This Needs To Happen Again

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Emily Prentiss/Jennifer "JJ" Jareau Word Count: 3,137 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Vomiting, Canon typical case talk, Sex Summary: A companion piece to @vintagesubmariner's I'm Sorry, It Won't Happen Again (18+ Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader) in which I said: "what if Emily decided to comfort JJ about the case, and *events* transpired?" She will be posting a follow up to her story and I hope you all run to read it when she does! 🤍 Link to AO3 or read below! It’s no secret that cases involving children are the worst of the worst. JJ has grown a lot during her time in the BAU, and as a mother, has become used to all manner of unpleasant sights, smells, sounds, horrifying images and gruesome scenes.

Sometimes, though, there’s not enough preparation, enough desensitization, in the world to make the things they see okay. Sometimes, it’s too much, even for the “FBI’s elite profiling team”—who are human, too, as people often seem to forget.

Long Time Coming

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 6,664 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch, Oblivious Hotch, Flirting, Reader has a few one night stands, Semi-public sex, Unprotected sex, Blow jobs/Face fucking, Hairpulling, Fingering, Praise and degradation, Dirty talk, Accidental reveal of feelings, TW blood/cut Summary: You have been in lust (and love) with Aaron for a while, but his new look sends you off the deep end, and it's enough to make you do some pretty crazy things. *Inspired by @ssamorganhotchner and these three pics. Link to A03 or read below! You are fresh off yet another unsuccessful first date when Aaron wears the new suit. You, Emily, JJ, and Penelope are standing by the coffee maker, complaining about the pitfalls of online dating and how people are never they way they seem when you actually meet in person; you have the carafe in your hand, filling your mug, and when he walks in, face in a case file, his pants so tight you can make out his hips and thighs as clearly as if he were naked… You kind of lose your shit. And your grip.

The carafe shatters when it hits the tile floor, spraying shards of glass and hot coffee everywhere; Emily gasps, Penelope jumps back to avoid the splatter, JJ runs for a broom, and you just stand there, staring at Aaron—at his tight slacks, at his belt, at his shirt, tucked neatly inside, then at his dangling tie, and finally, his worried face.

Honey

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 838 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Biting, Rough sex, Fluffier than you'd think Summary: A sweet and spicy blurb based on the prompt 'lip balm.'

You Know What It Is

Summary: Set immediately after 03x02 "In Name and Blood", Hotch returns home to find an empty house and goes to seek comfort in Morgan.

Warnings: Alcohol, divorce, cheating & sex - this isn't smut, but it is full of suggestive language and obvious they're having sex (even without the graphic details). I normally avoid it, but that is the point of the whole story so if the topic makes you uncomfortable, this is your cue to skip this one. Please mind the warnings guys!

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 3.1k

Sunrise was the color Morgan associated with Hotch. Pale blues and dusty yellows, a trickle of orange singing the edges of big fluffy gray clouds. It was always then that he appeared, tired eyes and pinched expression, barely standing on his porch.

Always sunrise.

Usually it was unintentional. They would come home from a case and he'd be too electric to sleep so he'd head to Quantico, blow through a stack of paperwork until his eyes had to be propped open. He still wouldn't be tired, necessarily, but it was coming and when it hit it would be like a freight train. His body was shutting down before his mind. Morgan lived the closest, he could get a cab and be there in five minutes rather than driving home to Alexandria and risk wrapping his car around a telephone pole or trying to stay awake for 45 minutes in the backseat of a cab. He'd climb Morgan's front steps, legs so heavy he could barely lift them, and knock. He would always knock, never ring the doorbell, it wasn't that urgent he reasoned. If Morgan didn't answer he would go, find his way to a hotel half alive. Except Morgan always answered, and there would be a blanket and a pillow waiting on his couch, Clooney always sniffing around his feet, wagging his tail, waiting for a pat or two in greeting. No pleasantries, no do you want to talk about it? Just a couch and some sleep. Morgan would be back in his own bed by the time Hotch was settled and Clooney moved between the two all night, seeking out whomever was warmest or would let him get the closest. Sometimes Hotch would sleep all day on his couch if time allowed. Morgan would go about his business, run errands, meet Penelope for coffee, shoot Haley a text to let her know where Hotch was (she already knew).

baby fic based on the line “yours for the weekend” by Taylor Swift’s song ‘tis the damn season. it’s barely over 1k words but it’s… something. I’ve never written Hotch this dominant – to me at least, since I’m a soft and vanilla Hotch truther – and it was kind of fun. also, I accidentally tried a new writing style?? wrote this in one sitting and it’s not edited something I never do either, so !!! many !!!! new !!!! things !!!!! y’all !!!!! so pardon me if there are any mistakes. anyways. happy reading! mwahh!

        Three knocks on your door spike up your heart rate.

       You’ve been waiting for him since that first text he sent you this morning, and you canceled everything you had planned for the day from weeks ago, just to see him. 

       Kind of pathetic, but god, that man is worth everything. 

       You greet him shyly and he doesn’t say anything. He just smiles and walks inside with both of his hands inside his pockets. 

       You close your eyes and bite your lip. 

dreaming.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: @brittanymcsharry sent in a great ask full of all sorts of early!ajf ideas, so here’s one of them! in case you missed it, here’s the link to the ajf media folder - i’m posting another tiktok comp in there as soon as it’s finished exporting :) as always, i love you all and hope you enjoy!

words: 1k warnings: vague sex dream mention (nothing graphic), language, probably some second-hand embarrassment

summary: “hope is a waking dream.” - aristotle. au!may 2008

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Wavelength

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,530 Tags: 18+, NSFW, A little angst, Less than happy ending (but is it the end?) Summary: When they’re on the same wavelength, it’s hard to keep them apart, like magnets; despite their best efforts, they are always drawn to each other again, eventually.

