snowbound | dbf!j.m. x f!reader

masterlist | updates blog | ao3 mirror pairing: dbf!joel miller x f!reader summary: [no outbreak] joel is the only guy you know with four wheel drive in the rarely-snowy state of texas, so it seems like a no-brainer to have him pick you up from work — until his truck breaks down, leaving you two to the classic 'huddle for warmth' solution. warnings: (18+ mdni) dbf!joel, age gap (assumed 20s/40s), reader borrows joel's coat, but does not wear it and uses it as a blanket, self-indulgent humor & banter, joel has sarah and she's a 15y/o menace which means liberties are taken with the timeline, blink & miss it drug mention, close proximity, unprotected piv sex, vaginal fingering, (mocking) dirty talk & dirty talk alluding to anal but no actual anal, daddy kink, degradation, dom!joel, brat!reader, brat tamer!joel, mild bondage (with a scarf), rearview mirror sex, clit stim, riding, doggy, a few pussy spanks, 2 spanks, truck sex, sort of edging, getting caught after the act [no use of y/n] word count: 12.3k a/n: this fic was a labor of love from a request i received earlier this month. i didn't expect it to be this long but i really enjoyed these two! massive massive massive shoutout to talia, @lovesickonmybed, for putting up with me + advising. this fic was way too much to handle on my own. they're the reason i pulled it off. joel is latino here, but i think game!joel can be interpreted as latino too, so read who you'd like.

girlhood is staying up late to read the top posts in an x reader tag

Aaron Hotchner x bau!liaisonreader

Summary: Aaron takes an urgent trip to your office.

Warning: pls MDNI! 18+, oral sex (f receiving)

A/N: the way i was fixated on this idea for the entire year last year (and crawling back to it)...

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nsfw | mdni | aaron hotchner x reader | praise kink, office sex

imagine aaron bending you over his desk in the office late one night after a case.

the two of you would’ve been the last two to go home after the flight. aaron stayed due to paperwork. meanwhile, you stayed simply because the case had been a bit tough on your mental health and you didn’t particularly feel like being alone with your thoughts. so ultimately, it led to your skirt being hiked up to your waist while you were bent over your boss’s desk with his cock buried inside of your cunt.

“you did so well today,” aaron murmured as he thrusted his hips into you. he was too bent over, his chest to your back as he fucked you. “and now you’re doing so well taking my cock. such a good girl,” he continued.

you moaned in response, gripping the desk beneath you. “did good just for you,” you replied back, moving your hips to meet aaron’s thrusts.

“yeah?” he gave you a particularly harsh thrust, causing the both of you to moan. “you’re always so good for me,” he responded as he sped up is movements, chasing the flame that was building inside of him.

you felt your own release nearing, especially with each word aaron gave. you let out a whine of pleasure, clenching your walls around aaron’s cock to signal you were close.

“fuck,” aaron groaned, burying his face in your shoulder blades. “go ahead, baby, cum for me,” he let out a shaky breath. “you deserve it,” he added.

and with a loud moan, you came on aaron’s cock, thighs clenching, back arching. your knuckles were turning white as you gripped the desk. “o-oh fuck,” you moaned out.

“that’s it, baby,” aaron groaned as he began cumming too, his cock stiffening inside of you. “god, you feel so good, cumming on my cock.”

late nights at the office soon became a frequent thing after your cases, especially after the hard ones.

Welcome Home

Coming home from work had always been a form of relief for Aaron, knowing that his day was done, and he was able to relax at least a little bit before doing it all again tomorrow. But this Friday was different, this Friday not only was it a guarantee that he had two days off, he also wasn’t coming home to an empty apartment. Moving in together had been a very easy decision, he no longer had to worry about making a stop at his place before yours, didn’t have to triple check his go bag was always packed and he got to come home to you already in your shared space, happy as can be.

Hehe saw this on Pinterest and got inspired. A lil spicy so 18+ only, minors DNI. No pronouns used for reader so it’s gender neutral! And also I always imagine reader as plus size so 💅

It’s giving live-in nanny!reader where after almost a year of taking care of Jack and, by extension whenever he comes home; Mr Hotchner, you’ve developed strong feelings for him. But what you don’t know is he’s fallen completely in love with you in return. It all comes flooding in when he returns home from a particularly awful case late at night, but you’re still awake and meet him at the door with a soft smile. And when you see the pure exhaustion and drain on his face you simply pull him inside gently and lock the door, turn back to him and open your arms.

“Come here.”

And Mr Hotchner melts into your plush arms, clinging onto you tightly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You say nothing else, just hold him close and silently reassure him you’re here for him. The embrace breaks eventually and you tell him to take off his jacket and shoes, loosen his tie a little while you heat up his dinner for him you’d made earlier. It’s so… domestic and it makes his heart ache and yearn for you overwhelmingly more than ever.

