#aaron hotchner x gn!reader

[zvdvdlvr]

i raise u hotch x f!r who was pronounced kia but she comes back?

— Home

— 🧠 synopsis. After being pronounced KIA, reader shows up after a year.

— 🧠 warnings. Foul language

part one

‘‘We regret to inform you-‘’ was the first and only thing Aaron heard before his vision blurred and his hands went slack.

If had happened, his biggest fear: you were never coming home. The only personal effects Aaron received was your wallet and dog tags with your wedding band on it. The flag that the marines handed him was heavy in his arms.

As they left, Aaron dropped his head in his hands and set the things he was handed down carefully on his desk. Before he did anything else, he shut his office blinds and sank into his chair. 

God, he thought, what do I tell Jack? 

— 🧠

It had been about a year since being kidnapped by the cartel your unit was attempting to bring down. One year of sensory deprivation. One year of curling into yourself at night dreaming of waking up with Jack laughing as you swung him around on your arm. One year of thinking about Aaron’s gravely voice whispering a sweet ‘good morning’ right before he kissed your temple. 

“You ready?” One of your longtime mentors/father figures Jethro asked. 

You nod and bit your lip. “Jethro what if he’s moved on from me? What if… he stopped loving me?” You asked, malnourished body shaking from your anxiety. 

The man only scoffed. “Not Aaron Hotchner, y/n. He wears your dog tags, you know. He hasn’t moved on from you, kid.” 

Finally you stepped out of Gibbs’ truck and nodded. You truly hoped Jethro was right. Your fresh uniform was big on your frame- you had lost a lot of weight and muscle after being fed only a meal every two days. 

Stepping into the elevator made you want to cry. The familiar beep of the machine soothed your soul more than you ever thought possible. 

Your stomach did flips as you stepped into the bullpen, hoping and praying that your reunion went well. 

— 🧠

In the year that you’d been gone, Hotch changed. 

He no longer smiled. Ever. The laugh he had with the team alnost every day after meeting you was gone. Aaron had no patience for anything either. 

Emily recalled one month anniversary of your deathdate. Hotch’s eyes were the reddest they had ever been and he genuinely looked like he had just been stabbed in the gut. That day, he had yelled twice at the two cops that had continued to bicker over evidence. And once at Rossi. 

The only reason Rossi didn’t say anything in response to Aaron’s anger was because he knew exactly where Aaron’s mind was: with you and your apparent grave on the other side of the world. 

But she watched your boots hit the ground, hair pulled back into the bun you had taught her all those years ago when you and Hotch first started dating. Emily watched you stand nervously in your spot, eyes scared. 

Emily never remembered seeing you scared. 

Your lip quivered as you made eye contact with her. 

No one else had seen you yet, so Emily sprinted over to you and let you sink into her embrace. 

“Aaron?” You asked, voice hoarse.

Emily nodded, vision blurred. “Go see him, y/n. He’s- none of us… we thought…” Her voice cracked and wavered. 

“I love you, Em,” you said, slipping out of her grasp again. But this time, Emily knew you were alive.

The walk up the stairs made your heart race. 

You brought your hand up to the door and knocked. Below, you could already hear Emily talking to the team. You heard your name, some gasps, and then silence.

“Come in,” Hotch called gruffly from the other side of the door.

You twisted the door handle and pushed. And then you stepped into the room. 

“Can I help you?” Your husband asked without looking up. His head was bent and he slouched, something he always nagged on you to make sure you never did. How far did he fall in one year?

“I wanted to see my husband,” you say, voice shaky. “I heard he was here.”

Aaron shot up from his chair, seat flying backwards. His eyes. Oh, his eyes.

“Y-y/n?” He asked. His hair was a mess; it looked like all he had done lately was worriedly run a hand through it. Your heart ached for the man in front of you.

You stepped forward. “Hi, angel,” you said, taking another step forward. 

“You died, y/n. I- we all… Jack and I-“ Aaron stuttered, tears falling from his cheeks as he watched the love of his life stand in uniform, an arms length away.

“I missed you. So much,” you say, crying now.

Aaron strode over to you and hugged you, letting his body fall slowly to the floor as you cried in his arms. “Oh my love,” Aaron cried, hiding his face into the crooke of your neck. 

You were home.

[astrophileous]

Hmmmmm for Hotch maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? 🥹

Thanks for the request babes!! My first Aaron fic ever, so hopefully it's not too bad for a first 🥺 I hope this is to your liking ❤️

Warning(s): gn!reader, established relationship, talks of traffic accident, mentions of injuries, protective hotch, mean words (hotch is just worried abt you ok??)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You heard him before you even laid eyes upon him.

Amidst the beeping machines and the moderate ruckus of the emergency room, Aaron's voice penetrated the air like a sword. The authority dripped like lava from his tone as he badgered Derek for your whereabouts, and before you could shuffle out of the hospital bed that had been your safe haven for the past hour, the cubical curtain surrounding you was suddenly yanked open.

Your movements ceased once you locked eyes with a frowning Aaron Hotchner.

"Hey—"

"Are you insane?"

You looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Do you have a death wish? Is that it? Or are you just stupid?"

A few feet behind him, you could see Derek and Emily exchanging silent looks between the two of them. Everyone knew that Aaron was notorious for being frigid, and he had a strong impartiality when it came to any of his team members doing something impetuous on the field, but the words seeping out of Aaron's mouth at that moment sounded overtly harsh to those who knew him.

"Hotch—" Derek took a step forward, trying to come to your defense, "—it's not (Y/N)'s fault."

"I'm not talking to you." Aaron's response was cutting and final. It baffled Derek enough for him to trace his step back.

"What's wrong with you?" you asked once the shock dissipated, returning your voice to its rightful owner once more. "Why are you being like this?"

"Me? You're asking me? I should be the one asking you."

Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "We were chasing the UnSub—"

"You went rogue," he cut you off. "Morgan told me everything. There's no point in denying it."

Derek raised his arms in surrender when your stare of betrayal slid his way. "Fine. I'm sorry I grabbed a random civilian's bike and crashed it against the UnSub's car. You don't have to worry about paying anything back, I'll figure something out."

"Is that what you think this is about?" Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "I could care less about monetary compensations. We can deal with that later. You could've been killed, don't you understand?"

It was his last admission that finally made the pieces in your head click into place. Beneath the anger inside Aaron's words was actually a hidden anxiety ready to break free. He was worried about you, even if he was showing it in the least hospitable way possible.

Your relationship with Aaron was young; green around the edges and blooming every single day like tulips in spring. Nobody else in the world knew about it yet, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. At least, that was what you agreed upon after having that lengthy discussion following your first official date.

And yet, none of that mattered when your fingers opted to reach out for Aaron's hand. You pretended not to notice the gasp that Emily let out as you urged your boyfriend to look into your eyes.

"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. I'm right here with you, and I'm okay." Aaron's shoulders physically collapsed at your reassurance. Every other noise in the hospital seemed to drown out in the aftermath. "The doctor's gonna clear me in no time, trust me."

"It still doesn't erase the fact that what you did was reckless." Aaron stepped closer towards the bed, overcrowding your senses as his thumb swept over your left eyebrow, just below the wound you had obtained from the crash. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head no. The injury to your head was relatively minor. Your arm, on the other hand, was sustaining a quite sizable gash from your collision with the car.

Aaron's eyes followed your gaze that had meandered towards the gauze covering your arm. "How many stitches?"

Reluctantly, you answered, "Seven."

You heard his sharp breath before he turned around to face Derek. "Where's the UnSub now?"

Derek jerked his head to the right, where you reckoned the UnSub was being treated for their own injuries from the crash. The words of protest died in your throat as Aaron began to saunter to the other end of the ER with Derek hot on his heels.

With the two men's departure, Emily was the only one who remained.

"So—" she smiled knowingly, leaning against the foot of your bed, "—you and Hotch? When did that happen?"

You slammed your head back on the pillow, muffling your groan with your uninjured arm. "Shut up."

[greg-montgomery]

Mr. Scratch - Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

a little hurt/comfort inspired by ep. 10x21 - mr. scratch aaron's hallucination is you getting killed right in front of him. pre-relationship <3 words: 1.6k warnings: basically everything bad that happens in that episode: being drugged, hallucinations, blood, feeling paranoid

Aaron stayed unfazed by the sight of the gun pointed at him; his stare cold and unwavering.

“Oh, that was good. Oh, that was so good,” Peter whispered. “That was so impressive.”

His eyes almost sparkled with excitement as he went on, “The way you got into my head…It makes me want to know how I get into yours.”

A sound from right outside interrupted him and Aaron already knew where it was coming from. His team was there, you were there.

“You were right,” Peter said. “They did come calling for you.”

“They’ll kill you,” he threatened him with the same certainty he knew the sun would come up in the morning.

Peter’s next words though made his heart tremble with fear. “Are you sure about that?”

The dead silence in the house allowed him to focus on every little sound being made. His ears despite having been injured in the past could almost hear the door open. They could almost hear the sound of footsteps. He was certain, you were inside the house.

Peter had disappeared in the darkness and he could only pray you would get to him first. What if you weren’t fast enough? What if he drugged you too? What if-

A gunshot from the next room tore his heart in half.

He cursed himself for being unable to move, frozen in the same place as if he was stuck in the middle of a nightmare. Someone was being hurt and he was too weak to help; too slow to save them.

More gunshots followed, he thought he heard someone scream.

And then he heard you. “Hotch!”

Your voice was desperate, scared. But it meant you were alive, and that was more than enough to him.

“Here,” he said with every inch of power he had left in his body.

“Where?”

“Here,” he repeated. “In the study.”

First he saw the outline of your body, moving like a shadow towards him. Your eyes were wide with worry, like every time you saw him in danger. His sweet Y/N, who cared for him in a way he never knew he needed before.

“Where? Where is he?” he breathed as you knelt next to him.

“I shot him. He’s down,” you said.

Before he had the chance to feel relief, before he had the chance to look into your eyes for just a moment of comfort, a body hid the light behind you. He wasn’t dead.

“Y/N!” Aaron yelled, but the bullet had already left Peter’s gun.

You fell to the ground and your hand covering the wound in your neck did nothing to stop the blood from running.

“No,” he screamed with desperation. “No, no, no.”

Tears ran down his cheeks getting mixed with your blood that had been splashed on his face, but he was unable to move. He wanted to run to you, to take you in his arms, to steal you away, but he was stuck watching your terrified expression as you were bleeding to death.

“No,” he cried. “No, baby, not you. Help!” he screamed. “Somebody help!”

His body was shaking, but as if he was under a spell, he couldn’t even lift his arm. A feeling of helplessness took over his body that he had only experienced once before; the day he lost Haley.

“Not my Y/N,” he choked on his sobs.

“Now I know what scares you,” Peter said, towering over him.

The gun he pointed at Aaron turned towards your body again and you were met with a final shot.

