If this is not something you’re comfortable with writing please ignore it.
The reader (trans man) coming out to Hotch, after a case that has caused their dysphoria to become worse. Whether it’s a victim who was trans or a bigoted unsub and it makes them visibly angry and upset to deal with.
Ideally it would have a happy ending but the rest can be as angsty or not as you would like.
thank you for the request, i really hope i did it justice <3 it didn't come out as angsty as i thought, it's pretty sweet tbf. it's not really what i wanted to do which this idea but i couldn't think of anything else and didn't wanna keep you waiting :')
aaron hotchner x trans male reader
after a case involving murdered trans kids and a transphobic cop, you come out as trans to aaron.
warnings/content: mentions of transphobia/hate crimes, feeling unloved and unworthy, deep conversations, coming out, love confessions and kissing
word count: 1.6k
also on ao3!
what about today?
“Agent.”
You paused, Aaron's soft voice surprising you. Taking a deep breath, you turned around and forced a smile. “Yes, Sir?”
Aaron's eyes swept over your features as he slightly tilted his head. He opened his mouth, struggled to make a sound, and closed it. “Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn't I be?”
He sighed. “Sit down. Please.” You nodded and stepped toward the chair in front of his desk but he shook his head. “On the couch.”
Realisation slowly dawned on you–this conversation wasn't going to be easy. Either you had to lie and tell him the case didn't affect you mentally, that it didn't remind you how ignorant and full of hatred people can be towards others like you, and pray he didn't see through the cracks in your armour, or you told him the truth. And the truth, no matter how hard, felt like the right choice in the end.
But whatever happened, you knew it couldn't happen in his office. You trusted him with your life but you couldn't be sure how he'd react. Taking a deep breath, you quietly asked, "Can we go somewhere else?”
Aaron tilted his head. "Like where?"
"I don't know," you shrugged, wringing your hands together. "A bar?"
If Aaron was confused, he didn't say anything. Instead, he moved from behind his desk and reached out to gently grab your elbow, leading you out of the office.
As you parked the car, Aaron eyed the area with interest. His eyes, shining in the low light of a street lamp nearby, flickered over the entry of the bar. He observed the gaggle of women huddled away in the smoking area, all sharing a cigarette, then the two drag queens giggling away at an inside joke, and finally the security guard who stood at the door with a pin that proudly exclaimed ‘love is love’. “A gay bar,” he mused. “It looks nice. Do you come here often?”
“When I need to clear my head and feel a little less alone, yes.”
He smiled. “You ready to go inside?”
You took a deep breath and nodded. A few people called out to you as you made your way to your usual seat, waving with grins that you matched, although it didn't quite reach your eyes. The bartender waggled his eyebrows at you when he spotted Aaron and you bit back a laugh. Aaron slid into the booth opposite yours and gave you a polite smile, patiently waiting for you to speak.
“So you're probably wondering why I brought you here.”
Aaron shrugged. “Because you have something you want to say and you feel as if being in a public space surrounded by people you trust will make it easier?”
You opened your mouth to answer but no sound came out. “I… What happened to not profiling each other?”
“Not a profile,” he smiled, glancing away for only a moment. “Just an observation.”
“Well, you're right. Uh, I wanted to explain why this case affected me more than most.”
Aaron sighed and leaned forward, reaching out for you as if to take your hands in his. At the last second, however, he changed his mind and pulled away, standing up instead. You stared at him with your eyebrows knitted together as he moved to your side, sliding in beside you. When he was settled, his knee bouncing against yours, only then did he speak. “You never have to explain yourself. Not to me. I just wanna make sure you're okay.”
Warmth bloomed in your chest and if your heart wasn't already beating a mile a minute, it was now. Tenfold, actually, and your hands shook in your lap as you gave Aaron a tentative smile. “I appreciate that, Hotch. But this… I need to.” His eyes found yours and you lost yourself for a moment. Smiling, he glanced away, giving you time to collect your thoughts with no pressure, and for that you were grateful. Taking a deep breath, you began. “I thought I'd be okay with the case because, well, I've seen stuff like this everywhere. I see it online or on the news more often than not; it's something we can never get away from. Violence against people who are, are different, that don't conform. We've seen it before, too, on cases. People in this community have been murdered for as long as time.”
You paused, taking another shaky breath, and for a moment it felt like time slowed to a stop and you couldn't breathe. Aaron turned to give you a smile, small but genuine, and reached out for your trembling hand. “It's okay,” he whispered, interlocking your fingers. “I'm here.”
“Thank you,” you whispered back, squeezing his hand in return. Instead of pulling away immediately like you thought he would, he shuffled even closer so that your thighs and shoulders were pressed completely together. It gave you the courage you needed. “So when we were on that case with those… those little boys who only wanted peace and happiness, who wanted to be loved, who just wanted–needed–help and never got it from the people that should have been there for them… and when that cop said that they deserved it because they were different, because they were trans…” Aaron tensed beside you. “Something inside me broke. I felt like a kid again being told that I'd never be loved because of who I am.”
