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scorpio-hotch · 3 years
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I DEMAND AN X MALE!READER WITH HOTCH AT THE FBI GALA. Lots of Hotch showing off his handsome boyfriend (or husband) with subtle flirting and maybe some jealous!Hotch when someone else flirts with his man.
Pls and thank you, I love you Jase! <3
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I love you Sarah!! Thanks for the request <33
Prompt: 5- Going to an FBI gala with Aaron
Aaron Hotchener x male!reader
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: allusions to sex, tw alcohol, jealous!Aaron
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The Gala
Stepping out of the car, you brush imaginary dust off your suit jacket. Aaron walked around the car and offered his arm to you, asking, “Are you ready to go inside?”
He had somehow convinced you to come with him to the annual FBI Gala, even though he himself didn’t particularly enjoy these events. His argument to you was, “I can’t take anyone who isn’t my husband as a date to one of these things. C’mon honey, please, I don’t want to be alone and I want to show off my pretty husband?” and with a lot of pleading and kisses you agreed. So here you were, standing outside some big fancy party paid for by American tax dollars, on the arm of your husband.
Walking to the big ballroom where this thing was hosted you look over at Aaron. One of the upsides of this event was seeing him in a tux. He was the most handsome man you’d ever met, but him dressed up all fancy? That was a type of beauty you couldn’t put into words. You wanted to put your hand all over him and show him how pretty you think he is, but unfortunately that would have to wait until you got home.
Entering the event, it is just how you expected. A big and fancy ballroom filled with every important member of the FBI and their dates. Most members of the BAU had chosen not to attend the gala, seeing it as an event just for boring bureaucracy that they didn’t care for. Aaron was required to attend due to the fact he was the leader of the Bureau’s most prestigious units. Unfortunately for you that meant most of the people there were unfamiliar faces.
The first thing the two of you did was go to the open bar and get some drinks. These events were not intended to be attended sober. With your hand on Aaron’s arm he led you through the crowd looking for your table. He was stopped every so often by someone wanting to chat with him about the BAU or politics or golf or something. He always introduced you to these people, never missing a chance to show you off. “Oh, have you met my husband?” he would ask.
Most of the time they would shake your hand and ask you a question or two before going to talk with someone else. After they left Aaron would always lean in close and whisper all the gossip he knew about the people you were just talking to.
Eventually you and Aaron found your way to the table that had the little name card saying, ‘Agent and Mr Hotchner’ in fancy cursive writing. Aaron pulled your chair out for you and you sat down. What a gentleman. You both sat there for a while, talking with him and eating the dinner that was served. The food was very good and you were starting to think that maybe this event wasn’t too bad.
That's of course when one of Aaron’s old buddies from when he worked in the Seattle field office came up to him asking if he could steal him away for a second. Aaron looked over to you as if to ask permission to leave you alone for a few minutes. “Go ahead,” you tell him.
He leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek, whispering, “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I love you.”
After he walks away you decide to get yourself another drink. You’d get one for Aaron too for when he gets back. You stand up and make your way over to the bar, ordering two drinks under your last name. You take a seat at the bar while you wait. After a moment a man comes up to you asking, “Is this seat taken?”
“Nope,” you politely tell him.
He sits down and orders a drink before turning to you again asking, “Is this your first Gala?”
“Yeah it is.”
He then proceeds to start telling you about how he’s some big shot agent from counterterrorism. “Yeah, I was up in the New York field office for a while, but now I’m down at Quantico,” he tells you.
You nod along to his stories, wondering how long it takes to make two drinks so you could get up and leave. Right as he starts to ask you, “So what do you do?” the bartender comes up to you with your drinks saying, “For you Mr Hotchner.”
You smile, accepting your drinks, getting ready to plan your escape when the man asks, “Hotchner? Like BAU Unit Chief Hotchner?”
“Yeah, I’m his husband.”
“Oh...” the man says, “I didn’t realizes,”
That's when you feel a hand brush over your back. “Hey sweetheart,” says Aaron who presses a kiss to your temple and pulls you into his side.
“Hi darling,” you respond, taking all of your attention off that guy and pulling it on your husband, “I got you a drink.”
“Thank you so much, love,” he says as he accepts the drink from you, pressing another kiss to your head.
He takes a sip of the drink before saying, “Let's head back to the table.”
You smile at him, waving goodbye to the man you had been talking to at the bar who looks shocked. That action causes Aaron to squeeze you even tighter into his side as he walks away.
Aaron may be an affectionate man in the comfort of your own home, but not so much in public, especially at work events. When you get back to the table, he drapes his arm over the back of your chair. “You’re a little jealous, huh?” you say to him.
He fakes shock, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
You huff out a little laugh, “You’re cute when you're jealous.”
“No I’m not,” he responds quickly.
“No you’re not cute, or no you're not jealous?” you ask.
“Both.”
“Honey, I hate to break it to you,” you whisper into his ear, “But you are both of those things right now.”
He lets out a scoff, “What would I have to be jealous of, another man flirting with my husband?”
“Aww baby,” you press a kiss to his cheek, “you’re really jealous, huh?”
He pouts, “Maybe a little bit.”
