#❥ aaron hotchner fic recs

[tinyluvs]

Hotch fluff!! How about reader and Hotch both having a hard work week and just finding comfort in each other, like a quiet night in full of snuggles and coziness

i got youu, i love this so much thank you, enjoy! ♡

aaron hums lazily to himself while he washes up, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows while his tie hangs loosely under his collar. you creep up behind him, softly circling your hands around his waist, "hello," you whisper simply, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades

"hi sweetheart," aaron replies, looking over his shoulder briefly. you tighten your arms around him, squeezing gently, "you okay?" he asks

you nod your head against his back, crinkling his shirt slightly as you do, "just feel like i haven't seen you this week," you admit, your body leaning with his as he reaches to dry his hands on a tea towel

he turns in your arms before taking your head in his hands, "well, jack's at a sleepover so we have all of tonight to ourselves,” he explains, lips pressed against your forehead, “sound good?"

lightly you drag your nails down his forearms, "as long as you promise not to ask me how my work week was," you puff out a breath, eyes fluttering shut while you think about your week from hell

aaron's work week has been just as bad, you can just tell, so naturally, he hums in agreement, "deal," he whispers, resting his chin on the top of your head, his arms sliding around your neck to pull you closer

"i need a shower," you mumble, voice muffled by his chest

your boyfriend steps away from you, his fingers tangling with yours as he leads you out of the kitchen, "we can shower, come on," he says softly when you get to the bathroom

peeking around his body you watch as he turns the water on before fiddling with the taps. once he's satisfied he turns around, fingers grabbing at the hem of your shirt to pull it upwards over your head

by the time you're both undressed and stepping into the shower, the rooms filled with a hot fog. silently aaron turns you, your back facing him so he can rake his fingers through your hair, blunt nails drag against your scalp

"feels nice,” you hum, tilting your head back and into his hold. he doesn't respond as he moves down your body, soapy fingers massaging over your skin until you’re scrubbed clean and then, you return the favour

aaron smiles softly when you stand on your tip toes to reach his hair but takes the opportunity to steal a quick kiss, leaving you gasping with surprise against his lips, your fingers pressing into his sides to keep you from slipping

when you're dried and warm aaron disappears, coming back moments later with a small stack of pyjama's, "do you want to watch television?" he asks, pulling a shirt over his head

"don't care what we do, as long as you're there," you say quietly, stepping into your, aaron’s, joggers. after getting redressed you follow aaron back to the living room, flopping down into your corner of the couch

he turns the television on, scrolling through channels until he finds something to leave on before turning to you, "come here," he grumbles, leaning down to scoop you up

you yelp as he spins around, dropping both of you down onto the couch. he lays underneath you, head resting against the arm of the couch while you sit over his middle, knees pressing against his ribcage

"pretty girl," he sighs, satisfied to just have you there. violently, your cheeks rush red, never getting used to his kind words leaves you in the same blushing state every single time

in a desperate attempt to hide your face, you lower your body onto his, wriggling around until you're settled on his chest, your legs tangling comfortably with his, "i love you, you know that, right?" you ask, listening to his heartbeat

aarons fingers comb through your mostly dry hair, softly twirling strands around and around, "i do, you tell me every day an-"

"no, aaron, seriously," you interrupt him, tracing gentle patterns against his shoulder, "like, i can't imagine doing this, with anyone else, ever" you explain

under your head, his heartbeat speeds up, "really?" he asks lowly, doing his best not to give himself away, though his heart already has

"really," you hum, tilting your head up quickly to kiss his jaw slowly. your boyfriend tilts his head, letting you trail your lips over him for a while before you settle back down against him

"i feel the same," aaron whispers and you nod because you already know. he's never said it like that but the way he looks at you, treats you, talks to you, you know

the television casts a gentle glow over an otherwise dark room, illuminating aaron just enough that when you look up at him again, you can admire everything he has to offer, he mirrors your actions

he props himself up slightly so that he can kiss you, softly and slowly, sighing happily against your lips, the simple noise causing your own heart to race

“hey, so, i could ask jess to pick jack up in the morning,” aaron mumbles between kisses, “we could have the whole day to ourselves,”

you pretend to think, smiling against his mouth, “if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you had a crush on me aaron hotchner,” you giggle

aaron pulls away, “and here i was thinking i was hiding it so well,” he rolls his eyes dramatically while you continue to giggle, “so, tomorrow?”

