Hi Millieeee ❤️ ok, so I had this idea. I remember you posted about corruption kink with Hotch a while ago and I was wondering if you could write something with that? Maybe with breeding kink?
I trust your brain will come up with something!
Thank you ILYYYSMMMM ❤️❤️
i dug this out of the pit in my drafts because i thought it might fit, but now that i think about it... it's not so much corruption kink??? but i hope you like it anyways!!
MDNI!! a very filthy blurb incoming
pairing | aaron hotchner x fem!reader
warnings | dark!hotch, breeding kink, disgusting language lol, crying, free use undertones??, dumbification? office sex, clothed sex (but i don't think it's specified) pet names (darling, sir, good girl)... yeah yeah
word count | 474 (this is way too short i know)
...i could definitely be threatened to write this into a full fic.
"Look at me," he commanded with a growl, his voice coming from somewhere behind you—above you.
You wanted to comply, needed to. Desperately. However, the ability to control your body, to move it to his liking, had instead turned into a pathetic symphony of whines and incoherent noises. It was like your mind had transformed into jelly, and spiked with the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you—viciously.
Aaron grabbed your jaw and forced your face to twist back. He cooed as your glazed eyes finally found his, tears staining your cheeks, "God, so pretty, all stupid for me."
His hand landed on your cheek once—twice—emitting a small whimper from your lips. It wasn't harsh, it barely stung, but it was firm enough to remind you of your position. You were at his mercy and his alone. No one else would do this to you, ever. No one else would ruin you like he ruined you—you were his to use.
He buried himself deeper, pushing all the way in and then some, before he stilled completely. Aaron bent forward, his chest pressing against your back, and purred in your ear, "gon' take it like the good girl you are?"
You managed to nod, mouth parting to form a reply—though the words were replaced by sounds only the devil would recognize. His cock felt so big, so thick, as he picked up his pace. An unforgiving, relentless hammering of his hips.
A delicious kind of pain from the way he stretched your walls, it was an addictive form of torment. It hurt—wonderfully, so good you could cry.
You were so warm and tight around him, it felt like he was suffocating. It was dizzying—so much so, he suddenly found himself understanding the appeal of erotic asphyxiation. Aaron's head fell back with a curse, his hands landing on your hips with a bruising grip as he painted your insides, as he filled you up with his cum. Just as he had planned.
As he pulled out, your cunt clenched around nothing, pushing out the wetness he had so graciously put inside of you. He clicked his tongue with disappointment, his fingers gathering the white strings threatening to drip onto his desk, and plunged them back into you, "no, you know better than this."
You stifled a sob behind your palm, thighs shaking as he pushed his fingers deeper, harshly. Aaron snarled, his thumb circling your sensitive clit, "we do not let it drip out, darling. Understand?"
He kept his fingers still, carefully ensuring you were filled to the brim and stayed like that, as his other hand moved to pull your hair. "Do. You. Understand."
Forcing your glassy eyes open to look back at him, tears rolling down your cheeks—you smiled sweetly, "yes, sir."
wrote this months ago, but i'm in a state of burnout so... let me know your thoughts <33
Did I see this ask and immediately wrote this in one sitting? Yes. No shame. Thank you anon, for this. This was so much fun to write, please tell me your thoughts!!
pov ⎮ Third person
disclaimers ⎮ Everything I write is intended as adult content. Please do not read if you are underage or sensitive to such.
warnings ⎮ perv!hotch????, she/her pronouns used, no mentions of name, some description of clothing, horny adults but what did you expect from me
word count ⎮ 2k.
Enjoy! Love, Millie <3
The cardboard boxes were balancing against the wall of the hallway, the door wide open to the apartment across from his. It was getting late and the unit chief was tired after a long day, yet curiosity got the best of him as he knocked on the doorframe. The poor girl jumped at the sound, she turned towards him and pasted a polite smile on her slightly sweaty face. Aaron scanned the new girl, probably half his age, and she was only wearing shorts and a tank top that barely covered anything. It was a dangerous thing to leave a door open so lightly clothed, he had seen enough disgusting men out there to know she would easily be desired. By them, of course.
Yet, he could not complain.
She walked up to greet him and her tits bounced with every step. Not that he noticed. Her outstretched hand found his, her lips looked soft in that wicked smile as she introduced herself. He mentally cursed at his distant mind and straightened, “Aaron,” he said as he shook her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Aaron.” The girl in front of him licked her lips, his name had just left those, yet he wondered what they felt like.
