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yourmomxx · 6 months

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i wanted to request something sweet with my man aaron hotchner. like r and him work at the bau but their relationship is a secret until r kiss him on accident because shes excited about something!!! i hope this make sense idk!

thanks bestie have a great week!

i’m loving me some babygirl aaron hotchner honestly, i hope you like how this turned out!!

The office lights were blinding.

Like clinically cold balls of headlights that were penetrating through your skull, buzzing at an abnormally high frequence consistently.

You groaned inwardly and pressed the balls of your hands deep into your eyesockets, anything to just make that stupid headache go away so you could continue filing your reports that laid unedited on your desk.

You tapped the head of your pen vigorously against the desk top to jog a flow of words for you to write down.

With your hand supporting your head, you didn't notice a figure approaching you out of the corner of your eye.

"Hey." The tone of Aaron Hotchner's voice was soft and warm, but you still couldn't help but jump at the unexpected presence so near next to you.

You sighed when you noticed it was him, and leaned your head on your hand again. "Hey."

Aaron threw a look on you, then your files, and then your hunched figure again.

His gaze softened.

"Why don't you go home?" He suggested. You opened your mouth to openly protest, but Aaron cut you off before you even started talking.

"You need the rest," He made it clear to you, "and I'm sure Jack would love if you read him a story before bedtime."

You threw him a look. "You can't just lure me home using your son. That's not fair game."

The corners of Aaron's mouth twitched and he tilted his head.

You sighed. "Even if I wanted to go home," You said, "This paperwork won't finish itself."

Aaron moved closer to you and threw a glance over your shoulder, one hand supporting his weight on your desk as he leaned over your body.

"Let me do it," He offered.

You turned to look at him. "I can't ask that of you."

Aaron straightened up. "You're not asking, I'm offering."

Carefully, he pulled your pen out of your hand and put it back into its designated holder with multiple other ones that probably weren't even functioning anymore.

"Now," He drew out slowly, while his fingers were circling under the collar of your jacket hung over your chair, and he held it out to you, "Go home."

You threw him a doubting look. Aaron raised an eyebrow.

"I can make this an order if I want to."

You raised your hands, defeated.

"Alright, alright."

Slowly, you rolled your chair back and stood up, and accepted happily when Aaron helped you slip into the warm jacket. His hands kept steadying you at your shoulders. You closed your eyes and let your muscles relax against him for the blink of a second.

"Thank you," You muttered to him.

Aaron nodded. "Of course."

Your bag was already packed, it was a plus, as you lifted it off the floor.

"Maybe you can read Jack the book you brought him the last time," Aaron suggested. "He hasn't put it down since I showed him."

At his words, your face cracked into a huge, beaming smile.

"He actually liked it?" You hushed. Aaron nodded, smiling.

"That was my favorite book as a child, I'm so glad!"

You strode forward and pulled him closer to you in a short, but emotion-pouring kiss.

When you leaned away, Aaron smiled.

"Get home safe," He said. "Text me."

You dug out your headphones out of your bag and smiled at him.

"Always."

Then, not without throwing your lover a last kiss in your steps, you made your way out of the glass gates and left the building.

Only when the closed elevator doors put you out of his line of sight, Aaron allowed himself to finally pull out your chair and sit down.

He cracked open one of the brown files and started writing.

Only a few tables away, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid were frozen in the same position they had been in just one minute ago.

Emily opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again.

Derek turned to Rossi. "Should we-?"

"No." The elder Agent cut him off.

Emily gestured wildly with her hands. "But they just-"

"I know, but - let's just not."

Spencer tilted his head.

Emily gave in.

They all just watched as their Unit Chief sat on your desk and filled out files that weren't his, as if it was the most normal thing on earth.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x plus size reader #requested #answered #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #aaron hotchner x profiler!reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x you #aaron hotchner fluff

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little-diable · 6 months

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Profiling 101 – Professor Aaron Hotchner Masterlist

Coming to your local Tumblr next month, a new series y'all voted for. I promise there will be lots of smut (you know me), but please also show some love to the chapters that have no smut in them. A big thank you to @deathofpeaceofmind for brainstorming with me and for her ideas. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader enrolls in professor Hotchner's class "Profiling 101", a man she has always looked up to, a man who treats her like an asshole from day one. Will her need for academic validation manage to push the two closer together? Will her bright mind push her into the world of Aaron Hotchner and the BAU team? Will he manage to keep his distance before the world he tries to protect her from can get its grasp on her?