“it’s a date”

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

❥ aaron hotchner masterlist !!

a/n you know the drill, proofread badly xo

[tinyluvs]

Hi! Could you do reader being pregnant with Hotch’s baby but she accidentally blurts it out to the whole team, Hotch included at the same time? Thank you if you do!

i absolutely can angel! you’re welcomee, enjoy !! ♡ cw; mentions of pregnancy sickness! nowt detailed/gruesome

the drive from the airport to the local police station is rough because of bumpy country roads, your stomach already feels uneasy and the local terrain is not helping at all

behind you, derek, jj and spencer squabble like children over something you don't care to listen to right now and beside you aaron is silent, eyes focused on the dark road ahead of you

your eyes flicker quickly to the mirror, seeing dave, emily and penelope following close behind in their suv before they clamp shut, focusing on the inside of your eyelids in a desperate bid to ignore your stomach churning

blindly, you feel around in the console for your bottle of water, sipping slowly while you stare at a barely there scratch on the dashboard

"kid, no, sorry but you're wrong!" derek huffs and turns in his seat and in turn, drives his knee into the back of yours, jolting your body cruelly

your eyes widen in panic, the gps estimates another fourty minutes to the station and unfortunately for you, you don't have that kind of time. heat prickles over your body uncomfortably underneath your fbi issued sweatshirt

"aaron," you mumble, looking up at him slightly. he turns his head towards you briefly, eyebrow raised before he's turning back to the road, "can you pull over?"

he turns back to you, no raised eyebrow but concern filling his eyes, "are you okay?" he asks quietly, though he doesn't make any attempt to get the suv off of the road

colour drains from your face, you feel it happen and your boyfriend watches it happen, "no, please, pull over," you rush out before swallowing thickly, your hands fumbling with your seatbelt

aaron pulls over as fast as he can without getting rear ended by dave. you're not entirely sure the car has completely stopped before you're jumping out to make a run for it

"what's going on?" you hear spencer ask

you're all of ten steps away before your body betrays you, lurching forward, hands gripping at your thighs as your lunch and the three bottles of water you'd drunk, repeat on you

a hand smoothes over your back, familiar, aaron, "honey," he sighs, using his free hand to collect your hair up gently. he rubs gentle circles into your back until your knees fail you, causing you to crouch

"is she okay? oh my god," penelope rushes over from the other suv, pulled in behind your one, blue lights lighting up the tree line a few feet ahead of you

you groan and rub a hand over your forehead when it's over, breathing in deep before standing. the entire team stares at you, all of their eyes wide and panicked, "guys, i'm okay," you offer up weakly

aaron pushes a bottle of water into your hand, "just sip it, please," he hums, guiding you a few steps back towards the cars

spencer visibly grimaces, face twisted in slight disgust and honestly, you can't blame him, "we should get you checked over," he says and you do your best to shake your head while sipping

"i'm sure she just ate something bad," jj offers up, sending you a soft smile and you wonder distantly if she knows. none of them should know, aaron doesn't even know

you had a plan, to tell aaron, a big breakfast and a cute announcement all on your day off but time had not been on your side. up until this point the sickness had been timing itself nicely with moments you could break off from the group without them noticing

"but it could be contagious!" spencer shrieks and then yelps when derek and jj both swat at his arm, hands slapping against his coat

"i'm okay, just give me a minute," you breathe, bending slightly to put the water bottle on the floor before leaning against aaron's side, "guys i swear,"

none of them look convinced and hell, if the situation was spun so you were a bystander, you wouldn't believe it either. aaron's hand slides across your back again, thumb tracing up the dip in your spine

penelope extends her hand, a few loose mints roll around in her palm, "thanks," you smile gently before swiping them from her, pushing all four into your mouth at once

"i'm just saying, i, don't want to get sick," spencer starts to argue with the rest of the team, "we have a case guys, if she's contagious and it's airborne we will all already have it!"

you frown as dave rolls his eyes as the younger boy, "you are not going to get sick spence, i swear," you reassure with a huff

"how can you be so sure about that?"

loudly, you groan, "because i'm pregnant, not sick," you snap and that shuts him up but everyone else gasps, all of them turning towards you, "oh my god," you slap a hand over your mouth in realisation

"you're what?" penelope shouts though emily and derek parrot her reaction. aaron's hand stops on your back as he stares down at you, his profiling skills being forgotten while he scans over your face

"i had a plan!" you cry, "i had a whole, elaborate, plan as to how i was going to tell you guys, i swear and now i've fucked it up, i'm so sorry," tears well up in your eyes before they overflow, spilling down your cheeks

aaron turns you towards him slightly, "hey, why're you crying, why're you saying sorry?" he asks gently, a small smile creeping over his face, "you're serious?"

