Okay omega!reader being apart of the BAU which is like its own little pack and has a huge crush on the pack alpha Hotch but then a new omega invades and seems to get all of hotch’s attention and so the reader gets sad and upset and pulls away and hotch gets upset bc be has been wanting to court the reader for a while now
"Who's that?" You asked, seeing the new frisky omega strutting her stuff around Hotch as she had hovered around him all day. You felt yourself starting to feel small, almost submissive, as you noticed the attention he was returning to her.
It was like you weren't even there. Sure you'd never shared anything more than a hug, but there was definitely something sparking between the two of you.
You loved him, with all that you had. Maybe it was just a reaction to him being the alpha of your pack, or maybe it was really something that was supposed to be.
"That's his new PA," Spencer confirmed, sensing your sudden burst of sadness as he noticed you staring longingly up at Aaron through the windows to his office.
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"Where's (Y/N)?" Hotch asked, his familiar stoic voice somewhat laced with concern, sensing the misrepresentation amongst the pack as he emerged from his office.
"Haven't seen her since...." Spencer trailed off, not knowing whether it was overstepping your boundaries ratting you out to the alpha. It was only the two of them in the bullpen, your stuff laying neatly on your desk, signaling that you were still somewhere in the building.
"Since when? Reid?" Aaron growled slightly at the young omega. Making him cower a bit in his seat.
"Since she asked about your PA. She looked sad."
"Thanks." He muttered, leaving to find you.
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"Why are you sitting in the dark?" Aaron asked as he opened the door into the server room where you'd hidden away, able to scent you, he knew that you were the one in there. "What's making you so upset?" He questioned, approaching your curled-up body, trying to hide away from him.
His musky scent filled your lungs, causing you to whimper out in search of something to comfort you. Aaron sat down next to you, feeling your head land on his shoulder as you sighed out.
"Is the PA staying?" You mumbled, trying not to sound as jealous as you were. But nothing passed Aaron's ears.
"What? Mindy?!" He snarked at the thought. "Never in a million years. I only promised her father to give her a job over the summer-" Aaron paused, he'd never been this nervous before, but suddenly the feeling overwhelmed him as he thought back to why he'd really let the PA join the team. "It was to protect you." He spoke, turning his head to look at you.
"God, I've wanted you for so long, you have no idea how many times I've had to keep myself from biting you." He admitted, sensing your clashing feelings mushing together as one.
"Do it, please. I want you too." You cried out in a whispering tone, feeling yourself start to get emotional at the thought, getting what you'd dreamed about for so long.
The sharp sting that was his teeth sinking into your scent gland soon melted into pleasure. Feeling your body already developing an addiction to the proteins in Aaron's scent as it flooded through you.
As he pulled his teeth out of your gland, you let your head fall to his lap, relaxing for a moment while you came down again, finding your footing in the new role under your mate.
Pairing
Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid
Summary
In which for alpha Aaron home is about Spencer, his omega.
Warnings/tags
18+, nsfw, alpha/beta/omega universe, mpreg, alpha!Aaron, omega!Spencer, pregnant!Spencer, scenting, nesting, knotting, anal sex, anal fingering, kissing, cuddles and hugs, fluff
Author note
Please do not read or interact if the alpha/beta/omega universe and male pregnancy are not your thing.
HOME
Home to Aaron is the smell of books. Shelves upon shelves filled by them, spilling over even. For piles too will lay scattered around the rooms beyond the study. Books old and new. Of many colours and sizes. Some of which are so well-read by now that they are falling apart. Others are preserved for the memories held within, between the lines. Each one with a story to tell… and a few left open midway, waiting to be finished. Begging for the touch of gentle fingers, for them to pass over the words. To be caressed by eyes that are drinking in each letter faster than most can. To be devoured by a genius brain that will lose itself in those so precious books, or at least for a while, and that will remember each line long after.
Living with Spencer too comes with the sweet smell of sugar laced coffee, strawberry scented shampoo and spring rain. Reminiscent of early mornings. Sleepy mumbles that are far too endearing, begging of him to return to bed… yet duty calls for them both. A ruffle through wet curls that refuse to be tamed. The soft purrs as his precious omega curls up into his lap. Maybe breakfast once was a short affair, but it can no longer be rushed. Not when one is tied with a non-morning person. And Aaron? Well, he's grown beyond fond of waking up with a lap full of devotion and sleepy kisses.
Sometimes their house breathes of leather, gunpowder, steel and duty. Of what can't always be kept back at the office. Out there where the unsub got arrested. Where people lost their lives until they found that bastard who'd maimed and killed. The worst of humanity… but too the amazing result of his pack. Of each member pushing hard. Until they had their answers. A profile. A location. An arrest. A victim saved. Tears brought along with them on the jet, because sometimes a case touches too close to the heart of one of them. Most of all, his heartbroken omega, who'd cried over the pups lost on their latest case. Over being left powerless to do anything but watch as their small caskets got buried in the dirt of the cemetery. The flight back is never more solemn then after…
Home means holding onto Spencer always, more so when his scent sours. It begs of Aaron to nuzzle that long neck, and the gland within. For him to pull his omega into his lap as he does. Anything to calm down the rush of anxiety born from too much input. He is mindful to shut out all other sounds. To dim the lights too. His inner alpha then leaking out pheromones to shut everything else out, even pack. To throw up a blanket of protection. Ownership spoken of with a soft growled, "Mine". A warning for the world to leave them be even when in the middle of the working day. His office in Quantico is a safe place for them to hide within. A nest too if need be… and more so his body is large enough for his omega to seek solace within.