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

Chapter 1 – A word of advice

Chapter 2 – The Porcelain Killer

Chapter 3 – Saturn swallowing his son

Chapter 4 – Your drunken foolishness

Chapter 5 – A complicated man

Chapter 6 – A secret to hold, a secret to share

Chapter 7 – Mine to own, mine to hold

Chapter 8 – A losing game

Chapter 9 – The Game is Won

This series is now complete

#aaron hotchner x reader #profiling 101 #aaron hotch smut #aaron hotch professor #criminal minds

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elleminds · 5 months

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I wish I could draw because I would draw pictures of this woman all day everyday

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #side profile

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whoisspence · 18 days

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WAIT so what's the fandom name ???? i'm lost

#profilers #bau fam #criminal minds #whoisspence

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lilliejareau · 8 months

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Emily: I don't care how old an episode of Law & Order is. You're gonna shut the fuck up while me, Liv, Stabler, and Fin solve this damn case.

#she probably profiles every suspicious chatacter #incorrect criminal minds #criminal minds #criminal minds incorrect #criminal minds gone wrong #incorrect cm #cm #cm incorrect quotes #incorrect criminal minds quotes #emily prentiss #lillie jareau

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staydandy · 17 days

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Evil Minds (2015) - 心理罪 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : Fang Mu is a genius criminal profiler who successfully cracks a case after describing the past, present and future of a suspect yet he comes out of it damaged, broken and unable to continue his work. However, a series of murder case comes back to haunt him and he is forced to confront his past. (MDL) AKA : Evil Minds Season 1 | Psychological Crime | Criminal Minds | Profiler

Whumpee : Fang Mu played by Chen Ruo Xuan (right) • Tai Wei played by Wang Long Zheng (left)

Country : 🇨🇳 China Genres : Thriller, Mystery, Psychological, Crime, Bromance, Drama

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • TW : SA, Suicide

Related List : Evil Minds 2 (2016) - partial list

Episodes on List : 16 Total Episodes : 24

*Spoilers below*

01 : TW:SA

02 : (at end) Fang Mu jumps out of a moving car

03 : … continued from previous ep. ... Bandaged up at hospital … removes his own IV … nauseous at a crime scene, retching … ptsd triggered hallucination

04 : (near end) Hallucination

05 : Tai Wei hand cut stopping blade … (at end) Fang Mu hallucinating

06 : … continued from previous ep. ... Attacked; strangled, fight, hallucinating … nightmare

08 : [flashback] Nauseous at a crime scene

12 : [flashback] Punched … attacked

13 : [flashback] Fight; strangled.. Fang Mu & Tai Wei jump out a 2nd story window to escape an explosion

15 : Tai Wei has nightmare

16 : (at end) Nightmare

17 : TW:Suicide

19 : Nightmare … Fang Mu hallucinating … handcuffed

20 : … continued from previous ep. ... Arrested, mumbling/psychotic break, interrogated, revealed he's been hallucinating his long-dead girlfriend from the beginning, hallucinating again

21 : Tai Wei drunk … Fang Mu hallucinating … still handcuffed, jumps out a 2nd story window, bumped into by a car

22 : Tai Wei unconscious, tied to a chair, head bleeding.. tortured (teeth forcefully pulled)

23 : … continued from previous ep. ... Rescued (a lot of exposition in this ep)

24.. Fang Mu forced to recall a traumatic repressed memory, collapses … Tai Wei shot … Fang Mu in shock, unresponsive, hallucinating

#whump #whump list #full whump list #Asian whump #China #Evil Minds #心理罪 #Evil Minds Season 1 #Psychological Crime #Criminal Minds #Profiler #Fang Mu #Tai Wei #Chen Ruo Xuan #Wang Long Zheng

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studies-in-the-art-of-deduction · 25 days

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Deduction Tips #16

The size of a bag is indicative of how much a person needs to carry, and usually we prefer to carry less things. When you see someone with a bag (be it a backpack, a purse, or anything else) think about why this person needs a bigger one rather than a smaller one, and what that says about the contents of the bag and the situation of the person carrying it

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ketsueki-k · 14 days

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Let’s talk about the real role of BAU agents!

