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Another smut prompt list ‘cause I needed one

So, I decided to do another smut prompt list. The first twenty are the same as the other post.

1. “Stop teasing.”

2. “You really wanna test me?”

3. “Slut.”

4. “Your biggest fantasy is a foursome? With who?”

5. “Maybe I could whore you out.”

6. “Shut up and fuck me, damnit.”

7. “Good boy/girl/baby.”

8. “What’s the matter, Prince(ss)?”

9. “How many times should I edge you, huh?”

10. “You really want a threesome for your birthday?”

11. “Anything for you, Sir/Mistress.”

12. “You lost the bet, now pay up.”

13. “Maybe I could keep you tied up in the basement with all my other toys.”

14. “How should I tie you up?”

15. “If you’re not begging by the end of a punishment, have you really learned your lesson?”

16. “Beg.”

17. “Oh, baby... we’re just getting started?”

18. “What’s your biggest fantasy?”

19. “Never would have suspected a pain kink.”

20. “God, you look pretty like this...”

21. “Role play? What kind?” 

22. “Yes sir/ma’am/sai professor.” 

23. “Fuck, you’re good at that.” 

24. “If you suffocate me sitting on my face, God(s) bless me, that’s how I was meant to die, and I’ll do it a happy person!” 

25. “What kind of sex toy did you have in mind?” 

26. “You want me to wear the school girl uniform?”

27. “You left the stall unlocked, knowing someone might come in and catch you acting like a bitch in heat, and you still did it?” 

28. “You’re tap dancing on my last nerve.” 

29. “I thought your rules were clear - no flirting.”

30. “Maybe I could lock you in chastity.” 

31. “Oh, does that feel good, Baby? What if I stopped?” 

32. “There’s no way that’s fitting.” 

33. “You want me to wear the dress?” 

34. “Maybe I should find something to gag you with. Like maybe your boxers/panties?” 

35. “Don’t make me take away titty time, you know I’ll do it.” 

36. “You want to switch? Like you top me instead?” 

37. “How is yoga going to be sexy? I’m gonna end up tearing something.” 

38. “On your knees.” 

39. “Don’t make me gag you.” 

40. “There’s no way that’s fitting.” 

41. “Look at it bulging your stomach.” 

42. “That was way hotter than it had any right to be.” 

43. “If you ask me, I should plug you and make you wear it to work tomorrow.” 

44. “Do you think you deserve to touch me?” 

45. “You want me to hold you at gunpoint?” 

46. “Choke me out.” 

47. “Come here, pretty boy/girl.”

48. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

49. “You’ll be screaming by the time I’m through with you.” 

50. “Awe, how cute... you think begging is going to get you somewhere.” 

51. “You have two seconds to strip before I shred your clothes with scissors.” 

52. “You’re at their mercy tonight. And I... am going to sit back and enjoy the show.”

53. “Your pussy/cock belongs to me now. You don’t get to touch it.” 

54. “We’re going to go live on our Pornhub. The audience gets to choose what happens to you.”

55. “How pathetic.” 

56. “Maybe I could turn you into a cuckold...” 

57. “What’s wrong, Baby? Am I not touching you enough?” 

58. “I love you dearly, but if you’re not naked in the next five seconds, I’ll force you.”

59. “I’m sorry. Consensual nonconsent? You want me to fake-rape you?” 

60. “Hands off.” 

61. “Your my bitch now.” 

62. “Yes, Daddy/Mommy.”

63. “Jesus tap-dancing Christ, if you don’t stop teasing...” 

64. “Maybe I should make you watch me fuck him/her/them.”

65. “What do you think? Should I let you cum?” 

66. “I’ve been a good boy/girl/submissive, please.” 

67. “Please, I’m so close, I need to cum.” 

68. “Ride me.” 

69. “I’m sorry. That’s going where, exactly?” 

70. “Good Slave.” 

71. “Maybe I could keep you locked up in the basement with the rest of my sex toys.”

72. “I’ve uh... never had phone sex before.” 

73. “You’d make a perfect sexdoll.” 

74. “You’re lucky I’m even touching you at all, you little brat.” 

75. “Need I remind you I have the power to deny you orgasms?” 

76. “A wet dream? About who?” 

77. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong.” 

78. “You really think they care about your pleasure? You’re their sex toy, tonight.” 

79. “I want you to watch.” 

80. “Facetime me. I wanna see your face when you cum.” 

81. “Don’t test me, Little Boy/Girl/One.” 

82. “You’ll be screaming by the time I’m through with you.” 

83. “We’re at the office.” 

84. “Oh, but you’ve only cum three times... Are you really already done?” 

85. “If you ask me, I should plug you and make you wear it to work tomorrow.”

86. “I bought a new toy!” *please specify which one you want in the ask*

87. “Count them. Lose count and we start over.”

88. “You’ll be tied up down here in the basement while I have friends over upstairs... maybe if you’re loud enough, someone might come down and play with you.” 

89. “Don’t you get it? You’re mine now.”

90. “I suggest you behave, or you’re in for a world of pain when we get home.”

91. “You’re sexting me? I’m in a meeting!” 

92. “No one will know.” 

93. “You want someone to walk in. See you all spread out.” 

94. “What if someone were watching, huh?” 

95. “Let’s put that beautiful body on display for the world to see.” 

96. “Enough.” 

97. “You’ve got exactly two seconds to fix that attitude before my cock/strapon fucks it out of you, got it?” 

98. “Harder Daddy/Mommy.”

99. “Let’s play a game.” 

100. “You should have thought of that before groping that person in the break room.” 

Prompt me, Baby!

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I love your drunk Aaron fic so much! I've read it a few over by now and I need more of it! (I also need Spencer's answer 😉) Your drunk Aaron has the same energy of a drunk guy saying something like "I can't sleep with you I love my wife" to his wife, I love it 😄

Your wish is my command my dear

I'm so sorry this took so long. I hope it's what you were after :)

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of smut/sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

Spencer really hadn’t had much to drink that game; he didn’t have a problem talking to his friends usually. He’d only had three shots the entire game, and though it was enough to give him a buzz, it wasn’t enough to mute his inhibitions.

He didn’t plan on making it four until those drunkenly slurred words left Aaron’s mouth.

“Would you have liked it if I’d followed through?”

If he thought the buzz had created a flush on his face before, he was beet red now. He choked on his own saliva for a moment while the room around them fell into laughter.

Aaron felt a twinge of curiosity in his chest pair with a spark of heat at the way Spencer was shifting in embarrassment and, drunk far beyond his usual professional demeanor, wanted to know what else Spencer might be into – and if you’d genuinely be up for exploring that with both him and Aaron.

You were the most sober of the gang; you were pretty much an open book, and you really didn’t care what the team did and didn’t know about you, so while the rest of the team was buzzing on 3 to 8 Kool-Aid shots (courtesy of a tipsy Penelope), you were sipping on your raspberry lemonade with only a single shot in your system. The question that preceded the shot was about your first husband and to be quite frank, you didn’t want to talk about him, so you took the shot.

You were quite thankful you weren’t drunk – this is honestly one of the most amusing things you’d ever witnessed and it was very refreshing to see Aaron genuinely letting loose, even if it meant there were something things about your sex life exposed.

“Well, Kid?” Derek teased. “You wanna answer the man?”

Spencer reached for a shot and downed it with a grimace.

“That’s a huge yes,” Derek stated.

