mafia hotch finding out he has a soft spot for the reader and being confused and slightly angry about it 🥹 (i love our man finding out he’s in love and mafia version?? 😵💫)
i love mafia hotch sm 🥹❤️🔥 this is so soft and sweet :")) feel free to request anything with mafia hotch! <33
i haven't really worked out the details for this so just pretend for now he's a double agent 😩 also might be ooc 🥲
hotch looked up from his desk, his hands paused as they flipped to the next page. it was utterly useless, he couldn't get much further than a few lines. he was too much in his head as he sighed and slammed the case files down, unable to concentrate on anything.
tonight was a big mission, he couldn't afford to lose his head so easily. he knew his team would be on the case which would only make it that much more harder, he couldn't afford to slack yet the only thing he could think of was you.
the frown on his forehead was unmovable, his face was unreadable as he moved his files away and reached for the half empty tumbler. he let the burn of the alcohol swirl on his tongue, inhaling a deep breath as he sank further into his seat.
hotch never claimed to be perfect, he knows his hands are scarred with the blood of many people. he knows his horrible path, he's manipulative and cruel and sly. with a flick of his wrist, he was able to have a person down in seconds. he was never a good guy, he never claimed to be.
but there you were, your annoying presence lighting up his day. perhaps that was why he never liked you
you saw him.
you saw your unit chief fight bravely for every case, working to the bone every night when everyone had already left. true, you didn't know the real reason why he did those things. but his mind liked to indulge in fantasies every so often, liked to think that you could possibly accept him for what he was. maybe you'd be the belle that tamed the beast? maybe this time someone would see the real him and stay? but love was for fools, he had to remind himself.
he hated you, he needed to.
you and your annoying presence, something he thought he could do without. being in the mafia was hard enough, living a life as a double agent was already risky. adding pleasure to the mix was a surefire way to death.... yet despite that all he couldn't seem to understand why he missed your presence?
a strange feeling entered him, something foreign. something he hadn't felt in years, a promise. promise of hope, promise of companion around this time. only the last time time he was this vulnerable to someone, she ended up being the biggest thorn in his side. so he forced it down, forced it to not rear its ugly head ever again. he promised himself he could never fall for another person, not like this. he would never put himself through that again.
hotch leaned back on his chair, his hand around his glass of whiskey. his head was ever so gently tilted to the right, his eyes sparkling under the lights. his heart thumped with an emotion he hasn't felt in years. he noticed something different about him in the last few years, a genuine smile.
I love how you write mafia Hotch !! Can you do one where he's in the middle of satisfying his girl and his team walks in with "important matters" and he's like "I'm in the middle of my own, handle it yourself" and reader gets more turned on by it ?? Please. ?
"What now!?" Aaron groaned as a group of his men walked into his office. His fingers curling against your spot as he kept working his magic on you. He had one arm wrapped around your waist, your legs spread wide open by his as you sat as still as possible in his lap. Your cunt was on full display to the five men.
They watched with hungry gazes as you rolled your eyes back into your head at the pleasure, hearing the mewls coming from your throat. How they wished that they were the ones to make you sound like that.
"There are some problems with one of the clubs." One of the men stepped forward, knowing that Aaron hated having you hear their business dealings as he used one of the man's code names for his undercover operations.
"And? Can't you see that I'm in the middle of something? You're fully capable of handling it yourself." Aaron stopped his movements for a brief moment as he scolded his men. You whined impatiently at him making him pull them out. Aaron's free hand landed a slap on your puffy lips, causing you to yelp out in surprise, but it somehow made you hornier. Slick almost dripping out of your already abused hole.
"I'm so sorry, sir. We'll figure it out." The man spoke with a lowered head. He licked his lips, something that didn't go unnoticed by Aaron as they walked out again.
"I bet you liked that you dirty whore. Now let's see where we left off." He grinned into your ear. His dark, raspy voice send shivers down your spine and made the pulse in your clit throb.
As he plunged his fingers back into you, the squelching sound of your juices filled the air, along with the pleasured screams of his name that you emitted every single time he made you come. He wanted everyone in the house to hear just how good he made you feel. Who you belonged to. This was nothing more than an ego booster for him right now, even though he loved you more than anything and would fall flat on his knees for you, you were still great at making his men jealous of his success.
