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spacecowboyhotch · 2 years

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In the East & West

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summary: hotch and reader realize some things.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

contents: canon typical violence, kidnapping, unsub death, idiots in love, fluff, get together, some kissin’

an: something i wrote when i was trying to get in the right headspace for writing seeing him part 6!

word count: 1.2k

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There’s only one other time that Hotch has felt this heavy weight crushing his chest. This feeling is linked to events years ago, when he drove to his shared home with Haley, racing the clock. It feels like the world is moving in slow motion as he and Emily move through the corridors of the power plant, trying to find you. He’s grateful to have her by his side, as he can cling to the hope that backup always warrants better statistics.

But, the way he feels like he’s dying comes to him as a surprise. If there’s anything that he can count on in this life is that the two of you will disagree. Somehow you’re too similar and too different all in the same breath. You will grind his gears, like clockwork and he’ll frazzle your nerves until you feel like you’re going crazy. Both things are as fated as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

But he has to get to you. He would do anything to see you again, and while he’s not sure how his feelings for you have silently developed inside him, he doesn’t plan on hiding them from you. All he can do is hope that he gets the chance to tell you. The pessimist in him doesn’t expect anything but rejection.

They find you and the unsub in a steaming hot boiler room. He’s already dead, laying on your lap from where you’d strangled him in the cuffs he has you in. Your brow is bloodied, your face stained with tears. Hotch and Emily move quickly, getting the unsub’s body off of you and you out of the cuffs in just a few minutes.

Much to his surprise, you reach for him immediately, wrapping around him tightly. He holds you close, burying his face in your hair and soothing you as you continue to cry. The reunion, whatever it is, is short-lived as Emily starts to speak into her comms, breaking the bubble. Gathering your wits, you pull away from him, murmuring a soft thanks to him. The three of you start through the power plant again, having a much easier time finding an exit now that they’ve been through practically the entire property.

It isn’t until you’re back in Quantico that Hotch pulls you into his office, wanting to talk about the events. You both sit at his coffee table, he in one of his chairs, you on the couch. It’s all protocol, recounting the events and editing reports up until the end.

He closes the files and takes a deep, steadying breath as he broaches the next subject, “There’s one last thing that I wanted to touch on.”

“About me attaching myself to you, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. Thanks for not making it awkward and just taking it,” You let out a nervous chuckle, running your hands up and down your knees.

“I wanted to do that for you, there’s no reason for you to thank me.”

His admission gives you the courage to say something further, “I don’t know what the hell was going on but all I could think about is you. I don’t know what that means.”

“I was experiencing the same thing, and I think I do know what it means,” He shifts in his seat and you look at him inquisitively, your eyes asking him to go on. “The…panic that I felt when I was trying to get to you…I only felt that when…”

You immediately know what he’s talking about and hurry to cut him off, “Hotch, you don’t have to-“

“I think if we’re talking about my dead wife you can call me Aaron,” He says bluntly.

You run your tongue over your bottom lip, raising your eyebrows, “Fair enough. Aaron.”

He closes his eyes, trying to organize his thoughts again, and once he’s ready to speak he opens them again, “What I’m trying to say is that there’s something here between us, and I know that because of how helpless I felt when I couldn’t get to you.”

“And then there was the relief…” You admit softly, looking down at your hands as your face grows warm.

“I saw that you were okay, and it felt like I was breathing for the first time.”

You nod slowly in agreement, looking up to stare at him for a few beats. The emotions inside of you are a mixture of surprise and endearment. It’s the last thing you expect from him, to not only feel a way for you but to be vulnerable about it. It’s strange to think that your feelings for him are now as clear as day too.

“Can I…can I be near you?” You ask timidly, your fingers knotting together in your lap.

He doesn’t reply with words, just holds his hand out to you. You move with no hesitation, panting yourself firmly in his lap with your arms wrapped around his neck. The intensity of being this close to him, surrounded by his scent and staring into his eyes makes you a little light-headed.

“My turn to ask for something.”

“Ask away.”

One of his hands leaves your waist, caressing your cheek. His gaze is deep and tender, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

He closes the gap between you two quickly, eager to feel your lips against his. Unlike the tentative conversation, he kisses you confidently, his mouth soft and sure. Your hands find their way into his hair promptly, knotting in it to bring him closer. His hand tightens around your waist just as he dips his tongue into your mouth, exploring the taste of you. The act has you crumbling against him, a weak moan sounding in the back of your throat. The hand cupping your face runs back over your hair, before finding its place at the nape of your neck to bring you even closer as if you’re melting into him. It makes it easier for him to kiss you even deeper.

And once you’re breathless he pulls away, planting a shorter kiss on the corner of your mouth before he tucks his face into your neck. After a few moments, he hums appreciatively, “Mmm, have you always smelled this good?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I just figured with the attitude…” He keeps his face deadpan and your mouth drops open.

“Are you saying I have a stank attitude?”

He gives you a look as if he’s mulling it over, “In so many words.”

“You’ve got some nerve for a man who hardly smiles.”

“It worked somehow,” His eyes are smug as he quirks an eyebrow.

“So did my quote-on-quote stank attitude,” You retort but there’s a cheeky smile on your face.

“I have to be honest, I thought the bickering wouldn’t come back so quickly.”

“I think the bickering is our thing…it’s here to stay,” You run your hand through his hair affectionately, before pressing your forehead to his.

“And so am I,” He whispers, pressing his lips to yours once more.

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 2 years

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I have a partner (Aaron Hotchner x gn! reader)

Part two to ‘I have a boyfriend’.

People who wanted a part two: @wolf-knights @mycoolusernamesstuff

Warning: unwanted hitting on, drink, I think that’s all?

Word Count: 607

You had waited until long after the man left before you, yourself left. In that time, the group had revealed to you that they were, in fact, FBI agents. Of course, you thought this was amazing but tried your best to act cool. When you had looked at the time and gave a small sigh with the statement that you should get back home, that you had an early class the next morning. This had prompted them to ask what your class was, you had responded with criminological profiling, explaining that you were in your sophomore year and finally got to choose your major - which you had chosen criminology. When you stood up, Aaron had too. He had walked you to your car, making sure that you got there safely. He’d even given you his phone number (‘just in case you need me’).

Months later, you were at a bar, a different one from the one where you had met the tall, dark-haired, brooding (and incredibly handsome) FBI agent Aaron Hotchner. A small part of you hoped you might bump into him, although you doubted that greatly. But one could hope.

“(Y/N),” Your friend, Shannon, groaned. You turned to her, pulling yourself out of your thoughts.

“Yes, Shannon?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at the exaggerated pout she pulled.

“We’re supposed to be having fun,”

“I am having fun,”

“Then why does your ‘I’m having fun’ face look exactly like your ‘I’m moping about’ face?”

“Hey, I can’t help my face,”

“Oh shut up,” She laughed, “Come on, we need to get drunk and do karaoke.”

You were a few drinks in, not particularly drunk, but you had a nice warm feeling in your chest. So that was, well, nice. Your eyes flew across the people around you, curious. You always loved people watching - creating a unique backstory for each of them.

And then you see him. Aaron. The tall, dark-haired, brooding (and incredibly handsome) FBI agent Aaron Hotchner.

With a woman. Suddenly that nice warm feeling in your chest got less nice and less warm. You let your eyes stay on him and the woman a little longer, curious. You watch as Aaron shifts uncomfortably under the woman’s gaze. The way her hand traces up his arm. His eyes flick away from her, looking for his colleagues. Without thinking, you grab your new drink and make your way over to him. You slip your arm around his waist. Aaron looked down, you felt him relax when he realised it was you.

“There you are,” You chuckled, looking up at him, “I thought you might have gotten lost for a second there,”

“I was on my way,” Aaron responded.

“Who’s this?” The woman asked, looking you up and down. You gave her a smile.

“His partner,” You answered. The woman gave you and Aaron a sneer before walking off.

You both watched as she walked away before you removed your arm, sipping your drink. “Well if it isn’t the one-time sugar daddy,” You joked, “Did you at least bring me a gift?”

Aaron turned to you, giving you a smile, "Unfortunately, no," He answered, "But I can buy you a drink if you'd like?"

"Only if I buy the next round. Seems unfair for you to pretty much save my life and then have to buy more than one round," You replied. Aaron gave a small chuckle that sent butterflies surging in your stomach.

"Very well then," Aaron began, “Although, it seems like you pretty much saved my life as well,”

“Oh, yes, because she posed a real threat, I’m sure,” You teased.

“You’d be surprised,”

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zvdvdlvr · 3 months

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i raise u hotch x f!r who was pronounced kia but she comes back?

— Home

— 🧠 synopsis. After being pronounced KIA, reader shows up after a year.

— 🧠 warnings. Foul language

part one

‘‘We regret to inform you-‘’ was the first and only thing Aaron heard before his vision blurred and his hands went slack.

If had happened, his biggest fear: you were never coming home. The only personal effects Aaron received was your wallet and dog tags with your wedding band on it. The flag that the marines handed him was heavy in his arms.

As they left, Aaron dropped his head in his hands and set the things he was handed down carefully on his desk. Before he did anything else, he shut his office blinds and sank into his chair.

God, he thought, what do I tell Jack?

— 🧠

It had been about a year since being kidnapped by the cartel your unit was attempting to bring down. One year of sensory deprivation. One year of curling into yourself at night dreaming of waking up with Jack laughing as you swung him around on your arm. One year of thinking about Aaron’s gravely voice whispering a sweet ‘good morning’ right before he kissed your temple.