“It’s okay, Spence,” you stated, patting his shoulder.

“Yeah, kid,” Derek said. “No judgement.”

Spencer spun the bottle and watched it land on JJ.

“Truth,” she stated.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever had to say to your parents?” He asked, using a pre-made list of truths that Penelope had given him.

“Ooh,” JJ winced. “When I was sixteen, one of my friends tried to sneak their boyfriend in through the basement window and he got stuck. I had to wake my parent up at two in the morning to have them break the window frame to get him unstuck. It wasn’t even my idea to sneak him in, I knew I wasn’t allowed to have boys over. But I had to take the blame for my friend.”

“Yikes,” Emily said.

JJ spun the bottle and watched as it landed on Emily.

“Truth.”

“How old were you when you had your first boyfriend?”

“Preschool,” she said. “Joey McKinney. He gave me a ring pop on the playground during recess and swore he’d marry me.”

“Awe,” JJ laughed.

“He moved away two weeks later,” she said, wistfully. “Broke my heart.”

Dave and Derek laughed while Emily spun the bottle again. It landed on Aaron and she got a grin on her face that almost scared you.

“Truth or dare, Hotch?”

“Truth,” he stated.

“What is the most adventurous thing you’ve done in the bedroom?”

“With me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Ever,” Emily said.

“I didn’t get adventurous until I met y/n,” he said in thought. “I dunno, y/n. Wha’s the most a’vent’ous thing we’ve done?”

“Hmm...” you said. “I’d say probably Halloween in 2010.”

Aaron let out that high laugh again.

“Do tell,” Emily said.

“On Halloween, a friend of y/n’s invited us to this party,” he said, laughing a little. “Every couple had a costume theme for the evenin’ and had the option of roleplayin’ their character if they wan’ed to.”

“Oh? And what was your costume theme?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Maid and Housemaster,” you smirked. “There was a lot of public play involved.”

“Y-you wore a maid costume?” Spencer asked, flushing even brighter.

Aaron laughed and smirked at him.

“Not quite,” you smirked at him.

“Hotch wore the costume?” Spencer squeaked, eyes nearly bugging out of his skull as he shifted in his seat.

“Now that is something I would pay to see,” Derek grinned.

“It was actually pretty comfy,” Aaron laughed. “Course, I got slapped on the ass like eight times by a woman I didn’t know, but the outfit wasn’ so bad.”

Spencer flushed brighter.

“Look at the kid. You look like a cherry tomato, Reid,” Derek laughed.

“Aaron, Baby, I think you broke Dave,” you stated. Aaron raised his eyes to find Dave with his glass of rum and coke half-way to his mouth, eyes wide.

“Wha’d I do?” He repeated.

“Just spin the bottle,” Emily said. He reached forward and clumsily spun the bottle, grinning when it landed on Spencer again.

“Truth’r dare?” He asked.

“I’m going to regret this, but... truth.”

“Did ya’ like the idea a’seein’ me in the costume?” He asked. “Or did ya’ like the idea a’seein’ y/n in it?”

He thought for a moment before trying to gather his courage to be more like Derek because he knew the answer would be obvious no matter if he admitted it or took the shot.

“Can’t it be both?” He smirked.

You choked on your lemonade and Aaron grinned at Spencer. “Maybe I’d feel the same about you, Pretty Boy. N’I think y/n feels the same.”

The team was stunned into silence as you continued hacking around lemonade that you’d unintentionally inhaled, Spencer’s stunned face now the color of a pomegranate.

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ahh you’ve posted so much today! i can’t wait to binge them when i get home. hopefully i’ll have some ideas you’ll enjoy

-🦋

Ahhhh I can't wait!!

I hope at least a few are Hotchgan. I'll write anything else, too, of course!

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hi :) i stumbled across your blog & recently realized how comforting i found little!reader fics. i was wondering if you could do more of alex x little!reader ?? anything would be fine<3

Your wish is my command, my dear

I'm so sorry this took so long. I really hope you like it

Warnings: regression, cute bath time stuff, gn!reader

Alex had had a date already in mind – a nice hot bath together with some wine (the good expensive stuff Rossi bought you for your birthday) while watching on of your favorite movies. It was the perfect break from the stress of your jobs without being too extravagant.

Until of course, she came home after work.

“Y/n! I’m home,” she called. “I brought some of the wine Dave bought us!”

You came running toward her, wearing a pair of light yellow knee-highs and one of Alex’s hoodies.

“Momma! I want wines!”

Alex paused, not having expected you to be little, but she smiled at you, anyway, switching her date-night plans around a bit.

“Oh, no, Little One,” she said, setting the wine on the counter. “Wine is grown-ups.”

“But... I’s a grown-up!”

“Nope,” she said. “You are my itty-bitty baby.”

You flushed brightly. “Momma, I nots itty-bitty!”

“I think you are,” she said, scooping you up. “Too the bubble bath!”

“Yay! Bubba baff!” You cheered. She carried you into the bathroom and set you down on the counter, bending to the bathtub to plug it and start filling it.

“What do you think, Little One? Should we do honey-coconut or eucalyptus?”

“Coconut,” you said.

She selected the proper bubble bath and started the bubbles before returning to in front of you.

“Okay, Little One. Let’s strip,” she said, tugging her hoodie up over your head before moving onto your socks. She removed your under clothes before stripping herself and turning the water off once the bath was full.

“Into the bath,” she said, lifting you and setting you down in the water before climbing in herself.

“Okay, Little One. Head back for me,” she said, grabbing your bath cup and gently wetting your hair down before massaging shampoo into it, hearing you hum, softly into the feeling with a smile. After rinsing, she massaged conditioner in, then turned you to face her as she grabbed a wash cloth.

“Ready, Little One?” She asked.

You wiggled in excitement and nodded. She raised the wet to your left ear, gently massaging.

“Ever so gentle,” she said, softly. She moved the other and repeated it. “Ever so gentle.”

You giggled.

She brought the cloth to your face and gently scrubbed the cloth across it.

“And a... scrubby scrubby scrubby!”

You squealed with laughter and splashed some of the bubbles around.

“Agains, agains!”

Alex repeated it, reaching for your ears. “Ever so gentle... ever so gentle...”

She moved to your face. “And a scrubby scrubby scrubby!”

You squealed again and clapped. “Yay!”

“Silly Baby,” Alex smiled, booping your nose.

“I nots a silly baby!”

“You’re my silly baby,” Alex said, kissing your forehead.

“I loves you, Momma,” you said, shyly.

“I love you too, Little One,” she smiled.

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daddy emily x mommy jj x little female reader?

their princess is very far into littkespace and tries to put stuff in her mouth like a remot, blocks, etc

Your wish is my command, my dear

Also, I'm so sorry this took so long

Warnings: regression, putting things into mouths that do not belong there

JJ and Emily knew they had to watch you closely, especially at this stage in little space. Your average age was two, maybe eighteen months at the youngest, but it had been a grueling case and when you regressed, your mind decided to check out almost completely – you were left at an age of infancy, maybe seven or eight months old.

You’d regressed this young a few times before; the biggest difference between taking care of you at such a young age is the diapers. A toddler-you was still potty trained relatively well, even if you sometimes dropped whatever you were doing with a shout of ‘potty’ before making a mad dash to the bathroom. At eight months old, you didn’t have that option, and wore a diaper. And besides the diaper, the other biggest difference was that fact that you put just about anything you could get your hands on into your mouth. Toy cars, blocks, the tv remote, your stuffies, anything small enough to fit.

