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hi<333 can i do like a fluff and smut request for aaron hotchner? a virgin//very innocent reader (18+, ofc) who’s maybe spencer’s sister or something, and she meets aaron and he knows she has a crush on him? super flirty banter and lots of touching until it drives the reader crazy, but she won’t admit that it makes her horny? eventually aaron, who’s always so blunt, asks if she’s horny at that moment, and they have a talk about her wants and needs? maybe daddy issues! reader? obv eventual full smut

idk i’m a sucker for daddy! aaron taken innocent readers virginity

thank u <333

how you managed to land a job at the bau, the behavioural analysis unit, at the f-b-fucking-i is beyond you. you’d answered an ad, filled out a form, did a quick interview and boom. you’d been appointed to a team.

granted, it was only as an assistant, most likely running the team’s coffees, but still. that’s running coffees for the fbi. how many people can say they do that for a living?

you walked in on your first day a bundle of nerves. you’d chosen your cutest-but-still-work-appropriate outfit and genuinely tried to walk in with your head held high. but the whispers and mutters that followed you through the bullpen left you more nervous than you’d started. willing yourself not to run, you sped up your pace slightly and trotted up the stairs that lead you to your new boss’s office.

you knocked on the door quickly, trying to soothe your racing heart.

“come in.” a deep voice called you, commanding and loud. you cracked the door open and stood awkwardly at the threshold. your eyes widened as you took in the scene.

the man that sat before you was nothing you’d ever seen before. it was as if he’d been crafted from the purest marble sent by the gods, chiselled away at by the most experienced and meticulous hands. he was incredible, deep, black eyes that matched the neat hair on his head, the quirk of his questioning eyebrow as you gawked at him.

“m-mr- detective hotchner. I’m y/n y/l/n, your new assistant?” you squeaked out, trying not to cringe at how shaky and scared you sounded. his face cleared, like ripples calming on a pond, leaving it smooth and glassy. like a pond who’s lips you wanted to capture on yours and-

“ah, of course! come on in and take a seat,” he rose from his desk and held his hand out with a soft smile.

your feet moved of their own accord, moving you closer to the beautiful man as you placed your hand in his. his other hand came up to clasp yours as they shook, yours disappearing beneath his. once he released your hand, you both sat down at the same time. the guest chair situated at his desk was slightly uncomfortable and you tried not to squirm in the plastic.

“would you like a tea? coffee?” he asked you, closing the manila folder on his desk and tucking it away.

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” you joked with an airy laugh and you tried to fight the swoon that threatened you at the sound of his own chuckle.

“don’t worry about that just yet. let’s get you acquainted before we start rushing you off your feet,” he said with a quick smile.

the two of you then started discussing your boundaries. what you were willing to do, what you’re a little more less experienced in doing. he assured you multiple times that you would be kept well away from any unsubs, no matter who requested what of you.

“I don’t want you in any danger, y/n. it is my responsibility to keep you safe.” he’d said in a serious tone, making himself clear to you.

a week later, you found yourself in an nypd precinct, listening to the detectives spitball theories. you were perched on a spinny desk stool offered by mr hotchner - having not yet got past addressing him as his formal name, no matter how many times he insisted you call him hotch - as he perched on the desk behind you. his hands gripped the edges of the desk, knuckles ever so gently brushing your back each time you squirmed in your seat.

“…targeting women much like this young lady here,” you flushed as the captain of the precinct gestured a hand towards you. he chuckled and winked at mr hotchner above you. “better keep your assistant safe, detective hotchner.”

he went on to give more details of the case to his team, but you couldn’t listen. your breath was caught in your chest and anxiety curled itself into your chest.

“hey, hey, it’s ok.” mr hotchner mumbled from above you, leaning down slightly towards your ear. you felt his knuckles gently skimming up and down your back. the action calmed you slightly and you leaned into his touch. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

the words made you swoon… and strangely… made your core clench? a frown briefly furrowed your brow and you wondered what caused such a reaction down there. you had rarely felt anything down there apart from pain during your period, and you hadn’t felt such a… tingly feeling since your teenage years.

the captain dismissed his team and he and the rest of the bau came over to you and mr hotchner. their appearance made him sit back up and move his hand back to gripping the edge of the desk.

“so, what’s the move, hotch?” derek asked, folding his arms and adjusting his stance.

mr hotchner hummed and frowned, bringing a hand up to his mouth. you gently rolled your chair to the side a little so that you weren’t in the way, not liking how the attention on him made you feel out of place. mr hotchner began reeling off his plan, giving jobs out to the members of his team. his tone was commanding and firm, leaving no room for argument as the team started their investigation for the case.

“..and, y/n, could you collect some menus from restaurants in the area for us all to look over so we can decide on a place for dinner?” he asked you, his voice significantly softer and kinder with a gentle hand on your shoulder. you nodded and gathered your things, heading over to the briefing room where the team had set up.

throughout the day, you couldn’t shake that ache and tingle in your core. you lay back on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling above you with your hands folded on your stomach. your core was throbbing by now, begging for… you didn’t know what for. but it throbbed. and ached.

you’d never… done anything down there. never touched it or had it touched. back in high school, your friends would always tell you about their sex lives and who they were sleeping with. but you were always too… shy. too nervous to do any of that. so you stuck to yourself, no matter how people teased you for being a virgin. and you had always had that in the back of your mind whenever anyone had tried to initiate anything with you. how inexperienced you were. how you didn’t know what you were doing. so you’d stop it all entirely. and that’s how you ended up here, 26 and not once touched.

maybe mr hotchner wouldn’t mind… you found yourself thinking. you often found yourself thinking of what mr hotchner thought of you. if he liked you at all. you were pretty sure he did, he was very nice to you and gentler with you than he was with everyone else. he was almost like a father to the group…

he was more of a father than your own was. your father came and went from your home as he pleased, leaving you to care for your sick mother yourself. and when he was home… it wasn’t very pretty. you cringed at the amount of times you had to pick your own bedroom lock after he’d left again so that you could tend to your mother. you were scared of your father, knowing he could find you whenever he wanted to find you. the thought made you sick to your stomach.

you huffed and shifted onto your side, pushing the duvet off of you. your eyes drifted to the digital clock you’d brought with you, 12:46. not great considering you had to be up at 6am the next day. but sleep seemed like a foreign mystery to you at that time, so you decided a cold shower would help shake this unusual feeling from your core. so that’s what you did, kicking the duvet away and padding over to the en-suite.

you sat in the briefing room of the precinct slightly dazed the next day. you’d slept in by accident, and the sound of derek banging on your door was what woke you up. at 6:57am.

mr hotchner sat beside you as he watched the captain at the front of the room, describing his theories. your tired gaze was fixed on the pot of pens in the middle of the table as you zoned everything out. the strange tingly feeling was back in your core, poking at your entrance. it had started when you were making coffees for everyone and mr hotchner had leaned over you from behind to grab you the pot of sugar you couldn’t reach, his hand placed gently on your waist. the interaction had left you breathless and… throbbing. you squirmed in your seat and pressed your thighs together, praying it would go away.

you screwed your eyes tight shut and opened them again, your eyes flitting to the movement you saw in the corner of them. mr hotchner had his hands folded on the table, wringing them together. his knuckles and fingers flexed, the veins in the back of his hands popping. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his pale forearms and the large vein that struck out there. you blinked your eyes hard again, not understanding why this only increased the ache in your core and made your hole clench up tight.

your attention was drawn back to the room as everybody began rising from the table, heading to do their tasks for the day. you followed, grabbing leftover books and folders. a hand encircled your upper arm and you came face to face with jj giving you a soft smile. the door clicked behind derek, leaving you and jj alone in the room.

you liked jj. she was a lovely girl. the two of you had quickly become close and she was the first one - besides mr hotchner - to ask you to run an errand that wasn’t coffee. the two of you often gossiped with penelope garcia and sometimes elle greenaway too, the girls more of them than not sharing their ‘sex-capades’ as penelope likes to call it. jj was one of the first to really trust you.

“hey, sit down for me,” she said, sitting in the seat beside you and retracting her hand. you sat down too, following her actions mutely. “you ok? you’ve been a little… out of it. hotch asked me to talk to you.”

you cringed a little at that, not liking how mr hotchner had acknowledged your not-all-there-ness.

“I-I’m fine. I just… dunno. things have been a bit… different lately.” you said, folding your legs and pressing your hands together.

“different?”

“yeah. I just… you know you were telling me about that guy you met. the one who… slept over at your house.” jj chuckled a little at your euphemism but nodded.

“yes, I remember. why, has a guy slept over at your house recently?” excitement gleamed in her eye a little but you quickly shook your head.

“nono! no… but… you remember you said you felt… achey down there? the good achey.” you said and jj slowly nodded.

“well… i’ve just been… feeling that. and… I don’t know what to do about it.” you mumbled. “and… I don’t wanna… touch myself-“ your voice dropped to a whisper and you cleared your throat “-but… it needs to stop.”

jj chuckled a little.

“okaaay, well. do you know what caused it?”

you hesitated before nodding quickly but stayed mute.

“do you… wanna tell me?”

you shook your head quickly.

“right. well. whatever or whoever has turned you on-“ you cringed “-is most likely what will help to get rid of it. and yes, y/n, that means sex.” she chuckled fondly at the way you cringed again. she stood up, placed a hand on your shoulder and kissed your temple lightly. “you’ll be fine, y/n/n. I believe in you.”

and with that, she left the briefing room.

for the rest of the week, the tingle mostly stayed with you. on the jet back to quantico, you sat at the very back, thighs pressed firmly together and head fuzzy. your eyes stared straight ahead but were unseeing and your plush lips were parted but soundless.

your eyes flickered over to the movement in the corner of your eye, catching mr hotchner as he stepped out of the bathroom while shaking his hands to rid them of the lingering water droplets. his eyes met yours and he sent you a quick, fond wink with a smile. you swooned internally at his large presence, wanting nothing but for the older man to swoop you up and-

you stopped yourself and looked away before your thoughts could become any more explicit.

your eyes widened as you realised mr hotchner was walking towards you. he wore a kind smile as he took the seat beside you and placed a hand on your forearm. he gently unclasped your hands as you anxiously wrung them together and moved the one nearest to him to the armrest that separated his and your seats, his large fingers softly encircling your wrist.

“hey, did jj talk to you?” he asked you, voice politely low to keep your conversation private. you could only dumbly nod your head, eyes lost in his. “good, good. is everything ok?”

you actually swooned slightly this time at his protectiveness but managed to force your voice out of your throat.

“u-uh- yeah. I’m fine just… bit of a strange week,” you were glad mr hotchner took your words the way he did, assuming you meant ‘strange’ in regards to this being your first case.

“I agree,” he chuckled. “and an awful unsub to be your first, please understand that not everyone in the world is like that.”

you giggled in response.

“do you need me to grab you anything, sir?” you asked him, wondering why he was taking an interest in your well-being; no older male had ever done that for you. his brow furrowed.

“no, no, I was checking if you’re ok. the health of my team is important to me. you’re important to me, y/n.” his face was full of sincerity as he spoke and his eyes twinkled. your own eyes, on the other hand, threatened to fill with tears as a ball settled in your chest. your throat was suddenly raw and your head ached.

“oh…” was all you could force out.

“y/n, are you ok?” you nodded quickly and bolted to the bathroom, stumbling down the aisle of the jet.

in the toilet, you could feel your breath shortening rapidly. he cared about you. no man had ever said such words to you, and if they had, it was never to your face. but for some reason, you panties felt… sticky. and that familiar ache settled in your core. you tried to muffle your whine of desperation as the feeling returned, desperately trying to figure out just why you were feeling distraught and… turned on, as jj had called it.

once the jet landed, you grabbed your bag from the overhead locker and hurried inside of the bau building to dump everything at your desk. you sat in your desk chair and took a big sigh. mr hotchner had asked you to stay a while in case the team needed anything, so you did just that.

you checked the time on the big clock opposite your desk. 5:34pm. nice, not too late. mr hotchner said the team didn’t take long to debrief after a case, unless fbi time and civilian time worked differently.

which you assumed it did, because the team didn’t leave the briefing room until 6:15. you had pages and pages of notes that mr hotchner had asked you to take.

your distress had passed now, but that ache was refusing to leave. you sat back at your desk and huffed, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to shift the tension elsewhere.

from the desk near yours, derek shot you a quirked brow.

“you ok there, sweet girl?” he asked and you couldn’t help but flush at the nickname.

“I told you not to call me that.” was all you could mumble as you dumped your notepad in your drawer. derek grinned and pushed his chair over, leaning his beefy forearms on the desk.

“why? cuz it makes you all flustered?” he teased. you sat back in your chair and huffed.

“normally, it’s a compliment. but I’m not really in the mood for compliments right now.” you sighed, pushing a bouncy ball penelope had given you around your desk. you gently flicked it to him and he stopped it with his fingers before flicking it back. the two of you played the little game of rolling the ball between each other as you talked.

“why? cuz you all frustrated?” he smirked and you frowned, still not lifting your eyes to his.

“I’m not frustrated, I’m just… flat.” you said and he chuckled.

“no, no, I mean… sexually frustrated.” you blushed a deeper red at his words and sat up straight in your chair.

“I-I am not! shush!” you scooped the ball up in your fingers and bounced it against his forehead. he flinched slightly and chuckled with a grin.

“come on, the whole bau can see you got it bad for hotch. we’re behavioural analysts. and, if it helps, he’s got it bad for you too.” he winked at you and bounced the ball across the desk to you.

“no he doesn’t.” you grumbled as you swung your chair side-to-side slightly. derek chuckled again and rolled his eyes.

“whatever you say, sweet girl,” he grinned, winking again before he rolled his chair back to his desk. you frowned, easily seeing that he didn’t believe you.

eventually, people began drifting home. penelope was the first to leave, humming a tune and loudly calling goodbye as she went. then it was jj, and then derek. gideon left soon after, quickly followed by elle, leaving you and spencer in the bullpen.

mr hotchner was tucked away in his office working on some paperwork. he had come down a few times while the team were dispersing to refill his mug and grab a snack. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie loosened. his forearms were on display, that one vein running down making your head foggy.

at one point, as the temperature in the bullpen dropped as the night went on, he had noticed your shivering and draped his blazer around you. he had stood over you with a fond smile as he helped you slip your arms into the blazer. your cheeks had flushed red and you were unable to tear your eyes from his. once he’d walked off, spencer had thrown you a look before quickly looking back to his folder.

the action had once again settled an ache in your core, your entrance clenching tight as his scent invaded your senses. you fought every urge tugging at your nerves to bring the blazer up to your nose and inhale.

“night, y/n,” spencer said with a quick open-handed wave before he clutched his satchel to his stomach and left.

“see ya later, spencer,” you smiled at him as he walked away. the elevator dinged, indicating his descent, leaving you and mr hotchner alone in the building.

you glanced over your shoulder to his office. the blinds were drawn and soft light spilled from beneath the crack of his door. you sighed, fiddling with the hem of his blazer. you sighed and turned back to your computer screen, looking at the game of solitaire you were playing to distract yourself from your throbbing and wet core. you glanced at the clock on the bottom of your screen, 9:54pm. damn… a few minutes later, mr hotchner’s door opened and his footsteps descended the stairs.

“spencer went home?” he asked. you hummed in response, tearing your eyes away from the cards automatically flitting up to their correct spaces and giving him a smile. mr hotchner smiled as he saw your screen. “nice game.”

“thanks, beat my record.” you suddenly blushed. “sorry, I shouldn’t be playing games on company time.”

“that’s quite alright.” mr hotchner said with a smile, leaning on the edge of your desk and folding his arms. “you don’t have any tasks to do.”

you would’ve nodded, if you weren’t too distracted by the sight of his arms almost right in front of your face. you shifted in your seat as your core throbbed with heat and your mouth suddenly filled with saliva.

“y/n?…” the sound of mr hotchner’s deep voice calling you back to reality snapped you from your trance.

“I-I’m sorry- I- I was distracted-“ “y/n, are you horny right now?”

your mind blanked. you stared at his face with a surprised expression, your brows raised and lips parted. you couldn’t think, only embarrassment coiling in your chest.

“I-…” you trailed off, not finding the words to answer your boss’s such blunt question. your core ached again, however, and you could feel wetness gush into your panties. his fingertips gently grasped your jaw and he leaned down to you a little.

“I asked you a question, y/n,” he commanded with a slight smirk, clearly enjoying the power imbalance between the two of you. you swallowed and tried to fight the feeling of your eyes glazing over. “are. you. horny?”

“I am.” your voice came out in a whisper.

“what was that? I’m gonna need you to speak up, sweetheart.”

“I am. I-I’m horny, sir,” mr hotchner’s smirk grew at your words and his fingers caressed your jaw.

“good girl! using her big girl words.” you lapped up the praise tumbling from his lips and subconsciously shuffled closer. he chuckled at this. “so eager. you want your big boss to help you?”

