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[sasarahsunshine]

K so I’m kinda into somnophilia and I kinda love the idea of alpha Hotch getting started while Reid is all soft and still asleep. He loves how easy Reid is to maneuver and how deep he sleeps. Then Reid waking up to his alpha slowly sliding inside of him from behind. Just the softest sleepy sex.

Okay so-- not get NSFW on main (even though we all know it's way too late for that lmao)-- but I kinda am too ;w; With consent of course! PSA from Mama Sarah: Always talk with your partners first when it comes to this sort of kink! Both parties must be 100% comfortable and consenting (while awake and sober) before making any decisions like this. (for those who don't know, somnophilia is the interest of having sex with a sleeping person- however, for me, I would want to be the one sleeping- kjadjhd ANYWAYS)--

I ended up writing an entire freaking smutty blurb SO here you go, Anon! LOL.

Warning: 18+, no minors allowed! This gets really NSFW so you've been warned. A/B/O elements. When I write Male Omegas they are almost always intersex, so Spencer has both sets of genitalia. Oral sex, sex while someone is sleeping (consensual), knotting mentioned, handjob. ENJOY!

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Aaron and Spencer have been together for a little while now, and they had this conversation before when Aaron was behind Spencer and they were both feeling warm and cozy, in that almost-sleep state from a long case. Aaron was nuzzling Spencer's neck and jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses behind, murmuring quiet praise and adoration to his Omega. "You did so well," he's practically rumbling, referring to their last case, "so intelligent, so strong, so sweet."

Spencer is pressing himself against Aaron, as if he's trying to be swallowed whole by his Alpha, wanting to be completely enveloped by him. He's purring, his hair a mess and eyes closed. And he's half-asleep, his body and mind exhausted from the last two weeks of non-stop work, when he hears Aaron's voice drop an octave, feels his fangs teasing his throat.

"I want to show you how beautiful and perfect you are," he's whispering, his voice becoming gravelly and rough. Spencer shivers, his shoulders growing tense and fingers twitching. He tilts his head back so Aaron has the space to suck on his exposed neck, letting out a breathy exhale the moment his Alphas teeth tempt their bonding mark. "I want to worship every inch of you," he continues, littering Spencer's pale skin with purple marks.

Spencer groans, his eyes fluttering open to glance back at his Alpha. He was beyond exhausted and his defenses were down. He didn't expect to be admitting this to Aaron anytime soon, but his words came out in a husky murmur, faster than his mind could keep up with in this state. "You can use me if I fall asleep."

Aaron paused, his hands having been sliding under Spencer's sleep shirt, feeling the toned and tense muscles of his stomach and chest. He cocked his head a little, just enough to meet his Omegas gaze. "Use you?"

Spencer nods, his eyelids slipping closed again as if they were too heavy to keep open. "Mmhmm. It's called Somnophilia," he yawns, the sentence pausing while he presses his back into Aaron. "Also known as Sleeping Beauty syndrome or Sleeping Princess syndrome. It's when someone gets sexually aroused by the idea of having sex with a sleeping person. There isn't really a term for someone who wants to be the recipient but," he yawns again, a small smile on his face, "I wouldn't mind."

Aaron has to take a moment to process this information, nosing along his Omegas neck before turning his head and making him look at him. "You're sure? Spencer, I don't want to hurt you or take advantage of you-"

"Alpha," Spencer murmurs, pressing his lips against Aaron's, the latter melting into the kiss all too easily. Spencer speaks again, his breath fanning across Aaron's lips, "I promise it's okay. I wouldn't bring it up if it wasn't."

Aaron nods slowly, placing a chaste kiss to the corner of Spencer's mouth before letting him rest. He keeps his arms wrapped around his Omega, his nose pressed into those wild curls, inhaling his sweet scent. He isn't too sure about worshipping, kissing, touching--fucking-- Spencer while he's asleep. He needs to think about it.

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It's only a few hours later--Three? Four?--when Aaron wakes up with his erection pressing into Spencer. He groans to himself and shifts, rocking his hips forward to cause friction.

Thus far in their relationship, he would have started kissing on Spencer to wake him, pressing feather-light kisses to his neck and jaw, then to his mouth. His chest would rumble when Spencer would awaken, reciprocating the kiss with a soft sigh and a smile.

But he was thinking about what Spencer had said earlier. And his Omega was beyond exhausted. He needs his sleep.

So, he sits up, hands on Spencer's sides to shift him with his stomach down. He takes a pillow and slowly adjusts the smaller Omega, able to prop up his hips to a decent height. Spencer continues to sleep, even as he's being moved and maneuvered.