A little bit of a blush spreads across his cheeks at his admission. He really was cute when he was jealous. You lean into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. You take his hand in both of yours, toying with the silver wedding ring on his finger. “You know,” you start, “You’re the love of my life.”
He smiles, “You’re the love of my life too.”
You both sit in that moment for a little while, forgetting about the rest of the party. It felt like the two of you were the only people in the world. It was the best part of your night.
After a moment, Aaron presses a kiss to your head, whispering, “Let's get out of here and go home.”
You didn’t have to be asked twice. He took your hand and led you out of the party. It was dark outside now. Aaron looked down at you as you walked hand in hand through the parking lot. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful under the warm street lights. He always thought you were beautiful though. He slows down a bit and lets out a quiet, “Thank you.”
You turn back to look at him. “Of course.”
“It means a lot to me that you came with me tonight. Everything’s better when you’re by my side.”
You take a step towards him, pulling him into a hug. He hugs you back tightly, tucking your face into his neck. “I’ll always be by your side,” you tell him, “for the rest of our lives.”
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scorpio-hotch · 3 years
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Hi! Congratulations on your milestone!!!
Can I request dad!bod Hotch prompts 2 & 7? (:
Thanks so much!! I had a lot of fun writing this one :))
Prompt: 2- Tummy kisses with dad-bod Aaron & 7- Resting your head on dad-bod Aaron's tummy
Dad-bod!Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: talk of body weight, food mentioned, insecure!Aaron, hurt/comfort, mention of Penemily
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New Shirt
You hear a sigh and a quiet curse come from your bedroom. Aaron was in there trying on his suits, figuring out which one he would wear to Penelope and Emily’s wedding this weekend. It was the first time since his retirement that he had put on a suit and by the sound of it, it was not going well. 
You open the bedroom door to find Aaron standing in front of the floor length mirror in a pair of suit pants and a button-up. The suit pants still fit him very nicely, you dare say even better than they did during his FBI days, but the shirt— not so much. It was a bit tighter than it should have been, especially around his tummy. It's true that he had gained some weight since he retired and you knew that it bothered him sometimes, but you had never seen him get as upset as he seemed now, staring at himself in the mirror.
His eyes were fixed on where the fabric gaped open over his stomach. He tugged and pulled at the fabric trying to get it to sit right, but all the toying just made his brow furrow even more. You softly knocked on the now open door to try to get his attention and started to say, “hey honey, how’s it going in here?”
Your words seemed to pull him out of his trance as his eyes snapped away from himself and the mirror and went onto you. He looked surprised, almost embarrassed that you were seeing him like this. There was clear discomfort on his face and his cheeks seemed to heat up a little bit. “I- um…,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest, covering his torso, “...bad,” he ended up sighing out.
You made your way farther into the bedroom. You put your arm out as a silent way of asking if you could touch him, but he’s not ready yet. “Could you tell me what the problem is?” you ask gently
Aaron lets out another loud sigh and the look on his face says ‘can’t you see what’s wrong.’ His eyes go back to his reflection in the mirror. “They don’t fit,” he pouts out, “none of my dress shirts fit.”
You take another step closer to him, softly placing a hand on his back. He doesn’t move away. That's a good sign. You pick your head up and look at him through the mirror. You move your other hand to his thigh, rubbing over the fabric of his pants. “Looks like you fit into your suit pants pretty nicely though,” you comment, hoping that the lighthearted complement eases some of his stress.
It does not. He lets out another sigh. There is so much tension in his beautiful face. You hadn’t seen his brow furrowed so much since his FBI days. You hated to see him so miserable.
Resting your head on his shoulder and running your hand over the tight fabric around his tummy, your eyes meet his in the mirror, “We’ll just go to the store and get you a new shirt, baby.”
“It's not that simple.”
“Yes it is, sweetheart.”
“No it isn't!” he snaps.
“Baby,” you softly whisper out as your hand rubs up his back. 
He steps away from you, turning and walking towards the closet, running his fingers through his hair, “These shirts fit basically the whole time I worked in the FBI!”
You open your mouth to say something but he continues, “I let myself go so much since I retired, I’m just a chubby old man now.”
You hated seeing him like this.
“Aaron, love,” you say softly as you make your way over to him, “You haven’t let yourself go, you just eat now. And you're less stressed. When you were in the FBI, you lived off of coffee and anxiety. I would say you are much healthier now than you were then.”
You make your way in front of him again, “But…” he starts.
“No buts, honey,” you guide him to sit down on the bed, “The only people who are gonna be at the wedding are the BAU, and you know they love you no matter what. And so what if you’re ‘a chubby old man’? Who cares if you have a bit of a tummy? I love my chubby old man and his tummy.”
You cup his face in your hands, pulling him to look at you. There was still some sadness in his eyes, but you could tell he was feeling a bit better. You lean down and move your hand to the top button of his shirt, “Let me show you something, baby.”
“What are you doing?” his hand snaps to yours, stopping your movements.
“I’m gonna show you how much I love your body, sweetheart,” you say as you continue to unbutton the shirt.
Soon the shirt is fully opened and you push it off his shoulders. You grab the hem of his white undershirt and help him pull it over his head so his torso is bare before you. You place one hand on his shoulder and gently guide him back, “Lay back for me, baby.”