You’d been regressed for a little over an hour. JJ had put Charlie’s Colorform City on the TV to help keep you entertained while she and Emily tried to focus on getting some of their paperwork done at the kitchen table.

You’d lost interest in the show when something shiny in the toy bucket a few feet away caught your attention.

You couldn’t walk (you could barely even crawl at this age), so you used your arms to scoot your diapered butt forward, a small grunt of exertion escaping. When you were finally close enough, you smacked your hand down on the bucket until you were able to grab the toy in a pincer grasp, immediately bringing the shiny plastic rattle to your mouth to gnaw on it.

After hearing the clacking of your teeth on plastic, JJ quickly turned to face you and walked over, gently removing the toy.

“Ah ah,” she said. “I don’t think so, Princess. Rattles don’t go in your mouth.”

You babbled a protest, selecting a different toy to shove in and landing with a purple plastic stacker block.

“No, Princess,” JJ said. “Blocks don’t go in there, either. Your bibi does.”

You recognized that word, the thought followed immediately by JJ gently sticking the paci hanging from your onesie collar into your mouth. You pouted about it for a moment before deciding that hearing the rattle was a lot more satisfying that chewing on it and shaking it back and forth rapidly with a giggle.

JJ smiled and kissed your forehead before returning to the table.

It took ten more minutes before you got bored again and sought out different stimulation. You spotted something else shiny on the entertainment center and scooted up to grab it, the cool metal of a TV cord clacking against your teeth.

Emily heard it and turned around, jumping up. “Shit! No, y/n, that does not go in your mouth, Baby.”

She quickly removed the cord and pulled you backward, sticking your pacifier back in your mouth “Bibi goes in your mouth. Not cords.”

You pushed the paci back out. “Dadadadada!”

"That's right, Princess, Dada. This is Bibi,” Emily said, sticking it back in.

“Bah!” You said, spitting it out.

“Bibi,” she said, putting it back.

You giggled and spit it back out. “Bah!”

“Bibi,” she repeated, putting it back.

“Bah!” You giggled, pushing it out.

“She’s playing you like a fiddle, Em,” JJ smiled from where she was watching. “You’re playing a game.”

“What?” She asked, sticking it back in.

“Bah!” You giggled, spitting it out.

“You’re playing a game. It’s like the ‘I throw it, you pick it up’ game,” JJ said.

“Hmm...” Emily said, sticking it back in and booping your nose. You giggled again and babbled, happily.

“Goofy Princess.”

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I was thinking they walk in on them having sex. Xx

Your wish is my command, my dear.

Notes: sorry this took so long! And it's not his house, it's a hotel during a case :)

Warnings: allusions to sex, swearing

Okay.

So maybe morning sex on a case wasn’t your greatest idea.

But you can’t technically be blamed – Derek's the one that woke up grinding his morning wood against you, keeping you close against him with an arm around your stomach with a strength that was more than enough to get you revving.

And further in your defense – you should have had plenty of time for a round before needing to get up and shower to head to the local precinct; you and Derek were supposed to be there at seven a.m. sharp and it was five-thirty, so you should have had an hour to get ready, even if your morning ‘quickie’ took thirty minutes. You and Derek, aside from Hotch, were the first ones awake and ready in the morning, and were almost always the second ones to arrive at the hotel coffee bar to wait on everyone else.

Unfortunately, Derek had other ideas.

Derek decided that a Tuesday morning while working a case, was the perfect time to draw out teasing you with his fingers before finally getting inside you, even though you’d warned him that you were, in fact, on a case and therefore on a time crunch.

So again, you couldn’t be blamed – not when Derek had spent almost forty-five minutes tauntingly fingering you with the promise of finally getting something a lot better with his fingers if you were a good baby for him.

The rest of the team had gathered in the coffee room and were waiting on you and Derek, Hotch growing increasingly impatient.

“Y/n is never late,” Spencer said, nervously fidgeting with his messenger bag strap. “Do you think they’re okay? Maybe they’re sick.”

“Knowing Derek, he’s probably spent an hour in the shower turning himself into a princess,” Emily teased, lightly, drawing a laugh from Dave and JJ.

“Should we check on them?” Spencer asked, obliviously. “Just in case y/n is sick or something. I know they really hate being late.”

“We have fifteen minutes before we leave,” Hotch stated. “Let’s make it quick.”

Spencer, the worried baby he was, immediately led the team to your and Derek’s room, using the master key Hotch had to all of his agents’ room to enter. They all filed into the room, Spencer’s eyes widening in shock as he saw you and Derek lying on your sides, the latter thrusting roughly into you from behind. You remained oblivious to your audience, too absorbed in Derek’s hand on your throat, and the other roughly toying with your clit.

Emily and JJ’s jaws dropped open in shock and JJ quick raised a hand to Spencer’s eyes to cover them. Dave barely choked down a surprised laugh and Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose to quell the onset of a headache before swiping the same hand down his face in exasperation.

“If you two are finished,” he announced, respectfully averting his eyes from the bed and focusing on the decorative flower arrangement hanging on the wall.

You shrieked a little in surprise and Derek quickly yanked the blankets back up over you both.

“What the hell?” Derek grunted.

“You’re almost an hour later than normal,” Spencer said, allowing JJ’s hand to remain over his eyes. “We were worried because y/n is never late, so we came to check on you.”

“Damnit, Derek,” you huffed. “I told you we had to make it quick or we’d be late.”

“Sue me,” Derek said with a lazy smirk in your direction. “You’re too pretty not to tease, Prince(ss)-”

“Okay,” Hotch interrupted swiping his hand down his face again before making eye contact with Derek and only Derek to avoid making you more uncomfortable than you already were. “Put it back in your pants, Morgan, and meet us at the precinct by seven. And next time, save it for after the case.”

He turned to exit the room. “Jesus Christ. You two copulate like catholic rabbits. I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Emily laughed before following him out, JJ turning Spencer around before removing her hand to walk him out. Dave was the last to leave, so he shut the door after him, leaving you and Derek in bed alone.

“Did he just say catholic rabbits?” Derek asked, confused.

“Rabbits procreate quite a lot,” you explained.

“What about the Catholic part?” He asked.

“Catholics don’t believe in artificial ways of contraception. No birth control, no hormone control, no silicone diaphragms, and no condoms. It’s a running joke that married women in the catholic church are always pregnant,” you explained. “Now, if you’d excuse me, I’m going to shower because I really don’t want to be fired.”

“Ooh-”

“Ah,” you interrupted, kissing him. “And you are not invited.”

Derek pouted as he watched you enter the bathroom without him.

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I’m so happy i saw you on my timeline today!!

Gorsh, you make blush

I'm glad to here from you too! Your username always makes me smile :)

I'm sorry for being spotty on here at best, but I'll hopefully be filling some more requests today. Let me know if you have any :)

[allthingsnerdhq]

I LOVEE UT CONTENT

can we have some more little!reader and daddy!hotch? maybe she gets a time out?

Your wish is my command, my dear

Warnings: regression, swearing, timeouts, mentions of period cramps

Enjoy! (and sorry it took so long! I've been super busy!)

You’d been in a mood all morning. Aaron noticed it from the second you trudged your grumpy bum into the kitchen and didn’t get all giggly like you always did when he bowed and called you princess as he presented your Mickey Mouse pancakes.