Being tied never causes his inner alpha to roar as loud as when their home reeks of omega heat. That intense scent of honey sweet arousal. Which shuts out everything but the smell of Spencer. Lures him towards the sound of his omega writhing on their bed… whimpering over how empty he is feeling. What he begs of Aaron to do. His body bared for his alpha alone. All flushed skin. Long limbs. Fingers buried in his own slick ass, curling upwards to seek for pleasure, because his horny omega in heat can't wait for much longer. "Please… fill me… own me… alpha…" Oh, and that Aaron does when his full knot locks them together. Again, and again, until beyond dawn. When his spent omega lies on the bed, never happier, with his belly swollen round by load upon load of alpha seed. Held safe in his arms. Both of them are too exhausted to move. Soon though…
Life after fills with the spicy sweet scent of baked cookies. Of cinnamon and maple syrup. The smell of how the oven is heating up another batch. Chocolate melting… along with his heart. For his nesting, pregnant omega who has never looked more handsome to him. With flustered cheeks. A glow of contentment on his face as his hand rests over the pup inside. Streaks of flour that blemish his apron, sleeves and hands alike. Those so untameable chestnut curls too. Lips bitten and licked before Aaron presses his upon them.
But Spencer? He takes Aaron by the hand. Into the waiting nest to present both it and himself to his alpha. Oh, and him making sweet, slow love to his Spencer isn't about breeding anymore. Rather it is to rejoice in how "Mine" and "Yours" has become "Ours"…
Pack… and home…
Pairing: Poly!BAU w/ an emphasis on Hotch x gn!Reader (can be read as platonic all around!)
Warnings: A/B/O fluff! probably some errors cause I tippity-typed then copy-n-pasted
Summary: “being the omega at the bottom of a BAU puppy pile”
It was weird at first, being a new addition to the BAU and an omega. On my first day I was hesitant, not knowing how the other members would react. Most of the alphas (Prentiss, JJ, Morgan) were reserved but friendly, with the acceptation of Hotch, who I could have sworn hated me with the way his eyebrows were always furrowed. Reid, a beta, kept his distance but I think that’s just a beta thing. The omegas (Rossi & Penny) however, were tactile and friendly from day one.
The alphas started taking their cues from the omegas and soon it was common to feel a hand ruffle my hair as JJ walked by or Prentiss to hold the back of my neck during rough briefings. Morgan was the most affectionate, treating Garcia and I like his little rays of sunshine. He loved on Rossi too, but in a more filial way. It took a long time for me to recognize Hotch’s signs of affection. It wasn’t until Reid made a comment one day, crinkling has nose and telling me I smelled like Hotch. Thinking about it, I realized how many times Aaron would brush by me, put my coat on for me, lead me with a hand on my spine. He touched me all the time, just in less noticeable ways. It made me smile every time I noticed now.
Reid was affectionate in a different way, not liking the overly scent-focused affection of alphas and omegas. Instead he showed his care in other ways by telling my helpful information about my hobbies, rescuing the middle brownie from the feral alphas just for me, and saving me a place by the heating vents on cold days.
The best part to get used to were the post-case (and sometimes mid-case if the case was really bad) puppy-piles. The whole team would pile onto one bed, or the jet’s pull-out futon, in a giant tangle of limbs. The only rule was that pajamas were mandatory (something about a button nearly taking out an eye??). It was the best feeling ever being at the bottom of an alpha pile, burrowing between Rossi and Pen. Reid always hung on the outside, but he would hold my hand when I managed to sneak it between Rossi and Morgan.
The piles shifted and changed, depending on how people were feeling, and sometimes who was mad at whom. I noticed that no matter how we started, Hotch always managed to end up with his nose buried in my neck. At first I just wrote it off as his alpha instincts needing to comfort his newest member, but after the 20th case, it seemed like more than a coincidence. This latest case was particularly awful. The victims had struck a nerve, resembling some bad memories from my past.
While I’d managed to keep my cool while we were investigating, the facade had quickly snapped the moment we got into the SUVs headed for the hotel we’d be staying in one last night. It was me and Morgan in the back with Reid and Hotch up front. The SUV doors thudded shut and a high, distressed whine finally escaped. That was all it took for me to break down into sobs. I barely noticed Morgan undoing my seatbelt and pulling me into his lap. The low rumbling coming from his chest was soothing, but it wasn’t nearly loud enough to cover Reid’s distressed noises or Hotch’s low growl. The ride to the hotel was spent with me buried in Morgan’s neck and him murmuring in my ear until I finally fell asleep, exhausted from the waves of emotion that had just crashed over me.
