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mariasont · 20 days

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Spoiled - A.H

a/n: felt feral writing this hope y'all enjoy it as much as i did

think im ovulating or something YALL IDK

anyhow happy reading let me know what yall think 🤭

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pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: in which hotch overhears your conversation with penelope and decides to do something about it

warnings: 18+ MDNI, phone sex!, sex toy!, fem solo masturbation, penelope being a little instigator lmao, dirty talk, soft dom!hotch, established relationship, honestly a little bit of angst whoops, reader is slightly dramatic like hotch has been gone for prob 5 hours STAND UP!

wc: 3.3k

"Penelope Grace Garcia!"

Her comment earned her the full government name, igniting a burst of laughter that you attempt to smother behind your hand. Sinking deeper into the couch, you dismiss the absurdity with a shake of your head. You even find yourself glancing over your shoulder even though you know no one is home.

"You know, I really shouldn't be telling you this, but trust me, that's the least of our worries in this relationship."

"Look, whatever floats your love boat or rocks your bed frame is strictly your business," she comments as if that were the most casual thing to say.

You giggle, a warmth spreading through you as you tread across the kitchen tiles, the phone pressed against your ear.

"Oh my god, Pen," you let out a laugh, feeling a soft crimson spread across your cheeks, while your thighs swell with the thoughts of your doting boyfriend. "No, no, like I said we're more than okay in that department. It just gets, well, lonely when he's away."

Your hand curls around the neck of your favorite bottle of red, easing the cork free with a satisfying pop. The liquid swirls into the glass, a little more than probably necessary, as the gentle hiss of water beginning to simmer breaks through the kitchen.

"You, my dear, are a saint among mortals."

"Well, he makes it easy," you shrug, pouring the rice into the bubbling pot, a cloud of steam rising to paint the windows.

"Honestly, I don't know how you manage. I'd be itching for it, especially if it's as good as you say," Penelope admits with a dramatic sigh.

You laugh, propping the phone against the backsplash, its speaker projecting the conversation into the room. Aaron stands just out of sight, unnoticed, taking in your every syllable.

"When he gets back, trust me, every second apart seems like a small price to pay."

"Ever thought about getting yourself a toy? You know, for those long nights?" Penelope hints not (at all) so slyly.

The wine almost sprays from your mouth as you stifle a surprised splutter. Aaron, still unseen, raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, um, no, I haven't really considered... a toy," you murmur, cheeks burning. You clear your throat, pretending to be engrossed in the simmering pot. "Aaron might have an opinion on that, I guess."

Your attempt at nonchalance was failing, you definitely knew that.

Aaron rested casually against the door frame, a soft smile touching his lips at the sound of your bashful laughter. He'd always had a soft spot for the way your cheeks bloom with color--a sight he wasn't afraid to go great lengths to witness. The idea of a toy seemed to pique his curiosity, drawing a pensive frown as his attention stayed fixed on you for a moment longer.

He slips away silently, his steps carrying him to the front door as you continue your conversation with Penelope.

The call disconnects with a soft click, and you're left in the quiet of the kitchen, unwittingly promising to keep Penelope updated. Turning back to the stove, you stir the sauce with a distracted hand, your lips downturned. Aaron should have been home by now.

The dining table is set, candles flickering, their glow falling on the chair he's yet to fill. You let out a sigh, stealing another look at the ticking clock. The food is ready, but with each passing minute, it grows cooler, just the unfamiliar feeling of disappointment settling in your chest.

The audible twist of the key catches your attention, and you can't help but glance over your shoulder. Aaron walks in, his lips curving into a smile upon seeing you.

"Hi, my gorgeous girl," he greets, his voice a familiar sound that kindles a familiar flutter into your heart.

He places his briefcase down, the sound muted, and as he approaches, his lips brush a tender kiss against your temple. The annoyance that had been bubbling inside you melts away with his touch. Damn him.

You turn to him, a sheepish "Hi" fluttering out, your cheeks tinged with heat. It's a feeling that's always fresh, the way he still makes you feel like you're back in high school, hearts doodled in the margins of your notebook.

Aaron settles into his chair, the soft scrape of wood against the tile following his movements.

"Sorry 'M late," he offers, his tone warm, appreciative. "Everything looks and smells wonderful, honey. Thank you."

His fingers gently sweep a loose strand of hair from your face, his smile softening you, disarming you. He's so beautiful.

"You're welcome," you reply, your cheeks growing warmer with each word. "And, um, I hope it's okay. It might be a bit cold. I thought...I guess I assumed you'd be home sooner."

You voice trails off, leaving behind a trail of embarrassed concern, wondering if perhaps you'd somehow overstepped.

Aaron looks at you, his eyes turning kind as he discerns the unease on your face.

"I'm sorry, baby, got held up with a little errand." He bites into the food, and a gratified hum indicates his approval. "This is delicious."

You find yourself beaming at the praise. He had a talent for that--praising you, almost as if he'd made it his life mission. This was a first for you in a relationship, and it's exactly why the late nights and time spent alone didn't weigh so heavily.

After dinner, you're rinsing off the plates when Aaron's hands draw you close, his hands claiming your waist, the heat of his palms radiating through the fabric of your shirt. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"Let me help with that. You're spoiling me," he insists, his words spoken into your damp skin.

You lean back into his embrace, his chest flush against your back.

"I like taking care of you," you admit, heart skipping a beat under the weight of his gaze, the softness in his eyes dissolving your concentration on the task at hand.

A deep, affectionate groan escapes Aaron as he pulls you even closer. But all good things come to an end, and the ringing of his phone seems like an icy intrusion, like a sudden draft into the kitchen.

"Hotchner," he answers, and even though the word leaves his lips, his fingers gently sketch patterns across your hip.

You feel your heart sink. When he hangs up, his eyes lock with yours, brimming with an apology he doesn't voice. It's unnecessary, you already know.

"A case?" You hate how small your voice sounds, dipped in an understanding you wish you didn't have.

He nods, a simple stupid gesture that sends a lump of disappointment soaring up your throat, which you desperately try to swallow down.

"Okay... just, be careful, okay? I'll miss you."

"And I'll miss you, angel. Be good for me."

There's a hollowness in the house that follows you through each room. You were well aware of Aaron's demanding job when you started dating--the unpredictable schedule, the sudden departures, the cases that required his immediate attention. Still, this awareness did nothing to soften to sting of his absence. At all.

You found yourself wandering aimlessly, picking up a book only to set it down unread, starting a movie but not really watching. Eventually, you ended up in the bedroom, his bedroom, where the subtle scent of his cologne lingers. It's both comforting and heart-wrenching. God, you felt like you were being so dramatic.

You climb into the bed, the sheets cool against your skin, too big and empty without him. Your eyes darts to the phone resting on the nightstand. You've always been careful not to disturb him while he's working, but tonight felt different.

With a trembling hand, you pick up the phone, your thumb hovering indecisively over the screen. Reluctantly, you returned it to its place. There was no point in bothering him.

A sudden draft sent a shiver up your spine, reminding you of the blanket Hotch had bought for you a couple months ago. You sighed, rising from the bed and moving to the closet.

But your eyes skipped over the blanket, instead fixating on a shiny pink bag tucked away in a secluded corner. Compelled by a spike of curiosity, you grabbed the bag and pulled it open. Your eyes widened, cheeks burning with a sudden flush as you placed it on the bed. How long had this been hiding here? And the timing--just after your conversation with Penelope--felt almost too uncanny.

You went back to your phone.

The message was simple. You hit send before you can second-guess yourself.

Almost immediately, your phone vibrated--Aaron's name illuminated the screen. You answer, and his voice was there, infused with immediate concern.

"Hi honey. You okay?" His question was straightforward, cutting through the noise.

You nodded, forgetting for a moment he couldn't see you. Shifting on the bed, you said softly, "Um, yeah, I'm fine. I didn't mean to bother you. Is it a bad time?"

His response is quick. "You could never bother me."

A blush flares on your cheeks, and a smile instinctively forms. You fidget on the bed, the sheets sighing with your movements, sounds that don't escape Aaron's attentive detection.

"Can't seem to find the right spot without me there, huh?"

"I can't seem to do a lot of things without you here," you grumble under your breath, intended more for yourself than for him. The bed emits a soft creak as you turn again, your breath hitching in a pout that he can almost see through the phone. "Aaron, I found something in the closet..."

You lost your words, fingertips tracing the toy's edge, as you fumbled with the strings of your shorts.

"Hmm? Care to enlighten me."

"You know."

You weren't in the mood for his teasing, because you knew he knew. You could sense his smugness, his voice dripping into that familiar, velvety register that prompted your lips to purse.

"I don't know, sweetheart."

Once again, you found yourself stirring against the linen, nibbling on your lip as a wave of exasperation washed over you, your eyes rolling into their sockets.

"Where are you?"

"Just got to my hotel room." You could hear the subtle movements in the background, accompanied by the soft groans of the mattress under his weight. "What did you find in the closet that was so urgent you needed to text me in the middle of my case?"

Your face was warm. "You said it wasn't a bother."

"And I meant it, now spell it out for me."

Your hands cautiously pushed over the toy, examining its buttons and sides. Subconsciously, your tongue swept over your top teeth. You lowered your voice as though someone else might overhear.

"The toy...is it for me? I mean, I would hope so. If not, well, we'd have a rather awkward issue."

"Yes, it's for you, baby."

You stifled a grin. How could he have known? That profiling business was really no joke.

"Why?"

His muffled chuckle filtered through, and you could almost see the flash of his pearly whites. You really missed him, so much so that you were conjuring vision of his mouth of his on places that should not be said aloud.

"I just want to make sure my best girl is taken care of when I'm not home." You could practically hear the smirk on his lips.

You were deep in your fantasy now, your free hand sliding down your shorts as you envisioned him propped against the headboard of his hotel bed, tie hanging loosely, hair tousled just so.

"I'm always taken care of by you, Aaron," you said quietly.

You didn't know how to go about this, whatever this even was. You were treading into unknown territory; never having had phone sex with Aaron--or anyone for that matter. It was a far cry from the occasional suggestive text.

"That's right." His voice flowed like honey in your ear, causing a shiver as your finger skimmed over your underwear, your breathing momentarily faltering. "You're going to be well taken care of for the rest of your life, yeah?"

"Yeah."

You could hardly breathe, squirming against your own touch, glancing over at the toy that sat beside your hip.

"I want you to know how much I appreciate your patience. You're a good girl, honey. Far too good for me." You weren't. It was the other way around; you didn't deserve him. You told yourself that every day. "I know you get lonely, and I know it's something you'd never admit to."

"Aaron..."

He didn't let you finish. "Why don't you tell me what you're doing right now?"

Your actions came to an abrupt standstill, thumb suspended above your clothed clit. You entertained the thought that this FBI gig might have been a front for a psychic, maybe one of those fortune teller types.

You were mumbling into your sleeve, a private conversation with the threads. "Just...um, well it's hardly worth mentioning, honestly."

Wow you're sure you fooled him.

"I'm not fond of dishonesty." The low rumble of his voice sent a tremor through your core. "I'm giving you a final chance. Tell me what you're doing, sweetheart."

A hard swallow passed your throat, your thumb rubbing idle circles into the band of flesh on your hip.

"Well, I, uh, was touching myself." The words felt as awkward as they sounded, an internal wince accompanying each syllable at how unsexy you were speaking.

"Where, sweetheart?"

You exhaled sharply at the question, heavy with exasperation at his insistence on drawing this out. But the slickness between your legs was undeniable. Your hand slid back to the delicate skin between your thighs.

"Aaron, please," you breathed out so faintly it was almost inaudible.

He was playing a cruel game, and he knew it. You hardly cussed let alone talk about your lady parts so openly.

"I hope I've never given you a reason to feel judged, honey." There was a sweetness in his voice that masked his darker intentions. "Just tell me where. I want to help."

Your tongue flicked nervously across your lip, your finger dipping into the valley of your folds as you mulled over his offer. You were wet, far more than you had anticipated, practically coating your thighs in the process.

"No, 'course not," you said softly, biting back a sigh as your thumb worked slowly against your inflamed clit. "It's just, you're so far, Aaron."

"Why do you think I got you that toy?" Your gaze darted to the pink thing, resting against your hip. "I want you to use it. I'll walk you through it, just like I would in person."

You could melt. You could liquefy into nothingness on the spot. Your fingers pressed more urgently against yourself, a deep-seated wish for him to be here surfacing, knowing all the while it was a baseless hope.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

"There you go, that's my girl."

You couldn't hold back the whimper that fell from your lips as you arched against the bed, fingers diving into your cunt.

"My needy girl," he repeated, his laughter resonating with a patronizing tone that oddly egged you on. "Alright, can you pick up the toy for me?"

You wedged the phone snugly between your shoulder and ear, your hand closing around the pink, curved object, scrutinizing its every detail with careful eyes.

"Okay."

It was big, not as big as Aaron, but its dimensions were nonetheless imposing. You felt your chest heave in anticipation, waiting for his instructions.

His silence was stretching your patience thin. You turned it on, and it came to life, watching as it vibrated, the soft buzz permeating the space. You let it trail over your stomach, fabric gathering as your shirt rode up. Nearing your clit, you braced, taking in a quick breath.

But that breath was released in a strangled moan as you pushed the toy firmly into your sopping hole, legs spreading expansively as a taut sensation gripped your center.

"Did I say you could use it already?" he questioned, his tongue clicking in disapproval as you strained against the device, the second prong vibrations coursing against your nub, your whole-body jerking in response.

"N-No, 'M sorry," you panted, your focus narrowing as you pushed to toy in and out, your lips rounding into an 'o'. "It feels really good, Aar."

"I'm sure it does, baby," he teased, his voice carrying a certainty that your own lacked. "Let me hear you fuck yourself with it.

You loved hearing him curse, it was rare, and usually reserved for intimate moments like this. It fueled your actions, your wrist quickening, driving the device deeper, your stomach twisting in tight knots, a loud moan escaping unrestrained, suddenly you were thankful for the distance between Aaron's house and the next.

It felt so good, and yet somehow still not comparable to how it was with Aaron. Weren't you spoiled?

"Miss you so much," you slurred, your movements stuttering as the device worked your body in ways you didn't know were possible.

"Miss you too, angel. You're doing so good."

"Can you, ah, come home, p-please?"

You weren't even sure of what you were saying, all your thoughts on chasing your high and pretending the toy was Aaron's cock. Thinking about how he'd fill you up right now, how he'd press you to the mattress, how his body would cover yours.

"Your present isn't enough?" His tone was taunting, your eyes welling with tears, clouding your vision as your hips bucked against the toy. "That's a shame, sweetheart, think maybe you've been a little spoiled. You can't have my cock all the time."

You were completely dazed, his sentences barely making their way through the fog as you'd like them to. You were crying, you think, hot and relentless tears carving a path down your face as you fucked yourself harder against the toy.

The noises coming from your pussy were obscene, soaked and squishing as you tried to respond to Aaron, but nothing but small hiccups were escaping your mouth.

"It's okay, baby, I know. You're doing so good for me. I can hear it."

Your cheeks and ears flared with a heat that spelled out your shame, but it was the least of your concerns. Your walls tightened against the device, the pressure on your clit suddenly all too much and not enough at the same time. Gasping for air, your breaths came out in uneven bursts. When you tried to call out Aaron's name, it emerged as nothing more than a choked sob.