He couldn’t say he really blamed you for being grumpy – the last case was rough on everyone, and to top it off, you hadn’t slept as well as you normally did in little space the night before, so he was kind of expecting to have a grumpy princess.

What he didn’t expect was for you to push away your pancake with whipped cream, strawberries, and blueberries (your very favorite, which he figured you deserved after such a rough case), and ignore him when he asked what was wrong.

“You okay, Princess?” He asked. “You love your Mickey pancakes.”

You ignored him and shoved your plate forward on the counter, slouching forward as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Y/n? Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, ducking his head to meet your eyes, which you quickly looked away from.

“Princess, talk to me,” he said.

“Hmph!” You grunted, turning away from him.

“Hey, Little One, what’s wrong? I can’t help if you don’t talk to me,” he said, softly.

“No!” You stated.

“‘No’ what, Baby?” He asked.

“Fuck off!”

“Y/n!” Aaron said, startled. You knew swearing while little was against the rules and you were usually on your best behavior.

You stuck your tongue out at him and blew a raspberry.

“Hey, missy, you know perfectly well that’s a bad word. Why are you acting out? Do you want attention?”

“No!”

“Then why are you acting out?”

“No!”

“‘No’ what?” He asked.

You blew another raspberry. “Fuck off!”

“Y/n y/m/n! You say that one more time and I wash your mouth out. You know that’s a bad word. Why are you acting out, Baby? I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“No!”

“Y/n, ‘no’ what?” He asked, exasperating and growing increasingly distressed by your moody behavior. He knew there had to be an underlying issue; he just didn’t know how to get you to say it aloud. He was still fairly new to taking care of a regressor, and he couldn’t really say he’d done much better with Jack at this age.

Toddlers are difficult.

“Fuck off!” You repeated, tongue out again as you shoved your plate onto the floor with a wet smack, splattering fruit and whipped cream across the floor.

“Okay. That’s it. You’re going in timeout,” he stated. Your tongue instantly retracted in surprise.

He didn’t want to go through with washing your mouth out, but you’d been more than open with how to best punish you if you acted out and the option he was most comfortable with was a timeout.

He stepped over the mess and scooped you up, walking to the corner of the living room before setting you down.

“Face the wall. Five minutes,” he said, tone firm but gentle. “I’ll be back when I’m done cleaning up the kitchen.”

He watched you turn around and sit on your bum before walking back to the kitchen to clean up the mess on the kitchen floor. By the time he’d finished, your timeout was over, so he walked back out to find you quietly crying in the corner. He felt a small wave of guilt, but it was quelled by the flashback to when you’d told him that punishing you was necessary in regression, just like it’s necessary to punish a real child.

He approached you, speaking softly. “Princess?”

You quickly turned around and he felt his heart crack at the pout on your face, your bottom lip quivering as you reached up toward him.

“I sorry, Daddy!” You cried.

He scooped you up and walked you to the couch, sitting down with you on his lap.

“I- I sorry, Daddy,” you hiccupped.

“It’s okay, Baby,” he said, gently rubbing your back. “I forgive you.”

“I- I no meaned to makes you mad!”

“I was just frustrated, Princess. I wasn’t mad. I didn’t know what was wrong with you and that scared me a little. I wanted to help you,” he said. “Next time, can we tell Daddy what’s wrong when we’re upset?”

“O-okay,” you said, nodding. “I sorry.”

“It’s okay, Princess. I forgive you. Can you tell me why you’re so grumpy today?”

“My tummy’s hurty,” you said.

“It’s hurty?” He asked. “Where does it hurt, Princess?”

“Here,” you said, rubbing your lower abdomen.

Aaron almost winced. He knew very well what a hurty tummy meant in that area.

He was barely accustomed to taking care of you on your period while you were big, let alone little.

“Okay, Baby,” he said. “I think I know where some medicine is at for that. Let’s get you some juice.”

“Tanks, Daddy,” you mumbled, octopussing yourself around him when he stood to make sure he didn’t let you go.

“You’re welcome, Princess,” he said, kissing your temple as he filled your favorite color sippy with orange juice and got out the pill crusher and two Midol from the cabinet. After crushing them and dumping them into the juice, he screwed on the lid and gave it to you. You wrapped one arm around his neck and rested your chin on his shoulder as the other one held the cup to your lips.

“Bestest Daddy,” you mumbled between gulps.

“Bestest Princess,” he said, gently rubbing your back. “Now how about we get some breakfast in that hurty tummy of yours?”

“Yes, pease,” you said.

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Hewwo it’s been a while! How have you been?

-🐸🍄

Hello! I know it's been a while, I'm really sorry it's been so long. School just got super busy with theater and now I'm student teaching at a middle school, so I have to do lesson plans. I'm doing good for the most part :). If not a little exhausted. I'll be answering a few asks tonight. It's the first time I've logged in in a while, and I've got a bunch of new ones to answer. How have you been? Had any ideas for Pets and Princesses?

[allthingsnerdhq]

happy new years!!

Awe, thanks! Happy new years to as well :)

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They are just the regular ones. definitely not ready to try platforms yet lol

Lol. Yeah it definitely takes practice. First time I wore my platform boots, I ended up face planting into a tree trunk. I'm glad you had a decent Christmas break, and may your boot break in easily

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i got white doc martens and clothes, books from my grandparents and gift cards from my cousins, aunts, and uncles :)

Oh that's cool! I love the white combat boot aesthetic. Are they platforms or just regular boots?

[allthingsnerdhq]

happy holidays!!

if you celebrate christmas do you mind sharing what you got if you received anything?

Happy Holidays to you as well!

I got an AC/DC Funko Pop display case with a Back in Black album, a Sherlock Holmes puzzle book, a book on tarot cards and spreads, a box of dinosaur figurines, and a hundred dollars from my grandparents.

How about you?

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aaron definitely tries to be a brat towards morgan. he uses his size to try to intimidate derek and get him to submit but ofc it doesn’t work how he expects it to. a couple of words and kisses later and he’s back where derek wants him.

Mm. Yes.

This was way shorter than I wanted it to be, so I'm sorry

Warnings: groping, mostly dirty talk

To Anyone reading: feel free to send me more hotchgan asks! 

Derek thinks one of his favorite parts about his and Aaron’s relationship is Aaron’s bratty side.

Don't get him wrong, he loves everything about their relationship, just like he loves everything about Aaron, but there is just something about the sweet satisfaction of being able to control Aaron’s behavior and change it with just a few simple words or cues that thrills him.

It doesn’t happen often - Aaron has a major praise kink and loves being on his best behavior for Derek so he gets lots of rough sex, all the while he’s being told how good he’s doing. He loves it.

But there are a few times where he tries to reverse the roles, and make Derek submit to him.

Derek has only allowed it to happen once, and it was allowed because it was under a totally different circumstance where Aaron needed to be the dominant one as an outlet for the pure rage he’d been holding inside of the duration of almost three weeks during a case that hit particularly close to home where the unsub poked and prodded at a nerve best left untouched. Derek had bottomed plenty before Aaron (mostly before he’d gained his muscle tone), but he doesn’t think he’d ever been left walking funny until that night with Aaron.

And every other time, it’s simply because he wants to see if he can get away with it. If Derek will just let him have the reigns.

It’s never worked, but that sure as hell doesn’t stop him from trying.

