hey guys!! i’m in the midst of writing an enemies to lovers James Bond x Reader, but i want to know what you all thing. below is a rough draft of the beginning of my story. please feel free to leave me some feedback!
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The cold, brisk air of the woods around you threatened to ice your bones frozen solid, but the adrenaline pumping through your veins made sure that didn’t happen. You were finally closing in on your target, the one you’ve been hunting for months. The giant, sprawling mansion loomed about a hundred yards in the distance; it’s warm exterior was a vast change to the dark woods that surrounded you now. Armed with the best gadgets your organization could provide, every light step you took brought you closer to infiltrating the party that he was working undercover, attempting to overthrow Essaim, your organization. He just couldn’t understand what you were doing, what good it could do for the world. The scum it could scrape from the surface of the Earth. Not that it mattered; not much longer now, and James Bond would be dead. No longer a threat to you or Essaim. And you’d be the one pulling the trigger.
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what did you think?? should i continue the story? let me know :3 <3
hey guys! long time no see! i’ve missed you all! i hope this extra long chapter makes up for my time away. i’m going to try to get back in to posting. i hope you all enjoy, much love babies <3
warnings: cursing, mentions of/nightmares of traumatic sexual assault/torture, SMUT (sub!hotch, oral), normal criminal minds stuff
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Away from home was when the nightmares seemed to be worse. Out of your bed, your room, your home. Your safe place helped keep them away. Not only did your home help, but your other safe space was never far away. However, tonight was different. Aaron was out on a stakeout and wouldn’t be back to the hotel for at least a couple more hours. You felt bad to even consider calling him when he was doing something so vital to the outcome of the case.
You couldn’t go back to sleep right away. Usually, you would, but that’s only because Aaron helped lull you back to sleep, one way or another. The nightmares started to change, the only reason for it seeming to be to keep you on your toes. Lately, you’d be in the same place you have been, except the room is bigger, expanding into a hallway. Doors lined the walls, screaming coming from behind all of them. They were your screams. There seemed to be no escape other than to find the correct door – the door without you and your captor behind it – or wake yourself up somehow. It was hard to remind yourself nothing you saw was real when everything was as traumatizing as it was.
You rose from the bed, heart rate still high and your breathing still ragged and uneven. The clock beside your bed shone bright with neon green numbers. Three-whatever in the morning. You sighed. Garcia, the only other person who knew how bad your mind plagued you, would likely be asleep. You started pacing back and forth, likely to piss off whoever slept below you. Not that you cared. You walked into the bathroom, hoping a warm shower would help calm your nerves. You stripped out of your clothes, turning the water on and waiting on it to warm up. Your eyes wandered to your reflection in the mirror.
The scars on your chest jumped out at you like your own personal notepad of trauma, every mark like the scraggle of a permanent marker. A reminder of something you feared your mind may never recover from. Your fingers lightly traced over them, the memories flooding back all at once. Tears welled up in your eyes, falling down your cheeks quickly. A sob broke from deep down inside your chest. You covered your mouth in an attempt to silence yourself; you knew how thin the walls were and your teammates were in the rooms on either side of you.
You climbed in the shower, despite still crying your eyes out, and stood under the water, trying to breathe through it. You used the hotel’s shampoo, giving yourself a scalp massage in an effort to calm yourself down. Rinsing it from your hair, you almost picked up the conditioner; the ringing from your phone distracted you. Quickly, you pulled the curtain back and read the contact name. It was Aaron.
You scrambled to dry your hands and face, answering the phone. “Hotch? Are you okay?” You heard him laugh on the other end.
“Yeah, baby. I forgot my hotel key in the car and don’t feel like going back down. Can you let me in?” You sighed an internal sigh of relief.
“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You hung up the phone, turning off the water and stepping out. You dried off hastily, wrapping the towel around your body and hurrying to the door. Without even checking, you swung the door open and you were greeted with a heavy-eyed Aaron Hotchner. He smiled softly at you, wrapping you in a hug. The only thing you could think of was how you were still dripping wet and you’d likely be getting him and his clothes the same.
He didn’t care in the least; he was just glad to have you in his arms. He pulled back, still embracing you. His eyes flickered over you, the dim light from the hall behind him illuminating you. “Sorry to interrupt your shower.”, he muttered, seeming to just now realize you were wet and dressed in only a towel. You chuckled.
“It’s okay. I was done anyway.”, you replied, cradling his face in your hand. It had been several hours separated from him, but it felt like forever. He shut the door without letting go of you, locking it and never breaking eye contact. His lips were soon on yours, the kiss sloppy and tired yet soft at the same time. You reciprocated, melting against his body. Your arms fell lazily over his shoulders as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapped around his body. The towel started slipping down your chest, threatening to fully expose you.
Whatever he carried in was forgotten at the door, his focus on something much more important now. Aaron sat down on the edge of the bed, and you seated yourself in his lap. His lips wandered from yours and down your chest. You sighed with content. “Long night?”, you whispered. He pulled back and looked into your eyes. The dark circles gave you your answer. He nodded, sighing and pulling you into a hug. He buried his face in your chest.
“Was a waste, we didn’t see anything.” You stroked your fingers through his hair, earning a sigh from him. You could feel his body relax against yours; he peppered lazy kisses on your chest, his lips making their way to your now-exposed breasts. A hum of pleasure slipped from your lips as he left what would come to be hickeys on the cups of your breasts.
“You act like you missed me or something.”, you muttered, running your hands down his neck and slipping them under his jacket, shrugging it off of him. He helped, moving his arms out of the sleeves. He chuckled deeply at your words, the vibrations sending waves through your body.
“Baby, it was like torture sitting in a car where nobody could see me and you weren’t there to help me pass the time. Reminded me too much of our many nights together…”, he trailed off. The memories came flooding back, riling you up. “I couldn’t help but notice how completely naked you are. You know I can feel you…pulsing against me, right?”
No, you didn’t know that. Your neck and face grew hot with embarrassment. He pulled back from your chest to see how flustered you’d gotten, because of course he knew his effect on you. He smirked, kissing your lips passionately. He cupped your face in his hands, pulling away from your lips. “(Y/N), don’t think I’m not feeling the same way you are right now.”, he said in a low voice. You smiled. He was right. His boner was pushing against his jeans. The tired Aaron you met at the door was long gone. He was awake, in more ways than one now.
He couldn’t stand it anymore; he entrapped your lips in his, kissing you like it was what he had to do to live. His hands ripped the towel from between the two of you, letting it fall to the ground. Your hands slipped under his black polo t-shirt, running your hands over his stomach. You wanted to feel every inch of him. Plus, it wasn’t fair you were already naked and he was still fully clothed. You fisted your hands in his shirt as he softly bit your lower lip, a moan slipping from your lips. “Aaron…”
“Shhh, honey. These walls are thin, you know.” Almost as a challenge to stay silent, he trailed a hand down to your breast, massaging it slowly. You bit your lip, holding back a moan. He pinched your nipple between his fingers, still massaging. Two could play at this game. You let out the moan you’d been holding, grinding your hips against his. You dropped your head to whisper in his ear: “Let them hear us.” In a quick motion, he pinned you to the bed, arms above your head. It took you by surprise, a gasp escaping your lips.
“Then we’ll give them a show.” He attacked your neck, peppering kisses all over you. You giggled, and you felt him smile against your skin. He scooped you up in his arms, earning more surprised giggling from you. He held you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, and he backed you against the wall. His lips met yours for the millionth time, kissing you as he worked himself out of his pants. Your fingers ran along the seam at the bottom of his shirt, and his hands met yours as he helped you pull it off of him. He discarded the shirt somewhere random, it’s location to be worried about later. The rest of his clothes joined it, landing wherever they may.
There he stood in front of you, naked, for the millionth time. With Aaron, though, every time felt like the first time. You admired the way the light from the bathroom highlighted his features, how it traced along every scar and blemish that you loved so much and knew so well. You held his face in your hands, running your thumb across his cheeks. “Why’re you looking at me like that, (Y/N)?”, he asked you softly, his arms wrapping around your waist.
You gave him a small smile, running your fingers through his hair. “Just in awe that you’re so beautiful. And that you’re mine…” The look in his eyes changed right before you; it was a look you could only describe as predatory. He looked at you like you were something to eat, and he hadn’t eaten in what feels like a billion years.
“Then let me show you who I belong to.”, he all but growled in your ear. That sent a shiver down your spine. “Tell me where you want to do this, right here? Or the bed?” You thought about it. Aaron, fully at your mercy? This was very different, which isn’t to say it never happened; it’s happened plenty of times over the last several months, but you weren’t expecting it tonight.
“I’d say we got a good thing going right here, don’t you think?”, you asked him slyly, settling into your role. He nodded at you. You spread your legs for him, gently placing one of your legs over his shoulders. He held it there, his other hand drifting over your skin. He started placing kisses all over your thighs, his lips slowly making their way to your inner thighs, just barely grazing past your pussy. You bit your lip, stifling your moan. His eyes met yours from the floor, his lips working away at leaving a hickey on your inner thigh.
“Are you teasing me, Aaron?”, you ask him, your voice dropping to a low whisper. He smiled against your skin.
“Only if you want me to be. You know you can just say the word.”, he whispered back, continuing his trail of kisses. You sucked in a breath when his mouth wandered further up, working his magic there.
Your hands searched for something, anything, to hang on to. One hand found the corner of the wall, the other fisted in his hair, which only seemed to ebb him on even more. He moaned against you, sending vibrations through your entire body. Soon, you found it hard to continue standing on your own; you were shifting your weight between Aaron and the wall. Maybe you should’ve picked the bed.
Your breaths were ragged as he didn’t stop what he was doing, just as you asked. You felt like reality was melting away around you, just as it always did with him. You felt all of your muscles start to tense up, and you stopped breathing for just a second as the familiar feeling of an orgasm started rippling through your veins. After the knot in your stomach uncoiled, you all but fell over on him. But of course, he knew better, wrapping you up in his arms. His forehead rested on yours now, his eyes still holding that same look from before. You placed a lazy kiss on his lips, not even caring that you tasted yourself on his tongue.
“Are you up for more, (Y/N)? I’m not done showing you who I belong to…”, he trailed off, kissing your neck and behind your ear. A laugh slipped from your lips.
“What?”, he asked with a smile, meeting your eyes. You sighed, a smile playing on your lips.
“I’m gonna be tired tomorrow, aren’t I?”, you asked, knowing the answer. He smirked at you, humming in an affirming tone.
“Well, in that case, I have an idea of what you can do next…”
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The next morning, you woke up to the alarm you knew all too well sounding off on the nightstand next to you. An arm that was draped over you lifted to silence it, then fell over you again, pulling your body closer to his. A smile graced your lips as you remembered the events of last night. How he knew what you needed without you having to say a word baffled you every time. Your eyes opened to the sun lighting up the room, casting an orange glow on everything. It was just waking up. Your eyes flickered across the room. Everything after a night with Aaron always looked different in the morning sun.
Your towel and his clothes were strewn about the room, his shoes, and bag left at the door. There were a few condom wrappers on the other nightstand, the used ones discarded into the trash can by the bed. Leave it to Aaron to be tidy with the few things that mattered in the heat of the moment. A pair of handcuffs hung from the bedpost; the two of you were careful to move the bed away from the wall, to prevent damage to it. Or excessive noise.
Hotch’s tie had been used in the same sense as well, doubling as a blindfold if needed. They hung neatly next to each other. Suddenly, he stirred next to you, pulling you from your reminiscing of last night. He groaned, turning over and sitting up in bed. You turned to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow. He was rubbing his jaw, his dark eyebrows knit together in the middle of his forehead. You smirked before asking, “What’s wrong?”