“You ready?” One of your longtime mentors/father figures Jethro asked.

You nod and bit your lip. “Jethro what if he’s moved on from me? What if… he stopped loving me?” You asked, malnourished body shaking from your anxiety.

The man only scoffed. “Not Aaron Hotchner, y/n. He wears your dog tags, you know. He hasn’t moved on from you, kid.”

Finally you stepped out of Gibbs’ truck and nodded. You truly hoped Jethro was right. Your fresh uniform was big on your frame- you had lost a lot of weight and muscle after being fed only a meal every two days.

Stepping into the elevator made you want to cry. The familiar beep of the machine soothed your soul more than you ever thought possible.

Your stomach did flips as you stepped into the bullpen, hoping and praying that your reunion went well.

— 🧠

In the year that you’d been gone, Hotch changed.

He no longer smiled. Ever. The laugh he had with the team alnost every day after meeting you was gone. Aaron had no patience for anything either.

Emily recalled one month anniversary of your deathdate. Hotch’s eyes were the reddest they had ever been and he genuinely looked like he had just been stabbed in the gut. That day, he had yelled twice at the two cops that had continued to bicker over evidence. And once at Rossi.

The only reason Rossi didn’t say anything in response to Aaron’s anger was because he knew exactly where Aaron’s mind was: with you and your apparent grave on the other side of the world.

But she watched your boots hit the ground, hair pulled back into the bun you had taught her all those years ago when you and Hotch first started dating. Emily watched you stand nervously in your spot, eyes scared.

Emily never remembered seeing you scared.

Your lip quivered as you made eye contact with her.

No one else had seen you yet, so Emily sprinted over to you and let you sink into her embrace.

“Aaron?” You asked, voice hoarse.

Emily nodded, vision blurred. “Go see him, y/n. He’s- none of us… we thought…” Her voice cracked and wavered.

“I love you, Em,” you said, slipping out of her grasp again. But this time, Emily knew you were alive.

The walk up the stairs made your heart race.

You brought your hand up to the door and knocked. Below, you could already hear Emily talking to the team. You heard your name, some gasps, and then silence.

“Come in,” Hotch called gruffly from the other side of the door.

You twisted the door handle and pushed. And then you stepped into the room.

“Can I help you?” Your husband asked without looking up. His head was bent and he slouched, something he always nagged on you to make sure you never did. How far did he fall in one year?

“I wanted to see my husband,” you say, voice shaky. “I heard he was here.”

Aaron shot up from his chair, seat flying backwards. His eyes. Oh, his eyes.

“Y-y/n?” He asked. His hair was a mess; it looked like all he had done lately was worriedly run a hand through it. Your heart ached for the man in front of you.

You stepped forward. “Hi, angel,” you said, taking another step forward.

“You died, y/n. I- we all… Jack and I-“ Aaron stuttered, tears falling from his cheeks as he watched the love of his life stand in uniform, an arms length away.

“I missed you. So much,” you say, crying now.

Aaron strode over to you and hugged you, letting his body fall slowly to the floor as you cried in his arms. “Oh my love,” Aaron cried, hiding his face into the crooke of your neck.

You were home.

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astrophileous · 6 months

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Hmmmmm for Hotch maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? 🥹

Thanks for the request babes!! My first Aaron fic ever, so hopefully it's not too bad for a first 🥺 I hope this is to your liking ❤️

Warning(s): gn!reader, established relationship, talks of traffic accident, mentions of injuries, protective hotch, mean words (hotch is just worried abt you ok??)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

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You heard him before you even laid eyes upon him.

Amidst the beeping machines and the moderate ruckus of the emergency room, Aaron's voice penetrated the air like a sword. The authority dripped like lava from his tone as he badgered Derek for your whereabouts, and before you could shuffle out of the hospital bed that had been your safe haven for the past hour, the cubical curtain surrounding you was suddenly yanked open.

Your movements ceased once you locked eyes with a frowning Aaron Hotchner.

"Hey—"

"Are you insane?"

You looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Do you have a death wish? Is that it? Or are you just stupid?"

A few feet behind him, you could see Derek and Emily exchanging silent looks between the two of them. Everyone knew that Aaron was notorious for being frigid, and he had a strong impartiality when it came to any of his team members doing something impetuous on the field, but the words seeping out of Aaron's mouth at that moment sounded overtly harsh to those who knew him.

"Hotch—" Derek took a step forward, trying to come to your defense, "—it's not (Y/N)'s fault."

"I'm not talking to you." Aaron's response was cutting and final. It baffled Derek enough for him to trace his step back.

"What's wrong with you?" you asked once the shock dissipated, returning your voice to its rightful owner once more. "Why are you being like this?"

"Me? You're asking me? I should be the one asking you."

Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "We were chasing the UnSub—"

"You went rogue," he cut you off. "Morgan told me everything. There's no point in denying it."

Derek raised his arms in surrender when your stare of betrayal slid his way. "Fine. I'm sorry I grabbed a random civilian's bike and crashed it against the UnSub's car. You don't have to worry about paying anything back, I'll figure something out."

"Is that what you think this is about?" Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "I could care less about monetary compensations. We can deal with that later. You could've been killed, don't you understand?"

It was his last admission that finally made the pieces in your head click into place. Beneath the anger inside Aaron's words was actually a hidden anxiety ready to break free. He was worried about you, even if he was showing it in the least hospitable way possible.

Your relationship with Aaron was young; green around the edges and blooming every single day like tulips in spring. Nobody else in the world knew about it yet, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. At least, that was what you agreed upon after having that lengthy discussion following your first official date.

And yet, none of that mattered when your fingers opted to reach out for Aaron's hand. You pretended not to notice the gasp that Emily let out as you urged your boyfriend to look into your eyes.

"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. I'm right here with you, and I'm okay." Aaron's shoulders physically collapsed at your reassurance. Every other noise in the hospital seemed to drown out in the aftermath. "The doctor's gonna clear me in no time, trust me."

"It still doesn't erase the fact that what you did was reckless." Aaron stepped closer towards the bed, overcrowding your senses as his thumb swept over your left eyebrow, just below the wound you had obtained from the crash. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head no. The injury to your head was relatively minor. Your arm, on the other hand, was sustaining a quite sizable gash from your collision with the car.

Aaron's eyes followed your gaze that had meandered towards the gauze covering your arm. "How many stitches?"

Reluctantly, you answered, "Seven."

You heard his sharp breath before he turned around to face Derek. "Where's the UnSub now?"

Derek jerked his head to the right, where you reckoned the UnSub was being treated for their own injuries from the crash. The words of protest died in your throat as Aaron began to saunter to the other end of the ER with Derek hot on his heels.

With the two men's departure, Emily was the only one who remained.

"So—" she smiled knowingly, leaning against the foot of your bed, "—you and Hotch? When did that happen?"

You slammed your head back on the pillow, muffling your groan with your uninjured arm. "Shut up."

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greg-montgomery · 20 days

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Mr. Scratch - Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

a little hurt/comfort inspired by ep. 10x21 - mr. scratch aaron's hallucination is you getting killed right in front of him. pre-relationship <3 words: 1.6k warnings: basically everything bad that happens in that episode: being drugged, hallucinations, blood, feeling paranoid

Aaron stayed unfazed by the sight of the gun pointed at him; his stare cold and unwavering.

“Oh, that was good. Oh, that was so good,” Peter whispered. “That was so impressive.”

His eyes almost sparkled with excitement as he went on, “The way you got into my head…It makes me want to know how I get into yours.”

A sound from right outside interrupted him and Aaron already knew where it was coming from. His team was there, you were there.

“You were right,” Peter said. “They did come calling for you.”

“They’ll kill you,” he threatened him with the same certainty he knew the sun would come up in the morning.

Peter’s next words though made his heart tremble with fear. “Are you sure about that?”

The dead silence in the house allowed him to focus on every little sound being made. His ears despite having been injured in the past could almost hear the door open. They could almost hear the sound of footsteps. He was certain, you were inside the house.

Peter had disappeared in the darkness and he could only pray you would get to him first. What if you weren’t fast enough? What if he drugged you too? What if-

A gunshot from the next room tore his heart in half.

He cursed himself for being unable to move, frozen in the same place as if he was stuck in the middle of a nightmare. Someone was being hurt and he was too weak to help; too slow to save them.

More gunshots followed, he thought he heard someone scream.

And then he heard you. “Hotch!”

Your voice was desperate, scared. But it meant you were alive, and that was more than enough to him.

“Here,” he said with every inch of power he had left in his body.

“Where?”

“Here,” he repeated. “In the study.”

First he saw the outline of your body, moving like a shadow towards him. Your eyes were wide with worry, like every time you saw him in danger. His sweet Y/N, who cared for him in a way he never knew he needed before.

“Where? Where is he?” he breathed as you knelt next to him.

“I shot him. He’s down,” you said.

Before he had the chance to feel relief, before he had the chance to look into your eyes for just a moment of comfort, a body hid the light behind you. He wasn’t dead.

“Y/N!” Aaron yelled, but the bullet had already left Peter’s gun.

You fell to the ground and your hand covering the wound in your neck did nothing to stop the blood from running.

“No,” he screamed with desperation. “No, no, no.”

