Okay, but have you considered Hotch's instincts going crazy whenever he sees Reid run somewhere because everything inside him is just screaming to run after Spencer and finally fuck and claim him? Meanwhile, Spencer is completely clueless and just thinks Aaron looks angry whenever he sees him run
Literally one of my favorite A/B/O tropes/scenarios is when instincts take over! Alphas having deeply ingrained instincts to take chase after an Omega they’re courting (or mated to), while Omegas have the primal urge to run and taunt the Alpha they *want* to court them (or their mate).
Aaron and Spencer aren’t even courting, so Spencer doesn’t notice how his own instinct to run gets more intense when Aaron is around (like chasing after an unsub, for example. He pushes himself harder, faster, trying to stay ahead of Aaron— but it’s just because he needs to help catch the unsub, right? Nothing to do with how his heart races and his body tingles with the urge to take a sudden left or fake right, wanting to taunt the Alpha at his heels into following him, tackling him—)
And Aaron has to force himself to keep his thoughts straight, keep his eyes on the unsub ahead. He can’t afford to lose focus, because the second he allows his instincts past his defenses, he’ll hone in on that perfect Omega just a few feet before him. He’ll forget the unsub, the fact that Morgan and Prentiss are behind him, the local cops running alongside his pack— he’ll only think about Spencer. About making him his—
He shakes his head, growling, clearing his mind, and forces himself past Spencer—Reid—so he’s in front now. And follows the unsub around the corner, down another alley towards the trees outside of town, and tackles him.
It takes longer to get his heart rate in control than it should. Takes longer for that Alpha red to fade from his irises. His fangs itching to bite into flesh— whether to fuck or fight, he doesn’t know.
But he realizes that he needs to do something about this attraction towards Spencer, and soon. Otherwise a Chase is bound to happen, and it won’t end well. Because surely, Spencer doesn’t want a used up older Alpha like him.
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.
So I’ve had this idea for a while so thought I’d just post this little WIP of Hotchreid omegaverse with Omega Jack
First time writing a/b/o so be nice lol, this is definitely not everyone’s thing so don’t read if you don’t like it :)
No smut, just a bit of angst
~1.2k words
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Spencer sat in the middle of Jack’s room, Jack somehow folded into his lap as he happily played by himself, rearranging his toys so they all neatly sat around a mini table and chairs set. Jack mimicked pouring them all tea and cutting them slices of cake with the plastic kitchen set he had been gifted by Jessica for his 5th birthday.
The scene made Spencer’s heart swell as Jack babbled away, mostly ignoring him but occasionally offering Spencer some tea as well, when he would of course mime how delicious it was and ask for some more.
Jack only had one doll, who sat next to him at his pride of place. Jack took her everywhere, making sure to always hold her carefully so she wasn’t hurt and her hair would get messed up. Spencer loved watching his caring characteristics come out when it came to the doll, always smoothing down her dress and asking her if she was ok.
The other toys were all action figures, a couple of superheroes and other military figures. Hotch had, of course, got them for him. He said it was to encourage Jack to learn to stand up for himself and protect others, just like superheroes did. Jack did not quite understand the depth of what his father was trying to teach him, but he still enjoyed the toys. When they weren’t at the tea party, Jack pretended they had injuries and would nurse them back to health, using toilet paper as bandages.
Spencer wondered if he wanted to have more dolls that represented him, rather than tough figures who needed to fight, but Jack never asked for any more and he seemed to enjoy playing with them nonetheless, albeit in a less traditional way.
“What’s this?” They heard coming from the doorway.
“Daddy!” Jack exclaimed, glad that Hotch was finally home.
Surprisingly, instead of Hotch bending down to give Jack a kiss, he immediately turned to Spencer.
“What did I say about playing these games?”
Spencer was startled at the cold welcome they’d both received, his mate never just ignored Jack’s presence like that or failed to give him a kiss. Before Spencer could answer, he stormed out of the room once again. Spencer heard footsteps down the corridor and then the door to his office close.
He took a moment to acknowledge what happened, but before Jack could fully feel rejected, he encouraged him to come back and carry on playing, but only for 10 more minutes before bedtime.
“Don’t worry about that Jack, Daddy’s just had a long day,” Spencer squeezed him from behind and planted a kiss to his soft hair, inhaling the smell of his pup.
He knew what Aaron was talking about, both of them had noticed their pup displaying many omega characteristics. He was sensitive, if someone hurt his feelings, he did his best to not take it to heart, telling Spencer that it was probably because they felt sad inside. He’d even had a boy tease him at school, instead of fighting back, Jack begged to have him over for dinner so they could make up and be friends.
Otherwise, he was shy, sticking to the other quiet kids at school, most of whom were girls. He tried to get into sports but wasn’t as strong or fast as the other boys and struggled to enjoy it as a result. Spencer always encouraged that it wasn’t a problem, and he did not need to be good at everything, he was still proud.
Jack was due to present in a month’s time, not that they needed to wait that long, that boy was omega through and through.
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“What was that all about?” Spencer asked, anger seeping into his voice as he confronted his mate after putting Jack to bed.
“What?” The alpha looked up from his desk, having not heard Spencer storm in.
“Why can’t you just let your child play with the toys that he enjoys?”
“I’m sorry for trying to encourage my child to play with more suitable toys.”
“What do you mean ‘more suitable’?”
“He’s already getting teased at school for mostly having female friends, he’s bad at sports, weaker than the other boys and now you want him going around holding a babydoll?”
“What I want is for our child to be able to express himself as he likes in his own home and have fun.”