"C-Can I? Please, need to so bad." You weren't entirely convinced you were speaking English, but Aaron understood.

"Go ahead, sweetheart."

That was all you needed. Your cunt contracted again before vaulting over the edge, nearly losing consciousness in the process, a string of moans and half-said words pouring out of your lips.

You could hear the sound of his voice, but the words were just out of reach, not fully making sense. You felt your body twitch, and you blinked deliberately, once, twice, three times, in an effort to reconnect your body to your mind.

"You're so good, baby. So good. Miss you so much."

You pulled the toy, now soaked, from yourself, cringing at the lewd sound as you laid it beside you, making a mental note to wash the sheets later. Although if Aaron had his way that wouldn't happen.

"I miss you." You hated the way your voice betrayed ever emotion you had.

"Need you to go pee for me, sweetheart."

He sounded so soft and tired, but somehow still present. You let out a soft snicker as you curled onto your side.

"Can't move my legs," you mumbled, the sound muffled by the way your cheek was squished into the pillow. "Need you to come carry me."

His laugh was something you wished you could bottle up. "Spoiled."

"And who's to blame for that?" You were ready for his witty retort, but it was cut short by the sudden flash of your phone. You squinted at the caller ID. "Sorry, Penelope is calling me, can I call you back in a second?"

"Course, honey. Thank her for the idea, yeah?" Your mouth fell open as you scrambled for the right words. Of course he had heard. "Also, I plan on spending a few solid hours fucking you when I get home, so I suggest you get some rest."

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rreids · 1 month

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LUNCH BREAK • A. HOTCHNER X READER

fluff; kisses; they just really love each other; reader gives hotch presents; ~500 words; gifs is just bc he's pretty he's v sweet here

an ask from @cerisereids for my sleepover event. prompts: i got you something; i know, your favorite, right?

Hotch had been busy lately. More than normal — personnel reviews, psych evals, yearly and quarterly needs all falling in the same two week window –, and he came home exhausted.

You knew you had permission to visit at work and that he’d never turn you away, but you never took him up on it, shy at the idea. Today, you’d decided to brave your fears.

With a gift bag, coffee, and lunch in hand, you braced yourself before the doors to the BAU. You tried not to shrink under the curious stare of his team, other agents, and analysts as they paused in their work to study you, but your steps became more hurried as you made your way to his office.

You couldn’t maneuver your arms to knock, so you just pushed it open. Aaron’s head rises, mouth opening — probably to chide whoever would come in without notice — before pausing, breaking into a grin as you awkwardly shut it behind you.

“This is a surprise, sweetheart,” he can’t stop smiling, standing and giving you a short kiss before helping settle everything you held on his desk. “Special occasion?”

You shake your head. “Just thought you could use a little pick me up with everything.”

He smiles and kisses your cheek before drawing his chair to sit next to you, fondly studying every plane of your face. “What is all of it?

“Well, coffee — I know you all have a machine, but this is good coffee, not precinct coffee…” his lips quirk up into a smile. “Um, lunch. I got Chinese from this place by home, I hope it’s okay — the fried rice has pineapple! I thought it sounded good.”

He tilts his head and looks pointedly at the bag. “And that?”

Your face burns with heat. “I got you something.”

“Clearly,” he deadpans. “What is it?”

You beam at him. “Open it.”

He sighs but obliges, making a show of pulling out the tissue paper to hear you giggle in delight. His brow furrows as he places the items before he smiles — a new tie, from his favorite brand; a keychain you’d made with a photo with you, him, and Jack; and flowers, red and white roses and lilies.

“You got me flowers?” His voice is impossibly soft and fond.

“Yeah.”

“They’re so pretty.”

“I know,” you smile. “Your favorite, right?”

He’d never really mentioned that, but when you first started dating you noticed he’d have flowers on his table or on a cabinet, and they were always lilies, roses, or a potted plant of some other variation. But the bouquets didn’t change.

“Yeah. My favorite.”

He leans over to kiss you as he sets the flowers down on his desk, unable to stop smiling. “Can you help me put the tie on?”

You nod and quickly undo the one he’s already in, brow furrowing and your lip tucking between your teeth as you carefully and delicately tie and smooth the fabric over his shirt. “Handsome.”

Aaron smiles. “Let’s eat. It’ll get cold.”

He places his hand on your thigh, a casual intimacy that stays between laughs and conversation for the whole meal.

please assume that the bau are being nosy as fuck and comment on the new tie after, thank you. i also like to think that even if it wasn't a clear these are my absolute favorite! in regards to the flowers and was more of a i like the look, they're his favorite now.

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kissitbttr · 2 months

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Can we see some jealous and protective frat!miguel 🙏🏻🙏🏻

miguel is cocky. and he never admits himself of being jealous. why would he when he knows that no one is able to one up to him in any way?

but you beg to differ. always seeming to point out his expression when a guy gets too close to you, burning holes in the back of the stranger’s head. somehow plotting the most gruesome and murderous plot he has in mind.

“shit, shit, o’hara! lay off the grip man! you’re going to break the damn glass!”

miguel hears one of his teammates, groans. snatching the cup from miguel’s hand and not even bothering to hear his protests.

“what—oh, my bad” he lamely responds, gaze returning back to watch you. his girlfriend, laughing at some lame joke being told by a guy in front of you.

he feels betrayed. how could you do this to him?!

“the healthiest way to cope with jealousy is to communicate with your girlfriend, o’hara—healthiest” carlos rolls his eyes at the chocolate haired man who seems to not be listening to a word he says. “but shit, knowing you? chances of a hot giant meteor hitting us right now is far bigger”

“mind your shit, man” miguel frowns deepening at the sight of that fucker checking you out in your outfit,

you’re sexy. there’s no doubt about that. especially in that cheerleading uniform you’re wearing when you just got off the practice.

there is a reason why guys are lining up to be your boyfriend before you and miguel started dating. other than because being extremely beautiful and sickeningly sweet, you have a way of staring into people’s eyes like you’re about to pluck a soul out of them and them not having a problem with it.

i mean, jesus, you got him hooked didn’t you?

“so let’s say he did try to take her home or—“

“didn’t i tell you to mind your shit?!” miguel cuts carlos off with a grumble, not even wanting to imagine if you were getting taken home by another man. not that you’d let them anyway. you’re too crazy about miguel and vice versa,

the buzzcut kid raises his hands up in defense, as if to prove his innocence. “don’t get mad at me for speaking up facts!” with that, he bolts out of the way before miguel could get to him,

it’s not like miguel is one crazy and possessive boyfriend who prefers having his girl all to himself (despite him wanting her to), he still gives access to whomever you want to speak with.

but he just despises the fact that everyone is crushing on his girl. she’s his and his only. so seeing another man getting far too comfortable in invading your space, making you laugh and shit just stirs something within him.

miguel slowly makes his way towards you and the punk, fists clenching by the side. he hears your beautiful laugh one more time and holy hell, he feels like he’s going insane knowing you’re not laughing because of him.

“so was that the one professor who had his—oh!—what the—? baby! you found my tickle spot!” you giggle as you jump a little out of surprise, head craning over your shoulder to see your big and tall boyfriend wrapping his arms around your waist and pull you closer to his chest. “did you had the drinks yet?”

“mhm, a few” he kisses the corner of your mouth, eyes looking straight to the boy in front of you as if showing him off that you’re taken. “missed you, muñeca”

“you saw me like two hours ago, you big baby” a giggle escapes your mouth when you see him pout, kissing it. “oh! this aaron, by the way. i don’t think the two of you have met!”

aaron shoots miguel a toothy grin and a wave, in which miguel doesn’t mirror both actions. only simply glaring at him. “nice party you got going on here, man”

“thanks” miguel nods in acknowledgement, simply not entertaining the man with more than two words. because that’s what you get for hitting on his girl!

“it’s so crowded here though, thankfully she saw me looking scared and shit. saved me from getting swarmed” aaron laughs making you laugh as well and miguel’s grip tighten around you. “she’s definitely a keeper”

that comment somehow irks him a bit. “yeah, that’s why she’s my girlfriend. and i’m the boyfriend, y’know—in case you’re wondering” miguel’s hands wander lower to your hips, settling it there,

the response seems weird to you, making you shoot him a look with your eyebrow raising in which miguel ignores,

“i can definitely see that, big guy” aaron chuckles, not seemingly bothered by it. “if i had a girl like her, i think i’d be keeping her to myself far too much”

miguel’s jaw clenches at that, and it seems to pisses him even more when you decide to just laugh and not tell this aaron man off for saying that,

“you’re just saying thaaat” a blush creeps into your cheeks, holding onto miguel’s arms before your eyes widen. “oh! i forgot to mention! i brought fruit punch earlier! aaron you must have a taste, i’ll bring a cup for you. and you too” your turn around and smile at miguel, kissing his lips before muttering ‘be right back’

‘ah perfect, time to grill this motherfucker’ miguel smirks before watching you walk away,

his arms crossed, eyes looking down at the shorter guy who seems oblivious of what’s happening,

“so uh, you and—“

“look man, i don’t know what your deal is—but y/n is fucking mine” miguel cuts to the chase, eyes deepening into a frown. “and i don’t appreciate you’re hitting on my girl, looking at her legs and touching her skirt. just because she doesn’t tell you off that doesn’t mean it’s appropriate! you know she’s taken right?”

aaron raises both brows, eyes glancing left and right in confusion. “uhm, yes?”

“so back off then will you?! i worked my ass off trying to get her be my girlfriend, had to compete with other guys from soccer team and faculties, memorized her schedules and—shit, i promise her that i’ll tone down with this jealousy shit because she doesn’t like it when i get into a fist fight over her. so do me a favor, if you don’t like getting punched right now, leave me and my girl alone or i fucking swear—“

“jesus, man—i’m gay!”

and miguel immediately clamps up at that, eyes widening at the sudden burst from aaron but only enough for the two of them to hear,

“wait, what?!”

“i’m gay, dude” aaron laughs, amused by the expression miguel is putting on right now. “100% not into girls”

“oh..” miguel gets a bit quiet after, not knowing what to say next. shit. this is awkward. “i didn’t know that—you don’t look like one..”

“jeez, sorry if I don’t fit into the stereotype. i’ll put on my knitted rainbow scarf next time i stop by. want me to pierce my right ear too?”

“oh shit, that’s not what i meant! fuck—sorry man, i—“ miguel stutters. the last thing he wants to do is to make a gay person offended. he doesn’t know what to do in this situation. “i mean—why didn’t you start with that?!”

aaron laughs, shaking his head. “don’t sweat it—and uh, was just cute how you get all protective and shit over your girl. i can definitely see why you’re like that” he shrugs, looking over at you who’s laughing with couple of miguel’s frat brothers,

miguel smiles, looking over to see you by the drinks. heart swelling at the sight of his girlfriend being comfortable with glen and carlos. almost laughing to himself when you spill a bit of your drink onto carlos’s shirt making him pout.

“no offense, but i’d tap your girlfriend if i was into girls” aaron says, nudging him with his elbow.

miguel’s head turns around to look back at him in quick motion, one eyebrow raising at the comment.

“no offense back, but you sure you’re 100% gay?!”

#frat!miguel

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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i just want what's best for you. — miles 42 x reader

summary: no matter how much miles may love you, you still have to get through his mom for you two to be together. first impressions didn't go so well, and now... now you're starting to think she's right about you. but somehow, you both come to an understanding, and... eventually, an understanding can be made between you two. pairing: miles 42 x gn!reader genre: slight angst + comfort word count: 2,646 request: Could you do a miles (42 or 1610 or both) x reader where his mom isn’t to fond of her but, it’s only because she doesn’t want to see him get hurt. And reader considers breaking up with him and his mom overhears and feels bad. a/n: hello, my lovely anon !! omg i loved writing this ngl, I INTENTIONALLY PUT MORE ANGST HERE THAN I DID FOR 1610 MILES AAAAA please multiverse, don't let this flop PLEASEEEE also SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY SPANISH AND OOC RIO, I TRIED UUEUEUUEUUE BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS !!

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you had never felt any more intimidated and nervous than you did right now as you sat down with miles' family for dinner. you had partners before and met their parents, it wasn't all so bad; you actually had fond memories of those people and sometimes would reminisce how kind they'd treat you, how they'd welcome you into their families and give you a home away from your home when you'd need it. however, when it came to miles' family... it was so-so.

his uncle aaron, without a doubt, was one of the nicest father figures you had ever encountered in your whole life. he was a sweet man who cared for miles and would, be proxy, care about you, too. he'd tease you and miles when he'd see you two together in the most low-key ways and still make miles lose all his cool and stoic composure around you when his uncle would expose how much he talks about you.

"this kid can't ever go through another day without thinking about you. like seriously, all i did was take him to the convenience store downtown and i see him with all these snacks i've never seen him eat before, snacks he told me he hates with a burning passion. i look at him and ask him why he's got those snacks, and he mutters under his breath... 'these're for them, not for me.' how cute of my nephew, no?" he said with a chuckle as miles glared up at his uncle and pouted at him, with you giggling at the story as everyone but his mother was laughing about that little anecdote.

uncle aaron nudged rio a little, to which she shot him a glare similar to miles' and muttered something under her breath in spanish. uncle aaron sighed as some tension was caught in the air and enveloped the entire dinner table, with no one else uttering another word or sound as you all ate in silence. you felt rio's gaze on you at times while you all ate, and unlike the other mothers you had encountered with your previous partners, she had a gaze that felt a little... judgemental, in a way?

you felt pretty self-conscious as rio looked at you, and you felt yourself jump slightly in your seat when she'd ask you questions about you and her son. she called your name randomly, shattering the silence and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up as you nearly sprang up from your seat in utter surprise. "y-yes rio?" you asked her as she winced, as if she heard a discordant tune when you uttered her first name. without even looking up from her plate, she asked you, "did you know miles got a b in spanish? ay, i'm proud of you, mijo, though... you usually do so much better than that. i'm worried, have you been missing classes recently? and do you know anything about it?" she asked you as she turned her gaze up at you, causing you to freeze up and instinctively shake your head.

miles breathed out a small huff as he tried to think of a reason to give his own mother, who he promised he'd never lie to, as his uncle aaron tried to tell rio that maybe now wasn't the right time to talk about it, but rio told him in spanglish that now was as good a time as any, she had to know if her son was being distracted by... she didn't dare finish that thought. she looked over at you then at miles and raised an eyebrow. "so? is no one gonna tell me anything?" she asked the two of you as you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling pretty intimidated by her right now. "mama, it's nothing, i promise you, i--" "it's nothing?" "oh, no." uncle aaron muttered as he silently excused himself and left the table with his plate in hand, gesturing to you to follow what he did and to seek refuge into the kitchen, away from the mother and son.

you did as he directed and excused yourself, nearly stumbling out of your chair as rio's eyes followed you with a kind of suspicious gleam in those hazel eyes of hers. indistinct conversation and arguments between the mother and son were heard, with the sound of running water, the squeaking and setting down of plates being tuning their voices out as you gratuitously helped uncle aaron wash the dishes. "hey, sorry about them, miles' mom hasn't been in the best mood lately." he muttered to you as you nodded. "i-i understand, aaron. it's really okay..." you murmured back as you both finished, with uncle aaron wishing you a good night as he disappeared into the garage doing who knows what.