But you already knew what was wrong, and he knew you did too. He sent you a glare, which only made your smile grow wider. His walls eventually crashed and he smiled back at you. “Listen,”, you started to say, “you’re the one who insisted on pleasuring me last night. So I don’t want to hear it.” Suddenly, he was towering over you, his arms on either side of you.
“That’s why they make Advil, honey. Like I’d ever complain about making love to you.”, he muttered, placing his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and sweet and you melted right into it, wrapping your arms around his neck. He sat up, taking you with him and pulling you into his lap. Your lips melded together, moving with rhythm against each other. Your fingers started running through his messy hair, his hands trailing down your body like he’d never felt your skin against his before.
The alarm on Aaron’s phone rang through the room again, making the two of you jump. He sighed against your skin, placing one last kiss on your lips. You slid off of his lap as he leaned over and turned it off. “Guess we’d better start our day.”, he muttered. He stood up, wearing not a thing, and sporting a hard-on.
“You can’t exactly start your day like that.”, you remarked. You could swear there was a blush creeping up his cheeks. He turned to face you.
“Well, is there something you’d like to do about it? Since it’s your fault in the first place?” You smiled and got up, standing in front of him. You took his hand, leading him to the bathroom.
“I have an idea. Let’s multitask.”, you said, shutting the door behind you and reaching into the shower to turn the water on. A smile crept onto his lips, and he kissed you passionately, the room quickly steaming up. And not only from the hot water.
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After a quick…shower, the two of you and the team were at the local police station to start work. Adrenaline pumped through your veins; this was one of your first cases on the team without JJ, as she’d gone on maternity leave. You knew what to do, but to apply it was a little more nerve-wracking. The presence of your friends, however, eased your nerves a bit.
Aaron led the way through the police station, the rest of you in suit. You all filed into a mostly empty conference room. Boxes of files and folders alike littered the table. What a hell of a case to start on, you thought to yourself.
Two teenage girls went missing within two weeks. Luckily for everyone involved, the local police noticed a pattern right away. Each girl was left, no, discarded somewhere she wasn’t likely to be found. Like, a dumpster, or the woods, for example. And both girls were dressed in clothes that didn’t belong to them, and in something they likely weren’t wearing when they went missing.
“Prom dresses?”, you had asked aloud when the case was first presented to you. Sure enough…
“Yeah, I know. It’s weird, right? Both dresses came from different thrift stores, each shop an hour away from each other. The same state though.”, Garcia had said.
“Looks like someone was trying to cover his tracks. Different shops, different dump sites…”, Morgan chimed in as the rest of the team poured over all the evidence the police had collected so far.
“I wouldn’t be so sure it’s a guy. Maybe it’s a woman, trying to live vicariously through these girls.”, Prentiss had inferred.
“I don’t know, though, with this sexual assault on the victims? Seems too violent to be female.”, Rossi noted, turning his lip up at the pictures from the autopsy.
The conversation continued like this for another half hour, while you, Reid, and Aaron sat in silence, working the case in your heads. The talk had died down as everyone else was studying the files.
Suddenly, Hotch broke the silence, asking that Morgan and Reid go to the morgue to further investigate the bodies and that Dave and Prentiss visit the parents of the girls to try to get an idea of what kind of person they might be looking for. Leaving the two of you to piece together all the bits of information you’d been left with.
Two hours, several cups of coffee, and some stolen kisses later, the two of you had made some decent progress. Seemingly out of the blue, Aaron asked how you were feeling.
“I’m fine, why?”, you replied, leaning against the conference table and facing the bulletin board. Your eyes floated over the board, making sure you didn’t miss anything. You turned your head to look over at him, as he sat down in the chair at the head of the table.
He shrugged lightly. “It’s your first big case.”, he stated simply, wrapping a hand around your knee. “I just wanted to check on my girl.” He lightly squeezed your leg, and a smile crept onto your lips.
“You’re very sweet, Aaron.”, you muttered, running a hand over his shoulder and down his back.
“I know you’re probably nervous about your press conference but I don’t want you to be.” You turned your body to face him, leaning your arm on the table. “You have nothing to worry about. You’ll do great.” You smiled down at him.
“Are you sure?”, you asked softly. He looked up at you, smiling.
“Of course I am. You’re amazing, and you learned from the best. I’m not sure there isn’t anything you couldn’t do.” He interlaced his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand. You lifted his hand to your mouth, placing a soft kiss on his knuckle.
“After the team gets back and we start working on a profile, I’m gonna have you do a little bit of talking. The unsub needs to know we’re on to him, it’ll fuel his ego and he’ll let his guard down.”
You nodded, your gaze falling to your lap as a wave of anxiety washed over you. Almost as if he could sense it, Aaron squeezed your hand, still laced in his, and kissed your knuckles.
“Hey.”, he said softly, grabbing your attention. You looked over at him, his brown eyes soft like melted chocolate. “You’re going to be amazing. And I’m always right there if you need anything.” You gave him a small smile, and he stood and kissed your forehead quickly before reuniting with Rossi and Prentiss at the door.
“Anything?”, he asked them. They all took a seat, and you sat down next to Aaron, the two filling you in on their conversations with the girls’ families.
“We looked around their rooms for any secret diaries or notes to allude to the fact they might’ve met someone, but there was nothing. Not even on their laptops or on their social media.”, Prentiss said. You pondered it, then said, “What if they’re meeting in real life? He sees her online, and creates a false chance encounter, a meet-cute.”
Rossi and Hotch nod. “That’s a possibility. We’ll look into the girls’ daily schedules.”, Hotch said. He squeezed your leg under the table as if to say, ‘good job’. Butterflies flitted in your stomach at his touch; it always felt like the first time with Aaron, and you hoped it always would.
Morgan and Reid returned soon after that, and you settled in to hear the fascinating mind that is Dr. Spencer Reid.
“What did you find at the morgue?”, Hotch asked no one in particular, but you began to notice it was always Reid who spoke up, addressed or not.
“The sexual assault is much more violent than I’d realized. The coroner said that she found evidence of repeated assaults over the time the women had been held, which wasn’t very long, to begin with. She found something else interesting; the toxicology report she was still working on drew some odd conclusions.”, Reid said, looking over to Morgan, as if he were realizing he was there all along, and let him finish.
“The coroner found trace amounts of makeup on the skin, and not just any makeup.”, Morgan paused, running his hand over his face. “It was homemade and made with human remains. Skin, blood, hair, you name it. She found it on the victims.”
An eerie silence settled over the room as the information sank in.
“Um, who was made into makeup? Is it from the victims?”, you asked, voicing your first thought. Who did the killer make into beauty products? You’d be using your makeup with a different vision now.
Morgan shrugged. “It wasn’t the victims. They think it’s the unsub, but there’s not enough DNA to make anything of it, since it’s mixed with all the chemicals and such.” Everyone stewed over this new revelation, trying to make something of it.
“Why the hell would the unsub do that?”, Prentiss asked, bewildered about the whole thing. Hotch shook his head, defeated.
“Maybe you were right about it being a woman, really trying to live through these girls. Let’s look at teachers, friends’ mothers, any older women that these girls might’ve come in contact with trying to relive their past.”, Rossi said.
“Rossi, you and Reid talk to Garcia and try to find this woman. Prentiss, Morgan, (Y/L/N), we need to get together a profile and get ready to deliver it to the press.”, Hotch said, his eyes falling on you for that last part. Everyone started on their tasks and you helped the team build a profile for the unsub.
“My name is Agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I’m with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. We’re looking for a woman in her mid-thirties to early forties with potential psychosis and borderline personality disorder. She won’t be very social with peers and she may even be seen as odd or weird to an untrained eye. She may have a job like a librarian where social interaction is at a minimum. She probably drives an older van, but it’s well taken care of. If you know anyone by this description, please don’t hesitate to call the number at the bottom of your screen. Thank you for your time. Any questions?” You read over the script for what felt like the hundredth time, under your breath in the room where the press conference would be held soon. Your leg was bouncing and you were picking at your lips with your teeth. The paper almost shook in your hand.
“Anxious?”, Morgan asks two seats over from you. It takes you a moment to snap out of it and realize he’s talking to you. You give him an uneasy laugh, admitting that you were a little nervous.
“A little? It’s okay if it’s a lot, (Y/L/N).”, he said quietly, the room beginning to fill with cameras and journalists. He slid a seat down so he was sitting next to you. He took one of your hands in his. “Look at me.”, he whispered. You looked up into his dark eyes. The energy surrounding you was comforting as he softly stroked your hand in his. “You’re gonna kick it in the ass, (Y/N). You’re gonna kill it. And if you need a bailout, just tap twice on the podium, okay? I’m here for you.” You smiled at him.
“Thanks, Morgan.”, you said. He flashed that big smile of his at you and winked.
“That’s what a team is for, sweetheart.”
Thankfully, you wouldn’t need Morgan’s saving, though you were grateful it was there if you did. After taking a few breaths, you finished the monologue with your chin held high and anxiously awaited the reporter’s questions.
A man in a blue sweater seated in the second row from you raised his hand politely, and you pointed at him. He stood up, and asked, “Have there been any more abductions you can tell us about?” JJ warned you about the press being rude and unseemly, but this first interaction was sailing smoothly. You looked up at Hotch, silently asking for permission to answer the question. He gave you a small nod.
“No, no new abductions have been reported.”, you answered calmly. The rest of the questions flew by in a blink, and the camera crews and reporters slowly made their way out the door. You were standing by yourself near the stage, reorganizing your notes when the reporter in the blue sweater from before walks up to you. He seems sheepish, not meeting your eyes when he says, “Y-you carried yourself well up there.”
You smiled at him. “Thank you! That was the first time I’ve ever done that.”, you say, laughing nervously at the end of your sentence. He returns a little chuckle.
“You could’ve fooled me. You were so confident. Say, could I possibly meet up with you for coffee sometime? I’d really like some pointers on p-public speaking.” He barely met your gaze when he said this. As sweet as the words were, he was giving you an odd feeling. Your eyes quickly flickered around to find Hotch but failing to see him.
“Oh, well, that’s nice of you to offer! But we’re just passing through, we won’t be here much longer.” You could feel your heart rate rise as you tried letting him down easy, still trying to find Hotch or even Morgan. Neither was insight.
“That’s a shame. You’re very beautiful, you know. You remind me of my mother when she was in high school. She was prom queen…were you the prom queen?”, his eyes were fixed on you now, and it’s like you were frozen in place. Suddenly, you realized, you were all wrong about the profile.
This is the unsub, standing right in front of you, posing no visible threat to you. So no one notices as he grabs your wrist a little too tight, repeating his question. You can feel your pulse hammering against his hand, and you tried to break free of his grasp, but he’s much stronger than you.
Hotch suddenly appears behind the unsub, hand on his gun, handcuffs in his other hand. He stands dangerously close to the man. “Answer me, bitch, or I’ll kill you right where you stand.”, the man seethes through his teeth. Hotch suddenly grabs the man’s other wrist, making him drop your hand.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”, Hotch says in a low voice in the man’s ear. The unsub lunges to attack you, but Aaron grabs his other wrist from the air before he can touch you, handcuffing him. The local police are nearby now, along with the rest of your team. Aaron shoves him towards the cops. “Get him out of my sight.”, he says only loud enough for a few people to hear, and you can hear the raw anger in his tone.
“Did he hurt you?”, Hotch asks, gently taking your wrist into his hands. The skin is red, and your wrist hurts, but you reassure him you’re okay. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I don’t know how we didn’t see it sooner.” You squeeze his hand gently.
