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Giving Up Control - Fixture 1

A is for Anal Prep

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Summary: You and Aaron had been living together for just over a month now, your sex life exploding with the opportunities your move-in provided you. Now, you felt ready to take the one step you never had in any of your previous relationships. But of course your boyfriend is very insistent on dragging the whole process out!

Kink: Anal Prep

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2520

Prompts: Written for @/hotchafterhours’s Challenge; “I told you to be quiet” + “ I told you to stay still”

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content, consensual sex, D/S dynamics, anal play, anal prep, PIV sex, minor degradation, allusions to pet-play, slightly dismissive!dom, condescending!top, sex toys-butt plugs, spanking, a little aftercare, well negotiated kink, established relationship and established signals for consent, brain fuzzies, mentions of humping, unprotected sex Aaron Hotchner being daddy!

Names Used: Sir, Daddy, Sweetheart, Pet, Puppy, Pup, Princess, Slut, Sweetie, Love

Author's Note: This is my first time posting something this smutty! The buildup is a lot for very little action ngl, mainly cuz my focus was on the buildup, I guess! Also use protection, yada yada. You should not take advice from smut, especially if its been written by someone who scored a 92 on the rice purity test (aka me). Also, I went kind of easy on the prompt, saving some of the naughtiness for later!

Banner and Divider by @maysdigitalarts <3

“Sir, I’m ready,” you told him, taking a deep breath before entering the living room, waiting for his permission to come to a crawl before him. Aaron barely spared you a glance up from his newspaper, choosing to make you wait until he was done reading the day’s print.

Closing the morning’s news, he looked fondly at you - head gazing down, hands held behind you, back slightly arched, feet gracefully set together. He could tell that you were trying your hardest not to look back up at him, shivering a little as you felt the room’s chill on your bare self. “Come here, sweetheart,” he beckoned you forward, reaching out to pull you into his arms when you crawled close enough towards him on the couch.

“Daddy needs to watch the evening news, pet. So you have to be quiet for me as I stretch you out, okay?” He told you with a kiss to your forehead. “Now be a good girl, and stay still,” he ordered while he pulled you in closer as he turned on the TV. Your head snuggled into his neck, your hardening nipples rubbing against his soft black t-shirt with every breath you took, you did your best to stay as still as you could. The sound of his heartbeat and the warmth of his hands rubbing circles into your back, slowed your pacing mind. Relaxing your stiff body into him, your mind grew fuzzier, forgetting what you were so anxious for.

You and Aaron had been living together for just over a month now, your sex life exploding with the new opportunities your move-in provided you. Now, you felt ready to take the one step you never had in any of your previous relationships, so much so you had been begging him for the better part of the last week to finally take your ass. But Aaron had wanted to wait and was very insistent on dragging out the whole process over a weekend, so he could ease you into it and stay with you after.

A few minutes after he felt you relax - gentle kisses absentmindedly pressed into your hair, your cheek, anywhere he could reach without looking away from the television - he grabbed the bottle of lube he had ready next to him, flicking it open. Slightly startled out of your cozy headspace, you let out a low whimper, nuzzling deeper into Aaron’s neck, only to stiffen when you feel the impact of his heavy hand against your bum. “What did I tell you pup? You need to stay still and be quiet,” he softly reprimanded, moving his arm to support your waist. Feeling you start to apologize, he shushes you with a light tap to your hip - “No more words from you, puppy, unless you need us to stop or pause.”

With your silent affirmation, he uses his arms to move you slightly further away from him, your now wet pussy pressed harder on his jean-clad thigh, spreading your cheeks apart. “Hold me tighter, pet,” he ordered softly, making tiny adjustments to your posture upon your compliance, his eyes never leaving the TV screen. You brace yourself feeling the cold of the lubricant moving down your crack, Aaron’s warm fingers joining it, drawing circles around and over your puckered hole. Biting your lips, you hold a gasp of pleasure, feeling flustered by the novelty of his bigger fingers tracing over such a taboo part of you and his indifference to your wanton state. Hearing your heavier breathing, Aaron smiles and increases the pacing of his circles, the pressure placed as he prods your hole growing until you start to stiffen. “Relax princess,” he rubs your back with his free hand, “Just focus on your breathing for me. Now push out a little.” He slowly slid in the tip of his forefinger and stopped. You hold onto your breath, unsure of how to feel, releasing just as you think that he wasn’t going to move, which was exactly when Aaron decided to probe in deeper, only to draw his finger out before you could react. You feel the coldness again, slowly pressing into your hole, the heat of his finger following it, stretching you out more than you had ever experienced. Aaron altered between thrusting his sole finger in and out of you, pressing on your walls, and simply holding it in, all without acknowledging you. And through it all, you stayed silent and still, struggling not to start humping his thigh or let out a moan.

Deciding that you were more than ready for a second finger, Aaron slowly pushed in his slicked middle and index finger in, catching you by surprise, your walls clamping down on his long digits. “Relax slut,” Aaron growled in apparent displeasure, gritting his teeth and holding you slightly tighter, just to hold himself together longer. It was taking all of his effort not to just take you then and there, your arousal and the tight heat surrounding his fingers close to making him break his composure. You very consciously loosened your grip over his fingers, tears clouding your already dazed eyes. It was taking all of your effort to not just beg him to go faster, to forget your ass and just fuck your dripping cunt. Aaron chooses to rest his fingers in for a few minutes to let you settle and get used to the new invasion. You swear you could feel your heart drop to your untouched heat when his two fingers finally thrust in the furthest they could and slowly spread inside of you, scissoring you open. “Daddy,” you choked out followed by a litany of wordless pleas, unable to keep the sounds of your desperation to yourself.

With a sigh, Aaron withdrew from your little star, giving your left cheek a swift yet harsh spank, “I told you to be quiet. You need to behave for me.” Grasping onto the globes of your ass with his two hands, he repositions your body so you’re spread across his lap, face down between your arms, on the couch, your rump raised to give Aaron the best view desired. After wiping his clean left hand on the soft skin of your thighs, he reaches to your head, nudging you to lay on its side, so that he can see your pretty face at his pleasure. He smiles as he sees your yearning expression, glassy-eyed, paths drawn on your cheeks by stray tears, shallow breaths waiting in anticipation for his next move. “Check, sweetheart,” he asks, his grin widening when you bring your hand toward his and tap it, resting it back by your side when you hear him chuckle.

Grabbing the lube, remote, and other unseen supplies from his other side and placing them on the arch of your back, he gives you a warning, “If any of these fall, I will not be happy. Now, no more disturbances from you, just let daddy do all of the work.” With a few more soft spanks, aimed only to startle, he resumes his ministrations, re-lubing two of his fingers and slowly opening you up again. Aaron was bent on taking his time with you; he knew that his instructions would have you keyed up, magnifying every movement of his. The newscasters on his screen were almost concluding their current segment; their voices droned in the background of your foggy mind, the only person you were paying attention to maintaining his calming silence.

The subsequent commercial break had him far more engrossed than one would think possible. Despite how loose your ass was starting to feel, Aaron wasn’t sure you were ready just yet for a third finger, but you craved to feel more, somewhere - hell, anywhere. Your hardened nips still pressed against the much rougher couch, the weight of his hand resting against your ass, his fingers scissoring you open, pressing against the walls of your pussy, your folds fluttering around nothing but the cold air surrounding it - it was all becoming unbearable, and you had to bite your lips again to keep yourself from thrusting back at him. Your arousal heightening, your wetness becoming almost impossible to ignore. You felt the barest trace of his fingers along your puffy lips and bite harder to hold in all of your sounds, a task proving to be more impossible by the minute as Aaron kept teasing you, a soft slap keeping you in your place whenever you moved or made a sound.

The weather forecast commencing, you feel a third finger prodding at your nether entrance, the stretch when he finally slides it in has your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a much louder moan escaping you that he seems to ignore. His fingers play with your ass, scissoring and thrusting, no longer paying heed to any other part of you. As the news comes to a stop, so does he, his free hand grabbing something from on top of your back. As he releases his hand from your ass, you feel a cold and heavy object push into you. “Push out, sweetie,” he reminds you. Once fully seated in, the plug - you realize - presses against your walls and fills you in a way you hadn’t known possible. Giving you a few minutes to rest on his lap and get acclimated, he rids your back of what it had held. Patting your wet core with his clean hand, he nudges you, “Off the couch, pet. Good. Kneel.” You let out a groan as the movement makes the plug’s presence far well known. Eyes cast down at his feet, you watch as he walks away, and do all you can not to start begging him to let you just hump his shoes - an act that pervades you with the most wicked and wonderful humiliation.