Tears ran down his cheeks getting mixed with your blood that had been splashed on his face, but he was unable to move. He wanted to run to you, to take you in his arms, to steal you away, but he was stuck watching your terrified expression as you were bleeding to death.

“No,” he cried. “No, baby, not you. Help!” he screamed. “Somebody help!”

His body was shaking, but as if he was under a spell, he couldn’t even lift his arm. A feeling of helplessness took over his body that he had only experienced once before; the day he lost Haley.

“Not my Y/N,” he choked on his sobs.

“Now I know what scares you,” Peter said, towering over him.

The gun he pointed at Aaron turned towards your body again and you were met with a final shot.

“No!”

His eyes closed, his blood boiling with fury. “Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch.”

When he opened them again, he had to blink a few times before he realized that your body was gone. His head was dizzy and his vision was blurred, but he was certain of one thing: you were no longer lifeless, laying right in front of him.

“It’s okay. You can move now.”

He had been fooled, just like all of his victims before. Aaron knew what he had to do now, the fact that you were still alive giving him some clarity.

“I’m about to come through that front door.”

He was lying, but still Aaron accepted the knife Peter gave him and turned to the door. You were about to come in, and this time for real; he had to play along. This time he had a second chance. A second chance to save the person he loved that was so brutally taken away from him the first time.

“My gun,” he asked. “I need my gun.”

“Look. Here I come,” Peter said. “Kill me.”

Aaron reached out for his gun and pointed at the spot he had shown him. As soon as he saw the door open, he turned around and shot Peter as fast as he could.

“Hotch!” you ran to him. “We need a medic in here!” you asked.

“Take it,” he said, terrified, giving you his gun. He didn’t trust himself with it; not when it was you right in front of him. “Take it.”

You did as he said, placing your hand on his arm, trying to figure out a way to comfort him.

“He made me see things,” he cried. And then in a breath he said again, “He made me see things...”

“It’s over,” you said softly. “You’re okay. Look at me.”

Aaron met your gaze and you didn’t seem to think twice before reaching out to him and taking him into your arms. He couldn’t help but melt into your embrace.

“It’s okay,” you kept repeating to him, and it wasn’t the words you used, but the sound of your voice that calmed his shaking body down. “I’m here, I got you.”

“He’s gone,” Spencer informed you.

“He looks traumatized,” JJ said, staring at her boss. Peter had just been arrested but it didn’t seem to have calmed him down. His attention was completely devoted to you, as you held his hand and talked to him at the back of the ambulance.

“His hallucinations were probably traumatic,” Rossi said.

“He needs to talk about it,” Derek added.

“I’m sure he will. He has Y/N to talk to.”

Their attention turned back to you. You were holding a piece of cotton now, patting it softly over his wound. He kept insisting to the medics he was fine, but seemed fine with you touching him.

Your free hand was still holding his.

“I didn’t know they were…” JJ said before David interrupted her.

“This isn’t the time or the place for a conversation like this. Let’s just be grateful he’s letting someone in.”

“You’re right,” Morgan said.

You insisted on driving Aaron home and if he was honest with himself he had no issues with it, since he had also no intention of ever leaving you out of his sight again.

He was thankful Jack wasn’t home. The last thing he wanted was for his son to see him in that state.

Closing the door behind you, you made your way around his couch and sat next to him. You seemed almost awkward in your moves.

The fact that you were a soft spot for him was not a piece of information he had ever shared with you before. But after that night it would be ridiculous for either of you to pretend you were just a unit chief and his subordinate. Your dynamic had shifted.

“Thank you,” he said. “For driving me home.”

“I would never let you drive in that state.”

Any other day your sweet words would have made him smile, but Aaron didn’t have it in him at that moment. He was exhausted and scared.

“Aaron,” you said, reaching out for his hand. The sweet gesture and the use of his first name made his heart flutter. “You can talk to me…about what you saw.”

Flashes of your bleeding body appeared right in front of him. He was back in that house, frozen to the ground, hearing your desperate chokes as you bled away.

“Hotch? Aaron?”

It all vanished the next second, as he blinked to send them away.

“I saw your death.”

His words visibly shook you, and you slightly opened your mouth but without making a sound.

Aaron’s voice broke. “He shot you right in front of my eyes. You were bleeding to death and I couldn’t move.”

His breaths were getting shorter as he sobbed and you moved closer to him, placing your palm right over his heart. “I was too late again. I didn’t save you.”

“You did. You shot him, remember? You saved me,” you smiled sweetly. “You saved all of us. He drugged you and you still managed to shoot him.”

He couldn’t help but let all the tears out. “I’m scared I never woke up from it. I’m scared you’re not real.”

“I’m real. I’m right here, I promise.”

“Y/N…”

Your movements were careful as you lifted your hand to cup his cheek, and the comforting motion of your thumb rubbing the side of his head brought him back to reality. You were real, his inner voice repeated.

“I am terrified of losing you,” he admitted.

“You won’t.”

He tried to speak again but his sobs wouldn’t allow him to.

“It’s okay,” you said. “It’s okay.”

Your eyes were watery too, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss your tears away. But you put him back to his place, silently reminding him that he was the one who needed comfort this time, as you wiped his tears away with your hand. “I’m here.”

“Will you stay?”

“Do you think I would leave you here alone? I would stay even if you didn’t want me to,” you answered.

“I would never not want you here, Y/N.”

Aaron fell into your arms and you held him there with no intention of letting him go. “I know.”

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cumulo-stratus · 2 months

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yuly · 1 year

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↬ Child’s Play: Part 3 ↫

Aaron Hotchner x gender neutral reader

Summary: Jack helps bring you and Aaron back together

Warnings: angst and fluff, brief mention of anxiety

WC: 2.6K

Pic credit: @masterwords

A/N: text in italics indicates a flashback

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

It has been a year of healing, growth and self-love. For the first time in your life, you poured all your time and energy into your own well-being. Your journey to self-healing is like an exhausting hiking trip, the climb is daunting, but the glorious views from the top make it all worth the while.

Looking back, you recognize that the dynamic between Aaron and Haley, and their extensive history, created an unhealthy environment for you. As much as it hurts to admit, there is nothing you can do to change that. You decided to remove yourself from that environment and focus on the one thing you can control: yourself. You spent the year travelling, levelling up in your professional life, and making conscious decisions to invest in your happiness.

Aaron put all his time and energy into his job, delving deeper into his career than ever before. His relationship with Haley is now strained beyond repair. Still, he interacts maturely for Jack’s sake despite his anger and resentment. Even after the divorce, Aaron always had a special love for Haley. The calming sense of familiarity usually presented whenever they were around each other was now replaced with formal greetings and short straight-to-the-point sentences. She will always be a part of his life but no longer a welcomed guest in his heart.

Aaron will never forgive himself for losing you, for breaking your heart, for not appreciating all he had with you. He spent the greater part of the year going over every minute detail of your relationship, anguishing over every misstep he took. His heart aches with every beat it takes without you by his side. Aaron yearns to make it right; there is not a day that goes by where he doesn’t pray for a second chance with you. He constantly dreams of being able to love on you, cherish you, and hold you tight.

Losing you made him question himself as a man and a profiler. Not a day goes by when he doesn’t feel ashamed for not seeing what was happening before his eyes. He spent hours revisiting the core principles of profiling and human behaviour. He feels lost, with no sense of direction and no desire to be found.

Rossi has tried to set him up on a few dates, but no one comes close to you. No relationship will ever be like the one he had with you. No one can fill that void in his heart and mend its tiny pieces like you do. There is nothing he wouldn’t give for a second chance.

Jack will never forgive him or Haley for losing you. His friend, fellow dinosaur enthusiast, reading buddy, and cheerleader. Jack doesn’t verbalize his feelings, never mentions your name anymore, and he’s long since given up on asking his dad to invite you over. He understands you and his father are no longer together, but it makes him sad that he never got to say goodbye.

Jack found his own way to connect with you; he keeps a little journal and writes you letters daily. He writes about his nightmares and how his dad tucks him in and gives him a special hug so he can sleep tight. Jack asks you to come back for his next birthday and promises you a seat next to him. He never mails them, wondering who he can ask for help with that or how on Earth he would find your new house to send it to. Instead, Jack settles for pretending to mail the letters and imagining all the cool letters you would write back. He keeps his letters safely tucked away in a shoe box under his bed at his dad’s house.

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It’s a quiet afternoon when Aaron comes home from work. He robotically begins his regular post-work routine: shower, put his clothes in the wash, cook for himself and Jack, and eat. Mid-meal, his mind is thinking of ways to make the rest of the day go as smoothly as possible, and he decides to look for Jack’s shin guards so they can be on time for once.

After sifting around the boy’s room for nearly ten minutes, he looks under the bed.

He finds a shoe box he’s certain should contain the shin guards but is surprised to find a stack of papers instead. As Aaron sits on Jack’s twin-sized bed, his signature frown appears as he wonders why Jack would keep his homework in such an unusual spot.

His eyebrows shoot up, and his breath catches as he reads the same line on all of the pages: ‘Dear, Y/N’

Aaron sits in the same spot for nearly an hour, reading every last letter. He lets his tears fall freely, careful not to stain any pages. His broken heart never recovered from your breakup, and now Aaron feels the pieces of his heart shatter even further. He places all the letters neatly back in the box with shaky hands as he sits, thoughts swirling in his mind.

