talk to him."

Your eyes widened in horror.

"Excuse me?"

Spencer cleared his throat.

"I agree, It's a bit obvious that he's interested in you too." He said softly and you huffed, shuffling your chair closer to the table and leaning towards the computer screen.

"Stop saying ridiculous things like that, both of you. We have work to do anyway."

Derek stepped back with his hands raised in surrender before retreating back to the computer he was situated at whilst Spencer simply watched you carefully, frowning a little.

It was dangerous for you to even dare think of such things. There were so many reasons why you couldn't let your mind go there. If not for the ethical reason due to his and your job statuses, then maybe because he was much older than you with a son. But also you'd seen photos of his ex-wife and ex-girlfriend and you certainly didn't look like his type. Not slender, not sleek like they were. You didn't think he was a shallow man but you'd also dealt with disappointment after disappointment with how others had treated you based on your appearance. You had to keep yourself safe, so your attraction for your boss would remain nothing more than a secret from him. You sighed softly as the young man beside you clicked on the first video footage from one of the private sex clubs. There was no more time to waste.

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The following few hours were downright miserable, viewing video, after video of footage from various clubs until you felt as though your eyes and your brain would melt out of your head. Finally, however, Emily made a noise of alarm, mouth full of cheap coffee, and alerted everyone to her computer. Swallowing the burning, bitter liquid, she retracted the footage a little and replayed it.

"Look, It's the Smiths! The first couple to be murdered. They came in to this very exclusive private sex club at the end of last month." She said hurriedly. In the slightly fuzzy camera quality indeed the couple waltzed into the lobby of the facility and approached the reception desk.

"Fast forward the feed." You heard Hotch say, causing goosebumps to bristle across your skin. You knew he had returned at some point but didn't expect him to stand right beside you. Someone made a call to Garcia and she confirmed with her database that it was indeed the couple. Further analysis of the footage from days afterwards showed that every single of the other couples had also been to this sex club too shortly before they were murdered. And yet they had no indication still of who was the murderer.

The day was drawing in at this point but as a final task before anyone would return to the hotel, Hotch sent out Morgan and Prentiss to the club to ask some questions, something that you couldn't help but chuckle at. The raven haired woman narrowed her eyes slightly at you.

"Laugh all you want but I'd be careful if I were you." She warned but you simply smirked.

"Don't have too much fun now, you two." You said cheerily, Morgan raised a brow at you and then the two were off begrudgingly. You felt JJ sidle up beside you.

"You know she will get you back." She murmured and you shrugged.

"She doesn't scare me."

"She scares me a little." Spencer said aloud, causing the two of you to turn your heads in his direction. He flushed, ducking his head slightly. "I- uh, well you know how she is."

"I wouldn't think you were intimidated by her, Spence, I mean you're the one who won the prank war with Morgan." JJ said, chuckling. A small smile tugged at his mouth.

"I wouldn't cross Emily, though."

You hummed and pushed up out of your chair.

"Well anyway, either of you want a hot drink?" You offered. JJ smiled.

"Oh no, thank you." As Spencer opened his mouth to respond she lifted a finger up at him. "Ah- you definitely don't need anymore coffee at this time of day."

A quiet giggle passed your lips and you turned to head to the kitchenette of the station.

"I'm not getting involved."

Walking out of the office you crossed the police department, avoiding any officers who still remained within the building, and came to a pause in the entryway of the kitchen, dipping away from the doorway out of sight. The two oldest members of the team were in a deep conversation, Hotch with his back to the door and Rossi facing the direction you were in. They spoke quietly, you knew you shouldn't listen in and yet you couldn't help it.

"Stop being absurd. What makes you think I'd even consider doing that?" Hotch hissed, his voice barely audible from where you were.

"Come on, Aaron, you can't keep this going forever. You know that." Rossi countered. There were more words said but were too quiet for you to decipher. That was until Hotch spoke a little louder again, sounding more frustrated.

"I am not currently wishing to be involved with anyone like that, Dave. I just can't."

In an instant you felt your heart in your throat, your eyes stinging.