“I’m okay, Aaron, don’t beat yourself up over it. We got him, didn’t we?”, you whisper as he pulls you into a side hug. The rest of your team gathers around you, asking if you’re okay and what he said to you. You told them what happened and you can see Hotch’s fist clench at his side.
“Oh my god, (Y/N). I’m just glad you’re okay.”, Emily says. You just shrug it off, smiling.
“If you guys weren’t here, I wouldn’t have been. I’m afraid to think about what might’ve happened.”, your voice gets softer as you go on, your mind bringing back the memories from your last encounter with an unsub. They’re quickly shooed away as Morgan mentions grabbing a bite to eat at a local Chinese restaurant.
Of course, you all agree and pile in the SUVs to head over to the place. You and Hotch end up in one by yourselves, your hands intertwined on the center console between the two of you. His thumb softly strokes over your hand. A sigh escaped his lips. You look over at him, the light of the setting sun casting a faint orange glow on his skin. “What’s on your mind?”, you ask him quietly.
“I keep thinking about what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there for you today. If he caught you at our hotel or-“, he said, cutting himself off. He couldn’t even say it aloud. You squeezed his hand.
“Hey. Listen to me.”, you say, “The point is, you were there. And I’m not afraid of an unsub anymore, not with you by my side. I knew you were going to be there for me.”
“But what if I can’t be there?”, he asks, his voice almost breaking.
“Hotch…don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay.” He parks the car in front of the restaurant. The other members of the team hadn’t arrived yet. He turns the car off, not saying anything for what feels like forever. He looks over at you, taking your face in his hand and kissing you. A warm feeling flows over you, your free hand wandering up his neck and into his hair. A sudden chorus of muffled clapping and whistling sounds from outside of the car. You don’t need to look to know who it is, and Hotch isn’t letting you go any time soon, so you just tune them out. They can certainly wait.
And wait they did, while you made out with your boyfriend for a few minutes longer before diving into the Chinese cuisine. All of the team’s teasing went in one ear and out the other, Aaron’s hand holding yours under the table as the team ate and talked for hours. You looked forward to many more days like this.
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“Just One More Night” Aaron Hotchner x Reader Series
hey guys :) another fic for y’all <3 hope you enjoy! this was sitting in my google docs for i don’t know how long but i finally edited it and here it is. pls like & reblog if you liked it and if you’d like to join any of my taglists, visit the pinned post on my profile and head over to the google forum. of course, my dms are always open for anything and i love you guys endlessly 🤍
content warnings: SMUT, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), cursing, a little bit of teasing if you squint hard enough
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The kiss was only meant to be short and sweet, a goodnight kiss after a wonderful date between the new lovers. However, the passion between them was undeniable, despite it being a new relationship. They clicked immediately, talking for hours upon hours. The moon is almost at its peak in the sky, as he places the first of many kisses on your lips on the porch. You giggle as he trails down your neck, tickling the sensitive skin.
“Dean…at least let me get the door unlocked!” You fumble with the keys, a handsome distraction keeping you from getting the right ones. He laughs and pulls away, but only long enough for you to get the door open. As soon as the door is shut and locked again, he presses your body to the door, kissing your lips with passion.
His hands leave a trail of fire as his fingers work the zipper on your dress. It hits the floor, and he admires your body. Being under his gaze makes you feel a bit intimidated, but he kicks the dress away from your feet and starts placing rough kisses on your neck, sucking and biting. You can’t help but moan as he hits the sweet spot on your neck. Your knees feel weak.
He kicks his shoes off and you do the same. You take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. His jacket hits the floor, soon followed by his shirt. You watch him undress, and he laughs, noticing your stare.
“See something you like?” His voice lowers as he wraps his arms around you, pulling your body against his. The moon shines in through your blinds, lighting up his eyes. The green in them has taken on a different and darker shade; his eyes are filled with lust. He licks his lips before pushing them against yours, hands wandering to your ass, squeezing it. You yelp, earning a laugh from him.
Your fingers twist in his hair, pulling on it slightly as his lips trail from your neck and to the tops of your breasts. He sucks and bites them, definitely hard enough to leave a mark. A moan slips from your lips as he pushes you onto the bed, and stands back, taking his pants off. You hum to yourself, enjoying the view. He climbs on top of you and starts kissing you again, moaning on your lips. You feel him start to get hard on your inner thigh, and his fingers work quickly on the clasp of your bra. You reach your arms back to help him, and he throws it over his head. It hits the floor, the place it landed being no one’s concern.
He hums to himself at the sight of your bare breasts. His lips and teeth play with your nipple, his hand massaging the other breast. You arch your back, moaning. You can feel yourself getting more restless, bucking your hips onto his. He chuckles against your skin, sending vibrations through your core, which doesn’t help the fact that you’re already writhing underneath him.
He leaves sloppy kisses down your stomach, his teeth playing with the lace on the edge of your panties. He looks up at you, fingers beginning to pull them down your legs. His lips trail up your inner thigh and to your core, and you can feel his tongue start to work its magic on you.
“Dean...Oh my god…” Words become hard to fathom as you can feel yourself about to go over the edge. The knot in your stomach snaps and unravels, a feeling of pure bliss washing over you. He smirks at you, placing a kiss on your lips. You can taste yourself on him. He pulls his underwear off and kicks them to the floor. His dick throbs as you take it in your hand, and you look up, seeing him bite his lip and moan, rolling his eyes back in his head as you start stroking gently.
It doesn't take long for him to decide he’s ready for you. He asks if you’re sure you want to do this, and you can only nod, lying on your back. He teases you, tracing his fingers from your inner thigh and dangerously close to your throbbing pussy. You whimper, wanting him so bad already. He pins your arms down with one hand and starts rubbing your clit with his other thumb. You moan, bucking your hips towards him.
“Tell me how bad you want it, baby.” His voice is low and sultry, and you can feel his eyes looking over your squirming body hungrily. You arch your body against him and you gasp as he slowly pushes a finger inside you. You mutter some curse word or a mix of more than one.
“Dean, fuck...I want you to fuck me, oh god, please…” You can barely form a coherent sentence, but it seems to satisfy him. He lines himself at your entrance, and thrusts into you. A feeling of pain and pleasure rocks your body, nothing like you’ve ever felt. You moan at the feeling of him inside you, and he starts moving in and out, groaning. He’s freed your arms in his frenzy to be able to touch your body, and your hands pull on his lower back, nails digging into the soft skin. He moans, making you even hotter.
His hand kneads your breast, and the other rubs your clit. Your head is swirling; moving in sync with his body, you feel euphoric. He mumbles something about you coming for him, but you can’t focus on anything but the feeling of him inside you and how good it feels. You know that you won’t have any trouble following his demands, though.
The feeling builds up in your core, and you can feel him twitching inside you at just the moment you come. He barely slows his pace, riding out his orgasm. You’re not complaining; it helps you ride yours out too. You grind on him, the both of you a moaning and sweaty mess.
He pulls out of you slowly, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead in the soft moonlight. His chest heaves, and he falls beside you. “Fuck, (Y/N). That was…”, Dean mutters, seemingly at a loss for words. Just as you are. You press your lips to his, still not down from your high. You deepen the kiss, moaning on his lips.
“Wanna do it again?”, you whisper. He laughs, climbing on top of you and kissing you. You’d take that as a yes.
hello all! i’ve missed you and i’ve missed writing but i plan on being more active since i really need an escape right now. thank you all for sticking with me. here’s a little something i wrote to vent my own problems through but i’m sure many of you will find you can relate to. hope you enjoy :)
Out of all your years at the BAU, no case had ever affected you the way this one did. The daughter of a man had gone missing. She was one of many, which was the reason you and the team were called to help in the first place. You found her, but it was far too late. The father seemed to give zero shits about what had happened to her. The man was hard to find in the first place; he was her last next-of-kin that anyone knew about, could find alive, or wasn’t incarcerated. He lived in some trailer in the corner of nowhere, throwing the health of his liver out the window along with whatever life he had left.
The visit to his home to deliver the bad news haunted you, despite having been several hours ago. You started ahead at nothing, the bullpen around you fading into the nightmare relived.
The stench of the place was indescribable; it made you sick to your stomach to even stand in the doorway. Nevertheless, you and some of your partners stood in front of this man, explaining the situation to him. He had nothing nice to say about her or what he thought happened to her.
“I’ve been waitin’ for this day. What, did she run off with some asshole and find herself raped and dead in some ditch? Serves her right. She always was a bad kid. All I can hope for is that she learned her damn lesson.”
How anyone could say something like that about anyone, especially their child, was beyond you. Despite his touching sentiment, your unit chief and best friend Aaron Hotchner did his best in the moment to handle it. For the sake of you and everyone else.
“Sir, you were the last family member we could find under her records. We thought it best to inform you of what had happened.” He spoke calmly, though you knew him better than that. His fists were clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white. The ‘father’ scoffed.
“Right. You’d think she’d stay more in touch with her old man, seeing as how I’m all she’s got. She was never good at making friends. What, did I not give her a good enough childhood or something?” The man took a swig of his whiskey. “Entitled brat.”
The rest of what happened blurred away; you had zoned out, not wanting to hear any more. This man reminded you too much of your own father for your liking. A voice suddenly pulled you from your thoughts.
Spencer Reid stood over you, hands in his pockets. “(Y/N), is everything okay?” His dark eyebrows were knitted together on his forehead. You noticed there weren’t many agents left in the building; you and Reid always seemed to be some of the last ones to stay.
“Yeah, I’m good. Why?” His lips pressed into a thin line. He pulled a hand from his pocket, cupping one of your cheeks with it. His thumb swiped away a tear you didn’t realize was there.
“You’re crying.” His eyes donned a saddened look. He didn’t believe your excuse.
“Oh, shit. Uh, yeah, my eyes are just watering.” You threw another sad excuse at him, hoping he would just take it at face value and leave you be. As much as you loved Reid, you couldn’t find the willpower in yourself to talk about it right now. He was one of the people you’d grown closest with in your time at the BAU. He sighed, his hand falling from your face.
“If you’re sure. Please message me if you need anything, (Y/N). I mean it.”
“I know, Reid. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, (Y/N).” He gave you one last look before heading out the door, leaving you alone in the office.
Finally, totally alone. Or so you thought.
You turned to see if Aaron’s light was still on in his office, since you hadn’t seen him leave. Sure enough, there the dim light shone, faintly through the shut blinds. You rose from your desk and walked the familiar path to his office, ascending the few stairs and approaching the door. Your knuckles rapped lightly on the wood, and you listened for an answer from behind it.
“Come in, (Y/L/N).”, Hotch’s tired voice called from inside. How he knew it was you escaped your mind every time. Nonetheless, you opened the door and peeked in. He was writing something down, probably case notes and important things like that. You stepped in, closing the door behind you with a soft click of the doorknob. He looks up for a moment, then his gaze falls back on the work in front of him.
“What’s on your mind?”, he inquired. You sigh. Of course he already knows something is wrong. The sound of your footsteps fill the empty room as you make your way to the chair facing his desk. You sit in it improperly, legs dangling over one arm of the chair as your head rests on the other arm. This feels like a therapy session.
Aaron continues his work, but you know he’s waiting, ready to listen to you. You sigh again, trying to form the words you want to say. “That guy…that dad.” Your brows furrowed together on your forehead. He looked up at you to see the confused look on your face.
“What about him?”
“I don’t like him.”, you said. It was how you felt, just simplified. The reasoning was much more complex than that. He chuckled.
“Yeah, me neither. To say the least.” His pen continued to scribble away on the paper. You sighed, trying to find your words.