“No!”

His eyes closed, his blood boiling with fury. “Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch.”

When he opened them again, he had to blink a few times before he realized that your body was gone. His head was dizzy and his vision was blurred, but he was certain of one thing: you were no longer lifeless, laying right in front of him.

“It’s okay. You can move now.”

He had been fooled, just like all of his victims before. Aaron knew what he had to do now, the fact that you were still alive giving him some clarity.

“I’m about to come through that front door.”

He was lying, but still Aaron accepted the knife Peter gave him and turned to the door. You were about to come in, and this time for real; he had to play along. This time he had a second chance. A second chance to save the person he loved that was so brutally taken away from him the first time.

“My gun,” he asked. “I need my gun.”

“Look. Here I come,” Peter said. “Kill me.”

Aaron reached out for his gun and pointed at the spot he had shown him. As soon as he saw the door open, he turned around and shot Peter as fast as he could.

“Hotch!” you ran to him. “We need a medic in here!” you asked.

“Take it,” he said, terrified, giving you his gun. He didn’t trust himself with it; not when it was you right in front of him. “Take it.”

You did as he said, placing your hand on his arm, trying to figure out a way to comfort him.

“He made me see things,” he cried. And then in a breath he said again, “He made me see things...”

“It’s over,” you said softly. “You’re okay. Look at me.”

Aaron met your gaze and you didn’t seem to think twice before reaching out to him and taking him into your arms. He couldn’t help but melt into your embrace.

“It’s okay,” you kept repeating to him, and it wasn’t the words you used, but the sound of your voice that calmed his shaking body down. “I’m here, I got you.”

“He’s gone,” Spencer informed you.

--

“He looks traumatized,” JJ said, staring at her boss. Peter had just been arrested but it didn’t seem to have calmed him down. His attention was completely devoted to you, as you held his hand and talked to him at the back of the ambulance.

“His hallucinations were probably traumatic,” Rossi said.

“He needs to talk about it,” Derek added.

“I’m sure he will. He has Y/N to talk to.”

Their attention turned back to you. You were holding a piece of cotton now, patting it softly over his wound. He kept insisting to the medics he was fine, but seemed fine with you touching him.

Your free hand was still holding his.

“I didn’t know they were…” JJ said before David interrupted her.

“This isn’t the time or the place for a conversation like this. Let’s just be grateful he’s letting someone in.”

“You’re right,” Morgan said.

--

You insisted on driving Aaron home and if he was honest with himself he had no issues with it, since he had also no intention of ever leaving you out of his sight again.

He was thankful Jack wasn’t home. The last thing he wanted was for his son to see him in that state.

Closing the door behind you, you made your way around his couch and sat next to him. You seemed almost awkward in your moves.

The fact that you were a soft spot for him was not a piece of information he had ever shared with you before. But after that night it would be ridiculous for either of you to pretend you were just a unit chief and his subordinate. Your dynamic had shifted.

“Thank you,” he said. “For driving me home.”

“I would never let you drive in that state.”

Any other day your sweet words would have made him smile, but Aaron didn’t have it in him at that moment. He was exhausted and scared.

“Aaron,” you said, reaching out for his hand. The sweet gesture and the use of his first name made his heart flutter. “You can talk to me…about what you saw.”

Flashes of your bleeding body appeared right in front of him. He was back in that house, frozen to the ground, hearing your desperate chokes as you bled away.

“Hotch? Aaron?”

It all vanished the next second, as he blinked to send them away.

“I saw your death.”

His words visibly shook you, and you slightly opened your mouth but without making a sound.

Aaron’s voice broke. “He shot you right in front of my eyes. You were bleeding to death and I couldn’t move.”

His breaths were getting shorter as he sobbed and you moved closer to him, placing your palm right over his heart. “I was too late again. I didn’t save you.”

“You did. You shot him, remember? You saved me,” you smiled sweetly. “You saved all of us. He drugged you and you still managed to shoot him.”

He couldn’t help but let all the tears out. “I’m scared I never woke up from it. I’m scared you’re not real.”

“I’m real. I’m right here, I promise.”

“Y/N…”

Your movements were careful as you lifted your hand to cup his cheek, and the comforting motion of your thumb rubbing the side of his head brought him back to reality. You were real, his inner voice repeated.

“I am terrified of losing you,” he admitted.

“You won’t.”

He tried to speak again but his sobs wouldn’t allow him to.

“It’s okay,” you said. “It’s okay.”

Your eyes were watery too, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss your tears away. But you put him back to his place, silently reminding him that he was the one who needed comfort this time, as you wiped his tears away with your hand. “I’m here.”

“Will you stay?”

“Do you think I would leave you here alone? I would stay even if you didn’t want me to,” you answered.

“I would never not want you here, Y/N.”

Aaron fell into your arms and you held him there with no intention of letting him go. “I know.”

[moonlightspencie]

Meet-Cute

Description: It's all in the title, isn't it?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 1k

On a Saturday morning after a night of drinking, the last thing you personally cared for was to be awoken by the loudest noise on earth. Some terrible creaking sound, mixed with thuds that seemed to resound in your apartment every thirty seconds had you practically developing a stress-induced twitch as you laid in bed.

To put it nicely: you were at the end of your rope.

You begrudgingly got out of bed, roughly washed your face, angrily brushed your teeth, and stomped to your door. You may not usually be prone to dramatics, but you felt it necessary for your well-being this time. You opened your door, about to confront your terribly noisy neighbor, when you realized that it was someone moving in.

You wanted to be angry. You really did. But…

“Hello,” said a man who you could only describe as genuinely tall, dark, and handsome. He also looked a little surprised.

You wiped the scowl off your face. “Hi.”

He looked around, as if the answer for you standing in your doorway in pajamas, looking quite annoyed, would appear out of thin air. It didn’t. You realized as much about thirty seconds later as you finally started speaking.

“Sorry. Are you moving in?”

"Oh! Yeah," he breathed out a small laugh. God he was handsome. "I apologize for the noise.”

You shake your head. “No! No, that’s okay. Just… curious.”

He smiled a little and you tried not to melt on the spot. He reached his hand out in greeting.

“I’m Aaron.”

You shook his hand, trying not to stare at him as you gave him your name.

“Nice to meet you,” you said softly.

“You, too. Uh… I’m just gonna…” he trailed off, nodding at the box under his arm.

“Of course!” you nod quickly. “Right. Um… I’ll see you around, Aaron.”

You went back to your apartment, shutting the door behind you with a little grin. So much for staying determined to be grumpy and less than pleasant today.

It was, unfortunately, two weeks later before you saw him again. This time as you were checking your mailbox in the lobby. As you heard someone clear their throat, you muttered a small apology, stepping out of the way as you looked through the letters in your hand.

“Um… hi,” he offered as a greeting that made you jump a little bit. "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Just wanted to say hello."

You looked up at the voice that was irritatingly smooth, finding yourself getting a bit warm in the cheeks when you noticed him giving you almost a shy smile. You turned towards him more to give him your full attention.

"Oh, gosh. Uh, sorry," you chuckled softly, returning his smile. "Guess I'm not very good at being neighborly, am I?"

"You're doing just fine. I'm sure it might be a little... maybe off-putting to have a strange man approach you in the lobby, now that I think of it."

You shook your head. “It’s not that at all. I’m just… not used to people approaching me here at all.”

“Not exactly social?”

“More like nobody else here is. I don’t mind a little company,” you replied, a little more flirty than you were intending. 

Clearly he didn’t mind.

“Good to know,” he nodded once with a growing smirk.

“Uh…” you clammed up a tiny bit. “So… Um, are you, like, new around here?”

“Only to this building. I’ve been in D.C. for too many years to count,” his smirk melted into a softer smile. “Just needed someplace new, I guess. My old apartment… I just needed a change of scenery.”

“Yeah. Yeah, no, I’ve been there,” you nodded softly. “How are you liking it so far?”

“It’s great. My son loves it here.”

Your brows raised a little. “You have a son?”

“I’m shocked you didn’t file a complaint last night with the tantrum he threw,” he chuckled a tiny bit. 

“I was out last night, so no worries here.”

“Oh? With friends, or…?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little more. “Yeah. Just a couple of girlfriends.”

“That sounds fun.”

“Maybe too much fun.”

“You get up to a lot with them?” he asked casually, though not without humor, crossing his arms over his chest.

You smiled. “Only on occasion. I don’t think I could really handle the way they go out practically every single night. I only agree to go out like that with them once a month.”

“Now you’re sounding a little too much like me for someone so young and pretty.”

You find your cheeks warm at that, though you try not to react outwardly. You could tell that he knew just how much he had affected you, though. If you didn’t know any better, you might guess he was a mindreader. 

“I think you make yourself out to be too boring for someone so friendly and handsome.”

He laughed a little at that. Then a comfortable silence falls over the both of you for a moment. Maybe two moments. Eventually, you shift your weight, and look back up at him again. He really is horribly handsome. A guy shouldn’t be able to look like that, and… God, he smelled good, too. You shuffled the mail in your hands a little bit before speaking again.

“Uh… Well, it was nice chatting with you, but unfortunately I do have to go clean my apartment. Family is coming over tomorrow,” you said softly. “I’ll see you around, though, yeah?”

“Yes, that sounds… sounds good. Maybe if you end up wanting some of that company you were talking about, we could get dinner some time?”

You couldn’t help a giddy smile sneaking onto your face. You nodded easily, glancing at his hand as he shut your mailbox for you near your head. 

“I could come knock on your door some time soon and invite you properly, if you’d be alright with that,” he said, that little smirk sneaking back onto his face.

“I’d like that.”

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Imagine…

Starting to make dinner in Aaron’s apartment on a Thursday night. He’s just gone for a shower, washing away his last case and the worst parts of the world that he falls privy to day in and day out as Unit Chief of the BAU.

You’re humming along to your oldies but goodies playlist while sipping a glass of white wine that’s too sweet for Aaron’s liking. As the current song fades out and the familiar notes of a Bee Gees tune start, you realize with a smile just how many of these songs you've compiled make you think of your love.

And, speak of the furthest thing from the devil, suddenly he’s there, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind as his body perfectly molds to the dips and curves of your own. He guides you back and forth in a gentle sway, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder as he releases a deep sigh.

You allow your eyes to drift shut and your head to fall back against Aaron so you can bury your nose in the crook of his neck. "Sauce'll burn," you mumble, letting his familiar smell wash over you and sending warm tingles throughout your body.

"Let it," he responds just as softly. "We'll order something. Need to hold you."

You release a sound of contentment that's half-sigh, half-hum, nuzzling even deeper into him as if you can become one person if you try hard enough. In this moment, there's no yesterday or tomorrow. There's no anticipation of the next phone call that will take your love across the country again. There's no darkness, no fear, no evil lurking around the corner. There's just you and the man you love more than anything else in the world.

