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thewulf · 23 days

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Bulletproof Bonds || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - Maybe a husband!Aaron x Long Time BAU!wife and how there’s a new member to the BAU and she keeps trying to flirt with Aaron but he keeps turning her down🥲 but the new member doesn’t know that Aaron and reader are married, and new member just thinks of reader as competition to get with Aaron, eventually leading to reader getting really mad cause new member does something really stupid on a case that leads to reader almost getting seriously injured??... Read Rest Here

A/N: Really loved writing this one. Hope you all enjoy! Thank you for the request @viscade !

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader,

Word Count: 3.1k

TW: Yelling, gunshot (non wounded)

In the bustling chaos of the BAU bullpen, Aaron Hotchner sat at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sifted through the multitude of case files scattered before him. A usual sight for the unit chief. The harsh fluorescent lights cast stark shadows across his features, accentuating the lines of exhaustion etched into his face by years of chasing monsters in the dark.

You sat by his side, a silent sentinel amidst the whirlwind of activity. Your own workspace dedicated beside him cluttered with documents and crime scene photos. The faint aroma of stale coffee hung in the air as you both delved into the intricate web of clues left behind by the latest serial killer to plague the streets. It was always so easy with him, your husband. The way the two of you were able to bounce ideas off each other was like none seen before.

The tension in the room was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on everyone present as they grappled with the enormity of the task at hand. Each unsolved case seemed to loom over them like a specter, a constant reminder of the lives lost and the justice yet to be served. Amidst all the usual chaos, Agent Sarah Miller made her presence known. Her arrival heralded by the soft click of her heels against the linoleum floor. She moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, her youthful exuberance a stark contrast to the world-weary countenances of her colleagues. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.

Sarah's eyes lingered on Aaron as she sauntered past his open aired desk, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She was young, ambitious, and hungry for success. Her gaze fixed on the formidable figure of the BAU's leader like a moth drawn to a flame.

Despite Aaron's cold indifference, she persisted in her attempts at flirtation, undeterred by his lack of response. Her tactics were shamelessly transparent, her words dripping with false sweetness as she sought to capture his attention. Agent Sarah Miller yet again walked past Aaron's desk, her gaze lingering on him for a moment too long before she turned her attention to you. There was a subtle flicker of annoyance in her eyes as she took in your presence, her lips curling into a barely concealed sneer.

"Hey, Hotch," she purred, leaning against the edge of his desk with practiced ease. "You must be tired of staring at all those files. Why don't you take a break and grab a coffee with me?" Her eyes kept looking back to you in brief flashes to gauge your reaction. You decided early on after her brazen attempts that you would give her none. A layer of disgust masked on top of the doe eyes she was attempting to give your husband was meant for you. She was very forward, you had to give her that one.

Aaron's response was polite but firm, his tone devoid of any warmth. "I'm sorry, Agent Miller, but I have work to do," he replied, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him.

Undeterred, Sarah flashed him a flirtatious smile, her gaze lingering on him expectantly. "Maybe some other time, then," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness before she finally strolled away.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her blatant display of interest, the subtle scoff escaping your lips as you returned your focus to the files sprawled across your desk. "Some profiler she is," you muttered under your breath, the sarcasm dripping from your words like venom. It was a small act of defiance, a way to vent the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as you watched Sarah's failed attempts at seduction.

Your comment earned a small smirk from Aaron, his lips quirking up in amusement as he glanced up from his work. His eyes met yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you, a shared understanding of the absurdity of the situation. In that fleeting moment, you found solace in the unspoken reassurance that he was not blind to Sarah's antics, nor was he unaffected by them.

As the tension in the room continued to get heavier, you exchanged a knowing glance with Aaron, the unspoken bond between you speaking volumes. It was a silent reminder of the unbreakable connection that bound you together, a tether grounding you amidst the disarray swirling around you. In that moment, you drew strength from the knowledge that no amount of flirtation from the new agent could ever hope to rival the deep-seated love and loyalty that defined your marriage.

But beneath the surface, resentment simmered, fueled by the blatant disrespect for the boundaries of your marriage. Each lingering glance, each flirtatious comment served as a reminder of the fragile line Sarah was treading, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the calm facade. Yet, as frustrating as her antics were, you knew that the true test of your marriage lay not in her misguided advances but in the unwavering trust and devotion you shared with Aaron. A bond that would withstand any challenge thrown your way.

You had to give the girl credit. She certainly didn’t stop. It was not even an hour later that the girl came crawling right back to him. In the dimly lit bullpen of the BAU, the seasoned agents huddled together, their eyes darting furtively around the room as they exchanged knowing glances. Reid, Garcia, Morgan, and Prentiss stood in a tight circle. Their voices hushed as they leaned in conspiratorially.

"So, who's going to crack first?" Garcia whispered, her eyes sparkling mischievously behind her glasses.

Prentiss smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "My money's on Y/N. She's got that poker face down pat."

Reid nodded in agreement, adjusting his glasses. "And she's got a wicked sense of humor. I don't think she's sweating it."

Just then, Morgan, ever the observant one, interjected with a grin. "You know what, I'm with both of you on this one. Y/N's handling this like a pro. She's probably just waiting for the perfect moment to drop a witty comeback."

The others turned to look at you, noticing your bemused expression as you observed the scene unfolding with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. The new agent, eager to impress, leaned in a little too close to Hotch, her voice dropping to a suggestive whisper. "So, Hotch, any plans for dinner tonight?"

Hotch glanced up from his paperwork, his expression remaining impassive. "Just finishing up some reports, Agent. Nothing planned."

Undeterred, the new agent persisted, fluttering her eyelashes coyly. "Well, if you change your mind, I know this great Italian place down the street."

Hotch merely nodded, returning his attention to the file in front of him. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Agent."

Behind his back, the BAU members couldn't contain their laughter, stifling their giggles as they watched the new agent's attempts fall flat. It was clear that Hotch was immune to her charms, his focus unwavering even in the face of relentless flirting.

As Sarah retreated, finally somewhat defeated, the BAU members exchanged triumphant looks, their silent bet settled. Hotch may have been unflappable in the field, but when it came to dodging unwanted advances, he was truly a master of his craft. And you, well, you were just enjoying the show, your amused smile barely masking your annoyance as you watched the scene unfold.

The breaking point came during a particularly intense case, where the unsub's erratic behavior had everyone on edge. You felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of an abandoned warehouse, every nerve on high alert.

In the heat of the pursuit, Sarah's impulsive decision shattered the fragile equilibrium you had struggled to maintain with your team. Ignoring protocol and disregarding the safety of the team, she charged ahead recklessly, her actions sending shockwaves rippling through your ranks. Bullets flew past you like angry hornets, the deafening roar of gunfire echoing off the walls as chaos descended upon you.

It happened in the blink of an eye, a split-second decision with far-reaching consequences. A bullet sliced through the air like a deadly whisper, its trajectory aimed straight for your chest. But thanks to the protective barrier of your bulletproof vest, the impact was nothing more than a forceful shove, the fabric absorbing the blow with a sickening thud. The impact knocked the wind out of you, pain searing through your body as you stumbled backward, clutching your chest.

As the adrenaline faded and the reality of what could have been sunk in, fury ignited like a wildfire within you. You rounded on Sarah, your voice a crescendo of anger as you unleashed the pent-up frustration that had been building for weeks. Each word was a dagger aimed straight at her heart. Your tone laced with a venomous ferocity that mirrored the intensity of the emotions raging within you.

Coughing up blood, your vision blurred as you struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Anger surged through you like a tidal wave, drowning out the pain as you staggered to your feet. With a primal roar, you lunged at Sarah, grabbing her by the collar with a strength born of desperation.

"What the fuck was that?" you yelled, louder than you ever had before. And certainly not in front of the team. Your voice raw with fury. Each word was a thunderclap, reverberating through the warehouse like a warning shot. "You could have killed me! Or them! Do you even realize what you've done?"

But Sarah's response was a defiant sneer, her gaze unwavering in the face of your righteous indignation. "I did what needed to be done," she spat, her voice laced with arrogance. "I'm not afraid to take risks to get the job done."

The words were like a slap to the face, a cruel reminder of the recklessness that had nearly cost you everything. With all your rage, you shoved her away, your hands trembling with anger as you struggled to contain the tempest raging within you.

"You're a liability," you growled, your voice a low, dangerous whisper. "And if you ever put my life, their lives,” You pointed to Spencer and Emily behind you, “in danger again, I won't hesitate to take you down myself."

As you stood there, trembling with fury and pain, the rest of the team made their way over. You still hasn’t seen Aaron yet but the rest of them looked on in shock and disbelief. Derek surged forward, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you back from the confrontation. "Easy there Y/N," he said, his voice low and soothing as he tried to calm the storm raging within you. "Cool off."

Emily and JJ exchanged worried glances. Finally, Aaron found you after too many moments of losing it in front of everyone. His eyes widened in alarm as he took in the sight of blood staining your lips, his heart clenching with fear at the sight. "What happened?" he demanded. His usually calm voice was laced with urgency as he reached out to gently touch your arm. His fingers trembled against your skin, his touch a comforting anchor in the swirling chaos of the moment.

Still reeling from the confrontation and the shock of narrowly escaping serious injury, Spencer stepped forward, his voice calm but tinged with urgency. "Aaron, Sarah made a nearly fatal mistake," he said, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "Her impulsive actions endangered everyone on the team, especially Y/N." You were thankful he was willing to step in because you weren’t quite sure if you had the right words.

Aaron's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching with barely contained fury as he turned his gaze on Sarah. The air around him crackled with palpable anger, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. "Is this true?" he demanded, his voice cold and steely as he pinned her with a hard stare.

Sarah shifted uncomfortably under his intense scrutiny, her bravado faltering in the face of his unwavering gaze. "I...I was just trying to apprehend the unsub," she stammered, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

But Aaron's patience had worn thin, his temper flaring like a raging inferno. "You made a reckless decision that put the entire team at risk," he snapped, his voice echoing off the walls of the warehouse. "Until you can prove that you're capable of following protocol and putting the safety of your teammates above all else, you will not be back in the field."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences of her actions. Sarah's expression fell, her defiance crumbling under the weight of his judgment. It was a harsh lesson, but one that she would need to learn if she ever hoped to earn back the trust of her colleagues and prove herself worthy of wearing the badge.

As Aaron turned away, his attention returning to you with a renewed sense of protectiveness, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the unwavering support of your team leader and husband. But as you tried to catch your breath, a sudden coughing fit wracked your body, drawing Aaron's attention back to you. Concern flashed across his features, his eyes narrowing with worry as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to steady you.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmured softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear as he brushed a strand of hair away from your forehead. "Let's get you checked out, alright?"

You attempted to speak, but the coughing fit continued, leaving you gasping for air. So, you shook your head in protest. You were fine and you knew it, but the damn bullet hit you right in the lung leaving you gasping for air. Aaron's worry deepened, his brow furrowing with concern as he knelt down beside you, his hands hovering anxiously over your shoulders.

"Honey, just breathe," he urged, his voice filled with tenderness as he placed a comforting hand on your back. "We'll get you to the hospital, and they'll take care of you. I promise." It wasn’t usual that he dropped those sweet terms of endearment to you in front of the team, but he couldn’t really care. Not when he could’ve lost you.

Despite your protests, Aaron's determination remained steadfast. With gentle insistence, he scooped you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest with a strength born of love and concern. "You're going to the hospital," he declared, his voice unwavering as he carried you towards his SUV. “I’m not taking no for an answer sweetheart."

As Aaron settled into the driver's seat beside you, his eyes flickered with concern as he stole glances, his hand reaching out to brush against yours in a silent gesture of reassurance. But despite his unwavering determination to get you to the hospital, you couldn't help but feel a stubborn sense of resistance bubbling within you.

"I'm fine, Aaron," you insisted, your tone tinged with frustration as you crossed your arms over your chest. "This is incredibly dramatic. You’ve been hit in your gear too."

Aaron's expression softened at your words, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Maybe I am," he admitted with a chuckle. "I also know what it feels like honey. I’d rather be safe than sorry."