Having washed up, Aaron returns, smiling at the sight of you, restless on your knees, unconsciously rubbing your heat onto anything it could feel. You two would have a talk about that tomorrow. “Bedroom now, pup,” he directs you, enjoying the sight of you crawling towards, then past him, to the foot of your bed. He makes his way, sitting down after patting your head softly. He pulls you into his arms, and you’re straddling his thighs again, reminiscent of your position on the couch.

His previous adoration is abandoned when he feels your arousal drenching through his pants. “You’ve been leaking like a tap all evening, just a little slut for me, right pup?” his strained voice growled in your ear. Unpleased with your incoherent whimpers, he nipped softly at your ear, breaking you out of your trance, “I asked you a question.” “Only for you, daddy,” you yelp out, as his hands tighten over the expanse of your skin.

“Have you been good for me, pup?” he asks, once again pulling you further down his thigh, the tantalizing rub of his denim jeans against your clit and your pussy almost too much to bear after your long evening. “Yes, daddy,” you moan, too lost in the feeling of his eyes’ gaze upon you, his calloused hands, the denim, the plug - just everything that was now out to get you. “Oh, were you now?” Aaron scoffs, “What did I tell you to do when we started?” “I - I-” you start to blubber, your head too fuzzy to be able to answer. Sighing, he lifts you, leaning your weight against him, your head resting on his shoulder again, arms clinging on to him for support.

“I told you to stay still,” he tells you with a spank to your left cheek, the impact and surprise causing you to clench around the plug nestled in your hole, the circles he then rubs into your smarting skin making you clench harder and moan out. “And what else? I told you to be quiet,” he chuckled as he felt you clench again in anticipation of another resounding smack. The air leaves your lungs when instead, you feel him start to toy with the plug in your ass, twisting it around slightly. You gasp out a broken “daddy,” eliciting another chuckle from him. “Just what do I do with you, pup?” he asks before pressing a kiss into the nape of your neck.

“Daddy please,” you beg, “need you.” You seem to cling to him harder than he thought possible. “It’s okay, pet, we’ll continue that conversation tomorrow.” He holds on to you as he lifts himself up and goes to lay you down on your bed. “Ass up,” he commands, watching you assume the position, your body tensing, then relaxing slowly when you hear the sound of his clothes coming off.

You feel him behind you, his hardened length teasing your entrance. His hands make their way up your thighs, settling on your waist. Your back is peppered with kisses as he shifts closer, his right hand trailing up your sides coming to a stop near your own. “Check, princess,” he asks, squeezing your hand in his after you finish tapping your assent and pulling it back to your waist. “I’m glad love, now no more silence from you, you can be as loud as you need.”

Hardly done talking, he pushes all the way into you with no warning, his groan only muffled by your own moan. Composure long lost, his pace becomes punishing far quicker than you were used to, only serving to excite you more after suffering hours of neglect to your pussy. “Sir,” you keened, unable to form any thoughts, thrusting back as best as you could. Stuffed to the brim as one of his hands start toying with your plug again, the indescribable feeling of being filled so deep and by so much while having everything fucked out of you pushing you closer to the edge. His thrusts slowing as he approached his high, he reached his other arm below you to tease your untouched nub, your gasps, and whimpers growing louder. With one final, harsh drive into you, hitting that one spot, you can feel him cum inside you, his groans and the new weight of him resting harder on you toppling you over into a climax of your own. Eyes squeezed shut tight, your body contracts, sucking him in deeper as you let out a strangled cry, nails digging into your bed, his fingers playing with your clit despite his exhaustion. As you climb down from your high, your cries silence and you let out a shudder as you’re repositioned to lie snuggled up to your boyfriend.

Your breaths slow down, the aftershocks that have you twitching in his strong arms leaving you. Your head clearing, you open your eyes to see Aaron’s brown eyes studying your face, a soft smile adorning his. Pulling you in closer for the first real kiss of the evening, he lets out a happy sigh. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he starts to shift, stopping as you nestle yourself in closer for ‘just a few more minutes,’ and just for a few more minutes, you bask in each other’s embrace.

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Hi! I know its super super late (just past 11:30 for me!) but i finally finished writinh and editing and building up my courage to post and so here’s my submission for this month’s challenge! I hope it isn’t too late!

Not too late bestie! Gonna update the masterlist rn 🥰

#inbox

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✨Aaron Hotchner fanfiction recommendations✨

The classics

Smutty one shot challenge masterlist

New Years, New Kinks masterlist

#updated!

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Kinky Hotch Masterlist

Up All Night Hotch x fem!reader by @ssahotchie

Summary: After overhearing a conversation between your husband and one of his close friends, the two of you have a discussion that leads to a long night full of pleasure.

Includes: somnophilia [consented]; breeding kink; daddy kink; spit kink.

Prove You're Alive Hotch x Morgan by @masterwords

Summary: Morgan is worried about Hotch so he takes him to work out some of his aggression with his fists. (Explicit coda to 05x02 - Haunted)

Includes: fighting.

The List Hotch x fem!reader x Emily by @doctorstethoscope

Summary: you and Aaron check off a few new boxes.

Includes: D/s, daddy kink, threesome, mistress kink, praise kink, degradation, thigh riding.

Use me Hotch x Bau!Fem!reader by @arsonhotchner

Summary: aaron willingly gives up his power to give reader what she needs, and it’s mind blowing.

Includes: dom/sub, praise kink, ma’am kink, spit kink, edging, overstimulation

For Him Hotch x virgin!fem!reader by @fatherhotchner

Summary: There were many parts of you that you wanted to give Mr. Hotchner for his birthday, but your mouth was more than enough for him.

Includes: first time blow job; Innocence kink; praise kink; spanking; nipple play; pillow riding; cock worship.

Giving up control Hotch x fem!reader by @mayasreadingnook

Includes: D/S dynamics, anal play, anal prep, PIV sex, minor degradation, allusions to pet-play, slightly dismissive!dom, condescending!top, sex toys-butt plugs, spanking, a little aftercare, well negotiated kink, established relationship and established signals for consent, brain fuzzies.

#not as many as our last challenge but look how pretty 🥰#thanks to the peopoe that participated yall are kinkys mf and i love you for that #*people #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Kinky masterlist will be posted tonight! Thanks to the beautiful humans that participated 🥰 and let us know if you like these challenges so that we can plan more in the future

#cat talks #thank you peeps

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#You too!!!#inbox

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Tomorrow is the last day!!!!!!! Masterlist is looking pretty 🥰❤️

Here we go again 🔥

Another nasty fic writing challenge!

This time the prompts are ✨kinks✨

Any kink, your favorite kink, many kinks. We love kinky Hotch. You can go as crazy as you want.

Well… almost.

Our only kink limitation is rape or anything nonconsensual. Everything else, (please) give us your dirtiest.

The other main rule is that you have to be an adult (18+) to enter the challenge and either tag us (@/hotchafterhours), use the following tag #afterhourskinks and/or send us an ask so that we can see your fic easily and add it to the masterlist.

Other rules to follow:

Tag your fic correctly regarding the gender of the reader (female, male, gender neutral).

You can also write a fic that is Hotch and an Existing BAU Member (including but NOT limited to Hotchniss, Hotchreid, Hotchgan, etc).

You must put “read more” before the first 200 words to keep a friendly dashboard for everyone <3. Here’s a tutorial in case someone doesn’t know how to.

You must use the following format or something similar that includes:

Summary:

Kink:

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X (gender!reader/ BAU member of your choice)

Content/warnings:

Word count:

You can submit from today (some of you are so damn fast and we are excited so👀) until February 1st.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send us an ask.

Please reblog for signal boost! The more people enter, the more fun we’ll all have ❤️

Thank you to those who participate in any way whether it’s with a submission or simply reblogging 😊 And we also wish everyone a happy new year! We hope 2022 treats every one of you well! ❤️❤️

Happy writing!

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Use Me

summary: aaron willingly gives up his power to give reader what she needs, and it’s mind blowing.

pairing: bau!fem!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: 18+/nsfw, minors dni, fluff, unprotected sex, sub!hotch, dom!reader

kinks: dom/sub, praise kink, ma’am kink, spit kink, edging, overstimulation

an: this is my submission for the @hotchafterhours kink challenge. thank you to @hotch-girl for this beautiful gif!

word count: 3.6k

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Hotch knows a few things, the first being he’s upset because you’re upset. He knows that you’re feeling uncharacteristically emotional on the job. He knows you feel like you’ve lost control, and by the hard line your mouth is set in for the rest of the day, he knows that you hate it. He also knows that he wants to do whatever he can to help you gain your control. He knows this is affecting him so much because he’s in love with you.

But there’s a few things he doesn’t know too. He doesn’t know why this case is hitting you so hard, but he could guess. He’s heard you talk about your parents before and the unsub takes older couples hostage, tortures them and kills them. He doesn’t know why you’re pushing him and everyone else away. And most of all, he doesn’t know how badly you want to open up to him.