“He reminds me of my dad. Everything he said about his daughter…was exactly the way my dad used to talk about me.” He stopped writing, and looked up at you.
“(Y/N)…you’ve never told me that before.” His voice dropped, concern clearly showing through. You just shrugged, tears already pushing at your waterline. You let out a shaky breath.
“I thought I’d grown up enough to not let it bother me anymore. But all it did was dig up feelings that I wanted to forget I’d ever experienced. I wanted to forget how it felt.” Tears spilled onto your cheeks, hot and angry, swirling with many different emotions. Aaron sat his pen down, leaning back in his chair.
“Come here.”, he said, patting his leg. You sniffled, looking up at him. You rose to your feet, walking over and climbing onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around him, snuggling into his chest. A sigh passed through your lips.
“How did it feel, (Y/N)?”
“Are you trying to therapize me right now, Aaron?” You look up at him, a sly smirk on your lips.
“Were you planning on telling me willingly?”, he asks with a raised brow. You squinted at him, rolling your eyes. He was right. Both of you knew it was better to talk about it then to bottle it up, even if you hadn’t always done it that way.
“I mean, it made me feel like shit. How did he ever think it was okay to talk to me that way? I grew up thinking, ‘What’s wrong with me? What did I do to deserve this?’ It caused a lot of emotional pain and suffering for me growing up. It really fucked with me.” He nodded along to your words, drinking in every one. He let your words fall over him like a shower of rain as you continued on your tangent about your father.
The rage inside of him grew the longer you spoke. He wasn’t mad at you, of course, but mad at your father for making you feel less than the wonderful and amazing person that you are. The river of your words quit flowing, and were replaced with a breath escaping your lips. Aaron looked up at you, watching the brims of your eyes waver with tears, begging to be spilled over. You blinked, and several fell from your eyes, trailing down your cheeks and dripping onto your shirt.
“I felt unloved for a very long time, Aaron. Sometimes…”, your voice wavered, and broke. You didn’t have to finish your sentence; he’d already done it for you in his head.
“(Y/N). You know you have people that love you very deeply, right? Don’t forget that.”, he said softly, holding one of your hands in his, his other hand cupping your face. His thumb mimicked the motions of windshield wipers across your cheeks, swiping the cold tears away, to be forgotten.
You let out a scoff, one laced with pain and anger. “I find that very hard to believe most days.”
This statement alone showed Aaron how bad your father had really hurt you. It showed him the emotional abuse you’d been put through, the conditioning he’d given you to make you feel worthless and unworthy of anything good.
The hand that cupped your cheek moved so that he could place two fingers under your chin, softly turning your face so that he could make eye contact with you. More tears fell at this sudden movement.
“Hell, (Y/N), I do. I love you.” Aaron’s voice was riddled with sincerity, that much was obvious to you. The two of you had been friends for years, so sure, you’d said those three little words to each other more often than not. But this time was different. The words had a different undertone. Something, a new meaning, was hidden in them.
Your eyes flickered over his features, trying to read his face. The distance between the two of you was almost nonexistent. You felt his lips brush yours. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was teasing you. Maybe he was. The anticipation was crinkling in the air, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest and onto the floor. Your eyes fluttered shut, no tears falling this time. It was hard to tell the difference between who kissed who first. Not that it mattered to either of you, not that either of you cared.
The kiss sent shivers through your body; had it been any more electric, it may have shocked you. His lips moved with yours in a dance that you thought you’d never perform, yet here you were. He held your face in his hand, his other hand still intertwined with yours in your lap. It was like a fairytale kiss.
After what felt like not nearly enough time, he pulled back, amber eyes pouring into you. Everything that needed to be said was said in one more kiss, and then another, and then another.
You may question the love anyone else may have for you, but Aaron Hotchner would be damned if he ever let you forget how much he loved you. He never planned on giving up.
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request: I was wondering if I could request something with Hotch? What would it be like for him to date a professional ballet dancer? How would dates work? Would he go to shows with Jack? Oh! I almost forgot... what if Jack is curious about ballet, and so the reader shows him what she does, and maybe he does it with them as a bonding experience.
hey guys! sorry i’ve been away so long, but i’m trying to get back into writing since i miss it so much. i hope you all enjoy part one of this two part series! much love to you all <3
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Your reflection in the vanity mirror was your main focus at the moment, but soon, your mind would be occupied on how you looked dancing in front of thousands of people. The eyeliner pencil finishes it’s black line along your bottom eyelid, coming to a sharp point on the outer edge of your eye. Tonight, you were putting on a show about a young girl who grows up troubled, and faces a tragic and early death in the end. You were the lead, playing the girl as she takes her final breaths.
In the beginning, the story broke your heart. Which is not to say it still didn’t, but it was show business. If you let the performance really get to you, the show couldn’t go on. As it must. Still, this story was one of the toughest to perform. It always set a somber mood in the theatre. You would definitely need some kind of comedic relief after the next three hours.
You put the finishing touches on your look, including lacing up your black ballet slippers, before stepping out on stage to begin the story telling.
One of the best things about theater is that the audience was never the same; it gave a sense of life to a building and to a story. They would never react the same to every aspect of a production. Tonight though, little did you know, this audience held a certain member that would impact your life forever. In the best way possible, of course.
He and a few members of his team watched from the chairs far away in the audience. But you captivated him so well, he felt like he was right on stage with you. Even as the final notes in the last song rose and fell along with your body, your blood-curdling cry echoing throughout the silent building, his heart hurt with your character’s.
The curtains fell, giving yourself and the other dancers time to prepare for the final bow. The crowd erupts into cheers, whoops, and whistles. This was one of the parts that never got old. You’d bet anything tear-stained faces occupied most of the audience members, too.
The curtains opened again, stage lights shining down on the cast. The theater was lit again, giving way sight to a standing ovation. You smiled, hand in hand with your crew, bowing. Your eyes scanned the crowd for any familiar faces, as they did every night. But tonight, they land on a handsome stranger.
His face was tear-stained, the amount of emotions in his eyes overwhelming your senses. He looked at you in a way you couldn’t describe. You’d never seen anyone in the audience look at you the way this man did. The two of you made strong eye contact with each other, and his eyes softened as they met yours. Almost like he was in awe, either of you or the whole performance. In awe that any human being could invoke the emotion you did – without using any words. Most people felt like that about ballets, but this man had been affected differently, you could tell. He stuck in your mind as the curtains fell for the last time that night.
You and your cast dispersed from the stage, exhausted in every sense of the word. You returned to the large dressing room you shared with several of your coworkers, taking off makeup and changing into regular clothing. Not you though, not yet anyway. You decided you’d regret it forever if you didn’t at least try to speak to this man. He felt the same, searching for some way to speak to you. You hurried from the room, eyes scanning a sea of people for this man. People crowded you, asking for autographs and telling you how great you were in the show. You were certainly grateful for it all, that was not to be mistaken. But you couldn’t lose this man.
After minutes of frantic searching, you felt defeated. You drudged back to the dressing room, feeling stupid for ever trying it in the first place. Surely you over-analyzed the situation in some way. He was like most audience members at the end of this play. But not to you. Nevertheless, you returned to change into something comfortable to drive home in, letting your hair flow loose from its tight bun atop your head.
“(Y/N), I think I heard this guy looking for you. Wearing a suit, super hot. Do you know him? What’s his name?”, one of your fellow dancers asked you. You looked up at her.
“I don’t know, Angelica. I’d never seen him before tonight. He was…different.” She smiled at your words.
“Yeah, different, alright. If by ‘different’ you mean ‘absolute hunk’, then yeah, I agree.” She giggled at herself. You scoffed in a playful manner at her, lightly slapping her arm. You didn’t know why it seemed to matter, since you’d probably never see him again.
Looking at yourself in the mirror again, you concluded you’d just take the makeup off when you got home. Tonight was especially tiring, knowing you made some weird connection with a man you’ll never see again, you just wanted to go home and lie down.
Carrying your bag out of the dressing room, you started heading out the back door and to your car. Suddenly, you heard your name being called, so you turned. It was the security guy, blocking someone from the hall. “This guy says he knows you, (Y/N).” The security guard was a friend you’d met when you started at that theater, and took his job very seriously. He stepped out of the way, only just so you could see who he meant. It was the guy from the audience. You heart jumped in your chest at the sight of him up close. He was as handsome as everyone had been saying.
“He’s a friend, Chris.”, you told the guard. He trusted you, stepping aside.
“Okay, but I won’t be far if you need something.” Chris eyed the guy suspiciously, then rounded the corner and went down the hall.
An electric silence hung in the air between you as you searched for what to say. He cleared his throat and extended his hand to you. “I-I’m Aaron. That performance was absolutely…breathtaking. It was the best play I’ve seen in awhile.” Your cheeks grew a light shade of pink. You took his hand, shaking it. A small smile graced your lips.
“That’s too kind of you, Aaron.” The two of you held the handshake for a couple seconds too long, but neither of you seemed to mind it. Once your hands drifted away from each other, he cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes. You anxiously awaited what he had to say. The way he got nervous around you made butterflies stir inside you.
“Are you hungry? I know a good 24/7 diner. I swear, best coffee ever.” A shy smile grew on his lips. You returned it. Normally you wouldn’t even consider such an offer, but this guy was different. He was safe and comforting, not to mention drop dead gorgeous.
“Well in that case, I’ll have to see for myself how good this coffee really is.” His smile grew at the mention of your acceptance.
“I promise it won’t disappoint.”
He was right, it didn’t. Aaron seemed to be the type of man that kept his promises, and you were right. Your heart raced in your chest during the short drive to the diner. He pulled his black SUV into a spot in front of the building, holding the front door open for you. He joined you at your side, offering his arm to you. You took it with a shy smile playing on your lips, and he led you to the bar. You both took a seat on the barstools, and you let your eyes wander around the building.
It had a very cozy feel to it, the soft lighting falling over the two of you as he let you look over the menu. He was stealing glances at you when he thought you weren’t paying any attention to him. You were, of course. The waitress approaches you from the other side of the bar.
“Hey, Hotch. Who’s this beautiful lady you’ve got with you tonight?”, she asks with a kind undertone to her voice, giving Aaron a side glance. He chuckles.
“This is (Y/N).” Your name on his voice made you feel a certain, electrical way.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, (Y/N). What can I get you? Aaron, the usual?” He nodded, and their gaze fell on you. You told the waitress what you wanted, and she left the two of you alone again to put the order in.
“What’s your usual?”, you asked him. He shrugged, a playful smirk on his face.
“You’ll just have to see.” You rolled your eyes at him, smiling. The rest of the night carried on comfortably as you ate and got to know Aaron better. He was an FBI agent, which was impressive, yet not surprising. He seemed the type. A strong, confident, leader type. Not that you minded it.
He drove you home, and the tension in the air between the two of you could be cut with a butter knife.
“It was really nice to meet you, Aaron.”
“Oh no, the pleasure was all mine.”
After exchanging information with him, he kissed your cheek and made sure you got inside alright before pulling away. Once inside, you melted against the door like a love struck teenager in a romantic coming of age movie. You couldn’t wait to see him again, hopefully cheering you on from the crowd. This time would be different though, because now he wasn’t just a stranger in the crowd and you weren’t just a ballerina. You were his favorite dancer.
hey guys! i know i haven’t been active in awhile and i apologize, but i hope this final chapter (unless y’all want like an epilogue or something of that nature) of ‘the intern’ makes up for it. i’m so sad to see this series go because it was one of my favorites to write but we got more series, one shots, and all that good stuff on the way!