The real dad of the BAU, who without showing his emotions, takes care of his family:

The rebellious big sister with a problem with authority:

the big brother who has trouble managing his emotions :

the youngest child who suffers from his family's mistakes and often finds himself defenseless :

The emotional little sister who looks like a fragile girl:

the aunt loving everyone a little too much to the point of sometimes forgetting to love herself:

the cool "dad" who goes against the laws and rules to protect his family:

Part 2 is coming!

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aj cook #bau team #david rossi #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #paget brewster #esprits criminels #BAU #profilers #mathew gray gubler #shemar moore #joe mantegna #bau family

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little-diable · 4 months

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Your drunken foolishness – Professor Aaron Hotchner (Profiling 101 Series, Part 4/?)

Chapter four, here we go! Finally we have some smut going on! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), lots of tension, descriptions of violence, Aaron is a jerk in this

Pairing: Professor!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (2.3k words)

Profiling 101 Series Masterlist

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Five

She woke with a quiet groan rumbling through her, eyes pressed together, trying to distract herself from her pounding headache. It took (y/n) a few moments to realise where she was, and who was laying next to her, still fast asleep. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the gloomy morning, to the features of Aaron Hotchner, not used to seeing him this relaxed.

(Y/n) almost cursed herself for being this stupid, for asking him to stay when she had disturbed his evening, too drunk to realise what she was doing. But now, as she was laying there next to him, with his arm protectively placed over her middle, no curse managed to leave her, somewhat grateful for the confidence her drunken mind had focused on.

“I can feel you staring.” Aaron’s rough morning voice reverberated through the room, leaving (y/n) chuckling as a soft “Sorry” rolled off her tongue. He opened his eyes, slowly, almost carefully as if he wasn’t sure how to react to their closeness. Their eyes held contact, waiting until either one looked away, and yet neither of them did.

Her hand started moving before she could stop herself from cupping his warm cheek, feeling the stubble of his beard pressing against her fingertips. A hum left Aaron as (y/n) stroked his skin, wondering how she’d ever be able to pull away from the man her heart was longing for. Perhaps it was the calmness of the moment, perhaps it was the fact that for the first time in months Aaron didn’t feel the need to frown, to listen to his racing thoughts, whatever it was, (y/n) couldn’t help but thank her lucky stars for it as he finally closed the gap between them.

The kiss was hesitant at first, giving one another the chance to pull away, to put an end to this before things could escalate, but neither Aaron nor (y/n) wanted to end this. He shuffled around, laying flat on his back, with (y/n) pulled on top of him. Their lips kept meeting, allowing the kiss to grow deeper as their bodies guided them, urged on by their longings.

A whimper left her as her clothed heat met his growing bulge, making them groan in desperation, needing to cling to whatever the other wanted and could offer. Her hands started moving down his upper body, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch, but Aaron didn’t stop her, allowing her to find her way to his sweatpants.

“Can I?” She murmured her words against his slightly swollen lips, waiting for him to speak up, to allow her to touch him or to pull back. It took Aaron a few moments to speak up, murmuring a soft “Go ahead, sweetheart” that left her heart skipping beats. Her hands trembled as she freed his cock, unable to stop her breath from hitching in her chest as she slowly wrapped her fingers around his twitching length.

No words left either one of them as she shuffled further down his legs, giving herself enough room to lean down, tongue meeting his red tip. A groan ripped through Aaron as he pushed his head further into the pillow, veiny hands resting on her thighs. She was spurred on by the sinful sounds leaving him, lips parted to take as much of him as she could.

The sight of him would forever race through her mind, his dark hair slightly dishevelled, his lips bruised from their kisses, his Adam's apple bobbing with every swallow. It was a sight she’d dream of, a sight she’d think back to whenever she’d have to take care of her longings, hand buried between her thighs, eyes squeezed shut.

“Fuck, feels so good, you’re doing so well, sweetheart.” His praises left (y/n) grinning, hallowing her cheeks as she tried to take even more of him, with tears instantly welling up in her eyes. Aaron couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering over her features, trying to memorise every single inch, thanking whoever was listening for pushing her into his grasp.

