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[hotchs-big-hands]

What did you call me?

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|4.9k words

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 💖💖

[metamorphesque]

poems about the moon 🌒

Worm Moon by Mary Oliver

Moon Song by Roy Ivan Johnson

To Catch the Moon by Chong Bum Kim

Morning Song by Sara Teasdale

Not The Moon by Margaret Atwood

Everyone Is Asleep by Enomoto Seifu-jo

The Sweetness of Dogs by Mary Oliver

The Moon Looked Into My Window by E. E. Cummings

Dear Moon by Warsan Shire

The Poet Of Ignorance by Anne Sexton

Owl and Pussycat, Some Years Later by Margaret Atwood

Will You Come? by Edward Thomas

If My Hands Could Peel by Federico García Lorca

Days Of Kindness by Leonard Cohen

The Moonlight by Noah Buchholz

The Moon was But a Chin of Gold by Emily Dickinson

What We Have by Warsan Shire

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New Beginnings CM Challenge 🌱

The following are prompts involving a new relationship, fresh start, etc.!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

🌧 Prompts 🌱

Describe Character's first day at the BAU

Character celebrates a milestone of sobriety

Characters are getting the hang of being new parents

Character goes overboard with New Year’s Resolutions

Character decides to try something new in the bedroom

Character is entering the dating scene after their divorce

Character changes career paths with a very different job

Character introduces their new partner to their kid

Character comes out as trans and introduces themselves

Character finally agrees to get set up with a date after a long dry spell

Character learns to navigate their everyday life after a traumatic event

Character escapes an abusive relationship and the recovery is harder than they thought

Character swears that this year they will definitely fulfill all their New Year's resolutions

Character just came out as LGB and goes on their first date with someone of the same sex

Character decides to cut off a member(s) of their family, and the team reminds them that they still have a whole lot of (found) family left

Character lost a partner and swore they would never love like that again... but that hasn't stopped them from falling in love in a different way

Character got a pet for the first time and they realize how much easier it is to take care of themselves when someone else is counting on them

Character had previously come out as something, but then realized they were something else... coming out is even more daunting the second time

More prompts below + Make your own!

🌤 Dialogue Prompts🌻

"The time will pass anyway." (Earl Nightingale)

"If you jump, I jump with you."

"I can't wait to see who you become."

"I love every possible iteration of you."

"To be brave, you must first be afraid." (Bear Grylls)

"You aren't alone in this. None of us are." (Baldur's Gate 3)

"Is it too late to go back?" "Don't you dare."

"This is all new to me." "What?" "Being happy."

"I don't know what I'm doing." "No one does. That's life."

"There are always a million reasons not to do something." (The Office)

🌒Character Specific Prompts🌲

Spencer's life after prison is nothing like before

Spencer decides to pursue his dream of being a cowboy/rancher

Spencer becomes dedicated to turning his life around after relapsing

Spencer doesn't think about Maeve on a special occasion for the first time

Hotch finally stops wearing his old wedding ring

Hotch embraces his role as a single dad

JJ's children are almost grown, and she struggles to reconnect with who she was before she was their mother

Penelope realizes she doesn’t like the person she’s become after leaving the BAU, so she decides to change

Lauren Reynolds died—it’s time Emily start acting like it

Rossi struggles with suddenly becoming a (grand)father

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The fic can be a Reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fic. It can feature any Criminal Minds character. AUs and crossovers are more than welcome.

Tag me in the fic, or send the link to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

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[pandoraolivine]

All For Me

A FNAF fic I've been working on that follows the story of Michael Afton from the Fall Fest Fire, to his greatest regret until his second death at the end of Pizzeria Simulator. I intend on including Vanessa A. into the story after the Sister Location time skip as well. I'll just be posting the first chapter here since it'll be a fairly hefty project, but if you like it, feel free to continue with it on my Ao3 account below! I just posted the second chapter, which is my interpretation of the Fall Fest Fire.

I'll crosspost the disclaimer from there as well:

This is my interpretation of the story relying mostly off the games, movie and graphic novels. I work a full time job, I ain't reading all those books. You may not agree with the decisions I make and that's chill. The sequence of events I have chosen is what I feel is best from a thematic perspective, so I might make some logical leaps for things I may not entirely back up with evidence, but think it sounds best for a story. For example, these are my two biggest:

1. Cassidy will be the Crying Child, Golden Freddy, and the 5th MCI child. Do I entirely back this theory based on evidence? No, but 1. I like the name 2. It makes the story cleaner having one spirit attached to Golden Freddy and 3. I like the implications it means for William's motivations, which I will be exploring later on. I really liked the YouTube channel Duel Process Theory's interpretation of it, so I will be taking inspiration from it, with my own spin on it.

2. I am making Henry and William brothers, so Henry will be the Afton childrens' uncle. Is there any evidence backing this? Absolutely not. But I want the themes of this to be centered around brotherhood and family dynamics/cycles of trauma, and I like the stakes it has. Plus, I do find it odd how attention has been drawn to the fact that Henry's last name is unknown (Emily is a stretch, and then also only in the books related to Charlie and personally I think it's a middle name)

This will be all for this disclaimer for now. It's ok if you don't agree with the decisions I make, just know I made this basing this off my own research into the series and my opinions on what is the most narratively satisfying. For a story-telling purpose I may make choices that are flakey at best evidence wise-but I'm mostly focused on exploring characters, their relationship and motivations, so that will take priority for me opposed to dissecting this endless lore to make everything 100% correct (if that's even possible at this point, let's be real). Thanks for listening to my TED Talk. I hope you like it 🖤

WC: 3,823

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“Smile, Michael. The newspaper is coming to write an article about us, and they'll be taking pictures.” His father ordered as he combed his hair using the backroom mirror. Michael felt the urge to grumble, but refrained, not wanting to catch an earful from his father. He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes away from view. He hated the pizzeria, forced family gatherings, and being the center of attention; now he was forced to do all three at once.

Elizabeth rocked the chair she sat in from her uncontrollable enthusiasm, her strawberry blonde hair tied pristinely back with a red bow. His mother placed her hands on the toddler's shoulders to settle her, but it was no use-it was impossible to tell his sister what to do once she had made up her mind. His father pulled away from the mirror and set his comb on the table, assessing the family before him with a hint of sourness. Despite having coordinated the entire family's outfits and hairstyles, he remained dissatisfied.

“Are they gonna play the games?” Cassidy asked, his feet swaying as they dangled in the chair he sat in across from Elizabeth. Michael sighed, the smacking of his gum growing louder.

“No, they are not here to play games. They're here to make us the next best family-friendly restaurant in town.” His father corrected, straightening his back as he cleared his throat. Cassidy’s head drooped and he ran his hands along his golden Fredbear plush. “A lot is riding on this. Do not disappoint me. Smile, do not speak unless prompted, and Michael-stop slouching.”

Michael rose his shoulders, blowing a pink bubble from his lips. His father's eyes flashed and he pointed his finger to the nearest trash can. “Gum out, now.” His father demanded. He did what was asked, taking a deep breath to withhold his tongue.

“Now then, shall we?” His father announced, his hands clasped neatly together. Elizabeth giggles as she hurries out of her seat, his mother swiftly seizing her hand to prevent her from bolting. Cassidy slides down, his eyes glued to the floor as he drags his way over to Michael. They exit the room, but Cassidy lingers in Michael's shadow, much to his irritation as his heels are repeatedly trampled on. As they hurried down the hall, the customary ensemble of video game blasters, children screeching, and cheesy pop music grew louder, as did the foul stench of pizza. They entered into the main game area, the rapidly flickering lights distorting Michael's vision. He struggled to fathom his own thoughts given how loud the music was as brightly clothed children scurried about; he could only stand to hear Styx’s “Mr. Roboto” so many times in the restaurant before he started to go mad. Elizabeth squirmed out of her mother's hands and dashed towards the similarly-aged brunette approaching them.

“You're late, Henry.” His father criticized, his arms crossed.

“I believe I'm right on time. Not everyone is as obsessive as you, Will.” His Uncle Henry laughed, scratching his dirty blonde mullet as he let go of his young daughter, Charlie's, hand to pull his brother into a reluctant side hug. The two toddlers forcefully embraced and filled the air with their laughter. His father’s eyebrow twitched at the insult.

