Excuse my ovulating self but personally, Bearded Hotch is bust-worthy. He’s so fine.
OMG YES EXACTLY THANK YOU
He is SO HOT I can't handle it 😩😵💫. The places my brain goes when I think of bearded Hotch 😵💫😮💨.
*NSFW MDNI*
Ugh you just NEED his face between your thighs and he is more than happy to do so. He never knew how feral you would be just from him having a beard and yet here you are, holding his head between your shaking legs as he makes out with your cunt 😮💨 He's so messy and sloppy about it too. He's probably spitting on your pussy once he gets really really into it (hope that's okay). He's always into it but then something inside of him goes just as feral and you are and he wants to turn you into even more of a mess.
The beard burn is worth it 😮💨. The feeling of his beard rubbing against your thighs and your soaking cunt just 😵💫😵💫. He gives you so many orgasms and so often just the sight of him down there and that beard is enough to finally push you over the edge almost every single time. When he pulls away to breathe you can see your juices dripping down his chin. You've soaked his beard and he couldn't be more happy about it. And you also end up sitting on his face after he's fucked you 😵💫 because you can't get enough.
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Just thinking about having your boss holding your hips and carefully grinding you on his (clothed!!) boner is rotting my brain.
Oh and imagine the way his eyes would dialate whenever seeing you sit down next to him on the plane ride home when ur wearing a very form fitting pair of jeans that makes ur thighs look sooooo squeezable!! Hotch would have to clear his throat, tear his eyes away from the way your thighs just doubled size, and get his hands busy writing paperwork.
I just need some thigh obsessed Hotch in my life rn :((
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While being in Pakistan Hotch falls in love with one of the Seals. The feelings are mutrual but Aaron has to leave again and the two try to be in touch but it is difficult.
Reader leaves Pakistan 4 month after Hotch and didnt tell him.
A surprise visit at the BAU chances everthing and brings them together.
This was so much fun to write! And I would absolutely love to write a whole series out of this!!! Thank you so much for the request. Hope it is to your liking! (Also this was longer than I at first intended)
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A year prior, you had agreed to run a task force in Pakistan. It was your first solo operation managing it all, and although nervous, you were more than capable of handling it. It is after all what you’ve been training for for a long time.
Few months into the operation, you and your team got another helping hand from the FBI, a team leader from a special unit, Aaron Hotchner.
At first, you were a bit worried, having an experienced leader join your team. Would they want to overtake your operation? Would the FBI try to get too involved through him? But instead, your nerves melted soon after meeting up with the man. His intelligence and true will to help were stronger than any of your previous doubts.
What you did not expect happening, was getting so close with the man. Him and you worked great as a team and grew close during his time with you. Professionalism has always been important to the both of you, but working so closely together for a long time, you got to know him on a more personal level.
Four months ago, he got a call that ended his time with you. He couldn’t tell you much at that moment, other than his team needing him back in Quantico. And you know his team is his family and he would do anything for them. But he promised to explain it all once the task force is over.
“I’ll hold you to it” you had told him as he stepped into his vehicle and rushed for his plane.
Now, 4 months later, you find yourself at the Bureau, delivering the remaining paperwork of your now-ended task force. You’ve barely made it back to the country, still in uniform and all, but on your way out, you notice a sign on the elevator: Behavioral Analysis Unit. And before you know it, you find yourself on the sixth floor, rather than the garage.
You make your way through the glass doors and hear a playful banter from the kitchenette on your right. You hear familiar names pop up in the short conversation, letting you know that it’s Hotchner’s team.
“Excuse me” you interrupt softly and the banter quiets. The four agents on their break turn to look at you and straighten up seeing your uniform. “So sorry to interrupt you on your break” you try to sound relaxed and calm, you’re not here for professional matters “I’m trying to find Aar-, I mean Agent Hotchner” you clear your throat, your confidence diving as you notice two of the agents share a look “Am I in the right place?”
“Yes, ma’am” a dark haired woman smiles politely and points you in the direction of his office. You thank them and head towards the office at the end of the bullpen.
His curtains are open and seeing a familiar man behind it almost makes you stop on your feet. But with determination, you remain calm and keep on walking.
Although his door is open, Hotchner hasn’t yet noticed you at the door. You take a couple of seconds to admire him in such deep concentration. You take a moment to admire him. His dark hair is in neat order, although a few strands have fallen to his forehead throughout the day. Instead of his military uniform, he’s in a form fitting suit. You had gotten so used to seeing him with a beard or at least a stubble, now seeing him clean shaven is strange. But you can’t deny your clear attraction to him.
“I need that report on my desk first thing in the morning, Hotchner” you put your best ‘Unit chief’ voice on as you step into his office. The man’s eyes dart up to you, but the look softens immediately as he recognizes who it’s coming from. You can’t help but smile, seeing him again after months of being away.
“Hey!” He greets you and walks up to you from behind his desk. You spread your arms for a hug and he seems more than happy to wrap his arms around you. Somehow, you’d forgotten how tall he is. And as he’s now so close to you and you feel his strong body against yours, you forget how to breathe momentarily.
Once you separate, seeing the fond smile on him makes your knees buckle and you have to force yourself to focus.
“What are you doing here?” he breaks the silence, still in slight disbelief to see you in his office.
“Finally back in town, case’s over” you explain. Even after he’d left Pakistan, he had checked in on the task force every now and then. But he’s been so packed with work recently that he hasn’t had the time. “I really wanted to see you, it’s been awhile. And I’m pretty sure I’m owed an explanation”.
“You are” he admits, his gaze dropping down momentarily. But only seconds later, he looks back at you, as if he can’t keep his eyes off of you.
There’s a moment of silence, but you feel a laughter bubble in you. The man in front of you seems completely oblivious to what you’re trying to tell him. The man is extremely smart, but you know he’s had to put up a lot of walls for himself.
“Are you busy tonight?” you ask more directly, hoping for him to catch up on your thought process. “I’m very jet lagged, I think a shower and a nap would do wonders really” you feel yourself rambling on beside your point “But would you have time for dinner tonight? To, you know, catch up”.
“I’d like that” he voice is almost down to a whisper “Would 1900 work?”
You smile at his wording. “Only if you let me drive”.
“Not a chance!” his laugh makes the butterflies in your stomach take flight “I’ve seen how you drive. I’d like to live, thanks”.
“What are you saying, Hotchner?” you try to act offended, although failing miserably.