He’s never seen you like this, pacing back and forth, nibbling on your thumb like it’ll somehow give you the answer. Any of the team’s attempts to talk to you have been shut down, even Penelope’s. You haven’t eaten, haven’t had anything to drink and every word that comes out of your mouth sounds like a barked order.

He crafts a plan, deciding to wait until you’re all back at the hotel to try himself. He had known at the precinct to give you your space, and on the off chance he got you to talk, he'd rather do it alone. The two of you are paired in a room on this trip and when you make it back to the room you head for your go-bag immediately.

“(Y/N),” He begins but you don’t let him start.

You turn to him, putting both of your hands up. “There’s nothing you can say Hotch. I’ll be fine.”

Reaching for your bag, you stride past him into the bathroom to have a shower.

A shower. You can control that, left or right, hot or cold. What you couldn't control is behind you at least for now, that’s what you tell yourself. But the unsub flashes in your mind, even as you breathe in the familiar smell of your body wash. Bathing yourself as usual, finishing your skincare routine, sliding into your favorite pjs. None of it is giving you what you want and you need more. You need him. You could never ask that of him, for more than one reason.

You’re grateful for the melatonin gummies you packed. You’ll take it and sleep, hopefully not dream about your estranged parents and wake up feeling refreshed. Yes, that’s what you’ll do. You beat down your thoughts about Hotch, his eyes, his skin, the feeling of him beneath you and walk out into the room.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” You give him the ghost of a smile, setting your go-bag in your bed before you start to look through it. His lack of response doesn’t surprise you as you move things around in search for the gummies. You’ve just found them when he softly calls your name.

“Hotch, I said there’s nothing you can,” When you turn around he’s at the edge of his bed, knelt on the floor, his eyes warm and subservient. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you what you need.” He says simply.

Your heart almost beats out of your chest. You know exactly what this looks, recognizing that cloudy look of submission. But you have to be sure.

“What are you talking about?”

“You need control. You need an outlet.”

“Hotch, are you sure you know what you’re talking about? Do you know what you’re asking for?”

“I want to make you feel better. I need to, I’ve always,” He searches for the right word, “felt for you.”

“If we do this we can’t go back, I’ll need you too. I always have.”

He nods. “Use me.”

“Have you ever given up your control, Aaron?” You ask, taking a step towards him.

“No.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

He responds with a question of his own, “Is it what you need?”

“Yes.”

“Then, yes, it’s what I want.”

“But, can you handle it?” You stress the last two words, hesitant to agree to this with him.

“Yes.”

“And if you can’t?”

“I can.” He says it firmly, his eyes a bit clearer, and you know that this truly something he wants to give you.

Your boss, Hotch, Aaron, wants to submit to you. You want that too. You get lost in his eyes, search for any sort of hesitancy in them but the only things you find are certainty and willingness.

“We should choose a safe word. What do you think?”

“Lily.”

“Lily. You’re sure?”

“Yes.” He confirms but you continue to stare at him, eyes stern and expectant. “Ma’am,” He adds.

“Lily.” You confirm, a nervous buzz of excitement coursing through your veins. But you want this. You need this. “Good, now come kiss me.”

He stands quickly, closing the gap between you and tentatively placing one hand on each of your cheeks. He melts into you, body firm and molded into yours so perfectly that you’d think you're one and the same.

It shouldn’t feel like everything’s falling into place just because you have him in your arms to do as you please, but it does. To the both of you, it feels like he belongs here. When you pull back to look at him, one hand tight in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other caressing his cheek, you know that he does. You take a step back, hands behind your back.

“Sweetheart, I want you to strip for me. Nice and slow.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You lean forward, ghosting the tip of your nose with his. “You’re shaking, are you alright?”

“Eager. Want you to touch me. Need it.”

You’re so turned on it hurts, watching him tremble with need as he unbuckles his belt, and slowly pushes his pants to the ground. His eyes don’t leave yours as he unbuttons his shirt, painstakingly slow and for a moment you regret giving him the instruction to take his time. You remind yourself that its not just for him but its for you. The tension will make the release that much better for the both of you.

“As long as you’re good for me, I’ll touch you soon. Keep going, sweetheart.”

“I’ll be good for you.” He breathes, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and reaching for his undershirt. Once he’s just in his boxers you tell him to stop, and to sit down on the edge of the bed.

You tap his hips as an indicator for him to raise them and he obeys, allowing you to hook your fingers in his boxers and remove them. He’s gloriously naked, you’ve always known he’d be attractive but your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him completely bare before you. “Do you know how hot you are, Aaron?”

“No ma’am.”

“Sit on the edge of the bed again.” You bend down to give him a kiss when he follows your instructions. “When I sit in your lap I want you to keep your hands to yourself. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“So I was telling you about how hot you are.” You climb into his lap, your hands coming to cup his face so that he maintains eye contact. “You’re so strong and confident and capable. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about dominating you like this.”

There’s a soft, sharp sound in his throat, like he’s trying to hold in a moan. You can feel his erection growing harder against you, and a smirk plays on your lips. “Did that make you squirm, baby? Does that sound good?”

“Yes, ma’am, sounds so good.” His voice shakes and you continue to rub your pussy against him, coating him in your arousal.

“Me thinking about pinning you down by your wrists and riding you until you cum, how does that sound?”

His response gets lost in his throat when your teeth sink into the flesh of his neck, only a strangled moan leaving him.

You look up at him, eyebrows raised. “ I asked you a question, baby. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good, I want that, I really want that.”

“I know, I want it too, you’ll have it, just let me play with you a little.”

“Whatever you want.”

“You’ll watch me undress and once I’m done, you’ll lay flat on the bed.”

“Of course, yes ma’am.”

Its intoxicating how good he is for you and you want to reward him already, but you’re playing the long game. You stand, and slowly start to peel your shirt over your head. Aaron’s mouth drops, his pupils dilating as he watches your hands trail down your neck and cup your breasts. You run your hands over them a few times, letting a soft moan escape your lips, and the sound has Aaron’s fingers knotting in the softness of the duvet. He wants to hear that sound, over and over, wants to just grab you and ravish you, but this is about what you want. What you need, and his need to give it to you overrides his wishes.

Your hands drop to the waistband of your pajamas. You figure you’ve teased him enough, let them fall to the ground quickly so that you’re completely bare to him.

Without a thought his body starts to move, laying flat on the bed before he can even process what he’s doing and you can’t help your grin. If there’s one thing Aaron’s good at, it’s following protocol, and this is the hottest one he’s ever been given.

You climb onto the bed, lazily kiss your way up his thighs, tummy, chest, before leaning over him and staring into his eyes. You place a delicate kiss on his lips, “You're such a good boy, Aaron.”

His eyes darken before he shuts them, his mouth turns up in a soft smile while a low groan stirs in his chest. “Just for you, (Y/N).”

You straddle him, rubbing yourself against the line of his cock, covering him in your arousal. “Just for me. This is just for you too, sweet boy, as long as you want me.”

“I’ll always want you. Can I touch you? Please, ma’am?”

“Sure, you asked so nicely, but be gentle. Feel me okay?”

Feel you. He’s wanted to do that for so long, has thought about how your smooth skin would feel beneath his calloused hands. It’s heaven, a feeling incomparable to anything he’s ever experienced, as he runs his hands up your thighs. He gently grabs your hips, his cock twitching beneath you at the thought of working you over him, his hands moving you up and down. He reminds himself that he’ll get there, that soon he’ll feel what it’s like to be inside you, he just has to be patient.

His hands move up your hips, smoothing over the skin of your stomach before he allows himself to cup your breasts, squeezing them and groaning loudly in pleasure.

“Your nipples, can I touch them? Please?”

“Just a little sweetheart, be gentle.”

“Thank you ma’am.” He eagerly runs his fingers over them, watching how your mouth drops open and your back arches when he pinches gently, rolling him through his fingers. You circle your hips against him, using his body to bring you closer and closer to the brink of bliss. You bend down to kiss him, taking his hands into yours while you continue to grind against him.

“Now that you’ve felt me, it’s time for me to tell you what I want to do. Are you ready?”

He nods, and because you feel how hard he is and see the restraint in his eyes, it’s a sufficient answer.

“I’m going to forbid you from touching me and ride you until you can’t think. Can you take it Agent Hotchner?”

“I can take it.”

“And if you can’t?” You ask again, needing to be sure, not only because consent and his level of comfortability is important but because you love him.

“Lily.”

“Good boy, and then we’ll talk about it. Is there anything you want to do?”

“I want to taste you.” He whispers desperately, his cheeks filling with a pink tint.

“Then taste me.”