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The past four weeks have flown by quickly. You were out of the cast and back on your feet in the bullpen. You were helping out everywhere; between running errands for Garcia and helping out with the rest of the team, you were dead tired by the end of the day. But it didn’t matter to you. You were finally getting a taste of what you loved, even with school and classes still a part of your daily routine. You were eternally grateful for the geniuses you had on hand when you were doing homework in between tasks. Everything be damned if you didn’t take advantage of it.
A groan slipped from your lips, filling every nook and cranny in Garcia’s office. It broke the comfortable silence between the two of you, other than the sound of her fingernails clicking away on the keys at record speed.
“What’s a matter, babe?”, she asked, gaze never wavering from the work in front of her. Your head now rested on your arms on the table in front of you. You let out an exasperated sigh.
“I hate math.”, you stated simply, earning a chuckle from her. She rolled her chair over next to yours, placing a gentle hand on your back.
“Let me see it.” You sat up so she could look over your work. The page was littered with dozens of scratch work equations that were slightly visible from having been erased. Most of the questions had half-completed answers or none at all. She shook her head.
“You should ask Reid. Why do they change the way people do math every year?” You sighed again as she rolled back to her desk. You gathered your book and assignments up in your arms and carried them out into the bullpen, eyes falling on Dr. Reid scribbling away on a file.
“I’m glad I caught you here, I need the help of a genius.”, you explained, pulling an empty chair up to his desk after having sat your things down on it. He looked taken aback by your sudden approach. He didn’t say anything at first, not meeting your eyes. “If you’re too busy right now, then don’t worry-“, you started, but were cut off by his stammering.
“N-no, I’m not too busy for you, (Y/N).” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say a slight blush crept upon his cheeks. “What’s the w-work?”, he asked you, clearing his throat and meeting your eyes for only split seconds at a time. You smiled and shook your head at the awkward doctor, letting him take a look at the papers. He quickly realized what you were working on, then tried helping you, going on ramblings about the equations and variables you didn’t understand. Eventually, you could form answers to your questions on the pages.
“You’re a lifesaver, Spencer. Thanks.”, you said, flashing him a bright smile. He offered you a small smile and minimal eye contact. You just turned and left, satisfied with the completed worksheet. You returned to Garcia’s office to see Hotch there, standing over her. They were talking about something; pictures of criminals and crime scenes flashed the screens on the walls as she clicked around and typed. You froze in the doorway.
Aaron Hotchner was a wonderful boss and an amazing man; he thought of you as an outstanding addition to the team, so you had no reason to be so intimidated by him. But you couldn’t help it. Maybe it had something to do with the way you’d seen him interrogate suspects so intensely, or maybe with the fact that you had a bit of a crush on him. You’d never admit to the latter though. It was unprofessional and wrong, but it felt so right all at the same time.
Almost as if he could sense your presence, he called you in the room without ever turning to face you. You moved towards him, setting your things down on your desk. You stood next to him in the already small, getting smaller space. His body heat radiated onto your skin, cologne filling your senses. You swallowed hard, hoping he didn’t hear it.
“(Y/L/N), see if you can help Garcia find a connection between some of these victims. If you find anything, just drop by my office and let me know.”, he stated, turning to face you. There were only inches between your bodies; you couldn’t meet his eyes. You could feel his gaze looking down on you, so you looked up, ready to maintain composure.
His brown eyes looked black in the minimal light of the room. “Yes, sir.” You could hear your voice waver slightly and you kicked yourself internally for it. You couldn’t help but think that if Garcia weren’t here, this would be a very different story. He looked in your eyes a little longer than might’ve been necessary, then gave you a smirk before leaving. He shut the door behind him.
You exhaled immediately, nearly doubling over. You hadn’t realized you’d barely been breathing.
“Jesus Christ, (Y/N), I’m surprised he didn’t fuck you right against that wall!”, she hissed under her breath, in case he was still in earshot. You gasped.
“Garcia!”, you exclaimed, lightly slapping her shoulder.
“You could cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a knife!”, she retorted. The two of you made eye contact.
“Really? It’s not just me?”, you asked with full sincerity.
“Hell no! You need to get on that, (Y/N).”, she said with a knowing smile, sending you a wink. Your cheeks flushed hot red and you rolled your eyes.
“Garcia, I can’t do that. You know it’s wrong.” As much as you wanted to pursue anything with Hotch, you were telling her the truth. It was wrong. You walked over and sat in your seat, sighing and starting to work on your homework again.
“Honey, love is never wrong.”, she said in that soothing and comforting voice. You knew that, on some level, she was right. You dropped your pencil, unable to focus on your work. You swiveled to face her.
“Yeah, cause that argument would go over well with Strauss. Or whoever is above her.” She sighed. She knew you were right, too.
“Just don’t count him out yet. You two…deserve happiness. I think you could give each other that.” You knew she was serious. She placed a hand on your knee, squeezing it.
“Thanks, PG.” You gave her a half-smile. She shrugged.
“What’re friends for?” She flashed you a huge smile, and the two of you returned to your respective workloads.
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Nearly four hours later, you’d long ago finished your homework, and now you were helping Garcia with the workload provided to the two of you by Hotch. The two of you agreed with each other that you’d need some eye bleach after this; the images flashing on the screen were those that most people could never stomach seeing.
You rubbed your eyes, blinking afterwards. Your eyes physically hurt from staring at the screens for hours. Suddenly, a pattern caught your attention. “Garcia, do you see that?” Your finger prodded the screen. She pulled her glasses so that they’d rest on top of her head, and leaned closer to the screen. She pulled a window from the top left corner so it would sit next to the one you two were looking at. Then, she pulled another picture from the fray of images and documents.
“A signature…”, the two of you muttered in unison. You locked eyes and shared a laugh.
“We finally found a pattern!”, you exclaimed, the life returning to your body as the joy flowed through you. Maybe it was because you were new, but making a connection like this and getting one step further to a solution felt so good. Garcia chuckled. You knitted your brows, looking over at her. “What?”
She gave you a sly smile. “You know you have to report to the boss, right?” Your heart sank in your chest. She was right. Your eyes flickered to the clock on the wall.
“It’s kinda late, do you think he’s even still-?”
“(Y/N), you know damn well he’s still in his office. If he could, he’d live here. Now go!” She ushered you out the door, almost by full force, but not before trying to undo a button on your top. You swatted her hand away and left the room, the sound of her laughter fading with every step you took forward.
Entering the bullpen, there were few agents left for the night. Dr. Reid still lingered, hunched over and lost in his paperwork. He looked up when you walked in, eyes following you as you walked and ascended the stairs to Hotch’s office. Not that you knew his gaze tracked you; you were too nervous about being alone with Aaron in his office to notice anything other than the floor beneath your feet.
Your knuckles rapped softly on the door and you heard him call you in from the other side. You exhaled, trying to get yourself together. It was ridiculous, the effect he had on you. You wondered if he knew.
You turned the knob, pushing the door open and shutting it behind you. The desk lamp illuminated a stack of papers, his pen scrawling what was likely his signature on the bottom of a sheet of paper. He looked up momentarily, then his gaze fell back on his desk. “(Y/L/N). Did you and Garcia find anything?” The sound of your heels echoed in the room as you carried yourself to his desk. You took a seat in the cushioned leather chair that sat spaced evenly from his desk and another chair that looked exactly like it.
You cleared your throat before saying, “We did find a pattern, a signature on all the victims.” He perked up, raising an eyebrow at you. You presented your findings to him, careful to keep your voice steady and not make eye contact with him for too long. It then occurred to you there was really no reason to try to hide your feelings around him; he was, after all, one of the best profilers the BAU had ever seen. You were sure he already knew. Worth a shot to try and keep it hidden, though, you figured.
After your rant was over, he nodded approvingly, a small smile on his lips. “Great job, (Y/N).” Your heart pumped quicker in your chest at the sound of your first name on his voice. But his voice was different than usual, so was his tone. He was tired, resulting in his voice being barely an octave deeper. Which didn’t help your nerves settle.
“Thank you, sir.”, you said with a twinge of confidence in your tone. It made you happy to impress him; his validation made it feel like you were getting better at your job every day. He suddenly chuckled, and you weren’t sure why, until he spoke up.
“I told you, (Y/L/N), you can call me Hotch. Or Aaron, if you’d like.” He leaned forward in his chair more, dark amber eyes burning a hole through you. Did he ever offer anyone else to call him Aaron? You weren’t sure you’d ever heard anyone else call him that – not to his face, anyway. Other than Rossi, maybe. But they were close friends.
“Thanks, Hotch.”, you spoke softly, stifling a small yawn. You’d play it safe for now, but the gesture itself meant everything to you. He smiled, almost satisfyingly so, leaning back in his office chair. He raised his right wrist to look at his watch, noting the time, before meeting your eyes again.
“It’s late, (Y/L/N). You should head home. You’ve been a lot of help today, as usual, of course.” You would never get used to hearing him compliment you. Your eyes flickered between the stack of paperwork and him. You’ve spent enough time at the BAU to know that those files needed to be reviewed, signed, and done by the end of the weekend, which crept closer with every passing second. As amazing at his job as he was, there was no way humanly possible he’d finish it in time and get a wink of sleep at the same time.
“That’s a lot of paperwork.”, you noted aloud. He nodded, likely knowing where you were going with the words that would follow.
“It is.” His eyes narrowed at you, a small smirk playing on his face as he awaited your question.
“You can’t finish all of that and still have time to sleep.” He was silent. He knew you were right. “What can I do to help?”
Hotch just chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ll burn yourself out, you know.” Nevertheless, he passed you a black ink pen, your fingertips brushing each other’s hands in the process.
“I could say the same thing about you.” He chuckles deeply and shrugs. You smile to yourself, successful in making him smile, which is a rare accomplishment for most.
A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as hours pass and the pile dwindles to only three or four files. The two of you migrated to the leather couch in his office, a more comfortable place to work on a tedious assignment for hours. You’d lost count of the yawns you’d let slip from your lips. Even Hotch seemed to have trouble staying awake. You glanced at the time. You’d been in his office for almost four hours. Your mind wandered to what Garcia will have to say about ‘what really happened last night’. The time slowly crept into the early morning hours of the next day.
“(Y/N)”, Hotch begins, breaking the silence. You look up at him, waiting on him to continue. “I’ll drive you home if you’re too tired to drive. And a ride back to the office in the morning for your car. But you can’t oversleep.”, he jokes. You hit his arm lightly.
“I don’t oversleep!”, you exclaim, trailing off. “That often.” You stifle a yawn before answering, “Let’s just finish these last few and I’ll drive myself home. I wouldn’t want to be in your way.”
His mind was filled with one thought: “How could you ever burden me, (Y/N)?”. But he didn’t answer you. He just handed you a file and took one for himself, the two of you finishing the workload quickly. On your last one, it took all your strength to focus on the words on the paper and your handwriting. It felt like the couch was pulling you in. The cushions wrapped you up, softer than how you’d imagine a cloud would feel. You didn’t mean to, but your eyes fluttered shut and stayed that way as you drifted to sleep.
Aaron didn’t even notice at first that you’d fallen asleep. He continued working, lost in the papers and his mind. He got so enveloped with the case, he hadn’t noticed the slow rise and fall of your chest and your body relaxed into his chest. Once he did notice though, that he wasn’t just being used as a cushion, it was all he could pay attention to.
It wasn’t that you always looked stressed, but it was a nice sight to see you so relaxed. He kept thinking about how you deserved it, what you might be dreaming about, even. Thinking about if it might’ve been him. A dread grew within him, knowing he’d have to wake you. He didn’t want to; you just looked so peaceful, angelic. Beautiful.
So he didn’t.
