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ssa-hotchners-wife · 6 months

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(Heart)warming : Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Summary/request: cockwarming with Hotch(ner)

Warnings: well, the summary says it all, nothing explicit but still MDNI

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„Aaron?” her voice sounded so quiet and small in the empty, darkened room, lighted only by pin spot on his desk.

“Go back to bed” he mumbled, not looking up from the pile of files towering before him.

“You know I can’t sleep without you.” she whispered, taking one step closer. “Please Aaron.”

“Y/N…..” he sighed deeply and his calm, piercing eyes landed on her figure, immediately turning soft an loving. Y/N. His love. The one that was there for him despite everything, supporting, upholding, comforting after hard cases. Enduring all those lonely hours and nights without him, being left hanging whenever he was out, working with the team. And now, she was standing in front of him, wearing only an oversized T-shirt, her legs bare, eyes wide open despite the late hour, soft hair surrounding her pretty, but worried face like a halo. It was almost impossible to tell her no. But he had work “I have to finish this.” he hissed, eyes landing back on the documents.

“Aaron, baby.” She moved towards him even more. “You’ve been working too hard lately.”

“Comes with the specific of the job.”

“I know, baby.” She cooed, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at her “I’m not making you choose, you know that.”

“But?”

“How do you know there’s a but? she smiled lightly, caressing his skin, making him close his eyes in a pure bliss and lean into her touch

“I’m a …..”

“shhhh” she silenced him “you promised not to profile me. Ever.”

“sorry. Force of habits.” Hotch smirked and that face expression added to his boyish charm. The charm he fell for.

“but….” she trailed “there is a but coming.” Her shoulders dropped slightly “I miss you, babe.” She leaned forward slightly, brushing her soft lips over his and he did not stop her. “I barely see you, lately. And when I do you’re always worried or stressed or holding back your emotions. It’s bad for you.”

‘Y/N…..” he gasped as her mouth brushed over his jaw, the intimacy and care conveyed by those gentle touch like nothing he experienced for a while now. Long while.

“I know you can’t talk about the specifics of your work….” Her hand tangled in his hair, scratching at his nape “but I can’t stand you being so tense…. Not with me, Aaron.” She was getting bolder with every second he was not pushing her away. If anything, the way he was reacting to her touches and caresses only made her want more as without any hesitation she sat on his lap, capturing his lips in hers once more, both arms locking behind his neck, luring him in. Smiling happily as his hands circled over her waist, pulling her closer to him, moving up and down her sides and reciprocating with the passion she missed for the last weeks. “Aaron….” She let out a quiet moan feeling his excitement brush against her core.

“I love you.” he muttered against her jaw, one hand sneaking under her shirt, feeling her soft, smooth skin. The sensation incomparable with anything else. “I’m sorry,, sweetheart.”

“Don’t be….” She whispered, putting a finger on his lips, effectively silencing him “I knew what I was getting myself into when I met you. Just…..”

“What?” he asked, running the other hand through her soft hair, playing with the top button of the shirt, wanting nothing more than to get rid of that piece of clothing and spend the night with her. Loving her. Worshipping her. But as much as they both craved one another, they also knew he couldn’t do that. Not until the case was closed.

“Let me help you.” she gasped “Let me help you relax.”

“Baby….”

“You can still work on that.” Her hands travelled from his arms, down his chest, to his abs and found his belt, painfully slowly unfastening it, hole after hole, giving him a chance to stop her, to withdraw. He did not, absolutely hypnotized by everything she was doing “I don’t think this can distract you , can it, agent?” she raised an eyebrow, being done with the belt, slowly unzipping his pants. Hotch was definitely not going to say that out loud, but she was as hot and seductive as never before. And he wanted her. Strict, demanding and cold SSA Aaron Hotcher was gone, absolutely lost in the love she was giving him. Turning needy just for her.

“You are being awfully distracting now.” he pointed out, still not losing his cool outside.

“Do you want me to stop?” she pouted, her eyes landing on him, withdrawing her touch.

“I think we both started some business we need to finish, Y/N” he responded, pecking her lips and she got the hint immediately freeing his hard-on, already ready for her “can you behave?”

“Will you punish me if I don’t?” she breathed against his cheek. “Tell me what exactly will you do to me.”

“Y/N…..” he warned, tightening the grip on her.

“All right, all right. I get it. No teasing.” She let out a single laugh, the music to his ears and wriggled on his lap, squirming to get rid of her underwear.

“No teasing, huh?” Hotch raised an eyebrow at her behavior, his breath becoming a bit heavier.

“What? You said it, I got business to take care of. And that requires some additional working” she moved once more making him groan in need, smiled and raised her hand in which she was holding her panties “Ups!” she dropped them onto the floor “I think I lost something….”

“I am a patient man.”

“Really? So you want me to do all the work by myself?”

“Come here.” He ordered grabbing her hips, guiding her towards his cock. Only the tip dived in between her folds, but the sensation made them both moan in unison.

“Aaron…..”

“I missed you too, baby.” His eyes focused on her face, twisting in more pleasure the lower she was sinking. “You ready?”

“Yes… please….”

Giving all the control into his hands she let him enter and stretch her fully. It felt so good feeling him like this. So full. So complete with his love surrounding her like a warm blanket.

“I love you, Y/N….”

“I …. I love you too, my agent. Does this make you feel better?” she asked, so willing to help him, to ease all his pain.

“The best. Thank you love.” He kissed her again. And again. And again. Only with chaste pecks, worried than anything else may lead to some real action between them. And he really had to finish this job. And once again she got the hint.

“No, thank you.” Y/N shook her head. “I needed this too. Now, keep working baby. I got you. You got me.” She pulled herself closer to his chest, hugging him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder, feeling safe and loved while being so close to him. This was far better than any intercourse they could have. It was emotional, heartwarming and fulfilling. But she could not help planting a little, playful kiss on his cheek.

“Behave yourself…” he chucked and she nuzzled his neck with her nose.

“Sorry, can’t help it.” her deep breaths were calming him down a bit. Just because she was with him.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you more, Hotch.”