He realizes he robbed his son of a friend and a wonderful role model. He regrets not speaking more with Jack about this, and half of him regrets invading his son’s privacy in this way.

The other half is overwhelmed with emotion and a tiny sliver of joy as this is Aaron’s final push over the edge. He feels compelled by every fibre of his being to find you and make this right. His mind runs a million miles a minute, devising a plan. He immediately decides against asking Garcia to track you down, but contacting you on his own will be difficult as you’ve blocked him on everything imaginable.

Aaron slowly walks to his office, hands in his pocket as he stares out the window. He decides to take a page out of Jack’s book and write you a letter, silently praying you haven’t somehow managed to block his email too. Aaron exhales and begins pouring his heart out on the screen as he types away.

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You stare at your phone screen, baffled. At first, you think your mind is playing tricks on you, but the email is very much real and very much from the man your heart still yearns for.

You don’t even bother finding a place to sit as the world around you slows and fades away. You read the entire email in Aaron’s voice. He asks to meet at a botanical garden in the city, where the two of you first met and where you often went together for clarity and peace of mind.

“Excuse me, you dropped this”

You turn around to meet the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He’s breathtaking, tall and dark-haired but looks out of place wearing a three-piece suit and- wait, is that a Gucci tie?!

He clears his throat, and you jump a little, silently cursing yourself for staring.

“Sorry, yes, that’s mine. Thank you, sir.”

He laughs, and the sound has you nearly dissolving on the spot. “You can call me Aaron.”

“I’m Y/N. A bit overdressed, aren’t you, Aaron” you add teasingly.

He smiles, “I’m here to see a venus fly trap, actually.”

When you look at him curiously, he clarifies, “it’s for my son, it’s his latest fascination, and I want to prove to him that they are here stateside.”

“That’s adorable! They’re actually kept on the northern side of the garden, it’s a bit of a walk from here, but I could show you. I don’t mind.”

“As long as I can return the favour, let me get you a coffee.”

“Sure, Aaron, I’d love that” you’re a giggling, blushing mess as you walk toward your destination.

“You come here often?”

“Oh, all the time.”

“Excuse me, you gonna place an order or what?” The annoyed barista pulls you back into reality; she rolls her eyes as you fluster about, quickly giving your order and rushing to the side.

You read his email over and over again, on your way home, out on the porch, in the kitchen, on the sofa, while you brush your teeth. You’re unsure how to respond or what to think, but you can’t deny the burst of joy you got from knowing he still thinks of you and wants to see you. In your healing journey, you’ve learned to let go of things. You don’t harbour any anger or ill will towards him now, almost a year later, but the pain is still there, and you know it will hurt to see him again. You don’t answer his email.

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Aaron stands in the exact spot where the two of you first locked eyes, hands in his pocket and eyes scanning the area frantically. It’s been twenty minutes already, but he’s not ready to lose hope.

You walk in directly behind him, and as soon as you see the back of his head, the shoulders you love dearly, all that fills your heart is warmth and love. You take a deep breath and will yourself to have some decorum as you approach him.

“Hi, Aaron.” He whips his head around, and there you are, standing to his right, so divine, radiating a sense of serenity. He almost can’t believe you’re here and nearly cries at the sight of you.

“Hi, Angel.” His voice is soft and mellow. He meant to take it slow, and pet names certainly weren’t part of the plan. But he can’t help himself; in his eyes, you are an actual angel, and your presence before him only solidifies that.

He stares at you for a full minute before rambling into another apology. You reach out to lightly touch his forearm. “Aaron, I accept your apology. I’m willing to let bygones be bygones. But it still hurts. I know it’s been almost a year, and I really thought I was over it, but seeing you today, I-” You look up at him with doe eyes. Truthfully, you have no idea what’s happening; the only thought in your mind is that you still love him.

Aaron feels his heart clench at your words. “There’s no time limit on your healing Y/N. I am sorry for asking you here today, that was selfish of me, and I should let you heal and thrive in peace.”

You grasp onto his forearm once again. “You didn’t force me here, Aaron. I came by choice, and I wanted to see you too.” You feel embarrassed at your mixed signals. One minute you’re telling him you’re still hurt, and the next, you want to see him.

“Y/N, I am the happiest man on Earth today because you accepted my apology. Thank you for coming to see me. I am willing to do any and everything possible for even the smallest chance to have you in my life again, in any capacity. I know it’s a huge ask, I understand and respect your decision, but I’m asking you all the same, Y/N.” He’s on one knee and brings both hands to hold yours gently.

You can tell by the look on his face that he is sincerely pleading with you. “Aaron, I don’t know if we can ever go back to how things were. It will take time, but I’m okay with us as friends.”

He feels tears streaming down his cheeks, and you tug at his arms, motioning for him to stand.

“Thank you, Y/N, thank you. Take all the time you need, whatever you need. I am more than happy to be your friend again, Y/N.” He looks at you with a bashful smile, and you feel your cheeks heat up. You share a hug, one that conveys reconnection and love.

For the next few months, you and Aaron work to slowly rebuild the relationship. You’re in a comfortable space again, not entirely platonic but not romantic either in the physical sense. Aaron has been very respectful and accommodating of your boundaries. He wants nothing more than to kiss you all over and worship every square inch of your body to show how much he loves and misses you, but he is more than happy to keep those feelings at bay and share what you allow.

You’ve secretly been dying to ask about Jack. Still, you’re understandably uncomfortable broaching the subject, so you’ve decided to leave the ball in his court.

Aaron wants to reunite you and Jack more than ever, but he’s afraid you only want him back in your life and nothing to do with Jack or Haley. It breaks his heart all over again, but he has no idea how to bring it up to you.

A Snapchat memory from a year ago, where you and Jack visited an aquarium, is your last straw. You decide enough is enough, reminding yourself that avoiding uncomfortable topics is exactly how things unfolded the last time.

Later that day, you’re out for lunch with Aaron, and you ask about Jack. Aaron is shocked at your question but glad all the same. “He’s good, Y/N. He really misses you.” You give him a sad smile, and his tone tells you there’s something he’s holding back. You reach out to hold his hand, a silent cue that you’re willing to listen.

When Aaron finally tells you about the letters he found, you break down in tears, feeling lightheaded and guilty for not saying bye, leaving Jack without closure or explanation. By cutting Aaron out of your life, you also cut Jack out by proxy.

Aaron is at your side in a heartbeat, holding your hand and coaching you to breathe. He reassures you that it’s not your fault, that it was a series of unfortunate events that were out of your control, and that Jack will be more than happy to see you now.

“Before we go further, I want to clarify a few things. Jack is my son, and you are my partne- friend,” he corrects himself, offering you a shy apologetic smile.

“You are my friend, and you mean so much to me, Y/N. When it comes to Jack, I want you to be involved in whatever capacity you feel comfortable. As his father, I feel comfortable with the two of you spending time together and you correcting him if the need arises. You are not compelled to parent him, and if there is anything you feel unsure about, please let me know.”

You smile, grateful to hear his words.

“That means a lot. Thank you, Aaron. I want to speak with Haley first if that’s okay with you. She’s Jack’s mother, and I want to clear the air with her before I barge my way back into her child’s life again.”

“You’re not barging into anything, Angel. You’re always welcome here.” He says softly. “If that’s what you want, I’ll set it up, Y/N.”

Your conversation with Haley goes better than you imagined. She apologizes for her behaviour, and you clarify that you are in no way trying to replace or compete with her role in Jack’s life. The two of you end on a positive note with a mutual interest in Jack’s well-being and happiness.

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“Y/N! You came! Y/N is here, guys!” Jack nearly topples you over in a hug.

“Happy Birthday Jack! My goodness, how did you grow so fast!” He giggles, dragging you to sit next to him.“Corn and lots of warm milk.”

Laughter erupts through the room, and you stare at him lovingly. When Jack proclaims this as ‘the best birthday in the world,’ you realize this is home.

At the end of the party, Jack makes you pinky promise not to leave him again without saying goodbye. The two of you lock pinkies. “I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon, but if anything were to change, I promise to talk to you about it, Jack.” He nods enthusiastically, “because that’s what families do!”

“That’s exactly right, Jack.” You hold him close and plant a kiss on top of his head.

Later that night, you notice Aaron acting strangely and spacing out.

“What’s wrong, Aaron?”

“Jack called you family” you hear the slight break in his voice and see that his eyes are glazed over. You walk over to engulf him in a hug. “Is that okay with you?” he asks gently.

“You and Jack are my family, Aaron, and this is my home.” Your statement puts the last piece of Aaron’s broken heart into place, and it makes him feel whole again.

The two of you share your first kiss again, though it’s decidedly sweeter the second time.

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Our princess.

Dave Rossi x NB!Reader x Aaron Hotchner.

Summary: Threesome smut. Their little princess keeps playing up so they have to teach them a lesson. (Reader uses they/them pronoun but AFAB)

Warnings: SMUT!! R18 only. minors do not read! Being tied up, toys involved, degrading, praising, chocking, sharing, anal. Use of princess for reader. Men on men action (They kiss and touch each other) (Let me know if I have missed anything)

A/N: This is hot, so hehe. I kinda rushed the aftercare part so Im sorry about that but yeah other wise enjoy my two fav men. Sorry for the delay work became crazy.

