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Oh my GOOODDD if i were her I would have been red in the face đ
cheeky cheeky Mr. Hotchner, đ
Parent-Teacher Conference - A.H
a/n: inspired by the show the nanny! major lover of mr sheffield and fran fine
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pairings: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader
summary: you are not happy with jack's teacher flirting with your boss
warnings: hotch staring at your ass!, jealous reader, flirty reader, would prob def get a complaint against her in the real world, but alas!
wc: 0.8k
I'm terribly sorry, but my cat died before I got here.
I actually was in a car wreck on the way. I know I look fine, but it was super traumatic.
Mr. Hotchner you look so good today! Me? Late! Never.
These were the series of apologies and excuses that you were rehearsing in your mind as you navigated your way through the school hallway. In your defense, your tardiness to the parent-teacher conference wasn't without reason. Jack's newfound rebellious phase had him ruining your pantyhose with deliberate runs. He found it hilarious. You found it anything but.
You mentally prepared for that all-too-familiar, intimidating glare from Mr. Hotchner, the kind that could make you feel like you were plummeting from a cliff. Not only were you running late, but you also anticipated a less-than-glowing report from Ms. Thompson about Jack's recent antics. And in the back of your mind, a nagging voice whispered that Mr. Hotchner would somehow find a way to blame you.
"Oh, Aaron, you're something else!"Â
You stopped dead in your tracks, gaze locked on the scene unfolding before you. Ms. Thompson's voice took on a higher pitch, full of animation, her elbows subtly drawing her tits together, leaning into Mr. Hotchner's space with an ease that bordered on disrespectful. At least in your eyes.
Aaron? The casual use of Mr. Hotchner's first name sent your mood from sour to downright acrid. You strode into the classroom, inching your skirt higher and affixing a practiced, beaming smile to your face. It was all charm and no sincerity.
"So sorry I was late," you began, allowing a gentle sway in your step as you glided into the room, your heels clicking a measured tempo against the linoleum floor. You mustered all your willpower to not shoot daggers at the blonde headed teacher. "I didn't miss anything did I?"
As you stepped into view, both Ms. Thompson and Mr. Hotchner turned their eyes to you. Ms. Thompson's showed a flicker of surprise, while Mr. Hotchner's were like slits, scrutinizing. But even his discipline gaze dipped, albeit briefly, to the curve where your skirt ended.Â
"Oh, I... I didn't realize you were married, Mr. Hotchner," she mumbled, her hands fumbling gracelessly with the papers on the desk, her lips pinched in a straight line.
You could nearly hear the thoughts churning in Mr. Hotchner's head as his lips parted to correct her. Hastily, you cut in, "An innocent mistake, I'm sure."
He raised an eyebrow, a wordless question hanging in the air. Ignoring it, you flashed a saccharine smile and took the seat by his side, linking your arm with his. His muscles tensed, a reaction that almost coaxed a giggle from you.
It was all too easy to get a rise out of him.
"My wife, the epitome of timeliness,"Mr. Hotchner states dryly, his grip of your arm tightening just a tad more than called for.Â
To your astonishment, the remainder of the conference proceeded seamlessly from that point on. Ms. Thompson restrained herself, both in wardrobe and word, and unexpectedly showered Jack with praise.
Exiting the classroom alongside Mr. Hotchner, you noticed he paused just long enough to ensure Ms. Thompson was out of ear shot. That's when you felt the squeeze of his hand on your side, coming to rest on the curve of your lower back, the pressure didn't move even as you found yourselves alone in the hallway--and you were far from objecting.
"Really?"
Your shoulders rose and fell in a pretense of innocence, well aware that his perceptive eyes weren't fooled. You tilted into his shoulder, doing a mental victory dance when he made no move to distance himself.
"What?" you asked, clutching your purse tighter against your side as you paced forward. "I was just helping you out. She looked like she was about to jump your bones at any second."
Mr. Hotchner's face was unamused, per usual. "Your generosity knows no bounds."
"Right?" You were aware of his sarcasm, but that didn't deter you. Your shoulders bumped together as you made it to the exit. "Consider yourself lucky."
An eye roll was his immediate response, but you could almost sense the smile he was staunchly holding back. He would never admit it.
"Yes, how could I ever manage without you?"
He paused to open the door for you, following behind as you stepped outside. You squinted against the sun's harsh kiss before giving him a teasing wink over your shoulder. He looked really good in the sunlight. He could use more of it.
"You wouldn't."
You caught his eyes lingering not on your face, but lower--fixated on your skirt, more specifically your ass. You raised your brows in question.Â
"I think you sat in something."
You let out a startled gasp, hands flying to the material of your skirt. It was your favorite. "What? Where?"
His hands found their way to your waist, gently pivoting you for a better view, while your eyes settled on the stretch of road before you. "Oh, nope, my mistake. Looking good."
Your laughter spilled out uncontrollably, realizing just what he was doing. Cheeky man. And completely out of character, but you liked it. "Mr. Hotchner!"
 "I take my role as husband very seriously."
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begging for nanny!reader x hotch
aka aaron discovers reader is going on a date, our man gets a bit mean and jealous, things get a bit steamy and it ends with him begging reader not to gođđ
right now
đ¤ cw; fem nanny!reader, jealous and some possessive!aaron đľâđŤ, slight bratty reader?, heavy suggestion - minors dni wc; 1.2k
"Homework is done. Soccer bag is packed for tomorrow, but uniform is finishing up in the dryer now." You relayed everything on your internal to-do list, mentally checking off each box. "Oh, he has a permission slip for a class trip in his folder that needs signing. I reminded Jack to remind you, but just so you're aware, too. He's eating at his friend's, so you don't have to worry about dinner."
Aaron nodded along to your instructions. You looked throughout the kitchen, as if something would pounce out and remind you of something you'd potentially forgotten.
When nothing availed, "Okay, that should cover it."
"You're amazing, per usual." Aaron complimented, exhaling an at-eased breath. He glanced around the clean apartment, before discreetly admiring you. "I can't tell you how nice it is knowing things are taken care of here. I'm able to come home and breathe. Jack adores you. Seriously, what would we do without you?"
You blushed at his praise, warmth sweeping through you. "Happy to help."
"How was he today?" He asked, swiftly grabbing the mail from the table, beginning to poke through it.
"Perfect. Per usual." You shared, tossing Aaron a grin. Jack made your job tremendously easy - he was cooperative, kind mannered, overall the sweetest kid. "Although, I did have to remind him to stop leaving his shoes in the middle of the entryway." You added jokingly, as if it could be an inconvenience.
Aaron chuckled. His eyes squinted humorously as he quipped in return, "I'll have a chat with him."
Your smile lingered, fading away gradually as you began packing yourself up. "And thanks for relieving me early. I know how busy you are, so I really do appreciate it."
Nervousness pumped through your veins at the thought of your evening plans. You've been in the Hotchners' lives for a few months now, so casually discussing your plans should've come naturally, easily, but it didn't. Not with all things considered.
"No problem, happy to accommodate. You deserve to relax too." His eyebrows furrowed, tossing aside unimportant, junk mail. "If you don't mind me asking, what're you up to tonight?"
"I, um," Your gaze dropped, grabbing ahold of your bag. Your cheeks flushed, suddenly feeling very guilty. You took your time answering, "I have a date, actually."
He stopped stifling through the mail at once, his gaze lifting. "A date?"
"Yeah." You continued to pack up, throwing your bag over your shoulder and avoiding his eyes altogether. "A date."
"With who?" Aaron's words were harsher than he anticipated, causing you to freeze this time. He didn't like the concept of you seeing someone, not a bit.
Your eyes finally met his - his hardened stare. The expression awakened something in you, and you reciprocated back, your words equally as blunt. "Nobody you know."
You've never witnessed Aaron like this, and likewise, it brought something out in you as well; a newfound attitude. You wanted to disobey, solely to see how he reacted. He clearly wasn't happy, and you were entranced to find out more; curious as to what he would do, and hoping it was what you had in mind.
Aaron stood there rigidly, silently seething. The atmosphere had changed completely. No longer was it a light, witty one - but filled with the utmost tension.
"Well, thanks again-" Your hand found the doorknob, pulling the door open a few inches. You didn't make it far; Aaron's hand found the door above your head, pushing it shut.
"What's he like?"
You always caught whiffs of Aaron's cologne all throughout the apartment, whether he was in the residence or not. It was spicy, yet subtly sweet; suitable for him.
But now with his close proximity, mumbling into your ear, it was dizzying. You couldn't think straight even if you tried. You turned, coming face to face with his chest. His button-up was stretched tight against his torso, adding to the illusion of the strong muscle he possessed underneath. His arm had also stayed put, to the right of your temple.
You were caged in, and not complaining.
It had a notable effect it had on you. You wanted to be all consumed by him; you needed him to take charge, and you'd willingly allow it.
Your back met the door, as well as your head as you gazed up at him. You were lost with words, your heart thumping wildly in your chest, restricting any normal breathing.
"What's he like?" He repeated, urging you to answer. While his voice remained taut, it was joined by a condensing tone. As if he knew better. Knew you better, and you weren't the one to object.
Needless to say, he was enjoying this: making you noticeably squirm, and the fact it didn't take much to do so.
Your breath hitched, going fuzzy at the edges. "I don't know. A friend set us up."
"I think you should cancel it."
"Excuse me?'
"By all means, you can go. Only," His eyes flicked up and down your body, slotting a thigh between your legs. "What you're exhibiting tells me you'd rather not."
You resisted the urge to grind down on his leg, attempting to remain as neutral as possible. "Are you profiling me?"
"Maybe." Aaron smirked softly. His eyes were dark, a deep contrast to the glow you had witnessed earlier. "Maybe I have been for a while."
"Okay." You challenged him, forcing yourself to speak up. With an arch of your eyebrow, "What have you noticed?"
A delightful little laugh escaped him. As stern as he was portraying, there was still a gentleness to him. "You want me to touch you right now."
"What?" You squeaked out. He wasn't wrong.
"Don't interrupt. Let me finish." He leaned in closer, his hands itching to make contact with your waist - to firmly hold you - to dig his fingertips just enough into your hips to leave marks. "I see the way you look at me. I always have. Similar to now, only your pupils are dilated. Your breath has picked up so dramatically, it's almost amusing."
You remained silent, holding your gaze, while he continued.
"This is the closest we've ever been to each other, and by no means are you trying to move away. You have the space to." He relaxed his stance, to emphasize his point. "You're in no hurry."
You bit your lip, resisting the urge to squirm. You were getting worked up, arousal pooling in you - it didn't help with your need for friction.
"I haven't done anything yet, and just look at you."
A soft whimper left you as you forced your posture to straighten, slowly perching up on your tiptoes. Your lip ached to meet his. The gap between the two of you was maddening; you needed him on you, you on him, you didn't care. As long as the contact was there.
"Do you want me to? I need a yes, sweetheart." He inched closer, his lips dangerously close, centimeters apart.
And with that, you succumbed to him completely, scrambling to throw your arms over his neck and pulling his body to yours.
"Yes."
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Eat Your Young pt.1
Part Two | Masterlist
It was a blessing when you were offered a job to look after a kid named Jack. He is a good oneâ smart, funny, a little cheeky but obeys you nonetheless. His father was all the sameâ Mr. Hotchner. He pays really well and on time, and made sure that after his arrival from Pakistan, you finally learn to accept your hidden desires.
Pairing: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader
Theme: smut heaven
Contents: age gap, oral fixation, oral (f) receiving, cum play, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, unprotected, rough sex, dom!aaron, daddy kink, powerplay: boss/employee dynamic, pussy-eater bearded aaron.
You were supposed to find Jack in ten minutes.Â
Ten minutes maximum, you told yourself. That is the only reason why you confidently agreed to play hide and seek with that hyperactive, sugar-high of a child. Just ten minutes.
Now you couldnât breathe in panic.
âJack!â your trembling voice echoed down the hallway as you peered through rooms you had ransacked just three minutes ago. âJack, please. Where are you, honey?â
Nothing.
The heavy sound of your frantic steps pierced the silence as you bolted downstairs, feeling even more lightheaded as the gnawing anxiety grew harshly and clawed at your insides. The silence reverberating through every corner of the house felt extremely taunting. Yet, with the rush of worry you feel for the kid, you couldnât bring yourself to think of anything else.
Your chest hurts, your mind racing with every horrid scenario, each thud echoing in your ears as you rush to the kitchen. Shortly after you were hired and joined their little family, Jessica told you everything she felt you needed to be aware of. And you knew what Jack had to go through as a kid. He and his father had gone through terrible things you werenât even sure it was possible to handle.
Warm tears now flooded your eyes as you desperately scanned every nook and crannyâ he was not under the table, not inside the empty kitchen cabinet, nor behind the dining room curtains.
âJack Hotchner!â you tried keeping the tremor out of your voice, making yourself sound assertive and annoyed as an attempt to scare him, yet your panic still found a way to lace at each word. âThis isnât funny anymore, Jack! Iâm telling your dad!âÂ
You darted to the living room, ripping aside the couch cushions and peeking behind and under every piece of furniture. Now your breath comes in shallow gasps. With each movement, the very memory of his mischievous giggle haunted you, ringing inside your brain.
When you realized the kid wasnât there, you sprinted again upstairs, taking two steps at a time. Your mind continuously raced with possibilities. Did he sneak out? Is he hiding in the attic? The basement? Jesus Christ, did you even lock the front door?
You throw open the closet in the hallway, pushing aside winter coats and a pile of boxes. âJack! Iâm serious! Come out!âÂ
Desperation edged even closer.
The bathroom door swung open with a creak as you pushed through the room. But to your horror, it was all empty, too.
You staggered back to his bedroom with quick steps. Your very last hope. You flung open the toy chest, rummaging through the chaos of plastic dinosaurs, action figures, and Lego blocks. Still nothing. It didnât even cross your mind that a kid as old as Jack wouldnât fit in a small wooden toy box; your mind was too frantic to think logically.
âJack! Where are you?â you dropped to your knees, peering under his bed, your vision blurring with unshed tears. âPlease, Jack, come out!âÂ
You stood by the window and started biting on your nailsâ a habit you developed when youâre too anxious to function. You clutched your phone tightly as you hugged yourself, fingers trembling, contemplating to finally dial for help. From the window you observed that the garden looked empty as always, the back shed had always been locked, and you couldnât see anyone behind the bushesâ Jack was nowhere to be found.Â
The dread is almost paralyzing, a heavy weight pressing firmly on your chest.
And just as you made up your mind to go outside and check properly, your phone vibrated on your hand. Blood drained on your face as you glanced at the screen and read the familiar name on the callerâs I.D.
Mr. Hotchner.
Jackâs father. Your employerâ who also happens to be a big shot FBI agent. If he learned that you lost his son in a hide-and-seek game, no matter how warmhearted, accommodating, and considerate that man is of your needs and well-being, you get this nagging feeling that you might end up floating on a river somewhere with no leads of any kind or prime suspect to consider.
You rubbed your eyes as you accepted the call, your doom at the same time. âH-hello?â
âHey,â Aaronâs voice crackles through the line, distant yet filled with warmth. âJust wanted to check in. Howâs Jack doing?â
Your throat tightened as you listened.Â
âMr. HotchnerâŚâ
âYes?â
âMr. HotchnerâŚâ your fingers gripped the phone tightly as you let out a strangled sob. âI... I canât find Jack. Weâ we were playing hide and seek, and now heâs gone. Iâve looked everywhere,â warm tears flowed down your cheeks as you continued, your voice trembling. âIâm sorry. Iâve been l-looking⌠I swear. Iâm really sorry.â
Thereâs a moment of silence on the other end, and you can almost hear Aaronâs heartbeat sync with your frantic pulse. You braced for the incoming screams, expecting him to ridicule your incompetence. After all, youâve always thought of Mr. Hotchner as someone who never hesitates to pinpoint someoneâs inefficiency. Maybe today youâll have enough luck to prove your theory.
But in a calm voice, Aaron Hotchner said softly instead, âAlright, I need you to stay calm for me, sweetheart. Are you sure you checked everywhere?â
âY-yes, sir,â you sniffed quietly in relief, rubbing your nose and the tears streaming down your face. âEverywhere. The cabinets, the cupboards, h-his toy boxâŚâ
A brief silence fell with that, and you bit your lip in embarrassment. âHis toy box? You donât suppose heâs gonna fit in there, do you?â Aaron sounded like he was trying not to laugh. What a silly, little girl.
âT-thatâs not the point, sir!â
âDid you check the front door? Is the back door locked?â
âYes. I always make sure to lock it.â
âHave you checked my office then?â
âN-noâŚâ you drawled in confusion, frowning as you went back to biting the edge of your nail. âShould I?â
What kind of question is that? Why would you even go there? Thatâs the only room in his house that you donât welcome yourself. Mr. Hotchner may have never told you so but youâre fully aware of all the confidential documents heâs storing inside. You canât afford to be thrown in jail for obstructing a case because you have mistaken a case file as trash and thrown it out.
âItâs worth a look. Jack likes playing in there when Iâm working,â Aaronâs tone suddenly shifted, his voice turning quiet as he started with his order. âThereâs a wooden crate beside my desk, check that first.â
You hesitated. âBut, I donââ
âJust check, sweetheart, please,â Aaron interrupted, gently but firmly as always. âI trust you.â
The sincerity in his words cut through your anxiety. Aaron trusts you. So you took a deep breath and nodded to yourself before stepping out of his sonâs room.
âJack, you really scared her. You know youâre supposed to come out when youâre called, right?â Aaronâs firm voice filled the kitchen moments later.
Jack glanced at you as if feigning confusion. As you know him well, he was obviously thrilled with the chaos he caused. You sat beside him at the kitchen table, eyeing the little devil while you prepare your own food, listening to his fatherâs reprimand. Jackâs legs swung back and forth under the table, excitedly munching on a sandwich wrap you made for his lunch.
âI was just hiding, Dad. Itâs hide and seek, thatâs what Iâm supposed to do.â Jackâs small brows furrowed like his fatherâs as he looked down at his plate.