He’s barely shedded his jacket off and toed his shoes at the door before his mind is set and he rushes after you. Hearing his rapidly approaching footsteps, you turn and tilt your head in question but gasp when his large hands cup your face and he gazes into your eyes.

“I…” he’s conflicted. Your hands come to rest over the top of his, thumbs rubbing the back of them. He swallows. “I’m sorry, this isn’t appropriate. I-“

You cut him off with a kiss and his eyes flutter shut as he immediately reciprocates. You’d wanted this for so long, hoped he felt the same was you do for him, to finally feel his touch. He pulls away and you note his pupils are dilated, then he carefully walks you back until you hit a wall and he kisses you again. This one is more intense, hungry and desperate and his hands leave your face, only to grasp your wrists and pin your arms up to the sides of your head whilst his lips travel down your jaw and neck.

“I’m sorry I… I have feelings for you.” He murmurs into your skin and you gasp out and smile. He hums as he sucks on your neck when you utter out about your own feelings for him and you could swear you feel his lips curl into a smile.

“B-but your dinner-!” You gasp out and he huffs, pressing his knee between your legs.

“Fuck dinner, it can wait. I’d rather have you.”

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x female reader

Summary: Aaron misses you, and a cabin in the woods is the best place to show you how much

Word count: 1.8k

Tags/warnings: mentions of food consumption; established relationship; porn without plot (18+ only please. Minors do not interact); smut: hand job; nipple play; hot tub unprotected sex; lots of praise <3; not edited, just short and nasty.

Author’s note: I wanted to write something hot and also fluffy and I came up with this. Also thank you to everyone who shared their thoughts! They were all very inspiring (and interesting) even though I’m a very vanilla type of girl as you’ll see 😭 anyway, I hope you enjoy this little ride (ha!).

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Aaron thought the best way to compensate for being away for an entire week because of a case was to take you to a cabin in the woods for the weekend. 

Cases didn’t take that long to solve, and it had affected you more than you’d like to admit. It was more than him being away, though. It was the uncertainty of not knowing if he was safe. You’d found yourself counting every hour, a clock ticking at the back of your head. Long-distance phone calls helped—they calmed the anxiety—but as soon as it ended, you missed him even more and the clock started ticking again. 

But he was here now, with you, in an outdoor hot tub surrounded by nothing but nature and lost in time.  

"Thank you for cooking dinner," you said, gripping his thigh underwater. You were sitting next to him, letting the bubbles massage your back but you missed him, so you thought it was best if you straddled him, scooting a little closer to prop one leg over his thigh.

He got your signal and helped you hop on his lap. "I had to give you the whole experience," he said, adjusting you by your thighs and planting a sweet kiss on your bare shoulder. “I wanted to,” he corrected himself.

pls why is this so funny to me😭

Best I Ever Had

Jackson!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 2.3k

Summary: Someone tries to hit on you on your night out with Joel, insulting your man in the process, and oh you don't like that. You blow off some steam in more ways than one.

Content/Warnings: Reader is able-bodied, no physical descriptions. Feminine perception of reader and feminine pet names (Joel calls you mama and babygirl), but no pronouns used. Reader's a fucking badass and can hold their own fights (probably Joel's too, tbh). Slight description of reader getting physical/violent with another person (bby has some anger issues). Established relationship. Implied age gap (exact number unspecified). A bit of insecure Joel. 18+ MDNI! Dom!reader !! Sub!Joel !!!! P in V unprotected. Slight breeding kink (reader just likes being filled, no children talk). Joel has a fast refractory period (don't think too much on it, just enjoy). Definitely some overstimulation. Cockwarming. Riding..straddling.. Teasing. Begging. Edging. Sloppy making out. Multiple orgasms. Please let me know if there’s anything I missed that should be up here!

A/N: Some get post-nut clarity, but I get post-nut lust. This was the product of that. Hope you enjoy, my angels. Thank you @honeyedmiller for beta’ing 🩶 also I picture both game Joel or hbo Joel, so it’s entirely up to you what you wanna visualize ;)

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It was a busy night at the Tipsy Bison. Everyone was out. Everyone was mingling, getting to know each other. As if it wasn’t a small town already, but hey, it wouldn’t hurt to make sure you really knew the people living in this little forever-town. 

