I love the timeline of criminal minds is so funny??? Assuming the character and actor ages are approximately the same - morgan is 35 in season 1, is a BAU agent (hard to do), has been a cop in chicago, has a bachelor degree, was on the bomb squad?? And this is one of the more realistic timelines. When did hotch have time to go to law school, become a prosecutor, become an fbi agent, and then become the unit chief??? And he's apparently only 40 in the pilot?? At least make him thomas gibson's real age lmaoo. We're not even getting to reid lmao phds dont work like that
so annoying when zombie media doesn't call them zombies. ppl were calling that dude that did bath salts and bit someone a zombie and it was just one guy and you're telling me ppl would see hoards of undead cannibals and go "omgg these guys are crazy..they're like freakers or something.."
Summary: The new BAU agent has been very reserved. You rejected the offer to go out with the team on a Friday, already promising your friends youâd go out with them. Turns out you all ended up in the same club and Hotch sees a completely different side of you
Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI, EXPLICIT, absolutely filthy, I feel like desperate!cocky!hotch is a warning I have to make, uhh slight switch!hotch, switch!reader
Word count- 2k
A/N: UHhhHhh here you go yall fuckin asked for this
âYou are seriously testing my restraintâ he groaned, running his hands through his hair before picking up his drink and taking a large swig.Â
âIâm testing your restraint?â you asked with a scoffÂ
âYeah.â he said âIâm not the one wearing the little dress. Stop pulling at it, the fabric isnât going to get any longerâ he teasedÂ
You let go of the hem of your dress âIâm not the one wearing the tight shirt. We get it, you have a nice body.â you sneered, finishing your drink in order to maintain the confidence ârolling up the sleeves to show off your armsâ you muttered, hiding a smileÂ
He looked at you surprised with raised eyebrows before looking down at his choice of clothing âThis does it for you?â he leaned back against the counter, smirking âShouldâve told me sooner, newbieâ
You opened your mouth but no sound came out, just a shaky breath. No one has the right to look that attractive. You finally gained composure and said âItâs unprofessional to be flirting with a subordinateâ mirroring him and leaning against the counter âAnd stop calling me thatâ
âWould it be too childish to say that you started it?â He asked with a chuckle that struck your chest like a brick. âWhat would you prefer?â he asked as you turned to look away from him in a desperate attempt to breathe. This made him lean in, whispering in your ear âCâmon. Tell me. Iâll call you whatever youâd like, darlingâ he coaxed, a cocky smile painted on his lips.Â
You shuttered before walking away without another word. You stomped over to your two friends âDo you two need me to stay or can you watch out for each other?â you asked, jittery with nervous energy âIâll stay if you need me to.â
Your friends rolled their eyes âGo. Now. Before you second guess yourselfâ One says, nudging you back towards the bar.
âIf you donât go with him I will so make up your mind,â the other says, waving you away. You nod with a giddy smile, walking back to the barÂ
You went back to a worry-ridden Hotch âAre you alright? If Iâve made you uncomfort-â you shushed him which made him look at you with an amused smile âAre you seriously shushing me?â He took a step closer to you
âYes I am, sir.â you stood up straighter âYouâre an evil man, do you know that?â you asked, letting a small smile curl back onto your lips.