You dot gentle kisses along the expanse of his skin that you can reach without moving, and he squeezes you tighter in response. "Marry me," Aaron breathes out on a sigh. "I'll make it more romantic later, I promise. Just tell me you'll be mine forever."

"Oh, my baby," you murmur. "I already am."

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies @callm3c0nfus3d

[criminalskies]

Hi Rome! I hope you're well 😊

Would you be able to write something about reader constantly trying to snuggle up with Aaron because they just love how warm and affectionate he is with them? They love that only they get to see this side of him and it makes them feel so so special. And Aaron loves the physical contact and the fact that he's not always the one trying to initiate it. He loves that they want him just as much as he wants them<3.

I think Aaron's love language is definitely physical touch once he's comfortable in a relationship ❤️.

Hi Sweetheart! I am so honoured to write this for you. I love this fic so much now!! Also I can only hope this fills the prompt for you <3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader. 

Word Count: 4.7k 

Warnings: Aaron is a nervous MESS. This is enough fluff to kill a family of four. Mentions of sad moments in Aaron’s childhood, also, Jack doesn’t exist here. Not well proof-read.

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When the spark lit the fuse.

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Aaron Hotchner had been in love before, he’d had his fair share of dates in high school with one milkshake and two straws, he’s cared for a handful of people enough to watch over them, offer them his jacket when they looked cold. He’s even been married before, he’s loved someone deeply enough to stand up in front of everyone in both of their lives and devote himself to this person, forever. Of course, it turned out their ‘forever’ was cut short. But in any case, Aaron Hotchner swears up and down that he has been in love before, he’s experienced love before, so why does it all feel so different with you? 

Looking back on all his years of dating and courtship and marriage, he sees now that those were all a more distant kind of love. Touchless. A game of push and pull with very little actual contact ever made. He had a partner, a lover, but never someone by his side. They always moved in sync, but never in tandem. That’s what’s been different with y/n, he supposes. 

It wasn’t an overnight change, for Aaron Hotchner to go from a man who would reach out and hold your hand if the setting was appropriate and you seemed to really need his support. He’s always been shy in showing his affections, particularly in front of those he holds close. Maybe that was his father’s influence, always rousing at him to detach himself from his parents. Even going as far as to send him to boarding school because Aaron was too quick to seek his mother’s comfort for a boy his age. ‘For a man’ As he was so-called. He was fourteen. 

In any case, Aaron’s always been all too careful with when and where he shows his affections. He can’t pinpoint exactly when or where you were able to tear down those deep-seated insecurities and shames of his, but you did it. 

It all goes back to before you even asked Aaron out. That’s right, you asked him. Yet another reason his journey with you has been in stark difference to the dyssynchronous relationships he’d previously held so close, he wasn’t the only one putting himself out there. He wasn’t the only one taking steps to be closer to you, each step he took, he found that you had taken a great stride to meet him in the middle. He had never had someone match him each time he tried to deepen his relationships, let alone to have someone else taking the steps first. 

But,  before you asked him out and changed his way of living and loving forever, you were just a bright spark in Aaron’s dark days. You worked the reception desk at Quantico’s FBI field office, you saw the tired, dreary faces of every agent that walked in and out of the building’s doors morning and night. You took your position very seriously, offering each dreary agent a bright smile as you greet them each day. Aaron couldn’t help but notice you, like a moth to a flame, each morning after peeling himself out of his bed, he would run on autopilot, styling his hair, shaving, picking out a tie, packing himself a sandwich he probably won’t touch for lunch. It was all done without so much as a moment’s consideration, until he reached the tall doors at the front of the building. He suddenly becomes all too aware of the fact that he may have coffee breath, and his hair at the crown of his head is sticking out in every direction as he catches his reflection in the glass. He straightens his tie, smooths down the lapels of his collar and tries desperately to remember how exactly one pulls their mouth into a natural looking smile. Dear god, you make him so frazzled he even forgets how to act like a person. 

All of his efforts to prepare for his fourteen foot walk to the elevator doors are never enough to stop your warm “Good Morning, Agent Hotchner!” from drawing all the air he was once capable of holding in his lungs - out of his mouth, jaw hanging slack where it once sat tightly drawn. He manages to draw in enough air for a rather strangled “g’morning.” as he presses the elevator button. 

He raps his fingers against the handle of his briefcase as he eagerly awaits the metalling pang of his exit strategy arriving. He doesn’t hear you swiftly springing out of your seat and bounding around the desk over to him until he swears he can see the haze of your halo appear in the reflection of the steel doors beside him. He turns to look at you, partly in shock and partly because he really can’t help himself from stealing another look at you at every opportunity. 

“Sorry, Agent. You just have, um. Here. Let me get this.” You lay a warm hand on his chest as you take his tie in your other one, using your nail to try to pick off what must be toothpaste off the sleek black fabric. Aaron feels a churning heat rising from his chest up his pulsepoint on his neck and spreading into his cheeks as attention is brought to the burning sensation of your hand against his hammering heart. 

That was the first of a hundred small moments the two of you shared, in which your hands found a home against Aaron's body and his whole world became set in motion. Of course, he knew deep down that the Earth had been turning for billions of years before your soft hands barely caressed his skin and set his nerve endings on fire. Rationally, he knows that, but it’s like he’s experienced so much in his lifetime, it isn’t until your body makes contact with his own that he begins to feel the world around him. 

It wasn’t long before Aaron began yearning for more of your delicate touches. He still denies to this day that he started planting feathers in his hair or roughing up his tie before setting foot into Quantico each morning. Of course he wouldn’t intentionally smudge some of his morning oatmeal on his lapel so that you would lead him by the arm behind your desk to the sink and dab it out of the fabric for him. The highly regarded, frankly, very busy SSA Aaron Hotchner would never spend time in his parked car scrubbing his rough hands over his own eyebrows, trying to get the long hairs to sit scraggly against his stern brow. That’s just preposterous. Ridiculous. As ridiculous as the way time would come grinding to a halt as you’d set your gaze on the scraggly brows in question, moving your eyes down to look into the swirling pools of chocolate and honey gazing back at you. Aaron would feel the flicker of a thousand nerves lighting up over his scalp as you brush down his angry brows with your thumbs, your other fingertips finding a home on his temples for stability. 

When you finally did ask Aaron out, he was so wonderstruck your bottom lip actually darted out in a sort of tearful pout, thinking he was rejecting you or that you had embarrassed yourself and misread all of his lingering stares and increasingly radiant smiles he cast your way each morning. Thinking you had just imagined the regret in his voice each night he said goodbye, you thought he had been sad to leave you. Wanting to say so much more, but his silence now spoke for itself. You’d been wrong. 

Aaron felt so frozen in his own body as his every impulse to tell you yes, YES, he would love to go out with you died in his throat, suffocated by the sheer volume of joy coursing through him. As your hand fell from the cuff of his coat you had clung to, and your eyes dart to the ground, turning your head away from him, Aaron manages to regain a skerrick of control over his own body, reaching out a hand to wrap around your bicep, turning you back to him as his cheeks warm and begin migrating towards his ears, making his beloved crows feet appear beside his glistening eyes. Yet again, he denies that there were tears at the notion of someone asking him out, of you asking him out after all this time, but you know what really happened. 

“Y/N, nothing would make me happier.” Aaron’s dry mouth finally regains the ability to work normally. You seemed to now be the one standing in a daze, his hold on your clothed arm still sending the same trickles of lightning throughout your body that Aaron had felt through his own before, each time you’d held onto him. 

As one date turned into many, and weeks spent together bled into months, Aaron could feel himself changing. Growing. You had come into his life and taken the wool from his eyes, showing him what a love can be like when the two of you want to foster and nurture it, carrying it between the two of you through your lives, even as it changes and evolves. The two of you aren’t carrying separate entities alone, but instead your hands are intertwined around something beautiful burning between you. 

Aaron didn’t notice some of the more underlying changes in himself, he knew he could feel and see rays of sunshine warming him from within, he didn’t realize the sun was only able to find him because you had dismantled the walls he had built, that were casting him into darkness all of these years. 

Aaron, however, was not the only one to notice these changes. After a rather successful third date, the two of you had planned a fourth. Sadly, a life of chasing serial killers and child abductors and otherwise scummy members of society got in the way, and Aaron had to reschedule you more than a few times before you two lovebirds finally got to go on another date. You were so excited when Friday night finally came around and Aaron had not been called on another case. You wanted desperately to run into the elevator the minute the clock struck five and pull Aaron by his coat out of the office and into the night, but sadly your coworker was running late to relieve you and take over the front desk. Luckily, Aaron was just as eager to meet you, and he felt ten squinting, profiling eyes on his back as he shut his office door at 5:02. He dropped his briefcase between his shoes to pull on his scarf and his coat before his long legs carried him, gliding down the stairs to the bullpen with a hint of a smile gracing his relaxed features. 

“Hotch, I must be seeing things. Are you actually leaving this place on time for once? Is your office on fire? Did you accidentally forward your snarky email to Dave to Strauss by mistake?” Emily was the first to retort, leaning back in her seat and not trying at all to hide her amusement. 

“No, everything’s fine, Strauss’ contact address in my emails is unmistakable. I learned that lesson years ago. I have some… plans tonight. Can’t be late.” Hotch offered Emily a smirk, quirking his eyebrow up towards his hairline as he ran a hand over his tie. A new tie, Morgan notes. 

“Oooooooh no way. Ain’t no way my man has a date tonight! Aight, bossman. Take that fancy new tie of yours and show your friend a good time.” Derek offered a toothy grin, reaching his fist up for Hotch to bump as he breezes past, still not slowing to make conversation. 

Hotch accepts Derek’s fistbump, much to the younger agent’s surprise, he expected his comments to get under Aaron’s skin more than anything. Hotch makes it a rule never to encourage prying into his personal life, but maybe he’s content enough with said personal life to allow a little prying these days. 

Hotch reaches the elevators, pressing the button for Ground Floor as he offers his bewildered team a wave. 

“Goodnight, agents. Please let me find this unit still in one piece on Monday. Remember to lock the doors when you leave, no parties, and no loud music after nine.” Hotch stepped into the open doors with a smile gracing his features and his team was left in what can only be described as shock.  

“Okay, tell me I’m not hallucinating. Did Hotch leave this place willingly, of his own accord, on time, with a smile on his face and jokes? He’s got jokes all of a sudden?” Emily was blinking slowly as if to clear her vision, at the others who all appeared equally stunned by their boss’s sudden change of habits. 

“He has been in a better mood lately, last week when Penelope kept referring to the previous case notes as ‘the tea’ Hotch made no efforts to correct her. The last time she tried referring to an unsub’s criminal record as their ‘bio’ he looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel trying to stay calm asking her not to call it that.” Spencer chimes in. 