You shot him a playful glare, unable to suppress the teasing smile that danced on your lips. He cared for you, truly. Every inch of himself loved you more deeply than even you could have fathomed. You also knew that love bore stubbornness and there was no talking him out of what he knew he had to do. You were just along for the ride now. "You just can't resist playing the hero, can you?" You spoke up after a moment of silence between the two of you.

Aaron chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced over at you. "Guilty as charged," he replied. "Always remind me never to get on your bad side," Aaron quipped, a lighthearted smile playing on his lips as he attempted to alleviate the tension that hung heavy in the air.

You managed a weak laugh trying your hardest to hide the pain radiating from your chest. However, so grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood. "You looked like you were about to take matters into your own hands back there," he teased gently, his voice laced with affection.

The image of you, ready to throw down with the new agent, brought a genuine laugh bubbling up from deep within you this time. "Well, she did have it coming," you admitted with a mischievous grin. "But I guess I'll let you handle the heroics this time."

As the laughter subsided, Aaron's expression turned more serious, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm sorry things got so heated," he said softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "I should have stepped in sooner. I thought she was harmless. Dealt with her type so many times before." He sighed, running a hand through his hair before finding your hand and lacing his fingers within yours.

You squeezed his hand, a warm smile spreading across your face. "It’s not your fault you’re such a silver fox," Tossing him a wink you couldn’t help but to tease him right on back. It’s how you knew everything was going to be just fine. The two of you had dealt with so much worse and come out even stronger, this would be nothing but a minor blip on your journey together.

Aaron laughed at your playful comment, a warmth spreading in his chest at your familiar banter. "Ah, so you're saying my charm is both a blessing and a curse," he retorted with a grin, his gaze softening as he looked at you.

You nodded, a fond smile playing on your lips. "Something like that," you agreed, feeling a surge of gratitude for the ease with which you could navigate even the toughest moments with Aaron by your side.

As the car glided through the streets towards the hospital, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the gentle hum of the engine. Despite the events that had unfolded, you found solace in the quiet intimacy of the moment, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. With each passing mile, you felt the weight of the day begin to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of reassurance that only Aaron could provide. His unwavering love and support was everything you needed. He guided you through the darkness, illuminating the path forward with hope and determination.

As you arrived at the hospital and Aaron helped you out of the car, you knew that this was just another chapter in your life together. You couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the man beside you, your literal partner in crime, your rock, your everything. Together, you were truly unstoppable.

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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mvm where you’re sexting with hotch and it escalates to sending pictures and hotch feels so smug sending you a video but you call him and yell at him for not leaving the sound on in the video bc that’s the best part

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Aaron's rather proud of himself, considering how long he'd been out of the relationship game before you. He and Haley had never sexted, it was before their time. And he wasn't into hookups on dating apps, so he wasn't exactly used to snapping a dick pic and sending it on its way. Now though, he's responded to a photo of your new lingerie fashion show with a video of how he'd touched himself to it, and he's looking forward to your response.

It comes in the form of a call, and his dick is already stirring again in his pants from the thought of listening to you touch yourself. He's sure that's what it'll be, you moaning wantonly into the speaker while accentuating the lewd squelching sounds of your fingers in your wet cunt.

He picks it up, leaning back against the pillows on the hotel bed, "Hi, sweetheart."

"Aaron!" You shriek, and it's much less lustful than he'd anticipated, "What is wrong with you?!"

His heart nearly stops in his chest; what had he been thinking? He's out of the game, he's not some sort of expert, why had he been bold enough to send you such a lewd video? Oh god, what if you'd opened it in front of someone, or another person had opened it altogether, trying to take a message from him for you. He's not sure if he's ever going to be able to look you in the eyes again if you're upset with him for what he'd sent.

"Honey-" He scrambles for an excuse, "I- I'm sorry, I thought we were-"

"There's no sound?" You cut him off, "What kind of monster are you, Aaron? You tease me, you send me a video of you jacking yourself off, and you don't even let me hear it?"

He hadn't meant to leave the sound off. He hadn't made sure it was on, of course, but he hadn't considered at all that you'd be upset if it was off. Some of the panic clawing at his throat has subsided now, and he manages to stammer, "I didn't- I'm sorry, I didn't know it was off. Did- are you, uh-"

"How am I supposed to get myself off if I don't hear you, Aaron?" Your furious tone slips into a whiny whimper, "Talk to me, please? I need to get off, so bad. Talk to me, and- and I'll watch the video, okay? Please, I have to hear your voice."

If Aaron's pants were tightening before, they're fit to burst now. He nods, cheeks flushed and hand already drifting south, "Alright. Okay, honey, I'll talk you through it."

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happiest-hotch · 1 year

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Deserving

Summary: Aaron has a rough day being a dad, and you reassure him that he is very deserving of your family

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Angst/Fluff)

Word Count: 2.3k

Life with three children is not always easy. It's crazy to think it's been over a year since you and Aaron went from having two kids- Jack and your daughter, Eden- to three, adding sweet baby Noah to the family.

Mornings, although they've become a well-oiled routine, are always a challenge, but they're a satisfying one to complete.

Today, Aaron's slightly changed the patterns. Without an early morning budget meeting, mountains of paperwork, or active case, he's home until a 10 am call time for a case briefing at the BAU, which is very rare for a weekday.

So, instead of breakfast duty, you're taking the first shower while he handles getting everyone fed.

You don't doubt his abilities, but your morning showers are always quick and effective, as opposed to your relaxing nighttime ones, which, when you're lucky, take place with Aaron, so you're dressed and ready for the day quickly. However, the glorious difference of having someone else there is that you don't get interrupted once.

The chaos quickly catches up when you walk downstairs and hear your sweet baby boy crying loudly, very unhappy.

Aaron's frantically trying to calm the tear, offering him different types of cereal as a substitute for his toast and every juice in the fridge as he deduces the cause of an early morning crying fit. Jack looks done with his younger brother, sitting at the kitchen island with his hands over his ears, which makes it difficult for him to eat. He'd love a momentary reprieve of being able to travel two years back in time. He adores his younger brother, but you're not totally sure he wouldn't send him back for some momentary peace. As for Eden, she's nowhere to be found.

You spot the problem in a second, walking over and kissing the top of Jack's head before ruffling his hair affectionately. "Can you stop him now?" He implores.

Aaron looks at you with similarly pleading eyes, ready to admit defeat.

You take the plate from in front of the toddler, open the cupboard and take a different one out before you switch the food over and slide the new plate across the countertop.

In a second, his tears stop, and he digs into his toast like nothing has happened. The tears on his red hot cheeks dry as he eats happily. With a look of thanks, Jack digs into his breakfast.

"He doesn't like the blue plate." You explain to Aaron.

Your husband frowns, as confused as you were when you first noticed the quirk. "He eats off it every night." You've even learned to bring it to Rossi's for your fussy baby.

"Only at night and occasionally afternoon snack." You report to him.

Aaron's heart sinks, and the fact he doesn't know that about his own child hits him deep down. It's no secret that he's not always there, physically much less than most dads, and it weighs heavily on him.

"Oh." He lets out, trying to mask the disappointment he feels with himself. He turns around, grabbing your favorite mug. "Coffee, baby."

You smile, kissing his lips before gratefully taking the mug. "Thank you." You glance around the room again, not seeing a four-year-old coming running into the room. "Where's E?"

Aaron quickly puts down his mug. "Shit."

Jack chuckles at his dad's unusual swear before looking down at his oatmeal when Aaron glowers at him.

"It's okay." You place a gentle hand on his chest. "I'll sort her." With a quick kiss on Noah's forehead, you leave before Aaron can stop you.

Her great drama of the morning is an easy fix when you brush through her hair with the detangler meant for dry hair, not wet. She didn't inherit straight hair like her older brother and dad, and she wants to keep her hair long, which means it gets knotted overnight. You don't blame Aaron for the hiccup. He can't have known when you're the one who usually brushes his hair- his specialty being braiding- and the bottles look identical aside from the tiny writing, which you know he can't see because, although you wouldn't tell him, he probably should be wearing reading glasses.

"What's wrong?" Aaron asks, his voice laced with panic when his head peaks around her door.

"You're done, baby." You tell her, letting her climb off the chair and go to brush her teeth. You walk over to Aaron, hoping to provide some relief that nothing is wrong and that his children are just as dramatic as he is. "She only uses the one in the bathroom if her hair is wet. When it's dry, it's the one at her dressing table." You love your boys, biologically related to you or not, so much, but you love having a girly girl. Aaron's out of his depth. Even learning to braid took effort and nights of practicing on your hair, but he succeeded. As ill-prepared as he feels for the future, you know he'll always try for his baby girl. It's something you adore about him.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes sheepishly, looking down at the carpet.

You wrap your arm around his waist, and his arms hold you tightly, both of you appreciating a quick hug in the hallway. "You can't expect yourself to be perfect."

But you are. Aaron doesn't say it, but it's on the tip of his tongue.

"Go get ready." You instruct him. "I'll hold down the fort."

You're always holding down the fort. "Okay." He agrees, only leaving your side after taking a long kiss that he feels undeserving of.

Aaron's packed Eden and Jack's lunchboxes, which you're sure he's added loving notes to.

You get Noah changed for daycare, making sure he's got an extra change of clothing in his bag since he got paint all over his spare shirt.

Then you place him in front of the TV to watch cartoons with his siblings. Jack's too old for them, but he's such a good big brother that he never complains.

Your next task is packing lunch for the person who overlooked packing it for himself, writing him a note that you hope makes him smile.

He's also effective at getting himself ready, often having to do it quickly and in the middle of the night without enough sleep, and he's finished quicker than you were.

Aaron surveys the scene in the living room when he comes downstairs to find it quiet, much different from how you had. "How are they all ready to go?" He asks, and you see confusion where he's plagued with self-doubt.

"You did a lot of it." You assure him, aware your role this morning was fixing mistakes. "Are you taking Jack, and I'll take the other two?"

He's quiet for a second, brain buzzing away inside his head. "Yes. Yeah, that works." He agrees.

You notice those little details, but it's easy to assume it's about the incoming stress of his workday. "Okay, well, I love you."

That gets a quicker reaction. "I love you, too." He says, cupping your cheeks to kiss you sweetly.

"Team Hotchner?" You offer out a fist bump.

Aaron takes it with a chuckle that momentarily halts his frown. "Team Hotchner." He turns to the living room. "Jack, you ready?"

He nods, high-fiving his sibling before tossing his backpack over his shoulder and walking to the door.

"Love you, and have a good day." You tell him, pulling him into a side hug.

He hugs you properly. "Love you too."

Then two of your favorite people are out the door to continue their days, and you turn back to the other two. "Alright, babies, let's go."

Jack fills Aaron in on what's going on at school, or- as Aaron profiles it- everything minus the social aspects.

They pull up to the drop-off zone, and Aaron stops, knowing Jack has grown past wanting his dad to walk him into class. "Have a good day, bud." He says.

"Uh, Dad?" Jack starts awkwardly. "Did you bring lunch money for me?" Nope. Aaron didn't even know Jack's been buying his lunch. "It's just Y/n always-"

Aaron nods, fishing out his wallet from his pocket. "Y-yeah, of course." He answers.

Due to how infrequently he pays in cash, the only notes he has are $50s, probably- and hopefully- not what you give Jack each day.

He hands it over, and Jack scrunches his nose. "This is way too much." He states.

Thankfully, Aaron thinks quickly on his feet. "Treat your friends." He offers.

Jack grins, knowing he has permission to carry such a large sum of money to a 13-year-old. "Awesome. Thanks, Dad."

Then he's gone, and once he's out of eyesight, Aaron throws his head back against the headrest, hitting the steering wheel in frustration.

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling utterly useless and like he doesn't have enough of a purpose in the family you've built together. Although you've always treated Jack like your own, you know his son better than he does, and that's a warning sign that he can't ignore. It doesn't feel like it was together when he thinks about it. He was just there while you effortlessly did it all.