Update: change this from gender neutral reader to non binary reader as I feel like it just suits better. Reader is AFAB

Words: 4.5k

“Now princess, I’m going to need you to stay quiet, I have company coming over soon” Dave smirks down at you, looking at you all tied to his bed, spread eagle tie. Your favourite virbarter tied to your thigh, pressing against your clit, small whimpers slipping through your lips.

“Dave please, I’m sorry” Pouting softly as you look up at him, your heart racing as his fingers tracing down your naked body. Suddenly a sharp slap is laid on your inner thigh, forcing your body to lunge upwards, pulling on your restraints.

“That's not my name Princess” Dave snarls as he turns the vibrator on, glaring at you angrily “you’re already broken enough rules today, I'm sure you want to stop being a brat and be my good little kitten”

“Y yes daddy” Small whimpers slipping throughout your words, your body stinging from the spanking he gave you earlier.

“Aw maybe you do know how to behave” His laughter belittles you, his eyes racking over your body. “But I know better than that, you just wanted attention all day, to bad you don’t get any”

Ding dong.

“Ah look my friend’s here, now you better stay quiet, I’ll check on you soon, and you are not allowed to come at all” Dave smirks at you, enjoying the view of you all tied up at his mercy. Grabbing the remote that's beside the bed, before leaning down and kissing you deeply.

“Colour?” He pulls away from your lips, studying you closely with concern.

“Green Daddy” Smiling up at him, nervous and excitement running through your body.

“That's my good kitten, now you know how to get out of here if it's too much?”

“Yes Daddy, I just pull this rope here and I can then untie myself” Gripping onto the rope that will undo the knot.

“Good” Dave smiles, feeling at ease now.

Ding dong.

“Looks like someone else is impatient” Dave chuckles a little, turning up your vibrator before walking out.

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You're not sure how long you’ve been left alone, you’ve done your best to keep quite small whimpers and moans slipping out. You can’t help it, Dave has edged you at least four times, always turning the vibrator off just as you get close enough. The last time you got closer you couldn’t help the moans getting louder, pulling on the restraints as you try to get away from the vibrator pushed tightly on your clit. Ever since you let out the loudest moan, the vibrator has been turned off and that's when you realise you're in trouble.

The door finally starts to open, grinning with relief as you look up expecting to see Dave, instead fear and excitement runs through your body as your eyes land on your boss.

“A aaron” Your eyes widen as you stare up at him, pulling at your restraints hoping you could cover yourself up.

“God Sweetheart, look at you” A dark smirk plays on his lips as his eyes run down your body, taking you all in.

“What did you do for him to tie you up a little this huh?” Aaron walks into the room, leaving the door open as he walks towards you.

“I uh.. Um” Your brain goes blank as you watch Aarons every move, watching as he rolls his sleeves up as he walks around the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Speak up sweetheart, I know you know how to use that mouth of yours” A snigger rolls off his tongue as you whimper softly.

“I.. I was being a brat all day to daddy” Glancing up at Aaron a pout playing on your lips, your heart racing away in your chest.

“Oh just today huh?” Aaron rolls his eyes as he comes to a stop right beside you, his eyes dark and swirling with lust. “Because from what I have seen, you’ve been a brat all week wearing that fucking skirt of yours to work yesterday” Aaron snarls out as he slides his hand down the middle of your chest, ideas swimming in his mind of thing things he going to do to you tonight. “You know you aren’t allowed to wear that at the office” His cold fingers slide over your hardened nipples slowly, rubbing them between his two fingers, a small whine escaping you.

“I I’m sorry Sir” Biting your lip as he pinches your nipple hard, trying your hardest to stay quiet.

“No your fucking not” Rolling his eyes up at you as he moves his hand up tp grab your jaw tightly. “If you were fucking sorry, you would have been listening to Dave today when he was in charge of you and not being a stupid little brat” Venom drips from his words as he squeezes your jaw tightly. “And if you were truely sorry, you wouldn’t of worn that fucking skirt yesterday and be bending over, leaning against a desk every signal time me or Dave walked passed, are you trying to get us caught, little one”

“N no no” Your words are barely above a whisper, your breath getting stuck in your throat as he leans down, closer.

“Then why, sweetie?” Aaron licks his lips as he spots you shelving under his touch.

“I.. W we hadn’t played in awhile, so I um” Taking a deep breath as his grip loose on your jaw.

“Oh so you're needy, so you decided to play up for some attention huh, god you're such a whore” Aaron smirks as he slowly moves closer, his lips barely touching yours, and his hold on your jaw stopping you from closing the gap.

“P please sir”

“Please what, slut?” Aaron chuckles softly as he glances down at your lips.

“Please kiss me, sir” Your breathless as you ask, pouting softly as you stare at him.

“Only because you asked so nicely” Aaron smiles softly, leaning forward, capturing your lips with his.

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The kiss soon turns from sweet to rough and heavy, his tongue parting your lips slipping easily into your mouth. His hand stays firmly on your jaw, as he slides onto the bed with you, his other hand slides down your chest, playing with your nipples make you squeak and groan softly into the kiss.

Suddenly the low buzzing starts up again, forcing you to thrust upwards at the sudden vibration, moaning softly into the kiss. Aaron pulls away slowly, chuckling as he looks up.

“Finally decided to join us Dave” Aaron takes his hand off your jaw as you lean your head back down, the vibrator being turned up again.

“Well someone had to clean up” Dave smirks as he looks over at you, a small puddle that's forming under you, wetness running down your shaking thighs. “Someone learning their lesson kitten?” Dave walks over to you, sitting on your other side, his hand coming to rest on your inner thigh. You can barely form words so all you do is whimper and nod in response, not daring to look at him

“Words kitten” Dave smirks as he turns up the vibrator, earning louder whimpers.

“Yes Daddy I’m learning my lesson” Glancing at him, a small pout still playing on your lips, even though you know it's useless when it comes to him.

“Wipe that look off your face princess, you brought this on yourself” Dave smirks, looking over at Aaron who looks at Dave excitedly, before holding his hand out for the remote, a soft smile on his face.

“Can I, please”

Dave can’t help but chuckle softly before handing it over to him. “Just behave Aaron, because I wouldn’t mind seeing you in this same position” Dave licks his lips as your thighs clench, Aaron blushing deeply before nodding.

“Good boy” Dave winks, before moving his attention back to you, his hand trailing up your thigh slowly. “Your dripping kitten, you need us hmm” Dave chuckles as you whimper back yes. His fingers move past the vibrator, running up your slit slowly collecting your wetness. “I bet I could slide straight into you princess, your wet enough that I don’t even need to stretch you, aren't you my little slut”

“Yes Daddy please” Grinding yourself against his hips and the toy, your pussy aching for him.

“Oh you want daddy to wreck you baby?, use your holes until you can’t take it anymore” Dave smirks as he slides a finger in you, groaning softly at how warm and soft you are. “Want me to fill you of my cum then have Aaron fuck it back into you” Dave slides his finger in and out of you slowly, feeling the vibrator pulsing on your clit.

“Yes daddy yes please I need you to use me please, I need your cum in me” You cry out as he curls his fingers,just as Aaron turns the vibrator up. “No no no please, I need to cum” Your walls tighten around Dave finger, moans dripping from you, eyes closed tightly.

“Fucking hold it” Dave snarls at you, pulling his fingers out.

“C can’t, I can’t, please Daddy” Whimpering loudly as you pull against the restraints, Aaron smirking down at you, before turning the vibrator completely off.

“W what no no” Groaning frustrated, leaning back into the bed as you take deep breath, trying to calm yourself down again from being edged for at least the 5th time that night.

“We told you to behave, now if you listen to us, we may allow you to cum at least once tonight” Aaron smirks evilly down at you. Pouting softly you nod, tears sliding down your face.

“Yes sir”

“Good, now colour?” Aaron demands.

“Green sir” Giving him a small tired smile, which only grows as he leans down and kisses you sweetly.

“You're so good for us” He whispers as he pulls away. “You're our good little whore aren’t you sweetie”

“Yes sir” Grinning softly as he kisses you again, only for the moment to be broken up by a loud scoff.

“God you're too soft on them Aaron” Dave rolls his eyes as he unties your ankle, before removing the vibrator placing it on the bedside table.

“No I’m not” Aaron pulls away to defend himself, smirking down at you. “I’m not too soft, am I Sweetheart?”

“Never” You agree, licking your lips as he chuckles lightly, before untying your wrists, rubbing them between his hands.

“No Aaron you're too soft” Dave disagrees, before standing up holding his hand out to you, which you take without hesitation. Dave pulls you up onto your legs, which shake as soon as you try to put pressure on them a painful whimper slips through your lips, which makes both boys grin. Dave leads you to the front of the bed, where you meet Aaron who is now holding a collar.

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“On your knees kitten” Dave kisses your neck as he speaks, with a quick nod you slide down onto your knees.

“Yes Daddy” You slide onto your knees, back straight, hands behind your back and head slightly bent as your doms stand above you.

“Oh what a good little doll for us” Aaron smiles at you, stepping closer. “Head up, sweetheart” With that simple and soft command you lift your head, and his hands are quick to put the collar around your neck. Dave smirks as he looks you over, all naked and gorgeous, sweating and breathless from the things they have done to you. Your collar around your neck with the words, ‘Property of Daddy and sir.’ Written boldly across the front of it.

“You going to behave for once and suck Sir off princess” Dave asks, walking closer to Aaron.