you nod, sniffling gently when you wipe at your face with your sleeve, "i was supposed to tell you first and then the-"

your boyfriend has never been one for public displays of affection in front of the team, outside of a few pecks here and there but in this moment he doesn't care very much about the team

he surges forward, arms sliding around your waist to pull you closer for a kiss. you gasp against his mouth, suddenly very thankful for the mints you'd swallowed seconds earlier

around you the team hoots and woops, partly at the news and partly because aaron is kissing you like it could be the last thing he ever does

"you're not mad?" you ask when he pulls away, your fingers squeezing at his arms through his suit jacket before you turn your attention to the team, the question directed at them too

you get a clean sweep of no's before everyones rushing forwards, arms tangling around your body and whispers of congratulations passing your ears before they turn to your boyfriend to give him the same fate

"i, for one, cannot wait to tell baby hotchner this is how we found out," dave chuckles, hands shoved inside his pockets as he sends a wink your way

"what a story," you agree, fingers tangling into aaron's as the group divides up to get back into the suv's. jj's hand pats at your shoulder when you slide into the passenger seat

"when we get there, i'll take you to go and get some anti sickness pills" she whispers, "congratulations, again,"

before you can reply aaron's hand squeezes gently at your knee, "if you need me to pull over again, please don't wait until the last second," he scolds you through a smile

"yes boss," you giggle, eyes fluttering shut as he leans across the console to kiss your forehead. the suv rumbles as it peels away from the side the road and for the rest of the journey, aaron doesn't stop smiling, not even for a single second

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

❥ aaron hotchner masterlist !!

a/n proofread badly, sue me xo

[tinyluvs]

hi!! would you be able or want to do something with spencer where the reader is on the team and hotch’s daughter and it’s so obvious that they like each other but instead of hotch being all scary about it he’s the one who encourages them to go for it?

omg yes thank you sm for this! so cute !!! hope you enjoy !! ♡

the elevator up to the bau rumbles slowly to life shortly after the doors ping shut. gently you rock back and fourth next to your father, who looks down at you with a raised eyebrow

"what?" you ask, tilting your head at him slightly. he frowns and puts a hand on your shoulder, stopping your swaying movements, "get off," you huff lightly, slapping his hand off of you

he smacks you back lightly, "what's got you so excited?" he asks, a knowing look passing over his face

"oh! me and spence are going to see a film later, i think," you hum, nodding your head as you talk, "i had plans and couldn't go but they fell through so, i'm going to see if he still wants to go,"

the doors of the elevator ping back open, revealing the bau in all it’s glory, "yeah? finally letting him take you on a date?" your dad says, stepping out into the hallway while you follow close behind

"it's not a date!" you hiss, frowning furiously at him. the conversation dies as he makes a slight noise that you can't figure out the meaning of. you stare at your shoes as you walk through the bullpen, the gap between you and your dad getting bigger as he walks towards his office

a groan escapes you as you flop down into your chair, your elbows planting on the desk, your head in your hands, "hey little hotchner," you don't need to lift your head to know it's spencer

"hey," you mumble, sitting up straight and turning to face the boy, who's on the other side of your desks partition. he smiles gently at you before reaching into his bag to grab his morning book

it's a book you recognise, not from reading it but you've seen spencer reading it at least once on the jet, "how was your night?" he asks, pulling himself around the desk so he's sat closer to you, no longer obstructed by the parting

your shoulders rise and fall quickly, "same as normal really, yours?" spencer nods and hums a sound of agreement before opening his book, "hey, are you still going to see that film tonight?"

no sooner has the book been opened, it's snapping shut again with a small thud, "i think so, if we don't get called out," he says, turning quickly to look over to your dad's office.

normally watching your dad through the window is enough to help you figure out if you're staying in house or getting called out but he seems to be just checking emails so, for now, in house is your best bet.

