#aaron hotchner reader

[yasministration]

nighttime vlogs - aaron hotchner

summary: finally on the jet ride back home, aaron watches the little nighttime vlog you and jack have filmed for him, allowing him to witness a special moment between the two of you despite being thousands of miles away wc: 1.6k+ cw: reader and jack being adorbs, aaron gets baby fever

The phone falls face down on the covers the second the video begins, darkness engulfing the screen of his phone, and Aaron’s ears are instantly filled with the beautiful sound of Jack’s loud giggles. Through the screen, he hears you mumble something under your breath, and Jack replies with “You made it fall”, as though you hadn’t realised the obvious.

You lift the phone up, steadying it back on some pillows, and even through the dim lighting of your bedroom, Aaron can clearly see that you and Jack are laying stomach down on a very unmade bed. He grins widely, pressing on his phone screen to pause the video you had sent him — hours ago now — to plug in his earphones. He doesn’t want to disturb any of his sleepy teammates on the jet ride home.

“Okay,” You begin with a smile, glancing over to Jack, who’s staring at you through the front camera on your phone. “Hi Aaron-”

“Hi daddy!”

Aaron feels his heart swell as you and Jack giggle between you. “We know it’s a little past Jack’s bedtime. But we just remembered that we promised you a little video message every night that you’re away. And tonight can’t be the night that promise is broken after we’ve done so well.”

It’s true. Ever since you were introduced into Aaron’s life, as his girlfriend, fiancée, one of Jack’s legal guardians, you had changed what it meant fore Aaron to be away on cases. No longer did Aaron have to try and catch you every second of the day for you to know he cares — a mutual understanding that schedules might crash, and that’s okay. But for the past year, every night he’s been away on a case, he has received a nighttime vlog from you and Jack, telling him about your day, about your feelings.

Aaron always watched these videos in the lonely bed of his motel room, a smile on his face. Sometimes these videos were a minute long, quick goodbyes from a tired child and his best friend, and sometimes — like tonight — they lasted closer to twenty minutes.

“Daddy, today me and y/n went to the park and we played football! And I won!”

“He scored so many goals against me.” You add, a hand reaching up to brush through Jack’s blond hair as he thinks of what to tell his dad next. “And then we sat on the grass for a little bit,” Jack is interrupted by his own elated giggles.

“And we saw a cloud that looked like a tyrannosaurus rex!”

“We did, yeah. And one that looked like a bunny too, right?”

“Yeah. All of the other ones were just blobs.”

Aaron can’t help but laugh quietly as Jack gestures widely with his hands. From the seat across him, Dave glances up from his book, eyebrows raised in amusement.

Jack suddenly sits up on the bed, and you shift to lay down on your side to watch as Jack points to the new set of pyjamas he’s wearing, talking animatedly about them. “But I only wore them after dinner.” He tells his dad through your phone.

“Tell him what you did today. In the kitchen.” You encourage, and Jack immediately grins wider, as though just remembering the events that occurred a couple of hours ago. “I helped y/n make dinner! Come, let’s show him, y/n!” Jack tells you, leaning over to grab your hand, and tugging you with him.

You bring the phone with you as Jack slides off the bed, leading you to the kitchen. You take the time to glance down at the phone, imagining Aaron looking back at you, and say “He chopped some coriander all by himself — with a plastic, kid-friendly knife, obviously. And he also squeezed a lemon.” Aaron didn’t know you owned plastic, kid-friendly knives.

Once in the kitchen, you place the phone on the counter, and Jack carries the bowl of salsa you had prepared together. He huffs when he can’t see the phone atop the counter, and places the bowl down, making grabby hands up at you. He ignores the stool he had previously used to help reach better, instead calling “Up please, Mom.”

Aaron’s eyes instantly go wide at Jack’s words, fingers stiffening around his phone, but it seems as though past you still hasn’t processed what Jack called you, picking him up and resting him on your hip. Only then, once Jack’s fully in the camera frame, does Aaron see your eyes go slightly wide as you hand Jack the bowl of salsa so he can display it proudly for his dad.

“Daddy, this is called pico de gallo, and it’s so yummy.” You instantly snap back into your role, nodding along to Jack’s words and he puts the bowl on the counter again. “And I wanted chicken nuggets all day, and mommy said she could make me some for dinner. And she made them from-she made them from the beginning of them.” Jack swings his legs happily, reaching over to the folded up bag of chips to open the bag and steal a chip.

