#sub hotch

[artcake]

For the sketch asks 👀 Hotchreid with Bottom/Sub Hotch 👉👈

"let me take care of you..."

[wishuhadstayed]

Raining on Sunday

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 1.6K

Summary: reader helps Hotch unwind after a long case

Warnings: slight angst, language, soft smut, oral (female receiving), SubHotch, dirty talk, praise kink

Author’s Note: oh Jesus. My first attempt at smut. Please be nice 🥺 inspired by Keith Urban’s song Raining on Sunday. Highly recommend that you listen for the full experience!

(P.S. I am tagging my whole tag list, please note that this contains smut under the cut. If that’s not your thing, just let me know and I will keep you on the regular tag list, no hurt feelings! ☺️)

Masterlist

When Aaron came over after a long case, his mind was always preoccupied. Physically, he was sitting in the same room, but mentally he was a thousand miles away; haunted by horrors you could never begin to imagine.

“Aaron,” you whisper softly, placing a gentle hand on his thigh.

“Yes baby?” He inquires, covering your hand with his much larger one; your gentle touch bringing him back to the present.

“You had me worried there for a minute,” you reply. “I think you really need to relax. Let me help take your mind off of things.”

“What did you have in mind?” He asks with a devilish grin.

Rising up from the couch and reaching your hand out to him you reply teasingly, “I’ve got a few ideas.”

Taking your hand, the usually well in charge man lets you lead him down the hall to the bedroom; the sight of your softly swaying hips a mesmerizing sight.

As the door clicks shut behind him, rain begins to fall; washing away his last bit of restraint.

Before you can turn around, you feel him press against your back. His tongue finds a tender spot on your neck, making your knees go weak and heat pool between your thighs.

He lifts the hem of your shirt and you instinctively raise your arms, allowing him to slip it off and discard it on the floor; leaving your bare breasts exposed to the chill of the room.

He lifts you easily, placing your back on the bed with your lower legs dangling towards the floor. His lips press into yours for a wet, hungry kiss. Pausing momentarily, he drinks in the sight of your gorgeous body before resuming his trail of searing hot kisses down your abdomen.

As he kneels on the ground between your legs, you feel the pressure from his fingertips on your hips as he slides off your already soaked satin panties.

“So wet for me already,” he teases with a smile, bowing his head between your thighs and locking them in with his strong arms.

His skillful tongue finds your clit immediately and he moans as you writhe with pleasure; sending ripples of sheer bliss coursing through your body. You involuntarily grabbed a handful of his thick hair as your hips arched to meet his mouth.

As he continues his worship between your legs, he can sense your peak drawing near by your short gasps for breath. One last swirl of his tongue is enough to send you crashing over the edge.

Legs shaking and hands pulling at his hair you whimper, “Oh Aaron, oh god, AARON!”

As the last traces of your pleasure fade away, he comes up for air, still fully clothed, with a look a sheer, aching need.

“Baby,” he manages to whisper, placing his hands on your thighs.

His silent plea is heard and answered.

Both standing, you pull him in by his tie and suddenly the roles are reversed. Kneeling between his legs, you begin slowly stripping off his clothing.

You run your hand through his messy hair, down the nape of his neck until your palm cups his chiseled jaw. He turns his cheek into your palm, savoring the feel of your cool hand on his already flushed skin.

A look of painful longing graces his perfect face and you can’t help but indulge him, just a little. Leaning in, you brush your lips against his ever so softly and he responds with a low moan of desire.

You return to the business at hand, slowly loosening the knot of his tie, the silky fabric making it that much more difficult. You finally manage to undo the knot, leaving the tie draped loosely around his broad shoulders.

Leaning into him, your breasts press against his body as you reach your arms around his back, untucking the hem of his dress shirt from his painfully well-fitted slacks. You feel the rumbles through his chest as he lets out a low curse.

“Damn, I want you so bad.”