âOh, am I?â he said, his fingers twitching. Wanting to touch you, but hesitant to make the first move even with the liquid courage. âWhat have I done that is so evil? Enlighten me.âÂ
âThat. What you are doing right now,â you muttered, letting your urges win and reaching out, running your hand down his bicep to his wrist. You pulled him closer âbeing all sly and charming.â you dragged your hand back up his arm to his chest where you could feel his heart pounding. He put his hand over yours âDo you see what you do to me?â he huffed, taking your hand off of his chest and pulling you out of the club.Â
âAt least buy me dinner, Sirâ you teased as you stepped out into the warm summer night. You watched him pull out his phone and order an Uber before he turned back towards you âTell me no right nowâ he said sternly, facing youÂ
âWhat?â
âTell me no and we will pretend like this never happened. I will go home and go to bed and you will go back in and dance with your friends and go home with a random guy who youâll never talk to ag-â You grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, pressing your lips against his. He swore his knees almost gave out under him as he gripped the back of your head with one hand and held you against him with the other.Â
you felt his hands tremble against you in stark contrast with him moving confidently to kiss down your neck, lightly pulling your hair to lean your head back. âSirâ you sighed, running your fingers through his hairÂ
âAaron. please. Call me Aaron.â he pleaded, stopping when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked at the car and then at you. you smiled and tilted your head âAre we gonna go or are we going to stand outside the club making out like we're college students?â you asked, smoothing down his collar and fixing his hair a bitÂ
âGo. Weâre leaving.â he said, his lips were the prettiest shade of pink to match his cheeks. He moved to the car, opening the door for you before climbing in after. you rode in comfortable silence, his hand on your knee to keep you from bouncing it. You got out of the car and he led you to his front door with one hand fetching his key out of his pocket with the other.Â
You studied his back as he walked ahead of you, admiring the way it flexed as he moved. As you were past the front door, he pushed you back against it. His lips on yours and his hands roam over your body, not daring to touch your bare skin. The kiss was desperate but soft. You were shocked at how gentle he was. He didnât pull away as he led you into his bedroom, thinking that you deserved better than being fucked in his foyer
âGod this is so unprofessionalâ Aaron mumbled against your lips as you untucked his shirt and began to unbutton it
You pulled away to smile at him âShouldâve thought about that before you started flirting with meâ You pushed his shirt off of his shoulders as he kissed down your throat âAaronâŠâ you said under your breath, your head back against the wall
âYou shouldnâtâve worn this goddamn dressâ He groaned, dropping down to his knees. You looked down at him, chest heaving with anticipation as you run your fingers through his hair. âWhatâs wrong with my dress?â You asked playfully as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. He kissed your inner thigh âNothing. That's what's wrong with it.â you let out a surprised yelp as he lifts your other leg up.
He pressed his thumb against your core and you swore you saw god as he dragged his tongue up the clothed seam of your pussy, moaning against you.âThese need to be offâ he said, pulling them down just far enough to be behind his head âGod I have thought about this too many timesâ he muttered, rubbing your clit with his thumb âWhen you wear those little fucking pencil skirts. Every time you crossed your legs I couldnât thinkâ he confessed before kissing your clit.
You gasped âI wore those for you. I saw the way you looked at meâ Your eyes rolled back, gripping his hair. You didnât dare to look down until that moment, watching Aaron between your legs âGod youâre fucking beautiful, Aaron.â You whimpered, grinding against his face. His hands wrapped around your thighs, nose nudging your clit with every movement of your hips. This encouraged him more, groaning against you. This was enough to send you over the edge, your head thrown back against the wall as he tightened his grip on your thighs.Â
 As you were coming down, he didnât slow or even pull away to breathe. You watched as his hips bucked against nothing âAaron p-please- oh my god o-ohâ you sobbed, pulling his hair to try and stop him from overstimulating you. He didnât listen to your pleas, taking a hand off of your thighs and pushing your chest back against the wall. Once you came down from your second high, he finally pulled away, looking up at you with adoration. At that moment, Aaron was your disciple, worshipping you on his knees. In this act, he was trying to repent for the sins he had committed. When his tongue curled inside of you, he had sworn he finally made it to heaven. You pushed his hair off of his forehead, letting out a hum as you admired your slick smeared on his face. âCouldnât even wait until my shoes were off, handsome?â you asked, taking one of your legs off of his shoulders so he was no longer supporting your full body weight. your breath hitched at the sight of him on his knees, looking up at you like you just fell from the heavensÂ
âYou- I just had toâ he tried to explain, catching his breath âYouâre addicting.â he insisted, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before standing up âShouldâve done this months ago, princess,â he muttered, wiping his mouth with his middle finger before licking it clean. He gave you a cocky smile as you watched him with parted lips. You couldnât believe this was the same man who barely cracked a smile for the first 3 months of knowing you.Â
You ran your hand down his abdomen and stopped at his belt, pulling it undone. âIâm addicting?â you scoffed, your eyes widening as you ran your hand over the outline of his cock in his slacks âIf you could just see yourselfâŠâ you said as you went to get on your knees, pulling his slacks down with you.Â
He held his breath as he watched you pull down his boxers, freeing his leaking cock.âPleaseâŠâ he begged as he stepped out of his slacks, not knowing what for. you dragged your tongue slowly from base to tip, caressing his strong thighs. âSo pretty, Aaron,â you murmured, taking him into your mouth.