as you exited the kitchen, you heard rio's muffled voice from the dining room mention your name, and you walked over in a morbid kind of curiosity to know why she mentioned you when she was scolding miles; though a part of you thought of why, you hoped what you thought of wouldn't be the case. "sé honesto, ¿te estás distrayendo con ellos?" she asked miles with a stern voice as miles looked down at the ground, clearly frustrated, but wasn't about to run his mouth off at his own mother. he shook his head and murmured, "mi amante no tiene la culpa de lo que me ha estado pasando, mama."

rio sighed exasperatedly as she looked at her son in disbelief. "and you mean that? you seriously... look, mijo, no quiero hacerte infeliz, y sé que crees que entiendes lo que es bueno para ti, pero… no puedo permitir que ellos te pongan en peligro. they might... not be a good influence on you." she said with a soft voice as miles looked up at her with an incredulous expression on his face. "mama, you have no idea who they really are." he said as rio kept talking to him, but he stormed off on her. she called for her son repeatedly, but he marched into his room, with her sighing aloud and storming off herself, too.

you felt a heavy weight on your shoulders as your anxieties and worries over what miles' mother thought of you were realized; she doesn't trust you, and she doesn't think you're good for her son. you felt so weak in the knees at that moment, thinking that you would never be able to love miles freely without his mother intervening or trying to convince him you're not right for him, that you're a distraction for him. you didn't want any conflict between the two anymore, so you thought of a way to end their feud peacefully, and the only way that'd work was... one neither of you would particularly like.

you snuck upstairs to miles' room and gently rapped at his door, muttering that you were there, and that you wanted to talk to him. miles opened his door a crack, and when he could confirm it was you, he opened the door wider and gently took your hand in his. "cielo," he greeted you softly with a light squeeze of your hand as he looked at you. "am i ever glad to see you." he said as he led you into his room, with you reciprocating his touch and squeezing his hand back. he gestured for you to sit down on the side of his bed as he sat down, with you following him and sitting down on the plush of his bed.

he brushed a few hairs from your forehead and kept his gaze on you as you looked down at the floor, unsure of how to tell him what you were articulating to yourself in your head; unsure of how he'd take it, if he even will be able to. you sighed a little longer than you planned to, causing miles to pull away from you and have worry drawn on his face as he tried getting a better look at your expression. "cielo, are you okay? did something happen...?" he asked you as you shook your head gently. "nothing, nothing, i..." you began, but you stopped yourself, trying to think of how to tell him all over again as all you could think of at that moment was that: miles' mother doesn't think you're any good for him.

you took a deep breath and faced him with saddened eyes. "i'm sorry, miles, i just... i don't think you should be dating me anymore. it's not because of you, of course not, it's... it's on me." you whispered, with miles feeling like he took a blow to the gut, feeling utterly helpless and confused at what you just told him. he wasn't sure what you meant by 'it was your fault', but he wanted to let you know right now that you weren't at fault, for whatever it was that'd come between you two.

miles appeared a little more hurt and distressed by what you told him, the matter at hand still not sinking in, that you told him you'd break up with him... he couldn't, wouldn't, believe it. "what? amor, what do you mean? 'your fault'? i doubt that..." he began as he tried to reassure you, feeling himself coming undone at the seams and desperate to know why you wanted to part ways with him. was it because he couldn't spend as much time with you as before? because he was too busy with his job as the prowler to be with you? if you only told him, then... then he'd find ways to make it work, not make you feel alone ever again, make up for what he lacked in the past by working hard for you now in the present.

"is it... is it because i'm not able to spend much time with you as before? mi vida, i'm sorry... i'll make up for it, i promise!" he said as you shook your head. "no, miles... it's not your fault. it's mine, even if you don't say it is." you said with a melancholic voice as miles looked at you with feebleness filling his face as he tried to understand how it's your fault for anything. he defended you in front of his mother the best he could, and yet... he'd still lose you in the end, if not the argument.

you couldn't figure out how to tell miles that you didn't wish to break up, you wanted to be with him still, but there was no better way of getting his mom and him to make up if you were still in the picture. you heard his mom say it himself, you didn't seem like a good influence on him, and maybe her behavior towards you was a sign that you really weren't being good to miles, good to his parents, and just... weren't good in general. you sighed, trying to keep the tears from flowing as miles tried to tell you that if you really wanted to break up with him, he'd respect your decision, but... he begs of you to tell him how it's your fault.

you felt your heart throb and your throat flare up as you tried to stifle your cries and sobs. "i'm just, i'm not good for you, okay, miles? i'm sorry... you deserve better." you told him in a quieted voice as you got up and went over to his door, about to leave him and give him an easier time with his family than stay with him and just ruin his relationship with his mom even more.

"espera, mi cielo! hold on a minute, can't we talk about this...?" he called out to you as you opened the door to leave, to keep yourself away from miles to keep him and his mother from getting angry at each other and fighting all over again. however, when you opened the door, you saw a familiar face look back at you, and a familiar voice shrieking in surprise--it was miles' mom, who was eavesdropping on you two. you shrieked at his mom's shrieking, as miles shrieked at your shrieking.

"mama!" miles exclaimed as he saw his mom at the doorway, with her telling the two of you to calm down, and that nobody needs to break up with anybody. "i'm... i'm sorry i eavesdropped, but i came here to... to say sorry, mijo, and... i'm sorry to you, too." she said as she turned to look at you with guilt and shame in her eyes. "you didn't deserve to hear all that... i shouldn't have said that." she muttered as she looked at the two of you. she leaned against the doorway and sighed as she began to speak again, looking around miles' room.

"i didn't mean that you were a bad influence, i just... i default to worrying about what miles could be doing because, you're a teenager, miles--you're both teens and... you both wanna do your own things. it worries me when miles doesn't tell me anything, it makes me feel like i'm failing as a mom when... i'm the only parent you have now." she said in a soft voice as she looked at miles sadly and up at you. she sat down next to miles on the bed and held his hand. "i wish you could just be honest with me." she muttered to him as miles looked at her with sadness in his eyes. "i am being honest with you, mom. you don't even... you don't even know how amazing my partner is, you hardly give them a chance, and that's what hurts me every time." he said as you looked at the two of them.

miles' mom got up from the bed and placed her fingers underneath your chin and lifted your head up to look at her and sighed. "i'm so sorry i judged you too quickly, i just... mom instincts kicked in, and... i got a little carried away and thought i knew what was good for my baby boy, but... i guess i don't know as much anymore. maybe... i'd know him better if i trusted him, if i trusted you." she said with a slight smile on her face as you gave her a slight smile back. "again, i'm so, so sorry for how i was earlier, and... just, in general." she uttered as you nodded. "it's okay, mrs. morales." you told her as she smiled wider and pulled away from you. "y'know what, that just made my evening much better. i think i like you a bit better already. 'mrs.' morales, finally." she said with a slight chuckle as you chuckled back at her little quip, with miles smiling to himself as he finally witnessed you two get along. she let miles keep dating and seeing you, only if he promises to get his grades back up to how they were before.

as his mom left the room, miles told her you two needed to talk, alone. she understood, but reminded him not to lock the door. "lo tengo, mamá, entendido." he said as he closed the door the minute she headed down into the hallway, leaving you both in an awkward silence after you two had 'broken up' a few minutes ago. before miles could say anything, you wrapped him in a big hug, muttering under your breath how happy you were to be with him, that his mom finally accepted you. miles slowly reciprocated your hug, holding you close and kissing the top of your head as he smiled against your hair. he was beyond happy and relieved to know his mom finally saw you as a person he loved, not as a distraction to him or a bad influence, just someone he cared a lot about to devote himself to, someone he wouldn't leave nor let anyone, not even his own mom or uncle, get in the way of him loving ceaselessly.

he gets that his mom just wants what's best for him, but... maybe it was time for him to decide what's best for him on his own, and that'd be to love you with all his heart and stay by your side, never leaving you once because he loves you too much to let you go that easily.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @fiannee @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless

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ssahotchnerr · 9 months

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Hey hey Katie!! Have fun on your road trip!

So what do you think about Reader, Jack, and Aaron (reader and Aaron are married) going to a water park together since it’s the end of summer?? I can totally seeing Jack bouncing off the walls wanting to go on the slides and reader and Aaron trying to constantly catch up to him! Like they’re being all domestic and cute going to the wave pool, lazy river, etc. 🥹

Thennnn Aaron and reader have “beef” since Jack wants to ride with his Momma on the tube slides instead of Aaronnnnn but then Aaron gets him a giant ice cream and Jacks like 😃 ok daddy I love you

Meanwhileeeee Aaron and reader are trying not to jump each other cuz they’re appreciating how they look and have fight off all the other people trying to flirt!! Then maybe they go home and have pizza and watch a movie together!

i did have fun thank you!!!! and AH your mind >>>>

it's def a lil end of summer surprise for jack 🥰🥰🥰 hehe you and aaron are getting ready for bed one night, discussing how summer just flew by and the days are dwindling down until jack is back in school 😭 🥲 AND since aaron doesn't work the next day, you both agree you should take advantage of it and take jackers out to do something fun!!!!!! <3333 aaron checks the weather for the next day to narrow down ideas, sees it's gonna be a hottttt one and comes up with the genius idea of going to a waterpark!!! something so fun and a good way to beat the heat <33

AH so you wake up jack bright and early the next day - aaron wanted to get there earlier to beat the crowd/traffic - and as he's opening his eyes, still half asleep, you brush his hair away from his eyes and whisper-ask :D "wanna go to a waterpark????" and within an instant, jackers is wide awake with the biggest most excited grin on his face <3333 his swimsuit is on in record time and he's eagerly talking you and aaron out the door as quickly as possible.

and as you get him and yourself ready, aaron has the job of collecting the towels, flip flops, sunscreen, anything you may need throughout the day, putting it in a big beach bag, and has the task of loading up the car 🤭 hehe it's very Dad of him <3333

as you three are pulling into the waterpark, jack is pointing out alllll the slides he sees and needs to go on because they look "super cool!!!!!!" - he's practically out of his seat, still buckled in, and aaron keeps looking in the rearview mirror and keeps reminding jack to stay put until he's parked 🤨🫵🏻🥰 but jack being as excited as he is, doesn't listen 🤭

and once you're all in the park, sunscreen is on and your spot has been selected, sweet jack is pulling on your hand trying to drag you away to go on slides <333 hehe leaving aaron in the dust 🤭 aaron pretends to be offended, pouts, and asks "what about me??? this was my idea you know???" and jack just giggles, clutches onto your hand and insists again how he wants to go on with you <3333333 so as the day progresses, he teases jack how the two of you are having all the fun 🙄 BUT for some of the bigger slides, the ones that make jack a bit nervous 🥺 he wants aaron to go on those with him 😭

and the lazy river <33333 the three of you spend sooo much time in there. aaron is the only one trying to relax, while you and jack team up to splash him every so often 🤭 hehe aaron is lounging in the floatie, eyes closed, he looks like he's asleep lmaooo 😭 and when he gets splashed, he totally plays it up for jack 🥹 pretending the water is such a surprise and topples into the river, which causes jack to erupt in laughter 💓💞 and UGH it tugs at your heartstrings because aaron 🥹🥹 is such a good dad <33333

and when aaron sees you in your bathing suit 🤭 he totally tries to grab your ass multiple times throughout the day. in response, you just smack his hand back and then also his chest gently and whisper-yell at him amusingly, "aaron!!!!! there are children here" and he just shrugs his shoulders and gives you a smirk ;)))))

AND every time you peer at aaron to check him out in his shirtless glory <3333 he's already peering at you to check you out 🤭 hehe the two of you just stupidly grin at each other, and UGH aaron causes you to blush everyyy time

but omg the other moms are TOTALLY checking aaron out, so you keep offering to put sunscreen on him to show he's yours >:( like one glances in his direction, their gaze lingers on him and his body for a bit too long and you're turning to aaron and urgently telling him, "i need to put sunscreen on your chest now" hehe and the first few times, aaron whines a bit, says how he's already fully covered thanks to you but complies <333 and eventually aaron catches on why and is so so sweet 🥹 so he'll let you manhandle him and put sunscreen on with no complaints, and alwayssss gives you a sweet kiss and reminds you he's all and only yours <33333

and at the end of the day, jack is soooo tuckered out from all the time spent in the sun, all the fun he had, and aaron carries him back to the car 🥹🥰 and once you're back home, the ac feels so nice and welcoming, aaron lays jack in his room so he can continue napping, and then the two of you take a shower together to cool down and wash up - hehe aaron makes a comment about he has to get all the sunscreen off him LMAO which reminds you of earlier so you have to remind him again who he belongs to so 🤭 that calls for shower sex of courseeeee 🥰💞💞💕💞

and once jack is awake and showered, the three of you finish the most amazing summer day by ordering some takeout, watching a movie and cuddling on the couch <3333333

#let's talk aaron <333 #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader

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bensonsbobblehead · 1 year

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Decisions - Aaron hotchner X Wife!reader

pairings; Aaron Hotchner X Wife!reader

summary; surprise visits with lil baby hotchner (No Jack)

content warnings; fluff and breastfeeding

wc; 0.8k

a/n; I’m doing more one shots now so they are shorter than my older ones but I will still have multi part series in the future just right now One shots are easier for me =}}}

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Getting Ava ready to see her dad at work was a lot. It had been the first time since her and Aaron were apart, since he took a few months off for her arrival . You didn’t know who was taking it harder.

Ava had been way more fussy with you. Giving you the Aaron stare that she had perfected by time she was three months. Aside from the fussiness she was fine the moment she heard Aaron’s voice. He was also not doing so good with cases on top of missing Ava and you.

It’s was harder now because he felt he had to fight even harder to solve every case. Knowing that one less person on the street is one less that could hurt his favorite girls. Ava was finally 5 months, not doing much but looking around and giggling.

You had called Gracia to see when they would be done with the case. Finding out it did not end well at all and the team was exhausted. They still had hours of paper work to come back to. So, you decided to surprise your favorite people and favorite guy.

Walking into the bullpen seeing them working hard when Derek noticed you.

“Is that my beautiful and brilliant God-niece ava and her gorgeous mother?” He said coming to take the car seat off your arm, Ava smiling in response to her Godfather.

Soon after that the team gathered around with heart eyes for the small hotchner. Aaron still not out of his office yet to see his daughter was here. By the time she got out of Spencer’s arm she was more fussy than ever. You knew she was probably just hungry, again.

You grabbed her burp towel and walked to Aaron’s office with a soft knock. A faint come in coming from the other side of the door. You walked in to a very focused Aaron he didn’t even noticed you both had walked in.

Ava quickly noticing her father and letting out a small giggle his head snapping toward the door. All his worries fell as he seen the both of you. A huge cheeky smile going over his face as he got up from his desk.

“I’ve missed you both beyond words.” Placing a kiss Ava cheek and one on your lips.

“She’s very very hungry, she keeps staring at me like I’m an unsub.” You smiled sitting on the couch and taking your boob out, Ava latching on easily.

You always felt like it was just the two of you when you breastfed her. It was a special bond honestly and you always got lost in it. Aaron was watching closely as he always did when you fed her.

“Thank you both for coming, I honestly really needed it.” Aaron said getting up to sit next to you on the couch, letting out a sigh of relieve. You smiled at him and placed a kiss on his head.