I was blearily aware of some more growling and a short argument before I was being carried through a series of halls. I woke up later that night tangled in sleep-heavy limbs. I could feel Morgan blanketed above me, holding me and Penny together in a bear hug. Rossi was to my left with a hand on the back of my neck. I think my feet were tangled with Emily’s, but it may have been JJ’s. What surprised me was the firm body below be with thick arms wrapped around my waist. I could tell just from scent that it was Hotch. What surprised me was that he was at the bottom of the pile.
Alphas hated being beneath the pile, something about how instinctually it was a vulnerable position. He must have felt me moving and sense my confusion, because one of his hands came up to tangle in my hair, pushing my head back down. “Go back to sleep” He said lowly. I could tell from his voice and heartbeat he was wide awake, and knew he would be all night. I settled back down, stretching out my limbs, tangling them further into the pile of limbs and nuzzling into Hotch’s neck, pressing the lightest of kisses to his pulse point. That earned a soft growl from him. “Go to sleep sweetheart, we’ve got you.” came Morgan’s rumble from above me. I slipped back into sleep feeling completely secure and protected with my team.
alpha!hotch wanting to fill you with his cum and leaves love bites so all the other alphas at the precinct know you’re his 🥵
It indeed is a very 🥵🥵 thought!!!
You'd sensed how tense the case had made Aaron. Deciding to offer yourself to him that night, letting him take you wherever and how many times he'd like. You could take it. You knew you could. But most importantly, he knew you could. Aaron knew your limits and would stop when he hit them.
"Gonna fill you up so good. Let my seed ooze out of you. Other alphas will know you're mine. Marking my territory." Aaron growled at you through gritted teeth with each thrust of his cock inside your already abused and weeping pussy. With each push, more cum got pushed out of you, fueling Aaron to only fill you up more than previously.
His mouth hungrily attached itself to your skin, suckling on different spots, changing up the patch when he'd managed to paint the previous one purple or marked by his teeth.
"Look at that. Should plug you up like this. Keep all that cum inside of you." Aaron smiled as he pulled out of you, seeing the bulge of cum stay in place. He lightly pressed his hand down on it, watching it drip out and onto the sheets. "Looks so pretty filled up like that." He grinned, laying down beside you, wrapping you in his arms.
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"Looks like you two had a good night." Prentiss smiled, seeing the purple marks covering your neck, trailing down behind the confinement of your shirt.
"Oh, shut up." You mumbled, wobbly on your legs as you waddled over to the nearest chair. Aaron proudly smiled from his position, admiring the work he had done with you. The other alphas couldn't take their eyes off you, watching how you'd been marked up with his signature all over you like a prized possession.
Warnings: Werewolf!AU, kind of Stockholm syndrome, reader has been kidnapped, without it being a kink there’s a bit of praise kink in there, kind of Morreid is mentioned.
A/N: Here’s the long awaited part 2 :))))) If you spot the one place where I purposely threw in some symbolism, I will give you a pat on the head.
Part 1 | Part 2
For the entirety of the first month in the small cabin on the other side of the border, you stayed by Aaron’s side. You were always by his sight. You were always in sight. It wasn’t that you wanted to, but Morgan and Spencer scared you, Morgan, especially. He’d usually send you glances across the room, furrowed brows, looking like he wanted to sink his teeth into your soft skin and pierce through to the tender muscles. And Spencer was like his right-hand man, always agreeing with him, almost as if it was their mission to make you as uncomfortable as possible. But they knew that when and if they hurt you “too much” it would be over for them. Their alpha would not be happy.
Hotch was aware of their little tricks that they played on you, remembering back to the hotel room where they’d taken you to, remembering how Morgan had suggested that they just kill you instead of bringing you along. But how could he? How could he just have killed you when you were so small and frail compared to his massive frame. You were like prey. Prey that he wanted to play with. His little bunny.
Aaron noticed how you stayed by his side as much as possible, you didn’t speak much, but your presence was enough to ease his nerves. Nerves about you escaping and finding your way back to civilization. It would be over for the three wolves if you did and decided to cry wolf to everyone in town.
“Aaron?” Your voice was hoarse from barely having said anything all day. You were curled up under his arm on the couch. The others had gone out sometime earlier, having yet to return to the cabin, and had left the two of you alone.
“Hmm?” His attention never left the book he was reading, just voicing that he was listening to what you had to say. He was reading Dracula. Something about wanting to know what this whole vampire craze was about he had said. You thought it was kind of ironic with him being a werewolf, but it was never something you’d mentioned to him.
“I’m bored. Can we please do something? Go for a walk, play a game, just something please.” You twisted your body until your head was in his lap, looking up at him with the biggest whimpering puppy dog eyes you could make. You hoped that it would somehow speak to his instinct and have him take care of your needs.
“That’s great Bunny, maybe when Morgan and Reid return, okay?” He continued reading, dismissing your boredom. With a heavy sigh, you rose from your spot in his lap, almost managing to leave the room and go upstairs to your bedroom. “AH! Back here! You know the rules.” He pointed at you before giving the side of his thigh a single pat. You returned with a lowered head, placing yourself under his arm where you previously had been. “Good girl.” He cooed at you, his arms wrapping around your body and hand gently patting the side of your head a few times.
Aaron had seen the way you’d responded to the praise, as he’d unknowingly showered you with it in the first few days at the cabin. And now he used it to his advantage. You became like putty in his hands with eight letters that could be drawn out or quick spoken. You were malleable. And he loved that.