Aaron wastes little time taking his own clothes off, but he moves very slowly with Spencer. His fingers are feather-light and gentle, caressing the skin that becomes exposed as he removes his mate's pants and boxers. He leans forward and places kisses on Spencer's hip then down to his outer thigh, inhaling the sweet scent of his Omega.

Like sugar and peaches.

Something about his touching, his caressing, must be causing an instinctual reaction in Spencer. He's surprised when he leans down to place a kiss on his inner thigh, for he smells slick. And God does that make his cock throb.

Fingers slide along the inside of Spencer's legs, pressing them apart so he can get the perfect view of everything his beautiful little Omega has to offer him. A flushed little cock--red and hard-- and a dripping cunt that is just begging to be filled.

Aaron's hands knead into the flesh of Spencer's thighs as he leans down to taste his slick. It's addicting, like pure sugar that sticks to his tongue and slides down his throat. Clear, slimy, and sopping wet as he presses his nose to the bottom of Spencer's cock, his mouth chasing that intoxicating flavor. He's hardly breathing-- but he would gladly never breathe again if it meant he could devour Spencer whole, just like this.

He feels Spencer shift a little, the softest sigh coming from the Omega when his tongue runs across the now-swollen lips of his slit. He pulls away--however reluctantly-- and glances up. He can feel the wetness of Spencer's slick drip from his lips down his chin.

Spencer is still sleeping. Somehow.

Aaron decides he can't ignore his own throbbing cock any longer, sitting up and pressing his Omega's legs apart just a little more. His gorgeous opening is glistening in the moonlight, lips parted and leaking slick. The Alpha almost cums just at the sight alone-- fuck Spencer is going to be the death of him.

He holds Spencer by the hips, lining himself up, and presses in.

The heat, the tightness, the pure perfect glide of his cock fully sheathing itself into his mate's cunt makes Aaron groan, his fingers digging into Spencer's hips. He has to take a moment to compose himself, or this will all be over before it's begun. And he wants this feeling to last.

After some seconds pass, he begins to roll his hips, getting used to the feeling of pure unadulterated bliss that is coursing through his veins. He leans down and starts kissing between Spencer's shoulder blades, his hands holding the Omega steady as he begins taking his pleasure.

The thrusts are slow, but they're deep, and he can feel just how deep he is in his bonded. One hand reaches around and caresses along Spencer's side, his chest, then his stomach. He holds his hand right below the Omega's navel, feeling the bump that forms with every thrust.

"Fuck," he mutters to himself as he rests his forehead on Spencer's back. Spencer is so small, so thin, that when Aaron has him at this angle he can always feel how far inside his Alpha cock can go. And Spencer, being the perfect Omega for him, was made to take it like a pro.

Aaron can feel sweat beginning to form on his forehead, his mouth hanging open as he pants, his thrusts getting quicker. They're still slow in comparison to how he usually takes his Omega, but he's slowly gaining speed.

It's when he hears the soft moan that escapes Spencer that he pauses, looking up to see his lover's mouth hanging open, eyes screwed shut, and fingers digging into the comforter.

"Don't... don't stop," Spencer gasps out, pressing himself back into Aaron. "Please, Alpha. Don't stop."

Aaron manages a small smile as he leans forward and kisses Spencer's shoulder. "As you wish, my Love."

With that, he picks up his thrusting once again, sitting up so he could have more power behind his movement, his hips rocking forward at just the right angle to make Spencer start gasping. Spencer's body begins to quiver a little, his shoulders shaking as he moans, little "ah ah ah's" escaping him with each connection of their hips.

Aaron reaches around again, this time taking the Omega's cock in his hand and pumping it along with his thrusts. Spencer's moans grow louder as his thighs shake, his body shuddering at the stimulation.

"A-a-alpha," he stutters, drool pooling on the pillow below his head, "Alpha please-"

"Shh," Aaron shushes him softly, leaning down so his chest is pressed against Spencer's back. He continues pleasuring him, his hand massaging and caressing Spencer's twitching cock. He kisses and mouths at his lover's neck, teasing the bonded mark with his teeth. "Just relax and let me take care of you, my Love. Just let yourself feel," he whispers.

Spencer whimpers and whines, his hips bucking into Aaron's hand. His Alpha thumbs over the head of his cock once, twice, three times before Spencer lets out a shout. His cum coats the comforter and Aaron's hand, coming out in short streams that make his whole body shake. All the while Aaron continues chasing his own orgasm, feeling his knot attempting to fill Spencer.

No, not tonight. He manages to keep his knot from popping inside, pulling far enough back that it won't catch inside of the Omega's cunt. Instead, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, in short and quick thrusts. It isn't long before he's cumming as well, groaning as he drops his forehead to Spencer's shoulder, hips stuttering and quivering as his knot tries to coat the insides of his Omega's womb. Spencer moans, almost obscenely, his body shaking as it accepts his Alpha's semen.