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ssa-hotchners-wife · 8 months

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This FHF hits different!! Since I’m stressed af with wedding planning, can we please have a Hotch x stressed!reader where they’re wedding planning? To get reader destressed, Hotch goes FERAL and reader gets fucked dumb? Like hella orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, whole shebang.

Relax

Warnings: Smut, oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex on a table👀, unprotected sex, p in v sex, a little aftercare, pet names, slight praise, slight dumbification, some fluff, I think that's all but please let me know if I missed something 😭.

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

A/n: I have a similar fic in the works but it is a bit different so I think I can still do this 🤭. This one was so fun to write 😵‍💫😮‍💨. I think this is the longest fic I've posted so far 👀. I hope you enjoy it, dear! And please feel free to come back with more thoughts or requests in my inbox 🤭.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @cr1minalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11

Let me know if you want to be added to my tags 🫶

This post is nsfw minors DNI****

"Honey, you're overworking yourself with all of the planning. You're stressing yourself out too much. I don't think it really makes much of a difference what colour the flowers are." Aaron is leaning over you from where he stands behind your sitting form at the table. You're hunched over and rubbing your forehead as you look at samples for different things but right now it's the damn flowers. Pink? Purple? Blue? Yellow? So many other colours to choose from as well. You just can't decide on basically anything. Not even some stupid flowers.

"Aaron, you don't understand. This is important. It has to be perfect. This is a day we'll remember forever, how am I supposed to choose? What if I choose the wrong ones and it ruins everything!" You let out a frustrated sigh and he frowns as his brows furrow. "Sweetheart, they're just flowers. I don't think it's really as big of a deal as you think it is." He rubs your shoulder as he tries to soothe you but you just groan and put your face in your hands.

"They need to match everything! And if they don't then it won't look right. It's going to be the big day and it just needs to be right. But what is the right choice?" He gives you a concerned look and purses his lips for a moment. He really doesn't understand why it's so important. Flowers on the big day really is not what he is looking forward to. He's looking forward to having you for the rest of his life. Not what flowers were at the reception afterwards.

"Can I help in some way?" You look up at him for a moment as he asks and then you nod. "Okay. Okay here. Look at these and tell me which ones you like the most." You hand him the different options you've narrowed it down to and he looks over all of them before giving you the least helpful answer. "They all look like good options to me, Honey. I'm sure it won't matter which ones you choose." You groan again and put your head down on the table.

"Hey hey, it's okay. It's going to be fine, sweetheart. This shouldn't be stressing you out so much. This is something we're supposed to be happy about and something we should enjoy. Not something that has you on the verge of tears half the time." He's right about the last part. There have been a few times you nearly broke down from the stress.

Between his work and your neverending wedding planning he hasn't even had time to be intimate with you. Which brings an idea to his mind. An idea that might help you get away from all of this stress and help you turn your brain off for a little while.

"Y/n, come on. Let's leave this for tomorrow. You need to relax." His voice is soft and gentle when he speaks.

"But Aaron-"

"No arguing. No 'but's. Nothing. Stand up. Now." He cuts you off and his voice is now stern and deep. The Unit Chief voice. He really only used it when he was being dominant in bed and you know that's exactly where this is going. Maybe not to the bed. At least, not right now.

You lift your head from the table and look at him again. You nod and stand up as instructed. As soon as you do Aaron practically has his tongue down your throat as he molds his lips to yours. You hadn't realised just how much you missed it.

Since the planning had started you've barely made out with him. Most of the kisses or touches you shared were little pecks on the lips, hugs, and whatever snuggles happened at night when you both fell asleep. So feeling this much passion in a kiss now has you moaning into his mouth. It's almost entirely teeth and tongue. Your saliva mixing with his.

He pushes you back slightly and helps you move up onto the table with the planning materials now pushed aside, or more like on the floor, and completely forgotten. His hands slip under your shirt to roam over your stomach and up towards your breasts, leaving goosebumps to form on your skin. When he squeezes them a little and rolls your nipples between his fingers it causes more noises to fall from your lips and into his mouth.

"I said you need to relax. And I have the perfect way for you to do that. So just let me take over for a little while, okay? Let me help my princess relax." He's growling against your lips as he places hard kisses on them. All you do is nod at his words again as you practically melt from his touch.

Aaron makes quick work of getting your clothing off before attacking your neck with those same hard and sloppy kisses. He pushes you back gently (for the most part) to lay down with your back against the cool wood of the table and he gets on his knees. The floor isn't doing any favours to those aging kneecaps but he's not worried about that right now.

He hooks your legs over his shoulders before diving right in and licking your clit. Moving his tongue down to push it into your entrance as he brings his thumb up to rub your bundle of nerves lightly. It's pulling moan after moan from you and the wedding plans are now the last thing on your mind. Your pretty little mind as Aaron would call it.

He pulls his mouth off of you for a moment and takes a breath before speaking "Is the colour of the flowers still as important now, sweetheart?" He moves his hand from your clit to push two of those thick fingers you love so much into your cunt.

"No. No it- fuck! No, it's not important anymore."

"That's right. It's not important. No more focussing on flowers or what food to serve as a meal, you are the only meal I care about and I'm going to make you understand that." He bites the inside of your thigh and moves to flick your clit with his tongue as he curls his fingers just right to hit that special spot inside you that makes you scream for him every time without fail.

He can feel you start to tighten around his digits and he speeds up the pace of them thrusting in and out of your needy hole along with his tongue flicking faster and faster. Before you know it your back is arching off of the table as you grip the edge of it with one hand and tangle your other hand in his dark hair to keep him in place as you ride out your high. He continues to work you all the way through it until you pull his face away by tugging on his soft strands.

He's covered in you and panting as he licks his lips clean of the juices that spurted out of you moments before. You can see it dripping down his face as he holds eye contact with you and waits for you to come down from your first orgasm. He bites and sucks on your thighs a little more as he waits but it doesn't take long for him to start lapping at you again. Like he did earlier, he starts thrusting his tongue in and out of you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. He quickly pulls your second orgasm from your body.

This continues for a good while longer. You spread out on the table that will definitely be needing a good cleaning or probably just replaced all together as he alternates where he uses his mouth and fingers on your core. By the time he's done with it he has given you four orgasms, two of which had you soaking his face.