my first and filthy thought about mafia!hotch is his big hands 😌😌😌 the way his gun basically disappear when he holds it and the way his hands would be able to fully graps whatever body part of yours he touches 😤😤
his big hands :") my favourite topic, i could talk about them all day 😙 they're so strong and veiny and thick, he's so perfect at fingering too 🤭
and he's so firm with his touch, his sweet caresses with his calloused hands <3 he treats you with the utmost care, handling you as if you were a delicate little thing. his world is tainted full of blood and guns but you, oh you're his sweet little beauty. the one thing he cherishes more than anything <33 at first he doesn't even want to touch you in fear he'll stain your gorgeous skin and your beautiful body :(( but the longer you stay by him, the more you pull him in. and his touch becomes lingering, he's so helplessly in love with the way you feel. he can never get enough <33 :")
(hello hope you're doing good 🤠) MAFIA HOTCH BUT HE "hates" READER. THEY'RE TURF ENEMIES OR WHATEVER AND HE ALWAYS HAS THE OPPORTUNITY TO GET RID OF HER ONCE AND FOR ALL AND TAKE OVER HER STUFF BUT HE NEVER TAKES IT CAUSE HE LOVES THE CAT AND MOUSE GAME WITH HER BUT HE REALLY GETS ON HER NERVES (kinda giving enemies to lovers or Batman and Joker if you squint lol)
OMG PLS 😵💫😵💫🫶🫶 i really want to write a more in depth version but tumblr deleted it 😭
hotch such a cocky bastard, he knows exactly how to get under your skin and he will test every limit in your body. to watch you snap or break, you're not sure which one. he has every means to dispose of you and your team, he knows every trick in the book. and being a bau profiler on top of that, he's almost unstoppable.
you're so sure he hates your guts, everytime he looks at you is with a frown or a manipulative smile when he knows he's gotten what he wants. he barely even acknowledges you unless it's to point out your faults and how you're too unfit to run a dangerous business. how he always threatens to swipe everything from under you, leave you in the dust
only you don't catch the small hint of the smike behind his facade, watching you for a second longer than he should. the small hint of emotion crossing his eyes when you reply back with a sparky comment, his mouth curving into the smallest hints of a smile when he sees your face crumpled up in anger. who knew anger could look gorgeous on someone? he dares wonder how you look with a smile, how you'd look like smiling to him? but those fantasies are too painful to imagine so he settles for the next best thing he gets.
he could overpower you, take everything you've ever built away, eliminate everyone who works for you in a second but he likes the competition. or rather he enjoys the company, your company. even if you're constantly scowling at him, it's better than nothing 🥹
A/N: REUPLOADING CAUSE TUMBLR IS BEING A BITCH AND DELETING/REARRANGING THE PARAGRAPHS EVERYTIME I CORRECT IT.
Warnings: Dark, mafia themes, murder.
It hit you, loud and clear from down the hall. Locked behind the hefty oak doors at the end of it. Their baleful laughter was loud enough to resonate through every crevice and corridor of the massive house. Loudest was the most well-known of them all. Aaron Hotchner. Also the most dangerous and in control of the group of men. Their noises frightened you. Knowing fully well that one shared look between the men could be your downfall.
Poker night happened once a month at the mansion. Aaron always hosted. No one wanted to cross him, not with his reputation. They didn’t want to end up as yet another name on the never-ending list of his victims. It was all they fought to stay away from as they obeyed his every word, scared that he would take over their districts in return for their disobedience towards him.
It had happened before, and it was sure to happen again. The last ones you remembered crossing Aaron were the men closest to your heart. Every single alarm clock in your head should’ve told you it would happen, but you were blind to the inevitable. The day that he arrived at your boyfriend’s condo, you were alone, but not for long.
The pounding sound of footsteps entering your temporary home, made you get out of bed that night. You wished you hadn’t gotten out of it at all. Maybe he would never have found you. But then again, you knew that at some point you couldn’t hide anymore. You were his target. He wanted you.
You had walked into the living room, wrapped up in your blanket in hopes of seeing your boyfriend on the couch, exhausted from another terrible day working for your father. Instead, you felt the pit in your stomach drop as you saw him. His black hair, the stoic look in his eyes as he loaded his gun, and worse of all, the calmness in his step. You locked eyes with your boyfriend, tied to one of the dining chairs. It wasn’t long before you noticed your father too, equally as restrained.
“(Y/n)! Run!” He yelled, panic-stricken as he watched your frozen form standing on the last step of the staircase. But it was too late for that. You were gone. Too afraid to move. Thoughts completely lost as you stood still, all rationality had left your body. You had only had to take five steps and you would’ve been out the door, you would’ve been safe. But he had other plans.
Striding towards you, Aaron Hotchner’s lips twisted into a maniacal smile at the sight of you. So frail, so angelic-looking to him in your hazy state. He could break you if he wanted to. Instead, he cupped your face with his gloved hand. The smooth leather was cold to the touch. You pulled back, but Aaron was quick to tighten his grip, locking you in place.