“You wanna burp her?” Noticing the milk drunk baby under you. Grabbing the burp towel and putting it over his shoulder you handed him ava.

“Hi, my beautiful girl! I’ve missed you.” planting kisses all over her face and then putting her on his shoulder. Living with a profiler meant you picked up a few things. Especially how quiet Aaron was he was usually always rambling about something.

“What’s going on Aar, you’re awfully quiet and you kept the kisses short with Ava”

“Working on your profiling skills I see” he laughed,

“This case just, I don’t know if I should continue this job.”

“Woah, that’s a big decision after one case, are you sure?” It honestly was Aaron had gotten through the worst he had told you half of it. He never wanted to give up on saving the people he could though.

“I … we were being shot at and obviously we are fine but a bullet flew past my head by like an inch. I heard it and I thought I wouldn’t be coming home to you both.” He said all his fears with a tear falling onto Ava’s onesie. The biggest fear after meeting you was never able to grow old with you. Then his Ava came along and the fear grew stronger. Aaron dedicated his life to the bureau and he knew it but he had two other people that he needed to give his life too.

The thought of living life and raising a child without Aaron hunted you a lot. You mostly shoved it down because you didn’t want him to have that same fear. You still found comfort in knowing you both were afraid of his job.

“Aaron, i couldn’t imagine life without but I know how important the BAU is to you. Ava and I will support you through anything.”

That you would, the BAU was his life and you didn’t know how he’d be without out. Taking Ava off his shoulder he asked her.

“You want your dad at home more my pretty girl?” Ava smiling at him as always giving Aaron the confirmation he needed.

#aaron hotchner x mom!reader #Aaron hotchner X wife!reader #Aaron hotchner dad #dad Aaron hotchner #criminal minds dad #hotchner!reader #Aaron hotchner fluff #hotchner dad #hotch X mom!reader #bau x reader

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hotchnerobsessed · 2 years

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A Helping Hand

Fem!Reader x Hotch | When period cramps are causing you some troubles, Hotch offers up a pleasant solution.

Warnings: 🥵+☺️ Smut but make it fluffy [(Soft!Hotch just wants to make you feel better!) fingering, unprotected shower sex (please be safe everyone!), handjob], mention of a tampon and blood (nothing super gory), a few swears.

Word Count: 7358

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It’s shark week for me and literally all I can think about is this man.

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You’d come to realize over the years that, unfortunately, pain meds didn’t do much to alleviate your cramps when they were this bad, so you’d had to find ways of coping naturally. You were lying on your back on the couch, wearing your sports bra, accompanied by the pair of Aaron’s boxers you had both deemed were yours now.

With the heating pad plugged into the outlet behind the side table, you had it strategically placed over top of your lower abdomen, relieving some of the pain radiating from your body. One arm was wrapped around your body, holding the blanket you’d cocooned yourself in in place, while the other was draped across your closed eyes, blocking out the small amount of sunlight coming in through the front window.

Having called in sick to work that day, you had no plans except making it through the day until Aaron could get home and hold you; you always felt better when you could nuzzle your aching body into his chest and feel his strong arms wrapped around you.

Tea also played a big role in helping you feel better. You’d made a cup of your favourite, chamomile with a scoop of honey. Having just finished it before laying down, you could finally feel your body beginning to relax, and you hoped you might be able to get some sleep.

Unsure of how much time has passed, you must have fallen asleep at some point, because you were awoken by the sound of keys in the door; Aaron was finally home. Sighing heavily, you removed your arm that was still draped across your face and shifted your body slightly so you were propped up on one elbow. Glancing over at the door, you smiled softly as he shut the door and turned to face you.

“Hi sweetheart..” his voice dropped off as he assessed the sight in front of him. His eyes trailed from the empty mug on the coffee table, to the heating pad, and finally up to the exhausted look on your face. “Ohhh my girl,” he cooed. Making his way across the living room, he reached his hands out to you and helped you sit up. As he maneuvered himself so he was sitting behind you, he leaned his back against the armrest of the couch and bent one leg under the other. “Come here,” he spoke softly, encouraging you to lean back against his chest.

Re-adjusting the heating pad so it was where it need to be, you let your body relax. As you leaned back, resting your entire body weight on his, you felt his warmth against your back and let out a comforting sigh. Resting your head against his shoulder, he placed a gentle kiss to your temple before nuzzling his cheek against yours. With his hands still holding yours, he wrapped both of your arms around your body again, pulling you close.

“How was your day?” you asked softly.

Laughing lightly, truly in love with the fact that even when you were clearly in pain, you still wanted to hear how his day was. “Actually rather uneventful. But I’ll take that as a win.”

You giggled softly, but it quickly faded into a groan as the muscles in your lower abdomen contracted.

“Ohhh I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you laugh,” he teased, concern in his voice as he placed another loving kiss to the side of your face.

Letting an airy laugh escape your lips, you squeezed his hands, “it’s okay. I like it when you make me laugh.”

He kissed the top of your head this time, bringing one of his hands up so he could slowly run his fingers through your hair. “I take it your day didn’t go so well?”

Shaking your head, you admitted, “I’m surprised I made it to the couch this morning. But I’m feeling a bit better..” grabbing hold of his free hand in yours, you brought it up to your lips and kissed the back of it tenderly, “especially now that you’re home.” You could practically hear the smile that graced his lips, and you sighed deeply at the calming feeling of his hand still running through your hair.

“What can I do?” he asked. You were generally a very independent person, it was one of his favourite things about you, but he knew this was one of the rare times that you didn't want to go it alone. He always had a genuine willingness to help in any way he could, especially when you were clearly uncomfortable. And truth be told, he loved knowing you wanted, even needed, his help during times like this.

Thinking about it for a second, you admitted, “this is nice. I just like you holding me.”

“Okay.” He spoke softly, placing another gentle kiss to the top of your head.

Resting his cheek against the side of your head, you both laid there for a short while in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. You could feel his heart beating, and it almost lulled you into a state of bliss. The warmth from his body, combined with the heat from the heating pad, finally had the cramps lessening as the minutes passed. You could finally breathe through the worst of them, and you were thankful to have the extra support.

Finally feeling like you might be able to move from the spot you’d been in almost the entire day, you shuffled your body slightly so you were sitting. Sliding your legs over the side of the couch, you turned to face him, reaching a hand out to caress the side of his face. The soft look in your eyes said all that needed to be said; the love between you was palpable.

“Hungry?” He asked, taking your hand in his and kissing your palm tenderly.

Pondering his question, you knew you probably should eat something, but you really didn’t feel like eating anything at all. Squinting your eyes slightly, you answered honestly, “no, not really.”

Any other day, you knew he would be encouraging you to eat, knowing sometimes you needed the gentle reminder; if only he would take his own advice most days. But today, he knew not to push it. He’d seen first hand the effects of you making yourself eat on days like this. Your body truly had a mind of its own, and food, though you’d think it would help, only made things a whole lot worse.

Nodding understandingly at you, he spoke softly, “okay,” before placing another kiss against the soft skin of your hand, this time on the back.

Looking up at him, you smiled. When he returned a smile, you couldn’t help but notice a flash of something else, something mischievous, underneath. Tilting your head to the side curiously, you raised an eyebrow at him, and he laughed lightly at how well you could read him. “What?” you asked through a soft laugh of your own.

“You know..” grasping your hand in his lovingly, he spoke slow, gauging your reaction. Bringing his other hand up to the side of your face, he tucked your hair behind your ear and caressed your cheek before continuing, “I’ve heard orgasms can help with cramps,” the gruffness in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Your pupils dilated as you felt heat rising in your face. You knew it was true, as you’d discovered yourself in the past, but you never thought you’d be having this discussion with your significant other. Internally shaking your head at yourself, you knew Aaron was different. He never had any trouble discussing topics that the average person might find uncomfortable, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’d just said what he had.

You hadn’t even noticed that your lips had parted slightly, until you felt the pad of his thumb trailing gently along your bottom lip. Making eye contact with him, you sounded nearly breathless as you spoke, “oh? I mean.. I know that.. but how do you know that?”

He raised his eyebrows at your words, “oh, you already know that do you? And how would you know that?” His question was asked through a cheeky grin; it was pretty obvious how you knew, but he wanted to hear you say it.

Feeling the heat rise in your face once more, you breathed in deep. Trying, and failing, to remain level headed, you answered quietly, “because I.. I’ve.. I just do, okay?” You punctuated your statement with a light giggle.

Closing his eyes and shaking his head lovingly at your shyness, he looked back up at you, nothing but adoration on his face.

“Okay but how do you know that, mister?” you asked teasingly, poking his shoulder playfully.

His answer was very nonchalant, “I overheard the girls talking about it on the plane one time. Spencer even chimed in with some statistics to confirm that they were, in fact, correct.”

That made you laugh again; Spencer was one of your favourite people to talk to, always full of fun and interesting facts. He seemed to really like you as well; you never got annoyed, or asked him to stop talking about whatever it was he was on a roll about.

You brought your eyes up to meet his once more, before his eyes flickered down to your still parted lips. Looking back up at you momentarily, he leaned forward painfully slow before placing a tender kiss to your lips. Leaning into it, you placed your hand on his knee to steady yourself, and you felt his muscles tense under your touch. Lingering for a few seconds, he slowly pulled his lips from yours before looking you in the eyes again; he didn’t want things to progress too far if you weren’t comfortable with this, so he wanted to give you a chance to say no.

“Aaron I.. I don’t know.. I don't want to make a mess.” The times you’d handled things on your own, you’d stuck to simply teasing your sensitive bud, tampon still in place. If he was suggesting you two ‘do the deed’ together, you were afraid you’d stain the sheets.

Nodding understandingly at you, you could tell he agreed, and that momentary flutter of excitement at his proposal began to disappear. Looking down at your lap, you had to admit you were slightly disappointed.

That was, until he spoke again, “sweetheart, we have a shower.”

Lifting your head up once more, your eyes meeting his, you scanned his face as you attempted to process his words. He was absolutely right, and the fact that you’d never considered it before made you internally scold yourself.

“I mean.. Are you sure?” You didn’t want the excitement in your stomach to grow too much if this wasn’t going to happen. You wanted to give him the opportunity to rethink and change his mind, but deep down you knew he wouldn’t have suggested it in the first if he wasn’t okay with it.

“I’m sure,” he answered sincerely, brushing his thumb across your cheek, “but only if it’s what you want.”

Smiling softly at him, you leaned forward and kissed his lips tenderly before resting your forehead against his. You laughed lightly before adding, somewhat nervously, “I’m not going to gross you out too much, am I?”

Laughing right along with you, he pulled back to look you in the eyes. Shaking his head softly, he said exactly what both of you knew to be absolute truth, “blood doesn’t bother me.” You nodded understandingly; if it did, he was definitely in the wrong line of work. “And your period? That’s natural. Nothing about it is gross. If you ask me, it’s actually quite beautiful. It’s a reminder of just how incredible, and powerful your body is.”

Letting out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in, your eyes scanned his face one last time before you leaned forward and kissed his lips once more, only with much more passion this time. You were completely in love with him, and he only kept reminding you of exactly why, time and time again.

Moving your body closer to his, you deepened the kiss, his hands now on your hips, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. After sitting there for a short while, lips connected to each other’s in a passionate dance, he finally pulled back to look you in the eyes once more. “Come on,” he spoke softly before standing up and reaching his hands out to you.

Placing your hands in his, he slowly helped you up off the couch. Stepping towards him, he knew your sore body would need some time to adjust to standing up, so he wrapped his strong arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. Sliding your hands around his waist, you rested your cheek against the fabric of his shirt and breathed in deep. You felt him rest his chin against the top of your head and you couldn't help but smile.

Looking up at him, you stood on your tiptoes and pecked his lips gently. Taking a few steps back, you began reaching over the side of the couch to unplug the heating pad, but his gentle hand on your arm stopped you. Nodding lightly at you, he spoke softly, "I've got it." Thanking him, you watched as his tall frame leaned over the side of the couch effortlessly, and pulled the cord from the outlet.

Once he stood up again, he grabbed hold of your hand and lead you down the hallway to your shared bedroom, across the soft carpet, and into the bathroom. He flipped on the light, and the cold tile floor sent a chill through your body as you crossed the small space to stand in front of the toilet. Turning to face him, he was leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest, patiently waiting for you to do what you needed to. With your thumbs hooked in the waistband of your boxers, you spoke through a bashful grin, “could you.. look away?”

Laughing through a soft smile, he looked over at you and teased, “sweetheart, you do know we're about to..”

“I know! I know..” you cut him off, “But it’s just.. it’s different. Please?”

Nodding understandingly, he spoke softly, “I’ll get the water going.”

Smiling softly back at him, you thanked him. Once his back was to you, and he was pulling the shower curtain back, you finally slid the boxers and your underwear down and seated yourself. Pulling on the string between your legs, you wrapped the tampon in toilet paper before disposing of it in the garbage can. Standing up once more, you gave your hands a quick wash before pulling the sports bra off your body and adding it to the pile of material on the floor.

He had just finished testing the temperate of the water and was turning to face you, when he stopped in his tracks. Taking in the sight in front of him, his eyes trailed from your shoulders, down to your bare breasts, across the soft skin of your stomach, and down the curve of your hips to your legs. "God, you are so beautiful." He almost sounded out of breath, and you couldn't help but smile as you took a few steps towards him, allowing him to pull you into his arms.

As you nuzzled into his chest, you hummed contentedly before looking up at him. “I love you, Aaron.”

Bringing one of his hands up to the side of your face, he tucked your hair behind your ear lovingly, “I love you too, my sweet girl," before kissing your lips. With your minimal clothing already out of the way, he suddenly felt very overdressed, "I think I need to lose some clothes before I join you in there."

Giggling, you offered, "I think I can help with that.." Bringing your hands up the front of his body, you slid your palms along the material of his buttoned up shirt. He'd already taken his suit jacket off when he came in the front door, so you started with his tie, undoing the knot and pulling it from around his neck. Next you unbuttoned each button on his shirt, one and a time, all the while he placed gentle kisses against your forehead, with his hands resting on your hips encouragingly. Once you slid the shirt down his arms, you tugged at the undershirt he was wearing, and he helped by pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.

With his bare chest now mere inches from you, you couldn't help yourself. With your hands on his belt, you pulled him closer, your fingers fumbling with the buckle as you trailed sloppy kisses across his chest, from one shoulder to the other. His hand found it's was into your hair once more, bringing your lips up to his. In no time at all, you had the belt undone with his pants and boxers dropping to the floor in one swift motion. Stepping out of the crumpled fabric, his lips still attached to yours, he lead you closer to the shower.

Reluctantly pulling his lips from yours, he grabbed hold of the shower curtain and opened it slightly. Stepping over the edge of the bath first, he turned back to you and reached a hand out. You hesitated, wanting to do exactly what he had done moments earlier and take in the sight before you. Your eyes trailed from his jaw, across the scars that scattered his chest and abdomen, to his already hard length standing at attention. You bit your lip as your eyes lingered momentarily, before looking back up at him and seeing the smirk on his face; he was so ready for this to happen, and the thought made you blush.

Using the hair tie that was on your wrist, you quickly slipped your hair into a messy bun before finally stepping over the side of the bath, thankful for his steady hand to help you. As he pulled the shower curtain closed, he admitted, "I'd be lying if I said I'd never though about showering with you."