“He’s presenting in a month and you really think forcing him to play with dolls is going to have a good outcome?”
Spencer could not help the hurt look that crossed his face. Yes, being an omega, a male omega at that, wasn’t always easy- but times had changed, they were closer to equality than they ever had been. Still, he was an omega. Aaron said he loved that about him. He said they would have fallen in love regardless of his classification, but Spencer knew that being able to bond and reach that closeness was definitely a factor in how strong they were.
Hotch had done his best to make sure that Spencer and any other omegas in the BAU were treated equally and respectfully, immediately shutting down anyone who decided to harass them. He allowed them time off when they had their heat, just as any alpha needed time off for their rut, without it eating into their holiday time. He even made sure to have scent blockers on their health insurance plan if they chose to take them. Many did, especially unbonded or single omegas, making their place in an alpha dominated environment much easier. Only they could get expensive when taken often, so Hotch made sure everyone was able to.
“What do you mean by a good outcome?” Spencer whispered, looking down at the floor. All of the anger he had been feeling at the way Aaron dismissed them earlier suddenly replaced with hurt that he thought being an omega could be a…bad thing?
Hotch didn’t respond, instead, raised an eyebrow at Spencer as though they both knew what he was talking about, but he did not want to say it out loud. Spencer was confused about what his mate actually thought of him now. Did he simply see him as a weak omega that needed protecting after all this time? Surely not.
Either way, someone’s classification was a biological factor. As much as people tried to encourage their children to be tough and protective in the 5 years before they would present. Desperately wanting their children to be alpha, knowing they’d have an easier time in life, it was decided at birth what they were and nothing could change that.
Spencer could not think of anything to say, he should’ve expected this based on how his mate had been treating Jack, trying to get him to do things that just weren’t natural for the boy. So why was he so shocked right now? Why was he standing across from Aaron feeling so small and foolish for thinking he was any different and progressive?
A tear rolled down his cheek as he opened and closed his mouth, wanting to stand up for Jack, for omegas generally, but he froze. Instead, he turned around and hastily walked out. He lay in bed and once again was surprised that Hotch had made no effort to follow him or make sure he was ok. So, he let himself softly cry himself to sleep, feeling pathetic that he hadn’t said anything.
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Let me know what you think, I have a slight idea as to where this will go but lmk if you have any ideas too
Just started at a new job. A very stressful one. So much to learn, so much to get done. My anxiety is getting me down and I would really appreciate it if you guys could share any Hotchreid fluff just to help me relax. Please I really need it.
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.
Alpha Hotch courting Omega Reid by bringing an extra go-bag filled with packed dinners, a thermos of good coffee, and an Omega-brand spare blanket. He purposefully leaves it alongside Reid’s bag so Reid grabs it when they all go to their motel rooms (whether he’s roomed with Reid or not).
Reid, late on their first night of the new case, accidentally opens the extra bag instead of his own, and is confused as to who it must belong to.
He’s so tired, he doesn’t put much more thought into it once he pulls out the blanket and smells Hotch on it, an unconscious purr escaping him as he bundles up with it on the bed, falling asleep in seconds surrounded by the safe scent of comfort and warmth.
In the morning, he’s a little mortified, thinking he must have accidentally taken Hotch’s bag and slept with Hotch’s spare blanket—but then he sees the letter in Hotch’s handwriting:
“I know I’m not the best cook, but I hope this is better than what you find in the vending machine. Sleep well. -Aaron”
Then he registers the food and the coffee, warming it all up in the motel rooms microwave (once he snaps himself out of his daze).
It’s delicious. He’s purring again, wrapped up in the blanket and eating food an Alpha made for him. Not just any Alpha, Hotch. Aaron. Aaron is taking care of him. Providing for him. Courting him.
He notices how Aaron glances at him when they meet up at the station, a small smile on the Alpha’s face when he notes that Spencer looks well rested and fed—and that he’s still carrying the thermos with whatever coffee is left.
They don’t say anything to each other about it yet, they’re at work, but Spencer knows that it’s only a matter of time before Aaron approaches him and asks properly to begin courting.
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.
Pregnant Omega Reid has made a nest under Hotch's desk and no one, not even his Alpha noticed it until Reid decided to tease Hotch by tickling under his knee where he's ticklish.
Okay, that's cute--
Spencer's been missing all day, but Aaron isn't too worried cause he can still feel that his mate is nearby. He knows that pregnant Omegas start nesting during their second semester, and they tend to sleep a lot too, so he's sure his Omega has found somewhere to sleep (maybe an empty office?).
It's not until he's an hour deep into some paperwork that he feels the light touch of fingers crawling up his leg, and he bites back the urge to smile. Those wandering fingers move behind his knee, and he has to pull back a ways to look under the desk, seeing a sleepy and smiling Spencer, curled up on top of his makeshift nest (Aaron can see various clothing items from each member of the team, most likely stolen from their go-bags or extras from their lockers. His blanket from the couch is there, as well as a sweater that went missing two weeks ago).
"How long have you been under there?"
Spencer hums, dropping his head onto a pillow he got from... somewhere. He's so relaxed and soft-looking, eyes half-lidded, a small smile curling his lips. "Since this morning," he admits, almost sheepishly, "I couldn't keep my eyes open."
Aaron wants to abandon his paperwork and crawl under there with his mate, but he knows he can't. He'll have to wait until they go home, to their shared nest, before he can hold his Omega.
Until then, he's happy knowing Spencer feels safe enough to have made a nest here.