It's a bad day at work. It starts before he gets there, and it doesn't get better. The silver lining is there's no case that the team can't consult on from Quantico. Still, he can't bring himself to return home when he should. It gets later and later, and his thoughts spiral as he looks out across the dark bullpen and feels like he's 12 years in the past when he was losing Haley because he couldn't be a dad or a husband. He's trying to be different, better, learn from his mistakes because he doesn't get another shot, and he can't stand the thought of letting you down. He's surprised he even got a second chance.

By the time he gets home, the kids are in bed. Jack's light is still on, but the house is silent. The TV's on low, but you're paying more attention to your phone than it.

"Hey, baby, long day at work?" You wonder, not at all sounding mad about it.

Aaron feels like he needs to be punished, yelled at, and made to sleep on the couch, but he's met with understanding.

"Mhm." He answers, dropping his briefcase in his office and his keys on the side table.

"There's dinner in the microwave." You continue talking in your lighthearted tone.

It's wrong to be short with you, and he hates himself for it. "Thanks."

It's a pretty obvious sign.

You know something's wrong.

He thinks he's good at hiding it, but he's not when your focus is solely on him.

You're patient, letting him take your time as you put your phone down and wait until he's sitting next to you on the couch after eating.

"What's wrong?" You ask.

Aaron can sense your watchful stare and acts like he's focused on the TV. "Nothing."

"Aaron Hotchner." You warn. "I would appreciate your honesty. Whenever you're ready."

God, he loves you. There's nothing he's done in his life to deserve someone as understanding as you. "You're the definition of a supermom." He tells you. "I'm not jealous. You keep everything running smoothly here, and any stumbles you react to with so much grace. But I'm failing." You hate that he thinks that of himself. He's not perfect, but neither are you or anyone. One thing Aaron isn't doing is failing. "I barely know anything about our kids, stuff I should know, and I would know if I were a good dad. The thing is, I'm never here." Before you can dispute the claim, he continues. "I'm not, Y/n. If it's not casework, it's paperwork, but I'm never here as much as I should be. I don't deserve any of this."

You hate seeing him like this, having talked himself into his feelings all day. "Aaron." You coo, cupping his cheeks and trying to wipe up his tears. "Baby, you're allowed to make mistakes. Our kids love you and think you're the best dad in the world." You assure him. "Jack has looked at you like you're a superhero since I met him, and E and Noah do too. Every time you're away, they know you're out there saving people."

"You really think so?" He asks. "All of that?"

You nod, brushing your nose against his gently. "100%. There's never been a doubt in my mind that you deserve this family. You've got to believe me."

A flicker of a smile lights up his face. "I do." He decides.

"Did you eat your lunch?" You wonder.

Aaron's unsure where it came from, but he sheepishly looks away from you. "I didn't."

You hit him lightly on the chest, scolding him for not eating. "Then you didn't see the note I added."

"What did it say?" He asks, more excited knowing he's not in trouble.

You debate making him wait until tomorrow, but he needs to know. "Thank you for being the best dad ever to our kids. I love you." You recite.

It seems too convenient, and he frowns. "Really?"

"I think it's a soulmate thing." It's the only explanation you can come up with, having not known this morning that his stress was because he was worried about not being a good enough dad.

"I love you." He says, closing the small gap between you to kiss you.

You go in for another kiss once he pulls back. "I love you, too." You remind him. "Bedtime?" You ask when he yawns. "Then you can have another shot at perfecting the morning routine."

He nods, grateful for everything. "Let's do it."

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lizziela · 12 days

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Instagram AU - Aaron Hotchner - Part 2

y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: I think it's safe to say that the legos @/ladypen_garcia gave Jackers are being used more by his dad than the kid himself...

ladypen_garcia: oh God, next time I should get one set of legos each... 😅

y/n_l/n: @/ladypen_garcia I think Aaron would like that

aarhotchner: 🤨🤨🤨

y/n_l/n: @/aarhotchner 🥰🥰🥰

aarhotchner

aarhotchner: our Jack loved your date @/y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: I love spending time with my little boy!

ladypen_garcia: how did it go?? what was his favorite part???

aarhotchner: @/ladypen_garcia he loved the sharks, especially the bull shark, he hopes next time @/drreid goes with him to teach about the different species of sharks!

drreid: @/aarhotchner I would love to, let's set a date!

y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: sooo, what do you guys usually do when the date comes to an end?

aarhotchner: I carry my love's shoes!

y/n_l/n: @/aarhotchner 😘😘😘

derekm: you wouldn't like to know 🤨😉

y/n_l/n: @/derekm definitely not, lol

ladypen_garcia: mr. boss-man is WHIPPED!

em_prent: @/ladypen_garcia be careful, garcia, he can see your comments! 😅😅

y/n_l/n: @/em_prent 🙈🙈🙈

aarhotchner

aarhotchner: a much needed vacation!

y/n_l/n: I miss the beach already, especially seeing my little Jackers running around! ☹️

aarhotchner: @/y/n_l/n Jack misses you too!

jjjareau: Jack looks so happy!!!

y/n_l/n: @/jjjareau He is!! He loves the beach!

y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n: I'm telling you, I love them both. But God, the Hotchners are stubborn!

rossidave: What happened this time?

y/n_l/n: @/rossidave aaron doesn't listen to me, and now he's having terrible back pain!

ladypen_garcia: so beautiful this pic!

y/n_l/n: @/ladypen_garcia it's beautiful, but at what cost? Aaron is bedridden for the weekend after this 5 minutes shot!

aarhotchner: @/y/n_l/n I'm not bedridden 😒, I love you, though!

y/n_l/n: @/aarhotchner ok, you just can't walk straight! 🤷‍♀️ love u too...

Another one, that's the second part!

I hope you guys like it!

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piqtescue · 6 months

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strawbeerossi · 11 months

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Daydreaming || 1/3 ||

Part two || Part three

Pairing: Fem!reader x Aaron Hotchner

Description: When Jack makes a new friend at school, Aaron is happy to listen to all the stories his son shares about their days together. At another child's birthday party, Aaron gets to meet him as well as his mother.

Content Warnings: Fluffy fluff fluff with a pinch of angst, Jack and Finn are happy to tell all of their parents' business, the two boys try to play matchmaker, reader is a widow, mention of parental death, mention of unspecified illness, mentions of guilt, smiley Aaron (!!!)

Word Count: 1.6K

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My first Aaron fic! Y'all let me know what you think! I'm considering making this a series depending on y'all's thoughts!

Aaron had heard enough about Jack’s new little friend Finn Y/L/N to write a book, it seemed. He liked dinosaurs, liked to read picture books, and he was great at making pretend food. The father loved hearing the tales his son would come home with from a busy day at school. It started with him talking about his day, giving his father all his graded papers for the day, and he had to read for twenty minutes for his reading log.

After that, he was more than happy to gush about his day with all his friends, Finn being the newest and most exciting. It seemed like they got along well, lord knows he got enough notes from Jack’s teacher about his talking and joking while he was supposed to be paying attention.

Aaron hadn’t met the little boy until Jack was playing with him on the school playground when he was coming to surprise him by picking him up early after a gruelling case.

The cases with children always made him hug his son a little tighter, so this wasn’t too out of left field. He could remember a little blonde boy hurrying behind Jack to the fence, the little boy already seeing his father from the parking lot that was next to the playground.

“That’s my daddy!” Jack gushed, the seven-year-old letting his small hand poke through the fence to point Aaron out. Finn looked like a cheerful kid, waving quickly at the black-haired man who couldn’t help but smile as he noticed his son’s excitement. “Hi, Jack’s daddy.” The blonde greeted, his hand opening and closing in the sweet form of a smaller child’s wave.

“My name is Finn.” He spoke confidently, a beaming smile on his face with dimples making their grand appearance. “Are you really a superhero? My mommy says that my daddy was one too!” He spoke, head tilting to the side.

Was.

Before he could answer, the boys’ teacher had already caught notice of the familiar father. “Hello, Mr. Hotchner!” She spoke, greeting the father. The older woman offered a content smile. “Nice to see you. Jack, buddy, go get your things. Finn, come play, honey. Your mom should be here soon.” She mused, watching the blonde wave at Aaron again before he was rushing off.

That afternoon, he was taking Jack to get ice cream while sitting across from him. “Hey, buddy..” Aaron began, now curiosity taking over him. “What does Finn’s dad do?” The words came out a little softer. Jack knew about death, being familiar after losing his own mother at such a young age.

“Well, he said that his daddy used to drive a firetruck.” Jack responded, dipping his spoon in his ice cream before putting it in his mouth. “But he got sick one day, and he died.” The bluntness of children was something to behold. “He was a little baby so he can’t remember.” He added soon after.

After the encounter with the older male, Finn was opening up to Jack more in school about his own father, telling him stories that he’d heard from his mother at some point.

Talking about the death of his father also prompted Jack to open up about his deceased mother as well. They spent a lot of time sharing stories from either their surviving parents, or even sneaking pictures to show one another on the playground.

As the days turned into weeks, it wasn’t long until the first child in their class was having a birthday party. Aaron made it a point to take the day off for that, mainly because his son was over the moon since Finn had already told him at school that he was going. Jack had dragged Aaron around the store for what felt like hours, the two looking at suitable gifts for the birthday girl and even a nice card that they signed.

Jack was holding the gift bag in his hand, proudly walking alongside his father up the driveway while his other hand was safely held by Aaron. “Come on, daddy.” He began, quickly hurrying to the front door, having to stand on the tips of his toes so he could ring the doorbell. The father behind the door looked cheerful enough, despite the house being full of children who were already excited enough, the sugar later going to make them bounce off the walls more.

As the party was moving to the backyard, it wasn’t long until quite a few parents were already talking amongst each other. Aaron felt strange, if he was honest. He couldn’t put his finger on why exactly. “Sorry we’re late.” There was a woman’s voice sounding through the other side of the fence, unlatching it before making her way inside with a smile, Finn by her side as he was quickly running to join the party.

The woman in question was captivating, a smile on her face as she was carrying a gift bag on one arm, leaning down to hug the birthday girl with the other. So she was a parent who was involved. Aaron wished that he could have the luxury of knowing everyone in the class, already being familiar with his son’s friends.

“Daddy!” The word pulled Aaron from his thoughts as he was turning to look at his son, a smile on his face. “What’s up, Jack?” He asked, now kneeling down to get on his son’s level. “That’s Finn’s mommy.” The child whispered, stating what Aaron had already pieced together. “We should go say hi.” He spoke, which Finn had already gotten his mother’s attention as his hand was tightly holding onto hers as he was happily tugging her behind him.

The minute that the two parents were finally brought face to face, both of their son’s looked more than satisfied. “Hi, you must be Mr. Hotchner. I’m Y/N, Finn’s mom. It’s very nice to meet you.” The woman offered a smile as she was holding her hand out for him to shake.

“He’s a superhero.” Jack spoke up, making the two parents laugh. “Is that so? Well, are you Spider-Man or Batman?” Y/N asked, a wide smile gracing her features while Aaron just couldn’t help but match that smile.

She was beautiful.

“She has a crush on Spider-Man.” Finn cut in, looking up at Aaron as if to signal for him to say that.

Were these two little shits trying to play matchmaker?

“Unfortunately, I’m only an agent with the Behavioral Analysis Unit.” Aaron responded with a chuckle, much to their sons’ dismay. “Oh, with the FBI.” Y/N recognized the name while offering a smile. “I write for the paper. I’ve written so many articles about your team and the good that you all do.” She confirmed, a smile on her face.

“I’ve spoken to Jennifer Jareau on several occasions as well when it comes to pushing out stories in order to help you all catch the local people you catch.”

She was surprised she didn’t recognize who he was, however it made sense considering she didn’t come face to face with the team too much, only speaking with the communications liaison when she was needed.

The two boys were facing one another before shrugging, slowly growing bored of the adult conversation before they were heading off to go play with their friends. “I’ve heard a lot about Jack. He’s such a sweet boy.” Y/N smiled. “I was worried about Finn starting at this new school. He was going to a smaller, more private institution last year but.. He just wasn’t happy there any longer and I know I’d hate to be stuck somewhere that I don’t like.”