The team was trapped in Cheyenne, Wyoming. They'd just finished wrapping up a case, but the weather forecast called for a massive hailstorm, which was enough to scare the pilots into keeping the plane on the ground until it passed.

Unfortunately for the team, that meant who knows how many days of boredom, stuck in a hotel.

Well, the team minus Aaron and Derek, who very rarely got bored when sex was an option to occupy their time.

They had just gotten out of a shower when Aaron decided he was going to try again. Neither of them was dressed yet, towels wrapped around their waists, and he approached Derek before he could pull his boxers up his legs. He turned him around and cornered him against the wall, standing tall and placing his hands on either side of Derek’s head.

“Aaron?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I want sex,” he stated, bluntly.

Derek’s demeanor changed almost in an instant, the blunt and demanding tone to Aaron’s voice tipping him off to his plans. “Well, I’m glad you’re comfortable enough in the relationship to ask for sex when you want it, but I’m damn sure that is not how I told you to ask for it, kitten.”

He gave Aaron a little glare and Aaron simply countered it with his own, despite the way his knees went weak at the name.

“I don’t think so,” he smirked, lowering one hand from the wall to roughly grip Derek over his towel. “I think tonight, you’re the kitten.”

Derek, despite the pleasure he gained from the friction, remained unfazed and reached up to Aaron’s neck, placing his thumb in the hollow of his throat.

“Is that so?” He asked.

“You gonna be good?” Aaron taunted. “Or am I gonna punish you?”

“And how are you gonna do that, hmm?” He asked, smirking as he brought one hand around to Aaron’s ass, dropping his towel to give it a harsh squeeze. Aaron shifted a little, and Derek used the grip on his throat to bring him closer and kiss him, speaking between kisses.

“You gonna spank me?” He asked, giving an equally harsh slap to the spot he’d squeezed. Aaron, despite his best efforts, whined a little into his mouth.

Derek gave a quiet, taunting laugh, and pulled Aaron’s head away from his mouth to shove three of his fingers as far into Aaron’s as they could reach. “Or maybe make me choke on your cock, hmm?”

He gave another laugh, this one a condescending scoff as he moved his other hand to grip Aaron’s cock. “That is... if this thing is even capable of making someone choke.”

Aaron, again involuntarily, whined around Derek’s fingers, cock twitching a little in Derek’s hand.

“Or maybe...” he said, removing his fingers and switching hands to use Aaron’s saliva as he slowly stroked his cock, thumbing the slit aggressively, the way that made Aaron’s knees go weak every time. “You might edge me, hmm?”

“D-Derek,” Aaron whined, softly.

Derek scoffed another condescending laugh and kicked Aaron’s knee forward, forcing him to the ground. He crouched a little, now with a height advantage and roughly gripped Aaron’s chin, forcing his head back. Aaron whined again and spoke with a taunting tone.

“Dumb, dumb, dumb little Kitten,” he purred. “Will you ever learn that that will never work?”

“D-Derek...” he whimpered.

A sharp smack to his cheek had him moaned, eyes slipping shut, reopening them to be met with a harsh glare. “What’s my name, Kitten?”

“S-Sir,” he corrected, softly. “Sorry, Sir.”

“Now,” Derek smirked. “I think someone needs to learn what happens to kitties that don’t play nice with their masters.”

Aaron mewled, softly, knowing that his punishment would be one of the three things Derek had mentioned.

“What should it be, Kitten? You want a spanken? Or maybe I should show you what a real cock can do to your throat? Or how about I edge you?”

“N-no, Sir,” Aaron whimpered.

“No edging?” Derek taunted. “Awe, why not, Kitten?”

He had every intention of listening to the request – Aaron very rarely said no to something Derek was going to do to him, so Derek knew that if he did say no, he truly didn’t want to do it, and he always let Aaron set those kinds of boundaries because he trusted Aaron not to abuse that power. Besides, most of the time, it was supposed to be a funishment; if he made Aaron do something he truly didn’t want to do during a funishment, it wasn’t a ‘fun’ishment, it was a real punishment and Aaron almost never deserved those.

“Spanking?” Aaron asked, hopefully, giving Derek his best puppy dog eyes.

“Hmm,” Derek said, standing up and walking toward his go-bag. “Bend over the bed, Kitten.”

Aaron scrambled to follow the order and bent himself over the bed, whining when he heard the tell-tale clinking of Derek’s belt as he fished it out of his go-bag.

The belt hit the mattress beside Aaron’s side and then one of his own ties was being shoved into his mouth and knotted at the back of his head.

Derek stepped up behind him, pressing himself against Aaron’s bum and groaning a little when the sub whined, needily and wiggled back against him. He gently trailed the belt up and down Aaron spine, voice soft and taunting in a fond tone as he spoke.

“Will you ever learn that won’t work on me, Kitten?” He asked.

Aaron grinned cheekily around the gag. “Probably not.”

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hey i really like ur writing and was wondering if i could make a request alex blake x reader she comforts you after a bad day then confesses feelings it’s okay if u can’t i hope your continue writing :)

- 🥔

Your wish is my command, my dear

Warnings: none

Also, quick question, because the graphics on my laptop are really shitty. Are you a potato, a peanut, or jelly bean anon?

If there was one thing Alex Blake prided herself on, it was her ability to comfort people.

Her mom always said that was because she had a friendly face and a motherly voice that simply brought an air of comfort about her, even as a teenager.

And so, when she noticed someone on the team having a bad day, she always tried to help; it wasn’t always successful, but she felt better knowing she’d tried.

And sometimes, when she noticed that you’d been having a rough day, she found herself almost giddy; you loved hugs, especially when you were down (Alex thinks that’s a deep pressure sensory thing), and any contact that she was able to have with you was good contact. Her feelings for you were continuously growing, and even though she was too chicken to admit it – she’d fallen for you. Hard.

The team was on a case in Kentucky, and you’d been having what is quite possibly one of the worst bad-luck days you’d ever had.

You’d spilled two coffees on yourself, both hot, one of the local had made fun of your clumsiness, another local was constantly making advances on you, even though you’d clearly expressed that you weren’t interested, that same local had grabbed your ass three different times, and even Hotch threatening him wasn’t enough to get him to back off. You’d almost gotten shot and almost gotten hit by a car during the chase, and then, during the actual take down, when you tackled the unsub, putting your full body weight into it, you ended up rolling into a lake in fifty-degree weather.

By the time you managed to cuff the unsub and the rest of the team was able to catch up, Hotch decided to have Alex take you back to the hotel to change clothes and get warmed up because he knew you got sick easy.

Alex immediately offered you her jacket, and you hugged it closer to you as the familiar scent of lemon and rosemary surrounded you, allowing her to wrap an arm around you to guide you to the car. She helped you in before climbing in herself and cranking the heater as high as it would go.

You arrived at the hotel fifteen minutes later, and Alex guided you up to your room. She found the warmest pajamas you packed and helped you undressed when she noticed that you were shivering too hard.

“Y-you spoil me,” you muttered, softly when she helped you redress.

“Do you have a problem with that?” She asked, smiling softly.

“Not a one,” you said, flushing a little.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

You didn’t answer, and she frowned a little in concern. “Do you need a hug, y/n?”

“N-no...” you lied, looking away from her and not wanting to be needy, even though a hug from Alex was possibly one of the best experiences of your life and it sounded damn good right about then.

“Come here,” she said, pulling the covers back on your bed and guiding you to lay down. She laid down in front of you and opened her arms and you were quick to fold your arms over your chest and snuggle as close as you could, allowing her to wrap her arms tightly around you.

