#i can’t get enough of step!dad Hotch
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JADEEEE i'd love to see an interaction between hotch and teacher!reader outside of school? maybe jack sees her first and step away from hotch for a moment to say hi, hotch gets scared when he realizes jack left but reader comes with him just a moment later because she's panicking too like 'why are you alone? where's your dad?' and jack takes her to him. is that ok??? i hope so! love you <3333
I love you ty for your request! —Hotch flirts with Jack’s favourite teacher, because he’s never as subtle as he should be. fem, 2k
Jack reads a couple of books a week now his dad is home more often. His mom used to read to him some because he loves them, but she preferred to tell her own on the fly. His dad isn’t as good a story teller, and when he does try the stories don’t end up very happy, so they read. Sometimes two or three books a night if they're short ones.
With Jack’s library card they can borrow ten books. With his dad’s, another ten. Twenty altogether, enough to last the month if they’re careful or if dad gets called away a lot, which he usually does.
“Can I look for Super Pup?” Jack asks his dad.
Aaron sits on a chair a little too small for him in the kids section. “What?” he asks, looking up from the back of the large picture book Jack’s just handed him.
“Super Pup?”
“I’ll help, buddy.” Hotch looks like he’s going to stand, then hesitates. “In a second. Don’t go where I can’t see you, Jackers.”
Hotch is tired. He didn’t come home until very late, but he’d woken Aunt Jess anyway and, when Jack woke, there his dad was sleeping in the beanbag by his bed. He’s sore all over now and exhausted from a restless night. Jack feels sorry, as much as he can for being six nearly seven, but he also knows that his dad doesn’t mind the hurting. It was nice to wake up together after a few days apart.
And now he’s brought him to the library, and after that they’ll go for groceries. Jack should be quick. If they get home before dinner time his dad will ask him if he wants to nap together, which is the best. They just lay there in the big bed with the fan on and snooze until it’s too late to cook, so his dad breaks out the takeout menus, and promises he won’t do it again with a quick hug from behind.
As though it makes him a terrible parent for feeding his kid. Jack can’t know how guilty it makes Hotch feel to do it, and Hotch doesn’t seem to notice how much Jack loves these days where his dad is exhausted and totally his.
Jack runs around looking for Super Pup. Hotch’s phone beeps in his pocket, and he fights to keep his eyes open.
A ways away, you browse the fiction section in a crouch, knees somehow totally under your skirt, flicking aside spines of skinny books for something you can read at lunch time. Something that doesn’t require much attention, and could be read in short intervals. You used to demand a half hour to yourself when you first started teaching, but that was before the lonely kids started cropping up. Kids with no friends, or sad smiles, who want company and quiet alike.
You reach for a pink-spined Japanese translation as a little hand pats your elbow. You’re so used to kids you say, “What’s up?” before you remember you aren’t at work.
You turn in your crouch to look behind you. “Oh, hi, Jack! What are you doing here?”
“Me and dad are looking for books.”
You smile at him genuinely, happy to see your favourite student, even if you’re terrified on the inside at the prospect of his father. He’s the most gentlemanly man you’ve ever met. He’s arduous in how respectful he is, he’s understanding, and he’s tall, dark, and handsome. It is a chilling collection of traits. You stumble whenever you have to talk to him.
But Jack is easy. You and Jack talk every day. “What sorts of books? Just for fun?”
“I want to read Super Pup.”
The kids love Super Pup and his magic bark. You stand promptly, suddenly much taller than Jack as you brush down your skirt. “Wait,” you say. Mr. Hotchner gets called away for work all the time, but he wouldn’t leave Jack alone, would he? “Where’s your dad? You’re not by yourself, are you?”
Jack laughs. “No! I’m looking for Super Pup! Dad’s tired.”
You can’t decipher exactly what those two things have to do with each other, but you can guess how panicked his dad will be to find Jack so far from the kid’s section. Fiction is the other side of the library. “How did you end up over here?” You offer your hand. “Should we go back and find your dad?”
“I saw your skirt, Miss L/N. I like the flowers.”
He takes your hand, clumsy to your gentleness. “Thanks, honey. Let’s go find dad before he calls his scary friends and has your name on the news.”
You get to the kids section slowly. Endearingly so, but nerve-wracking, too, because Mr. Hotchner can be intimidating. Jack likes holding your hand, you think, clinging to your fingers as he guides you across the library, past the staircase down to the first floor, and back to the kids section.
“Jack?” Mr. Hotchner asks loudly, turned away from you both near the graphic novel selection. “Jack.”
“Mr. Hotchner,” you say.
“Dad!”
He spins on his heel. His shoulders relax noticeably, but the stress in his gaze remains.
“Jack, I said stay where I can see you,” he says, not half as scolding as he could be as Jack lets go of your hand and runs to his legs, where he stops. “Please, buddy. You gotta listen to me.”
Jack turns between you and his dad with a smile, “But look, it’s Miss L/N.”
“I can see,” he says softly.
Mr. Hotchner leans down, taking Jack up into his arms with impressive ease, and begins the walk to you where you’ve stayed.
“I hope he didn’t interrupt you,” he says.
“Please,” you say, “he’s my favourite. Just–” You wince. “Don’t tell anybody at school I said that, Jack. Please.”
“I think we can keep this secret,” Mr. Hotchner says.
“He was just telling me that you’re looking for Super Pup. If you don’t find it, we have copies at the school library. And we can always order you one.”
Mr. Hotchner gives you a small, and what you know to be rare, smile. “I don’t think he even looked.”
“I did look!” Jack disagrees, though his disagreement barely has any attitude to it, a credit to his upbringing.
“You clearly weren’t looking in the right place.”
“I was too. How would you know, you were sleeping!”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” Mr. Hotchner says to you.
You tuck your hands behind your back. “It’s okay, Mr. Hotchner, I believe you. In my classroom we like to say we’re resting our eyes.”
“Aaron,” he says, as he says whenever you speak to each other, and as you always forget to call him. Not a demand but a suggestion you’d swear to be bordering affectionate.
You’ve been Jack’s teacher for two months this year, and almost the entire year previously. In the summer when they leave, you’ll find out if you’re moving up a grade with him, but until then, you’ve made the most of such a nice kid, and you aren’t shy to tell that to Aaron. You don’t mind that Jack spends his lunch time with you. He embodies all of the reasons that pushed you to become a teacher in the first place.
And his father is a good reason to stay. He’s one of the only nice (hot) dads.
You do worry often that he can read your expression. His lips have quirked into a bemused smile, what’s so funny? He’s terrifying.
“Aaron,” you rush to say, and fill the silence you’ve made, “It’s nice to see you.”
“It’s nice to see you, too. You’ll see me on Monday, so you’ll be sick of me by Tuesday.”
You rock ever so gently on your heels. “You aren’t working.”
“It’s Jack’s birthday.”
You nod, pleased. “I know! I know, we already talked about what cupcakes he wants, didn’t we? Everybody’s gonna have rainbow sprinkle, and for a treat we’re going to watch a movie before lunch.”
“Do you do that for every kid?”
“I do.”
“How do you afford it?” He lowers his gaze. “I just mean, it’s expensive to do that for every birthday.”
“Luckily for me and unluckily for the kids, quite a few of them have birthdays outside of term time. Thirty students is three trays of ten, and that doesn’t usually break the bank, even if things get tight. But… I don’t know, I guess I just have to make room when it does. It’s special to feel special, and,” —you smile, exuberant and a little shy at once, clutching your elbow in your hand— “Jack always makes everybody else feel special. ”
The boy in question turns into his fathers chest, pleased beyond words.
Aaron gives you a long, long look. “Thank you,” he says.
“Oh, you’re welcome.”
You say goodbye to Aaron and Jack and wish them both a good weekend, which you spend wondering what the pressure of Aaron’s hand would be like on your shoulder, and if you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking about it at all. He seems like he’d give a good hug. You catch yourself picturing him opening a door and ban yourself from thinking of him at all.
Monday morning, you stand at the door ushering your students inside, and you can’t help beaming when Jack and Aaron arrive.
“Aw, Jack, where’s your birthday badge?” you ask, fall air nipping your nose.
“He was feeling too shy,” Aaron says. He’s in casual dress again. Some men should be banned from half-zips, it’s inhumane.
“You were?” You bend just a bit, hand in your pocket. “Well, I thought you might be, so I brought my badge from home. It’s super shiny, bud. What do you think?”
You show Jack the badge, It’s My Birthday in silver against a rainbow backdrop.
Maybe it was silly to bring, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t want to wear one, and maybe he should. He deserves for all his friends to give him some attention, and to have them fight over who gets to sit with him at lunch.
“We have something for you,” Jack says.
You stand straight. “You do?”
Aaron hadn’t been expecting to be the one to give it to you, that much is obvious. He hesitates for a second before he passes you a small brown box, the top of which is made up of four leaves folded into a dome. You have an inkling of what it might me.
“Thank you… Can I open it now?” you ask.
“I think you should wait for lunch,” Aaron says.
You raise your eyebrows but abide by his suggestion, murmuring another thank you as Aaron bends to give Jack a hug. “Have a good day. I’ll be here to pick you up, I promise,” he says.
It’s a great day. The kids are excited for cupcakes and overjoyed to get them before lunch. Not a crumb goes uneaten, and as they all sing for Jack with his borrowed badge, he’s actually happy for the attention. He doesn’t eat with you at lunch, which is a great thing even if you love his company.
Alone, you fold back the leaves of your mysterious box and smile like an idiot when you confirm what’s inside. A cupcake slightly more sophisticated than rainbow sprinkle spreads icing across the brown carrier, and a business card leans against the other side.
The front of the card is as you’d expected it to be spelling out Aaron’s contact details from work, and you combust thinking he wants you to call him, but it’s the back that you’d been meant to see. You read it as you fold down the leaves of the cupcake carrier,
Thirty students, three trays of ten. What does that leave for you? —Aaron.
Flirt, you think firmly, happily. He’s such a flirt.
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Ok you have to do an extension of that spencer x hotch!reader where reader gets fatally injured on the job 😩 i NEED to see hotch and spencer losing their shit
GROUNDED • S. REID X READER
fem reader (hotch's daughter); reader gets shot and severely injured; established relationship; angst; hurt/comfort; banter; talks of death; reader almost dies; ~1.4k words
At first, it didn’t feel like anything. Adrenaline numbed the nicks and scratches and bruises you got while in the field chasing unsubs and climbing through and over beaten down structures. For a moment, it worked here too.
And then, it was excruciating. A hot pain flared through your side, and tore a choked gasp from you. Your hand flew to your side, covering the wound — it’d gotten right between the buckles of your Kevlar.
“Morgan, go!” You snap when he hesitates at your cry. And then you grab your radio with your free hand as your knees crumple, radioing urgent help for an officer down and shots fired, also requesting back up in the direction you saw Derek run.
The world spun. The multicolor haze of lights from street signs swam across your vision, and you could feel your blood soaking your hand. It wasn’t slowing down, and you hiss a labored breath. The pain worsened on that side, and it was then you realized you couldn’t breathe right. You gasp, wheezing, and are met with pains and shallow gasps.
Your vision dims. You try to call for help but everything is too heavy, too much, and not enough. It’s all you can do to keep the pressure on it, but your hand falls, bloodied and limp, to your side. You can’t find the strength to move your fingers again.
You can hear sirens.
And then everything was gone.
You wake to the incessant beeping of machines. You suck in a breath and immediately regret it, pain searing through your left side. The intensity sends you reeling, pouring over your nerves in a slow trickle until everything is in agony.
More sounds — voices, angry and worried, and then a clamor of metal and hands on you. You open your eyes then, and it makes you lightheaded.
“Don’t move,” a gentle voice instructs. “You’re safe. But we need you to be very careful while you heal.”
You take another shallow breath, and this one doesn’t hurt. You can crane your head just slightly to the side, and you spot Spencer first, talking animatedly — angrily? — to a doctor in the hallway.
And then, your father. He’s at the foot of your bed.
“Hi, Dad,” you croak, voice dry and scratchy.
He swallows and steps to your side, tilts a cup of water to your lips in small amounts. “Hi, sweetheart,” he brushes limp and stringy hair from your forehead and then presses a cool paper towel, swiping away sweat — blood and dirt, too, you’re sure.
“What’s the diagnosis?”
“Pneumothorax—” and there’s your boyfriend, brow furrowed and voice tight with more anger than you’ve heard in a while, and you really hope it isn’t towards you, cowering back into your pillows. “The shot punctured your lung. They have a tube inserted to help decrease air pressure and help you heal. It will take several days.” Spencer softens his voice, and you realize how cold you are when his warm fingers wrap around and hold your hand tenderly. “And neither me or Hotch are letting you back in the field for a while.”
You whine. “I’m fine,”
A cough cuts off your complaint and renders it inaccurate immediately as you gasp hoarsely and wince at the feeling.
“You will be on bedrest,” Spencer grumbles. “If I need to, I will tie you down and spoon feed you,”
Your dad laughs, and you glare at him. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.”
“You will be,” he says, stepping back to let Spencer sit on the small space by your hips. “Because we will not let you be anything but. I’m going to go get you food and update the team.”
Once he’s gone, you look to Spencer. His face is lined with tension and worry, and he’s been crying. There are still stains on his cheeks, and his eyes are still glassy and red. Every part of his expression is tight with worry and emotion.
“How bad is it?” You ask him finally, and he softens his features with a sigh and a few moments. “Tell me. Honestly. You know I hate not knowing, Spence.”
He swallows. “You… you could’ve—” he chokes on the words, voice cracking. He can barely get them out. “You almost died, honey.” Spencer blinks back his tears with force. “If you hadn’t radioed when you did, you would’ve.”
You can only stare at him.
“I almost… I almost lost you. I could never forgive myself if it happened.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Spence.”
Spencer shakes his head. “I knew the unsub would be aggressive when facing law enforcement, and I sent you with Morgan anyways. And Hotch allowed it. And—” he turns his head away sharply, but you still see the tear roll down his cheek. “I should’ve been there. To help you. You know I trust you, but I can’t bear the idea that you would die just for us to catch an unsub.”
“It’s me, or it’s some other girl, who died with no reason and no one to keep her safe,” you bite back your own tears. “We knew he would kill again. Quickly. And we both know this job is dangerous. I would be happy knowing I saved someone’s life. Someone who didn’t choose to face danger head on.”
Spencer deflates. His voice is barely a whisper. “And would you be happy knowing I couldn’t even say goodbye?” His breath hitches in a way that sounds almost as painful as your collapsed lung. “The last thing I would’ve said to you would be ‘we’ll talk about it later.’ We had been arguing, sweet girl.”
You try to stroke his cheek, but your shoulder aches too much.
“I would not be able to live with myself.”
His shoulders slump and he curls in on himself, so small. He leans down and kisses your cheek.
“I know you are so brave. And you care so, so, so much. But you… you can’t do that. Let him go. I am not ready to let you.”
You do start crying then, and his thumb wipes them away. He kisses the ones that end by your lips, and leans his forehead into yours. After a while, you can’t tell whose tears are whose.
“Spencer,” you sigh. “I’m so sorry.”
“Shh,” he soothes. “I shouldn’t be upset, I’m sorry. I’m just happy you’re still as stubborn as always.”
You laugh. It hurts.
Your dad comes back with a tray of your favorite foods (even if they are the dull and unappealing hospital versions). “Do you think you can eat?”
“As in my appetite? Or the effort?”
He tilts his head. “Both.”
“Maybe.”
He sets it up on the table for you, and Spencer pulls back to make space as they feed you mashed potatoes. It’s weird, to have both of them so focused on you.
“How mad are you, Dad?” You ask after a while, pushing back the plate. You feel sick from the pain, and each bite is a test of your stomach.
“I’m not… mad.”
“But you’re not exactly thrilled with me.”
“I would never be with any of the team who got shot.”
“I’m asking about how I acted. I sent off Morgan. I acted impulsively. I actively put myself at risk. How mad are you?”