“Hold your horses, pretty boy. Go stake out the South windows in the briefing room and see if you can see our happy camper heading out the front door, I gotta go get babygirl to see this. She’ll never believe me otherwise.” Derek bounced away in a jog towards the batcave, retrieving the BAU’s most renowned gossip monger to delight in their boss’s new developments. Meanwhile JJ, Emily and Spencer moved quickly to the window in the round table room. 

Derek and Penelope just made it in time, Derek pushing Penelope to take longer steps, her stilettos the only thing preventing her from sprinting to the window. The front doors of Quantico swung open, six floors down, a large arm holding them open as two heads of hair, tightly embraced, floated out of the tall doorway. The hand holding the doors is revealed to be their boss’s, holding onto his briefcase and shouldering a larger sage green bag, presumably belonging to the individual who’s seen leaning their head on Aaron’s free shoulder. His arm tightly snaked around their waist as their own arm disappeared under the shielded warmth of his long coat, wrapping around his back in a sort of walking embrace. Despite the awkward angle the team has of the couple six floors below them, they look to be talking animatedly as they walk, Penelope squeals as Aaron presses his lips to his lover’s temple leaving a warm kiss against their skin. 

“How- How?! How long has this been happening? Quick. Profilers, profile! What do we know? Who is this mysterious fallen angel in our midst? Oh my god. We have to go to my lair tonight! I have to track down these star crossed lovers and see how compatible they are and oh! My god-” Garcia is cut off by her own gasp as she sees you and Aaron stop by the car, where he puts your bag in the backseat before bending down on his knee and taking your ankle in his hand, guiding your foot to his thigh where he ties your hanging shoelace. You’re still talking, your hands gesticulating wildly as you recall the events of your day to Aaron, who has long since finished tying your shoe, and is now just watching you talk, still pinned down by your foot, he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, even from six storeys up, on the opposite side of the carpark, Emily swears she can see a glimmer in her boss’s eyes as he watches his date talking. The lights on the outside of the building behind you, making you look like an angel to him as your ‘halo’ illuminates the signet of the FBI on the face of the building. 

“So this is why he’s been religiously applying chapstick lately. I thought he was just becoming really sensitive to the wind.” JJ offers, Penelope jumping up and down and clapping her hands together in a silent celebration before clutching her necklace in front of her heart.

“He also changed his haircut this month. I have seen that man enter this office on the first Monday of every month with the same high and tight crew cut for like, three years now. This month he kept the top longer, damn we should have seen right through that.” Emily sounds almost disappointed that the team failed to see the lover effect in full force. 

“Hmm, making it easier to grab onto?” Derek asks with a smirk. “My man.” Penelope’s hand comes up to whack the back of Morgan’s head in retort. Spencer stands, looking bewildered by the comment and by the sudden violence. 

“Wait a minute. Do they work in this building? I know that face.” JJ questions.

“Yes! That’s it, they work at the reception desk! They always say good morning even when it’s technically 12:09pm. The worst time, though, they even said good morning to me at 2:35! Must have been having a long day.” Spencer laughs to himself, the rest of the team not finding his exact timekeeping anywhere near as funny as he seems to. 

“Oh boy, I will have to ask them what bossman’s like on a date tomorrow when I come in. This is too good an opportunity to resist. Maybe we can bribe ‘em with a latte from down the street, babygirl we gotta find out how they like their coffee.” Derek wraps an arm around the blonde, trying to appeal to her pro-level social media snooping skills for assistance. 

“He looks happy, guys, like, lovesick puppy level of happy. Maybe we just leave this alone, let them… come to us when they’re ready?” Garcia offers, sounding surprised at her own voice offering to stay out of someone’s business.  

The others all seem to agree with their chirpiest team member that the only way to let Hotch continue being their happy, joking, playful boss is to make sure this person stays in his life, and the best way to do that is by letting them be. Of course, this won’t stop them all from racing towards the South window the next time Hotch leaves work on time, but he can’t exactly punish them for looking, can he?

Things continue in this fashion for a few weeks, and the team marvels each time at the amount of physical affection their boss is comfortably showing in a semi crowded carpark, bustling with agents coming on and off the clock. He’s become less and less shy about letting his arms find home around your waist each time the two of you stroll out of the building. It isn’t until your ninth date was rescheduled for the second time that the team got to see the two of you up close. Aaron’s team was working around the clock to find the source of a classified information leak in a neighboring bureau department. 

You got off work, your smile falling when you saw a text from Aaron that he was probably not making it out of the office at 5, let alone before dawn the next morning. So, you set off to the chinese takeout place a street away to fetch his team some fuel. You got an assortment of mains, sides, chopsticks and cutlery, and a bag so full of drinks you thought the handles would break, sending eight cans of carbonated sugar to explode against the pavement, spraying everywhere. Luckily, you were able to double bag the contents and successfully bring it back to Quantico and up to the sixth floor. 

The elevator doors opened and it was like setting foot inside a life-sized beehive, agents whizzing past you in all directions, manilla folders being passed around and stacked haphazardly on desks where phones rang and rang with no free hands to answer them.

You manage to weave your way through the hustle and bustle and into the bullpen, where you spin around, looking for any familiar face when you spot Aaron and his team in the conference room, blinds half drawn to occlude the whiteboards from sight through the glass. You knock against the door to the conference room with your knee, not having so much as one finger free to knock on the wood. Your heart is racing with the excitement in the room, though, the agents all seem to be radiating a sort of anxious feeling so potent it feels like the air is thick with TV static. The door swings open, revealing a very wrinkled Aaron standing before you. You feel the sharp, anxious twinkle of the static clearing from before your very eyes like fog meeting sunlight as Aaron looks behind you, looking left and right before he smiles at you and pulls you into the conference room, closing the door.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Are you alright?” Aaron asks you, placing a hand on each of your shoulders and looking at you to study your face. 

“I’m fine, love! I just thought you guys seem so busy, you could use some dinner.” You raise the bags in each of your hands, seeing Aaron’s frown lines fade and his dimple appear in their absence as he and his whole team smile over at you. Aaron takes the bags from your red hands, surprised to find they’re both so heavy as Morgan clears some space on the roundtable for the food. A wave of ‘thank you’s wash over the room as Dave, Penelope, JJ, Emily, Spencer, Derek and even your Aaron all show you their gratitude at the offering of fresh, hot, food on what was bound to be the longest night they’ve worked in months. Aaron pulled you into his side as the team each introduced themselves to you, shaking your hand excitedly as they all failed miserably to hide the fact that they already knew your name and exactly why you’re here. 

You open all the containers of food, explaining all the options you brought and which ones are meat-free for Penelope and offer each agent a drink with a smile, feeling Aaron’s gentle hand resting on the fall of your shoulder as you hand spencer a knife and fork you got specially for him and Aaron asks you if he can get you a plate ready. The team is starstruck, both at your display of kindness and thoughtfulness for every member of his team, and at how comfortably you seem to fit right against your boss. The two of you are practically joined at the hip, each time Hotch asks you a question his hand finds your knee or your arm or your waist to brush over it and get your attention. After a full minute passes of his hands staying away from your body, you move your wheely chair closer to his, looping your hand under and around his bicep, elbow resting on the armrest of his chair as he engages with a conversation with Reid and Dave regarding how exactly the leak of this information stands to gain anything from it. 

Once Aaron’s scarfed down his plate of food, his free arm lays over the back of your seat, curling around your far shoulder and rubbing there as he checks in with you if any of the information you’re hearing has upset you at all. He offers to find some place to sit alone with you if you’re uncomfortable for another ten minutes or so before he has to go back to the investigation. 

Emily and Penelope are sitting at the opposite side of the table, completely in awe as they watch their boss who’s usually known to move almost like a statue, very calculated and still. If he’s undisturbed long enough he can actually often appear as if he’s not even breathing or blinking when he’s hard at work. But here, he moves so naturally with you. The two of you have a way of reassuring one another without a word that you’re there for the other and you’re okay without so much as making eye contact. 

Garcia audibly gasps when you lean in to place your head on the slant of Hotch’s shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment as most of his team is engaged in a conversation about the possibility of a team of people being responsible for the leak when Hotch looks down at you, a smile of unbridled adoration donning his face and he cranes his neck to kiss you on the crown of your head. In front of everyone. In the middle of a meeting about an emergent situation, her boss found enough joy in his heart to smile widely and kiss you, while you’re nuzzling your own smile further into his neck. She never thought she’d see the day her compartmentalizing, dedicated to a self-destructive degree boss actually found someone that loves him so freely and so openly that he’s actually comfortable enough to do the same. 

“Garcia, is everything alright?” Aaron asks, Penelope is ashamed that her audible surprise has dragged the happy couple out of their special moment as both of your eyes are blinking back at her, concerned. 

“Everything is just swell, sir. Couldn’t be better, actually.” Penelope smiles, beaming with pride and eyes darting between the two of you. 

“For the record, Garcia. I agree.” Hotch offers his own proud smile and a wink as his voice lowered to a whisper, half of the team not registering the interaction as Spencer was rapidly scanning seven files at once with the wave of his hand, looking for the exact time logs from the door to the evidence storage facility on the nights in question. 

From that one fateful evening onwards, you became a staple attendee at any and all BAU family functions. The team had loved you from the moment they met you, for you had changed their stoic, slave-to-his-desk boss forever. You had changed him slowly and so kindly that he had seen it happening all around him and still didn’t care to question it. 

The whole team, even the young doctor Reid noticed the difference between Aaron and his past partners compared to you. How when you entered the room, Aaron’s hands would start to seek you, and you’d find him, letting him hold onto you. You knew his past experiences had made him paranoid of losing those he loves, and you don’t mind one bit proving to him that you’re still there. They all noticed how whenever you or Aaron laugh at something the group said, your eyes find each other to see the other smiling, feeling free. They all grew to love seeing the two of you moving in the same spaces, your bodies never falling out of step or losing their harmony. No matter how stressful Hotch’s work gets, you can always find a way to soothe his stresses away, with a hand kneading at his shoulders or a gentle thumb grazing against his cheekbone, your hold cradling his face. You made Aaron feel okay with looking possessive, or small and delicate, or just looking like a man in love. You showed him it’s okay to need reassurances and that he’ll never have to be the only one offering them again. 

You’ve shown him a love that burns so brightly he doesn’t mind loving you publicly or in private, loudly or whispered in a longing ear. Aaron Hotchner loves you freely, without restraint. He loves you on your quiet mornings just as he loves you from behind a karaoke mic at a crowded bar. His love for you grew too fast and too beautiful for him to contain it anymore. He will tell you he loves you in every language he can. Because from the first time the two of you made contact, like flint on steel, there’s been a spark. He’s glad you were brave enough to reach out and take hold of it, the two of you keeping it safe, because now the heat from that flame keeps you both warm even on the coldest nights.