Instead, he draped a blanket – which he happened to have, thrown across the back of the couch, in case he had a late-night himself – over your resting form. He made sure to cover you fully, from below your neck to your toes, without waking you. Another thought soon crept into his head: he couldn’t just leave you here, overnight, alone.
He evaluated his options. He could try to sleep in his office chair, which he’d done before. It wasn’t the most comfortable. There was no room to lay down on the couch, for obvious reasons. He had a couple of chairs in the office, but…
His gaze fell upon you again. Was it risky, waging a war with fate in the chance that the two of you might be caught snuggling on the couch together? Absolutely, it was. But he was willing to take that chance. Besides, who could tell him, their boss, that he was wrong? Sure, the two of you may never quit hearing about it, but he wouldn’t mind. And something told him you wouldn’t either.
After doing a quick scan of the bullpen for remaining agents, and finding none, he shifted his weight ever so slowly, letting you fall gently onto the couch. He stepped quietly over to his desk to flick the lamp off, then closed the shades slowly, and shut the door, careful not to let the door handle click too loudly. He shrugged off his suit jacket and shoes, draping his jacket over your already-covered body.
He got as comfortable as possible on the cushion that he’d previously occupied, slowly, as to not shift the cushions and risk waking you. His eyes were trained on you; you never moved as he settled himself down. As cliché as it was, he seemed to fall asleep faster with you in the room.
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The sun woke you up, in a disorienting way. The simple fact that the sun had woken you was strange in itself since the sun rises on the other side of your apartment complex. Suddenly, you remembered, you weren’t in your bed. The surface you were lying on was comfortable, but not your bed comfortable. The strangest thing was that your pillow was uneven. And warm. With a pulse.
Your eyes opened, and you instantly snapped them shut. Bad idea. The sun hurt your sensitive eyes, and a groan involuntarily slipped from your lips. You sat up, stretching out all your limbs. You looked over at your ‘pillow’, putting a heartbeat, chest and a smell to a face. The blanket and jacket you were covered with smelled of him, so you didn’t need to open your eyes to know who it was.
“Aaron?”, you asked in a sleepy voice. Your eyes finally focused, the sun losing its effect on you. He was awake. How long had he been…?
“Good morning, (Y/N). If you want a ride home to change out of yesterday’s clothes, I can drop you off on my way home.” A small smirk danced on his pink, soft-looking lips, the sun sparkling in his eyes like rays of light through a glass of whiskey. You started panicking. What if the team caught you like this? Would they tell Strauss? What if you lost your job?
“(Y/N).” You’d broken eye contact with him. He knew you were freaking out. You met his gaze again. “Nobody’s here. It’s eight o’clock, on a Sunday morning. Calm down.” Regret started flooding his mind. Should he have just taken you home? You exhaled a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding. “Are you okay?”, he asked you.
“Y-yeah, I’m good.” You rubbed your eyes, realizing too late you were wearing makeup, smearing it over the rest of your face. “Oh, shit.” You looked down at your hands, laughing at yourself. “I probably look a mess.”
Hotch laughed. “No, you don’t.” The words slipped from Aaron’s tired lips, no thought behind them. But it was true, it was how he felt. A blush crept up your neck and to your cheeks. Suddenly it was harder to meet his eyes. You chuckled nervously.
“Thanks, Hotch.” You wrung your fingers through your hands. A truthful atmosphere fell over the room, it seemed. “That was the best sleep I’d had in a while.” Hotch was a little taken aback at your honesty but flattered. He blushed a bit himself. He cleared his throat, then laughed.
“Me too, honestly.”, he muttered in a deep morning voice. Your eyes met. There wasn’t much space between the two of you in the first place, but you could’ve sworn he leaned forward to close the distance. His huge hand gently caressed your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheek. You watched his eyes flicker from yours to your lips. You could feel the blood rushing to your heart; you wondered if he could feel it running through your veins against his fingers.
His lips brushed against yours when suddenly, the alarm on his phone went off. The two of you jumped back like you’d been shot, your heart rate climbing. “Jesus Christ, Aaron.”, you exclaim, laughing to try and hide how startled you were. You hear him curse under his breath, digging his phone out of his pocket and silencing it. He sighed, shaking his head. He chuckled at himself, you assumed.
“I’m sorry.”, he said lowly. The apology wasn’t very specific towards anything; if it was, it wasn’t clear to you. How many things was he apologizing for? What thoughts were running through his head? He was hard to read, but maybe he liked it that way.
“For what?”, you asked softly, scooting closer to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. You felt him tense under your hand, then relax. He looked up at you.
“For ruining that…”, he trailed off as his eyes met yours. He searched your face, trying to understand exactly what feelings you were experiencing. Hopefully, he knew you weren’t upset with him. Your hand snaked down his arm, taking his hand in yours. Now it was your turn to cup his face in your hand; you felt his five o’clock shadow prickling against your fingers, but his cheek was soft as you smoothed it under your thumb.
“You didn’t ruin anything.”, you whispered. His eyes were a dark brown, despite the sunlight coming in. The rays were softer now, an orange color. His dark eyelashes shone under the light. He was enthralling in every way. You felt yourself falling harder and harder for him every second, especially now, but you’d never change that.
Your thumb lightly brushed over his lips, taking him in. He watched your every move, just as entranced with you as you were with him. You felt his hand behind your neck, pulling you closer to him until your lips finally touched. His lips on yours were better than you could’ve ever anticipated. He was slow, soft, gentle, like rain in the spring. Then again, there was a need behind it. A longing; he’d been waiting for this as long as you have, maybe even longer.
You wanted to kiss him all day, be in his arms and wrap yourselves up in each other. You were falling, hard. Harder than hitting every branch on the way down, harder than the way the first boom of a firework echoes in your chest.
Both of you were breathless by now, but neither of you seemed to care about the lack of oxygen. The kiss was deeper now, hotter, needier, messier. You’d thrown a knee over his lap, your hands fisted in his white button-up. His hands rested on your sides, dangerously low past the waistband of your pants. His lips suddenly broke from yours, the sound of your heavy breathing filling the room. He never stopped for a breath; his lips were making up for lost time, trailing from your chin, down your neck. He took his time with you, as you’d always imagined he would.
You’d barely caught your breath when you whisper his name in his ear. He stopped, pulling back. “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” His concerned eyes searched your face. You didn’t answer him with any words, just by kissing his lips again but only for a moment. The single kiss took a lot of your self-control, but you knew you were moving fast.
“I’ve never been better, Aaron. But…”, you said in a low voice, trailing a finger down his neck until you hit the first button on his shirt. “I want to take it slow with you, Hotch. I want to know all your little quirks and I want to be there for the stuff that you don’t do in front of anyone else because you trust me that much. I know how sappy it sounds…”, you paused, watching for his reaction through your spill so far. He watched you move and speak like you were the most important thing he’d ever had to pay attention to. And that’s exactly what you were to him. “Aaron,” you started again, running one of your hands through his hair, “I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for you. And here you are, everything I’ve ever wanted, right in front of me.”
How did he feel? He answered you with a kiss, one more passionate than any from earlier – if you could believe it, that is. “(Y/N)...you’re everything I’ve been waiting on. I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without you.” You chuckled, earning a small smile from him.
“Well, good luck getting rid of me now, Aaron Hotchner.”
hey guys! just wanted to update you on my life and why my works haven’t been coming out like i want them to. i recently started my first job (!!!) and i love it so much, but unfortunately it leaves me little to no time to write. i’m gonna try to do my best but i wanted to let you all know i didn’t forget about you. so just bare with me with posting please, thank you 🤍
prompt: hey I have a fluff request. for Hotchner x reader where they plan a movie night while jack is at a sleepover but jack gets sick so he comes home and hangs out with them while he gets better.
content warnings: a little cursing, sick little boy 🥺
hope you enjoy love! sorry it took me so long <3
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A sigh of relief passed through your lips as you closed the last file on your desk. It had been a long day, and an even longer week. There was one thing getting you through it, one thing you kept in sight as your motivation to Friday.
Recently, Aaron Hotchner had finally asked you out, after months of pining from both of you. This Friday wouldn’t be your first date, but then again, the butterflies he gave you always made it feel like the first time. He’d planned a whole movie night while Jack was away at a sleepover, complete with pizza, popcorn, wine, and dessert. A thought lingered in the back of your mind though; you hoped the two of you wouldn’t be watching much of any movie, too enveloped in each other to be paying attention to the screen.
Quitting time had finally rolled around, the office mostly empty. Other than Aaron, of course, the workaholic. His desk lamp still shone through the open blinds in his office. A smirk grew on your lips as you ascended the staircase leading to his office, knocking softly on the door.
“Agent Hotchner, can I see you a moment?”, you called softly from the other side, teasing him with his authoritative rank. You heard him let out a deep chuckle from the other side; he knew your voice all too well.
“Come in, (Y/L/N).”, he replied, using your last name to play along. The two of you usually called each other by your first names, when not in an extremely professional setting, of course. You opened the door, entering the room and then shutting it quietly behind you. He looked up from his work, a smile on his face, and beckoned you over with two fingers, sending butterflies roaring in your stomach.
You pulled the blinds shut, knowing full well any remaining agents in the office would be aware of what’s happening behind closed doors and blinds, despite them being closed. The sound of your heels carried in the room as you walked over, an ever growing smile on your lips. You sat on his desk in front of him, running your hand through his hair.
“Happy to see me, (Y/N)?”, he asked, knowing the answer, as he rose from his office chair and wrapped his arms around your waist, lips pressing a kiss to yours like it was instinct. Which it kind of was, at this point.
You laughed, then sighed. “It’s been a long ass day, Aaron. A lot of paperwork.” You knew it was nothing compared to his workload; the boss always had more to do than everyone else. But you, along with the rest of the team, knew he could handle it. Even if he needed a break, he’d push himself. Well, tonight, you’d be pulling him from his work for a well deserved break.
“Don’t I know it. Ready to get out of here?”, he asked in a voice you’d almost classify as sultry, accompanied by a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. You smiled nonetheless, knowing his intentions to be very good.
“Absolutely, sir.”, you said with a chipper tone, saluting him as you stood from the desk. He rolled his eyes and laughed, placing his hands on your cheeks. He kissed your lips with a bit of need, which you had for him as well, so it didn’t bother you at all.
After you’d both gathered your things and tied up loose ends for the day, you headed to the elevator. The two of you tried to keep your relationship a secret at the start, but it was too hard for both of you. Plus, it was a little noticeable by a group of profilers when you left and arrived within minutes of each other every day.
The ride to Aaron’s place was short, and you were ready to kick off your heels and enjoy that wine. And maybe enjoy your company, too.
Aaron unlocked the door, throwing his jacket and briefcase on the couch. You did the same. He headed to the kitchen for the wine, calling out at you to make yourself at home. You were about to slide your heels off when his phone rang. Immediately, you could tell in his tone something was off.
“What happened, is he alright?”, you heard him ask. You hurried into the kitchen to stand at his side, placing a hand on his arm. He mouthed something to you: ‘It’s Jack’. Your heart sank. You loved that little boy, despite not knowing him or Aaron for very long; the Hotchner boys held a special place in your heart. You waited in silence to hear the problem.
A voice spoke hurriedly on the other end, but you couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying. Aaron’s dark brows furrowed on his forehead. You could practically watch his gears turn as he processed whatever he was being told.
“Okay. I’ll be over soon.” With that, he ended the call. He explained to you that Jack had gotten sick while at his friend’s house; he wasn’t feeling well and he felt feverish, begging his friend’s mom to call Aaron. “I have to go pick him up, but if you want to go home then-“ You cut him off.