Aaron smiled while nodding along with her words, giving her his full attention since their children were off playing. “Yeah, Jack was telling me about that. He told me something about a teacher there who wasn’t so nice.” Aaron added on to the conversation, making the mother nod. “You’ve got no idea. I don’t know why she bullied a six-year-old but.. Mama put an end to that fast.” Y/N shook her head as her hands were in her pockets.

“I don’t mean to come across as rude for putting my nose in things that aren’t my business,” Aaron spoke while he was looking at the woman in front of him. “But how do you do it? How do you make being a single parent look so easy?” He asked, making Y/N offer a small smile.

“I’ve been a single parent for a long time. To be honest with you, I used to feel selfish for getting pregnant even though I knew my husband at the time wasn’t going to survive what he was going through.” She admitted. “I make it look easy but I can promise, it never gets easier.” She said softly.

“I um.. I heard about your wife from Finn. I truly am sorry, even if it was a while ago. I know it’s hard losing the one person who you thought would be around much longer.” Her words were soft, a small smile on her face. “And I hope you know that you are doing a really good job. I know your life is busy and your career can be a headache but that little boy loves you. He looks at you like you’ve hung the moon.”

It was something he needed to hear, something that Aaron appreciated. They had a deep understanding of one another in that aspect, the knowledge that there is hope of moving forward after tragedy. It was a long road but they both handled it like pros.

“After the party, me and Finn were going to go get some lunch and have a little picnic in the park, if you and Jack want to join us. I think that he would be absolutely over the moon to invite you both.” Y/N spoke, which there was now a smile gracing Aaron’s features once more as he was looking back to his son.

“We’d love to.”

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lomlhotchner · 1 year

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i have some thoughts about bodyguard!hotch so here it is hope yall enjoy <3

bodyguard!hotch who always make sure you are safe and sound cause its his job. but now he think its more than that.

bodyguard!hotch who will always watch over you as you make your breakfast. making sure you don’t burn the mansion down. pretending like he’s not ogling your thick thighs when you turned to him to check on him.

bodyguard!hotch who trains you in hand-in-hand combat. making sure you know how to protect yourself even if he’s not there.

bodyguard!hotch who never lets his wall down but gives into your pleas to dance with you while taylor swift is blasting on the speaker.

bodyguard!hotch who knows that he will not let anything happen to you because you’re way to important to him and there is absolutely nothing that will hurt you if he’s there.

bodyguard!hotch who tries to not stare at your glowing figure as you admire the sunset.

bodyguard!hotch who tries to fight a smile from forming on his lips by poking his tongue on his cheek when he listens to you spilling the tea with your friends.

bodyguard!hotch who will stand behind you for everything. physically and mentally. physically meaning that he will stare down anyone that even tries to disrespect you. and mentally because he will support you and tell you his honest opinion.

bodyguard!hotch who will never compromise his job, and i mean never. but you’re making it really hard not to.

bodyguard!hotch who is irrevocably head over heals in love with someone that he cant have.

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ssahotstuff · 1 year

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Day 8–Thigh Riding

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: reader is frustrated with Aaron being so busy, a bit of conflict that Aaron isn't even aware of, thigh riding, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2k

Aaron had been locked away in his office for the better part of the day. Normally you knew not to disturb him—he was a very busy man and you understood that he had a lot to take care of, but the weekend was quickly racing by and you'd barely seen him the night before, for a few minutes right before bed. This morning, he'd woken up before you so he could get started, and you hadn't seen him since.

You tried to keep busy cleaning the house and straightening things up a bit, but the house was nearly spotless by noon. You made a quick lunch and listened for any signs that he might be finishing up soon and took a shower, deciding you'd go to the grocery store while you waited. You wanted to knock and ask if he wanted anything but you didn't want to be a bother, so you left him alone.

You managed to kill some time at the grocery store; surely he'd be finished by the time you came back. You bought everything you'd need to cook his favorite dish for dinner and make brownies for dessert, because he couldn't resist freshly baked treats, no matter how much work he had to finish. By the time you arrived back at home, the house was still quiet, and his office door was still closed.

Tv got boring after a while; you hated being bored, and the one person who could cure it had forgotten you were even in the house he was so preoccupied. You knew he let the time get away from him; hours turned into an entire day spent working, and that would gradually become the entire weekend spent in his office if you didn't at least try to get his attention. He'd been on a case for the last 8 days, so you'd missed him terribly, but as soon as he came home, he went straight to work. You were well aware of his one track mind; if he was determined to finish, he wouldn't stop until he'd accomplished his goal.

You lounged around until time to cook dinner, and then you set to work. You started the brownies first since they would take the longest, and then started working on dinner, hoping the smell would pull him from his office because you hadn't seen him eat anything since he came home. When you finished, there was still no sign of him so you went knocking, hoping he'd come join you.

"It's open," he called as you lightly rapped at the door, turning the knob and stepping inside. He was hunched over his desk writing furiously, the sound of his pen scribbling against paper echoing throughout the quiet room like a drum.

"I made dinner," you told him when he didn't bother to look up; he only nodded, too focused on what he was doing to pay attention. You took a careful step forward before doing something you'd never usually do—you put the pen down and climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his body as you clung to him.

"Sweetheart, I really need to finish this," he said firmly, picking the pen back up so he could continue working, even with you hugging his body. He didn't try to move you, he let you stay put on his lap, he just worked around you.

"I miss you. Haven't seen you in days," you huffed, your head buried in the crook of his neck, lips pressed gently to his skin. His free hand rubbed your back, but you could hear him still working behind you. You were growing frustrated—you only wanted his attention, and you'd tried everything and still couldn't get it. It was maddening, but you kept trying regardless.

"I know, baby. I miss you too, but this can't wait. I've got to finish it before I go back," he explained, and because he never knew when that would be, he had to finish it as soon as possible. You knew his workload was hefty, but you'd never seen him like this; he was distant and you hated it. You missed feeling close to him, being able to touch him. Even now he felt so far away; he wouldn't even stop to look at you.

"Can I stay?"

He let out a heavy sigh, no doubt growing annoyed with you, but you didn't care. You only wanted to be around him, and he needed to understand that you were feeling detached from him and you were trying to fix it.

"You'll distract me, I don't think it's a good idea. I promise I'll be finished soon," he patted your back before helping you stand up so he could work freely, so you retreated to the kitchen to eat dinner alone. You didn't bother waiting, you knew he'd be busy most of the night. You put away leftovers and retreated to bed to sulk—you couldn't believe he'd kicked you out of his office after being away from you for so long already. Your feelings were hurt and you wanted to forget that the entire thing had happened.

You were nearly asleep when he finally went to the kitchen to eat. You heard him go down the hall and warm up his food but he never came to the bedroom, so you assumed he wasn't finished working. It wasn't until he came to the bedroom that you realized he must be done.

"You awake, baby?"

You sat up and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. He looked exhausted. His eyes were glassy and red, the lines on his face more defined than usual as he started to strip down to his boxers. He climbed into bed and you stayed quiet, not sure of what to say to him. You were still a bit upset that he thought you would keep him from working when you knew it was important that he finished. You didn't want to stop him, you just wanted to be around him while he did it is all.

"Why so quiet, sweetheart? Have I done something wrong?"

He didn't even know.

Aaron had a tendency to be oblivious; he could be kind of harsh without even realizing it, you couldn't hold it against him. You sighed deeply, even more unsure of the words you could say. You didn't want to fight with him, not when you were finally getting to see him after his physical and mental absence.

"No, I'm okay. Just missed you."

His face and posture softened significantly, the lines on his face disappearing as he relaxed some. He opened his arms so you could climb into his lap, so you moved to straddle him, just as you had hours prior, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

"I shouldn't have called you a distraction. That wasn't what I meant—I just really needed to finish but I wanted to see you, and if I let you stay, I wouldn't have gotten anything done," he explained, but instead of replying, you kissed his neck before snaking your arms around him, his chest warm and cozy as you got comfortable.

"S'okay, I understand. I wouldn't have kept you from working though," you assured him, but he chuckled in response, gripping your thighs with his massive hands.

"I was a goner as soon as you sat down in my lap. But I'm finished now, and the rest of my weekend belongs to you, no questions asked. I'm sorry it took me so long to finish," he apologized again, so you pulled back to face him so you could capture his lips with yours.

"Quit apologizing. You don't have to explain anything to me, baby."

He moved your hair out of the way so he could brush his lips against your neck lightly before he started his gentle assault on your skin, kissing and lightly biting you with his teeth, his hands moving to grip your ass, dragging you across his lap so you could feel him, rock hard underneath you. You whimpered, the friction making you clamp your thighs together as he did it again, dragging you across his length, lined up perfectly with your clothed center.

"I'd love to make you cum just like this, riding my lap," he marveled, letting you take over, your hips moving on their own, his own groans enough to make you keep going.

"Aaron, it feels so good, baby," his hand gripped your face so he could see you, his thumb brushing your cheek tenderly before brushing your bottom lip.

"Be a good girl and open your mouth," he cooed, and it took you half a second to comply, letting his thumb swirl around in your mouth before he brought his lips to yours once more, kissing you greedily, his free hand on the small of your back, helping you move. Your panties rubbed you in just the right way to have you close in no time, combined with his member against your bundle of nerves, your knees were already shaking.

"That's it, so good, sweetheart. You can let go, I'm right here. I've got you," he told you sweetly, encouraging you to find your release. You were furiously grinding your hips against him when you finally came, shuddering and whimpering his name.

"That's it, sweet girl. Want to ride me?"

You would never pass up the opportunity considering it came so seldom. He was usually always the one in control of your orgasms; he'd never given you the power, or let you be on top until now. He helped to get you undressed, pulling his boxers down so you could sit down on his cock, letting him fill you up perfectly before you even thought about moving.

"Fuck, Aaron," you hissed, still not used to how good it felt when he first entered you—you'd never get used to the stretch, the way he fit neatly inside of you. You slowly started to move your hips, bouncing up and down on his dick as he held you up, gripping his shoulders tight as he let you do the work.

"So good, sweetheart. Please don't stop," he begged, his eyes barely slivers as you slammed against him. You could get used to the confidence boost that it gave you, being in control, the way he looked as he gave himself away to you; he looked spent, his lips swollen from biting down on them, pink and puffy and begging to be kissed. Your tongue immediately found his, tangling together as you slowed things down a bit, finding a steady pace with your hips. His head slumped forward into your chest, a stifled moan falling from his lips. You were close, trying to wait on him so you could cum together. You knew he wouldn't last long—it had been a while since he'd touched you, and you were fine with that—it always made your ego a little bigger when he finished quick.

You couldn't hold back anymore, your orgasm came unexpectedly, and his came right after, your foreheads pressed together as you both tried to steady your breathing. Aaron kissed you, not a normal kiss, a possessive kiss, one that told you that you were his no matter what, and that he couldn't live without you, even if he tried. That kiss revealed a lot of things, but mostly how terrified he was of losing you because of his job. It wasn't often that his insecurities surfaced but you could feel it in full force now; he was always afraid that one day he'd come home and you'd be gone, tired of waiting on him to return.

"I love you," you told him before he had the chance to say it first. He laughed lightly before bringing you forward in a hug, his body swallowing yours up as he gripped you tight.

"I love you, sweet girl. More than anything."

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honeypiehotchner · 2 years

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Unconventional (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part twenty

Some more drama! The smut is coming back, don’t worry! (Next chapter ;))

Warnings: angst and fluff, but that’s all :))

You don’t stay mad at Aaron for long, as expected.

He calls you on your way to the library after your classes, and you welcome his company. You even take the long way around the block, giving the two of you an extra few minutes to talk.

“Five is kind of early for dinner, don’t you think?” you ask. “Are you sure?”

“We won’t be eating right at five,” he explains.

“I know that,” you reply with a laugh. Driving, seating, and then waiting for food puts dinner at six, but that’s still earlier than the two of you have ever had dinner. “But still.”

“You’ll see” is all he says, and you have no choice but to run with it.

“I’ll be in the library until then,” you tell him.

“I can pick you up from there,” he offers.