You lay flat on your back next to him, opening your legs wide. He sits up, maneuvers himself between your legs, his rough breathing warm against your pussy. He’s hesitant, giving your clit a soft, gentle kiss before looking up at you for confirmation. You run a hand through his hair and nod in encouragement, tilting your hips to press up against his face. He licks a long stripe up your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth. He’s thorough, eyes closed as he alternates between deep licks, short tastes at the source and sucks at your clit. While he’s constantly moaning against you, his hips rutting against the end of the bed, you continuously praise him, telling him how good and wet and messy his mouth is. It takes no time for you to cum, one of your hands knotting in his hair, the other in the duvet as your hips twitch against his mouth. He doesn’t stop as you ride out your high, but he’s gentiler and slower, as if he’s guiding you through it.

“Fuck, Aaron, that was perfect, on your back for me, baby.” You command and he follows it quickly, laying back on the bed. “Keep your hands on the bed, if you touch me, we’ll stop, alright?”

He nods. “Alright, I understand.”

You take him into your hand, pumping him a few times before you sink down onto him, bending down as you do to press your lips to his in a bruising kiss. “Oh, Aaron you’re so deep, so perfect for me. The most perfect man with the most perfect cock to cum on.” You sit up to roll your hips a few times, running your hands up your torso to twist at your own nipples.

He does a good job at following instructions, his fingers biting through the duvet and into the mattress as you glide your hips up and down on his cock, treating him to sloppy wet kisses the entire time.

“That’s it baby, just let me fuck you.” You rub your nose against his, smiling against his lips.

“Yes, I’ll let you fuck me. Use me.” He agrees easily, and your head swims with adoration. He’s so good.

Aaron focuses on the feeling of you, how wet and tight you are around him, how your hips slap down against his. You feel his hips pivoting up to meet yours but permit it since his hands haven’t moved. His chest is bright red from his efforts, moving up and down harshly. It becomes too much for him and as he barrels towards his orgasm his resolve breaks, hands flying to your hips to move them at a pace that’ll allow him to come.

“Aaron,” You scold, sitting up as you pin his hands down by his head.

“You felt so good and I was so close, I needed to cum.” His eyes are apologetic, his breath even more labored as you’ve denied him his orgasm.

Lifting your hips you let him slide out of you. “What did I tell you?”

“You told me not to touch you.”

“And what did you do?”

“I touched you, ma’am.”

“You disobeyed me and that’s unacceptable.”

“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry, I’ll be obedient. I’ll keep my hands to myself, I promise.”

“If you don’t I will use you until I cum and you’ll get nothing, is that clear?”

“I’ll get nothing because if I’m not obedient I don’t get rewarded. Only good boys get rewarded.”

“You’re learning so fast, I’m proud of you baby. I’m going to start fucking you again and you’ll be good for me.” It's a question, not a statement but Aaron murmurs in agreement anyway, throwing his head back against the pillow when you push him inside of you again.

You ride him earnestly, using his strong chest to balance yourself as you move your hips up and down. He’s mesmerized, his eyes are fixed to where you buck against him, watching how his cock disappears into you over and over again. You wish you could see it too and the thought of it makes you clench around him, making him hiss between his teeth, hands digging further into the mattress.

“I’m close, (Y/N), can I cum? Please ma’am, can I cum for you?”

“Yes baby you can cum. Can you be a good boy and cum inside me? Nice and deep?”

You asking him that question almost sends him over the edge but he wants you to be sure, sees it as a privilege already to be doing this with you, but to cum in you? He feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, sweetheart, cum for me alright?”

He does, spilling into you with a groan so deep you feel it vibrating through every cell in your body. Your mouth is on his again and he clutches at your back, nails digging into the skin as you milk for every drop.

“(Y/N),” He breathes roughly, hips twitching as you continue to ride him, on the precipice of your own orgasm. He’s overstimulated, uncomfortable but you haven’t cum yet and he’d rather be underneath you for the rest of the night before not feeling you cum around his cock.

“I’m almost there baby, just let me use you. You know what to say if it’s too much?” You bend down, pinning his hands by his head as you nuzzle your nose against his.

“Yes, I know. Don’t stop. Please.”

“Fuck, Aaron, you’re so good, so good to me already.” You murmur, moving your hips faster and faster on his cock, so close to your orgasm you can almost taste. “Open your mouth.”

With no hesitation he opens wide and you bend to spit in it, pulling away so that a string of spit is another connection between you.

“Fuck, again, please. Again.” You oblige quickly, starting with a kiss that ends with you collecting a mixture of your spit and his that you let drip into his mouth. “Please.” He repeats, his brow shining with sweat, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“Please, what baby?” You frown down at him in concern, know that he’s probably agonizingly aroused but he hasn’t said his safeword. You’re reading the tone of his voice wrong, he doesn’t care about the pain, what he cares about is seeing your face contorted in pleasure again. His only goal, the only thing he can think about right now is what it would feel like for you to orgasm around him.

“Cum for me, I need to feel it. Please.”

His pleas for you, his desperation, and the thought of all the willpower he’s exerted to let you do this pushes you over the edge. He watches as your breath catches in your throat and your eyes shut, feeling your hands tighten around his wrist, mimicking the feeling of you tightening around his cock. You collapse into his chest, burying your face into his neck as you come down from your high. His arms wrap around you immediately and he kisses the top of your head. You look up at him, eyes calm.

Leaning forward you press your forehead to his. “You were so incredible, thank you, Aaron.”

“I would do anything for you.” When he says these words he knows he’s never spoken any words more true.

“I know, I’d do the same. What do you need right now?”

“Can we stay like this for a while and then take another shower? Together?”

“Of course. Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m alright. Are you?”

“No, but I could go for some tea. Do you want some after our shower?”

“Yes, please.”

You can’t help but smile at him, feeling grounded and mesmerized by him all at once. His returning smile is shy, but genuine as he hugs you closer, breathing in your scent.

After what seems like an eternity you sit up, climbing out of the bed, offering your hands to him. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Once in the shower you take your time washing him and his hair, littering his skin with kisses as praise spills out of your mouth and into the air. He returns the favor, washing your body with care. The two of you talk about the case and you level with him, explaining your more than complicated relationship with your parents. He’s sweet, understanding, holds you while you cry and tells you that he’ll always be there. If you weren’t so tired you’d let him have his way with you but your eyes are drooping by the time you dry off. You’ll have to save that treat for him for another time, maybe a time where he’s feeling the way you were not even an hour ago. You’re back in bed, clean and wrapped in his arms in a little under an hour. You listen to the soft beating of his heart and his strong breath.

“I love you, Aaron. Is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay, I love you too. Now sleep, love.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You fall asleep in his arms feeling content and loved, melatonin forgotten and unneeded.

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Irresistible: For Him

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x virgin!fem!reader

Summary: There were many parts of you that you wanted to give Mr. Hotchner for his birthday, but your mouth and very first blowjob was more than enough for him.

A/N: So this accidentally might turn into a horny little series. I have more of these planned but who knows. Every part can be read as stand alones. Also, this is my little contribution for the @/hotchafterhours kinky challenge 😇.

Content/kinks: soft and pervert Hotch <3; first time blow job; Innocence kink; praise kink; spanking; nipple play; cock worship.

Word count: 3.4k.

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There she was, standing in front of me wearing the set of lingerie I’d bought her a few days ago. It’d gotten in the mail today in the morning, and I felt stupid receiving the package just how I’d felt while online shopping it, and just by thinking about her wearing it had my mind wandering all day – unfocussed.

That dark feeling was a constant… thing I had to fight whenever I thought about her – as soon as she’d knock on my door. It haunted me day and night because she lived in my head since the very first day, but the moment she’d smile at me and close every space between us – touch me with the pure light she carried – that darkness vanished.

But the guilt of wanting her this much rarely did.

Tonight, though, was slightly different. Tonight I was allowing myself to desire her without regretting everything I’d do to her after. Tonight I’d rather enjoy her – us.

All of her, all for me.

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Friendly reminder that February 1st is only a few days away! We can’t wait to see who else is going to enter 👀

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The List || A. Hotchner x Fem!Reader

hello my loves, just a little something for @hotchafterhours kink challenge!

summary: you and Aaron check off a few new boxes.

kinks: D/s, daddy kink, threesome, mistress kink, praise kink, degradation, thigh riding

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader, emily prentiss x reader

content/warnings: in case it wasn't clear SMUT 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI

wordcount: 3.5k

You’ve been dating Aaron for a few years now, so you like to think you’re something of an expert on all things Hotchner. There are plenty of people, your coworkers included, who think he’s all work and no play. That simply isn’t true. At work, yes, he’s a stark professional, to his core. But they don’t see him at home, playing with his son and basking in the domestic glow the three of you have created in your little apartment. And they certainly don’t see the type of play the two of you get up to, either.

One of the tenets of Aaron’s work/play separation was that work stayed in the office. He had a home office, for when he needed it, but even there– nothing BAU-related got past the threshold. When he was home, he was home for you and for his son— work would wait as long as it reasonably could. So when you see him flipping through some paperwork in bed, you’re admittedly confused.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask, pure curiosity in your tone.