He sighs. “We’ve all done it. I know why you did. And we will discuss it, fully, later. But right now, we are all happy that you are on the mend.”
You smile. It’s weak, but you’re getting tired. “So I’m not grounded?”
“Oh, you absolutely are,” he chuckles. “No phone. And bedtime is nine.”
You laugh. It hurts. You try not to wince too hard, but they both catch it.
“Lay back down, love,” Spencer helps you get comfortable. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Do you promise?” You ask. The tremble in your voice is, honestly, embarrassing, but you need them.
Spencer nods. Your dad kisses your forehead as he tucks you in, like he did when you were a kid until you complained you were too old for it at your big age of fourteen. Your heart aches with fondness and a bittersweet nostalgia. You missed it desperately. “Promise,”
i know you said fatally but idk if i am to an Authorial Point where i can just kill the reader. just not there. title isn't just focused on hotch "grounding" her but also in that they are grounding her and making her feel safe and loved
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dbf & corruption link Hotch with plus-sized reader who didn’t think he would ever be interested in HER and is so naive about it omfg the gif u reposted fuckkk I can’t stop thinking about it
YEAHHHH YOU GET IT
Okay I didn't realise I was gonna turn this into a whole fic JWFJEKFKDKFKRK (I'm writing this midway through the fic rn whoops 🫣)
Reader is early 20s and lives at home with her dad. I cba writing too much abt it in the plot sorry lol
Dbf!Aaron Hotchner x plus-size fem!reader|Minors dni NSFW|5.9K words
Warning(s): SMUT, Corruption kink, fingerfucking, sir/daddy kink 👀, almost getting caught
(d/n) = dad's name
It wasn't often you met your dad's friends, they only really managed a few meet ups a year with how busy people's lives were these days. And so when your dad approached you to inform you he was attending a meal out with said friends you were happy for him. But you didn't expect him to offer you to join him.
"My buddies have been wondering how you're getting on," he had said, standing in the doorway of your bedroom. "You should come along, sunny. The guys are bringing along their partners but eh, you know me. As big of a bachelor as one can be."
You rolled your eyes with a chuckle, but within your stomach you felt it coiling with anxiety. And you knew he could tell from the change of expression on his face.
"Hey... you don't actually have to come along if you're not comfortable. I know you don't really, uh, enjoy these sorts of things."
"No, no! I'll come along. Um, I just don't really remember any of your friends by name." You said quickly. He chuckled and shook his head, and you knew if he was closer he would have ruffled your hair affectionately.
"Fair enough, sunny. That's a relief actually, given that I already booked for you to come along as well."
With a gasp, you thumped your dad lightly.
"Dude!" You cried, making him laugh and step back a little.
"Well, we're aiming to meet up around seven tonight so be sure to be ready by half six." He grinned at you and you felt yourself returning the expression. It was nice seeing your dad looking a lot happier these days.
By the time you were dressed up ready for the meal that night you were inwardly panicking. Had you overdressed? Underdressed? Why did it even matter what his friends thought? Oh god, having to eat in front of his friends?! Needless to say, you were an absolute mess. Your dad grabbed one of your hands to squeeze it comfortingly as the two of you sat in the back of a taxi on the way to the restaurant and your lips curled up slightly in appreciation. It would be okay. There was no need to panic.
The ride was all too short to calm your nerves and at this point you felt jittery. It was too late to back out now though, and you quickly climbed out of the taxi when your dad walked around to open your door for you, mumbling a quick thanks and smoothing out the skirt of your pretty dress. You hadn't gone with anything flashy, opting to wear a mid-thigh length white dress that was covered in tiny blue flowers with a dropped neckline, some pretty knee-high socks and white sneakers. It made you feel good, your large curves complimented your outfit and you felt less inclined to shy away right now. With a quick adjustment of the strap of your bag, you followed your dad into the restaurant.
Oh... it was certainly more posh than you anticipated. Had your dad's friends always been this fancy?! Those coils of anxiety only tightened more as your dad spoke to the waiter about the booking. And then you were both escorted to a large table where six other people were already seated.
"Well look who it is! (D/n), you're looking well!" One of the men exclaimed cheerfully. You vaguely recognised the faces around the table, but not enough to know them by name. The man's eyes flicked to you and his eyes widened. "Goodness! Is that your little one?! You're all grown up!"
Your cheeks felt hot as you quickly sat down beside your dad, smiling shyly at the outspoken friend.
"Yeah, it's me. I don't think you guys have seen me since I was... eleven?" You conversed quietly. One of the wives of a different friend leaned forward, eyes sparkling.
"You look gorgeous, sweetie!"
Beside you, your dad could feel you trembling slightly and chuckled, waving his friends off.
"Alright, alright let the girl be."
As the attention drifted from you and the conversations changed to the mundane of friends catching up after a long time, your eyes drifted around the table. Your brows slightly pulled together. There was an empty seat next to you on your left. You gently nudged your dad, who turned to you.
"What's up, sunny?" He asked quietly. You offered a quick smile of reassurance.
"Um, is there meant to be someone else here?"
His eyes flicked to the empty chair, then back to you.
"Ohhh right yes! You remember Mr Hotchner, right? He's running a little late but he should be here soon."
No, you didn't quite remember Mr Hotchner. It had been years since you'd heard anything surrounding that name. All you knew was he had a very involved job that took him all over the country. As you sat deep in thought your dad's voice cut through as he made a humming noise, mouth full of beer. You glanced at him, noting he was looking over your shoulder at someone. But before you could turn you heard the chair next to you slide on the polished floor and shuffle as someone sat down in it. A wave of an alluring cologne flooded your senses and you slowly turned back to facing the table, heart racing. Then you heard him.
"I'm sorry I'm late, we just got back from a case. Barely had time to freshen up at home before coming here." Mr Hotchner spoke smoothly, voice deep and sensually gentle. You dared to glance next to you and you clenched your pillowy thighs together. Fucking christ, he was sexy! With the corner of his mouth turned upwards, the man oozed assurance and control as he greeted his friends around the table. Your eyes couldn't stop wandering over his features, the scattered beauty marks on his mature skin, the eyebags under his dark eyes, the prominent slope of his nose that you quickly had to move on from to not let your mind wander too much... His hair was short with a few stray wisps flopping onto his forehead and you could have sworn you could spot a few streaks of grey in it too.
And then he turned to look at you and your father. He raised a brow, feigning surprise.
"Oh hello, Mr (L/n). It's been a very long time since I saw you last. And this must be..." his eyes drifted to you, his lips twitching.
"(Y/n), sir." You managed to say, feeling hot and flustered. You dad chortled.
"My lovely sunny is here to humor her old man! Don't spook her."
"Spook me?" You squeaked. Mr Hotchner chuckled and shook his head.
"He's referring to me profiling people as part of my job. It tends to freak people out." He explained to you in that delicious voice of his. "And please, call me Aaron. Calling me sir makes me feel old."
Aaron didn't look even the slightest bit annoyed, his smirk only growing as his eyes travelled up and down your figure. You shivered.
"I- I see... Could you tell me more about this, um, profiling stuff? I don't really know what you do for a living." You admitted. Aaron had ordered a bourbon, taking hold of the glass and sipping some of the deep orange coloured liquid and setting the glass down again.
"Oh? Well, seeing as you're curious..."
You barely remembered the meal you had ordered, more engrossed in the conversation you were having with this man. He was so fascinating, passionate and when the topic of his son came up his smile softened and he pulled his wallet out to show you a photo of the cute boy. That... hm. You didn't want to think about the fact that he had already been through something as involved as having a child with someone. There was no place for you to be thinking about this man any more than a daughter of his best friend should.
But here you were, spending the night chatting to the man effortlessly whilst your heart fluttered. It was only when your dad tapped you on the shoulder that you realised the evening was coming to an end.
"Hey sunny, I know you're having a great chat with Aaron there but it's time to get going." He said with a chuckle. Your eyes widened slightly and you scowled, shoving him with your shoulder.
"Say less dad, I beg." You shot back quickly, cheeks flushing as you followed along with him pushing away from the table and standing up. Your hands smoothed out your dress, making sure all was in place again and you shuffled closer to standing next to your dad. It was when Aaron rose up slowly from his own seat with an air of grace that you realised you had to crane your neck a bit to look him in the face. The corner of his mouth twitched at the slight widening of your eyes when he straightened up and you dipped your head quickly.
"Don't worry, I'll be sure to try see you again. Although, I'm not certain on when that would be." He spoke, eyes focused on you. Your dad reached forward to shake his hand, seemingly oblivious to what was happening.
"Whenever you're back in town Aaron, you're free to come visit, my pleasure." He shook firmly, but Aaron was barely focussed. With an unwavering eye contact, his smirk widened. You could feel your legs trembling slightly under his fiery gaze.
"Oh, the pleasure is mine."
When their hands dropped, Aaron turned to you and offered to shake your hand as well, his hand smothering yours when you hesitantly reached out to take it. He gazed down at you, his thick lashes framing his gorgeous brown eyes.
"Until next time, (Y/n)." He said quietly and then turned around and walked away. Your dad raised a brow at you as you watched the older man retreat but merely chuckled once under his breath.
"Come on you, taxi's on its way." Your dad pulled you from your daze and you blinked, cheeks feeling warm for being caught staring. With a huff, you slapped your dad's shoulder when you noticed the growing grin on his face.
"Yeah, yeah. Shut up."
Over the next couple months, you saw Aaron briefly as he passed by in between cases. Each time, no matter for how short of a time, he would stop to chat and get to know you a little more. And every time you felt your crush grow stronger and stronger. But suddenly, he stopped showing up. You never heard from him, not a peep. Humiliatingly, when you idly asked your father if he had heard from the man he showed you the communications he had had from the last time Aaron had been in town to now. To say the least it left you feeling crushed and stupid.
Another month flew by after that before you saw Mr Hotchner again. For the first couple weeks you were secretly hopeful he would show up again, checking up every time you returned from work. But he never showed. And it... well, it didn't feel good to miss someone you had only met properly once and had a couple smaller conversations after that with. Maybe he knew you had a stupid crush on him and was put off from showing up. He had no reason to want someone like you, after all. By the sixth week since you'd seen the man last you'd forced yourself to move on from being hopeful.
And then when you returned home from work one evening you noticed an unfamiliar car parked at the end of the driveway. Tired, you paid it no mind and trudged up to the front door and let yourself in with your key. You shuffled into the house and locked the door behind you, then made a move to enter the living room.
"Hey, dad? I'm home." You called out. There was a scuffle of feet and the very same man appeared with a grin.
"Ah, there you are! We have a guest over, as you probably could tell." He said cheerily and you chuckled.
"Mhm, well I'll just go and change upstairs. Be back in a sec."
With a ruffle of your hair from your dad, you rushed upstairs and decided to take a shower to wash the exhaustion of the day away. After you'd dumped your bag on your bed, you grabbed your towel and a fresh set of lounging clothes to lay out on your bed and made your way to the bathroom which was down the hall. Avoiding looking in the large vanity mirror, you stripped and stepped under the warm water of the shower once you'd switched it on.
"Mmh.." you groaned as the water sprayed down your achy muscles. For a moment, you simply stood there with your eyes closed as you basked in the soothing sensation. A moment later you lathered your plush body with your favourite soaps, taking care to glide your hands over your every curve. Idly, you thought of him, of those hands of his. You switched the water to cold.
Feeling clean and relaxed, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped your towel around yourself. Now all there was to do was return to your bedroom. As you crossed the hall, you heard the tap of footsteps making their way up the staircase. As sneakily as you could, you peeked to see who was ascending and a little squeak escaped you against your will. Still just as devastatingly handsome as the last time you saw him, Mr Hotchner was gaining closer and closer to your location and with a quick jump of action you scurried the rest of the way to your room and all but slammed your door shut.
Your chest heaved, adrenaline pumped through you and shakily you towelled yourself off and redressed in the fresh clothing. Maybe it was better if you changed, you thought as you looked down at the slightly more fitted tank top and shorts you were sporting now.
"No, don't be ridiculous." You mumbled to yourself and after hanging your towel up to dry you forced your legs to move towards your bedroom door and back out to the hallway. It was when you made it to the top of the stairs he called out to you.
"Oh, (Y/n). I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were exiting the bathroom earlier." Aaron said smoothly, startling you to spin on your axel towards him. Shit, had he seen you?!
"Um, it's fine. No harm done." You mumbled in response, shifting your weight from one hip to the other under his dark gaze. His brow twitched.
"Right."
Much to your dismay, he was by your side quicker than you realised and the two of you descended down to find your dad. With every step, the back of Aaron's hand would brush against the side of your arm accidentally, causing goosebumps to spring up across your skin. What were you to say to this man now?
"It's...it's been a while since you were last in town." You said finally, internally wincing and wishing you'd stayed quiet. The man beside you hummed.
"Had an onslaught of back-to-back cases. This is the first time my team and I have been able to catch a break. And... well, we won't get into it just yet." Aaron responded, his exhaustion barely suppressed behind his words. You wanted answers, to know why he showed up now or all times. Of what he wouldn't get into. Instead, you made a barely audible noise in response.
Glancing at the man you realised he was full on frowning now and you cleared your throat, chest aching.
"Oh! I see you found her then, huh?" The sound of your dad's voice startled you and you quickly stepped away from the older man beside you. Rounding the corner, your dad appeared wearing a jacket and shoes over his clothes, confusing you.
"Dad? Where are you going?" You asked.
"Just going to the store to grab some food."
Aaron frowned and stepped forward, stuffing his hand into his pocket to grab his wallet.
"Here, let me head to the store or at least pay for the inconvenience." He said but your dad huffed and straightened out his jacket.
"No, you're our guest, Aaron. Now grab yourself a drink and relax, buddy."
Shaking his head but smiling, Aaron reluctantly stuffed his wallet away and raised his hands in defeat.
"Next time is on me, (D/n)."
"Deal." Your dad grinned, then he shifted his focus to you. "You be a good host now, got it?"
You grimaced.
"I mean I don't mind going, he's here to see you anyway so.."
"Nonsense, I'm here to visit both of you." The man beside you said, of which your dad chuckled.
"Well there you go, he said it himself. Now I'm going out so we're not waiting too late having dinner."
You scoffed at his words but inwardly your heart was pounding. He was seriously leaving you home alone with Mr Hotchner?! Your eyes flitted to the man, who was seemingly paying attention to your father as he moved towards the front door. It was only when you heard the slam of the door that it truly sunk in; you were home alone with the man you'd grown an embarrassingly big crush on while simultaneously feeling an unjustified anger towards.
On shaky legs, you shuffled towards the kitchen to grab a drink and calm your nerves. Just as you grabbed a glass from the cupboard he spoke.
"Are you alright?" Aaron's voice startled you once again and automatically your hand let go of the glass cup, a crash following as it smashed into glistening, sharp shards. You'd barely gasped when Aaron appeared crouched before you, picking larger shards up immediately.
"I'm sorry." He uttered, snapping you out of your startled trance. You crouched down as well as you shook your head vigorously.
"No, it's okay. It's my fault-"
You looked up and froze, realising your faces were far closer than you'd anticipated. He was frowning, then he straightened up rapidly to dump the shards of glass in his hands in the trashcan.
"Please, leave the clean up to me. I was the one who startled you. Besides, you haven't got shoes on right now. So, can you hop up on the counter top?" He asked you, his tone more firm than you'd heard before. It made your lower lip jut out. You made a noise of acknowledgement, straightened up and braced your palms on the counter top behind you to help yourself onto it. Aaron had turned back to you by this point, a wash of satisfaction traced over his more alert expression at the sight of you safely away from the shards on the ground.
"Vacuum?" He simply said. You winced.
"O-oh.. um, it's in the storage under the staircase."
With a nod, Aaron swiftly left the room, his footsteps echoing through the house. God, could you feel anymore embarrassed than you did already in that moment? He had to clean up after you because you were incapable of functioning around him. You wished you had a crush on someone nearer your age, at least they wouldn't find you so childish as you suspected Aaron did. With your head hanging low you didn't even notice him re-enter the room, not until he padded towards you carefully and set the vacuum down.