“please…” your hand came up to hold his wrist as he squished your cheeks in one big hand and gently tilted your head up a little further. he hummed in faux sympathy before chuckling.

“come to my office. i’m going to sit down and you’re going to lock the door and close the blinds.” his hand moved to cup your cheek before he went to sit behind his desk.

you scrambled to fulfill his order, hurrying quickly after him. you stood at the door, fingers fumbling around the lock before darting to pull at the blinds. the warmth between your legs was now hot and poking at your untouched hole.

“sit.” mr hotchner ordered, gesturing to the seat before his desk. you did so, pressing yourself into the plush cushions. “now. let’s talk about what you’re comfortable with before we start. what kind of things are you into?”

your mind blanked.

how did you know what you were into if you’ve never done anything?…

HERE YOU GO SORRY ITS SO LATE!!!

PART TWO WILL BE LINKED HERE 🩷🩷

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p0ssywhippedcream · 8 months

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teheeee so like

Aaron Hotchner shaves your legs for you. Man’s is a giver absolutely, he worships you with soft gazes and calloused hands and he adores when you indulge him.

You’re in the bathtub, a glass of wine in your hand and head tilted back on the tile as you lift your right leg and giggle at Aaron fingers sliding up your foot and grasping your ankle. He’s on his knees beside the bathtub, shirtless as he preps you.

“Hold still, Y/n.” He props your leg a bit higher and squirts some shaving cream on your calf with the other hand.

“‘M trying! It tickles,” You wiggle your toes and Aaron kisses the top of your foot as he picks up the razor.

As he drags the razor up your calf and takes off the strip of hair, you turn your head to sip at your chardonnay.

His eyes remain on your leg as he squeezes your ankle and moves you to get better angles, “How’s the wine, honey?”

You smile down at him, parting the liquid from your lips as you swallow the expensive gift from Aaron. “Amazing, you really treat me too good.”

He throws an incredulous look at you as he dunks your leg and shuffles a little closer to reach in the water and tug your left leg out. He holds it in the air a slightly odd angle leaving your stomach with creases as you bend to hold it up.

“This is the bare minimum for someone like you.” He says it with a finality that would shut almost everyone up. Almost.

“Aaron, there’s literally nothing more you could do for me. You do the absolute best you can.”

He raises his eyebrow, rolling your leg to the other side in his hand and dipping the razor in the swirly water. “I’m not home as often as I’d like to be.”

“And I have bad morning breath. I watch my shows too loud.” You put a finger on his lips when he goes to interrupt, the furrow of his face showing he knows where this is going, “I don’t send my family christmas cards, I forget the rules of card games every time. I drop things in the shower and it sounds like an earthquake.”

He looks away, thumb and forefinger toying with your big toe as he contemplates your words.

“Aaron,” You drop your finger from his lips and move it to his chin, his hard gaze melting into affectionate care at the eye contact, “It’s not perfect, and neither of us are, but if we had to have something be wrong with it, I’d rather it be because you’re saving lives then if, I dunno, one of us was sick. I’m glad the hardest part of our relationship is your big heart.”

You poke him just barely in the chest with a wet finger and go to pull your hand away but he recaptures it in his. He guides your finger to his chest again, a little lower and to the left and you understand he’s showing your where his heart is. You allow your hand to flatten, your whole palm covering the space he’s directed you to as you feel a soft beating under the surface.

“I love you,” He tells you, his mouth curved in the corners as his eyes see into your soul.

“I love you too.” You lean in to kiss him and only realize he was still holding your leg when it falls into the water from the change of angle and covers you both in a wave of suds and laughter.

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apollyonsdarksecrets · 9 months

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The Contract

Aaron Hotchner X F!Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Summery: She’s reserved, emotionally cut off, and spiraling down a dark path; one she can’t get out of on her own. Aaron Hotchner may be her only help, but at what cost? When he shows up to her hotel room, contact in hand, she realizes it may be more than what she bargained for.

Over All Warnings: 18 + Only, MDNI, SMUT. Language, typical CM violence, childhood trauma, abusive(mentally) father figure, does not line up with a specific time line, flip flops between 3rd and 2nd POV, so use of Y/n. BDSM Dynamics, contract, Dom! Aaron Hotchner, Sub! Reader, emotional detachment, reader is not good at taking care of herself, Age gap (Reader 25 Arron 40), explicit Smut detailed in chapters. This is a series 😅

A/N: listen y’all, Aaron Hot Hotchner has had me in a choke hold, I wish, since the moment I laid eyes on him. It’s only fitting he gets some love.

15 Years Ago

Her hands sting with little paint splinters, their jagged edges imbedding deeper each time her fists connect with the door. She gasps around another harsh sob, her eyes squeezed shut against the blinding darkness surrounding her. “Please daddy! Let me out!” She begs desperately, her small voice cracking. The door violently rattles back with a deafening crack, making her stumble back. She falls into the sink, clutching at its porcelain surface to stop herself.

“Shut the fuck up!” Her father’s guttural voice fills the confined space of the restroom, “The longer you cry the longer you’ll stay in there!” His words are slurred from the deers he’d had with his dinner, combined with the six he’d consumed during the day.

“Please daddy, I-I’m sorry.”

The only reply is the vibration of his heavy boots as he storms down the hall, shaking the old house. She presses her hand to her mouth, muffling her cries as she dares a peek at her surroundings. A pitch black void greets her, no light to be seen, not even from the bottom of the door. Blindly she feels around, the sink to her right, the rusted toilet to her left. Sinking to her knees she wedges herself in the space between them, pulling her legs to her chest and wrapping thin arms around them.

She rests her head against the column of the sink, every small noise making her jump and squirm, her young imagination running wild. Hot tears cascade down her cheeks, getting caught in the hairs stuck to her face before sliding down her throat, finally drenching the neck of her night gown.

5 Years Ago

“Congratulations! You have worked extremely hard to get here, and I can see great potential in your future working here with the FBI.” The Superintendent, a short stocky man, who’s suit is a size too big, holds out his hand to the woman across from him. She’s schooled her features into a mask of calm and restraint. She shakes his hand firmly, quick and to the point.

“Thank you, sir. This is an opportunity of a life time for me, I do not wish to squander it.” Just barely, if he had blinked he would have missed it, does her lips twitch up at the corners. She’s dressed very plainly, black blouse with grey dress pants. The nicest clothing she owns in her sparse closet.

“You’ll be stationed close to home, for now. With high marks such as yours though, I can’t see you staying long should you request a transfer.” Turning the older man retrieves a small black badge book from his mahogany desk, her eyes trained on his movements with restrained elation. “Your credentials, Agent Smit.”

2 Years Ago

Jennifer Jareau, or JJ as she requested to be called, brings the young woman into the heart of the Quantico department. Her eyes are bright, turning slowly as she walks taking in every inch of the Bull Pen.

“It can be a little intimidating the first time, but you get use to it.” The blond smiles with a soft laugh, a stack of folders pressed to her chest as she tails behind. “It’s just this way to your desk.” She points towards an empty half cubical, the plain desk void of anything other than a computer and a gold name plate, displaying the name ‘Y/n Smith’.

“Thank you, JJ, for taking the time to show me around.” Y/n turns with a genuine smile, setting her purse and bag down on the small rolling chair.

JJ waves her hand dismissively, shaking her head. “It’s not a problem, I remember how it felt coming in here a bit green behind the ears. I’m glad to help, anytime.” Her blue eyes flicker over Y/n’s shoulder, her smile faltering. Y/n turns around, finding a stoic looking man staring down at them from the landing above. He’s wearing a fitted navy suit, raven black hair styled neatly yet a few strands still fall across his forehead. His brown eyes are hard and imposing.

“We have a case.” His voice is deep and smooth, like a fine whiskey, an air of superiority lacing those four simple words. His stance gives him away, hands resting on his hips and chin held high, let’s her know he must be the one in charge.

“SSA Aaron Hotchner this is Agent Y/n Smith.” JJ begins but he holds up his hand, his face hard and set with an unwavering determination.

“I’m aware of who this is, and what you are here to do. Gather the team and meet on the plane. We will debrief there.” And with that he’s gone.

Y/n turns to JJ, her mouth age slightly. “Is he… always like this?”

JJ forces a sympathetic smile, “Unfortunately, yes. But he means well. Come I’ll show you where we need to go.”

3 Months Ago

“How do you do it?” Garcia blurts the question out in the middle of the room, all eyes turning to look at her at once. Her cheeks grow a little darker under her blush as she realizes just how loud she had been.

“Do what?” Y/n asks back, spinning around in one of the chairs circling the table in the conference room. The team had just landed forty minutes ago, everyone decompressing with coffee and donuts, generously gifted to them by the bubbling blond herself. Y/n takes another sip of her black coffee as she waits.

“I’ve never seen you cry.”

The question startles Y/n momentarily, her mind going on the defense as she tries to come up with a suitable answer. Opening her mouth she closes it again as Reid begins, “Ya know she’s right. We work a lot of hard cases but you stay pretty stoic.”

Turning to the rest of the team she glances over their curious faces, her gaze snagging on Hotch. His eyebrow is cocked, but otherwise his expression is impassive, impossible to guess what he is thinking. He holds her stare, almost with a hint of a challenge and despite herself she drops her gaze first, clearing her throat.

“I-I don’t know. Just got a good emotional switch, is all.” Y/n shrugs her shoulder, tapping her fingers against the side of the mug resting between her palms. The heat is nice, seeing as the weather is turning and winter is right around the corner, the office is cold having been shut down for hours now, the clock on the wall reading 1 am.

“Some say that the reason others don’t cry as often or as much is because they are repressing their own emotions, or have a hard time connecting with them. Some just don’t have tear ducts.” She glares at Reid, that smart brain of his going to get him in trouble. Emily scoffs and turns on him in your defense, hand resting on her hip.

“Spencer.” She says his name drawn out and scolding, making him slouch slightly in his seat, appearing sheepish. Y/n holds up her hands, coming to Boy Wonders rescue.

“It’s fine, really though I’m just good at detaching myself, emotionally, from the situation. Emotions are frivolous things that can get in the way of an investigation.” She shrugs her shoulder, her demeanor convincing them she is uncaring of the topic.

“Titanic.” Derek suddenly pipes up. “I bet she cries at Titanic.”

The group laughs, Y/n forcing out one of her own as her heart starts to pound in her chest. Morgan and Emily turn on Spencer, lecturing him about what is appropriate to state facts about, while JJ and Garcia begin to clean up. Slowly chatter and shuffling turns to white noise, a ringing in Y/n’s ears filling their place.

She stares down at the table, shifting in her seat as she tries to squash the rising anxiety. Memories, harsh and bitter like her coffee, pelt her; her chest tightening uncomfortably. All the whole Aaron’s watchful gaze never leaves her face, her mask of indifference and solidarity cracking the longer she sits across from him.

Present Day

You stare out the window of your hotel room, the city is shrouded in darkness but there’s the eternal glow of the night life that makes the inky blackness not so suppressing. Chewing absently at your thumb nail you sway on your feel, comforting yourself with the gentle motion. Today had been hard, grueling and long, but in the end the good guys came out on top.

A knock at your door startles you out of your thoughts, your body stilling and instinctively your eyes travel to your gun resting on the end table. 3am is a little late for a visitor. Another knock spurs you into actions and you cross the shaggy green carpet to the door. Peaking through the peep whole your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you step back, pulling the door open with you.

Aaron Hotchner stands in the threshold, still wearing his suit from earlier minute the blazer. The off white compliments his complexion and raven hair. “Hotch?”

“You’re awake.” He doesn’t sound surprised, more so relieved.

“So are you.” You keep the door pressed to your body, concealing the thin tank top and sweatpants you’ve dressed in for bed.

“Yes, I am.” He looks past you into the small room before gesturing to it. “May I come in?”

You bite your lip, eyeing around him down the deserted hallway before nodding. “Yes, of course.” He steps in full and you close the door, turning quickly to the chair across the room, grabbing your jacket. You pull it on, zipping it part of the way before turning back to your boss. He’s looking around, that part of his brain he can never turn off analyzing every inch.

“So… what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, going back to the spot you’d spent most of the night occupying.

“I wanted to let you know the hospital called. Jenny is going to be just fine.” He watches as your shoulders sink, a breath blowing through your nose as you visibly relax.

“That’s… That’s great to hear. Thank you.”

Jenny Campell, the 9 year old little girl abducted by her father, who was held hostage for two weeks in a remote part of Boston. She was severely dehydrated and would likely have lasting psychological problems from the abuse her father put her through; but she was alive, and the good guys had won.

“I wanted to talk to you… about the house.” Aaron’s head tilts slightly, as it always does when he’s approaching a subject he thinks may cause someone some uncomfort. You hold his gaze, crossing your arms over your chest, confused by where this could be going. Aaron clears his throat before he begins. “How did you know to look for a secret door?”

6 Hours Earlier

The house was dank smelling, clouds of dust swirled through the rays of light coming from the flash lights of the officers ahead of you. The house has been cleared, but something was missing, Charles Campell said his daughter was here, but where?

You circle back into the smallest bedroom, the voices of Hotch and Morgan floating through the open door as they try to discuss a new plan. The room was littered with trash, a twin sized bed sits in one corner, a large oak wardrobe opposite it. Children’s drawings adorn the peeling walls, and a dusty pink sign hangs above the bed frame, ‘Jenny Girl’.

You step closer to the armoire, newspapers and takeout boxes crunching under foot, as you shine your light over the furniture. It’s new, newer than anything else in the entire house making it stand out against the decay. It isn’t until you’re right beside it do you notice the scratches along the lime green paint.

The realization dawns on your like a bucket of ice water being thrown in your face and before you know it your yelling for your team mates. “Here! Hotch!” Your put your weight into the side of the wardrobe, pushing with everything you have as the two men rush into the room.

Morgan runs for the other side, pulling as Hotch takes up the space behind you, his arms caging you in as he pushes. The three of you move it easily, a small door, presumably to a crawl space, appears in the wall and you rush to pull it open. Morgan covers you with his gun drawn, giving you a nod to go before you yank the door open.

There, curled up in her side, is the little blond girl you all have been searching for. “Medic!” Hotch screams from above you, as you quickly moves towards the girl. She small and light, her hair matted and dirty like her blue night gown. You presses your fingers to the girls throat, a weak pulse answering.

~*~*~*~

“Y/n?” Hotch snaps you out do your thoughts, and you shake your head, clearing yourself of the memory.

“Sorry… I just… I knew there was something there, I won’t say I could sense it but my gut hasn’t lead me wrong, thus far.” Aaron nods, waiting to see if you will continue. “Charles isn’t a lier, his motivation for taking her were simple, revenge on her mother. Make her squirm and give him more parental rights. He never assumed she would get the police involved. Much less the FBI.”

“Jenny’s father is not only a drug user but a heavy drinker. Everything he had done was under the influence and when he was captured, and the substances in his system wore off he had gaps in his memories of what he did with Jenny. Explaining why he couldn’t tell us exactly where she was, just that she was at the house.” Hotch finishes for you.

“Exactly.” You pause, eyeing him over. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, in fact you did amazing in the field today. You worked out the clue no one else could’ve, and if it wasn’t for you there is no telling if we would have found Jenny in time. I’m extremely proud of you.” His praise makes something in your chest stir without your permission. Your clear your throat to speak, but he cuts you off. “But you didn’t answer my question. How did you know there would be a door behind the wardrobe?”

Your palms suddenly feel clammy, nervousness making your spine straighten. “I don’t know what you-.”

“You do realize I am the one that goes through ever personnel file before someone is permitted to work with my team, correct?” His voice doesn’t have that hard edge like it normally holds, in fact his entire demeanor is soft, calming. Almost like he’s trying to comfort a wounded animal.

You are the animal.

“Where are you going with this?”

“I know about your father, Y/n. I have seen the police reports, and I know you take cases with children very seriously and hold them close to your heart.” He takes a step forward and instinctively you move back, a look of hurt washing over his features. “I need you to tell me if you are alright, if this case was to much for you.”

~*~*~*~

The red lights of the ambulance quickly fade away through the woods, leaving the house illuminated only by the head lights of the surrounding cop cars. Aaron is removing his vest as he walks around watching as people file in and out of the house taping and marking things off.

He stops by the van, pulling the door open and throwing his vest inside, when he notices a figure standing off by themselves. He squints into the darkness along the side of the house, the person is hunched over, hands on their knees as their shoulder shake subtly. He scans the people around him, finding Morgan by the entrance to the house, on the phone with the rest of the team and the other 5 officers are accounted for. That leaves only you.

Slowly he moves closer just barely making out the sounds of you muffled crying over the noises of the others. Concern wipes through his body like lightning but before he can move any farther Morgan is yelling his name, startling you in the process.

You straighten up quickly, wiping your face with your jacket sleeves and Aaron retreats towards the others. Giving you your space without the fear of embarrassment of being caught.

~*~*~*~

Your face burns, cheeks bright pink. You open your mouth then close it again, a mixture of emotions tumbling around inside you.