“I hope the boxes aren’t taking up too much of the hallway?” She turned her neck to look out over them, biting her cheek in thought. “It’s fine, this hallway is just ours,” Aaron tried explaining and quieted. The word ours felt sinful on his tongue. He did not know this young woman, they had no relationship besides now being neighbors. It should not be this hard to have a conversation, he was overthinking and she knew by the look of amusement on her face.
“Lucky for me, then, that this hallway is just ours.”
Her gaze landed on his watch, he watched her as she reached out to lift his arm so she could get a better look. “It’s almost midnight?” Her brows furrowed, spinning to assess the remaining mess, “I have to get up early tomorrow and my boxes aren’t even inside the apartment!”
Aaron contemplated for a moment, he too had to be up early in the morning, just like every other morning. Still it seemed he was not capable of leaving someone when they needed help.
“I’ll help you get the boxes inside,” His voice was authoritative, yet the option to deny was still there, and she’d almost clenched her thighs. “Thank you,” She said sweetly, her cheeks a little pink. “Give me a minute to change,” Aaron fished his keys out of his coat, “And I’ll bring a bottle of wine, a better one.” She followed his amused gaze to the half empty bottle on the kitchen countertop, and bit her lip with a guilty look back at the man walking out, “Do you perhaps have a glass or two as well?”
He only chuckled before the door to his apartment shut behind him.
For a moment of silence she watched the door, her mind racing with thoughts she would entertain later. With quick steps to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror and brushed her hair behind her ears. It was not that bad, if she could judge by the way his pants tightened when he checked her out.
He was oozing authority, and the age gap between them was not helping her fantasies. She did not know anyone here anyway, what was the harm? This apartment was at least 40 minutes away from campus, and the internship was at least 20 minutes in the opposite direction.
Aaron was deliciously handsome, and she wondered how close she could get him before the night ended.
His hands trembled slightly as he hung up his coat, along with the dark jacket of his suit followed by his tie. He unbuttoned the top of his grey shirt and inhaled deeply, suddenly remembering how to breathe properly. It was inappropriate to have such thoughts about someone so young, so full of life, so full of breasts – he ran a hand through his hair.
Aaron stepped out of his apartment with a bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other, closing the door behind him with a nudge of his elbow. Her steps quickened as she approached to take the glasses from him. The man towered over her this close. He fought a smirk as she thanked him for bringing the glasses, at the blush that painted her face betraying her secret agenda.
He watched her scramble to the kitchen to search for an opener, the two glasses placed on the counter. She huffed in defeat with a slight pout on her soft lips, the guilt in her eyes as they met him, had him chuckle. Aaron reached his large hand to his pocket, not missing the way she followed it, and pulled out the opener he had grabbed just in case. The delighted noise that left her mouth had his eyes darken. “A man who comes prepared, what more can a girl beg for?” The wicked grin grew on her pretty face as he sat the bottle on the counter and opened it. He noticed it, the word choice, and she knew he would. Not ask, beg. Aaron narrowed his eyes at her, savouring the sight of her nearly squirming with anticipation. “Where do I put the boxes?”
It was an hour of him picking up, carrying in and putting down the remaining stuff. An hour of her attempting to sort through some of them, rather an hour of eyeing the way his arms flexed under the fabric of his shirt. And how his jaw tightened when he caught her staring, like he wanted her to think it was disapproval and not the restraint of his own sinful mind. She had noticed his breath hitch when she bent over to pick something up, how his hand clenched when she reached to place a book on the tall shelf. Then her mind spiralled in wonder of how his hand would feel on her throat.
The bottle was empty, currently standing on the small table that at some point would act as her coffee table. The couch would arrive in a couple of days, the only seating she had was her bed, thankfully empty of boxes. The bedroom was a little small, but there was enough space for the bed and the giggly girl on top of it. Aaron watched her from against the doorframe with his arms folded on his chest. Her legs dangled from the bed as she eyed him, the flush on his cheeks told her he was bordering tipsy as well. “Thank you,” she licked her lips, eyes trailing down his body, on his hand running through his hair, “For the hand.” Fuck. She closed her eyes, and tried again “For giving me your hand?” It somehow did not sound better. The rumble of his laugh was not a comfort either with her mind tumbling over the looks of his hands. How did the saying go?
“You’re welcome,” his voice was heavy, so hot and heavy her lips parted with a sigh. “What would it take for you to kiss me?” The question left her before she could think it through, her eyes widened in silent panic and she stood. He chuckled at the look on her face, weighing his response for a moment, “What would you do?”