“All you have to do is say you want a hug, y/n,” she said into your damp hair. “I’ll never tell you no.”

“Thanks, Alex,” you whispered. You snuggled impossibly closer, and the two of you fell silent.

After almost twenty minutes of quiet, where you were trying your hardest to keep a handle on all of the ugly feelings swimming around inside you after the horrible day you’d had, Alex assumed that you’d fallen asleep. Her heart ached to get it out, but she knew she’d never have the courage to say to your face.

She spoke, voice a bare whisper, holding you tighter.

“I know you can’t hear me right now, y/n, but I... I need to say it. I can’t hold onto this anymore,” she whispered.

“I can’t say it to your face, because I know you won’t reciprocate it, and I'd die of horrible embarrassment if you openly told me that you didn’t feel the same. I... I really like you, y/n. I like everything about you, so much more than I think I've ever liked anyone in my life. I like your adorable little smile and that cute little snort laugh of yours. I like the way you hold yourself, and how every ounce of you radiates a kind of confidence I don’t think I’ll ever be able to achieve. I love your goofy sense of humor and how no matter how stupid your jokes are, you never fail to make me laugh. I adore everything about you. And I had to get it out because holding it in the way I was, was killing me.”

You were barely keeping a handle on your emotions, trying futilely to control your breathing, so you spoke, voice no louder than hers from where your face was tucked into her chest.

“I really like you, too, Alex,” you said. “So much.”

Alex went stiff in shock, and the realization that you’d not only heard her, but also reciprocated her feelings, hit her like a train.

The initial shock wore off in seconds when you tried to pull away from her in concern, and she scrambled to keep you next to her, sniffling softly.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” she said.

“Don’t be sorry, Alex,” you said, tipping your head to look at her. “I’m just glad I didn’t have to find a way to confess to you.”

You gave a lopsided grin, even though your teary eyes held more emotion than your cheeky attitude could ever hold, and she gave a soft, breathy laugh, sniffling softly as she matched your emotional-filled humorous attitude with her own comeback.

“Sure. Leave the hard part to me.”

You laughed, softly, and wiggled up until you could nuzzle into her neck. “Goodnight, Alex.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

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okayyy so

derek making aaron where a cock cage to work!! he constantly teases him throughout the day, saying things like “what would happen if the team found out there big, tough boss is such a whore”. and aaron can’t do anything but try his best to be good so that when they get home derek at least let’s him cum.

-🦋

Your wish is my command, my dear

warnings: smut 18+ Minors DNI, cock cages/chastity, sounding, dirty talk, the nickname pet, vibrators, swearing, sir!kink

It probably would have never crossed Aaron’s mind, even for a second, had it not been for Derek.

There's a lot about the stuff Aaron was into that wouldn’t have ever come up if it weren’t for Derek.

Some stuff Aaron didn’t even know existed before Derek became his dom.

And yet – here he is.

Sitting in the break room, his cock tucked away in a piece of medical-grade polycarbonate, locked in nice and secure by a small padlock, the key for which was dangling from a chain on Derek’s neck, tucked inside his shirt.

It was the first time he’d tried wearing it in public – Derek sometimes put him in it on their days off, just so he could get used to the feel of it, but this was the first time he’d worn it outside the comfort of their home.

Derek usually didn’t make a big deal out of him wearing it at home, aside from the odd grope or tease to remind him that it was there and that only Derek had the key, but now that Aaron had it on in public, he was certainly playing it up.

It wasn’t the first time they’d dabbled in humiliation play (dabble didn’t begin to cover how far they’ve explored that kink), but doing it public, where all it took was someone with really good hearing to hear what was going on, added an entirely new level of shame onto the experience - and if that kept Aaron so hard that he was bulging out of the cage, then... only Derek had to know.

Aaron was in the break room, trying to make himself a cup of coffee when Derek followed him in.

“Hey, Hotch,” he said, slapping his back in true Derek Morgan fashion when JJ also followed him in to get a coffee.

“Hey,” Aaron said, keeping his head down at his coffee as Derek grabbed a cup for both him and JJ and poured the last of the coffee into the two cups.

“Thanks, Derek,” JJ said, starting to sweeten her coffee while Derek started brewing a new pot. That was an unspoken rule amongst their office – if you take the last of the coffee, start a new pot.

And lucky for Derek, their ancient coffee pot took forever to get working, so JJ was done with her coffee and leaving the breakroom before suspicion could raise.

He finished getting the pot brewing, then turned to Aaron as he sipped on his own coffee.

“How’s it feelin’?” He asked, peering around to make sure no one was around.

“Fine,” Aaron said.

“Y’know, I was thinkin’,” he stated, reaching over and palming him, gripping the cage over his slacks.

Aaron whined in his throat and looked over at Derek. “And?"

“I think Reid knows,” he said, tugging a little and forcing another whine out of Aaron, both at the feeling and in alarm at his statement.

“What?”

“I think he knows something’s up,” he stated. He smirked, tone taunting. “Maybe we should tell him. Rip the bandaid off.”

“No,” Aaron said.

“Awe, what’s the matter, Pet?” Derek teased. “Don’t want him find out?”

“N-no,” Aaron repeated.

“I don’t believe you’re truly getting the purpose of being in your cage, Pet,” he said.

“What?” Aaron asked.

“I’ll explain in a bit,” he said, giving a sharp tug before releasing the cage. Aaron whined and curled in on himself a little. “Go back to your office.”

He gave Aaron’s ass a soft smack and Aaron jumped a little before heading back to his office, coffee in hand.

Two hours later, the team decided to get their dinners – Emily, Spencer and JJ wanted to order in from a new Pizzeria that opened a few weeks before while Dave and Penelope agreed on Panera because they were doing special meal deals in celebration of their 40th anniversary.

Derek wanted a burger, and Aaron, though he wasn’t very hungry, agreed to eat the salad that came with Derek’s burger because Penelope and Dave threatened to beat him with a shoe if he went another day without eating something because he was too wrapped up in work to be hungry.

Granted, that’s not what he was wrapped up in, but the point still stood – he wasn’t getting away with the ‘not hungry’ excuse, and accepted when Derek offered his salad because he said he doubted he’d be able to finish the entire meal on his own, anyway.

After getting their meals, Derek and Aaron went into Aaron’s office to eat while everyone else gathered in the bullpen to talk while eating their dinner.

Derek didn’t even have to come up with an excuse for wanting to eat lunch in Aaron’s office – Penelope decided it was his turn to babysit him and make sure he ate his lunch.

After closing the office door (which made the room fairly quiet, as the office - along with all the other offices - was reinforced), Derek set the food on the small coffee table. The team’s quite chattering filtered in, reminding Derek that the offices weren’t entirely sound-proof.

“Let me guess,” Aaron said, leaning back in his desk chair. “You’re on babysitting duty?”

“You wouldn’t need a babysitter if you’d eat your damn lunch on your own,” Derek said. “But that’s not the reason I'm up here. Come here, Pet.”

Aaron stood, confused, and walked over to him, noticing that Penelope was staring at him through the open blinds as he moved to the table, presumable checking to make sure he actually got up and stopped working to eat.

“If you’re not here for lunch, then why-?”

“Quiet,” Derek ordered.

Aaron shut his mouth, and Derek continued, voice dark and taunting.