âYes, I know, buddy,â A soft sigh rang audible through the line. âBut itâs just a game, you canât hide so well that no one can find you. Itâs important to keep everyone safe, especially when Iâm not there.â
Jackâs lower lip jutted out even further. âBut thatâs the point of the game, Dad. Players need to hide well.â
âYes, buddy, but what Iâm saying isâŚâ Aaron sighed again, struggling to weave a perfect explanation for his son. âEverything fun should be done in moderation. You scared her, and me, because we thought something bad happened to you.â
âIâm sorry, Dad.â
âThank you, buddy, but I donât think Iâm the one you should be apologizing to. You made her worry.â
âI...â Jack stopped chewing, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. âIâm sorry, I just wanted to win.â
The scolding seemed to have hit its mark, and you reached over, ruffling the little guyâs hair. âItâs okay, honey. Just donât hide so well next time, alright?â
Jack stared at you and nodded solemnly, but then his pout deepened. âDad grew his beard. I donât like it.â
You suppressed a smile, glancing at the phone where you could see Aaronâs face on the screen. Despite the grainy connection, you can see the dark shadow of a beard on his jawline.Â
Aaron chuckled at what he heard, the sound of his deep voice humorous. âI had to, buddy. Itâs hard to shave here every day.â
Jack shrugged as he took a big bite of his food. âYou look like a bear.â
âWhat?!â Aaron said incredulously.
âYou should shave, Dad. Weâre gonna look like Masha and the Bear when you come home.â
You bit your lip to hold back a laugh, shaking your head.
Only if you were asked, youâd say how the full beard really absolutely suited Aaron. Now he looked ruggedâ a stark contrast to his usually neat and well-kept appearance. Regardless, he seemed to look even more handsome and manly. And God, he looks so fucking hot he should be put behind the bar.
But well, itâs a good thing no one bothered asking your opinion; how are you supposed to answer in front of a kid, anyway? Â
Youâve always admired this man, thatâs for sure. He and his neatly ironed suits, clean-cut hair, and authoritative nature had always been an incredible sight to look atâ but this new look?
This.
This makes you think of lewd things in broad daylight.
âWell, buddy your best friend doesnât seem to mind it,â Aaron caught your eye through the screen, a small smile playing on his lips.Â
Crimson red dusted on your cheeks with the teasing, but you managed to smile back. âUhuh, itâs not so bad, Jack. Maybe youâll get used to it.â
Jack scrunched his nose but didnât argue any further. Instead, he picked up his sandwich again and took a big bite. You shook your head in amusement, holding Aaronâs gaze on the screen briefly before you had to look away because...
That damn fucking beard.
âAlright, I also have to grab some dinner now,â Aaron said after a few beats of silence. âJack, be good for her, okay? She might run away if you continue scaring her. We donât want that, do we?â
Jack nodded, still chewing. âOkay, Dad. No more.â
âI love you, buddy.â
âI love you, too, Dad.â
âAnd you,â Aaronâs voice softened even more as he addressed you, a soft crinkle present in his eyes. âThank you. For everything.â
You could only nod, and smile, and look away as your heart pounded against your chest. âNo worries. Keep safe, Mr. Hotchner.â
He gave you one last look, his eyes filled with warmth and something you couldnât decipher, before the call disconnected. With a sigh, you looked back at Jack, who was already reaching for a second sandwich wrap, mumbling about how his father would soon end up like Hagrid.
The soft click echoed in the quiet house as you closed the door behind you. You slipped off your high heels, groaning and wincing in pain, before dropping your keys into the bowl on the console table. The house feels emptier than usual, with Jack spending the night at his Aunt Jessicaâs. It was a setup that she and Aaron agreed on before; to let Jack stay overnight every Friday and go home by the afternoon the next day.
As you make your way down the hallway, it doesnât escape your notice that the kitchen lights are open. You werenât expecting anyone to be home, not at this late hour anyway, and the sight stopped you in your tracks. Burglar was your first thought.
So naturally, you took several tentative steps closer, peeking around the corner.
Surprise flickered across Aaronâs features as he noticed you, quickly masking it with a strained smile. He was standing by the kitchen island, a half-finished bottle of brandy open.
âHey,â he greeted, his voice rougher than how you remembered months ago, âI didnât know youâd be back so soon.â
âI should say the same to you.â
You had no idea heâs coming home today. His travel-worn face was illuminated by the warm kitchen light; a glass of amber liquid swirls in the rock glass in his hand. While his eyes were shadowed with something unreadable, never leaving yours.Â
You manage a small smile in return, though it feels heavy. âBut yeah, the date ended earlier than expected.â
Not just the date but your entire evening hadnât gone as planned, and you can still feel the weight of disappointment tugging at your shoulders.
Aaron nodded but didnât say anything about it.
Silence settled between the two of you. His eyes flickered to the drink in his hand, while he took a slow sip, as if buying time. You didnât dare glance away as you stepped further into the kitchen, leaning against the counter in front of him.
âI didnât know youâd be home today. How was your trip?â you asked, genuinely curious but also eager to fill the void.
He shrugged, setting the glass down with a soft clink. âBusy. Tiring. The usual.â His gaze returned to you, lingering a moment too long. âYou okay?â
The concern in his voice was unmistakable. You nodded, but the gesture also felt hollow. âYeah, just... you know, one of those nights.â
Aaronâs jaw tightened slightly, and he looked away, staring into his glass. âWant to talk about it?â
You hesitated, not sure if youâre ready to unpack the disappointment just yet, and also considering the fact that he must be tired from his flight. But thereâs something in Aaronâs presence that you always found comforting, you just had to go on.
âMaybe later,â you said softly, wandering your eyes around until it landed on the wine shelf. âCan I join you?â
He nodded without hesitation, watching you in silence as you grab a bottle of wine from the rack. Aaronâs eyes met yours again as you settled back, and for a moment, something flickered in their depthsâ something that makes your heart skip a beat.
Aaronâs eyes were focused on you as you set the bottle on the counter and reach for the corkscrew. The maroon silk of your dress catches the light; it was a simple one, nothing too flashy nor revealing. Just enough to accentuate your figure and compliment your skin well. You donât understand why heat licked your neck as you became aware of Aaronâs eyes lingering on you.
With a soft pop, the cork comes free, and you pour yourself a generous amount. You took your own seat on the barstool. And with your slow movements, the maroon dress clings to your form, highlighting your curves in a way that makes Aaronâs breath catch.
He tried to look away, but his apprehensive eyes kept returning to you.
âThereâs a practice game this Sunday. Jack will be happy to know youâll be watching,â you cleared your throat, eyes focused on the alcohol swirling around the clear glass.
Aaron took a slow sip of his drink, trying to collect his thoughts, but his gaze kept drifting back to you. The dress, with its silky sheen and soft drape, made you look not just elegant but breathtakingly sexy- a fact that Aaron is finding increasingly hard to ignore.
âYeah, Iâm planning to surprise him tomorrow. Maybe we can pick him up early from Jess? Then we can grab a lunch outside.â
You gave him a smile. âSure, sounds nice.â
As you settled deeper into the conversation, your attention narrowed down to Aaron. Heâs leaning against the marble counter, the soft kitchen light casting a warm glow on him. His beard was slightly thicker than you remember, giving him an almost roguish look that you couldnât help but find incredibly attractive. And hot.
Heâs so hot.
He was clad in one of his work shirts, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms. The shirt fits him well, emphasizing his broad shoulders and the hint of muscle underneath. Even the veins running through the surface of his arm were visible.Â
The sight makes your heart flutter, and you found yourself admiring the way he looked tonight, with a brandy glass cradled in his big, calloused hand. You wonder how it would feel to have those strong hands grip you tightly, his fingers playing with your pussy, his lips on your neck.
âSo,â Aaronâs voice snapped you out of your reverie, âhow was the date?â
You took a sip of your drink, the question making your chest tighten again, but you answered lightly. âIt was... okay, I guess? Not what I anticipated, though.â
His eyes are on your face, but they keep flickering to your dress, tracing the line of your collarbone, the soft curve of your shoulder. âWhat happened?â
âHe was nice and all⌠but I donât knowâŚâ Aaron nodded as you struggled recalling the events of evening, and you can tell he wants more details. âItâs just awkward, as always.â
âDid you go anywhere special?â
âWe went to that new Italian place downtown. Dave said the food was great so I wanted to tryâŚâ you swirl the wine in your glass, watching the dark liquid catch the light. The movement makes the dress shimmer, and Aaronâs gaze follows the motion, almost mesmerized. âI just thought itâd be better, you know? Itâs our third date, anyway.â
Aaronâs gaze softened, and he took a sip of his drink. âIâm sorry to hear that.â
âThanks. Well, thatâs what happens, I guess,â You smiled, feeling a bit more at ease.
âYeah,â his eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes. âBut it doesnât make it any easier.â
You both fall into a comfortable silence, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating. Aaronâs eyes lingered on you before finally, he spoke again, his tone light but his curiosity evident.Â
âDid he at least appreciate the dress? You look... incredible tonight.â
A blush warmed your cheeks, making you giggle to yourself. âHe did compliment it, but I donât think he noticed much beyond that.â
âHeâs an idiot then,â Aaron said quickly, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Then he looked down, a hint of embarrassment coloring his features. âI mean, itâs a beautiful dress, and it suits you really well.â
The compliment made your smile grow wider.
âYouâre looking pretty good yourself,â your cheeks heat up as quickly as you realize what youâve just said, but you donât think you have to take it back. âPakistanâs that rough?â
âYou could say that,â Aaronâs eyes flickered with surprise and a touch of pleasure. He straightened slightly, a small, almost bashful yet equally beautiful smile playing on his lips. âIâm pretty sure Jack will volunteer to shave this beard off.â
âBut it suits youâŚâ you murmured mostly to yourself, your eyes tracing the line of his jaw and the way the beard added a certain depth to his features. âHeâs just teasing you.â
Aaron chuckled, running a hand through his hair, a gesture that draws your attention to the subtle flex of his muscle. âYeah? I wasnât sure if it was too much.â
âNo, itâs perfect,â you replied, your voice softening. âMakes you look... distinguished.â
He took a slow sip of his brandy, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his gaze makes your pulse quicken, and you find yourself caught in the moment, drowning in his presence and the wetness slowly pooling in between your thighs.
âSo you like it?â
Oh, you love it. âYes.â
Aaron stepped a little closer, settling beside you as you glanced up at him from your seat. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the subtle hint of brandy, filled your senses. His eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up to your eyes.
âTell me about your date,â he said, his tone teasing, but there was an edge of something more in his eyes.
âThereâs not much to tell,â you said with a laugh, your voice catching slightly. âIt was just... dull and boring.â
âDull? How so?â
âJustâŚâ you bit your lip lightly, shaking your head as you smiled up at him. âYou know.â
âI canât say I know, doll. Use your words.â
Your heart raced but you didnât look away. Instead, you stared back at him with the same intensity, blinking through your eyelashes almost innocently. âHe⌠he doesnât make me feel like you do.â
A beat.
Your heart drummed wildly against your ears.
And Aaronâs eyes darkened with the invitation.
âAnd how do I make you feel, angel?â he whispered softly.
âLike you actually want me.â
âWhich I fucking do,â he leaned in, his breath slowly mingling with yours. âMore than you know.â
Aaronâs hand moved to your waist, his touch light but possessive. Your heart pounded wildly as you stared into his eyes.
âShow me then,â you whispered back, your voice trembling with anticipation.
âAre you sure?â
âAbsolutely,â you breathed, your lips just a hairâs breadth away from his.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizingly slow and deliberately teasing way.
âAaron...â you whined, your voice heavy with need. âPlease...â
âWhat do you want?â
âI donât k-knowâŚâ
His grip tightened on your hips, his voice rough and demanding. âI think youâre lying, pretty girl.â
âAaron...â
âI said,â he asked again, gruffly this time. âWhat do you want?â
âWant your m-mouth on me, Aaron, please...â
A quick swipe of his tongue wetted his lower lip, and a satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. âGood girl.â
His hand tightened on your waist, drawing you even closer. And all you knew from that second is the feeling of his hot breath against your skin.
âAaron-â a low growl rumbled from his chest as your fingers tangled through his hair, pushing him even closer to your dripping cunt. âTha- God, that feels goodâŚâ
Aaron hummed lightly, running the calloused pad of his palm on the soft surface of your thighs, feeling the bumps rising on your skin along with your pleasure. He darted his eyes to your face with his mouth still on your cunt, his lips nibbling your clit, watching you breathe heavily while containing the whine caught right in your throat.
When you propped onto your elbow and met his gaze, you could barely register the drunk look on his eyes.
âIâm c-closeâŚâ you whispered, pleadingly so. âAaron⌠pleaseâŚâ
You didnât have to say anything else. The contrast between the softness of his lips and the coarseness of his beard creates a heady, intoxicating burn. The rough graze of his beard against your inner thigh sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back, forcing yourself closer to his mouth, to his touch; even closer to his heat.
You have never been treated this wayâ never had a partner who takes pleasure in pleasuring you. The warmth of Aaronâs breath fanned through your clit as he licked and prod his tongue on your entrance, feeling the burning scrape of his stubble with every movement. Itâs both gentle and painful, enough to make your skin tingle and your heart race; chasing the heightening pleasure and your incoming orgasm.
âSo good, dollâŚâ he whispered roughly, encouragingly, his attention focused only at you. âFuck, itâs so hot.â
He leaned away only for a moment, straightening his back as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. In the blink of an eye, the sight of his muscular chest and soft stomach salivated you. Youâve known heâs hairy, but now that you saw the dark trail of hair on his abdomen down to hisâŚ
Aaron looked smug.
âDirty girl, like what youâre seeing?â
You hummed hoarsely. âWant you, please. D-daddy?â
Aaron groaned at your words. And you noticed how his palm flew to the obvious bulge on his pants, squeezing his aching cock as if your words hurt him. Or pleased him, you donât know. All you registered was the faint satisfaction in his smile and the glint of hunger in his piercing eyes.
He ran his palm on your thighs lovingly. âCum on Daddyâs mouth first. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?â
Although he posed that as a question, you knew it was an order. And who are you to defy him when he generously licked through your folds and sucked on your clit like a starved man? Heâs not devouring you like relinquishing his final meal; instead, like you are the very first meal he ever tasted and cannot get enough of. He eats you like someone will take you away from him. But even if they do, he wants to make sure itâs his mouth and big cock youâll crawl back to.
The world seemed so far away as you let yourself drown in the pleasure, all while Aaron occasionally fucks his tongue in and out of your needy cunt.
âClose, angel?â he asked before spitting on your pussy and swirling his tongue on your clit. âYou taste like heaven, baby.â
You nodded dumbly.
âYouâve no idea how many nights I fucked my fist to this thought.â
Your release inched closer, roused by his deep groans and heavy breathing. You were not even past the vulgar image of him spitting on your cunt when you felt one of his fingers gently swiping through your wetness, his touch light as a ghost, and you shuddered as you realized what will come next.
You gasped and moaned, and grabbed a fistful of his hair on both of your hands. âNeed you n-now, please⌠enoughâŚâ
âJust one, angel. Just give me one on my tongue,â he demanded, his eyes dark with need. âYou can do that for Daddy, right baby? Iâll fuck you good later, I promise.â
You clenched around his finger as he slowly slid into you, then out, slowly gaining rhythm and speed that reflected your racing heart. He thrust in and out, and in and out, until he decided you could take another finger, then another one. Youâve never felt so full, but good God if you say you didnât fantasize about getting fingerfucked by your boss, youâd be sent to hell for lying.
He nibbled. He sucked. He licked. His fingers never once stopped assaulting your wet, squelching cunt. With every drag of his fingers and swipe of his tongue, you could hear a deep growl rumbling through his chest. And his eyes watched you, taking in the way you writhe in pleasure, the way your thighs tremble, and how your eyes welled in tears.
âPlease⌠p-pleaseâŚâ you whimpered pathetically, your fingers tightening on his hair. âC-close, âm so close⌠daddyâŚâ
âCum for me, sweetheart. Come on, be a good girl.â
âD-daddy!â you screamed loudly when his teeth grazed your now sensitive clit.
âFucking cum for me. Make me proud, angel.â
Your eyes rolled at the back of your head as your orgasm ripped through you. His words grew distant as it happened, showering you still with lewd praises: how good you taste, how warm and tight your cunt would be, and how he expects you to take his big cock.
âS-stop⌠A-â you trashed away from his grip. âToo m-much. D-daddy, no! Stop! S-stop! Too much!â
His fingers continued abusing the sensitive nerves deep inside you, groaning loudly as your walls tightened around him. âA little more, sweet girl. One more for DaddyâŚâ
âN-noââ Tears slid down your cheeks in overstimulation, feeling the rough drag of his fingers inside your tight cunt and his lips on your clit. âOh, g-god! Iâm close again⌠D-daddy! Donât s-stop, p-please!â
âGood girl, angel. Look at you... thatâs it, baby.â
He trailed wet kisses along your skin as he moved upward, kneading your tits, lingering a bit longer on your hardened nipples. You havenât gone down from your last orgasm when you already felt the tip of his cock prodding at your pulsating cunt.
You whimpered weakly, not fully aware of your surrounding anymore.
âHey, heyâŚâ you heard Aaron whisper, his voice soft and gentle, caressing your face lovingly as he observed your expression. âGood? Do you want to stop, sweetheart?â
You shook your head. âI will kill you if you stop.â
âAh,â he let out a hoarse chuckle. âYes, Maâam.â
His pace was slow at first, achingly so and deliberate. But it didnât last long. From laying on your back on the cold, marble kitchen counter, you found yourself bent over on the kitchen table, with Aaronâs girthy cock ramming in and out of your cunt. And all you could do was take it, moaning loudly to Aaronâs satisfaction.
âFucking hell. Shouldâve fucked this pussy long beforeââ he rambled deeply from behind, pistoling his hips at a brutal pace. âYou like this, huh? You like Daddy fucking your tight pussy?â
You bit your thumb as your legs trembled, but you didnât answer.
And thatâs when you felt it.
A harsh slap on your ass.