"did you find anyone else to go with?" you enquire, pulling the brown haired boy's attention back to you. he shakes his head no, once, "well, my plans fell through, if you still wanted some company?"

spencer's face lights up, "of course! it's in it's original language, russian, but i can translate to you," he smiles, pushing himself up from his chair as the rest of the team starts to file into the room

"okay," you can't help but smile up at him, your cheeks threatening to redden as he beams down at you. he brushes hair away from his eyes as derek appears behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder blade

"hey kids," he smiles in that smirky way he always does. you and spencer roll your eyes at the nickname

"hi," spencer replies fast before turning back to you, "it starts at seven thirty, so i can pick you up around seven? also, coffee?"

behind spencer, emily and penelope gawp. you shoot them a confused look, "uhm, yeah sure that's fine," you talk slowly, your gaze returning to spencer, "i bought new pods, feel free to use one for yourself,"

spencer flashes you a smile paired with a quick thumbs up before he's disappearing towards the kitchenette on the far side of the room. once he's comfortably out of distance you raise your eyebrows at your friends

"you're going on a date! finally!" penelope manages to shriek, quietly, "i never thought this day would come," she puts her hands on your shoulders, squeezing tightly

"it's not a date,"

jj wanders into the bullpen as you huff and she grins, "i heard it was a date," she singsongs, taking off towards her old office before you can react

your jaw drops open, hand slapping over your mouth, "oh my god, dad's going to kill me," you gasp, shooting out of your seat. emily fails terribly to hide her snicker as you race towards your dad's office

he jumps when you slam the door open just before you kick it shut with your foot, just as hard, "you need to make up a plan and get me out of this film tonight, please," you plead, giving your father no context

"why would i do that?" he asks, watching you slide into the seat opposite him, your hands immediately grabbing at his aaron hotchner sign, your favourite thing in his office to fiddle with

while you think of an explanation, you roll the object between your hands but after more than a minute of complete silence you quickly realise, there's only the real explanation

"so," you start, a nervous laugh passing through your lips, "as it turns out, it is a date but i didn't know until after i had said about going with him! i swear!" you pause for breath, trying to look anywhere but at your dad

if you had looked you would've noticed him trying not to smile and chuckle at you, "and i know the rules about dating in the work place, so please dad, i need you to get me out of this,"

he watches you while you panic slightly before reaching over the desk, pulling his name sign from your hands, "hey, look at me," he says softly and you do, "i think you should go for it," he shrugs gently

for the second time, your jaw drops but no words manage to come out of your mouth so instead you gesture wildly with your hands

"it's obvious you two have feelings for each other, reid is a nice kid, so why not?" your dad explains, thankfully ignoring the way your cheeks heat up at his words, "go, you'll regret it if you don't"

"i hate it when you profile me," you huff, standing up. he chuckles as you walk away but you turn back as you open the door, "thanks dad," you smile softly and he returns it as the gap between the door and frame gets smaller

when you step back into the bullpen you notice the team all staring at you, apart from spencer who still hasn't returned, "not a word," you warn, putting your hand up as you pass by them

no words are said but you hear them all laughing and giggling as you leave to find spencer, though he's not too hard to find. as you approach, he turns, a mug in each hand

"oh hey!" he grins, holding your mug out towards you. gently, you take it from him before grabbing his free hand with yours, pulling him out into the hallway

"what? where are we going?" spencer enquires as you lead him down the corridor. you crane your neck, huffing slightly when every room you pass is already occupied, "why are we going in here?" he questions when you eventually find a room

you take his mug from his hands, putting both of the drinks onto the tiny table, "can i ask you something, please?" you whisper, looking up at the taller boy

"sure"

"is tonight a date?" you ask slowly, eyes searching his while his face changes from confusion to slight surprise but he doesn't reply, "spence?" you groan, poking at at the toe of his converse with your shoes

he looks down at your shoes, bumping his, "yeah, it is," he admits quietly, "at least i wanted it to be but if you don't want to it's o-"

you cut him off, lips pressing against his while your hands cup his face. he gasps against your mouth, his fingers gripping at your waist, pulling you closer to him

slowly you kiss him, like the time around you has completely stopped. your arms tangle around his neck as you melt into him, your body pressing against his, fingers tangling into the ends of his hair

he tilts his head, kissing you a little harder before pulling away but only slightly, like he doesn't even want to. his lips brush yours as he breathes low, "so, it's a date?"