Aaron's panting when it's all over, his cock twitching as it softens and slips from Spencer. He can feel sweat dripping down the back of his neck and his sides, his hair damp with it. Spencer is also panting, eyes closed and body fully relaxed into the bed. Aaron glances up and places and kiss on his cheek, "Was that okay?" he asks, voice soft in the darkness of the bedroom.

Spencer smiles, cracking open an eye to look at his Alpha. "That was amazing. And something we should do more often. I quite like waking up with a strong and powerful Alpha inside of me, taking what's his."

Aaron groans and captures his mouth with his, nipping at Spencer's lower lip. "Watch it, or you might turn me on again."

Spencer hums into the kiss, exhaling softly, "I wouldn't mind," he mutters.

Aaron smiles and deepens the kiss, wondering how he got so lucky.

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okay so I did not edit this nor do I have a beta. I will go down with what I wrote lol.

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[sasarahsunshine]

Rossi being a father figure to Reid, but when Rossi finds out about Joy, Spencer thinks Rossi won't need him anymore because he has a "real kid".

Spencer and Rossi have been growing closer lately. Ever since Spencer was honest with him about his addiction, Rossi has taken the role of a protector - a parent, even - to Spencer, and it’s something he’s always wanted and needed. It turns out a surrogate son is something Rossi has always wanted and needed, too.

Everything seems to be going well, and then Joy shows up.

Spencer knows he should be happy for Rossi - and he is. A kid of his own - that’s a wonderful thing, a blessing for Rossi - and Spencer would never want to get in the way of their relationship.

So he starts to pull back.

At first, it’s a conscious effort to give Rossi space, but after a while it becomes second nature. He makes excuses as to why he can’t go over on the weekend, why he’s too busy to have dinner. He thinks he’s being helpful. He thinks he’s creating an opening that Joy will fill.

That’s why he’s surprised when Rossi confronts him.

“Can I talk to you?” he asks one afternoon at the office, and without waiting for a response, he grabs Spencer by the arm and drags him into a conference room, closing the door behind them.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asks.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Rossi counters.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“Really? Because you’ve canceled our last three dinners for what seems like no reason. I thought things were good between us. I was enjoying spending time with you. What happened?”

Spencer feels his cheeks burn, and he can’t believe Rossi didn’t realize what he was doing, didn’t realize that he was just trying to help.

“I didn’t want to get in the way of you and Joy,” he says quietly. “I didn’t want to be a bother, now that you have a real kid of your own. I guess I figured you didn’t need me anymore.”

Rossi’s face falls and he takes Spencer’s hand in his own.

“Bambino, no,” he says. “There’s no ‘real kid’. There’s no competition. I need both of you, in different ways, and I would never expect you to set our relationship aside just because Joy is in my life, now, too.”

“Really?” Spencer says hopefully.

“Really. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you better, and I don’t want that to stop.”

“I don’t want it to stop, either,” Spencer admits.

“Does that mean we’re good?” Rossi asks. “You’re coming for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah,” Spencer says, smiling. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

[sasarahsunshine]

"I know I'm younger as your lover"

When I found this song I was like "OMG THE VIBE'S LIKE THEM AHHHHHHH"

[sasarahsunshine]

I’m sorry to keep sending asks but every time you answer I fall more in love!

I’m just such a simp for pregnant Reid with protective Hotch especially if Reid was coming from a bad past so Aaron is like extra aggressive and dominant to help keep Spencer safe and calm.

So if you want to, thoughts on pregnant omega Spencer on the jet back home after a hard case? He really wants to be scented by his alpha but doesn’t want to appear too needy. And doesn’t want to make Hotch look “weak” in front of the team.

Dude please keep sending me asks about pregnant Reid! Something about him being so vulnerable is just precious and I love it ;u; And Hotch being a big loving mate is just aaahh my favorite <3

Bad cases are hard on everyone, but especially on hormonal Omegas who are still trying to navigate the changes in their bodies since they've learned of their pregnancy not that long ago.

Spencer and Aaron have always kept their professional relationship and personal relationship separate (when they could). Of course there were times where Spencer needed to calm his Alpha down during a case, or when Aaron needed to scent his Omega when LEO's were eyeing him up-- but those times were considered few and far between. Being around the team was different, since they knew of the relationship.

But the team didn't yet know about their tiny secret that was currently making Spencer feel so overly emotional. He was curled up on the couch, thin blanket draped over his lanky figure, and staring out the window. His shoulders were tense as he held back his tears, refusing to allow himself to fall apart in front of the team- in front of his Alpha.

They've never really cuddled on the jet before. Not that Spencer didn't want that, but because he was always very wary of how his Alpha might feel. His past Alpha always made a point to complain about his neediness. "Clingy. Alphas can't stand a clingy Omega."