You smile. “That sounds perfect.”

“Then it’s set,” he says. “I’ll see you soon, little one.”

“See you,” you murmur, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

That phone call didn’t feel awkward at all, thankfully. It felt normal again, and that’s what you want. You want things to go back to normal, back to the way they were before Lawrence showed up and sent Aaron spiraling. Is that really too much to ask?

You grab a coffee and head straight to the back of the building, ready to get some serious writing done. You have three weeks until the draft is due because in just four weeks, you’ll be graduating.

Which reminds you, you should probably tell your parents about graduation. Your mom probably won’t come, but will still gripe if you don’t tell her about it so she can decline the invitation. Your dad is even more of a wild card. Maybe he’ll surprise you this time and attend.

Not likely. Regardless, you send an email to both of them, and then begin writing.

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As five p.m. creeps closer, Aaron sends a text and asks where you are sitting in the library.

In the back of the first floor, you reply. Why?

Aaron: On my way

You don’t know why he couldn’t have just said that. You always meet him out front, anyway.

You place your phone down and wait for his second text, letting you know he’s outside waiting. But it never comes.

Instead, you start to hear murmuring too loud for the library, especially the quiet section you’re in. You try to keep your head down and not search for the cause, because most of the time it’s just a rowdy group of freshmen. This time, though, it isn’t.

Finally, you lift your head, your curiosity getting the better of you. And there, walking toward you, is Aaron Hotchner.

Now all of the murmurs and turning heads make sense, and you give him a look, asking, was this really necessary?

He only smiles in return, stopping at your table, bending down to give you a kiss, right here in the library, with everyone watching.

Dumbfounded, you whisper through a smile, “What are you doing?”

“I’m picking you up for dinner,” he replies seriously. “Is that okay?”

You glance at his watch, raising your eyebrows. “You’re early.”

He looks down at the time, then laughs. “By five minutes. Would you like me to wait?”

“No, no,” you chuckle. “I’m teasing. Let me pack up.”

You put your laptop away and toss out your empty coffee cup. Aaron takes your bag and holds it for you, allowing you to hold his free hand. You wrap yourself around his arm, too, for good measure, and because the stares are a little bit frightening.

The two of you walk to the exit and you wave goodbye to Spencer, the only one with his nose in a book and not at all fazed by the man you’re with. Knowing Spencer, he probably doesn’t know who Aaron is — or just doesn’t care.

Once you’re outside, you see Aaron’s car waiting right on the curb. He opens your door for you and shuts it once you’re inside. He tosses your bag in the back seat before getting behind the steering wheel.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, leaning over to give you another kiss as he starts the engine.

“Hi yourself,” you reply, smiling because you can’t help yourself. You don’t know what has him in such a good mood, but you’re not going to ask. “What’s for dinner?”

“Well,” he says. “It’s a surprise.”

“Alright,” you buckle. “Surprise me, then.”

Aaron speeds off and you assume you’re going to some restaurant just in the city, until he turns into what looks like an abandoned parking garage.

“Uhm,” you try not to sound too alarmed as he turns corners, heading for the top. “What are we doing?”

“You’ll see,” he says, and he’s still grinning.

You wait (impatiently) until the car reaches the top, and there’s—

“A helicopter?” you blurt, your eyes wide. “Why is there a helicopter?”

Aaron stops the car and turns off the engine, unbuckling himself before unbuckling you. “Because,” he pauses, helping you move so the seatbelt can retract. “We’re going to fly to dinner.”

“What?”

He gets out of the car and comes around to your side, opening your door and offering his hand. You take it and step out, but the questions are still coming.

“How far are we going? And where are we going that we need a helicopter?”

He listens to each one as he walks you up to the helicopter. “We’re not going far, and we don’t necessarily need the helicopter. It’s just better than driving there, and I felt like flying.”

“Wait.” It hits you then that there isn’t a pilot standing around, or sitting in the helicopter. “You’re going to fly us?”

Aaron nods. “I am.”

He pulls open the door and helps you inside, then goes around to the other side and settles himself in the pilot’s seat. All the while, you’re staring at him with this mesmerized look in your eyes, and he can’t help himself. He kisses you right there, for a few moments, until whatever feeling he had calms down.

“Alright,” he says. “Put the headset on. It’ll protect your ears, and we’ll talk through it, too.”

Once it’s over your ears, Aaron starts the helicopter. You’ve never seen him this way, and you wonder where he learned this. Regardless of where he learned it, he’s hot right now.

Feeling the helicopter lift up is almost weirder than a plane taking off, but you love it. The thrill of it puts a grin on your face instantly.

Aaron takes you up and around the city, letting you see the buildings and marvel at everything. The windshield stretches down almost to your feet, letting you see everything, as if you aren’t even in the helicopter.

“It’s cool, huh?” his voice comes through your headset, and you know he’s smiling without even having to look at him.

“Cool?” you laugh. “It’s fucking awesome! I had no idea you could fly!”

He does another big circle, just so he can see you smile like this for a little while longer.

“We’ll take the long way home,” he says. “But for now, we have a dinner to get to.”

The dinner in question is on a rooftop, of course. Aaron lands the helicopter on a building next to the restaurant. You take an elevator down to street level to then walk across to the restaurant, where you then go back up to the roof.

“Not as glamorous when we have to do this,” he comments in the second elevator, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Aaron, don’t,” you chuckle. “It’s perfect.”

His only response is to kiss your knuckles.

Once you’re on the roof (that Aaron rented out for the evening, naturally), you’re seated at a candlelit table for two.

Wine and water are poured, and the server disappears back inside while your food is being prepared.

“To us,” Aaron says, holding up his glass.

“To us,” you smile, toasting him.

You taste the wine and realize it’s your favorite. If there’s one thing Aaron knows how to do, it’s make you feel worth it after you felt the complete opposite.

“So,” you pause, and he raises his eyebrows. “I know you’re speaking at my graduation ceremony, but…” You take another pause, wondering if this is a stupid question to ask. “I know you’ll already be there, but I was wondering if you’d be there for me. With me.”

“Of course,” he replies gently. “You didn’t even need to ask.”

“Okay, but I wanted to,” you say. “My mom said she’ll be on her honeymoon that weekend, and my dad hasn’t replied to my email, but he probably won’t come. So.”

“I’m sorry,” Aaron frowns. “Honeymoon? Are congratulations in order?”

“Absolutely not,” you scoff. “This is her fourth honeymoon in three years. She needs nothing except self control and reflection, which she won’t do.”

Aaron nods, sensing it’s a very touchy subject that needs no further pressing. “Well, I will gladly be your plus one, despite my attendance being required as well.” He grins. “I guess I should start writing my speech.”

“Um, maybe,” you laugh. “Might be a good idea.”

“Don’t worry, I have,” he replies. “Before our food arrives, I wanted to share something with you as well.”

Despite everything, the dinner, the helicopter, your favorite wine, his changed mood -- you still think the worst is coming.

“I know I haven’t been the most forthcoming person about my past, but,” Aaron pauses, “But I realize it’s not fair to keep you around and not let you in on what is happening, and what will continue happening the more that you’re seen with me.”

“I’m aware that people are going to look,” you say. “I don’t care. I’ve gotten used to it.”

“It’s more than that,” he says. “You remember the man you met Saturday night?”

You nod. “Greg.”

“Yes,” he says. “I guess, technically, we are rivals, but that doesn’t really explain things adequately.”

You remember what Megan told you and you nod. “You said you guys were on a case against each other.”

“Quite a few,” Aaron replies. “But the two that matter deal with one man, who is the reason I’m telling you all of this.”

You stay silent, waiting. He’s already saying more than you expected him to, but he keeps going.

“His name is George Foyet,” Aaron finally says. “He broke into my previous apartment, stabbed me, and dropped me off at a hospital as a John Doe.”

Tears spring to your eyes and you reach across the table for Aaron’s hand. Thankfully, he lets you take it, and he squeezes your fingers.

“Thankfully, one of the nurses recognized me, and called my office, who then alerted my family and Rossi.” Aaron takes a deep breath, his eyes glassy. “Lawrence is Foyet’s attorney, and has been for as long as I can remember. The first case was handed to me twenty years ago because no one else wanted it, because no one wanted to go up against Lawrence. I noticed a discrepancy in the evidence, and long story short, it sent Foyet to prison with a twenty-year sentence. He escaped after five years, and disappeared off the face of the earth. No one knew where he was, except maybe Lawrence, but he didn’t let on. Then, a year ago, Foyet showed up at my apartment.”

“But you said he’s in prison again—”

“He is,” Aaron assures you, taking your hand in both of his. “He has a life sentence — for now.”

“For now?”

“Lawrence is trying to appeal. He has been ever since Foyet went back to prison. The two of them together — they’re dangerous. Lawrence needs to be in prison with Foyet, but that won’t happen. And Foyet won’t stay in prison forever, despite his sentence. He escaped once, I’m sure he’ll do it again, but— Dave is keeping tabs on him. Foyet is still in prison.”

“Is Dave positive?”

Aaron nods. “He has connections from when he was in the FBI, so he’s more than certain, and he has instructed them to give him a call if anything changes. Foyet is currently in solitary; Dave got that update this morning.”

“Okay,” you breathe. “So what now?”

Aaron blinks, a little surprised. “Well, I wanted to tell you these things because if you want our arrangement to stop, I understand, and Dave can keep eyes on you to keep you protected in case—”

“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron stop,” you shake your head. “I’m not leaving.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. “Because if this is too much—”

“It’s not,” you interrupt him again. “It’s not. If it was, I never would have agreed to it in the first place.” You knew what you were getting into. With a name like his, you knew there would be enemies. You’re not naïve.

“But it’s different now,” he argues, almost like he wants you to leave.

“It’s really not,” you assure him. “I know your security team is the best of the best. Dave never lets anything slide past him. Neither do you. I feel safe with you, Aaron. That hasn’t changed.”

He has such a tortured look on his face that you can’t take it anymore. You walk around the table and sit in his lap, holding his head against your chest, running your fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. He takes in a shaky breath. You don’t know if he’s crying, but you don’t care. After talking about all of that, part of you wishes he would cry because he probably needs to.

But Aaron doesn’t want to ruin dinner, so he quickly composes himself, lifting his head to kiss you.

“Thank you,” he says, holding your face, his eyes still glassy.

“Thank you for opening up to me,” you whisper, resting your forehead against his. “I love you.”

The three words slip from your mouth and you freeze, as does Aaron, and you almost apologize, retract them, and return to your seat, but he holds you close.

“I love you,” he replies. “I love you,” he says again, kissing you gently.

What neither of you say, but you’re both thinking, is an addition to the three words.

I love you. I love you so much that I am terrified.

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A Woman Like Her 🧛‍♂️ 🖤

first chapter of vampire! aaron is up! pls bear with me with updates, gotta make it perfect for y'all!!

chapter one 💘

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loads of love!! can't wait for it to get seriously dark n smutty !!

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thewulf · 29 days

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Through the Years || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - Aaron Hotchner x reader, It will be like 2 moments in different years... like the first time little Jack is comfortable enough around reader to call her mom... and the other one teen Jack not taking her grounding while Aaron is away and screamimg at her something like "You are not my mom"... Read Rest Here

A/N: This was tough to write. But overall very sweet. We love a good teenage melton.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader, Jack Hotchner x Stepmom Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

TW: Yelling, intentional hurt, Jack being mean lol

Year Six: Jack’s Question

The gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the cozy living room as you and Jack sat together on the couch, surrounded by an array of colorful crafting supplies scattered across the coffee table. Glue sticks, markers, and construction paper formed a creative mess as the two of you worked on a project together, a rare moment of tranquility in the chaotic life of an FBI agent's family.

As you guided Jack through the steps of creating a handmade card for his grandmother's birthday, you couldn't help but notice the way he looked up at you with a mixture of admiration and affection. His small hands moved with determination, mirroring your own movements as you carefully cut out paper hearts and glued them onto the card letting him guide how he wanted the card to turn out.

"Y/N?" Jack's voice broke through the soft hum of conversation, tentative and uncertain. He shifted back and forth on the couch letting whatever was on his mind eat away at him for the time being.