Oh.

You felt stupid. Of course he wasn't interested in dating anyone. Even despite closely guarding your feelings for Hotch to be nothing further than a personal crush that he would never find out about it still hurt knowing you never had a chance to begin with.

Walking a few steps away from the kitchen, you made a point of entering the kitchen area, feigning surprise as your eyes landed on the two men in the room. Clearly, your entrance startled them, particularly him, who looked a little guilty before the slight expression glossed over with stern stoicism. Hotch glanced away, turning to Rossi.

"I'll see you at the hotel." He muttered and then he was brushing past you, his hand grazing your arm slightly and his scent consuming your senses. And then he was gone, all that remained was the slight coolness of his absence. You swallowed thickly but tried to mask your emotions from the seasoned agent still remaining.

"Coffee? There's some left still, maybe enough for one last cup." Rossi said softly. You smiled slightly as you approached him but shook your head.

"Ah no, thank you. I'm going to have tea. It's way too late for coffee, don't you think?"

The man hummed, watching you carefully. You suspected he had seen you earlier, that you'd heard the conversation but you didn't feel like talking about it.

"I hope you know that if you ever need someone to lend an ear that I'm always willing to listen."

Your hands faltered slightly during sorting out putting a tea bag in a clean mug. Your eyes flicked to the side at Rossi briefly.

"I know that."

"I know you heard what you think you heard but-"

"-Let's not- We aren't talking about this." You cut him off shakily, stopping yourself before you poured the hot water into the mug. "There's nothing to say about it."

You turned away from the kitchen counter to lean against it, rubbing your tired eyes with your palms. Rossi sighed quietly.

"You didn't catch the whole conversation." He tried after a moment. You scoffed.

"It wasn't for me to hear. I only did so by accident. I'm not going to read into it because the only people who were meant to hear what was discussed was you and-" Your throat felt tighter still, an unseen coil constricting you, just as the man you longed for constricted your heart and soul. You didn't say his name, couldn't. Mercifully, the man before you understood.

"I know."

You nodded. The mug of tea wasn't appealing anymore; the quiet promise of solitude in a hotel room called to you more than all else.

"I.... I think I need to call it a night. I don't feel well."

Rossi placed a hand on your upper arm and squeezed lightly.

"I'll inform the others and grab your stuff then I'll drive you to the hotel we're staying in," he fished out the keys to one of the SUVs and handed them to you, the metal clinking together. "Go, wait in the car for me." He said. The corners of your mouth tilted upwards in appreciation and you hurried out, eager to have even a moment to yourself.

The moment you pushed the doors of the building open and stepped outside you exhaled, grimacing slightly at the still, warm air of the night. You'd hoped it would have cooled down more, now that the sun had long since settled behind the horizon, but you felt stifled, the heat doing nothing to soothe the tightness in your throat and chest. Breathing shakily, you unlocked the car and climbed into the passenger seat, laying your head back against the head rest.

There was no reason for you to feel so upset about this. It wasn't as though you intended on ever approaching your boss about your ever growing feelings for him, you wouldn't dare do that. And yet you felt almost physically sick from heartbreak and the worst part was he didn't even know the pain you were in. Hell, you didn't even know where he was right now after he rushed out of the kitchen.

You knew the moment Rossi obviously had retrieved your belongings judging the way your phone had begun to vibrate from text notifications, no doubt from your coworkers. You'd answer them when you made it to the hotel, you decided. A few minutes later you spotted the older man exit the station and approach the car you were in, your bag and coat in hand. The sight made you smile even the tiniest bit, something that he noticed. You felt the car jolt a little as he opened the trunk so he could put your belongings down and jolt again when he slammed it lightly. A second later he was climbing in on the driver's side where you held out the car keys to him.

"Thanks." He took the keys and inserted them into the ignition, the engine roaring to life and you slipped your seatbelt on. Rossi glanced at you. "Let's get you to the hotel. Best thing about this is if there aren't enough rooms for one each you can have first pick on if you want the single or not." He said as you pulled out the station parking lot. You scoffed.