He tried to seal his lips shut, but the whimper slipped through. It went straight to your core and only encouraged you to take him further down your throat. He hiccups, pulling your hair into a ponytail in his hand. His hips stuttered, looking down at you desperately âJesus Christ, darling.â he grunted, brows knitted together in pleasure.Â
he pulled you off of him gently and helped you to your feet âCâmon princess, lay on the for meâ he said, nuzzling into your neck. you chuckled and pushed him back onto the bed âI think Itâd be better if you laid backâ you said, climbing on top of him. His eyes widened but didn't stop you. In fact, he encouraged you by grabbing your hips, grinding your core against his.
You let out a surprised squeak âI need you in me, Aaron please no more teasingâ you pleaded, lifting up your hips and lining his cock up with your entrance. You shuddered as you slowly sunk, easing yourself slowly down into him until your hips pressed together. your ears are ringing, vaguely acknowledging his praise as you move against him.
âLook at you take all of me. there you go, take it allâ he encouraged, aiding you in rolling your hips. âthat's it- f-fuck.â he threw his head back against his pillows, bucking up with enough force to cause you to fall against his chest. you gasped and dug your fingernails into his shoulders, moaning into the crook of his neck as he set a brutal paceÂ
âI'm sorry darling, I couldn't hold back anymore. S-shit you feel so good, princess,â he grunted, gasping at the feeling of you clenching around him.Â
You let out a choked sob âfuck I'm so close, Aaron please pleaseâ you cried outÂ
âFuck let me pull out, baby,â he whispered, his hands gripping your hips so tight that you knew there would be bruises. âPrincess, please Iâm gonna cumâ You shook your head no, pushing your hips back against his to prevent himÂ
âGod, fuck- take it.â He let out a broken moan, pressing you impossibly closer.
He gently laid you down, kissed your cheek and went to the bathroom. He came back out with a damp rag âYou feeling okay?â he asked softly, cleaning you up
you let out a tired scoff âOkay? I think you ruined all other men for meâ you giggled
âGood.â he hummed, throwing the rag in the hamper and climbing back into bed with you âYou won't need any other men.âÂ
Summary: Enemies to lovers. Called in to the BAU as a psychiatric consult by Reid, you turn Aaronâs life upside down for worse or for better. He doesnât understand why Reid likes you, or why you chose a people-facing career, or why youâre so goddamn miserable and hellbent on dragging him down too. But you know what they say. Once an adrenaline junkie, always chasing that high.
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âWhy do we need a psychiatrist?â Morgan asks, crossing his arms over his chest. âWeâve already got one in there and sheâs not much help.â
âThe BAU, which was originally called the BSU, was actually founded by two agents and a psychiatric nurse. We wouldnât have jobs right now without her expertise,â Reid drawls, happy to insert factoids into the conversation once again. âItâs what makes it a science. Her name was Ann Burgess, and sheââ
âOkay, okay. We donât need a history lesson. Elle is in there. Are you sure your contact can come down here to fly with us?â Aaron asks.
âShe works in the area,â he says.
âAnd sheâs good?â Morgan asks. âYouâve worked with her before?â
the lack of dykes n more specifically butch dykes in post apocalyptic media is bizarre bc every single lesbian i know is the most prepared person in any room n not even for survivalist reasons we do that shit for fun
i think daryl dixon would want a partner who understands him, like more of a quiet partner and understands him without having to speak and they can just sit in silence together and just understand that both of them need a moment . dont get me wrong they can be all happy and optimistic but i think he just wants peace and quiet when he is upset . also, i said this on my old acc but ima say it again daryl dixon would not be into daddy kinks or even like spanking, choking, anything to harm is partner its just not like him especially because of his extremely traumatic past i would believe he would be more of a gentle person and shy or maybe just not into sex at all for awhile due to his scars. i believe it would take a extremely long time for daryl to even take off his shirt around his partner due to his scars . bck onto the sex thing he would be vanilla, EXTREMELY VANILLA with some after care, i say some because nobodys cared for him other than merle so how tf would he care for his partner ? the only âpetâ names you would possibly have would be darling/darlin, baby ( KINDA NOT RLLY ), and princess MAYBE .
Okay, you didn't ask, but receive anyway!! I've wanted to write this for so long so I thought I'd do it. đ
MINORS DNI -- 18+
Warnings: spicy encounter, a few kinks, dbf!hotch making all of us horny
Word count: 2k
It was always a dance with you and Aaron. It had been from the first moment your dad had invited him over for a small gathering with most of your dadâs work buddies.
You had felt Aaron stare at you that first night and you had certainly felt his gaze on you when you had gone into the pool with your finest and most revealing bikini.