“No, no, Aaron, I wouldn’t dream of it. I want to stay, help with Jack. Make sure he’s alright.” He smiled at your words, placing a kiss to your forehead. No way would Aaron attest to having more time with you. Quickly, the two of you headed out the door to get Jack.
After arriving at the friend’s house, you waited in the passenger seat while Aaron went inside. You chewed at the inside of your cheek, leg shaking with anxiety. You hoped Jack would be okay. Hotch came out soon afterwards, Jack in his arms along with his little overnight bag. He was wearing his little pajamas already, arms wrapped tight around his dad’s neck. You jumped out of the car and opened the back door for Aaron, and he mumbled a ‘thank you’. Once Jack was situated in his seat, Aaron pulled back, about to shut the door when Jack looked up at you with those big brown eyes. The eyes that always reminded you of Aaron’s.
“Miss (Y/N)?”, he asked in a small voice. You smiled, heart warming at the sound of your name coming from him.
“Hi buddy. Wanna go home and watch some movies? Maybe eat some soup?”, you asked him, holding his little hand. He quickly reciprocated, squeezing your hand. He nodded eagerly. You smiled, squeezing his hand one more time before Aaron shut the door.
“Thanks for staying. It really means a lot, to both of us.” Aaron said to you, his gaze wandering to his son inside.
“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else on a Friday evening. Movie night with my boys.”, you replied, a huge grin on your face. Aaron’s lips mirrored yours, the smile spreading to his eyes. He kissed you, with the most love you’d ever felt from anyone. You could get used to this.
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self spon for my aaron hotchner playlist (i’m very proud of it) enjoy loves! <3
What about Steve Rogers x reader where reader’s hands turn purple when she gets cold so Steve over time picks up the habit of holding her hands, rubbing them, blowing on them, etc.? It just becomes a normal daily thing
request/prompt: What about Steve Rogers x reader where reader’s hands turn purple when she gets cold so Steve over time picks up the habit of holding her hands, rubbing them, blowing on them, etc.? It just becomes a normal daily thing
i apologize for the length, i know it’s kinda short, but i hope you enjoy anyway dear <3
content warnings: minimal cursing
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Snowflakes softly pattered against the window, quite the change from earlier in the day. In New York City, it was a whiteout. The biggest you’ve seen since you moved here. Since you joined The Avengers. It was only the start of the winter and a good prediction for what may lie ahead in the coming months.
Sure, Tony’s tower was heated, but it never seemed to reach your room like it did the others. Plus, you seemed to be a naturally cold person. As beautiful as it was to watch the flakes fall from the clouds and pile up on the ground outside, you couldn’t get past the frozen digits on both your hands and feet. Even bundling up in a sweater, sweatpants, fuzzy socks and a blanket didn’t seem to be enough to warm your hands.
It was a quiet afternoon; you sat in front of one of the many fire places in the tower, nose deep in your favorite book and watching the flames every now and again. Today was training day for most of the team, the day everyone would work on their skills or powers. You might’ve joined them, trying to work on your weakest points, but you felt as though you were quite literally frozen in place.
Getting lost in the pages and the story, you hadn’t even heard Steve come in. He announced himself by sitting next to you on the couch, wrapping an arm, dampened with sweat, around your shoulders. You jumped, sighing along with an eye roll, closing your book. Your hand flew to your chest, and you didn’t miss the smirk on Steve’s lips.
“You scared the shit out of me, Steve.”, you breathed out, heart racing in your chest. The accelerated rhythm might also be contributed to the fact that Steve Rogers was right next to you.
Since you first laid eyes on the man – which is honestly an understatement, the man is nearly a god – you fell head over heels, and quickly, too. He and the other team members saved your ass in one of the many NYC alien invasions. Come to find out, should you have known how to use your powers, it was likely you didn’t need much saving. That’s all in the past now; the Captain belongs to you, without a doubt from any party.
“Language, doll.”, he teased. You smiled, rolling your eyes. He placed a soft, gentlemanly kiss on your cheek. “Why didn’t you train today, are you feeling alright?” His hand rested lightly on your thigh, icy blue eyes searching your face for an answer.
“Yeah I’m fine, Steve. Just not feeling up to it today, I guess.” Your gaze wandered to the window, watching the snow flutter past. He gently held your hand, but nearly recoiling when he felt the temperature of it.
“(Y/N), you’re freezing!”, he exclaimed, pulling your body close to his. He wrapped you up in his arms, heat radiating off his chest. His hands held yours, rubbing them together to create warmth. He even blew on them, pulling the blanket tighter around your body. Against Steve, it wouldn’t take long to warm up.
“Honey, I’m okay, really.”, you tried to reassure him, but he wasn’t having it. Your legs were draped over his waist, head laying on his chest. Slowly but surely, you warmed up. The crackling of the fire and Steve’s presence lulled you to sleep; his hands never left yours.
About a week or so later, another huge storm plagued the city. It had been cold throughout the week, prompting you to rub your hands together almost every second. You even tried training to warm up. It helped, but not for long. As soon as you’d get out of the shower, your fingers would go right back to being icicles.
Steve had made a habit of always asking you if your hands were warm; he was even sure to keep it between the two of you, in case you might be embarrassed of it or didn’t want anyone to ridicule you for it. It was one of the reasons you loved him.
Today, you woke to a blizzard on display out the window of yours and Steve’s shared bedroom. He had you wrapped in his arms, your bare back pressed against his equally bare chest. He was still fast asleep, his rhythmic breathing waving across the back of your neck. You relished in the feeling of being against him; this was your paradise in reality.
Seemingly in his sleep, his hands wandered and found yours. They clasped yours, warmth spreading through your fingers. Maybe it ought to snow more often, you thought to yourself, as you watched the flakes start falling softer and Steve pulled you even closer. Your eyes fell closed, your mind and body drifting into a peaceful sleep with your personal heater by your side.
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
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i’m going to continue working on my fics, in the meantime you can send in requests as long as you understand it won’t get done right away 😊
hi guys! i’m really sorry about the long wait, but i hope you like this chapter! and i know it sounds like the end of the series at the end but i promise it’s not! just figured (Y/N) needed some fluff after all she’s been through. enjoy! :)
Your eyes snapped open. You sat up in bed, your body and the sheets around you soaked in sweat. You could finally breathe again, gasping for air. The phantom feeling of the unsub’s hands around your throat faded away with every second you were awake. Your hands felt around your throat; it felt so real, you were afraid you’d see bruises in the shape of hands if you looked in the mirror.
Two months had gone by, and almost every night, you had the same nightmare. Or at least some version of it. It was you and the unsub, and this time, he’d actually had the time he wanted with no interruptions from the FBI. He cut you up even more than he had in real life, making you lose almost enough blood to kill you. He even got to fuck you, and it felt all too real. But every time you woke up in the middle of the night, you had to remind yourself it wasn’t, and that you were okay. Healing, both physically and mentally. But you never had to remind yourself alone if Aaron Hotchner had anything to say about it.
You’d started your apprenticeship not long after your discharge from the hospital, under the wonderful woman you now know as Jennifer Jareau, or JJ. She, along with the rest of the BAU, quickly became your closest friends. Everything was going so smoothly - other than everything inside your own mind. So when Aaron inevitably picked up on your distress with his expert profiling skills, there was no stopping him from being at your side whenever he could. Not that it took much convincing on your end. Which means he was at your side this very moment.
He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest. “It’s okay, (Y/N).”, he whispered in your ear. He gently rubbed your arm, trying to comfort you and calm your racing heart rate. You sighed, closing your eyes and relaxing against him, letting him wrap you up in his arms. Just his presence made you calm down. He placed a gentle kiss right in the crook where your neck and your shoulder meet, trailing them down the skin on your back that your tank top didn’t cover.
“Do you want to talk about it, honey?”, he muttered, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your arm. You exhaled again, snuggling up to him and pulling his arms tighter to you.
“Not really. It was just about the same as it always is.”, you lied, a tear sliding out of your right eye and onto the pillow.
“Is there anything I can do?”, he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck. Tonight, the dream was one of the rarer ones: the sex. Those dreams didn’t happen often, but when they did, they were the worst ones. You could feel every slimy kiss, his clammy hands all over your body, even his dick inside you. Why did your imagination have to be so vivid? Was there anything Aaron could do to help you feel better?
Suddenly, it hit you. You turned over, still in his arms, and cradled his cheek in your hand. He searched your face with a worried look, likely about to ask what was wrong, before you cut him off with a kiss. You could tell he was surprised at first, but he quickly relaxed, kissing you back, softly at first. He would always tread carefully when he knew you were vulnerable; he never wanted to take advantage of your foggy emotional state. Aaron made sure you always wanted anything he did. He never continued without your consent, which you loved and appreciated, of course. But tonight, you just needed him, without any words.
“(Y/N), your head's not clear right now…”, he trailed off as your hands started fumbling with his pajama pants’ string under the blanket. He gasped as you slid a hand into his boxers, palming his cock that was already starting to get hard. The feeling of him in your hands at his most vulnerable and the thought that he got this hard just because of you started to turn you on, too.
“Aaron, I’ve never been more sure about what I want.”, you whispered into his ear as you started lightly stroking him. He let out a shaky breath, followed by a moan. Suddenly he grabbed your hand, pulling it off his dick and out of his pants. You were concerned you’d done something wrong at first, until he climbed on top of you. He kissed your lips, being as gentle as he could. His long fingers tangled in your hair, and your hands fisted in his.
“Do you want me to go slow?”, he whispered after pulling away from you, looking into your eyes. The street light outside faintly illuminated the room, and you could barely make out his features. His eyes flickered all over your face, pupils dilated, and not just from being in the dark. You thought about your answer to his question, which didn’t take long.
“I need you, Aaron. Right now.” You kissed him roughly, moaning against his lips. He reciprocated, not one to question your enthusiasm. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull your tank top over your head and toss it into the floor. He made quick removal of his pants. Then, his soft lips trailed kisses down your neck, down in between your breasts. The skin started scarring already, but he knew it was still sore, so he was more gentle. His lips felt like the flaps of butterfly wings across your scars, hoping he could remind you how beautiful you are to him and how much he loves you. He succeeded.
His lips continued their journey further south, wandering hands finding their place in the waistbands of your shorts and panties. He hooked his fingers in them to pull them down, but not before looking up at you and into your eyes. You gave him a hurried nod. He smirked, almost ripping them off your body.
“Tonight…”, he trailed off, placing a kiss on your inner thighs in between each of his words, “is…all…about…you, baby.” You bit your lip so hard you feared it may bleed, but you didn’t care. “Soaking wet already, are we, (Y/N)?” The butterflies in your stomach roared, your pussy aching for his touch. Aaron’s lips made haste attaching themselves to your clit, his tongue working the magic you knew he had in him. Your eyes rolled back into your head, a gasp-turned-moan escaping your lips. You felt him smile against you; he knew full well his effect on you. Again, not that you cared.
Slowly, he entered one finger inside you, then two, curling them and fucking you with them. “Fuck, Aaron…” That was all you could manage. One of your hands fisted in his hair, the other in your sheets. The hand Aaron wasn’t using to fuck you snaked it’s way up your chest, fingers twisting and pinching your nipple, all while massaging your breast. You couldn’t help it; you pulled his hair, earning a deep and guttural moan from him, sending vibrations through your core. “Aaron…I’m gonna, oh god, fuck…” His pace never wavered, and your sentence turned into a string of curses and unintelligible words. Seconds later, he sent you over the edge, knowing to start slowing down when he felt you contracting around his fingers.