“I was saying earlier that you aren’t grasping the reason you’re in your cage,” he stated, pressing Aaron’s back against the office door, both now out of the window’s line of sight.

Aaron nodded, but stayed silent and Derek reach forward to undo his belt.

“Derek, we’re in the off-”

“I said quiet, Pet,” Derek ordered again, tugging his pants and boxers to his thighs. He gripped the cage, tightly, forcing a whine from Aaron, and raised his other hand to the door beside Aaron’s head.

“You see, when I asked if we should just outright tell Reid, I wasn’t asking you,” he stated. “The whole point of locking this stupid little cock up is to teach you that it doesn’t belong to you anymore.”

Aaron whined, cock twitching in the cage.

“Your cock is mine to do with as I see fit, you don’t get a say in what happens to it. I think you need something more than the cage to remind you of that.”

“L-like what?” Aaron asked.

“If I have to tell you again to shut the fuck up, I’ll duct tape my boxers in your mouth,” Derek threatened.

Aaron shut his mouth.

“Don’t move.”

Derek walked to his bag and pulled out the storage case that came with the cage, along with a small bottle of lube.

Aaron bit his tongue, knowing that Derek wouldn’t hesitate to follow through on his threat about taping his boxers in his mouth, and watched as Derek knelt down in front of him. He opened the case and retrieved one of several alcohol wipes that they always keep inside it, as well as a four-and-a-half-inch silicone plug, cleaning it with the wipe.

“O-oh God,” Aaron whimpered.

“Awe, poor princess,” Derek taunted lubing up the silicone and carefully aligning it through the slit at the top of the cage. Aaron moaned, softly at the stimulation, eyes squeezed shut and trying to keep himself as quiet as possible.

He slowly inserted the sound, movements guided by a practiced ease, until the silicone ring at the very end was wrapped around the cage, keeping it securely in place.

“Perfect,” Derek stated, snagging a tissue to clean his hands off with and standing up, sticking the case back in his bag after grabbing one more thing out of it. “Feel okay?”

Aaron whimpered. “Y-yeah.”

Derek wrapped his hand around the cage and Aaron whined, hips bucking.

“Good,” he said. “And just to make sure I’ve got my point across...”

The sound began vibrating and Aaron’s eyes rolled back a little with a low moan. “S-Sir, oh god-”

“Why is your cock locked up?”

“B-because it’s not mine,” Aaron whimpered.

“Whose is it?” He asked.

“Y-yours,” he whimpered. The vibrations increased and his eyes rolled the rest of the way back with a moan. “Y-yours, Sir, it’s yours-”

“And why doesn’t it belong to you, Pet?” Derek asked.

“It- it’s pathetic,” he whimpered, flushing deeper in shame.

“And?”

“Stupid,” Aaron whimpered.

“Good boy,” Derek taunted, moving to sit on the bench against the wall and using the grip he had on Aaron’s cock to lead him over as well, pants now dropped to his ankles.

“Kneel,” he ordered, pointing to the floor beside his leg. Aaron dropped almost immediately, moaning at the movement of the sound, still buzzing inside him.

“S-Sir,” he pleaded.

“Turn and face me,” he ordered. Aaron completely turned to face him and he stuck his foot between his knees. Aaron bucked against Derek’s shin as soon as it made contact with his cage and moaned, softly.

“How pathetic,” Derek scoffed.

Aaron whimpered in shame, hips continuing desperately, even though he tried telling them not to.

“Maybe I should open the door, huh?” Derek taunted. “Let the whole team see you in here actin’ like a bitch in heat. What would they think?”

Aaron whimpered again and Derek lightly smacked his cheek. “Answer me. What they think, seein’ their big, strong boss with his tiny, pathetic cock all locked up, humping his subordinate like a stupid little puppy bitch?”

Aaron’s cock gave a twitch, inching closer to orgasm with each wave of pulsing vibrations inside him.

“I- I don’t know,” he whimpered. “S-Sir, please, I need- I'm so close, Sir, I need to cum-”

“I bet they’d watch,” Derek continued, leaning back against the bench and taking himself out of his pants and giving his cock a few slow jerks.

Aaron leaned forward and stuck his tongue out, still desperately grinding against his leg. Derek gave him another light slap, afraid that the team might hear if he hit him any harder, and scoffed again.

“No,” he stated. “You don’t get to touch.”

Aaron whimpered again, but closed his mouth and instead let it rest on Derek’s thigh as he continued helplessly rutting.

“You think they’d watch, Pet?” He asked.

Aaron moaned at the thought. “I- I don’t know.”

“They might even join,” Derek commented. “I’d let them, if they asked nicely.”

“Bet Emily would love to get a piece of you,” he smirked. “And Will says JJ can do sinful things sitting on your face.”

Aaron whined again. “S-sir, please-”

“And Reid...” he paused and whistled his approval. “You ever seen pretty boy’s cock, Pet?”

“N-no,” Aaron whimpered.

“I wonder what’d happen if I offered to let him fuck you,” he pondered. “Let you choke on a real cock while he fucks you for all you’re worth, all while yours is tucked away in pretty plastic.”

“Sir, please, please, I'm so close, I need- I need-”

“Hell, I bet he’d even pay for the chance if I decided to whore you out,” he stated.

“Sir, please,” Aaron begged, barely hanging on.

Derek looked at his debauched appearance and smirk, switching off the vibrator.

Aaron cried out, desperately. “No, Sir, please, I’ve been good, please let me cum-”

“You can,” Derek stated. “After you’ve learned who owns you. I’m thinking... edging.”

Aaron whimpered, hips slamming to a stop. “S-sir, please, you own me, please-”

“Ah,” he said. “Get dressed and finish your dinner. And when you get home, tonight, I want you face up on the bed. Understood?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” he said, standing to tug his pants up and tighten his belt. He sat down on the couch beside Derek, who wrapped an arm around his shoulders, giving him a gentle kiss to his temple.

“You okay, Baby Boy?”

“M’hard...” Aaron pouted.

“Hm. Well, we’ll have to see what I can do about that when you get home tonight,” he said, giving him another gentle kiss and leaning forward to grab their food.

“Are you sure I can’t get off?” He asked, giving Derek his best puppy eyes.

“Mm, yes,” Derek said. “But. I’ll tell you what. I had originally planned on playing with the vibrator while you were still at work-”

Aaron whimpered.

“-however,” Derek continued. “I won’t do that if you want time to wind down before tonight. Does that sound better?”

“Yes, Sir,” Aaron said.

“Are you sure? You know you can negotiate any order I give you,” he said.

“Yes, Sir, it’s okay,” Aaron said. “I suppose the idea of edging isn’t that horrible.

“My dramatic little boy,” Derek snorted, planting a quick kiss to Aaron’s lips, the statement bringing a bright flush to his face like it did every time Derek called him his ‘little boy’.

“Eat your dinner,” he said, handing him the salad. “Believe me when I say that pissing Penelope off is a lot worse than anything I could ever do to you as your dominant.”

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aaron feels comfortable with his relationship with the reader and think he feels comfortable telling her about his agere. he feels tense all week thinking about what to say, how she’ll react. would you mind writing him sitting her on the couch explain it and it’s very emotional pls. (i think i sent something like this a while ago but you mentioned resending asks)

-🦋

Your wish is my command, my dear

(also, sorry this isn't as good as my usual standards. I'm a little rusty.)