As the day neared to an end and Morgan and Spencer still hadn’t returned, you got more and more discouraged. Your walk outside was getting farther and farther away from you and you knew that fully well. Aaron rarely let you out of the house, and especially not after dark. It was almost as if it was an unspoken rule that was never to be broken.
Aaron had observed you during dinner. Head in hand, pout on your lips and mindlessly pushing your food around on the plate, barely eating a single thing. It worried him a bit, but he said nothing, not wanting you to cause a scene or get angry with him, not when he had gotten you so far already. You were close to being his, he could sense it in the air and he was not about to lose his hard work.
After almost twenty minutes after he was done eating, you still hadn’t eaten a single mouthful more than the few veggies you’d managed to eat before getting sad. He had waited for you, hoping that you’d at least eat just a little more, but he knew it wasn’t going to happen unless he forced it into you, and he was not doing that.
“You done with your dinner, Bunny?” He raised his brow in question, when you stayed silent only giving him a small nod, he knew not to push you and just grabbed your plate. You’d be hungry eventually he thought as he placed it in the fridge, hoping that Morgan wouldn’t eat it once they returned. “C’mere.”
You followed his orders, slouching your way up from the table and into the open kitchen. Aaron grabbed you under your arms, carefully lifting you onto one of the counters. Without having to force you, he spread your legs, stepping in between them to get closer to you. With three fingers he gently lifted your head, forcing your eyes to meet his.
“What’s the matter with you?” He inquired, hoping that you would answer him. But you didn’t. “(Y/N)!” He snapped, not meaning to sound as harsh as he did, but you flinched nonetheless.
“You promised that we could go on a walk when Morgan came back. Where is he?” You frowned.
“I said maybe we could do it, but Morgan and Reid aren’t coming back for a few days. So you’ll have to wait.” He corrected you, sighing. He hated to disappoint you, but it was for your own good. Or more like for their own good.
“Why?” You frowned.
“Because I said so!”
“But why can’t they just come back tonight?” You crossed your arms across your chest, hoping to intimidate him with your attempt at imitating his stare. But all Aaron thought of it was how amusing he found it. You were much less scary than a newborn kitten.
“I send them away until their rut was over. You don’t need to see nor need to hear or smell it when they go at it. It’s not pleasant. Now no more questions. We’ll take a look at your walk idea when they get back again. I believe you mentioned something about playing a game earlier. yeah?” You nodded your head at him, thinking back to a few hours ago what you’d asked him to do.
You’d found the cupboard of board games a few days ago, wondering why they never played any of them together, or at least why none of them had acknowledged that you had them. You slipped away from him, Hotch was not worried about losing sight of you this time. He could hear you run up the stairs, your footsteps resonating across the ceiling as you ran into one of the bedrooms upstairs and dug out a game.
They all looked really old and especially looked like games that you’d seen your grandparents play. Games like Sequence, Stratego, and Pass the pigs. In the end, you found a case of backgammon and decided on that one.
Hotch smiled as you came rushing back down the stairs with the large briefcase in your hands. You set it up at the table, sitting cross-legged on your chair as you waited for him to take his spot on the opposite side of the table.
“Can I be the white chips, please?” Suddenly you’d gotten very chipper and excited about such a silly little thing as an old and dusty board game that Aaron didn’t even know that they had. But how could he say no to you? He just smiled and agreed upon your request as he settled for the black chips and let the game begin.
Days went by before the two males came back home. Spencer had twigs and leaves in his mop of curls, while Morgan had mud covering his clothes and cheeks. An overall disheveled appearance.
You were asleep in Aaron’s lap as they returned, the three males only shared a look between each other, Hotch acknowledging nodded at them before the two went upstairs to tidy themselves up.
He moved a stray strand of hair out of your face, feeling you rub your cheek against his thigh while your hand squeezed his thigh tighter under your palm. Aaron just smiled.
You were almost too easy to handle based on your circumstances, but he didn’t complain, nor did he want to. Besides, in the end, you wouldn’t want to misbehave his orders, he was far stronger than you. And with two other wolves in the house, you were outnumbered and would be in danger in under a second if he decided that you’d served your purpose.
“She been any trouble while we were gone?” Spencer was the first to come back downstairs. His hair was damp and slicked back against his skull. He sat down in the chair opposite you and Aaron on the couch and folded his hands over his chest.
Spencer slouched a bit down in the chair, relaxing as he felt the soft cushion. It felt nice compared to the cold hard boulders they’d slept on as they’d made a nest inside some cave they’d found on their first day.
“She’s been good. A little fuzzy the other day when you guys didn’t come home like she thought you would. Poor thing just wanted to go for a walk.” He chuckled, stroking your hair like a pet. Spencer’s eyes softened as he saw how sweet and innocent you were while asleep. How docile Hotch could make you.
Spencer didn’t really despise your presence in their pack like Morgan did, but he couldn’t disobey his mate, and even though Morgan was his Alpha too, Hotch still had the last word in the pack when it came to it.
You were much like Spencer, although you weren’t a wolf. You’d shown your submission to an alpha, who in turn had taken a liking to you. You turned them softer, let them be vulnerable, or at least given them the chance to be so.