“Settle down, Will. The cameras will catch your frown if you're not careful.” His mother cooed, her voice soothing even Michael's own nerves. “Is that them now?”

Several persons dressed in business attire gathered at the front doors wielding cameras and notepads. His father tensed, donning a charming grin as he marched towards the entrance. His family followed suit, with Elizabeth and Charlie skipping close to one another (as they always were), his mother next to his father, Uncle Henry on his father's opposite side, and Michael behind his father. He felt a tug on his sleeve, and he peered down at his little brother. Their gazes locked, Cassidy squeezing his plush while his feet shuffled. Michael sighed, playfully messing his brother's perfectly groomed hair with his hand. Cassidy giggled and pushed against his teenage brother's legs.

“Quiet, do not forget what I told you. And again, don't forget to smile.” His father snapped, his perfected mask slipping momentarily before he picked it back up. He opened the doors and pleasantly addressed the crew, “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!”

Michael thankfully blocked out most of the interview for his own self preservation. He was following his father's instructions, after all, and his father certainly had no gripes praising himself and the business he and his uncle had created to no end. They moved from Britain to Hurricane, Utah, the middle of nowhere, in 1975, just a year before Cassidy was born. Though he barely remembers his time before Utah, himself only being five when they moved, he's at least certain it was better than here. He despised this town and his father's business. His entire life had been consumed by it; anything else deemed irrelevant to his father. All he has ever known was ridiculous carnivals, half-cooked pizza, and forever being dubbed at school as the son of the man who runs the pizza joint. No matter how hard he fought, he never seemed to be able to form an identity that wasn't attached to his father, and it didn't help that anyone who saw them couldn't help but remark how similar their features were.

It wasn't unbearable at first, having been just yearly fall festivals continuing the business that his father and uncle had started in Britain. Sure, he didn't love it, but could tolerate it in small doses. Since the opening of Fredbear’s Family Diner in 1979, Michael's life was swept away by costumes and animatronics. No matter where his eyes rested, there always seemed to be a bear staring at him. It only got substantially worse once the company received investors, resulting in the establishment of Fazbear Entertainment and the recent opening of their new location, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The business was his father's most beloved child whom he devoted himself fully to at the expense of bonding with his biological children. Michael didn't care; he’d rather not be in the center of attention. Or, at least, that was what he told himself.

“But, I couldn't do this without my beloved wife and children. I do this for them, and hope to create a fun and family-friendly place not only for everyone, but my own children as well. I make sure to keep the mind of a father when thinking of safety, and the mind of a child to keep the place fresh and exciting.” His father sung his own praises, and Michael was brought back to consciousness with his father's arm aggressively looped around his shoulders. He forced a grin on cue per his father's many reminders.

“We think this place will be a smash hit! Can we get one more picture of the family? It'll look great as the heading.” A woman holding a notepad asked. His father instantly expressed an “of course” and subtly signaled for his family to gather in their practiced formation. His father and mother, of course, stood close together, her hands on his shoulders and Henry on the other side of her. Charlie was wrapped firmly in her father's arms, her being his only primary relative after his wife died during labor. Elizabeth stood proudly in front of her parents, adorning the biggest and most brilliant smile in the family. Michael was on his father's right side, peering slightly behind him, with Cassidy next to him. He was posing when he felt a weak grip latch onto his hand. Knowing it was his little brother, he squeezed tightly.

“Say cheese!” The photographer exclaimed, finger at the ready. Michael cracked a smile as wide as he was capable of, though it wasn't much, and his sister chanted "cheese" the most passionately. A flash struck his eyes and he instantly massaged them once he confirmed the picture was over. After remaining stationary for as much time as she could, Elizabeth charged towards the games, followed by her mother with an exhausted sigh as she wrestled to wrangle the unruly toddler. The news crew thanked his father for his time, with his father quick to say the pleasure was all his, and left the pizzeria. When the doors shut with their leave, his father faced his remaining sons, his features darkened as they stood within the pizzeria walls.

“Could you have at least attempted to look interested during the interview, Michael? We are a family welcoming other families to our pizzeria, and you did not look like it.” His father criticized, gripping his eldest son close to him by his shoulder. Unable to meet his father’s piercing gaze, Michael sank his head, bangs covering his face. He was then released and pushed back, catching himself with his foot. “And you, Cassidy. You looked scared the whole time, I'm sure it put the reporters off. You better have tried to look better for the picture, or else no one will want to come here because of you.”

“Hey, leave him alone, he gets nervous around that many people he doesn't know.” Michael asserted, lifting his head. Cassidy's arms curled securely around Michael's elbow, his face burrowing into his skin and his dark eyes growing red. His father lurched forward before twitching, eyes surveying the surroundings. He then took a deep breath and fixed his hunched posture.

“Take your brother home.” Was all his father said, then he stepped away further into the pizzeria. The knots in Michael's stomach began to untangle and he released a sigh of relief. He ducked his head down to his brother, whose eyes glistened with tears, and nudged him out the doors.

Michael didn't mind the walk back from the pizzeria given that it wasn't particularly extensive or perilous. It was primarily enclosed by trees and he liked hurling rocks at squirrels he spotted. However, today was different, albeit not uncommon, as his brother filled the air with wheezes and the scraping of his feet against gravel.

“You know, you gotta stop being such a crybaby. The kids at school will make fun of you for it.” Michael declared, scratching his own curly brown hair with his free hand. Cassidy sniffled, his beloved plush dragging along the ground. “And for that toy, if they aren't already. It'd probably be best to get rid of it.”

“ No !” Cassidy immediately blubbered, clutching the bear close to his chest as he choked on his own tears. Michael groaned. A devious idea sparked, and he yanked the golden plush from his brother's hands, much to his despair. He then held it in the air above his little brother's grasp.

“I think Fredbear should go back to the woods! It is where he's from, after all.” He sneered, mimicking a throw towards the neighboring patch of forest. Cassidy grabbed hold of his brother, wailing as he fought to retrieve the plush. Michael cackled, backing away as his brother chased him in a circle.

“Stop it, Mike! It's not funny! Give him back!” Cassidy cried, hopping as high as he could. Once Michael noticed his tears stopped surging and his breath back to normal, he chuckled as he lightly tossed the plush towards the trees. Cassidy yelped and stumbled towards it. Michael would eventually think of a better plan to get rid of it. He knew his brother struggled to make friends-his Fredbear plush being his only one-but he would never make any friends lugging around a stuffed animal at nearly seven years old. It was practically social suicide. Cassidy tucked the plush firmly in his arms the moment he gathered it and glared at his older brother. “You're so mean, Mike!”

Cassidy stomped back to Mike and they continued their walk home, now only emitting a few sniffles every now and then as he vigorously rubbed his nose with the back of his arm. Michael stuck his hands into his jean pockets before he spoke, “You know, Father just gets weird about Fazbear. He was just stressed out. Don't worry about it too much.”

“He said they won't have anyone come cause of me.” Cassidy whimpered, his feet kicking the gravel.

“If anything, people won't come because of the shitty pizza. Definitely not because of anything you did.” Michael reassured, prompting a giggle from his brother.

“I don't think the pizza is that shitty.” Cassidy mimicked. Michael shoved his brother's head forward.

“I can say that word, you can't. You're not old enough.” Michael fussed. His brother slapped his hand away.

“No fair! You're not an adult or anything, you're only thirteen.” Cassidy pouted, crossing his arms. Michael snickered as he rammed his shoulder into him.

“Well, when you're thirteen, you can say it.”

His father was working late again, not to Michael's surprise. Though the pizzeria closed at 9 pm, his father would often stay until midnight some nights, maybe even later. His mother had returned home with Elizabeth around 7, placing a box of leftover pizza on the table for dinner then putting the droopy-eyed toddler to bed afterwards. Michael was revolted at the idea of pizza for the third time this week, so he barely picked off some of the toppings to call his dinner. A boy could only handle so much soggy crust in one week, though he’s had enough for his entire lifetime at this point.

With Elizabeth asleep, his mother retreated to her bedroom, as she often did at this time, relying on Michael to watch Cassidy. His father had yet to come home, and neither he nor Cassidy were tired due to it being a Friday night, so they camped in the living room with a pile of blankets and cheese puffs to make up for not being able to stomach their dinner. Michael skimmed their VHS collection to select a movie for the night.

“I don't wanna watch a scary movie. They give me bad dreams.” Cassidy pouted, kicking his feet underneath the blanket. Michael shook his head.