Aaron’s question was empty, it took every ounce of his pride to keep his lips to himself, but curiosity was always his downfall.
She hummed as she contemplated, taking the step that remained between them, “Anything that would get you to kiss me.”
The hand she had been drooling over lifted to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes fluttered at the warmth of his body, the softness of his voice. “We met not even two hours ago,” he tilted his face closer to hers as she whispered her response, “Even better.”
Aaron’s lips crashed to hers with a groan, her hands tangled in his hair as she whimpered into his mouth. His hands gripped her hips and slid under to lift her up against him, her teeth biting his lower lip as she pressed herself against his hard dick. The force of his lips against hers had a shiver run down her spine, he swallowed every sound she made and savoured them. His kisses trailed her jawline, continued down and bit on the skin between her neck and her shoulder. The sinful noise from her lips landed between his legs.
Aaron sat down on the edge of her bed, his lips back on hers to drink in every little noise. He snaked his hand between them, his fingers danced over the burning ache that had her whimper and grind her hips for any friction. “God, I would do anything for your hands.” The plea had almost finished him.
His phone rang in his pocket, he let it ring for a moment, in hopes it was not of importance, but he knew better. Every fiber of his body protested as he pulled away, breath heavy as his forehead leaned against hers, his phone ringing in his pocket. She smiled softly and offered her understanding as she slid down to her feet.
“I’ll see you around?” He asked, really dreading leaving her, especially with the tent in his pants. The gleam in her eyes helped ease his dread, and she smiled with a promise “I’ll see you around.”
It was her first day at the internship she had worked so hard to get.
The building was bright and quiet, the FBI really was drowned in paperwork she noticed to herself as she made it through the various hallways. She tried pulling her hair up to a professional bun this morning, but the image was instantly less professional with the bruise on the bottom of her neck. If she turned her head too quickly, anyone would see, and Spencer would most definitely comment on it if she was not careful. Speaking of Spencer, she saw him the moment she rounded the corner, stepping out of the elevator. The light shone in his eyes as she greeted him, and they walked together into the bullpen while chatting about the thesis they both had to write for this semester.
“You got a girl, pretty boy?” A tall handsome man cut into the conversation between them, stretching out his hand to greet her. Morgan elbowed Spencer, “So this is the new intern you’ve been talking non-stop about?”
She was technically assigned to sort cases, to prioritize and analyse and what not, she had gone through her first few and needed to drop them off to JJ, if she remembered her name correctly. Her arms held the files to her chest, careful not to drop them as she mused at the bickering in front of her.
Footsteps sounded from behind her, earning the silence from the boys in front. “Reid, have you-” She turned towards the low voice, the man behind it stiffened as his gaze met hers, and flickered down to the mark on her neck. His mouth felt dry, like he could still taste her skin, before his face went blank. She tried to fight the blush crawling to her face, but judging by the looks from Spencer and Morgan, their eyes wide as they glanced between the unit chief and the intern, she knew the blush was visible.
“Aaron,” She smiled the same wicked way she did the day before, “Thank you, again, for your help yesterday.” He contemplated for just a moment before offering her a slow nod, his eyes gleaming with mischief “No problem, let me know when you need a hand again.”
Her lips parted and he turned around and walked back to his office.
I love love love your Hotch fic!!! I saw you were open for ideas so I thought I would try! Aaron Hotchner watching the new young neighbor move in, drooling over her and they end up shamelessly flirting (and maybe even:))) The next day she is walking in to the fbi, on her first day of internship for her studies and he stops in his tracks and everyone just looks up at him like??????
oooomg I can’t stop thinking about this
I LOVE THIS. I immediately sat down and wrote this in one sitting, I really hope it's something!! And, thank you so much, it means the world to me!
I hope to write more, so keep these ideas coming!!!
also what's your favorite fic or sentence you've written? if you have one of course
(anon from the ask about playing with fire 🥵❤️)
ohhh this is such a fun question!!
okay for the fic....... i'm going to say with a little spice is definitely the most special to me<33 i don't know what it is, but just the vibes?? the carefree-ness? i love love love nyc!baker! reader with my whole heart
for the sentence... the one that comes to mind rn is from playing with fire actually, and it's: "this is what capitalism could have been." i was laughing my ass off writing that (thank you sociologist millie)
it's also the best example of when i'm writing and my stupid brain makes a connection that (hopefully not) is only funny to me, and i leave it in there!<33
thank you for your questionsss this was actually really cute <3