"Hey... it's alright, just an accident. I didn't mean to scare you." He said softly. You sniffled and shook your head.
"S'fine. I'm okay." You mumbled. He paused for a moment, then placed a hand on your knee.
"I'll just quickly clean this mess up, alright sweetheart? I'll be with you as soon as I can."
Your head shot up at the pet name, wet eyes wide as you studied his face. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, despite the concerned furrow in his brow.
"There you are. Just sit tight, don't want any glass to hurt you."
You watched as Aaron set up the vacuum cleaner and, crouched again, he hastily but thoroughly removed the debris from the floor. When he was satisfied, he unplugged the machine and lifted it up, the muscles in his arms bulging in his neat dress shirt. Your eyes followed him, but dropped away when he glanced your way.
"Um thanks, Mr Hotchner." You uttered and made a move to slide off the counter top. And then one of his long legs pressed against your shin, willing you to stay in place.
"Ah, ah, ah wait there." He muttered.
You quivered and shuffled back onto the counter top properly. What on earth..? You watched him leave again, swinging your legs nervously. Surely he had got rid of all the glass, right? You were unable to ponder for long when Aaron returned again, eyes on you as he approached. Your brows creased.
"Um I'm sure I can move, right? You got all the glass."
He hummed, stopping in front of you now, gaze still unwavering.
"Can't be too careful now, can we?" He said with a little smirk. You swallowed thickly.
"I..."
"May I talk to you about something?"
Your eyes trailed over his face, noting on an emotion you hadn't spotted upon first inspection. Slowly, you shook your head.
"Um yes, you can, Mr Hotchner."
He puffed air out of his nose.
"You don't need to be so formal with me, (Y/n)."
You dropped your gaze.
"Sorry, can't help it." You managed to say, feeling shy and silly. He leaned one hip against the counter beside you, crossing his arms against his broad chest.
"Don't apologise, sweetheart." He shifted his weight, now a little closer still to you. His scent enveloped you, it was soothing. "I... wanted to apologise for disappearing for a long time." He finally said. You shuddered.
"Um, it's okay-"
The sound of him clearing his throat silenced you and rendered you unable to do anything more than stare wide-eyed at him. He hummed and raised a brow.
"Sweetheart, you do know I can tell when someone is lying, right?"
Fuck.
"Mr Hotchner, sir I- I'm not lying, It's okay-"
Aaron moved suddenly, caging you in by placing his hands either side of your wide, plump hips and stared you down.
"Tsk. Don't be naughty by doubling down on lying." He gazed through his thick lashes now, leaning his face closer to yours. His scent overwhelmed you now and you bit back a whimper. "Come now, I upset you and I want to make things right."
You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped onto your shorts tightly, balling the fabric up in your tight fits.
"F-fine. I just... why did you stop visiting all of a sudden?" You wrinkled your nose a little and huffed. "God, I sound like a fucking weird-"
"No. Allow me to explain."
You exhaled quietly, not expecting him to cut you off like that. He sighed and lifted his hands up to rub his face.
"I... well, I had to distance myself from you. Not because I don't enjoy seeing you, it's more the opposite. I have feelings for you which I most certainly should not have, not as a friend of your father." He said, fumbling his thumb and pointer finger together.
You froze.
Was this really happening? Your heart felt like it was racing, your stomach coiling as you stared at him.
"I- Mr Hotchner, you..."
Aaron grimaced and shifted his weight, ready to step back from you.
"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. I knew this was a bad idea to tell you, but I just thought you should know why I had started avoiding you." He said sincerely, then dropped his arms and turned his body.
You didn't know why you did it, but your hand shot out and you grabbed his shirt.
"-No! Don't- don't go!"
Aaron's breath hitched from your outburst, but he also didn't try to pull away from your touch either.
"(Y/n)..."
You felt warm, dropping your gaze whilst your fingers messed with the expensive fabric of his shirt.
"I- I don't want you to leave. You didn't make me uncomfortable." You mumbled. The man waited for you to continue speaking as you opened your mouth and closed it a few times. "I, um, I just wasn't expecting you to say you were interested in me."
Your eyes flicked to his face and you sucked your lower lip between your teeth at the furrowed expression on his face.
"You thought I wasn't interested in you?" Aaron's brows raised and he stepped a little closer towards you. "Sweetheart, I don't tend to talk to people outside of my close circle much at all, and, admittedly, I don't often visit people very often. But I just had to see you again."
His confession made you feel strange in a way you couldn't pinpoint on. Not necessarily bad, but a little unsure. Your eyes met his beautiful dark brown ones.
"Mr Hotchner, I don't see why you-"
"Call me that one more time and you'll be calling me sir instead." He cut you off sternly and you gasped. His left hand moved to rest on the counter just barely brushing against the outer side of your thigh and he leaned towards you, his face almost close enough for the two of you to kiss.
"I want you, sweetheart. I've spent the last few months trying to clear you from my thoughts," He paused to let out a small sigh. "However, you remain embedded within the foundations of my mind and I've come to accept this wholly. But just tell me if you don't want this and I will never bring this to you again, I promise."
Your eyes trailed over his face, tracing the creases and lines of age and you longed to feel them under your fingertips. You grabbed onto his arm.
"I-I want this... please. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you too." You confessed with a shy smile. Aaron chuckled through an exhale of relief and he began to close the gap between your lips and his.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Desperately, you pressed your lips to his and moved your hands to grip onto his broad shoulders. Responding to you, Aaron's hands moved to grab onto the squish of your hips, digging into them as he pulled you ever closer towards him. Now chest to chest, you whined against his mouth and instinctively, your legs parted enough for him to slip between.
All too soon, you parted for oxygen, your chest heaving and straining under your lounging tee. Aaron brushed his nose against yours sensually, his thumbs stroking your hips.
"I estimate your father will be gone for forty-five minutes at most." He murmured and you whimpered.
"Y-yes, maybe..."
"Sweet girl, I want to make sure you know how I feel, truly."
Your hands tightened their grip on the shirt.
"H-how?"
He chuckled, pressing a light kiss to your lips.
"If you'll let me, sweet girl, I want to pleasure you. We'll have to be quick though, at least this time round."
This time, this time. You felt light headed in the best way.
"W-what do you wanna do?" You hesitantly asked him. Aaron slid his hands to the expanse of your thighs with a hum.
"You don't know how much I wanted to slip my hand up your dress that night we met to touch your pretty pussy, sweetheart- "
"M-Mr Hotchner!" You squeaked, cheeks flushing from the dirty confession. A deep rumble reverberated through him and one of his hands lightly slapped your thigh. You jolted, but he held you in place.
"That's it, little girl. I don't want to hear any other title other than 'sir' from you now until I say so, is that clear?"
You nodded. Another slap, slightly closer to your inner thigh. You gasped out.
"Y-yes sir!"
Satisfied, Aaron hummed and grabbed onto your thighs and, with a hint of a smile, he pulled you closer to the edge and spread your legs wider. You yelped, hands grasping onto any part of him you could to steady yourself and he chuckled whilst pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth.
"Mhm, gonna let me take a look, sweetheart?" He murmured against your skin, fingers dancing along the waistband of your shorts. You whimpered.
"I-I-" Fuck, you didn't know what to even say. You'd done minimal things with others before, but they were underwhelming experiences and you preferred to close that chapter of your life. But here you were, sprawled out on the kitchen counter with your father's friend who was more than twice your age, trying to process what he had asked you.
Aaron brushed his nose against yours, bringing you from your racing thoughts.
"Aww, don't know what you want, sweet girl? It's alright, let daddy help you." He cooed. Almost immediately, your body spasmed with the way he addressed himself and he huffed out a quiet laugh. "You like that, huh? Like the thought of calling me daddy?"
You whimpered, hips rolling against his with need.
"Uh-huh, I do."
"Say it then, I want to hear it. Then I'll give you anything you want."
Your eyes widened at the commanding tone he used. Your pussy twitched.
"I- I do, daddy. Wanna call you daddy really badly."
"Mhmm.." Aaron pressed his lips to yours again and your hands gripped his shirt again. You could feel the prominent bulge in his pants against your clothed slit now, subconsciously grinding yourself against it. With a low growl, Aaron pulled his lips from yours sharply and his hands grasped your thighs to pin you in place. You whined, trying to push back and feel the friction against your pussy again.
"Behave, little girl. Now lift your butt up for me." He commanded you and, desperate for his touch, you propped yourself up on your elbows to raise your ass from the counter top. You vaguely heard him call you a good girl before he slipped his finger tips into the band of your shorts and, with a swift pull, he removed them. You squeaked, automatically closing your legs but Aaron growled, tugging your plush thighs apart again. Your chest heaved, arousal flaring within you as you realised he was staring directly at your panties. His mouth twitched.
"Pretty panties on such a pretty girl."
You whimpered when he let go of your right thigh to slide his thick fingers over a wet patch on the crotch of fabric. Your hips bucked, you hadn't realised just how pent up you were.
"D-daddy- please!" You pleaded and he cooed at you with a smirk.
"Want daddy to play with your little pussy, huh? We'll have to be quick if you wanna cum."
You nodded eagerly, grinding your hips against his fingers eagerly.
"Mmh- yes, sir!"
"Good girl. Hold your legs spread for me."
Hooking your hands underneath your knees, you trembled as Aaron moved his right hand to pull your panties to the side, revealing your slick, puffy pussy to him. He hummed in approval, ghosting his fingers over your folds and gathering some of your juices on the tips.
"You're so wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me?" He asked softly. You wiggled your hips a little.
"Y-yeah, daddy~ only for you..."
Aaron groaned as he parted your folds to reveal your hooded clit and dripping entrance.
"Next time I want to eat you out, sweet girl. You're fucking divine looking." He rumbled, swiping his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked immediately, Aaron hummed. "Gonna fingerfuck you this time, that sound nice, huh?"
"Mmmh, yeah daddy, need it!" You whimpered, at this point just desperate for anything. Aaron kissed you roughly, the sounds of both yours and his lips moving against one another made you squirm. But you gasped out when he slipped his thick middle finger into your entrance, taking you by surprise. And with a smug grunt, Aaron slid his tongue against yours to deepen the messy kiss. One finger became two, sliding in and out of your sopping wet hole and stretching you around the two digits.
The edge of his palm massaged your throbbing, little clit as he curled the fingers upwards inside you, searching for the spot that would have your toes curling. A sudden burning pleasure spread through your lower abdomen and you moaned against Aaron's mouth. You felt his lips curl into a smile, smug as he began to thrust the two fingers up inside you in an unbreaking movement. You heard it then, the messy, gushing sound of your pussy squelching in time with the rapid thrusts and you bucked up into it, feeling the burning pleasure begin to build up. You couldn't kiss back anymore, mouth fallen open now with every whimper and cry as the thrusts increased in speed. Aaron bit down onto your lower lip, then pulled away with a wet kiss.
"You're fucking clenching around daddy's fingers so well, sweetheart. You close, huh? You gonna cum for me?" He coaxed you, the hand that had originally been holding your panties to the side now pressed down on your plush stomach, leveraging his other hand's movement. You sobbed and writhed, eyes fluttering as you struggled to keep them open.
"G-gonna cu-um! Wanna cum, daddy!"
With a grunt, Aaron's fingers moved blindingly fast, your pussy's squelches echoing in the kitchen along with your wails. He pressed his lips to your neck.
"Fucking cum for me, sweetheart. Come on, that's a good girl. Cum." He growled at you. And as your pussy began to flutter and clench around his fingers he ripped them from your hole and instead brushed them over your almost neglected clit. It was almost instantaneous then, the arch of your back, the roll of your eyes, moaning brokenly as you cummed hard.
And then you heard the keys jingling in the lock of the front door.
"Fuck-" Aaron hissed, pulling his hand away and quickly grabbing your shorts so you could pull them back on again. You were shaking, struggling to pull the garment of clothing back on so you could slip off the counter top. You heard running water, spying Aaron washing his hands and when you met his gaze the two of you giggled, adrenaline pumping through your veins.
"G-go up to the bathroom!" You whispered, gesturing to the prominent bulge in his crotch area. He huffed, but grinned and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.
"We'll continue this another time, sweetheart." He whispered. He rushed off out of sight and, whilst on still shaky legs, you turned to wipe down the kitchen top just in time for your father to enter the room.
"Ah, you getting a head start with clearing up ready to eat?" Your dad greeted you and you bit your lip to hold back a giggle.
"Mhm, don't you know it."
Needless to say, Mr Hotchner ended up staying too late to drive home that night.
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Sneaky Link (18+ ONLY)
DBF!Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader
WC: 3.5k words
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), DBF!Hotch, Age gap (still placing reader at mid-twenties), oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, cursing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT IRL!!), creampie, exhibitionism-ish? (it's poolside), anddddd lmk if anything else I missed!
A/N: IM LITERALLY SPEECHLESS RN PLDFNGBJKFNGB PLS ENJOY !!!!!!!!!
The summer was off to a great start.
Your parents decided to go sailing in Greece for three weeks, so you had been tasked with house-sitting.
Well, to call it a house was inaccurate, really. It was more like a mansion. They had much more space than they needed, but your parents loved flaunting their wealth.
For your part, you didn’t care much about extravagance, even if you acknowledged your privilege. You’d rather accept their money for things like education, for instance.
Still, it was nice to have a pool and a large garden for yourself. You were in desperate need of some unwinding, and you knew some sunshine and fresh air would do wonders for you.
You’d just moved out of your apartment, deciding to come back home for some time to hunker down and focus on sending out applications for a postgraduate degree.
But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t procrastinate a little first. You had all summer, after all.
It was a nice, sunny day, perfect for lounging by the pool. Your parents had just left the previous night, so you filled in the silence with music blasting from your speakers. You brought a book and your laptop down to the pool area, and you were on your way back in for some lemonade when the doorbell rang.
You hesitated for a moment, considering running up to your room to get a t-shirt. You were only wearing a turquoise bikini and a measly beach cover tied around your waist, and you weren’t sure if that was appropriate enough to greet someone at the door.
But then you figured fuck it, it was hot outside and this was technically your house, so you could do whatever the hell you pleased.
You opened the door to reveal someone you only knew from pictures and anecdotes — your dad’s best friend and next-door neighbor, the famous Aaron Hotchner.
Based on the pictures you’d seen, you already knew he was very handsome… but good lord, nothing could compare to the real thing. You couldn’t help blushing, suddenly feeling very exposed, but you tried to maintain your composure.
His dark eyes were drawn downwards before quickly returning to your face, a friendly smile on his lips.
“Hi, you must be Y/N,” he greeted, extending his large hand toward you. “I’m Aaron. Your father has told me so much about you. He’s having me keep an eye on you while they’re gone, make sure you’re good.”
“Oh, man, I hope he didn’t tell you any embarrassing stories.” You rolled your eyes playfully, returning the smile and shaking his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too. It’s nice to meet you in person, finally.”
“Nice to meet you, too. You know, they’re both very proud of you, I can’t blame them for talking my ear off,” he said. “Sorry to show up unannounced, just thought I’d introduce myself.”
“Oh, no worries at all. I was just going to tan for a bit,” you said, gesturing to your swimsuit. “Do you want some lemonade or anything?”
“Sure, thank you, sweetheart.”
Your blush deepened a little at this. You stepped aside to let him in, his arm just barely brushing yours as he passed. In the kitchen, you poured him a glass and handed it to him. Covertly, you watched his throat work as he drank it all down, licking his lips when he finished.
You took a sip of your own, averting your gaze demurely. You weren’t usually very shy, but you were unsure of what to say to him. He was very close to your family, but to you, he was still virtually a stranger. A really, really attractive stranger.
And you just happened to be home alone with him.
He crossed his strong arms over his broad chest, his gaze wandering despite his best attempts at being respectful. He exhaled slowly.
“I have to say, your dad showed me an older picture of you. I almost didn’t recognize you when you opened the door.”
You shook your head in amusement. “I know he keeps one or two in his wallet. I’m surprised my mom never brought out the photo albums.”
He smirked. “I think she was waiting for you to be home for that. She probably wants you to get all flustered.”
You already were a bit flustered then, but you weren’t going to admit it to him. You fanned yourself a little with your hand, the expansive room suddenly feeling warmer.
“You’re welcome to join me at the pool, by the way. If you don’t have anything else going on, that is,” you offered. “Though you might need a swimsuit.”
“Oh, I don’t mean to intrude…”
“Not at all! Maybe that way we can get to know each other better.”
The truth was you were curious to see what was underneath that white polo and jeans, which hugged his lean muscles oh-so-deliciously. His thick eyebrows raised just slightly, and there was a certain glimmer in his eyes you wanted to decipher. Your eyes scanned his features, lingering on his lips for a long moment before moving on downwards.
You had the strangest urge to get your lips on that sharp jaw of his, just to hear what sound he would make. He had a pleasantly deep voice already, so you could only imagine…
You swallowed hard, trying to bat those thoughts out of your head. You needed to get a grip. Nothing could happen between the two of you, of course. That was impossible. Your parents would literally kill both of you.
But there was no harm in looking, right?
After a charged moment of silence, he shifted in his seat a little, but then nodded and got up.
“I’ll go get changed and come right back.”
“I’ll leave the door open.”
You brought an extra towel outside for him and settled onto one of the lounge chairs. Undoing your beach wrap, you began applying sunscreen to your legs. Then you moved onto your arms, humming along to your music.
“Here, let me get some on your back,” you heard Aaron’s deep voice behind you.
You looked back at him, eyes snagging on his bare chest and the smattering of dark hair across it. You couldn’t help it, your eyes betrayed you by sinking further down, right to the happy trail that ended at the hem of his swim trunks.
You nodded quickly, handing him the bottle and moving your hair out of the way. Boldly, he sat behind you, rubbing sunscreen between his hands. Your body jerked slightly as he started tenderly spreading it on your back, and your eyes fell closed at his mere touch.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” He asked casually.
You shook your head in response.
“How come?”
“I’m not really interested in guys my age,” you said with a small shrug. “They play too many games, and I’m not with that.”
“But you must have an army of admirers, surely.”
You huffed in amusement. “Not really. Boys ignore me because they know they can’t have me.”
He chuckled, his fingers grazing the top of your shoulders. “That’s surprising to me. You’re such a beautiful girl, I don’t see how anyone could ignore you.”
Butterflies burst in your stomach at his words. “Better to be alone than in bad company, right?”
“Yeah. You don’t need some silly boy, anyway. You need a gentleman.”
You glanced at him over your shoulder. “Well, let me know if you know any.”
All too soon, he was done with your back, but you offered to do the same to him. Okay, maybe you were a little too eager to get your hands on him, but this was innocent enough. You didn’t want him to get sunburned, either.
“What about you?” You asked, trying not to sound too curious. “Where’s Mrs. Hotchner?”
He chuckled as if he’d been expecting this question.
“There’s no Mrs. Hotchner. At least for the time being.”
“Ah, I see. So you don’t need to be running home any time soon.”
“Not at all, sweetheart,” he smiled. “You’ve booked me for the entire day. Who knows what you’d get up to if I didn’t keep my eye on you.”
In a small moment of bravery, you smirked. “No good, of course.”
“Just as I thought. We can’t have that, now can we?”
You shrugged flirtatiously and batted your lashes prettily, not promising you were going to behave even if he was there.
Both of you lay in your respective lounge chairs, parallel to each other as you soaked up the sun. For a couple of minutes, neither of you said anything, but you surreptitiously snuck glances at one another.
Behind the cover of his sunglasses, his eyes trailed the thin rivulets of sweat trickling down your sternum. His fingers flexed as he suppressed the need to reach out. You glanced down at the movement of his hips as he readjusted his position, clearing his throat. You weren’t sure what sort of game you two were playing, but it was entirely too riveting.
You sat up, hesitantly reaching for the straps holding up your bikini top.
“Do you mind if I undo these? I’m not gonna take it off, but I have this cute strapless dress I want to wear, and I don’t want the tan lines.”
“Uh, um, sure, no problem,” he said, a little taken aback. “Let’s just keep that between us, okay?”
“My lips are sealed, Mr. Hotchner,” you said, keeping eye contact as you undid the straps, holding the top up with one hand as you lay back down.
“Let me get you some more lemonade,” he muttered, getting up and quickly padding inside.
You bit down a mischievous grin, knowing you were getting to him. If looking was all you could do, might as well make it more interesting. There was no harm in a little flirtation, either.
When he came back, you switched hands in order to get your glass from him. You smiled at him in appreciation, tilting your head back to look up at him. God, he was so tall. What the hell were you to do with so much man?
“Isn’t it crazy that we knew of each other from so many stories but never met before today?” You said as he sat back down.
“Well, I’ve heard you’re a busy girl. This is your first time home in a while, isn’t it?”
You nodded. “Gonna be spending some more time here, for sure.”
“That’ll be really nice. Hopefully, we’ll get to spend some of it together.”
You raised an eyebrow. “What’s that now? You like me already?”
“It’s hard not to.”
“I think I like you, too, Aaron.”
You smiled at each other for a moment, the tension between you on the brink of snapping. Your eyes kept being drawn to his lips. A spark of heat ignited low in your belly, and it was becoming harder not to pounce on him.
“I should probably shift onto my stomach, I need to even out my tan,” you said quickly, shifting over as gracefully as you could. Hopefully that way, you’d have a moment to collect yourself.
“Here, let me help you undo the back,” he offered, and you shot him a look that was both startled and exhilarated. “You said you wanted to even out your tan, right?”
You nodded, suppressing a gasp as you felt the last string holding up your top slide off.
“T-thank you,” you said.
“Anytime, sweetness. I’m gonna cool off in the pool if you wanna join me at any moment.”
You heard the water splashing and the small groan of relief that followed, which made you shiver. Of course, he knew what he was doing. He was not ignorant to the fact you were teasing him, and he figured two can play that game.
You were hyper-aware of his presence as you lay there, trying to keep still. Only a few minutes passed before you finally caved, your body’s instincts taking over.
He was swimming from one end of the pool to the other, fully submerged, so he didn’t see you sit at the edge and dip your legs in. Your arms were crossed over your chest, covering your breasts. You languidly kicked your legs in the water, watching his movements.
When he surfaced, he pushed his mop of dark hair back, blinking drops of water off his lashes. His movements ceased when his eyes fell on you.
“I was getting a little too hot,” you said, voice breathy and low.
“Well, no need to hide from me, darling girl,” he purred, wading just a little closer. “I promise I’m very well-behaved.”
You slowly uncrossed your arms, arching your back slightly and pushing out your chest. The coquettish smile on your face nearly unmade him then and there, but he held himself back. Letting you take control of the situation was quite titillating, and he wanted to see just how far you would take things.
He licked his lips. “There we go. What a gorgeous sight you are.”
You could basically feel your heartbeat in your pussy at that point. You feared you might combust if he didn’t touch you soon.
“Don’t you want to come closer? I don’t bite.”
“I do,” he said, his smile taking on a lupine quality.
“Then I insist.”
He swam over, and you parted your legs so he could situate himself between them. Your hands landed on his broad shoulders, and you shuddered a little at the cool touch of his skin.
Your nipples hardened, attracting his attention momentarily, and once more he licked his lips.
“Are you sure?” He whispered. “You know we can’t tell another soul about this, right?”
You nodded eagerly. “You’ll find I’m very good at keeping secrets.”
“I’ll hold you to it.”
Without further warning, he dove forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue rolled around it as his fingers came up to tweak your other nipple. You couldn’t help the needy mewl that escaped you, back arching further.
“Kiss me,” you breathed, taking his face in your hands and bringing your lips to his.
The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, and he was still palming your breasts as his tongue tangled with yours. You moaned into his mouth, and the next thing you knew, he was pulling you in with him. You let out a little yelp of surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He chuckled, moving to kiss your jaw. “Said you needed to cool off, right?”
“Jerk,” you teased, swatting his arm playfully.
His arms encircled you as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest. His tongue lavished attention on your breasts once more, and soon enough you could feel an insistent bulge prodding at your clothed center.
“Oh, I’d really like to give you a hand with that,” you said, raking your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other reaching down to caress him through his swim trunks.
He sucked in a breath at the small touch, pulling back in order to nip at your bottom lip.
“Then I guess we should take this outside, right away.”
He sat you back on the edge and pulled himself out of the pool. You wasted no time in discarding your bikini bottoms, toweling yourself off under his scrutinizing gaze. He did the same, and you pushed him onto a sunbed under the shade of an umbrella.
And since you were already not wasting time, you bent down to lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock, which lay hard against his abdomen. His hips bucked as you kissed the tip, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he groaned, fingers grazing your cheek adoringly. “Simply irresistible. You could see the effect you had on me, hmm?”
You nodded, slightly rubbing your cheek against his hand in a silent plea.
He smirked at this, twisting your ponytail around one hand and using the other one to feed his cock into your mouth. You hummed around him. He was so thick that you weren’t sure how much you’d be able to take, but you’d never been a quitter.
The sounds he was making as you bobbed your head proved to be very efficient motivation, as well. You felt the head hit the back of your throat, but still, you kept going. His grip tightened each time he heard you gagging, but he kept relative control of his jutting hips.
You reached between your legs to touch yourself, fingers easily slipping through your soaked folds. At the sight, something in him snapped.
“Come here, I want to taste you,” he urged, and you released him with a loud, obscene pop. “I need you to sit on my face right now.”
He pulled you up and you maneuvered to situate yourself atop his face, legs straddling his head. You hesitated, momentarily fearing you would suffocate him, but he pulled you down eagerly.
He devoured you like you were his last meal on earth. Your entire body tensed at the feeling of his tongue flicking and circling your clit. Your hips bucked, but his large hands were holding you down by your thighs.
You reached back, palming his length as best as you could, stroking the head with the tips of your fingers. He thrusted into your grip, his deep moan vibrating against your cunt.
Pleasure was like a cresting wave, threatening to break. It made your body feel red hot as you neared the peak, but you wanted to hold off a little longer.
“A-Aaron… I’m-I’m gonna…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.
At this, he only doubled his efforts instead of releasing you. He sucked on your clit before his tongue dipped inside you, and you ground against his face desperately.
Your orgasm seized you, rippling throughout your entire being. You cried out, head thrown back and eyes fluttering shut. He let you ride it out, prolonging it a little with languid strokes of his tongue.
You were still trembling a little when he placed a kiss on your inner thigh, beaming up at you, eyes glazed over with desire and pride.
“You taste like absolute heaven,” he panted. “Such a sweet pussy.”
“Were you able to breathe?” You asked sheepishly, biting your lower lip.
“Oh, honey, even if I couldn’t, I would’ve died the happiest man on Earth,” he kissed your thigh once more, making you sigh. “Think you can take my cock, pretty girl? Or do you need a break?”
You nodded frantically, moving back so he could sit up and kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips, instantly hooked. There was something about him that was making you feel wild and unrestrained, almost animalistic.
Had you ever wanted someone so badly before? No, not like this.
“Are you on birth control?” He asked between kisses.
“Yes! Please, just fuck me already. I can’t wait any longer.”
He flipped you onto your back, pushing your legs up to put you in a mating press. Breath escaped you as he slowly sank into you, letting you feel the entirety of his length. He kissed you slowly as he bottomed out, overwhelmingly deep inside you in the best way possible.
“That’s it, good girl,” he groaned into your mouth. “You take me so well.”
His strokes were long and deep, making you see stars. All coherence flew out the window as you lost yourself to the all-consuming feeling of him.
He continued to murmur praises into your ear, kissing a spot right behind it that made you shudder. You sighed his name, gasping as he ground his pelvis against you.
“You keep sucking me back in, honey,” he grunted. “Are you close again?”
You whimpered in response, eyes heavy-lidded as you looked up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose, smiling fondly.
“Good, because I want you to come with me. Can you do that, sweet girl?”
“Fuck yes! Come inside me, please,” you begged as he picked up the pace, hips snapping against yours. “Oh, fuck… give it to me. Please, please, please.”
You tumbled over the edge a second time, clenching him hard. Your nails dug into his biceps as you cried out. He hissed through his teeth, muscles seizing up as he spilled inside of you. His last few strokes were sloppy and shallow as you both rode out your highs.
He leaned his sweaty forehead against yours as you both breathed hard. You looked at each other and chuckled, flush with endorphins and utter satisfaction. He kissed you once more and you knew it was a feeling you would never tire of.
“I’m really glad I stayed to keep an eye on you,” he said, bringing your legs down to a more comfortable position, still sheathed inside you. “If this was you being a good girl, I have to wonder how you are when you’re bad.”
You smirked deviously. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”
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Hotch x Teen!reader - please help me
Hi, I don’t know if you take requests at the moment but I’ve been craving some hotch hurt/comfort (mostly comfort) fics and as you write for him + your writing is amazing, I thought why not request, now it’s perfectly fine if you don’t want to write this Aaron Hotchner x teen!reader who has abusive parents and Hotch and reader are neighbors and reader asks Hotch for help knowing he’s an FBI agent (maybe Hotch has suspected before that the parents are abusive bc of yelling and he has seen reader with injuries) - @panic-in-the-multiverse 💜
TW: abusive parents
As Hotch came home after a long day, he stopped outside his door and looked to the apartment next to his, hearing the yelling.
Sighing to himself, he rested his back against his door, trying to listen to whatever was going on.
He stayed put for a few moments before he gave up and went inside his apartment, as much as he wanted to check everything was okay, he knew he couldn’t.
The last time he did that it seemed to make the screaming and shouting worse.
But he still worried.
He’d called the police before, but it never went any further, and he couldn’t exactly barge into the place without any cause.
All he had was his suspicions, and that wasn’t enough cause to break down the door.
Setting his stuff down, he walked over to his kitchen to make himself a drink when he heard a door slam, and he sighed.
He knew who it was.
It was you.
And he walked to his door opening it, seeing you sitting on the steps.
“Hey, you want a drink?” He asked.
You looked up and shook your head.
“No thanks… going out..”
Hotch sighed softly.
“It’s late, come on, I don’t want you walking around this late you’re too young.”
“I’m a teenager…”
He smiled.
“And you’re still young, so come on, I’ve got your favourite hot chocolate and marshmallows.”
You stood up and followed him inside, and he led you to the table, making your drink he set it in front of you and he sat next to you.
“Where’s Jack…?” You asked quietly.
“He’s staying at a friends, what’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
You sipped your hot chocolate.
“I heard the shouting. You know if you need help I can help you right? You just need to talk to me.”
“Nothings going on. It’s fine. Just me playing a game.”
Hotch looked at you, and he sighed to himself, he could see how tired you were and how low and worn out you were.
He wouldn’t force you to talk to him, so all he could do was offer you a place on his couch to sleep and some food.
But when morning came around you were already gone, he assumed back to your apartment.
He didn’t see you for a week, he had a case, and he couldn’t help but worry about you, so as he was coming back, when he saw you leaving the apartment, quietly closing the door he stopped.
“(Y/N)?” He asked.
You spun around to look at him, and he stared at you in shock.
You had a black eye, busted lip, dried blood on your face under your nose and your knuckles were bloodied and cracked.
“Jesus Christ (Y/N) what happened?”
He unlocked his door and ushered you inside and you stood there.
“Dad!”
Jack came running over and you turned around so he wouldn’t see the state you were in, and Hotch quickly took Jack to bed, spoke to the babysitter and saw her out then lead you to the couch.
He sat you down and grabbed some things, walking over and sitting on the coffee table.
“You’ve got to tell me what’s going on, please.”
He began to clean your hands first while you held ice to eye with your other hand.
You clenched your jaw, and titled your head back trying to hold back your tears.
“I can’t do this anymore Mr Hotchner…” you whispered.
“What’s going on, talk to me, okay? I can help you if you let me.”