“I was just looking over the list. It’s been a while since we did these, I thought it might be worth taking another peek at,” he explains, looking at you over the readers you had bought for him a year ago, that he valiantly resisted for three months before finally admitting that they helped.

He’s talking about your kink lists, which explains why he’s made it out of the office. Just shy of a year into your relationship, you’d broached the subject of introducing a dynamic into your sex lives, just to see if you liked it. Aaron had agreed, but insisted on doing his own, extensive research beforehand. He, admittedly, was wary about the idea of hurting you– even in a consensual way— and wanted to make sure he was fully prepared, both for him and for you. So he’d presented both of you with lists— you checked off things you knew you liked, things you thought you might want to try, and things you definitely didn’t want to do.

“Why don’t you check yours, too,” he says, passing you your copy of the list. “Make sure it all still looks accurate. We’ve tried a lot of this stuff, so if you don’t actually like it—”

“Aaron, you know I’d tell you if I didn’t. I’d safeword if I needed to, or I’d tell you after the scene if I didn’t. You wouldn’t hurt me and I wouldn’t let you,” you remind him.

“I’d still like you to look. Maybe things we haven’t tried that sounded appealing then, don’t now. Or maybe you’ve found that you like things more than you thought you would. It’s all good to know,” he encourages you.

You agree, climbing into bed and taking the paper and pen that he’d offered. You move some maybes that you had tried into the solid yes column, and a couple into the no column, too, but there aren’t any major changes. After a few minutes, you switch, and you find Aaron’s form to be more or less the same. You’re not surprised, really— You and Aaron have an open line of communication. There were no surprises.

“So, I was thinking I might surprise you,” Aaron pipes up. You stand corrected.

“Oh?” You say.

“You’ve been working your ass off lately, between the team and the Academy Trainee course Strauss pulled you for,” he explains. “I wanted to do something fun for you. I noticed you still had ‘experience with two or more partners’ and ‘experience with a same-sex partner’ checked off as things you’d like to try…” he trails off nervously, and you can tell just by looking at him that he’s wondering if he should beg the floor to swallow him whole rather than continue this conversation.

“That would be a very special gift,” you agree with a smile, putting him out of his misery. “But who? I don’t necessarily want to bring a stranger into the apartment,” you say.

“You can say no, and we can never talk about it again,” he assures you. “But I was thinking… maybe Emily?”

You mull it over for a moment, taking Aaron’s hand in your own to let him know that you’re thinking, not shocked into silence. You… kind of like the idea of it. “Have you talked to her about it at all?”

“Not about joining us,” he says, and his phrasing is specific. You know him too well for that.

“But you’ve talked to her about… our dynamic?” You ask, confused. It’s not your real question— you know he’d never tell someone else about this without asking you, first.

“No, no,” he corrects. “That case a few months back, where the men were all bound— she floated the idea privately with me that the unsub may be a dominatrix, and it came up naturally, that she’s… similarly minded.”

“But with less murder,” you joke.

“Like I said, we can pretend I never even brought it up.”

“No!” You correct a little too quickly, making Aaron chuckle. “I want to. You can ask her about it.”

“I will,” he says, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Anything for you.”

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Emily says yes the next day when Hotch asks her about it. It’s the waiting that’s torture. It’s two whole weeks before the three of you find a day that works for everyone– and if you thought that was bad, the hours leading up to it were even worse.

You’re on edge the whole day— you’re nervous, yes, but it’s an excited kind of nervous, like the moments after you pull the safety harness down on a roller coaster. You plod around the house all afternoon, tidying things that don’t need to be tidied and wiping down the countertops, mopping the floor, baking a banana bread just to do something with your hands.

You nearly jump when Aaron wraps his arms around you from behind. “Go take a bath and ground yourself, my love. Use your fancy bubbles and take some deep breaths. I left you something to wear, it’s hanging up on the back of the bathroom door. Emily will be here in a bit. Would you like to sit with us while I explain your limits to her, or do you want me to do it?”

“You can do it,” you tell him softly.

“Okay angel. Then you go on up, take your bath and put on the pretty outfit Daddy got you, and sit at the foot of the bed and wait for us, okay?”

“Okay, daddy. Thank you.”

He smiles, giving you a quick kiss. “Nothing to thank me for. See you in a little bit.”

You go upstairs and see that Aaron has already drawn the bath for you, and has set out your favorite soaps and bubble bath and a fluffy, warm towel. You sink into the warm bath, and let yourself soak, focusing on your breathing. It helps. Once you feel ready, you drain the tub and look over to the lingerie Aaron had bought for you. It’s a lacy red bodysuit, and it’s crotchless. You get yourself good and dry before slipping into it, not wanting the delicate material to get caught on your wet skin. Once you’re dressed, you go into the bedroom and kneel at the foot of the bed the way you normally would if you were playing with just Aaron. You can hear the two of them talking, laughing, even, as you sit and wait for them.

Your anticipation builds the longer you listen to them– are they still talking about limits? Are they plotting– deciding what toys they’ll use, how they’ll tease you, when they’ll let you come? You can feel yourself getting turned on the longer you sit and think about it— you wonder if that’s part of their plan, too.

You snap back to attention when you hear footsteps coming up the staircase, straightening your spine and turning your gaze towards the floor.

The door swings open— you don’t move. You know better.

“Aw, she’s so cute,” Emily cooes. You feel warmth rise to your cheeks, try to bite down on your smile.

“Kitten, why don’t you say hello to our guest?”

You look up now, at Aaron. “What should I call her, Daddy?”

Aaron looks to Emily, who answers. “You have such good manners, sweet girl. You can call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for coming,” you tell her with a smile. Looking her in the eyes for the first time makes this feel a hundred times more real, and you can tell that when they finally touch you, you’ll be soaked.

“Thank you for inviting me,” she smiles. “I understand that you and your daddy have a lot of fun together. I’m excited to have some fun with you, too.”

“Come here, kitten,” Aaron beckons, and you oblige him, crawling a few paces across the carpet and coming to sit next to his left hand. He runs a hand through your hair.

“Ladies first,” Aaron smirks, looking over to Emily.

Emily crouches down, nearly eye-to-eye with you, but she’s still a bit taller. She traces a finger down your cheekbone and the column of your neck, over your shoulder, sneering a little at the goosebumps that appear in the wake of her gentle touch. She pinches your nipple through the fabric of your lingerie, and you gasp a little, not expecting the sensation.

“Hmm,” Emily murmurs a contented little noise at your reaction, not letting up on her grip. “A good pinch, or a bad pinch?” She checks in.

“A good pinch, Mistress,” you assure her through gritted teeth.

She smiles. “Good,” she says, reaching for the other nipple, rolling it between her thumb and index finger. She gives them both a sharp pull, causing you to cry out, before she stands back up.

“That’s it?’Aaron scoffs.

“We have the whole night ahead of us,” Emily reminds him. “I’d take advantage while I’m still in a sharing mood.”

He rolls his eyes goodnaturedly, pulling you to your feet. “The thing about my sweet little slut, is that you don’t even need to touch anything significant to turn her into a mess,” he informs Emily as he uses his big hands to spread your thighs apart. You suddenly remember that your panties are crotchless, and tense up, worried that you’ll drip on the carpet before you’ve even begun. For his part, Aaron seems determined to make this happen— he kisses his way up your thighs, sucking at the tender flesh nearest where you were practically pulsing for him, but intentionally ignoring any action that would provide you with any relief. You take in a sharp little breath, trying not to whine.

“That’s it. I can smell you, already. You like that, don’t you, angel?” He whispers against your skin.

“Yes, Daddy,” you answer breathlessly.

“I know, I know,” he says sympathetically as he rises to his feet. “But not yet,” he whispers before sucking a bruise into your neck.

“Let’s move this party over to the bed, shall we?” Emily says, crossing the room and sitting on the edge of the mattress, stripping herself of her pants and her top. Aaron follows suit, losing all of his clothes and climbing on top of the mattress, giving his cock a few cursory strokes, spreading out the precum that had gathered at his tip. Emily gestures to her thigh, and you straddle it accordingly.

“Why don’t you tell me more about your daddy, angel?” Emily encourages you as her fingers sink into the flesh of your thigh and pull, encouraging you to rock against her.

You oblige, riding her thigh as you speak. “I love my daddy. He takes very good care of me,” you say as you rock against her once, readjusting to try and find a better angle for your clit. “He reminds me to drink water and take care of myself,” you continue rocking and find the place where your clit rubs up against her thigh in just the right way, moaning a little. “And he always reminds me that I’m his good little slut. He loves to make me cum,” you say, your humping gaining intensity, causing you to moan a little “Oh, and I love to make him come too,” you say, chasing your release against her.