“It's called exposure therapy. We gotta kick this crybaby attitude outta you.” Michael responded, his tongue pushing against his teeth in contemplation as he pondered the horror movie selection. His brother huffed.

“Fine. Can we watch Night of the Living Dead ?” Cassidy pleaded, it being the least frightening movie in their collection. Michael rolled his eyes.

“ No , I hate zombie movies. They're not even scary.” Michael groaned, then placed his index finger and thumb on his chin. “I think you can handle Friday the 13th. ”

“Is it really scary?” Cassidy whispered, pulling the blanket close to cover his neck. Michael shrugged.

“It's not that bad. Besides, it's not like it's real.” Michael assured, inserting the tape into the VHS player. When he saw the end credits appear on the screen and realized he hadn't rolled back the tape after his last watch, he snarled and set it to rewind at maximum speed. Knowing it would reveal the ending to Cassidy, he stood up, and snatched a pillow that his brother was laying on. “You can't look or it'll spoil it.”

“Hey! That's my pillow!” Cassidy shouted before he was promptly silenced by Michael shoving the pillow into his face. Cassidy thrashes, clutching the pillow tightly as he tries to wrestle it away from his face. “Not nice! I can't breathe!”

“If you couldn't breathe, you wouldn't be talking right now.” Michael remarked as a matter-of-fact. He forced his brother down further, glancing over his shoulder at the tv to check the status. Cassidy manages to claw his way out, dramatically gasping as his face hits the air. Michael, knowing the tape is still rewinding, cooks up a malicious plan once he spots his Foxy mask underneath the coffee table. He ducks below it and ties the mask on. “Well, I tried to do this the easy way. This is your fault.”

In a burst, Michael pops out from below the table, arms spread wide as he roars. Cassidy shrieks and swiftly retreats beneath the blanket. “No, Mike! You know I hate Foxy!”

“ Arrrggg ! I do not be knowing this Mike ye speak of, but I, Foxy, Captain of the Seven Seas, have come to take ye eyeball with me hook!” Michael proclaimed in his thickest pirate accent. “Don't ye want to wear an eye patch like me?”

“ No! I! Don't! ” Cassidy cried, curling himself as deeply into the couch as possible. Michael maniacally cackles, yanking at the blanket while Cassidy fusses and kicks back at him.

Once the movie reached the beginning, Michael ceased his brother's torment and slid his mask off. He laughs as he tosses the mask aside, taking hold of his brother's blanket. “Alright, Foxy’s gone. You can come out now, you wuss.”

Cassidy hesitantly peeked his eyes over the blanket to ensure his safety before fully poking his head out. He weakly shoves Michael as he whines, “Not funny!”

The two brothers nestled into their movie-watching pit, Michael wrapping an arm around his brother so Cassidy had something to cling to as the movie flashed frightful scenes. There were certainly moments Michael had underestimated how terrifying they could possibly be to Cassidy, so he made sure to cover his eyes during them. Small steps , he told himself.

As the movie ended, Cassidy’s eyes were bulging out of his head from shock rather than fear. “ It was the mom the whole time? ” He exclaimed while jerking upward. Michael smirked.

“Yep. Pretty cool twist, huh?”

“I don't get it. He's pretty big and can beat her up. Why does he do what she says?” Cassidy asked, his hands clutching his favorite golden bear. Michael sank into the back of the couch.

“Parents can have some pretty powerful control over their kids sometimes.” Michael stated, fighting back a yawn. His stomach jolted as he heard his dog, Sparky, bark, followed by a familiar sound of tires on gravel. He immediately rushed to his feet. “He's home! Hurry, get the bowl and blankets.”

They cleaned up the couch like it was an Olympic sport. By the time they heard keys at the door, Michael was shoving his brother down the hall, pulling him up by his shirt when he would trip on the blanket. They rounded the corner as the door opened then slammed. Michael ensured his brother was in his room, shutting the door behind him, then glued to the walls as he observed his father's movement.

“Blasted Henry! He thinks he's some kind of genius, like we didn't build this business together!” His father hollered, though there remained some hint of his renown class. The ghastly businessman threw his luggage onto the entry table, retreating to the kitchen towards his parent's bedroom. “I deserve just as much, if not more praise than him. He would be nothing without me. This was all my idea, after all.”

Michael peered around the corner to make sure the coast was clear, then tiptoed across the hall to his bedroom door. His fingers managed to brush the doorknob, turning slightly, when his ears were violated by his father, “Michael!”

The teenager winced, his hand curling to a ball. His gut danced as he peeled away from the door and slowly dragged himself towards his father, sweat building along his hairline. His chest heaved with anticipation and he had to remind himself to breathe. The tall, slender man sulked over their couch, nails clawing into the fabric of the backing. Michael avoided eye contact, arms at his side.

“What have I told you about eating on the couch? You've left crumbs everywhere, it's disgusting!” His father reprimanded, firmly grasping the nearest pillow only to shove it back down. “First you ruin the interview, then this? Can't you do anything right? It's like you don't even try to care.”

Michael tucked his head in like a turtle to its shell, grabbing his elbow. “I was gonna clean it up in the morning.” He responded, practically a whisper. His father scoffed and stepped back, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. His hand pressed between his eyebrows as he shook his head.

“I swear, I don't know why I bother to come home at all.” His father remarked, ending in a brief chuckle as he turned away from Michael. “Clean this up. I better not see any traces in the morning.”

Michael stood still with lead for legs while his father stormed away, thrashing his head as he muttered inaudibly under his breath. The teenager's body loosened as the tension crumbled, his face hot and palms clammy. He meticulously combed for every crumb he could spot, checking carefully not to leave any traces of Cassidy and his presence in the living room. Lastly, he gathered his Foxy mask and hurried back to his room.

He shut his door behind him softly, ensuring the knob was twisted as he closed it before letting go. Flinging his mask towards the closet, he released a frustrated grunt, mindful as to not be too loud. He threw himself onto his bed, which paralleled the window, and his hands latched onto the fabric over his chest. Can't you do anything right?

He hissed, sitting up as he formed a fist and started to punch the nearest pillow repeatedly. In his fit of rage, he launched the pillow against the wall, lightly panting afterwards. His doorknob clicked, and he was quick to lay down, his body facing away from the door towards the window. The door creaked as it inched open, and Michael did his best impression of being asleep to avoid further confrontation.

“Mike? Are you awake?” Cassidy whispered. Michael debated answering, gritting his teeth in thought, then huffed exasperatingly.

“What do you want?” Michael hounded as he rotated to face his brother. Cassidy’s hand rattled the doorknob, illuminated by the warm street lamp outside Michael's window, his Fredbear plush tucked into his armpit. He swayed the door slightly as his feet reluctantly shifted.

“Can I sleep with you? I'm scared.” Cassidy mumbled, his head sinking into his shoulders. Michael turned back away.

“You were fine during the movie earlier.” Michael reminded him while clicking his tongue. His little brother scratched the back of his shin with his other foot.

“Yeah, cause you were there.” Cassidy confessed. Michael sighed, tilting his head towards him.

“Fine.” Michael caved, scooting closer to the window. Cassidy giggled as he shut the door and slid into the bed under the blanket. They settled, Michael still facing away, though able to feel the slight warmth at his back. After a few moments of silence, Michael relived today’s moments of his father's disappointment, grinding his teeth. He was interrupted by a poke at his shoulder by a tiny finger.

“Dad isn't mad at you, he's just stressed about Fazbear stuff.” Cassidy murmured, half asleep. Michael bit his lip and dug his nails into his pillow.

“Thanks, Cass.”

[thefluffyrailway-official]

Got another Thomas dad joke, mind if I share em with you? I got like fifty. Thomas: Emily told me to stop singing I'm a believer or she'd leave the shed. I thought she was kidding, (Singing) But then I saw her face!

U MIND IF I DRAW SOME OF THE THOMAS' DAD JOKES????? 🌒w🌒

[swede1952]

Good morning. ☕🌳🌒

10 July 2024

I didn't realize what time it is, Charlie just showed up at my side to remind me that it is mealtime. Hmmm … I'm running late this morning.