Embarrassment, anger, hatred, regret, longing to finally let it all go. None of which are directly targeted at your boss but he’s the only thing in sight.

“How dare you.” You seethe, letting anger take over because it’s the easiest to roll with. “Don’t come to my room at all hours of the morning, trying to… to… get something out of me.” Your anger propels you forward and you find yourself inches in front of Hotch. He holds his ground, his hands moving to rest on his hips and you break eye contact long enough to glance at them.

“I’m asking you if you are alright.” Aaron’s voice has dropped, the timber low and you can’t help but like the sound of it. There’s no denying Aaron is a handsome man, but there’s always denying your feelings.

“I’m. Fine.” You ground out.

“Your lying to me.”

“Hotc-“

“Sweetheart.” The nickname catches you off guard, your eyes widening with surprise, breath trapped in your throat. Aaron takes the opportunity, his large hands cupping your face, giving you no other choice but to keep eye contact even as your body stiffens and a look of almost pain flashes across your face. “I know you’re lying to me because I am good at my job and so is everyone else here. You think we haven’t noticed your apprehension when it comes to a dark room? Or the way you always stand closer to the other females in the room, even if it’s just Spencer?”

Your hands find their way to his wrists, tugging but he stays firm, he isn’t hurting you but he’s going to make you listen. “Sto-.”

“Youre to comfortable placating than possibly rocking the boat for yourself. You never finish a cup of coffee because you hate it plain, you’d rather wonder around a new building than bother someone to ask where a room is, you dont open up to a single person because of your anxiety.” Hurt is written clearly on your features, hurt mixed with anger but before you can say anything Aaron steams ahead. “With that being said, you are one of my best profilers. I’ve seen you take on men twice your size and never bat a lash. Behavior like this doesn’t just come from nowhere. Something happened to you that made you this way.”

That unwelcoming pressure behind your eyes begins to overwhelm you, much like Aaron’s presence, his cologne infiltrating your nose with each ragged inhale. “What do you care? I’ve done just fine with how I am by myself, I don’t need you digging around for answers that will have no impact on you whatsoever.” Your voice comes out softer than you would have liked, making you hate yourself more.

“I care,” He emphasizes with a stroke of his thumb across your cheek, a foreign feeling on your skin. “Because I can not sit back and watch you hurt yourself like this.”

You scoff, trying again to pull away, managing to take a few steps back only for him to follow. A hand slips to the back of your neck, hot and heavy, holding you firmly in place. “You’re being dramatic, Hotchner.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you open your mouth only to realize you aren’t sure. “I… I had a snack in the car. On the way here.” It’s a lame excuse, and he sees right through it.

“I want to make you an offer.” His brown eyes search your face, the anger turning into confusion.

“An offer?”

“Yes, I’d like for you to hear me out before you make a decision. Okay?”

“If it means you will let me go, then yes.” You give his wrists one last tug and he relents, but not before giving your neck a final squeeze. You move until your back is against the window, the cold night air seeping through the glass and into your jacket.

Aaron sits down in the only chair before gesturing to the bed, “Why don’t you sit.” It’s more of a command than it is a suggestion, making you root to your spot, giving him your best disgruntled look that rivals his on a good day. Sighing he leans his elbows against his knees, scrubbing a hand across his face. He looks tired, the wear and tear off the job showing more and more. Dark circles from a lack of sleep, a few new greeting hairs You could have sworn weren’t there when this case began.

“Well?” You snap, throwing your hand up before letting it drop against your thigh. Aarons eyes slowly lift to yours, a look you are unfamiliar with lurking under his features as he reaches behind himself, pulling a folded piece of paper you hadn’t noticed before from his back pocket. He tosses it onto the bed and a thousand possibilities run through your mind all at once. Leave of absence? Demotion? Pink slip? “Hotch…”

“Go on. It isn’t going to bite you, honey.” He let’s a little bit of humor color his words and you shoot him a glare. You close the distance, snatching it off of the bed and unfolding it to realize it’s a few sheets stapled together. Your eyes nearly double their size, mouth falling open as you read the header.

‘Consent of Submission.’

Paragraphs make up the first page, the words jumbling together as you try to make sense of where this is heading. The next page is filled with bullet points, titled ‘Rules’. Eat three full meals a day, go to bed at an appropriate time, check in with how you are feeling; to name a few.

As you continue to stare at the paper, confusion and distraught winning the war of emotions on your face, Aaron begins speaking. “It’s a contract, between you and I. It will help you properly take care of your self and I will help enforce it.

“‘Submission’? Aaron… This is… What?” You begin to tremble with a vengeance, forcing you to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, it will help you learn to regain some control over your trauma and your everyday life. It will help with the anxiety, depression, and emotional detachment you are facing.” He speaks so surely, like he has done this before, and maybe he has.

“You mean it will help you control me.” Your accusation doesn’t phase him, in fact he looks to calm for the situation. His long legs are stretched out in front of him, leaning back in his seat with his head propped on his first. A complete opposite juxtaposition to yourself.

“In a sense, it’s power exchange. Nothing happens without your explicit consent, which gives you the power in what we do. Where I have the power is how we navigate those consents, what we do, where we do it, and how.” He takes a deep breath, giving you a gentle smile. “I’ve found people in your type of situation benefited greatly from being able to let their brains turn off, not have to over think every step of the day. Just exist and let someone else… Take care of them.”

“And if I say I don’t want to sign this?” You slam the papers back on the bed, more to hide your shaking hands than anything.

“Then I will have you go to therapy within the BAU system.” He shrugs his shoulder feigning indifference, even though his heart is thumping wildly. He thought the days of this life style were behind him, no longer needed, but the moment you turned up on the plane, he knew. Your lips were pressed into a tight smile, your body language screaming how uncomfortable you were seated between Derek and Rossi, though you desperately tried to mimic the calm demeanor surrounding you. Something stirred awake in his chest that morning, and he’s just been bidding his time every since.

Your stomach churns, weighing out your options. Somehow the latter seems worse. You run your hands into your hair, blowing out a breath. “I’m not submissive Aaron, you know this. This job requires to much for this to be a possibility. I don’t… I don’t see how it could work.”

“I’m not saying you aren’t, but I think there are things you haven’t learned about yourself yet. As for our job this is not apart of that, this is separate. We will just be ourselves, nothing out of the ordinary.” He says all of this so sincerely, a part of you wants to trust him. But the part of you that says no one is to be trusted squares your shoulders.

“What do you want in exchange? How do I know you won’t use this as black mail, or some chip to hold over my head?

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Sweetheart, There’s nothing I want in exchange, I’m trying to help you. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.” You answer before you can even give it thought. Deflect, shut it down, move on. How you handle any sort of situation that strikes a little to close to home, that tries to dig out your weaknesses like he is doing now.

Aaron prepared for this, knew you would meet him with head on resistance, but also knew with the choices given what you would pick. You’ve gone back to staring at the papers, the wheels in your head turning at full force. He can guess within reason what you might be thinking, he had that same look on his face when he was introduced to the lifestyle all those years ago.

“Y/n.” Your eyes dart up to his, large and uncertain. “Give me a month, just one. If it doesn’t help, if it’s too much, then we call it quits.”

“Just one?” You echo back, Aaron nodding. He stands from his seat, large hand stretched out, palm facing the sky. This is crazy, wrong on so many levels. Not to mention the amount of trouble you both could end up in if someone so happen to come across this. Every fiber of your being screams the sentiment. But it’s your heart, though it bruises your ribs, that makes you place your hand in his. Aaron gently pulls you to your feet, making sure you have your balance before letting go.

“Go wash your face, then I want you in bed. You need to sleep.” Instantly you want to rebel against the order, the phrase ‘you don’t control me’ coming to mind but instead you turn on your heel. “Good girl.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice and your shoulders tense up, but you force yourself to walk into the restroom, closing the door a little to hard. You turn to the mirror, a woman with scarlet red cheeks stares back at you and you huff. What are you doing? Where has your brain gone? Groaning lowly you angrily grab for your face wash.

Coming back out into the room, dabbing at your face with a hand towel, you find the room is lit only by the bedside lamp. Aaron, with the contract in his hands, looks up when he hears you. Your hand tightens around the scratchy white towel as a small smile tugs his lips up. “You look beautiful even without the makeup.”

You roll your eyes, tossing the towel into the small tub behind you. “A very typical male complement, Hotch.” You quip, glancing towards your bed. The covers have been turned down, and there’s a glass of water on the night stand.

“Here.” Aaron holds out a pen, and the paper, suddenly your hands have never been so clammy.

“I thought you said we would just try this for a month. Why do I need to sign?” You skirt around him, fidgeting with your jackets zipper. You can feel your heart beat everywhere, from your fingertips to the bottom of your bare feet.

“To protect us both, either you sign or there’s no deal and you go to therapy.” Skin bristling you spin around, whatever you were about to snap suddenly dissolving on your tongue. His chest is mere inches from your face, forcing you to tilt your head back to look him in the eye. He never seemed this tall from across the room. “You’re wearing my patience thin, little one.” The heady rasp of his voice as he whispers to you makes your stomach clench, for an entirely new reason.

Begrudgingly you take the pen and paper, pressing it to his chest to bear down on as you scrawl out your name on the little line. You notice his signature is already on the other side.“There. Happy?”

He holds your stare for a moment longer, and you think he might say something more before he steps back, taking everything with him. “We will go over everything at breakfast, we have an appointment with Jenny and her mother Clair at noon.”

Your eyebrows come together as he reaches the door, pulling it open. “I thought the teams going home today?”

“They are. I have paper work that needs to be done and you are my only child psychologist. Goodnight, Y/n.” He smiles as he closes the door behind himself, relishing in the shock written on your face.

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thedelusionalbitchgianna · 1 month

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Derek: There's only one thing worse than dying

*Derek pulls back paper revealing the word "Spencer"*

Emily: Reid

Hotch: No!

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just-wrting · 1 year

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Definitely a Little Jealous

Title: Definitely a Little Jealous

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: During a case, you can’t seem to be left alone by one officer. Hotch takes matters into his own hands and shows that you’re not available.

Word Count: 2109

Master List

A/N: This was finished on Friday but I had no laptop to put the post together with over the weekend so here it is! A part 2/companion piece to my first Hotch piece!

Part 1

Yesterday marked six months into your relationship with Aaron Hotchner. After the case, you had gotten breakfast with him and it had quickly gone from there. Within only a few weeks, you had made yourselves official between the two of you. Neither of you said anything to the team. It wasn’t that either of you necessarily cared, but more if there was no need to announce it. They could figure it out on their own.

There were times that Hotch did his best to make sure that other people knew you were off limits. Standing behind you when people are looking at your ass, putting himself between you and others when they stand just a little too close, and even pressing his lips to your forehead when someone won’t stop pestering you. It was always the subtle things that kept people from hitting on you. Aaron’s an intimidating man as best and a scary one at worst.

You aren’t really scared of what he would do to the guys hitting on you. Scare them off, intimidate them, maybe threaten them a little but you figure that he’s just being overly worried. After all, you know about what’s happened to him, and you’re sure he doesn’t want to go through that again. Even if it’s just some other guy managing to whisk you away.

“So, agent, if we’re going to work on this case together, maybe we should know each other a little better. There’s this place I know that’s small and local, not to mention it’s amazing.”

You look up at the officer leaning on the table. His hand is spread all over the file you are reading. You wish he would leave you alone already, considering this was the third time he’d tried to ask you out.

“I’m actually super busy right now. Given that there is a serial killer out there and all, I think you should be busy too.”

Hotch walks in. The officer doesn’t even look up at him, instead choosing to give you an expectant look. You can tell that Hotch isn’t very happy with what’s going on. There’s a man trying to prove himself as an “alpha male” by harassing you and ignoring Hotch. Not only is the man impeding the investigation, he’s trying to get with you.

“What’s going on here?” Hotch’s voice makes sure that the officer looks at him.

Before the officer can speak, you answer him. “Nothing. Officer Jones was just leaving.”

The officer's hand crumples the paper it’s on before he stalks off. He certainly wasn’t happy about being interrupted. Not that you cared. You shouldn’t need to flaunt being in a relationship to be left alone.

“Was he bothering you?” Aaron asks mainly to be polite. He already knows the answer.

You lean back in the chair and rub your temples. This officer is pissing you off with his insistence. No matter how many times you say no, he doesn’t listen.

“We both know he is. I wish he’d leave me alone already but it’s not like I can just tell him I have a boyfriend without him asking for proof. I know cause he’s already asked for a picture of him.”

Aaron makes his way over to you and stands behind the chair. His hands run up your arms and grab onto your shoulders. He starts to slowly rub your shoulders and you lean your head into his stomach.

You’ve spent this whole case craving his touch. It’s not that he has been avoiding you, you’ve just been so busy. So much to look into with so little time.

“Aaron?” You ask and he hums in response. “God, I’ve missed just having you touch me.”

He chuckles and gives the top of your head a kiss. “I’ve missed you too. And don’t worry about Officer Jones. I’ll be taking care of him.”

As he says that, you hear the ice in his voice. He’s not pleased about this guy and you know he’s got a million ideas about taking care of him. This most likely ranges from giving him a lecture to the more extreme of giving this man a whole new job that wouldn’t be anything near a woman.

“I know you will, Aaron. If you had your way, you’d make sure that man probably never sees a woman again in his life.”

He doesn’t say anything, but gives your shoulders one last squeeze. You know he’d do a lot for you and yet, you want to ask him to stay just a moment longer. He would, and that’s the thing that would give it all away.

Rossi sticks his head through the door before you can ask anything of Aaron. “I’ll meet you in the car, Hotch. Don’t take too much longer bossing (Y/N) around.”

After Rossi’s head vanishes, you finally ask, “Can I sleep in your room tonight? I don’t think I can keep sleeping by myself.”

Aaron gives you a peck on the cheek as he answers, “You don’t even have to ask.”

With that, your boyfriend walks out the door to join the rest of the team while you sit and look at files. Well most of the team is off poking around various sites and talking to various people, one of them isn’t. You know just what to do to, hopefully, keep officer creepy away.

“Speak and you shall be heard.”

You give a smile as Garcia’s voice comes from the speaker of your phone. She was always there for whatever you needed and you were so happy to hear her voice.

“Garcia, honey, thank you so much for picking up,” you say with relief.

You can hear her smile through the phone, “This isn’t Agent Morgan’s phone number. Did he make you say such sweet things to me, (Y/N)?”

“Oh my technological goddess, can you please just keep me company?” You hear her giggle. “There’s this officer who won’t leave me alone so I figured if there’s another voice maybe he’ll leave me alone.”

You can picture her sitting up straighter and giving a frown. “Which one would this be?”

“Oh Garcia, you don’t have to look into this guy. Hotch already said he’d take care of it.”

You hear her scribble on a pad, no doubt to tell Hotch about making sure you don’t get left behind to be around creeps. “I’ll just ask Hotch later then. Speaking of the devil himself, did you hear the news? Hotch has a mystery lover.”

You pause. So everyone had figured out that Aaron Hotchner was in a new relationship. The only question you had is how many of the team had figured out it was you.

“Oh really? Do spill your reasoning, gossip queen.”

You kept your focus on the files as Garcia talked. You couldn’t let her distract you, even if you wanted to hear everything she was saying. The case came first, the gossip came second.

“Well, he’s been smiling a lot more. At first I didn’t think he was capable of smiling and then I thought maybe he was losing it. But the key thing is, it would usually be at his phone. As if someone was telling him funny things. He never really laughed though so I figured it had to be he was in love.”

“Uh huh. So Hotch has the ability to smile. A fascinating concept.”

Her little ‘hmph’ comes through the phone. “Okay how about this. I was late leaving the office one night and went to leave something on his desk. He’s always there so it wasn’t a surprise when his light was on, but the surprise is that I heard a voice come through his phone. A voice that he said ‘I love you’ to. And I know it wasn’t Jack’s voice.”

She got you there. Aaron is a man who doesn’t say that to many people. It was actually just over a week ago and it was the first time he had told you that.

“Okay, okay. You win. Hotch has a mystery lover that he’s hiding.”

You hear her phone ring and she puts you on hold. You want to spill the beans but you opt to carefully consider what you’ll say next. Maybe having her give an idea of the sort of person he’d now be with would be fun.

A voice behind you spoke up. “Talking about your boss like that, agent?”

You turn the chair around and look at Office Jones. “Actually I was just having a member of my team keep me company. I’ve found three possible suspects. What have you managed to do?”

“How about this, you go out with me. And I don’t tell your boss about this.”

You see Hotch enter the room. “Office Jones, we need to stop meeting like this. What information are you blackmailing my agent about?”

You hear Garcia start to say something but you cut her off. “I called Garcia in an effort to have Officer Jones leave me alone. The topic turned to work gossip about you having a new relationship.”

Garcia profusely apologizes through the phone. “I’m so sorry sir. I was just trying to keep her company and know that your personal life is not for any of us to speculate on. I shouldn’t have taken up a half hour of Agent (Y/N)’s time.”