"shut up and kiss me,"

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❥ spencer reid masterlist !!

a/n proofread really badly through very tired eyes !! lemme know about any mistakes you see, if you want to, thank youuuu ♡

[tinyluvs]

calling hotch daddy at work as a joke only for him to pull you into his office in an angry fit because he is HARD HARD

uh huhhhhh he definitely would!! *mdni!*

“three…two…one, go!” reid hollers, pulling his arm back before surging forward, you copy his movements, both of you letting go of your paper aeroplanes at the same time

yours glides steadily and mostly straight, diagonally across the room where as somehow, reid’s pulls up after takeoff, “cmon,” you exclaim, throwing your hands up

before you can say or do anything, aaron walks into your planes flight path, coffee in one hand, file in the other. “oh! aaron!” you gasp as the point of your paper aircraft hits him

he sighs, turning to look at you and reid, “really, you two? again?” he raises an eyebrow and wipes his file on his trouser leg, wiping spilt coffee off of it, “we’ve talked about this guys”

“sorry sir” reid almost winces as he speaks, fiddling with his fingers as he talks before taking off across the room, no doubt going to see where his paper plane ended up

you don’t move from your spot, a few feet away from aaron’s office, “sorry daddy” you giggle at him as he nears you, “will definitely, probably do it again” you joke

“my office, now” aaron talks lowly, using the hand holding the file to shove at your shoulder, turning you around to face his office. your eyes widen as he ushers you into the room and towards the seat in front of his desk

he moves silently around his office, putting the file in a tray, sliding his mug of coffee onto the sideboard and as he rounds the desk towards you, he shuts the blinds, closing you off from the rest of the office

“aaron i-”

“daddy? really?” he asks, cutting you off as he sits on the edge of his desk, your knees bumping against his legs, the closeness making your breath hitch

a blush creeps up your neck as you scramble to find words, “it was a joke?” it comes out unsteady, like a question. you rub your hands over your skirt and avert your eyes, unable to look up at him

“really? was it?” aaron’s voice is low, sending shivers down your spine and leaves your heart racing in your chest, “look at me” he huffs, tilting your head back himself, knuckle under your chin, “was it?”

your tongue darts out, swiping across your bottom lip as you stare up at him. slowly you shake your head, words failing you while your breath speeds up

aaron stands up and pulls you up too, turning you around to trap you between him and the edge of the desk, “look what you did,” he almost whispers, pressing into you slightly, chest to your back and judging by the hardness pressing against you, cock to ass

gasping, you press back into him, “aaron,” you whine softly. he leans forward, planting his hands on the desk either side of you, crowding into your space, it makes you dizzy.

“that’s not my name sweetheart,” he hums slowly, teasing. his tie bumps against the dip in your spine and the metal of his belt rubs against your ass, through your skirt

he takes a hand off of the desk, sliding it up your leg and underneath your skirt, hitching it up until your panties are on display for him, “come on honey, what’s my name” he urges you, like he needs to hear it, eyes fixated on his knuckle which ghosts over your panties, barely touching you

“daddy”

“good girl” aaron sighs and without warning he presses down against your clit causing a gasp to escape, tumbling past your lips much louder than you expected, aaron tuts behind you, “gotta be quiet honey, we don’t want everyone in the office knowing you call me daddy”

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

[tinyluvs]

Hii! Heard you crave fluff 🤭 (Please no angst, I'm not in the mood to bear it😭)

Something like Reader isn't feeling well physically (like just some flu) but Hotch and Jack being super caring and sweet, and just comforting her 😭

i gotchu, jack n hotch are my babiesss, enjoy !! ♡

you’re sitting in what can only be described as a blanket fortress when aaron comes back into the living room, bowls in hand. he stops to admire his sons handiwork

“look daddy!,” jack squeals, tiny hands shoving and tucking the edges of what you hope is the last blanket, around your sides, “all tuckered up,”

“tucked,” you correct him softly, hand brushing through his hair as he leans back and plops down next to you, “i didn’t know you had so many blankets,” you say to aaron, both of you fighting a laughing fit

aaron hands you and jack bowls, both piled high with ice cream, “neither did i,” he chuckles as he sits on your other side, his bowl resting on his knee, “how’re you feeling?” he asks

jack had given you his cough and cold, nothing serious though both boys are acting like you’re knocking on deaths door, “i told you, i’m absolutely fine!” unfortunately for you, your voice cracks and causes you to break out into a coughing fit

the child beside you gasps, springing into action by forcing you forward to pound his tiny hands against your back while his father just chuckles at you both

“thanks buddy,” you croak out with a feeble thumbs up when he decides you’re okay again. you simply don’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t choking and neither does aaron

the room falls into a comfortable silence, just spoons clinking against ceramic while you all watch a rerun of spongebob on the tv, jacks pick but you have no complaints

thanks to the blankets you start to sweat, your cold chills banished for the time being, “i’m too hot now,” you whine quietly, shuffling into the space under aaron’s arm