He pulled them out, and immediately you missed the feeling, so much so that you let out a small whine. Through hooded eyes, you watched him lick his fingers clean, a moan slipping from his lips. He crawled back up to you, kissing your lips passionately. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and feel his hard-on grazing your inner thigh. Instinctively, you ground your hips on him, and he bucked right against you. He nearly growled against your lips; the sound of Aaron’s moans and his dick being so close to your pussy turned you back on.
You pushed him so that he sat up, crawling onto his lap and latching your lips to his. His fingers snaked up your neck and to the back of your head, pulling your hair with just the right force. Your eyes got lost in your head as he bit your neck and kissed it so hard, it felt like he could’ve ripped your skin off. This was the side of Aaron you rarely saw these days, but when he came out, you loved every second. “Are you ready for me to fuck you, (Y/N)?”, he asked you in a low, husky voice right in your ear.
“Aaron, god, please…”, you breathed out, burying your face in the crook of his neck.Your chests were pressed against each other; you could feel his heavy breathing and sweat as if it were your own. When he got rough like this, usually he’d make you beg, but he had one common thought: you and your pleasure. This was about you, after all. Then again, it always was for him.
He positioned himself so he could fuck you, and you settled yourself on top of his dick, reveling in the full feeling he always gave you. Quickly, it became the two of you merging into one person. His hips snapped against your ass, and you rode him like you needed to do it to live. You were both gasping for air, pleasure overtaking the both of you. Your nails raked down Aaron’s back, his fingers gripping your waist and his forehead resting on your shoulder. The knot in your stomach grew tighter with each second, until you started seeing spots and shockwaves flooded throughout your body. Aaron must’ve came around the same time, because you could feel him twitching inside of you, your body pulsing around him.
The only sounds left in the room were the sounds of your heavy breathing, and the rain that you didn’t hear start falling, pattering against the window. He kissed you softly, slowing pulling out of you. You two just laid there for a moment, coming down from your highs and kissing each other slowly and sensually. You started falling asleep on his chest, until he kissed your forehead and said he was going to get a wet towel to clean the both of you up. You smiled weakly, trying to stay awake until he got back.
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The morning sun softly coming in through the blinds woke you up, yours and Aaron’s legs tangled under the comforter. Your bare back was pressed against his chest; you could feel his chest rising and falling at a peaceful rate against you. His arm was draped over your waist lazily. You wished you could stop time, only so you could be here forever. You sighed with content, snuggling into him. His slow and steady breath waved over the back of your neck, almost lulling you back to sleep. You closed your eyes again, relaxing your body into his. What felt like only a few minutes later, the alarm on his phone started going off.
He groaned, quickly removing his arm from your waist, shutting it off, then returned his arm around you. He pulled you back against him, sighing. You relaxed against him, thankful for the sleep without nightmares. Being next to him seemed to be the best treatment to scare away the memories.
Aaron must’ve only snoozed the alarm, because minutes later, it went off again. He mumbled a quiet string of curse words as he turned over and silenced the alarm, snuggling back into you.
“Aaron.”, you whispered. He gave no verbal response, just hummed inquisitively.
“Isn’t it Saturday?”, you asked him. He sighed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“Mmhmm.” His arms tightened around your waist.
“Then why the hell do you have an alarm set?”, you asked, a smirk on your face. He chuckled deeply, the vibrations from his laugh shaking against your skin.
“So I can keep a sleep schedule. And I’m seeing Jack today, too.”
“A sleep schedule? Yeah, that makes sense.”
Silence fell again over the two of you; you could hear his breaths slowing down as he drifted into a light sleep. You closed your eyes, knowing full well you could go back to sleep too, and stay in bed with him all day. Most days, that’s what you did. But Aaron needed to get up this morning, so you figured, how best to get him up other than to offer him a proposition?
You turned around, still entrapped in his arms. He groaned, no longer snuggling right against you. “Aaron.”, you whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek, then trailing until you got to the base of his neck. A small moan slipped from his lips.
“(Y/N), you’re playing a dangerous game so early in the morning.” His husky morning voice played in your ears like sweet music. You continued your work on his neck, trying to leave marks that could be covered with a t-shirt. Or at least with a little of your concealer. You chuckled at his words.
“I know, Aaron. Listen, we both need a shower after our...long night.” He chuckled deeply in your ear, pulling you close to him and nibbling on your neck. You giggled, pushing him back. “So…”, you trailed off, tracing a finger down his bare chest. “Why don’t we save some water and…” You looked up and into his eyes. They flickered around your face, lust showing in his eyes and his tongue wetting his lips.
“You know I could never turn you down, (Y/N).”, he says in a low, sultry voice, softly kissing your neck. You held back a moan, biting your lip. You grabbed his hand, pulling him out of bed and to the bathroom. He chuckled deeply, mumbling something about how eager you were. But you were so overtaken with the want for Aaron Hotchner that it was hard to focus on anything other than getting to the bathroom without tripping over something.
Thankfully, the bathroom was only a few paces away. You swung the door open, attacking Aaron’s lips as soon as you stepped foot in the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. His hands rested on your waist, but suddenly they slid down to your thighs and lifted you up to sit on the sink. Aaron’s lips never left yours. The quick motion made you gasp against his lips, the cold countertop sending prickling goosebumps all over your body. He smiled coyly, his big and strong hands wandering every inch of your body.
Admittedly, this was the behavior of teenagers, ones that had the house to themselves for the weekend. You didn’t care though, and you were pretty sure Aaron didn’t either. As long as he met his son on time.
A moan slipped from your lips as his trailed down your neck, softly kissing the hickeys that were forming on your chest from the night before. “Fuck, Aaron…”, you muttered, wrapping your legs around his waist instinctively and pulling his chest flush to yours. He inhaled sharply at your quick movement, his fingers tangling in your hair. Those brown eyes you knew all too well flickered over your face.
“What’s wrong?”, you whispered, your brows forming a small crease in your forehead. He smiled, lifting your knuckle to his lips and placing kisses all over your fingers, eyes never breaking contact.
“I love you, (Y/N).”, he whispered against your hand. You smiled a big, cheesy smile and pecked his lips.
“I love you more, Aaron.” The two of you lingered in the moment, taking each other in with soft, sweet kisses. Moments like this were hard to come by; the two of you rarely had any chance to be completely alone. What with working, traveling, late nights at the office and Aaron having to attend court hearings for the divorce, it seemed like there was never any time to just be. Except for these few minutes.
“We can shower together...but we have to actually shower, (Y/N/N).” You gave each other a knowing smile, yours more sly than his, and he helped you down from the counter, but not without placing one last long kiss to your lips before turning the water on.
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“I don’t know, Aaron…”, you trailed off, picking at the cuticles on your nails. The smell of coffee wafted through the air, the pot almost done brewing. The second pan-full of bacon was sizzling on the stove beside you. He sighed, pouring cream in one mug for you and leaving his mug empty. He returned the creamer to the fridge.
“He would love you, (Y/N).”, he retorted. You shook your head to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek. You tore your eyes from the floor, trailing up Aaron’s body until you got to his eyes. Those jeans fit him perfectly, black t-shirt hugging the muscles on his arms like it was tailor made for him. You looked up at him finally, to find he was already gazing upon you. He had his elbows propped up on the counter, keeping a vigilant eye on you, with his gaze flickering to the bacon every now and then.
“It’s not Jack I’m worried about.”, you muttered. Haley made it clear every chance she got that she hated your guts. You didn’t really know why; all you knew is that there was no way to change her mind. She wanted nothing to do with you, which certainly meant she wanted you nowhere near her son. She couldn’t control what Aaron did anymore, but if she could keep her other boy away from you, then damned if she didn’t try her hardest.
“(Y/N), I told you not to worry about her. She won’t shit talk you to my son and certainly not to me. He knows whatever she’s told him isn’t true. I fill his ear with enough of how wonderful you are for him to know she’s lying.” Your heart jumped at his words. You knew he meant every one of them.
“I still don’t want to piss her off, Aaron. I don’t want to overstep any boundaries.” Your eyes fell from his again, hitting the floor. He closed the small three steps between the two of you, taking your face in his hands.
“(Y/N). She won’t be a problem, I promise. He’s my son, too.” You just nodded, afraid if you spoke, you’d cry. You’d never met anyone as kind to you as Aaron Hotchner. He leaned forward, leaving only centimeters between your lips. You closed the gap, entrapping your lips with his. You placed your hands on top of his, lacing your fingers together with his.
He pulled back suddenly, turning in a quick motion to flip the bacon. You chuckled. He laughed in return. You watched his body shake with the laughter, wracking your brain as to how you ever got so lucky with him. He turned back to face you, a huge smile on his face. He drifted back over to you, lazily wrapping his arms around your waist. You smiled at him, kissing his lips again.
“So you don’t want me to go home while Jack comes over?”, you said in a low voice, your arms snaking up his chest and your fingers intertwining behind his neck. He snickered, kissing your forehead.
“As far as I’m concerned, (Y/N), this is your home. Come here.”, he whispered at the end, one of his huge hands cradling your cheek and pulling your lips to meet his. You melted into his arms and into the kiss, as you usually do. A knocking at the door made the two of you jump apart, and then you shared a laugh.
“Must be Jack.”, Aaron said to you with a smile, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the door with him. You smiled as he pulled your arm like an excited kid. Glancing in the peephole and confirming it’s who he thought it was, he swung the door open and fell to his knees to scoop up Jack in his arms. You stood behind him, smiling. You looked up, seeing Haley in the doorway. Your smile faded and your stomach dropped.
“(Y/N).”, she said to you flatly, arms crossed over her chest. You gave her a small smile and nodded in acknowledgment. You wanted to be the nice guy as much as possible. Haley’s gaze softened as she said a quick goodbye to Jack, and told Aaron she’d pick him up next week.
Once the door was shut and Jack’s things were sat down next to the door, it was time for your introduction. Jack seemed more focused on the smell of bacon though.
“Daddy, are you making pancakes, too?”, he inquired, looking up at his dad with big brown eyes. Wow, the same exact color as Aaron’s.
Aaron looked over at you, then back down to his son. “I hadn’t thought of it, but that sounds like a great idea. But there’s someone that wants to meet you, Jack.” You got down to his level, a soft smile on your face.
“Sorry, daddy.”, he said in a small voice, turning to face you. “Are you (Y/N)?”, he asked you.
“I am! It’s so good to meet you, Jack. I’ve heard a lot about you.” You stuck your hand out to shake his, and he shook it. Such good manners; not that you’d expect anything less from Aaron Hotchner’s son.
“Wow, you are really pretty, Miss (Y/N).”, he smiled, suddenly throwing himself into your arms. You were taken aback at first, but you wrapped the boy in a hug. “Thanks for making my daddy happy. He always smiles real big when he talks about you.”, Jack not-so-quietly whispered in your ear. Your chest warmed. You looked up at Aaron, knowing full well he heard his son. Blush crept up his neck and to his cheeks, and he shrugged, smiling.
“Anytime, bud. He makes me happy, too.” You gave him a small squeeze, and then he turned to his dad, raising his arms in a ‘pick me up’ motion. Aaron smiled, scooping him up.
“So, chocolate chips in the pancakes, G-man?”, Aaron asked, carrying his son to the kitchen. You followed suit, the biggest smile ever gracing your lips. You could get used to this.
hi everyone! i apologize for the lack of writing, life has been a little busy lately but i promise i’m almost done with the fourth chapter of “just one more night” and i’ll be starting to work towards minimizing my list of requests soon too.
in the meantime, i wanted to share with you all something i thought you might like. i made a playlist on my spotify for our boy aaron and i’ll link it below. hope you enjoy!
jacobvanloon
theartofmadeline
jbbartram-illu
tangentwithtanner
kaledo-art
andulkaphoto