"Oh you know I'm absolutely taking the single this time." You retorted. In any other scenario you would have risked sharing a room, risk being paired with him. Now the thought made you want to cry. Your little smile faded and you turned your head to the window, resting on the cool glass. Sensing you were finished talking, Rossi didn't say anything else for the remainder of the drive.

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A little groan escaped your lips when you collapsed backwards on the single bed in your hotel room, exhaustion overrunning your very being from the long day. For a moment you simply lay there silently, staring at the dulled white ceiling whilst your mind raced. You knew this wasn't ideal, you couldn't let yourself be distracted from the case.

Huffing, you remembered that you needed to respond to messages to let the others know you would be alright by the morning. After pulling your phone out of your pocket, the screen lit up and your eyes flicked across the notifications on the lock screen. Lots of messages from your worried coworkers. You unlocked the phone and set about answering them one-by-one. JJ and Emily offered to stop by your hotel room to check in on you, not knowing you'd been feeling unwell up until this point, but you reassured them you would be okay.

Just as you finished your nightly routine and pulled the covers back, there was a knock on your door. Your brows furrowed slightly. Who would be knocking at this time? Sighing, you approached the door and leaned close to the peephole, expecting to see one of the ladies or maybe even Rossi.

Standing tensely with his shoulders squared was Aaron Hotchner. A quiet gasp escaped you and you jolted backwards from the door. What the fuck was he doing here?! With shaky hands, you pulled the door open and slightly covered yourself with it, hyper aware of your clothing situation. Hotch perked up and stared down at you.

"Rossi informed me that you weren't feeling well and had to retire early." He murmured gently, his face stern. You swallowed and silently invited him into your room by stepping back, pulling the door with you. He cautiously walked into your hotel room and you closed the door behind him, wrapping your arms around yourself in a feeble attempt to cover your body up. Why, oh why did you have to wear shorts that barely covered your ass and an old tee that wasn't as baggy anymore from being washed one too many times?

You cleared your throat and avoided looking in Hotch's direction.

"He's right. But I'm sure I'll feel better by tomorrow though."

You offered a little smile, eyes flicking to his face and realised he was staring. Except he wasn't staring at your face, no, his eyes were focused lower down at your chest. Christ. You quickly looked away again before he realised you'd caught him out and he hummed, the sound making you clench.

"What's wrong?"

Oh no. You couldn't answer that. Your eyes met his and you opened your mouth, hesitating with no response to give.

"I.... Just felt sick, that's all. I'll be okay though."

You never were good at hiding how you were really feeling, the deepening frown on the man's face before you merely evident of this.

"Are you certain? You can tell me anything, you know that." He said softly as he stepped closer to you. You nodded and tried smiling again at him.

"I know, sir. I promise I'm alright though." You tightened your arms around yourself until your flesh dipped under the pressure of your fingertips. Hotch's eyes trailed over you from head to toe, clearly unsatisfied with your reluctance to tell him the truth, but didn't push the matter further. You inhaled as he stepped closer still, his scent once more overwhelming you. His fingers flexed at his side as though he was conflicted and you wished he would reach out and touch you. Eventually, he sighed quietly and retreated a step.

"Alright. But I will be keeping an eye on you now."

Not good. You nodded though, then yawned and your cheeks flushed with warmth. Despite the tension, a small smile tugged at Hotch's mouth.

"You should get some rest." He said. You chuckled.

"Yeah, you as well though. I know what you're like."

He raised a brow at you.

"Really now?"

Your eyes widened and you stuttered.

"W-well I'm just saying, you do leave the office last, you're up earlier than everyone else too-" you cut yourself off, not wanting to dig your hole any deeper. You dared a quick glance his way and he was still slightly smirking.

"Get some rest, your boss is going to be up early again tomorrow to call everyone in."

A little chuckle escaped you and you followed Hotch to the door, grabbing the door as he opened it and hiding behind it again as you watched him make his way out into the corridor. He turned back to you and gazed down at you again.

"Good night, (L/n)." He murmured. Your eyes met and you gripped onto the door.