One of her hands let go of his cock to slide up his upper body, disappearing underneath his shirt. The feeling of his muscles tensing beneath her touch, while his cock twitched in her mouth, left (y/n) trembling with pride, clinging to the thought of being the only one who was able to make Aaron Hotchner feel whatever he was now guided by.

“I should have known your chatty mouth would be my death. I‘m close, baby.” Their eyes met as he tugged on her forearm, pulling her hand from his shirt to interlace their fingers. The moment had something almost sweet to it, forcing her to bob her head even faster, pushing Aaron over the edge with a moan clawing through him. His cum filled her cheeks, allowing (y/n) to properly taste him as she swallowed every drop.

With a shaky breath exhaled she rose from her position, squealing in surprise as Aaron pulled her closer, flipping her down onto the mattress. Their lips met for a bruising kiss, a kiss that forced (y/n)’s hands to move, finding their way around his neck, trying to pull him even closer. His lips kissed their way down her neck, hands tugging on the hemline of her shirt, wanting to pull it over her head just as the sound of his phone going off ripped them apart.

She didn’t miss the sigh leaving him as he reached for his phone, features instantly shifting back to the all too familiar frown she was more than used to by now. Suddenly the air around them began to shift, as if Aaron had been ripped out of a daydream, once again forced to face the life he had wanted to escape from. With her fingertips stroking up and down his arm, feeling his muscles beneath them just like she had done moments ago, (y/n) kept on watching him.

“There’s a new case waiting.” No longer was his voice sweet, no longer did it carry the same adoration it had carried moments ago. “Should I drive you home?”

She didn’t manage to hide her expression of surprise as the question left Aaron, not expecting him to push her away that quickly, secretly hoping that he’d invite her to join him once again. (Y/n) found herself getting lost in his pupils for a few more seconds before she cleared her throat, only shaking her head with a small “No, thank you” leaving her.

……

Ever since that morning at Aaron’s place, (y/n)’s heart had been aching, torn between the pain his sudden switch of emotions had inflicted upon her and between the harshness of her thoughts, reminding her that he didn’t owe her a thing, that he had been in no obligation to tug her along. But now, as she was sitting in her usual spot, watching him present a new case, (y/n) couldn’t help but direct her anger at the frowning man. She felt his eyes on her at any given chance, and yet she avoided his gaze at any cost, not daring to meet his eyes once.

“Can anybody tell me what you can pick up from these pictures?” All eyes were drawn to the projected pictures, bloody pictures, cruel pictures that would need a heavy trigger warning in any other context. And yet a few gasps still filled the room, sounds that carried the disgust thumping through some of the students' systems. Even (y/n) had to heavily swallow, staring at the first picture that was taken in what appeared to be a slaughter house, showing blood covering the ground, followed by a second picture showing the beheaded body of a male victim, placed down in a completely different spot.

“The victim was clearly beheaded.” A student called out, forcing a sigh out of Aaron as he stared the guy down, murmuring something under his breath neither (y/n) nor any other student could pick up on.

“Let's go into the details, the pictures are filled with clues you should be able to pick up on by now.” His voice carried boredom, disappointment almost, eyes searching through the rows till he found (y/n)’s frame once again. For the first time since the start of this class almost an hour ago, she dared to look at him, watching his eyebrows furry, wordlessly daring her to speak up.

“It seems as if he was dragged out of the first place, taking into consideration the clear escalation of the murder, it appears to be something personal, perhaps it was about money, or about love. The slaughterhouse must have been either the victim or the unsub’s workplace, which adds another personal layer. Did they find the head?” (Y/n)’s voice boomed through the room, all students had their focus on her, speaking about details that perfectly fit into the profile. Aaron wore a proud smile on his lips, a rather unusual burst of happiness none of the other students had ever expected to tug on the man’s features.

“Yes, the unsub had forced his way into another man’s house, he left it there.” Once again the room was filled with silence, big eyes staring at the professor who couldn’t help but curse himself for building this class, already fed up with those that couldn’t follow some basic instructions. “I want you all to write a three page essay about what these pictures and the details I’ve uploaded can tell you, build a profile, don’t hesitate to add as many details as you can think of. As always, you’ll have time till Friday to upload your homework. Have a good week.”