With that, Garcia disconnects. You know it’s not her fault and you feel bad. Aaron might scold her about it later, but you plan on doing your best to make sure that he doesn’t.

“Officer Jones, I’m going to tell you this only once. If you come near my agent ever again, it will be your last action as an officer. Do I make myself clear?” Aaron’s face is set and his gaze is cold.

You’re hoping Officer Jones will back down but he doesn’t seem keen on doing so. You know you should be bothered by Aaron trying to not fight this guy over his disrespect but you can’t help but get flustered. Hotch being jealous, even a little possessive, is hot.

“Here.” Hotch hands you a little box. “Originally I was going to give it to you yesterday but then we got the case. My next plan was to wait until we got home but I suppose now is a better time.”

The box is a little fuzzy and you immediately know it’s jewelry. It must be a gift for your six month anniversary, but Aaron must have brought it with him on the case.

“You didn’t have to bring it with you,” you protested. “The gift I got you is still sitting at my apartment. And this better not be expensive or I’ll have you hold onto to it for a more special time.”

You open the box anyway. Inside sits a simple gold necklace. The simple gold chain holds a round locket that when you pop open, contains a picture of Aaron and Jack together. When you twist it in your fingers, you feel Aaron’s and your own initials.

“Oh my god. This had to have been expensive,” you whisper. “Aaron, how could you? We agreed on a maximum price.”

Officer Jones looks between the two of you and scoffs. “This is your little boyfriend you won’t show me pictures of?”

Aaron takes the necklace out of the box and clasps it around your neck. You can feel your face get warm and you really wish that it hadn’t come to him being so open about what you were to him. Not that you could’ve stopped him.

“Now if you don’t mind,” Aaron gives Jones a harsh look, “if you even think about disrupting any of my agents while we work on this case, I will be having a word with your superior. Is that understood?”

Jones glances at you before turning and walking out of the room. Rossi walks in to take his place and gives a glance over his shoulder at the officer. The three of you stand in silence for a moment.

“Well glad that got sorted out without a fight. I was worried you might hit him, Hotch. You haven’t been too subtle about your feelings,” Rossi comments with a grin. “I’m not gonna tell the others but I know I will be a little bit richer once you do.”

You put your hands over your face while Rossi’s grin gets even bigger. Aaron sighs and gives him a pointed look that has no effect on the older man. The three of you only start moving once the others start to walk in and wonder what’s going on.

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They Always Come Back

Aaron Hotchner x f!reader

Explicit, 18+

Letting Him Go

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My AO3

Summary: You and Aaron met in college, Criminology Major, funny enough. Throughout your five years at George Washington College, you and Hotchner had this on and off again relationship; it was all fun until you started to realize that you loved him. After graduation the two of you cut ties and left it as dumb college love, going your separate ways. After a decade you finally land your dream job, a seat at the BAU; however when you notice the name copied on the email, you can’t believe your eyes.

Chapter Summary: It’s your Senior year, you’re finally done after this and you couldn’t be more excited. This year is a little different than the others but some of the problems are the same, is there any coming back from it or is this the end of the road for Aaron and you?

Word count: 8k

Warning: angst, fluff, verbal fighting

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“Ethnocentrism,” Aaron states as he glances up from the small white flash card that rests in his stomach, covering the definition so you don’t cheat. Like he caught you doing earlier, on one of the easier words, obviously knowing the answer and wanting to play with him a little bit.

You and Hotch have been studying for Winter midterms for the past two hours in your dorm. Kelly’s out with Bella and it’s nice to have the place to yourself. He wanted you to quiz him first since he was focusing more on the Law side of his classes, which you were fine with - it gave you a chance to re-learn and review some things of your own.

Mainly because tests have never been your strong suit. You always second guess yourself and end up scoring lower, but still passing, than your overall grade.

It takes a second for your brain to process the word he just told you, but with the cogs turning, it finally clicks.

“The belief that a person's culture or group is superior to any others.” You gently swivel side to side in your rolling chair at the end of bed, away from Aaron. Your heads tilted up to the ceiling, and your hands rest while intertwined on your belly, you’ve found it’s the best way to focus, so you don’t get distracted by anything.

“Good shit baby,” he chimes, “Now let’s try this one- Syntax.”

Uuuhhhh, you groan. For some reason, your brain is blanking. You thought this would be easier because you’ve taken the time to memorize them and their definitions. Even though you party a significant amount, you also are on top of your school work, and you’ll be damned if you let this opportunity slip away from you.

“Gimme a hint please,” you sigh after a few more seconds of thinking, and start rubbing your eyes with your palms, trying to relieve the pressure that’s beginning to build. The irritation of not knowing the definition right away is messing with you, and you’re not sure if it’s just because you’re on the spot or you’re too stressed about failing.

“There are four types, or groups, of this.” His voice is smooth, flowing like a calm river.

You have to stop yourself from getting distracted by him, even though you’re not looking at him, the vibration that he has in his voice still takes your mind away from the task at hand. So you spin your chair around so your body is now facing the door.

“What are-“

“Sshhh!”

“Yes ma’am.” His smirk is plastered all over his face, you just know it.

Four groups, four groups, four groups, four-

“Specific words that come together and form sentences and, or phrases!” You spin around, quickly lowering your head to look at his reaction, and by the nod of his head with a smile - you can’t help but feel amazing.

“That’s it,” he remarks, “and that was the last one.”

“Damn, look at me!” You clap once, sincerely proud of yourself for getting there, “wait, really?” He laughs, yes dear, and takes the stack of white cards off of his belly and moves them to your bedside table. “That went by so fast,” you spring up from your chair and move to your mattress, crawling on top Aaron who’s laid back on your pile of pillows.

“Well, hello there,” he purrs, his arms open so you can place yourself where you want, moving up enough so that your chin rests in the middle of his chest, and the rest of your body lays on his torso and in between his open legs. Your arms come up to rest under your chin, so neither of you are uncomfortable, and his large arms wrap around your waist like a cocoon, squeezing tightly for a second before releasing a bit.

You can’t help but stare up at his face and your heart swells at the thought of him not being yours - he’s your one and only, and you’re his one and only. The face that’s normally serious and edged, is now soft and gentle, the lines are still there but softer than ever - he seems relaxed. You must be staring considerably longer than normal because you watch as his eyebrows start to furrow and curve, just a fraction than usual.

“What?” He questions, the corner of his lips curve just a bit and his cheeks start to have this pink hue to them.

“Didn’t say nothin’,” you murmur back, your right hand comes out from under your chin and you start to draw circles with your pointer finger on his chest. “Just like lookin’ at my boyfriend, is that a problem?”

“Not at all baby,” he calmly replies, next thing you feel is his right hand leave your waist and finds a new spot under your chin and makes you look at him. “As long as I get to look at you too.”

“I don’t mind.” You smirk and he follows your facial expression while simultaneously pulling your face towards his and kisses you. Which starts out slow and gentle, but then turns into a needy one; teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, and hands scratching every inch of one another’s bodies.

His hands have found their way under your, his, shirt and firmly grip your skin, leaving bruises for you tomorrow.

However, you hear the door swing open behind you and Kelly and Bella talking to each other, loudly. “Jason is just all about-“

“Don’t y’all knock?” Both you and Aaron groan, letting both your heads fall in opposite directions - yours on his chest and his back onto the pillows under and behind him. Bella and Kelly must be hammered because they both start screaming with laughter and trying to say words in between each laugh.

“You two,” she squeals,”are just-” a snort interrupts her before she finishes, “perfect!” Kelly’s fallen to the floor, on her knees as she grips the door handle and Bella is leaning against the counter on the left side of the room, losing it.

Even though they just messed up whatever stress relieving, dick-sucking, pussy pounding fucking you two would’ve had - you can’t help but laugh at them. Not with, at. “Have a fun time guys?” You ask as you just shake your head at them, then turn around to Aaron, who is laying there with his hands behind his head and giggling at your two best friends.

—

You’re walking back to your truck from the library, two large textbooks in your arms, a pearl colored purse hung on your right shoulder tucked under your arm, the crisp fall air flowing around you and causing warm colored leaves to swirl by. A small chill runs up your jean jacket and black tanktop and causes your shoulders to jolt and tense up, you pick up your pace to get out of the chilly weather.

You really miss the warm summer air that disappeared about a month ago in mid-October. It could start snowing any day now, so you’re trying to savor every moment before it does - you’re really shocked that it hasn’t already started considering it’s the first week in December, but you won’t complain.

The books are for two different lectures; ASL and Communication Studies, two of your four courses left until you graduate in the Spring. You figured the cheapest and smartest way for you to really grind on studying for midterms next week was to get these books, to loan them from the library, and just make sure you remember to return them before Winter break.

“Girl- hold up, you’re too fast,” Kelly yells behind you, her matte white kitten pumps clicking on the pavement as she runs to you.

You met Kelly this past September in your Communication Studies class after being forced to be in a group together for a project, but you both quickly learned that you two are like, one in the same. More than you and Bella, which you thought was virtually impossible, so when the three of you get together - let’s just say, things get rowdy.

Not long after meeting her and introducing her to Bella, you guys became a popular trio on campus, you guys are almost always together. Everyone on campus calls you guys the Three Musketeers because of how much time you guys spend together and the trouble you get into.

The group consists of; you, who everyone seemed to know and love. You were known around campus as “Keg girl” or “Knockout”, the names alone are extremely accurate and self explanatory - you love your cheap beer and love to knock out bitches, what can you say? You aren’t really proud of it, but it’s college, right? And at least you’re passing with flying colors and have been since you enrolled.

Next is Bella, who is no more than five-foot-two with curves, the whole hips and tits vibe, having gorgeous doe eyes, and strong facial features. Her hair is a soft chestnut brown that’s thin and down to the middle of her back, all while having this hilarious, bubbly personality. She’s the kind of friend who’s going to make you do karaoke and make a fool out of yourself - which you honestly adore her for because it brings you out of your shell even more.

Then there’s Kelly who’s older than you by four years but she’s nothing but a ray of sunshine and laughs, she’s always the life of the party but she can turn it off without any hesitation, which is why she fits in so well. She’s taller than Bella but thinner, five-seven on a good day as Kelly says, but she’s all legs and she knows it.

This girl's whole wardrobe is nothing but kitten heels, pencil skirts, fitting slacks, expensive blouses, button ups, and business dresses - she has ‘party’ clothes, but not that many. Her dark black hair has always been cut short in a bob that aligns up to her chin, her natural tanned skin has light freckles scattered all over her body but she has a small cluster on her nose and cheeks.

The three of you are absolutely perfect for each other.

So when you came back and was shown your large dorm room, you were terrified of what kind of roommate you were going to get because Bella was permanently living with Henry. When you found out that Kelly was your roommate, you were ecstatic, you really had lucked out.

Kelly also grew up raised only by her mother and has an incredible relationship with her, much like you and your mom. The only difference is she is learning to become a criminal defense attorney and you give her so much credit for that, because not many people want to have that job - shit you know you don’t, even with the insane pay rates.

But it’s nice that she’s betting for the other team because this gives you the chance to also learn with her, so you can learn how to have the upper hand in situations later on. For example, say you make it to the BAU, like you dream, and there’s an unsub who lawyers up immediately. Your knowledge is going to be valuable because with the help from Kelly, you’ll know what questions to ask or to stay away from and you will some-what have an idea what’s going on in the brain of the attorney.

“I told you, I wanted to get back to Aaron’s before it gets too late,” you shout back to her, realizing she caught up to you so you lower your voice so you don’t shout in her face. “Thought you said you were fast in heels Kel’s?” You laugh as you reach the driver side of your truck, Kelly going to the passenger.

“I am! You’re just a fast walker!” She smiles as she pulls the door open and climbs onto the cool leather seat, slamming her door shut. “Also you still have-'' she looks at the clock on the dash as you twist the key into your ignition, the rumble of your engine loud. “-At least another forty-five minutes before it’s ’too late’.”

While you listen to her higher pitched voice try to convince you she’s right, you turn your upper body so you can set your books in your backseat. You throw your white shoulder purse back there too, it bothers you too much when you drive if you wear it.

Turning back around to face the steering wheel, you realize what she just said. “Wait- did you say forty-five?” You glance at your clock that reads, “6:07PM” and you scoff, throwing your head back on your headrest. You thought it was closer to seven and had to hurry back. Since you and Aaron came from your moms, the two of you have a movie night on Thursdays - mainly because it was a day where you could let loose and not worry about school or work, it helped that it was also yours and his Friday.

“I told you,” Kelly sings as she slaps her small hand on your jean covered thigh, “So don’t worry about it, let’s go get a drink real quick. My treat!”

Your head perks up and turns to face her immediately at her offer, a smug smile slowly appears, “Danny’s?”

“Drive then baby!” She chimes, pulling her seatbelt over her shoulder and clicking it secure.

Before you take off, you too click your seatbelt on, then turn your radio on and once again, Doug and Carrie’s voices fill your truck. But before you get a chance to listen to what they’re talking about, the beat of the next song fades in and you can’t believe it - it’s your and Kelly’s song, My Lovin (You’re Never Gonna Get It) by En Vogue.

“Ouhh bop!” You both sing together, you turn the volume knob louder so the beat thumps from your front and back speakers, “No, you’re never gonna get it!” Kelly bounces her shoulders to the music and swipes the loose strands of her shiny black hair behind her ear to be with the rest of her short, bobbed hair.

You put your truck in drive and you pull out of the semi-busy parking lot and head towards the local College bar, Danny’s.

—

“Are you sure you don’t wanna-” she hiccups, “stay here with me?” Kelly drunkenly laughs as she sits in the booth across from you. You two have been at Danny’s for just over thirty minutes and somehow she’s successfully gotten drunk; that’s what happens when she takes five shots of Patron back-to-back, with no water in sight.

You’ve only had two over the span of the thirty minutes, you’re feeling it more as a body buzz rather than a fucked up kinda buzz - you felt comfortable and safe to drive the two blocks you had to get back to the dorms.

“Uh- yeah Kel’s,” you assure her but quickly turning the question back to her, “Are you sure you don’t wanna come back with me?” You know that she can handle herself but there’s always that level of concern of something happening because it can happen to anyone.

“Yeah- you just go hang out with Hotchy boy and I’ll-“

“Kelly!” A girl squeals on the other side of the bar, as you pick your head up to look and you see Maria weaving through the crowd of college students. Maria and Kelly grew up together, much like you and Bella but Maria doesn’t go to GWC, she got a job as the security guard for one of the museums in D.C and lives with her boyfriend, Greg.

“Maria!” Kelly cheers as she slides out of the booth and pulls Maria into her arms for a giggly hug. “What are you doin’ here baby?” She pulls away and stumbles back a bit until her ass bumps the table and she slides to her left, plopping herself down on the worn out leather seat.

“We’re out for Greg’s birthday, was gonna call you but I got too hung up on the surprise!” She laughs, then turns when she notices on the other side, “Oh my god I’m so rude, how are you girl?”

You grab your purse that’s laying on your thighs and slide out of the booth so you can properly greet and hug her, “I’m doin’ good, thank you! I was actually just on my way out to meet up with Aaron ‘n was tryna convince Kel’s to come back to our dorm.”

“No, I told you I’m fine-“

“Hangout with us! I can bring you back later tonight, no problem!” Maria suggests with a grin that fills her face, her natural coiled curls bounce with her movements. “I mean, I was supposed to invite you anyway!”

You watch as Kelly’s face lights up with excitement, she then spins to face you and you can tell that she wants to stay and have fun - you can’t blame her.

“Okay okay, just- be safe please!” You finally give in to her pleas, “Call me when you get back, Kel’s, I mean it. Don’t pull a ‘New Years’ on me.” You mimic a phone with your pinky and thumb, raising it to your ear making sure she remembers, or maybe Maria will then remember.

“Eeii, thank you baby! I’ll remember,” she hiccups, “to call, I promise!” She giggles and leaps into your arms for a hug, making you stumble a bit from her force. Alright alright, love you girl, you mumble into her shoulder before she lets go of you so you can say goodbye to Maria. “Keep an eye on her, she likes to wander,” you laugh as she nods her head and chuckles, “lt was nice to see you for a second, be safe ‘n tell Greg said happy birthday!”

“Oh trust me girl, I know! I sure will, drive safely and tell Aaron ‘hi’ from us.” She states as she hugs you tightly. You pull away and make your way towards the double glass doors that lead to the busy sidewalk. But before you push them open, you turn around a blow rapid kisses towards Maria and Kelly, they both mimic back.

—

After you dropped things off at your dorm and quickly changed out of your day clothes, into light gray leggings and one of Aaron’s hoodies. You start walking over to Aaron’s for your movie night. Tonight is “A League of Their Own”, you absolutely love this movie, as soon as it came out on VHS you bought it.

Aaron has still not seen it, he’s not opposed to it, you’ve always just watched movies that neither of you have seen - a couple repeats here and there, but not that often.