My wife picked up two books of poetry yesterday, one of which was of poems by Emily Dickinson. Here is one poem:

"The Moon is distant from the Sea – And yet, with Amber Hands – She leads Him – docile as a Boy – Along appointed Sands –

He never misses a Degree – Obedient to Her eye – He comes just so far – toward the Town – Just so far – goes away –

Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand – And mine – the distant Sea – Obedient to the least command Thine eye impose on me –" - Emily Dickenson

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T.S. Eliot

[kaseykourageous]

Stuck between life + a dark place 🌘🌑🌒 Trying to keep up. Trapezing from autopilot to intentional to the whispering, vaguely optimistic program running in the background. // 📷 Emily

[nathanbatemanfucker]

I love you bestie!! Congrats on 1.5k, I was wondering for the blurbs could you do the Close prompt? I love the idea of lotus position with Hotch

A Rando’s Bedroom

pairing: fem!reader x college!aaron hotchner

prompt: [ CLOSE ] our muses have sex in lotus position, clinging to each other desperately.

content: 18+/nsfw/minors DNI, unprotected sex, love confessions

an: hi emily, thank you!!!! giving you some college hotch bc i absolutely adore him and you <3

word count: 308

join my celebration here! 🔥

“Aaron, I can’t believe we’re doing this in some rando’s bedroom,” You’re spread open with him deep inside you, the music from the party downstairs thrumming through the entire house.

“Apparently I’m not doing it very well if you still have the mind to care. Come here,” He effectively sits down and pulls you into his lap, all while staying inside of you. You gasp sharply at the feeling of him reaching deeper into you, filling you to the brim. “Better?”

You circle your arms around his neck, bucking your hips against him, “Mmm, yeah, better.”

One of his hands gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling you in for deep, messy kisses. His other hand is on the curve of your ass, encouraging you to move your hips and bounce on his cock. It’s hard for him to thrust into you from the positions but when you come down you feel him rock his hips forward.

“You’re so good,” He murmurs before kissing you again, licking into your mouth with fervor.

You match him, trying to consume him as you move closer and closer to your release. Breaking the kiss to breathe, your hands find his hair, anchoring yourself to him as he stares up at mouth agape. You get lost in each other, the music and other noise from the party fading into the background. Your attention is only for him and vice versa. There’s nothing but him: the smell of him, the taste, the sight, the feel.

The words feel like they’re about to burst out of him as he continues to look into your eyes but you beat him to it, “I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you too,” His voice is firm, as unwavering as the pace you two have set.

And you no longer care about where you are, because you’re with him.

[the-sugar-crash]

Ding-dong. It is me, coming to yell at you for saying that none of the characters would like you. That's markedly untrue! I do believe that your favorites would definitely like you. And if they DIDN"T, they're clearly undeserving and not worthy of the title 'favorite'. You're very warm and welcoming. If ABSOLUTELY nothing else, Hux, Asher, Ollie, and Lasko would very much appreciate those vibes. (But I believe that there could be dating with any of those and/or more if you were so inclined)

hahahaha called it

Thank you Emily, that's very sweet of you to say. We haven't talked at lot, but I feel very confident in saying that your favorites would adore you as well

[pillowspace]

(Post link to version on the right)

Maria / Pillow

she/they

17

Canadian 🇨🇦

Eng / j'apprends le français. S'il vous plaît corrigez-moi si je fais une faute

I prefer feminine language in an official sense, but all gendered terms are funny, you're the jester in my court

Scoliosis haver and sea slug enjoyer

@dca-prompts | @ask-games-archive

Artfight: pillowspace

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(above all else, I am most active on Tumblr)

Do not be sexually suggestive when speaking to me or on my posts

I cannot be shipped things via the mail. Deeply unfortunate, I do usually want to say yes. But here's a "no, sorry" ahead of time

Compliments are lovely, but please keep away from calling me words such as cute, adorable, precious, or anything that could be taken as infantalizing! It makes me uncomfortable. Calling my works or characters by those words is perfectly fine

I occasionally post images of sea slugs, but I always tag them as sea slug. Please filter the tag if it bothers you

Sometimes I take a little while to respond to fanart I'm tagged in! If I take longer than 48 hours, get my attention again

I do not take commissions currently

Things I like:

Games:

Five Nights at Freddy's | fnaf 1 - fnafsb

In Stars and Time | caught up ✅️

Sonic the Hedgehog | not caught up but that's a whole mega franchise

Undertale + Deltarune (+ UTMV) | caught up ✅️

Portal 1 + 2 | caught up ✅️

Inscryption | caught up aside from Kaycee's mod ❓️

Story of Seasons 1 + 2 | caught up but not to the other games ❓️

Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage | not caught up but I'm not particularly trying to be

KinitoPET | caught up ✅️

Videos:

Alien Stage (+VIVINOS) | caught up ✅️

Marble Hornets | caught up ✅️

Various MCYT | complicated ❓️

Shows / Movies:

My Hero Academia | not caught up (ch.344)

Revolutionary Girl Utena | caught up ✅️

Steven Universe | caught up ✅️

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power | caught up ✅️

Princess Tutu | caught up ✅️

Marvel Cinematic Universe (mostly Spider-Man: Homecoming) | not caught up to the MCU in general but I'm caught up to Endgame which is all that mattered to me so ❓️

Podcasts:

The Magnus Archives | caught up ✅️

The Magnus Protocol | not caught up

Malevolent | not caught up

Books / comics:

Mo Dao Zu Shi | caught up ✅️

Scum Villain's Self-Saving System | caught up ✅️

I'm in Love with the Villainess | caught up only on the manga ✅️

Music:

[hotchs-big-hands]

What did you call me?

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|6.7k words

Aaron Hotchner x plus-size!reader

NSFW Minors dni please

Warning(s): slight angst, daddy kink, lead up to sex, body insecurities, Dom/sub relationship, sex clubs/strip clubs, confrontation with an unsub who has a knife, minor violence, firearm.

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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Another couple had been found dead soon enough, they'd also visited the same sex club the night before the estimated time of death. And just the same as the other couples, they were also in the middle of intercourse when they were murdered. But once again the killer had evaded being discovered. Everyone who worked in the club or had visited during the same night the couple had were interrogated, a process that had taken a few days but ultimately turned up no-one of note. Needless to say, the atmosphere in the station was exceedingly tense.

The chief of police was clearly at his wits end, his thin, greying hair was tussled and sticking to his skin from the sweat beading on his creased forehead. He stormed into the conference room yourself and the rest of the BAU were set up in and he made a beeline towards Hotch, of whom was reading back over the profile that you were all struggling to put together.

"Why the hell aren't you all doing anything?! I don't see why you're even here!" He snapped, causing everyone to focus on his reddening face. Hotch slowly turned to him, towering above him effortlessly, and glared.

"If you'll recall, you requested our assistance. And as you can see my team and I are working."

He turned slightly to gesture around the room and his eyes immediately met yours. Your brow furrowed slightly, wishing the chief would project his frustration on all of you, rather than just one person. You straightened up from where you were reviewing the footage from the night of the recent incident.

"I-I- think I have a theory that will help us figure out who the culprit is." You said. The chief spun sharply and you inwardly praised yourself for not flinching when he focused on you. Your eyes flicked to the man beside him for a split second.

"Well? Say it." Your eyes returned to the former again, unimpressed by his rudeness.

"The women. The victims that were women were all wearing a collar of some sort, but when their bodies were discovered there were no collars in sight, not even in the locations they were found in or amongst their belongings." You spoke smoothly, beckoning all to the computer screen you were at.

"You think the killer takes them?" The chief wondered aloud. Rossi answered on your behalf.

"Some killers take trophies from their victims, something to remember them by." He said.

"But what would the unsub do with the collars?" You heard JJ say. Emily crossed the room and pulled off the photos of the victims from the white board, bringing them back over to the monitor to compare with the different footage.

"Maybe they just collect them."

You narrowed your eyes a little as your mind rewound over the different people that had been interrogated over the past couple of days since the latest murder.

"Or they wear them." You mumbled.

"What was that?" Rossi prompted you and you cleared your throat, repeating yourself.

"I think they could possibly be wearing the collars until they find a new couple, then replace the collar with the newest victim's."

The chief huffed.

"The footage isn't clear enough to pinpoint who's wearing them though."

All eyes were upon Hotch now, of whom stood with his left hand on his hip, deep in thought. He glanced at Rossi.

"We'll have to go in." He said after a moment.

"As in...?" JJ trailed off. Your eyes widened. Hotch nodded and his eyes flicked from face to face.