Morgan soon came downstairs too, seeing the pack sit all together. After their rut, they usually went into a calmer state of mind. Morgan didn’t think anything of you as you slept peacefully, he just sat down close to his mate and relaxed too.
“Well, now that you’re back, I think that it’s finally time that I get some good rest. Rather not sleep with one eye open for another day in a row.” Aaron joked. He gently stirred you awake, letting you crawl out of his lap. Moving much too slow for his liking, he scooped you up and carried you up and into what presumably was the master bedroom.
As soon as your body hit the sheets, you nestled yourself under them and fell asleep right away. Aaron smiled. He quickly got ready for bed and crawled under them to join you. His body was cold against yours, making you shiver a bit as he wrapped his big arms around you.
Flipping around in his arms, you curled against his chest, laying half on top of it as he flipped over on his back. Aaron traced patterns onto your shoulder until he too fell asleep. Sleeping better than he had done in a while.
Warnings: Werewolf!AU, brink of stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, mention of murder. I don’t know if Halloween should be a CW, but now it is.
A/N: the original of this is turning 5 or 6 years old this Halloween and my writing sucked ass back then. So... I rewrote it into a Hotch fic and delete the original off of the face of the earth.
Part 1 | Part 2
It was finally that time of year again, Halloween was just around the corner, and you loved it. Since forever, it had been your favorite time of year. Loving how you could dress up in anything that you wanted, without getting nasty looks or childish comments. Without a doubt, you would put the Holiday on the top of your list, beating Christmas and Thanksgiving any day of the week. It was wonderful.
Upon this all hallows eve, you had decided to take a walk. For once, you hadn't dressed up, you hadn’t accepted any party invitations, all you wanted to do was in the day, and make the trick or treaters smile by your generously sized candy bars once you were back from your stroll through town.
You smiled at the children zooming past you as you walked down the sidewalk, leading you further and further astray from what you knew. Your surroundings seemed to get darker, mistier, more hellish as you ventured further away from your home.
Without taking notice of your exact location, you had entered the Dark Forest, a place your mother had always warned you about. Never enter on your own, she had warned you, year after year. And you had listened. You were a good girl, never tried to harm others, but you were on your own now. Mother dead and gone, living all alone in your humble apartment, barely able to fit your living needs.
The woods had been rumored to house several creatures, everything from blood-hungry vampires, only out to drain you of your golden liquid. Witches, ready to use your limbs for their brews. Ghosts and demons waiting to haunt and possess you at any given moment. And the werewolves, rumor had it, that they, over all creatures in the woods, were the worst. They were meticulous about who they took and turned, and who they ate. You wanted to experience neither of the options.
You had heard those stories through your entire life, fearing them as a child, and now, fully grown, you didn’t believe them anymore. There were no such things as Dracula and spooky ghosts. They were all part of literature, made to scare you.
In fact, you were absolutely sure, that any and every child that had heard the stories growing up, had solely been to keep them out of the woods and never get lost in them alone. Figuring that the stories weren’t real, you continued walking, letting all the lights from the city disappear behind you.
You were startled as you wandered deeper into the dark woodland. Crackling, hissing, almost whispers filled your eyes and became more apparent to you.
Bats were swarming around somewhere over you, screeching at each other. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was one of the famous vampires, or perhaps more that was following you. It was no lie, that walking, all alone, moving away from the comfort of the city with all its pumpkin decorations and lights, wasn’t such a great idea. You had no idea where you were going or where you had come from, and truth be told, you were feeling the freight start to creep within you.
In the heart of the woods, you sat down on the nearest stump, exhausted, drained from energy as you tried to catch your breath. A quick break never harmed anyone, right? Slowly opening your eyes, you noticed a small cabin, not too far from where you were sitting. It looked far comfier than the rough bark and upon no further thought, you rose to your feet and approached it.
The sound of the creaking door pierced your drums, making you wince in pain, hoping that no one had heard you enter. The interior looked a lot better than the ramshackle exterior. It was clear that someone was living there, moving inside without having been invited, you felt the heat rush through your bones, not really having realized how cold you had gotten.
Upon looking further around, you quickly noticed the heaps of fur, scattered all over, clinging to the furniture, everything was covered in fur. The décor looked simply, nothing of sorts that could resemble any more than one person residing there. The walls were empty, except for a clock and a few diplomas. But nothing that indicated who lived there.
One plague, in particular, caught your eyes, the seal of the Federal Bureau of Investigation stamped at the top of it, framed behind a heavy glass panel. It looked too unreal in the cabin, so misplaced. You were too caught up in the paper, never hearing the heavy steps nearing as another person entered the room.
“And what exactly do you think you’re doing in my house?” You stiffened like a board at the voice, so stern and stoic that you didn’t even dare look back behind you. The voice was low, a belly rumbling. It was definitely a man, how else could you’ve described it.
“I asked you a question, honey. Or didn’t you hear me?” He growled right next to your ear, silently having mood right behind you. His hand moved up your body, closing around your throat with a sharp squeeze as he pulled your back flush against his front, holding you in place with little effort.