As he lays back, you lean forward resting your head on his tummy pressing a kiss to it. You take one of his hands in yours and give it a little squeeze and you place your other hand next to your head, rubbing it over the warm skin of his tummy. “You know how much I love you, right?” you mutter into his skin.
“Mhm,” he hums out.
“Good,” you press another kiss to his tummy, “And you know how you look would never change that, right?”
“Mhm.”
You place yet another kiss on his skin. Your hand moving to play with the hair of his happy trail. “I really do love your tummy, you know. I think it's so cute and it's so warm and so soft and squishy,” you say pinching his skin a little bit, “the little bit of extra weight you gained the past few months, makes you so much softer and cuddlier. I just want to snuggle you all the time”
You pepper a few more kisses over his tummy. “And if I can be completely honest with you,” you say as you look up to meet his eyes, “I think I might find you hotter now, then I ever did before,” finishing the statement with one more kiss to his skin. 
You can tell from the look in his eyes that this news shocked him. “Is that true?” he asks.
“Uh huh,” you say, “What can I say? I just have a thing for dad-bods.”
He cracks a small smile at your comment. That's certainly progress from where he was a few minutes ago. You give his hand another squeeze, “How about we go out and get you some new shirts?”
“Okay,” he softly mutters out, “Later though, I wanna stay like this for a bit longer.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart. We can stay like this for as long as you need.”
He lets out another sigh, this one much more content than the ones earlier. He moves one of his hands to the back of your neck. “I love you so much,” he hums out.
“I love you too, baby,” you respond, “more than anything,” and to prove your point you press more kisses to his tummy.
A few days later, you have more fun than you’ve had in a long time. You and Aaron get to watch two of your best friends get married and get to spend time with his BAU family. Aaron looked as handsome as ever in his suit. You might miss seeing him in one everyday just a little bit. Members of the team compliment him on how good he looks, telling him he looks happier and healthier than ever. He blushes a bit at the comments, but he seems happy. 
Later that night Aaron pulls you close as you dance together. You can feel his tummy pressing against yours as you sway to the music and it makes you really happy. “Thank you,” Aaron says.
“For what?” you ask.
He pauses a moment to think, “Just being you I guess. For loving me.”
“Aaron Hotchner, I will never stop loving you for as long as I live,” you say, “You and that cute little tummy.”
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scorpio-hotch · 3 years
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Congrats Jase!! 💗 You rock! Dad Bod and #3 please!
Thank you for the request :))
Prompt: 3- Feeling the weight of dad-bod Aaron on top of you
Dad-bod!Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Word count: 862
Warnings: Talk of body weight (Aaron's), a little bit of hurt/comfort, mostly cuddles and fluff
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Weighted Blanket
You walk through the front door of your house letting out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that you had a bad today, it just wasn’t a good day. You were tired and a little bit stressed and all you wanted to do was take a nap. 
The sound of you entering the house and dramatically sighing alerted your husband to the fact that you were home. Being still newly retired from the FBI, Aaron still really didn’t know what to do with himself most of the day when you were out of the house. That being said he was still doing better than ever. He was happier, and healthier. He put on a bit of weight, which at first he was a bit self-conscious about, but when you told him how it made him softer and even better to cuddle, he didn’t mind as much. He didn’t worry as much about keeping up appearances and let his facial hair grow out into a salt n pepper stubbly beard. He often didn’t feel the need to put in his contacts so he spent most of the time in the house in his glasses, which you found incredibly cute. He would often tell you that he felt like he looked like an old man, but you would always tell him that he was ‘a cute old man,’ which always made him smile. 
That's how you found him when you got home. As you flopped down onto the couch your very cute husband poked his head out from the kitchen. “Honey?” he said as he pushed up his glasses on his nose and made his way out into the living room, “How was your day?”
From the way you entered the house Aaron could tell that your day wasn’t great. He didn’t need to be Unit Chief of the FBI to figure that out. As he sat down next to you on the couch, you leaned over so you could rest your head in his lap. His fingers were instantly combing through your hair. “It was fine,” you say as you bury your face in his thigh.
Aaron lets out a small chuckle as he continues to pet your head, “Are you sure about that sweetheart?”
“Yeah, it was just a little stressful and I’m just tired”
“I’m sorry, baby”
Being home and being able to look at Aaron’s sweet face already made you feel a lot better. He was your happy place. You let out a small hum, “I wanna take a nap.”
He smiled down at your sleepy face as you burrowed your face in his lap. He carefully extracted his hand from your hair and softly tapped you on the back, “Sit up for a minute, love.”
“Why?” you whined out in protest.
He gently helps you lift your head up and stands up from the couch, replacing his thigh with a throw pillow under your head. “We’re taking a nap together,” he says in response to your protest.
You roll over so you're stretched out on the couch laying on your back. Aaron lays himself down on top of you, wrapping his arms firmly around you and pulling a blanket on top of both of you. Feeling his weight on top of you is the most grounding feeling in the world. He's just warm and the perfect amount of heavy to make you feel so safe and comfortable and secure. You forget your stressful day and just revel in the feeling of him on top of you. He was like a weighted blanket that gives you kisses and tells you he loves you. It was perfect.