As Jack's voice broke through the soft hum of the television on, you turned your attention back to him. He looked so nervous that you could only put the supplies down and focus solely on him. "Yeah, Jack?" you replied, your voice soft and encouraging.

Jack shifted nervously beside you, his brow furrowing as he wrestled with his words. You could see the uncertainty flickering in his eyes, the weight of his question heavy on his young shoulders.

"Can I... can I call you Mom?" His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with hesitation and longing.

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, your heart soaring with joy and disbelief. It was a moment you had dreamed of, hoped for, but never dared to expect. Not so soon anyway. You and Aaron had been seeing each other for just over a year. And yet, here it was, unfolding before you in the most unexpected of moments.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gazed at Jack, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion welling up inside you. You wanted to gather him into your arms, to hold him close and never let him go, to shower him with all the love and affection he deserved. But you also knew that this moment was about him, about his courage in voicing his feelings, his desire to forge a deeper connection with you. And so, you swallowed past the lump in your throat, your smile widening with genuine warmth and love.

"Of course, you can, sweetheart," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "I would be honored."

As the words left your lips, a weight seemed to lift from Jack's shoulders, his face breaking into a radiant smile that mirrored your own. In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of your crafting adventure, you felt a profound connection form between you, one that transcended blood ties and was forged by love and mutual respect.

Jack let out a sigh of relief, his smile widening as he leaned into your embrace. "Good, Daddy said I could," he explained, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and validation.

Your heart swelled with warmth at his words, grateful for Aaron's support and understanding. It meant the world to you that he had encouraged Jack to express his feelings, to embrace the bond that had grown between you. "Your daddy is a smart man," you replied, your voice tinged with affection as you ruffled Jack's hair affectionately. "And he's right. You can call me mom whenever you want. You can also call me Y/N. Whatever you want kiddo."

Jack beamed up at you, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he settled back into his seat, a sense of contentment settling over him like a comforting blanket. In that moment, it felt as though the world had shifted, the connection between you and Jack deepening with each passing second. And as you returned to your crafting project, your hearts overflowing with love and gratitude, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

Year Fifteen: Teenage Turmoil

The soft glow of the lamp illuminated Aaron Hotchner's cluttered desk as he typed away on his laptop, the faint clicking of keys the only sound in the otherwise quiet house. It was Friday night, the end of a long week, but for Aaron, the work was far from over. His eyes flickered to the clock, noting the late hour. Jack should have been home by now, safely tucked into bed. Anxiety gnawed at him as he tried Jack's number once more, only to be met with the unwelcome sound of voicemail. He would give it until 12:30 then he was going to be calling Penelope to locate his young son. He didn’t want to be overbearing but he couldn’t help it. Not with what he’s seen, what he’s had to deal with.

In the living room, you paced back and forth, your heart pounding with worry. Each passing minute felt like an eternity. With every unanswered call, your concern grew tenfold. The clock on the wall mocked you, its hands moving relentlessly towards midnight. You too knew how dangerous it was out there. But you couldn’t lock the kid in. He’d resent the both of you for the rest of his days if you did that.

Finally, the creak of the front door announced Jack's return. Relief flooded through you, quickly replaced by a surge of frustration as you caught sight of his nonchalant expression. "Jack, do you have any idea what time it is?" you exclaimed, unable to keep the edge from your voice.

Jack's eyes flickered to you, irritation flashing in their depths before he masked it with a careless shrug. "Relax, I lost track of time," he retorted, tossing his jacket aside without any regard for how stressed both you and his father were.

Your temper flared. "You were supposed to be home over an hour ago! Do you have any idea how worried we were?" As Aaron remained in his office, you and Jack were left to confront each other alone, the tension between you palpable.

He shrugged again before attempting to make a break for his room.

"Jack, please," you implored, your voice trembling with concern. "We need to talk about what happened tonight. It's not just about breaking curfew; it's about communication and respect."

Jack's eyes narrowed, his arms crossing defensively over his chest. "I don't need a lecture, Y/N. I'm not a kid anymore."

Your heart sank at his dismissive tone, but you refused to back down. "I know you're growing up, but that doesn't mean you can disregard the rules we've set. They're there for a reason, Jack. We worry about you when you're out late, especially when we can't reach you."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You worry too much. I can take care of myself."

Your frustration bubbled to the surface. Your voice tinged with emotion. "It's not just about taking care of yourself, Jack. There are awful people out there and…”

Jack's demeanor shifted, his expression hardening with defiance. "You're not my mom, Y/N. You don't get to tell me what to do."

His words cut deep, a pang of hurt flashing across your features. "I know I'm not your biological mother, but I love you like you're my own," you admitted, your voice wavering with emotion certainly not expecting the conversation to take such a turn so quickly.

Jack's jaw clenched, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "Yeah, right. You're just trying to control me like everyone else. Well, news flash, it's not gonna work."

Your heart shattered at his harsh words, the weight of his rejection crushing you. "I'm not trying to control you, Jack. I just want what's best for you," you pleaded, tears welling in your eyes despite your best efforts to push them away.

But Jack's frustration boiled over, his voice rising with each word. "Stop pretending like you know what's best for me! You're not my freaking mom! You can't tell me what to do!"

As Jack's explosive words hung in the air, a heavy silence descended upon the room, filling the space with tension and uncertainty. Your heart felt as though it had been squeezed tight in your chest, the sting of Jack's rejection still raw.

A gasp came from your mouth as you tried to form any sort of coherent sentence. "Oh, I'm... I..." you began, your voice faltering as you struggled to find the right words. But your mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and you found yourself at a loss.

Jack's eyes widened, a flicker of realization crossing his features as he took in the impact of his own words. For a moment, he seemed unsure, caught between his anger and the weight of what he had just said. And then, as if sensing the weight of the moment, Aaron appeared in the doorway. His expression a mix of concern and disappointment. His presence seemed to ground the room, his steady gaze sweeping over you and Jack.

"What's going on here?" Aaron's voice was calm but firm, his eyes never leaving yours. He saw the watery tears that threatened to spill over at any second. He heard the tail end of the conversation and knew exactly why you were so devastated. You saw Jack as your own child and for him to say something so deeply hurtful left you reeling.

You struggled to compose yourself, the turmoil of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. "Jack... he... I don’t… I need to go," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. Without waiting for a response, you turned and fled towards the kitchen, unable to even look at your stepson or Aaron in that moment. You felt utterly embarrassed. Like you hadn’t been loving that child for the last ten years of his life. Did he really feel like that or was he just lashing out?

In the living room, Aaron's expression darkened, his jaw clenched with restrained anger as he watched you leave. The weight of Jack's hurtful words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their father-son relationship.

Jack shifted uncomfortably; his eyes fixed on the ground as guilt gnawed at him. "Dad, I didn't mean..."

But Aaron's patience had worn thin with his moody son. "Not now, Jack," he interrupted, his tone stern. "Right now, I need you to think about what you said and why it was completely unacceptable."

Jack swallowed hard, the gravity of his actions sinking in as he met his father's unwavering gaze. "I know, Dad. I messed up," he admitted, his voice tinged with remorse.

Aaron's frustration boiled over, his voice taking on the commanding tone he used when interrogating suspects. "You think you can just say whatever you want and there won't be consequences? You hurt her, Jack. You hurt someone who cares about you deeply, and I won't stand for it."

Jack's eyes widened, the full weight of his actions crashing down on him as he met his father's intense gaze. "I-I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to..."

But Aaron cut him off with a sharp gesture. "Apologies won't cut it this time, Jack. You need to understand the gravity of your words and the impact they have on people." As Aaron continued to reprimand his son, he couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him. He knew he had to find you, to make sure you were alright. With a final stern look at Jack, he turned on his heel and headed towards the kitchen, his footsteps heavy with concern.

As he entered the kitchen, his heart sank at the sight before him. There you were, hunched over on the floor, your shoulders shaking with sobs. Without hesitation, Aaron crossed the room and knelt beside you, gathering you into his arms.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm against the storm raging within you. "You're alright, I've got you." Aaron felt a pang of anguish as he held you, his heart breaking at the depth of your pain. Gently, he lifted your chin, guiding your tear-filled eyes to meet his own.

"Honey," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "Listen to me. You may not be Jack's biological mother, but you are his mom in every sense of the word."

You shook your head weakly, unable to comprehend his words through the haze of your despair. "But I-I..."

"No buts," Aaron interrupted, his tone firm but gentle. "Every day, in every action, every moment of love and care you've shown him, you've proven yourself to be his mother. You've been there for him, supported him, loved him unconditionally. That's what a mom does. That’s what you are, sweetheart.”

Tears welled in your eyes as his words washed over you, a glimmer of hope piercing through the darkness of your despair. "But Jack said..."

Aaron's expression softened, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. "Jack was angry and confused. He didn't mean what he said. And even if he did, it doesn't change the truth. You are his mother, my love, in every way that matters."

As his words sank in, a sense of warmth enveloped you, the weight of your anguish easing with each beat of your heart. In Aaron's arms, you found solace, reassurance, and a renewed sense of purpose. You leaned against Aaron's chest, letting the last of your tears fall, a sense of peace washed over you. His comforting presence wrapped you up in his warm embrace, grounding you in the certainty that together you’d be just fine. “Thank you.” You whispered as he held you in his embrace.

Aaron held you close, his hold on you a silent promise of unwavering support and love. "Anytime, honey," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of chaos. "We'll get through this together."

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed in the kitchen, and you looked up to see Jack standing in the doorway, tears glistening in his eyes. His expression was wrought with guilt and remorse as he hesitated, unsure of how to approach you.

"Y/N," he began, his voice choked with emotion. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I just wanted to hurt you, but I didn't mean it. I didn’t mean it at all, I promise. I need you! You are my mom! Please don't leave me." His words came out quickly as he wiped away his own tears.

Your heart shattered at Jack's raw confession, the depth of his pain washing over you like a tidal wave. Without hesitation, you opened your arms, inviting him into the embrace. Aaron backed off letting the situation between the two most important people in his life play out.

Jack rushed over and threw his larger frame right into your arms You wrapped him up tightly as he let his own cries out. The weight of his own words crashing down on him in the instant he saw how much he had hurt you. He was just a kid, of course you could forgive him. "It's okay, Jack," you whispered, your voice breaking with emotion. "I know you didn't mean it. I love you so much. I'm not going anywhere."

“I can’t lose you too.” He let out a whimpered cry breaking your heart even further.

Tears streamed down your own cheeks as you held Jack close, the weight of his words settling over you. "You’ll never lose me, Jackie," you reassured him, using his old nickname, a sign of the deep love you two shared for each other. "I'm here for you, always. Always and forever kiddo."

Jack's sobs began to subside as he clung to you, finding exactly what he needed in your embrace. "I love you. I’m so sorry." he whispered again. His voice filled with sincerity.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you gently pulled away to look into his eyes. "I love you too, Jack. It’s okay. I forgive you." You said again, reassuring him.

He nodded, relief flooding his features as he buried his face in your arms once more, the weight of guilt slowly lifting from his shoulders. "You are one of the best things that's ever happened to me," you continued, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "Other than your father," you added with a playful grin, feeling Jack's chuckle rumble against your side. He gave you one more squeeze before pulling away. The remorse still heavy on his face. Carefully, you brushed the stray tears away from his face showing him the love that the both of you needed.

As Aaron joined you both in the kitchen, his presence a reassuring anchor, you shared a smile, knowing that no matter what life threw your way, you would be okay. For truly these two were the best things that had ever happened to you.

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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Reader who makes Aaron blush!!!!! Maybe the bau are out together after a case has wrapped up, and the reader says sm cute to him and he starts blushing and everyone starts teasing them <3

There's a woman that nearly walks into a table while passing your own in the bar, and you can't really blame her. Your team is a gorgeous bunch, but you suspect the woman's eyes had been singling out the tall, dark, and handsome figure of your boss.

Her friends helps yank her out of the way before she can topple the table, and she seems too embarrassed at her near-spill to come over, if that had been her intention in the first place. You're glad, because even if you can't blame her for finding Aaron handsome, you can be jealous.