Unable to hide the smile that spread across your face, you added, "it is kind of cozy in here together isn't it?"

He returned the smile, before closing the gap between your bodies. Wrapping one arm around your waist, his other hand on the back of your neck, he pulled you close and captured your lips with his. The feeling of skin on skin immediately relaxed your tense muscles, and the pressure of his length against your hip caused you to moan. As you deepened the kiss, he encouraged you to take a couple steps backwards. Your back now pressed against the shower wall, you let out a soft gasp at the feeling of the cold ceramic tiles contacting your skin.

You giggled as he whispered a quiet, "I'm sorry," against your lips.

"It's okay," you cooed, running your thumb across his cheek lovingly.

The water was warm and it reached just past your knees, gently cascading down your skin. You breathed in deep, taking a second to just be in the moment, the pain in your lower abdomen a small detail at this point. Simply knowing Aaron was yours, and that he was willing to try anything to help you feel better, seemingly made all your worries disappear.

Resting his forehead against yours, his voice was gentle as he spoke, "I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume you're going to be a little more sensitive than usual.." You could hear the smile in his voice and you let out an airy laugh in response. He kissed your nose gently before adding, "if it's too much and you want to stop, you just say so, alright?"

Leaning your head back to look into his eyes, you nodded, "okay."

Smiling at your answer, he kissed your forehead as his hand slowly trailed down the side of your body, over your hip and to your behind. Slipping his hand farther down the side of your leg, he squeezed lightly and you knew what he wanted. Lifting your leg, you allowed him to tuck his arm under your knee, letting you rest the weight of your leg in his arm. Your gaze drifted down to his arm, and you trailed your touch along with it. Gliding your hand over his shoulder, you traced a finger along the toned muscles in his bicep that were on full display as he held your leg in place. He'd carried you to and from bed before, so you knew he was strong, but something about the position you were currently in, the vulnerability and trust you felt, only made your attraction to him grow.

His eyes had trailed along with yours, following your finger along his skin, and his body relaxed under your touch. Both of you looked back up at each other in sync, and the mischievous look in his eyes told you he knew exactly what you were thinking in that moment. "We'll start slow, okay?"

Nodding in response, you gripped his arm, grounding yourself and preparing for his next move. Using his free hand, he tucked his finger under your chin and pulled your face to his, kissing you passionately. As you deepened the kiss, he slowly slid his hand down your body, cupping one of your breasts in his hand. Squeezing gently, you moaned against his lips as he twirled your nipple between his fingers. Smiling at how quick you reacted to his touch, he didn't waste any time, trailing his hand farther down your body until his fingers were caressing your core.

He started by applying gentle pressure to the outside of your lips, simply rubbing back and forth, testing the waters. When you didn't react negatively to the initial feeling, he kissed you once more, and used his fingers to pull you farther open, granting him direct access to your soaking folds. "Fuck sweetheart, you're already so wet."

You blushed at his words, mostly from that same familiar excitement you felt any time you two were intimate, but there was an added layer to it this time. You couldn't help but let your mind wander to the fact that part of that wetness was due to your period, not just your arousal. Anxiety about whether he would change his mind now that it was actually happening began creeping into the back of your mind. You hadn't voiced any of these thoughts out loud yet, but he could read you so well. The slight change in your body language had him jumping into action to calm your racing mind, "it's okay. I've got you."

Bringing your free hand up to the side of his face, you tipped your head back to look him in the eyes once more. He was calm, nothing but love radiating from him, not even the slightest hint of disgust or hesitation on his face. In fact, you saw something in him that you hadn't seen before; lust, but it was different. Was he enjoying this? Was there more to this than just trying to make you feel better? Had he thought about this before? Whatever it was, you finally felt completely at peace with the situation at hand, as any reservations you had disappeared.

All while maintaining that eye contact, he slowly slid one finger into your heat. As you exhaled deep, your body immediately relaxed at the familiar feeling, your shoulders dropping, and your head tipping back to rest against the wall. Still looking him in the eyes, you gave a slight nod, and he responded almost simultaneously, slipping one more finger in to join the first. The groan that left your lips caused him to smile as your eyes flickered shut.

Showing no signs of wanting him to stop, he began by slowly sliding his fingers out of you, only to slip them back inside moments later. The pace he set was torturously slow, but you were thankful for it, because as you'd both assumed, you were definitely more sensitive than usual. But it was a different kind of sensitive, and you were both about to learn just how different your body reacted at times like this. After giving you some time to adjust, he switched to what he knew always got you going faster than anything else, and began curling his fingers, brushing the pads of his fingers along that spongey spot inside you.

At first, that same familiar feeling had your body reacting immediately, as you sighed contentedly, "oh fuck, yes Aaron, right there." Opening your eyes, you caught a glimpse of that beautiful smile of his, before his face was leaning towards yours, lips connecting once more. As he kissed you passionately, he continued with the movements of his fingers deep inside you. Bringing your hands up, you draped one arm around his shoulders, pulling him even closer, while you carded the fingers on your other hand through his soft hair.

Everything in that moment felt amazing; the way his hair felt between your fingers, the way his lips felt against yours, and the way his fingers felt brushing against your tight walls.

But it was taking your body longer than normal to react the way both of you were so used to. It was almost as if, even though you felt every detail of every movement even more so than usual, your body was refusing to give you that pleasure you were so desperately chasing. Frustration started to build in your own mind, knowing that you were normally a whimpering mess for him by now. He knew it too, but he was unbothered and patient, knowing that this time was different than the moments you'd spent together in the past.

Pulling away from the kiss and squinting your eyes shut, you tried to focus everything you had on the pleasure he was giving you. It didn't take long for him to pick up on the fact that something was off. Stilling his movements, he spoke softly, "hey, look at me." As your eyes flickered open, you saw that he was looking down at you, caution in his eyes, "are you okay? Is it too much?”

Blinking slowly, you looked up into his kind brown eyes once more, and admitted, "No, no I just.. I can't seem to.. get there.”

Leaning down, he kissed your forehead gently before speaking in that calming voice of his, “okay, it’s okay.” You could hear the smile tugging at his lips as he asked, “you said you’ve done this before.. how do you make yourself feel good, sweetheart?"

Your eyes smiled up at him, though a slightly bashful smile graced your face. “Honestly, I’ve always just stuck to the outside. I’ve never tried anything more.”

Nodding understandingly, a smirk on his face, he leaned down to place a kiss to your cheek before whispering, “show me.” Any other time, he would have handled it all on his own, using his thumb in unison with his fingers buried inside you. But you were both still learning how your body reacted to this, and he didn't want push you farther than you could handle right now; he wanted to give you control over how fast, and how hard you came.

You felt the breath leave your chest at his words, but you didn’t hesitate, slipping your hand down to meet his. As you caressed your core, you felt where his fingers disappeared inside your body, and it sent a chill down your spine. Your eyes meeting his, you slowly began rubbing circles against your clit. The way your eyes flickered shut, and your lips parted in pleasure, brought a smile to his face. Once you'd began picking up the pace, he could tell you were warming up to the feeling, so he slowly started moving his fingers once more. As he did, you couldn't help the deep moan that rumbled in your chest.

"Is that better?" he asked through a smirk, knowing the answer already. Unable to speak, you simply groaned once more. He laughed lightly, placing a kiss to your forehead and mumbling a soft, "good girl."

Finally, you felt your body nearing the peak of the mountain you'd been so desperately climbing. Your hand was still on his arm, keeping yourself steady, and as the firm grasp you had on his muscles tightened, he knew you were getting close.

“Yeah.. there you go,” he cooed, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours, “cum for me, sweetheart.”

Nodding your head enthusiastically, you kept up with those same tight and fast circles on your clit. With his fingers still curling inside you, the feeling of his bicep under your touch, and his lips now on your neck, you finally felt that knot in your stomach break.

Your walls clenched down around his fingers, and the feeling was right on the verge of being too much, so you immediately pulled your own fingers away. With one final curl of his fingers inside you, you felt your knee buckle as the pleasure completely consumed your body. If it hadn’t been for his arm holding your leg up, and your back against the wall, you would have been on the shower floor in no time.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips; one that was caused in equal parts by the near mishap thanks to your knee, and the relief you felt as your orgasm rid your body completely of the pain you’d been fighting all day.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you nuzzled your face into his neck. As he slowly pulled his fingers out from between your walls, you groaned at the sudden loss, and you could hear a soft laugh roll off his lips.

He gently lowered his arm that was still holding your leg up, and used that arm to wrap around your waist, placing his palm flat against your back. Shuffling your feet towards him and pulling him impossibly close, you couldn’t help the heavy sigh that escaped your lips.

You could hear him running his other hand under the water, washing away your arousal that no doubt would have been mixed with streaks of red. Your mind might have began to focus on that fact too much, if it hadn’t been for him trailing kisses along the top of your shoulder, up your neck, and to your lips. You both knew he’d timed his kisses strategically, and you were thankful for it, because it allowed you to move past your worries before they had a chance to settle.

Deepening the kiss, you ran your fingers through his hair, before he snaked his other hand, still damp from the water, around your waist to meet the other one. Sliding his arms even farther around your body, he wrapped you in a loving hug, before he pulled away from the kiss and asked softly, “how are you feeling?”

Exhaling contentedly, you looked him in the eyes and answered through an airy laugh, “much better. I love you.”

Smiling, he kissed your lips tenderly, “I love you too.” Trailing kisses back down your neck, he whispered softly, “do you want to keep going?"

Your chest heaving again, you couldn’t hide the need you felt for him. That first orgasm had taken care of the cramps, but you were left wanting more, and you were more than willing to see if your body would allow you another. Kissing him passionately, you answered, "please."

Happy with how eager you were, he wasted no time, his firms hands on your shoulders turning you around. With your palms now flat agains the shower wall, you felt his sturdy frame cage yours in from behind, as he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you close, and the feeling of his erection against your soft skin made you shiver. You instinctively began grinding your backside into him, and the moan that escaped his lips went straight to your core.

He stepped forward, wanting to be as close as humanly possible, pinning you up against the wall. The stark contrast of the cool tiles against your front, and his warm body consuming yours from behind, had you begging in no time, "fuck, Aaron.. I need you inside me.. please..”

Dropping his head, he placed sloppy kisses along your neck, as he hooked one of his feet on the inside of your ankle, pulling your legs farther apart. "Whatever you want, my sweet girl." Bending his knees slightly, he planted his feet firmly on either side of yours, as he wrapped his hand around his length in search of your core. "Tell me if it’s too much or not enough, or if you need me to stop all together, okay?"

Turning your head to the side, you spoke softly, "promise."

Connecting his lips with yours in acknowledgement, he ran his tip through your folds a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. The couple seconds before he finally slid into you felt like an eternity, but the payoff was so sweet. The familiar stretch of his length entering you completely made your entire body sigh, and you could't help but exhale at the feeling.

Stilling himself, completely sheathed in your heat, he stayed like that for a short while, wanting to make sure you were okay before he moved forward. As he placed gentle kisses to your cheek, one hand found it's way to your hip, as the other snaked around the front of your body to lay flat against your lower abdomen; it was almost as if he was reminding you that everything he was doing was to keep those pesky cramps at bay.

You couldn't remember a time when you'd felt this calm, this loved, this safe. You'd spent many nights together, both innocently cuddling on the couch, or not-so-innocently tangled in the sheets, but something about this moment was different. The level of care and acceptance he was showing you made every worry evaporate with the steam.

Before you knew it, he was slowly pulling his length out from between your sensitive walls, only to enter you again moments later. The feeling was indescribable. His fingers were one thing, but this was a whole other sensation.

It was new for him, too, and it didn't take long before he was caught up in how good you felt around him. Mumbling against your neck, "fuck sweetheart, you’re so warm," he began picking up the pace, “you feel so good like this.” You were right earlier when you had noticed that glint of something else in his eyes; he was excited to see how different you would feel, and the fact that he was clearly enjoying it caused heat to rush to your face.

At first, your body welcomed the faster pace, your shoulders slumping, and the breath escaping your chest. With each long stroke of his length, in and out, over and over, you felt your walls starting to clench, on the brink of orgasm.

As incredible as it felt, it didn't take long for that same feeling to creep back in; the feeling of being so close, but being unable to make that final push over the edge. But you knew how to handle it this time, thanks to Aaron and his patience mere minutes earlier. Reaching one arm behind you, you gently grabbed hold of his hip and admitted, "slow.. I'm close.. but I need it slow."

Answering wordlessly at first, he immediately responded, stilling his hips, before continuing at a slower pace. Sliding in and out of you, inch by inch, he could feel your walls begin to flutter, the telltale sign of your approaching orgasm. "Better?"

Moaning, you simply repeated, "better," and you could feel his smile as he pressed his lips to your neck once more.

Bringing your hand back around to the front of your body, you lowered it to your clit once again. This time, rather than his fingers, you could feel his hard length moving in and out, and you felt him shiver as your fingers brushed against him.

As you began to rub gentle circles on your clit yet again, there was no hiding just how close you now were. Your breathing was much heavier, and your walls were beginning to clench tighter, over and over. "Fuck, oh.. right there. Don't stop.." you begged, and before you knew it, you felt pure euphoria wash over you. Pulling your fingers away from your over-sensitive clit, he gave you a couple final thrusts before stilling himself inside you, and letting you ride out your orgasm around his length.

Trailing sloppy kisses across your shoulder and up your neck, he spoke gently, "that's my good girl." His words sent chills throughout your entire system, causing you to shiver and clench around his length yet again.

Although your body had allowed you a second orgasm, it was now telling you that you’d had enough. That became painfully clear when he shifted slightly behind you, causing you to whimper softly.

“Sorry, sorry,” he cooed, placing tender kisses against your shoulder, “I take it we’ve found your limit?”

Almost unable to speak, the remnants of your climax still working their way through you, you simply nodded and hummed a quiet, “mhmm..” Breathing deep, you could feel every tiny movement of him still between your walls. With his tender kisses against your skin, you suddenly came to the realization that he hadn't reached his own climax yet.

Before you could say anything, he was pulling himself out of you gently, and turning you around to face him. You parted your lips to speak, but he captured your mouth with his own before any sound could escape. Giving into his kiss momentarily, you hummed against his lips, before pulling back to look him in the eyes. “Aaron..”

“Shhh, shhh,” he interrupted, knowing exactly where your mind was at, “it’s okay.”

Shaking your head lightly, you couldn’t let this end without him being fully satisfied as well. “No.. no, you didn’t..”

“Hey, look at me,” he placed a finger under your chin, lifting your head to look at him, “it’s okay.”

Looking down at you, he could see the confusion and admiration fighting against each other on your face. You almost couldn’t understand how someone could be so close to reaching that tipping point, and be able to shut it off so fast. But the other side of you understood completely. You knew he’d been through countless things in his lifetime that tested his endurance, and his ability to push his own feelings aside and focus on the needs of others.

But just because he was ‘okay’ with things ending like this, that didn’t mean you were. You couldn’t leave him hard and needy, when you had the means to give him what you both knew he was craving.

As all of this was running through your mind, he had taken your silence as acceptance. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he cupped your face in his hand and ran his thumb against your cheek lovingly, before turning to face the water.

With his back to you, he wrapped his hand around his length under the water, washing away the evidence of your climax mixed with those same streaks of red.