He finally pulls away, gently removes your thighs from his shoulders and stands up, his knees making some unpleasant sounds in the process but you can't focus on that or really even hear it in your state and he elects to ignore them as he is too focused and hard to care about the aches in his knees. He's more focused on the ache in his underwear.

"How is my sweet girl feeling now? Is she still stressed?" You shake your head as best as you can. It's a disjointed and slow movement. He chuckles and removes clothing now. He still has his suit on from his day at the office which if you didn't know any better you'd have thought he ran through the rain multiple times today with how drenched some of it was.

"Well I think you still need a little more just to make sure all of the thoughts in that pretty little brain of yours are only me and my name, okay pretty girl? Don't worry, I know you can't really form any coherent words right now. My little princess is already so dumb for me and I haven't even filled you with my cock yet. Do you want more, baby? Just nod or shake your head." He's waiting for your next action, which is of course a nod, before he finally strips the slacks and underwear from his gorgeous body and thrown somewhere on the floor to be picked up later.

Normally you would love to admire the completely naked, stunning, man in front of you but you're so blissed out you can hardly keep your eyes open. Normally you would love to get on your knees to return the favour but you wouldn't be able to stay upright. He doesn't mind it though. You pleasuring him with your mouth isn't what he's thinking about right now. He's still focused on destressing you entirely until there is hardly any part of your brain or body functioning properly. Honestly he already accomplished that but who would he be to stop now and deny you his cock?

Aaron slots himself between your thighs and helps you keep them wrapped loosely around him as he rubs his tip through your wet folds. His rubs it over your oversensitive clit and it makes you shift your hips and clench around nothing. He smirks knowing just how sensitive he made you. He's proud of himself. But he's not done with you yet.

He finally pushes his length into you and the bigger stretch has you moaning for him again. Aaron moans with you feeling your warmth gripping him tightly and he can't help the way his hips immediately start snapping into yours roughly and quickly.

The sounds of skin slapping and moans and groans are the only sounds either of you can hear as he absolutely obliterates your sopping pussy with his throbbing dick. He's pulling almost all the way out before driving himself into you again and again, each time it feels like he's somehow going deeper than the last.

"You're taking me so well, honey. All of this wedding planning has been keeping you from me and stressing you out too much. Just needed me to help you relax, isn't that right baby?" He grunts between some of his words as he fucks you harder and you're so fucked-stupid you can hardly understand what he's saying so you just whine and nod at him.

You can see the sweat dripping down his forehead and the way his strands of hair are going in all sorts of directions from when you had been tugging on it. Some of it falling over his forehead in a way that would normally make you swoon if you were able to think about anything other than how good he is making you feel.

"Touch yourself for me, sweet girl." You can hardly understand what he says. In fact, you can't understand so instead you whine at him. Aaron grabs your hand and moves it so your finger is right on your clit and now you get the message but he restates it anyway. "Touch yourself."

So you do. You start circling your oversensitive clit as Aaron continues to stretch you out over and over. Your mouth is open and the most pornographic moan leaves you as you feel that blinding pleasure takes over your body once again. Aaron is slightly surprised you haven't bent your back in half from how arched it is as you soak his cock completely. When he pulls out even more of your juices flow out of you and onto his skin. He moves your hand away and replaces it with his own just to ride you through to the end once again.

He pushes his tip back into you and gives himself a few strokes before fully sheathing himself in you again. He is still rubbing you as he thrusts and grunts and it's almost too much for you but when you feel him spilling his hot cum inside of your oversensitive pussy you can't stop your body from giving him one more orgasm. You clench around him one last time and milk him for as long as you can as your thighs shake from the pleasure. His long groan fills your ears and when his finger doesn't let up on your clit and the sensation becomes too much it makes your hips buck a little and you push his hand away with your own.

He grips both of your thighs again and starts thrusting again. He's fucking his seed deeper into you and even if you're too sensitive now you let him do it because of how much you love it when he does this. His eyes have been squeezed shut since his high started and his face looks gorgeous when it's dripping with that mixture of you and him. Your earlier arousal and his sweat.

Aaron's breathing is shaky as is yours. He finally pulls out of you for the last time and he bends forward, nearly laying on you as he presses gentle kisses to your lips and cheeks and a few to your nose. They aren't long kisses. You're both panting too much for that. But the soft sweet kisses he plants all over your face are barely felt because of just how soft they are. Barely-there kisses. You always loved those after sex.

"Are you okay?" It's a little whisper in your ear as he brushes a few strands of your hair away from your face. You still can't speak so you nod once more and he kisses your jaw.

"The table probably isn't very comfortable for you so let's get you to bed, alright?" Another nod.

Aaron manages to help you there and he cleans you up as best as he can for now. He's afraid you would fall asleep in the bath so he decides that can wait until tomorrow.

Another soft kiss to your lips and then he cleans himself up and climbs into bed with you. He pulls you closer and kisses your forehead.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" His voice is so soft now. So caring. "Relaxed." Words finally find you again and a lazy smile forms on his face and he hugs you closer. "Good. That was the goal. I love you, y/n." You hum and shift closer to him. "I love you too, Aaron. Thank you for helping me today." A kiss is planted on the top of your head now. "You're welcome, Honey. Get some rest now. I know you'll want to be up for planning in the morning." He's right. You will be, though you'll be sore. He's sure he'll have to do this again at some point and he's glad to do it. As long as you're relaxed and loved, that's really all that matters to him.

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ssa-hotchners-wife · 8 months

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uhhhhhmmmmm 🤭🤭🤭 so i’m thinking either aaron who has an obsession with tits and/or ass ooooorrrrr aaron fucking you from behind and then including some choking *cough cough*

https://www.tumblr.com/justmyheart/725831145705635840/guys-if-anyone-has-smutty-requests-for-aaron-or

my brain went a little feral, thank you for requesting honey <33

18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader (reader has tits, referred as girl), tit fucking, choking, praise, explicit sexual content

"Fuck, honey, that's it," Aaron groans, "hold 'em up together for me."