You sniffled a little, and said nothing.
“You parents did this didn’t they?” He asked quietly.
You nodded your head and looked at him.
“I don’t get why they hate me so much…”
“Some people are just horrible. Can I ask you some questions?”
You nodded your head and he asked you some questions, and you told him everything he wanted to know.
He finished cleaning your wounds, and set everything aside.
“Do you need somewhere to stay?”
You nodded.
“Alright, that’s alright, you can stay here okay? We’ll set the couch up for you, then we’ll figure something else out tomorrow.”
You weakly nodded again, and he looked at you sadly.
All the fight you had left in you was gone, you were broken.
“I don’t want to go back there…”
You grabbed the fabric of his blazer sleeve.
“Help me…” you begged.
Hotch immediately sat next to you, pulling you in for a warm hug and you seemed to just freeze and it broke him even more.
You’d never been comforted, never been held with such care like a child should’ve been, treated with tender and love, supported and cared for by your parents.
And he was determined to help you, he would do anything he could to help you and stop you from ever going back there, even if it meant you living there
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"dance recital" - hotch x mom!reader!
your family attends your daughter's dance recital
1480 words, domestic family fluff
cw: none? unless u hate kids then don't read this xD
a/n: i am looking at requests and actually have a couple of them started! inspiration just struck and i needed dance dad hotch xD plz keep sending requests i love getting them
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Lizzy had been practicing for weeks, at home, in the car on the way to school, even in the waiting room at the dentist’s office. If there was a free moment, she was up on her toes, practicing her dance routine.
When she turned four, she was so excited to sign up for dance class, and now her very first recital is later today. She takes it very seriously, and you attribute that entirely to her hardworking father.
You’re standing in the kitchen, packing the picnic lunch you’ll be sharing as a family after her recital in the park. PB&J, no crusts, for Jack. Even though he’s nearly ten and he should be eating his crusts, you can’t help but to baby him a little. He’s been such a good big brother to Lizzy. You were anxious about that when you were pregnant with her, since Jack was so used to being the only kid. And there would always be the looming presence of Haley and the family he was a part of before you came along.
But Lizzy became the center of Jack’s world when she was born. He’s so doting and always playing with her, from when she was an infant to now.
Nutella and peanut butter sandwich for Lizzy, because she has a sweet tooth just like her mother. Turkey and cheese for you and Aaron. “D’you want mayo, honey?” You call out to wherever Aaron is in the house. He was in the living room just a few minutes ago, but with your two crazy kiddos, he could have ended up anywhere.
“Just the mayo, no honey,” Aaron jokes and nearly makes you jump as he enters the kitchen, padding silently behind you despite being the largest person in the house. Must be that fancy tactical FBI stealth training.
He stops at the counter, leaning against it and facing you. Your eyes meet his and his voice is low when he speaks to you. “You need to make a big deal out of this,” he prefaces, nodding to the doorway. You don’t fully know what he’s talking about, but you understand enough, so you set your butter knife down and turn around to face the doorway. Aaron makes a drumroll on his thigh. “Come on in, kids!”
Jack enters first, in a bright orange t-shirt that is definitely a size too big. Written in blue, puffy fabric paint, no doubt by Jack himself, are the words PROUD BIG BRO. Jack’s also holding Lizzy’s hand, escorting her into the kitchen. She’s in her violet tutu and has her hair up in two haphazardly pulled-back pigtails that could only be described as the work of her father. She’s walking on her tiptoes, with her free hand arched up in a semicircle shape, mimicking all the ballerinas in her books.
You’re beaming, and take the sight in silently for a moment before bursting into uproarious (for one woman) applause. “You guys look so great!” You exclaim, grinning at the kids, and then back at your husband. He’s got this sly look on his face and you want to smooch it off. “When did you make this shirt?” You ask Jack, stepping forward and grabbing his face with both of your hands. You kiss his forehead and ruffle his hair.
“Dad and I did it while you were at the store last night,” Jack explains.
“I love it, baby,” you tell Jack, and he beams. You stroke the apples of his cheeks with your thumbs before releasing him.
Lizzy lets go of her brother’s hand and leaps for you. “My big girl is all dolled up for her first recital,” You lift her up, hugging her close. “Did Daddy do your hair for you?” you ask.
“Yes! He sang our song and I didn’t cry!” she says. You always sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star to Lizzy while you brush her hair because she’s very tender-headed. It makes your heart soar to learn that Aaron did it, too.
“I’m so proud of you!” You kiss Lizzy’s face all over until she squeals and wriggles to get away. “Why don’t you guys go play in the living room for a little bit, and we’ll get going soon,” you suggest. Jack races Lizzy into the living room, leaving you and Aaron in the kitchen alone.
“You did her hair,” you say as you smirk up at Aaron.
“Yeah, I know. It's not as good as when you do it,” he settles back against the counter and you roll your eyes. He’s holding his palms out, wiggling his digits. “I’ve got sausage fingers, and she cries if you pull the twist-tie too hard. It’s heartbreaking.”
“And you made a shirt with Jack,” you say, ignoring his self-deprecation. Your smirk has turned into a full-force, Category Five Grin.
Aaron realizes what you’re doing as you inch a little closer. He takes your wrist delicately, tugging you toward him, and you kiss his lips three times in succession, each a quick thank-you for all he’s done. “You’re the one driving her to classes twice a week,” Aaron deflects. “And Jack to school, and to soccer practice, and doing all the shopping and-“
“Aaron,” you roll your eyes in warning. You hate when he butters you up like this. You’re just doing your job, just like he is when he’s away on cases.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” he holds his hands up in defense, and you snatch them like they’re precious jewels. You kiss him again, this one longer and lingering.
You finish packing your family’s lunch into the cooler. Lizzy’s recital is at a small amphitheater in the park, and after you drop her off with her teacher backstage, you and your boys find a good spot on the green to set up your picnic blanket.
Aaron makes this small grunt when he squats to sit down on the ground and you hold back a snicker. Jack does not read the room and calls him an old man.
You’re giggling as you sit down, Aaron tugging you to sit between his legs. You affectionately run your hand through Jack’s hair a few times before the first class comes up onto the stage.
You watch the first class, and the second, clapping politely. Then, the four-and-five-year-olds are announced, and you are on your feet immediately. You hear a bit of rustling and Jack and Aaron are standing up, too. You grin when you see Lizzy with the other little kids, holding the hands of the boy in front of her and the girl behind her as they all walk in a line.
Their dance is simplistic and whimsical and joyful, set to a light, poppy tune that makes you think of spring. You’re grinning and watching Lizzy float across the stage. She’s not the most graceful, but she hits every move at the right time.
You hear rustling behind you and turn over your shoulder to see Aaron and Jack subtly performing the dance with the class. They’re not moving nearly as dedicatedly as the group on stage, but they’re helping Lizzy from the audience. It’s so sweet you want to cry.
When Lizzy’s group is finished, the three of you on the lawn explode in applause. Aaron wolf-whistles behind you and Jack is cheering, “that’s my sister!”
After the other classes go, you’re allowed to head back and pick up Lizzy. She’s giggling with the other kids in her class, but she freezes and grins like it’s Christmas morning when she sees you.
“Mommy!” she squeals, and runs to you. You lift her up off the ground in a hug and spin her around, before passing her off to Aaron. He does the same thing. “Dizzy! Dizzy!” She’s squealing, and Aaron finally sets her down.
“Dizzy Lizzy, huh?” Aaron teases, running his thumb and his forefinger down one of her pigtails. “You did so good, sweet girl!” He was never the best at baby-talking to Lizzy, but now that she’s a little girl, he speaks to her so excitedly and she always beams when she learns her father is proud of her.
“You got the leap at the right part!” Jack exclaims proudly, and you watch as Lizzy hugs her big brother.
You point out the picnic blanket with the cooler and tell Jack to take Lizzy ahead to it. Jack loves being responsible, so he takes Lizzy by the hand and leads her towards your family’s setup.
Hanging back with Aaron, you look up at him and brush his dark hair off his forehead. “You learned her dance?” you ask with a small smirk on your face.
Aaron’s dark eyes gaze into yours and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, tugging you close to him. “She was doing it every chance she got,” he shrugs, like it’s totally no big deal. “You’re telling me you don’t have it memorized?”
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Birthday Surprise
Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader
Summary: Emily and JJ help you and Jack put together a surprise birthday for your dad.
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The kitchen was an absolute mess, with flour all around the counter, frosting sticking to every surface in the form of child handprints, and the very obvious one too many failed cracked eggs that you insisted you needed to crack.
You stood in the kitchen with Jack, JJ and Emily, the four of you very busy making a big birthday surprise for Hotch when he came back from work. You watched as JJ stirred the icing with her spoon, mesmerised as it moved around the bowl and smoothed out.
“I try?” You asked JJ with excitement in your voice, you loved being a big helper in the surprise birthday for your daddy.
JJ nodded and smiled. “Of course you can, honey.” She picked you up, setting you on the stepping stool so you could reach the counter and stir the icing.
Jack was helping Emily with the streamers and balloons, he was having the best time throwing them all everywhere while Emily did the hard work blowing the balloons up.
Emily looked over at Jack and smiled. “Hey, bud, why don’t you go and work on the banner? It needs its finishing touches!”
Jack nodded quickly in agreement. “Yeah! I’ll put more of N/Ns glitter!”
You quickly looked up at JJ when you heard the word glitter. You loved glitter, you had glitter covering you from your recent arts and crafts on the banner. “Glitter?” You asked with a smirky smile.
JJ laughed slightly, taking in the mess of you. The little apron covered in flour, your cute little face with icing smeared on it, and of course the glitter in your hair, your face and your clothes. “I don’t think we need any more glitter, I think we’ve got enough.”
You just sighed and continued stirring the icing. “Glitter.” No one could tell if you liked glitter because it was shiny and pretty or if you just loved making messes, the guess was usually both.
Eventually, the cake was done and Emily and JJ had to keep you away from the kitchen before you could dip your little fingers into it, they knew you wouldn’t be able to resist that urge.
“Cake lonely.” You pointed to the cake sitting in the kitchen, you wanted a way in there.
Emily shook her head and laughed. “The cake is not lonely, it’s got the icing and all the toppings there for friends. Your dad will be home soon and look! We’ve finished everything on time!” Emily smiled and ruffled your now glitter-free hair.
“Y/N you can’t eat the cake until Daddy gets home!” Jack laughed and chucked his stuffed bear at you which earned a laugh from your little mouth.
When Hotch arrived home, he definitely did get surprised. You all popped up in excitement, yelling Happy Birthday, the house littered with streamers and balloons, and a big banner that said ‘Happy Birthday Daddy!’ in big bold letters, hung from the ceiling.
“Happy birthday Daddy!” You squealed loudly and ran over, hugging him tight and showing him a card you’d made just for him. “For you, for you!”
Aaron smiled a little wider at the sight of the surprise. “You guys surprised me so well!” He chuckled and looked at your card. It was covered in paint, pen drawings, random buttons and tape but most of all, glitter. “Wow Y/N this is just an absolutely gorgeous card you’ve made for me.”
You smiled widely and nodded. “Daddy, you like, you like?” You jumped up and down excitedly, you were so excited to give him your card.
“Do I like it? Y/N I love it! I’m going to keep it for forever.” Aaron smiled and hugged you tightly.
By the time the cake rolled around, you were jumping around the place. You needed that cake in your belly right at that moment. You watched your daddy closely as he cut the cake and got the first slice.
You took this as your cue to get some now as Aaron had taken some. You quickly realised you couldn’t have the knife so you resorted to your hands, grabbing a chunk and shoving it in your mouth.
“Good cake!” You cheered and jumped around the house. Aaron knew the sugar rush he’d have to deal with later but he’d just enjoy the moment now.
Aaron hugged both you and Jack close, grateful for his two loving children. With Haley not around anymore, he couldn’t be more appreciative of Emily and JJ who stepped up and made sure that you and Jack could give him the best birthday ever.
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Hotch's adopted teenage son (reader) meeting the team after getting in a fight at school with a substitute who couldn't understand why Reader couldn't focus on school qhile his dad was at work (but Hotch doesn't know that's why Reader can't focus on school work. He thinks it's the rebel phase)
Warnings: Anxiety, mentions reader is nauseous
Word count: 845
You just couldn’t focus. Your mind was going a mile a minute, you were talking to your dad at lunch and then with little to no explanation, he had hung up. You had texted him and the team multiple times but no one got back to you. You had then tried to phone Garcia, but the line was engaged, so you resorted to texting her. You felt sick and anxiety swarmed in your chest, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You had tried everyone you could possibly think of and no one was answering. That usually meant something bad had happened or they were about to go into a bad situation. And then the bell rang.
“Mr Hotchner, focus please.” You looked up, feeling yourself blush as the class turned their attention to you. You mumble an apology as you start to note down the points written on the board.
“That doesn’t exactly look like the work I set you, Mr Hotchner.” You bit your tongue, mumbling an apology. You weren’t going to snap back. No matter how anxious (and now annoyed) you were. You just turn back to your work, flipping back a page to your work.
Within ten minutes, he was back, peering over your shoulder. “You haven’t made it very far, have you, Mr Hotchner?”
“Will you just fuck off?!” You knew it was a mistake the minute it came out, his eyes darkening as he took a step forward, now in front of you.
“What did you just say to me?” His voice is low and you feel yourself gulp involuntarily.
“I just- I’m sorry, but I need a minute,” Your voice is shaking and you do your best to push your worries aside, to control the tremors in your voice as you stood up.
“You’re not in charge here. You’re the student. I’m the teacher. Sit your ass down,” You glare at him before squaring your shoulders.
“I would like a minute to calm down before I sit down.”
“You don’t get a choice.” He responds, you can feel his voice vibrating through your chest as he booms. “Either you sit down or you’re dismissed and are to go straight to the principal's office, so, what’s it going to be?”
You grip your backpack strap tightly in your hand, “See you next lesson then, Sir.”
And then you leave. You would deal with the repercussions of your actions later. Right now, all you know is that you needed to see your dad. You were worried out of your mind, nausea, the lot. But you were going to the principal’s which meant they’d call your dad, maybe for him to come pick you up.
If he can.
You do your best to push down the worries and the thoughts. They wouldn’t do anything to help right now. You knew that, but they seemed to have a mind of their own and didn’t seem to be budging. The nausea was back, this time making its way up to your throat. You swallowed taking some deep breaths. Everything was fine. If something was okay, you would have been told by now. Surely you would have been told by now. Soon enough, your leg’s shaking and your anxiously picking at your nails as you look around the hall.
You turn your head to the right again, hoping that you’ll see your dad walking down the hall, face stern and ask what happened. And he is there, he’s okay. Relief spreads through your chest in an instant and your shoulders drop the tension they were holding immediately. He was okay.
“What happened?” Aaron makes sure to keep his voice level but you can’t help but think that he’s pissed. He couldn’t help thinking that perhaps you were going through a rebel phase, it was common at sixteen to start rebelling.
You shrug for a moment, eyes flicking to Hotch for a moment before you look back at your hands. Aaron raises an eyebrow and you cave, “You hung up and I couldn’t get a hold of anyone. I asked to wait outside for a moment to calm down and he wouldn’t let me, I asked again and I snapped. I tried to cool it down after that but it didn’t exactly work. He said either sit down or go to the principal's office,”
Aaron sighs for a moment, “I’m sorry you couldn’t contact anyone, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“The last time it happened you were really hurt,”
“I know,” Aaron says softly before he places a hand on his shoulder, “But no more snapping at teachers, okay? I know you were worried and you thought something had happened, but you’re responsible for your actions, no matter the circumstances, okay?”
“I know,” You reply, Aaron brings you into a tight embrace and you draw in a deep, calming breath. He was okay, everyone was okay. “I’m glad you’re okay, dad.”
“I will always fight to be okay, you hear me?”
“I know.”
“Let’s go sort this out,” He said, leading you towards the Principal.