“Because of your sexuality?”
“No,” you said, shaking your head. The hand in your lap felt like a weighted blanket, something that brought comfort, and it allowed you to breathe out your next words. “Because of my identity. Because I'm trans, too.”
Aaron didn't flinch. He didn't pull away, he didn't breathe, and he didn't make a sound. You immediately thought the worst–that he was disgusted in you but couldn't bring it in himself to react. Hesitantly, you slowly began pulling your hand from his, unwinding your fingers. But before you could pull your hand completely away, he tightened his grip and pulled your combined hands into his own lap. The rough pad of his thumb slid across your knuckles, his touch featherlight but filled with a tenderness that had your heart leaping into your throat.
His other hand gently cupped your cheek, large and warm and firm, and angled your head up so that your eyes connected with his. Instead of disgust, all you found was acceptance. “Listen to me,” he said, voice hushed as if you were in a library. Despite the excited bustle surrounding you, music so loud it was almost disorientating, all you could focus on was him. His tongue flitted out and swept across his bottom lip nervously before he continued. “This doesn't change how I see you. You're still you, okay? And you always will be.” He gave you a sad smile. “And you have every right to be upset. Every right. What that cop said… I wish you hadn't heard it, I really do, but more importantly I wish he hadn't said it, or even thought it. I wish many others didn't share the same views, too, because you… you don't deserve that.”
“No one does,” you replied.
“No one does,” he repeated. “But you… Oh, you. I'm sorry that someone thought it was their right to tell you that you could never be loved because it's not true. Not in the slightest.” His thumb gently swiped over your cheekbone. “You are so, so loved.”
You gave him a weak smile. “I know. But not in the way I want to be. I don't think I'll ever get that.”
It was as if you could see the reflection of Aaron's heart breaking in his eyes. He gave you a sad look, not one of pity but of understanding, and nodded. “You will.”
“Maybe one day.”
“What about today?”
Your breath caught in your throat. “What?”
He hesitated, his gaze dropping low to your lips before finding your eyes again, and his head moved hardly an inch closer. If you weren't so close already, you wouldn't have noticed. But now you were keenly aware of his breath mixing with yours, the way your combined hands slotted together perfectly, how the comforting and familiar smell of him washed over you, and how his eyes shone with acceptance and love.
“I…” Aaron started, trailing off in uncertainty. It's the only time you've ever seen him truly nervous. He licked his lips again and it took all your strength not to surge forward and press yours against his. “I love you.”
All that strength disappeared the moment those words left his trembling mouth and, before you knew it, you were kissing him. Mind completely silent, body losing all sensation except for where his body met yours, you felt like you were floating. His grip loosened on both your hand and face for hardly a moment before he held you twice as hard and kissed you back. It wasn't romantic by any means, the kiss feeling like a game of catch-up you had no idea how long had been in motion, lips and teeth and tongues clashing frantically, but it had your blood rushing in your ears and the world disappearing around you.
When you pulled back for air, Aaron remained still. His lips were still slightly pursed, as if trapped in a memory he never wanted to escape, and his eyes were closed, a slight red tinge to his cheeks. He looked peaceful. He looked beautiful.
As you admired him, the words slipped from your mouth with ease. “I love you too.”
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I need tm! Bunny reader getting knotted by dragon price!!! Please im so needy rn😔 i just wanna be taken care off and getting praises like calling me a "Good boy" or something, please just loving sex😭😭👍
ur so real for this honestly sorry if this isnt as soft as you wanted !! but I had sm fun writing this 🫶🏻🩶 never written knotting nor know much about it BUT i tried 😎 (thas why this is so short btw cause i dont feel like trying to research ‘knotting’ is a good idea!)
// CW : tm!reader , dragon!price , bunny!reader , size diff , dumbification , praise , creampie , knotting
His cock is huge, in perfect proportion to his body which towers over you constantly. His wings are a prominent as they wrap around your body, keeping you in place for Price to use as he pleases-not like you are complaining-. Your ears are large and soft on your head, your fluffy tail is twitching with every thrust from his strong hips. Your cunt tight and drenched from stimulation, your eyes are dilated from pleasure, dumb brain completely empty even as Price speaks to you.
“Good boy.. letting me use you.. good-fucking-bunny…” he growls straight into your ear, his cock hammering into you. You can tell he’s close from the swollen knot knocking against your entrance with every thrust. The feeling of his knot against your sensitive dick is too much, your whimper is loud and pathetic as you orgasm, even as you soak his cock John never ceases his movements. Still chasing his pleasure even as your small hands grab at his body, trying to get away from the pleasure he is giving you.
Price can’t help but laugh at your feeble attempt to squirm away from him, chucking as he thrusts into you harder, the rhythm of his hips still strong despite your overwhelming orgasm. His groans are loud huffing as he tries to get his knot inside you, needing it. When it slips into your soaked hole, both you and Price are stuck on the pleasure. Your shout is loud, bouncing off of the walls as his knot pumps inside you, his thick cum filling your insides and covering your walls.
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