He settles between your legs, his soft tummy pressing against yours. He buries his face in your neck, his stubble scratching your skin lightly in the way that you love.You can feel his chest rise and fall against yours and feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt. All you can feel is him. 
Aaron can feel you relax from on top of you too. He feels stress leave your body as you melt into the couch and wrap your arms around him, hugging him even tighter to your chest. Into your neck he mutters the words, “Get some rest sweetheart,” and he presses a few kisses to your jaw.
Your hand makes its way into his soft hair and you gently play with it. He lets out a content little hum that you can feel vibrate through his chest into yours. You were so close to him and you loved him more than anything. Feeling his body press down on top of you was making it so easy to fall asleep. Softly you mumble out a small “I love you,” that you are not even sure he can hear.
That is until you hear him say, “I love you too, baby,” his voice laced with sleep and affection. 
Slowly you drift off to sleep with the knowledge that Aaron loves you so much with his body on top of yours, weighing you down. There is nothing in the world more that you loved more than your weighted blanket of a husband.
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scorpio-hotch · 3 years
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Hi!! Congratulations on your milestone!! New follower here, but already read all of your work and I’m OBSESSED!!! 😍
Can I please request from dad!bod prompts 4 & 6? ☺️
Thank you so much for the request!! I'm so glad you're enjoying my fics :))
Prompts: 4-shirtless dad-bod aaron and 6- sitting in his lap
Dad-bod!Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Word count: 1k
Warnings: none just sweet fluffy <33
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Two am
You slowly wake up, mind hazy from sleep. From the darkness in the room you can tell it is still night. You roll over to your husband's side of the bed expecting to feel Aaron’s soft and warm body against you, perfect to cuddle into. Instead you just find an empty bed. You let out a little disappointed sigh. You want cuddles.
You can tell from how the sheets are a little warm that Aaron hasn’t been gone for too long. Rolling back over to your side of the bed, you check the time. It’s a little after 2am. What could he be doing at this time of night?
You pull the covers off of yourself, knowing that you won’t be able to fall back asleep without him in bed with you. As you stand, you shiver at the chill in the air. You find one of Aaron’s sweatshirts on top of a pile of clothes and pull it over your head as you walk out of your bedroom. 
You didn’t have to venture far to find Aaron. When you walk out into the living room you find him in just his pj pants and glasses watching a movie on the couch. You walk around the couch so he can see you. “What are you doing up?” you ask.
He looks up at you with his sweet brown eyes behind his wire frames. “Couldn’t sleep,” he says, “Why are you up?”
“Missed you.”
He puts his hand out to you and you take it. His fingers feel warm against yours. “C’mere,” he says softly, guiding you to sit down in his lap.
You curl up against him, resting your head on his bare shoulder while your fingers start to scratch over the hair that covered his chest and stomach. He wrapped his arm tightly around you. You felt so safe pressed against his chest like this. Your hand moves from his chest to rubbing over his shoulder and upper back. “Did you have a nightmare or something, darling?” you ask, looking up at his handsome face. 
He looks down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “No I didn’t,” he says softly, “I think I just had too much coffee.”
You let out a small hum, running your hand up his neck to cup his face. You brush your thumb over his cheek. “I’ll just sit with you awhile, then.”
He tilts his head down a bit and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. “You should go back to bed,” he mutters against your lips.
You peck a kiss to his cheek and wrap your arms tighter around him. “I won’t be able to sleep without you,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder, “Also I'm comfy here.” 
He lets out a small chuckle and rests his head on top of yours. You sit in silence like that for a while. You listen to the movie softly play on the TV as Aaron rubs circles on your back. It's calm. The kind of calm you can only get in the middle of the night with a person you love by your side. 
You break the silence, whispering out, “What movie are you watching?”
“I’m not sure,” he whispers back, “It was just on the TV.”
You let out a hum in response. You had little interest in the movie, choosing to snuggle farther into Aaron and lose yourself in him. You shift in his lap so your chest is pressed against his. You can feel the warmth of his bare torso through the sweatshirt of his you wore. Your hands find their way into the hair at the nape of his neck, busying themselves with playing with the soft dark strands. You completely melt against him, tucking your face into his neck. You were sure that the safest place in the whole words was the small area between Aaron’s neck and shoulder. It was just warm and cozy and it smelled like him. It was your favorite place. 
You lose yourself in how his chest rises and falls against yours as he takes a breath, and how heat radiates off his warm skin, and how his big strong arms were wrapped around you and his hand makes its way under your shirt and is now rubbing soothing patterns into your skin. He’s just so comfy. You start to drift off to sleep. You let out a big yawn that makes Aaron smile. You blink your sleepy eyes a few times before pressing a small kiss to Aaron’s jaw and tucking your face back into the crook of his neck. He hears you murmur out a small, “I love you,” against his skin. 
He looks down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he whispers into your hair, “Get some rest, okay.”
You let out a small content sigh. Your sleeping body melting even farther into Aaron’s chest. His hand continues it's work on your back, running from the nape of your neck all the way down your spine. He loved having you sit in his lap like this, a warm and grounding force. So calm that you drift peacefully off to sleep. He could feel himself grow more tired as well. His eyelids grew heavy and the motion of his back rubs slowed down.