“take some blankets off then,” he mumbles, lips pressing against your warm forehead, his fingers combing through your hair ever so gently

you groan, knowing it’s the only option, “i don’t want to make jack feel bad though,” you rush out before stealing a spoonful of ice cream from your boyfriends bowl

he huffs, “you’ll make me sick,” he points out though there’s no fire behind it and when you look up at him with a soft and slightly cheeky smile he takes the opportunity to sneak a quick kiss

“you’ll make me sick,” you mock, moving away from him so you’re sitting again and not slouched against his side, “jack, honey, i’m really hot now, can i take some of these blankets off now, please?”

jack thinks, deeply, swirling his spoon around in his ice cream so it makes what he calls ice cream soup, “can i have one? i’m cold,” he asks and you nod, “okay then,” he concludes with a shrug

aaron snatches your bowl from your knee as it wobbles, allowing you to stand and shed the blankets off of you, letting them fall to the floor in a pile which you’ll clear up later

“which one do you want?” you ask jack, both of you staring down at the pile. you already know he’s going to choose the avengers one, it’s his favourite and he was quick to let you borrow it in your time of need

silently he points, to the avengers one, with his spoon. you scoop it up from the floor and throw it over the smaller boy before plopping back into your space

“here,” aaron hums, pushing your bowl against your hand causing you to flinch when it’s cold on your skin. your bowl, upon inspection, has less ice cream in it than when you left it

“how could you? stealing from your sick girlfriend.” you huff, staring into your bowl so he doesn’t see your lips pressed tight, refusing to smile

“ah, i thought you were fine,” aaron smirks, you only know because you feel it against your temple. he kisses you once before standing, “ do you want anything from the kitchen?”

the question is aimed at you however jack perks up before you do, "more ice cream!" he shrieks, waving his bowl at his father, the spoon flies out, thudding down onto the carpet with a dull thud, "uh oh"

you snicker, stopping short when aaron shoots you a look, "uh oh indeed," he sighs lightly, bending to grab the spoon, "no more ice cream for you buddy," he says, tapping the sticky spoon off of his sons head

jack takes offence, immediately. he flies off of the couch at speed, taking off after aaron who dashes towards the kitchen. you take a second to cough before following them

when you get to the kitchen jack is stood on the counter while aaron stands in front of him, both of them waving a spoon at each other like swords.

"ha ha!" jack laughs, smacking his dads spoon hard enough to send it spinning out of his hand. aaron gasps and lunges towards jack, swiping off of the counter, one arm around him while the child screams and shrieks

you giggle and smile at your boys as aaron sits jack on the edge of the counter before he's reaching for you, hands grabbing at your hips. he lifts you onto the counter, putting you right next to jack, "now you've cooled down, temperature," he mumbles to himself turning to rummage through a drawer

"i wanna do it, i'm a doctor!" jack announces, snatching the thermometer from aaron's hand. he turns towards you, face fiercely serious, "go ahhh," he demonstrates, mouth open and tongue poked out

"ahhhh," you parrot, letting the child push the thermometer into your mouth while aaron stands arms crossed in front of you, "i bet you i'm fine," you mumble around the object

the thermometer beeps and gets ripped away from you a second later, "daddy?" jack huffs, realising he can't read what it says.

aaron turns it towards the light so he can see the numbers before he smiles, "hey, you're all good," he hums, hand smoothing over your knee, "just the cough we have to get rid of now,"

"yay!" you and jack celebrate, arms in the air

"which means," aaron cuts you both off, voice louder than yours and his sons, "no more ice cream for dinner," he smiles to himself as he turns to dump the previously forgotten about bowls into the sink

jack gasps up at you, genuinely looking sad as you wrap an arm around him, pulling him tight against your side, "don't worry jacko," you whisper, "give it two days and daddy will be sick and then we will be eating all the ice cream we want,"

"awesome"

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[tinyluvs]

Sub!hotch smut???

absolutely yes, i’ve had multiple rq’s for this & one of them had sub!hotch x reader w a breeding kink so :) enjoy *smut, mdni!!*

aaron's hands grip at your waist, you pout down at him, head tilted slightly. you're sat over him, on him, knees either side of his waist, hands planted on his stomach and your ass pressed firmly down against his dick, "what?" you ask

"angel, you have to slow down," he huffs, holding you firmly in place. you hadn't seen him in a week, an entire week, there was no chance you were slowing down

quickly you take your hands off of his middle, pushing them down between his hands and your waist. you tangle your fingers with his and move them away from you, letting your hips roll ever so slightly

