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i just wanna eat hot chip, lie and fantasise incessantly about aaron hotchner.

[criminalgrinds]

Good evening!

I have officially opened my asks! I want to write a couple of one shots while I quietly work on completing a longform hotch x reader fic. I won’t be releasing that until I’ve written all the chapters because I have a tendency to burn out before a story is finished and I haaaaaate when that happens.

So in the meantime, I thought I could take some requests and publish some mini fics. Please feel free to request a prompt!! Here are my rules:

I will write:

- smut (in fact, this is primarily what I’ll write lmao (and side note: there aren’t many restrictions on what kind of smut I’ll write so the world is really your oyster))

- fluff

- headcanons / imagines

- anything aaron hotchner related pretty much

I won’t write:

- angst (we need less sadness from this show, not more)

- anything outside of the canon-typical violence (e.g i may write a character as having trauma but I won’t explicitly write it as a major plot point.)

- SA, r@pe or anything remotely similar.

- fetishes/kinks I find to be extreme (bodily fluids, cnc, incest, lowkey butt stuff sorry to the anal lovers)

- anything that doesn’t have a female reader. (because i am a girl, i wouldn’t even know where to begin with writing outside of that perspective, sorry)

That’s pretty much it! Anything else, go ahead and request. I’ll do my best to respond to as many as I can.

I’m also very much willing to write for Spencer Reid. That is my baby. Aaron is my daddy. Very stark difference. Very much same results.

Eagerly awaiting your requests!

[criminalgrinds]

Just finished rewatching season 5 ep 9 of criminal minds. Actual torture for a woman like me who loves Hotch so much. All I have to say is

OWWWWWW! OUCH! OUCHIEEE!

criminalgrinds, out.

[criminalgrinds]

Aaron Hotchner groans. Despite what some may think, I just know he would not, and could not, be silent. No, not while your hands are scraping his back, or when he’s buried deep inside you. Not when your mouth opens for him and he slots in so easily. And certainly not when he can feel you clenching around him, on the edge of orgasm.

I wouldn’t necessarily categorise him as a loud lover, but I just know, that the professional mask he wears as Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner is neatly packed away once he has you all to himself, along with his tailored suits.

He hisses through his teeth when he slides into you for the first time.

Grunts when he’s got you on all fours, a hand gripping your hair firmly. Especially after a rough case, and he is lucky enough to have you to relieve him of all that built up tension.

Moans lowly when you’re on top, taking what you need from him.

“Come on, sweetheart, you begged to ride me. Where did all that energy go? You need me to help you, hm?” He breathes down your ear once your legs grow tired, before holding you up and slamming you up and down on his cock.

Something like that.

Bottom line, this man is anything but silent.

I just know.

[criminalgrinds]

I am president of the “Aaron Hotchner using pet names” fan club.

Of course he’d call you baby. Or honey. Or sweetheart. Darling. Angel. Like this:

“I’m sorry baby, looks like I’m going to be home late again. I’ll make it up to you when I get back, yeah? Wait up for me.”

“Honey, you make it hard for me to leave you in the morning when you look so beautiful.”

“Just like that sweetheart, take what you need.”

“Watch your tone, darling. Unless you’re wanting a lesson on how to behave.”

“That’s it, Angel. Such a good girl for me.”

I can’t even blame ovulation anymore. This is genuinely just all me.

[criminalgrinds]

Thinking about Aaron Hotchner on this beautiful evening. And his hands. His arms. His thighs. And his deep, gravelly voice.

Oh, and his fingers.

Have I mentioned his voice?