He figured you’d both be more comfortable in your bed. Carefully he stands, picking you up with him. He shuts off the TV and all the light in the living room and makes his way to your shared bedroom. He shuts the door as quietly as he can before, gently setting you down on your side of the bed. Taking his glasses off, he folds them up and places them on his bedside table before sliding into bed next to you. His arms pull you to his chest. You stir a bit and tuck your face into his neck again.
Aaron smiles to himself. How did he get so lucky, he thinks to himself. Nothing could soothe him like you could. The sound of your soft breathing and warmth of his arms bring him so much comfort as he drifts off to sleep, thinking about how much he loves you.   
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scorpio-hotch · 3 years
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FBI Hotch: 6. Taking care of him after he gets hurt
Thank you so much for the request!! I had a lot of fun with this one :))
Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: Talk of injury, injury care, showering together
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Taken Care Of
It was about midnight when you pull into the parking space outside your and Aaron’s apartment building. As you put the car in park and take out the key you hear Aaron unclick his seatbelt and start to try to get out of the car. “Wait,” you say and place your hand on his shoulder.
He had gotten hurt on the last case when a stray bullet fragment hit him in the left leg. Luckily the case had been local so you could go straight to the hospital with him and take him home. He hadn’t been hurt too badly but he would have to use crutches for the next few weeks and would be out of the field for at least a month. He was grumpy about it. He hated getting injured. He hated even more having to be taken care of. But tough luck for him because you would be taking care of him until he was all better.
You get out of the car, going around to his side to help him out. First you get his crutches out of the back seat and grab his bag so you could carry it inside for him. Next you open his door and help him get out and situated with his crutches. He whispers a small “thank you,” to you as he begins moving towards the building.
Once you get inside he starts to go towards the stairwell. He always preferred using the stairs to the elevator. “Aaron, honey,” you call out to him, reminding him he couldn’t use the stairs.
He turns to see you standing in front of the elevator. He grumbles to himself as he maneuvers his way besides you. You look up at his pouty face while you wait for the doors to open. His brows furrowed making him have a very serious, almost angry looking expression.
You take a moment to think about how when you got to the hospital he had been insitiant that you hold his hand while they stitched him up. He’s never been a big fan of needles. So of course you stood holding the big bad BAU unit chief’s hand and running your fingers through his hair while he got a few stitches. He was cute. He liked to pretend he was stoic and felt no emotions, but on the inside he was a big softie.
The elevator door opens and you both step inside When you get to your floor you had to slow down a bit so Aaron could keep up. When you get inside the apartment Aaron dramatically throws himself down on the couch. “I wanna take a shower and go to bed,” he groans out.
After putting your stuff down you take a seat next to Aaron’s head on the couch, your fingers finding their way into his hair knowing that would always soothe him.
“Okay baby,” you say, as you continue to scratch his head, “let me go get everything ready for you.”
You help Aaron move to the bedroom so he can sit on the bed while you start the shower and get everything in order for him. Making your way to the en suite bathroom you start the shower, letting it get heated up checking the temperature with your hand. With that handled you pull out a couple of towels for you and him to use when you are done. Leaving the bathroom you walk past Aaron who is laying on the bed with his arm slung over his face. Poor boy. Quickly you make your way to the kitchen and grab some plastic wrap, making a stop at the closet to grab some medical tape before making your way back to the bedroom.
Standing in front of Aaron you rub your hand over his chest lovingly before you start to unbutton his shirt. He stops you for a moment. “I can do it,” he says.
“I know,” you say, running your hand over his tight shoulder, “But I want to help you.”
He lets you finish unbuttoning his shirt before you kneel down in front of him and help him out of his pants, making sure to be careful of his injured leg. After you get those off you grab the plastic wrap to wrap around his bandages so they wouldn’t get wet in the shower. After taping it in place, making sure that it was water tight. He pulls off his white undershirt while you strip your clothes off, getting ready to get in the shower. After you help him out of his boxers, he stands up on his crutches and makes his way into the bathroom with you.
You get into the shower first, helping Aaron step in after he rests his crutches against the wall. He supports much of his weight on you, not wanting to put too much pressure on his hurt leg.
You can feel him relax a bit under the warm water. You’re sure it helps a bit with the tension and pain. It’s always good to be in the shower together with your body pressed up against his. Even under these more unfortunate circumstances there was something nice about the intimacy of it. After a moment you reach down and grab the shampoo and squeeze some of it into your hand. Your hands make their way to Aaron’s head washing his hair for him. He lets out a sigh of contentment and rests a little bit more weight against you as he relaxes even more. You wash out the shampoo and add some conditioner to his hair. Next you get his body wash and get it nice and lathered up in your hands. You know after the day he’s had, Aaron just wants to feel clean. You start scrubbing his body, starting with his chest, making your way down to everywhere else. You avoid his left thigh knowing you were gonna clean the wound there in a little while. After he was all clean he leaned down to reach for your body wash. You stop him. “It’s okay honey,” you say, knowing he was about to start trying to clean you up, “I’m taking care of you tonight, not the other way around.”