"Yes. Two of us will need to bait the unsub out." He clarified.

Oh boy.

"Well Morgan and I wouldn't be able to go back there given that we would be instantly recognised as federal agents." Emily said and you hummed in agreement. Hotch's brow furrowed moreso than ever before sighing.

"I have not been in there, so I'll go."

Your eyes flicked to JJ, who stared back and slightly shook her head. Without breaking eye contact with you she opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm not so sure about doing this."

You winced. Emily elbowed you subtly, making you tense up. You felt eyes on you and your breath hitched when your own met brown ones. Hotch gazed down at you. Oh no.

"(L/n)?"

Fuck. This was a bad idea. You drew in a shaky breath and nodded.

"I guess we have no other options." You said finally. Something shifted in his face, a very subtle expression you couldn't read, before it was gone and his attention returned to the whole group.

"It's settled then. This unsub will follow us to wherever we are headed to once we have their attention," He pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and scrolling through his contacts. "With that in mind we should book a room in a different hotel if there aren't any new rooms available in the one we're in currently."

Your heart was pounding now, and you knew Emily could feel just how tense you were.

"We'll help (Y/n) with finding an appropriate outfit for tonight." She said. Hotch eyed her and nodded, pressing his phone to his ear.

"Garcia, I need you to..."

Your thoughts drowned out his voice, circling in your mind as you realised just what your undercover mission entailed. Pretending to be a dominant and submissive couple with the man you harboured strong feelings for? Absolutely awful. A truly terrible idea. And the fact that the couples were all found murdered mid-coital--

A hand appeared in front of your face and you blinked, slowly focussing on who was stood in front of you. Emily fought back a grin as you took her hand and you realised you'd been staring at Hotch, of whom was behind Emily eyeing you. With cheeks warming, you returned your attention to the woman in front of you and took her hand. She hummed.

"Lost in thought, hmm?" She asked casually.

"Shut up."

"Aww, don't be like that. We have to go find you an outfit now anyway."

She pulled you out of the office, JJ tagging alongside you and you turned your head back, meeting eyes with Hotch one last time. You were absolutely fucked.

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Oh, you were absolutely going to kill Emily Prentiss for this. You'd managed to purchase a velvety little burgundy number that was more form fitting than what you were used to, some heels to match and even a black collar that had the words 'GOOD GIRL' adorning it in silver metal letters. Not only that, you'd treated yourself to a lovely red lingerie set to boost your confidence. But that wasn't the problem. The woman had insisted on visiting the back of the lingerie store to purchase one more item, an item that you had refused to buy until Emily simply took it to the clerk herself.

You huffed quietly as you walked alongside Hotch down the corridor in a different hotel that Garcia had booked for you both tonight. You weren't wearing the clothes you picked out for the club, instead wearing a black pencil skirt and the shirt you had been wearing earlier, tucked into the skirt. It was again, Emily's idea for you to wear a pair of heels for this as well. The sound of the suitcase wheels rumbled softly on the carpeted flooring and in your hands the room key-card warmed to your body temperature.

"Are you okay?" You heard Hotch say as you came to a stop outside your hotel room door. Not trusting yourself to look at him you simply nodded.

"Yeah. Are you?" You asked weakly and it was his turn to huff out a breath.

"Fine."

You flicked the card against the pad and pushed the handle down to enter the room. Garcia had, admittedly, found a double bed in a higher end hotel near the club but you certainly were not expecting this.

The room was huge. The hallway had an expensive oak wood table laid out against one wall with a vase of flowers on top. The walls were a pristine white and the decorating retained a theme of red accents, from the artwork on the walls to the duvet and pillows on the bed. Oh right, the bed...

A luxuriously large double bed stood in the centre of the room adorned with expensive sheets and pillows. You had to admit, it did look like a very comfy bed. You kicked off your heels and padded through to the main area of the room and perched on the side of it.

"If anything, Garcia certainly knows how to get us a good deal." You said light-heartedly and Hotch hummed, carrying the suitcase over to the bed and laying it down on its side. Your eyes drifted around the room still, slightly in awe of it all. It was incredible enough to almost have you forgetting the reason you were actually there.

"Let's read over the profile and notes one more time before we get ready to head out." Hotch murmured as he pulled the zipper on the case to open it. "We should also discuss what our dynamic is meant to..."

You blinked and turned your head in his direction. He was tense, brows pulled together. In hand was the casefile but his attention wasn't on it.

"What's wro...ng?" Your eyes drifted down to the suitcase and in an instant you knew the problem. Nestled on top of your clothing was a pastel pink vibrator and a matching remote. Fuck.

"Why is this in here?" Hotch asked slowly. Your eyes trailed back up to him. His gaze was dark, intense. A shiver shuddered through you.

"I.... It wasn't meant to be." You dipped your head and your cheeks felt hot, a coil forming in your lower abdomen. "Emily, uh, she bought it to apparently help with getting into character. I'd say she was joking but I never know with that woman." You trailed off and fiddled with the fabric of your skirt.

"I see..."

You lifted your head up and drew in a shaky breath when you realised he was still staring at you.

"I think she must have snuck it back into the suitcase because I left it in my room. Sorry about that."

Hotch studied you for a while, clearly debating something in his head with the way his eyes narrowed slightly. It made you uncomfortable, shifting under his gaze and after a moment you grabbed the device and made a move to shove it into the bottom of the case.

"Let's just forget about it, I'm SO gonna have a go at her for this." You rambled, that is until a warm, large hand came to grab both of your smaller hands, and ultimately made you pause. What the...

"Maybe... I mean, if you were comfortable, we could use it- as in you hide it under your dress and I'll have the remote- so it draws more attention our way." Hotch said and now it was your turn to stare. Holy shit, he wanted to actually use it?! You swallowed thickly and nodded.

"S-sure. Uh, I'll pin it to the side of my thigh with my pantyhose."

Hotch moved his hand away and you and this allowed you to grab your clothing for tonight. You pushed off the bed rapidly and made a beeline for the bathroom.

"Gonna get changed." You mumbled quickly and closed the door behind you. Fuck. Sitting down on the lid of the toilet after placing your clothes on the bathroom counter you rubbed your thighs together, attempting to ease the throb between your legs. This whole situation was a bad idea. The fact that you'd have to pretend to be a couple with him of all people whilst battling the complicated feelings you had going on troubled you. You hadn't forgotten what he told Rossi the other night, the ache in your chest lingering still. How would you return to normality after this? To pretend your feelings for him didn't exist, that you wished this wasn't just for an undercover job.

Both upset and horny now, you huffed and stripped off so you could change into the new lingerie and dress. Your eyes glanced at the mirror whilst you pulled the set on and you had to admit, you looked incredible. And when you finished pulling the dress into position you stepped back and gazed at your reflection your eyes widened.

The fabric hugged closely to your body, your hips curved with delicate drapes of fabric that spanned across your plump stomach deliciously. The queen anne neckline concealed your bra but the openness displayed the tantalising plain of your chest. You felt good, really good. With a smile, you grabbed your discarded clothing and exited the bathroom, only to stop short at the sight of Hotch's bare back as he pulled on a black dress shirt. He glanced back at you in surprise, not turning to face you though. You stammered and averted your eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't realise you were changing."

Hotch hummed, fastening the buttons of the shirt whilst you passed him to place your folded clothes back into the suitcase.

"It's alright, no harm done." He responded quietly and at the corner of your eye you could tell he was watching you as he tucked the shirt into his dress pants. You lifted your gaze to him properly and you frowned a little. He noticed and raised a brow. "What's wrong?"

You approached him and lifted your hands to the top few buttons, unfastening them to show off more of his neck and collarbones.

"That looks better I think." You mumbled. When your eyes flitted to his face you trembled, stepping away quickly whilst your cheeks flushed. He was smirking ever so subtly at you.

"Oh? Well I'll take your word for it."

You nodded and grabbed the heels that matched your dress and sat down on the bed so you could put them on. Irritatingly, the bed was quite tall and made fastening the shoes difficult. During your struggle you didn't realise the man before you had knelt down until his hands came into view, one grasping your ankle gently whilst the other took the shoe from your hand. Your head shot up and you let out a squeak when you realised how close to his face you were whilst slouched over. That little smirk was still there.