Taking a step towards him, you placed your hands on his shoulders, and slowly trailed them down the side of his arms. Leaning forward, you placed a tender kiss between his shoulder blades. Once your hands reached his, you tucked your arms under his, continuing with the soft trail of your palms against his skin.

“Sweetheart..” he mumbled, “..you don’t..” his breath caught in his throat as one of your hands replaced his own, “..have to..”

You began by slowly moving your hand along his length, “I want to.”

He groaned at your admission. Aaron was much more of a giver than receiver. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the times you spent focused on him and his pleasure, but he didn’t expect it from you. He was perfectly happy making sure you were taken care of. He would never outright ask you to do anything, but if he knew you truly wanted to do it, nothing got him going faster.

As you continued stroking him, up and down, over and over, you slid your other hand around his waist to rest on his lower abdomen. Feeling the muscles in his stomach tensing with every movement of your hand made pride well in your chest; you loved knowing you were the only person he trusted to make him come undone like this.

You trailed more kisses along his back, from one shoulder to the other, and you felt his body sigh. As his arms relaxed at his sides, and his head tipped back slightly, you took advantage of it and trailed those same soft kisses up his neck and right under his ear. You admitted in a quiet whisper, “I love you Aaron. Thank you for being so gentle with me.”

Now it was his turn to be left speechless, the feeling of your soft skin running along his throbbing erection getting the best of him. All he could manage was a deep moan, one that reached the deepest parts of you, and you could tell he was close. Kissing his neck once more, you asked sensually, “are you going to cum for me?”

A deep moan rumbled in his chest again, as he brought one of his hands up to the front of his body. Placing it gently overtop of your hand that was laying flat against his stomach, he curled his fingers between yours and squeezed; his way of saying ‘yes’.

Smiling to yourself, you kept up with those same motions, up and down, over and over, every once in a while stopping at his tip and twisting your fist around the sensitive skin. You could hear his breathing getting heavier, as his grip on your hand tightened even more.

With a few final strokes of your hand, he let out a strangled, “fuck..” as you felt him begin to twitch in your hand.

One thing you’d learned about him over the time you’d been together, is that he was a sucker for overstimulation. It always left him a whimpering mess in your hand, or mouth, and he’d never asked you to stop, so you always made a point of pushing him that little bit farther past his tipping point.

As you felt the long ropes of cum dripping from his tip, you gathered some in your palm and used it to slide your hand back down his length, and back up again. Stopping at the top, you used your thumb to swirl the last of his release around the tip, and you felt his entire body shudder. The groan that left his lips told you that he’d finally reached the point of enough, so you pulled your hand off of him.

Giving him some time to compose himself, you slipped your hand under the running water, allowing the warmth wash away his release. You repeated your trail of kisses along his back from one shoulder to the other; his hand still holding yours tight. Once you finally heard his breathing slow, he turned around in your arms, and pulled you close.

Kissing your forehead tenderly, he rested his chin on the top of your head as you nuzzled into his chest. With your hands running up and down his back, and his hands around your shoulders, he finally responded to your remarks from earlier, “I love you too, my sweet girl. Thank you for trusting me.”

Pulling back slightly, you looked up at him, a loving smile spread across your face. “Always.”

He couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips as well, as he leaned in to capture your lips with his once more.

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OKAY SO.

If we are talking about drunk!hotch, I can definitely see this happening. Let’s say you get him home and help him walk up the stairs to your shared bedroom. You’re trying to get him undressed to get him in his pjs and he’s so lit that when you go to undo his belt, he slaps your hands out of the way (or tries to) like “no :(( I have the prettiest girlfriend in the world. Don’t undress me. I’m not sleeping with you.” 🤣 and you’re like “Aaron… honey.. I am your girlfriend. I’m just getting you ready for bed, okay?” 🤣

Drunk Hotch is just so cute to me!

THIS COULD BE A FIC. It would be sooooo cute. drunk!hotch is adoraaaable.

He is like “you are very pretty miss, but my girlfriend, she is the best, i love her” and you are just between fits of laughter and 🥹☺️ because what is even happening but he is also the sweetest.

When you tell him you are his girlfriend and just getting ready for bed, he is all like “oh” and his eyes widen, and he goes “honeyyyyyy”, when the realisation sinks it that yes, you are his girlfriend.

He giggles (but in a manly way of course), and whispers to you loudly, asking if you want to know a secret. He is so excited, so you say yes, thinking it’s going to be some nonsense again because he is soooo drunk.

He stumbles away, and comes back with a velvet box, and you just :oooooo because it. is. a. ring. box o m g. He opens it and there is the most beautiful engagement ring ever??? And he tells you, because he seems to have forgotten again that you are his girlfriend, that he has had this for months now, and that he wants to ask his girlfriend to be his wife, because he loves her so so so so much. You get all weepy, and teary, even though he is so drunk and has just ruined his own surprise. But you manage to take the ring box and put it on his bedside table and convince him to get undressed and ready for bed.

He looks up at you as you are pulling the covers over him, and in a moment of clarity, you see him in there, looking very sober. “Marry me” he asks? And you laugh softly, and cradle the side of his face. “Of course”. He smiles happily, drunk Aaron slipping in again and he falls asleep.

When you wake up the next morning he is gone - you assume for his run, because that is just Aaron, no matter what has happened the night before, he’ll go for his run. You glance towards his bedside table, but notice the ring box is gone. You reach up, to rub your eyes, making sure you are seeing right, when something pokes you in the face, it is the ring, omg, on your finger, omg. You just stare at it dumbly for really long, when his voice breaks you out of your trance.

“You agreed last night” is what he says, and you turn your head to where he is standing, in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning against the door jam <333333 biggest smile on his face.

#asks #send hotch thoughts #morgan!#criminal minds #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #drunk!hotch #tw: drinking

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sequinsmile-x · 6 months

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty Five

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

Today makes it one whole year since I posted the first chapter of Stained Glass Windows. I cannot believe a year has passed and I'm still writing this fic, and that you're all still reading and interacting with it!

I love this version of them and am forever grateful that you do too. I have so much more of their story to tell, so who knows if we'll still be here on 28th November next year!! I'll still be writing it, if you're still reading it.

As ever, thank you so much for your support, I'm endlessly grateful and blown away!

Please let me know what you think of Chapter 55 (!!)

-x-

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Emily wakes up slowly, a luxury that had not been afforded to her very often since Lily had been born just short of five months ago. She stretches, but the movement is interrupted by a meow. She opens her eyes to find herself face to face with Sergio, the cat sitting on Aaron’s pillow as he looked down at her.

“Morning, Serg,” she says, yawning as she reaches up to scratch his head, smiling as he leans into her hand for a second before he climbs on top of her, resting his head on her chest. She chuckles to herself as she looks back and forth between her husband’s empty side of the bed and the empty bassinet on her other side, “Everyone else is awake, huh?”

She grimaces as she shifts her hips, the pain that had settled into her lower back and belly the night before making itself known now she was awake.

Her periods had been more inconsistent than she was used to since she’d had Lily, even though she’d gone back on birth control as soon as she was cleared to by her doctor. The last several days she’d had the usual warning signs that it was coming - the slight nausea she’d feel in the lead up, the dip in her mood, so when it had started in the middle of the night when she’d been woken up by her daughter, she wasn’t surprised.

Aaron had also been woken up by Lily, but barely. He hadn’t been home when they went to sleep, a long case having kept him away for several days. Lily’s cries had torn him from sleep, but his eyes were all but glued shut as he mumbled, his words barely escaping as he asked his wife if she needed help. Emily had shaken her head at him and leant down to kiss his forehead, a whisper to go back to sleep against his skin as she told him what was happening, that Lily was fine and she herself just needed a pad and some painkillers, a level of honest intimacy she had once thought she would never have with another person. He’d fallen asleep almost immediately, although at the time she wasn’t entirely sure he’d ever actually been awake.

He’d clearly remembered when he woke up that morning, giving her time to wake up slowly by taking Lily elsewhere in the house, making sure his wife had a much needed lie in and time to herself. She knew it was for him too, that he loved to spend time with his little girl, one on one time he desperately missed when he was away on a case.

“We should probably go find them,” she says to Sergio, smiling when he meows, almost in protest, rubbing his face in her chest. She gives him one last head scratch before she sits up, shaking her head as he cat runs and jumps off the bed, already out of the room before she’s swung her legs out from under the covers. She groans as she stands up, her cramps briefly getting worse as soon as she’s upright, but it passes and she shakes it off. After going to the bathroom she heads downstairs, eager to see her husband and daughter.

As she steps into the kitchen she smiles at the sight she’s met with. Aaron has Lily safely secured in one of his arms, the little girl smiling and giggling as he talks nonsense to her whilst he makes a cup of coffee. He smiles at Emily as she walks in, already reaching for another cup to pour her some coffee too.

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, kissing her cheek when she walks over, “How are you feeling?”

She groans as she leans against the counter, reaching out to run her fingers through Lily’s hair before she responds, “Let’s just say one thing I miss about being pregnant is the lack of periods.”

“That and the unlimited access to fast food,” he says, smiling at her before he turns his attention to Lily, bouncing the baby girl in his arms to make her giggle, “I half expected you to come out looking like a nugget.”

Emily hums and takes Lily from him, pressing repeated kisses against the side of her daughter’s head as she settles her into her embrace, “Daddy says that like he’s not the one who took me to McDonalds whenever I asked, Nugget.”

Aaron smiles at the use of the nickname they’d used when Emily was pregnant, one they had rarely used since Lily was born. He wraps his arms around both of them and kisses his wife’s temple and then the top of his daughter’s head, giving himself a moment to breathe them both in after a few days away on a case. They’d both been asleep when he got home, the house peaceful and quiet as he walked slowly to maintain it, slipping into bed next to his wife and dropping a kiss to her forehead before he fell asleep himself.

“Don’t worry Lily-Pad, even if you had come out looking like a nugget you’d have been the cutest one I’d ever seen,” he says, kissing Emily once more before he steps away, “I was about to come up and ask if you wanted me to make you anything for breakfast.”

The thought of eating anything turns her stomach and she shakes her head, “No thank you, I’m not really feeling up to it.”

He furrows his brow, “Are you okay?”

She makes a face at Lily as the baby makes a noise before she looks back up at her husband, purposely hiding a wince as her stomach cramps again, “I’m okay I promise, my doctor said it could be worse for a little while after I had her,” she smiles at Lily and grabs one of her hands, smiling as her tiny fist wraps around one of her fingers, “You’re worth it though, huh sweet girl?”

He can’t help but smile as he looks at his girls together, still unsure sometimes how this was his life, how he’d been so lucky, “But you’ll tell me if it gets worse? Let me know if I can help?”

Emily nods, “Of course.”

She doesn’t mean for it to be lie, but it ends up being one.

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She feels worse throughout the day, the pain so much more intense than she’d anticipated. She doesn’t want to worry Aaron, sure that she’s just being dramatic, that her body had forgotten how awful this could be, so she plays it down. Acts as if she’s okay until she can’t anymore, Lily’s bedtime just on the horizon.

“Honey?” Emily asks as she plasters on a smile for her husband when he looks at her, shifting his attention from the TV show they’d been watching that she hadn’t paid any attention to, “Would you mind doing bedtime?” She asks, maintaining her smile when he tilts his head at her, Lily content and laying in her arms, fresh from her bath, “I feel like I could do with a bath myself.”

He looks concerned as he nods, her love for singing their little girl to sleep at night well established, “Of course, sweetheart.”

“Thanks.”

“You don’t have to thank me, she’s my daughter too. It’s not like I’m a babysitter,” he jokes softly, his concern only deepening when she smiles tightly at him, “Are you sure you’re okay, Em?”

She nods as she presses a kiss to Lily’s hair, “I’m fine,” she says, not sure she believes herself, before she kisses Lily again, “Love you sweet girl, Daddy is going to do bedtime,” she hands Lily to Aaron and stands up, her fists clenched at her side as she digs her nails into her palms as standing causes a wave of pain, “She…” she drifts off as she stops herself from telling him what he already knows, a real smile flashing across her face, “Right, you know what you’re doing. Sorry.”

He reaches out and squeezes her wrist “Never apologise for loving her, Em.”

She smiles and nods at him, “I’m going to get in the bath, meet you in our room in a bit?”

She waits for him to nod in response and she leaves the room, her smile slipping off her face when she knows she’s no longer in view. She gies herself a moment and leans against the nearest wall, breathing out a slow breath as she presses her hand into her belly, a vein attempt at easing the pain.

“Fuck me,” she says under her breath as she starts to walk towards the stairs, “I forgot how much this sucks.”

The bath does make her feel better. The hot water soothes her sore, aching body. She stays in the water until it starts to cool, until the scents of the essential oils she’d selected have long since faded, a shiver going up her spine eventually forcing her up onto her feet. She smiles as she hears Aaron walk around the bedroom, clearly taking the time to do some cleaning whilst he was alone.

Her smile fades as the pain returns when she’s upright, somehow worse than it had been all day. Any pretence that she was okay, that this was normal, slips away as she stands out of the bath, her thighs sticky as she tries to take a step, her skin pressing together in a way that immediately feels uncomfortable, her eyebrows furrowing at the unpleasant sensation. Her eyes go wide as she looks down, blood staining her pale skin that had been clean moments ago. For a moment she’s transfixed as a drop of blood falls into the still full bathtub she’s standing in, disappearing into water and half-burst bubbles as it’s diluted, almost beautiful in it’s distruction.

Something was wrong.

“What is going on?” She asks herself as she climbs out of the bath, supporting herself on shaking hands as she gets her balance. She walks over to the toilet, her legs leading her of their own accord. As soon as she sits down she feels another wave of pain and she leans over, desperate to find some relief in any way she can.

She groans, her hand pressed into her belly as the pain gets even worse, briefly stealing the breath from her lungs. It was familiar, a phantom of a sensation from when she was in early labour with Lily, hours before everything went to hell and any vague control she had of the situation was stolen from her.

It reminds her of Rome. Of hiding in the bathroom at school with her teeth sinking into the heel of her hand as she rode through the worst of the pain, only to walk out into the hall moments later and act as if she was okay, as if she wasn’t worried she could pass out at any second.

She gasps as everything clicks into place all at once.

The mastitis. The antibiotics she’d been on as a result. The fact they would have rendered her birth control useless, something she would have thought about if she wasn’t sleep deprived, if her baby was sleeping through the night. Exhaustion masked by the tiredness she already felt, sore breasts that she had attributed to breastfeeding, something that had become part of her day-to-day life since having Lily.

The damn cat was all over her. Showing her affection he’d only ever shown her when she was pregnant.

She was pregnant.

She had a feeling she wasn’t anymore.

She wants to stand up but doesn’t think she can, the pain so intense it was radiating down to her thighs, simultaneously making them feel numb and like they were on fire.

“Aaron,” she calls out, hoping he hears her through the door of the en-suite. She gives it a moment and after she doesn’t hear anything she tries again, her voice louder this time, “Aaron.”

She sighs in relief when she hears him, his feet against the floor as he climbs out of bed and makes his way to her. She's grateful she didn’t lock the door, that she never did.

It had been a long time since they’d had any secrets from each other.

Any concern he’d been feeling increases when he walks in and finds her sitting on the toilet, her hand pressed firmly into her lower belly. There were tears on her cheeks he won’t acknowledge, well aware she probably didn’t even know they’d fallen.