Jack offers you one, and you take it. Aaron smiles fondly as you both go silent for a few seconds, munching on tortilla chips.

You glance down at Jack, asking “Anything else, buddy?” Jack goes silent, resting his head on your shoulder. He watches you fold up the bag again, blinking slowly. Grabbing the phone, you mumble to Aaron “If you come home tonight, there’s leftover salsa and chicken nuggets for you in the fridge.”

Aaron sighs as you place the phone down again, carrying the bowl of pico de gallo into the fridge. It shuts softly behind you, and you move your eyes down to Jack, who’s nearly asleep. “Bedtime, Jack?”

Jack nods sleepily, and you turn your focus to the phone again, saying “Goodnight, Aaron. I love you.” Jack turns his head to face the phone, cheek smushed against your shoulder as he repeats the words, encouraged by you. “’Night daddy. I love you.”

You snatch the phone from the counter, turning the light off in the kitchen as you make your way to Jack’s bedroom. Aaron doesn’t think you’re aware the camera is still recording as you press a kiss to Jack’s forehead, adding quietly “And I love you, Jack. I needed a strong, handsome man to help squeeze those lemons, and who better to help me than you?”

Jack giggles tiredly at your words. You toss your phone onto his bedsheets so you can use both hands to gently place him in his bed. You crouch beside him, fingers brushing his cheeks. “I’m so grateful for your help today, Jack. And for your help every day.”

“I like to help you.” He admits, cozying up underneath his blanket. “Kiss, mommy.” You lean down, pressing your lips to Jack’s forehead. He smiles, reaching up to press a kiss to your cheek. You bring your hands down to tuck him in properly, and tears are almost brought to your eyes when Jack speaks again, asking “Who’s gonna kiss daddy goodnight?”

Aaron swallows thickly through the screen, staring at the ceiling of his own home from the way the phone is facing upwards, only catching a bit of colourful bedsheets from the corner of the screen, but he listens to every word you and Jack are saying to each other. He only hears himself breathing now, and the scuffle of sheets moving around, awaiting your response. “When daddy comes home, we’ll give him all the kisses to make up for the ones he missed, okay?”

“Okay. I love you mommy.”

“I love you too, Jack.”

You stay there for a moment longer before picking up your phone and leaving the room. You leave Jack’s bedroom door wide open — yours too. You lift the phone up to your face, and Aaron sees you have tears gathered along your waterline. “Oh. I didn’t realise this was still on.” Aaron hears you laugh quietly, and you bring your voice down to a whisper, bringing your face closer to the phone screen as you say, “Aaron, he called me mom! Oh my god, I’m feeling so many things right now. Okay, wait, let me send-”

The video cuts off just then, and Aaron instantly drags his finger across the screen, setting the video back to the very beginning. He notices the time of the video sent on the screen that says '8:03 pm.' It it now 2:54am. He’s just about to press play again when he hears Derek’s teasing voice call out in the quiet jet. “Hey, what’s got you crying over there, boss man?”

Aaron takes out his earphones, shaking his head silently. Derek had passed behind Aaron just a few minutes ago to go to the bathroom, and the nosy man had taken a peek over Aaron’s shoulder to see what he was watching. Derek has good intentions, but of course, he’ll never pass the opportunity to tease. So he’s more surprised that anything when Aaron, unknowingly teary eyed, replies with “Jack called y/n ‘mom’.” Then, under his breath “God, I love my family.”

Aaron skips out on the pico de gallo and chicken nuggets when he gets home, beelining to Jack’s bedroom to press a kiss to his son’s forehead before finding you in his bed. He makes sure to be quiet when he strips out of his work clothes. Aaron doesn’t bother to throw on any pyjamas, sliding in next to you wearing only his boxers. He wraps his arms around you and tugs you close to his chest.

He decides just then that one day, Jack won’t be the only one calling you mom.

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[drsreidssah]

He’s just so fine <3 I just wanna hug him make the pain go away for him 🥺…

My comfort character… Aaron Hotchner …

[plaidcowboy]

his kitty

( synopsis ) — the progression of hotch and his love for his new nickname for his girlfriend!