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[hotchs-big-hands]

Hehe saw this on Pinterest and got inspired. A lil spicy so 18+ only, minors DNI. No pronouns used for reader so it’s gender neutral! And also I always imagine reader as plus size so 💅

It’s giving live-in nanny!reader where after almost a year of taking care of Jack and, by extension whenever he comes home; Mr Hotchner, you’ve developed strong feelings for him. But what you don’t know is he’s fallen completely in love with you in return. It all comes flooding in when he returns home from a particularly awful case late at night, but you’re still awake and meet him at the door with a soft smile. And when you see the pure exhaustion and drain on his face you simply pull him inside gently and lock the door, turn back to him and open your arms.

“Come here.”

And Mr Hotchner melts into your plush arms, clinging onto you tightly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You say nothing else, just hold him close and silently reassure him you’re here for him. The embrace breaks eventually and you tell him to take off his jacket and shoes, loosen his tie a little while you heat up his dinner for him you’d made earlier. It’s so… domestic and it makes his heart ache and yearn for you overwhelmingly more than ever.

He’s barely shedded his jacket off and toed his shoes at the door before his mind is set and he rushes after you. Hearing his rapidly approaching footsteps, you turn and tilt your head in question but gasp when his large hands cup your face and he gazes into your eyes.

“I…” he’s conflicted. Your hands come to rest over the top of his, thumbs rubbing the back of them. He swallows. “I’m sorry, this isn��t appropriate. I-“

You cut him off with a kiss and his eyes flutter shut as he immediately reciprocates. You’d wanted this for so long, hoped he felt the same was you do for him, to finally feel his touch. He pulls away and you note his pupils are dilated, then he carefully walks you back until you hit a wall and he kisses you again. This one is more intense, hungry and desperate and his hands leave your face, only to grasp your wrists and pin your arms up to the sides of your head whilst his lips travel down your jaw and neck.

“I’m sorry I… I have feelings for you.” He murmurs into your skin and you gasp out and smile. He hums as he sucks on your neck when you utter out about your own feelings for him and you could swear you feel his lips curl into a smile.

“B-but your dinner-!” You gasp out and he huffs, pressing his knee between your legs.

“Fuck dinner, it can wait. I’d rather have you.”

[luveline]

hotch baby blurb about the other members of the bau figuring out they’re dating/nearly dating,, reader as a bau member maybe and like he’s just a bit more protective on cases, always watching her and things, or letting her ride shotgun in the car, or bringing her coffee,, you’re a fantastic writer and i have a burning love for aaron hotchner <3

Thank you, and thank you for requesting lovely!!

It's Aaron's fault that the team find out. It happens on a case. Serial killer, Philadelphia, three days and counting. You don't share a hotel room, you haven't kissed in two days and sixteen hours, and you're honestly going a little crazy. You call shotgun and he drives. Emily and Morgan trade theories in the seat behind. 

"It's clearly psycho sexual," Morgan says. 

"And clearly a white male," Emily adds. 

"The sophistication–" You begin. 

"Clearly older. Late 40's." 

You glares at him playfully, too playfully considering you're in company of your colleagues, but he's getting too big for his boots — he's admitted that he cuts you off because he knows it irks you and that he likes how your brows pinch together when you're mad. He's flirting with you, and he isn't as casual as he thinks he is.

"You're so rude," you lament. You shouldn't, but Emily and Morgan are still talking. 

"Were you saying something?" he asks.

"False apology doesn't suit you, Hotchner–" 

"Mm, and what does?" 

Your lips part in shock. "Hotch." 

He laughs, and it's his fault; he laughs, and Emily and Morgan fall silent. You're about to clear your throat and reinstate the professionalism you're both sorely lacking but Aaron has not gotten the memo, he reaches across the console, his hand drops onto your knee, and he squeezes it like he always does when you're haunting his passenger seat outside of work. 

It's too bad you are not outside of work. 

"Oh, handsome," you murmur, pitying.

Funnily, it's your use of a pet name that snaps him out of it. He stills completely, eyes glued to the road, and slowly, slowly, removes his hand. 

"...Garcia owes me so much money," Morgan says jovially. 

You're so relieved that it isn't you (you'd both thought, undoubtedly, that you'd be the one to give it away, because Aaron is usually an impassive wall of stone) that you can't find it in yourself to be generous. 

"It wasn't me," you gloat, tone light with awe. "I can't believe it wasn't me. What did you say to me? You said–" 

"I know what I said, Agent." There's a slight hint of hoarseness to his chiding. 

"Don't be shy, Hotch," Emily says. "We're all friends here." 

"Some of us a little more than that," Morgan adds. Their amusement is crystal clear. 

Aaron clenches his jaw. You reach right on over and stroke his tensed muscle, because the cat is out of the bag. You worry for a moment, and then his lips quirk up into a reluctant smile. 

"I can't believe it was me," he says. You pat his cheek. 

[blue-babygirl]

Pizzas and Stargazing

Pairing: Reader x Aaron Hotchner + Jack Attack

Type: Fluff

Description: After a three-day mandatory leave and a trip home to your family, you finally get to have a date night with your man.

Word count: 2.4K

Note: just a very well-deserved mention to my beloved Romie @criminalskies . You are the most amazing person ever and thank you for helping me review these fics. <3

“Y/n. My office. Now please.”

You look up from your computer to Aaron outside his office as the rest of the team looks at you. You give him a quick nod and save the documents you were working on as the team questions why you are being called to the ‘principal’s office’.

“I don’t know.” You shrug at them, truly clueless as to why you were called in. As you make your way to his office, you notice that his blinds are drawn. You give a quick knock before going in. “Everything okay?”

“Lock the door please.” Aaron says as he stands by his desk. You do as you are told and as you turn around to look at him, you are surprised to see him waiting with his arms open with an invitation for a hug.

You don’t let the surprise stop you from practically barreling yourself into his arms for the hug. You snuggle your face into his chest and give him a tight squeeze.

“Are you okay?” You peer up at him, letting your chin rest on his chest as he plays with your hair.

“Mhm. You washed your hair today.” Aaron kisses your forehead as he says this. “How was family time?”

“I did wash my hair today.” You give him an amused smile. “And you know exactly how family time was, I was updating you over call every few hours.”

“Your hair is always softer a few hours after you wash it.” Aaron nuzzles his face into your hair, as if to emphasize his words.

You blush and press your face into his chest as you feel him kiss your neck, making him chuckle. The two of you stand there in each other’s embrace for a few more minutes, just basking in the other’s presence after the three-day mandatory leave.

Suddenly Aaron pulls back slightly, removing his face from your shoulder and placing his head on top of yours.

“Are you free tonight?” He looks down at you, pecking your forehead as he waits for your response.

“Baby, when I’m ever not free for you?” You grin at him as he scoffs jokingly.

“Let me think…when you have girl’s night? When you are helping Derek with the restoration? When you are out with, like, any of the girls? When you-”

“Okay!” You kiss him to cut him off. “I was just trying to be cheesy, jeez!”

Aaron grins at you before pulling you into another kiss. You giggle and peck his lips before pulling away, now curious as to why he asked.

“So? Why do you ask Agent Hotchner?” You mimic a professional tone as if you were working. Which to be honest, you are supposed to be doing right now, not hug your boyfriend in his office, practically cuddling.

“Well, Agent L/n,” Aaron exaggerates in the same professional tone, playing along, “if you must know, I was hoping to take my girlfriend out tonight and needed to know if she was free.”

You grin at him as he smiles at you before suddenly, your bubble is broken by the ringing of his phone. Both of you sigh as you pull away to let Aaron get his phone and answer the call. Aaron holds you to his side as he talks to who appears to be ‘Cherlyn’. You see him frown as he agrees to…something...and move your hand to smooth out his frown lines, making him smile at you.

“What is it?” You ask as soon as he puts down his phone, making him sigh.

“We might have to reschedule going out. That was Manny’s mom. Jack was supposed to have a sleepover at his place tonight, but they are going to have to reschedule.” Aaron sighs as he hugs you close.

“So? We can just take Jack with us.” You shrug as you snuggle into him.

You look up when you feel him stop playing with your hair you, which you just now noticed that he was even doing. He is looking down at you surprised, making you raise your brows at him before grabbing his hand and making his hand comb through your hair.

“You sure you want to take Jack along?” Aaron questions as he takes the queue and starts playing with your hair again.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” You furrow your brows in confusion at his question.

“I…I don’t really know. I just wanted to make sure that you wanted to take Jack with us.”

You kiss him, holding him close by the lapels his suit jacket, before pulling away to reassure him that you definitely wanted to take Jack with you. Just as he pulled you in for another sweet kiss, a knock echoed through the room, followed by JJ’s voice, making you pull away with a huff.

“Later baby.” Aaron kisses your cheek as you get sorted and make sure you look professional enough to go back out.

You open the door to a grinning JJ making you shake your head as you go back to your desk. Derek and Emily try to interrogate you about why Hotch had called you into his office and if it was for work or for other stuff. You wave them off, saying that it was work and just a check-in to see how my mandatory leave was. They continue pestering you a bit more before stopping when Dave tells them off.

Later, just as you come back from Garcia’s office after getting her help with something in the file you are working on, you see a text from Aaron on your personal phone.

Be ready by 7. Dress super comfy.

You smile as you text him back. Bring me a hoodie. You look at his office window to see him smiling at his phone before shaking his head. You grin, giddy about whatever Aaron has planned, as you get back to work with more vigor to get done as soon as possible so you can get on with your date.

You clean up and get ready to leave as soon as you are done, not planning on staying back to see the faces of the team when Hotch leaves early. You know that their reactions will be hilarious but making cookies for your boys and their happiness will be worth it in comparison.

You make your way to Hotch’s office to give in your files, making Derek and Emily question you about your plans since you are already done with work. You ignore them, giggling as you get into Hotch’s office, giving him the files before asking if you could leave.

“On one condition.” Aaron says in a stern voice, continuing when you raise your eyebrows in question. “Give me a kiss and you can go.”

You laugh out loud at that before moving around his desk to give him a kiss. Just as you go to pull away, Aaron pulls you in again, deepening the kiss this time before letting you go.

“See you at seven Agent Hotchner.” You grin as you blow him a kiss before leaving his office.

Derek and Emily tease you a bit as you get your things, singing the kissing song making you chuckle. You wish them a goodbye before making your way to the elevators. The last thing you hear as the glass doors close behind you is Reid questioning someone about what song Derek and Emily were singing making you laugh out loud.

As you get home, you are buzzing with excitement and anticipation as you put on some music before going into the kitchen to start the cookies. You use the cookie dough you bought on your last grocery run, making some nutella filled cookies and topping some with m&ms. You pop them in the oven, setting a timer according to the instructions on the cookie dough container.

You check the time before making your way to the shower. A quick shower and a change of clothes later, you get the cookies out of the oven, leaving them out to cool down while you lay on the couch, almost falling asleep, as you wait for Aaron to get here.