"Let me help you." He insisted softly, voice deep and breath fanning across your cheeks, only emphasizing just how close your faces were to one another. You straightened up and bashfully looked away from him. The sight of him kneeling in front of you like this had your thoughts spiraling, imagining him grasping both your ankles and spreading your legs and leaning his face closer and closer to your throbbing slit-

You cleared your throat, feeling perverted, and internally scolded yourself for thinking about such things, especially with him so close to you right now.

"O-okay. Thank you, sir."

He hummed again and made swift but gentle work of fastening your shoes on, his large hands skillful as though he had done this many times in the past for his ex-wife. You tried not to think too much about that though.

Once ready, you hopped off the bed and grabbed the vibrator. You puffed out a breath.

"I'll, uhm, pin this to my thigh now." You said and turned away from him so you could shove your hand down your pantyhose and slide the toy into the correct spot on your leg. When you pulled the skirt of the dress back down you were satisfied that it was undetectable. Spinning, you held your arms out to present yourself. "Well? Do you think this is okay?"

Hotch studied you with dark eyes, trailing up and down your figure slowly.

"Beautiful," He said finally and stepped towards you. "However, you forgot this-"

In his hand was the collar you'd picked out. Your eyes widened a little as you reached for it.

"Oh, yeah I did. Thanks, I'll-"

Hotch pulled his hand out of reach, surprising you. His eyes bored down into yours as you frowned at him.

"Let me."

"Oh." You trembled a little as he turned you to face away from him and carefully, he fastened the collar around your neck, fingers brushing against your skin slightly and causing a shiver to dance down your spine. His hands lingered a moment longer, then he took a step back.

"There you go."

You turned to face him again and his eyes lingered on the new piece of jewelry. You swallowed thickly.

"Thanks. Uhm, let's read the file and then we can go." You said and Hotch hummed.

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Everything would be okay, you thought to yourself. But realistically, you felt almost sick with nerves. You never did undercover work, let alone something as confronting and intimate as this. Hotch walked alongside you in the warm, slightly clammy night towards the sex club, his hand on the small of your back. Initially, when he rested his hand there you'd jolted, making him pull his hand back and apologise. You'd shyly let him know it was okay, you just hadn't expected it. Your heels clacked on the sidewalk, the only noise besides the passing of cars or other people dotted around. You felt Hotch's thumb gently rub against your back, causing your cheeks to feel flushed.

"Just follow my lead." He murmured into your ear. You shuddered as his breath fanned against your neck and you knew he felt it from the more firm grasp of his hand on your back.

Eventually, you both came to a stop in front of the unassuming door which led down to the club. Glancing at one another, you nodded once and assumed the act of an overly affectionate couple for when you pressed the buzzer to be allowed inside. You wrapped your arm around Hotch's waist, feeling his torso tense underneath you as he pulled you closer towards him. The action made you automatically lay your hand against his chest to balance yourself and you could feel the warmth of his body, the strumming of his heartbeat.

A short moment later you were walking down the staircase that separated the outdoors from the club. Loud, pulsing music played through unseen speakers and immediately the two of you were greeted by the sight of scantily dressed women and men, eyeing you both as you crossed the room to the front desk. You were very uncomfortable. Hotch took charge talking to the woman at the desk whilst your eyes drifted around the room, taking in the environment. Your attention was drawn back to Hotch and the woman when his arm tightened around you and his hand squeezed your hip.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's have a look around." Hotch murmured and you jolted. He called you sweetheart. You bit your lip and hummed, letting him lead you away from the entrance. You found a crescent-shaped booth in the middle of the main lounge to settle in for a moment and you snuggled closely up to him, inhaling his scent. His hand was around you, resting on your lower back again and stroking you with his fingertips. He pressed his lips to the top of your head, you bit back a noise as you tried to calm yourself down.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to kiss you and get handsy with you?" He asked again, despite having discussed yours and his boundaries back at the hotel. You nodded and swung your leg over his hips, pushing yourself up so you could gaze at his face. He was watching you through lidded eyes and his hands came to grip your hips. You felt hot, needy.

"Of course I am. What should I call you though?" You murmured back, eyes flicking between his lips and the rest of his face. He raised a brow.

"Whatever you want to, sweetheart."

You shuddered again and hummed.

"Okay, daddy."

Something flared in his eyes and suddenly you were being pulled onto his lap properly, straddling him with your hands bracing yourself up on his shoulders. Your eyes flew open wide and you gasped, he held back a smirk. You pouted.

"A little warning next time."

His hands squeezed again.

"Sorry. Are you alright?" He asked quietly. You nodded and craned your neck, peeking over the top of the booth and scanning the area, trying to spot anyone of note. You felt a hot breath against the valley between your breasts and you gasped out, hands gripping tighter on Hotch's shoulders. You slid back down to straddle one of his thighs and blushed, avoiding his gaze.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't think I would be all up in your face like that! I was just trying to look over the top of the booth." You fumbled out quickly and Hotch's hands tightened, moving slightly just shy of your ass.

"It's fine." You heard him say, but it sounded strained. "Do you see anyone suspicious?"

"No, not yet. Maybe we should get refreshments so we have the chance to interact with people more."

"Yes. I'll wave over someone." He murmured. A moment later, a woman wearing a black lingerie set and heels approached your booth and swayed her hips, smiling seductively at the two of you.

"What can I do for you two tonight?" She asked, eyeing you from head to toe. You tensed a little, not enjoying the staring. Hotch stroked your hips, holding you closer to him.

"Two cokes, please." He responded. The woman sauntered off towards the bar with one more scrutinizing glance over and you slumped a little.

"I can't wait until we get out of here." You grumbled. All of a sudden, the hands on your hips were grabbing your ass cheeks tightly, making you squeak. "H-Hotc-!"

The man below you pressed his lips to yours roughly and you felt your body short-circuit, utterly stunned by him. You kissed back, a whine lingering in your throat which escaped when Hotch pulled away from the kiss. He looked stern.

"What did you call me?"

You whimpered.

"I- I called you Hotch, instead of daddy."

He hummed and smoothed his hands over your rump, encouraging you to roll your hips.

"I hope that wasn't too far, I think I just spotted our unsub though and wanted to solidify their attention on us." He murmured gently. You drew in a shuddering breath.

"N-no it was okay. Very believable I think." You managed to choke out. Reality set back in again for you. This wasn't a fun little night out with your boss, finally getting the touches and kisses you craved, you were there to do your job. You felt tense again and very embarrassed that you'd been caught up in the moment, wishfully thinking of it all being real with your boss. Hotch's brows scrunched together as he felt a shift in your mood.

"(Y/n).. I-"

"-Two cokes for the very cosy couple." You heard from behind you and you jolted, turning your body to see who it was. Your eyes widened.

A slender woman with straight, dyed red hair was standing at the edge of the booth holding two glasses of the fizzy drink. She too was wearing a black lingerie set and heels but that wasn't what your eyes were focused on. Around her neck was a pink leather collar with the phrase "DADDY'S KITTEN" on it. The collar had belonged to the latest female victim. Your eyes drifted back up to her face quickly and you smiled at her.

"Oh, thank you!" You chirped at her in a cutesy voice. She smirked and placed the two glasses down, condensation already rolling down onto the table.

"You two seem to be having a lot of fun."

You felt your cheeks warm and Hotch adjusted you to sit facing away from him, his hands on your expansive thighs. His stomach was tense against your back, a clear sign of him being on high alert.

"Mmm, we don't get to spend much time together. I have to travel to my little girl, you see." He said, then pressed his lips to your neck to kiss it. The sensation of his lips on your sensitive neck made you shudder and grip onto the fabric of his trousers, not even remotely acting. The woman in front of you stared.

"Oh?"

You nodded and pouted.

"I'm studying here but we're going back to our hotel though 'cuz I struggle staying quiet enough in my dorm."

Hotch chuckled and ran his hands up and down your thighs, fingers dipping between them slightly and causing you to whimper. The corner of the woman's mouth twitched.

"Mhm, you looking for a threesome tonight, huh?"

"Actually, I'm trying to teach her to control herself and behave." Hotch answered before you could even open your mouth. And then you felt it, the vibrator stirred to life and began to vibrate violently against your thigh, startling you. You gasped out, hips automatically rolling forward and grinding down on Hotch's lap. The woman in front of you eyed you up and down, realising what she thought was happening and smirked. An unseen woman called for her attention and she stepped back.