You had been partially hidden by the darkness that night provided, but not concealed enough for his taste as he watched many of the men gawk at you around the pool. The moon shone and sparkled, a glimmer on your perfect skin and Aaron often thought it was the first time you had deliberately manifested your interest in swaying with him; a somehow perfect but silent acknowledgement that you were ready to leap, to surrender to him. But he had been sure of it as soon as he had seen you shoot him a knowing look over your shoulder, a knowing smile plastered on your lips as he let his eyes wander down your spine and the curve of your ass, silently forfeiting the duel he would never mind losing. Aaron had known on the spot that he was caught and that his self-control would be challenged to unrelenting battles with desire. He was completely aware back then that he would one day admit defeat as he watched you dive into the pool. What sealed his fate was when he had examined and memorized your every beautiful feature under the moonlight as you had resurfaced with glistening beads of water traveling down on your skin, a radiant smile on your lips which had clearly been meant just for him. After that night, Aaron began to wonder whether he had ever craved anyone before.
You knew what you were doing then and it didnât matter that your dad was trying to talk to Aaron about something because if Aaron was solely focused on you, you did your best to gracefully play into this act of peaceful yet boiling greed and eagerness to savor one another, you made every possible effort to nudge Aaron into evading the confines of decency.
It was a slow dance; it had been from the start. Yet, there was an impending unrehearsed choreography that would bring you two into partaking in a frenzied but heated tango eventually. It was a waltz that would inevitably end when his self-control would be severed, the lust and desire overconsuming him, and Aaron would finally have to find better metaphors for how his self-restraint had always been pointless because Aaron knew the second he saw you that youâd be the one who would tilt his moral compass on its axis.
If his lips ever tasted your skin, classical music would turn into jazz and piano would become violin.
You both knew it; you were both aware that something lurked in the shadows and Aaron loved the sparkle behind your eyes that told him you couldnât wait for him to show you the deep undercurrent of his infatuation. There was something about the way you faced him confidently sometimes, and he often wondered if that was your way of letting him know you were ready to face the music with him, whether you were telling him you were prepared to let him discover how adeptly he would play your body like it was his instrument.
Since the start, you were captivated by his stance. His broad shoulders and the way he stood had made you want to deduce whether a man like him could ever be brought to his knees. His hard but calculating gaze regularly exposed the truth; Aaron was not the kind of man who would beg if he could help it. But you would undertake to accomplish such a feat if he let you. Now, there was no denying that he was an attractive man, but the fact that your dad was the one who brought him into your house often stopped you from doing anything about it. To be fair, it wasnât you as much as Aaron. You knew that Aaron was righteous enough, heck, noble enough not to give in. But the pretense, the masquerade and the whole charade⊠They were all meant to get Aaron to capitulate, to have him and his self-control and damned prudence ripped to shreds.
It was the middle of a Sunday afternoon when Aaron abandoned his principles and his virtue. Your dad was going on and on about things that didnât matter to Aaron, and as long as you would look at him like he wasnât immoral, improper and dishonest to picture you naked under him, Aaron would allow himself to ditch the voice of reason in his head and he would deal with his conscience once you werenât just a fantasy anymore. He was sitting across from you in the living room and he watched you unashamedly, his integrity be damned. Of course, when he saw you type away on your phone, he didnât expect to get an email from you.
It was fair that you had figured it out, though. It wasnât that hard to do. If you knew your dadâs email, you knew everyoneâs email in this room. Everyone had the same formatted email for work, the only thing that changed was their first and last names and 'Aaron Hotchner' was uncommon enough for you to figure it out. Aaron still admired your intellect and your mind, but that was from hearing you talk with his colleagues and your dad. He clung to every word you uttered like he clung to classical symphonies because your voice fascinated him with its mellow musicality. Â
His phone pinged and Aaron recognized ecstasy was just a few words strung together. Â Â
Thereâs a door at the end of the hall. On your left.
It was all you wrote but Aaron knew he had an urgent need to find that door. It was fortunate that this door was close to the bathroom which guests used.
He apologized to his colleagues and your dad and he ventured down the hall, opening the door you had told him to open. He thought it was some kind of sick trick because he was able to count to sixty in his head, and he realized he was way too impatient to figure out what you looked like when he would be responsible for your undoing. Â
Aaron took a seat on the couch of your dadâs office, his hands firmly pressed and grasping his thighs and he was trying to rationalize and condone the simmering hunger and thirst he felt.