“How do you like to make Daddy come?’ Emily asks, pushing your hair out of your face where it’s sticking to your sweat.

“I like to take his cock in my mouth,” you moan. “I like feeling him all the way down my throat. Oh, Mistress, may I come?” You ask as your rocking against her grows more frantic.

‘Not yet, baby. It’s too early,” she cooes. “Keep going. I heard Daddy call you a name earlier, do you like that? Do you like when we call you pathetic little names?”

“Yes, Mistress. I like to be called a needy little whore, or Daddy’s desperate slut.” You cry out.

“Oh, you are a desperate slut, aren’t you? Trying to come on Mistress’s thigh,”

“Yes, yes, I’m a desperate slut,” you agree, hoping your acquiescence will earn you an orgasm.

“Good girl. Stop,” she orders, and you hold back your sigh, not wanting to be punished. You step away from her, get back into your kneeling position on the floor. From your new vantage point, you can see Aaron– he’s been stroking his cock, watching you and Emily. He’s erect and slick, and you’ve never wanted him in your mouth more. You’re practically drooling.

“Kitten, you’ve made quite the mess of my thigh,” Emily tuts.

“I’m sorry Mistress. May I clean up my mess?”

“Of course, go ahead,” She grants you permission, and you begin to lick your own arousal off of her. Her skin is so soft, and she smells so nice, that you start to get lost in it, mouthing at her long after is necessary, until you feel a tug at your scalp.

“Don’t get distracted, kitten. Daddy’s waiting for you,” Emily reminds you, gesturing to the other side of the bed. You crawl over, looking at Aaron with glassy eyes.

“Daddy, may I suck your cock, please?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” Aaron says, extending two fingers, which you greedily pull into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on them and taking them as deep as you can manage for a few moments until Aaron pulls them away.

“Come on up, angel,” Aaron says, pulling you into bed. “Go ahead,” he grants you permission, and you settle between his legs, licking the underside of his cock and looking up at him as you do so.

As soon as you have as much of Aaron as you can take in your mouth, you feel two fingers sink inside of you– Emily’s, you realize with a moan.

“Thank you, mistress,” you warble out without removing Aaron’s cock from your mouth.

“Focus angel. Mistress had her turn, now Daddy wants you all to himself. Don’t get distracted.”

“Yes, daddy,” you answer, refocusing your efforts on him, Even as Emily makes you squirm and whimper under her touch.

“Your pussy is so tight, sweet girl. Does Mistress make you feel good?”

“Yes, mistress, feels so good,” you answer, but as soon as you do, you feel a sharp spank to your backside.

“Focus, slut. Don’t make me remind you again,” Aaron says.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, taking him in your mouth again.

You’re content for a few moments, but when Emily removes her fingers from inside of you, you can’t help but whine.

“I’m feeling neglected, here. Kitten, why don’t you lay back against the pillows,” Emily encourages, and you look up at Aaron for permission, which he grants with a simple nod, getting up and taking one of his pillows with him.

“Lift your hips,” He tells you as Emily comes to the head of the bed.

Aaron slides a pillow underneath you just as Emily comes to straddle your face. “Mistress and Daddy want to come, angel, and then you can, okay?” Emily explains.

“Yes, Mistress,” you say, craning your neck up to kiss her entrance.

“Good girl, go ahead,” she tells you, lowering herself down towards you. You mouth at her with purpose, trying to remember all of the tricks you like best when Aaron does them on you, paying attention to which maneuvers make her tense up and cry out.

A few moments later, you feel Aaron’s cock sink into you, and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head– you feel so deliciously full, not to mention how thoroughly fucked you had been throughout the evening. You felt… saturated, in the best way. Each one of your senses was laser-focused on pleasure. You were so grateful to Aaron for doing this for you– the thought motivated you, had you kicking it into high gear with Emily.

“Oh, good girl. You’re going to make Mistress come. You’re going to make me so happy. Don’t stop, angel. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t— fuck!” She cries out as she reaches her peak, her pleasure overwhelming you.

“Good girl. You did such a good job, you made mistress so happy,” Emily cooes breathlessly as she gets off of you, not wanting to suffocate you when she collapses against the mattress to catch her breath. She leans in, starts to kiss your neck. “Where’d you learn to do that, sweet girl? Is my perfect angel a little slut?” she asks, mouthing at any exposed skin she can reach.

“Yes, Mistress, I’m a little slut,” you agree.

“Who’s slut?” Aaron booms as he pounds into you.

“Your slut, Daddy. I’m your slut,” you amend.

“That’s right, kitten. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You, daddy, my slutty pussy belongs to you!” You cry out as he taps your clit, and it sends him over the edge. He keeps pumping in and out of you as he comes, and Emily reaches down to your clit, rubbing at it.

“Go ahead, come. You earned it, baby, come.”

“Daddy?” You cry out, wanting to make sure you have permission.

“Yes, angel. Come for Daddy, my perfect girl. You did so good.”

You careen over the edge at his praise, arching your back and letting out a moan that turns into a cry. You’d been on edge for so long— before Emily had even arrived today, and it made the relief that much more gratifying.

“Thank you,” you pant out as you come back down to Earth.

“Give her a minute to settle,” Aaron warns Emily– the two of you had learned that rushing into aftercare could be a little overwhelming, so Aaron usually gave you a moment to catch your breath before he touched you.

“You did such a good job, my sweet girl. I’m so proud of you,” Aaron whispers gently. “When you’re ready, I want you to sit up for me, okay my love?”

You nod a little, taking another few deep breaths and scooting up towards the mattress.

“Good,” he whispers. “I will be right back,” he says, climbing off the mattress and leaving the room momentarily.

“Did you have fun?” Emily asks quietly, screwing the cap off of a bottle of water and handing it to you.

You gulp at it aggressively while you nod. “Yeah, I did. Did you?”

“Careful, you’ll get a stomachache,” she warns. “I had fun, but this was a treat for you.”

“Still. It’s only fun if everyone’s having fun,” you remind her. “Would you… want to do it again sometime?” She asks, feeling bold.

“Yeah. You should talk to Aaron first, though,” Emily says.

“Talk to Aaron about what?” He comes back to the room with a plate of fruit and a damp washcloth, sounding concerned.

“Nothing, baby. Later,” you assure him, and he gives you a little look that lets you know that he’s holding you to it.

“Alright, angel. You need to eat something, and I need to clean you up,” he says, handing you the plate and bringing the washcloth between your thighs. You extend the plate towards Emily, and she takes a strawberry, popping it between her lips as you bite down into a crunchy apple slice.

“Em, you should feel free to stay, if—” Aaron starts, but she cuts him off.

“I’d love to, but I can’t. Sergio is a very lonely boy,” she explains. “But this was a lot of fun. Thank you both for inviting me,” she says, kissing you both on the forehead as she dresses and packs up her stuff. Aaron insists on walking her to the door and watching her get into her car, as if she didn’t have a handgun in her purse and enough combat training to take out half of Northern Virginia. You’re snuggled up against his pillow when he returns, and he smiles.

“You had fun, angel?” He asks as he climbs into bed, pulling you into his chest.

“Of course I did. This whole thing just begs the question…” you start, trailing off.

“Begs what question?” Aaron asks.

“Who are we going to invite over to check off those boxes for you?”

@shmaptainhotchner @call-me-mrsreid @the-modernmary @ssamorganhotchner @choppa-style @ssahotchie @dadbodhotch11 @angelfxllcm @rousethemouse @scuttling @arsonhotchner @skyler666 @mintphoenix @gspenc @g-l-pierce @wheelsupkels

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hotchafterhours · 2 years

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No because i know we just announced the kinky challenge hut I'm already planning one for valentine's day :(((((

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hotchafterhours · 2 years

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Prove You're Alive

Summary: Morgan is worried about Hotch so he takes him to work out some of his aggression with his fists. (Explicit coda to 05x02 - Haunted)

Warnings: insomnia, fighting, blood, sex

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Kink: fighting...with these two, could it be anything else?

Words: 3.4k

Notes: This is for the @hotchafterhours kink challenge. It's mostly just them fighting, but it does get explicit at the end. I spent so long on this and I had to finally just...let it go. (Cut is at 229 words, I hope that's alright, it was a natural break and nothing happens until way later in the story.) 18+ // Minors DNI

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“Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

“I'm not about to stand by and watch this man kill himself.”

“And you won't.”