“Oh, so you’re ignoring me. Ain’t that right? Huh?” He tutted in disapproval, giving your throat yet another squeeze, waiting for your answer. He wanted to know who you were and how exactly you had found him.
“I’m sorry. Please, I don’t want to die.” You whimpered, begging him not to kill you. You frantically started squirming around in his grip, but to no avail, he was much stronger than you, unmoving as he held you in place right where he wanted you.
He grabbed a lock of your hair, pulling you back by it as he let you towards the other side of the large room. You assumed that it was supposed to be the kitchen, seeing the fridge pass by your line of side.
You kept struggling around it his grip, sensing that he was searching for something, something you did not know.
Hitting your head against the counter accidentally, you started feeling woozy, too lightheaded to keep up the fight. You felt like you were going to throw up as he kept holding your hair back. He sensed that too. His other hand tightened around your throat as he made your sight fog over, small black dots appearing.
“Goodnight, bunny.” You heard him growl in your ear as the last thing before you passed out. Your body went limp in his arms, not feeling him move you out of the house and into the backseat of his car. He made sure to tie your hands together, not knowing when or how you would wake up. If you woke up.
The bumpy road underneath you was what woke you. You tried to move, feeling the tight rope locking your arms behind your back, your struggling picked back up. Panic-stricken you were desperate to get free, but he had bound you too tight and too good.
“Ah, I see that the trespasser is finally awake again.” You heard that same cold voice from earlier point out from the front of the car. You still hadn’t seen his face but were able to catch his warm brown eyes in the rear-view mirror. It confused you, he had kidnapped you, but he looked so nice. You noticed his jet-black hair resting against the seat as you let your eyes wander, trying to stay as still as possible, to not get noticed.
“Tell me, bunny. What is your name?” He asked, making a sharp right turn. You kept your mouth shut, glued together. He was definitely not safe enough to be around, you thought, not wanting him to know your name.
When you didn’t answer, he halted the car to a stop, almost making you fly into the front of the car. He turned around with an aggressive movement, stern eyes, brows knitted together, and a heaving chest. You had made him made. He was not pleased with your silence.
“I take it that you didn’t hear me. You humans are too dumb anyways. What. Is. Your. Name?” He punctuated each word through gritted teeth, his hand harshly grabbed at your thigh and pushed you back into your seat You whimpered as you felt his sharp claws dig into the flesh. Your eyes met his, they were flashing bright red, having exchanged the warm browns with a demonic-looking hue.
“It’s (Y/N).” You yelped out as he squeezed harder, the pain too much for you to handle. He turned back around, starting the car back up, and drove off.
“I think you and I will get along just fine.” He hummed, letting you see his smug smirk in the mirror. His face had gotten expressionless once again, changing back just as fast as he had gotten angry with you. You had no idea what his problem was, but you wanted nothing to do with it. At all.
“Please let me go. I won’t tell.” You begged, whispering your words. You tried your hardest not to cry, not to seem weak, but all he did was chuckle at your apparent fright. It surprised you.
“Why would I do that. You belong to me now.” He grinned, a sound so deep and dark that you couldn’t help but wonder how evil his intentions were.
The next time he stopped the car, he parked it. It was in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but a single house and some trees. You knew not where he had taken you, deeming it safer for you to stay with him until you figured out how to get away. How to look for help.
“Where are we?” You tried your luck, seeing nothing but grass and trees for what appeared to be miles upon miles of it.
“Why would I answer that.” He grabbed you around your elbow, pulling you out of the car and leading you towards the house. It looked just as awful as the cabin you had entered back in the forest. It was scary.
“Can I at least get your name?”
“Aaron.” His answer was short, monotone. With a name like that, you couldn’t tell if you were supposed to be scared of him. Or maybe even hurt by him. Somehow you felt like being both, yet also being greatly annoyed with how he had taken you.
The moon had gotten further up on the night sky as you’d arrived at the house.
Aaron let you into the basement. You had no idea what he wanted from you. If he wanted to kill you? Harm you? Rape you? All you knew was that if this was his reaction to you trespassing, then he was one fucked up son of a bitch, and you wanted nothing to do with any of his wants and wishes.
The only source of light in the room seemed to come from a small window up high, too high for you to look out of, but the moonlight somehow found its way in.
Aaron shackled your ankle to the floor, removing the ropes that bound you before he went back up the stairs. You started screaming for help. Banging on the pipes around you.
The door to the basement was slammed back open, his pounding steps jumping down the wooden stairs. He harshly grabbed your chin between his fingers.
“No one can hear you out here. So, shut the fuck up!” He barked clearly exasperated by your screams and shrill voice hoping that help would stop by. You sighed with a whimper, nodding your head yes. Your eyes were glossed over in defeat as you lowered your head in submission. An act that didn’t go unnoticed.
“That’s what I thought.” He muttered, letting of you with a push. Aaron turned around, barely noticing the strip of moonlight shining through the window. He walked right through it. His body started twisting with pain, navy blue flannel ripping in half right in the middle.
You let out a piercing scream at the scene, backing as far up against the wall as you could. When you looked back, Aaron was nowhere to be seen. Instead, your eyes were met with the largest, darkest wolf you had seen. Its mouth, watering at the sight the sight of your frail mental state.
