Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, protected sex, period sex, stepdad!hotch, use of princess honey and sweetheart, daddy kink, slight teasing. I think that's all but let me know if I missed anything!
Word count: 1.2k
Pairing: stepdad!hotch x fem!reader
A/n: Stepdad!hotch fucking you on your period to help you feel better. I always have daddy kink for stepdad!hotch 👀. This was the original thought that inspired this fic.
Aaron comes into your room and sees you looking miserable in your bed. He knows your periods are always so painful and nothing ever really seems to help ease the pain. But he read somewhere that orgasms can relieve it sometimes. Maybe it's worth a try.
"Hey, princess. Still hurts?" He asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed. His hand immediately finds its home on your back when you roll onto your side to face him. You just nod and curl in on yourself, sniffling as you do so. It hurts Aaron to see you like this, but he knows it's not nearly as bad for him as it has to be for you.
"Do you want me to help take the pain away?" His voice sounds so soft.
Your head perks up at the possibility of relief, but you're suspicious because nothing ever works. "How?"
Aaron rubs his hand up and down your side slowly. "Just let me show you, honey. You want daddy's help?" His voice is slightly darker now and it makes butterflies erupt inside of you and your thighs clench together instinctively as you nod your head again.
"Yes, please make me feel better, daddy."
He always loves how easy it is to get you to slip into your submissive role for him. You belong to him and you both know it.
"Of course, princess. Whatever you want." He mutters as he helps you roll over onto your back now. His hand gropes and kneads at the bare flesh of your thigh. You ditched your pyjamas an hour earlier in the midst of your extreme discomfort and irritation with how they felt. Your thighs try to close around his hand when he lets his hand slide between them but he pushes them open again and you try to keep them that way.
"Let me grab a towel before we go any further, okay? I'll be right back." He squeezes your thigh before getting up to go grab a towel and when he comes back he sets it out on the bed. You had removed your underwear and any products when he was gone. He wouldn't have cared had he seen you do it, but you didn't know if it would feel awkward, so you chose to do it quickly when he was grabbing the towel.
Aaron helps you get situated with the towel under you and he rubs his hands along your body in an attempt to help you relax a little more. He starts kissing you and slowly moves to the corner of your lips and then your cheek, your jaw, right behind your ear and then briefly catches your earlobe between his teeth and letting it go to move his lips down to that spot on your neck that makes your pulse quicken.
He begins trailing down your body and he rubs your abdomen when you wince from the cramps. You stop him when he starts getting lower and you shake your head. He was just going to kiss up your thighs, but you don't want him looking down there right now.
"No no. Just...fuck me. Please."
Aaron smirks when you ask him to just do you and to stop with working you up. He also knows you're likely embarrassed on some level about what will be happening here shortly.
"Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart." He mumbles against your belly before climbing off of you and then he removes all of his clothes and rolls a condom on before slotting himself back between your thighs. He pushes them open, and it doesn't take long for him to press into you.
It's a little painful at first but he eases into you gently to avoid causing you more pain than what you're already experiencing from your cramps. Once he is fully seated inside of you, he lets you adjust as he groans from how warm you feel around him. He personally wouldn't have had any problem with not using a condom, but he knows you can get shy and insecure, and he wants to do whatever he can to avoid you feeling embarrassed for the mess you'll inevitably be making.
He likes to make you squirm and even now he can't help that need he has to make you wait. He doesn't move until you're squirming beneath him and practically begging him to start. He finally does, and he shushes your little begging whimpers.
"Okay, princess, okay. Just calm down. I'll take care of you, just like I always do. Right?" He asks and looks down at you before kissing the pout off of your face and chuckling. He starts slow again to ensure you're comfortable and ready for more before he gets to the harder thrusts that he knows you enjoy.
When you are left as a moaning mess under him, he knows he can go a little faster now. He paws at your tits and rolls your nipples between his fingers before bringing his lips to wrap around one of them. It has you throwing your head back and his free hand goes to cradle the back of your head.
The feeling of Aaron's cock sliding in and out of your cunt feels even more intense right now and it may be one of the most amazing feelings you have ever experienced. The way he is stroking your walls is definitely distracting you from the pain that you've been feeling for the past day and a half.