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Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) Chapter 34
The spot he’s chosen is fairly popular. You both arrive a few minutes outside of the given time, but your seat is ready. You both sit down, and your waiter goes off to get you drinks as you think about what you’d like to have.
“Nice choice.”
Glancing through the menu, there seems to be so much that you’ll enjoy.
“I’ve noticed that you’re very fond of seafood.”
The fact that he pays attention to that isn’t even strange. It’s a bit difficult to turn off his profiler brain.
“I do. My mother was obsessed with that cuisine. I think it rubbed off. Especially-”
“Shrimp.” He finishes.
You grin.
“Yep. It’s my favorite. It’s even funnier because my dad isn’t as crazy about it. This one time my mom had just eaten shrimp. My dad wanted a kiss. So he had to decide between a smooch or shrimp breath."
The memory you share makes even Hotch laugh.
“I take it he chose the former. “
“He really did.”
You were a bit worried that this would be awkward, but it’s going very well.
“I know I don’t say it enough, but your contribution to this team is valuable. “
“I’m glad to hear you say that. You all are like family to me. I know I haven’t been here long, but it feels like I’m where I’m supposed to be.”
“I’m happy you feel that way. I know I never made it easy for you. I apologize if my actions made you doubt your place here.”
“Hotch, you never have to apologize for protecting the people you care about. I understand. I’d do anything to make sure the people I love are happy, safe.”
There’s a pain that follows those words, he sees it for a second in your eyes. But you school your features too quickly for him to make any real conclusions.
“I’m glad to be a part of this team.”
You mean it. You wouldn’t trade it, not for anything.
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Three hours later and Hotch is dropping you off at your apartment. Since you’d left your car at Quantico, Hotch has offered to pick you up in the morning.
“Thank you for the dinner sir. I really did enjoy it.”
For Hotch, you know this is a treat to sort of welcome you to the team. There were points when you thought there was interest on his part. He did ask you out. But you convince yourself that this is purely platonic.
Because you aren't sure you can take any more heartache if you’d created it in your head. He has Hailey. Although they are still divorced, there will always be that love. You won’t get in the way of that. Not after all you’d gone through to bring her back to him.
“You’re welcome.”
It’s one of the rare times where he smiles. You’d almost forgotten what they looked like. When the both of you were together, he wore them so often. But this isn’t then. Right now you’re practically strangers. He isn’t yours anymore. You're not entitled to those looks.
Standing at your doorstep is a bit daunting. It just resurfaces those old feelings. The ones you’d train your body months to forget. You can’t accidentally touch him when you think he needs comfort. Or kiss him when you know all he really wants is support.
“Why do you always look at me that way?”
You snap out of your pity party when he speaks. In that moment, you can physically feel your heart drop. You scramble to gain a neutral expression.
“I-I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean sir.”
“I’ve been watching you. Since the moment Strauss recommended you. The way you interact with the team displays ease, as if you’ve known them for months. Your resume was extraordinary, and your work in the field is remarkable. “
“Ummm, thank you. I’m just trying to be an asset to the team sir.”
Hotch takes a step closer, and you swallow.
“The fact that Strauss was the one who placed you on my team has always made me weary. But when I look at you, when I’m around you every bone in my body tells me to trust you. Yet whenever you look at me, all I see in your eyes is grief..and love..”
You want to scramble away. Make a break for it before he says anymore and you fall apart right there. It’s only when his palm rests on your cheek that your body has regained the ability to move.
“S-Sir we shouldn’t be..doing this..”
“Can I kiss you.”
You feel as though you stop breathing altogether, and you no longer have the ability to stop the tears. Hotch looks shocked at the way your eyes water. He doesn’t even get a chance to ask, because you kiss him.
It’s like Deja vu.
You’re very first kiss, both this time, and the one before.
Hotch is slow to respond, but when he does, he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you as close as your bodies will allow. He can feel the wetness of your tears on his cheeks, but it doesn’t stop him, if anything it encourages him. His hand is pressed to the door for support as he deepens the kiss. You open your mouth and your tongues collide. It’s so raw and wet. You’re begging to taste every bit of him, and Hotch complies wholeheartedly. Your fingers dig into his suit, and you’re both so taken in the kiss that you don’t see the lights flickering above your head.
Hotch is the one who parts. It’s slow, and he pulls in heavy breaths. You’re not much better. Your eyes open simultaneously. When Hotch looks back at you something is different. There’s a recognition in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.
“(Y/N)...”
His tone is so familiar, but that’s
“Impossible.”
You read right through his thoughts, and when he looks at you, that’s when you know.
“A-Aaron..?”
His smile is weak, like he’s apologizing.
“ I’m sorry that it took so long.”
You sob, and pretty soon you’re crying. Not those controlled tears you always see on television. No, this is messy. You’re full on bawling as you clutch onto him. Because the last six months have been hell for you. Watching the man you love walk around with no memory of you. Potentially losing him. It’s finally caught up.
Hotch just holds you, because he knows right now, that’s all you need.
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Summertime Sadness - Chapter 1
Aubrey and Jack hotchner come home for the summer after living in California with their mom for the school year. How will they deal with the trauma in California and living with their fathers new girlfriend. (the pictures in the banner are NOT the characters in the story besides the Criminal Minds characters)
Content Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader (ft; criminal minds characters and others and obviously the kids) POV: switches a lot.
Chapter Warnings: sexual innuendos, talks about a kids (they’re teenagers), Aaron being soft cause I love soft Hotch.
A/N: this has been in my head for a while and I've finally started, here's chapter one I promise the story picks up. This is my first series I've written so chapters will be coming fast *I hope* and don't expect perfection. I was excited creating the story and I'm excited to share it. I'll tell you ahead of time it does deal with trauma and abuse in later chapters. Please let me know what you think!
Y/N and Aaron always had a spark between each other since she walked into his office on her first day of work. For Hotch, dealing with a new member on the team was enough as it is but when you have a slight crush on them it’s even harder.
Over time they both ignored the very obvious glances they would give one another or how they were always a little overprotective during certain cases. When Y/N finally came to her senses the couple hit it off fast. Thier lives worked into one another’s so well it was a shock for the both of them.
Hiding it from the team was easier than you both thought, until you got caught riding with each other on a 3 am case call. Eventually, Aaron worked things out with the bureau and you were now out as a couple. You moved in with one another and things have been well since then. You and Aaron had just got done from a very steamy shower when Aaron spoke up.
“Am I forcing the kids on you? We just never spoke about kids.” He asked shyly, while towel drying his dark hair.
“You just did that to me in the shower and you ask about kids after?” You smirked seeing his nervous smile, you always loved the soft side of Aaron, on the job he has to be stern and serious. At home he didn't have to keep everyones head on completely straight for them, he was able to breathe around you. Aaron was only ever like this with the you and the kids.
“I seriously would like to know, Jack has loved you ever since he was little and I know Aubrey was always quiet around you but is it to much? ” Aaron rambled on without stopping.
“I know with Bre and her brother coming back from California with Haley for the summer that’s now two teenagers you’ll have to deal wi—-”
“Woah, I don’t just “deal” with Jack. I love him and I’m sure Bre and I will be fine, I’m excited to get to know your daughter Aaron.” You gave a simple smile, but meant every word. To be honest, You always wanted kids rather biological or not. So being step-mom to the kids of the man you oved would not be a problem.
Aubrey Marie Hotchner was Haley’s and Aaron’s baby girl, they had her early on in the relationship. Aubrey loved her mom but she was always a daddy’s girl. She was outgoing and a helper but she was also self-kept.
When Aaron and Haley decided to split, for Aubrey's safety, Haley moved to California. The newly divorced couple decided Aubrey and Jack will live in California but spend the summer with their father. The change was a lot for Aubrey to adjust to, leaving her dad was the toughest thing for her to do.
“Do I have to leave daddy? Who’s gonna sing to me when I can’t sleep?” Aubrey said with big tears, snuggled into her dad in his hospital bed.
Even though she’s 11 Aaron would still occasionally sing to her on the nights she would wait up for him, which was more frequent than Aaron liked.
“Sweets, I can still call you and I will come to visit you guys the moment I have the chance to.” He rubbed her back trying to comfort her.
“You just make sure you take care of your mom, brother, and yourself. Plus you’ll be super close to Disney World.”
“It’s Disneyland dad,” Aubrey said dragging out the land causing Aaron and Haley to laugh.
“Sorry bug, Disney…land.”
Since that day Aubrey has been doing summers in Virginia. Eventually, Jack moved to California with his sister. Aaron kept Jack out of his records after a case with a hacker happened so the FBI had no record of Jack being Aaron’s child. So, he stayed in Virginia with him and the team for a while before They always enjoyed coming here for the summer mostly because they miss the time with their dad. This is the first summer that You would be living with Aaron and the kids.
“I can tell you’re excited to see them.” You said rubbing Aaron’s thigh while he was driving to the airport.
“Of course, I’m just really ready for the summer with you and them.”
Shortly after arriving to the airport you both waited by the gate to greet Aubrey and Jack.
“Don’t be nervous, I’m sure she’ll warm up to you quickly.” Aaron reassured you as the kids approached you both.
“Dad!” Aubrey ran up with a very, tall Jack behind her. The pair ran into their fathers arms. It was no doubt the safest place to them.
“I’ve missed you both so much.” Aaron squeezed them both a little tighter. Letting them go was the hardest thing for Aaron he always enjoyed spending every bit of time off he had in California with them.
“Bug, how’d you let your brother get taller than you!” Aaron laughed looking down at his daughter, she was his babygirl even no matter how old she was, one of the strongest girls he knows.
“He’s taller but not smarter or older and never ever will be.” Aubrey said shoving Jack with a giggle similar to Haley’s. They both were like their mom and dad it always shocked Both Aaron and Haley.
“Y/N!” Jack exclaimed running into a hug almost knocking her off her feet. Jack became close with the team, and grew attachments to them even at a young age. You were always Jacks favorite, he always seen how happy his dad was around you, you made him happier. During summers Jack always chose to go to the office with his dad while Bre would stay with a friend or Aunt Jess. So, you both formed a small relationship with each other.
“Hey buddy, you got so tall and hairy clearly!” You said after Jack squeezed you with all his strength. Jack was always the BAU baby, Y/N loved Jack like her own.
“You must be Bre, it’s very nice to meet you, I’ve heard lots about you sweetie.” You smiled and waved not knowing what to expect.
“Um Hey, you can just call me Aubrey ” The 16-year-old said in a stern tone with the same expression Aaron has when he is at work.
“Dad are you getting ready to go to work?” Asking after seeing Y/N in a pair of slacks and a blue blazer.
“No sweetie, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.” He smiled and grabbed the women’s hand.
“Oh.” Aubrey said leaving it at that.
“I knew it would happen eventually.” Jack said smiling at his dad, they had a special relationship also. He knew how his dad felt about her even when they didn’t admit it.
“She’s actually gonna be with us for the summer if that’s okay with you guys.”
“Of course it’s okay dad, I’m happy you’re staying with us Y/N!” Coming from a very excited Jack.
Aubrey nodded looking down, “Thats fine.”
You all climed in the car, the ride was silent and the air was calm. You were excited for this summer, specially now that Aubrey and Jack were back. You wanted to make it an easy transition for them so to break the ice you finally spoke up.
“So, Aubrey do you like California?”
Aubrey having her earbuds in on full volume couldn’t hear her with Jack sound asleep right next to her.
“Aubrey?” you reached back to rub Bre knee to get her attention
“Honey?”
Aubrey jumped pulling her leg away quickly causing you to jump “Don’t touch me!” Raising her voice causing Jack to sit up quickly.
“What is it? Are you good.” He asked rubbing her back in small slow circles.
They were both each other protecters every since they were young. Aubrey always being the big sister, Haley would say theres no little and big with Aubrey and Jack just brother and sister. Jack would do anything to protect Bre and she would do the same.
“I’m so sorry honey, I didn’t mean to scare you.” you said softly, feeling horrible.
Aubrey avoided her eyes causing her to immediately turn around and look out the window.
She looked over at Jack seeing the concern in his face,
“I’m good J” he gave her a you promise? look they often gave one another.
“I promise.” Aubrey said quietly, Aaron watched the interaction through his mirror slowing pulling into the driveway.
“Okay you guys can go, and I’ll bring your luggage in.” Looking back at his two children who were the best versions of him.
They both hopped out walking towards the door arm and arm, Y/N and Aaron watched as they sat in the car.
“I swear everytime they come home they are even closer to each other.” He smiled while looking over at Y/N.
“Are you okay love?” Pushing a piece of her hair behind her head.
“You think she likes me?” You looked down and your mind began to trail off.
“Of course I think she does but I usually don’t profile my kids but I’ll say she’s more closed off right now but maybe let’s give her a chance to know you better.” Aaron could tell something was different about them both, he knew not to push them.
“Aaron she jumped away at my touch like she scared of me or something.”
“I’ll try to talk to her but I won’t force her to open up to me, When she was young she thought I would treat her like a bad guy to get the truth out of her.”
“I know it was her way of getting out of telling the truth but the fact she even thought I would treat her like an unsub didn’t sit right with me.”
“I understand Aaron I just want her to be comfortable in her own home and if I’m getting in the way of that…”
“You’re not” he planted a kiss on your soft lips and you pulled into him even more. Moments passed and you both hopped out to grab the kids luggage. You were ready for whatever this summer had to offer.
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a dirty dancing hotch fic you say?
I UNO reversed this one so Aaron is Baby and the Reader is one of the dancers at Kellermans
It’s kinda hard to miss him.
From the moment he rolls up behind his family's car on a motorcycle, every girl at the resort had ideas about what they’d like to do with him during summer vacation. Both the goody-goody girls with daddy’s money, seeing the resort as a waste of their time when they could be partying, and the servant girls who needed this job to live through the other 3 seasons of the year, were captivated by the new man.
“Really, he’s just another white boy with brown hair, he’s not special,” Y/N shoved the shoulder of a co-worker whose jaw hit the floor.
“He’s the older Hotchner boy, we haven’t seen him in a few years,” another voice explains. Sandy… Y/N turns to see her and then turns right back around.
“Yeah, I’m sure there’s a reason,” she’s snippy. Never able to share a nice word with Sandy, not since she stole her solo this year at the Carlton.
Every year the 2 best dancers are sent to the neighbouring resort to give a performance, and it has a huge payout. It’s normally given to the most senior, dedicated dancer to Kellerman’s, which would’ve been Y/N if Sandy didn’t start dating the owner's son for the season. She did it on purpose, she rubbed it in, and she clearly had a thing for this Hotchner guy.
So Y/N walked right over to him, with a smile on her face and a pep in her step, “Welcome to Kellerman’s, where friendships are born,” she gives the cheesy tagline and watches the smile take over his face. “Anything I can do to help you settle in?”
He just looks her up at down, “You’re not dressed like the wait staff…”
“I’m with the entertainment crew,” she corrects, “but it looks like all the girls are too busy staring at your ass in those leather chaps to actually help move your luggage to your cabin.”
“Finally,” his father's voice draws her attention away, “here, we’re going to the Presidential Suite.” He puts 2 dress bags in her arms and then 4 boxes of shoes on top.
“Dad,” he looks like he’s ready to swing at him. “She’s not a servant.”
“She offered, didn’t ya sweetheart?”
She nods, not sure how to deal with conflict or old rich men.
He rolls his eyes and takes the shoe boxes, “come on,” he points in the direction of their usual cabin, so it would seem. “I’m sorry about him.”
“Is he usually like that or was it a long drive?”
“Both,” he sighs, “I’m Aaron by the way, most people call me Hotch, though.”
“Y/N,” she smiles, “I heard it's been a few summers since you’ve been here?”
“I went to college,” he doesn’t go into detail. “I just got into Law School, Dad thought it would be nice to have two weeks off but I think he just wanted to make sure he has enough time to convince me to go to his choice school.”
“Rich boy problems,” she teases him. Reaching the VIP suites, she opens the presidential door and places the bags on the main bed, “my parents didn’t want me to be a dancer full time, but look at me now.”