"Good night, sir."

He shifted, as though debating something in his head, then he turned and stalked down the corridor. You didn't close your door until he disappeared from sight. When you returned to your bed you collapsed down onto it whilst your mind raced. That night your dreams were filled with forbidden touches and kisses from the man you loved.

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And that's part one for now pls lemme know what you think and if anyone wants to be tagged in future works! Thank you for reading 💖💖

[halfreal-and-halffiction]

REPOSTING THIS ON THIS BLOG CAUSE THIS SHIT HAS REALLY AGITATED ME 😑😑😑😑 I originally posted this on my fandom blog, living fiction, but I need to express it over here too

Okay Aarons Angels and Pierre princesses (just came up with those- they sounded cute ☺️) our love is a hot topic on Twitter (X-I will never call it that) right now because of his J HUD tunnel video and of course while all of us are salivating at how good he looks and his third leg here comes some annoying ass bitch(s) trying to ruin the fun 🙄 first off ppl saw ONE picture of this man with a white woman (the 2nd pic) and all of a sudden he doesn’t like black women. Like I understand that’s it’s annoying and tiring seeing celebrity black men, whether they be actors, athletes, singers, etc., primarily with non black women. And I get that even in tv shows and media it’s hard to find a black woman that’s not biracial or ambiguous looking as love internet or main character (that’s a whole other story) but I wish ppl would stop projecting this on to every black male celebrity we find attractive. I’m not naive. I know that if you look through a man’s dating history (which I have no desire to do with Aaron tbh) or even his likes and follows on social media you can tell his preference. But making assumptions like that off of ONE picture is just ridiculous. And also it really seems like ppl get a kick out of telling black women that the BLACK man they’re thirsting after would never look their (our) way. It’s like “ha ha y’all think a good looking black man would actually like you black bitches” and honestly it’s so disheartening. Like we’re not delusional (I am a little for this man but I still got my sanity 🤭) we know that we will never meet or date this man but damn why can’t we enjoy shit in peace as black women. I could understand if he was saying negative shit about black women specifically or seemed to go out of his way to exclude black women but I haven’t seen that from him. It’s like ppl can’t wait to tell black women that we are no more than support tokens or meal tickets to our race of men and that the only interest they have in us is “pandering” so that we’ll support them and give them money. Plus I haven’t seen Aaron do any “pandering”. He’s just been doing regular interviews and talking about his work. He hasn’t went out of his way to “cater” to any particular group in my opinion 🤷🏽‍♀️ I know this is a lot but this shit just really annoyed me man.

[greg-montgomery]

Hi bestieeeeee <333 I’ve had this thought for a while but I thought I’d share it and yell at you about it

Hotch being your gym crush 😫 like season 10/11 Hotch. When everyone noticed his suits fit him better 🤭

You just watch him from afar and he’s so yummy because he’s not like any gym bro. He’s clearly a dilf who takes care of his mind and body by going to the gym and 😫😫😫😫 he gets all sweaty and his chest heaving in and out, panting when he gets out of the threadmill (bc we know he’s a cardio guy *wink wink* and oh you wish you’d do some other type of cardio with him 🫣)

bestie hiiii!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

ahhhh beefy hotch 😫😫😮‍💨😮‍💨

okay okay! he usually goes to the gym pretty early in the morning so he can go to work after. and…it was love at first sight for you 🤭 you’re used to 1. creepy dudes who stare at you and make you uncomfortable and 2. guys who only want to flex and brag 🙄 and then he walks in <3

he’s older than all of them, mature, quiet, and minds his own business 🤩 he usually wears headphones and doesn’t really talk to anyone. and he’s soooo handsome your heart goes crazy and it’s not bc you’re on the treadmill 🤭

he’s so mysterious and you can’t stop staring at him </3 plus he’s sooo tall and big and perfect <333 you just wanna bite his arms and his stomach and his thighs and his chest 😮‍💨😮‍💨 but he’s a respectful king 😣🙏🏻 so at first you think he doesn’t like you bc he hasn’t been giving you any attention (it was love at first sight for him too but he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable)

but there are so many ways you could get together!! maybe you go very early like he does so there aren’t many people there and you can start a conversation easier 🤭 maybe a guy is annoying you and aaron steps in and tells him to fuck off <3333 or maybe you get dizzy or something bc of an intense workout and he’s the closest person near you so he helps you and then buys you something to eat and a bottle of juice and he’s super worried and caring 🥺

one thing is for sure tho, you find your way to each other 🥹🥹 and ofc all this hard training pays off bc when you participate in another version of cardio you keep it up all night long 😎