“Em, sweetheart,” he says kneeling on the floor in front of her, hitting the ground so quickly his knees crack, the sound echoing around them. His eyes go impossibly wider when he looks at her skin, at the red streaks against her alabaster skin, “What’s wrong?”

She presses her lips together as she shakes her head, desperately wanting to hold the words back, wishing with every part of her that she didn’t have to say it out loud. That she didn’t have to make it real. But she knows she has to.

“I…I think I’m having a miscarriage.”

-x-

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 1 year

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David Rossi x Son reader

Another Rossi one because he doesn't have many.

Summary: The team are invited round Rossis mansion for dinner, they all end up meeting his 5 year old Son Y/N.

Third person pov...

The team had planned to have dinner round Rossis mansion on Saturday if they didn't have to work, and great news for them they didn't get called in, So all 6 members are currently on their ways to Rossis.

Only bringing themselves as Rossi was preparing everything even the wine with surprised them as the usual sassy man would tell them to bring their own.

Currently the Italian was dancing around his kitchen picking out the ingredients he will be using for the food he will be making, as he did a little person walks down the stairs just woekn up from a nap and dressed in a cute dinosaur onesie and let's out a giggle as he sees his Daddy dancing around.

"Haha silly Daddy" Yelled 5 year old Y/N Rossi, Daves son that knowone knows about except Erin Strauss, she helped Dave with keeping Y/N under the radar and from all his fans and from the BAU.

Dave smiles and turns around to see his 5 year son standing on the bottom steps laughing, Dave continues to dance his way over to his son making the toddler laugh again.

As the Dad reaches out to the little boy, Y/N sees his hands and knows hes going to be tickled jumps off the step and runs away from his Daddy giggling like a maniac. Dave has a large smile on his face as he chases after the tiny toddler.

Said tiny toddler runs around the kitchen isle giggling as Dave pretends to be out of breath, the little 5 year old stops running to look a the man pretending to be out of breathe, Dave opens on eye and catches Y/N watching him, the older Italian stand up straight and runs to the little boy caught off guard.

Y/N tried to run but is caught by his Daddy, Dave begins to tickle the light munchkin who got him to run around his kitchen, "Have a nice nap quello piccolo (little one)" He asked his son, the H/C child smiled at the man.

"sì papà un ottimo pisolino (yes daddy, a very good nap)" said Y/N the 5 year old wrapped his arms around his daddys neck as Dave walked around the kitchen making sure the food wasn't burnt.

Dave smiles at his son speaking Italian, Dave tries to talk as much Italian around his son so the young boys knows his language and it has paid off the little 5 year old knows alot more Italian than english, sometimes he forgets to speaks it but Dave doesnt mind he is beyond happy his son speaks Italian.

As the two check on the food Dave turns around to the radio and turns up the volume making his son laugh, the agent then continues what he was doing until his son walked in and distracted him.

He begins spinning and dancing while holding tightly to Y/N so he doesnt fall, he is greeted by the boys joy filled laughter so he continues dancing.

As they dance the dorr bell goes making them aware the team has arrived, Dave then quickly put Y/N down and gave him a push towards the stairs. "Gli ospiti sono qui, vai a vestirti figliolo. (Guests here, go get dressed son)" he whispers to his son, the boy nods and runs up stairs to get changed out of his onesie.

Dave smiles and turns around to the door, as he opnes it he is greeted by all 6 faces of his team, the man welcomes them all in with a smile, Penelope and Derek, JJ and Emily, then Aaron and Spencer, Jack and Henry were left home as it was a team gathering.

Dave shuts the door and gets everyone to gather round the kitchen isle as he was the one cooking not them, soon the team start chatting like normally, every so second Dave caught himself looking at the stairs waiting for Y/N to come down stairs.

it seemed he did it to much when Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Whats going on Dave thats the 5th time you've looked at the stairs since we arrived" said the Agent making everyone stop and look at their eldest member.

Dave signs nothing gets by Hotch. "nothings wrong Aaron, ive jsut got someone to show you all" says the Italian, this makes the other raise their eyebrows, Dave looks at them all before wrinkling his nose. "nothing like that you little shits!" he exclaimed making them all laugh.

The man sighs before standing up and walking to the staircase. "you stay here and ill bring him down" he said before walking up the stairs, he continued grumbling until he got to his sons bedroom.

"Y/N you almost ready?" he asked, he waits before the doors opens and out comes his son, the little boy was dressed in a nice button shirt and blue jeans, his H/C hair was done up. the only thing was his shirt he had buttoned it wrong half of them were undone.

Rossi lets out a laugh and kneels down infront of his son. "good job trying bambino, you could of asked for help" says the older italian before helping his son button up his shirt properly.

"ready to meet everyone son?" said Dave getting a smile from his son. "yes Papa" said the 5 year old before Rossi takes his little hand and the two begin walking downstairs to the kitchen were the team was.

As they walk down the team stop their conversations and look up, they all gasp in surprise seeing Rossi walking with a young child was not what they expected. Penelope and the woman had huge grins on their faces while Morgan smirked at him.

Hotch had a smile on his face he saw the boy who was obiously Daves son, the elder stands infront of them and pushes the child infront of his gently. the E/C boy looks around him at all the smiling faces.

" Ciao, sono Y/N Rossi, ho cinque anni. (Hello i am Y/N Rossi i am 5 years old)" the young boy starts in Itilian but Dave nudges him a smile on his face. "in English Buddy" he reminds the boy making Y/N blush. "Scusa papà (sorry daddy), Im Y/N Rossi and i am 5 years old" he said this time in english.

Hotch smiles at the boy and offers his hand, the boy takes it with a smile. "Hi Y/N im Aaron we work with your daddy" says the man, Y/N gasps in surprise and looks up at his Daddy who smiles, the young boy then sat on a bar stool next to Aaron asking the team questions about his daddy.

for the rest of the night the team answered Y/Ns never ending questions with smiles as Rossi watched his family meet his son.

the end! hope you liked this one shot, so sorry for not updating for ages, its been a while.

sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes.

requests are open!

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honeybrowne · 2 years

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been binge watching cm and all I can think about is civilian!reader surprising hotch in his hotel room. maybe he’s been working on a case in a city that’s a short flight away and reader recognized how tired he seemed on the phone. they somehow charmed their way into getting a room card with the purpose of taking care of him and somehow their intentions becomes not so innocent

i need to rewatch cm bc i miss hotch 🥺 but i love this idea <3 no explicit smut, but it does get a little steamy

18+ content under the cut, minors dni!

"What's this?" Aaron questioned with a grin, the lingerie you'd bought earlier in the day dangling from his finger.

You looked up at him and felt heat rise to your cheeks when you saw what he was referring to. "Oh um… well, I went shopping while waiting for Emily to text that you were coming back to the hotel and saw it in the window of a boutique I passed."

He didn't say anything, holding it out in front of him to imagine how incredible you'd look in it.

"Do you like it?" you wondered nervously the longer he stayed quiet.

The way his gaze slowly shifted to you as he wet his lips told you that he did, but you wanted to hear it from him. Lingerie hadn't been something you ever spent money on before—this was a first. The plan was to surprise him with it when you were back home, but you had completely forgotten you left it sitting on the bathroom counter.

"I do," Aaron assured as he stalked towards you, "but I think I'd like it even more if you had it on."

He placed it on the bed beside you, standing between your legs and tilting your chin up for a kiss. You had been counting on trying it on first, needing to work up the confidence to show it to him, but if this would help take the stress of the case away, you were willing to do it.

You did come to New York with then intention of taking care of him, did it matter how you did it?

"Okay," you breathed, grabbing it with a shaky hand.

When you closed the bathroom door, you took a deep breath. The thought of putting on this sparse piece of fabric and wrapping yourself up like a little present for him was much more intimidating now that you were about to do it. But you wanted to see his reaction, to know if it would drive him crazy like you hoped it would.

After you got it on and fiddled with it for five minutes, you stared in the mirror, trying to see yourself from every angle to ensure it looked good.

Aaron was looking down at his phone when you finally found the courage to walk out, likely reading something about the case. For a split second, you were worried he was getting called back to the precinct for a lead, but then he looked up at you, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. His eyes scanned your figure slowly, and you felt like you were standing there awkwardly, unsure what to do with your hands.

"Wow," he breathed, putting his phone down and rising from the bed to approach you.

His fingertips lightly dusted the delicate fabric that barely concealed your nipples, not leaving much to the imagination. Then leisurely drifted down the expanse of your stomach and to the panties, the material soft like your skin against his fingers. He was taking it all in, feeling a little overwhelmed at how breathtaking you were, his shorts becoming increasingly tighter.

"As good as you look in this, I can't help but want to rip it off of you," he admitted, his voice rough.

You giggled as his hands continued to roam over your body, having difficulty deciding where he wanted to touch most. "It was expensive, so I'd prefer it if you didn't do that."

Aaron smiled. "Then I guess I'll have to be gentle," he mused. "If not, I'll just buy you a new one… and maybe a few more."

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OUT OF IT • A. HOTCHNER X READER

sad aaron; angst; fluff (only in his memories, the italicized sections); mentions of marriage; nonspecific case details; pet names; kissing; low self-worth implied on his end; insecurities; no happy ending; ~1.5k please listen to and / or read the lyrics to merry bad ending by the boyz and someone new by hozier. imagine hozier sadder, please.

Aaron is distracted.

He knows as much, and he feels sorry to his team every time it happens. He can’t help it, though. Whenever there’s a lull in the action, the ease of tension in a high-stakes case, his mind wanders.

Memories of soft skin and nicely scented hair, scratchy clothes falling to the ground. Of more innocent moments too, dates on beaches late at night — like you’re college kids again, feet sinking in wet sand and laughing under the moonlight between stolen kisses and whispered words.

‘Aaron,’ your whispered voice mumbles, and he feels you trace your fingers over his jawline. ‘Pay attention, gorgeous,’

“Hotch!” He snaps out of it to Morgan’s voice. “Man, what’s going on with you?”

He clears his throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t sleep well.” That’s the lie he tells most often now. When he’s asleep, he’s the calmest and happiest he’s been in months. “What’s happening?”

“We’re ready for the profile. Gonna sit this one out?”

Aaron sighs. “Maybe. I don’t think I’ll be much help to the team.”

Derek studies him, jaw tensing for a few moments as he thinks. “Come back when you’re ready, Hotch. Team needs you.”

He nods.

He finds himself sitting in a room with the case files, reading aimlessly over the same sentences as his mind wanders again.

‘Aaron!’ Your voice squeals, light and happy. Your giggles break up your words, and he grins against the skin of your neck where he peppers wet kisses. ‘It tickles!’

‘Shh,’ he coos, tracing his fingers up and down your side. You squirm under the feather-light touch, body shaking with laughs even as they become silent. ‘Do you want me to stop?’

You lean back and sit up slightly as he trails his fingers over your spine. ‘If you don’t kiss me, right now, I’m going to scream.’

Aaron chuckles and leans up to kiss you, sweet and gentle, lips slightly chapped as they meld to yours.

‘Baby, baby,’ you pull back after a few minutes, having only pulled back enough to breathe. ‘It’s late. You have work.’

‘Mm, wanna keep kissing you,’ he shakes his head, nose rubbing against yours. ‘Sweeter than anything that happens at work,’

‘Well, you do work for the FBI,’ you laugh, kissing his nose and smiling as his whole face scrunches up at the sensation. ‘C’mon. Bed with you.’

‘You’re not coming?’

‘‘Course I am, but I need to get ready separate from you. You can’t keep your hands to yourself.’

‘I’m not handsy.’ Aaron sulks.

‘Yeah, you are,’ you laugh and fully climb off, ignoring the forlorn look he gives you. ‘Go on, go brush your teeth. I’ll be in in a bit.’

The weight of missing you crushes him. The only moments he can breathe are the moments when he pictures the softness of your skin and your lips, the sweetness of your smile and the sound of his name on your tongue, the moments he pictures you next to him.

It’s agonizing, to have his heart stutter — not from you surprising and flustering him, but from the pain of realizing you’re gone —, to have his breathing hitch out from sobs as he realizes how much he ruined it all.

He blinks back the sting of tears and focuses on the case file.

There were women missing. Not missing like you, in the way that he made too many mistakes and you chose happiness, but missing in a way that their lives hung in the balance.

He had to find them. He couldn’t let more people down.

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When the case ends — with no more bodies, and Aaron can’t even recreate the sigh of relief he let out when they caught him and freed the hostages —, his home is too empty.

Silent.

There’s no chatter of the shows you like to watch, too quiet for him to make out words — you hated to disturb him, and would always have it so low you could barely hear it —, no smell of the dinner you’d cooked hours before, no you waiting on the couch to throw yourself into his arms with a grin.

‘Baby!’ Your voice is practically a squeal, excited and almost overly giddy. ‘You’re back,’

His arms catch and wrap around your waist before he can even consciously realize you’re against him. ‘Hi, gorgeous,’ he whispers, feathering a kiss to your hairline. ‘Wanna tell me what’s got you so excited?’

‘Well…’ you begin, pulling him to the couch with you.

He hangs onto every word, he knows he did, but his memory of this moment hones in on something else as your sweet voice washes over him in his waves.

Your clothing, the way it rests on your curves, the dottings of scars from where you struggled with acne as a teen — scars you’d hidden when you first started dating, ashamed to show him your face without makeup, scars he adored and kissed, markings he’d called angel kisses whenever they upset you —, the tired curve of your shoulders that he knows now is from more than just work.

It’s from him.

He exhausted you, tapped into your sunshine and joy so much you had none left for yourself. More than anything, he regrets not being able to make you happy. You’d given and given and given until you had nothing left for either of you, and all Aaron knew how to do was take.

There’s a tremble — a quiver, even — to his face muscles. He realizes, belatedly, he’s sobbing in his doorway, and he locks the door as he stumbles to his bedroom.��

He closes his eyes, letting the tears roll down his face, warm, salty, awful.

He knows he should be over it.

But he’s not. He wishes he was, for both of your sakes, but he can’t stop crying. Missing you.

Everything aches.

“God, __, what did I do?”

.°. ݁₊ . ݁ ⁺₊

He wishes it were different. That he was.

Aaron makes it through two more cases before another breakdown.

The case was in Las Vegas, and everyone went out to drink or gamble (with the exception of Reid, who was banned from casinos and wanted to visit his mom, anyways). And Aaron was sitting alone in his hotel room, blanket wrapped around his body, knees drawn to his chest.

It hurts. To think of you. But he can’t stop.

Aaron thought he was going to marry you.

He had that thought often, whenever the fondness overtook him — his heart would swell with love, and he would look at you, practically with cartoon hearts in his eyes, certain he would have a forever with you.

Today was one of those days.

You’re dressed in his boxers and an old sweater of his, the definition of domestic beauty, hair a mess, eyes and face puffy from sleep, squinting at him over the edge of your coffee cup.

‘You look too pretty for seven a.m.,’

‘Morning to you too, my love,’ he whispers, pulling you into a kiss briefly. ‘Want breakfast?’

‘Are you cooking?’

‘As long as you supervise,’ it’s teasing, but there’s a hint of truth to it (you don’t trust him alone in the kitchen you made all nice and picked the appliances for, unless he’s using the microwave or getting a snack). ‘Sound good?’