Link to A03 or read below!

It’s a Friday night, JJ’s birthday, and the team is spread out at their usual spot to celebrate with drinks. It’s the last thing Aaron wanted to do after the week they had—cloudy and gray, monotonous, tiring, the kind of days that last longer than you’d like them to—but he couldn’t say no when all they wanted was to include everyone, to lighten up and have a good time. 

My Heart Is In Your Teeth

Summary: Coda to 04x02 - The Angel Maker // Morgan drives Hotch home from Ohio...unsurprisingly, they stretch it out a little.

Warnings: vomit (brief, due to carsickness) and sex (not smut, but still obvious)

** 18+ recommended (Probably unnecessary but being cautious.)

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 3.3k

Notes: Written as a gift for the AO3 Bulletproof exchange using the freeform tags: Adaptive sex due to injury or disability/figuring out how to get a partner off in different ways and Character adapts to serious permanent injury (in this case, hearing loss after the NYC car bomb)

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“Where are we?”

“Well, sleeping beauty,” Derek began as he arched his back, his breastbone pressing up against the steering wheel so hard he depressed the horn. They both jumped a little in their seats, an involuntary movement. He played it off like it didn't happen of course; of all the stupid things to do while your partner is recovering from an ear injury, honking the car horn is probably at the top of the list but it didn't seem to faze Aaron so he let it go. “We're in some nowhere town about an hour past Pittsburgh and I'm beat. I need to eat something.”

“Derek.” He said it like there was something important meant to follow it, but honestly, he felt sick, and he was tired. He wouldn't mind taking a break from the motion of the vehicle. “Okay.”

Stretching his limbs, rolling his ankles, he groaned at how old and useless he suddenly felt. He walked like Frankenstein's monster, his back ramrod straight, his injured leg bucking out from under him each time he put weight on it. Everything had frozen up in the car, he felt like the Tin Man, if only it were so simple as to obtain an oil can for his locked-up joints. He was barely on the planet, so focused only on moving his weary bones from the car and into the diner that he didn't notice the sound of a vehicle coming up behind him.

“Earth to Hotch,” Derek said, waving his hand in front of Aaron's face before tugging him out of the way like a parent might a child. Aaron glanced sheepishly at the car as it slid past them, wondering at how he hadn't heard it. He still didn't hear it, not above any of the other strange static floating through his head. There was either no noise or too much, he couldn't seem to keep track of when the fluctuations happened or why. “You doin' alright man?”

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 5,298 (!!!) Tags: 18+, NSFW, Sugar Daddy Hotch, Shy Hotch, Daddy kink, Semi-public sex, Unprotected sex, Hair pulling, Choking Summary: Aaron is lonely, but doesn't want to date for a number of reasons. He tries to talk himself into it and somehow ends up on a site for Sugar Daddies seeking companions. He doesn't take it seriously at first, but one woman's profile intrigues him enough to try to make a connection. *Requested by anon.

Link to AO3 or read more below! Aaron is lonely. There’s no reason not to just come out and say it. He’s not hiding it very well, has never been capable of lying to his team, or Jessica, and they are the only people in his life right now aside from Jack, so they all know.

They’ve all been kind, gently mentioning that maybe it’s… time. But will it ever be time when first, he lost Haley because he was incapable of not being a workaholic, and then he lost her for good because of work as well? Does he even deserve to move on? Haley doesn't get to; she lost that right when she was murdered because someone wanted to hurt him.

He’s lonely, but too full of self-hatred to put himself out there, to date again. He doesn’t really have time, anyway, as Jack’s only surviving parent—Jessica is amazing, the backbone of their little family, but he already asks way too much of her as it is. How could he go up to her and ask her to watch Jack a little longer, so he can go on a date? She’d be well within her rights to haul off and slap him, and he wouldn’t argue that he doesn’t deserve it.

Solutions

Summary: Aaron isn’t so sure about the idea of having sex while you’re pregnant. Luckily, you manage to come up with a solution that works for both of you.

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut! 18+ material! Dirty talk, thigh fucking, non-penetrative sex, pregnancy during sexual activities, Aaron kinda goes wild for the pregnancy thing, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), language. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Based off of these two requests, icon credits to @shyhotch, and beta credits to @laurensprentiss 💓💓 Minors DNI!! Find it on ao3 here, or under the cut :)

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Fem!Reader x Hotch | You have a steamy dream, and wake up in the middle of the night in need of attention. Not wanting to wake him, you try (and fail) to stay quiet.

Warnings: 🥵 Smut [fem!masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex/cream pie (please be safe everyone!), cockwarming] and a few swears.

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Some Assembly Required

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 1,500 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Oral sex, Fingering, Unprotected sex, PWP Summary: When your very handy boyfriend Aaron helps put together your new office furniture, you repay his kindness the best way you know how. *Requested by @qtip-blog. Link to A03 or read below! You and Aaron have been dating for over a year, and the good times so heavily outweigh the bad it kind of blows your mind. Never before have you been in a relationship built on such mutual trust, respect, admiration—it makes you emotional to think about, he makes you emotional, all of his sweet words, his kind gestures, the ways he shows his love.

His favorite way to show he cares is to provide for you, whether it be a home-cooked meal (he’s not the best, but he’s trying,) or a book you’ve had your eye on but convinced yourself not to buy, or in this case, a new desk for your home office when the other one looked a little worse for wear.

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