"do you want to know what i've been think about this week?" you hum, planting your hands and in turn, his hands, either side of his head

he doesn't answer you, his focus on your body grinding down against his. you lift yourself up, hovering over him but not touching him, immediately he looks up at you, "hmm? what?"

you roll you eyes and sit back down on him, dragging your clothed cunt over him, "do you," you start slowly, mocking him, "want to know what i've been thinking about recently?" you repeat yourself

"what, sweetheart?" he grunts, still not really giving you his full attention. you let go of his hands and lean down, lips ghosting his neck, right below his ear. his hands trail up your sides, almost tickling

"i want a baby"

aaron whines, his cock kicking underneath you. a smirk spreads across your face when you sit up, looking down at him again. his cheeks have flushed a deep red, his eyes are glossy, fucked out before you've even touched him

you don't bother trying to talk to him, knowing you're not going to get anything from him. reaching behind you, your fingers tease at the waistband of his boxers. he groans when you slide your hand down, the tips of your fingers brushing his cock, sticky and wet

"angel," he sounds gone, voice shaking slightly. you hum as you push his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free, "shouldn't we talk about this first?" he says, desperate, his eyes darting from your face and then down to where your bodies are touching

again, you tilt your head at him slightly, "what's there to talk about?" you question, lifting yourself up for a second time. you slip your fingers into your panties, moaning slightly at the contact before your pulling them to the side

both of you moan when you lower yourself down, guiding your hips forwards and then pushing back, the head of his cock parting your sticky folds. you repeat the action, waiting for him to reply but his face falters and you can almost see the moment his brain switches off

"you want babies, with me?" you ask and he nods, his brown eyes watery and soft. you hold his jaw with one of your hands, forcing him to look at you and you only, "right?"

he nods, as best as he can with your hand on his face. you roll your hips at an angle, letting his cock catch against your wet hole causing aaron to suck a harsh breath in between his teeth

"and you want to see me with a bump, right?" you ask, pushing down so he starts to stretch you out but only slightly, "let everyone know who i belong to?"

"fuck," aaron grunts, trying to turn his head to the side, you don't let him, fingers digging into his cheek, "yes," he huffs, bucking his hips up, trying to force the head of his cock into you

you're quicker than him though, moving at the same time as he does, "play nice," you pout, teasingly, "do you want to fill me up, keep me full of you until it takes?"

he nods, again

"then what is there to talk about?" you huff, dropping your weight down onto him, his cock filling you in one swift movement. he's huge and so, so thick, splitting you in half, or at least it feels like it

all the air in aaron's lungs gets punched out, his chest rumbling with a groan, his hands returning to your hips though not holding you this time, just resting there as you start to move, inching up and down at a teasingly slow pace

a stray tear escapes, slipping down his cheek at the sudden stimulation. you lean down to kiss it away, "make me a mommy," you whine softly to him, "i want it, no, need it so badly"

you tighten around him on purpose, feeling a little smug when his head tilts back and he grunts. you start to speed up a little, rocking back against him, your tight cunt sucking him in deeper every time he thrusts up into you

underneath you arron whines again, his breath starting to become uneven while his thrusts start to falter, "put a baby in me daddy, please" you lightly beg, your voice soft and almost innocent, "i know you want to"

he's close and you know it. his cock jerks inside of you, his fingers bruising your hips and tears start to fall faster as you push him even closer, "please" you mumble against his lips though he doesn't kiss you back, just allowing you to use him even further

a flush starts to creep up his chest and neck, his stomach tensing under you, "angel," he gasps, you hum, your fingers rubbing circles over you clit, "i'm gonna, oh god, i'm-" he cuts himself off with a groan, "fuck, cum"

"i know baby, that's the point" you say softly, your free hand resting around the bottom of his neck, "fill me up, daddy, give me a baby"

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i cry and beg for hotch x chronically ill/chronic pain reader fluff…..hes so……scromp

as a chronic pain sufferer, i got you 🫡 enjoy angel ♡

in the distance you hear aaron in the kitchen, he shuts a cupboard just slightly too hard and you flinch, eyes shutting as your forearm covers your eyes, blocking out the light

your free hand slides along the mattress until you're pressing the tips of your fingers into the back of your hip, groaning softly when pain radiates over your side

everything hurts, waking up with a pounding in your head and being able to feel every single one of your bones because somehow, they ache, is not what you had planned for the day

"morning honey," aaron hums from the doorway and you know he's got tea as the scent fills the room almost immediately. your forearm slips away from your eyes, just enough for you to squint at him, "you okay?" he asks, warily