Aaron relishes in the sound of your moans each time he thrusts into you so deeply that it makes you see stars. The feeling of you arching up into him and the way you clench around his length so tightly has him on edge already. It seems more intense for him right now too and he can't wait for his release, but he has to hold off for as long as he can because he didn't get to prep you the way he likes which means you didn't get to cum on his tongue and fingers multiple times like you normally do before he takes you.
He reaches down to rub your clit and he whispers in your ear.
"Let go for me, princess. Let go for daddy."
You do so almost immediately. There's a rush of pleasure and warmth in your core as you cum and Aaron grunts with each thrust after that until he's spilling his own. He groans in your ear and lets out some hot and heavy breaths that fan across your neck where he is currently pressing his face.
"Are you feeling any better?" He asks as he kisses your neck a few times.
"Yeah, it helped a bit. Feels nice."
"Good. I'm always here to help." He kisses the side of your head this time and smiles a little as he wraps his arms around you. He breathes in your scent and closes his eyes for a minute. He wants to stay close for a little while. You never mind it. You actually prefer it when you both have the time. You also let your eyes drift shut after a few slow blinks.
Aaron takes care of you after that. He cleans you both up and he snuggles with you. He may love being dirty with you but he really cares too. He wants you to be okay and as pain-free as possible. You manage to fall asleep in his arms now that your cramps have eased up a lot more and you have sweet dreams of him, along with the occasional filthy one too.
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."
A/N: I don't know if you wanted smut, but that's what happened...
MINORS DNI
Pairing: Stepdad!Hotch x Fem!Reader
Warnings: jealous HOTch, age gap, forbidden romance, smut, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, implied praise kink, implied sir kink if you squint, etc. (lmk if I missed anything)
Word count: 3.7k
You were not entirely certain whether this was a dream.
You didn’t know how you had ended up pushed against the back of this precise stall door, at this elegant restaurant that enforced a formal dress code.
You didn’t even know how you had ended up with your stepdad’s firm thigh between your legs.
You couldn’t explain how you had found yourself grinding down on it like there wasn’t the slightest chance you’d leave a trail of your evident arousal on his dark slacks.
What you did know was that you were approximately 30 steps away from your table, where your mom and your boyfriend were undoubtedly still discussing historical marvels.
You were about 20 seconds away from the spot where your boyfriend had absentmindedly caressed your thigh beneath the table while he continued to bore you to death with the specifics of fossilization processes.
You had excused yourself from the table, your boyfriend had squeezed your hand lightly before you had headed towards the bathroom.
You had to devote your focus to something other than the other tablemate there who had also remained mute while your mom and your boyfriend chatted the night away.
It was all in vain because it had taken Aaron roughly thirty seconds to join you, and about two more seconds for him to lock the door behind him.
You had managed to stare at him perplexed for a few seconds before he had pulled you into a stall, and before you could question the whole thing, Aaron had cupped your cheeks into his hands, muttered “fuck it” under his breath, and pinned you against the door.
His lips had crashed onto yours forcefully, the scorching kiss tipping your entire world on its axis. You had clutched the lapels of his expensive jacket to cling on to something as his delightful lips rattled your foundations enough to make your knees buckle.
And somehow, you were still baffled as to how you had gotten here.
It was a sloppy kiss at best, urgent and forbidden, nevertheless, it was phenomenal. There was an awkward clash of teeth and tongues performing the type of waltz you recognized required two outstanding but enthusiastic performing artists, but despite the lack of rehearsal, this choreography was breathtakingly glorious.
If Aaron didn’t let on soon, your lips would become puffy and red in no time. His mouth was unforgiving as it battled with yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip right before his tongue gently brushed yours.
He tasted like the fancy scotch he’d been sipping, and when he hummed contentedly inside your mouth, as your tongues met and fought, your whole body tensed with pleasure.
You could feel adrenaline positively course through your veins the more he kissed you, the more you kissed him back.
There were a thousand reasons not to do this, and yet, none of them were good enough. There wasn’t a single reason that compared or measured up to the thrill and elation this kiss provided you. Finally kissing Aaron was akin to drowning in a sea of euphoric bliss, and you were strongly opposed to being rescued.
He sucked on your tongue, and a gruff howl resounded as you reciprocated, mercifully confined within both of your mouths.
The low sound shocked you both, and Aaron pulled away.
He didn’t look nervous or uncomfortable, and you breathed a little easier when you realized he was just trying to catch his breath.
You offered him a sympathetic smile, and Aaron cursed and kissed your cheeks before he nestled his nose in the crook of your neck.
His chest was heaving, his rough and soft edges meeting yours as he struggled to draw in a full breath. You shivered as he panted, his warm breath fanning over your neck.
You kissed his temple, a softer moment in the midst of this chaos, and immediately, his mouth was rightfully reattached to yours.
This kiss was smoother, and you purred and surged forward as his wandering hands caressed your back and your ass, a rush of raw desire consuming you as you mewled his name when he squeezed your butt.
You’d craved this for so long, and here he was, swirling his tongue around your mouth and tracing every ridge with the tip of his tongue as if he intended to draw this from memory once it was over.
As his chest heaved and pressed against yours, Aaron stopped kissing you and glanced at your eyes in quick succession.
You were aware this was a silent check-in, and to reassure him that you wanted him just as much as he seemed to want you, you grabbed his ass and squeezed.
There was practically nothing beautiful about this whole thing, yet his dazzling smile and sparkling eyes succeeded to create the most exquisite picture you’d ever seen.
He captured your lips in a searing kiss again, and the dull throb in your lower abdomen rapidly became too overwhelming to ignore. With his thigh tightly wedged between your legs, you couldn't help but continuously shove your pussy down onto it, rolling your hips to try and relieve some pressure.
Your frenzied thrashing was unsustainable, yet you had to try and lessen the discomfort for a moment.
Luckily, Aaron facilitated your movements when you slowed down, his hands gripping your waist to guide your frantic writhing.
You truly wondered how you had ended up chasing your peak on his flexing quadriceps, but the fluttering in your cunt halted all other thoughts, especially when Aaron seized your ass and hoisted you up. Your legs instinctively encircled his waist, and you buried your hands into his hair as he assaulted your neck with his teeth.
He gasped when you scratched his scalp, his shudder almost violent as his clothed erection collided with your core.
Actually, if you were perfectly honest, you knew exactly how you had ended up here. This had been months in the making. A few months of lingering looks, another few months of sometimes delicate and friendly touches, and then a few more months of friendship that always seemed to be more.
You spared a thought for the two people at the table, the two people you were hurting by engaging in this. But then Aaron sucked another bruise on your neck and you accepted that you were incapable of stopping this.
Regardless of the repercussions, you wanted him and you wanted this. But even if you doubted your boyfriend and your mom would come looking for you, you still had to be quick and efficient considering the circumstances.
People were bound to complain if they wanted to use the facilities since the door was locked, and while the stall offered some privacy in the event that someone did enter, you were still behaving recklessly on every front.
You would have to be quick, as much as you wanted to savor this.
Aaron unexpectedly let you down and he backed away, turning to put the lid down before he sat on top of it and gestured for you to get onto his lap. You lifted your dress up enough for it to have it sit comfortably around your waist, exposing your lace panties to your stepdad right before you lowered yourself onto his lap.
Aaron kissed you like a starved man again within seconds, and he kissed you as if your lips were the only meal he’d ever care about. It was hungry, unrehearsed, and far from coordinated. But it was also the first time someone had managed to make your limbs tremble because of a kiss. It was the first time you were experiencing a trail of goosebumps running up your spine as someone’s fingers grazed your skin.
He traced your jawline with his lips before he carefully planted kisses on your throat and shoulders, suckling on your pulse point before he nibbled at that spot below your ears.
He was lighting you up from the inside out, sweltering heat scorching your veins with desire. You attempted to press down on his erection a little more, but his fingers dug into your hips, clawing at your clothed skin and surely leaving bruises there from the strength with which he kept you in place.
“You deserve so much better than that boy, sweetheart. You know that, right?” he growled.
You knew Aaron didn’t like your boyfriend. He had been quite vocal about it, too. But you had used that poor guy because you wondered whether you could make Aaron tick, whether you could make him lose it. You had manipulated him to see whether Aaron would give in.
Who, consequently, truly deserved better?
“Aaron–” you started.
He bit your lip, drawing a bit of blood before he kissed you forcefully again. The familiar metallic taste was faint but present on his tongue as his lips lingered on yours, and his hands on your waist barred you from rolling your hips on top of him. You whimpered as he bit your throat, his digits more convincingly imprinting their mark on your hips the more you tried to writhe on top of him.
“You deserve to be worshipped,” he grumbled against your neck.
You nodded eagerly, too desperate for him to touch you where you needed it.
“Do you want me to try? Do you want me to show you?” he breathed.