"Poor thing," Emily tuts, "Derek, button your shirt up a bit, you're causing traffic jams."

Morgan grins at her observation, but you down the last of your drink for the courage you need to speak.

You attempt it casually: "I dunno. Seemed like she was eyeing up Mr. Smokeshow over here," You nod towards Aaron, then glance around at everyone's glasses, "Anyone need a refill?"

"Me, please." JJ recovers quickly from her barely-masked delight, having clocked your not-so-subtle crush on Hotch from the beginning. She slides her glass over to you and you catch it before it can hit the ground, looking back up at everyone else.

"Mine, JJ's, anyone else?"

"We're good." Reid decides, his smile tight-lipped, "Thanks, L/N."

You take your leave with a nod and a grin, hoping they don't notice the slight tremor in your hands as you turn away with the glasses. They barely wait until you're out of earshot to round on Hotch, and he's glad he hadn't given you his drink so that he can bury his burning cheeks in it.

"Mr. Smokeshow," Derek kicks him beneath the table with a shit-eating grin, "Hey, bet no one's ever called you that before."

"Derek-"

"Maybe you can have it engraved on a plaque for your desk," Rossi goads, "You can just throw out the one you've got, your name doesn't matter anymore."

"Dave. She was kidding." Aaron scolds, and JJ thumps her fist on the table.

"She was not kidding! Oh, my god, you are absolutely impossible! She likes you," JJ levels him with a knowing stare, "What is it going to take for you to believe it, her dropping to her knees?"

"Well what if she's just tying his shoe?" Emily frowns in mock worry, "You have to be careful about that sort of thing."

"I do have to be careful," Hotch insists, keeping a wary eye on you to be sure you're still occupied and out of earshot, "Expressing interest in a member of my team would be disastrous if they didn't feel the same."

"Yeah, but she does feel the same," Reid gives Aaron a pitying glance, "I'm not exactly the BAU's matchmaking expert, but I know that."

"She's coming back," Penelope elbows Reid, and the man winces as her arm hits his slender side, "Everyone shut up!"

"Here," You slide JJ her drink back, taking your seat beside Derek and across from Hotch, "What did I miss?"

"Oh, the usual," Emily shrugs, but there's delight dancing in her eyes, "Just talking about blowjobs."

Your eyes shoot wide in surprise but you stifle a laugh into the rim of your glass, "Oh, yeah. That's what I thought. Who are we blowing?"

"No one." Aaron clears his throat, nearly choking on the last of his drink that he downs, "I changed my mind, I'll go for a refill."

He seems much more calm and collected as he beelines for the bar than you had, but you try not to stare too long at his departure lest someone catches on. Apparently, though, they already have; you turn back to the table and six pairs of eyes are on you, all accompanied by identical grins.

You don't let them get a single word out as you raise your glass to your lips, "Shut up."

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Midnight

Summary: You definitely should not be in your married boss's office, but you're not unhappy about it based on: Hotch and the reader fucking in his office late at night after a case. (Both of their marriages are failing) Yet that doesn’t excuse the fact that hes railing you over his desk any papers that where on the desk is now on the floor and subtle creeking can be heard down the hall in the empty BAU floor

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warning: mutual cheating, SMUT 18+ (rough-ish p-in-v)

This is not where you should be.

On a Thursday night at 11:30, after coming back from a five-day-long case where you only slept a few hours a night with all your reports done, you should be at home.

There's only one reason why you're still at the BAU, and that reason just walked into his office.

"Does he know you're here?" Aaron asks, barely looking at you as he throws his briefcase on his desk chair. He locks the door, so he definitely knows why you're there.

"Are we going to do that, Aaron?" You ask nonchalantly, uncrossing your legs.

It doesn't bother you any more to discuss the reality of your relationship. Aaron, however, doesn't share the same sentiment. Talking about Haley upsets him, and mentions of your husband are hostile or intended to hurt you.

He has complicated feelings about it. He knows his wife cheats on him every chance she gets- emotionally and physically- yet he still feels bad for going behind her back, even though it's only physical stress relief. Although maybe there is an emotional connection... as bad as it sounds, you elect not to inquire about his feelings every single time.

"No." He decides, running his hand through his hair. He'll bring it up again, though, you know it. You've been doing this for too long not to be able to read him like a book.

"Good." You smile, preferring when he's not argumentative since he was a prosecutor. "Because I wanted to tell you that your shirt looks nice."

He scoffs, looking down at his attire. "It's a dark blue shirt." He says dumbly.

"I know, but it makes your eyes look pretty." You explain to him.

"But my eyes are brown." He says in the same confused tone.

It's no secret that he's terrible at taking compliments- you're guessing it's not a common occurrence- so you give him them just for his amusing reaction... and because it probably makes him feel good. "I know that, too. I just think blue suits you."

He dips his head, but you can still see his smile. "Thanks."

"Ready then?" You ask, standing up and stepping out from behind the desk.

"Don't do that." He requests softly. You know what he means, but you frown, feigning innocence. "Act like this is just... sex."

God, sometimes he is so emotional. "Take your pants off." You instruct.

Thankfully, his chattiness has calmed down, and he follows your instructions, putting his gun in his gun safe and undoing his belt while you pull your top off.

You're getting started on your skirt when he stops you, placing his hands on your hips. "Wait, wait."

"For what?" You ask, letting him maneuver you.

"You just look hot in pencil skirts." He admits with a smirk as he checks you out, and there's no bigger confidence booster than that.

You grin, noticing an obvious sign of his arousal. "Unfortunately, too tight for you to fuck me in."

"It's too tight for that, but it is not too tight in general." He assures you with a wink.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. You feel much worse when his lips taste like strawberry lip balm, but they don't today. They feel soft, molding with yours so perfectly you can't imagine kissing anyone else. Those glorious big palms of his travel to your ass, expectedly, and he squeezes until you're moaning into his mouth.

His pupils are darker when you pull back to get some air. "Fuck me, Aaron." You say, your legs too weak for him already for it to be a demand but feeling too intense for it to be a request.

"How do you want it, doll?" He asks. "On my lap, sitting on my desk, or bent over my desk?"

"The latter." You respond, overclouded with lust.

That cocky look takes over his face again. "Want it rough, huh?" He asks smugly, not waiting for verbal confirmation before tightening his grip on your hips, spinning you around, and all but throwing you onto the desk. You prop yourself up with your hands, pushing some of the paperwork on his desk aside.

You press your ass back into his crouch when you feel him behind you, and he groans before stopping you so he can yank your skirt down your legs. Your panties are off a second later, which you've learned not to step out of, knowing he'll snatch them.

Then his hands are off you, and you feel a little empty without them, so you take your bra off and look over your shoulder at what he's doing.

He's so attractive. Even without his shirt taken off, you can see his bulging muscles, and his hand wrapped around his dick makes it look delicious.

"Aaron, hurry up." You insist impatiently.

"Do you have somewhere else you need to be?" He asks arrogantly. "I told you you're not allowed to think about anyone-" He punctuates the word by running his finger through your folds- "else while we're doing this."

His touch melts you in a second. "I'm not. I promise."

"I'll make damn sure of that, doll." He vows, and you're not prepared for it, but he lines himself up and pushes his dick into you.

"Aaron." You whimper, tucking your chin down. "Feels so good."

He nods in agreement. "Mm-hmm." He agrees, stilling inside you.

It feels wrong to have him inside you raw. It's probably the only thing about this whole thing that feels wrong, but knowing you're meant to be squeezing your husband's dick like this, and his wife is meant to have him inside her without a barrier, makes it immoral.

"Move, please." You request, leaning back to tap him to emphasize your ask.

Aaron does what you ask, also not in the mood to tease tonight. It's less common than him teasing you, and it's hard not to prefer it when he's thrusting in and out of you with speed and strength.

Your fits grip on his desk as he continues pounding into you, the obscene sound of your skin slapping against his filling the room.

He's in total control, like always. It's second nature to him and you don't mind one bit.

"Fuck." You curse when he adjusts his hips and hits inside you at the perfect angle. It's dizzying, and it makes everything inside you feel like it's on fire.

"Yeah? Am I giving you what you want?" He presses, a sucker for praise as well. Your answer comes out through broken moans. "Not thinking about anyone else?"

You shake your head quickly. "No. No one but you."

His grip on your hips is bruising, and you're thankful there's no one to notice them. "Good." He huffs, no doubt throwing his head back as he groans.

"I'm c-close." You moan, squeezing around him and grinding back against him as you chase your orgasm.

"I know." He assures you. "Come around me, doll." His fingers move to your clit to get you closer even quicker, and it doesn't take more than a few more strokes for you to be screaming out his name as you reach your high.

Aaron's quickly after you, pumping his cum deep inside you and making you moan. He falls forward, kissing your bare shoulder sweetly. A mistake? Yes. Do you like it? Yes.

He pulls out after a moment, making you wince at the overstimulation. "I know, I'm sorry."

You shake your head, assuring him it's okay and standing up as he moves from behind you. You're always quick to redress, even though it's so late that it's closer to people arriving in the morning than when people left at night.

"Sorry about your desk." You remark, looking at the paperwork everywhere.

He's working on the buckle of his belt as he looks up at you. "It's okay."

"So what excuse are you giving your wife for not being home?" You ask, probably pushing the boundaries but why not?

"What's hers?" He asks rhetorically, dancing around a vital piece of information. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for an explanation. "She left."

"With Jack?" You interrogate. It's not meant to sound so captious, but it comes off that way. You're not one for chatting after having sex with him, but you have to this time.

His jaw clenches, and his nostrils flare. He hates discussing Jack with you. In fact, you're the only person on the team he refuses to speak about his son with.

"Yes." He answers.

"I'm so-"

He cuts you off. "Don't." He says firmly, back in a Unit Chief tone. "It's not your business."

You chuckle lightly, feeling really stupid because the one time you offer a discussion about feelings, everything goes terribly. He says it unconsciously himself every time he calls you doll, that you’re only a toy to use and someone to talk to on his terms.

Alright." You grab the coat that you left on the chair. "Goodnight, Hotch."

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reidreaders · 3 months

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Your Insta If You Were Dating Spencer Reid Pt. 8

Warnings: throwing up, a lil sexual

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y/n out n about

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drreid I had the best day with you!

-> y/n 😘😘

davidrossi Have fun kids!

babygirlpg love ur outfit Spencer!

-> drreid Thanks, Garcia!

emprentiss lowkey weird seeing him wear something that's not a suit

-> chocthunder ikr I didn't know he had other clothes

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y/n 🚨ROSSI SIGHTING🚨

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davidrossi It was nice running into you!

-> y/n it was so good to see you!

chocthunder I have a rossi sighting every day of my life

-> emprentiss real

-> drreid real

-> chocthunder real??

-> drreid @/y/n taught me

babygirlpg they're so bff

-> y/n ikr

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y/n squealing cause look what I came home to

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drreid I'm glad you were excited! I love you ❤️

-> y/n I LOVE YOU STOP

davidrossi Nice job, Spencer! I can see you're putting those cooking lessons to good use.

ssahotchner Looks good!

babygirlpg im squealing for you this is so sweet!

-> y/n I KNOW

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y/n I love u @/drreid

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drreid I love you, too!

jenniferj this is so cute!!

babygirlpg I love u guys so much im going to throw up

-> chocthunder im going to throw up for other reasons

-> emprentiss im going to throw up bc they're making me feel so single

-> babygirlpg oh so true

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y/n hes so FINE I can't

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emprentiss not y/n being horny on main

-> jenniferj im not even surprised at this point

-> babygirlpg me neither but I wholeheartedly support it

-> y/n thanks penny 😘

ssahotchner I feel like I'm not supposed to be seeing this.

-> drreid Yeah, I wish you hadn't.