Warnings: haley hotchner slander, talks of regression, age regression, emotional, angst with a fluffy ending

There aren’t many things Aaron Hotchner is afraid of – his job is extremely dangerous after all, and he’s spent all of his career facing off with what some people would say is their biggest fear.

But if he had to pinpoint his biggest fear, this would be it.

He tried telling Haley about it once upon a time – she’d told him that if he ever tried to do that around her she’d leave him in a heartbeat, and then she really did leave him for almost two weeks after he regressed once without realizing she’d be home from her dad’s house so soon.

He really didn’t want that to happen with you.

But he knew you were so much more open-minded than Haley ever was – Haley was traditional and held very conservative views and beliefs about a man’s role in the relationship.

You, however, definitely weren’t that.

In fact, you were so opposite to Haley, Aaron found himself struggling not to fall into regression around you.

Haley was quite clearly the submissive personality in the relationship; she needed the attention on her and needed Aaron to wear the pants because she didn’t want to. You were the complete opposite.

A naturally dominant personality. You weren’t mean by any stretch (Aaron doesn’t even think you have a mean bone in your body), but you were constantly in charge of yourself and others and held the role well. You always reminded him of the mom friend; there was always medicine in the backpack you carried around, and you paid close attention to his wellbeing and asked when you knew something was wrong with him. You were never the submissive personality, and because of that, your views on gender roles in a relationship were far more open-minded, as were your views on just about everything else.

You were the only person in the world that Aaron would roll over for.

You said to eat his veggies, he ate his veggies.

You said to take a break from work to rest for a bit, he took a break.

You said to come cuddle, and he abandoned whatever he was doing to snuggle you.

You said to drink more water, he accepted whatever amount you gave him without a second thought.

Aaron’s never done that for a single person in the world – besides you.

And that motherly personality is what made it so hard for him to avoid regression around you.

He didn’t know how you’d react if he told you, but it was getting to the point where he was going to regress around you without meaning to, and he knew that it would be better to explain it to you before you found out because he’d already regressed.

So, he decided it was time to tell you - and he spent the entire week stressing about how to best go about it.

Even the team had noticed the tension slowly increasing through the week, but only Dave, knowing Aaron like he knew his own mind, was able to confront him about it.

They all had the weekend off for Memorial Day on Monday, so it was the last day the team would be seeing him for three days, and Dave decided to ask Aaron what was wrong. After Aaron explained that he was nervous about it, Dave patted his shoulder and told him that you’d be more than open to the idea if he just sat you down and was honest about it.

It did little to settle his nerves, but it was enough of a confidence boost for him to decide that he’d sit you down after he got home and explain it.

You were home when he finally got there; your shift had ended almost an hour prior and you were settled into the couch, hoping to catch up on the show you’d been into on Netflix that you hadn’t really had time to watch over the last two weeks.

Aaron walked straight into his home office to set down his briefcase, then changed into more comfortable clothes (a tee shirt and flannel pajama pants) before going out to the couch and sitting a cushion away from you.

“Y- uh, y/n?” He asked, hesitantly as he sat down. You paused the tv, concerned at the nervous tone in his voice.

“What's wrong, Aar?” You asked, turning to face him.

“Can uh... can we talk?” He asked.

“Of course, Hon,” you said, a pit of nerves clenching in your stomach.

“I uh-” he cleared his throat and avoided your eyes. “I have something that I want to explain to you, but uh... I don’t really know how you’re going to react to it. I don’t- I don’t want you to hate me.”

“Aar, whatever you’re about to tell me, I would never hate you for. I could never hate anything about you, Hon,” you said, softly. “What do you want to tell me?”

“I-” he stopped, trying to avoid his voice breaking as he felt tears stinging his eyes, trying to hold them back. “Do uh, do you know what age regression is, y/n?”

“It’s... like little space and pacifiers, right?” You asked, remembering a friend in college named Nora that had a Daddy Dom that once explained to you what regression was like and would ramble on and on about cute stuff they did while she was regressed and about what being in little/caregiver relationship was like.

“Yeah, it’s- it’s like that,” he, relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain that part the way he did with Haley. “Well, I- I uh...”

His throat ached with the effort of avoiding his tears, and he stopped to try and swallow to ease it.

“Wh- when I was in my late teens, I uh- I started uh... doing... that. As far as I could tell, it’s-” he stopped and took a small breath, swallowing again. “It’s an in... and involuntary coping mechanism that my brain developed when I lost my dad and had to start taking care of my mom and my brother. I... I’ve gotten better at controlling it over the years, but it- it still happens a lot, and you- well, you kind of bring it out whenever I’m around you. Haley- Haley threat- uh, threatened to leave me if I ever did it around her, and then when it did happen, she stated with her dad for two weeks until I could ‘grow up’.”

He stopped again and his voice broke at the mention of Haley, and he took a shaky breath to try to collect himself, even though it didn’t work.

“I really love you, y/n,” he said. “And I- well, I wanted you to know about it because the way you act sometimes just... brings out the little part of my brain and one of these days, I knew I was going to regress around you without meaning to.”

You were silent for a long moment, trying to process what he’d told you, and he curled in on himself a little.

“I- I’m sorry, y/n,” he said, a few tears falling without his consent as he looked down at his lap to avoid looking at you. “I- get it if you don’t want to b-be with me-”

You scooted forward and took his hands in your own, ducking your head until he could see you.

“Hey, Aaron,” you said, softly, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. “Listen to me, baby. I’m not upset with you. I’m not mad at you, and I sure as hell don’t hate you, okay? It was a lot of information to process at once, and I'm sorry I took so long to respond, but I definitely am not about to leave you for something you can’t control. I love every part of you, including the parts that you don’t love about yourself. I’ve never had experience with any of this, you’ll have to help me learn, and I’ll have to do some research, but I am more than willing to learn how to take care of you, okay? Can you help me learn?”

It was Aaron’s turn to process, but when it clicked in his head, a few more tears fell and he nodded his head.

“Thank you, y/n,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to thank me, Sweetheart,” you said, pulling him in for a tight hug. He hugged you back even tighter and buried his face into your neck, trying desperately to hold his tears. You leaned to the side, tugging him with you until you were both lying on the couch, his body almost on top of yours.

“It’s okay, Aar,” you whispered, combing your hand through his hair. “You can let go. You’re safe with me, Baby. Let it out.”

Aaron hugged you tighter, still desperately clinging to what little self-control he had left, and you thought back to what Nora had once told you about how to talk to an emotionally distraught little. You continued combing your hands through his hair and traced a gentle pattern into his back.

“Let it out. You’re safe now, Little One.”

A dam inside of Aaron broke at the name and he held you tighter, releasing a small sob into your neck.

“There you go, Sweetheart,” you hummed, softly. “It’s okay, Baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Aaron continued crying into your neck, rambling ‘thank you’s and ‘I love you’s until the statements turned from muffled words to unintelligible, breathless babbles as he cried himself out.

You remained still until you felt Aaron’s sobs slow to cries, and his cries to sniffles against your neck, still playing with his hair and tracing nonsensical patterns into his back. Even as his cries stopped, he didn’t remove himself from your body, and you didn’t move him. You weren’t sure if he was regressed or not, but by time you felt like it was okay to ask him whether or not he was, he’s shifted from your neck to your check, and his thumb had subconsciously made its way to his mouth, his breathing even against your chest.

You decided it was best not to wake him – the poor little one needed a good rest after the emotional conversation.