A phone call from Aaron that he is downstairs later, you pack up the cookies and make your way down after locking up your apartment. You grin and literally run when you see Aaron’s car parked near the entrance.

You open the back door, jumping in as you greet the boys in the front, grinning at the happy smile and excited shout you get at the mention of cookies.

“So? What’s the plan?” You ask, leaning ahead and across the middle console at the front.

“Can I tell her daddy?” Jack asks, practically jumping in his seat as you both turn to Aaron.

“Go ahead buddy.” Aaron chuckles. You peck his cheek before turning your attention to the little Hotchner.

“We are gonna get pizza! And we’re gonna go to a waterfall and stargaze! We are gonna go to the wildlife park I went to on Sunday from school!” Jack tells you excitedly and you go along with the same level of genuine excitement.

The rest of the car ride is spent with you chatting with the boys about their time together while you were away, as if you didn’t already know about most of it, and playing car games with them as you get the pizza and some drinks before getting to your destination. Aaron drives the car to a spot on the cliff, right above the waterfall, before putting the car in park.

“Alright guys,” Aaron turns in his seat to better face you and Jack, “we are going to collapse the seats in the back and open the trunk door so that it’s one big open space for us to eat. Jack, hold onto the drinks and pizza. You have to make sure not to drop the food or drinks. Okay?”

“Aye, aye captain!” Jack gives Aaron a mock salute as he takes the food and drinks, making the two of you chuckle.

“And y/n, you are going to have to get out of the car and help me collapse the seat. But first, put on the hoodie.” Aaron hands you a maroon hoodie.

“Aye, aye captain!” You mimic Jack and give Aaron a mock salute as you take the hoodie, making Jack break into a fit of giggles.

You quickly put on the hoodie before joining Aaron outside and helping him collapse the seats, throwing around the pillows and blankets to make it comfier. You help Jack move to the back while Aaron gets settled in.

The next hour is spent in a blissful state of laughter, good food and a game of Jenga. You take a moment to just absorb the happiness surrounding you, just glad to have this, have the Hotchner boys in your life and so close to your heart.

That’s when you realize, you really do love them. You realize that you want to spend the rest of your life like this with this little family. But it also scares you because this is the first time you have genuinely felt this much love for someone, let alone two people. Of course, you love your biological family, but not nearly as much as you love your family at the BAU. But even that doesn’t compete to the love you are feeling right now for your boys.

I wish I could just stay in this moment for forever. You grin up at Aaron as he kisses your cheek with a smile, pulling you and Jack in for a quick hug.

“We should go look at the stars now.” You mumble into the hug before pulling away to look out at the sky.

“Wowww…” Jack gets out of the car as he looks at the sky with you.

Being in a forest-covered area has its perks. One of them is that there is practically zero light pollution so you can see the millions of stars in the sky above you.

You see Aaron get out of the car and laying down a blanket and a few pillows before sitting down and calling you and Jack over to lay down with him. You lay down with Jack in between you and Aaron as you look at the sky, completely mesmerized by the view.

When you turn your head to look at Aaron, you see him staring at you with a soft smile, making you blush slightly. You quickly peck his lips over Jacks head, mumbling about how he should be looking up at the stars.

“But you are my brightest star. There’s no other star I would rather look at.” Aaron smiles at you and you can see the genuineness in his eyes.

You give him a smile before pulling him in for a sweet, passionate kiss, wanting him to know just how much you love him because you literally can’t put your love into words. You just love him so much.

Aaron kisses you back with just as much vigor before you pull away to get a breath of air. Both of you breath a little heavy as you smile at each other. You look down at Jack to see him blissfully asleep.

“We should get him back home.” You play with Jack’s hair softly as Aaron agrees. “I’ll get him to the car. Should I lay him in the back seat?”

“If you can wait a few minutes, let me just get the seats back up, I don’t want him without a seatbelt.” Aaron says as he gets up. You give him a quick nod as you continue playing with Jack’s hair.

Fifteen minutes later, you are all set in the car and on your way back to your apartment. You bask in the comfortable silence beside Aaron, playing with the fingers of his free hand in your lap.

You give Jack a quick kiss on the forehead and an ‘I love you’ as you get out of the car at your apartment building before closing the door and turning to Aaron and almost falling into his open arms for a hug. You kiss him goodbye and go into your apartment building with a last ‘I love you’.

As soon as you get into your apartment, you move to your living room balcony to wave Aaron goodbye, receiving a flying kiss before he leaves. You move to your bedroom, falling back on your bed with a sigh and wishing you were in another bed instead, next to Aaron.

Your last thought before you succumb to sleep? I hope I get to marry him.

[zvdvdlvr]

Your Hotchner blurbs are so fantastic I've read them all twice now! I was wondering if you have any thoughts on hotch collecting his drunk girlfriend from the bar? Xoxo

you’re so sweet, angel!! thanks for the love :)

— The One with all the Alcohal (and Jack)

“Honey?” Aaron asked, holding the phone up to his ear.

He heard high-pitched giggling in the background and knew it had to be something relating to you.

“Tell him I love him!” He heard your voice say, quiet im contrast to the voice that crackled through the phone next.

“You need to come pick y/n up,” your friend said, laughing at something.

“Yeah I’m- I’m on my way. What’s the address?”

“Hi Aaron!” You called. “I miss you, baby. Like, a lot. Almost as much as the… what’s that book you used to read to Jack?”

“I love you to the moon and back,” Aaron answered, opening the door for his son to climb into the vehicle, repeating the address your friend gave him in his head.

You giggled on the other line. “I love you more,” you said.

Aaron shook his head and smiled. “You ready, buddy?” He asked Jack.

Jack nodded. “Can i say hi to y/n?”

Aaron nodded. “Y/n, honey. Jack wants to say hi.” He handed the phone to Jack and climbed into the front seat.

“Hi, y/n/n!” Jack greeted cheerily.

Aaron started up the car and peeled out of the driveway. “Tell her we’re on the way.”

“Daddy says to tell you we’re on the way,” Jack repeated. Aaron heard you talking to Jack and then Jack’s little giggle. “Do you really think he will?”

Aaron looked at his boy through the mirror and couldn’t help but soften at the way he kicked his feet in excitement to talk to you- to go pick you up. The ring in Aaron’s desk had been heavy on his mind as of late. “Tell y/n we’re almost there, kiddo.”

Jack did as he was told and kept up the comversation. “I miss you too! Do you think you and Daddy can make some french toast tomorrow? Actually… can you make it for me? You make it better than Daddy. He burns it.”

Aaron heard you laugh through the phone and heard you say something that sounded like “I’d love to, Jackie-boy.”

Aaron pulled up to the bar your friend had said you were at. “Okay buddy. You keep talkin’ to y/n. I’m gonna lock the doors. I want you to wait until I knock on the door to unlock them, okay?”

Jack nodded. “Daddy’s coming in to get you,” he said as Aaron handed him the car keys.

Aaron kisses Jack’s head before shutting the door and hearing Jack lock the door.

— 🧠

Pushing through the sweaty, lewdly dresses bodies, Aaron was glad he made sure Jack stayed in the car. Luckily, Aaron was tall enough to see over most of the heads of people getting hammered.

Then he heard a laugh. It was most definitely your laugh. He pushed through even more people wondering how many people could possible fit under one roof.

“Y/n,” Aaron sighed in relief to himself. You were sitting at the bar, still talking to Jack; your girlfriends taking down shots by the second. Damn.

“Hey, you,” Aaron greeted, a hand on your shoulder. You turned and faced your boyfriend, not recognizing his voice.

“Aaron!” You squealed lunging from your chair into his arms, phone discarded on the bar.

Your boyfriend smiled. “Hi, honey.” Rubbing your back as you clung to him, fingers fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. Aaron reached for the phone. “Hey Jack. We’ll be out in a second, buddy. Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah!” The little boy answered, growing antsy.

Aaron hung up the phone and tucked it into his back pocket. “You ready to go, sweetheart?” He asked, turning his attention to you.

“Yeah, A. I-“ you paused and looked up. “Where’s Jack?”

“He’s in the car-“

“Ohmygoodness Aaron. You can’t leave him in there! He might get kidnapped! He’s- Aaron he’s too cute and sweet to get kidnapped. We gotta go make sure he’s safe,” you blubbered, emotional over the fact that Jack’s all alone.

“Okay, honey. Whatever you want,” Aaron said, guiding you through the crowd. Secretly, Aaron felt his heart swell at every interaction you had with Jack; he’d never really seen someone other than Hayley dote on him and love him like their own flesh and blood. Aaron had even asked Jack what he thought Aaron should do. Aaron remembered Jack looking up from his Captain America coloring book and his little voice saying “I won’t be upset if she’s gonna be my new mommy”. That really struck a chord for Aaron.

“Be careful, honey,” Aaron said, wrapping his arm around you waist to ensure you didn’t fall on the sidewalk.

“You know,” you began, liquor destroying any kimd of self control you still had left. “You’re way too good for me. You an’ Jack… both are the best things that’ve ever happened to me.”

Aaron stopped and swept you off your feet, delighting in the giggle you let out and the way you clung to him just a little bit tighter. “If anything… you’re too good for me, y/n. The way you love Jack as your own, make sure I get abreality check when I need one… the way you love us… you’re too good for me, honey.” Aaron said.

But you didn’t hear a single word because you were too busy admiring Aaron’s features, lightly brushing a pointer finger across his features. “Wow,” you breathed.

That made Aaron chuckle. “Hold on, honey. I gotta have Jack unlock the door.”

You didn’t really hear that either, still giving Aaron that star-struck look you do so well.

And then you heard Jack’s happy voice say hi.

Aaron didn’t say anything as he drove home. He had his hand on your thigh to make sure you didn’t move around too much, but was quiet. He listened to you talk with Jack and how involved in the conversation you were, even if he was just a little kid. Your kindness and passion would always knock the wind out of Aaron’s lungs- in a good way.

Just as he had ushered Jack inside the house and gotten you onto your feet, you had yawned and all but melted into Aaron’s side.

“Come here, honey,” Aaron cooed, picking you up bridal style. You relaxed in his arms, even if your pretty dress was growing increasingly uncomfortable by the minute.

“Jack, buddy, I’m gonna help y/n take off her makeup and get her all tucked in before reading your story,” the father explained to his son.

Even though you couldn’t really keep your eyes open, you knew Aaron was doing your skincare routine right because of how observant and thoughtful he is.

And then, when Aaron tucked you into his (!!) bed, he kissed your forehead, believing you to be asleep. “I’ll be right back, honey. I love you,” he whispered, pulling away to watch you curl up and get comfortable in his (!!!!!!) bed.

A sleepy smile painted your face as he padded out of the room: you heard him drop the ‘L bomb’.