“Yes Daddy” Smiling up at them as you reach up to unbutton Aaron jeans, gulping thickly as you feel just how hard he is, which halts your action.

“What's wrong darling, you never touched such a hard cock before” Dave teases as he sees your startled look, glancing up at him shyly, before continuing to pull it out.

“It's just.. Oh so pretty” Gulping as you hold it softly, listening to Aarons softly groan.

“Come on sweetheart, why don’t you put your mouth to better use, seeing as it kept getting you in trouble lately” Aaron smirks down at you, leaning back a little, as Dave moves to stand behind him, his arms wrapping around waist.

“Yes sir” Spitting into your hand before you start stroking him, listening to his small whimpers and low groans as you tease him.

“If you don’t hurry up, you don’t get to cum tonight” Aaron glares down at you, his cock throbbing in your hand. Quickly you bring your mouth down, taking it slowly into your mouth.

Aaron groans loudly as you take him down your throat, leaning into Dave touch, enjoying his soft kisses on his neck. Dave fingers sliding up Aarons chest as he undoes the buttons throwing the shirt across the room.

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God you love the way he feels deep in your throat, the way he keeps thrusting, the soft groans that leave Aarons mouth as he uses you for his pleasure. Glancing up at him through watery eyes, you can’t help but groan around his cock, the view above you is beautiful. Aaron is leaning into Dave, his eyes fluttering close as you suck him off. Daves hands travel up Aarons chest gently pinching his nipples as he kisses his neck, whispering sweet nothings in his ears.

“You like that don’t you baby boy, enjoying the way you fuck our princesses throart” Dave smirks, glancing down at you before continuing to suck some hickey on Aarons neck.

“Fuck, they feel so good” Aaron groans thrusting a little harder, making you whimper.

Soon Aaron pulls you off, giving you time to catch your breath, tears sliding down your face as you grin up at him, drawl slipping down your chin.

“Maybe you do know how to behave for us” Aaron smirks darkens as he helps you up, quickly pulling you into a deep kiss. You can’t help but fall into his arms as he takes control of the kiss, his hands sliding down your body, grabbing your ass tightly as his tongue slides in. Another pair of hands join your body, sliding around your waist as he beggans kissing your neck. Soon you have both pairs of lips attacking your neck, one pair of hands playing and pinching your nipples as the other slides down the mess between your legs, sliding them open before rubbing soft circles on your sensitive clit.

“God please, I need you both” Groaning softly as you lean into Dave's chest.

“I need to taste you first kitten” Dave nips your neck before slowly pulling away.

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Dave strips himself clear of the clothes before laying himself down on the bed, as Aaron holds you in his arms, giving you a small breather before leading you over to the bed.

“Ready to ride his face, sweetheart?” Aaron smirks as he feels your cheeks heat up, you always get embarrassed about sitting on either of their faces, but god do you all love it so much. With a small nod and some chuckles from your doms, Aaron holds your hand as you crawl on the bed and half hover over Dave's face, your heart beating pounding as you try to relax.

“Calm down princess, it's okay” Dave reassures you, rubbing your inner thigh softly before pulling you straight down onto his face, you gasp lightly not expecting the sudden movement. Nor are you prepared for the way he attacks your slit with his tongue, the way he eats you out as if it's his last meal. Soft groans escape from you, as his tongue swirls around your clit.

“Oh god, Daddy” Groaning loudly, as your eyes lock with Aaron, who's watching you hungrily, he can’t help but lean forward, capturing your lips with his, swallowing all those beautiful sounds you are making.

“Fuck those sounds you make for us sweetheart, so perfect for us” Aaron breaths out, kissing down your body.

“Just for you two” Your soft giggle turns into a groan as Dave's assault on your clit continues. Aaron can’t help his next move as he moves down your body, and onto Daves, his hands sliding across his stomach and onto his thighs before gently brushing over his cock, which twitches in anticipation. Aaron smirks at you before lowering his mouth over Daves cock, licks the tip of it in a teasing way. You can feel Dave's low groan vibrating through you as Aaron begins to tease him, whimpering softly as Dave’s hand leaves your thigh before slapping your ass hard.

“Fuck” Whimpering softly as the soft burn, sends sparks through you. “Sir, I don’t think he wants you teasing him” Giggling softly, as Aaron winks at you, before taking Dave all the way in his mouth. You can’t help but groan, with the way Dave is eating you, the low vibrations from his own groaning, plus the view you have of Aaron oh god you not going to last much longer. It's like Dave knows you swear, he squeezes your thighs harder, focusing more on your clit as you reach your high.

“Oh god, oh god, Daddy I need to come please” Whimpering as you beg, your legs shaking around Dave's head. But you get no response from either of your men.

“Please, please can I cum I can’t hold it” Your back arches as you try to fight against the pleasure Dave is attacking you with, your eyes meet Aaron, begging him for permission.

“Please sir, please let me cum” Biting your lip as you beg yourself to keep it together. Aaron smirks, pulling himself on Daves throbbing cock, as he smirks at you.

“That's it then, cum for us your pathetic slut” Aaron chuckles, licking his lips as he watches you let go. Moans drip from you as your eyes roll backwards, your body becoming limp as you squirt all over Dave's face.

“Oh fuck…fuck” You whisper breathlessly as your body slumps forward, Aaron is quick to grab you, helping bring you off Dave, laying on the bed beside him.

“Fuck princess” Dave smirks, licking his lips that is just covered in your juice. “God I love it when you squirt for us”

~~~

“Fuck” You whisper as you lay on Daves chest, his hand running through your hair as you calm down.

“Are you alright princess?” Dave mumbles, kissing your forehead.

“God yes” Smiling up at him, meeting his lust filled eyes.

“Good, because now I want you to ride me, kitten” Dave smirks as he kisses you, feeling how relaxed you feel on top of him.

“Yes Daddy” Smiling brightly, as you sit up, moving your way down. Gently you grab his cock, feeling the way it throbs in your hand, whimpering softly as you tease it at your entrance.

“Don’t tease me princess” Dave groans, griping hips tightly.

“Sorry” You giggle as you lower yourself on it, moaning softly as it fills you up.

“God fuck princess you feel so fucking god” Dave groans, tilting his head as you start moving slowly.

“Fuck, look at you sweetheart” Aaron groans, joining you from behind. His hands slide down your back as you lean into his touch.

“Sir please I need you as well” Moaning softly as Dave cock fills you perfectly.

“Oh I know” Aaron chuckles as he picks up the bottle of lube, squirting some onto his fingers. “You just like being filled of cock don’t you, our good little slut” Aaron kisses your neck as he pushes you forward, his hands spreading your cheeks open, before circling your hole with his lubed up fingers.

“God yes sir” Whimpering softly as he slides a finger in.

“Fuck, your so tight” Aaron groans, feeling you clutch around him. “You need to relax for me, just enjoy it” He smiles as he kisses down your neck, loving the way you give complete control of your body over to them. He slides in another finger, moving them slowly at first before picking up speeding, soon your own movement slows down enjoying the pleasure too much.

“Uh that's not right sweetheart, if you don’t want me to stop you better keep riding your Daddy, come on be good for us sweetie” Aaron licks his lips stopping his movements until you start moving again.

“Sorry sir, I’ll be good i promise” Moaning softly,enjoying the way he keeps fingering you quickly. After a few moments he pulls them out earning a whine from you, your boys can’t help but laugh at how desperate you are for them.

“I need you to stop moving” Aaron commands, pressing his cock against your back entrance. Your movements come to a stop, Dave hand gripping your hip keeping you still as your mouth falls open when Aaron slides all the way in.

“Oh fuck sir” You moan louder as you become fill to the brim.

“Fuck princess you look so good filled with our cocks, don’t they Aaron” Dave smirks up at the man behind you, who groans at the way you squeeze around them.

“So fucking good, god they really do know how to take cock don’t they” Aaron groans, beginning to thrust into you hard, your body rocking itself between Aaron and Dave, moaning loudly in pleasure.

“It's funny, how they can be such a brat” Aaron chuckles, wrapping his hand around your neck. “But turns out to be a pretty dumb little thing as soon as they get cock, huh?” Aaron growls in your ear as he squeezes your throat. Dave groans loudly feeling the way you squeeze around him as Aaron chokes you.

“God they are such a slut for us, they don’t care how we use them as long as they get filled” Dave chuckles watching your pleasure filled face. God you love it when they talk about you like this, like you're only here for their pleasure and you can’t help but savour this moment.

“Just for you” Moaning softly as Dave starts thrusting up into you.

“You gonna fucking cum for us princess?” Dave chuckles watching you fall apart on their cocks.

“I hope not, they have asked for permission yet” Aaron groans, feeling his own orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Please” You whimper, falling into Aaron's hands wrapped around them.

“Please what, kitten” Dave chuckles, holding himself back from filling you up with his cum just yet.

“Please let me cum Daddy” Your moans getting louder as Dave starts hitting your spot.

“That's it sweetheart, cum for us” Aaron groans, kissing just below your ear.

Oh god, you can’t hold it anymore, feeling yourself come undone as they continue to pound into you, your body shaking as their movements slow down.

~~~

Aaron gently lays you down on Dave's chest as he pulls out, carefully moving off the bed as he makes his way to the bathroom. Your eyes flutter close as you cuddle into Dave, his hand gently running through your hair.

“You did so good for us darling” Dave hums, a soft smile plastered on his face as he watches your face lighten up slightly.