He led you towards the men in your life. Holding you against his chest. His nose was buried in your hair, smirking at the struggling men in front of you. He had the upper hand. and they all knew it. You were their greatest weakness. And you would be the end of them too.
“All this because you wouldn’t let me have her, Horace.” Aaron’s grip tightened around your waist. “Looks like I got my wish in the end, huh.” His chuckle was villainous, watching your boyfriend pulling at the ropes holding him, but it was to no avail, he would never get out in time.
With two painfully accurate shots, they were gone, and you weren’t. Finally starting to wake up from your trance, you struggled in Aaron’s grip, but he was far stronger than you. He tossed the unregistered gun on the table before pulling you out of the apartment with ease.
It was then that you realized you would’ve never have escaped him, seeing his henchmen standing on either side of the door, they would’ve caught you in a heartbeat.
Picking up on the sound of ice hitting the side of a glass, you knew it was time for another one. Aaron was the only one taking his liquor with a ball of ice of the men, and he wanted you to make him another one. It was his silent command for you to come.
Pushing your way through the oak doors, you were quickly at his side, bending over to press a kiss to his cheek. How he liked it.
“What would you like, sir?” You inquired, picking up the scotch glass. You already knew, but he wanted you to ask. He had trained you to. It was about the control. Where ever he went, he had control. And he liked to show his surroundings just how much control he had.
“I know what I would like.” It was the newest guy, you had only seen him once before. Surely, he should’ve known by now not to make comments about you or when you were around. It was Aaron’s highest valued rule.
Everyone could sense his anger, their heads snapping towards the newest member, they knew. Aaron was aggressive as he pushed himself up from the table, chair landing on the floor behind him.
You instinctively took a step back, although it did you no good. You could not hide your fright from the men. They were like bloodhounds, could smell it on you from a mile away.
“Bunny, go wait outside!” Almost like that night, you were frozen in your spot, barely registering anything at all. That was the first mistake. Aaron’s head snapped back, unable to hear the soft patter of your footsteps leaving the library.
“I SAID go wait OUTSIDE, Bunny!” He spat. Aaron was furious, not at you, but you were in his line of fire and frankly, he was seeing red. Somehow you managed to make your body back out of the room again, but it stopped once the oak doors had been closed behind you.
You stood like a statue, waiting. Bang. You flinched and dropped the glass in your hands at the sound of the gunshot. It shattered against the hardwood floors. You kept standing still. Somehow knowing that the glass would harm you if you moved. You were not to harm his property, that was one of his rules. Only he could do that.
The men left one by one until Aaron emerged as the last one. He saw the broken glass on the floor. He gathered you in his arms, knowing that the housekeepers and working men would take care of the clean-up. You were limp in his embrace, letting him handle you however he liked it.
“I think it’s time for bed now, bunny.” It was crazy how quickly the man’s mood could change, how soft he could suddenly become after such darkness and brutality had washed over your home. And you knew it was only an act, for you.
All you did was nod into his chest, agreeing with his suggestion as you let him tuck you in before he too got into the bed.
Next poker night would be one man less, unless of course... but that was not the case.
"I'm going to count to exactly five. Either you give me what I want, or I release her." Aaron sneered at the tied up man before him. He was a traitor, a lousy dog at best. He didn't need anything from him, he wanted to end it quick, lodge a bullet right between his eyes. But you wanted to play with him. And how could Aaron say no to you, his most precious treasure.
"Not her." The man begged, knowing fully well, that you were much much worse than Aaron was. He could be merciful at times, show a softer side. Not you, never. You were known as the widow maker amongst the men in Aaron's circle. And none of them dared cross you.
Mafia Hotch tucking you into bed with your favorite stuffed animal before attending a meeting.
You feel lonely and go to his office thinking that it’s just paper work and then you enter his office with your bear hugged close to your body and so on please!!!
long long long!!!!!
Aaron never broke a promise, never. So when you'd collected him in his office in the middle of a meeting, holding the keep case of Despicable me close to your chest, your eyes widened with the biggest, begging puppy dog eyes Aaron had ever seen, he followed you.
He made you change into your pajamas, or rather one of his old t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, before pressing play, knowing that you'd be tired once it was over, and made it easier on himself to get you to bed.
Your eyes were glued to the screen, your lips quirked in a smile, loving the small yellow pill-shaped beings. Aaron's hand was lazily scratching at the base of your neck, while the other was wrapped protectively around your frame, locking you in place in his lap.
He didn't pay much attention to the movie, not really caring for the cartoon, but he'd promise, and you were happy, which meant that he was happy.
"Time for bed Bunny." He gave your bum a small pat as the credits started rolling. You shifted your attention to him, looking like a wounded animal.