He moved closer towards you, sitting down to howl in the middle of the basement. You noticed his eyes. Those brown orbs you had caught in the car. It was him. It was Aaron.
It had been three days since you had last seen him, three days since you watched Aaron turn into a wolf in front of you. Three days since you’d last showered, you felt downright disgusting sitting in the dusty basement. You hadn’t seen real sunlight in those three days either, only the tiny sliver of light through the closed window.
You hadn’t even seen the shadow of him since he turned, nor gotten anything to drink or eat since you left your apartment that awful night.
Your throat had gotten sore from screaming his name, day in and day out, remembering his words. No one can hear you out here, it was just the two of you.
As much as your body was screaming for food, for water, for anything really, all your mind could dream about was a shower. You were sure, that at this point he had just left you for dead. No one would find you in the middle of nowhere, and if they did, you would be dead before then.
You could hear the roaring sound of a storm outside, rain hammering down in pellet-sized droplets against the window. As a bolt of lightning struck the ground of the earth next to the house, the door was smacked open, revealing Aaron’s large frame.
He stood at the top of the stairs, unmoving as he looked down upon you, you curled further into yourself, hoping that he would just get it over with already. Whatever it was he was planning.
Your eyes locked together, staring at each other as if either of you were waiting for the other to speak first. You kept your mouth shut, however, knowing fully well that he called the shots, he made the rules, and you had nothing to say about it if you wanted to live.
With slow steps, Aaron made his way down the stairs, moving closer and closer towards you. However, he stopped on the last step. Your eyes followed him closely, trained on his every move. He was your only hope of getting out, the only hope of staying alive. A hope that you didn’t trust, no matter how much you needed to.
Your stomach cut the silence, growling like the wolf you knew he was. You wanted it to stop, wanted it to stop so you could disappear out of his focus.
“I’m sorry.” Aaron sighed at the sound of your empty stomach. He made his way to you, crouching down as he started unlocking the shackle around your ankle, keeping you in place.
“Wow, really.” You spat at him, clearly annoyed with how you had been treated since he had taken you away from everything that you knew.
“I just got back, from you know… I’m sorry you had to see him.” He kept apologizing to you, helping you up on your feet. You felt lightheaded as he held you up, helping you upstairs and into the kitchen where he placed you at the table. He pushed your chair in like a gentleman before he walked over to the fridge and started pulling something out.
Aaron was wearing a simple brown sweater, it looked comfortable you thought, big and soft. You were sure that it would look like a tent on you, as it looked too big for him even. You spotted a small coin on the table, it didn’t look much like currency as you picked it up, slowly starting to spin it between your fingers and let it roll around on the table.
“Would you stop that! It’s going straight to my brain!” He snapped, turning around and hammering his palm down on the coin to end its movement. You sunk down in your seat, lowering your gaze to not stir up any more trouble. He scared you, even before you knew that he was a werewolf.
“Sorry.” You muttered at him as he put a plate of cold leftovers down in front of you.
“Well, eat up! We’re going for a little drive in a minute.” He snapped, clearly still annoyed at you for the coin. You couldn’t quite figure out his mood swings, and you definitely didn’t understand them. How he could suddenly go from a sweet, caring apologetic man to a demonic piece of shit in a matter of mere seconds.
What had gotten up his ass, you did not know, and without any better thing to do, you ate it up.
“Stay here” he barked at you, parking in front of a house. He had taken you back to town, yet this was not a town that you knew. You watched him leave, hoping that you would find the courage to run, but he knew your scent. He must by now. His wolf would find you in minutes if you left.
The car was freezing as you waited, not knowing what he was doing, you kept waiting and waiting and waiting until eventually, you saw the door to the house being opened. Out came Aaron and two other people. You had no idea who they were, and you didn’t want to either.
You quickly got back in the spot you had been told to stay in, having moved around in the car to pass the time. Aaron wasn’t driving this time around, instead, he jumped into the back with you, while the two other men took the front seat,
“Who are they?” You whispered to him, letting him put his arm around your shoulder to keep you in line as the older looking of the two started the roaring engine of the car and drove off.
“It’s none of your business, bunny.” Aaron was sharp in his tone, brows furrowed at you, silently ordering you to keep your mouth shut.
“Come on, Hotch. If you don’t tell her then I will.” The driver grinned, peering at the two of you through the mirror. With a single nod, Aaron or Hotch, let them go on. It was not his fault that you knew.
Derek Morgan was the one driving, while the lankier, curly-haired one in the passenger seat was named Spencer Reid. Apparently, they were all werewolves like Aaron and on a quest to get out of the country. They hoped that once they crossed the border, they would be safer and much freer than they were right now.
Hours went by before the car stopped the next time. It seemed to be a dingy motel. Dark and gloomy. Aaron held your hand in a tight grip as he led the four of you into the reception, quickly getting you a shared room. The receptionist smiled at you with a smug expression, probably already dreaming about just what the three men would do to you once you were behind closed doors.
“Go to sleep!” Aaron growled at you, pushing you towards the bed as you entered the room.
“Can I at least take a shower first?” You propositioned. Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose before agreeing. It felt amazing, the hot water washing away the dirt of his basement, rinsing it out of your hair and down the drain.