“I did good, Daddy?” Giggling softly as your body slowly calms down from tonight's actives.

“You did so good for us princess, but it's Dave now baby” Dave smiles watching yo in sub spaces after a long session is his favourite. Back at the beginning he knew it was going to be a long road for you three to become this comfortable, but now it feels so natural.

“Okay, thank you Dave” Smiling as you enjoy the peace.

“Hey sweetheart, I need to clean you up, you can’t sleep yet” Aaron whispers gently, as he climbs back on the bed, his hand running down your back comforting.

“Okay” You murmur back, feeling Aaron spread your legs as he takes a washcloth between your legs. You whine in protest as he moves you up just another to slide Dave out of you.

“Just relax darling” Dave coons in your ears as you cuddle into his even move, as Aaron does his best to clean you up, before passing you a bottle of water.

“You need to drink as well sweetie” Aaron smiles as Dave takes it from him, opening the cap before tilting your head up as he brings it to your lips, you sipping it slowly.

“Do you want to have a bath tonight love?” Dave slowly pulls the water away as you finish up, you nod in response smiling sleepy at him.

“I'll go get it ready” Aaron smiles standing up, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before walking out. In the meantime you stay snuggled up to Dave, sipping on the water as he praises you from how well you did tonight. Soon Aaron makes his way back, standing in the doorway watching the two of you, wondering how he got so lucky.

“You ready sweetie?” Aaron smiles as he reaches the bed, you smile up at him nodding slowly as you roll off of Dave, taking Aarons hand as he helps you up. Aaron is quick to wrap his arms around you as you sway on your legs, finding it impossible to stay standing.

“You okay?” Aaron kissing you softly.

“So good, thank you” Smiling lovingly up at him as he leads you both to the bathroom. It takes a little bit of begging and your soft puppy eyes which you know he can't resist before he’s joining you in the bath. Your back against his chest, head resting on his arms as you listen to his breathing finding comfort in it. You two stay for that for a long time, until the water starts going cold and your eyes can barely stay open. Aaron climbs out first, holding his hand out for you, once you both are out and dried you make your way to the bedroom where Dave has changed the sheets and has remade the bed nicely. Smiling sleepily as you open up the closest as Aaron pulls his boxes on. You grab your favourite hoodie that's hanging up in there, of course it’s Dave. It's a bit tight but you don’t care, it smells like your boys, that's all that matters. A pair of arms wrap around you, kissing your neck softly as he leads you back to the bed.

“Come on, you need some rest sweetheart,” Aaron smiles, pulling back the blankets for you. Smiling up at him you quickly climb in, cuddling up to his side once he joins you.

“You two look comfy,” Dave chuckles from the door, making his way closer.

“Be better once you get your ass in here” Laughing softly as he rolls his eyes at you.

“Is that so princess?” Dave smirks as he gets into the bed, rolling towards you so now you're snuggled up between your boys.

“See, much better” Giggling to yourself, before giving them each a kiss as you settle down for the night.

“Goodnight princess” Dave smiles, running his hand through your hair, before quickly giving Aaron a kiss and they both snuggle down. It doesn’t take either of them long to fall asleep tonight.

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spentfromspence · 2 months

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Spencer: I dont need to sleep yet, Im not tired.

Y/N: But i’ll be so lonely, who will I cuddle with? Pleaseeee come to bed with me?

Spencer: …are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?

Y/N: …Is it working…?

#criminal minds #spencer reid #cm #yn x spencer reid #yn #sleep deprived spencer reid #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #incorect criminal minds #criminal minds incorrect quotes #criminal minds fandom #x gn reader

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moonlightspencie · 28 days

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Meet-Cute

Description: It's all in the title, isn't it?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 1k

On a Saturday morning after a night of drinking, the last thing you personally cared for was to be awoken by the loudest noise on earth. Some terrible creaking sound, mixed with thuds that seemed to resound in your apartment every thirty seconds had you practically developing a stress-induced twitch as you laid in bed.

To put it nicely: you were at the end of your rope.

You begrudgingly got out of bed, roughly washed your face, angrily brushed your teeth, and stomped to your door. You may not usually be prone to dramatics, but you felt it necessary for your well-being this time. You opened your door, about to confront your terribly noisy neighbor, when you realized that it was someone moving in.

You wanted to be angry. You really did. But…

“Hello,” said a man who you could only describe as genuinely tall, dark, and handsome. He also looked a little surprised.

You wiped the scowl off your face. “Hi.”

He looked around, as if the answer for you standing in your doorway in pajamas, looking quite annoyed, would appear out of thin air. It didn’t. You realized as much about thirty seconds later as you finally started speaking.

“Sorry. Are you moving in?”

"Oh! Yeah," he breathed out a small laugh. God he was handsome. "I apologize for the noise.”

You shake your head. “No! No, that’s okay. Just… curious.”

He smiled a little and you tried not to melt on the spot. He reached his hand out in greeting.

“I’m Aaron.”

You shook his hand, trying not to stare at him as you gave him your name.

“Nice to meet you,” you said softly.

“You, too. Uh… I’m just gonna…” he trailed off, nodding at the box under his arm.

“Of course!” you nod quickly. “Right. Um… I’ll see you around, Aaron.”

You went back to your apartment, shutting the door behind you with a little grin. So much for staying determined to be grumpy and less than pleasant today.

It was, unfortunately, two weeks later before you saw him again. This time as you were checking your mailbox in the lobby. As you heard someone clear their throat, you muttered a small apology, stepping out of the way as you looked through the letters in your hand.

“Um… hi,” he offered as a greeting that made you jump a little bit. "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Just wanted to say hello."

You looked up at the voice that was irritatingly smooth, finding yourself getting a bit warm in the cheeks when you noticed him giving you almost a shy smile. You turned towards him more to give him your full attention.

"Oh, gosh. Uh, sorry," you chuckled softly, returning his smile. "Guess I'm not very good at being neighborly, am I?"

"You're doing just fine. I'm sure it might be a little... maybe off-putting to have a strange man approach you in the lobby, now that I think of it."

You shook your head. “It’s not that at all. I’m just… not used to people approaching me here at all.”

“Not exactly social?”

“More like nobody else here is. I don’t mind a little company,” you replied, a little more flirty than you were intending.

Clearly he didn’t mind.

“Good to know,” he nodded once with a growing smirk.

“Uh…” you clammed up a tiny bit. “So… Um, are you, like, new around here?”

“Only to this building. I’ve been in D.C. for too many years to count,” his smirk melted into a softer smile. “Just needed someplace new, I guess. My old apartment… I just needed a change of scenery.”

“Yeah. Yeah, no, I’ve been there,” you nodded softly. “How are you liking it so far?”

“It’s great. My son loves it here.”

Your brows raised a little. “You have a son?”

“I’m shocked you didn’t file a complaint last night with the tantrum he threw,” he chuckled a tiny bit.

“I was out last night, so no worries here.”

“Oh? With friends, or…?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little more. “Yeah. Just a couple of girlfriends.”

“That sounds fun.”

“Maybe too much fun.”

“You get up to a lot with them?” he asked casually, though not without humor, crossing his arms over his chest.

You smiled. “Only on occasion. I don’t think I could really handle the way they go out practically every single night. I only agree to go out like that with them once a month.”

“Now you’re sounding a little too much like me for someone so young and pretty.”

You find your cheeks warm at that, though you try not to react outwardly. You could tell that he knew just how much he had affected you, though. If you didn’t know any better, you might guess he was a mindreader.

“I think you make yourself out to be too boring for someone so friendly and handsome.”

He laughed a little at that. Then a comfortable silence falls over the both of you for a moment. Maybe two moments. Eventually, you shift your weight, and look back up at him again. He really is horribly handsome. A guy shouldn’t be able to look like that, and… God, he smelled good, too. You shuffled the mail in your hands a little bit before speaking again.

“Uh… Well, it was nice chatting with you, but unfortunately I do have to go clean my apartment. Family is coming over tomorrow,” you said softly. “I’ll see you around, though, yeah?”

“Yes, that sounds… sounds good. Maybe if you end up wanting some of that company you were talking about, we could get dinner some time?”

You couldn’t help a giddy smile sneaking onto your face. You nodded easily, glancing at his hand as he shut your mailbox for you near your head.

“I could come knock on your door some time soon and invite you properly, if you’d be alright with that,” he said, that little smirk sneaking back onto his face.

“I’d like that.”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner one shot #criminal minds #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds fic #gender neutral reader

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spacecowboyhotch · 2 years

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Seeing Him (5+1): and Loving Him

summary: the 6th time’s the charm.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warning: pining, light angst, love confessions, kissing

an: to everyone who’s kept up with this shitstorm of a series, thank you. it took me a while to get a handle on how these two would make it to each other but i’m happy to say here it is. i hope that this has been worth the wait, and i love you all! gif credit is @ropoto <3

word count: 2.3k

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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

When you return to work, it's like the last few months haven’t happened. When you allowed yourself to think about the conversation you and Hotch had at Blake’s house for the length of the drive home, and then you put it in a box and buried it. You know it can only be successful for so long, not being able to deny your feelings for him any longer is what got you in the first place. To his credit, he does his part in trying to forget— at least you thought he was. Every day that you see him at work that he doesn’t push softens you. It makes you glance at him, talk to him, and want to be with him. It's reverse psychology if you’ve ever seen it, and you don’t even realize that it's happening, a progression so slow it's as if things stay the same.