Your hands cup your tits, pushing them up and in to create a canal for Aaron's cock. "Like this, Aaron?"

His hips piston forward, sliding his thick cock between your tits, shaft slick with pre-cum and spit.

"So-so fucking pretty for me, angel," he leans down to you, planting his hands on either side of your head.

"Can I taste it, baby? Please, I want to lick it." Your eyes are wide, chin tilted down, and tongue lolling out of your mouth.

"Yes, God, yes, angel, give it a kiss." His hips slow down, thrusting forward and lingering against your mouth.

Your neck bends forward, tongue kitten licking at the head of his cock. "Taste so good, Aaron."

He rubs the head across your lips, painting them in pre-cum. He watches with a moan as your tongue peeks out to lick your lips, your own moan echoing off the walls at the salty taste.

"Fuck, honey, you're a vision," he says, one hand fisting the sheets by your head as his hips pick up their vigour.

You whisper, "Cum for me, Aaron, please, wanna see you cum."

He lets out harsh breath, one hand creeping over your tits, tugging roughly at your nipples, watching as they puff up and stand straight.

"Aaron, please," you moan, hands doubling down on your efforts, pushing your tits tighter, closer, harder.

"Fuck, angel, m'gonna cum, oh God," he says, free hand wrapping around your throat, his weight shifting onto his knees.

"Cum Aaron, please, need your cum so badly, ple-" your words cut off with a whimper, back arching up towards Aaron as he presses down on the sides of your throat.

"Fuck, pretty girl, that's it, so good for me," he mutters, cock moving faster, hitting harder against your tongue.

You let out a whimper, your own hips bucking up into the air, desperate for some friction.

"Shit, m'gonna cum, m'gonna cum, m'cumming, fuck," he roars, cum spurting from his tip on your neck, chin, and lips.

His hips slow down, weak thrust against your tits as he rides his high through.

"Shit, honey, that was-" he looks down at you with a dazed grin, your own lips turned up in a smile.

"Amazing, you were so hot," you gush, your eyes glazed over with lust.

"So good for me," he rubs a thumb across the apple of your cheek, watching his drying cum spread across your lips, "good girls deserve a reward, don't they?"

Safe to say, he made sure you hit the jackpot. Three times.

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ssa-hotchners-wife · 9 months

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Hi love thank u for putting out all these fics and amazing writing! U don’t have to write this if it doesn’t speak to u I’m not sure if u write for sunshine reader but I would LOVE to see a sunshine reader with hotch

thank you!! boyfriend!hotch x sunshine fem!reader

cw mature themes mdni

Hotch can't help smiling at the sound you make when you hop into the shower. Your apartment isn't frilly, the shower a showerhead that's been installed inside your bathtub, curtain falling off the rungs. He can see a slice of your naked body if he looks, but he doesn't look.

"Too hot?" he asks. He knows the sound well. The hot water hits your skin and you, a mixture of apprehensive and pleased, say, "Woah," or "Oh," or sometimes the less comprehensible, "Wohh."

"It's really nice!" you assure him. "Are you sure you don't want to come in with me?"

He's a thousand percent certain. You're lovely, but there's no time for standing behind you in the spray, shivering and trying to let you let him wash your hair or kiss your soapy shoulders. He's super late. You're even later.

"You get paid better than this," he says, squeezing a dollop of toothpaste onto his brush. His, because you insisted and he practically lives here, a bamboo handle with purple bristles. It's strange, but you like them and he likes you.

"Pass me my toothbrush, please?" you ask.

Hotch squeezes toothpaste onto your brush and offers it through the gap in the off white curtain. You pop your head out, soaked, water running down your face and your arms. "What do I get paid better than for?" you ask, confused.

"Your apartment, honey. I've had push bikes with more space."

You put your toothbrush in your mouth. Conditioner has your hair glossy and darkened. You have the sense to pull the curtain to cover your naked body, though Hotch thinks sense isn't the right word. He'd wanted to say self-preservation, but that's too aggressive. The point is, if Hotch gets a look at you he might make you even later than you already are.

"That's such a grumpy old man thing to say," you remark, beaming, toothpaste on your lip. You disappear back into the depths of your shower. In tandem, you finish brushing your teeth.

"Hotch?" you ask.

"Aaron. Call me Aaron, please. Hotch is work only, and you know that."

"What about baby?" you ask genuinely.

"Anything but Hotch."

"Sugar pea?"

"What did you want?"

The water runs and runs, slapping the bottom of the tub and glancing off of your shoulders. "I really love you, you know? It makes me so happy to get to do this with you."

The water shuts off. Hotch grabs your towel off of the warming towel rack and stands in front of the tub, barely enough room for you to get out and step down. He wraps the warm towel around you tenderly.

"I really love you, too," Hotch says, wiping a missed glob of conditioner off of the top of your ear. "This is the best part of my day, even if we're like two sardines in here."

You smile happily.

"I think I love you most like this," he says. "You look really happy."

"Hotch, I'm always happy around you."

"More like you're always happy. You're like a ray of sun," he says without drama. It's as true as saying the earth is old and grass is green. "But if you don't start calling me Aaron, we're going to have a problem."

"What kind?" you ask, like this is a delight you're eager to receive.

He ushers you out of the bathroom toward the bedroom so you can change before waylaying him anymore. He watches you get dressed, hands at his neck tightening his tie, and he knows how lucky he is to have you, how fortunate he is to get to watch you put your earrings in, tip of your tongue making a guest appearance between your lips in concentration. Eventually, despite all his willpower, and despite it being the really wrong time, he stops you in the middle of the bedroom and attempts to kiss you dizzy.

"You really should've showered with me," you murmur happily, giving him two punctuating kisses in quick succession.

"I really wish I had," he says. Even in your tiny, draughty, slip-and-slide tub. "Come on, before I make an unprofessional decision."

You hold hands all the way to the BAU.

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ssa-hotchners-wife · 2 years

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WHY HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS PHOTO OF TG BEFORE?!?!?

Look at how cute they look 😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫😵‍💫

#Thomas Gibson #aaron hotchner #queen hazel

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ssa-hotchners-wife · 2 years

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reblog this if you’re in the criminal minds community in 2021! i wanna see if people are here!!