He’s not getting off that easy.

To his credit, he waits patiently, quietly eyeing your gorgeous curves as you unbutton his shirt.

“You’re being such a good boy for me honey,” you praise him, softly stroking his hair and pressing a tender, wet kiss to his neck.

“I think you deserve a treat,” you smile wickedly as you grab the hem of his undershirt.

Your fingertips graze his sides, sending shivers of anticipation through his body as you lift the fabric to reveal his scarred abdomen.

You could feel him tense with self-consciousness as your fingers traced one of the pale marks, but you had a different feeling entirely in mind for him.

You kneel once again between his thighs, one hand holding up the hem of shirt, the other gliding from his thigh to the small of his back.

Pressing your warm mouth to one of the lines on his lower stomach, you allow your tongue to slowly trace from end to the other, immediately causing his brain to short-circuit from the intense pleasure.

As you continue lavishing attention to his belly, nipping, kissing, and sucking bruises into his skin, you notice a change in his posture.

He relaxes back, propped up on his elbows, head leaned back, eyes closed. Thoroughly enjoying the delicious torture that you’re inflicting upon him.

Suddenly, a deep sinful moan graces your ears.

“Ohhhhh my fucking god,” he breathes, fists clenching the bedsheets desperately.

As you softly nip at his overly sensitive skin, the pitch of his voice heightens slightly.

“Ohhh, fuck me,” he whimpers. “Oh god,” he begs, “PLEASE fuck me.”

“Such a needy baby,” you murmur, your hands sliding from his back slowly down to his toned thighs.

He squirms under your tender touch, the fabric at his groin growing uncomfortably tight.

“How badly do you want me, honey?”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life,” he whispers. “I want you more than a man dying of thirst wants a sip of water.”

Well pleased with his answer, you casually unbuckle his belt. His pulse races as you unfasten his slacks and slide them, along with his boxers, down his thighs; finally freeing his painfully hard cock.

A small whimper escapes your lips at the sight of his impressive size as you move to straddle his lap.

That familiar aching heat returns to your core, burning hotter as your hand guides his exquisitely sensitive tip to your slick entrance.

As you slowly sink onto his generous length, the delicious stretch is enough to take your breath away.

“Oh baby,” you whine, digging your nails into his still clothed shoulder. “Such a good boy.”

Basking in the praise and the overwhelming sensation of your tight cunt, he blushes, burying his face in your breasts. “You feel like heaven,” he whispers.

You cautiously begin to move,languidly bobbing up and down, each stroke of his cock fanning the flames of your desire.

You wrap your arms around him, one hand at his hip, the other caressing his back as your hips continue rocking into each other.

He shivers with bliss as your lips migrate from his chest to his neck. Running you fingers through his hair, you nip at a particularly sensitive spot. He tenses immediately with a sharp inhale, followed by a strangled, breathy groan.

“Fuck I’m so close,”

“I know baby,” you console, but before you can finish your thought, his hand is between your legs; the pad of his thumb swirling at your clit.

A small squeal falls from your lips, pressure mounting in your lower belly until sheer ecstasy washes over you.

The feeling of your tight pussy clenching around his length is just enough to push him over the edge, breathy moans murmured against your skin as he finishes inside you.

Hands shaking, he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment, his energy entirely spent.

“How do you feel, angel?” you inquire, fingers lightly stroking his back as you rise from his lap, softly perching on his thigh.

“Tired,” he replies with a contented sigh.

“Satisfied?”

“Beyond.”

“We should get cleaned up,” you suggest softly patting his hand.

He allows you to finish undressing him, your hands gliding over his body as you remove all of his clothes, except the tie, which had already been lost to the floor at some point.

Once again taking his hand, you lead the way to the master bathroom, where you run a relaxing, hot bath and coax him in.

As you slip in behind him, he melts into you right away; his head leaning back on your shoulder with a blissful expression as you wrap your arms around his waist.