âAnswer me, you fucking slut,â he drawled in between heavy breaths. âDid I fuck you dumb, huh?â
âY-yesââ you struggled to say, trying to keep your legs steady amidst the intense waves of pleasure. âG-good⌠so muchâŚâ
Aaron barked an amused laugh. âFuck. You sound so cockdrunk.â
With each thrust, you felt the familiar coil tightening on your stomach. Your words were muffled as you tried to warn him, and all that came out of your lips was a high-pitched whimper.Â
Aaronâs grip on your hips hardened. âIâm c-close. Where should I cum, angel? Inside? Should I cum inside?â
âC-closeâŚâ you echoed mindlessly, not understanding a word he said.
âDo you want me to fuck a baby inside you?â
âYes⌠y-yes⌠inside, Daddy, please....â
Tears streamed down your cheeks when you felt Aaronâs hot cum spill inside you, his thick cock throbbing. You trembled against him as you reached your own climax, your lips drawn to a silent scream as he expertly rubbed your clit through your orgasm.
âOne more. Can you give Daddy one more, sweet girl?â you heard him whisper encouragingly.
With a strained moan and eyes shut tight, you finally let out a gush of release. The force was so sudden Aaron had to pull out and watch his own cum drip down your thighs. His eyes widened a fraction as he stared at the pool of wetness glistening on his kitchen floor.
And fucking hell, that felt so good.
Aaron didnât waste a second and quickly knelt behind you, separating your weak and trembling legs carefully before running his tongue on your spent and dripping cunt. You shivered at the feeling of his beard scratching the back of your thigh but you let him, enjoying the feeling of his tongue following the trail of his own release that drips down your legs.
âToo m-much, Aaron. PleaseâŚâ you plead softly, sighing as you felt his fingers spread out your pussy.
âJust a taste, angel. Can you push out more of my cum?â
He keened and hummed as he gathered his own release on his tongue. And before you even know it, he was already kissing you, watching his own cum and spit reach your waiting tongue as you innocently glanced up at him, a far-gone look on your face.
âYouâre such a sweet girl,â he whispered later on as he gently laid you down on his warm bed, now wrapped in his old, oversized t-shirt and newly bathed.
He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, and cheeks, then nose, before kissing you lovingly on the lips. âRest now, sweetheart. Iâll take you on a proper date tomorrow.â
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Like Garcia, Iâm about to Swoon. WHAT!? The hell!? WS that reaction. Iâm in the ground
Unspoken Desires
Pairing: Aaron Hotch x nanny reader AN: very very special thanks to @milla984 for the wonderful gifs. You are the best!! IN my mind this was Aaron when he overheard the phone conversation. This is not Vows of Rivalry part 2 that one will come tomorrow at 9:00 am PST
Aaron Hotchner had always prided himself on his ability to control his emotions. It was a necessary skill for his job at the BAU, where composure was often the difference between life and death. But lately, control had become an elusive thing, slipping through his fingers whenever she was around.
His nanny, Y/N, was in her late twenties, vibrant, full of life, and effortlessly beautiful. She had a natural way with his son, Jack, who adored her, and Aaron had grown to appreciate the calming presence she brought to their home. But somewhere along the way, his appreciation had shifted into something deeper, something more dangerous. He had tried to ignore it, tried to push it down, but every time he saw her, every time she smiled at him, it became harder to resist.
It was late afternoon when he came home one day, early enough to catch the end of Y/N's shift. As he stepped inside the house, he heard her laughing softly on the phone. Aaron paused just outside the living room, intending to greet her once she was finished with her call. But her words caught him off guard.
"No, seriously, Iâm not kidding. Heâs so attractive. You know, that tall, brooding look? The dad I nanny for? Yeah, Hotch." She giggled, the sound making Aaronâs breath hitch. "Iâd let him do unspeakable things to me."
Aaronâs heart slammed against his ribcage. His normally stoic expression faltered as a heat spread through his body. He knew he shouldnât be listeningâhe knew he should just walk away. But he couldnât move. He was frozen, his mind replaying her words over and over again.
"Iâm serious!" she continued, her voice teasing. "Heâs so damn buttoned-up all the time, but I bet if you unbuttoned him, heâd be⌠well, you know."
Aaronâs mouth went dry. He didnât know how much longer he could stand there without giving himself away. He shifted his weight slightly, his shoes scuffing the floor, and Y/N immediately turned.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she quickly ended the call. "Oh my God, I didnât realize you were home." There was a brief, awkward silence before she recovered, a mischievous glint in her eye. "How much of that did you hear?"
Aaron cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Enough."
"Enough, huh?" she teased, biting her lower lip. "Well, in that case, I hope I wasnât too out of line."
"Youâre never out of line," he said quietly, his voice rougher than usual. His eyes locked on hers, and for a brief, electric moment, neither of them said anything.
Finally, Y/N broke the tension with a soft smile. "I was just joking, you know."
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Were you?"
Her cheeks flushed, but she didnât look away.Â
For the rest of the evening, the air between them was thick with unresolved tension, but they both danced around it, neither willing to take the next step. Aaron told himself it was for the bestâgetting involved with her would be a mistake. But the thoughts that had been planted in his mind wouldnât go away.
Three days had passed since Aaron overheard Y/N on the phone, and the memory of her words still haunted him. He couldnât stop thinking about herâhow she looked when she bit her lip in thought, the way she laughed so easily, and most of all, the things she had said. He had tried to shove those thoughts aside, but his mind kept circling back to them, making it impossible to focus on anything else.
Now, sitting in a busy restaurant with the BAU team for lunch, a rare moment of relaxation for the team, he found himself distracted once again, thoughts of Y/N constantly pulling at the edges of his mind. He absentmindedly sipped his water, only half-listening as Garcia animatedly recounted her latest tech adventure.
But then he saw her.
At a table near the window, there she wasâY/N, her hair shining in the natural light, dressed in a simple yet beautiful sundress that made her look effortlessly stunning. But it wasnât just Sophie that caught his attention. It was the man sitting across from her.
The man was tall, dressed sharply in a button-down shirt, his body language relaxed and confident. And worst of all, he was leaning in too close. Much too close. Y/N was laughing at something he said, her hand brushing against his as they talked.
Aaronâs chest tightened, and a hot, unfamiliar feeling surged through himâjealousy, raw and burning. The possessiveness he'd been trying to bury came roaring to the surface. How could she be here, laughing and smiling with another man, after everything? After the way she'd talked about him on the phone?
Without thinking, Aaronâs jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists around the knife and fork.
"Hotch?" JJâs voice broke through his haze. "You okay?"
Aaron didnât respond. His gaze was fixed on Y/N, and every passing second made his blood boil hotter. He stood abruptly, the chair scraping loudly across the floor, startling the team.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Everything all right, man?"
"Iâll be right back," Aaron muttered, his tone clipped, as he stalked across the restaurant, eyes locked on Y/N and the man across from her.
He didnât care about the people watching, didnât care about the surprised looks from the rest of the team as they followed his movements. All he could think about was getting to her, pulling her away from this man who had no right to be near her.
"Y/N," he said, his voice more commanding than he intended.
Her head whipped around in surprise. "Aaron?" She looked startled, glancing between him and the man across from her. Her dining companion looked up too, startled by the sudden interruption. Aaron didnât even glance at him. His focus was solely on her.
"Whatâs going on?" Aaron demanded, his voice harsher than he intended. His eyes flickered to the man, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone. "Who is this?" He didnât care about the people staring or the team watching from across the room.He didnât care about the clear hint of jealousy lacing his tone. All he could think about was the possessiveness clawing at his chest, about how he just wanted to throw her over his shoulder and take her home locking her away while screaming MINE like a caveman.
Y/N blinked, clearly caught off guard by his aggressive approach. "What are youâ" She looked at her friend, then back at Aaron. "Aaron, this is Nicoâs husband Collin. Weâre just planning his surprise birthday party." turning to Collin she says, âCollin, this is Aaron the father to the boy I nanny.â The words took a second to sink in, and when they did, Aaron felt a wave of relief wash over him. But the possessiveness still lingered, simmering beneath the surface. He barely glanced at the man seated across from her, dismissing him as though he was insignificant, because in Aaronâs mind, he was.
The man across from her offered a polite smile, but Aaron barely registered it. His pulse was racing, his emotions spiraling. She wasnât on a date. She was planning a party. A mix of relief and frustration surged through him,Â
He moved closer to Y/N, his body crowding her space, the intensity of his emotions spilling over. "Why didnât you tell me about this?" he asked, his voice lower now but still charged. He knew his reaction wasnât rational, but he couldnât help it. The thought of her with someone else, even if it was innocent, drove him crazy.
Y/N eyes widened, a mix of surprise and something elseâsomething like amusementâcrossing her face. "I didnât think I needed to tell you every detail of my day, Aaron," she said, her voice soft but pointed. Her gaze held his, unwavering, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink around them.
Aaronâs breath came faster, his chest rising and falling with the weight of everything he was feeling. It was too much. He couldnât hold it in any longer. In one swift movement, he reached for her, pulling her out of her chair and into him.
The kiss came out of nowhereâfierce, desperate, and claiming. He kissed her like a man starved, his hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her waist as though he was afraid to let go. He poured everything he had into that kissâhis longing, his frustration, his possessiveness.
For a split second, Y/N froze, caught off guard by the sudden intensity of it all. But then, to Aaronâs overwhelming relief, she kissed him back. Her hands found their way to his shoulders then around his neck fingers tugging the back of his hair, holding him just as tightly as he held her.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads nearly touching. Sophie looked up at him, her lips parted slightly, eyes searching his face.
"Aaron," she whispered, her tone a mix of astonishment and affection, "what was that?"
Aaron took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts, but the truth was, he wasnât thinking. He was feeling. And for once, he couldnât control it.
"You drive me crazy," he admitted, his voice rough. "I couldnât stand the thought of you with someone else."
Y/N eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and surprise. "Well," she said softly, her lips curving into a grin, "I guess I wasnât entirely wrong about you."But, smiling softly with her hand sliding up to cup his cheek she said, âI wasnât on a date. I told you- this is Nicoâs husband and we are just planning his surprise birthday party.â "I know," Aaron murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. "But I couldnât⌠I justâ" "Youâre jealous," she teased, her grin growing wider. "Aaron Hotchner, the unshakable, grumpy unit chief of the BAU, is jealous."
He didnât deny it. He couldnât. "Yes," he said simply, his voice raw with honesty. "Iâm jealous. And I donât want to hide it anymore."
Y/N smile softened, her fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. "You donât have to."
Behind them, the BAU team sat at their table, watching the scene unfold in varying degrees of shock. Morgan had a huge grin on his face, clearly amused, while Garcia looked ready to swoon. JJ and Reid exchanged knowing looks, and Rossi just chuckled to himself, shaking his head at Aaronâs unexpected outburst.
Morgan finally broke the silence. "Well damn, Hotch. I didnât see that coming."
Aaron ignored the teamâs comments, his attention focused solely on Y/N. He pulled her closer, pressing his forehead to hers. "I should have told you how I felt sooner," he said, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable.
Y/N's gaze softened, her hand resting gently against his chest. "Better late than never," she whispered back.
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safe- a.hotchner
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summary: aaron had to make sure you're safe, can he get to you in time?
pairing: aaron hotchner x nanny! girlfriend! fem! reader
warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive mentions, angsty for a moment (I think that's it?)
not entirely proofread
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Aaron ran through the crowd, the only thing on his mind was you. Were you hurt? Were you dead? Were you even in there? Could he help you? Could he get to you?Â
Was he too late?
He could hear Derek shouting for him, pleading with him to slow down. He didnât understand, none of them would ever understand. You had to be ok. You were his everything. He shouldâve never fallen in love with you, it wasnât right. You were Jackâs nanny. Youâd been with them since Haley died. Youâd supported them since Haley died. Then you turned into someone whoAaron loved being around, someone he trusted with his sonâs life, and his own. Then he waited up for you on his nights off, when you had your nights off. Then you waited for him on late work nights.Â
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The door opening startled you, as it always did, but you just glanced to the hall and saw Aaron hanging his coat.Â
âEvening,â you called to him. âOr should I say morning?â
He sighed. âShouldnât you be out? Isnât Jack at a sleepover?â He smirked.Â
âNot all young people only want to party,â you rolled your eyes, finishing up washing a dish and turning to him. âHungry?â
âI canât ask you to make me food-â
The nightly battle of getting him to eat something with nutritious value rather than old cereal while he looked over reports. âNonsense. I have leftovers from Jackâs dinner, itâll take me 10 minutes-âÂ
His hand on your waist stopped you from moving. âYouâre here to take care of Jack, not me.â
You rolled your eyes, brushing his hand off. âI know, remembering that would be a lot easier if you could take care of yourself,â you huffed, moving to start cooking something for him.Â
He sighed. âY/n,â he scolded.Â
You didnât answer, and just continued.Â
His hands circled your waist and you stilled. You felt his hot breath on your neck, and swallowed as the air became heavier, as the moment held more weight.Â
âAaron,â you whispered, slow and steady as it came out of your mouth.Â
âNo one ever takes care of you,â he said, a wolf-ish smirk on his face, one that you could definitely get used to.Â
âYou do,â you shrugged, trying to get back to the task at hand.Â
âHow? How would you like me to take care of you?â Aaron Hotchner was a man of iron-solid resolve, a man that couldnât break under too much pressure, that wouldnât break under too much pressure. But you? You were his undoing, you guided him through everything, knowing he was keeping you and Jack safe everyday made his days less unbearable.Â
You chuckled lightly and turned around to face him. Then you pressed your lips to his.Â
He couldâve sworn you tasted like heaven. Your hands running through his hair, his hands on your waist, his lips on yours. Nothing couldâve felt better.Â
He pulled back and smiled.Â
You smiled too.Â
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âHotch!â Derek shouted, finally getting a hand on him. âJack is out of there, heâs safe!â
Aaron turned to him briefly. âY/n isnât out, sheâs not here, is she Derek?â
âWhoâs Y/n?â He cursed several times under his breath.Â
âHis girlfriend,â you answered. You were banged up pretty badly, bruises and bleeding and dirt, but you were standing there. In front of him, you were real, you were alive. He opened his arms and you slumped into them.Â
âI tried my best to keep Jack out of it, I donât know where he is, I just told him to run-â you spoke quickly, but he quieted you with a kiss to your head.Â
âHeâs safe,â he promised. âYou're safe too.â
You nodded, and buried your head in the crook of his neck as the team watched on in shock.Â
Aaron wasnât planning on answering any of their questions, all he wanted was to have you and Jack home and safe. Where he could protect you.
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aaron hotchner x jacks nanny/babysitter
sheâs got a crazy ex that stalked and threatened her so she moved far away to live a simple, under the radar life and started working for hotch. he knows her situation and does his best to look out for her, maybe sheâs like a live in nanny ? neither of them is bold enough to make a move first until her ex finds her and hotch and the team race to save her. ends with love confessions and all the sappy stuff
could be a one shot or a short lil series iâm sure whatever you write will be amazing !
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â pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size babysitter!reader
â summary: your new life as a live-in nanny was wonderful, and with your dark past behind you, there was nothing that could ruin this. but as they say, what goes around comes around.
â warnings: heavily detailed violence BEWARE, surprisingly light angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, physical hurt/comfort, mutual pining, abusive ex's :[, guns, and a horribly written action/fight scene (forgive me).
â wc: 1965
â a/n: okay this is a heavy fic so beware once more, but aside from that this takes a fully turn! i don't really have anything else to say besides enjoy!
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âBackpack? Check. Lunchbox? Check. Shoes are tied? Check.âÂ
You placed your hands on your hips triumphantly, a proud smile on your face as you examined the little boy.Â
Being a live-in nanny came with being organizational and making sure that Jack was ready for school everyday without fail. It wasnât like Aaron was super strict on you; he understands when you have your days where things are a bit out of place, but honestly it was a personal preference, and totally not because you have a big fat crush on the FBI agent.
You had been very skeptical about your babysitting position at first because of your ex who was absolutely bat shit crazy. It was a situation you had barely escaped from, and it had taken almost everything in you to get where you were now, so you were a little afraid of men in general. But Aaron was kind, and welcoming, and fatherly, someone that you felt safe with.
And then, you fell in love.
It had scared the shit out of you of course, but now it was a feeling that you welcomed with open arms, even if you couldnât act on it.Â
Your phone began to ring as you searched for the car keys, the contact name read âAaron <3â.
âMorning!â You greeted with a smile as you picked up. âGood morning. How are you guys?â The older man asked. âWe're doing just fine, as always,â You successfully found the keys. âHow are things?â You knew better than to ask how he was, because if you had the kind of job that he did, there was no way you could answer positively.Â
âWe pretty much have everything we need, so weâll probably be able to wrap this case up early.âÂ
âOh Aaron, that's great!â You cheer happily and make your way back to where Jack was waiting for you. âYou ready to go, little man?â Jack looks up at you from his toys. âIs that daddy on the phone?â
âYeah buddy, you wanna say hi?âÂ
âYes!â Jackâs answer was full of excitement, and you canât help but smile. âAs much as I enjoy talking to you, it looks like Iâm handing you over.â You swear you could hear Aaron chuckle.
Yeah, this was a life that you could get used to.
Having the house to yourself was weird.
With Jack away at his auntâs for the weekend, it was strangely quiet due to the emptiness of the childâs presence. You suppose youâre grateful for the break even though taking care of Jack really isnât as tiring as one might think.Â
Despite Aaron rarely being home, heâs managed to raise the boy well when he could, and itâs honestly very admirable. Itâs one of the many things that made you fall in love with him. You gaze down into the wine glass at the thought, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
Ugh, why does love make you such a loser?
Your bashful train of thought was stopped by a suspicious thump coming from the back of the house. Your smile dropped and a feeling of anxiety and worry twisted in your gut as you grabbed your phone that was lying on the kitchen counter.
Youâre quick to dial Aaronâs number and your fingernail finds itself in your mouth as you chew on it anxiously. Itâs an old habit, one that you had picked up back in your old relationship.