“Yes,” you replied shakily. He could have said he wanted to kill you, and you would have offered him a gun and a shovel if it meant he would finally touch you.
“Do you, really?” he asked with a smug grin adorning his features.
“Yes. Please,” you whined.
“Tell me first… Does that boy make you beg? Can he even make you come?” he seethed. He licked the blood off your bottom lip before he sank his teeth into your shoulder with a groan.
He was somehow admitting he was jealous. It was a success. He had followed you in here because he was so consumed by lust and jealousy that he had stopped caring about right or wrong. Your plan, as twisted and morally wrong as it was, had worked.
You yelped as his teeth gnawed at the skin of your neck and shoulders, the pain mind-numbing but perfect.
You didn't even care that he was branding you for everyone to see. If you left this stall laden with purple bruises, covered with traces he had painted on your flesh, you wouldn’t care. You couldn’t care because you’d get to relive this for days.
You moaned as he suckled on the column of your throat, knowing full well your skin would be decorated with hickeys. He licked your bruises, planting tender kisses before he tasted your skin again, and you were unable to refrain from pulling his hair as he consumed you.
“Oh, god, Aaron.”
It made your head spin to think that although everyone would know you were someone's, only Aaron and you would know you were his, or at least that you had been for a little while.
You’d have to break up with your boyfriend before he could discover the bruises, and you’d have to avoid your mom for a few weeks after this, but fuck, if this was anything to go by, it was entirely worth it.
You felt Aaron’s hand in your hair before he tugged on it, his pupils fully blown as you met his stern gaze.
“Answer me,” he warned.
“He’s– No. Fuck…” you stammered.
Aaron flashed you a cocky smile. “I figured.”
Aaron’s fingers grazed your inner thighs, and you noticed your panties were already ruined. You were drenched, the fabric as wet as you were. If you weren’t careful, Aaron’s pants would be glistening with your juices soon.
He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your cunt. He beamed at you, making your breath hitch in your throat. He was so close and yet so far.
You were about ready to beg.
“Last chance to change your mind, sweetheart.”
You glared at him, grabbing his hand and shoving your pussy into it. “For crying out loud, just fucking touch me.”
He chuckled, his fingers caressing your wet folds so delicately that you were about to let out a string of expletives.
“Mmm… I guess we’ll have to teach you how to ask nicely, but I’ll let it slide this time,” he crooned, letting two fingers slide between your folds.
You hummed as he coaxed more slick out of you to coat his digits, and Aaron smiled at you as you sought to find more friction on his fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut as he arched his fingers inside you, his thumb barely touching your clit but enough to make your head roll back in ecstasy, pleasure simply blinding you.
“Look at me or I’ll stop.”
You nodded and braced yourself on his chest right as your body jerked violently, his fingers stimulating your g-spot with precision.
Maintaining eye contact was challenging, but you managed it. As Aaron's fingers repeatedly glided in and out of your body, you felt the coil in your stomach simultaneously tighten and release. Your climax struck you like lightning, but Aaron didn't stop, he merely slowed his onslaught.
His hand was soaked with your cum as he trapped your gentle screams inside his mouth, and your body went slack, failing to respond in kind.
Aaron proceeded to wrap his other hand around your throat, your legs quivering the more he worked, and he just smiled confidently as you held his gaze.
“That’s it. Good girl. Keep looking at me.”
His damn voice.
His damn fingers.
You wept because of how fantastic it felt to be lost in subspace, surrounded by all that he was. It was astounding to feel him strong and real underneath you, and this time, soon after the first one, you unintentionally and uncontrollably lost it, only aware you had orgasmed when you saw stars and when you felt a spurt of wetness pool out of you.
Aaron didn’t stop, though.
“We need another one, don’t we?” he cooed.
Tears welled up in your eyes some more as oversensitivity made it difficult for you to love this sweet agony, and the pleasure was so intense you weren’t sure your body could handle it anymore.
You whined, looking away.
His hand softly pressed around your throat, a gentle reminder to look at him. “Sweetheart, tell me how you will ever take my cock if you can’t even handle my fingers.”
He was right. Judging by the tent in his pants, you would need more than two fingers to accommodate him. And you wanted his cock more than anything else right now.
“More,” you pleaded.
He added another finger, and it was bordering on too much. You squirmed, adjusting to the stretch and sensitivity, doing your best to breathe through it.