You clean yourself up the best you can while helping hold Aaron up. You both stand under the water for a little bit longer before it starts feeling cold. You shut off the water and step out of the shower, helping Aaron out as well. You dry him off a bit before he uses his crutches to go back into the bedroom. You dry yourself off before following him. You see that he pulled on a pair of boxers and a soft grey t-shirt. You get some pjs on as well, before settling in front of him similar as you did before. You pull off the plastic wrap, putting it aside to dispose of later. “I’m just gonna change the bandage and then we can go to bed, okay.”
He nods, “okay.”
You take off the bandage that was covering the wound, remove the gauze as well, putting them with the plastic to be thrown away. His leg was definitely a bit swollen and you could tell that it was tender and painful. You flush out the stitches with saline before dabbing on a bit of antibiotic ointment. You put some more gauze over the injured areas before wrapping the whole area up in some bandages. The only bandages you had in the house were bright green, but you don’t think he minded too much. After he was all wrapped up you pressed a light kiss to his leg above his knee, right below the bandage, whispering, “All better,” into his skin.
That made him smile. You helped him pull on a pair of pajama pants and lay back in bed before you got him some ibuprofen to help with the swelling and pain a bit. You handed it to him with a glass of water and got settled on your side of the bed. You saw Aaron shifting around trying to get comfortable. You opened your arms up so he could cuddle with you, telling him, “c’mere baby.”
He got settled with his head resting on your chest and his arms wrapped around your middle. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he mutters into your chest.
“Of course, baby,” you tell him as your hand rubs circles on his back, “I love taking care of you, whether you're injured or not. ”
He looks up at you with so much affection in his eyes, leaning up just enough to press a kiss to your lips. “I love you so much,” he says.
“I love you too. Get some rest now, okay.”
He settles back down against your chest. You keep your hand on his back rubbing soothing circles until you feel his breath even out and you know he’s asleep. You look down at his beautiful sleeping face and all you can think about is how you wouldn’t want to be anywhere in the world but here, taking care of him.
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FBI Aaron, 2 and 4.
Thanks for the request, anon :))
Prompts: 2- Meeting the BAU for the first time & 4- Surprising Aaron at the office
Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: None :))
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Meet the Team
Today was the day. You were finally gonna do it. You step into the empty elevator and press the button to go two floor six. Bag of lunch in hand, you lean back against the wall and let out a small anxious sigh as you feel yourself start moving upwards.
Aaron, your boyfriend— well, your fiance as of a few nights ago, has been trying to get you to come visit him at work and meet his team. And today, it was finally the day you were doing it. You thought it would be nice to surprise him and bring him lunch. He works hard, he deserves it.
You had yet to meet the other members of the BAU. Neither you or Aaron had intended on waiting this long, let alone getting engaged before you met the team. Everytime you were supposed to meet the team, something comes up and it doesn’t happen. Penelope’s birthday party that you were invited to? You and Aaron got the flu and couldn’t go. The FBI gala that you were gonna be Aaron’s date for? The team got called away on an emergency case. Rossi’s holiday party? There was a blizzard and nobody ended up being able to go.
The team has known about you for a long time. According to Aaron you have become somewhat of a legend to the members of his team, ‘the elusive partner of Aaron Hotchner.’ Apparently it’s something they tease him about a lot. They say things to him like “oh sure, you’re totally dating someone, Hotch” or “maybe they don’t come with Aaron because they don’t want to spend any more time with him then they have to.” You could only imagine how his cheeks would heat up at their comments. You bet it's cute. But their long wait is finally over, they were gonna finally meet Aaron’s partner, fiance even, today.
The elevator stops at the sixth floor. Oh god, what if they hate you? What if they think you aren’t good enough for Aaron? What if- the elevator doors open before you could completely spiral. You take a deep breath and step out into the hallway. You make your way over to a set of glass doors and pause for a moment outside. You look inside and see the people you had only heard stories of and seen in photographs. Some were sat at their desks doing work. Others were standing together having a conversation. You look up at a window above the sea of desks to see your fiance, looking stressed out as he did paperwork. Hopefully you could make him feel better.
You push open one of the doors and step inside, instantly feeling a little bit overwhelmed. What were you supposed to do? Walk past the team to Aaron’s office and greet him before he introduces you to the team? Your question is answered when one of the women standing in the bullpen looks up at you and says, “Oh my god!”
The woman you recognize from the pictures and stories to be Penelope Garcia comes racing over to you. “What's going on, babygirl?” says who you assume is Derek Morgan.
“It’s them!” Penelope shouts, as she pulls you into a hug.
You’re a bit stunned by the greeting, but not upset. “Who’s ‘them’ Garcia?” asked by one, Emily Prentiss.
She pulls away from the hug, leaving one arm wrapped around you, “Them,” she points to you, “As in Hotch’s partner, ‘Them’.”
A wave of realization washes over all the members of the team, “Oh,” Emily says, “I knew you looked familiar.”
Morgan walks up to you, putting out his hand for a handshake, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“It's nice to meet you too. It’s nice to meet all of you.”
Penelope gives you another half shoulder hug. “Oh sorry for being so affectionate,” she says, “I just recognized you from the pictures on Aaron’s desk and I got excited.”
You smile at her, “It’s okay.”