With the VHS in your purse that hangs over your shoulder, you walk up the last flight of stairs that lead to his dorm room. As you make your way past the door and down the lightly packed hallway, for some reason this eerie feeling clouds your head and you’re not sure why.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, you think to yourself. You’re not drunk by any means, but the tingly feeling lingers in your stomach and head. However, there’s something else that’s bothering you and you can’t put your finger on it.

Whatever that gut feeling is, it subconsciously tells you to wait before you open his door, you want to listen and see if anything is different. Putting your right ear up to the white door and your heart sinks - you’re able to hear his voice talking to someone.

“She’s gonna be here any minute, you gotta go cause she’s gonna kill you. If she sees you and I, here- dead.”

“I’m not scared of her and why are you? And like you said, we’re not doin’ anything, so what’s the problem?”

“Well- I’ve helped you with what I can-“

You can’t eavesdrop anymore, you know it’s her. You can’t miss the trashy tone that she has. This bitch really doesn’t care about her life, huh?

You swing the door open and you’re steaming with rage, not caring what vial words fly out of your mouth.

“Tiffa- Are you fuckin’ series right now?” Your heart rate increases, practically jumping out of your chest, your blood boils, and your vision has tunneled on them as you stand in Aaron’s doorway.

Your brain completely forgets about the movie date you two have. You just busted in on Aaron and Tiffany sitting on his bed, much like how you two did that one night - when he apologized for the incident with Tiffany.

Too focused on their close proximity, you don’t even register that there are different Law books, notebooks, and flashcards that surround their criss-crossed legs. Clearly studying, but that’s the last thing you think about because you know she has an underlying reason to be here.

She wants to get under your skin and she’s just asking for trouble, it’s all she wants. You’re mainly blown away by how comfortable she is here in his dorm, alone with him after the night at Jackson’s party; after knocking her out cold and telling her to stay away.

Did she not get the fuckin’ memo?

Your mind goes straight to the worst, he’s actually done it, he’s cheated on me. Tears threaten to burst from your eyes, your throat tightens, and your stomach sinks past the hardwood floor. You’re trying to keep your composure mainly in front of Tiffany, who is staring at you as she stays next to him with slanted eyes and a smug smile, checkmate bitch, written all over her freckled face.

Not backing down to her, you stare back at her because you don’t want her to know that she got to you and won, because that is not what happened here. Even though it sure seems like it, you refuse to give her that satisfaction. She is the very last person, if ever, to get to know that just because you know that you are a better person than her - as a friend and as a partner.

She would use this opportunity to her advantage whenever she could, but you’re not going to give her the chance.

While your hands balled into fists at your sides, biting your bottom lip sharply, enough for the taste of copper to seep into your mouth, and you can just feel the heat radiating off of your face from the embarrassment and rage. You’re trying your damn best to not lose your shit and charge her, because you’re pretty sure you’d end up putting her in the hospital - if not worse.

You know that you can’t do that to yourself, you’ve done nothing but try your hardest to get to where you are right now, and you’re not going to risk that over some fraternity whore. You also know that you’re more deserving of someone to be real with you and for someone who truly loves you to take care of you and be there for you.

And it finally clicks that Aaron just isn’t giving you that. He did for a while, but since Thanksgiving last week, something changed.

His attention hasn’t been the same, he’s constantly out with the guys, more than usual, and he’s been making excuses to not hang out. Then when you two get a chance to yourselves, he’s very reserved, quieter than usual, and not as touchy like he normally is. The sex was still great, but the connection just didn’t seem to be there.

At first you weren’t sure what to think, he wasn’t giving you anything to go on, but now that you walked in on this - it all makes sense, the puzzle has finally come together. Or at least, from your perspective it seems like that’s the only outcome from what’s currently in front of you.

“No- it’s not what-“ panic. It’s the one emotion you can read from his face and hear from his voice.

“Just- Fuck you Aaron, we’re done.” The lump in your throat causes your voice to break at the last inflection of your words, how could he do this to me, again?

You slam his dorm room door shut and bolt down the hallway that leads to the stairs, aggressively pushing the metal door to escape. Your vision is blurred from the tears that finally fall from your eyes as you do your best to jog down the four flights of the spiral-like staircase, causing you to stumble a tiny bit on the first landing as you round the corner.

Why am I so stupid? How did I not see this coming? Of course he’s still fuckin’ with her, stupid of me to not think that. Well, good job Aaron cause you just lost me for good.

“Wait-“ the echo of Aaron’s pleading voice calling out your name and the popping of his shoes down the cement stairs pierces your ears as you reach the metal door that leads to the outside. Leave me alone. Just one more step and you can really be gone for good, leaving him alone with her - but a sliver of you doesn’t want that.

Maybe it’s selfish of you, but you want him all to yourself, but you’ll never admit that, there’s just no way that you can. Because when he does things like this, you look so stupid in front of his and your own friends and you’ll be embarrassed if that will continue.

He calls out your name again as you stand there, hands on the metal bar ready to shove the heavy door open. You take a deep breath in and out, blocking out the sound of him as you get ready to exit the stairs.

As you swing the door open, you're met with the most intense thunderstorm you’ve seen here in D.C these last few years. Oh- so it can rain but not snow, fantastic, you think as you take a quick overview of the path you need to take to get back to your dorm - preferably not soaked from the rain. But no matter which way you think about taking, you’re going to have to get drenched, fuck it.

Without hesitation, you run into the storm. Your black and white forces instantly drowning in the deep brown puddles that’ve formed on the sidewalk in a matter of a couple minutes. At the same time, the cold water splashes the bottom half of your leggings, staining them with mud as you sprint in the direction of your dorm. Of course it has to be on the other side of campus, a good five minute walk, at least.

You’re so caught up in running away from the man who can’t stop his repeated behaviors, that you don’t hear the voice that you love so much call out to you.

“Can you just- Stop?”

Finally, your brain acknowledges his presence, but your body still hasn’t. Your thoughts and the rain cause you to continue running away from him, from jealousy, and from heartbreak; but you don’t get far. You feel this large hand forcefully grab your left bicep, whipping you around to face Aaron.

Your hair is drenched as it lays behind your shoulders, raindrops sting your face from above and below as the water bounces off of his and your skin. Your insides are still boiling as you rip your arm from his grip, crossing your arms against your chest - a sign that you want to close off from the world, go into hiding so you don’t have to face this.

Neither of you say anything, just heavy breathing and unknowing glares to one another as the sharp rain continues to pour on and around you. Thunder booms loudly from above, quickly followed by a crack of lightning that briefly illuminates the darkly clouded sky. Usually thunderstorms calm you down from any stress from that day, but now it terrifies you, enough to make your shoulders jump just an inch as the rumble shakes the ground below you.

The embarrassment and frustration of putting so much time and work into a man who helped you find the true meaning of love, and for him to just keep shitting on you again and again - has taken over.

Your brain and heart feel like they got played, suckered even, because you’re naturally a giver in the relationship. Hotch is too but not even close compared to you, and he kept taking and taking and taking everything you would give, almost greedy for more sometimes.

Only giving about half of the same energy to you, sometimes more, but now that you look back - it’s just so you would stay with him, or at least that’s how you perceive it. But a little part of your head knows that he doesn’t know really, any better because of how he grew up - not saying it’s an excuse, however it puts his actions under a different light.

But yet again; that’s a very small part of you.

The majority of the other part is, you can’t believe you let him stomp over you like this, multiple times, over the course of five long years. But that’s the other thing, those five years were incredible. You and Aaron had the best chemistry and relationship together, for a long time, even on the bad days. Last Summer was huge for the two of you, it brought you closer together and made the connection so much stronger - so you’re not really sure where it all went wrong, so quickly.

You’re trying to gather your thoughts and you’re just getting soaked, not a care in the world about it. You print the image of the drenched, distressed looking man now a couple feet away from you, in the front of your brain.

The now maintained strands of black hair stick to his forehead and sides of his face, within the last couple months he started to keep his hair shorter. Since his beard is gone, you catch the way his jaw clenched as he catches his breath from chasing you. His eyebrows have the signature curved line to them to show his sincerity about what just happened, mainly to do with you. The rain has caused his baby blue button up to shift into a darker blue and clings to his skin, exposing his toned shoulders that you just want to bite into.

No, I'm mad at him ‘n I need to hold my own. I’m not gonna fold this time. I gotta say it.

“Why? Just so you ca- can lasso me in again?” You shout with confidence, but there’s also an inflection of heartbreak. “Like you always do. It’s the same thing again ‘n again, ‘n I don’t know why I keep fallin’ back into it. But, I do ‘n maybe that’s my fault but I can’t keep doin’ this Hotch. We’re almost done with school ‘n look at us,” you scream, throwing your hands out to your side, a cold gust of wind hitting your chest.

“We’re in the same fuckin’ place Hotch! It’s been five years ‘n for some reason, you just can’t seem t-to get it through your thick fuckin’ skull.” You’re screaming, but the thunder and lightning muffle your voice from the world so it’s only Aaron and you. “‘N'm not sayin’ I’m perfect, but at least I try to change. Unlike you ‘n your ignorant ass.” You scoff, shaking your head but never letting your eyes wander away from his glossy ones, watching as a tear escapes down his cheek.

Unbelievable.

“Tears, really? Are you really gonna fuckin’ cry now? When you’re the one who keeps fuckin’ up!” You almost laugh from the disbelief. “Why do you keep doin’ these things to me? Huh?” Your tone shifts to an aggressive one and your palms quickly go to his chest and you push hard, causing him to stumble back a bit. “Being so sweet ‘n tender with me, makin’ me feel worth something. ‘N then for you to just- have her in your room…alone?! It makes no sense to me- explain it to me why- please!”

Your voice shifts from sad, to angry, to confused, and any other emotion you could imagine. You just want to know why this keeps happening, and what he’s not learning to change - that’s really all you want at this time.

“Why?!”

At this point, the floodgates have opened, your salty tears and the stinging rain on your cheeks have become one liquid, but you’re also at your boiling point, ears are hot to the touch and steaming. You continue to shove him over and over as you shout at him, he never once fights back.

“I gave you everything. Brought you home to my-my Mom,” you gasp trying to catch your breath, the cold air rushes down your lungs, causing it to burn. Your shoves have now turned to punches, hard and direct on his chest from the bottom of your fist - he accepts everyone of them without protest.

“Showed you my hometown, talked ‘bout my family that I barely even know, ‘n showed you the most revealing parts of myself. ‘N you keep going back to her, her? What do you see in her that I don’t have? Why her and not me, why?”

By now Aaron’s back has hit the brick wall that leads to the stairs that you just ran out of, and thankfully has an awning to cover the cold rain, and he’s still allowing you to push him into it. He’s silent, not giving you any answers or even any clues about what he’s thinking - which you’re not sure if you do or don’t want to know.

However, no matter what he does at this moment, you’re going to be upset about it, and you have every right to be. You take a second to glance up from his chest, where the bottom of your fists rest against his dripping wet shirt.

You can’t read him.

His brows aren’t furrowed, so his age lines aren’t deep and prominent like usual, you can barely see the color in his eyes. All you can gather from his tears and features is, he’s upset, but you’re not sure about what. Either it’s about you ending things, or it’s about getting caught with Tiffany.

This has never happened before. The disbelief and anger that linger around yourself and him takes over your sadness really fast. It’s not another minute before your fists start beating him once again, harder than before.

“You’re an asshole Hotch ‘n I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate-“

Before you realize it, Aaron’s arms wrap around your jumping shoulders while you scream and sob into his damp shirt. Your punches have slowly turned into weak jabs, now that your body is being held against his as he holds you. Sshhh, baby sshhh, vibrates the top of your head and chest as he starts to rock side to side on his feet, trying to calm you down so you don’t have a complete panic attack.

“I hate that I still love you…Aaron.” You weakly sob, finally giving up on your punches and efforts to get away from him. You’ve used pretty much all the energy your body has to offer, so you slowly sink into him, giving in - like you always do.

No words are said, only the sounds of your sobs, the thunder, and the rain hitting the metal awning above, creating this loud noise that echoes. Your sobs are incoherent and loud, even with the muffle from his body.

You can’t help but feel absolutely pathetic. The fact that you’re letting a man control you and break you down to this point, that you’re bawling in his chest and yet, you still can’t change the fact that you do love him - it’s sickening.

It seems like no matter what he does, bad or good, you fall deeper and deeper for him.

Like when you guys came back from your moms five months ago and you both went to take care of your travel bags in your separate new, last, dorm rooms for the year. Aaron came over to your place for the night since Jeff, his roommate, was a prick and he didn’t want to deal with him. But you two finally had the opportunity to debrief everything from over the summer, and the way that he had nothing but respectful and considerate words about it all - had you head over heels for him.

But you fear that Hotch is gone, or at least it seems like it. That is, until he finally starts to let the words flow from his lips.

“I am so sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, you can hear the lump in his throat, “Nothin’ happened, baby.”

You don’t answer him, physically you can’t, your mouth and brain aren’t working together anymore. But in your head you’re screaming to him that you know that, he never would cheat on you. Ever. There’s just no way, it’s not in his character - but with all the overwhelming circumstantial evidence, it’s hard to think otherwise.

All you do is silently weep into his chest and let him cradle you in his arms side to side as he repeats over a dozen times, I’m so sorry, nothin’ happened, I love you.

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“Oh my god, we’re finally here baby!” Bella squeals as she latches onto your right bicep and pulls you closer to her as you, Kelly, and Bella walk to the football field for your guys big day. Graduation.

“I’m gonna miss you guys so much, we gotta stay in touch okay?!” Kelly takes over, she’s to your left as she adjusts her navy blue cap and white tassel that hangs to the side of her face. The bright sun beaming down creates this beautiful aura that can only be described as sensational, the day you’ve worked so hard for is finally here.

“Well duh, what did you think? I was just gonna forget about my Kel’s?” You joke around and the three of you laugh.

And even though this is one of the happiest days of your life and you’re extremely proud of yourself - your heart aches and half of your smiles and laughs are forced so the girls don’t question you. Because today is not the day for a pity party, you guys are graduating after five years with your bachelors in Law and Criminal Justice - which is huge.

But your brain can’t help but think of Aaron. The two of you haven’t spoken much other than a hi and a small wave over the course of the last four months. No smiles, no hugs, no laughs, just a low acknowledgement of one another’s existence.

You wish that night never happened - it messed with your head completely, you lost all sense of happiness, even when you’re with the girls. They’re the only people to ever raise your spirits to the highest after something bad happens, and yet they couldn’t do it and they knew that, but they never stopped trying.

“You guys still haven’t talked huh?” Kelly asks, you must’ve zoned out for the whole duration of the walk to the football field. Before you answer her, the stadium roars of loud cheers, cowbells, and air horns from the families. After it quiets down a bit and you guys walk towards the crowd of students on the other end of the stadium, but on the outside, you tell them the truth.

“Nope. I haven’t even like- heard anythin’.” You sigh, “But I guess I started that, so I can't even be mad. I’m the one who said we should take a break, but I didn’t realize he wouldn’t even try.”

By now you three have reached the couple thousand students who are somewhat organized by last names like everyone practiced yesterday with Dean Martin and Holly. Thankfully you guys have last names starting with the same letter so you’ll be by each other in your seats and not have to be separated.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t seen him with or even around Tiffany since then.” Bella tries to cheer you up, which kinda does. You give a small smile, but it quickly fades as Bella hugs you, in which you return it. However, the heat is starting to get to you, so you detach your arms from her body and look at your surroundings to see if any spot has even just a bit of shade. The material of the gown and the cap are not breathable in the slightest, you can feel yourself starting to sweat and you guys haven’t even gotten onto the field.

“Holy fuck, it’s hot! How long until this is done?” Kelly groans, “My makeup is literally melting off my face.” She looks into her small compact mirror that she keeps in her small handbag, and pats her face.

As you lean against the metal railing, a small section is being shaded by a large maple tree behind it, that leads to the stairs that go into the field, you start fanning your face with your right hand. “We’ve only just begun Kel’s, hate to be the one to say it but, I told you-“

“Three o’clock babe. He’s coming this way, want me to tell him to fuck off?” Kelly stops your banter, causing your head to twist to your left and your body tensed at the sight of Aaron in his navy gown and cap.

With no hesitation in your voice you tell her, no I’ll be right back, and without saying anything else you start to place one foot in front of the other to meet him. Your white pumps create fast clicks as you get closer and closer to the beautiful man who once used to be yours, and you know what you have to do.

Aaron looks nervous and terrified at the same time, but he also seems relaxed at the fact that you’re walking to him and not away. You can hear the tiny clicks of his black dress shoes hitting the pavements almost syncing with yours, then they stop when you jump into his arms and latch your arms around his neck and he hugs your torso.

A bunch of students start whistling and cheering as they watch, you can pick out the girls and Aaron’s people instantly.

Your cap bumps into his and ends up knocking his to the ground next to his left foot, hi baby, Aaron mumbles into your neck. You can’t help but giggle at the vibration his voice causes on your warm skin, hi Aaron, you whisper back. He lowers you until you feel your pumps hit the ground, but his hands haven’t left your body.