âHello?â Rasped Aaron.Â
You knew he had just recently flown in from wherever he was because you could hear the foot traffic of everyone grabbing their luggage from the planeâs storage.
âHey,â Your greeting was nervous and it was something that Aaron easily picked up on. âWhatâs wrong? Are you alright?â He asks with a furrowed brow. âYeah, just um - Iâm just hearing some weird things so I just wanted to know when you think you might be getting home.â I miss you.
âHoney what type of weird things?â Before you were able to answer, there was a loud crashing sound. You instantly dropped to the floor to hide behind the counter; you cradled the phone to your ear, âOkay uh - change of claim,â You attempted to joke. âSomeone is most definitely in the house.â
Aaron tries not to panic at the way his insides turn cold, âYou remember what to do, right?â He asks with a hardened voice. You gulp, stretching slightly to peer over the marble. You stare out into the darkness and a frightened shiver shoots up your spine.Â
âGet to your room and enter the safe.â You reiterated what he had told you almost a year ago when you had first moved in. Youâve never shot a gun before but tonight might be the night where you learn how too.
âThatâs right, and do you remember the code?âÂ
As you went to answer him, you were snatched up by your hair and a scream rang out and into the phone. Even though you werenât on speaker the others that were currently standing outside with Aaron could hear it.
Aaron desperately calls out your name, and with your silence he takes off without any explanation, but his team knows to follow close behind.
âSo, this is what youâve been doing since you tried to leave me?!â
You cried out as another blow was delivered to your gut but a heavy boot. Your lungs burned and there were tears streaming down your face. He had pulled you so hard over the counter that it made your scalp burn, a blistering headache beginning to form at the base of your skull.
âFuck you!â You spat as you attempted to prop yourself up on your elbows.Â
There was a fine line between anger and fear, and this was one of those moments where they blend together. If you ended up dying tonight, at least you didnât go down in vain.
This time he punched you in the face before snatching you up by your arms. There was a metallic taste in your mouth, a bruise already developing near your eye. âWhyâd you leave me, huh?! We had a good thing going and you just⌠you just ruined it!â
âI didnât ruin shit asshole!â You screamed and pushed at him but it was no use. âWe were gonna get married but you⌠but you wanted to play house with an old man, really?!â
âYouâve been watching me.â You said in disbelief. It made your stomach twist in nausea and horror at the thought of him watching Jack, what he couldâve done to him. You had actively put the man you loved kid in danger and it devastated you.
âI had no choice!â
âYouâre fucking crazy!â
âPut your hands where I can see them.â Aaronâs voice rang out throughout the house.
Before you knew it you were spun around with a gun to your head, his arm locked against your neck, faintly strangling you.
âAaron!â You called out in relief, but it turned into a grunt as you tugged further into your exâs chest.
Aaronâs gun was raised steadily, his eyes focused on your attacker, but he doesnât hesitate to cast you a reassuring look. When he sees your bloody and bruised face his jaw tightens, the vein in his neck popping and visible through his skin.
âBoyfriend to the rescue, huh?â Your ex sneers into your cheek. You shudder.Â
âPut the gun down.â Aaron continues to coax, and out the corner of your eye you can see Morgan approaching through the darkness.Â
âWhy do you want to save this slut? Donât tell me youâve already -â A shot rings out into the fair followed by a scream of pain.
Your ex collapses to the ground, cradling the gunshot wound in his knee as blood spills through his fingers. Aaron was the one that pulled the trigger and Morgan is already in the kitchen by the time heâs tugging you away and into his arms.
âOh God.â You finally cried. âYou came, you cameâŚâ His arms are wound tightly around you, purposefully tucking your face into his chest. âIâm here, Iâm here.â He shushes and rocks you side to side in order to try and lull you.
Aaron â softly â orders you to sit down while he cleans up the blood when the rest of the team has already left.
You canât help but watch him from where youâre sitting on the couch with his sleeves of his white button up rolled up and his hands gloved. âIâm sorry.â You decide to say, because you really were. âIâm sorry for everything.â There was so much more you wanted to say, but you felt your throat tighten with unshed tears.
âNo, donât apologize.â He says softly, abandoning the rag that he was using to scrub up said blood. âNo Aaron you donât understand. I put you and Jack in danger because of my bullshit and I thought that I had put it all behind me and I donât -âÂ
âStop.â Itâs a bit firmer this time. âI knew exactly what I was getting myself into when I offered you to live with me and my son. Nothing that has occurred tonight has swayed my trust or opinion about you, you know that, right?â
âRight.â His hand holds your cheek and strokes the soft skin of it. âGood.â
Your eyes flicker down to his lips before peering back into his eyes, âIf I asked you to kiss me, would you?â
âIâm not sure.â
âI promise this isnât like a trauma bond thing. Iâve liked you for as long as Iâve worked for you and I didnât want to tell you because I have nowhere else to go if you say no. Plus,â You sigh, âI just donât want to make things difficult or uncomfortable for you.â
âYou could never do that, feelings reciprocated or not.â He reassures.
âWell are they?â
He grins at your question, âIâd be an idiot not to feel the same way.â You laugh and he leans forward to join your lips together.
A warm feeling spreads in your gut and you knew that this is what love was supposed to feel like.
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Handle With Care - Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Summary: Reader and Aaron meet for the first time before she starts as a full-time nanny for Jack.
Notes: Hopefully will be at least 5 parts! I'm excited to be writing again :)
Word Count: 4.6K
I always believed in new beginnings, but as I stood on Aaronâs doorstep, rolling a suitcase in one hand and a Vera Bradley duffel bag in the other, I was tempted to question my resolute thinking. It had yet to fail me. Not when I was hardly eighteen and living on the other side of the country, vying for my spot at the esteemed culinary arts program. And not when Iâm twenty-four with a stint as the private chef
Professional chef turned nannyâfor my fatherâs beloved mentee, no less. My parents, ever supportive and ever loving, practically held an intervention when I showed up on their suburban door step a fractured shell of the bubbly daughter they dropped off at the airport.Â
Five years later, Iâm sleeping in the same bed. I had nightmares about leaving once again. And yesterday I gave up that bed for a full-time position as Aaron Hotchnerâs live-in nanny. Aaron, who I never even met, is my fatherâs protege. He knew him as a whip-smart, young lawyer from a family Law dynasty at Quantico. My father took him under his wing and even after his early retirement from the BAU they would get together for an annual work lunch.Â
I was nearly finished with my final year of the Los Angeles Culinary Arts Program when my fathers called to say that Aaronâs wife was murdered. I remembered thinking how lucky Dad was and how brave Daddy had to be. With one day off saving the world and the other left to hold down the fort with an awfully anxious only child daughter.Â
One year later, I was unemployed and completely blacklisted from the culinary entertainment industry for reasons beyond my control and without my fault. I gripped the suitcase, my chipped fingernails so jagged they punctured my skin.Â
Aaron had a nice house with a manicured front lawn, a big wrap around porch, and a fully furnished backyard. Clearly, he was a man with a lot of education and a lot of smarts to top it off. He worked hard. It showed, these neighborhoods of Arlington, Virginia werenât cheap. No wonder my dads were dying to relocate to Georgia.Â
The door swung open before I could work up the courage to ring the bell or knock on the dark cherry wood. Aaron answered. He wore a dark green menâs quarter zip that was pushed up, showing off his forearms. His dark, charcoal gray watch shone as he let me into his foyer.Â
He had a foyer.
And a house that smelt like warm cinnamon and musk.Â
âY/N,â Aaron said, nodding to me with a smile, âPlease give me your bags. And weâll go sit and chat before Jack comes. His grandma is still in town and brought him to the zoo.âÂ
I complied. There wasnât a need for me to protest. And clearly, by the looks of those forearms, he would have no problem handling my bags. I only brought a single suitcase, a duffel, and five boxes of books. Aaronâs mother-in-law, Lorriane, had been staying with them since Haley died a year and a half ago. But her husband broke his hip. Apparently, Aaron had added a mother-in-law suite for Lorriane and judging by the looks of his home, the suite Iâd be living in for the foreseeable future was twice the size of my studio in LA.Â
âThanks.â I said, grabbing a seat on the brown fabric sofa, âMy dad said I had to say hello to you for him. He still raves about you. Like all the time.â I chuckle, watching as Aaron hands me a glass of iced tea.Â
âMartyâs a good man. He and Gideon built the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Our team is in constant debt to him.â Aaron spoke so formally, gesturing for enthusiasm with his hands.Â
âYeah, well. Heâs always just been dad to me.â I smiled, the man I knew showed up to my field hockey games even if it meant holding office hours there. He was the most there dad I could ask forâ maybe it was neck in neck for the both of them.Â
âSo Jack?â I said, breaking the silence. âHowâhowâs he been?â I couldnât help but wonder. My dads had a close friend who helped them with their surrogacy journey, so while I didnât have a mother in the traditional sense, the woman who Iâ m half of was still alive and in my life. Debra was more like an aunt to me, fun and spirited and eternally youthful. But I still had her.Â
Unlike Jack, whoâs Earthly ties to his mother were shredded in an horribly violent way.Â
My dad hardly ever cried, but when he called and told me that Aaronâs wife died I could hear it in his raw voice. Aaronâs a man cut from the same cloth a Dad; stoic and responsible. He was a wall of somber trepidation, but somewhere deep inside I could make out the man that wasnât cataclysmically destroyed.Â
âJack isâŚheâs a strong kid. I put him in therapy after it happened. He still goes once a week. Laura, sheâs his therapist. Sheâs wonderful. Truly has helped Jack work through all this.â
âThatâs good. Thatâs really good, Mr. Hotchner. It seems as though Jack has a solid foundation here.â I say, unsure what to say exactly. I can make an omelet six different ways, yet itâs lost on me to know what to say to a widower with a little boy. If I had to bear even a fraction of their grief, Iâm sure it would break me. I would crumble. But these two boys? Theyâre a good man in the storm. And I know in my bones, itâs entirely Aaronâs doing. If that man is anything, heâs steady.Â
âItâs Aaron. Please, Mr. Hotchner reminds me of my father.â He cringes, the lines on his eyes creasing, âYour dad said youâre a professionally trained chef? Unfortunately, Jackâs still squarely in the dinosaur shaped chicken nugget and baked tater tots phase. Itâs been a struggle to get him to try anything newâŚforâŚfor awhile now, if Iâm being honest.âÂ
I nod, thinking that Jackâs food discouragement might stem from losing his mom. âWell, the way I see it, Jack lost his mom at how old? Four and half? Thatâs when weâre starting to really know what we like and donât like to eat. His life was turned upside down and shaken all around when you lost her. So maybe he needed some consistency in a world of chaos. Not that your home is chaotic, itâs lovely and clean and happy. Itâs justâŚlossâŚâ
âLosing your mother as a toddler really fucks up your life.â Aaron says. He speaks so definitely, as if he means everything so ardently you could cast it into stone.Â
âYeah.â I add, somberly. âBut I think we can get him to branch out. Make it a game. Iâd love to cook with him. I can get him kid-safe tools so he can be involved in food preparation and cooking. Oh! Maybe Jack and I can have a garden. Iâm sure that will get him eating vegetables and fruits.âÂ
Aaronâs neutral expression slowly transitions to a soft smile. He thumps his fingers on the wooden table, as he looks out through the deck. I could feel him glance back at me and then to the yard again.Â
âI think that a garden would be lovely over on the side. Itâs far enough away from the pool and patio.â Aaron offers, sipping his tea. Itâs sweet tea, too sweet for me. Working in kitchens throughout my program has trained me to not only tolerate black coffee, but to actively seek it out. He smiles, his grin defining his face. âGood idea.âÂ
I feel heat at his praise. I like doing well, who doesn't? But after a series of mishaps and bad luck, an 'atta' girl is my Hail Mary of the month. I simply nod. âSimple things to start so he can see some quick results. Iâll get him super involved in it. Make him feel like heâs a part of a team.âÂ
âI work a lot. My team flies across the nation, as you know. It takes me away from here for days on end. It was getting too much for Lorriane. And how her husband broke his hip.â Aaron shakes his head, âHonestly, you couldnât have shown up here at a better time.âÂ
He runs his pointer finger over the water rung pooled on the coasters. âJackâs a very easy kid. Reasonable. But shy. He was shy even before HaleyâŚeven before last year. Iâve brought him to the pediatrician because he stopped talking for a while, but she said that weâve all survived an immense trauma and our brains simply process and live through that trauma differently.â
Sitting there, I couldnât help but think how lucky this little boy is. His dad was running up the hill; pushing that boulder up and up and up for an eternity. It must be an awfully lot to carry, without anyone to share the load.Â
âYeah. Iâm sure it is? Is he going into Kindergarten after the summer?â I ask, wondering if Jack went to Kindergarten on time or if Aaron and his grandma kept him home when they lost Haley.Â
âLori, Haleyâs mother, taught preschool for thirty-five years. She told me to keep him home for a year, let him be a little bit older and get the help he needs to heal and then send him. So I listened. I think that was one of the only decisions I made as a team this year.âÂ
Sympathy must have colored my face because Aaronâs demeanor shifted quickly. He sat up, sipping his iced tea and wiping his hands on his jeans. âSo basically your weekdays are around 8am-7:30pm. And occasionally on the weekends when the team does have to be on location But recently, Iâve been trying to transition to a more leadership position at headquarters. Hopefully, thatâll mean less traveling.âÂ
I quickly journaled the hours down in my notebook. Live-in nannying hours are not for those looking for a job to allow them the life of leisure. Naturally that couldnât possibly be true for a position whose main coworker is a five and a half year old boy.Â
âAlright. So thatâs summer hours. Weâll need to brainstorm lots of stuff to do all day. Maybe the library?â I write a small note to get ideas and have them approved by Aaron.
He nodded, âYes, summer hours are a lot, but Jack will be going to a couple camps that his therapist recommended. So you can get a couple hours each day to yourself. I am ready to compensate accordingly. Between my new role at the BAU and other personal investments, we live comfortably. Howâs $2,500 to start and then weâll discuss a raise in the future. And naturally your room and anything you may want to eat or have will be covered by me.â Aaron says it again in a way that leaves no room for argument. He mustâve been a great lawyer; no wonder dad adores him.Â
âThatâs quite a lot of money.â Iâm shocked and my face does a horrible job of hiding it. âIâm not a professional nanny. Iâm good with kids. Really good. But I donât do this for a living. This is you doing me a favor because if it wasnât for you, Iâd be a waitress at my dadsâ country clubsâ I cringed, my mind instantly filtering in an image of me serving one-time sorority sisters bottomless mimosas for an Easter Brunch.Â
âI apologize if you though that it was up for discussion, Y/N. Your first monthâs pay will be $2,500 each week. And then it will increase to $3,250 each week. If Iâm asking you to work 13 hour days plus one weekend a month? I better be paying you that much. And youâre still on Martyâs health insurance?âÂ
I rolled my eyes, of course dad mentioned that to Aaron and of course Aaron double checked. Aaron just might have Marty, JD beat when it comes to thoroughness. âYeah, till Iâm 26. And thatâs likeâŚa year and change away.â I say, implying that itâs not up to me, or Aaron even, to know how long Iâll be with him. I wasnât sure if I would ever venture out to LA again; not after what happened that sent me back here for good.