You wouldnât allow him to lose his appetite or his thirst. You finally entered the room and you instantly neared him, gentle fingers raising his chin to meet a softening gaze as he looked tense, highly strung, ready for you to drown in him and for him to drown in you.
He lowered his voice, his hand in yours. âI want to take my time with you. I want to know what makes you moan, what makes you whimper, what makes you shudder. I want to find out how to bring you to your knees, how to make you beg for it, how to make you quiver in need for me... But we canât do that right now, can we, pretty girl?â
The thought of having Aaron find out each and every spot that brought you pleasure was overwhelming, and you had to bite your lip to stifle a moan as his eyes darkened. Aaron put a hand on your stomach and you felt pleasure bubbling up under his warm palm.
âI want youâFuck, I need you,â you whispered, unable to think straight.
Aaron grinned and his rough hands brought you onto his lap firmly, making you straddle him as he leaned forward to kiss and nip at the column of your throat. You were grateful when his huge hand found a way onto your mouth, muffling your yelps as you found out he could mix pleasure and pain the way you liked. His hand finally stopped on your throat, barely pressing on it with his large hand. You looked into his eyes, his interior torment afflicting him in a way you wouldnât allow.
âDo it,â you said, clasping the hand around your throat, indicating to him that he could be more firm. You clenched your pussy when he released his hold on you, beaming at him, silently thanking him for doing it.
You felt his hard cock twitch in his tight slacks underneath you and as you rolled your hips and you fisted his shirt, you had to brace yourself on the firm chest you would always crave to anchor yourself to if Aaron let you.
Aaron finally sank two fingers inside your mouth, making you instantly suck on them. He forcefully grabbed your hip, allowing you to rock your core onto his clothed erection as he watched you seeking friction on him.
âQuiet. Be a good girl.â
You bit on his fingers gently and Aaron hissed, longing to find out what your teeth would be like on every inch of his skin.
âPlease, Aaron,â you pleaded, aimlessly moving on top of him. You couldnât find a rhythm, you were drenching your panties, positively leaking into your jeans and you were too far gone to set any kind of pace, drunk on the silent melody of him breathing heavily under you. It was deafening to be quiet. It was blinding to see his chest heave with harsh breaths. Â
He smirked at you and he cupped your face, letting his lips meet yours, sealing his promise to you that you would do this again.
His hands traveled down your back, raising the hem of your shirt to sink his fingertips into your flesh. Aaron guided your movements, making you grind ruthlessly onto him, the harmony of your combined sounds muffled into each otherâs mouths.
Aaron felt his balls tighten, a grim reminder that he would come in his pants and feel his release grating and chafing him all night after this, but the raspy sounds coming out of your throat and melting inside his mouth were motivation enough to deal with the consequences.
âI canât wait to find out how tight you are, baby,â he mumbled against your hot lips.
You almost purred inside his mouth, your face twisting with pleasure as you writhed on top of him like a chaotic wreck, your orgasm the most beautiful facial expression he would ever witness.
"You wanted me so much, didn't you?" he asked, kissing you before you could whimper.
Aaron was so proud of you as he saw how you couldn't even speak and he hadn't even touched you yet.
He hushed your moans inside his mouth as you continued to grind hard on him, a growl almost threatened to flood his lungs with guttural need and Aaron shot up in his pants, his thighs twitching violently under you as his own orgasm rocked him.
You cradled Aaronâs head as he exhaled warm air in the crook of your neck, his crown sweating in your hands as his breathing slowed. You held him tightly as he shivered and hummed when your fingers combed through his now messy and sweaty hair.
It was soothing and overwhelming to know for sure that heâd never get enough to you.
âYou look amazing like this,â you muttered, your lips planting soft kisses everywhere on his face.
Aaronâs hands danced on your clothes, his touch gentle and warm as he cupped your face tenderly, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. âYou were so good for me. Iâm so proud of you for staying quiet when I asked you to.â
Aaron saw a glint of delight flicker across your eyes. He gathered you would love him praising you as much as he would love doing it.
âIâll do anything you ask, Aaron.â
He smirked, quirking an eyebrow suggestively. âThen tell everyone I left because I didnât feel so good and tell them youâre going out with friends. Iâll email you my address and weâll do this properly.â
You stood up and nodded adamantly. âYes, sir.â
You didnât miss how he bared his teeth as he hissed, and you couldnât wait to find out how good you could be for him.
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