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ssa-hotchners-wife · 3 years

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Literally choke me out with those arms PLEASE

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ssa-hotchners-wife · 3 years

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S M O O C H HQ UPDATE:

We apologise for the radio silence for the last few days. Our operator had to reboot our systems. To make up for the inconvenience, we have selected our favourite images. You may have seen these s m o o c h photos before, but we are sure you won't mind 😉

Please never apologize for needing time ☺️

But now I’ll need some time to recover from the smooches, thank you and have a good day

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ssa-hotchners-wife · 3 years

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this is like perv!spencer but ...

When he found out that your nipples were pierced, he bought you a pair of jewels for your tits, so (as a form of gratitude) you asked him if he wanted to put them on you.

um... absolutely yes yes yes

TW: piercings, nipple play???, kissing, implied sex, perv!spencer

Spencer doesn’t think it’s a good idea, but Derek encourages him to buy the pair of small nipple rings for you when they’re out shopping for Penelope’s birthday gift.

He’s only been dating you for four weeks, which have been arguably the four best weeks of his life. You’re amazing— a wonderful, kind, kindred spirit who always knows how to ease the tension after a long workday or offer up a joke to make Spencer smile. You’re hilarious and competitive and completely perfect in his eyes.

“Is it, I don’t know, too soon?” Spencer mumbles as he and Derek wait in the register line.

He scoffs, “You’re not marrying her, Reid. It’s just a pair of nipple rings.”

“How can you say that so casually?” Slightly embarrassed, Spencer whisper-yells to Derek, who chuckles in response.

Derek shrugs, “I don’t know. It’s not a big deal— It’s just jewelry.”

“Yeah, but it’s not... regular jewelry, you know? God, what if she thinks I’m a creep!”

“Why would she think you’re a creep? I mean, you’ve seen her boobs, right?”

Now, it’s Spencer's turn to gasp. “Yes— of course I’ve seen her boobs— She’s my girlfriend. And, hey! Stop talking about my girlfriend’s boobs!”

Derek doesn’t have time for his clever retort before the friendly cashier is ringing up Spencer’s purchase. Derek drops Spencer off at his apartment with a quick goodbye and “She’ll love them.”

You’re inside waiting on the couch; your cat Jinx curled up into your lap as you watch a rerun of Law and Order.

“Hey!” You greet as Spencer sets his bags down on the table. “How was your day out on the town?”

“It was fun!” Spencer smiles, seating himself on the couch next to you. “We got Penelope a nice pair of very flamboyant high heels.”

“I’m sure she’ll love them.”

“Oh,” Spencer interrupts his train of thought. “I-I actually got you um something. You don’t have to like it or keep and if you want to return it I understand—“

“Spencer.” You laugh. “Just slow down for a little bit, okay? I’m sure I will love whatever you got me.”

“Okay.” He nods, retrieving the box from his messenger bag.

You eye the box in his hand curiously. “Y-you know how you h-have uh your n-nipples pierced?” He stammers. You nod. “W-well, I was in a store, and I saw these, and I-I thought they were um nice for your nipples— f-for you!”

“Okay, now I’m curious as to why you were even in a store that sells nipple jewelry, but I’m sure my question can wait.” You grin. “Now show me the damn thing.”

Spencer’s shaky fingers open the box, revealing two silver nipple rings. They’re lightweight but not fragile, and they even glimmer in your dingy apartment lighting.

“Woah, Spence. These are beautiful.”

“Really?” His voice is both surprised and skeptical. “You like them?”

“Absolutely. These are so much nicer than the ones I have now. I don’t even want to know how much these things costed because damn!”

Before Spencer can relish in his accomplishment, you’re sliding your T-shirt off your torso, tossing it to the side—bare chest and jewelry-cladded nipples on full display for Spencer. He feels oddly voyeuristic watching your bare form, already turned on without the implication of any sexual gratification.

“Let’s put them on!” You suggest, taking the box from Spencer’s hands. “Or, do you wanna do it for me?”

He shakes the images clouding his mind— rolling your nipple between his fingers as he kisses down your neck, sucking on them as you work your hand up and down his shaft— he’s fucked.

“S-sure.” He stutters.

“You have to take them out very gently, okay? And then we can slip these new ones in, sound good?”

“Uh huh.” Spencer mutters, all too focused on your tits.

His dexterous fingers carefully pull out the gold piercing, setting them aside in the box so as not the lose them. He makes it a point to accidentally caress your boob, emphasis on accidentally, even though you know he’s having too much fun with this.

By the time both of the previous rings are removed, Spencer forgets what he’s even supposed to be doing, too occupied with massaging and pawing at your breasts lightly.

“Spencer, baby.” You smile. “Are you gonna put the new ones in?”

That seems to snap him out of his trance, “Oh y-yeah.”

You understand why your boyfriend’s an engineer when he swiftly and nimbly placed the new rings through your nipples with ease. He looks pleased with his work (and your breasts), opting to take a long gander at them.

“You know,” You push his back onto the couch, climbing on his lap. “I’m starting to think you bought me these so that you’d have an excuse to touch my boobs.”

“Ah, you caught me.” Spencer feigns disappointment. “At least my plan sort of worked.”

You place a chaste kiss on his lips, working quick to unbutton his shirt. “Next time,” You bite your lip once the last button is opened, “Just ask.”

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can I request an au where reader first time with hotch after two years of pining after each other?? and the reader has a praise kink, if ur comfortable writing that hehe thanks

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NSFW Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader Contents: Smut, Oral-giving, praise!kink, penetration. Format: Drabble / One Shot CM Timeline: AU set in canon, after 3 x 11 'Birthright'. Word Count: 3K.