-> y/n sorry spence ❤️

idk why some of these pics keep uploading funny so sorry ab that but if anyone knows how to fix it lmk anywaysssss hope y'all enjoyed ily

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piqtescue · 6 months

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only handcuffed hotch is allowed in my brain waves rn👀

[Night Visitors, 1996]

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strawbeerossi · 9 months

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I Can See You

18+ Content. Minors DNI

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Aaron Hotchner

Description: When a new agent joins the team, she's beloved by everybody and Aaron admires her dedication. He admires it so much that he fantasizes about her in every possible scenario to the point where he has to distance himself. One day, she confronts him.

Content Warnings: Power imbalance with leader/team member , reader is flirty with Hotch and loves seeing him flustered, he gets tired of her running her mouth, exhibitionism kink (kinda?), spanking, reader is gagged with a necktie, praise, degradation, fingering, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2.6K

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This has been rewritten twenty times. I had to post this before I deleted it all over again. So, I'm sorry in advance if it isn't like my usual writing.

Aaron Hotchner was the stoic, fearless leader of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. He took pride in his strength and dedication to his career, even if most people didn’t understand how he could pull countless hours in a career field that took a physical and mental toll.

His life revolved around his job, his son being his other top priority, even though he really couldn’t very well balance things the way he intended. His loyalty to his career took a good amount from him as well. It could drain his sanity and a divorce came out of it.

He was tough, keeping his composure through some of the worst things imaginable when most others would crumble under all the pressures of a demanding career as well as a failed marriage. However, it numbed him from the horrors, making him tense all the time.

That is, until Y/N showed up at the BAU for an interview to take over an available position. She was the top of her class at the academy. She was physically, academically, as well as mentally strong enough to handle the job and she had a backlog of receipts to prove it.

Her life was spent with training, her father being a general in the United States Marine Corps, wanting his daughter to follow in his footsteps.

Imagine his shock when she used every piece of knowledge she had in order to get into the FBI.

It was a smart career choice for her. She could handle herself in the toughest of situations, being trained how to get through the most intense of scenarios. She also liked putting in her thoughts and ideas to a group who openly accepted them, nothing being shut out because she was the youngest of the team.

She was an asset.

Aaron had told her plenty of times how lucky they were to have her, how she was a tremendous addition to an already powerful group of profilers. She had a lot to learn but she was pretty well off.

Y/N loved her career and her team. However, Aaron Hotchner piqued her interest. He was well known as the leader of the BAU who has had a rich career and he had many written articles and other pieces of information that retold the stories of the most intense cases he ever had to get into.

It didn’t help that the man was sex on legs.

He was attractive, the smallest things he did captured her attention in such a way that there were vivid fantasies and daydreams of things they could do. She liked to think that she could show him things he hadn’t seen in years, if ever..

So, that was when she was planting subtle seeds. There were lingering touches and flirting that would make Derek Morgan blush. It was innocent enough, the casual flirtatious remark that would have the unit chief flustered, cheeks a shade of dusty pink.

The idea of being with a member of his team seemed wrong. Not only was it a ton of paperwork but it was also an H.R. nightmare.

It couldn’t stop him from fantasizing though. All the ideas he had about bending her over his desk, his tie forced into her mouth in order to muffle the cries and moans that would spill from her lips.

This was dangerous territory to tread. Yet he liked the game, the risk of it all. The problem was that he couldn’t very well just come on to her, the biggest risk factor being the word spreading across the office. That was the last thing either of them needed.

These vivid fantasies forced him into hiding, his office being the place he’d be able to be alone in. The same office where he’d glazed his knuckles with cum just thinking about the sheer idea of having Y/N under the desk, her lips enveloping his cock like she was made for it.

It was one of those days where he had to hide away, the quiet nature of the office being contributed to paperwork being caught up on and files being put away. Aaron was doing his best, gazing at an open file while he was tapping the back of the pen against the desk.

His mind was quite adventurous today, his cock hard and luckily concealed by the desk he was positioned at. All Y/N did was sip her coffee from a straw, her lipstick staining the metal straw from the tumbler as she was enthralled in her own paperwork.

Somehow, that was enough to have him trembling in his office chair.

It was pathetic, like he was reliving the times of being a horny teenager who got turned on by damn near everything in sight.

However, it wasn’t long until he heard a knock against the door, gaze tilted upwards. That was when his worst fear entered the room. Y/N. The one who had him hard as a rock at his desk, the one who had been giving him hell for the months she’d been working there.

“Y/L/N. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to drop off a file for your review.” Her words were soft as she held it up. “Also, can I talk to you?”

Fuck.

“Of course. Shut the door.”

The minute the door was shut, that was when that suffocating sexual tension was filling the room, so bad that he was sure he wouldn’t be able to breathe until she left. “What’s the problem?”

“Are you mad at me? Because you haven’t spoken to me. You actively ignore me.” Her boldness was something he expected, the woman not being one to lightly word anything.

“Of course I’m not mad at you. I don’t see why you’d think I’ve been avoiding you.”

“You run straight to your office! Don’t bullshit me, Hotchner. What did I do?”

“Nothing! You’ve done nothing.”

She didn’t believe him, eyes narrowing as she leaned back in the chair behind her. She was sure why he ignored her. Or maybe it was just a delusion she had where he actively wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

“I see the way you look at me, Aaron.”

“Excuse me?”

“You think I can’t tell? You think I didn’t notice the way you make it a point to brush against me? The way that you wait for me before you even attempt to walk down the hall?”

Fuck. She was a better profiler than he gave her credit for.

“I don’t know-”

“You think I also didn’t notice the way that you looked at me when I was sipping my coffee? The way that you just had to run into your office before anything could be noticed? Aaron, you’re a profiler. You should do better at hiding your reactions.”

The words had him flabbergasted, mouth open in disbelief from the indication that he’d be turned on by something as small as her sipping a straw. Too bad she hit the nail right on the goddamn head.

“This isn’t appropriate. I advise you to leave my office.”

“Walk me out. Or are you too afraid to show me how right I am?”

The silence after that was loud. It was like Aaron had to collect himself.

“That’s what I thought.” Y/N taunted, making the male finally stand up from his desk. That was what caused her to shut her mouth entirely, looking at her boss wide-eyed as if she’d just gotten in trouble.

“What? You’re not gonna talk anymore? I think you’re getting too smug with this.” He spoke, voice low as the tone of authority took over. He walked to the office door to lock it, lowering the blinds soon after to avoid the whole office looking inside.

“Nothing to say?” He asked, arms tucked over his chest as Y/N was slowly looking away. “W-well..”

“Pathetic. I knew you were all bark and no bite. It’s a shame.” He tsked, head shaking with disapproval. “Now get up.”

Y/N was slow as she was standing up, her face flushing as she could feel arousal soaking into her panties at his authoritative tone, his eyes dark as he watched her body rise from the chair before her arms were behind her back.

“You’ve been pushing my buttons ever since you started with the flirting bullshit.” His veiny hands were moving to remove the tie from his neck, eyes watching her figure as she seemed frozen; a deer in headlights.

“I think it’s time to give a cocky little brat what she wants. Open your mouth.”

With an eyebrow raising, Y/N slowly let her mouth fall open. The moment she felt the tie being stuffed in her mouth, she barely had time to process what was happening before she was being bent over the desk.

There was a mess of files and other items that she’d landed on, head tilting to the side as she let her eyes stay on Aaron.

He looked at her with hunger, like a predator stalking its prey and ready to pounce at any given point. The normally beautiful honey colored irises were clouded over with deep lust, his hands running down her hips while he was situated behind her.

“You need to be taught to respect your unit chief. I’m not gonna tolerate your behavior any longer after this.”

The woman was keeping her eyes on Aaron, body making an effort to push back against his for any ounce of friction. “Ah! No ma’am.” The man began, hand roughly coming down to give her clothed ass a rough slap.

The sting had her moaning around the tie in her mouth, tears brimming her eyes from the pleasurable pain, body jerking when three more hits were coming down. “You’re not getting what you want. You are too entitled and I’m sick of it.”

His hands were moving to grip her hips, thumbs running over the skin under her shirt just to feel the warmth of her soft skin. “Let me know if you want me to stop at any point.” He spoke, tone hard yet his demeanor softened.

Last thing he was going to do was do anything that she was uncomfortable with.

When there was an indication that she wanted him to keep up with his motions, his hands were moving to bunch up the skirt around her hips. Aaron’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Look at how wet you are.. I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” His hand was running up the back of Y/N’s thigh, continuing onward until the palm of his hand was flush against her clothed cunt, the warmth radiating against his hand as he was adding pressure, chuckling at the muffled whine.

“So desperate. Gonna fuck you with my fingers, think you can handle that?” He asked, finger slowly moving to push her wet panties to the side, thumb making its way to her clit, eliciting another muffled moan. As his hand was pulling back, he let his middle finger slowly run through her folds, the arousal generously coating his finger before he was slowly pushing it into her tight heat.

He could’ve came in his pants right there, mouth open slightly as he was greeted with warm, velvety walls that were tightening around the digit from just how desperate the woman was. “Keep still.” He warned, watching the hips try and rock against his hand.

“You were talking so much shit earlier. Now look at how desperate you are,”

The words caused Y/N’s body to shudder with anticipation of getting more than one finger, playing his game and cooperating.

“There we go. See what happens when you listen and you’re not combative and smug? I just might like you better with my tie in your mouth.” He snickered, a second finger slowly sliding into her dripping cunt as he worked on scissoring her open. “Fuck, you’re such a pretty little thing.” He praised, unholy sounds of squelching filling the room from her wetness.

As his fingers curled upwards, he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips as soon as she was gasping around his tie, his fingertips pushing the spongy spot inside of her that had her eyes fluttering shut, drool from the corners of her mouth due to the tie starting to run down her jaw.

Thankfully, Aaron had an extra so this wouldn’t be suspicious when the other profilers were surrounded by Y/N after the deed here was done. If anything, this appeared to be a typical conversation between one of the team members and their leader.

When her walls were spasming around his fingers, he took the opportunity to slip both fingers out of her cunt while chuckling at her whine in response to that. “Such a needy little slut. Don’t worry.. I’m gonna take care of you. Just gotta keep quiet.”

The words made Y/N’s pussy clench around nothing, a muffled moan filling the office as the sound of his belt being undone chased behind it. After tossing the belt to the side, he pushed his pants down along with his boxers.

“Shh, I know.” He whispered as if it were a secret between them when he could hear her whines of impatience, his hand wrapping around his hard cock, hand giving it a few lazy tugs to prepare himself. He let his thick tip tease her folds, spreading her slick around as if the two needed lube. “Alright. Ready?”

With one hand on her hip, he was slowly pushing his cock into her tight cunt, groaning lowly as he watched her pussy envelope his shaft, swallowing him to the hilt while her hands were holding onto the desk tightly.

He waited a solid minute for her to adjust, his hand rubbing her lower back in an effort to soothe her, wanting to have her as comfortable as possible.

When she was giving him the sign she was ready, he was rolling his hips slowly, the man letting out a soft breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. Bringing both hands to grip her hips, it wasn’t long until he was doing deeper, faster strokes.

“Fuck, bite my tie harder, darling. You’re being too loud.” He murmured, hips continuing to slam into hers as a thin layer of sweat was collecting on his forehead. With the desk rocking at a rhythm with Aaron’s thrusts, it was no surprise when some papers or files were falling to the ground around the desk.

He wasn’t gonna worry about that now.

Currently, he was too focused on the rough snap of his hips against Y/N’s, the sound of skin crashing against one another as well as their combined noises filling the office, the desk making its own audio debut as he got a bit rougher as he was fucking her pussy raw.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He growled, cock twitching as he could feel Y/N’s tight cunt clench him in place, his hand now reaching down to find her throbbing, desperate clit to bring her to relief.

As soon as he could feel her velvety walls pulsating around him and the feeling of her creaming on his cock, that was it for him. His nails dug into her hips, no doubt leaving crescent moon marks while her cunt was milking all the cum that Aaron had to offer.

“Y/L/N,” He spoke, chest rising and falling as he was working on catching his breath, his hand moving to her mouth to retrieve his now soaked tie.

“You need some lessons on manners for that fucking mouth of yours.” His voice was low as he was pulling his cock from her warmth, watching his cum leak out of her pussy before slowly pulling her panties back up.

“I think I know just the way to help you though,”

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