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

The Dimple

Warnings: Mentions of a rough case but nothing in detail, fluff, not proofread, I think that's all 🫶.

Word count: 851

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

A/n: I need to kiss his dimple so this was created 🥹🫶.

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You and Aaron are sitting on the couch and you're watching a funny movie before bed. You both just got home from a rough case and thought it might be nice to try distracting yourselves with something funny instead of going straight to bed to fall asleep in a bad mood.

Aaron has you tucked into his side with an arm wrapped around you and you can't help but let your gaze drift to his gorgeous face every few minutes. He's tired. You both are. It's expected after dealing with everything you experience at work. Sometimes you just need a good laugh after such a hard case. It had lasted for a week and drained the entire team. Aaron gave you all the next couple of days off and everyone was grateful for the extra time at home.

You hear the beautiful sound of Aaron's laugh fill your ears and you feel the way it vibrates through him and makes his belly and chest move. You look over at him again and smile. You see his dimple making an appearance as he continues to laugh and smile at the film. Leaning forward slightly, you press your lips to the little indent in his cheek leaving a soft and chaste kiss there.

Aaron turns his head and smiles even bigger at you, his eyes nearly disappear from how big his grin is. He places a short kiss to your lips and turns his head back to watch the screen again.

Another ten minutes or so go by and the same thing happens again. You hear him laughing and see that dimple and you can't stop yourself from kissing it again. You always kiss it when it shows up on his face, as long as the time and place is appropriate for cheek kisses.

This continues throughout the rest of the movie and seemingly goes unnoticed by Aaron. That is, until the film comes to an end and he turns the television off before turning to look at you again.

"Y/n, why do you always kiss my cheek like that? Always the same exact place. You did it at least 20 times during the movie." His voice is soft, it's not like he's being accusatory. You can hear the genuine curiosity in his voice when he asks you this. For some reason it makes you feel a little shy or embarrassed and your face grows red and you start to fiddle with the shirt he's wearing.

"I don't know. It's just a habit I guess. I like doing it." You give him a small shrug as you avoid making eye contact and instead choose to focus on the shirt and where you're messing with it.

"Don't do that. Don't only tell me half of what you're thinking. You know I know your tells. There's no point in trying to hide." His voice is still soft but he's serious. He's right. You're not telling him all of it and you both know it.

You sigh a little, part of how you admit defeat. "It might sound stupid or silly but I just love that dimple, Aaron. Whenever you have that stunning smile on your face I see that adorable dimple and I can't help but kiss it. I love seeing you happy and I love seeing your dimple." You look at his face now and he has the softest look in his eyes. His gentle expression. He kisses your forehead and wraps his arm around you tighter.

"You didn't need to be embarrassed about that, Honey. And it's not stupid and it doesn't sound silly. It's…cute. Sweet. Like you. I just didn't know you liked my dimple so much." He smiles again and there it is. That damn dimple that just makes your heart flutter every single time. You kiss it again and now his smile takes over his entire face as he chuckles a little and you blush. You can't help but get shy again now that he knows about it.

"I love you so much, y/n. You're such a sweetheart. Tough in the field but soft and sweet at home." You giggle a little at his words because he also just described himself. "Aaron, you know that's a description of you as well, right?" He nods a little and squeezes you tighter. "Yes, I know. But I have to be. Otherwise I'd be having cheek kisses all day at work and we can't let the team see that, now can we? They can't know that I'm secretly your lovey little sweetheart. Only you and Jack know that." Your giggle graces his ears again and now his heart flutters. This is also true. He is a soft sweet guy at home but the team would tease him to no end if they knew about it. He's comfortable with admitting it to you but that's about it. And you're fine with it, really. It means it's just for you and it feels special that only you get to see this part of him. With the exception of little Jack bug, of course.

[strawbeerossi]

Warmth

Pairing: Gn!Reader x Aaron Hotchner

Description: When you end up leaving your winter clothes at home before leaving for a case in Alaska, you’re convinced you’re gonna freeze to death. Thank god for Aaron.

Content Warnings/Other: Course language, case matter (nothing specific), tooth rotting fluff, mutual pining, little bit of awkwardness, a nice cuddle session in the end for the ole razzle dazzle

Word Count: 1.7K

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Fulfilling a request for my beloved @cr1minalskies, I hope you enjoy sweetie. 💐 I did change a few things up, however I still think I captured what you were looking for!

A/N: Also it’s my first gender neutral fic! I’m gonna try and do more Gn!reader and male!reader fics as well to branch out from my typical fem!reader

PS: This wasn't proofread, I just let my heart guide my fingers in writing this. Sorry if it's rough

How did you manage to forget a jacket? You knew that you were going to Alaska for a case and you knew damn well that the weather conditions would call for temperatures cold enough to turn you into an ice pop. It should’ve been something that was triple checked for; a jacket, a beanie, a sweater, a scarf, mittens, anything to combat the freezing temps.

Instead, here you were, arms pulled into your shirt as your bare arms were hugging your torso, trying to use your own body heat to bring warmth to your limbs.

Aaron had quizzed you on what you packed in your go-bag the previous night when you were being called in to go over the case at hand. You were confident to say that you were all set and packed enough warm garments to keep you toasty for a month straight.

What a big liar you were. It wasn’t that you purposefully chose to be freezing to the point where you felt your fingers were going to fall off, you just managed to grab the wrong bag out of your closet.

You strived yourself on having one bag for warmer weather and one for colder weather that you claimed to have labeled and ready for any last minute cases. 

Weren’t you surprised when you pulled out a pair of shorts this morning, which ultimately led to you throwing every article of clothing out of their rightful spots in search of your sweater. 

The end was near, that was all you knew. This weather wasn’t easy, especially due to it being mid-December. There was fresh snow blanketing the grass, the impending snowfall giving a harsher chill to the air.

You always thought that you’d be taken out by an unsub in the line of duty, an honorable death that had meaning.. What cruel fate to know that it was going to end with you being a popsicle instead.

With a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you were currently standing in the middle of the police precinct. You fiercely denied any kind of jacket from your work colleagues, even if Derek was trying to force his coat on you to cease the incessant chattering of your teeth.

Last thing you needed was for them to be frozen just because they were hellbent on helping you. That would just leave plenty of guilt on your end.

Aaron had taken notice of you earlier in the day though, his eyes fixated on your chattering teeth, blue lips, and rosy cheeks. You were freezing, so bad that you were shaking in your boots and yet you kept refusing jackets, even Spencer’s purple scarf that he’d never share under any other circumstances.

He’d finally had enough though when your nose was almost as red as Rudolph’s. 

“As useful as you’d be navigating us through a winter storm,” Aaron began, a play on the old reindeer tale as he was taking off his puffer jacket and placing it on your shoulders. Unlike the others though, he held the coat in place while you tried fighting him on it.

“Please take it. I don’t need an agent in the hospital with pneumonia.” He stated in a simple tone. He may have had a hard exterior with a tough demeanor, however he wasn’t heartless and about to let anyone freeze.

However with the harsh cold outside, it was his turn to shiver. He knew he couldn’t go for a few days without a jacket, especially knowing this case could last days, maybe even a week because of how deep this damn lead was buried. 

So, he’d managed to slip away in the middle of the day, en route to one of the shops in town where he could get a jacket. However, this jacket was for himself. As much as he loved his thick jacket, he would have to admit that you looked much better in it. 

When he caught up to the team again, he acted as if nothing changed, even if you were paying attention to his new jacket, your heart dropping. You knew he’d end up freezing and here you were, selfishly wearing his jacket while he went out to buy a new one. 

You felt like an ass, your brain not being fair by not reminding you that Aaron forced the coat onto your shoulders and how he practically begged you to wear it in order to avoid you getting sick.

Later in the night, you were gonna make it a point to go talk to Aaron, to return the jacket and tell him that you’d reimburse him the money for the jacket he’d gotten. 

“Going to your boyfriend’s room, Y/N?” The words made you scoff, turning your head while making an obscene hand gesture at Derek. “Fuck off, man. I’m just going to return his jacket.” You huffed, unable to help the heat rising in your cheeks. 

He was your boss and one of your close friends, although you knew that some part of you yearned to see Aaron in a less professional setting and a more intimate one. There was a delusional part of you that assumed that he’d reciprocate those feelings, that he’d want to be with you and give his all to you. 

Vulnerability wasn’t easy for Aaron nor was it easy for you. The walls you both had up seemed impenetrable, even the toughest equipment not being able to knock them down.

That was what killed the hope of anything serious happening between you both. He was your boss anyway, you figured it’d be an HR nightmare in regards to filling out paperwork, fighting transfers, the lot of it.

After a brief knock against the hotel door, you let your hands hold the jacket close to your chest. Even in the hotel, it was freezing. You had on some sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt and yet you were still shaking, the socks on your feet not doing anything to shield your feet from the freezing tile floor. 

Why did it have to be Alaska? It could’ve been in Florida, or maybe even Texas. At least in those states, you wouldn’t be freezing to death. You’d opt for extreme heat to combat the chill.

You were being taken out of your thoughts as soon as you heard two locks clicking and the door opening. What was behind the door though had your eyes nearly bulging out of your sockets. This man was shirtless with pajama pants that hung low on his hips. 

“How haven’t you frozen to death yet?” You asked, dumbfounded. You were covered head to toe and you were freezing but this man didn’t have a shirt nor socks and he seemed comfortable.

“You’re being dramatic, Y/N. It isn’t bad inside the hotel at all.” He commented, the normal stoic expression being broken by a lopsided smile. “You wouldn’t find me like this outside though.” He chuckled, now stepping out of your way as an invitation to come into his room.

“What are you doing up? Not that I don’t mind talking to you, you just seemed exhausted.” 

“Well, I uh.. I wanted to return your jacket. I noticed you went out and bought a new one, it bothered me to know that I made you freeze while I was comfortable.”

The words had his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I offered you my jacket because it bothered me that you looked like you were locked in a meat locker. I’d say we are even, hmm?”

“Aaron,” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I just want to return it.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“What?’

“You look better in it than me. I couldn’t wear it around the team again without them telling me that I don’t look near as good as you.” 

The words made your heart beat rapidly in your chest. He thought you looked good in his jacket?

“Y/N, I’m serious. Keep it. It fits you nicely and I know for a fact that you’ll be warm. I won’t have to worry about you not having anything warm either.” Aaron had offered a smile before watching as you hugged the jacket without realizing, looking like you were going to faint. 

“I don’t mean to be forward,” Those words made you feel like you were going to puke. “But I was just about to relax for the night. Wanna watch a movie with me?”

This was a dream. You’re dreaming. Aaron Hotchner asked you to spend time with him. One on one.

“Sure!” You said quickly while clearing your throat soon after. Smooth like crunchy peanut butter. “I mean, yeah. I would love to. I am freezing in my room anyway and yours seems warmer..” 