But the thing about food is that everyone wants good food, no matter where they live. And right now, the ones that wanted something good in their lives, lived in a lovely Colonial home on Moss Avenue.Â
âI guess thereâs no arguing with you, prosecutor.â I say, my voice increasing just so that it balances the line between teasing and something elseâŚsomething else I should be too ashamed to admit.Â
It elicited a smile from him and all of the sudden it was completely worth it. Aaron finishes his tea, and places it into the sink after dumping the remaining ice chips down the drain.Â
âNon-negotiable. Itâs in your contract. Along with a health insurance package should you need to go off Martyâs name. Plus all that tax information that Iâll get you someone to walk you through it.â Aaron explained.Â
âThank you.â I replied, grateful that it was both all above the table and that I would be given the resources to help me figure it out. Looking at the pile of paperwork in my lap, I was sure that if Aaron didnât offer legal literacy assistance I would be way in over my head. âThatâs wonderful. Really.âÂ
âI justâŚI just want my son to be a good kid with a good childhood. Thatâs all. I want to be there for him and if Iâm not there, I want the next best thing there. You know?â Aaron said and Iâm not sure if itâs a plea or statement. Or if it was stuck somewhere in the middle; lost at sea like Aaron was himself. An island unto himself, drifting as the tide rolled in.Â
I break the silence. âWhat was Haleyâs favorite meal?âÂ
Aaron smiled. His eyes, crinkling again. âShe had chicken piccata on our first date. And we ate it at our wedding. And when she found out she was pregnant with Jack she made it for me.â I nodded, understanding the important link between food and memories.Â
âLetâs make it. For Jack and you and Lorianne to share tonight before she leaves. Itâs going to be a big transition for him to go from having grandma all the time to me, someone very new.â I expressed, hoping that I didnât sound bossy or as if I wanted to parent Jack myself.Â
âThatâs a lovely idea, Y/N.â Aaron sighed. âBut I never was much of a chef. I wouldnât know the first place to start.âÂ
He leaned his hands against the table, a slight smile breaking the formidable since that had fallen between us in the moments before. I smiled back, standing from the table to reach my tote bag.Â
I pulled out an apron, the kind that criss crossed over my back. It was denim blue with a canvas front and large pockets.Â
âMove over,â I said, tying my apron, âIt might be your kitchen, Aaron, but for tonight youâre kicked outâÂ
The chicken ended up being more chicken piccata adjacent than a true representation of the dish. I mixed a seasoned blend of flour and spices for the dredging. Then, butterflied and pounded the chicken breasts into thin pieces.Â
Aaronâs kitchen was spacious and airy. There was a large island with barstools on one side and lots of pantry and cupboard space on the other. I stood at the island, dredging the chicken in seasoned flour before placing it nearly on paper towel lined trays. The chicken, thinned and butterflied, didnât take long to cook in the oil and butter.Â
I let the skillet heat up till the oil, butter, garlic, and capers produced a mouthwatering aroma. Aaron gave me a bottle of white wine, imperative to make the sauce taste even better. I added freshly squeezed lemon juice and lemon slices to the pan sauce, letting the brown bits cook a little bit more. I scraped the edges of the skillet, incorporating the sauce even more.Â
I placed the chicken back into the pan, letting it absorb the lemony, garlicky flavor of the sauce. The sauce thickened, forming something that was similar enough to chicken piccata. I added a bit more butter to the pan, along with some lemon. I figured that it would stretch a little bit more for some sauce for the pasta on the side.Â
The chicken was simmering in the pan and the pasta water nearly boiling, when Jack came home. He looked like his father, but must have gotten his lighter colored hair and eyes from his mother.Â
Aaron walked into the kitchen with Jack, his hands resting on Jackâs shoulders protectively. Jackâs shy demeanor was evident as he peered over at me. I smiled and waved as I finished the pasta.Â
âJackie, this is Ms. Y/N.â Aaron introduced me to the young boy, who stood shyly by his father. âWe talked about how Grandma Lorraine needs to go back home. And weâre gonna have a friend come and live here.âÂ
Jack nodded, his little mind clearly spinning and spinning to make sense of all this. He was clearly well adjusted, even for losing his mother at such a young age.Â
âHey, there Jack!â I smiled. âI made a good dinner for you and your dad. I heard you went to the zoo with Grandma. I love the zoo. Especially the tigers.âÂ
Jack nodded, eagerly walking around the kitchen island to talk about the zoo. âYeah,â he said, âI liked the monkeys. They were funny. The babies were learning to climb and jump.âÂ
I nodded, plating up some food for Jack. âSuper cool. Theyâre kinda like little people. The way they act and play.â I placed the plate on the counter. âI used the Cars plate. It was way too cool not to.â I crouched down and whispered to Jack, âJust make sure your dad doesnât swipe it. Between you and me I can see him eying it from here.âÂ
Aaron chuckled, reaching high to grab not one, but two plates. He handed one to me before telling Jack to go sit for dinner. âYouâre joining us. Itâll be good for us to get to know one another.âÂ
âI donât want to intrude.â
âNothing you do would be an intrusion. And itâs good for Jack to see that weâre friends. Heâll be more trusting of you.âÂ
I nodded, understanding that it was very important for Jack to become used to me. Especially considering Aaronâs job could take him away for days at a time.Â
âAlright.âÂ
Aaron nodded. âSit. Iâll get your plate.âÂ
There was an understanding that washed over me. An understanding that Aaron was the kind of man that didnât ask for things. He was simply used to things he wanted being carried out. I envied that security. Maybe if I had even an ounce of it I would still be hacking it out in LA. Or maybe I wouldnât have needed to figure it out because I wouldâve figured it out already.Â
Jack and Aaron went back and forth, swapping facts about dinosaurs. Jack was squarely in the dinosaur phase. Five minutes in, and I already had promised to help him find a dinosaur coloring book, with dinosaurs besides just the âcool onesâ.Â
âUncle Spencer says that some dinosaurs had heads as big as a car!â Jack said, practically shrieking with excitement as he recounted all the facts a certain Uncle Spencer had told him.Â
âUncle Spencerâs so smart. And heâs a kid!â Several of Jackâs stories started with the aforementioned Uncle Spencer and I couldnât help but wonder where the connection lay. Especially if, like Jack claimed, Spencer was a child. Sometimes some cousins are so far apart in age theyâre more like an aunt or an uncle. Perhaps this was the case.
âSpencer is on my team.â My face must have shown my confusion. I always wore my emotions and thoughts on my sleeves, something that failed me several times over. Most notably when my friends in LA would get hit on by men at bars in the most vile of ways. One of the blessings of being deemed unapproachable by men was being left alone, but that didnât mean I wasnât burdened by their lack of tact in seducing women. âAnd heâs 28âŚyes about 28 now, and has been on the team since he was 23. Heâs brilliant. Jason Gideon, who worked with Martin, scouted him when he was hardly 21. His mind works in ways that are simply unexplainable.âÂ
âWhich means he must have some pretty sick dino facts?â I ask, my question causing a prickly smile to appear on Aaronâs face. Jack giggles, he must enjoy seeing his father smile. It seems that even though the boys find themselves moving alone, smiles are few and far between. Especially from the elder Hotchner.Â
âAnd three phDs.â Aaron cut the rest of Jackâs chicken, sliding his plate over and reminding him to at least try the vegetables. âItâs like these kids are getting younger as fast as they are getting smarter. Sometimes I just look at Spencer and my knees hurt. Then again, Iâm pretty sure I would beat him in anything athletic. Even though heâs much younger.âÂ
I raised my brow instinctively, smiling. âWas that a joke?â I deadpanned. âMy dad said you made two jokes the entire time he knew you. And the first wasâŚâ
I stopped myself short. But it was far too late. Aaron, like myself and my father, knew when the first joke he made to my father was. His wedding day. My father had long retired, and moved his mind and soul far, far away from the BAU. He trusted Aaron and Gideon to handle it. Instead he decided to live as himself, freely with his husband and their daughter in the suburbs.
If there was one thing that I shouldnât have done the first night working with a nanny family consisting of a widower and his son, it was to bring up the marriage of the widower.Â
When Aaron married his late wife, Haley. My fathers attended, but I didnât even remember. It mustâve been one of those times that Nana would sleepover. I remembered it was painting nails, ordering Chinese, and watching Walker, Texas Ranger and Family Feud. I remembered it as falling asleep to my Nanaâs snoring as Home Shopping Club glowed on her ancient TV set and waking up to her chocolate chip pancakes. My father remembers it was the first time his young protege made a joke. And Aaron remembers it was the day he married the love of his life.Â
âDaddy?â Jack said, cutting through the silence, âI donât like veggies. Theyâre too mushy.âÂ
âDonât eat them, bud.â Aaron, murmured, his voice laced with a guard that I hadnât noticed till now. It was careful, like he crafted each tone and cadence before he spoke. âWeâll figure it out, Jack. Come on, letâs show Ms. Y/N her room. Where sheâll be staying.âÂ
Each sentence is clipped and calculated. I nod, smiling as Jack stands next to his father.Â
âIâll clean up.âÂ
Aaron nodded, thanking me as he took Jack up to get ready for bed. Minutes later, the kitchen was back to normal and a couple extra meals were packed away for leftovers. I left a note on the counter for Aaron in the morning.Â
Lunch is in the fridge.
I always like to make extras!Â
Have a nice day
Y/N
Aaron returned, without Jack. âYou didnât have to do the whole kitchen. I donât expect that. This isnât a housekeeping job, itâs taking care of Jack.âÂ
âI donât mind. Being a chefâŚor I was a chef, as much as a pain in the ass cleaning and dishes can be sometimes itâs a good way to finish it all. I donât knowâŚI donât make sense.â I chuckled, trailing off in a rambly way that fully gave away my nerves. My previous blunder had shaken me, especially since Aaron seemed completely unnerved, even though I knew it stung.
âI suppose, sometimes I used to stay late to do all the paperwork, even though the interns usually will do it for us.â Aaron wipped his hands on his pants.âAnyway, let me show you to the room. I had it cleaned over the weekend and put Lorianne up at a hotel for a couple nights so there wouldnât be any issues or crossover.â
Aaron led me through the rest of the house. It was neat and tidy and I didnât expect anything else from someone like Aaron, even though he does have a young, energetic son. There was just something meticulous about him. Something so put together and careful. And then there was me. Messy and complicated and unsure and terrified. Anyone would be that after having the carpet pulled out from under them. And I couldnât name a bigger carpet than having to bury your life.Â
There was a locked door that led to what Aaron explained as my private area. âJack and I wonât come over here. From the time that I get home in the evenings, or frankly, some days, till I leave in the mornings is your own. This is your spot in the house, but my housekeepers that come twice a month will clean in here, if youâd like.âÂ
I nodded, grateful for that added bonus. The small attachment was the size of a studio apartment. There was a kitchenette with a nook tucked into the corner with the windows. The furniture matched the rest of the house, clearly Aaron had spared no expense to add this attachment. The queen sized bed was pushed up against the wall and nestled into the corner. Next to it was a nightstand with a lamp. And, as I turned the corner, was the crowning jewel.Â
âAre those builtâins?â I asked, staring in disbelief. âThose are so gorgeous. I have like, easy, a ton, of books. God! Can I use them?â I turned, practically jumping from joy as Aaron chuckled reluctantly.Â
âOf course. This roomâs yours.â Aaron mustâve carried my bags into the bedroom while I was cooking because all of my belongings sat on the floor near the set of love seats and armchair. âIâll leave you to get settled. 8:30 okay for tomorrow?âÂ
I nodded, stunned beyond belief as I opened my boxes of books. Aaron handed me a set of keys, one to the house, the shed, and the other to my area of the house.Â
âYouâre the only one that has a copy. If you want others made, Iâll cover the expense.â Aaron explained. âHave a good night, Y/N.âÂ
âGood night,â I replied, hooking the keys onto my set. âAnd thank you for this room. Itâs nicer than my apartment in LA.âÂ
Aaron leaned against the doorframe, âOf course, I think Jack'll be very happy. Itâs been hard to trust others. With him, honestlyâŚJackâs all I got left.â I had known Aaron for about three hours, heard stories of his skill and professionalism and talent for years, but he wasnât someone that I had known, let alone even met. But in those three hours, I could count several times where I saw a sliver of emotions.
âIâll leave you to it.âÂ
âNight.âÂ
âAnd Y/N?â Aaron said, stopping me as I reach down to start shelving books, âFood does hold memories. Youâre right. I needed it. We did. Jack and I. He needs to remember her.âÂ
âFood has memories.â I said, shrugging, âYouâre gonna have to learn I know more than you think I do.â
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Bridges to Belonging
Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven
Summary: Y/n needed a new gig to bring in a little extra cash while she finished her PhD research at the hospital. The Hotchners are looking for a nanny for their infant son, Jack.
Spencer is not in this part, just introducing Y/n to the team!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: Backstory
Warnings/Includes: none!
Word count: 1.3k
a/n: hi!! i am so back in my spencer reid shit it is insane. here goes me writing a self indulgent fanfic because i can't get this idea out of my head. let me know what you think!!
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Washington, D.C. - Spring 2005
The small conference room at the hospital was dimly lit, the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Y/n L/n sat at the long table, reviewing her notes for her dissertation on child psychology. The hospital had been her second home for the past few years, a place where she could immerse herself in her research while pursuing her passion for helping children.Â
As she packed up her things, her phone buzzed with a text message from a friend, forwarding a job listing.Â
*Nanny needed for newborn. Reliable, experienced, and patient. Contact Haley Hotchner at [xxx-xxx-xxxx].*
Y/n considered the opportunity, her mind calculating the benefits of having some extra income while she completed her PhD. Besides, she loved working with children. After a momentâs thought, she dialed the number.
âHello, this is Haley Hotchner,â a warm voice answered.
âHi, Haley, my name is Y/n L/n. Iâm calling about the nanny position. Iâm currently finishing my PhD in psychology and have experience working with children,â Y/n explained, her voice steady but hopeful.
âWonderful! Weâre looking for someone who can become part of our family, especially with Aaronâs demanding job. Can we meet for an interview?â Haley asked, her tone inviting and sincere.
âOf course, Iâd love to,â Y/n replied, feeling a flutter of excitement at the prospect.
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Y/n arrived at the Hotchner residence a week later, it was a quaint home in a quiet neighborhood. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, smoothing her hair as she waited. The door opened to reveal a smiling Haley Hotchner, holding a sleeping baby in her arms.
âYou must be Y/n! Come in, please,â Haley greeted her warmly.
As Y/n stepped inside, she felt an immediate sense of comfort and belonging. The home was cozy, filled with family photos and the soft scent of baby powder.Â
Haley led Y/n to the living room, where Aaron Hotchner sat, looking relaxed in casual clothes, a stark contrast to his usual suits. He stood to shake her hand, his demeanor polite and welcoming.
âItâs nice to meet you, Y/n,â Aaron said, his handshake firm but friendly. âHaley has told me good things about you.â
âThank you, Mr. Hotchner. Itâs a pleasure to meet you both,â Y/n replied, smiling as she sat down.
âPlease, call me Aaron,â he insisted, exchanging a glance with Haley.
The interview was less formal than Y/n had anticipated. Aaron and Haley asked her about her studies, her experience with children, and her aspirations. She, in turn, learned about their lives, Aaronâs work with the FBI, and their hopes for raising Jack in a loving environment.
âWeâre really looking for someone who can be a part of Jackâs life as he grows,â Haley explained, gently rocking Jack in her arms. âSomeone we can trust.â
Y/n nodded, feeling a connection with the couple. âIâd love to be that person. Working with children is my passion, and I think I could learn a lot from Jack, too.â
Aaron smiled, looking at Haley before turning back to Y/n. âWeâd like to offer you the position, Y/n. If you will take it, we want to welcome you to the family.â
Y/n beamed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. âThank you, Aaron, Haley. I promise to do my best for Jack and your family.â
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Over the next two years, Y/n became an integral part of the Hotchner household. She cared for Jack with a dedication that went beyond her job description, forming a bond with the infant that was almost maternal. She found herself spending evenings with Haley, talking about life, love, and dreams. Aaron, despite his demanding job, always made time to catch up with Y/n, appreciating her insight into Jackâs development and her ability to connect with people. As Jack neared his second birthday, Y/n knew her time as his nanny was coming to an end. He was ready to start preschool, and she had secured a position at the hospital as a child psychologist. Yet, leaving the Hotchners felt like leaving a part of her own family.Â
On her last day as Jackâs nanny, Y/n sat in the backyard with Haley, watching Jack play in the autumn leaves.
âWeâre going to miss you, Y/n,â Haley said, her voice tinged with sadness. âYouâre like a sister to us.â
Y/n smiled, touched by Haleyâs words. âIâm going to miss you all too. Youâve been my family here.â
Haley nodded, tears in her eyes. âPromise youâll visit? Jack will need his Aunt Y/n around.â
âAlways,â Y/n promised, her heart full. âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily.â
---
Life moved on, but Y/n never lost touch with the Hotchners. She visited often, spending time with Jack as he grew into a lively toddler. Her work at the hospital kept her busy, but she cherished the moments she could steal away to see them.
One evening, as she was leaving the hospital, her phone buzzed with a text from Aaron.
Weâre going out for drinks to celebrate a closed case. Care to join us?
Y/n smiled at the invitation, feeling a warmth at the thought of seeing Aaron and meeting his team. She quickly replied.
Iâd love to! Where should I meet you?
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Y/n walked into the bar, scanning the room for a familiar face. She spotted Aaron standing with a group of people, all engaged in animated conversation.Â
As she approached, Aaron waved her over, a rare smile on his usually serious face.
âY/n! Glad you could make it,â Aaron greeted, introducing her to the team. âEveryone, this is Y/n L/n. She used to be Jackâs nanny and is basically family.â
Y/n smiled and waved, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. âHi, everyone! Itâs great to meet you all.â
Penelope Garcia, the teamâs tech-savvy and flamboyant analyst, immediately stepped forward, her eyes bright with curiosity. âOh my gosh, I love your outfit! Finally, someone who appreciates the art of pink as much as I do!â
Y/n laughed, relieved by Penelopeâs enthusiasm and excited to have her brand new top appreciated. âThank you! I knew Iâd find a kindred spirit.â
Jennifer âJJâ Jareau, the teamâs communications liaison, offered a warm handshake. âAaronâs told us a lot about you. Itâs nice to finally meet the woman who kept him sane during those early days.â
âGlad to be here,â Y/n replied, feeling welcomed.
Emily Prentiss, with her confident and approachable demeanor, chimed in. âSo, you survived being a Hotchner family member? You deserve a medal.â
Y/n grinned, appreciating the camaraderie. âIt wasnât so bad. Iâm just glad I didnât have to deal with any of Aaronâs work stress.â
Derek Morgan, the charming and confident agent, leaned back with a smirk. âIf you ever want to switch from psychology to profiling, we could use someone with your skills.â
Y/n laughed, shaking her head. âIâll leave the profiling to you guys. Iâm happy helping kids find their way.â
David Rossi, the seasoned agent with a love for fine wine and stories, raised his glass in a toast. âTo new friends and old family.â
Y/n joined in the toast, feeling a sense of belonging with this eclectic group. As the night wore on, she found herself bonding with each team member, sharing stories and laughter. They talked about everything from childhood dreams to favorite music, forming connections that would last beyond this night.
As the evening wound down, Derek leaned over with a grin. âYouâll have to meet our boy wonder next time. Spencerâs a little shy, but I have a feeling you two would get along.â
Y/n nodded, intrigued by the prospect of another lively team member to add to her seemingly growing list of friends. âIâd like that. Iâve heard a lot about him.â
Emily chimed in, a playful glint in her eyes. âSpencerâs one of a kind. Youâll see what we mean.â
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Laundry Day - A.H
a/n: 1000 words for 1000 followers!!!!!!!!! i am in complete disbelief honestly, you all are so amazing and im so thankful for each and every one of you <3
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summary: hotch begins to notice a difference in the way his clothes smell, wonder why?
wc: 1k
Hotch had been wrestling with the unsettling notion that he might be ill, or worse he had a brain tumor, manifesting through phantom smells. Whatever it was, it had been driving him crazy because the persistent aroma was undeniably yours, his nanny. As much as he didn't to admit it, this would usually be a welcome scent, soft and florally, like he had just stepped into a flower field.
Today, however, the scent was nothing short of an irritant. Every fleeting whiff had him jerking his head up, expecting to see you standing in the doorway of his office. But you were never there, of course, which only intensified the frustration gnawing at him.
There it was again, and despite his better judgement, his gaze darted to the door, unfortunately only to find Morgan casually propped against the frame.
"Hey, boss, got a minute?"
The scent had momentarily clouded his focus, but he quickly regained his bearings and closed the file, giving a firm nod. "What's up?"
"We've got a lead on the case in Richmond," Morgan started, handing over a document. "Local PD spotted a vehicle matching the description of our unsub's."