Derek chewed on those words in the bullpen, spinning his chair in circles. He was made of explosive nervous energy with nowhere to go. It fizzled and cracked over his skin. He tapped his pen on his desk, chewed on it, shuffled through endless stacks of meaningless paper. The words on the pages blurred, he couldn't think about anything but what Rossi said. “And you won't.” At first it sounded like a hopeful act of friendship. Aaron wasn't going to kill himself, plain and simple, Rossi had faith. But Derek knew better, he recognized that look in Aaron's eye. The man wasn't sleeping, that much was undeniable; for how long he couldn't be certain, but days at least. The wild look of terrorized exhaustion in his eye haunted Derek, and he began pulling apart Rossi's words syllable by syllable in an effort to calm the storm raging through his veins. The uncertainty and the unfairness of the last few weeks. A new realization dawned on him in a flash of clarity that felt so bright it hurt. It wasn't that Rossi was assuring him that Aaron wasn't going to kill himself, in fact it was the opposite...Rossi was admitting that he knew Derek was right, and that he wouldn't just stand by and watch.

He was the last person in the BAU by the time he'd made up his mind. Straight to Aaron's, he parked out front and texted Emily to make sure she'd dropped him off, that she wasn't hanging around. She did that sometimes, and it wasn't always pleasant. She would poke at Aaron, get him riled up and leave him for Derek to sort out. He didn't care much for that; Aaron could be a real pain in the ass when Emily had her way. She would leave with that Cheshire smile, and he would spend the next hour arguing over something ridiculous with a man he only wanted to sit quietly with and enjoy. She was the devil incarnate, and love her as he did, Derek was glad to find that her car was nowhere in sight. With one final inhale, a puff of courage, he hopped out and jogged up the front steps, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

“It's late,” Aaron grumbled in a voice hoarse from disuse. He hadn't been sleeping, that much was clear, but it wasn't for lack of trying. He opened the door to Derek without hesitation. Aaron, unsurprisingly, was still in his suit but he had pillow creases on his cheek and Derek could see the rumpled place on the couch where he'd been lying beneath Jack's fluffy, soccer ball emblazoned comforter. At least he'd taken off his shoes and placed them beneath the coffee table, right beside his gun. The television was on, playing an old black and white show nearly silent and he knew he'd made the right decision in coming.

“I know.”

Aaron just stood, like he wasn't even sure what to do in his own home anymore. Under normal circumstances, Derek would be offered a beer and they would sit down close on the couch, not too close at first but as the night wore on, he would slide closer and Aaron would lean into him, wiggle until he'd stolen most of the blanket they were supposed to be sharing. Eventually Aaron would fall asleep against him, their movie not even half over. That was a lifetime ago.

“Derek,” Aaron began, his hands hanging useless at his sides. “I don't...” There was an apology hanging just out of reach, a careful plea for help or companionship, some reason not to be alone. Only pained breath came out.

“Shh,” Derek said, shaking his head. “I know. I get it. Look, I have an idea, I just need you to go put on some sweats and come with me.”

Aaron opened his mouth, gaping like a fish out of water, but Derek wouldn't entertain any questions. He didn't have any answers Aaron would want anyway; information would just give him something to argue against. Derek needed trust. “Just do it. Please.”

Aaron slid into Derek's waiting vehicle without argument; after the day they'd just had he owed him that much. Folding himself into the seat, he stared ahead at the road, lost himself in the purr of the engine beneath his feet. Derek didn't turn on music. Normally he would have something loud that would bounce around in Aaron's cells, ricochet through his skull with thumping beats that always felt overtly sexual in nature even when they weren't saying anything. Derek's music was often raw and carnal, a way for him to blow off steam or get into the mood, he used music as an outlet and that he was driving across town now without any music at all was concerning.

“Where are we going?” he asked, trying to keep his tone even and soft. Tired, he just sounded tired. Derek shook his head.

“Be patient, man. Just trust me.”

They approached a small brick building side by side, Derek with a black duffelbag slung over his shoulder. The building stood alone on the quite industrial block, one lone streetlamp pooling a sickly yellow glow over the barren parking lot. Derek parked his car sideways, taking up three spaces in front, just for show. Aaron pretended not to be amused, but he couldn't help a little smile slipping through. “A gym?” Aaron asked, hazarding a sideways glance at Derek who was already grabbing for the door. As they entered, Aaron realized that it was the first time he'd been out of his apartment and not spent every moment combing through the shadows.

“What about it?”

“It's a little late to hit the treadmills...”

It wasn't a gym with treadmills. Inside the air was thick and smelled like feet and sweat, tinged with a metallic tang that made Aaron feel sick. At a dimly lit desk in the far corner sat a man with his face buried in a magazine that bore the image of a large breasted woman in a swimsuit covered in the stars and stripes. Aaron recognized the woman from Sean's childhood bedroom, a swimsuit model who would be, with any luck, happy and old by now but was still being enjoyed by a lonely man in a boxing gym decades later. Immortality presented itself in funny ways.

“Marty!” Derek called, and the man set the magazine down carefully, with a certain amount of reverence Aaron thought. Like it meant something to him. “Thanks for staying here late for me, man.”

“You said it was important,” Marty replied, pulling Derek in for a hug. They spoke for a moment while Aaron took in the surroundings and noted the dull throb in his belly that told him it was nearing midnight, the worst time for the pain that wouldn't seem to let him rest. On the good nights he would manage to drug himself to sleep or somehow trick his mind and get past it, but if he was awake when it hit, there was no way around it. He pressed his palm to his stomach and focused on breathing through.

“This is Aaron,” Derek said, catching him off guard. He'd been far away.

“Aaron,” Derek said, now grabbing his attention and tugging him back to the present. “This is my buddy Marty; he owns this place. Said we could use it for a while.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Aaron said, extending his hand for a quick shake. Marty looked impressed with the shake, raising his eyebrows just a little and Derek just grinned and shrugged. It was an interaction Aaron might want to ask about later, if he could remember it. “Give the ring a mop and lock up when you're done. I'll get the key back from ya tomorrow.”

Before leaving, he walked them around quickly, pointing out the equipment they could use, the disinfectants, the first aid kits. The entire gym was one large rectangular room painted with brightly colored graffiti that looked more like kids practicing than anything else, it was an endearing mix of boxing gloves and angry looking faces. Everything about it felt like stepping back in time and he half expected to see the ghost of Rocky Balboa dancing across the floor. As it turned out, it was more of a community outreach center than a gym, for anyone who couldn't afford the fancy memberships and needed a place to blow off some steam. Funded entirely by city grants, the place was nothing fancy, but it was functional.

“What are we doing here?”

“You're cleared to be in the field,” Derek started, taping Aaron's hands up inside of the ragged sparring gloves without so much as asking first. One blue, one red, both ripped at the knuckles and duct taped together. The place was a dump, but Aaron thought he could see the charm in it as he let Derek tape up his hands.

“Yes.”

“Today was bad. And I think...” Derek said, getting dangerously close to Aaron. For a moment he wasn't sure what was happening, if Derek was going to kiss him or hit him. “You got a lot of anger right now and nowhere to put it...I'm here to give you somewhere to put it.”

He looked triumphant, like he expected Aaron to fall to his knees and thank him. It wasn't going to happen...Aaron was tired. He wanted to sleep.

“Derek...”

“Don't Derek me. Gimme your best shot.”

There was no talking him out of it, no backing down. He was here, and he had nowhere else to go unless he wanted to walk a few miles in the middle of the night through some less than safe areas of town. It was a miracle he hadn't been consumed by paranoia so far but walking home would bring it out. So, he squared up, gave Derek a pleading look to please stop and just take him home to bed, and waited for Derek to make the first move. He could see the anger sparking in Derek's eyes, but he wouldn't seem to let it reach his fists, just danced around on the balls of his bare feet.

“C'mon!” he shouted, waving his fingers and Aaron raised his fists, approaching with some trepidation. It felt like opening the gate of a long-closed dam, at first only sludge poured out, soft slow hits that felt more hesitant than anything and Derek's face was mournful.

“Hotch...you can do better...”

Soon the sludge cleared, and the water flowed. Aaron's fists connected over and over with Derek's jaw, his temple, once or twice his ear, ducking away from a few of Derek's own swings. They seemed half-hearted, he had no intention of his fists connecting with Aaron in any meaningful way, it was all a show. Aaron backed off, slowed down, he was dragging. Sweat was in his eyes and he cleared it with his forearm only to feel more spring up and he realized it wasn't sweat. He swiped again.

“Fucking hit me!” Derek shouted, storming toward Aaron. “C'mon man!”

Derek felt the blood in his mouth before he saw it, smiled with his teeth pink. He spit on the floor, dragged his foot through it and smiled. He hadn't bothered to hit back, was just dancing around Aaron, letting him get his shots out, they were clean and precise and angry now that he was warmed up. Derek had touched a nerve somewhere. More than once, Derek thought he saw him blink tears from his eyes, and he thought they'd had enough, worried he'd opened something he couldn't close back up. Soon Aaron wasn't trying to hide it, they were tears and he couldn't stop them. More than that, he was trying now to get Derek to swing back. Leaving himself wide open on purpose, daring Derek but this wasn't about him, he wasn't supposed to be hitting back.

