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Getting Your First Period

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!reader

Requested By: Anonymous

hey can you maybe write about reader getting her first period and dad hotch taking care of her Yk like explain it to her?<3

i think someone already did this but Aaron x reader and she got her first period and while he is explaining everything he feels bad because Hayley isn’t there to explain it?

A/N: I got two similar requests so I just combined them

Warnings: Period talk, missing parent

-It happened in the morning

-At first, you didn’t want to tell your dad since he was already rushing to work but you didn’t have anything

-You nervously approached him and told him

-At first, Hotch thought you were joking but he noticed the scared look on your face and knew you weren’t

-He had been expecting this to happen soon so he had asked JJ and Emily for some tips on what to do

-He had supplies stocked up and he knew what to do but he didn’t know if you did

-Hotch had to walk you through what to do since you had no clue

-Since Haley wasn’t around, you had learned nothing about periods or anything in that area

-The school’s sex education class didn’t help much either

-As you were in the bathroom, Hotch got Jack ready for school and sent him on his way. He called you in sick so you didn’t have to worry about school for the day

-You came back downstairs and your dad was willing to make you anything you wanted for breakfast

-Hotch was in the kitchen and you were in the living room lying on the couch

-Your cramps were getting more intense and you had already taken more than enough pain meds

-Hotch came back to the living room a few minutes later with the pancakes you had requested earlier

-He stayed with you on the couch the whole day

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Criminal Minds

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I Love You More (Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader)

WC: 2.1k

Tags: 18+/NSFW, Aaron being sexy as fuck (yeah that deserves a warning in itself), dom/sub undertones, language, soft smut, biting (a little), fingering, oral (fem receiving), PIV sex, fluff, sweet boy Aaron.

Summary: reader and Aaron have plans to go out on a date for the first time in months… if they can even make it out of the house.

Authors Note: I hope y'all enjoy!! This little one shot was based on this ask(: Feedback is much appreciated. Also this gif??? My gooodddddddd *screeches*

As always, if I’ve missed any warnings, please do not hesitate to tell me (:

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It has been exactly two months since your last date with your fiancè, Aaron. Between the serial killers not taking a break, Strauss breathing down Aaron’s neck, and Jack’s early morning soccer games, quality time together was just not in the cards. However after two cases back-to-back, Hotch told everyone to take the weekend off – absolutely no emails, no “mandatory” phone calls, nothing to do with work for two solid days. 

With Jack being at Jessica’s house, and Aaron’s promise of a weekend off, you’re finally able to get dolled up tonight and feel cute instead of throwing on an uncomfortable suit and, occasionally, yesterday’s makeup. That’s how you find yourself here, standing in front of the full length mirror in your shared master bedroom. While Aaron is in the shower, you slowly slip into your dress, careful not to disturb your hair and makeup. The dress is a simple sleeveless, knee-length black dress that accentuates the waist and flares out at the bottom – it’s adorable. There’s only one problem though, you can’t zip it without help. 

Hearing the shower turn off, you try to zip it for about five minutes until ultimately, you give up;  there’s no way you can reach that stupid thing by yourself. Groaning, you take a deep breath and call for your fiancè who’s still in the bathroom.

“Aaron!” 

Hearing the doorknob turn, you hold the dress up on your body and tilt your head in the direction of the bathroom. The sight before you nearly makes you drop to your knees – standing there in all his glory is Aaron; his hair is still wet from the shower, and the white button up that’s over his shoulders is left unbuttoned, showing off the water droplets from his hair that have fallen onto his chest, making it glisten in the light. Aaron’s black slacks hang low on his hips, his belt, loose in the loops, is still unbuckled, and he’s barefoot. He looks delicious. 

You don’t realize you’re staring until you feel him flat against your back, his hands resting lowly on your hips. You tilt your head as he nuzzles his nose behind your earlobe and nips at the hollow of your throat, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips. 

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?,” he asks, looking up at you in the mirror. 

Tilting your head back against his shoulder, you hum with a sigh, “MMMhmmm. Can’t help it.” 

He smirks against you, squeezes your hips with his hands, and moves one of them to the front of your dress right below your neck, softly holding it there. 

“Aaron,” you breathe, feeling his cock harden from behind you, “I need you to zip my dress up please. We are going to be late for our dinner reservation.” 

He takes your hands from where you’re holding dress and releases them, causing the dress to fall to the floor. Moving his hands to cup your breasts, he rolls your nipples between his fingers and growls, “Mmmm, fuck the reservation. I like my dessert first anyway.”

Gripping his hair, you push his head further onto your neck, and a groan ripples through his chest. He moves down your body, hand finding its place inside your panties, and spreads your lips apart with his fingers. You’re embarrassingly wet already, whimpering as he opens you up and slips two fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick. 