You didn’t make any more fuss of the situation, quietly getting under the sheets and falling asleep, all the while Aaron’s towering from stood looming over your form.
“What are we going to do with her? Obviously, you don’t have any of her papers, can’t just take her over the border without it.” Spencer hissed, waiting for the response from the eldest of the group. Aaron kept looking at you.
“What was I to do. She was snooping around in the cabin. I couldn’t just leave her there. She could’ve reported us.” His tone was relaxed, almost whispering as he didn’t want to wake you up.
“You could’ve killed her,” Morgan suggested, shrugging as he kicked his shoes off. Aaron shot him a stern look.
“I’m not a killer. I might be a werewolf and the alpha. But I’m not a killer.” He raised his voice, although he tried to stay calm and collected to not wake you. In the end, they all agreed to just put you in the trunk, test their luck, and drive off without another word shared between the three of them.
When you woke that next morning, you were confused, feeling the heavy weight of a furry beast next to you, in a room you didn’t remember having seen before. You pushed yourself up. Seeing the slightly skinnier wolf on the ground before your gaze met his. In the corner sat Aaron, quietly watching over you.
“Morning, bunny.” His face was decorated with a frown, furrowed brows locked on you at all times. His voice was hoarse from not speaking for hours, wide awake as he made sure you wouldn’t try to run.
“Where are we?” You asked, knuckling tiredly at your eyes as you took another look around the room.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” He rose from his seat, moving closer to you. He cupped your face with his massive hand, gently caressing your cheek. The worst part was that you let him, you let your capturer get close to you, touch you, you hated it, but it felt so nice.
Aaron smirked as he felt you nuzzle into his hand, enjoying his rough fingers digging into your skin. He knew you weren’t going to run. There was no turning back home now, you couldn’t anyway. There was no proof of who you were. And it was much safer to stay with the Alpha anyways.
🏞 - with alpha!hotch and its your first time during his rut and so you want to help but you’ve never taken anything so big and he’s a little feral but trying to hold back from hurting you and he’s just whispering about how good you’re gonna feel when you take it and how much of a good girl you are and he ends up losing control and fucking into you hard and you love it. (all consenusal ofc)
NSFW below the cut.
"Stay back, mate!" Aaron growled at the oncoming stranger, the scent of another present alpha caused him to keep you close by. You could sense the different status of his nature throughout the day, his need to be in charge felt ten times more pronounced than usual.
Once back in your hotel room, you felt yourself ease up, knowing that it was only the two of you now.
"What's going on, Aaron? I want to help." You suggested, hoping that he would open up to you about the thing that was seemingly aggravating the alpha. Stepping closer to him, you placed your hand on his chest. It looked tiny compared to his size. "Please." You flashed him a worried smile.
It didn't take long for his sweet-smelling scent to seep through your nostrils, clouding your vision. Although you'd never experienced Aaron's rut, it didn't take up too much space in your brain to put two and two together.
"You sure? I get quite... intense." He raised his brows at you, tilting your head up by your chin to create eye contact. With a small nod, you waited for his next move. "(Y/N), I need you to say it. Please. Because there's no blood whatsoever in my brain right now."
"I want to help, alpha." You whined into his touch. And with that, all hope was gone for Aaron as he quickly backed you against the bed. You fell down on the mattress, Aaron landing on top of you as he engulfed your lips in a heated kiss that was all teeth and slobber.
He furiously worked on ridding you of your garments, almost ripping the material from your body, while you took your time unbuttoning his shirt and removing his.
With a low grunt, he seethed himself inside of you, ramming in and out of you at a brutal pace. Although Aaron was trying his best to hold back, your almost pornographic moans and whines did nothing to help.
"Such a good fucking girl. Gonna make you feel so good." He breathed into your ear, watching as your eyes rolled back in your head with pleasure.
He lost it.
Picking up his speed and going absolutely feral. Aaron put a hand between the headboard and your head, preventing you from banging it with each of his thrusts.
Your vision blurred as the pleasure overtook you, letting you feel every last vein and twitch of his cock as he kept pounding into your heat.
Ending up losing control over your body as well, you howled out in enjoyment, your tongue sticking out as you were unable to close it.
Barking out in synchronization, Aaron collapsed on top of you, gently pecking your lips as you both came down from your hires. You could feel the calmness within him as he rolled on his back dragging you onto his chest.
"You alright?" He questioned as he knew he'd gone a little over the top, letting himself become full throttle.
"Better than alright." You hummed in your fucked out state, a hint of a smile lingering on your lips as you snuggled closer to your alpha.
What do you think werewolf!hotch would do if an unsub targeted omegas or something like that and you were on the case and a possible victim bc you matched the unsubs type?
The man would not sleep, he would constantly be having his eye on you, almost to the point where he isn't a functioning unit chief supposed to be the guy who knows stuff. He's a (Y/N) protection unit.
He'd make sure that you were as close to him as possible at all times. Even make you stay back at the station if he did. And you of course kept reassuring him that it would be okay.
But rest assured that Aaron didn't surrender to you and kept hovering over and around you until the unsub had been caught.
Aaron personally shot the unsub in his leg when he started talking about you and cuffed his hands tightly behind his back, actually hurting him a bit.
