Omggggg okok moms on a business trip and wont be home for a few days, one night you guys decide to have a movie night with just the two of you. You just start moving closer and closer to him in the couch, you slowly drag your hand up his thigh and he doesn't stop you, just pretends like he's paying attention to the movie. You eventually get to his bulge and start palming his throat his sweat pants and he just sits there and groans while bucking his hips -OOO SOMETHING I JUST THOUGHT OF WHILE TYPING- one of those nights at like past midnight you open the door to their bedroom to see just him laying on the bed, he hears you walk in and your just like "I had a nightmare 🥺" so he lets you climb into bed with him and he eventually moves to spoon you only for you to feel his hard on pressed against your ass🤭🤭
okie okie i took the second one and changed it a tidbit ;)
aaron hotchner knows a lie when he hears one, and is ordinarily prone to calling the individual out for that behavior. however, with the vacant space beside him on the bed, and the saddened (although feigned) trill of your voice, aaron betrays his moral compass. "you had a nightmare?"
you nod, and he can barely catch the outline with the outline of your slumped body against the doorframe, the only light source being the old lamp in the hallway behind you. your legs are bare - that's another thing that he catches - and they squeeze together. you'd later blame it on the chill of the air conditioning, but it's turned off tonight, and the man is fully aware of this. "yeah, i um.." you scratch awkwardly at the nape of your neck.
"c'mon," he offers, freeing you of the unease of having to elaborate your fib, and pulls back the duvet. "c'mere, i've got some space."
when you crawl in, aaron seizes in his spot, frozen by the velvety finish of your skin, when, unabashedly, you pull yourself in close, tucking yourself against his chest. "you alright?" he swallows thickly, and his breath is hot against your ear.
he uses the throw of the blankets back over you as a metaphorical guise to the thoughts that run rampage in his head, especially with the subtle aroma of strawberries that still linger from your shampoo. it overwhelms his senses, and he throws an arm over your side, drawing you back in closer.
you can feel the chub of his cock against your bottom the second contact is made, and you hide your smile in his bicep. "yeah." you breathe, trailing your fingers over his forearm in feather-light brushes. "can i sleep here tonight?"
he nods against your hair, which he draws back to print a small, but fiery-hot kiss behind your ear. "course you can, hunny."
you turn your head over your shoulder, and he's much closer than you anticipated, because your lips brush. the taste of them is not foreign, but you feel like a giddy school girl all over again, arousal flooding between your legs when his dick stiffens. "protect me, won't you, aaron?"
he nods, tossing every ounce of his rationality out the window. he leans in closer so that the next words spoken are done so against your parted lips, allowing you to lap them up and savor them. he reaches down, prying your legs open so he can dip a hand between them and confirm the mirrored arousal. "always, sweetheart. i've got you."
WARNING THIS POST CONTAINS A DARK CONCEPT: STEPCEST + DRUGGING, IMPLIED NONCON, YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR OWN. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!
Stepdad aaron hotchner who roofies his stepdaughter to stop her from going out
Aaron fucking hates it when you go out, absolutely despises it, you wearing those short ass dresses, heels, nothing to protect yourself.
He tells himself he’s doing this to protect you, as he puts the small tablet into the drink he made you. He knows you, he knows you like to have at least one before you go out, to loosen yourself up a bit.
The FBI agent in him is screaming at him for doing this, it is illegal, you could press charges and he could lose his job as a result, but he knew you wouldn’t. The desire to protect you always overtook the rational side of his brain. And he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. Especially when he tiptoes into your room at night to use your body, and you let him.
When you come down the stairs you smile at seeing Aaron, he’s taken to making your pre-nightly drinks, at first you thought he’d done something to it but after a month you’ve came to enjoy the sentiment. Especially since you knew his opinions of you going out.
“Evening, Aaron.” You say to him, smiling as you lean over the kitchen island, facing him.
“Evening, sweetheart.” He smiles at you, finishing up the drink he’s making you, he looks at the glass to make sure the pill had dissolved completely before sliding it to you.
“What have you made for me tonight?” You ask him, taking a small sip of the drink, Aaron watches you intently before responding.
“Oh just something I thought up, it has a pink lemonade vodka I thought you’d like.” His eyes follow your mouth as you take another drink of it.
“I do like it! Its pretty sweet for vodka too.” Aaron just nods.
“What’re your plans for tonight? Anywhere special.” He eyes the sparkly red dress you have on, a drastic change from your simple black dress. You shake your head ‘no’,
“Just wanted to spice things up a bit…” you tell him, and he hums, he’s stalling, it’s been about three minutes since you took your first drink, the drug takes effect in five, at least thats what he was told.
You knock back the rest of the drink, thanking him for it before you push off the island. Almost immediately you stumble, bracing yourself on the island again.
“Sweetheart, are you alright?” Aaron rushes over to you with feigned worry, checking to make sure your alright.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay just…dizzy…I typically don’t get tipsy this fast…” in another second your collapsing, Aaron catches you before you hit the ground. Bracing you with his arm before picking you up bridal style.
“I don’t think you should leave the house tonight, your certainly not in the state for it.”
You nod, your whole body felt heavy, you assumed that maybe you were sick and just hadn’t realized it yet.