But fuck, being pregnant just made those feelings so much worse. He wanted nothing more than to be held and gentled and scented and-

"Spencer?"

His eyes flickered up to see Aaron standing over him, the Alphas stance tense and expression concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Hmm? Nothing," Spencer replied a little too quickly, pulling his knees to his chest to make room on the couch. Aaron took the seat, leaving a small gap between the two of them.

"Not nothing. You've been distressed since we left the precinct," he paused before lowering his voice, giving them a semblance of privacy, "I can smell that you're upset. It's coming off of you in waves."

Spencer wasn't sure what it was- maybe the tone in Aaron's voice, maybe the way his eyes softened, the way his presence just naturally calmed the Omega- but before he knew it, his lower lip was trembling. He didn't even get the chance to try and explain himself before Aaron was crowding him into the corner of the couch, arms wrapping around him and pulling him into his lap.

And in seconds those floodgates opened, Spencer pressing his face into Aaron's neck to hide from the rest of the pack. He was so embarrassed for being like this- he had never cried from a bad case before. Not in front of the team, anyways. Stupid hormones, stupid emotions, stupid-

Aaron's fingers carded through his hair, softly scratching his scalp and tugging on the roots as he let out a gentle rumble, kissing the top of Spencer's head. The Omega hiccupped, clutching to Aaron's shirt as he felt himself calming down. The Alpha always knew how to gentle him.

Spencer's breath hitched when he felt Aaron nose along his neck, inhaling the scent there and kissing the skin. With a small shift, making sure to carefully pin the Omega against himself, he scented him. Spencer couldn't help the keen that escaped his throat.

His embarrassment was forgotten the moment Aaron reclaimed him in front of everyone. The rumbling that was coming from his Alpha was a reminder that he was protected and loved, and he couldn't hold back his responding purr as he settled against the safety and warmth of his bonded.

He barely noticed the soft glances from the rest of the pack as he fell into a half-awake state, nuzzled into the corner of the couch with his Alpha.

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Also whoops there's not a lot mentioned about his pregnancy here but I just wanted some fluff ;u;

[sasarahsunshine]

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[sasarahsunshine]

Hey, could I request omega Spencer loosing a long term pet and tuning to his alpha, Aaron, for care and comfort while he's giving.

Sorry, I know it's really specific, I'm loosing my dog and coping with it is hard.

TW: Pet death, grieving, Omegaverse, Alpha gentling his Omega at the end tho it's not smut, just soft <3

A/N: I hope you're doing better, hon. I struggled a little with writing this, mostly cause I wanted to use my own experience as a reference for Spencer's feelings. This also isn't as long as I wanted, but still longer than I expected, so it's a decent-ish blurb. I hope Aaron comforting Spencer helps to comfort you <3

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It wasn't as though he didn't expect it to happen. He knew that Einstein was getting old; older than the average age for cats, actually. But it was still a shock to wake up on that Saturday morning, to open the can of wet cat food that his picky, sassy, no-nonsense kitty always demanded of him, only to not hear those old paws pad their way across the tile floor of the kitchen. No demanding, scratchy meows. No quiet purrs that rumbled on his skin as Einstein rubbed himself against his leg impatiently for breakfast.

Spencer emptied the can onto Einstein's little plate (he had a flat face; a pure white Persian--more gray now-- that his mom just "found" one day while Spencer was at school. He never really cared to see where Einstein came from, his childhood having been very lonely up until that point, where now he had a friend to cuddle and spend time with), and called for the cranky old man (as Jack and Aaron liked to call him).

"Einstein? Here kitty." Spencer walked from the kitchen to the dining room, checking the chair that sat in the sun. No Einstein. He walked to the living room, checking the cat tower, the two different cat beds, and the space behind the bookshelf. No Einstein.

Slightly concerned now, wondering if he maybe got out somehow, Spencer went back to the bedroom and shook Aaron's shoulder, "Aaron? Aaron, I can't find Einstein."

The Alpha mumbled something under his breath, laying on his stomach with his arms under the pillow. Saturday's were the only day he allowed himself to sleep in, sans being on a case, of course.

"Aaron?"

Aaron cracked open an eye at the way Spencer's voice wavered, the scent of distressed Omega hitting his nose as he became more aware. He pushed himself sitting up, his back cracking in a few places, his shoulder popping, before he maneuvered his legs off the side of the bed. With a yawn, a shake of his head, he finally settled his eyes on his lovely mate--and frowned.

"Spencer? What's wrong, hon?"

Spencer's fingers tugged and pulled at the hem of his sleep-shirt (one of Aaron's old shirts), stretching the fabric more than it already was, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He could feel his own panic starting to bubble up through his body, a ball of anxiety settled in his stomach and pushing its way to his chest, to his throat, forming a lump that he couldn't swallow down.