He hums, and when he brings his fingers up to your lips, your gaze meets his in the mirror as you part them, swirling your tongue around his digits taking them deep in your mouth.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Aaron’s voice is low and rough, a promise of how your night will be spent – splayed across bedsheets with whispers of his name on your tongue – “Such a good girl, sucking on my fingers like that… just like you do my cock.” Taking his fingers out of your mouth he turns your head, forcing you to look at him as he kisses you. It’s softer than what you had expected – warm and wet, and full of love. 

You’re too distracted in the kiss to notice his hand moving back down your body, his other gripping the back of your head, fist full of hair as he moves your head how he wants you – facing the mirror. Watching as he slips his middle and ring finger inside your dripping cunt, you bite back a moan busying your bottom lip in between your teeth, and lean your head against his shoulder once more. 

“Let me hear you, sweet girl. Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me,” he whispers, his mouth resting softly against your temple. 

The next sound out of your mouth is sinful as your hips start to have a mind of their own, thrusting against Aaron’s hand and using every bit of leverage to chase your high. His hot palm suddenly hits your swollen clit and instantly your vision starts to blur – your first orgasm of the night washing over you. Whispers of “fuck, Aaron” and “oh god” roll off of your tongue like butter as you throw your head back – watching, feeling, smelling, and tasting nothing but him as he consumes every one of your senses, splitting you apart on his fingers. 

 “That’s it,” he breathes, his cock now twitching painfully in his slacks as he helps you ride out your orgasm, “that’s my girl.” Slowly as to not overstimulate you, he slides his fingers out of your pussy and places them in his mouth, moaning as he cleans your release off of them.  

Aaron’s holding onto you with his other hand, his arm now placed around your waist grounding you so don’t fall. Taking some deep breaths, you lift your head off his shoulder, a smile gracing your lips as he turns you around and pulls you to his chest. 

Aaron’s hands come up to cup your face, his nose brushing against yours. He smells faintly of Irish Spring – fresh bergamot and citrus, with woody undertones. “You’re beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.”

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, a smile creeps up on your face and your cheeks heat up. Even after three years together, he still somehow manages to make you flustered, your heart skipping a beat at his words as he brings you in for another kiss, soft and slow, just like the last. 

Wrapping your leg around his thigh, he taps the back of yours, a signal for you to jump and put your legs around his waist. You follow his lead as he picks you up, carries you to the bed, and crawls on top of you.

“Hi, sweet girl.” His voice is softer than before, one hand finding a place beside your shoulder as he holds himself up and kisses your nose, caressing the side of your face with the other. Wrapping both arms around his back, you giggle, and bring most of his body weight down on top of you “Hi, handsome.”  

Aaron brushes his lips against yours, nipping softly at your bottom one as you open it, inviting him in for a deeper kiss. He takes the invitation with gusto, and smiles against your lips when a moan slips from your mouth. He pulls you closer as his lips trail down your body – your jaw, neck, collarbone, and chest –  stopping only to suck a bruise into the soft flesh of the top of your breast.

Your hands find a place in his hair, pulling on it as soft moans fall from your lips, the feeling of his mouth almost enough to send you over the edge. He looks up at you through his lashes and smirks against your skin. “MMmm such pretty sounds you’re making for me” he coos, not bothering to move his mouth from your body as he makes his way down to the top of your panties. 

“Aaron,please,” you whine, arching your back as his mouth ghosts over the wet spot on your panties. 

He smirks against you, his hands draping themselves over your thighs, “Please what, sweet girl?,” he asks, pushing your panties down your leg, “What do you need?”

“You, Aaron. You,” you plead, “give me your mouth, fingers, co- OH.” 

The sudden feeling of his mouth on your pussy breaks you away from your thoughts; his tongue swiping at the wetness between your folds as he looks up at you. 

The sight before him is breathtaking: your back is arched, skin flushed and glistening in a thin sheen of sweat as you take your bottom lip between your teeth, throwing your head back with a cry of his name on your tongue. He hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body as he fucks further, deeper into you with his tongue, his nose brushing against your clit in the process. 

“Ohfuck,” you groan, throwing your head back, “F-feels so good, baby.”

“You like that, sweetheart?,” he asks breathlessly, working his middle and ring finger into you as he raises up, his lips plump and shiny with your slick. Lowering his body down on top of you, he kisses your neck, nips at the hollow of your throat while you run your fingers through his hair.

With a death grip on his dark locks, the words evaporate from your mouth as he continually finds that spot within you, working you to the edge over and over again. 