"Well, if you need any help with that just let me know."

She turned on her heel and walked away, your eyes following her until she was out of sight. You returned to facing Hotch, pouting.

"That scared the fuck out of me!" You hissed. His eyes glinted mysteriously in the dim lighting, the vibrator continued to buzz against you.

"At least we know who our unsub is. And we got a first name: Tanya."

You nodded slightly.

"We should finish up here then and make a move."

Reluctantly, you climbed off his lap and eyed the drinks on the table. You didn't exactly trust consuming anything the possible unsub had brought out to you. Hotch took hold of your hand.

"Leave them. We need to go." He said and you nodded, letting him pull you out of the booth. He held you close to his body, gazing down at you and leaning close to you. "I'm going to kiss you again and grab your ass before we leave. Is that okay?"

You wanted to laugh at how formal he sounded but held back, instead nodding and gripping onto his shirt.

"Yes, sir."

He pulled you tighter against him and pressed his lips to yours, growling lowly as his hands grabbed handfuls of your ass again. You squeaked, arms throwing over his shoulders and hanging on tight to him. You never wanted this to end, craving his touch over and over and over...

Your lips departed when he pulled away, a smacking noise causing you to shudder a little. His hands smoothed up your body to rest at your lower back and you shifted uncomfortably.

"The vibrator- could you turn it off?"

He blinked at you, then fumbled one of his hands in his pocket.

"Right, yeah. Sorry."

The vibrator stilled and you exhaled, resting your head against his chest. His heart was pounding, chest rising and falling deeply with every breath. God, you were desperate for him to fuck you at this point. Scrunching your eyes closed for a second, you exhaled and pulled away from him to take hold of his hand.

"Let's go." You said softly. You felt eyes on you as Hotch guided you back out of the club and for a mere moment you dared glance around. The unsub was watching you through a fierce glare, eyes following as you walked away. Gotcha, you thought.

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The walk back to the hotel was brisk, still holding onto one another just in case the unsub had already begun following you. Discreetly, Hotch sent a message to Derek to indicate you were both heading back to the hotel and to monitor the security cameras for the unsub, typing out a brief description as well. You were nervous. Nervous about what the unsub would do, but even more so nervous about what you were about to do next.

Once you were back in your hotel room you quickly kicked your heels off and exhaled, gracious that they were finally off your feet.

"I don't know why people wear these things, they fucking hurt." You complained quietly. Hotch watched you for a moment, then pulled his phone out again to call one of the others.

"Give me the word when they head into the hotel." You vaguely heard him talking as you eyed yourself in the large mirror situated on the wall on the right side of the bed. None of your colleagues had seen you dressed in anything less than your current outfit, you never even thought your boss would be the one you'd be undressing for in a moment's time. You bit your lip, hand subconsciously moving to rest against your plump stomach. You shouldn't care what he would think, this was for a job. It wasn't as though you'd ever become a couple from this. And yet...

"Are you alright?" Hotch murmured softly from behind you, causing you to jump slightly. You hadn't realised he'd moved to stand behind you, his brows pulled together and his mouth tugging downward. You dropped your hand immediately and smiled.

"Yes of course. I guess we're playing the waiting game now, huh?"

He didn't smile back, appearing more concerned instead.

"We are, yes. Morgan will give us the signal. Which would mean..." He trailed off. You dropped your gaze, feeling hot and a slightly upset.

"Yeah.. uhm, what should we do?"

"Well, we would have to look as though we were about to engage in intercourse."

Hotch raised a brow when a bubble of laughter escaped you, making your cheeks flush. You covered your mouth, trying to calm yourself down enough to explain yourself.

"Sorry, you're just so formal when discussing something like this. I didn't mean to laugh." You said, revelling in the faint smile that slowly formed on his face. He placed a hand on your arm and turned you to face him. Your eyes widened, heart rate increasing as you gazed up at him in surprise. He thought for a moment, then spoke.

"I was wondering, when this case is finished, if you-"

The shrill of Hotch's ringtone cut him off and the two of you sighed, pulling from one another. He answered. You knew it was time to get ready for the next phase of the job, there was no room for anymore hesitation. When Hotch ended the call and pocketed his phone you were gripping onto the skirt of your dress tightly, trembling a little. You avoided his gaze.

"I'm gonna...uhm, take my dress off now." You warned him gently. And then you slipped the dress up over your head and discarded it on the ground near the bed. You heard a sharp intake of air and cringed, expecting the worst. "You should, uh, keep your shirt on. Just undo a few more buttons. The dominant in the relationship usually is more dressed than the submissive during sex."

"You seem knowledgeable on the subject." Hotch murmured, making your ears feel hot. You quickly pulled the vibrator out from inside your pantyhose and huffed.

"Shut up."

There was a pause, then Hotch was dragging you by the arm firmly but gently and pushing you down on the bed, manhandling you until you were laying amongst the now scattered pillows. You'd let out a yelp and a shout of his usual nickname until you found yourself being straddled by him, your chest heaving and your mouth slightly agape. Hotch sneered down at you, pinning your wrists either side of your head.

"What did you just say to me?" He asked dangerously calmly. You gulped.

"U-uhm.."

He tutted, leaning down to graze his nose along your neck, inhaling.

"Do at least one thing right for me; be loud, let everyone know who you belong to. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

You trembled, legs falling open a little.

"H-Hotch?"

With a quiet rumble in his chest, he began to suck harshly on your neck, avoiding the collar, and making you cry out.

"Wrong name." He muttered against your skin. Oh... You were unable to think straight, mind feeling mushy and your body tingling and throbbing all for him. The last thing you cared about was the unsub, the man sucking on your skin taking over your entire being. You pushed your chest up against his and whined loudly.

"S-sir, please!"

Hotch growled, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss whilst his hips pinned yours down, his crotch against yours. You spread your legs wider, wanting him closer to you. His lips detached from yours, a trail of saliva connecting you both for a mere moment, but he wasn't finished. He moved slowly downwards, kissing and sucking your neck again, then your collarbones. Your back arched and you moaned as he sucked a hickey on your left breast, his hands moving from your wrists to your thighs. You could feel him smirking against your skin.

"Such a good girl, let out all those noises. Daddy wants to hear them whilst he marks you up. Gotta make it look like we were up to something, haven't we?." He cooed, spreading your legs wider and grinding against you. You bit your lip as you whimpered; you could have sworn you felt something hard and thick pressing into your clothed pussy.

And then the door burst open.

"Don't fucking move!" A familiar voice snapped, causing you and Hotch to flinch and turn your attention to the doorway.

"W-what-" Hotch played up a stutter. You'd been right, it was the woman who had given you your drinks. She glared at you both as she slammed the door shut behind her, you noted she hadn't locked it, seemingly because she had broken the lock to get into the room as she had done with all the other victims. In her hand was a long kitchen knife, glinting in the room light.

"Shut the fuck up." She stepped closer, pointing the blade towards you. "You disgusting freaks, playing around with such a horrible dynamic! Do you even understand what such relationships do to people?!"

Hotch moved slightly, shielding you from the unsub. It was like whiplash, one moment you were losing yourself to the pleasure of him and the next you were face to face with the murderer under the guise of her having the upper hand. Your eyes drifted slightly, eyeing Hotch for a brief moment, then returning your gaze to the unsub before she noticed.

"Ma'am, I understand that you may not like the lifestyle but why do you think you should kill us for it?" Hotch said calmly, hands raised to show he meant no harm to her. She sneered.

"All you people are the same. Prepared to have a horrible imbalanced relationship but so pathetic when that's threatened." She stepped closer, the handle of the knife trembling slightly with the tight grip she had on it. It wouldn't be long before Derek and the others appeared, but she was getting too close to you and Hotch. Without hesitating a second longer, you lunged towards the man still encasing you below him and grabbed the gun he always had strapped to his ankle, pushing back the safety on it and pointing it at the unsub. Her eyes widened, you stared her down.

"Tanya, put the knife down. We're with the FBI. We know what you've done." You said unwaveringly, forgetting your state of undress as you sat up straighter and faced her. She opened her mouth a few times, unable to think of what to say.

"B-but- you both- you were going to fuck! You seemed so much like a real couple!"

You ignored the sting in your chest, instead lightly pushing Hotch backwards with your shoulder so you could stand up.