"I-I can't find Einstein," he said again, quieter, voice wavering, "Wh-what if he got out? Aaron, he's so old, he couldn't survive outside! He's never had to fend for himself before! Oh, God, what if--"

Aaron was suddenly in front of him, one hand cradling the back of Spencer's head, thumb and forefinger pressing into those Omegan pressure points on the neck to help calm him. The other soothed over his rapidly beating heart as he shushed him, chuffing softly in a form of comfort, "Shh, Spencer, it's okay. I don't think Einstein got out. He's probably sleeping in the extra room. Have you checked there?"

Spencer shook his head, eyes watering, but his Alpha's presence and pressure helped him to relax. Within moments, his breathing evened out, the anxiety that had settled in the pit of his stomach feeling a little lighter--though not gone. He swallowed, managing to take a deep enough breath that Aaron felt he could let go.

"I'll help you look for him, okay?" Aaron said with a small smile. He loved how much Spencer cared for his cat, how he practically babied the grumpy old thing. Nobody could get away with holding him aside from Spencer, and if Einstein was in Spencer's lap, well, Aaron knew he wasn't allowed near. He had to schedule his own cuddle time with his Omega after the cat. He didn't mind--especially since it made Spencer laugh.

The two went to the guest room, only to find it empty of Einstein there too. Going back to the kitchen, Spencer's breathing a little too quick for Aaron's liking, brought them to a scene that Spencer will never forget.

Jack was standing by Einstein's food bowl, the cat in his arms, and he looked... sad. The little Alpha pup had watery eyes, his cheeks and nose red from fighting back tears, and his arms were so full of gray and white fluff. He looked up at his parents, lower lip wobbling, and whispered, "He doesn't wanna eat. He didn't wanna get up, either."

Spencer swallowed, gently taking Einstein from Jack--and for a moment, Aaron feared that his son had been holding a dead cat without knowing it--only to hear the old grumpy kitty let out a small meow. Aaron was relieved, but that feeling was short-lived.

Spencer held Einstein for a long moment, face pressed to the scruff of the cat's neck, inhaling his familiar scent, hand petting down his back softly, gently, and purred. Einstein was purring too, though very faint. Quiet.

He took an unsteady breath before looking up to meet Aaron's eyes, his own now tinted red as tears flowed freely down his cheeks.

Aaron sighed, his whole body rigid and tense. His job as Alpha was to protect his pack--his mate and his pup--but this wasn't something he could protect them from. This kind of heartbreak wasn't an enemy he could fight. He couldn't defend them from it, and his instincts were screaming at him. His inner Alpha demanded blood, demanded he hide his family away in their nest, cover them with his body and protect.

Instead, he made two phone calls. One to Jessica to please pick up Jack for a couple of days. And then to the vet.

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It happened much quicker than Spencer expected. Not that he knew what to expect; he had never had a pet before Einstein, and had never seen how any of this worked outside of TV shows or movies (which, it turns out, most of that is inaccurate).

Spencer had met Einstein when he was a tiny kitten, maybe 5-6 weeks old (Spencer decided Einstein's birthday was the same as his, October 28th, because it just fit the timeline better). Spencer had just turned 10, and now he was a few weeks away from turning 30, meaning Einstein lived to the ripe old age of 20--4 years longer than the average housecat.

The vet told them that he was sick, an auto-immune disorder that most cats get when they're around the age of 4-5 years. It's possible he's always had it, but it was dormant, or he was just healthy enough that nothing triggered it to act. Until now.

So, ultimately, it wasn't even old age that was killing his cat. But, because of his age, he couldn't take the medications he would need to fight off his own immune system to keep it from attacking him.

After 7 hours at the vet (tests, more tests, talking about options, too many tears shed, one more test), it was finally time to say goodbye.

Spencer sobbed, holding Einstein in his arms, petting his soft fur, sitting cross-legged on the floor with Aaron beside him, a hand rubbing up and down his back in an offer of comfort. The vet was sweet, made it easy, simple, and quick. One moment, Einstein was softly purring into Spencer's neck, and the next he was still, quiet.

Spencer handed him over with little fuss, wrapped in a blanket, and his cat--his first friend, his childhood pet, his furbaby--was taken away.

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It took 2 weeks to get his ashes back. Spencer printed out his favorite photo of Einstein, framed it in a wooden frame that said "True Love has Four Paws." On top of his dresser, he placed the ashes in a little metal tin that he found at the thrift store; it was once part of a jewelry box, he thinks, the sides the color of an off-cream with vintage drawings of little white cats. They aren't Persians, but that's okay. Next to the ashes is the framed photo, and dangling from the top corner of the photo is Einstein's baby blue collar (with his tag, the name "Einstein" engraved in a fancy script that Spencer picked out when he was 16, thinking the cat was too proper for anything else).