“Lets get you to bed baby.” Aarons voice becomes muffled as you slowly loose consciousness, slowly nodding and cuddling into your stepfathers chest.
Noticing your unconscious Aaron smiles wickedly, realizing he was successfully able to drug you and you didn’t question a thing. He placed you gently in your bed he realized that he could do anything to you in this state, and you wouldn’t know, let alone feel it.
Hey, hope you're doing good 🤠 (been a while 😅) can I get stalker!Hotch for Twisted Tuesday? Maybe he saw reader on one of his morning runs and followed her around a while before finally making it to her apartment and cornering her there and then whatever you wanna write 🥺 thanks in advance 🫶🏾
hi baby !! i’m okay ,, how are you ? <3
i kinda took it in a bit of a different direction but i feel like it sucks :’) hope you like it babe <3
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aaron always saw you when he was on his run through the park. you would be there with your pup, playing fetch. after the first time he saw you, he fell in love with you. and he knew that he had to snatch you up before somebody else did.
so that’s when it began. he thanked the heavens that you were so naïve and oblivious—though he was a federal agent. you never had a chance to notice him even if you wanted to.
he was always a few feet behind you, never letting you out of his sight. he seemed nice enough, and as luck had it your dog had gotten lost after you the the frisbee too far one day, and aaron brought him back. that’s how he got your name and number, stealing a quick pic of the pups collar before carrying him back over to you.
that’s when his obsession got deeper. he began to track your phone. but not just the location—he looked at your search history and your text messages, and once he’d found out that you had no boyfriend, and you had just recently moved to town with no family in the state or anywhere near.
he knew that he had his in. he began sending you anonymous and threatening letters. flowers to your house, pictures of you with hearts all over them. he made sure that you knew he wanted to own you—but he also made sure that it would never be able to be traced back to him.
one day, it finally all comes to a heed. you walk into the office of the bau, standing in the bullpen and murmur out a timid “mr. hotchner?”
aaron swears he feels his cock harden and his pants become impossibly tighter. he clears his throat, adjusting himself and looking at you. “yes?” he asks. he leads you to his office once you tell him you’re having a problem. you sit in front of him and explain to him how you think you have a stalker. that he’s been sending you letters and flowers and weird pictures and you’re scared.
aaron’s cock becomes impossibly harder when he hears your voice cracking in anxiety. “please help me…” you end with a soft whimper.
“oh sweetheart” he puts on a faux frown. “don’t you worry. i’ll get an agent to watch your house every night” he hums. “better yet… i have a guest room. why don’t you come stay with me? that way we know you’re *really* safe” he nods.
“really?” you ask softly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
“of course, honey” he whispers, pulling you into a hug. “i promise i won’t let *anything* harm you” he mutters lowly as he smirks, rubbing your back.
stepdad!hotch with THE PORN FROM OUR DMS BABE.. please i beg u - stepdad hotch with a reader who comes home after curfew and wriggles into bed beside him and straddles him like he's hers so he decides to make her his 🤭
your suppressed smile nearly peeks through your stoic facade when hotch's bedroom door creaks open when you step through it, the lingering aroma of the joint you previously smoked immediately announcing your arrival. with your mother's absence, it only made sense to exploit the freedom, even if it meant being met with your grouchy step-father. the floorboards groan with your added weight when you pad across the silent room, the sheets rustling when you peel them back. "aaron?"
it's a tentative whisper, the trepidation of his anger tainting the inquiry when you slide into the warm bed. your limbs clunk messily against hotch's heavy ones, your ankle hooking with his as you wriggle in closer. "are you awake?"
the dull glow that the moon provides from the open window is enough to reveal the disappointed frown that the man sports, and that's answer enough. "you did the one thing i asked you not to do." he chides immediately, but juxtaposes the authority with a docile thumb that graces over the swell of your cheekbone. "you're being reckless."
you weigh into the soothing embrace, lips parting when the finger pushes at your bottom lip to accept it into your warm mouth. aaron's cock pushes stiffly against the starchy material of his briefs when you suckle firmly at his thumb. you squirm in closer, rolling your tongue over the thumb slotted into your mouth, draping a leg over his hip to properly turn him onto your back.
he grunts with the effort when you weasel yourself into a comfortable position, backside pushing against the growing bulge in his briefs. "and you're late. you're an hour past curfew."
but you're beaming, taking his wrist in your two hands to anchor the appendage in its spot around your jaw, hips gyrating against the cock that's providing delicate friction against the lacy fabric of your newly-purchased panties. your beaming grin around his thumb is a retort in and of itself, but you speak to further prove your point. "i haven't been very good, have i?" you preen, dropping your hands down to the taut waistband of his briefs to toy with the elasticity of it.
the man swallows thickly, testing the waters by pushing the thumb further down your tongue until you nearly gag around the circumference of it. your fingers still momentarily, already tickling at the neatly trimmed curls at the base of his cock, serving as a pillowy cushion for the weighty girth. "punish me, won't you?"
hotch groans through clenched teeth, swiping a thumb over your pelvic bone with his free hand. "you would like that, wouldn't you?" he finally responds after a heavy minute. "everything you've done has led up to this point and you couldn't be more happy. i knew you'd cave, sweetheart. you always do. now take my cock out, darling, i know you know how."