"no," you breathe, simply, looking up at the ceiling. aaron slides your mug onto your bedside table before standing at the edge of the bed, "everything hurts," you whine, shutting your eyes again

aaron notices your sudden sensitivity to light, quickly moving to the other side of the room to pull the curtains shut, "everything?" he says quietly, though you hear the wince in his voice, "can you sit up?"

slowly you move, groaning and whimpering to yourself when a burning heat spreads over your ribcages but eventually you make it, leaning back against the headboard with a sigh

"well done," aaron says, sincerely, as he leans over you, grabbing your mug from the side before pressing it into your hand, "drink this, i'll get some painkillers," he bends to kiss your forehead gently

you sip on your drink, eyelids heavy as you watch aaron leave and then return with a packet in his hand, “this is all we have,” he mumbles, turning the half empty sheet in his hands

“better than nothing,” you say softly, offering him a half assed smile while you hold your hand out. two pills drop into your hand with a small clink, “thanks”

beside you, aaron rummages through the drawer in the beside table, a frown covering his face before he finds what he’s looking for, a notebook and a pen

he pulls his phone from his pocket, mumbling the time to himself before writing it down and what pills you’ve just taken, “do you want me to set an alarm for in four hours?” he asks, knowing that’s when you can have more

“it’s okay,” you sigh when you can’t quite reach around enough to get your mug on the side but before you can drop it, aaron takes it from you

you sit in silence for a moment, letting your warm hands slide over your ribs and down to your hips while your brain slowly switches on, “oh my god, aren’t we supposed to be going out with the others?”

aaron shushes you softly, “i already told them, don’t worry, they understand,” he explains, the bed dips under his weight as he perches on the edge of the mattress

his hand slips into yours, thumb rubbing gentle circles over your wrist, “you should still go, i’ll be fine,” you whisper, flinching slightly over an ache in the side of your wrist

“absolutely not,” aaron says, kissing the back of your hand, “i won’t complain about having a quiet day,”

you notice how he doesn’t say a lazy day, like most people do and your heart warms a little, “i need a bath but then i’m coming back to bed,”

aaron nods, pulling the covers off of you, “do you need help?” he asks, eyeing you cautiously when you plant your hands on the edge of the mattress

he doesn’t need an answer, instead just helping you up. his hands settle on your waist, letting you take a moment to breathe before you tackle the walk to the bathroom

you could burst into tears, with how gentle and caring he is with you. he runs your bath, undresses you and then ties your hair up, “come on then pretty girl,” he hums

it must take minutes of you leaning your weight onto him, allowing him to help you lower yourself down until you’re submerged by water

“thanks,” you say, leaning back until you’re laying, revelling in the way the hot water starts to soothe your aches and pains

aaron crouches beside the bath, pressing his lips against your forehead again, “call me when you’re ready to get out” he says, leaving the door open slightly so he can hear you

by the time you’re ready to leave, the water has started to turn cold but you feel slightly better than you did before, “aaron, honey, love of my life-”

he appears in the doorway before you can finish, “ready?” he asks, raising an eyebrow while you nod, holding one hand out for him, while you lean on the edge of the bath with the other

you’re wrapped in a towel before both of your feet have even touched the bathmat. his big hands squeezing at your sides, patting you down gently until you’re dry

“i forgot your pyjamas,” aaron huffs, causing you to roll your eyes, “come on,” he slips his hand into yours, guiding you back towards the bedroom

a soft gasp passes your lips when you notice that all the bedding has been changed to a fresh set and on top of it sits a tray of all your favourite snacks while candles flicker a soft glow across the room

“aaron,” you pout, staring up at him, “you didn’t have to do all of this,” your voice wobbles, a sorry attempt at trying not to cry over it

“if we’re going to have a bed day, we’re doing it right, honey,” he chuckles, handing you one of his t-shirts. as you pull it on, the doorbell rings

“who’s that?” you ask, frowning at him. your hand tightens around his arm while you bend, pulling a pair of shorts up your legs

“jj,” aaron answers simply, hiding a chuckle when you give him a questioning look, “well, she wanted to help so she picked up some more painkillers, a list of snacks and your favourite takeaway, with enough for left overs, for later,” he explains

“oh my, tell her i love her,” you gush, “and i love you even more,” you rise up, kissing him quickly three times, “now go, don’t leave her waiting,” you shoo him, flapping your hands gently against his stomach

aaron rolls his eyes at you, playfully, “i love you too”

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