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

ok last one (for now) 🌝 nsfw

aaron comes home after a long day and clearly just so annoyed at everything in general and you sit him down and make him see stars w ur mouth

that’s pretty much it haha tysmmm

fem!plus size reader. wc: 645. (18)+

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | HI!! so i had this done wayyy late last night, but i had to change a few things around on my account beforehand, but since i'm doing it on my phone, it took longer, but never fear, it's here!!

"Sit."

It was easy to maneuver Aaron into the nearest seat, that being a cushioned arm chair.

He flopped down lazily, his briefcase falling to the floor next to him, which you followed by sinking to yours knees in front of him.

"Honey -" Aaron began to say, but you just shushed him. "Uhnt uh - You're stressed, and I can help. So, let me help you."

He looks at you for a moment, analyzing - no - profiling, you for any sign of hesitation or feelings of obligation. When he finds none, he relaxes.

"Are you sure?" Aaron implores. "Always." You smile sweetly up at him, leaning up a bit to place a chaste kiss to his lips before sitting back on your haunches.

It's always easy to get Aaron out of his slacks, and he shivers once the naked skin of his cock meets the air.

You place little kisses from the base of him up the shaft, taking the time to kitten lick at his slit. His precum tastes salty and oh-so-welcoming on your tongue.

"God." Aaron swears.

His head falls back, and you take that as a positive to keep going, because you sink the rest of him down your throat.

You gag a bit, and slobber is foaming at the corner of your mouth as your hand covers what you can't fit in your mouth. Of course the Chief was always well endowed. He walked around like he was.

Aaron's noises are deep and hearty, getting pulled from the depths of his soul as you steal it out his tip.

You tongue at the vein on the underside of him, and he groans. "So good sweetheart," His breathless breathing pierce the quiet night air, "You're always so good at helping me."

You feel the center of your panties dampen at his praise, and it powers your determination to help him cum.

You jerk him off feverishly, and he pulses under your fingertips.

"Shit." Aaron rarely ever curses, but when he does, it sounds like music to your ears. "I'm close, honey."

You grab one of his big hands that are gripping the armrest for dear life and place it on top of your head.

His fingers find their natural place in between the strands of your hair. "Use your words." The statement is firm, a demand. Always so bossy.

You pull off of him, but you don't stop your stroking in fear of losing what you've built up.

"Use me." Your voice is ragged, like you had been running, or coughing a lot. Your lungs are grateful for the reprieve, because there's only so much air you can pull through your nose.

"Are you sure?"

The hand that isn't in your hair trembles, but nonetheless wipes at the rogue spit smeared on your mouth and chin when he sees your lick at it fruitlessly.

"Please." You all but whimper. His eyes are pulled down to where your thick thighs are pressed together; they flicker back up to yours, burning, hungry.

"Only if you want to."

You're guided back down gently, and you suck him off with everything you have in you.

It's loud, and lewd, and you lose yourself in the motions of it, swallowing through the burn at he occasionally thrusts up with his hips.

Aaron's grip in your hair tightens as he nears his end, and your body shudders at the pure gutteral noise that he lets out when he cums down your throat.

Tears burn in your eyes but you swallow down everything he gives you, and when you pull off of him his eyes are glazed over in post orgasmic bliss.

"Are you okay?" You can't help but ask with a cocky smirk. His chest rises and falls, and he's still staring up at the ceiling.

"Give me a minute, and I'll let you know."

You'll take that as a yes.