You couldn’t say how long you’d wanted Aaron Hotchner. Possibly from the first moment that you saw him, but the want had grown stronger and stronger over the last two years. You’d find any excuse to brush against him ever so slightly, or a reason to linger in his office for longer than you needed to. You’d also try to do your best at work to please the man - which sounded low, considering you did your job to stop evil - but along with the justice and the crime-fighting adrenaline came the praise that he’d give you, usually just a soft ‘good work’ and a curt nod, but it was enough to get a motor running. You’d always smile bashfully, trying to hide the fact that your panties were a little soaked. You’d always replay his words in your head on the way home, to the point where you’d arrive at your apartment with a small river pooling in your underwear. You’d lie back on your bed and touch yourself, relieve the tension you had in life to the imagination of you touching him, pleasing him as he uttered praises to you, his voice catching from excitement. You stopped watching porn the first time he gave you praise.

But with your lust also came a softness. A need to make him happy that was as desperate as your need for him to fuck you. You savoured the rare smiles he had and couldn’t help but bask in the refreshing happiness that he always had after spending a weekend with his son. You were there when he was served the divorce papers, and your heart had broken in two for him. He’d confided in you about the divorce a few weeks later, holed up in his office late at night - him leaned back in his chair behind his desk and you curled up on the couch. Sometimes it felt more important to support him than yourself, to be behind him every step of his life, but whenever he confided in you he’d always turn the conversation around. Checking in on you too.

You convinced yourself that it was his job to check up on his team and you’d still have that same belief if it wasn’t for Emily.

It was just under two years after you’d joined the team that she brought it all up. It was wine night - a holy tradition that had become a sacred part of yours and Emily’s schedule. Once every two weeks, you’d stay over at her place for a much-needed relaxation night usually consisting of a movie, cuddles with Sergio and a bottle of wine. The movie would come first, accompanied with the wine, and then the gossip would start - then you’d be putting the world to rights as you drained the bottle together.

That night, the conversation was locked onto Hotch.

“I can’t believe how much he praises you,” Emily began, giggling. “I mean, I don’t think I can tell you two times where he’s said something to me,”

“Maybe it’s because I’m the fresh agent,” You shrugged, but Emily cut you off with her splitting laughter.

“Fresh agent? You’ve been with us for like, what, two years? Nah, he’s got a thing for you,”

“He has not,” You’d pushed her shoulder gently as you reached for the wine bottle, refilling your glass, but your heart had jumped into your throat.

“He so has, Y/N. Hotch doesn’t do smiles and praise and…confiding,” Emily grinned. Your eyes widened. “What? We know things. We know about those…late nights in his office,” She wiggled her eyebrows at you, still giggling as she drained the last droplets of wine from her glass.

“He’s just checking up on me. I mean, he has to, right?” You swallowed, your stomach erupting with butterflies.

“I mean, sure - at the yearly evaluations,” Emily scoffed. “Y/N, even Rossi says he’s never seen him act like this around another agent. I’m telling you - Aaron Hotchner has a soft spot and your name is written all over it,” She concluded, a victorious smirk on her lips.

“Whatever,” You shook your head, but the next month started to tell you that she may be right.

At the end of the next case, you paid close attention to Hotch. Emily was right - he never really gave anyone praise but, without fail, he sat across from you on the jet home and gave you the iconic ‘good work’ and then stood up quickly, leaving you alone. Then you started noticing how close he got to you. On the next case, you were pretty much constantly in the same place. He’d bring you to the precinct with him when you landed, then you’d both check out leads and locations together, or stay in the conference room of the PD. Even your hotel rooms were next door to each other.

But the one thing that sealed the deal was when you had wrapped up the case and the team stayed an extra night in Florida. Everyone was set on going to a bar to de-stress, but you felt exhausted and the idea of a hot bubble bath was tempting you back to the hotel. As soon as you said you weren’t in the mood, Hotch backed out too. As if he would only go for you.

He drove you back to the hotel, both of you silent. Your mind was reeling from the case and your thoughts weren’t coherent. It had been a difficult one. They say every agent has a case that stabs them right in the gut and it stays in your core, resonating with you - sometimes for no reason. This seemed to be your case. When he arrived at his hotel room, right next to yours, he nodded at you.

“You did excellent on this case,”

Usually, you’d do your bashful grin routine, but you felt too tired and hollow to think. You gave him a small nod back, before opening your hotel room door and diving straight in, running the hot water for that bubble bath.

The soak did you good. You spent easily an hour in there, the steam making it difficult to breathe at times, but the hot water felt like comfort against your skin, easing away all the stress and pent up emotion. When you started to badly resemble a prune, you reluctantly got out, a fluffy towel wrapped around your body as you sat down on the edge of the hotel room bed, thinking.

A knock at the door interrupted your thought flow, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you walked over, still wrapped in the towel, and looked through the peephole.

Aaron Hotchner.

You opened the door slowly. There stood Hotch indeed, his tie and suit jacket missing. A few buttons on his shirt were undone, his shoes gone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. That was the moment that your brain replayed his praise from an hour ago, and your body covered itself in goosebumps. You half-hid behind the door, visibly aware of your now-hard nipples poking through the towel.

He took the half-hiding as an invitation to enter, striding in slowly as if it was his room too. You shut the door behind you and leaned against it, almost as if you daren’t walk any closer.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice soft and quiet.

“It just wasn’t a good case,” You mumbled, sighing, and he nodded in agreement. His eyes roamed your body quickly, as if he’d only just noticed that the only thing covering your body was a towel. You squirmed a little.

He stared at you for a second. There was an argument in his mind - you knew the man like the back of your hand, and you knew that look on his face. Figuring out how to say something.

He gingerly took a step forward - then another, then another until he was only a foot away from you, still backed up against the door.

“You didn’t smile when I commended you earlier,” He said, and your body went rigid. Was he noticing that? “You always smile when you’re praised,”

The way he was looking at you right now was far better than anything you’d ever imagined when you came around your own fingers most nights. He looked at you as if you were the highest form of humanity, something to worship, but with a glint of amusement. Playfulness. Cockiness. Arousal? He took another step closer, closing any gap that you’d previously had between your bodies. You could feel the form of his chest against yours, his nose inches away.

And the scent. His scent, so close to you, so tempting, turned you primal. Your hand came up, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him against you. The hotel room door made a thud where your bodies collided against it. You could feel every single part of him through his clothes and your towel, and he gazed down at you, bringing a swarm of butterflies back to your stomach. He pushed himself against your body, more than you thought was physically possible. Your heart was thundering as you felt the hardness of his dick press against you.