Chatter suddenly filled the room, words and voices (y/n) didn’t spare any attention to, eyes still focused on Aaron, who kept looking at her. For a few seconds neither of them moved, till he nodded his head towards the hallway, wordlessly asking (y/n) to meet him outside. She moved slowly, taking her time to pack her bag, leaving him waiting outside with a massive wave of students suddenly passing by the tall professor.

“Come, let's go to my office.” He didn’t give her a choice, Aaron had started walking before (y/n) could either deny or accept the invitation, forced to keep up with his long strides, pushing past students who stared at him with either adoration or fright laced in their gazes. Only as they stepped into his quiet office did the two finally manage to let go of the tension clinging to their bodies.

(Y/n) didn’t dare move, she watched him place his folders down, watched him pour two cups of coffee, placing hers down on his desk. Aaron pointed to the chair close to his, the one she had been sitting in days ago, dark eyes wandering up and down her frame as she slowly moved closer, taking her seat.

“What am I doing here, professor?” A sigh left Aaron at the use of his title, not used to her voice sounding this cold and distanced. His hand rubbed his tired features before he took a sip of his coffee, eyes not leaving hers once.

“Please, it’s Aaron when it's just us,” a sigh left him. “I am sorry for not taking you with me that day. But, as you heard just now, the case is quite brutal. I didn’t know what was expecting us, so I didn’t want to drag you along before knowing what it was about.” A humourless laugh left (y/n), head being shaked as she straightened her posture, keeping her gaze as cold as her voice.

“It’s not about that, and you know that, Aaron. It’s about you pushing me away, about making me feel like I was just there for you to use, and after you had enough you let go. I couldn’t care less about you not wanting to take me with you to the BAU, even though you know just as well as I do that I am more competent than any other student trying to get into the FBI.” His features grew hard once again, matching the way she now talked to him, no longer trying to ease the hurt his actions had clearly pushed upon her.

“Let me make something clear, (y/n).” She almost flinched at the harsh tone of his voice, not used to him using this very coldness to address her, not even matching their first few interactions. “You’re my student, nothing more. Yes, you are by far more competent than the others in the Profiling 101 class, but that’s all. Seeing you outside of class and the BAU was a mistake, but that is on you and your drunk foolishness. I shouldn’t have touched you, and I apologise for crossing that line.”

An almost eerie silence engulfed the two, quiet moments (y/n) used to bite down her tears, the angry sobs threatening to break through her. She cleared her throat, reached for her bag and rose from the chair. Wordlessly she stared down on the frowning man, and with a shake of her head she murmured a sharp “Fuck you, Aaron.”

She didn’t wait for a reply, body forcing her to stumble out of his office with tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision as (y/n) forced herself to keep walking, chasing the once again growing distance between her and Aaron Hotchner.

#Aaron Hotchner imagine #profiling 101 #Aaron Hotchner x reader #Aaron Hotchner smut #criminal minds imagine

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spilled-coffee-cup · 9 days

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I need to find a writer that writes for both formula 1 and criminal minds I have a request I've been cooking up but can't write because I'm shit at developing stories :D

But like trust me on this, ok?!, see the vision please.

Idea under the cut 🫵🏻

BAU agent attends a Formula 1 race weekend in their free time/for leisure (maybe USA as a triple header in the calendar for this or something) but ends up recognizing an unsub that the fbi couldn't catch at the time or someone that was a suspect in a cold case (or something like that), and like agent mode because maybe he's just being weird and suspicious, so yeah shit happens right, or maybe weird shit had been happening recently that our BAU agent suspected had to do with this suspect, like his style, MO or something like that.(Doesn't have to only be an unsub from only the US, maybe it's a case where Interpol wanted the help of the fbi/ bau, like international yk, idk you tell me)

Now in some way/whatever agent bumps into Logan and he like, is interested in agent so he tries to make conversation and something and he notices her being like tense when the weird suspicious guy is around or agent looks at the weird guy a lot and Logan notices and he offhandedly tells agent how he's seen the same guy around the garages for a while and pinned him out for some weird behavior or something and what he describes fits the MO agent suspected fit with the guy...now insert BAU things happening and all that.

(tag me if you write it I beg, it's a need not a want)

#logan sargeant x beau agent/profiler has soooo much potential i tell you TRUST #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #TRUST ME OK THIS ONE PLEASE #criminal minds fic #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant

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