He averted his gaze to look down at your pussy, and you looked down to watch his fingers disappear inside you. His digits were coated with your juices, and the stretch was pleasantly painful within seconds.
You purred, and Aaron looked up again.
You smiled at him, enjoying how he was so deliciously taking you apart.
“Look at you. So perfect,” he whispered.
You felt your climax start when pleasure tingled your extremities, utter bliss about to rush through your veins and envelop you.
“I’m–”
He silenced you with a gentle kiss before you could say anything, and he moved his hand from around your throat to cradle your face.
“Aren’t you a precious little thing?” he muttered.
Your vision blacked out right as you felt your pussy clench and flutter, and this time, when you came, you felt ridiculously empty. You giggled when you realized your cum was undoubtedly on his pants, and you vowed to offer him a dry-cleaning certificate in the next few days.
“Please… Just fuck me,” you whimpered.
Nothing was more important to you than to feel him. He was hot and heavy underneath you, and you could feel through his trousers that he was large and throbbing. You yearned to feel him bury his dick deep inside of you. You had to experience how his hot seed would paint your inner walls.
“Oh, sweetheart… We don’t have enough time,” he said apologetically.
He brought his hand towards his mouth, his tongue lapping at your juices before your eyes. “You are so delicious. It’s a shame we don’t have more time.”
You understood, though.
You got up, and you beamed at him when you saw his pants sparkling with your cum. You let your eyes wander on his slacks, and you licked your lips when you saw how he was straining the seam of his pants, the big bulge arousing you beyond measure.
“You should freshen up. I’ll take care of this,” he explained, gesturing to his erection. “It won’t take long, I’m close,” he added, his voice shaky and breathy.
You pouted. “I want to help.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “I guess you can watch.”
“Thank you.”
He palmed himself through his pants, pointing at the floor in front of him. “On your knees, sweetheart,” he groaned.
You got down on your knees in front of him, aware time was of the essence. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down around his knees.
Your eyes went wide as you took in his size, but you were too mesmerized by how absolutely perfect he looked to wonder whether you’d ever be able to have that inside you.
He was twitching, his thighs quivering, and the major vein was pulsating. Aaron wasn’t lying. He was close. The head even glistened with copious amounts of pre-cum, and if you had more time, you would have made sure to worship him, too.
He offered you his left hand, he quirked his eyebrows and he tilted his head to the side. “Spit.”
You spat in his hand and you let your hands roam over his thighs, caressing the coarse hair delicately.
A deep guttural groan resonated around the stall, and as he began to jerk off, you pondered whether he’d let you do a little more than just watch.
You didn’t care.
You leaned down, kissing his inner thighs as he worked his hand up and down his shaft.
His moans filled your ears, and you smiled against his skin.
You bit his thighs, opting to mark him as he had marked you, looking up at him as you branded him. He looked you directly in the eye, his jaw slack from pleasure and his lips parted, making way for his ragged breathing to scorch your face.
His neck was flushed and sweat gathered on his forehead. He looked magnificent and you smiled at him, making him surge forward.
“Open up,” he croaked.
He slipped easily in when you opened wide, pulsing almost instantly as he hit the back of your throat and your nose grazed his pubic bone, thus allowing you to swallow his load without much difficulty. His bitter-and-sweet cum coated your tongue, and you reveled in the fact that you both knew what the other tasted like.
You caught everything and you sucked a bit at the tip to milk more out of him. He hissed and groaned, his dick twitching violently as his hand tightened in your hair. You proceeded to lick him clean and you moaned around him because you had always enjoyed this part. Whatever people said, it was intimate and empowering to do this for a man.
Aaron pulled your mouth away and he leaned down to kiss you, the taste of his load still present on your tongue, but that didn’t seem to faze him.
“My good girl,” he praised.
You kissed for a few seconds before you got out of the stall. Aaron helped you straighten and readjust your dress, and you fixed his shirt and bow tie before you walked up to the huge mirror.
You wondered whether you’d recognize the person looking back at you, but reassurance encircled you before you could question your actions.
You locked eyes in the mirror.
You looked good together. There was no denying it.
“Break up with that boy. You don’t need him anymore.”
You furrowed your brow, and Aaron planted a small kiss on your bare shoulder, right where he had left bite marks.
“Sorry?”