During those first two weeks, waiting on the ashes, Spencer was mostly silent. Work was easy, of course, his mind able to shut off and just focus on the paperwork before him. He would finish before everyone else (as usual) and then go into Aaron's office, laying down on the couch and staring at the wall.

Sometimes Aaron could hear his mate crying softly. When he did, he could cover him with his jacket, knowing the scent and the weight would calm him, before going back to his own paperwork.

He had tried to convince Spencer to take some time off, but the Omega refused to be home alone. He didn't like laying on the couch without the weight of Einstein on his chest. He didn't like being in the dining room without knowing his cat would be under his seat, begging for scraps. He didn't like taking a shower alone anymore either, because now Einstein wasn't sitting on the edge of the tub and daintily sticking his paw into the falling water--only to be angry if he got too wet from his vantage point.

But once the ashes arrived, things got a little easier.

Spencer would talk to them, sometimes. Sit at the desk in his room and quietly tell Einstein about his day. Even he thought it was a little weird, at first, to be talking to some ashes (he's very aware that the ashes aren't Einstein, not anymore, his soul having moved on to the "rainbow bridge" as some call it), but that didn't actually stop him.

And then a month passed. And then two. And he cried a little less, went a day or two without thinking about Einstein--but the thing about grief, about healing, is that it's not linear.

Three months after Einstein's last day, a Saturday, Spencer woke up earlier than Aaron (like every Saturday). He stretched, yawned, and walked to the kitchen. He turned on the coffee pot, turned on the radio to listen to the local news and weather, hummed along to some car commercial with a catchy jingle that somehow always got stuck in his head at the most inconvenient of times.

As he waited for the coffee to pour, he opened a can of cat food and pulled out a familiar plate, scrapping the "grilled salmon" out with a spoon and adding a small amount of water to it, to make it seem like there's more gravy than there really is--

and he freezes.

Spencer stares at the plate of wet cat food, the can and spoon still in his hands. His lower lip trembles as he takes a deep breath, moving slowly, deliberately, to throw the can, and the food, away. He washes the spoon, washes the plate, his eyes watering--but he does not cry. He puts the dishes away, forgets his coffee, and moves to the living room.

Only one of the cat trees remains. It was new, and Jack convinced him to keep it, "in case we get a new kitten someday." Spencer doesn't want a new kitten.

He collapses on the couch, long legs folded up so his knees are pulled to his chest, arms wrapped around his shins. He stares at that cat tree. He stares at it and imagines a new kitten playing on it, sleeping on it, hiding in the little hole, and popping out when Jack walks by.

He doesn't want a new kitten.

He wants Einstein.

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Aaron finds Spencer in the living room, crying quietly to himself on the couch, still in his pajamas, no coffee or breakfast in sight.

The Alpha doesn't even question it. He knows. He can feel the distress, the sadness, the emotions that surge through his mate. He just leans down, picks Spencer up carefully, and carries him back to their bedroom. But not to the bed; to the second closet.

Spencer and Aaron haven't spent any time in this little nest in a while, mostly due to work, partially due to the loss of Einstein, but Aaron hasn't stopped scent-marking it, just in case.

He lays his Omega down before closing the french-style doors, flicking on the dim overhead light. Along the walls are finely packed sheets and soft thin blankets, making for a thick and comfortable outer rim to the nest. While the inside is padded with quilts, comforters, one heated blanket, pillows, and a variety of older clothes that have all been scented and placed exactly where Spencer wants them.

The Omega whines, curling into himself and burying his damp face into the nest, inhaling all the mixed scents there. This is where he usually spends his heats with his Alpha, where the two come for comfort and reconnection--but Spencer hasn't had a heat in half a year due to stress.

Aaron maneuvers Spencer's body, lays him fully on his stomach, arms at his sides, and then covers him. This would be better if they were both undressed, but it will work for now. He tilts his Omega's head to the side, tucks his arms under Spencer's chest, cages Spencer's legs in with his thighs, and then starts rumbling. He noses at Spencer's wild curls, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the back of his neck, drags his fangs over the skin, scenting his mate thoroughly.

Spencer's little whines and choked sobs eventually fade into gentle, rhythmic breathing, his heartbeat in sync with his Alpha's. He feels Aaron's large hand resting right over his heart, fingertips pressing lightly into the skin with every beat of his heart, keeping the time. He can physically feel his grief fading away, like a darkness that had welled within his lungs slowly being replaced with the light of Aaron's gentling--of his love and affection.