As Penelope was about to take you around to meet the rest of the team, you heard something from across the room, “Sweetheart?” a voice that you would recognize anywhere as Aaron Hotchner’s, says, “What are you doing here?”
You look up at him standing on the top of the stairs with a smile on his face. “I thought we could have lunch together,” you say, lifting up the bag of food you brought.
His smile widens as he makes his way down the stairs. Garcia gives you a little push forward towards Aaron. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a nice tight warm hug. He presses a kiss onto the top of your head and whispers, “Thank you for coming, love,” into your hair.
You give him another squeeze before releasing. He leaves his hand on your lower back and keeps you at his side. “So it looks like you met almost everyone,” Aaron says.
“Not everyone,” Penelope says, motioning for people to come in from the hallway.
Two people walk into the bullpen, “Jayje! Spencer! Come meet Hotch’s partner!”
You look over to Aaron to see a small blush on his cheeks. He isn’t used to all this attention. The two come over to you and introduce themselves, you give Reid a small wave and shake JJ’s hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet who Hotch has been dating,” JJ says.
“Is engaged to, actually,” Aaron corrects.
The team looks shocked. “Aaron,” says a man’s voice, “I can’t believe you waited to get engaged to introduce us to them.”
A man you can only assume is David Rossi makes his way over to you both. He gives you his hand to shake, “I’m glad Aaron is finally letting us meet you,” he says, “And congratulations, to the both of you.”
Dave gives Aaron a pat on the shoulder before walking away. It doesn’t take long for the team (mostly Penelope) to swarm you both and start asking questions about the engagement. “How long have you been engaged? When’s the wedding gonna be? Is it gonna be a small thing or a big thing?”
“Garcia,” Aaron interrupts, “We’ve only been engaged for a few days, nothing is planned out yet.”
She nods, satisfied with his answer for now. Aaron gives you a small nudge and says, “C’mon, let's go eat in my office.”
“Hey, that's not fair,” says Emily, “Penelope isn’t done interrogating yet.”
Before either you or Aaron can respond Dave is saying, “Don’t worry, you all are gonna come over to my place tonight to celebrate their engagement.”
You smile. “Thank you,” you say, “All of you.”
They all smile at you. Aaron takes you by the hand and leads you to his office. You give them a little wave before you’re out of sight.
When Aaron shuts his office door, he pulls you in for a kiss. “What was that for?” you ask.
“I just love you,” he says.
“I love you too.”
You can’t believe how much love the team is showing you and how quickly they brought you into their little family. They understand how important you are to Aaron, so you’re important to them too. And as long as you were by his side, you’d be part of their little family.
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scorpio-hotch · 3 years
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college aaron, number 5 <3
Thank you so much for the request!! You're actually my favorite person and I wouldn't be writing fics without you <33
Prompt: 5- Getting in trouble together
College!Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Work count: 1.4k
Warnings: allusion to sex, and maybe a curse word?
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Passing Notes
You're sitting in your 2:30 English 101 class. It's your last class of the day and you are bored out of your mind. You can't for the life of you manage to pay attention to the professor's lesson. It doesn't help that your beautiful boyfriend Aaron is also in this class and it's hard not to stare lovingly at him.
He's sitting right in front of you and all you want to do is run your fingers through his hair and talk to him and spend time with him outside this boring class. 
As you stare off into space thinking about how much you hate this class and how much you love your boyfriend, Aaron turns to look at you with a mischievous look in his eyes. He gently places a folded up piece of notebook paper with your name and a little heart on your desk. You send him a questioning look as you take the paper and start unfolding it. In Aaron’s messy handwriting the note reads, ‘I can feel you staring at me.’
You look back up at him with a faux glare on your face. He catches it out of the corner of his eye and a smile spreads across his face. You reach into your bag and pull of a pen of your own a write your own little message for Aaron on the paper, ‘I wouldn’t be staring if you weren’t so pretty (and this class wasn’t so boring)’
Folding the paper back up, crossing out your name, you write his name on the front of it and lightly tap his shoulder with your pen. He looks back at you with an amused look and you simply hand him the note back. 
You watch the back of his head intently as he unfolds the paper and reads the message inside. You see his shoulders shake as he lets out a little chuckle. Soon his left hand is scrawling out another little message for you. You look up at the board and try to pretend to pay attention to the lesson until you feel the note land on your desk.
Once again Aaron’s name is crossed out and yours is written again underneath it with a little smiley face this time. Unfolding the paper, this time the note says ‘I’m not gonna let you study with my notebook for the test. P.S. I wish you were sitting in front of me so I could stare at the beautiful back of your head instead of paying attention too.’
You knew he was lying about the first part, he would always let you use his notes to study. The second part was sweet. It definitely wasn’t a lie. One of his favorite things to do was to look at you. 
You sat the note on the desk in front of you and clicked your pen as you thought of what to say next. You settled on what you were gonna write and scribbled it onto the paper. Your message to Aaron said, ‘You know we never really use the notes when we’re in your room “studying” anyways.’
With a smile on your face you dropped the note onto Aarons desk. Most of the class period was sending the note back and forth between you, filling up almost the entire sheet of paper. This little conversation was a far better way to pass the time than just staring off into space.