“What did they want you to do?”
She shrugs, “I’ll tell you when I figure it out. Till then, dancing pays the bills and there’s free lodging here.”
He takes her hand before she can head back to help bring more luggage to his family's room, “come on, let’s get out of here.”
“I can’t,” she tugs her hand away, “if I bring enough bags here, your dad might give me a 20 and I could buy some snacks for the week.”
“I get it,” he looks upset, probably feeling used like all the other girls make him feel. He just walks off into the woods, taking the chance of them being friends with him.
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Ok but think about how if after Emily comes back from the “dead” and sees how mean the team is treating JJ for keeping her secret (like Reid and Morgan) and blaming her, imagine how angry Emily would be to see her little one being treated like that and JJ just taking it all because she thinks she deserves it.
She can see how happy JJ is to have her best friend and mama back, but she also notices how nervous JJ is around the others when her and Hotch aren’t around, or how even in little space, the mere mention of seeing her uncles and aunt make her shake and anxious (minus Uncle Rossi, he does not partake in that kind of behavior, Prentiss is practically his daughter, he’s just happy she’s alive). And worst of all, she finds out Hotch failed to do much about it to protect their little one.
Have you noticed I love ✨ angst ✨ -⚽️
Mama’s Here | Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau
read on ao3 here
a/n: oh oh the way I have hated how Reid acted when Emily came back since day one, that boy had no right blaming it all on Jj!!! (also rossi can do no wrong and is prentiss’ dad you can’t tell me otherwise,,, and I’m an avid lover of angst too dw)
warnings: reid being a lil meanie, crying, anxiety, kinda angry mama Prentiss but in a good protective way
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Emily knows something has shifted since she’s been in London, that much is obvious and expected, but she didn’t think she’d be coming back to a divided team. It’s like the majority of the team are against Jj, Rossi being really the only one that the blonde still looks comfortable being around.
Prentiss has known that her leaving the way she did would cause issues, she can’t place why they seem to fall on Jj. That is- til she hears it.
“You should have told me! I came to you crying for weeks about losing a friend and you didn’t even tell me she wasn’t really gone!” Reid snaps in Jj’s face, in front of the whole team, Jj actually recoils from the words and stumbles back the smallest amount before Spencer’s storming away.
This is when Emily assumed Hotch would step in, go after Spencer to tell him off for being so rude, go comfort their little girl even if she’s not regressed, he does neither. Aaron simply turns back to his work with his lips twisted in unsaid words and gives a sigh like this has been going on for some time, it leaves Emily baffled.
Jj is standing there on the verge of tears and the only one who looks concerned is Rossi. Hotch is supposed to stick up for Jennifer, to be there for her no matter what, that was the deal he made with Prentiss before she left, apparently he’s forgotten it.
Emily can’t stand to see another second of this play out so she quickly struts her way over to where Jj stands, she’s looking down at some file, obviously not engaged in it as her eyes have a gloss of tears being un-shed.
“Honey?” Prentiss asks the softest way she can, no matter how her blood boils at Reid and Hotch right now.
“He- hey em, what’s up?” Jj’s voice cracks when she looks up towards the dark haired girl, a weary smile on Jj’s face that falls flat just as quick as it raises.
“Reid shouldn’t be talking to you like that, has that happened before?” Her mama bear instincts are getting the best of her, Emily is acutely aware of this, she does nothing to stop it.
“Wh- what? You don’t have to worry about it.” Jj quickly defends and sets her files down to wrap her arms around herself, a nervous habit Emily picked up on back when they first started working together.
“Baby girl, I need to know if Reid’s been talking to you like that, or if anyone has.” Emily places a tentative hand on Jj’s shoulder, they’re at work so she can’t do half the mothering she wants to but it’s enough to bring comfort to Jj’s chest.
“Yeah. Kinda. It’s not their fault, Reid’s just upset and he has a right to be. Really it’s no-.” No big deal, Prentiss has heard those words come out of Jj’s mouth far too many times and most times Hotch would be the one to jump in and correct her, but he seems to be preoccupied so Prentiss can take over.
“That doesn’t give Spencer the right to lash out, or anybody for that matter. Have you talked to Hotch?” A sad look crosses Jj’s face as she slumps a little closer to Emily.
“Can we not talk about this now? I don’t want to slip.” Prentiss can feel how her emotions swirl at the soft whisper Jj gives, her poor baby sounds so distraught, almost bordering on scared, Emily gives a nod and decides she can save this conversation for when they aren’t in the middle of prescient.
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Thankfully Jj is still in charge of ordering the rooms even after moving up from her liaison job, so it gives Prentiss the perfect place to ask a few more questions while they get ready for bed.
“Is it just Reid that’s been saying things?” She’s awaiting Jj on the end of her bed, already changed out of work clothes and into pajamas while Jj finishes up brushing her teeth.
“I don’t know, I don’t see why it matters.” Prentiss huffs a little, the blonde has always been one to figure out things on her own and while Emily admires it, she can’t help but worry that the teams been more cruel than what’s being let on.
“Because he’s your friend and teammate and shouldn’t be saying those things. I know me coming back is hard and might not be all that accepted-.” She can’t finish her thought as the clatter of Jj setting her toothbrush rather harshly cuts through the air.
“I missed you, I accept you back, it’s not hard. It’s good. I really- really missed you.” A wet tone falls on Jj’s words, followed with a sniffle that makes Emily rush to the bathroom where Jj stands awkwardly hugging herself with her head ducked down, almost looking- shameful?
“Oh baby, Shh, mamas here, it’s okay.” Emily’s latched onto quickly, Jj stuffing her face against Prentiss’ neck, wrapping her arms tightly around Emily’s waist and letting out short cries.
“Sweetheart you need to talk to me, I need you to tell me what’s going on.” Emily pleads, she feels helpless holding her baby crying into her, she knows she can’t fix whatever happened over the months she was gone, but hearing Jj mumble out small things about Spencer and Hotch being cold and rude have her heart aching even worse.
They’re both supposed to be people that Jj can come to and trust, that will be there like a family should, only it sounds like they’ve been doing the exact opposite.
The words Jj’s using are ones she’d never dare to mutter out normally when she’s regressed, though she spits them out with a frustrated tone, not towards either man but at herself, Emily can tell.
She can feel how angry Jj is at herself as soon as they shuffle over to the bed and the blonde is withdrawing from Emily’s hold to instead rant. A shame filled rant, Prentiss is hit with the sick realization that Jj feels shameful for missing Emily, her best friend, her mama. And Jj keeps on talking while Emily sits helplessly across from her.
Jj’s eyes still flood down with tears, hands motioning around, words coming out fast and mumbled, all Emily does is watch.
Broken heartedly watching, also planning exactly what she’s going to say to Spencer and Hotch tomorrow, some exclusive words come to her mind when Jj stops talking to latch back onto Emily.
“I- I missed you so much- I can’t- they- can’t-!” It’s sobs with no real point to the words, Jj curling against Emily’s chest within seconds, her hands bawling up fists of Prentiss’ sleep shirt to try and bring them impossibly closer.
“I know baby, I know, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, Mamas right here.” Even if nobody else is, Emily will be there, she can guarantee it.
“Mama is right here.” She repeats against her blonde headed baby, even with the sobbing she knows Jj heard it, feels it, believes it, that’s all they need.
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Hotchner’s Don’t Cry | Sean Hotchner
- the content below contains dark themes, if you are uncomfortable or upset with things of the sort please click away
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summary: Sean comes out to his brother after a fight with his father and gets some much needed comfort
a/n: I’m just going to say Hotch is 29 when Sean is 18 and their dad didn’t die (idk when he actually died)
warnings: referenced abuse, homophobia, fighting, bruises, blood, crying
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Sean shakes himself out as he makes his way out of the BAU’s elevator, he just needed to see his brother, his protector, his only family left. Their father threw him out of the house when he got caught locking lips with Mathew from down the street. Sean’s split lip proves it was a bit more than just getting thrown out but Aaron doesn’t need the details nor does Sean need to think about it too hard.
“Hey Hotchs brother right?” Sean swallows then nods to who he recognizes as Derek Morgan, he’s one of the profilers Aaron works with and talks highly of.
“Is- is he here?” Sean curses his old stutter that seems to be making a reappearance, his father never appreciated that type of “defect” in his son, Aaron worked really hard to help Sean pronounce things correctly and they got it fixed. For the most part.
“Yeah up in his office.” Derek smiles and points to the closed door with a small plaque that reads Aaron’s name. Sean breathes a deep breath before making his way up the short stairs and over to the door.
“Come in.” Aaron calls, not even glancing up from the stack of files he’s sifting through, Sean closes the door behind himself which must be abnormal for any team member to do as Hotch looks up instantly.
“Sean? What happened? Are you bleeding?” Aaron gets himself rushed over to hold Sean’s face in a careful hand as soon as he notices the blood drops across his little brothers white t shirt and the puffy red lip he has. Sean almost flinches from the touch, he has to remind himself that this is Aaron, his big brother, the same brother that helped him learn to write cursive and let him climb up into his bed when the nightmares got bad, he’s not a threat.
“Me and dad fought. I- I just- just needed to see you.” Sean admits so small and such a whisper he knows Aaron can sense the fear still lacing his veins. The fight had happened so fast and so unexpected that even the bus ride here wasn’t enough to calm Sean’s nerves down.
“What happened? Did you do something?” Sean can feel the tears well in his eyes, he tries to urge them away, he can’t cry, Hotchner’s don’t cry, he’s a man now and can’t cry about getting slapped around a bit.
“Sean?” Aaron’s tone drops to soft and loving like he would when Sean was a child after he fell off his bike. Sean sniffles, still allowing Aaron to cradle his face, just averting his eye contact down to the floor.
“I- I did do something.” No matter how much logic screams at Sean that what he did wasn’t wrong, it’s okay for him to be gay, no matter what his father says.
“What’d you do? What is it?” Aaron’s hand moves to rest on the back of Sean’s neck in attempts to make him look up. He does but Aaron’s worry only grows more when he sees the tears running down his brothers cheeks. Sean’s not one to cry, ever, even as a child he’d get angry and frustrated but would never cry.
“I-I- I’m gay, Aaron.” Hotch removes his hand with a step back and Sean can’t do this tonight, he covers his mouth to keep in the sobs, he squeezes his eyes shut and waits for the yelling or the blow thats sure to come.
“Oh Sean…” Aaron trails off as he filters his eyes over Sean’s shaking frame. He looks so small, so young, so scared. Hotch steps forward to place a hand on Sean’s shoulder before pulling him in for a tight hug.
“I- I’m sorry- dad found out and- and kicked me out! I don’t know what to do anymore!” Aaron soothes a hand up and down Sean’s back as he shush’s him.
“You can stay with me, shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay, it’ll be okay. I got you bub.” Sean only sobs harder at the old nickname he hasn’t heard since he was ten years old. Aaron holds on tighter when Sean’s nose tucks into the crook of his neck and his hands bawl fists of Aaron’s suit jacket.
“It’s alright Sean. You’re gonna be okay and we can work this out, I won’t just let you be homeless.” Aaron doesn’t know what to think about his brothers sexuality, he’s halfway terrified that something might happen to him because of it, he’s seen hate crimes before, they can get brutal. Yet he’s proud that Sean told him and is letting himself feel the emotions he is right now, Hotch always tried his best to encourage the boy to say what he really felt even if their father was very much against it.
Aaron takes in the scent of his brother as he starts to rock them both, it always worked when Sean was a kid so it can’t do any harm now, there’s a copper smell of blood that comes from Sean’s face but Aaron tries to focus on the cologne instead. It use to be Hotchs, one of his old ones from high school, Sean no doubt stole it out of his room when he moved out. It brings a warm smile of familiarity to Aaron’s face.
He’ll probably have to do damage control to whatever hatred their father spewed Sean’s way but at least some things never change. He can stand here rocking his baby brother and whispering about how they’re both okay, waiting for Sean’s breath to calm down, his tears to stop, and eventually everything to seem okay for a moment.
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PLEASE A STEPDAD!HOTCH SMUT SERIES (or just something with stepdad cause goddamn I would rail him in his sleep if my stepdad would look like him) AHHH😻😻😻😻
I WOULD LOVE IT WHEN THE FEM!READER IS A LIL INNOCENT OR SUBMISSIVE!❤️❤️
LOVE YOUR WORK EONEMEMWMEM
Ahhh!!! Thank you so much anon<3
I have quite a few things I’m working on, but I do believe I can squeeze some step!dad Hotch in there as well 😉
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#anon<3#stepdad!hotch#i too would tail him if he were my stepdad#man’s just so sexy#i can’t get enough of step!dad Hotch#daddy hotchner#mmm yes 🤤
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Always up for a challenge
(A/N): This was requested by an anon a while ago, I apologize for taking so long. I still hope you enjoy the fic
Summary: Derek has to pick his daughter up at school after getting a call that she injured herself at school.
Warnings: Hospitals
Wordcount: 1.6k
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Derek can’t say how often he told someone to “be careful” in all of his lifetime, but he is pretty sure it has to be at least a million times without exaggerating too much.
The beginning was his sisters, having to remind them what their mother had told them all the time. Continued was and still is the saga by Spencer Reid, who may be a doctor with several other degrees, but it doesn’t make him any less prone to accidents of all kinds. That lanky man just isn’t able to coordinate his extremities like a normal person should. So Derek tells him over and over again to be at least more careful, especially when they are about to approach an UnSub.
But the person he has to say the two words the most is his own little troublemaker, aka his own daughter. He truly isn’t able to count the times they had visited the ER when she was younger and even more wild than now. The doctors and nurses knew them on a first name basis. Luckily, there never was something worse than scrapes and bruises, which still amazes the father to this day, seeing how often (Y/N) got herself hurt. However this doesn’t lessen the number of reminders he has to issue to her on a daily basis.
“Oh Chocolate Thunder, you have to believe me, this really is the gossip. I’ll spill the beans as soon as I snooped a bit more on our fellow-” The ringing of Morgan’s phone cuts Penelope’s sentence off. His eyes take on a confused look as he sees the caller ID. “Sorry, I have to take this, it’s (Y/N)’s school.” Penelope gives him an understanding nod as a response.
To get some well needed privacy in the busy bullpen, Derek steps outside into the less filled hallway. “Derek Morgan”, he greets the person on the other side of the phone.
“Hello Mr Morgan, I’m calling you, because your daughter (Y/N) has to be picked up. She got herself injured today.” Startled by the sudden news, Derek leans against a wall. “Ok, alright. I’m already on my way.” After saying his goodbye, he makes his way up to Hotch's office, quickly informing him why he has to leave immediately.
Shortly after that he passes Garcia in the bullpen on his way to the elevator with his bag in hand. "Gonna text you what happened, (Y/N) has to be taken to the ER!"
Derek pushes the call button repeatedly, well knowing that this isn't speeding the process up. He does the same as soon as he enters it, ignoring a person calling to hold the doors open. Morgan is sorry, but his daughter is probably in pain without him being around. He can't wait, not when it's about the most prized person in his life.
On his way to her school grounds, Derek may have broken one or two (or more) traffic laws, but he would gladly take a ticket if this means he is with his daughter sooner rather than later.
"Hello, my name's Derek Morgan, I was called regarding my daughter (Y/N)." The secretary looks up at him confused, given his heavy breathing. Well, he may have sprinted from the parking lot to the office. "She is with the school nurse down the hall. I just need you to sign her out and you two are good to go."
Derek does everything he is asked to as quickly as possible, only wanting to see his child and make sure she is somewhat ok. Hell, he would even sell his soul if it means the whole process takes two minutes less.
"Hi Dad," (Y/N) sheepishly greets him, sitting on a stretcher. Immediately he notices how she cradles her arm, specifically her wrist. His raised eyebrows are enough to catapult her into a train of explanations.