“Do it,” Aaron growled through clenched teeth, tears hot on his cheeks. “I know you want to.”

“You better believe I want to,” Derek gasped, his chest heaving. “All day I've wanted to crack you in the jaw! Set you straight!”

“You've never hesitated before...what's stopping you?”

Derek paused, cocking an eyebrow at Aaron more than a little incredulously. A flash of a moment, realization, and Aaron had to try not to visibly crumble. Weak. Derek thought he was weak now, something to be coddled, who couldn't hold his own. Foyet had taken so much from him, but he found himself somehow surprised to find that he had reached this too. In all their years, Derek had never taken it easy on him, had never pulled a punch.

“You can't be serious. You really...I can't...” Derek stammered, dropping his hands to his sides and in a desperate show of strength, Aaron approached him, grabbing him by the wrists and forcing him to listen.

“I'm not going to break.” His voice was even, forced hard through clenched teeth. It took everything in him to steady it, not to let the sound of the angry tears color his words. “I'm not asking you to sock me in the stomach, Derek, but at least pretend this isn't just me using you as a punching bag for godsakes.”

With a sudden understanding, Derek shook free of Aaron and raised his fists. He wouldn't unload it all, but he would give him something. They squared up and Derek jabbed first, it was slow and clumsy, a little hesitant and he felt shame well up inside of him...he'd missed on purpose, shot late. Aaron knew it. “Derek!” Aaron growled, anger flashing across his pinched features. Finally, Derek landed one right against his temple and they started pacing around each other like lions, each daring the other to come a little closer. Aaron took a swing and missed, Derek ducked just in time and came up with a two three punch combination that sent Aaron sprawling back into the ropes. He hung there a minute, dazed, exhausted.

“You good?”

“I'm good.” Aaron bounced back from the ropes, his arms a little lower, defending his chest now that Derek was in the game. He bounced on the balls of his feet, the floor cold and sticky beneath his bare skin. He pumped his fists a few times, they were tight and painful in the grimy old gloves, edges of the tape sticky and biting into his knuckles. He sucked in a deep breath and went back in for more. For every three good hits he got on Derek, he took one in return; it wasn't ideal, but he wasn't going to push it. When Derek could see that Aaron was starting to drag, unable to pour energy into his attack, he stalled. Danced a little, let the music pumping through the sound system guide his hips as he bounced, let Aaron catch his breath. Waiting was impossible, Aaron wasn't coming around, his shoulders slumped as he sucked on air. Grabbing him suddenly by the wrists, he pulled Aaron to him until they were nose to nose and wrapped him up tight. He wasn't gentle, fingers digging in and holding tight. The kiss was hard and fast, sucked all the air from the room and Aaron felt weak in Derek's arms, shocked by the sudden severity of the change. There were no words, no questions, he just held tight and relished the weight of Derek against him, shielding him, pressing him, he couldn't breathe, and he didn't think he wanted to ever again. Not if this was the alternative.

“I um,” Derek stammered, gasping for air while his hands dug hard into Aaron's hips like he might lose him entirely. He was searching for some confirmation in Aaron's hawk eyes, some spark that told him he was wanted. It was dangerous. “I don't...” Aaron shoved him hard into the ropes and watched the look on Derek's face change from confusion to understanding. He smiled, and Aaron smiled back. “You sure?”

He wasn't. Not really, but he had to find out...he knew how badly he wanted to be sure, that was enough. Soon Derek was scrambling for footing, taking Aaron down to the ground, tearing the tape from his hands with his teeth. The adhesive tore at the hair on his hands, bright flashes of intense discomfort flashed and ignited him, woke him up. He pulled Derek down hard on top of him, pressed his thigh between Derek's legs and tasted blood on his lips.

Naked from the waist down, they pressed their bodies together in a heat of anger fueled fire. The combustion startled them both, it had been so long since they'd been here, done this but it was muscle memory. The way they fit together effortlessly, hands roaming, growls and moans. They were sweat slicked bodies and bloody kisses, arching backs and thrusting hips against the cold cement floor. Around them Derek's music thumped, reverberated through them, and they fell in line, moving in time with every pulse. Around them, the city was sleeping while their bones crackled with life on the sea of concrete.

In the shower, Aaron hesitated before removing his shirt while Derek warmed up the water. “Again?” Derek called, and Aaron sucked in a deep breath, pulling his shirt over his head. He averted his eyes as he walked past a grimy, distorted mirror on the wall, feeling suddenly very ashamed of himself and silly for it. He hadn't considered this moment, not yet, not so soon but when Derek looked at him, he didn't see pity or repulsion in his features. Derek's eyes were trained on Aaron's eyes, not his angry healing scars, not at first anyway. He froze when he felt one at Aaron's hip, loosening his grip, that familiar fear of causing pain setting in again.

“Derek,” Aaron said, softer this time, masking the fear that coursed through him. “It's fine.”

“I just...” he stammered, thumb rubbing against the knotted scar reverently. He didn't know how to do this part, to be okay with what Foyet left behind, to move past it without acknowledging it.

“I know.”

They kissed beneath the water, and Derek pulled Aaron against him, ready to devour him entirely this time with his eyes open, with less anger and more love. They were drenched beneath the steaming shower, feet slipping in soapy puddles against the angled tile floor. Aaron splayed his hands against the wall, tried to find some grip as Derek urged himself inside, thrust deeper and deeper. He kissed Aaron's neck, nuzzled hungrily against the raised vertebrae that danced before his dazzled eyes. Blinking water from his lashes, his hands found their resting places at the curve of his hips, gripped the razor-sharp angles of bones too prominent.

The crush of their lips beneath the showers, the soap suds, the antiseptic smell of the mop against the boxing ring floor they'd left bloodied. It was a blur, a steam drenched blur. Aaron couldn't remember much more than seeing the world through the too bright shine of his tears and the weight of Derek against him.

On the ride home, Derek slid his hand across the console and let it rest against Aaron's thigh before finding his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Thank you,” Aaron said softly, staring at the flashing red lights on the road. He hadn't realized how long they had been in the gym, lost track of time. He was used to not sleeping, to being awake when the solid lights began flashing and went back again, he ushered in twilight and dawn with the same lack of enthusiasm and burning red eyes. Slowly his tired eyes blazed a trail from the stop lights to his wrist, sore beneath the cuff of the sweatshirt he was wearing. He pulled the sleeve back and smiled at the bruise flowering against his pale skin, blossoming over his pulse that ran slow and thick like the Mississippi.

“Anytime,” Derek replied, and one intersection later he realized that Aaron's hand had gone limp beneath his. He was fast asleep, his temple resting against the cold glass window. They were close to Aaron's apartment, but he couldn't bear the thought of waking him, not yet. Another few aimless blocks wouldn't hurt.

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hotchafterhours · 2 years

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Prove You're Alive

Summary: Morgan is worried about Hotch so he takes him to work out some of his aggression with his fists. (Explicit coda to 05x02 - Haunted)

Warnings: insomnia, fighting, blood, sex

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Kink: fighting...with these two, could it be anything else?

Words: 3.4k

Read on AO3: Prove You're Alive

“I'm not about to stand by and watch this man kill himself.”

“And you won't.”

“I know.”

“Shh,” Derek said, shaking his head. “I know. I get it. Look, I have an idea, I just need you to go put on some sweats and come with me.”

“Where are we going?” he asked, trying to keep his tone even and soft. Tired, he just sounded tired. Derek shook his head.

“Be patient, man. Just trust me.”

“What about it?”

“It's a little late to hit the treadmills...”

“This is Aaron,” Derek said, catching him off guard. He'd been far away.

“Aaron,” Derek said, now grabbing his attention and tugging him back to the present. “This is my buddy Marty; he owns this place. Said we could use it for a while.”

“What are we doing here?”

“Yes.”

He looked triumphant, like he expected Aaron to fall to his knees and thank him. It wasn't going to happen...Aaron was tired. He wanted to sleep.

“Derek...”

“Don't Derek me. Gimme your best shot.”

“Hotch...you can do better...”

“Fucking hit me!” Derek shouted, storming toward Aaron. “C'mon man!”

“Do it,” Aaron growled through clenched teeth, tears hot on his cheeks. “I know you want to.”

“You better believe I want to,” Derek gasped, his chest heaving. “All day I've wanted to crack you in the jaw! Set you straight!”

“You've never hesitated before...what's stopping you?”

“You good?”

“Derek,” Aaron said, softer this time, masking the fear that coursed through him. “It's fine.”

“I just...” he stammered, thumb rubbing against the knotted scar reverently. He didn't know how to do this part, to be okay with what Foyet left behind, to move past it without acknowledging it.

“I know.”

On the ride home, Derek slid his hand across the console and let it rest against Aaron's thigh before finding his hand and giving it a squeeze.

#hell yeah #hotchgan #boxer Hotch #👀👀👀👀👀

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