You were waiting for Aaron to pass the note back when you heard the professor call both you and Aaron’s names. “What do the two of you think you’re doing?” she said, staring you both down.
“We’re not doing anything, ma'am,” Aaron responded confidently.
“Are you sure, Mr. Hotchner? Because from here it looks like you’ve been passing notes back and forth.”
“We weren’t passing notes!” Aaron replied as if the professor's claim was completely unfounded.
Technically he wasn’t lying when he said you weren’t passing notes. It had only been one note. Aaron has always been good at arguing, especially with teachers. Maybe it was all the pre-law classes he has taken throughout college or maybe it was just something that was innately Aaron Hotchner. Even as a 20 year-old kid he was such a lawyer.
“See me after class. That goes for both of you,” she said looking directly at you.
As the professor went back to her lecture you let out a sigh and rested your head on your hand. You knew you likely wouldn’t get in too much trouble, you were just a little annoyed that your bit of fun was over and you had to stay late to get chewed out by the teacher. Aaron shot you a look that said ‘don’t worry, I’m gonna fix this.’ All you could do is just smile at him. Of course he was gonna try and fix it.
At the end of class you made a show of gathering all your things together, taking as long as you can until you had to walk to the front of the room. As you stood up to walk to the professor, you felt Aaron’s hand on your waist. He put something into your jacket pocket, but before you could check what it was he took your hand and started to walk to the front of the room. You both stopped in front of the professor. She looked just as annoyed that she had to stay after and deal with you as you were that you had to stay late. With a sigh she says, “I’m just gonna cut to the chase, let me see the note that the two of you were passing back and forth.”
You did not want your English professor seeing the private conversation between you and your boyfriend. As you started to protest, Aaron squeezed your hand and reached into his bag pulling out a folded piece of paper. “Here you go ma’am,” he said, handing it to her. 
She started unfolding the paper, putting on her reading glasses so she could see what the note said. She cleared her throat and began reading it allowed, “please can you come by after class to help me study I don’t understand what’s going on -A, yeah of course I can -<3, thank you so much -A”
What?! That wasn’t your note?! You glance over at Aaron who is holding back a smirk as the professor kept reading aloud the fake note he created to keep her from seeing the real thing. When he said he was gonna fix this he wasn’t lying. God this man was the love of your life.
When the professor got to the end of the note she looked up at Aaron, “Mr. Hotchner, if you were having trouble in this class you shouldn’t have been distracted with passing notes. If you need any help from me, you know when my office hours are. And the both of you, please don't do this again.”
You both thanked her and quickly made your way out of the classroom.  As you got outside you threw your arms around Aarons neck and pulled him into a hug. “I can’t believe you did that! Why would you lie and say you needed help when I was the one not paying any attention?”
He wrapped his arms around you and said, “Because I’m the best boyfriend.”
“You are the best boyfriend.”
“I think you should look at the real note,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
You looked at him confused, “What do you mean, you have the real note.”
“No I don’t”
After a moment realization washed over you and you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the note that he slipped in there back in the classroom. As you unfolded it, you saw in big bold letters that you couldn’t miss, ‘I LOVE YOU!!’ written in Aaron’s beautiful messy handwriting.
A smile spreads across your face and you look up at Aaron who has a smile on his face too. With note still in hand you cup his cheek and stand up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips which he happily reciprocates. After a moment, you rest your forehead against his and whisper out, “I love you too, Aaron Hotchner.”
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scorpio-hotch · 3 years
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scorpio-hotch · 3 years
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Thank you to everyone who sent in asks for my 100 follower milestone and those who liked/reblogged my fics!! I have 2 requests left in my inbox but I've been kinda :(( the past few days so I promise I will get to them as soon as I can. I love you all so much <3
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scorpio-hotch · 3 years
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I probably won't be able to get any fics out this weekend (I have a bunch of homework to do today and my birthday is tomorrow) but don't worry if you have something requested, I'll be back to writing on Monday :))
(Also feel free to send more requests in if you'd like, I'm having so much fun writing all of them!! Heres the prompt list <3)
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scorpio-hotch · 3 years
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Welcome!!
Hello!! :) My names is Jase, I use he/him pronouns, I am 20 years old, and I absolutely adore Aaron Hotchner!! I am a Virgo sun, Cancer moon, and a Scopio rising. I love Criminal Minds and astrology (hence the name.)
My blog is mostly yearning over Aaron Hotchner/tgibs characters, shitpost memes (usually about yearning over tgibs characters), and the occasional writing. Sometimes nsfw, be warned.
I hope you enjoy!! <3
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Morning Kisses
-Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Secret Softie
-Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Read to Me
-Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Study Buddies
-college!Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Hurt/Comfort My Beloved
-Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
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Kiss prompt: Kissing each other breathless
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Kiss prompt: Giggling while kissing
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Kiss prompt: Tummy kisses
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Kiss prompt: Kiss for cover
-Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Kiss prompt: Relieved kiss (part 2 for "Kiss for cover")
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Kiss prompt: Kissing tears away/public kiss
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Aaron Hotchner astrology birthchart
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Danny Nyland
Hospital Romance
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Dr Pretty Boy
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Greg Montgomery
Dharma's Ex
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