"You know how Marley and I have this little rivalry, and you also know that I'm not one to give up or step away, especially when a dumb boy is challenging me. In this case he was challenging me, saying I'm not able to climb up to the crown of the tree, because I'm a girl. You see, I couldn't back down and he had to watch me climbing the whole way up. His face, it was the best thing I've seen since the pictures of Uncle Spence in his high rope balancer phase. Really, I hope this'll be the last thing I see befor-"
"Baby," Derek cuts into her word vomit, "His face doesn't explain a call from your school to take you to the hospital." The nurse explains the reasons he is here. "The last branch on her way down broke and she hurt her wrist by falling on it. (Y/N) will be a bit hyper for the next ten minutes and then crash down. It's the adrenaline, that's why I recommend giving her some painkillers before the crash happens." Derek nods, trying to commit every detail of what the woman just said to his memory.
Not long after this a drowsy (Y/N) sits next to him in the passenger’s seat. Still, she is miserably whimpering in pain, but the amount is significantly less than it was a few minutes ago, before the painkillers kicked in. Derek gave her some ibuprofen when they entered the car, wisely always keeping some close to him because of the two clumsy idiots in his life. “Y’know what’s funny? M’was nearly the whole way down ‘n I had to fall the last few feet down.” A giggle escapes her while leaning her head against the window and closing her eyes.
Morgan on the other hand doesn't feel like laughing or smiling at all. Even after seeing his child he still is worried beyond understanding of a not-caregiver. “Hey,” he snaps his fingers in front of her face, “no sleeping ‘till we get you checked out by a doctor. I think you also have a concussion from the fall. Did you bump your head on the ground by any chance?”
“No, definitely not,” (Y/N) answers with the utmost confidence. “I would’ve noticed. And after blacking out from bumping my head on the ground I was knocked out. When I woke up my wrist hurt. Of course I don’t’ve a con’ussion.” Hearing that, Derek steps a bit harder onto the gas, wanting to get to the hospital a bit faster.
Luckily the streets are relatively empty middays on a Tuesday, so they soon step into the ER and Derek is able to sign his daughter in at the reception without a waiting period. Just like the streets, it is also not packed, which is why a doctor is able to check (Y/N) right away. The father sits in the waiting room, texting Penelope the most recent information about her godchild.
Just as he hits send, his daughter walks into the area accompanied by a doctor. “Are you (Y/N)’s guardian?” Derek gets up and nods, shaking the admittedly beautiful doctor’s hand (the doctor is beautiful, not only her hands). “Yes, I am. Derek Morgan.” “I’m Dr. Savannah Hayes. Your child really had a lucky angel, her wrist is only sprained in a simple way. I wrote about how to take care of it in a note. It’s in her back pocket. Also, she has a mild concussion, which means she needs to get all the rest she can get the next couple days. Other than that, you really got a strong girl at your hands.” Derek puts his flirty smile on his face, now knowing that (Y/N)’s imhuries are relatively minor.
“Thank you so much, Dr. Hayes. I know, she is a feisty firecracker. I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.” He looks down at his daughter, who nearly falls asleep in the embrace he has her in. “Oh no, she just went on and on about her amazing FBI dad. Except for that, (Y/N) was one of the nicest patients I ever had.” “Dad, m’tired. M’need rest ‘n’ sleep. Y’need to stop flirtin’ ‘n’ get your hurt daughter home.”
He feels his ears getting hot, looking at the doctor sheepishly. “I’m sorry for holding you from your job. I also have to get this little trouble maker home.” Derek picks her up, knowing that in her current state, his daughter would hurt herself even more by trying to walk to the car. “Oh, don’t worry. It was a pleasure looking after your sweet child and meeting the FBI man, who can destroy doors by looking at them. If you have any questions about (Y/N)’s condition, I put my number on the note.” Derek thanks her once again and starts to make his way to the exit.
At the last moment he turns around with his koala bear hanging from his front. “Dr. Hayes, is the FBI man also allowed to call you to ask questions not regarding my daughter? Maybe to a date?”
She smiles, getting the reaction from him she wanted. “I suggest you look at the doctor’s note, because it does mention my favorite restaurant.”
With a little pep in his step, Morgan walks back to the car. “On your wedding day, I want you to thank me and my sprained wrist for giving everything to get you a love life.” “Oh shut it, cupcake. You better stop taking everything as a challenge or you have to see Dr. Hayes a lot more often.”
Little do they know that (Y/N)’ll indeed see her more often, both in the ER and outside of it.
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MY DILF
Warning: Cursing, pet names, rough sex,
Parrying: Aaron Hotchnerxreader
I have been babysitting Jack for about three years now, and a year after Hayley Hotch asked me to be a live-in nanny which was great because I had just lost my apartment. Today Jack had the day off from school so we spent it at the park and got some ice cream. We were actually all supposed to go out today to a drive through zoo but after Hotch got called for work Jack decided he wanted to wait for his dad to go. During lunch time I texted Hotch to see when he will be home “hey Mr.Hotchner I was wondering when you were coming back Jacks ask about it” a few minutes later he texted “I will not be coming home tonight buy some pizza for you and Jack and buy him the movie he want to watch ill send you the money” I read and see a 80$ Apple Pay “and call me Aaron I’ve told you its fine” he adds I smile and text back “ok Mr.Hotchner stay safe” he reads it but doesn't respond.
Later that night me and Jack chow down on some pepperoni and wings and spend the whole night watching superhero movies until Jack went to bed, I carried him to his room and tucked him in. I cleaned up the mess that was made and go to the living room to watch some movies, I text my friend with benefits feeling a little lonely and horny when you work for Aaron Hotchner you can’t help but get attracted to him “hey can you come over just stay quit jack is sleeping” I text a few seconds later he text “omw 😈 🍆🍑” I giggle at his text I pull down my shirt and take a picture of my cleavage to send him “see you soon” I add for an added bonus. I go to my room and change into some sexy black lingerie and a see through robe and some high heels. Ten minutes later there’s a knock on the door I look through the peephole and its him, I slowly open the door and smile seductively at him “hey you” I say and pull him by his shirt and pull into a kiss he closes the door with his foot and locks it we go to the living room where he pushes me on the couch “what are you hiding under here” he says pulling the strings of my robe and exposing my lingerie to him.
He lets out a small groan and slowly crawls up my body grabbing my foot and kissing up my calf I move and arch my back he goes up to my thighs and sucks gently on my upper thigh leaving a faint mark there he goes up my stomach and makes eye contact letting me see all the lust and primal need he has, he lick up my stomach and stops at my breast were he grabs the right one and bites my nipple gently I let out a small groan and arch my back so my breast are closer to his face he pulls away causing me to whine, but he ends it by kissing me. We get into a heated make out I run my hands down his body and unbuckle is pants pulling them down and pull off his shirt, he goes to kiss and suck my neck making writher under him we he goes to take off my bra and that’s when we hear “now that’s enough I want you out know boy” a booming voice says that i registered as Aaron Hotchner I curse internally and push my sneaky link away, he scrambles to get dress and runs out pants around his knees ad shirt in hand, I tie my robe to be somewhat covered.
“So this what you do when i'm not home” Aarons says in a stern voice “no Mr.Hotchner I've never brought another man here I promise it was my first time and if you give me another chance I promise it will be my last please dont fire me in need this job please please please ple-“ I say but he stops me by grabbing my face and making me look at him I look at the floor to embarrass to look at him “look at me” he says I take a second but look at him. “No I wont fire you my son likes you but you have to do me a favor” he says tightening his hold on my face “anything please ill do anything” I beg he smiles and lets go of my face hee takes a step back and unbuckles his pants “Mr.Aa-” I start but he stops me “listen here slut i'm the boss here, now your going to get on your knees and crawl to me and suck my cock like the good whore you are and then I’ll decide if your good enough to keep around” he says fully removing his pants and boxers I look at him worriedly, but I couldn’t deny how wet my panties where. I slowly get on my knees and crawl to him I start by kitten licking the tip he wasn’t happy with that I guess and grabbed the back of my head and slammed his dick down my throat, I gag from the forceful intrusion. Aaron continues to slam his hips I hollow my cheeks and try and create a strong suction while breathing through my nose.
The tears start to brim at the sides of my eyes I bring one of my hands up and fondled his balls, Aaron lets out a small groan slows down a bit I put some pressure on his train and squeeze them I continue between pressure on the train and squeezing his balls he pushes my head all the way down until my nose is buried in his pubes and I feel his tighten as he releases down my throat. I pull away once his done and open my mouth to wait for his command “swallow it slut” he says I close my mouth and swallow I show im mouth and he harshly pats my cheek “bedroom now” he says, I stand up and Aaron growls out loud “did I say you could get up whore crawl like the bitch that you are” he says pulling my hair back to look at him I let out a small groan “sorry sir” I say “you call me master” he says letting go of my hair, I go down to my knees and he smacks my ass and I crawl to his room. Once I reach his room I stay near the bed waiting for him. I keep my eyes down, I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. He stops just outside the door and slowly opens the door. Aaron slowly walks towards me he as his boxers back on but his shirt is off, he sits on the bed “over my lap know” he says snapping at me I quickly move to lay over his lap and he pulls up my underwear to expose more of my ass to him “we need a safe word” Aaron says rubbing my ass gently “um suspect” I say giggling Aaroon lightly smacks my ass “ok suspect is our set safe word” he says and adds “now i'm going to spank you twenty times and every time you mess up I restart now count'' Aaron smacks me really hard and jump from the sudden pain “one” I say
Smack “two”
Smack “three” I shift a little and he stops me “stay still” he says.
Smack “four” I groan out
Smack “five”, at the tenth spank there are tears streaming down my face but my panties are absolutely drench. Once Aaron reaches my twentieth spank I just know my ass is a bright red and for the next week sitting would not be an option. “Have you learned your lesson you filthy slut” he ask pulling my hair up to lock at him “yes master I will never have another man over” I say he lets out a small growl and harshly spanks my ass three more times making me cry out “that “man” you had was some little boy that wouldn’t know how to treat a woman like you” he says “and keeps it down before I gag you” I let out a small whimper and he start to rub my folds through my panties “wow look at you so wet wasn’t much of a punishment if this is how that sluty pussy of yours react to it” Aaron says drawing small circles on my clit I let out a small moan and then three fingers are shoved in my mouth “now didn’t I say to keep quiet since you can’t do that suck” he says I begin to gently suck on his fingers and he continues his work on my clit I begin to grind down on his finger to get more friction but he spanks my ass again causing a moufled whine to let out “please fuck my slutty pussy master please show me what that boy couldn’t do” I mumble through his fingers “you want me to fuck you dumb just a little dumb cock slut that needs her whole field with a big cock and some cum” he says degradingly while holding my face to look at him I nod my head rapidly “use your words slut” he says slapping my face I whimper “please master fuck your pussy it needs a man that knows how to fuck it correctly please” I beg Aaron smirks down at me “so this is my pussy” he say plunging two fingers in my vagina I moan “yes its your pussy master” I moan out he takes out his fingers and says “well then since its mine I make the rules and think you shouldn’t cum you brought a boy to my house like some needy slut” he says “now lay on the bed spread eagle” I whimper but do as he says.
Aaron walks into his closet. I crane my neck to try and see what he's doing but without turning around he says “eyes to the roof” I look at the roof and wonder about what he's going to do to me. Two minutes later he walks out of the closet with some soft looking rope and starts to tie all my limbs to the bedpost, “since you wanna cum so badly lets see how many orgasms you can handle” he says I look at him wide eyed but say nothing “safe word” he ask “suspects” I say back. He goes back into the closet and came back with a thrusting rabbit vibrator and a vibrating butt plug and some lube “let's start, have you had anything in your ass before” he ask “nothing bigger than two fingers” I say “well lets change that” he get eye level with my pussy and slowly inserts the vibrator I buck my hips and moan once its fully in he turns it on low I moan and throw my head back bucking my hips, I feel my first orgasm rapidly approaching my moaning gets louder “keep quiet you slut my son is sleeping and the neighbors are sleeping, don't make me gag you” he says holding up a ball gag I nod and bite my lip as he heightens the speed of the rabbit.
I close my eyes and throw my head back as I feel my orgasm rush right through me, as i'm coming down from my high I feel two fingers prodding at my asswhole I let out a small whimper and buck my hips as I feel the tip of his fingers enter “stay still you slut got to stretch you out first” he says but I barely hear him as I feel my second orgasm starting to build up I continue to buck my hips and grind on air to get to that high again. “What the FUCK did I say about moving you desperate slut” Aaron says and everything is gone at an instance I whimper “I wanted to see how many orgasm you can handle but clearly you can’t listen and become a dumb slut when you do cum so lets see how a little edging works for you” he say.
Aaron walk back into the closet and come back with a medium chest, he pulls out a small finger vibrator “please no master I promise to be a good girl I won't move I can listen I promise” I whimper out “i'm tired of hearing you here this will shut you up and you’ll look so pretty” he say and ties the gag around my head. He turns the vibrator on and runs it around my lips I let out a small moan muffled by the gag he opens my lips and put might pressure on my clit I moan and buck my hips and Aaron smacks my thigh “stay still” he says I nod and try and stay as still as possible, he continues his torture and I throw my head back as I feel my orgasm reaching its peack but before I explode Aaron pulls away, I whimper and try and pout through the ball. Aaron pinches my nipple and I whine trying to pull away but he doesn't let go, he goes back to my clit and does small circles but this time he lubes his fingers and pushes them in my ass deeper this time I moan and use everything in me to not buck or grind my hips, he starts to scissor my hole and I feel my orgasm approaching but just before it comes he pulls away and stops moving his fingers. He does this about six times and then he takes mercy, “ok I think you’ve had enough now lets see how well you can take some real cock” Aaron says untying the gag.
He takes off his boxers and slides is dick through my folds, getting it wet. I moan and throw my head back. My whole body was so sensitive from being edged that I could honestly cum from this. As he continues this new torture he pulls out a big but plug “both of your holes will be filled” he says covering it in lube and slowly inserting in me, I moan out from the pleasure of having my ass filled. Aaron then slowly inch by inch inserts his dick in me I throw my head back and moan “you wanna move wanna buck those pretty little hips of yours” he ask I nod my head quickly “use your words slut” he says and smacks me harshly, I whimper and say “yes please master” he smiles and says “go ahead” he builds up a steady rhythm and moan grinding down trying to get more friction going, he grabs something from beside us and then the butt plug in my ass starts to vibrate and I feel that high start and tears start to form in my eyes “look how pretty you look tear stained face” he says grabbing my face to do an open mouth pucker he spits in my mouth I saw low and he slaps my face “good girl” he says and quickens is thrust I moan loudly and stutter out “i-im cuu-uming ple-pl-please my I master” he looks down at me “cum for me whore” I throw my head back and scream at the feeling of finally being able to come Aarons continues slamming into and drawing out my orgasm tears stream down my face and then I feel a second orgasm coming “OOOh MMMYYYY IIIIIMM CUUMIIINGGGGG AAGAAINN” I yell squirting all over Aaron’s bed, thigh, and lower stomach at that point I feel him grab my hips and push himself so deep in me I think his entered my whom and he cums feeling my pussy with loads of warm cum.
Aaron slowly pulls out of me and pulls out the plug turning it off I let out a small whine and just lay there panting trying to recover from the absolute fuck of a life time. After a minute or two Aaron is next to me white a small wet towel and cleans the sticky cum “how are you feeling I hope I didn’t hurt you” “im ok its fine I liked it” I smile and look away “um does this mean im getting fired” I say concern lasing my voice he looks down at me confused “no I would never, but I would like to continue this relationship” I smile and nod “I would like that” he stops and stands up “well I drew you a bath come on” he helps me sit and when I go to stand I fall into his chest and whimper from the pain in between “guessed i fucked you just a little to hard” we both giggle and Aaron caries me into the bathroom and we take a bath together. Once we finishes he put some ointment on my butt to help with the bruising and pain “I do hope you take this lesson to heat I don't share what’s mine and your mine know” I smile and kiss him “all yours master” he growls “come on we're going to bed brat.
This is really long and dont think it truly makes sense when it comes to the sex part but I hope y’all like it
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