His hand came up and stroked your face carefully, before settling under your chin and pointed your head up towards his.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He half-whispered, his voice dropping down in volume and almost an octave in pitch. You let out a low groan, your eyes fluttering shut and a euphoric smile plastered on your face. Surely you were hallucinating. Or you were dreaming, again, and you’d wake up in a few hours soaking wet.

“Such a good girl,” you heard him mumble. Soft lips slowly trailed against your own - delicate and tentative - as if he was relishing the moment before everything would change. His lips then set a target onto your own, his mouth closing in over your bottom lip. With a soft whine, you kissed him back, the passion slowly building as the kiss turned from soft puckers to sloppy grasps. Your hands snaked up to his hair, interweaving the dark strands around your fingertips as you explored his mouth. A fire had began in your core, and you could have sworn you felt the wetness in between your legs heighten at the very second you pulled on the ends of his hair softly, and he awarded you with a low groan into your mouth. The towel slipped away from your body as he pulled back slightly, and his eyes fell straight down to your chest.

“Lie on the bed for me,” He muttered into your ear, his teeth softly grabbing your earlobe as you moaned. You obeyed him, half in a daze, walking over to the bed. He was right behind you, his eyes focusing on your butt as you walked.

You turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him for a second before you lay on your back, completely exposed to him.

“If you aren’t comfortable, you need to tell me,” “Okay,” You whispered, the goosebumps glowing on your skin as you watched him rake in the image of your body naked on the bed, like he was committing it to memory.

“Good girl,” He mumbled, with a hint of a smirk on his face.

He placed his hands on either side of your hips and leaned over you on the bed. He began planting soft kisses, starting at your neck and working his way down to the bottom of your stomach. With each kiss, a blaze of heat followed it, dancing around your nerve endings as you relished in the feeling of his mouth.

“This is so much better than my imagination,” You blurted out, and he stopped, hovering above your skin. His eyes connected straight with yours, a coy smirk on his face.

“You’ve imagined this?” “More than once,” You admitted, and his smirk became one of a cocky grin. “What did you do? Did you do…this?” He asked, and his thumb suddenly stroked your clit. You awarded him a high pitched moan, your back arching out from the feeling. You tried to nod, but your neck was locked up.

“Or…did you do this?” He asked again, slowly edging his ring finger inside of you. You cried out again, the tension overriding your ability to speak.

“Or did you do…this?” He asked for a third time, diving two fingers straight into you and flicking them up and down, hitting your walls with his thumb tapping your clit lightly. No warning - nothing - and the sudden change of touch was enough to bring the build-up of an orgasm to the horizon, as your response came out in a series of curses and moaning. You managed to warn him, choke out that you were close in between your turned-on wails. “That’s it, come on, beautiful,” He ushered you, and his words surged electricity through your body.

“Fuck!” You screamed, as the build-up started to enter it’s peak. You were seconds away.

“Say my name,”

“Hotch!”

“Say my name,”

“Aaron! Fuck, Aaron,” You screamed. So close.

“That’s my girl,” His words were like a final checkpoint. The orgasm crashed down on you, hard and unwavering, as you came around his fingers, trembling with glassy eyes. You could feel every single nerve in your body, every single hair, every goosebump as the hot releasing feeling washed over you with a force.

He slowly removed his hands, leaning forward to stroke your hair as you slowly returned back to reality. You stared at him, beads of sweat forming on your forehead, your hair sticking to your slick neck. Everything seemed hazy, almost in slow-motion, as all you could do was smile and wait for your brain to reconnect.

“What do you want?” He whispered, and you let out a tiny chuckle.

“I want you,” You began, voice hoarse. “In my mouth,”

He nodded, his grin matching your euphoric one as he removed his clothes. He kneeled up next to you, stroking his dick as he watched you. Gently, he helped you to sit upright.

You placed your fingers into your mouth, sucking lightly and he watched with blown pupils as you released them from your lips, dripping with your saliva. You leisurely dragged your wet hand along him, and he let out a short, higher pitched gasp as the warm feeling ran over him. You leaned forward, one hand holding the base of him, the other massaging his balls as you planted a soft kiss at his tip. The sound he made when you took him completely in your mouth was a groan that you’d never forget. You began sucking, bobbing your head backwards and forwards as you massaged him at the same time. Once you’d set a pace for yourself, you pushed your head further, until he hit the back of throat, his pubic hair tickling your nose.

“Such a good girl,” He mumbled over and over, which only spurred you on as you switched between sucking and deep throating, your hand never straying from his balls.

Without warning, a hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you backwards, releasing him from your mouth with a sharp pop. You glared at him, his breathing radical and his face twisted into an expression of pure lust. He was getting close.

In a silent agreement, he moved to in between your legs, pulling them apart.

You studied the exact moment in front of you, hoping that you would never ever forget it. Aaron Hotchner, with his hair sticking up in tufts and his shoulders rising and falling erratically, naked and watching you like you would disappear in the next few seconds.

“Are you ready?” He asked, and you nodded with a smile. He entered himself into you slowly, filling you up, and you both let out a simultaneous groan.

“Look at you, taking all of me like such a good sweetheart,” He murmured, before slowly thrusting into you, hitting you in the best spot already.

“Just for you,” You whined, and he slowly pulled back until he was almost all the way out.

“What did you just say?”

“I said,” You leaned up on your elbows. “I’m only good for you. Just for you,”

That struck some kind of chord with him, because in seconds he started a faster pace, thrusting into you as if his life depended on it. The room was a mixture of groans, whines and the sounds of skin slapping from contact as he fucked you well into oblivion, hitting the perfect spot every single time. Almost like his body was made to ruin yours.

“Now, you’re going to be even better,” He huffed, breathless, as he pulled your legs onto his shoulders, giving him more access. His hand came down and began rubbing at your clit. “You’re going to cum all over my cock, just for me,”

“Just for you,” You repeated, before your voice was taken over by a series of moans and screams as he fucked you, the pace of his dick and hand never faltering. That feeling was coming again.