He looks down at your eyes intently, then to your lips and back up to check your answer, but before you give him one, you grab his face with both hands and plant a kiss that shows him how much you missed him. Your thumbs gently swipe up and down his freshly shaved skin as you pull away from his lips, both you and him have smiles that can’t be erased. Your mood has instantly transformed into a positive one, but your heart knows that you can’t keep this going.

“Can we talk really quick?” you ask him, “Away from everyone here. Just you ‘n me?” Aaron is fast to agree as he picks up his cap and he grabs your hand and leads you away from the crowd of people and towards the shed that holds all the football equipment.

How am I gonna say this? Can I do it? What if he doesn’t take it well? Why did it come down to this?

As you guys reach the white building and bend the corner so you're shielded by any onlookers, you put your back to the wall and Aaron is opposite of you. Your heart is in your throat pounding and trying to claw out and jump into Aaron’s, but your mind shoves it back down into your chest.

“Lemme’ start off by sayin’ I’m so so sorry for how these past four months played out.” You crack your fingers on both hands, a sign that you’re uncomfortable, and Aaron knows it. “I really wanted to reach out but I couldn’t find the right words. ‘N I’m pretty sure I still don’t, but I’m gonna try. What happened between us that night should never have occurred ‘n I know you ‘n her were never anythin’, but I just- I don’t know, I guess let it go.``

You look up at him and his brows are softly pressed together, like he’s listening to every word you say and he’s analyzing it to fully comprehend. You like that, it’s one of the things you learned to appreciate with him because when he does this, it means he’s willing to try. Why couldn’t you be like this all the time?

You reach out to grab his hands in each of yours as you stare up into his brown eyes that shimmer from the bright sun above you.

“I want you to know that I don’t regret any of the fun we had, or even the bad times. Cause it gave me room to grow ‘n find what I can do or need, so thank you. Please, don’t hold any grudges against yourself for this - it’s just how the dice rolled baby.” You pull his hands up to your lips so you can lay several kisses to his thick fingers before you continue. You’re trying to keep your composure in front of him and you can tell he’s doing the same, but he’s close to breaking.

“But just know this. You, Aaron Hotchner will always be my first love, my first heartbreak, but most importantly you’ll always have a place in my heart. I love you with my whole heart ‘n I know you will do incredible things in your life, I want you to go live them out. ‘Kay?”

Aaron doesn’t say anything, all he does is sniffle, take his right hand out of yours then goes into his slacks pocket and pulls it out. “I want you to have this. You can get rid of it if you want to later, but I want you to take it.” You put your right palm out and he sets this thin gold chain with a golden heart charm on it, you open it and it’s a pg picture of you and him the night of the carnival in your hometown.

When did- You question but he doesn’t let you ask before he pulls you into a hug that you can sense is your last.

“I’ll always love you.” He cries into your shoulder. The two of you silently cry together until it’s time for you both to go your own ways.

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Doctor Who-Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer realises that he didn't actually know the girl who sat in front of him every day as much as he thought.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!reader (no use of y/n)

warnings: none! just fluff, reader is a doctor who fan because I'm self-indulgent as fuck

lmk if you enjoyed :)

She sat there, like usual. Nothing different about her should have made Spencer act this way. Except for the mug she was holding, the contents held the same coffee she always made but that wasn't the reason why Spencer stopped in his tracks.

The mug was of a special blue police box, that he would have recognised a mile away, the main feature of his favourite show. It was a mug of the Tardis. Her smile sipped on the mug, drinking away like normal, but he couldn't move. He was quite literally, starstruck.

"You okay, Pretty Boy?" He didn't have to turn to know who had just spoken to him.

But he turned anyway, locking eyes with Derek instantly, "The mug, Morgan, look at the mug." He whispered.

"What's the prob-"

He was cut off before he could finish the word, "The mug is the Tardis, She likes Doctor Who? Has she ever spoken to you about Doctor Who? How didn't I know she liked the show? Why has she never told me? What Doctor do you think is her favourite? Derek why arent you stressing out about this?"

"Because, Loverboy, it's a mug." His eyebrows raised as if it was no big deal at all, but Spencer thought he was crazy. How can no one care about this? Doctor Who is one of the best shows created and no one is freaking out that the girl he has been, not so, secretly crushing on for the past two years is drinking out of a mug that's about the show.

"Thanks, Morgan, you're great help" He scoffed.

"Would either of you explain to me why you're both staring at that poor girl?" Emily magically appeared in between Derek and Spencer placing her hands on their shoulders.

"Reids freaking out because his lady is drinking out of a mug from a weird nerd show he likes" Morgan takes this opportunity to smirk while taking a sip out of his own mug. Which ended up being a terrible idea, because Emily decided this was a great time to smack Morgan over the head.

"Stop bullying the poor guy, Doctor Who is a great show" Emily defended, which Spencer was greatly appreciative of. However, she turned to him and said, "But, just go talk to her instead of staring at her, you're gonna freak her out, you moron" She pushed him towards her, which he wasn't greatly appreciative of this time.

"Hi!" Spencer smiled at her, sitting lightly on the corner of her desk.

"Hi, are you okay?" She smiled.

He rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, I just noticed your mug, do- do you like Doctor Who?"

"What? Oh! Yeah, i love it! Have I not told you that before?" Her smile faded slightly, realising that she never told him such an important part of her life.

"No, you, ehm haven't" He giggled slightly, and she took this opportunity to walk over to refill her coffee, which Spencer immediately followed "Did you know the regenerations were an accident?"

"Really?"

"Yeah! A faulty mixing desk made the appearance of William Hartnell overexposed to the point where it was almost white which ended right after Patrick Troughton could be put in his place!"

"It was really an accident? I would have thought they made it on purpose its such an iconic part!" She encouraged, pouring the pot into her now famous mug. "Got any more facts for me, Doctor?"

"Ehm- Sure yeah!" He nodded his head before saying "David Tennant who played the 10th doctor, had a daughter in the episode "The Doctors Daughter" who was played by Georgia Tennant, who he ended up marrying and she's also the daughter of Peter Davidson, the fifth doctor!"

"You really do know everything don't you?" She smiled at him, and Spencer thought his heart had stopped right then.

"Not really, its certianly impossible for a human to know everything but I take pride in knowing I know approximately 78% more facts than the average human." He rolled his lips inwards, into a smile, making her blush which therefore made Spencer blush even more.

"Would you want to come over one time?" She blurted, Spencer taking a back, "I- I mean to watch it with me sometime, you know and we could get to know each other better? Maybe?"

"Really? Like as a date?" Spencer immediatly regretted the words that came out of his mouth, it was obviously not 'like a date' how could he just be so stup-

"Yes Spencer," She smiled at him, "as a date"

"Y-Yeah! That would be great!"

"I'll organise a date and a time then," She says smiling as she walks away.

Spencer stood there starstruck for the second time that day and was approached by Derek and Emily again.

"You alright, kid? You look a bit shaken up" Derek smacked his back.

"My first date ever is watching Doctor who." He stated, smiling like a schoolboy, walking away still smiling.

Emily's hand immediately rose in front of Derek's chest, folding her fingers inwards several times back and forth. "Cmon, owe up"

He immediately opened his wallet and placed 50 dollars into her palm "You suck, Prentiss, you know that right." Almost shouting now as she walks away.

"Yeah but you swallow" Blowing a kiss to him, making the rest of the BAU team giggle, but the two will never know their friends betted on their relationship and they will never know why Rossi, Emily and Penelope are all 50 dollars richer.

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crowdedimagines · 2 months

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Criminal Minds Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner

Roadkill

Worse Days

Spencer Reid

Coming soon!!

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elizabethsnuts · 9 days

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Makeup Surprise

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You and your brother Jack surprise your dad with a makeover.

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You and Jack quietly tip-toed into your father's room, the soft padding of your socked feet was almost silent against the floorboards. You had your little makeup kit clutched tightly in your tiny toddler hands, while Jack was your enthusiastic accomplice.

With barely contained excitement, you approached the bed with a little giggle. Your sparky blue Cinderella princess dress was proving a challenge as you tried to climb onto the bed, the dress making you slip. Jack being a great big brother, pushed you up onto the bed with all his 5-year-old strength then climbed onto the bed himself. You both turned to each other with cheeky grins and little giggles escaping your mouth.

You leaned forward, looking at Aaron’s face as he slept. You turned to Jack again. “Shhhh, Daddy sleeping.” You put your finger to your lips to make a shushing gesture.

Jack nodded and opened the makeup kit. “Do it quietly N/N, he’s gonna wake up.”

Your giggles bubbled over as you carefully dipped your tiny fingers into the assortment of colourful powders and glosses. With delicate precision, you began to apply them to your father's sleeping face, your movements exaggeratedly careful as you concentrated on creating a masterpiece.

You smeared a glob of pink sparkly lipstick onto Aaron’s cheek, your little tongue sticking out in pure concentration. “He gonna be pretty like princess.” You smiled in pride.

Jack nodded and he grabbed a small brush, gathering some eyeshadow and making a long line across his forehead. “You are very good at this.”

As the soft bristles of the brush touched his skin, Aaron stirred slightly, but he kept his eyes closed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He could feel the weight of his children's presence in the room, their excitement palpable in the air.

Jack, unable to contain his laughter any longer, let out a soft snicker, which only fueled your enthusiasm. With renewed vigour, you continued your work, your little fingers back to dipping into pots of shimmering eyeshadow and tubes of brightly coloured lipstick.

Aaron pretended to be asleep, his chest shaking silently with suppressed laughter as he felt the long careful strokes of your finger across his face. He could hear Jack's giggles growing louder, his son's amusement infectious.

Jack dipped his finger in the palette, grabbing a giant glob of it and making little stars on Aaron’s cheek with it. You smiled in pride. “You making him look fabulous, Jackie!” Jack nodded and handed the brush over to you.

Finally, you announced triumphantly, "All done!" your voice was filled with pride as you admired your handiwork, your eyes shining with delight.

Aaron couldn't keep up the charade any longer. With a dramatic yawn, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting the gleeful expressions of his children. "Good morning, what are you guys doing in here?" he said, his voice filled with fake curiosity.

You and Jack burst into fits of laughter, your joy filling the room while Jack pointed his finger at you.

“It was Y/N's idea! She just made me help.” You looked at him with an expression like he was crazy that he just dobbed on you.

As Aaron sat up, his face adorned with a rainbow of colours and globs of glitter from his daughter's makeup kit, he smirked slightly at you.

“Oh, I see. Did you at least make me look pretty?” He asked and raised an eyebrow.

You nodded vigorously and grabbed out your little mirror, showing him. “Seee! You so pretty, like princess!” You grinned and let out a giggle.

Giggles continued to fill the room as Aaron wrapped his arms around his kids. Even after long exhausting cases that drained him, he could never stop loving spending time with his children.

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piqtescue · 6 months

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i have no memory of this scene???

WHAT EPISODE IS IT FROM HELP ME

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thewritersaddictions · 8 months

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(R) Drabble: Aaron Hotchner- Hotch

Aaron had just returned from another week's long trip away for a case. He looked worn out and tired, far more than usual. He gently kissed the crown on my head and scooped the back of my neck into his plan as his lips brushed against mine teasingly.

"Aaron, are you hungry?" I ask as he pulls away for something out of his back pocket. Bit his bottom lip, he thinks quietly. "I didn't have anything before we boarded the plane, but don't worry, I'll make something lat…" Aaron's own body rejects his thoughts. A rather famished growl tore through Aarons's sentence.

"How about we don't wait. I'll order pizza, and you shower." I offer. He sighs heavily but can't deny you're right. He does hate it when you're right because, let's be honest, most of the time, you are.

Aaron toes off his loafers, stuffing them into the shoes rake at the door. "What do you want on your pizza, love?" I ask as I pull up the website on my phone. Aaron shakes his head briefly like he's trying to get his thoughts together. "Just um… normal pizza…" A long groan later and halfway down the hall, he turns and looks back.

"Just cheese on my side, darlin'." He proclaims, finally making his way into the bedroom. I giggle at Arron's somewhat quirky attitude.

I quickly ordered the pizza and even had an extra salad on the side for Aaron since I knew he'd probably only get about one or two slices in before he declared he was full from just that alone. By the end of the order, the website claims it will be under half an hour.

The water is gushing through the pipes, and Aaron is taking his time. Letting the past week's trauma roll off his shoulders with the warm water that hits his skin. I daydream for longer than I think.

I daydream of his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he picks me up. His gentle, rough kisses that he'd lay on every surface of my skin. His large hand spread across any part of me.

I daydream so long that it's only the sound of the irritating doorbell as it rings across the apartment floor. I shake my head off my dirty thoughts and get up. Slipping my slippers onto my fuzzy-covered socks.

The doorbell rings again, and I groan as I open the door to see a young man no older than Spencer standing at the door. A pizza bag in one hand and a plastic bag in another. "Hi, a large pizza and a side salad for you, miss." It's not a question, just the young pizza delivery going through the motions. "Yep, that would be me," I say with a dopey smile.

Just knowing that Aaron is back home brings a sense of calm over my bones, and with that, I wait for the young man to give me my food. He scribbles something down on the back of my receipt before handing me the bag and pizza together.

With that wink, he's gone swaggering down the hallway like a kid who's just gotten candy from the broken machine. I turn, kicking the door shut before bringing the food to the island. Before I scream out that 'pizza is here,' Arron comes from behind the fridge door.

"Hey there, handsome," I say as I round the corner, caring not for the pizza, just wanting a more proper kiss from my lover. Except Arron isn't looking at me, he's looking at the damn crumpled-up paper receipt.

"What did he write on the back?" Aaron asks as he reaches across the island to grab the paper. "Oh, I don't know, just know that I didn't have to pay now that I'm thinking about it," I say with a slight shrug before grabbing the plates from the cabinet.

"My treat for such a sweet-lookin' woman in front of me, give me a call. Here's my phone number. xxx-xxx-xxxx," Aaron reads out loud, my brows furrow, "Who wrote that?" He rolls his eyes, "You can't be serious, right?" Aaron asks, genuinely confused about how I can't see how bad this sounds. "Oh come on babe, that young man, young boy, isn't my type." Aaron's face doesn't change, still wary and worried.

"I've only got eyes for you, Aaron; let's go eat, so I go lay down with the man I missed most in the world this past week." It's nearly an hour and a half into the current movie we're watching when the silence of the bedroom air is interrupted, "Why would that kid even think that's okay… just going around giving women his phone number." I have to hold in my laughter, "Aaron… It's starting to sound like you might be a little jealous." I tease as I smack his arm lightly.

His eyes go wide, a stuttering mess, before he catches his words and hurries a high-pitched unbelievable, "I'm not jea…no no you… I'm not jealous." He stutters over himself. I smile brightly and grab Aaron's robust and chiseled chin with my hand, pulling his attention away from the screen and to me. "Good because I love you way too much to go for a guy that flirts while on the job." I kiss his nose gently before dropping my hand and returning my attention to the movie.

Completed On: 09/09/23

Posted on: 09/10/23

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daddyissuesatthefinest · 8 months

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Hotch, I trust you

You had always felt safe around Aaron Hotchner. It wasn't just his position as a senior agent in the FBI, or his reputation as one of the best profilers in the Bureau. It was something about the way he carried himself, the calm and measured way he spoke, the intensity in his eyes that made you feel like he had your back, no matter what.

It was that feeling of safety that made it so easy for you to open up to him about your own struggles. You had been going through a rough patch recently, dealing with some personal issues that had left you feeling vulnerable and uncertain. But every time you talked to Hotch, he listened without judgement, offering advice and reassurance that somehow always made you feel better.

One night, you found yourself alone in the bullpen, Hotch had joined you so that you (or him) had some company, working late on a case. You were both sitting at your desks, typing away on your computers, when you felt a sudden surge of anxiety wash over you. You tried to push it down, telling yourself that you were being silly, but it only seemed to grow stronger.

Without really thinking about it, you turned to Hotch and blurted out, "I trust you."

He looked up from his computer, his gaze intense. "What do you mean?" he asked.

You took a deep breath, trying to put your feelings into words. "I mean...I feel safe around you. Like I can tell you anything, and you won't judge me. Like you'll always be there for me."

Hotch's expression softened, and he reached out to place a hand on your shoulder. "I am always here for you," he said firmly. "No matter what. You can trust me."

But the memory of his words and his touch stayed with you long after that night, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, there were people you could trust to be there for you.

Something in his words and his touch eased the anxiety inside you, and you found yourself leaning into his hand, feeling grateful for his presence. You stayed like that for a few moments, just soaking in the warmth and security of his touch, before he withdrew his hand and went back to work.

Found this in the depths of my notes and thought I should share <3

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p0ssywhippedcream · 9 months

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hotch asks? what about him getting a little hurt in the field but EMT trained BAU reader gets to patch him up and catches him staring at them (they'll blame his head injury, even though he's fine, but it did lower his inhibitions a bit)

CW: typical canon violence, minor blood, wounds

Home is in the bandaids you run your fingers over on his chest. Home is in your careful gaze focused on his pain. Home is in the breath of relief you allow every time he gets out of a risky situation unscathed that he pretends not to hear.