In their nest time has no meaning. Not when they're sharing Spencer's heat or Aaron's rut, not when they just need time alone, and not now. They could have been lying here for minutes, hours, or days, Spencer doesn't know. What he does know, is that soon his body is fully relaxed, so in-tune with his Alpha, feeling protected and safe. And he starts purring.

Eventually, Aaron has them laying on their sides, Spencer's back to his chest, his chin on Spencer's shoulder, nuzzling into the scar of the mating bite he left on his Omega all those years ago. He kisses it, kisses up his jaw, and then kisses the corner of his mouth, "I love you, Spencer. And Einstein loved you too, so much. He knew that you loved him, and he knows that you miss him. You've been doing so well, and I'm so proud of you."

Spencer hums, his eyes closed, fingers interlocked with Aaron's over his stomach. He tilts his head back a little, a silent question for more kisses--which Aaron gladly gives. Still rumbling, still purring, their combined sounds a silent vibration in the stillness of their nest. Aaron kisses away the tears, the dampness on his Omega's cheeks, and he whispers, "Would you like to tell me a story about Einstein?"

Spencer finds himself smiling a little, a soft huff of laughter escaping his chest. He settles further into Aaron's arms, mumbling, "You know them all already."

"Tell me anyway."

The Omega cracks open his red-rimmed eyes, peering over his shoulder at his Alpha, getting a chaste kiss for his effort. His smile grows a little, lips curled up as memories upon memories fill his mind's eye of the 20 years he spent with Einstein.

"Alright," he says slowly, turning onto his back, tangling his legs with Aaron's, settling his head back on one of Jack's old soccer shirts. He blinks slowly, earning a chuff from Aaron who noses at his temple, scenting and kissing wherever he can reach while Spencer starts on his story.

"Did I tell you about the time he was trapped in the dryer all night?"

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But unfortunately for you, I am not a five-foot tall, hundred-pound girl. All your life you’ve gone after victims who couldn’t fight back, and the rest of the time you spent looking over your shoulder, worried about the knock on the door, scared that somebody like me would be on the other side waiting to put you away.  At your core, you’re a coward.

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AARON HOTCHNER in 10x13 “NELSON’S SPARROW.”

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My Hotchreid heart <3

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Hotch is secretly an amazing cook, he just never has time to make big extravigent meals like he loves to. So the whole team has come to think that he only eats microwave meals or any leftovers Jessica saves for him when they're home (this is further "proven" to them since he either doesn't eat anything while on cases, or he has some leftovers in tupperware that he'll reheat in the mircrowave in the hotel--or he eats at whatever restaurant they all decide on for dinner).

But one day someone drops by his apartment for something, hearing him shout, "Come in!" from inside. Once they enter, the whole place smells amazing, and they find him in the kitchen with Jack (who is "helping" by stirring something in a bowl that probably doesn't actually need to be stirred). Hotch greets them and offers a plate for them to take home, "since I always make too much."

This news spreads like wildfire through the team, especially after they all taste his food, and it's wonderful. Even Rossi agrees that it's the best he's ever had (aside from his own homecooked meals, of course).

Soon enough this turns into Hotch bringing leftovers for the rest of the team, because again, he always "makes too much." And then eventually the team starts planning dinner-night at Hotch's. And while he's cooking over the stove, Rossi leaning against the counter and offering "advice," (making Hotch roll his eyes with a smile), he can hear laughter from the living room, followed by some giggles from Jack and Henry as they run past ("No running!" JJ shouts from the other room). And when he sets the table, pouring wine for the adults and milk for the kids, Hotch can't help how full his heart feels. How these people, his friends--his family--are all gathered together in his home, eating his food, making wonderful memories and remembering to enjoy life after the horrors they see every day.

Penelope takes some photos and prints them for him. He puts on one his desk besides his photo of Haley and Jack, where the team is all laughing and smiling. Even Hotch.

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Yeah ❤️

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Drawing in 2022 that I found.

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Not me having thots about Hotch having super detailed and intricate tattoos that cover both of his arms and connect to each over over his shoulder blades/back. They stop a little below his elbows, so they're super easy to hide under his suits (even when he rolls his sleeves up a little).

But then the team are called in for an emergency case. There's no time to change into proper clothes--they have to grab their go-bags and meet at the jet. And he's walking on in a dark blue button-up, the top two buttons open, the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and black jeans. And everyone is staring at him.

For a moment he's puzzled, setting his bag down under his seat before his eyes widen in realization. He let's out an exasperated sigh before sitting down, already feeling the headache coming on from the questions that are sure to bombard him. And, of course, they do. Mostly from Derek and Penelope, actually.

Derek is shocked. "Hotch, man, I didn't know you had ink! How long have we known each other?"

Penelope is practically vibrating in her seat (she's coming with, her own outfit a bit eccentric for a case), "Oh my goodness! What do they mean? How many do you have? Wait, can I have a closer look?"

The only people who are silent throughout the whole ride are Rossi and Reid. Rossi because he already knew about the tattoos, and he's mostly just shooting Hotch an amused look from over his file.

Reid, however... Reid is speechless. Eyes tracing over every bit of exposed skin, trying to map what might be hidden underneath the shirt. Trying to piece together the puzzle of black ink that permanently marks Hotch's skin, wondering what it all means. He doesn't notice that Hotch catches him staring (more than once), nor does he realize how his face has flushed a pretty rosy red the longer he imagines how far those tattoos go along Hotch's back. Do they curl over his ribs? Do they go down his hips, his thighs?

His fingers twitch. The urge to trace along those thick lines, to feel every inch of skin that is marked forever by an artist who spent hours (days? weeks?) laboring over their work, perfecting every little detail--it makes his skin tingle.

And then they're landing in Colorado, and Reid has no clue what their case is about, blinking back his embarrassment for having not paid any attention to his team whatsoever. He swallows, adjusting his satchel over his crotch as he walks out after Emily. Thankfully he can read over the case on the way to the precinct. Unless he ends up riding with Hotch--because he isn't too sure his imagination will let him focus otherwise.

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One trope I adore is going undercover as a couple. So like maybe they’re on a case where Alpha and Omega pairs are being killed and Hotch and Reid fit the victimology best so they start frequenting the clubs that the couples are being taken from and acting as if they’re together and they have to go full out like in each other’s space, kissing, just being generally affectionate with each other cuz apparently the victims were all heavy on the PDA. So before they start, Hotch wants to make sure Reid is comfortable so they have to practice beforehand and it’s just supposed to be for the case but then oops feelings happen.

This is such a good trope! I freaking love when things get carried a little too far while undercover, because the feelings get involved when they're only supposed to be acting.

Alpha Hotch with his arm around Omega Reid, using his own pheromones to calm the nervous Omega (Reid doesn't do well in clubs; it's loud, there's too many people, the lights are intense, etc.). In order for the calming to work though, Reid presses his face into the crook of Hotch's neck, inhaling the heavy scent of strong Alpha. Derek or Emily are in their ears, telling them they need to start acting like an actual couple if they want to catch the Unsubs attention.

So Reid hesitantly kisses the heated skin where he was already nosing, and he hears Hotch's breath hitch. But the Alpha makes no move to stop him, so he continues, slowly moving up along his jaw, then the corner of his lips. Hotch takes charge then, capturing Reid in a rather heated kiss that knocks the breath from his lungs. It's so intense, dizzying, electrifying to have such a powerful Alpha pressing him against the wall, caged in, trapped. He completely forgets that they're supposed to be acting.

Yeah, this is my shit.

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Frog Reid, thoughts on it?

Pfft, this made me giggle.

Are you suggesting this boy is NOT a frog already?

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Sometimes I think about Hotch and Reid getting home from a long day at the office and Reid pushing Hotch up against the door and giving him a very aggressive and enthusiastic blowjob. I HC that Reid absolutely loves to go down on Hotch, he loves the intimacy of oral sex.

Anon, anon, anon: Thank you. You have given me the greatest message I could have received today 🙏🏻

Spencer attacking Aaron with kisses, up and down his jaw, his neck, leaving him breathless and confused—but not complaining. Spencer’s dexterous hands already undoing Aaron’s belt buckle before he can even register what’s happening, the younger man dropping to his knees and pulling Aaron’s pants down with him. If Aaron isn’t quite hard yet (which, come on, we know he would be), then Spencer strokes him and touches him until he is, his lips brushing the tip to make him twitch and groan.

Then he devours him.

Aaron doesn’t stand a chance, head thrown back against the door, filthy words and praise tumbling out of his mouth as his large hands find those soft curls on Spencer’s head, threading through them and holding on for the ride of his life. Spencer just hums and moans; kissing, licking, mouthing, sucking, swallowing— he’s messy and he doesn’t care. His only goal is to make Aaron feel good.

Sometimes he might stroke himself through his own slacks while blowing Aaron, but most of the time he doesn’t really need to. Tasting Aaron’s climax as he cums down his throat—deep guttural groans and curses, heavy breathing, thighs shaking and stomach muscles tensing— is usually enough for Spencer’s release to find him soon afterward, his own body trembling through it as he holds out his tongue and strokes every last drop from Aaron’s cock.

His face is red, tear streaks down his cheeks, drool and some missed cum dribbling down his chin, stings of saliva connecting his lips to the top of Aaron’s still twitching cock. His eyes are watering, his hair messy, sweat making some stick to his forehead, but dear God he’s the most gorgeous man Aaron has ever seen. And if he doesn’t pull Spencer to his feet and kiss the life out of him right now he might explode.

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