“And you’re gonna cum for me…right now,” He commanded, and your body listened to him. He was God to you right now, your body obeying every command and when he told you to cum, you did - harder than you ever had done before, losing all touch with reality and logic as your legs shook uncontrollably on his shoulders. Your head felt empty, and your shoulders felt pulled from the way your back arched as he drove into you, his release coming too.

“That’s my girl,” He whispered, breathless, as he collapsed his head onto your chest, both of you reeling from the highs of the night.

When the world slowly returned to you both, he pulled out of you. He cleaned you up, before lying down next to you. His arms came around your waist as he pulled you closer, both of you still sticky with sweat.

“I imagined it too,” He sighed, and your eyes widened.

“Emily was right,” You chuckled. Aaron raised his head to look at you.

“Wait, what?”

“Emily said you had a thing for me,”

“My god,” He shook his head, a look of amused shock on his face.

“What?”

“She told me you had a thing for me, too,”

You burst out laughing.

“We had a wingman and didn’t even know it,” You chuckled, and he laughed with you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

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Miss Teacher Part 7

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Talk of sickness, fluff, caring!Hotch

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Hello! I promise that I have not forgotten my Aaron fic, but I know that it has been quite a bit since my last update, and, for that, I am sorry. I have recently fallen down the Marvel/Bucky Barnes rabbit hole and have spent my time being a mess. However, if you also like the MCU and Bucky, definitely check out my two tumblr accounts-

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Here is part 7! As I promised, it is a continuation of Part 6.1 without the smut of Part 6.2. It is not looked over so all mistakes are my own! Please like, reblog, comment, send me asks, messages, literally anything because interaction with my fics makes my heart happy!

The meeting only lasted an hour, which you were thankful for. The principal just wanted to cover the grades from the last couple of tests that your students had to finish and the material that was covered prior to them. He commended you on your class’s high scores, noting that they all scored higher in each subject than the others and wanted to know your secret. You didn't share everything, you just told them that you tailored the material that you were required to cover to each student’s needs and helped them all individually. You gave them time to talk with each other and ask questions between themselves before covering everything together as a whole.

The rest of the teachers were taking notes and he dismissed everyone a couple minutes later, wishing everyone a good night and that he’d see them all on Monday morning. You were the first one out the door, both eager to take some more Tylenol and get home to see Aaron for your date night. Every Friday- when he was home- was your movie night and so you swung by the store to grab candy and popcorn and a couple new movies to add to your collection. You also grabbed some more wine and the few groceries that were on your list from the previous week. While you were in the checkout line, you received a message from Aaron saying that he would see you at his place when he got home. Jess had Jack for a weekend sleepover he was having with his friends so that meant the two of you had the place to yourselves.

Noting this, you rushed through the self-checkout lane and you were back behind the wheel of your car ten minutes later. You kept an overnight bag in your car now, for emergencies and cases like this when you got to have a slumber party of your own. The lights were humoring you and each one remained green as you drove, which you were thankful for. Aaron had been teasing you all day and you were eager to be back in his arms. The honeymoon phase was very much alive in your relationship, even more so now that he had made it official and asked you to be his girlfriend. He was old school in that way, and you appreciate it greatly. You weren't one for the games that men your age played these days so meeting Aaron was the best thing that happened to you.

He texted you, saying that the door was open and dinner was already on the counter. The two of you had a rule, much like Joey from Friends- Friday was two pizzas Friday. You sent back a simple smiley face and grabbed your things for the night before heading inside. As you locked your car and started your walk inside, a wave of nausea forced you to stop and hunch over as the contents of your stomach threatened to surface.

“Are you okay?” Aaron called to you, having peaked his head outside when he heard your car and watched the whole scene unfold.

“M’fine.” You uttered, taking a deep breath as the wave passed and you were able to stand back up to your full height.

“Are you sure?” You could see the worry on his face and you did your best to try and make him feel better.

“Yes, sir.” You smiled fondly at him, walking up the last ten feet to cup his warm cheek in your hand and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“If you say so, sweetheart.” He smiled against your lips and pecked them one last time before taking your hand and leading you inside.

The nausea didn’t leave but you did your best to ignore it as you changed into comfy clothes and took off your makeup in the master bathroom. You could hear Aaron whistling to himself as he picked up around the house while you decompressed and it made your heart happy at the domesticity of the sight.

“Hey, honey?” You called from the bathroom, a wave of dizziness making you cling to the bathroom counter so that you remained upright.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He called back, walking into the bathroom a couple moments later when he did not get a reply from you.

“I think I might be sick.” You groaned, barely getting your hair out of the way before you rid your stomach of its lunch from a couple hours prior.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron’s tone held worry as he rushed to grab a washcloth and soak it in cold water before coming back to grab your hair from your hand so that you could grab the toilet seat and remain on your knees.

“I think one of the kids gave me the flu.” you grumbled, finally letting the weight of the day and the impending sickness hit you all at once.

“Oh, honey.” He sighed, rubbing your back as you threw up one last time before flushing the toilet and blindly grabbing the washcloth he laid on the back of your neck so you could wipe your face clean.

“I should go home. You don't need me here where I’ll be sick.” You whispered, making no effort to move as you laid down with your heated cheek to the cool tile of the floor.

“You're crazy if you think I'm not going to take care of you. Come on, sweetheart.” Aaron slid both of his hands under your arms to lift you to your feet and he half-carried you to the couch so you could rest and be more comfortable.

“Sorry I ruined movie night.” You moaned, already half out of it as you stretched and contorted to find a position that would alleviate the pain forming in your bones and muscles.

“You cant help it. Besides, we can watch movies here just as well as watching them in bed.” Aaron replied easily, having grabbed the flu medicine from under the sink of the bathroom as well as Tylenol for your raging fever and one of Jack’s Gatorades for something to drink.

“It’s not the same.” You retorted, shakily opening your hand for the Tylenol that you downed quickly before letting Aaron give you the flu medicine.

“Anywhere with you is perfect for me.” He smiled, grabbing the thick blanket from the back of the couch before tugging it over both of your bodies so that you could use both it and his body heat for warmth while your body made you sleep as it began to heal itself.

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