Aaron kissed your neck softly before he met your gaze in the mirror again. “It worked. You have me.” He paused, his arms tightening around your waist. “Break up with him. No one touches you except me. Are we clear?” he growled.
You didn’t know how he figured it out, but you weren’t too surprised. He was the most brilliant man you’d ever met after all.
“Yes, sir,” you replied with a flirtatious smile.
Something dark flashed behind his eyes at that, and you couldn’t wait to explore it if he let you.
Aaron let you go, and you unlocked the door and were about to exit the bathroom when he brought you back in by the waist.
“I’ll tell them you weren’t feeling well. You can’t go back. I was…” he paused, giving you a cursory look, “very thorough.”
You were a work of art as far as you were concerned. You had seen it in the mirror, your body was covered in bruises he had put there.
You were his. For a few minutes, you had been his. And truth be told, you’d be his once you left this room, too.
You were about to ask what this meant, but you couldn’t talk about it here. You needed to leave this bathroom before someone pried it open or called the cops.
Aaron cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your velvety skin delicately. “I know where your apartment in the city is. Wait for me there.”
“But–”
He put his thumb over your lips, beaming at you with affection. “I’ll take care of everything. Just wait for me.”
You nodded, looking down. “Okay.”
Without peeking back, you left the bathroom. When you were certain no one was looking, you left the restaurant through the side entrance and beelined for your car.
You headed back to your apartment, and your mind swam in a sea of possibilities.
You weren’t entirely sure how you had gotten here, and you didn’t know where you’d be going from there, but one thing was certain, if you were dreaming, you didn’t want to wake up.
let's chat tonight! i've worked myself sick so on my bedrest I'm in the mood to get all cozy in bed and talk about my favorite boyfriends right now. please send me:
james potter x reader
sirius black x reader
dbf!hugh jackman x reader
dbf!aaron hotchner x reader
stepdad!hotch x reader
you can either send me your personal headcanons/snippets of writing that i'll add onto, or you can request something short from me for one of those people. i'd prefer if you kept them more soft than mean but whatever strikes your fancy i'd love to see. thank you for keeping me company while i'm sick !
to the anon who sent me that perv!stepdad!Hotch ask? holy 😩🦋🦋🦋 i am answering it!! i also got back from the dr and she gave me muscle relaxers, so ill be answering this in the morning hehehe 🤭 but I didn’t forget about you!
Could you write something ✨spicy✨ with step!dad Hotch? 👀👀 if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable of course ❤️
A/N: omgggg step dad hotch is my absolute guilty pleasure 🥵 but i find ~spicy~ so hard to write, but i’ve triedddddd for you. this is also totally inspired by TG’s instagram highlights.
Requests for blurbs are currently open here.
MINORS DNI.
“You won’t generate any power if you don’t turn your hips angel.”
His large hands are on your hips, fingers splayed over the waistband of your tennis skirt, and his hips are firmly pressed into you.
“Swing again” he instructs you, his mouth by your ear. You swing your arms and he guides the turn in your waist, his hips bucking forth ever so slightly into yours.
“Am I doing it right Daddy?” You purr, as you press yourself against him, the material of his sport shorts rubbing against the exposed skin of your thigh. You can feel the fast forming bulge in his short through the thin material of your tennis skirt.
“Better.” He hums, as he slides a hand down the side of your hip, and up the middle of your thighs. You gasp as a finger traces your slit along the tights of your tennis skirt, feeling the dampness that had begun to pool along the fabric of your tights. He grips the inside of your thigh and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips.
“Good girl sweetheart,” he mutters into your ear, “you listened to me this time and ditched the underwear.”
stepdad!hotch taking you and your mom out on a yacht that he has (bc daddy's got MONEY <33) and while she's asleep tanning on the deck(? idk yacht terms) he pushes your little bikini bottom to the side and fucks you, literally right next to her <33 you're trying so hard not to moan but he's eating your pussy so good and feeling so good with the way his stubble is scratching your thighs HHHHH omgomgomg and then he pulls out a plug he had in his pocket just for you <3 and pushes it into you and tells you to keep it in for the rest of the day <3
😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 "not so loud, sweetheart. daddy doesn't want you to get in trouble, okay? that's a good girl, need some help staying quiet, little one?" he shoves two long fingers into your mouth, watching as you slobber and drool on them with pretty tears in your eyes trying to stay quiet. "such a sweet girl for daddy, arent'you? gonna get you nice and full and you're gonna keep it all in."