Except, Joel was not one to mingle—especially on nights like tonight. Tommy insisted that he come, it’ll be nice, he tried to reason. 

some people in this fandom are truly clammy palmed little lunatics who have never attempted to be normal for a day in their lives. writing reader as having all the characteristics of a literal child whilst claiming that you are engaging in “safe kink” does in fact make you a weirdo freak and i do hope you trip over and bash your head hard enough to knock some sense into yourselves. if calling glorified pedophilic media by its true name makes me a kink shamer then i’m proud to be one! it’s borderline laughable to put an 18+ warning on a fanfic where the reader is so childlike they might as well be a minor. no grown adult is so clueless about sex and basic biology and anatomy unless they have physically been kept from all aspects of the outside world for their entire lives, and infantilising female reproductive organs by calling them “cunny” or “princess parts” is creepy and gross. also using pictures of children and children’s toys/clothing as the header for these fics just further proves that you are deranged and need to be sectioned. you freaks see no problem with the fact that your creepy little perv fics promote weird behaviours and treat pedophilia as a fun kink as if it is not a) illegal and b) DISGUSTING! if anyone in real life called a vagina a cunny i know damn well i would call them a fucking freak so i see no real reason why that shouldn’t extend to the internet: if you write your reader inserts as extremely child-like and use infantilised language to describe sexual organs and acts, you are a fucking freak and need to log off.

+ further explanation.

I’d Like to Think That You Would Stick Around | s6

pairing: aaron hotchner x childhood bsf!reader

summary: Hotch and his childhood best friend working together at the BAU: a slow burn across the seasons.

word count: 15.5k

warnings: SMUT, oral (m!receiving), masturbation, canon!typical violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, guns, drinking, angst, specific episodes mentioned in this part are 6x06, 6x08, 6x17, and 6x18.

a/n: Sorry for the long wait guys, school has been kicking my ass, but here's the next part! We're getting a lot of angst this chapter, but we're so so close to the good times ;) Hope you enjoy! Title is from Love Song by Lana Del Rey

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Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You are talking to Prentiss across the bullpen, laughing about something he can't hear, and he's freaking out. He shouldn't have left that night. He knows that. He just didn't know what else to do.

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Reid + Hotch

seeing the comments on this post made me want to argue a different point of view on these interactions but I basically just did that in the tags when reblogging it so I’m just gonna copy and paste and hope some of you get me

#I’m sorry I’m a fucking nerd and a criminal minds bitch but I’m just gonna do a tiny mini rant here#Hotch never actually tells him off!! for rambling!!#he stops him when they need the bones of the facts and brings him back to focus#but he NEVER says ‘please stop’ or insinuates that it’s annoying#he keeps him on track and that’s it#and the reason I feel so strongly about this??? THAT LINE#‘I’m rambling aren’t I’ ‘yes’#because that moment showed that Hotch is willing to let Reid figure out that he needs to slow down and focus#when he can#and that he has taught Reid to recognise when he can and can’t go into extra detail#IT’S LOVELY BECAUSE THE STOIC ULTRA-FOCUSED BOSS#DOES NOT WANT TO PUT DOWN REID OVER HIS ENTHUSIASM OF SHARING INFORMATION THAT INTERESTS OR EXCITES HIM#WHICH HE MUST STRUGGLE WITH ALL THE TIME BECAUSE HE FINDS IT ALL SO FASCINATING BUT MOST PEOPLE DON’T CARE#but Hotch is like#'let’s just table this’#someone’s life is in danger so I need your point#but no judgement no annoyance#and no attempt to ACTUALLY discourage Reid’s desire for sharing his knowledge with everyone#I HONESTLY HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS SO MUCH I LOVE THEM#anyways#criminal minds

watching Arthur's handwriting get messier as time goes on hurts me more than anything.

usual handwriting

and then towards the end of chapter 6...

never fails to make my heart shatter

I never noticed😭

LATE NIGHTS • A. HOTCHNER X READER

Aaron knew he was busy. More than he’d like to be.

More often than not, he would come home to you asleep on the bed, clear signs of your defiance and attempts to stay up visible in the bedroom — lights still on, a book open and un-bookmarked next to your hand, jewelry and socks still on.

He expected much of the same today, creeping in quietly as he put up his gun and badge before taking a shower in the guest bath, using clothes he’d left in the guest bedroom. 

Sometimes, he prefers sleeping in there. He doesn’t like to wake you up, and since he always rises early, he’ll slip into bed before your alarm or make you breakfast and apologize with gentle kisses for his absence.

There’s a sleepy, muffled voice but he hears it, dropping the towel he was using for his hair on the counter. The hallway light has flickered on, and you stand sleepily at the entrance to the bedroom. 

“You’re home,” you mumble, heaving a happy sigh and wrapping your arms closer around your shivering body. “I thought I heard you come in, and then, the shower, I was sure…”