Home is immediately tugging him away from the sirens and the screaming, kicking unsub and letting Derek handle it. Home has flushed cheeks and concerned eyes and is pushing him to lean against the side of an ambulance as they worry their bottom lip.

“Y/n,” You briefly glance at his face, eyes widening at the care inside them before you look away and reach for your pocket, pulling out a mini flashlight. He groans quietly and tries to move his head out of your grasp but he’s forced to stillness as you check his eyes for a concussion. “I’m fine, he didn’t hit me that hard.”

His pupils are dilated but you get the sense they’re not from his injury that slowly weeps on his forehead, considering the flushed cheeks and shaking hands.

“He hit you with a bat, Hotch. Just hold still.” Then Home is leaving him for a moment as they gather a couple cotton balls and antibiotic cream. You return and press up closer then before to examine his wound before gently rubbing away some of his blood and dabbing at the cut. It’s small, definitely not too serious but it gave him a real bonk and he’s probably going to feel funky for a few days.

You let yourself exhale a bit heavier, knowing this is solvable and won’t damage him too badly. He watches as you go through the motions, adoration glowing in his eyes. You’ve got a determined look in your squinting eyes, your hair bounces a little as you lean off your tippy toes and reach into your pocket again.

Seeing how the height difference is completely obvious now, Aaron realizes he’d been forcing you to strain up to reach him and bends his knees, letting his back drag downward on the vehicle side.

You hardly comprehend this motion, too focused on the bandaids you’re wiping out and shedding of their outer layers. You stick them in a line on your middle finger, all three looking like pieces of tape as they dangle when you refocus on him.

“You need to be more careful.” You’re barely audible, but Aaron hears it, he hears everything you say.

He could remind you he’s the boss, he can handle it, time was on a crunch, etc but he knows that arguing wouldn’t help. It wasn’t a suggestion but more of a general statement to show him that you cared, you wanted him safe. And from the quake of your fingers earlier when you first saw his leaking hurt, he profiled it wasn’t just because he’s your superior.

You were so locked in on fixing the injury that the puppy dog eyes Aaron was making you go unnoticed until you glance down and your heart skips a beat.

His jaw is still tight, brows still furrowed and lips still pursed but his eyes are so soft and sweet, you wonder if you’ll get a toothache from his directed stare as his gaze drifts to your mouth. You watch him watch you, watch that when your mouth pops open slightly from shock his pupils track the movement with eager attention.

You remember that his wound is good now, completely covered and that you don’t need to be so close anymore. But his faint cologne and ragged breath keep you where you are. As your mouth closes, his eyes snap back up to yours and your blush goes unseen in the red and blue lighting.

You step back, giving him a moment to stand tall and clear his throat before letting him know he’s good to go and disappearing off to find Reid. You had some questions about head injuries that needed answers. As you retreat, you look back once to find he’s still as he was, eyes glued to your hesitant smile as his lips quirk just barely.

He reaches his hand up as you turn away, fingers waiting for their cue to feel his wound but he holds himself back. He wouldn't want to taint your love with his touch, ruin your goodness with his presence. He drops his arm, watching as the only pure home he'd found himself in smiled at a much younger, much kinder man and he wonders how he could try to love you when everything he holds shatters from the desperate grip he keeps. When the monster his father fostered with a bottle and a beating would spread from Aaron's liver to your soft eyes.

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The Rescue

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven,

A/N: Guys this is a very long chapter with a lot going on please put on your seatbelts, settle in, because it gets wild.

Warning: 18+ Only MDNI SMUT. Language, BDSM, Dom Aaron, emotionally detached reader, typical CM violence, childhood trauma, abusive father figure, age gap (reader 25 Aaron 40) doesn’t line up with a specific time line, use of Y/n because story is set in 3rd person for the first half then switches POV, last name for reader is Smith,

Specific Chapter Warning: R explains the trauma she dealt with as a child, SMUT. Oral (F receiving), Fingering (F receiving), Praise, Dirty talk, partially protected sex (F on the shot) Aaron has a slight breeding kink, cream pie,

Present Day

David waves one final time before slipping into his car, the parking deck of the quantico office quiet and still in the late hours. It’s nearing 12am, you’re mentally taxed, your brain begging to shut down but you can’t stop fidgeting in the passenger seat beside Aaron.

Aaron’s face is hard set, his eyes gauging your every move. “What do you want to do?” His voice is soft, filling the quiet cab, “I can take you to your neighbor’s if that would make you feel better…” There’s another option he would like to give you, his own nerves firing in overtime, afraid to let you leave his sight.

You’re staring out the window at the concrete walls, you feel hallow, like something inside your body has shattered and you’ve lost all of the important pieces. “I…” you like your lips, trying to find your voice. “Anna said she was okay with Bruce, right?”

“Yes.” Aaron draws out the word, searching for your face in the darkened glass, barely able to make out your reflection. You look torn down, the strong woman he has known chipped away to reveal a scared little girl, running from whatever darkness haunts her past. “We can go wherever you need to.”

“I’d… I just…” you take a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut. There have only been a few hours between what happened and now, and each one has been filled with flourished activity. You haven’t had time to stop and process what has happened, your brain now catching up to your body. Your head throbs slightly, the few cuts in your palms sting when you close your fists, your eyes hurt from crying so much. But the worst of it all is the war raging in your mind, the struggle of keeping it all in or letting it all out a constant battle that you seem to be losing more and more control over.

“Why don’t we take a ride?” The suggestion breaks through your thoughts, making you turn towards Aaron. His face is so soft, an expression you’ve never seen before, and you aren’t sure if you want to hate it or long for it.

“Okay…”

And so he does just that. He drives into the city, the street lights zipping by, barely illuminating dark houses and empty streets. Aaron drives with no real destination in mind, taking random turns, navigating the roads as you sit in silence. Eventually one of his hands come to rest beside your thigh, the flash of light on his watch catching your attention.

It’s a reminder.

An offer.

Salvation.

An hour passes in stark silence before you take your first deep breath, the noise loud in the small space. “Thank you… for saving me.” You force your voice to steady out, grappling for the mask you so carefully constructed all those years ago to shield the rubble of your true form.

“Do not thank me.” Aaron responds, rolling to a stop at a traffic light. You’re unfamiliar with this part of town, but it looks like a nice area with large lawns and small houses. “I just want you to talk to me.”

Your lips press together, glancing down at his large hand. Slowly you let your own hand slip off of your lap, tentatively touching his pinky with yours.

“I… it’s hard… and messy.” You whisper, watching how his fingers twitch but he makes no move to take your hand.

“I understand… but please, let me help you.” The light above suddenly cascades the car in neon green, and Aaron’s drives on, his face stoney and a twinge of desperation in his voice.

You turn your gaze back to the window with a deep breath, the cracks in your soul widening as you speak.

“I… I had a fairly normal childhood when I was younger. Very typical suburban family, my mother stayed home with me while my father worked at a mechanic shop. Happy, picturesque family…” You swallow thickly, choking on the pressure building in your chest. “I was 8 when my mom died… she was hit by a drunk driver and my dad just… he couldn’t handle it. He loved her so much that when she died he snapped. He started drinking and I… he would drink so much that I would find him passed out for hours on end and I was still just a child…”

A dark bitter laugh leaves your lips, shaking your head as you lean back into the seat. “Then one day he seemed to wake up. Instead of being mad at the world and God, things that felt no retribution from his anger, he decided that he needed something that would. Me. The night she died she was on the way home from seeing her mother. It was so late but I missed her, she had been gone for two days. I begged her to come home.”

You can still see that night vividly when you closed your eyes, the old house filled with police officers, the broken sound of your father’s begging screams. The female officer who had taken you to your room to explain that your mother would not be coming home as she sat with you on the floor surrounded by coloring books and stuffed animals.

“He told me my emotions caused everything. That if I had just sucked it up and been strong she would still be with us. He made me believe it, and… I still do to this day. From that moment on he had decided to train me to be better.”

Your fingers inch farther across Aaron’s knuckles, and finally he flips his palm, lacing your fingers through his. The feeling of him squeezing your hand settles your rolling stomach.

“Our house was a fixer upper, the guest bathroom had never been completed so my dad… painted over the small window, put foam over the gaps to the door and threw me in. I…” Your grip tightens, your throat restricting. You look over at Aaron’s normally stoic face and see barely restrained rage. “Hours and hours I’d spend in that room…. As I grew older it grew worse. He’d keep me from school… have me do everything my mother used to do. Clean, make all the meals, laundry. By the time high school rolled around I had missed so much school CPS has been called. The case was dropped in an instance because my dad charmed the woman over, said I was a run away most of the time since my mother died.”

Aarons grip on the wheel is white knuckled, his lips pressed into a hard line as he focuses on the road ahead. “I was beat with a belt that night. It gave me the courage to leave though. From that moment on I worked my ass off to get here… I just… I didn’t want there to be another kid like me… I know what my father did was wrong but it’s so ingrained in my head that every emotion I let slip through could be my undoing, could be the reason the next bad thing happens to me or those I care for… I can’t… I can’t let that happen again.”

You glance over to Aaron, who’s silence is becoming unnerving as his thumb strokes over your own. Finally he pulls your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles for a long moment before he speaks.

“I’m sorry. I know those words do little for what you have been through… I also know you don’t want to be pitied, and I’m not going to do that. You are extremely strong, Y/n. You have over come something that most people would let consume their lives, steer them to destitution.” He licks his lips and glances your way briefly, noting the solemn look on your face. “You know my opinion on your emotions, and I think you’re wrong about believing they can only bring you harm or failure. You’ve done so much involving them already you just haven’t realized it yet.

You have accomplished things that others only dream of, you alone and no one else. Your father played no role in this, he didn’t train you to become the woman you are, that was there all along. And I know deep in my heart that your mother is watching you with pride.” Your heart, the damaged organ that it is, swells from the praise and the thought of your mother. Your eyes burn and you’re surprised you have anything left to let out. But then again it’s years of buildup all coming to a head.

“Is he the reason for these?” Aaron gestures to your thigh, and you nod slightly.

“He threw me into the bathroom once and some of the tiles were broken… I can’t really feel the area anymore but I have what I guess you would call a phantom pain every now and again.”

Aaron brings your hand back for another gentle kiss, the delicate action such a contrast to the gleam of fury in his dark eyes. “My brave girl.” And for whatever reason, those three words break you. Maybe it’s because Aaron is seeing you, and not a facade, maybe it’s the perception of the fact that you are brave, or maybe it’s the simple claim that indicates so much more than ownership.

Comfort.

Safety.

Someone to rely on when you need it the most.

You clamp your other hand over your mouth as you sob, leaning into his shoulder as you feel everything fall into you all at once. Letting another person hold the weight of your world for just a little bit.

Aaron turns into a parking lot, into the first spot he can find before killing the engine and wrapping you in a tight hug. The consul is digging into your ribs, his hold is a little suffocating, but you bury your face into his chest anyways.

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Are you sure?”

Once you had finally calmed down Aaron offered you his guest room for the night. You were an hour away from home but only 20 minutes from his. After a long moment of hesitation you agreed, much to his visual relief. But now standing in front of his door you feel your reservations creeping back in.

“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.” He pushes the door open and steps into a dark room. Your breath unintentionally hitches, your eyes scanning the deep darkness until light floods the area. “I have a security system installed. We will get you the same one for your home.”

The beeping of the alarm would have went completely unnoticed had Aaron not said anything as he fiddles with the control panel on the other wall. He turns once it goes silent, watching you as you linger in the doorway, doubt and fear waging in your eyes as you scan over his simply furnished apartment.

“It’s okay. I promise.”

He’s warm reassurance makes you feet ease into the room, the door shutting firmly behind you. You’re entire body is rigid, arms slung around your center like you’re holding yourself together with your own white knuckled grip. Aaron bites his lip slight before stepping closer, gesturing to the rooms behind him.

“What would you like to do? Are you hungry?”

You tug slightly at your necklace, opening your mouth only to find the words are stuck deep in your throat.

“Y/n?” He steps closer and your eyes snap to his.

“I… I don’t know what I want to do… my head is pounding and I just… I can’t figure it out, I can’t decide.” Your stare is helpless, eyes flickering back and forth between his brown ones. It’s your way of asking for his help without letting the words out because if you do you’re scared of what you will become after that.

Something in his face shifts, it’s ever so slight but you can see it in the way he shrugs out of his coat, tossing it on the back of the couch. You can see it in the way his shoulders roll back and the lines around his eyes soften. “I know baby.” He closes the distance between you, cupping your face between burning hands and you physically feel the tension draining from your jaw. “Let’s get you cleaned up okay? We will go from there.”

Aaron leads you through the apartment, flicking on the lights as he goes, he walks you into his bedroom, a space as simply furnished as the rest of his home; and towards his joint bathroom. “Why don’t you wash your hands and I’ll find you something to wear to bed?”

Even though he is phrasing everything as a question you know he’s giving you the guidance you need, not making you over think or pick what needs to be done first. You nod your head and he gives you a soft smile before ducking out of the restroom.

You glance at your hands, the nurses had cleaned your hands enough to remove the shards of glass but there is still blood caked between your fingers and under your nails. Turning on the water you test the temperature before easing your hands under the flow. A soft hiss leaves your lips at the sting but you find yourself leaning into it.

You don’t notice Aaron standing in the doorway, watching as your hands tremble under the steaming water. “Here.” You jump faintly at the sudden rasp of his voice, finding him in the mirror.

He steps by you, his hand skimming your waist and your attention zeros in on the touch. Aaron grabs a rag from the shelf over the toilet, gently pushing you from in front of the sink. He wets the rag and turns to you, reaching for your hands without another word and begins to wipe away the blood and grime.

His hands hold yours softly, and you never knew he could be so gentle. Your eyes can’t leave his face, the concentration making lines appear between his brow, his eyes squinting slightly.

Aaron glances up at the feeling of you watching him and your cheeks flush, having been caught but still unable to look away. Once finished with your hands he rinses the rag, cupping your face once more as he runs the rough material over your cheek, cleaning away the stains of makeup.

Your eyes flutter, something in your body thrumming to life with each swipe of the cloth. “Aaron…” You don’t even mean to say his name, the syllables just fall so easily from your lips and he stills, eyes boring into yours.

“Sweet girl.” He breathes back, and your insides twist sharply. The tension is undeniable, the feeling of him so close forcing your body to react. You inch closer, your eyes dropping to his lips, watching as a smile curves the corner of his mouth.

The rag falls to the counter, his hands pulling you in the rest of the way. You’re nearly on your tiptoe, your hands finding his arms to steady yourself. He brushes a soft kiss against your lips and you whimper, the sound high in your throat and he breaks, deepening the kiss with hunger.

Electricity shoots through your body, pinging off of every nerve, setting them all ablaze. His hands move to your waist, bunching up your shirt until his palms meet your warm skin, and you shudder at the feeling. Aaron moans, the sound deep in his chest and you whimper as it travels through your bones straight to your core.

Pressing you backwards, Aaron walks you out of the restroom, hands wandering the plains of your back. You stumble against him, letting him lead you to the bed where the backs of your knees brush the king sized mattress. Your heart pounds in your chest, but when Aaron breaks the kiss to look down at you, he finds no hesitation in the dewy set of your eyes.

“Can I?” His voice is husky as he tugs at your sweater and you offer a small nod. He kisses you again, knocking the air from your lungs as he helps you pull your arms free, backing away to slip the cotton over your head and throw it to the floor. You’re in nothing fashionable, a simple black t-shirt bra but the hunger in his gaze is undeniable. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your hands find his chest, going for the buttons of his white shirt only for Aaron to grab your wrists, pulling your hands to his lips to kiss your palms. “Aaron I…”

“Do you know how hard it was to work today? Knowing you’re just a few feet away from me?” You shake your head, swaying slightly on your feet. “All I was able to think about was you. How your lips taste, how you moan my name, the way you looked underneath me in the morning.”

All of those things felt like a lifetime ago, and as his teeth nipped your skin just over the pulse in your wrist, you realize you would do anything to relive it. “I need you.” Your voice is a desperate, soft plea; your eyes alight with need making his lips curl.

“Then let me take care of you.” He whispers, his grip tightening slightly. You lick your lips, his gaze darting down for a breath before snagging your eyes again, there’s so much lust and need swirling in the depths of his brown irises that you find yourself lost in them. “Let me show you how you deserve to be treated, princess.”

“Please.” It’s a soft breath of a word, but it’s all that’s needed.

Aaron kisses you so forcefully that you’re sure your lips will be bruised, but you don’t have time to care as he suddenly pushes you. The bed springs squeak under the sudden impact of your body, the air leaving your lungs in one big whoosh. Aaron’s fingers expertly pop the button of your jeans, and your blood buzzes with excitement as you lift your hips, helping him pull them down and off your legs, taking your shoes and socks with them.