Hotch doesn’t realize it either, how could he when you speak but a handful of words to him a day. He relishes them, and replays them in his head, along with your facial expressions and mannerisms. The way he loves you is more manageable now, he knows that you love him too even if you won’t give in. He’s been dealt worse hands, and somehow this one feels the least lonely one he’s had in a while. To be cared for in a way he hasn’t been cared for in years feels like a breath of fresh air, even if he doesn’t get to have it the way he wants, he has it. It’s not like he isn’t used to a glass half full anyway— he might as well regard it as full.

There’s a turning point, you tried to avoid it but if there’s anyone who knows how to berate you into doing things you don’t want to do it’s Rossi. He promises good food, wine, and music, plays the old man card and that’s how you end up at the team dinner on a Saturday night.

It’s a night full of fleeting, yearning glances. You steer clear of him, making sure to stick between Derek and Penelope or Spencer and JJ. You even end up playing Spencer’s assistant while he does magic tricks for Henry and Jack. Anything you can do to make sure something doesn’t happen. You’ve learned your lesson; regardless of how much you resist, somehow you always end up facing each other, on the precipice of falling together.

And yet, here you are standing next to him as the rest of the team spills out onto the dance floor in Rossi’s backyard, surrounded by twinkling lights and candles. You can feel the tension building, you almost hear him asking to dance before he can open his mouth.

“Don’t even ask because the answer is no. That would make it glaringly obvious,” You say under your breath.

“Don’t you think it would make it more obvious if we didn’t dance together?”

“Not if you keep looking at me the way you have all night.”

“You started it,” His voice is teasing, and you wonder how he’s so calm given everything that’s unfolded between the two of you in the last few months.

“I-” You look at him in disbelief, crossing your arms against your chest, “I started it?”

“Yes,” He says firmly, keeping his eyes trained on the dance floor.

He’s stubborn, as stubborn as you, and though you won’t say it, you know he’s right. When he walked through the door it felt like the atmosphere had changed, like every nerve in your body was on high alert.

“One dance,” You agree begrudgingly, and when he holds his hand out you take it. He’s smooth, nimble, and whisks you out on the dance floor so easily it makes your head spin. Maybe that’s from the physical contact, the feeling of his skin against yours, the smell of his cologne. Whatever it is, has you a little light-headed and it makes you cling tightly to him.

You’re looking at anything but him, the decorations, the people around you, the star-littered sky. Anything to save you from his intense stare, or any points of contact between you because you want him. You need him. And you're terrified that if you look him in his eyes at this moment you'll give in. It makes sense and doesn't.

Your plan works until he murmurs your name and you have to look up at him. This time, when you look into those serious brown eyes of his you see everything. His sadness, his pain, his intelligence. Strength and honor. His care. All of him, and how well he fits with all of you. But most importantly, you see his happiness. How his eyes are filled with a mirth and enchantment you’ve never seen before.

As soon as the song is over you make a beeline to the bathroom, needing to clear your head. He’s such a paradox to you, so overwhelming, and yet you feel grounded. It’s the peace of it all, the realization of knowing that you’ve found something that you never planned to have and never searched for. As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realize it’s gone further than that. A time where you have to give in to this looms over your resistance. All your contentment and planning was just to land here. It feels almost like destiny. One you’re completely unprepared for.

There’s a knock at the door and you straighten up and check to make sure you did the lock the door behind you.

“It's just me,” Blake says in her usual calm manner, and while it eases some of your nerves you’re still on edge.

“I’m fine, just had to pee,” You lie easily, leaning your back against the door.

“Oh, so this has nothing to do with the dance?”

“I can’t, I don’t know how to do this, Alex.”

“Do what?”

The thing about Blake is that she wants clarification. Communication, words, and phrases, clear and crystal, she wants it all. If anyone was able to get you to say it, it would be her. There’s no point in beating around the bush with her, especially when it comes to this. You’ve had a talk or two about how she helped Hotch corner you, and when she makes up her mind there’s no changing it. Countless moments have gone by and you still haven’t said it. She waits patiently, you could imagine she’ll wait forever if she needs to. She’s made it clear that she’ll see this through and stick by you.

Your voice is no more than a whisper, “Love him. Be loved by him.”

“Maybe that’s a conversation you should have with him.”

“I think I’d rather have been successful falling off the side of that building.”

She snorts, and makes you laugh, an unexpected lightness coming to the conversation, “You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t.”

“The best advice that I can give you is to just give in. He’ll catch you,” She repeats a version of her words from that day on her porch.

You want to scream that you know he’ll catch you, that that’s the point. He’d stick to you like bees on honey, but what if you’re not sweet enough? There’s always a chance that you’ll fall short of who he thinks you are, and you don’t know what you would do if he ever walked away from you. Keeping him at arms’ length by choice stings less, it’s what you can handle.

You finally open the door, giving her the best smile you can manage before pulling her into a hug. She’s not big on physical affection but you don’t know how else to tell her you appreciate her.

Once the two of you make it back to the dance floor, you say goodbye to everyone, citing that you’re feeling a little queasy from the indulgent food. Everyone believes you, or at least they pretend to, but send Hotch to walk you to your car. Neither of you speaks, and he gives you your space, staying a few feet away.

“Thanks for making sure I made it here,” You murmur as you open the door to your car.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, glancing down at his feet before he looks at you again, “It’s no problem. I’m sorry about earlier, I know it was…intense.”

“It’s not your fault. We’re a lot, it’s just who we are.”

“Are you going to be alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. I’ll text in the group chat when I’m home,” You give him an encouraging smile.

His tongue runs over his bottom lip before he cracks a smile himself, “Okay.”

He watches as you climb into your car and give him a little wave before pulling away. He nods in response and waits until you turn off the street before going back inside.

Your mind feels like the snowy, fuzzy static that comes from a television with no signal on the entire drive home. As soon as you’re home you shoot out that text and get ready for bed but find yourself tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable. Your discussion with Hotch plays on a loop, over and over. His answer to one question in particular bounces around the barricades of your brain. In response to your question of is he’s ready he answered openly and honestly:

Not in the slightest, but I could be. For you. I could be.

For you. I could be.

What if you could be for him too? If he was so willing to try…couldn't you try too? For him?

In no time, you're dressed again and hopping into your car. It's only been a couple of hours since you were standing in the street together, and now you're knocking softly on his door. You know that he has a hard time sleeping, and Jack is spending the night at JJ’s after a night of joint begging with Henry. When he opens the door he doesn’t say anything, just reaches for you and pulls you in. He leads you to the kitchen and sits on a stool before letting you go, his wary and expectant.

“Are you okay?” He thrums his fingers on his knees, and you know that he's itching to touch you.

“No, but you get it don’t you?” Your voice is full of desperation and the need for him to grasp what you mean.

His expression softens, and he nods, “Yes, baby, I understand.”

You feel yourself crumble, not just because of his understanding but because of his blatant affection in calling you that. When was the last time someone called you that? Years. When was the last time you liked when someone called you that? Years and years.

“I don’t know what to say. There aren’t words…” You begin, but he shakes his head to stop you.

You both know that there are words. You still aren’t sure you’re ready to say them.

“I know.”

You take a tentative step towards him, raising your hand so that your fingertips trail over the back of his hand.

“I’ll catch you,” He murmurs, turning his hand so its palm up, and you know that you’ve never heard a sentence with more truth.

He moves his other hand to your hip, bringing you to stand between his legs. It’s taking restraint, to not just take you in his arms and kiss you until you’re both breathless. But he can tell that you’re dazed by the way you blink rapidly as the space between you becomes smaller and smaller. You swallow loudly as he laces his fingers with yours, his touch tender. He leans in, running his nose along yours, and your breathing hitches, your knees weakening.

He tightens his hold when he feels you sinking, “May I kiss you?”

You have to clear your throat to get the words out, “You can do whatever you want, Aaron.”

He takes it slow, making sure to maintain eye contact as he tilts his head and delicately presses his lips to yours. He lets you process and doesn’t move except to cup your cheek with one of his hands. You gasp against him and his mouth drops open allowing you access. The taste of him kicks your brain into gear, and you kiss him firmly, your hand breaking free from his to smooth up his chest and neck into his hair. You anchor him against you, knotting your fingers into his hair as you greedily kiss him. He rocks forward in surprise but plants his feet firmly to keep you both upright, kissing you back with equal fervor.

Nothing’s ever felt so right. And everything has changed. Kissing him has cleared the fog, and changed the lenses. Everything feels light and clear and put into place. Like puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. It feels like a daydream and you sigh when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. The rest of your resistance has fallen away, like leaves on a cold autumn day.

As you catch your breath, the words press against your closed lips, begging to be expelled. Finally ready to be said. “I love you,” You breathe.

His eyes pop open, and he leans back a fraction of an inch to get a good look at you, “I know, I love you too.”

While you can’t help but smile at the sentiment, some doubt echos in your voice, “How do we…”

“Hey, relax, it’s alright. I have to admit that I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out. We got this far didn’t we?”

“I guess we did.”

He cups your face with both of his hands, running one of his thumbs across your cheek, “I don’t plan on going anywhere, we’ve got time.”

“Yeah?” You ask, still looking for reassurance.

“Trust me?”

You search his eyes, and like before he looks sure, his eyes shining with confidence and love. There’s only one right answer, “Okay.”

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