"Nuh-uh." You protested, pressing your head to his shoulder, slowly starting to doze off from the soothing rhythmic motion of Aaron's hand in your hair. With a few small tsk's and a shake of his head, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you bridal style to bed.
Getting you under the covers was easy enough, but getting you to stay under them proved harder. Flipping the sheets away from your body once he started to turn away and leave.
"Bunny!" He warned sternly, half of his face illuminated by the lamp on your nightstand.
"Please, stay." You whined, hoping that your little plea would be enough. Aaron sighed, walking out of the room for a while. He left the door open, signaling that he'd be back. You could hear him search through something on the other side of the hallway.
Upon return, you noticed the large stuffed bear in his arms. Your favorite. He had won it for you on your first date at the carnival. The faux fur-ish type of fabric was soft between your small hands as you let him wrap your arm around it.
Aaron tucked the covers up over your body again.
"Be good. I have some work to do. Then I'll come to bed too, alright?" He smiled at you, pecking the top of your head before he left the room.
You tried, really tried, to fall asleep. Tossing and turning, but nothing worked. Something was missing. Him. You waited for him, 30 minutes went by, then an hour, then two, until you couldn't take it anymore. You felt frustrated because you wanted to be good, wanted him to praise you. Didn't want to disobey him.
Figuring that he was consumed in paperwork, again, your fuzzy sock-covered feet dragged you out of bed and to his office downstairs. Your arms were wrapped around the bear, its little arms spilling over your own, and its legs dangling against your stomach.
Carefully you pushed the door open, sliding your body through the crack before closing it again with a soft click. When you turned around, all eyes were on you, and even though you knew the men, you still felt embarrassed. Aaron's expression softened as he saw the frustration burning behind your glossed-over eyes and the bear hugged tightly to your chest.
"C'mere." He softly said, almost whispering, as he patted his lap for you to sit down in. "Couldn't sleep?" He quirked a brow at you as you nuzzled yourself closer to his chest. His arms wrapped around your body, one hand placed on your bum, while the other rested in the soft fur of the bear.
"I was lonely. You were gone too long." You mumbled, your voice muffled by his chest.
"I know sweetheart. I know. C'mon now, you can sleep here." He murmured back at you, gently rocking your bodies synchronously with the beat of his heart.
David Rossi, his most trusted of men, smiled up at the little scene unfolding between the two of you. As you fell asleep, breath evening out and getting heavier, Aaron returned to the meeting, sending them a frowning look that said 'this stays between us' before picking up where he left off.
It was rare for Aaron to show any emotions, any sign of weakness in front of anyone, but you. The small gestures of humanity that his team occasionally got to see were enough to make them stay and endure his hard demeanor, and the tight ship he ran.
Girl!!! You've turned me into a whore for Mafia!hotch!!! But please do Mafia!Hotch "kidnapping" reader who's the daughter of one of his rivals, and he keeps her as his precious pet. He even brings her to his (Sicko) trusted doctor friend that takes care of all of his injuries for him, no questions asked, and he has her vetted and gps tracked so she can never escape from him. Maybe even forces her to wear a pretty collar.
Dark Mafia!Hotch concept under cut
I feel like he takes you to that doctor within the first few days of being his house pet. You're so scared when he takes you and has none stop been trying to find a way to escape him. So Aaron has had you under constant surveillance while you've been locked away in his mansion. But since he can't afford his men to be taken away from their respective positions all the time, and he also has business to attend to, he decides to bring you to one of his trusted allies.
And the black leather strap locked around your neck, adorned by a pink bow and fitted with a small bell and a heart-shaped tag does nothing from keeping you close to him since he knows that legally if you escape, he would be the one to pay the price. But it's still a fun little accessory that shows your position under him.
He has chained your wrists together to keep you from putting up too much resistance as the doctor chest you over for any bumps and lumps and checks your overall health. Aaron even permits him to make sure that you're sexually healthy by letting him finger you. It's humiliating to you and you keep struggling to get away, but it only makes the doctor's movements so much more painful.
Finally, when you're all checked over, he gets out something that looks almost like a piercing gun, but the needle is much bigger. He gestures for Hotch to sit down on the examination table with you in his arms. It's a precaution to make it easier for the doctor.
And Aaron tilts your head to the side, exposing your neck for him. The doctor is quick to shoot the tracker under your skin and patch up the hole to make sure it stays inside. Your small cries filled the room as Hotch's hand patted roughly down the length of your hair.
"Look, now you're never going to get lost from daddy." He smirked, it only made you try to wiggle away from him. But Hotch is a large man, and he's far stronger than you would ever be.