There’s something about the way he is suddenly above you, still fully dress in his work clothes where as you’re laid out scarcely clad in your underwear set, with nothing to hide behind. It’s a display of dominance that sends a rush of wet heat to your center.

Aaron smiles down at you, his hands making their way up your thighs, spreading your legs for you to display the soaked gusset of your grey panties. The moan that rips from his throat makes your stomach clench, your teeth impaling the pink flesh of your lip.

“You are all I have been able to think about,” He whispers, his fingers curling into the band of your panties as he moves to his knees. “And now I finally get to have you.” Aaron pulls your panties down your trembling thighs, laying you bare before him as he slips one of your legs over his shoulder.

His warm breath fans over your soaked lips, your vision going hazy as you prop yourself on an elbow to see. He looks sinful between your thighs, dark eyes looking up at you through darker lashes, his hair tussled, jaw hanging open slightly. The anticipation makes your stomach swoop and the breath in your lungs freeze.

You’re given no warning before he ducks his head, his tongue licking a fat stripe from your entrance and catching on your clit. You gasp at the sensation, your head falling back against the bed. Aaron wraps his arm around your thigh, holding you still as he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, your legs threatening to squeeze his skull.

“Oh fuck…” You moan, your hand finding his short hair and tugging almost painfully, back leaving the bed. Aaron smiles against you, his teeth nipping at your folds before he lazily fucks his tongue into your dripping hole. “Oh god, Aaron…”

“You taste so fucking sweet.” His arm tightens on your thigh, his other hand tracing patterns on the inner skin of the other. You squirm at the feeling, your eyes pinched shut as waves of arousal roll through your body. Aaron’s dark eyes travel up the expanse of your body, seeking your face but he can only see the way your chest rises and falls with each gasping breath, your head tossed back as noises of pleasure fill the room.

His cock pulses in the tight confines of his slacks, the need to feel your wet heat wrapped around his aching member nearly driving him insane.

“Fuck, please Aaron…” You aren’t sure what you are begging for as your orgasm begins to swell under your skin, pulling your muscles taught. A part of you wants to feel embarrassed at how easily he has been able to bring you to the brink, but the sounds of his moans between your legs quickly floods the thought out.

“Cum for me baby, make a mess on my face.” It’s dirty and mind reeling all at once, your jaw going slack as your hips grind up to meet his mouth. Aaron slips two fingers to your opening, gathering the combination of slick and spit before easing into you.

A soft whimper accompanies the sudden intrusion, your hips undulating to take more of his thick digits as your orgasm creeps ever closer. He sets a steady rhythm, slow and deep that leaves stars dancing around your vision and with one final swirl of his tongue as his fingers curl into that spongy spot deep in your walls you break.

Your orgasm rips through your body like a bolt of lightening. Your limbs lock and your back bows up, your lips form a perfect ‘O’ as waves of pleasure crash over you.

“That is, that’s my good girl.” Aaron praises, keeping his pace steady as you moan his name like a prayer. It’s a few more seconds until your body collapses back onto the bed, your fingers falling from his hair taking a strand or two with them. Aaron pulls away, standing back up licking your slick from his fingers with a grumbling groan.

Climbing back up your body he creates a trail of kisses that leave you feeling hot and desperate, a distinct emptiness between your legs as he settles over you. Aaron cups the back of your head, lifting you to meet his bruising kiss. The tangy taste of yourself is heavy on his tongue as he explores your mouth, your still trembling hands finding his back and pulling him closer.

The hard ridge in his slacks presses against your heated, slick core, grinding slowly. You whimper into his mouth, hands trialing up his back, scratching at his shirt. You break away with a gasp. “To… too many clothes.” Going for the small plastic buttons Aaron lets out a soft laugh as your fumble over them.

“Easy princess. All you had to do was ask.” He sits back on his heels, your legs draped over his thighs and you watch mesmerized as his fingers easily work the buttons free, revealing his chest full of dark hair. You manage to twist your arm behind your back, freeing the clasp of your bra and quickly throwing it somewhere in the floor to join the growing pile.

Aaron groans at the sight of you, his mouth watering as he thinks of every spot he wants to cover with bites and bruises. Starting with your breasts. He leans over you, snagging your wrists and pinning them to the bed.

You bite your cheek, surprised that you welcome the weight of him above you, that you like the feeling of him pinning you down, leaving you to his mercy. You find your mind slipping more, every worried thought falling into some unreachable place that can remain in the dark.

Clearing his throat lightly, Aaron licks his lips. “Maybe I should have asked this sooner but… when was the last time you were with someone.?”

An awkward but none the less important question to ask, even if he is seated between your trembling thighs, staring down at your naked body.

A new flush spreads over your cheeks and you shift against the bed, against the hold he has on your wrists. “I… I was in high school.”

A moment of shock steals his features before he can school his face back. “Do you take birth control?”

You squirm again, chewing the inside of your cheek as his thumbs rub over your galloping pulse. “I.. Every three months I go get a shot. It’s better than taking a pill every day that I might forget.” You explain weakly, searching his face.

Aaron nods, shifting his weight on his knees, his cold belt buckle pressing into your thigh. “I can always grab a condom if that makes you feel better.” One hand leaves your wrist but you don’t dare move as he places it on your lower tummy, spreading wide. “But I have to admit, the idea of fucking you full of me is very, very exciting.” Your breath catches, eyes widening and Aaron’s grin turns devilish. “You think so too.”

All you can do is nod slightly, a thrill working through your body that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end, gooseflesh cascading over your skin.

Sitting back, Aaron releases you completely to fiddle with his belt. The brown leather hisses through the belt loops and when he stands he takes his pants and boxers down in one swoop. Your eyes instantly fall to the hard member standing up between his legs and your thighs clench.

His cock is long and thick, the dark hairs at the base trimmed neatly like the rest of him. A few veins run along his shaft, the prominent one on the underside pulsing slightly. He takes himself in his hand, pumping once, twice, to relieve some of the ache, the mushroom head a light shade of pink.

You whimper at the sight of him, the need in your belly almost painful. “Aaron… I want you.” Your voice is sultry, your eyes glazed over when you finally look at his face. He smiles crookedly as he slinks back onto the bed, his eyebrow cocked.

“You can have me, princess. Every part of me is yours.” The words scorch through your chest right to the very center of your soul and you find your legs falling apart, your hands still gripping the sheets above your head. “Come here.” Instead of covering you with his body, Aaron lays down beside you, turning you so you lay on your side as well.

“What?” He pulls your back flush to his chest, his hand slipping over your thigh and dragging your leg on top of his. You whimper when you feel the smooth heat of his cock glide through your wet folds, your back instinctively arching into him.

Aaron’s arm tucks under your head, his other hand free to roam your body as he rocks his hips, slipping his cock between your folds with ease, gathering your slick. “So wet baby, so ready for me aren’t you?” He breathes, pressing kisses along your shoulder and neck. You whine and press your head back into his shoulder, exposing your neck more. “That’s my girl. Are you going to let me mark you up? Show everyone just who you belong to?”

You nod without a thought in your head, “Y-yes… please Aaron.” He smiles against your skin before nipping the delicate area, turning the skin a deep shade of red as he closes his lips over the spot. You moan loudly, rocking your hips back against his, the steady glide of his cock bumping into your clit driving you wild.

“So fucking pretty.” He whispers and you force yourself to turn your head and look at him. When you do your heart jumps to your throat, his hooded eyes burn with lust but there’s something else swirling just below the surface, something that makes your head groggy and your body melt into his.

“You belong right here.” His voice is deep and rough and it makes your jaw slacken. Your chest squeezes, butterflies erupting in your stomach, beating at you with their wings as his hips draw back. The round head of his cock presses against your entrance, his hand tightening on your hip. “I’m going to enjoy every moment of watching you come undone for me.” He presses forward, stretching you around him and your nails dig into his forearm with a whine. Aaron’s gaze never wavers from yours, caught in the depths of your irises. “Then every moment of piecing you back together.”

Leisurely Aaron rocks his hips, slipping deeper and deeper into your wet heat. Every inch has your back arching, the ridges and bumps rubbing along your walls in the most perfect way. Your eyes slip nearly shut, your breath puffing across his pink lips and your only awareness is of Aaron. How his muscles bunch under your hand, how your body sticks to his from the heat radiating between you both, how his fingers dig into your flesh guiding your hips back to meet his as he sinks home.

Never have you felt this full, the stretch burns and it boarders on painful but you wouldn’t want it any other way. Ecstasy skirts down Aaron’s spine, making his own groan slip free and his cock twitch. You jump at the feeling, your breath wheezing in your lungs and he smiles, repeating the motion.

“Aaron… oh fuck.” It’s all you can manage, head falling back into the crevice of his shoulder, one arm wrapping up around his that pillows your head. His name is a soft, sweet beg and it has Aaron’s stoicism crumpling.

“Tell me what you need, princess. I’ll give you everything.” His breath is warm against your ear, your eyes starting to water for reasons you can’t explain the longer he stays seated inside you. His hand continuously strokes your side as you fight for your words, kisses littering your jaw as the seconds pass.

“I need… I need you to move, Aaron.”

There isn’t a chance in hell he would make you beg twice, slowly he pulls back, ensuring you feel every part of him before pushing back in. Your jaw drops, uninhibited moans falling past your lips at the steady rhythm he sets. Aaron slips his hand to your cheek, caressing you with his thumb in time to each deep thrust. “You take me so well, my cock was made just for you wasn’t it?”

It consumes your body like a wild fire, burning intense and bright, cracking through your skin which each grind of his hips. You cling to him where you can, your eyes rolling back into your skull, and he uses the opportunity to turn your face back to his. Aaron kisses you with no sense of urgency, no rush to throw you to the end, he claims your mouth the same way he claims your body; with a measure of patience and understanding that leaves you reeling.

You break away first, moaning his name and his hand travels down your neck, cupping your heavy breast as his lips find your neck. His long fingers toy with your pebbled nipple, sparks flying into your stomach with each pinch and roll. Your leg tightens around his thigh, your breath coming faster as your body arches into his touch.

“I’m… fuck I’m going to cum.” You breath into the warm air, your cunt fluttering around his cock rhythmically.

“Cum for me, take what you need and cum all over my cock.” Aaron’s rhythm doesnt falter in the slightest, the pump of his cock hard and slow hitting spots you’d never dreamt of finding. His hand leaves your breast, trailing down your stomach slowly circling your belly. You moan at the feeling, his lips pulling into a smile against your skin. “This little part right here, this part of your beautiful belly, drives me mad.” His hand presses down into your lower stomach slightly and you see stars at the sudden pressure, feeling his cock against rubbing against your muscles. “Imagining you heavy and round-.” Aaron groans as your cunt tightens, your breath uneven like the sudden stutter in your hips. “Pregnant with my baby.”

A guttural version of his name leaves your lips as you snap in two. The fire inside your body turning into an inferno, consuming you entirely as you cling helplessly to Aaron. Your head is flush with his shoulder, your foot hooked around his leg as your pussy spasms and coats his cock with cream. Aaron’s pace suddenly falters and he moans loudly, the feeling of your velvet walls clamping down around him nearly his undoing.

Slowly you drift back to yourself, gasping for air and shuddering as the aftershocks rock through you. You lick your lips, about to say anything when suddenly Aaron is pressing you forward, rolling you onto your front. He slips free of your pussy and you whimper, letting him adjust your pliant body to his needs. With your chest pressed to the bed and your ass thrust into the air Aaron groans at the sight of you. Your thighs tremble in effort to keep yourself up right, sweat gleams across your back and shoulders, flushing your skin a beautiful shade of pink. “You’re doing so good for me.” His hands graze over the globe of your ass, settling on your hips as he nudges your knees apart, adjusting your stance. You make a soft noise in your throat, fingers finding hold in the bedding. “I know baby, you’re being such a good girl though. I know you can take it, just relax for me.” Your brain hardly keeps up, picking out the important words in its state and your body melts into the mattress with a sigh. His cock aligns with your opening, teasing until you whimper, rocking back trying to impale yourself on him. Aaron smiles, sweeping your hair off of your neck and into his fist. He's gentle as he tugs at the strands, testing the waters and you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"That's it baby. Just like that." He draws out the words as he sinks into your heat. The angle is so much different than before, the head of his cock rubbing along the front wall of your cunt and you gape at the sensation. Your grip tightens on the bed as his hips become flush with your ass, giving you a moment to adjust.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck." You mumble, electricity skimming up your spine as Aaron pulls back until only the tip is left.

"Beg for me." The words are a laced growl and you simper below him, the hold on your hair growing tighter.

"Please, please Aaron I want- I need you so bad. Please fuck me." You don't know where the words come from, somewhere deep and primal in your guts but they have never felt so right.

Aaron's hips snap forward, sinking into you at a punishing force and you cry into the air, the need and pleasure curling back into your stomach with a vengeance. To say Aaron is fucking you into the mattress is an understatement, the hold on your hip is bruising and the grip on your hair is punishing. The lewd sounds of sex fill the air, wet squelching as his cock sinks into you, the slap of skin against skin and the unmistakable moans of pleasure.

"Such a good. Fucking. Girl." He breathes, his body curving over your own, husky moans falling from his lips as he pounds into you. "Fuck baby, you're squeezing me so hard. Are you gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock?"

Your head tips back a smile curving your lips at his praise and you nod what little you can. "Yeees! Oh god yes Aaron.” You hold onto the sheets with white knuckled force, your moans and gasps mixing with his grunts making an intoxicating song. He growls low in his chest, his teeth bared, sweat gleaming on his shoulders and forehead.

“I’m gonna cum Y/n… I’m gonna make you mine. Again.” A harsh thrust makes you keen, your head tilting back making your neck strain. “And again.” Another one leaves you gasping, your mouth falling open. “And again.”

You snap simultaneously, his hips slamming into your ass as you cry his name. His cock switches, painting your walls with ropes of milky cum, your cunt squeezing every last drop free as you shudder and collapse. Lights dance behind your lids, your orgasm moving through your body with such force you are scarcely aware of the moans falling from Aaron’s kiss bitten lips.

“Mine. My good girl, my pretty little thing.”

It takes a few more moments before Aaron is able to roll onto his back beside you, grunting slightly at the burn in his hips as you let out a soft moan, stretching out your soar muscles. Aaron pulls you into his side easily, wrapping an arm around your waist as your head finds his shoulder.

You both lay like that for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of it all as you try to catch your breaths. Your brain hasn’t quite caught up to your sated body, letting the euphoria and calm take the lead for a while longer.

Aaron is the first to break the soft silence. “We need to get you cleaned up.” A soft noise of protest leaves your lips, your limbs too heavy to move. A smile in his voice makes your own lips curl, “I know. But we need to. There’s going to be a lot going on tomorrow.”

With that you can’t argue, so you allowed Aaron to slip from your grip, the sound of water running in the bathroom filling the quiet. Moments later he’s back, helping you into the restroom on unsteady legs where a warm shower awaits.

When he steps in behind you, you only have a moment to be surprised before he pulls you under the stream of water. The shower is small with just enough room for the both of you, but you find no protest on your lips as Aaron begins massaging his fingers through your hair.

You sigh blissfully, letting your weight rest against his chest as he works away the agony of today, but also a little off of the mountain that has weighed you down for so long.

“I don’t care about the contact.” His deep voice is sudden making you jump slightly.

“What?”

“I don’t care about the contract.” Aaron runs his hands down to your shoulders, turning you slightly so you can gauge his face as he speaks. “I care about you, the contract was… is a piece of paper to ensure neither of us got hurt. We don’t need it.”

You scan his face, his dark eyes reading so much more than he is saying. “What… what do we do then?” Your throat works as you swallow, butterflies eating once more at your belly as Aaron cups your check.

“Whatever you would like… but… I like the idea of you coming to me with your problems, of taking care of you, of you being mine.” He curls your necklace around one of his fingers, tugging softly and a new heat flairs at the bottom of your spine. Aaron’s dark eyes scan your face, trying to read your thoughts.

“I…” You swallow, the reality hitting you. These last few days had you thrown through the wringer, forced out of your comfort zone, and brought dark secrets to light. You’ve struggled and cried and raged all while finding comfort and passion and acceptance in ways you didn’t know existed before Aaron Hotchner knocked on your door one dark morning.

You nod your head slowly, licking your lips as you run your hands up his chest, the water spilling over his shoulder and the mist sprinkling your cheeks. You press in tighter and Aaron cups the back of your head, angling it ready to capture your lips at a moment’s notice.

“I can still call you ‘Sir’?”

A large smile breaks across his face, wrinkling the corners of his eyes as he cups your face, bringing you closer. "You can call me whatever you would like, little one..." His palm slips into your wet hair, tangling his fist into the strands and giving a soft tug. "As long as I get to call you mine." He laces the word with a growl and crashes his lips to yours with surprising force, need instantly flooding out the exhaustion from your system. You gasp against his lips, whimpering a soft yes as his tongue sweeps over your own.

"Good girl."

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