( warning ) — 18+. cute n innocent at first but just a little paragraph of smut at the end! nothing too in detail. uses of the nickname ‘kitty’ and ‘kitten’.

( tags ) — @pittsick @jclolz22 @voidsuites @bluestrd @b1tchyr1ichy @userhotd @cestdommage @bernelflo [to be added]

It began playfully. Hotch had glanced down at you one afternoon, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. With a quiet chuckle, he murmured, "You look just like a cat."

What started as a joke gradually evolved into something more personal. Before long, your name in his contacts changed, simple and unassuming, now replaced by "Kitty." It didn't go unnoticed. Morgan, Reid, and the others exchanged curious glances whenever your name flashed on his screen, though he'd answer without explanation, unfazed by their questions.

The nickname began to slip into daily moments, small yet deliberate. Each morning, as Hotch passed your desk in the bullpen, he'd pause just long enough to run his hand gently over the top of your head, like a pet, a brief touch accompanied by a soft, "Hey, Kitty," spoken just for you.

But the name truly cemented itself one late evening when the office had emptied, leaving only the two of you behind. Alone in the quiet of the BAU, the tension between you ignited.

Bent over his desk, your dress bunched at your waist and his pants around his ankles, he moved with intensity, each thrust sharp and deliberate. His breath was hot against your ear as he growled, "That's it, Kitty. Just like that. Bein’ good for me, aren’t you?" His words, rough and low, sent shivers through you as the two of you unraveled in each other.

Afterward, he settled you gently on the desk, the same one that had moments ago fucked you on. With surprising tenderness, he wiped the smudged mascara from beneath your eyes using a cotton swab, his other hand lifting your chin so your gaze met his.

A quiet smile played on his lips as he whispers, “Just like a little kitten.”

[hotchs-big-hands]

Reverse cowgirl except he holds your legs up by the back of your knees and pummels up into you

[rainedravens]

"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

[natti-ice]

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[tootiredtobekind]

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[colmiillo]

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

[drsreidssah]

Sippy cup . A.H

𖤹 IN WHICH : You bring up too Hotch that Jack has been asking about having a little bother or sister ..

Fluff comfort

𖤹 Godmother!reader x Aaron Hotchner 𖤹 WC:1.2k

Divider by @dollywons

“Aaron”…

you called out.

You had been sitting on the couch going through Pinterest looking at baby stuff, because Jack had asked you that morning if you and Daddy could give him a little sister or brother. You nearly choked on your glass of water when he said it — just casually over breakfast like it was the most normal question in the world.

He said his friends all have sisters or brothers and he hates being the only one who doesn’t. You didn’t even know what to say to him. You were just his godmother.

Now it was after dinner. Jack was asleep in his room, and Aaron was in the kitchen cleaning up. You were snuggled under a blanket with your phone still in your hand, but you hadn’t been scrolling for the last ten minutes. You couldn’t stop thinking about Jack’s question. It felt stuck in your head like a song.

Aaron turned around from the sink when he heard you say his name.

“Yeah?” he said, drying his hands on a towel.

You looked up at him from the couch. “Can I tell you something without it being weird?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay… now I’m curious.”

You sat up a little straighter, tucking your legs under you. “Jack… asked me this morning if we could give him a little sister or brother.”

Aaron blinked.

You looked down at your phone again. “He said he’s the only one in his class who doesn’t have one. He said it like we could just go pick one up from Target or something.”

Aaron let out a short breath — kind of like a laugh, but quiet. “He told me something like that last week. I thought he forgot about it.”

“Well, he didn’t,” you said. “And I didn’t know what to tell him. I’m not his mom. I’m just his—”

“You’re not just anything,” Aaron said from the kitchen.

That made you look at him again.

“I know I’ve never really said it,” he continued, “but you’re more than just his godmother. You’re here. Every day. You love him. He loves you. That counts.”

You nodded slowly, then looked back down at your phone. A baby onesie you’d saved earlier was still on the screen. It had little pink Purple Hearts on it .

“So what do we say if he asks again?” you asked quietly.

Aaron was quiet for a moment.

Then he came over and sat beside you, gently took your phone, and set it down on the coffee table. His hand brushed yours under the blanket.