Hotch took the file, fingers thoughtfully brushing his chin as he scanned the pages. Morgan stepped closer, his nose giving a slight twitch before he took a seat in front of the desk.
"You know, Hotch, I gotta ask," Morgan prodded, a sly smile spreading across his face in a way that made Hotch uneasy. Morgan wasn't known for his filtered comments. "You got a girl or something? It smells way too good in here for just paperwork."
Point in case.
Hotch's eyes flickered up from the papers. "What? No, I--"
"Come on, man," Morgan chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. "Don't play coy with me. Whoever she is, she's got good taste. I think Savannah uses the same perfume."
Hotch clamped the file closed, his mind racing faster than he could keep up with. So for one, it wasn't just in his head which was a good thing. He could rule out a brain tumor. But on the other hand that leaves the question of why the hell he smells like his nanny?
It was all he could focus on all day, paralyzing his work capabilities, reducing him to a state of mere motion without meaning.
It wasn't until the office AC malfunctioned, and he found himself stripping off his jacket, did he discover the source of the floral scent. His own jacket. He inhaled it cautiously, feeling slightly perverted before quickly stowing it away in a drawer, slamming it shut to dispel the borderline inappropriate thoughts.
When he finally arrived home, jacket in hand, he headed straight towards the sound of your humming. Normally, he'd make his rounds--first to Jack's room, who was usually napping at this time, then to the kitchen for his nightly scotch, and finally to his home office. But today was different.
The jacket hung loosely over his forearm, briefcase now abandoned at the door as he made his way towards the sound of your voice. It was the damn scent that greeted him first, drifting from the laundry room, and then, finally, the sight of you.
But what caught his attention, besides you and your slightly too short skirt, was the undeniable evidence of you misting his clothes with your perfume.
He said your name, almost in a scolding way, which he quickly realized his mistake when you whirled around, gasping as the bottle slipped from your fingers, shattering on the tile floor.
"Don't move," Hotch commanded, heart racing as he watched the glass scattered around your bare feet.
He moved towards you, stepping over the glass, carefully scooping you in his arms and setting you safely on the counter. He then knelt down, gathering the broken pieces.
"Mr. Hotchner, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to sweep me off my feet." Your legs were dangling from the counter, swinging back and forth. He gave you a deadpan look, his eyebrow raised every so slightly. "You're no fun."
You pouted, attempting to slide off the counter, but his hand was on your ankle in an instant.
"Stay put," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. He sighed, collecting the last of the glass and tossing it before standing up straight. "Also, is there a particular reason my suits now double as air fresheners?"
"Mr. Hotchner, you wound me with your accusations," you said, hand over your heart, crossing your legs in a criss-cross apple sauce fashion.
You were going to be the death of him.
Hotch cleared his throat, willing his gaze not to dip in between your legs. "You're wearing a skirt."
"Oh whoops," you giggled, fixing your position.
"And for the record, I actually didn't accuse you, but your defensiveness and the fact that I caught you red handed tells me everything I need to know." He took a step towards you. "Care to explain?"
"I...um, wanted to make sure you're always fresh?"
"And you chose your own perfume for that?"
"How do you know it's mine?"
With a step that erased any remaining space between you, Hotch bent slightly, his nose near your collarbone. "It's hard to miss."
He took a step back, giving you room to breathe.
"I just wanted to make sure any girls on the street didn't get the wrong idea," you said, the corners of your mouth turning up.
Hotch let out a chuckle. "You do realize you're my nanny not my wife, correct?"
"Tomato, tomahto."
"Careful."
You swung your legs off the counter, standing up straight. "Any chance to buy me another perfume bottle? It was kind of expensive, and well, you know my salary..."
"No." It wasn't as firm as he wanted it to be and it only took him a second to give in, this happened a lot when it came to you, handing over his credit card. "Fine."
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⪠day four. sympathy for the devil â #marchhotchness â NSFW ; MDNI!
ËË°â˘*â⡠â [last true mouthpiece] â
pairing: virgin!aaron hotchner x virgin!reader. summary: Â "i would battle all nine circles of hell to feel like that again." content warnings: major catholic church disrespect going on. some making out. m! receiving oral. MDNI! word count: 1.3k
      God was supposedly pure, free of all sin, free of everything evil that scattered the earth. Free of carnal desires. Free of hypocrisy.Â
      Church was supposed to be the place to be blessed with His kindness, His love, His overpowering goodness. For Aaron it was just another place to be a Hotchner.
      Not Aaron, not Hotch, a Hotchner.
      It was a place to be proper, to look attentive, to have his fingers pass through the beads of his rosary as if it really meant something to him or to most of the people sitting there.Â
      Itâs his first summer back home after he was unwillingly sent to boarding school.
      If thereâs a place he wish he wasnât forced to be, it would be the place where everyone swore to be good, as good as God, but werenât.
      Thereâs at least three woman exchanging glances with his father, his baby brother is sleeping peacefully on his baby carrier, thanks to the nanny as their mother didnât look at him for one second since they entered church, her eyes going from her friends to the priest only, making notes of what the ladies were wearing, how their kids were behaving. Nothing good came out of his family.Â
      Not even him, he had his knuckles hidden under white bandage, band-aid on his chin. The signs of his rebellion clear, still his mother would tell the neighbors how sports were tricky for clumsy Aaron.Â
      The only thing close to the pureness and kindness of a God inside that luxurious place was you.
      The warm smile you gave him, the way your fingers brushed his skin to ask what happened to him. The way your voice said his name sounded like an angel. It made him believe in angels.Â
      But the way you made him feel at times was pure sin. If you were an angel, you were a fallen one, beautiful, good, kind⌠sinful. Aligned with the devil and its desires.
      But if it meant being able to be closer to you, Aaron would knee down and pray to God, or to Satan, or to any deity that could make it happen. He would believe anything your lips told him to.Â
      He would sin in your behalf as you were the only true God he could believe, thatâs why when you left your seat during Sunday mass to get water, he followed you, captured by the way your hips moved, it had been six months since the last time you two spoke, the flirtatious looks and words leading to nothing of substance.Â
      âBoarding school not treating you well?â You ask him teasingly, but he can see the worry in your eyes as you touch his chin. He winces at the touch, but holds your wrist before you can move.Â
      âTheir therapist say I need to learn how to manage my rage.â You chuckle, youâve never seen him angry, not at you or with you, he was always the softest, most polite boy, the most beautiful soul youâve ever met. He was bigger than church, his presence made you feel surrounded by good. Itâs a shame he doesnât feel that way about himself.Â
      You look around, knowing the cues by heart, most people have their eyes closed to pray, and you pull him by his hand quickly, knowing where the altar boys would change, he knew it as well, having been one for years as a child. You locked the two of you inside, breath heavy as you did so.Â
      At this point the only thing that has ever happened between you two was lingering hugs, suggestive conversations and a quick kiss during spin the bottle. You wanted more of him, you wanted to make him feel good.Â
      Brushing your lips against his chin, you pinned him to the nearest wall, taking his hurt hand and placing soft kisses against the bandage as well, the way he left soft sighs at your touch made you feel invincible, still, you stop yourself for a minute, looking at him for approval, Aaron slips his hand behind your neck and pulls you closer for a kiss years in the making, as hungry and needy as you.Â
      Youâre both desperate to feel each other, to feel something real when youâve been raised in a community where nothing was, his lips are chapped against your strawberry tasting soft ones, his hands are rough and on your waist under your shirt and he smiles at the thought of you having to fight off not wearing a dress to mass.Â
      Aaronâs cheeks flush at how aroused heâs feeling, ashamed to be feeling like that in a place of adoration of everything non carnal, he feels sinful, but the way your body is glued to his, hardening his cock even more, makes him forget about it as he moans into your mouth.
      His belt is unbuckled with ease by your hands, but he stops you before you can do anything else.Â
      âWhâWhat are you doing?â Making out, having someone straddle him, feeling the friction over his clothed crotchâthat's the most he had done with someone until now, and there you were with your godly eyes, your red bitten lips and your hands about to make him sin even more.Â
      âIâI want to make you feel good.â You donât have much experience either, but still before he can protest to anything you shove your hand into his pants and boxers, feeling him fill your hand and twitch at your touch.Â
      He nods in a frenzy, helping you by pulling his bottom clothes down to his thighs as you lower yourself, taking him in your mouth delicately at first, feeling the different taste in your tongue as you bobbed your head slowly, your hand holding his cock at the base.Â
      Touching your cheek with one of his hands to catch your attention, he gets you to glue your eyes to his instantly, your mouth still at work as you did so, his other hand guides yours, telling you to move it along with your mouth, showing you what felt good to him.Â
      Aaron can faintly hear the priest citing scripture, telling children to respect their parents in the Lord, and he almost feels bad for what heâs letting you do to him, but your mouth may be the closest he has felt to the divine and if God has a problem with that than maybe he wasnât worth praying to.Â
      The confidence he gets from the lust in your eyes leads his hand to your hair, pushing you and softly, to the best of his ability, holding you down, itâs clear he doesnât want to hurt you but he can feel his orgasm building up, he knows it well from the nights jerking off in his bedroom to the image of you, before he can warn you between the moaning mess he is trying to bite inside his lips, you feel his cock twitching inside your mouth, the warmth of his cum filling your mouth.Â
      You swallow it down in a reflex, the hollowing motion of your cheeks making him whine. You only let him go when he pulls you up by your hair, and itâs your turn to moan.Â
      His lips and yours feel like two magnets, glued together as soon as you balance yourself, sharing with him his own taste, his tongue meddling with yours made you tingle.Â
      âI just got us both a free ride to hell, right?â You laugh into his lips and he nods, dropping your arms only to pull his pants up.Â
      âI think I would battle all nine circles of hell to feel like that again.â His citation of Danteâs Inferno feels silly along with his teenage hormones filled attempt to flirt, you donât mind it, his brain was the second most attractive thing about him after all, losing only to the eyes that didnât leave you as you both got out, again taking advantage of a prayer to get back to your seats.Â
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Holiday House
Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader
Part 2
In short: Hotch needs help, and you need a job. Part 1 of ?? we shall see how far this goes :) Warnings for mentions of alcohol (very infrequent) possible mentions of smut/cut to black scenes in the future! ;) __ Is in place of Y/N!!
âAnd the town said, âHow did a middle class divorcee do it?ââ
Aaron Hotchner was never one to admit to needing help, let alone one to ask for it. But as he sat in the dim light of the kitchen, a case file in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other, a million thoughts ran through his head. His thumb rubs his temple gingerly, averting his gaze from the graphic crime scene polaroids, over to his sonâs bedroom. Just a few hours earlier, he had called off abruptly to pick up Jack prematurely from school, after he had climbed to the very top of the jungle gym in an attempt to do something Garcia called âparkourâ.
He survived with only a few scrapes and bruises, but it was clearly a drastic cry for attention.The door was open ajar, illuminated only by the dinosaur night light, casting a soft blue glow over the sleeping boy. When Haley had died, he had quickly realized that being a full-time father would not prove easy with his job. As time went on, it only got more difficult for him to divide his attention- and Jackâs recent episode at school was a cruel wake up call. One thing was evident- he needed someone to attend fully to him, and Hotch needed the ability to commit fully to his team, and to the BAU.
So, first thing in the morning, Penelope was faced with a curt knock on her office door. Spinning around in her chair, she rises and opens the door, Starbucks in hand. âFancy seeing you here, hands- Oh, hello, sir, m-my apologies. I thought you were Derek.â She cleared her throat, but arched an eyebrow as she detected a faint twinkle in Hotchâs eyes. âGarcia.â âWhat do you need sir? Stats? Access to a secure database?â She spins around quickly, already typing the nearest case details into her supercomputer. âWell, actually, itâs more of a personal question. Do you happen to know any, uh, childcare workers?â âLike a nanny, sir?â He cringed at the cutesy word, but nodded nonetheless.
âYes, I suppose.â Garcia pushed her glasses up her nose slightly, observing the man in front of her. Although she wasnât technically a profiler, she knew Hotch well enough to find things out of place, as they were now. âActually, yes, sir, I know just the person.â A slight plot began to form in her head, as she sent a number through her printer and into Hotchâs hands. âThatâs my friend, __. Sheâs perfect, lots of experience, Jack would love her. Actually, sir, you would too..â Hotch fumbles for a second, before raising an eyebrow in her direction. âThatâs quite enough, Penelope. This is strictly for Jackâs benefit. I appreciate this, however.â He nods curtly, backing out and bumping straight into a coffee-bearing Morgan. âTrying to steal my girlfriend, boss-man? Not cool.â Derek chuckles, pushing past him politely and planting a kiss on Penelopeâs cheek. âDamn, I beat you to it!â He gestures to the coffee already in her hand. âI can always use more,â Penelope giggles.
Hotch shuts the door quickly, glancing down at the number in his hands. He walks quickly back to his office, passing right by Spencer and Rossi arguing about something or another. âWith all due respect, sir, Logan Paul has absolutely nothing against Mike Tyson-â âHeâs a billion years old!â Shaking his head slightly at his teamâs banter, Aaron sinks into his chair, punching the number into the landline on his desk. Everyone else may use cellphones now, but Aaron still preferred the old fashioned way, when it came to business.
You had just finished an extremely degrading night shift at the diner, picking up your phone with a raised brow as you exited the back room. âHello?â âHello, this is SSA Aaron Hotchner. Is this __?â Your heart rate picked up- maybe from the fact that an FBI agent was calling you, maybe because his voice was low and steady and weirdly attractive. âO-oh, um, hello sir do you- need something?â Hotch takes notice of the light and airy pitched voice on the other side of the line, and something about it makes his heart skip a beat. He ignores it, proceeding, âI was wondering if you were prepared to interview for an in-home, uh, nanny job? For lack of a better word. Penelope Garcia gave me your number, and I trust her judgment for better or worse.â A smile spread across your face. âAbsolutely, sir. When would be a good time to meet, Mr Hotchner?â
Itâs strange. Aaron gets called sir about a hundred times a day, but something about your innocent voice sends a shiver down his spine that he canât explain, but does his best to ignore. âWhy donât you stop by my house at around 6 tonight? We can talk, you can meet Jack, and we can go from there.â âThat works for me, sir.â You smoothen out your skirt, a sudden blush chasing your cheeks as you think about meeting this mystery man, one youâd only heard anecdotes about from your best friend and her boyfriend. âPerfect. Iâll have Garcia send over my address.â The line clicks before you get the chance to respond, leaving you slightly flustered, with your hands wrapped around your cellphone a little more tightly than you thought, almost as if you were holding onto the idea of him. The poor man, left alone with his son, with a job like that.. You shake your head, quickly grabbing your purse, clattering your nametag down on the counter with a defiant âI quit.â to your manager as you happily left that damn place for the last time.
Back at the office, Aaron watches his team out in the bullpen, Morgan and Garcia enveloped in something on his desk while Spencer spins a rubix cube towards Emily, with a âgood luckâ sort of look. Heâs not sure what the emotion heâs feeling is, but whatever it is, he brushes it off and grabs the case file dropped off earlier, emerging into the open office, with the same professional air as always- if a little less uptight than usual.
âWho knows, if she never showed up, what could have been?â
A/N: AHHH this was so so much fun to write!! I hope my writing style and the way I write Hotch is okay, Iâm still new to the fandom and show but I did my very best! Suggestions are always welcome! Please like, comment, reblog and send me requests!
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Professional protector (Aaron Hotchner x nanny! male reader)
It's become a slight problem. Most nights it Hotch was late. Some he wasn't home at all and babysitters were only so reliable.
"You're really using Garica to get a other new babysitter?"
"I'm not trust random teens with my boy."
Emily rolls her eyes and pulls away the file of potential names.
"Can't you just hire a full time?"
Hotch groans.
"Same problem."
"Well it's either a once time issue or a till-jack-is-grown issue so make up you mind."
She's right of course, he needs to just bite the bullet.
After nearly an hour of barely scrapable options Hotch's attention was caught by a face.
Young, clean cut, handsome and with a bakround in child care. He gives Hocth a strange stomach twist, the kind he felt in high-school when he meet Harley. That same at once connection.
"Is he free?"
"Looks like it. Says on his employee web page he is open for full weekdays."
"Send that to me would you?"
Garcia can't help the small grin that crosses her lips.
"At once my lord."
From his nightstand the buzz of that familiar notification sounds him awake.
Clients.
He checks the profile his boss Diane always sends but this one is different than normal. He is used to business men who don't have time for their children but the man is an FBI agent and high in ranks too.
Doesn't look half bad either.
"How much is the pay?
"60 an hour."
He stops dead in his track.
"60? For one child and house sitting?"
"Ahuh. He asked me if that was too low."
"Too low?!"
She smiled at him with a gleam I her eyes.
"He really wanted you specifically."
Hotch keep glancing at his watch. He wasn't late but Hotch was nervous he might be.
"Excuse are you Mr. Hotchner?"
He's pretty in person Hotch thinks. More real. More warm. He's bright-looking but not cocky. Fair featured but no vain. He could reach out his hand and Hotch would near before him to kiss it without even thinking.
"Yes, you must be the nanny."
"Ahuh. Would you like to go over the details of what you need me to do while your away?"
Hotch smiles. He has no clue why but it feels natural.
"Of course."
Hotch leads him through the house explain everything he needs from the house care side of things.
"-and if you can't try to fold the blankets to fit in properly I'd be really thankful."
"Of course. What about your son?"
"Jack spends most of the day at school. He still in k-8 and does sometimes need homework help. He can make his own food but often prefers it made. He has 2-3 hours of screen time weekdays and 4 on weekends. He'll want to call me when I'm out of town which you can also do if you need anything."
He nods. Simple kid.
"He always wants to come along on grocery trips and basically anytime you leave the house."
Hotch hands him the house keys.
"And most importantly he'll ask for want he wants and his bedtime is 8:30."
"Got it. I call you at night if I have questions."
"Daddy?"
The two turn to see a sleepy toddler standing in door way. His spider-man pj's frumbled from napping.
"Hey Jack buddy, this is your new babysitter. He'll be here all day till I come back in the evenings so you don't have to be alone at home."
Jack looks up. Hotch feels the two smiling at eachother. His heart is aching know Jack is already bonding with the nanny. This have been a good idea.
"I have to go home today Jack but I'll see you again tomorrow ok?"
"Ok! Can we play with my Lego pirates."
"We can play whatever you want to Jack."
Hotch loves that smile on Jack. The innocent love. His boy is safe.
"Hotch? We have an emergency."
"What is it J.J.?"
"Ten victims all male in their 20s and the unsub is moving."
"I'll be there in ten mintues."
Hotch's body knows the routine of his morning work runs so well it work on autopilot.
Lastly he kisses Jack's sleeping head and text his new nanny 8 words.
"Flying for work for at least a week."
He'll get what I mean Hotch thinks before he stops himself. Why is he so sure? He doesn't even know the guy and he is trusting him like an old friend already. That's not good but Hotch can't seem to stop himself. He doesn't trust easily but something about him is so safe. So at home at ease. Hotch hates how his walls are just gone the moment he met a pretty man who takes care of his son. Hotch hopes he'll stay.
"He's targeting men who seem successful in love. Men with kids and partners and well paying jobs. Young man living how he wants to live. And he does it through robbery and hold ups. He is choosing targets on the fly."
"Where do we thinking he is making his way to?"
"Maybe his home or his get away car. I don't think he can keep this up for too long and I know he thinks that too."
At the hotel Hotch picks up his nightly call.
"How's your nanny been buddy?"
"I love daddy! He is super smart and he knew all about the history for my test on Tuesday and he makes such good pasta and he read me all the books I have trouble with!"
Hotch feel his stomach twist again. Just like a dad.
"That's great buddy. I'm glad you like him so much."
"He is gonna be my new best friend."
"I'm sure he will sweets now you need to good to bed."
"Ok, Goodnight daddy."
"Sleepwell Buddy. I love you."
"Love you too!"
He's safe. He's for the first time Hotch feels confident in thinking that Jack is really safe and happy. He sleeps better that night then he has in a while.
"Unsub is now in Virginia and he's getting risky. Going straight for our home now. He might even be there at this moment."
"So we came out here just to go home?"
"No, we came out here to know for certain he is home. Let's go."
Jack had asked to come along to the Cafe. He had followed his nanny to the counter and was rewarded with a small pink lemonade.
"Have you ever tried limeade or just lemon?"
He shakes his head no.
"Never liked lime. Too sour."
He chuckles.
"I like a lot of sour things especially ones that have some sweet in them."
"Everyone get on the floor! This is a hold up and if everyone behaves no one will get hurt."
Jack looks up confused and then frighten.
"Nanny?"
"Comere Jack. Everything will be alright."
"We've tracked him to a Cafe he's holding up. Swat is on their way but we don't time on our side."
"How fast can we get there?"
"20."
"20 is not fast enough."
"You, with the blonde kid. Move up here."
His arms wrap around Jack and gently lead them both to the front.
"Give him to me."
"No."
His breathing hitches.
"I'm not letting you near him. You'll have to take me first."
The click of the handriffle echoed in his ears before he felt the the world go black.
When the room came back into focus he realized he was in the ER. His chest was burning. He could feel the dizziness bringing him in and out of blurry awareness.
"Hey, just rest, you're really injured."
"Jack.. what about Jack?"
"He's safe with his father."
A knock at the door interrupts them.
"Hello Doctor is it OK for me to see him?"
"Mr. Hotch? Is that you?"
Hotch leans over the hospital bed brush some hair.
"How are you feeling?"
"I've been worse."
"Worse than shot?"
He giggled even though it hurt.
"Yeah. I'm better knowing Jack is safe."
"He was really scared for you, so was I. You don't know how much it means to me that you put yourself in such danger for my boy."
"I'd do it again."
Hotch felt strange. On one hand he was deeply relieved that he was safe but such a close call had his nerves in a twist. It was like a weight had been added to his psyche. Hotch couldn't let anything happen to him. He felt protective.
"How is he?"
"Exhausted but ok."
"Hotch I know he is just your nanny but you seem pretty worried."
"I can't help but be. He nearly died keeping Jack safe. I don't know what could've happened if I hired someone less bare. This whole time I've felt so.... connected with him. Like he is someone who I can trust."
"Does Agent Aaron Hotchner have a slight crush."
Oh no.
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Eat Your Young pt.2
Part One | Masterlist
Coming down from the high that Aaron introduced you to feels impossible at this point. Following your very first encounter after his arrival, there isn't a day that he didn't make you feel desired and pleasured. And what better way to have him sated than letting him fuck you senseless out of pure unadulterated jealousy?
Pairing: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader
Theme: smut heaven
Contents: age gap, oral fixation, oral (f) receiving, masturbation, cum play, overstimulation, squirting, breeding kink, daddy & sir kink, unprotected, rough sex, angry sex, jealous!aaron, size difference, belly bulging, dirty talk, powerplay: boss/employee dynamic, pure filth, pussy-eater, bearded aaron.
You werenât sure what was waiting ahead when you accepted the job.Â
For one, it was a blessing, given your old employers were moving out of state and you couldnât go with them. They wanted to bring you, of course. They wanted you to come with them but you had to decline as you have plans of your own after you finish your studies. It was a hard decision to make. You were with the family for almost three years, they helped you through University so you donât drown in student loans and debt, and the kids loved you as much as you loved them. Even without telling you, you could tell their parents felt bad youâre losing your only financial support at the moment.
That was when Jessica was sent to you like an angel in disguise.
She was an acquaintance; a close friend to your employers, so in a way you knew the woman and some bits of her life. You knew that she was taking care of her nephew, although occasionally; a young kid named Jack. You knew that she loved looking after him but her new promotion at work demanded more and more of her time, so she and her brother-in-law had to look for extra help. Apparently, Jackâs father was a very busy man, as you were told.
And that was when you became part of the Hotchners.
For them, you were heaven-sent.
âIâm fine, JessâŚâ you mumbled over the phone as you read the street sign quietly. You were almost there, almost, heaving a little as you dragged your suitcase behind you. âOf course, Iâm nervous⌠you know how it is. Iâm not very good withâŚâ
âKids?â you heard her breathy laughter at the other line, more teasing than incredulous.
You chuckled in return, shaking your head. âFathers, actually. Itâs different talking to women and knowing how exactly they want things to be done. Fathers arenât like that. They expectâ they just expect you to figure out everything.â
âAaron isnât like that,â she assured you, her voice kind. âYouâll see. He knows how he likes things and will tell you so. Heâs a good man.â
Your heart hammered against your chest. He knows how he likes things. And he will tell you so. Thatâs supposed to be an assurance, right? So, why on Earth were you blushing?
Must be because of those damn pictures, a voice in your head whispered. Last nightâ maybe it was the nerves, or your plain curiosity after hearing many stories about the man that you let yourself get swayed by temptation. You were not one to research about your employers. A brief personal background was always provided by the agency to ensure that employees like you will be in safe hands, and it has always been enough. But last night, for some reason, you felt the need to know him.
In the past week you were negotiating with Jessica, you never met Mr. Hotchner. You thought it was weird and so reckless of him. Heâs a federal agent. You expected him to be paranoid, careful at a fault. Why wouldnât he insist on meeting firsthand the stranger who will take care of his son? The one heâll let inside his home? It seemed like he didnât care at all. All you knew was he was out on a case and wouldnât be home at least for a couple more days. You donât even know what this man looks like.
You met his son three days ago, though, and you already love the kid. Jack was a little shy at first, soft-spoken, but cheeky as he was polite. You wondered since then if he got that from his father. But you thought it was unlikely when you started digging information from the internet.
âSo seriousâŚâ you whispered as you plucked the cherry from the stem, chewing slowly as you continued scrolling through the available pictures of him on the web.Â
There were YouTube links that also popped out when you typed in his name. You knew heâs some kind of bigshot fed but it still shocked you when you realized Mr. Hotchner had to stand in front of the camera and make public announcements on the news. It was impossible not to notice that face. But the least you could say is he looks good. Then you had to stop yourself there and divert your attention to the flaws you could pinpoint.
He looks strict and scary. In every video you opened, there was a tight frown on his face. It looks like he barely smiles or doesnât know how to, and that heâs always constipated. What a poor man. You could already imagine your days in their household getting shouted at for being clumsy.
âYouâre here! Dad, sheâs here! Dad! Sheâs here!â the familiar voice of a young boy cut through your thoughts.Â
You stood still outside the closed gate of your new residence, peering over where a kid was running toward your direction, and an older man distractedly dribbling a basketball in a mini court. He was topless and sweaty. His arms strong, his muscles taut. And even from a distance, you could tell that he was watching you, too.
Then your eyes met and he smiled, warm and so kind.
At that moment you knew that this wouldnât be bad after all.
You glanced at the clock on the wall. Itâs lateâ later than you realized and Aaron still wasnât home after a long day in the office. Youâve learned not to worry too much as youâve grown accustomed to his late nights. He always comes home to you and Jack. But every night, there was a part of you that couldnât fully relax until you heard the sound of his key in the door.
The clock just struck half past 10 oâclock. Most of the lights were already dimmed and the house was filled with silence. Jack had just gone to bed. These past few days, you realized how things changed. It took you almost an hour to convince him to get off his iPad and stop the game he was playing with his friends, and another hour before he fell asleep reading you his book of choice for this week. Which explains why youâre still up at this hour.
The soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen was the only sound that accompanied you as you moved through the living room, gathering up Jackâs scattered Lego blocks and soldier figurines. It was all over the place. You told him countless times to clean up his mess before eating dinner, but he just shrugged you off and told you heâd clean it up later. Hours passed by and he seemed to forget about his promise as he was already engrossed with the weird game he was playing on his iPad.Â
Jack was growing fast. And as much as the thought put an ache in your heart, you knew this was also inevitable.
But the thing is, you have no idea how you should deal with these changes. You didnât dare scold him, noâ considering your growing relationship with his father. You didnât want him to think that you were crossing the line of acting like his mother, or a replacement for her. So, you thought it was better you wait for Aaron to come home and bring up this issue instead.
Another deep sigh escaped your lips as you bent down to pick up another handful of Lego blocks. Youâre ready to go to bed, already clad in your satin nightgown, a pale pink that clings to your curves; feeling soft and smooth against your skin. The thin straps would occasionally slip off your shoulders as you reach for more toys, and the hem would brush against your thighs as you move.
âDidnât think youâd still be upâŚâ
You froze at the voice, still bent over, before straightening up and turning toward the entryway just as Aaron stepped inside.Â
His presence filled the space immediately. Heâs still in his work clothesâ a dark suit that looks a little rumpled from the long day, his tie loosened and his shirt collar open. His hair was slightly disheveled, and you noticed the tiredness in his eyes that he tried to hide as he closed the door behind.
For a moment, his eyes lingered on you, taking in the way the satin nightgown hugged your body, the fabric clinging to the curve of your hips, the way the hem fluttered around your thighs. There was a brief flicker of something in his gaze, appreciative, and scandalously lustful. You saw the slight tug at the corner of his lips behind his thick beard.
âHi, gorgeous,â he greeted.
Your heart did that familiar, annoying little skip when he languidly crossed the room and caged you in his arms. He sighed deeply, kissed your forehead then your lips, before resting his cheeks at the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
âRough day, Mr. Hotchner?â you wanted to tease him, but with his hot breath fanning over your neck, the coarse hair of his beard against your skin, your words came out breathless.
You heard him groan, his voice low and a little rough when he said, âYou have no idea, baby. Why are you still up, anyway? Did Jack gave you a hard time?â
âHeâs just growing, Aaron. Thatâs how it is.â
âSo he did?â he concluded, âIâll talk to him, baby. Thereâs just too much going on at work.â
You hummed and nodded, running your fingers through his hair, understanding and supporting him without needing any details. Youâve never pressed him for specifics about his work and you know that Aaron was carrying enough weight on his shoulders without you adding to it. But even so, there was something in his tone and the exhaustion in his face that made you hug him tighter.
âYouâre home now,â you said softly, massaging his scalp, âYou should sit down for a bit. I can make you something to eat if youâre hungry.â
Just then, you felt his teeth dug gently on the skin of your neck. âHow about I eat you instead?â
âAaronâŚâ you couldnât help but giggle, ignoring the flutter of nerves in your stomach.
âHmm?âÂ
âNot here.â
He let out a soft grunt. âYou smell heavenly, baby. I want to fuck you.â
His voice was raspy, gruff from all the grueling hours he spent in the office. You squirmed and chuckled quietly as you felt his lips trailing wet kisses on your neck, the soft curve of your shoulders, and even your jaw. His thick beard tickling you with every little movement.
You let out a sigh, clamping your thighs as you felt the heat dampening your cotton underwear. âNot here, Aaron. Iâll finish- Iâll clean up this mess first.â
He didnât seem to hear you. The rough pad of his calloused palm roamed and caressed every inch of your clothed body. His hands moved to the curve of your ass, the swell of your breast, kneading your tits roughly on his hands while rolling your now sensitive nipples in between his thick fingers.
âI missed you so much, angelâŚâ he said in a whisper, âI canât get enough of your little pussy. You make me so hard, feel that?â
He guided your hand to the obvious bulge in his pants. Although that idea thrilled you, your fingers trembled in embarrassment and anticipation. You glanced up at him with wide, innocent eyes, your breath caught in your throat, while he hissed as you softly cupped and pressed your palm on his restrained cock, moving your hand experimentally in circles.
âFuck,â he grunted your name, you even saw a muscle twitch on his tight jaw. âSaw you innocently bent over when I stepped into that door. Itâs almost like youâre begging someone to ruin your tight cunt, is that right, angel?â
His hand found the dampness in between your legs, already pressing his thumb on your aching clit, yet it was the crudeness of his words that made you whimper. âS-sirâŚâ
âUse your big words, sweet girl.â
âNot s-someone, sirâŚâ you admitted. âJust you. W-want you to use me.â
A satisfied smile played on his lips.
âI know, baby. Want me to fuck you with my big cock, donât you? Always fucking ready to spread your legs for me, is that right?â
You nodded dumbly, blinking up at him.Â
âAre you a whore?â
âN-no...â you said unsurely, âNo, daddy. Not a w-whore.â
The dark look in his eyes brought you back to the memories of earlier in the morning. He gave you a small smile. âYouâre daddyâs baby, I know, little girl.â
Like he always does, Aaron woke you up earlier with his face buried between your legs. He was lapping your dripping cunt like a madman, licking and sucking with his expert mouth. Two of his thick fingers were pushed deep inside you, making a lewd squelching sound as he nudged the sweet bundle of nerves inside. Your legs were trembling uncontrollably all you could do was moan and tug on Aaronâs hair. When he looked up to see your face, his beard was wet and a string of saliva was hanging from his lips and to your puffy folds.
You already came twice today. One from his mouth, as promised. And one from his big, leaking cock. He had your legs wide open, his hand pressed on the back of your thighs until you were folded almost in half, and rammed his big cock in and out of your weeping cunt with vigor. His eyes were focused on where you were both connected, watching in awe how you willingly swallow his thick cock in your body. He enjoyed watching the bulge appear in your stomach with every deep thrust.
He called you sweet names as he came inside you, flooding your womb with his warm cum. It took him all the self-control (and a message from Morgan) not to bend you again over the sink as he watched you walk to the bathroom, his release slowly dripping down your legs. And he wished you only knew how he wanted to push it back inside and keep his cock buried in your raw cunt for the rest of the day.
- - - - - - - â â
The Saturday sun beamed over the soccer field where kids are darting back and forth in a burst of energy. The sidelines were lined with parents and family members, all chatting and watching the game with varying degrees of attention. You were standing among them, your eyes following Jack as he weaved between the other kids, his face bright with determination. Every now and then, his laughter carries across the field, and you couldnât help but smile as well.
Aaron was beside you, his arms crossed as he watched Jack with that focused intensity he always seemed to have when it comes to his son. You could tell that as much as they were both competitive, he was worried that some accidents may happen.Â
âIâm going to check in with Jack for a minute,â Aaron informed you as he let go of your intertwined hand, nodding toward the bench where Jack was sitting during a break. âBe right back.â
You nodded and watched in silence as Aaron strode across the field toward Jack, the sun catching in his dark hair. You took a deep breath, relaxing a little now that you were alone for a moment. It feels good to be outside, to be with Aaron, but you hate the weird glances some mothers were throwing at you. As if you were doing something illegal.
Just as you were about to take a seat on one of the folding chairs, a familiar man approached you from the side, his expression friendly. You recognized him as one of the other parents and father of one of Jackâs friends at school, though you donât recall his name right away. He was tall, with sandy blond hair and a warm, easygoing smile.
âHey there,â he said with a chuckle, gesturing toward the field. âQuite a game, huh?â
You smiled back, letting out a small laugh. âTell me about it. My bones could never. Iâm exhausted just watching them.â
The man laughed, then glanced over at the field before turning his attention back to you. âIâm Tom, by the way,â he said, offering his hand. âIâve seen you around a few times⌠and my son told me last night he and Jack partnered for the bake sale activity at school.â
You shook his hand. âI think I recall Jack telling me about that bake sale. Is Jake your son?â
âYes, thatâs the one,â Tom replied, nodding fast and chuckling. âI thought youâd think Iâm just making up excuses to come up to a pretty woman and start chatting with herââ
âPretty woman?â you smiled at the compliment, glancing up at him.
âWell, yeah. AnywayâŚâ Tom grinned shyly, clearly pleased. âYeah, my son was crazy about beating the other boys or something like that. Tell you honestly, I have no idea what to bring. Iâm useless in the kitchen, but I donât want to be that guy who just shows up with store-bought stuff, you know?â
You laughed softly, nodding in understanding. âI do get it. But itâs a good thing they can choose a partner. If you want, I could help you out. I make a pretty mean batch of cookies.â
Tomâs face lit up with genuine gratitude. âReally? That would be amazing. I mean, only if you have time to accommodateâ I donât want to impose.â
âOh, itâs no trouble at all,â you waved off his concern. âI like baking, plus I can invite Jake to come over so I have another little assistant.â
âOr me?â The man teased. âJust kidding. That would be incredible. You just saved me from embarrassment. The old ladies at school⌠theyâre very, you know.â
The sound of your laughter tangled in the air. But as the laughter fades, you felt a subtle shift in the air. You unconsciously wandered your eyes around and realized Aaron was standing just a few feet away, his eyes trained on you and Tom, his expression intense. His strong arms were crossed, and there was a tightness in his jaw that wasnât there before.
âHey,â you greeted, offering Aaron a small smile as he stepped closer. âEverything okay with Jack?â
Aaron nodded, though his eyes briefly flickered over to Tom, taking in the easy conversation youâve been having. âHeâs fine,â Aaron replied, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of something sharper, something controlled. âJust needed a little pep talk.â
Tom, the poor man oblivious to the tension, smiled at Aaron and offered his hand. âHi, Iâm Tom. We were just talking about the kidsâ upcoming school bake sale.â
Aaron shook his hand, but there was a slight stiffness to the gesture. âAaron Hotchner. Jackâs father.â
Tom nodded, then focused back on you. âThanks again for the offer. If itâs alright, I was thinkingâ maybe I should grab your number? You know, just so we can coordinate for the bake sale and all that. Would make it easier to figure out what to bring.â
He was just being friendly and practical, thatâs what you know. But the suggestion lingered in the air awkwardly. You could feel Aaron tense beside you, the shift in his posture subtle but unmistakable. With hesitation, you glanced at Aaron out of the corner of your eye. His expression has hardened, his jaw clenched just enough to be noticeable, and there was a flash of something dangerous in his eyesâsomething possessive, territorial even.Â
âI donât think thatâs necessary,â Aaron stepped in, his voice low and edged with barely restrained anger. âIf you need anything, you can go through me.â
Tom blinked, clearly caught off guard. He forced out a chuckle, trying to brush off the tension with a good-natured grin. âI didnât mean anything by it, man. Just thought itâd be easierââ
âYou donât need her number for that.â
You swallowed hard, feeling everyoneâs attention on the growing commotion. Aaronâs eyes were still fixed on Tom, his stance rigid, his body language screaming of a barely controlled fury. This wasnât just about the number.
Tom raised his hands slightly, clearly trying to defuse the situation. âHey, no problem,â he said, though there was a hint of confusion in his eyes as he glanced between you and Aaron. âDidnât mean to step on any toes.â
You forced a tight smile, trying to lighten the mood. âThanks, Tom. Maybe we can let the kids decide and start there.â
Tom nodded again. âYeah, sure. Iâll catch you both around.â He gave a quick wave before turning and walking back toward the crowd of parents, his pace a bit quicker than before.
As soon as Tom was out of earshot, the silence between you and Aaron felt heavy. You could feel the heat of Aaronâs anger, his jaw still clenched as he silently watched Tom disappear into the distance.
You glanced up at Aaron, raising an eyebrow in confusion. âWhat was that about?â
âWhat?â Aaron finally tore his gaze away from Tom, turning to face you. There was a storm in his eyes, it made your breath catch. âI didnât like the way he was looking at you,â he admitted, his voice rougher than before. Then he mumbled, âOr him having your number. Why would he have your fucking number for? Bake sale and all that, that fucking idiot.â
You grimaced at his admission, of how easily he admitted what he felt. Youâve never seen Aaron like this beforeâ so openly protective, so possessiveâ and it stirred something deep inside you that was too intense to put a name on.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. âHe was just being friendly, Aaron. It was harmless.â
âMaybe to you,â His voice was still tensed as he retorted. âBut I didnât trust him. And I donât like the idea of other men thinking they can just⌠move in like that.â
You bit back a smile, a little amused by his jealousy.
âWe were talking about bake sales, not making any plans to run off together,â you nudged his arm with your elbow teasingly.
Aaron took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he stared down at you. âOh, so you can joke. Do you think this is funny?â
âWhat? Of course noââ
âJack will be out on a sleepover,â he leaned closer to your ear just to whisper, âWeâll fucking talk later, hm? Save your explanations âcause Iâll fuck you like a whore.â
Your breath staggered as you pressed your lips shut. You knew by then that it was going to be a long, long night.
- - - - - - - â â
The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang as you and Aaron stumbled inside, your bodies pressed tightly together. His big, calloused hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him, his fingers digging into your skin as your mouths crashed together in a rough, desperate kiss.
Everything felt hazy, like you were moving through a dream, but there was nothing gentle about the way you were kissing him, or the way his hands were gripping you. It felt like he couldnât get close enough. It was frantic, dirty, almost reckless, as if both of you were on the verge of losing control and neither of you cared.
You barely noticed the door swing shut behind you as Aaron pushed you roughly up against the wall, his mouth never leaving yours, his breath hot and uneven as he kissed you like it was the only thing keeping him alive. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through your body, but the only thing you could focus on was himâ his scent, his warmth, the feeling of his lips on yours, the way his strong body felt pressed up against you.
âAaronâŚâ you managed to gasp out between kisses, your voice breathless. You could barely think, your mind clouded with desire, but his name slipped from your lips like a plea, a litany. âD-daddy... slow- slow... down...â
His hands were everywhereâ on your waist, your hips, sliding down to the curve of your thighs as he gripped you tightly, pressing his bulge against your needy cunt. You gasped into his mouth, the sound swallowed by another fierce kiss as his body pinned you harder against the wall, pressing you there as if you might disappear if he let go.
âIâm s-sorry⌠D-daddy, pleaseâŚâ
âPlease what?â he groaned against your mouth, his lips trailing down to your jaw, then to your neck, the coarse hair on his chin scraping against your skin as he kissed a heated path down your throat. âNow youâre sorry? Bet you fucking liked the attention earlier. Thought you arenât a whore?â
âNo. Iâm sorry, daddy. Iâm sorry. Iâm notââ
His rough hands slid up your sides, gripping the hem of your shirt and yanking it up and over your head with a quick, impatient movement. The cool air hit your skin, but it was immediately replaced by the warmth of his touch as his hands moved over your bare skin, his fingers digging into your flesh like he wanted his mark so deeply ingrained in your skin and your whole being.
âFeels like youâre forgetting who you belong to.â
You shook you head, moaning as you felt his hand travel closer to your heat. âNo, no. I belong to you, sir. Only you. Iâm so sorry, daddy.â
âAre you?â he barked a taunting laugh. âAnd why do you belong to me then, little girl? Why does this pussy belong to me?â
âBecause⌠b-because you take care of m-me, daddy.â
âI fucking do, donât I?â he remarked, tracing soft circles on your clit through the rough fabric of your jeans. âAnd Iâm so fucking good to you. So why are you fucking ungrateful, angel? Batting your eyelashes and giggling with other men like a cheap whore on the streets?â
You felt like crying. Tears welled at the corner of your eyes, your heart hammering painfully against your chest. You messed up and now heâs mad. But you donât like the words coming out of his mouth. You only want to be daddyâs good girl.
âIâm s-sorry, sir. Wonât happen again, I-I promise.â
âNo, baby. I bet you it wonât,â he pulled back for a second, his eyes dark and filled with something primal, his chest rising and falling with the force of his ragged breaths. âIâll fuck you until your little bellyâs round with my cum and youâre pregnant with my child. Iâll knock you up so every man will know whose cock split your tight cunt open. You like that, little girl? You want to be a good whore for daddy?â
You nodded and grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him back down to you, crashing your lips together again as the two of you stumbled further into the room, barely able to focus on anything but each other. Your legs hit the edge of the couch, and before you know it, Aaron was already manspreading in front of you, while you knelt in front of him, your hands laid on your lap.
âAtta girl, look at you,â you keened at the praise, biting on your lower lip as you waited patiently for him to remove his shirt and finish unbuckling his belt.
âCan- can I suck your cock, s-sir?â you said weakly. âPlease?â
Aaron hissed as his cock sprang free, slapping the base of his soft stomach. His cock was already hard and leaking, the tip shiny with beads of precum. Your mouth watered at the sight. But still, you waited for his permission, glancing up at him innocently, patiently.
He leaned on the couch and pumped his length slowly, an amused smirk on his lips. âRemove your pants.â
You whimpered and did what he told you. That wasnât the permission you were waiting for but still you obliged eagerly. Your eyes focused on his hand slowly fisting his hardening cock before glancing up and meeting his eyes. Aaron let out a deep breath as he took in your naked body, your tits, your now swollen lips, and even your thighs that you were subtly rubbing to create some friction.
âPlay with your tits, baby,â he said gruffly, âPut on a show for me like a good girl. Go on.â
There was something possessive in his gaze, a wildness that youâd never seen in him before, but it sent a thrill directly through your wet core. You played with your tits, kneaded the soft mound, and pinched your nipples making you whimper pathetically.
Aaron pumped his cock a little faster, his hungry eyes following your movements. âSpread your legs, want to see that pussy of yours.â
It felt humiliating, to scamper on your knees to follow his orders. But still you did. Because the moment you opened your legs for him, Aaron let out a loud growl and gripped his cock tightly on his fist, as if he was trying not to cum just by the sight of your wet cunt. You felt happy with his reaction.
With trembling fingers, you opened your puffy folds to show him how much you desired to be fucked, your clit swollen, your cunt desperately fluttering and clenching on nothing.
âIs that all for me?â
You nodded, your body tingling with pleasure and pride.
âD-daddyâŚâ you sounded meek, all up for the taking. âWant you, p-please. Sir, please? Please?â
You can feel the heat radiating off him, the way his chest rises and falls with each ragged breath as he thumbed the leaking tip of his big and veiny cock. In a swift movement, he grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you harder, deeper, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made you sigh in relief.
âRide my cock then. Show me how much you want it.â
There was hunger in him that matched your own. The sound of your highpitched whining and Aaronâs deep grunt weaved through the air. You sank down his big cock, your cunt clenching to accommodate his girth. Aaron was so big you donât think itâs possible to get used to it, the burn of the stretch was there, but it was heady and intoxicating.
âAaron,â you whispered again, your voice trembling with need as your fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him closer, needing more, needing him. The intensity was overwhelming, but you canât stopâyou donât want to stop. âD-daddy, help. Help, please.â
âPathetic,â he growled against your lips. With one sharp thrust, he plunged the rest of his cock into your raw cunt.
âT-thank you, sirâŚâ you mewled at the feeling, grounding your hips in slow circles. âGood- feels g-goodâŚâ
His lips trailed back down your neck, your collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His beard scratched your skin. Every touch, every kiss, feels like fire, igniting something primal deep inside of you that you hadnât even realized was there.
âDoes it, angel? Whoâs making you feel good right now?â
You arched your back, pressing into him. âY-you, sir. J-just you...â
A harsh slap landed at the side of your thigh.Â
âLouder!â
âYou, d-daddy! Only y-you. OH MY GOD, AARON!â you screamed, hiding your flushed cheeks at the crook of his neck as Aaron plowed his cock so deep into your frail body. âYouâre making me feel g-good. You fuck me so well, daddy! I love your cock, you own me, you ow-â
You heard a low growl reverberate through his heaving chest. He propped his knees at the edge of the couch for better leverage. You felt his cock pulsating deep inside you, his thighs strong beneath your trembling legs. Your vision was blurry with unshed tears and the force of Aaronâs cock ramming inside you. The noise leaving his open lips was dirty, primal, so filthy all you could do was take it.
You let him ruin you.
Let him use you to his heart content.
Like thatâs all youâre worth for.
âIâll fuck my baby inside of you, little girl, âs that what you want?â he panted beneath you, his hips staggering a little. âIâll make you all round and pretty. Everyone will know whose whore you a-areâŚâ
Yes, yes, yes. You couldnât bring yourself to say. You just whimpered, your voice raw and absolutely fucked out. You just let yourself feel how his cock assaulted your tight, little cunt. There was a familiar coil in your stomach, and then the familiar squelching sound.
âI-Iâm s-â you squealed loudly, high-pitched and frantic. âI-Iâm coming, âm c-coming, daddy, ple-â
Aaron grunted and plunged his cock on a particularly deep thrust, feeling the tip nestle at the sweet bundle of sensitive nerves that made you roll your eyes. You felt Aaronâs cock slide out of your used pussy, a gush of clear release dampening Aaronâs belly and the floor below.
âF-fuck! Look at thatâŚâ
âOh- oh my go-â you bit your lower lip in overstimulation, yet you didnât do anything to protest when he thrust his thick cock inside again. âToo much⌠t-too much, sen-sensitive. D-daddy! P-please, no more!â
His cock slid out the second time you squirted. Another gush of release dampened the carpet below. The force was too overwhelming your knees buckled, your legs trembling uncontrollably. You heard Aaronâs pleasured grunt as you clenched even tighter around his cock, your velvety walls hugging his girth like it was molded to be there.
âS-stop, d-daddy! S-stopâŚâ
He scarcely heard you. You could feel every inch of him, the way his body moves against yours, the heat of his skin, the sweat, the strength in his hands as they explore every part of you. He groped you like you were nothing but a fucktoyâ one that he will discard the moment he finally got his release.
âSee this, little girl?â he grabbed your neck and forced you to look at your belly. You whined at the faint sight of his cock bulging against your skin. âThatâs h-how deep I am, you feel that? Thatâs how well you take me. G-good girl, baby.â
You nodded. âS-so deep, d-daddy. You make me feel s-so goodâŚâ
âIâm so closeâŚâ you heard him whisper.
You traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the tension beneath his skin as his breath hitched against your neck. With the rest of your energy left, you lifted yourself and met his desperate thrust. The sound was lewd, disgustingâ so wet and filthy.
The world outside disappearedâthere was no sound, no movement, no thoughts. Just Aaron. Just him and his big, girthy cock, and his desperate thrust. Beyond the heat of his body against yours, the endless ropes of warm cum flooded your fertile womb. You only closed your eyes and let him take you. Take everything he wants from you.
âItâs coming out of your pretty cunt, baby. Look, youâre so full of my cumâŚâ Aaron said in awe a moment later. He got you lying on your back on the couch, your legs wide open, while he knelt in front of you. He prodded your puffy folds with wide, hungry eyes. âFuck, youâre so messy, angel.â
He licked the cum that dripped out of you. Your cunt felt raw and sore. Too used. So you whimpered as a protest. Youâre too sensitive. Too sated. Too much. Too much. Too muchâ
Aaron smiled smugly when he saw the drunk look on your face.
âGive me one more, angel?â
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I love your Aaron Hotchner stuff oh my god-
I wanted to challenge you to write a Hotch x nanny!reader!! Like he hires her to be on call to take care of Jack while he's away and he comes home late after a case and he's just beat the fuck up and tired and Jack's asleep???
I don't know maybe some spiiiiiice???
If you don't want to write too much spice, tension would be much appreciatedđ
I love this and I definitely am not against some spice. Thank you for reading and loving my work! It means the literal world to meâ¤ď¸
A loud yawn escapes me as the front door clicks open, my head craning to watch Aaron stumble in the door and toss his bag and keys down onto the ground.
"Welcome home, SSA Hotchner." I grin, folding my legs underneath me as I lower the volume on the TV, frowning when I see him gripping his side. He gives me a sad excuse for a wave as he sucks a breath in, kicking his shoes and jacket off before making his way into the kitchen.
"Is Jack asleep?" He calls out and I can hear the faucet running.
"Out like a light. Went down about an hour ago- are you okay." I ask, watching him appear once more with a glass of water that he sucks down almost immediately before plopping down beside me on the couch.
He looks exhausted and run down, brows furrowed in pain as he attempts to get comfortable, bruises littering the small part of his collarbone and chest that I can see peeking out from behind his shirt.
"Rough chase with an unsub. I went down after three shots the vest." He lifts the corner of his shirt, revealing the deep, black bruises littering his left side and I audibly gasp. "Bruised ribs, mild concussion- I'm fine." His reassurance doesn't go too far with me though, my head spinning with worried thoughts and my heart slams against my ribs.
"Were you seen by a doctor or did you do the very man-thing of skipping that part and coming directly home?" I ask with a chastising tone and a tired look passes across his expression.
"I wanted to be home with Jack." He sighs, running hand through his hair, chin tilting back so he can rest his head against the cushions. "To see you." My heart flutters at his confession and I can't fight the smile that spreads across my lips.
"Well, I'll admit that's sweet but I'm not going to ignore the fact that you're hurting."
"I'll be fine. Rossi told me to take a few days." I blow out a breath of relief, happy that he can at least have a few days to heal and recover.
"Oh so you're officially house ridden for once?" I tease. "Looks like you won't be needing me then." I wonder if he'll take my bait, if he'll ask me to stay and take care of him and Jack- like he'll give me confirmation that this back and forth game we've been playing isn't just in my head.
"Well..." He trails off with a struggled shrug.
"Well what?"
"I don't know. You could come over still." He offers bashfully. "Jack likes your company. I like your company too." I grin, fisting my hands in my lap as I try not to audibly squeal out of pure happiness and relief but he must take my silence as hesitancy. "Unless you don't want to, I completely understand-"
"No, no. I'd love to still come over." I agree. "Guess I'm a nanny and a nurse for the next few days. Looks like we need to talk about a pay raise-" My words are silenced by the feeling of his lips against mine, strong hand resting against my cheek to guide me through a heated kiss that seems to have been months in the making. My body melts against his and I momentarily forget about his bruises when my hand lifts to rest against his chest. The movement sends him flying back, wincing while reaching to grip where I had touched him but I can't apologize because all I can think of is the feeling of his lips on mine. "You kissed me." I whisper breathlessly.
"I think I did." He nods, eyes avoiding mine as my fingers brush against my lips, feeling the ghost of a kiss.
"Yeah? You think?" I giggle, reaching out to whack his thigh playfully.
"I'm sorry, that was totally inappropriate-"
"No, no it wasn't." I wave his concerns off with a huge grin on my lips and it seems to reassure him enough to loosen his tense shoulders, a smile that matches mine appearing on his lips moments later. "It looks like my pay raise is going from nanny to girlfriend?"
"Looks like it."
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