With his head already resting on your shoulder, you wet his thick hair and lather it with shampoo, your fingers gently massaging his scalp.

A low rumble emanates from his chest.

“That feels so good,” he breathes, his hand softly gripping your thigh.

You rinse the suds from his hair, careful not to get any in his eyes.

“We should probably get out before the water gets cold,” you mention, gingerly pressing kisses to his shoulder.

He rises reluctantly, and after you’ve both toweled dry, he grabs your hand, following you to bed.

Lying down, he drapes his arm around your waist, laying his head on your breasts. His legs tangle with yours in the sheets; he just can’t get close enough.

The rain continues to pour as you stroke his back and run your fingers through his soft hair.

As he drifts off into blissful unconsciousness, the last thing he hears is your soothing voice.

“I love you, my darling.”

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[subbypeterparker]

criminal minds fandom logic:

hotch: *dominant in work environment, always in charge. makes sense for him to be a dom in the bedroom, because “psychology”*

spencer: *not in control in work environment (he’s not the chief), needs to get control in one part of his life, and he’s a dom, because “psychology”*

guys, make it make sense!!!!!? if we’re using psychology, YOURE NOT BEING ACCURATE. YOU ARE QUITE LITERALLY GOING AGAINST THE THING YOU JUST SAID

[dilfguzzler]

i have moreee

tying up sub hotch, teasing him and edging him and not letting him cum. as soon as he’s inside you he comes embarrassingly fast and starts apologizing over and over again for cumming without permission knowing he’s going to get punished

your brain ✨✨

he's cumming before he can even process it because you just feel so good on his cock and that's all he's focused on

and he cums in like record time. he has never cum so fast. it had been building for awhile because you hadn't allowed him to cum in what felt like decades (but was actually only 6 days) and you had been teasing him for ages that evening

so it happened before he knew it but he felt it happening and it was too late to stop it and he came inside of you.

and you knew immediately before you felt him release inside of you because you knew his facial expressions and saw him struggling against the ties holding his wrists

and you just let it happen. because punishing him after will be much more fun than ruining his orgasm (and you love the feeling of his cum filling you)

after he's finished cumming you stay quiet, not moving and looking at him with your eyebrows raised

and he apologises profusely but he knows he's in for a punishment.

how would sub hotch be punished what do you think

[thesiriusmoon]

I love submissive Hotch so much.

Like he’s obviously authoritative at work because he has to be and he’s in charge, which makes it all the better when he turns into the biggest baby boy.

[scuttling]

have you ever wrote/been interested in writing sub hotch?

Hey there! I absolutely love sub Hotch. I have written three chapters of my Hotch/Original Character series that included sub Hotch (Favor, Territory/Terror, and Beast) and I am currently working on a series that includes sub Hotch in future chapters (Sweet Surrender.) I also have some sub Hotch one shots planned for the future because I simply adore him. 💕 If you have anything specific in mind, let me know!

[kinkybau]

some sweet things aaron does when he’s being bratty? 🥺

He’ll tell you everything he’s disobeyed over the last few days, literally everything, he’s not normally bratty but when he is he doesn’t like disobeying much but sometimes he just can’t help it

He will also have this adorable little smile/smirk on his face when he looks at you, a little lip bite also knowing it drove you crazy especially when you were at work.

He fiddles with his fingers also, he tries to be bratty but his cute little face just can’t do it in my eyes, i’d just wanna cuddle him and praise him for at least trying.

He purposely breaks rules you set, but you know he’s doing it ok purpose so you act like it doesn’t matter. It’s the worst form of punishment for him.

He’s just adorable 🥺

[gay-prentiss]

Hotch is a bottom.

i think it’s cute,, but like,, it’s not my favourite? like i’ll read sub hotch hc’s/fics if they show up but i won’t go looking for it y’know?

ask me something controversial/unpopular and i’ll tell you what i think!