‘Sounds perfect.’

He makes eggs and pancakes, and rolls his eyes as he fights down a smile when you wolf-whistle at him for rolling up his shirt sleeves to keep them out of the batter’s way.

When he serves it, he refills your coffee.

You kiss him as he places it down, and he’s glad his hand was already to the table because he would’ve dropped it in his urgency to cup your cheek.

His face is burning.

‘What was that for?’

‘I can’t kiss my husband?’

His face burns hotter. ‘Husband?’

‘Well, one day? Or no?’ You pout at that and he coughs, choking on air.

‘Yeah,’ his voice is a little strained, but he’s grinning. ‘That’s the plan.’

That plan never came around.

The ring still sits in his dresser drawer, beautiful, the velvet box collecting dust.

His call goes to voicemail — one he helped you come up with — “Sorry, I can’t come to the phone right now! I’m too busy being in love with everyone and everything. Catch you when I can.”

It was always too whimsical for him, but it was you, and that made it right. You were full of whimsy before his work took its toll on you both.

You fell in love with everyone and everything.

But you fell out of it with him.

who cheered for my first full sad work ??? (she says when there is still sections of fluff. but they are intentional to make it hurt more. i hope) thoughts welcome <3

tagging: @hotchfiles @lover-of-books-and-tea

#my works #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fluff #<- the fluff is only in memories aaron is miserable. fair warning

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alicewonderao3 · 5 months

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She didn't have time

Title: She didn't have time

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x original female character

Characters: Spencer, Emily, Rossi, Derek, Penelope, JJ, Aaron, Original female character.

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Summary: Aaron's bringing his new girlfriend over to dinner at Rossi's with the team, but she's anxious about meeting his coworkers and friends. Will she be able to charm them as she has him?

Author note: So I had this idea come to me while I was listening to a song. I know, I was inspired by music. So this is singlemom!original character, Alice. I wondered what that might look like, while I was listening to Terri Clark's She didn't have time. Its been a while since I've posted anything, life hasn't been kind to me, and I feel like I'm just struggling lately. I'm hoping things change, it being the new year and all, but I don't have much hope for that. I don't own anything, and I have no beta, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. Let me know what you think, and as always enjoy!

Word count: 796

I was nervous at the thought of meeting his coworkers. Aaron reassured me that they'd love me, but I couldn't help but clutch his hand in mine as we walked into the large home of his friend and co-worker David Rossi. I smiled warmly at everyone, even if they seemed surprised to see him arriving with someone.

Everyone's eyes landed on me as Aaron helped me from my coat, my pink dress a stark contrast to his black polo and jeans. Aaron had reassured me I looked fine, but the way they eyed me, I wasn't sure. He squeezed my hand and leaned down to whisper, "You look fine, Alice." I met his gaze, nodding as he dropped a soft kiss on my lips briefly as he led me over to meet them.

Aaron kept his large, warm hand on the small of my back, as he pointed to each person, who waved at me as he introduced them. "This is David Rossi and Emily Prentiss," The two waved at me, and then he said, "That's Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia, and that is Spencer Reid and JJ." I waved at everyone, and as he went to speak to everyone and give David the bottle of wine we brought, the girls surrounded me.

They all seemed nice, and after a few moments, they asked about me. Emily leveled me with a look, "Alright Alice, tell us about yourself." I smiled, "Well I'm a preschool teacher." I said, as Penelope waved her hand and said, "What I want to know, is how you met and caught the eye of our famously stern unit chief."

The giggles from the rest said they wanted to know the same and I said, "Okay, well, I was shopping, my daughter was with my mama, when I met him. I had a flat tire and the parking lot was so crowded and I had no idea what I was going to do, and then he sort of appeared, like my knight in shining armor. Aaron was so nice, he got all my tools out and helped me change the tire." I said a warm smile on my lips.

JJ leaned in, "Oh, that sounds like Hotch, what happened next?" I smiled, "Well, he asked me if I wanted to go out for coffee, and I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. We were having coffee together and laughing when he asked me about my daughter. I said, she's five. He asked me if she had my eyes." I said, which made all the women let out the same collective sound, their eyes moving to Aaron where he stood talking with Derek, Spencer, and David.

"I know, it was so sweet. My daughter Ellie and Jack are around the same age, so we set them up on a playdate and they loved playing with each other. He asked me out on a real date and the rest, as they say, is history. Ellie loves Aaron. And he's so good with her." I said, softly.

I pulled my phone out and showed them photos of Aaron and Ellie that I'd snapped over the weekend. "She insisted on having a tea party and he was delighted to attend," I said, as I showed them pictures of Aaron seated in Ellie's room, surrounded by her stuffed animals, with a pink crown on her dark curls, as she gave him a cookie on a flower plate.

JJ smiled, "Oh, she looks just like you," She said, smiling down at the picture of Aaron and Ellie, who had the same honey-brown eyes and dark curls as I do. "yeah, she looks like me. But she adores Aaron and Jack. She and Jack get along so well." I said as we wandered to the dinner table to eat.

The girls brought up his tea party with Ellie and I saw Aaron's cheeks flush as they good-naturedly teased him. "Yes. I couldn't turn down her offer. She was quite persuasive." He says as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. We've finished eating, and he grins at me. "She's like her mama, I can't say no to her."

The girls ooh and ahh over his comment, and on our way out, after promising to visit during the work week one day with Ellie in tow, I lean against Aaron as we walk to his car. He nudges me playfully. "What did I tell you, darling? They loved you." He says, dropping a soft kiss on my head as he opens my door.

I lean up and press a kiss to his lips. "And I love you, Aaron," I murmured, as his eyes held mine, with love and desire in his gorgeous brown eyes. "I love you too, Alice."

#aaron hotchner 💞#criminal minds #he’s so gorgeous #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x original female character #aaron hotchner drabble #inspired by music #first fic of the new year #going to be writing more for aaron this year

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emilyshotchniss · 1 year

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When You’re Feeling Alone, I’ll Remind You of Home

deciding to write this was a very, very last minute decision - i had intended to try and finish it on Christmas Day, so I apologise that technically it’s being posted on Boxing Day :/

i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! i hope you everyone had a lovely christmas, consider this a belated gift - i’m so thankful to have stumbled across this many people who love these two as much as i do❤️

word count- 2k

warnings - none, just pure fluff with a pinch of angst if you squint :)

-x-

She was having a bad day.

Emily knew Christmas time was going to be difficult, but she failed to anticipate just how isolated she was going to feel. Ever since she returned from Paris, it had felt like she was trying to squeeze herself back into a life that no longer had room for her. She should've known the holidays would only heighten the imposter syndrome that followed her around like a shadow.

Last Christmas, life was so different that on days like this she found it difficult to fathom. From team nights out to spending Christmas Day all together at Rossi’s, Emily had never felt more at home. Only two months later, a phone call from Sean McAllister tore through her life - she wondered now if she’d ever find that feeling of home again.

Aaron could see her struggling. He saw her struggling to find her footing again, saw how she was overcompensating in both her work and personal life, desperate for things just to go back to how they were. However, he didn't want to force her into a conversation she wasn’t ready to have, and risk spooking her. He knew from experience that this was something she needed to come to him with, on her own terms.

In the end he’d had to prompt her. A gentle reminder that bad days were something he was all too familiar with, that he was always there for her should she need him. When he found her not even three days later, curled in on herself alone on the jet, he knew he’d made the right call.

“Have dinner with Jack and I tonight,” he proposed.

He didn’t miss the way her face faltered, the ramblings of imposing on them forming in her head, so he spoke again before she could get the words out of her mouth.

“I’m serious, Em. Jack would love to see you and I may or may not have left all my Christmas wrapping to the last minute. I could really use another pair of hands,”

She thought about it for a minute, before shooting him a mischievous smirk. Something he hadn't seen in far too long, something so distinctly Emily that had his stomach doing flips.

“You’re playing dirty Hotch, you know I can never say no to that angel of a son you’ve got,” she grinned.

“It’s true! He’s been asking for weeks when he can next have a playdate ‘Emmy’,” he smiled.

“He really does love you,”.

The sincerity in his tone alleviated any anxiety that had previously been looming over her, and she felt her cheeks warm as she turned her head to meet his soft gaze.

“Does six-thirty work?”

As promised, a knock on the front door rang through the Hotchner Household at six-thirty on the dot. Emily stood outside the door, grinning to herself as she heard a screech from the other side, followed by the thundering of footsteps running down the hall.

“DAD!”

Suddenly the door swung open, and to her surprise, she found Jack staring up at her from inside the apartment.

“EMMY!” he screamed, a whole millisecond before launching himself against her, hugging her legs so tight she had to grab the door frame for balance.

“Hey little guy!” she giggled, crouching down to his eye level. “Oh, I’ve missed you!” She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a proper hug, blinking away the tears that had welled in her eyes as she heard Aaron’s footsteps round the corner.

“At least let Emily get in the door Jack,” He chastised, but she could hear the humour in his tone. “Sorry about that, come on in Emily.” He offered her his hand to help her up, and ignored the shiver that ran through his body as her hand slid so perfectly into his.

“Never apologise for that sweet boy - if I’m going to get a welcome like that everytime I come over, you’ll never get rid of me,” Emily laughed.

“Don’t give Jack any ideas, that’s his idea of heaven,” He smiled at her.

Wordlessly, he appeared behind her and gently slipped her coat off her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered shut for a fleeting moment as she relished the feel of his breath on the back of her neck. Something about the way he skimmed her shoulders ever so gently she could only just feel it, had her heart beating that little bit faster.

Emily knew she couldn’t feel this way about him. But if she was truly honest with herself, she had done for years now.

She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment she fell in love with him, instead she felt it had crept up on her, getting stronger and stronger until it consumed her. She loved everything about him - from his dedication to his work to the dimple in his left cheek. Most of all, she loved the way he put his son before anything else in his life. Despite everything they’d both been through, Aaron had still raised the kindest, politest, most perfect little boy - a carbon copy of his father through and through.

“I hope you don’t mind, but Jack has decided the only thing he was willing to eat tonight was a Happy Meal, so I ordered in McDonalds. Chicken nuggets are still your favourite, right?” He said, grinning.

She narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to deflect attention from the blush forming across her cheeks. It was something he used to tease her mercilessly for, how she’d grown up immersed in so many different cuisines around the world, yet her favourite dish was a six chicken nugget meal from McDonalds.

“Try all you want to embarrass me, but I can assure you it won’t work - I have no shame.” She replied, following him into the kitchen.

“Look Emily, I put your plate next to mine so we can sit next to each other at the table!” Jack exclaimed, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the table.

“Wow, Jack, thank you!” She chuckled, throwing a reassuring smile to Aaron over her shoulder before following Jack to the table, leaving Aaron to plate their food.

“So tell me something,” She began as she folded the sides of the paper up and onto the gift she was currently wrapping. “Did you really invite me over to check in on me, or did you just need someone to wrap all your gifts?”

He laughed, shaking his head as he passed her a piece of tape.

“Busted,” He replied, a grin on his face.

“Knew it!” She laughed, swatting his arm playfully as she accepted the tape gratefully, securing the paper against the box.

“Okay, this one is good to join the rest under the tree,” She stated, handing him the present as he made his way to the large Christmas tree.

She began to unwind more paper from the roll, cutting a new piece ready for the next gift. When she reached around to take said next gift from Aaron, he was suddenly much closer than she remembered him being before. He sat the present on the floor next to him, before reaching out and gently squeezing her arm.

“All jokes aside Emily, I’m worried about you.” He said, a sincerity to his tone that made her feel exposed - she should’ve known she could never hide anything from him. She took a deep breath, and gently blew it out, before turning to face him.

She was met with eyes swimming with concern. “That bad?” He asked her.

“What?” She asked, genuinely confused.

“That’s your tell,” He told her, eyebrows furrowing.

“It is? For how long?” She stuttered.

“Uh, ever since I’ve known you?” He deadpanned, as she rolled her eyes.

“Well, you have one too.” She huffed in response.

“I do?” He smiled.

“Yeah, only I’m not going to tell you what it is or you’ll stop doing it.” She giggled.

“I see,” He replied, a genuine smile on his face. They sat for a moment, simply looking at one another, comfortable silence engulfing them.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He began tentatively.

“I guess…“ She started shakily. “The holidays are just hard, I guess.” She tried to shrug it off, desperate to convince him she was fine so she could leave this state of sheer vulnerability. The moment she faced him she knew that it was pointless, that he would see right through her.

“It's more the thought of the fact that I finally felt like…”

“Like you had a home?” He prompted.

“Yeah…” She replied, her voice tight, sharply inhaling as tears she refused to let fall brimmed in her eyes as she met his. “He took my home, Aaron,” She breathed out, her vision clouding over as she felt a stray tear fall from her lash line.

Aaron reached his hand up to carefully wipe it away, cradling her face in his hands like she was made of glass. The reverence in his touch only caused more tears to fall. She leant into his touch as he skimmed her cheekbone with this thumb.

“Emily, listen to me when I say this - you are home.” He told her, with so much sincerity behind his words.

“This is your home - we are your home. I need you to know that,” His voice suddenly sounding thick.

She was sure she heard something in her neck crack as she snapped her head back up to find him so close their noses were close to touching.

“Do you mean that?” She all but whispered.

“You’ve always had a home with me.” He choked out, his thumb still tracing her skin.

They stared at one another for a moment, eyes fleeting down to one another's lips and back to each other, as a feeling of understanding settled between the two - both acutely aware of the shift about to occur between them.

The moment their lips met, she knew he was right. He was always right.

This was her home. All her fears, all her anxieties melted away the second he pulled her into his embrace.

He cupped the back of her head, fingers trailing through her dark hair as her hands ran across his shoulders, and up to the short hair at the base of his neck. What began as something delicate and tentative quickly progressed, the second he gave her hair a light tug.

He swallowed up her moan, pulling back quickly before diving back in, chasing her lips. Before they even knew what was happening, he had manoeuvred her onto the floor as he hovered above her, her hands stroking the strong muscles in his back as he snuck his under the soft material of her sweater, groaning at the feel of the soft skin that lay beneath.

However, their bubble burst suddenly as Emily cried out, quickly pushing him off of her.

“Oh god, Emily, I don’t- I’m so sorry, I completely overstepped-“ He began.

“Aaron,” She smiled, cutting him off from his rambling. Why was she smiling? Hadn’t he just completely taken advantage of her?

“Relax - I just rolled onto the scissors,” She giggled.

“Oh. Oh,” He replied as relief washed over him.

She crawled off the floor and up towards him, pushing him back against the edge of the couch as she settled in his lap. She mimicked his earlier movements, running her thumb over his cheekbone.

“I’m home.” She whispered, tears brimming in her eyes again.

“You’re home,” He choked out in reply, as he brought his hand to the back of her head again, holding her in place. He kissed the tip of her nose, and slowly pulled back to look her in the eyes again.

“You have tape in your hair,” He said barely above a whisper, and she barked out a laugh as her face flushed red, resting her forehead against his.

“Way to ruin the moment you asshole,” She laughed, removing the rogue piece of tape from her hair.

They had so much to discuss, a lot to work though, but all of it could wait.

This was her forever home after all. They had all the time in the world.

#hotchniss #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #hotchniss fanfic #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss christmas fluff #christmas fic #ish

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