The black jacket was being placed on the nightstand in the room while you approached the bed to sit down, Aaron nodding as he was seated beside you. “I’m sure it’s because my room is warmer.” There was a hint of teasing in his tone while he leaned against the headboard, holding up the blanket for you. 

The minute that you were crawling beside him, you could already feel a warmth radiating from his bare skin. 

Suddenly, you weren’t shaking from the air anymore. Your cheeks were pink, your hands on your lap as you stayed put beside Aaron. This seemed asinine. You never pictured him being the type to ask for company on a whim. If you were honest, you always assumed he’d be asking people to leave him alone instead.

It seemed silly because you’d known him for years now, however it felt like meeting him all over again. You awkwardly sat, gaze on the small television that was on some random channel just to fill in the silence. 

“Y/N? You alright?” There was that concerned tone again. “I’m okay! Just.. Cold.” You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck, gaze falling on your close friend on the team as he was offering a small smile, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders. “Well, you can get a little closer, if you want. I really don’t mind. I’ve been told that I’m like a human furnace.”

Well, he was hot, kept you very warm, and he was able to make you comfortable. Maybe that really was the case. “You’re sure it’s not weird?” Although your body was already leaning against his, your head was unable to help itself as it rested against his shoulder.

“Not weird at all.”  

[moonlightspencie]

“why are you looking at me like that?” : “i don’t know what you’re talking about” // hotch. as a treat. to me.

he is babygirl. he’s an angel. he’s a little wet mouse. he’s a grizzly bear. he’s he

pairing: aaron hotchner x gn!reader

warnings: none

send valentine’s day drabbles

It was obvious. Painfully obvious. And he totally thought he was getting away with it.

Sitting around on the jet coming back home from a case, much of the team was asleep. Though, they’d noticed on this case. And the last one. And the one before that: Hotch had it bad.

The singular person who didn’t seem to notice was you.

You sat by the window, looking out over the cloudy sky as you zoomed through the air back home. Everyone else was either sleeping or lost in their own world. Except for Hotch. He sat down in front of you, pushing a mug of your favorite tea towards you.

You smiled when you saw it, then you smiled at him.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, picking it up and sipping at the still-too-hot liquid.

“Any time,” he replied, even quieter with a small smile in return. Only he didn’t look away.

After a moment of staring out the window again, now with a warm mug in your hands, you looked back at him. Your smile only spread when you saw that dopey look on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked softly.

His eyes widened briefly as he finally looked away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled, looking uncharacteristically shy.

Finally, even you figured it out. Your heart beat a little faster at the idea, and you bit back a grin. You fell silent for a minute, then glanced back at him.

“It’s okay. I stare sometimes, too, when you’re not paying attention.”

The ghost of a smile hit his lips.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's another intentionally suggestive Hotch x gn!reader scene!

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“Oh my god,” Aaron groans, voice muffled by the pillow his face is pressed into. “Don’t stop, baby, please.”

You bend at the waist to kiss the spot just behind his ear and murmur, “Yeah? Feels good?”

“That feels fucking incredible,” he affirms with another groan that reverberates through your body from the point where your hips meet. “What are you even doing back there?”

With a giggle, you mold your hands down his muscular back and explain, “It’s called petrissage, love. Part of my spa day was learning how to give a proper massage.”

“Emily got you that gift certificate for your birthday, right?”

“Mhm,” you hum, your fingers now trailing along the taut cords of muscle that make up his shoulders, the tension practically melting away beneath your touch.

“Remind me to give her a raise.”

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༻¨*:· 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 you need aaron, he's there for you as soon as he can be

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 aaron hotchner x gn!reader (no use of gendered descriptions) 𖦹 implied that reader is shorter than hotch𖦹 aaron hotchner, the man you are 𖦹 guys... new hyperfixation 𖦹 hes so cute 𖦹 fluff☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎

༻¨*:· words ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 789

"Hotch?" You softly sob into the phone.

"L/n? What are you doing up so late?" His tone was nothing but stern, and it only encouraged the tears.

"Sorry, I just," Your words are interrupted by a small hiccup, "I just— Hotch, I'm sad."

His frown deepens, "I'm sorry. Is there," He takes a deep breath, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Come over?" 

And the plea in your voice makes him weak, and suddenly, he's throwing on a shirt and running to grab his keys. He doesn't even realize he's hung up the phone.

You cry harder at the sound of the dial tone. "He doesn't care," You repeatedly whisper to yourself, sobs growing louder with each repetition. 

Hotch is speeding, badge in his pocket in case he gets pulled over, but he doubts he will.

You clutch onto the stuffie Aaron won for you at the arcade in a pizza joint you dragged him to after a particularly stressful case. You remember it clear as day. 

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"C'mon, Aaron," You whine, "Just try the claw machine?"

He looks at you, all traces of amusement vacant from his icy face, "L/n, no." 

"But," You pout, "I have the coins for it. Just," You stick your hand into your pocket—tongue poking out of your mouth—and clumsily grab two quarters, "Here."

He shakes his head, but he grabs the coins anyway, and he can't help but smile at the sight of you gleaming.

"C'mon," You grab his hand and lead him to the claw machine.

He pulls you close when you get there, "Which one do you want, baby?" He whispers into your hair. 

You look up at him and smile that adorable smile he loves, "That one." You point, finger pressing against the glass.

"If there's a murder here, they're going to find you guilty with that fingerprint there."

"Aaron," You whine, "Don't be mean."

"Why do you insist on holding my hand while I do this?" He quirks his brow, "I need both my hands, sweetheart."

You pout and slowly let go of his hand.

Aaron slips the coins in and positions the claw right above the stuffie.

"Press the button, Hotch!" You urge. 

He walks around to the side, analyzing the direct position of the claw.

"Aaron," You whine, "Press the button! You're running out of time!"

He returns to the front, adjusting the claw again, "Still got thirteen more seconds, baby."

"Thirteen seconds? Aaron, that's barely any time at all."

He doesn't take his eyes off the machine, "Thirteen seconds is a lot of time. You saved that boy in approximately ten."

"But Aaron, that was a life or death situation!"

His eyes flick towards yours, "So is this."

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You hear footsteps, and you feel the adrenaline rush through your veins. You cover your mouth and sit up in fear.

The door knob rattles, and you remember that you're left defenseless. Your attacker would be able to hear you if you got off your bed and you curse yourself for not splurging on the nicer bedframe like Hotch kept telling you to. You never did like listening to him; he always hated it, rolling his eyes and shaking his head when you defy his requests.

The door opens, and you scream, curling into yourself.

"L/n, it's okay," He croons, "It's just me."

You frown, "You scared me."

He walks over to your bed, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Can I sit down?"

You nod, still frowning.

"Actually, let me turn the light on first." 

You're worried he'll turn the overhead light on, but he knows you better. He turns on the small lamp on your bedside table, takes one look at your tear-stained face, and deepens his frown.

He sits next to you, "What's wrong?"

"Had a bad dream," You're close to crying again.

"Aww," He hums and rubs your back, "'M sorry, baby." 

You lean into him, "It's okay."

"Should we lay down?" He asks, and before he knows it, you're practically pulling him down. 

He lands with a laughing huff, "I'm considering that a yes."

You snuggle into his arms and nod.

He holds you like his life depends on it, smoothing down your hair and wiping off your tears, "What was your dream about? If you're okay sharing."

You look up at him, "You... you were mean to me. Called me," You sniffle, "Called me stupid. Told me I shouldn't be working with you guys."

He pulls you closer, "I would never say that, baby. You're more than bright enough to be working with us. In fact, we wouldn't be able to do half the things we do without you."

"Aaron?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

He kisses the top of your head, "Anything for you, honey."

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The way I would do anything he asked for the privilege of humping his stomach

REAL I wanna ride his tummy cuz that’s more filthy IEUFIDXISJFJ 👉👈

Ofc I’m writing a blurb I caint help it LMAO

18+ only|gn!reader

You usually grind on his thigh, which is heavenly with his strong muscles that he flexes whilst you move. But he’s definitely noticed your love for his stomach. He’s softened with age and for a long time he wasn’t really sure what he thought about that, until you came along.

You’re always complimenting him and when you cuddle on the couch or in bed you love to nuzzle into his stomach or trace your fingers over it. You’re careful, of course, because of the scars covering his torso. But you hadn’t seen his body yet though because he always kept a tee shirt on, including when you were intimate. He was forever grateful for your patience and acceptance that he wasn’t comfortable showing off his body yet. Although, your unwavering affection makes his confidence swell and one day he goes without a tee shirt when he walks into the bedroom where you were curled up on the bed. It made him almost tearful how loving and affectionate you were, kissing his body until not an inch was left untouched.

He knows you love his body, and he loves to see you grinding on him to get yourself off so he gets an idea he wants to try. And so he prompts you when you’re getting it on one night.

You’re rolling your hips down on his lap, kissing Aaron hungrily, hands pawing at his chest desperately. He pulls back suddenly and you whimper in protest. He chuckles softly and holds onto you whilst he shifts back and lays back against the pillows.

“Honey, I want to try something with you tonight.” He says and you’re immediately intrigued. He smirks at you and gropes at your hips. “I want you to ride me.”

You’re confused because you’ve done that before, but you’re nonetheless still enthusiastic. But as you move to grab his thick cock he gently moves your hands away and beckons you with his finger.

“Slide your hips towards me, angel.” You comply, inching forward a bit but he hums. “Closer.”

You’re practically straddling his soft stomach at this point, then it hits you. Oh fuck. He wants you to ride his stomach. He encourages you when you brace yourself with your hands on his chest and with the first roll of your hips he knows this was a good idea. His cock twitches against his lower abdomen as you begin to ease into it now, humming softly and stroking the soft skin of your thighs with his large hands.

“That’s it, grind on my stomach, honey.”

You’re a mess, overwhelmingly turned on by the whole act. It’s filthy, getting yourself off by humping his stomach but you don’t care. You are emboldened when his hand slides past your thigh to grasp his leaking cock, jerking himself off in time with the roll of your hips. You’re not gonna last, and neither is he but you don’t want to try prolonging the edge, instead increasing your speed until you’re whining his name desperately and your body quivers with pleasure. He slips his thumb into your mouth and coos.

“Gonna cum for me, huh? Go on, cum on my stomach, baby.” He purrs and it takes only a little more grinding before you’re collapsing onto him, your orgasm ripping through you as you dig your fingers into his pecs. Aaron moans your name lowly against your chest and you feel the telltale sign of his own unravelling from the spatters of cum hitting your asscheeks.

You both lay there for a little moment as you calm down, then you slowly slide down over his cock with a grin when he hisses from overstimulation. From between his legs you kiss his thigh and pout slightly.

“I made a mess so I’ve gotta clean you up, Aaron.”

He groans loudly and his head falls back against the pillows in anticipation, a smile forming on his lips.