Aaron” 

He smirks against your skin, his thumb coming up and circling your clit, and it causes the tension to snap – waves of pleasure explode throughout your entire body as you come undone around his fingers for a second time that night.  

Aaron slows his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm, and kisses his way down your body once more. An intense whine leaves your mouth at the sudden loss of his fingers as he stands to take his own clothes off. He shakes his head and laughs, actually laughs, at your reaction.

“‘s not funny,” you pout, hiding your face in your hands.

He takes your hands in his own, removing them from your face, “Oh but it is,” he smirks, kissing your nose. “You can’t get enough, can you?” He’s smug when he asks, but when you look down and see him lying naked between your legs, you can’t bring yourself to care. His hair is tousled from where you’d been pulling on it, his breathing labored, and he feels warm under your fingertips; he looks relaxed, and really reallysexy.

Aaron runs his cock along your folds pulling you out of your thoughts, and you bite your lip, struggling to find the words.

“I just… want you, always. Please, Aaron.”

“Shh, shh,” he soothes, running his fingers through your soft hair, “Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’ll give you all you want,” 

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“Oh god,” he rasps, tossing his head back as he slowly pushes into you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He knows he won’t last long now, knows that the softness of your skin underneath him will unravel him in a heartbeat. But when your hands grip his shoulders and pull him as close as possible to your body, he puts it in the back of his mind, and works tirelessly to get you off one more time.   

Your hips come up to meet his each time, continuing the same rhythm you’ve been so used to in the three years you’ve been together. He holds both of your hands on each side of your head, his tongue licking into your mouth as you sigh, and a smile graces your lips when he kisses you.

“I love you,” he breathes, his lips still attached to yours.

He knows your body better than he knows his own, knows when you’re close by the physical responses of your body, so when your walls flutter around his cock, he moves his hand between you, finding your clit with ease just like he’s done a thousand times before. 

A strangled noise of what sounds like his name rolls off your tongue and you hiss, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you’re pushed over the edge one last time. After one, two, three more deep thrusts, his own hips stutter, and he collapses – a shattered breath leaving his chest as he spills himself inside you. 

Aaron holds you close, the deep sound of his breathing and heartbeat being the only two things you can hear in the bedroom. As you look up at him through your lashes, a smile graces your lips and you look up to kiss him, soft and slow, just like he loves.

“What was that for?,” he asks, confusion dripping from his voice as he steadily tries to catch his own breath.

“No reason, I just love you more”


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Aaron Hotchner x Reader Blurb

Just a little blurb about Aaron and his spouse pre-canon

Word Count: 479

 Masterlist

You always keep the local news on as you cook. It’s just enough noise that the apartment doesn’t feel empty, but not so interesting to distract you from what you are actually doing. The reports of local robberies drone on behind you as you prepare dinner. You hear the door open behind you. “Hey, honey, how was your day?”

Aaron drops his briefcase before turning off the television. “It was fine. What’re you making?” He wraps his arms around you.

“I was going to make chicken, but apparently we’re out, but I had already started the potatoes, so chili,” you explain.

“Smells good.”

You hum in response, swaying in his arms. “It’s almost done, you wanna get a bowl?”

Kissing the top of your head, he steps away to set the table for the two of you. The two of you move in comfortable silence before Aaron speaks up, “I actually had something to talk to you about.”

“Okay.”

“How would you feel about moving?”

You glance up from your meal. “What are you getting at, Aaron?”

“Nothing is set in stone or anything, but I’ve been thinking about applying for a spot in the Behavioral Analysis Unit,” he mumbles the last part of his sentence, “in Virginia.”

“Oh,” you answer, not knowing what to say. “That’s a big change.”

“Yeah. That’s why I wanted to talk to you before I did it.”

“Can I ask why you want to?”

“I’m just so sick of always being one step behind. If there was a way I could figure out who I was looking for before he could do anything, (Y/N), I would do anything.”

“Then, I think you should go for it,” you respond. You can see how much he wants this, and you have no doubt that he has built an entire case to try to convince you to agree. 

“Really?”

“Really.” You reach across the table for his hand. “I can tell how much this means to you, and I know you’d be great at it.”

“What about your job? And we’d been talking about having kids, are you sure you’re willing to put that off?”

“Aaron, were you wanting me to say no?”

He smiles. “No. I just want to make sure you’re really okay with this. I don’t want you to hate me in five years when we still don’t have kids and you’re unemployed.”

“I’m never going to hate you, even if you just assume I’ll be unemployed.” You squeeze his hand. “I love you so much, and I want you to be happy. If anything, you’re going to resent me if I tell you not to take this job that you obviously want.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

“It’s always nice to hear.” You resume your meal. “So, what do we need to do to get you to Quantico?“

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