"You were good, Tanya. We couldn't quite figure out who it was murdering all those couples. We had to resort to going undercover." You stepped closer, gun still trained on her. "It's over though. Put that knife down."

Hesitation flashed across Tanya's face for a moment, her hands shaking more erratically the longer she stood there. Absently, you sensed Hotch standing behind you and felt proud of yourself when you didn't flinch. Before any of you could make another move the hotel door swung open and the room was flooded with people, Derek leading the way.

"FBI! Put your weapon down now and put your hands up where we can see them!" He yelled. Tanya jolted, dropping the blade as she spun on her heel in utter panic. It was over. You barely registered the arrest being made, instead making quick work of putting the safety back on the gun, placing it on the bed and pulling the dress back over your head so you didn't feel so exposed anymore. You needed to get out of the room, needed fresh air to clear your head. Before anyone could speak to you you were gone, slipping your feet into the heels again and struggling with the buckles, then rushing out of the room.

"Hey! (L/n)! Where are you going!?" You heard Emily shout but you didn't stop, not until you reached the outdoors.

Back in the hotel room Rossi casually approached Hotch, who was staring after your abrupt exit with a deep-set frown.

"What was that about?" Rossi asked, feigning disinterest.

"I don't know. I need to go after her."

Before the taller of the two men could run after you, Rossi grabbed his arm and raised a brow.

"I would wait a bit. Unlike the female body, it's much easier to tell when the male body is in the mood."

Hotch froze, breath caught in his throat. He tried clearing it as he turned away from his longtime friend.

"Excuse me." He muttered.

Back outside, you ran your hands over your scalp, heart racing still and an array of emotions spiralling within you.

"(L/n)!" Emily shouted, having caught up with you. Her eyes widened when she came to stand in front of you, eyes fixated on your neck and chest. "Oh wow, he really did a number on you, huh?"

You flushed, scowling at her and folding your arms.

"Shut it! Leave it alone." You snapped but she didn't back down, grinning widely at you.

"I bet that felt really nice, huh? You look absolutely frazzled."

"-There you are. Looking frazzled, are we?" Derek said as he exited the hotel lobby. You wished you had a jacket right about now. He chuckled when his eyes found the hickeys decorating your skin. "Damn! Didn't know boss-man had it in him!"

You scowled at the two of them as you hugged your arms closer around yourself.

"We did what we had to do for the job. Now leave it be."

"Come on now, I bet it was a dream come true for you, right?" The dark-skinned man pressed. Shame consumed you as your gaze dropped.

"Not his though." You said quietly.

"-I wouldn't say so."

The three of you turned to find Rossi approaching you, a mischievous glint in his gaze. Your eyes narrowed a little.

"What?"

The old man shrugged, hands in his pockets.

"Let's just say he's not here right now for a reason." Was all he said. Emily snorted at the same time as Derek hollering. And yet it did nothing to help you, your thoughts having already set themselves in your mind.

"It's probably involuntary. We were in a sex club and such for a while so.."

"Come on now, you know it's because of you." Emily retorted, but you were not convinced in the slightest.

"Let's just- we need to go back to the station to do the interrogation. The sooner we get that done the sooner I can get these damn shoes off."

You turned to find one of the FBI cars and began to walk towards it. You ignored the calls of your name, waiting desperately for one of the others to give in and drive back to the station with you. In the end, Rossi unlocked the vehicle and once again he drove you away to your salvation.

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Thank you all for reading!! This one I kept getting carried away 😭 idk if it's that good but I hope you all enjoyed regardless! I wonder what will happen in the final part 😳😳

Taglist: @cr1minalskies @modern-mermaid @aaronhotchnersgirlfriend @aaronhotchswife @emptybagofchips77 @crimeshowjunkie @igotanidea @gogococopuffs @prentissesredtanktop @louderfortheback @howabouticallyou @lalalove-56 @abbyschmaby @constantwritingblock @boredelle @powerlvr25 @aad1993 @idkbubs (not sure why some don't work 😭)

[dulceprincesa]

Banda abro ask para las nenas

❄️ eira

🌈 iris

🌸hanae

🌒 emily

Será respondido con dibujos

[hermionesslut]

hermionessult’s 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 + 300 follower celebration <3

— !! hello everyone!!! welcome to my celebration. thank you so much for 300 followers, i’m so excited ily all . happy soon to be valentine’s day!! just some like ‘rules’ ig for the asks and requests i’ll be doing.

— REQUESTS !!

who i write for

— this is for the blurbs, (pls read this if ur thinking abt requesting) that’s it. i’ll do headcannons, smash or pass for anyone!!

— the blurbs can be nsfw or otherwise, that is completely up to you <3

💗🩰 je t'aime- send a romantic (or platonic) scenario (be as specific as possible pls) and i’ll write a blurb!

🌒 planet of love <3- give me a ship and i’ll give you my favourite headcannons

🤍🖤 game girl- fmk, smash or pass, anything like that

🧸 💞 teddy bear - send me a character and i’ll send my favourite edit of them (maybe even one of mine🤨)

🌷𖧧 always and forever- i’ll show you guys some of my favourite pinterest boards if u ask☺️

🏹🍓 show the boobs- send me a request to look at your blog and make a moodboard of the aesthetic

ִֶָ𖤐 🧺 emily & sue- give me a character (if you want it to be romantic, platonic, friends to lovers, pining, etc.) i’ll attempt to write a small poem about them <3

tagging mutuals <3 ty to my new ones mwah!!

@fairydxll @notwhatitseems-2 @romanoffscottage @adi06lena @w4ndaswhore @aeioi @dementors-kiss @siriusxoxo @sapphosdilemma @wh0reifyoudontexist @tommymcartney @lilyevans-lover @spvilers @tokyocupid @hpotterwhore <33

[posterdrops]

Reposted from @zeb_love 10 years & 40 posters later, the @theavettbrothers are still one my favorite bands to work with. ☀️ These are for the next 3 nights at @redrocksco , available to the VIP ticket holders. 🌒 I’m very thankful to Travis, Emily & the band for their continued support. And to everyone who has picked up a poster along the way! ⛰ If you can’t make it, I will have AP copies with slightly different colors available Monday July 11 at 11 am Est. 🌎 #avettbrothers #redrocks #earth #summer #sun #americana #art #triptych #gigposter #silkscreen #illustration #folk #music (at Red Rocks Park and Amphitheatre) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfyn875OOC_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[annetsagkari]

Emily Skaja's poetry spoke to my wounded heart.

The words were hurting, making the scar itch.

I wanted to hug the girl who was fighting this darkness by herself and tell her that everything will be alright in the end. Show her that she deserved to stay alive.

I can't change the past but I can thank her now because she somehow dragged her shattered soul and body forward, chose to escape, and survive, no matter what🦔

(TW: depression, suicidal ideation, eating disorders, self harm)

🌙For days I was silent

"... When I have lived through this- I wanted to ask -

When I am full- alive untied from him -

Will I be required- To haul out into the sun and let burn dry the blood I lost- On each of these estrangements-Will I?

There I am- Pictured with my face obscured

Bright landscape-With my arms bleeding out of the picture- "

🌘My History As

"... When I tell my history, I can't leave out how I hit that man in the jaw,

that I wasn't good at mercy, that eating nothing but white pills & white air

made me unchartable- I can't skip the end just to say

well it was fragile & I smashed it

& everything's over, well now I know things that make me unlikely.

What am I supposed to say? I'm free?"

🌒Elegy with symptoms

" What happens to a woman at 19 at 25 at 29 can make her vulnerable to flight.... Please. I have learned the way rain rots thick in a barrel. Given the relevant texts I'm dangerous. I've been wrong. I've been trying to pry off the planks from these windows. I am keeping the box that I came in. I am keeping my wrong blood-look at it vine through my wrist like a brand."

🏷️#emilyskaja #graywolfpress #poetrylovers

#womenpoetry #poetryisnotdead #bookstagram #booklover #booksofinstagram #bookstagramchallenge #bookaesthetic #booklove #bookphotography #bookaholic #sunlightphotography #poetrybooks #livre #livrestagram #lecture #mentalhealth #poetry #poetrylovers #readpoetry #mentalhealthawareness

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[cloti-moved]

✨🌒✨You are made of stardust and galaxies and I love you. Send this to your ten favorite people on this website. 💫🌔🌟

awww thank you so much!! i love you emily!! 💖💖💖