“I think we tell him the truth,” he said. “That families can look all kinds of ways. And maybe... someday, yeah, it could happen. But even if it doesn’t, he’s not missing anything. He’s already got everything he needs.”

You let out a breath, softer now.

“Okay,” you said. “But if he asks again, you’re the one explaining where babies come from.”

Aaron smirked, leaning back into the couch beside you. “Deal.”

It’s been a few days since Jack brought up the subject about having a brother or sister.

You thought maybe he forgot about it.

Nope.

You were wrong.

You and Aaron were both sitting at the kitchen table this time when he brought it up. You were mid-bite of toast, Aaron sipping his coffee, and Jack sitting across from you with his favorite dinosaur fork in hand like it was just a normal morning.

“Can you and Daddy give me a baby sister now as he looked between the both of you?”

He said it just like that. So casual. Like he was asking for more juice.

You looked over at Aaron — and he nearly choked.

Actually choked on his bite of scrambled eggs. You had to look down to hide your laugh, hand covering your mouth.

You smiled at him as he coughed into his fist, trying to save whatever pride he had left. You were just glad you weren’t the only one caught off guard this time.

Jack just blinked, completely unfazed, and took another bite of his waffle.

Aaron finally cleared his throat, set his fork down, and glanced at you like you were going to answer.

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh, don’t look at me. This is your kid.”

Aaron sighed, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and turned to Jack.

“Buddy, that’s… not really something that happens overnight.”

Jack frowned, fork in mid-air. “But I asked like, forever ago. Forever ago to a kid is a few days ago you thought to yourself.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. Aaron shot you a look.

“Well, things like that take time,” Aaron said, doing his best to keep it neutral. He was so composed, but you could see the slight twitch in his jaw — the same one you’d seen during tense interrogations. You had to look away again.

Jack just shrugged. “Okay. I’ll wait. But I want a sister. Not a brother. Brothers are annoying.”

Aaron blinked again.

You reached for your coffee, grinning into the cup.

“Noted,” Aaron said finally.

Jack nodded like it was all settled, then went back to stabbing his waffle like nothing happened.

You leaned closer to Aaron and whispered, “You better start researching sippy cups again.”

Aaron just closed his eyes for a second. “Please don’t say that.”

You smiled.

Too late.

Later that evening, you had knocked on Aaron’s bedroom door.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked without looking up.

“No,” you said softly.

He was sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, wearing his navy blue shirt and boxer shorts. His reading glasses were on, and he had his phone in his hand.

You stepped inside, leaned against the doorway. “Pinterest?” you teased.

“...Actually, yes,” he said, not even denying it.

That made you smile a little. You crossed the room and climbed onto his bed, laying down next to him, the comforter pulled up over your legs. You leaned your head on his shoulder and peeked at his screen. He didn’t try to hide it.

He was looking at baby girl blankets. Little pink ones with ruffles. Some had flowers. One had hearts.

“You’re thinking about it,” you said quietly.

He looked over at you. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were soft.

“I know Jack would be happy,” he said. “He wouldn’t be by himself.”

You nodded, tracing a loose thread in the comforter with your finger.

“But I’m just not sure if I’m ready yet,” he said, voice low.

You didn’t answer right away. Just stayed beside him, quiet. You understood.

“I know what it means,” he said after a second. “It’s not just another baby. It’s... a whole life. Another person depending on me. Depending on us.”

“I wouldn’t let you do it alone,” you said softly.

“I know,” he said it’s just it might give me a second chance and “That’s the only reason I’m even thinking about it.”

You looked up at him. His jaw was tight, eyes still on the phone, but he wasn’t really looking at it anymore.

You reached over and took the phone gently out of his hand, setting it on the nightstand.

Then you whispered, “We don’t have to figure it out tonight.”

Aaron nodded.

But neither of you moved.

Just sat there, quiet in the dim light. Thinking. Breathing. Wondering.

And maybe just maybe , You and Jack might get your wish after all and you get to be the family you always wanted .

A/n: this was so fun writing it I can imagine Jack asking them this and I had to write it .. I hope you enjoy it .. I’m having baby fever now but Aaron Hotchner being a father again to your child eek would be a wish come true .

[itshelia]

My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!

Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

[80sthingss]

when i finally find a fic thats so accurate i re-read it every chance i get

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut