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DUTY CALLS

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

! Smut Warning !

a/n: i wrote this super quickly bc honestly i’ll never get enough of this idea however many times it’s done😭

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"God, you feel so fucking good." Aaron groaned, his voice both hoarse and breathy as he thrust his hips in quick succession against your own, trailing the pad of his thumb over your pebbled nipple, the warmth of his body looming over yours as he toyed with the stiff peak.

“Aaron..” His name fell from your lips amidst a soft moan, feeling heat burn through your skin with each stroke of his hips against you.

"I know." He breathed, "Taking my cock so well, honey."

He thrust his hips quicker, splaying his large hands across your chest, squeezing possessively at your breasts as he ran his opposing hand from its grip of your hips to your bare ass.

"That's my good girl." He practically grunted, warm skin smacking together. Purposeful in his teasing, Aaron rolled the hardened peak of your nipple between his fingers, pulling a shaky moan from your mouth.

"Fuck, yes.." You whined back arching in a plea for more - his touch somehow both firm and tender against the sensitivity.

"Such pretty tits, darling." He praised, hungry gaze running deep as it wandered back between your thighs. His cock twitched between the pulses of your walls as he absorbed the sight of him disappearing inside your cunt, your arousal soaking his shaft.

As your teeth punctured into your lower lip, a blaring ringtone escaped Aaron’s phone as it lay atop the beside table.

"Shit." He hissed, eyes flitting to the number that presented itself on his screen.

"Aaron.." You begged, "Please don't- fuck- don't stop.."

Your words sent heat pumping through him as he kept up the pace of him without fail, teeth gritting in response to your plea, his jaw tight with conflict. After the passing of a few short moments, he seized the phone in his hand, shooting you a stern look as he swiped his thumb over the screen.

“Hotchner.” He spoke, clearing his throat as he brought his rhythm to be much slower, assuring the sound of your skin colliding wasn’t audible over the line.

Your eyes widened in an instant, the thrill of it only heightening your arousal. You breathed softly, trying your absolute best to remain quiet as you heard a male voice mumbling on the other end of the exchange.

With his remaining hand, Aaron slid the pad of his thumb upward from your breasts, sliding it messily over your lips as he silently mouthed, ‘Open.’

Suppressing your desperation to make a noise, you parted your lips and allowed him to slide the pad of his thumb against your tongue.

"Have you sent the files over?" He inquired, keeping his voice impressively steady as he moved slowly against you.

Satisfied whimpers fought to escape your throat as you pushed them down, feeling Aaron’s thumb pressing against your tongue. Without the need to be told, you wrapped your lips around the thick digit, muffling yourself around his thumb as you watched him clutch the device against his ear.

His eyelids shut for a brief moment before he forced them open again, clearly struggling to hold back as he felt you squeezing him. The sight of you certainly didn’t help either, cunt full of his tauntingly slow thrusts as you sucked sweetly at his thumb, only nearing his release, “Alright. Be there soon.”

The very moment the phone beeped and the call cut, Aaron let out a frustrated groan. He wasted no time in picking up the pace of his hips once more, dragging his now damp thumb down your chin, “You did so good for me, honey. Now show me how loud you can be.”

18+ !! <3 coming to theatres soon...

aaron hotchner ✧ .・doting, international passport, black coffee, dinner reservations, knowing glances, family home, early riser, i love you notes, late night calls, upside down smiles, pressed ties, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, classic musicals, awful flirting.

fucked my way to the top, lana del rey

still into you, paramore

knockin' on heavens door, bob dylan

something, the beatles

false god, taylor swift

new york, new york, frank sinatra

New series!!!

CRIMINAL MINDS FANFIC

Parings: fem!reader (she/her) x Hotch

Warnings: general canon criminal minds related violence (guns, blood, killers, etc.) talks of mental issues, childhoods trauma, the mafia, tiny pinch of angst and ofc ✨fluff✨

(btw this is an enemies to lovers!!!)

*THIS IS IMPORTANT!!! Your triggers and absolutely 100% valid regardless of how silly you think it is! if I ever miss anything please tell me!

Also this is a slow burn and this chapter is really just a build up and into for the reader!

Does it Have to Be Your Eyes

I Drown in?

Beautiful orangey and yellow rays peek through

your blinds as the sun begins to rise. They engulf parts of your room with warmth and those rays come and directly land in your eyes alerting you that it’s morning.

“Ugh! Bro I just fell asleep!”

You blink a few times and then squint. The sunlight had temporarily blinded you. You stare at your window, processing the fact that you now had to get up and go to work. You sigh and let you head fall into you hands.

“They should pay me more…”

You go on under your breath about how you wished you got to sleep more. Then finally you shove your covers off yourself and climb out of your bed sort of ready for a new day. 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙. 𝑀𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠sing.

Little did you know how much of a blessing this

day was just about to be…

You had a simple desk job at the fbi and helped out

whoever needed help. It was almost funny, someone as qualified as you with a desk job? If it wasn’t such a waste people might laugh but instead it was tragic. The thing was you never liked attention. You didn’t really want a lot of fame or glory. Maybe a long time ago you did but not anymore. You preferred the quiet paperwork and solitude. It was peaceful and even therapeutic to you. And you never wanted more and never had any dreams or desires…. Right?

No. Not at all. The truth was the reason why you were so over qualified for your job. You were both smart and strong. Back in high-school you were in a dual-enrollment program meaning that you took college classes in high-school. Subjects ranging from philosophy to math to the arts. But your personal favorite the very thing that got you hooked to and what you studied in college, Psychology. You were part of multiple clubs in and outside of school too. Your favorite their being mma (mixed martial arts). You managed to graduate early with flying colors and great SAT scores and even scholar ships to many schools. You were so excited to study criminal psychology and more you didn’t even take a break, not for a moment. It was your area of study. But it was something you didn’t like to mention to people. Was it ridicule you feared? You did face being made fun of a lot before or was it expectations you felt you may not be able to fulfill that scared you? Whatever the reason the thought that you could be a profiler right now would sometimes creep up on you. You would shake them off. It was a far away dream that would never happen, a dream you were to scared to try and go for. That’s the type of person you were. Cautious and timid regardless of the fiery passion for profiling inside you. Or at least that’s what you thought

Oh, and one final thing a thing that you couldn’t exactly put on a resume….You had literally been trained to kill since you were a kid. It was pretty unbelievable. Your personality wasn’t exact what people expect when they think “raised to kill.” What on Earth you may ask? Well the thing was your uncle was in the mafia and you were part of the family business. Emphasis on were. He taught you everything you may have needed to know. Since he never had any kids of his own you were next in line. He made it pretty clear he didn’t trust your father with much. You had quite a bit of skills under your belt. But you ran away. How could you so easily run away from that life? From the family business? You changed everything but you know it wasn’t enough and the fact you didn’t actually have a criminal record kept law enforcement away. But you always suspected to only reason you walked away so easily was because your uncle had let you…

“How ironic, honestly. Now I work for my enemies.”

The thoughts of your past were like trick candles they just kept coming back no matter how hard you blew them away. You shook your head desperately trying to eat your breakfast in peace. Eventually you decided it was enough and grabbed your bag and car keys. 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝐸𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔! You sarcastically say in your head. You truly didn’t know what fate had in store for you…

A/n: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I don’t usually write FanFiction and this is my first criminal minds fanfic so please go easy on me. And to the writer out there if you have any writing advice then please let me know!

Birthday Cake

Info: It’s her moms first birthday since her death, and y/n can’t help but feel sad as she remembers the fond memories together.

Relationship: Hotch x daughter reader

Warnings: Mention of lose of parent

Based on birthday cake by Dylan Conrique

Masterlist

Hotch rubbed his face as he closed the door to his house behind him. It had been a long case and all he wanted now was to see his two kids. Jack would most likely be in bed at this stage but y/n, his oldest would probably be awake. The 17 year old had a habit of staying up late when her father was returning from being away on a case, and Hotch had come to enjoy seeing his daughter when he came home, a way for him to forget about the dreadful case he had faced.

However Hotch also knew that the main reason for y/n staying up late wasn't to greet him, it was because of Haley's death. It had been a year since his wifes death, and though him and Jack seemed to be somewhat coping, y/n seemed to still be struggling with her stepmothers death. Haley had all that y/n had known as a mother, and there relationship had been a close one, so close that Haley had adopted y/n as her own child. Many nights prior to her death, Hotch would find y/n and Haley awake in front of the telly, watching some film as they awaited Hotchs return. Haley always made sure that y/n felt wanted when Jack was born, made sure that the young girl knew that even though she wasn't the daughter of Haleys, she was loved and would always be apart of their family.

Which is why when y/n found out about Haleys death she kicked and screamed bloody murder. It took Derek and two other officers to pull the young girl off of Hotch as she hit her fathers chest, not believing what her father had told her. She refused to speak for months after her mother figures funeral, and Hotch had been worried that she would never open up to him.

Looking up at the clock on the wall Hotch cursed as he seen the date in red writing. It was passed midnight, and also Haleys birthday. If y/n had coped onto the date Hotch didn't know how his daughter would react. Breathing in deeply he decided to make his way to his daughter room to find out.

You called with the news, I thought you were kidding You were always joking all the time You kept breathing but stopped living, held it like poison inside They say everything happens for a reason But it only makes you mad 'Cause how in the hell can you believe them When nothing brings her back?

Y/n was sitting on her bed, her feet bent in front of her, arms wrapped around them as her head leaned against he knees. Her vision blurred as she stared ahead at the wall in front of her, having not blinked since she seen the date on her phone. Her phone had since been thrown onto the ground, and y/n hadn't moved from her position till she heard a knock on her door.

Hotch knew that y/n was still awake. A beam of light shone from under the door and he feared she wouldn't open up to him. Generally y/n was much like himself, and kept her feelings to herself. It was rare that Hotch knew what his daughter was feeling, and the only way he would find out would be by profiling her.

Knocking on the door, Hotch opened the door slightly to call in and let y/n know he was home. Hearing a hum in acknowledgement, he took that as a sign that he was okay to open the door fully. Glancing around he spotted y/n sitting on her bed, arms wrapped her legs as her forehead was against her knees, vision down. She refused to meet his gaze as he walked further into the room, opting to sit beside her.

"Hey." Hotch spoke softly, placing a hand on her leg. "Hi." Y/n sighed, her voice muffled. "Jack head to bed easy this time?" "Yeah, didn't need to be told twice." Y/n stated, moving her head up and moving her head to flick her hair over her shoulder. "Good." Hotch smiled, looking into his daughters sad eyes. "I was about to head myself when I seen the date." Y/n stated, shivering slightly. "Yeah, I thought that alright." Hotch smiling sadly, moving closer to wrap an arm over y/n's shoulder. "I miss her dad." Y/n stated. "I know, I miss her too." The older man agreed with his daughter, kissing her head in comfort. "I didn't think I would be effected this much by her birthday. I knew it would be hard but I feel numb, feel like crying." "Than cry." Hotch spoke, and that was when y/n chocked up.

Hotch sighed and pulled y/n closer as the tears began to fall. Wrapping his arms around his daughter, she allowed her father to pick her up and move back to lean against her pillow, rocking her slightly before setting her back down.

"You had a unique relationship with Haley, what your feeling is normal. Feel what you need to feel, but know that I am here to hold you while you do." Hotch spoke, kissing y/n's head once again. "Can you stay tonight?" Y/n asked, looking up at her father. "Yeah, I'll stay tonight." Hotch smiled, looking down at y/n before pulling her closer.

It's hard to know (to know) what she would say But I think she'd Want you to live like the world's on fire Want you to love like hearts don't break (don't break) Never look down when you walk the wire Like she made it to 48, still made your birthday cake

Y/n groaned as she felt movement from underneath her face. Rubbing her eyes, she made movement to sit up when a hand was felt on her back. Turning to see who it was, she smiled weakly when she seen her father.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Hotch spoke sympathetically. "It's fine." Y/n mumbled, voice barely audible. "Did you sleep?" "Hmm, a little. Kept thinking of mom." Y/n mumbled in sorrow. "I know." Hotch sighed, pulling his daughter close to him once again, "but you know she wouldn't want you to dwell on her death. She'd want you to remember the good times." Hotch explained, looking down at y/n as she sniffed. "That's what haunts me, her memory makes me remember the good times and now all I can think of is what would be if she was still here." Y/n explained, rubbing under her eyes. "Well if you feel like that just remember the laughs you had and what she always told you." "I may not be your mom but I will always love you as if I was. With this you are never alone." Y/n recited the phase Haley often said to the young girl, twirling the locket around her neck. "Here." Hotch stated, moving to pick up the locket and open it, displaying two pictures, one of Haley and the other himself. "We gave you this so you were never alone. With this Haley is near your heart, and you can never forget her with this." Y/n looked down at the locket, placing her hands over Hotchs. "Yeah." Y/n smiled sadly, and Hotch smiled, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. "Why don't you come with me to work today, give school a miss." Hotch asked, deciding school wouldn't be the best scenery for a grieving girl. "Yeah, sure." Y/n shrugged half heartedly. "I'll get Jack ready for school than we can head." Hotch spoke before leaving the room, not seeing y/n as she nodded in agreement, wiping tears that fell.

All the pictures on the same walls Looks like she just went to the store And when you look into the mirror Does it make you miss her more? Win or lose, she was always on your side Never missed a match And when you see the moon, do you remember? She loved you there and back

Jack was taking the day it was better than Hotch originally thought. The young boy didn't realize the date it was until his father asked him if he was ready for a new week. The only thing the boy knew was that Haley's birthday was this week, but seeing his sister so upset and his dad coming from y/n's room confirmed that it was in fact today. Jack knew his sister struggled with his mothers death, the two women of the house had been close.

After few tears were shed y/n came down the hall to see Hotch hugging her younger brother. The young boy had some tears on his cheek as he pulled away from his father, opting to run to his sister for comfort. Y/n squinted to try prevent more tears falling as she ran her fingers through Jacks hair, wrapping her arms around him. Her father looked at them with a sad smile before coming over, wrapping his arms around the two of them. The family of three stayed that way, allowing time for them to grieve of the loss of their loved one, before Jack wiggled away from between the two, demanding everyone to not feel sad all day. And so the father, son and daughter got ready for the day before heading out the door.

Dropping Jack off, y/n just stared out the window, knees up to her chest despite her fathers multiple efforts of pushing them back onto the ground. Giving up based on the day, Hotch left her be and instead kept small talk with Jack before they arrived outside Jacks school. Wishing his son a good day, Hotch watched him walk into the school before pulling off.

The office was quiet as Hotch and y/n made there way onto the floor. Derek and Garcia looked up from there conversation to greet there boss only to frown, seeing the younger Hotchner. Their boss just shook his head at them before turning to his daughter.

"Why don't you head to my office, I'll be there in a minute." Hotch spoke to his daughter and y/n just nodded before leaving.

Wrapping her arms around herself y/n made her way up the stairs, ignoring Gideon when he said hello to her, and headed to her fathers office. Closing the door, she turned around and froze when she seen a picture frame on her fathers desk. In the frame held a photo of her father and Haley, sitting on a hospital bed. A bundle of blankets was held in Haleys arms, a small head peeking out from it, Jack. Y/n was held by Hotch as she sat on his lap. THe trio were smiling down at Jack who was held within the blankets in Haleys arms, y/n had a hand on the babies cheek. Another photo beside that frame held a picture of Haley, y/n and Jack at Jacks first football match.

Twitching her nose, y/n glanced at the photos as anger rose within her before she swung her hand, forcing the photos onto the ground with a smash. She screamed in frustration, kicking a chair over before throwing sheets from her fathers desk onto the ground. Anger clouded y/n as she started destroying Hotchs office, not hearing as the door opened in a rush.

It's hard to know (to know) what she would say (would say) But I think she'd Want you to live like the world's on fire Want you to love like hearts don't break Never look down when you walk the wire Like she made it to 48, still made your birthday cake (cake) Oh-oh-oh (Want you to love) Oh-oh-oh (Want you to live, want you to love)

Hotch stood watching his daughter walk up the stairs, ignoring Gideon as he greeted her, before he too turned and watched the young girl in confusion. Said man turned and looked at his partner, squinting his eyes in confusion as he walked down the rest of the stairs. Rubbing his head, Hotch looked up as the rest of the team gathered, having seen the way the young Hotchner was acting today.

"What's wrong with y/n? Shouldn't she be in school?" Gideon asked, confused on why the girl was here. "Today's not a great day for her so I let her have it off." Hotch explained. "What's wrong wit her?" Derek asked, concerned for the girl she saw as family. "Today would be Haley's birthday. Y/n isn't taking it well. With it being the first one without her I decided to let her take the day off. School's no place for a grieving kid." "Actually, statistics show that bring around friends help those struggling with loss." Spencer spoke, and everyone looked at him. "Yeah well, she had a rough time with it so I just left it." Hotch spoke in defence, and Derek hit Spencer in the chest lightly. "Oww." Spencer gapsed. "The girl has us here, we're her family. Family is better than friends." Derek spoke, and everyone nodded. "How did Jack take it." JJ asked. "Reasonably well actually. Few tears but wanted to go to school and was fine when we got there." Hotch answered, nodding his head.

The gang went to talk more when they heard smashing followed closely by screams. They turned their attention towards Hotchs office to see y/n throwing stuff around, and Hotch cursed before rushing up the stairs, Gideon close behind.

Want you to live like the world's on fire Want you to love like hearts don't break Never look down when you walk the wire Like she made it, she made it, oh-oh Want you to live like the world's on fire Want you to love like hearts don't break Never look down when you walk the wire Like she made it to 48, still made your birthday cake

Y/n continued to scream and shout as she kicks and throws things around. Not processing what was around her, the young girl became frightened as arms wrapped around her, and she cried out in surprise.

Hotch opened the door to his office and froze as he witnessed his daughters episode. Never had he seen her like this, and he feared for her safety. His thoughts were disrupted when a hand was placed on his shoulder. Turning his head over her shoulder, he looked at Gideon before nodding and heading towards his daughter. Wrapping arms around her, he struggled to keep her up as she fought against him.

"Shush, y/n please." Hotch pleaded with the young girl, hating to see her like this. "She should be here, she shouldn't be dead, she shouldn't be." Y/n cried out, struggling to talk through her tears. "I know, I know, it's okay, let it out." Hotch allowed them to fall onto the ground, pulling her onto his lap upon impact. "She should be here celebrating with us. Not be under the ground." "She's watching over us, she'll always be watching us. You'll never be alone y/n, never." Hotch tried to comfort his daughter, rubbing her back gently. "I need her dad." "You have her, in your heart." Gideon spoke up, watching the father daughter duo. "It's hard." Y/n spoke, beginning to calm down as she pulled away from her father, glancing at the man she grew to call uncle Gideon. "I know, but it does get easier." Gideon nodded, leaning against the wall. "Just know that you have us with you, and you'll never be alone while we're around." Hotch stated, tucking some hair behind y/n's ear. "Sorry for the mess." y/n smiled, embarrassed by the mess she caused. "The mess can be repaired, you can not." Hotch shrugged it off, smiling at his daughter in comfort.

This is one of my favourites!!!! It's so good and cute💖💖

Hey girl, I hope your having a good day

I was wondering if you could write a Hotch! fem reader where they're married and have been for like year's but the team doesn't know about it and one day Morgan calls out Hotch and they both answer! I hope that made sense. Love your blog💕

Hotch? Which one?

Gif by hqtchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Wc: 1.7k

Warnings!: fluff, kissing, mentions of a child case, not.al criminal minds things, maybe kinda suggestive, playful and soft Hotch, but seriously super fluffy

Description: You are secretly married to the one and only Aaron Hotchner, what happens when Morgan yells out Hotch, and you both answer?

A/n: awe, thank you 💕 seriously loved this idea, hope you all do too! Sorry it took me so long to get out! Anyways, here is some Hotch fluff for your Saturday night ;)

-Masterlist-

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Your eyes flutter open as you feel a warm pair of lips on your neck. You sigh contently, but bury your face in your pillow, not ready to get up yet. A deep chuckle fills your ears and you smile to yourself as his arm wraps itself around your waist.

"Goodmorning sweetheart." He whispers into the morning air.

"G'morning." You murmur sleepily. The kisses start up again and you giggle at the ticklish feeling, turning around in his arms. He pulls back slightly, and he just stares at you. 

"God, you're beautiful." He says and leans forward to place his lips on your own. You kiss him passionately as your heart warms at the compliment. 

"Dont wanna get up." You mutter against his lips and he chuckles again. 

"You have to sweetheart." He sits up on his elbow peering down at you. "We have that conjoined case today."

"Oh, don't remind me." You roll your eyes as Aaron softly tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "We have to pretend, again." You whine and he sighs. "Do you know how hard it is for me to pretend that I'm not in love with you?" 

"Probably just as hard as it is for me." He pauses, thinking for a moment. "We could, just tell them." He suggests and you freeze, a little shocked by his words.

"Honey, are you sure? I know we're in different departments, but you said you wanted to be professional. And I mean it keeps us safer. I guess it doesn't matter, up to you. Maybe we should, I mean my team knows, but yours doesn-" He cuts off your rambling with a searing kiss and you freeze for a moment. He pulls back and it takes you a few moments to process words. Your husband's kisses usually have that effect on you.

"So do you want to tell them?" You ask after you catch your breath.

"Yes. As soon as this case is over." You smile and nod.

"Okay. But we aren't ever going to finish the case if we don't get up." Aaron rolls over top of you holding himself up with his arms on either side of your head.

"If you insist." He starts, placing a kiss on your nose. "But maybe… a… few… more… kisses…" He places a kiss on your lips after every word, already forgetting that he was trying to get you up in the first place.

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After several more kisses, you and Aaron finally make your way into the office, just in time for your two teams to meet together in the bullpen. You are eternally grateful that no one finds it suspicious that you both come in at the same time. Probably thinking you just had a meeting together before the case. Your teams head to the conference room after seeing you walk in not noticing Aaron's hand on the small of your back.

Little did they know of the wedding rings resting on your necklace under your blouse and Aaron's on a pin under his tie. 

When you think about it, it wasn't really your plan to hide your marriage. You never thought you would be one to hide the love for your husband. But then you had met Aaron Hotchner. Funny enough, it had been a conjoined case similar to the present case. Aaron being the unit chief of the BAU and you the unit chief of the Child Crimes Unit, you clashed. A lot. 

Never getting along, your teams dreaded cases where you had to get together. Of course, one case in particular hit a little too hard, and Hotch had found you curled in a chair, crying in one of the break rooms. He had rushed to your side in an instant, comforting you through your tears. That night you had seen a whole different side of Aaron Hotchner. 

Of course that one moment turned into a beautiful new friendship. Which had led to dates and kisses and a secret relationship. A marriage was soon to follow, and you both wanted to married so bad, you had just eloped. Only Rossi, Jack, and Jess by your sides. Rossi officiated the small ceremony and that was about six months ago. 

You had told your team after a month, fining it too difficult to keep it hidden. They had all agreed to jokingly call you Hotch, after hearing Aaron's own team do it to him.

You had already talked to them about avoiding that in today's case.

Aaron had found it harder to tell his team. They were his family. But he wanted to protect you as much as possible. Especially after Haley. 

Your thoughts are dragged away from a small kick under the table. You turn to your left, and spot your husband with a slight smirk on his face. The meeting continues, Garcia presenting the case.

"Alright lovelies, and guest lovelies! We have three murders, all local, all 10 year old boys." She begins and you take a deep breath preparing yourself. As much as you loved your job, it was always hard to hear of all the horrible things people did to these poor kids.

A hand finds its way to your thigh and squeezes to ground you. You shake away your wandering thoughts again and focus. 

"They were all killed the same way, strangulation. Coroner says it was a pillow over their face, while sleeping." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Local police have no leads, and are desperate for help." Hotch looks up at his team and yours listening for ideas.

"Could be remorse." Davis, one of your agents speaks up first. Jj and Reid nod along.

"It's almost peaceful. He doesn't want to hurt the kids, but he feels he needs to." Morgan adds.

"I suggest looking into people who have lost a child." You suggest.

"You got it babe. Got more for me?" Garcia asks and the teams continue to go back and forth with ideas, nothing really building up the profile. Idea after idea is passed around. Everyone was beginning to grow frustrated, the tension building in the room.

"What about a sick kid? A kid in pain?" Prentiss starts rattling off. She stands and begins pacing. Wilsom, one of your best agents, stands as well.

"Yes. The remorse, the peaceful killing, it all makes sense." He starts.

"When did the killing start?" Aaron asks.

"Three months sir." Garcia answers.

"Check out parents, male, early 30s, who recently lost a child to disease, an accident, anything." Hotch speaks and Garcia is instantly typing away.

"Two hundred seventy four hits." 

"Try limiting it to the victim's profile, men with a ten year old boy." Jj pipes up.

"Thirty seven hits." 

"The child would have been in pain, he believes he is stopping the pain. He doesn't want the kids to hurt anymore. He thinks he is helping them." Garcia shakes her head, that doesn't lower her search at all. You think and think. 

"There has to be something else. I want everyone to look into the jobs of the suspects. I know it's a lot, but there are a lot of us. The quicker the better." You say and Aaron nods.

"What are we looking for?" Rossi asks.

"He would have needed to blend in. Parents couldn't have been suspicious of anything. Repair men, plumbers, electricians. Anything. Get to work." Hotch announces and everyone stands moving around. You and Hotch begin discussing more of the case, trying to find different angles when Morgan speaks up.

"Hotch?" You and Aaron both turn around at the name, ready to answer.

"Yeah?" Two voices ring out and it takes you a moment to realise you and your husband had both answered. You freeze and so does he. The room is tense and silent. Your team stares at you with smirks on their faces, and Aaron's with shock. 

"What?" Spencer is the first one to say anything, case seemingly forgotten for the moment, his brows furrowed, and you giggle at the situation. Aaron looks at you and smiles softly. 

"Alright. I guess we have some explaining to do." He says and Rossi chuckles patting him on the back. 

"Hi guys, I'm Agent Hotchner, nice to meet you." You say with a smirk and wave slightly. Garcia's mouth falls open and Morgan lets out a loud laugh. 

"Im sorry. What?" Emily looks more confused than you have ever seen her and you can't help but begin laughing again. You leave it to your husband to explain. But he himself looks like he is barely keeping it together.

"We may, or may not have gotten married." Hotch says way too casually for anyone to process. Its only silent for a moment more before the room erupts with questions and shouts of congradulations. You catch money being exchanged between Wilson, Rossi, and Davis and they each shoot you a wink. You roll your eyes as Hotch tries to calm his team.

"Alright! That's enough." He says sternly, but you see the twitch in his eyebrow and the smirk threatening to break out on his face. "Yes, we are married, yes we eloped. No, we aren't talking about this now. We can discuss it when the case is over. Please get back to work, I will be in my office if you need me." He finished with an official tone and he swiftly walked out of the room. All eyes fall to you and you take that as your cue to follow your husband. You smile softly at the team and quickly walk out of the room. 

As soon as you shut the door to his office, Aaron has you pressed against the door, his face buried in your neck as he laughs.  

"Did you see their faces?" You asked, amusement filling your voice. He nods and presses a sloppy kiss to your neck. Pulling back, he gazes at you and shakes his head. 

"God. They are going to kill me." Aaron whispers. "Seriously. I think Garcia was planning my murder." You roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"Oh please. You'll be fine." You say and he smacks your ass playfully. 

"Yeah, you don't have to deal with the wrath of Penelope, so shut it missy." You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck kissing him gently. 

"You are ridiculous."

"But you love me."

"That I do."

"I love you too sweetheart." And he kisses you, or at least tries to through your giggles.

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Thanks for reading!! <3

Please do one where Aaron and reader are like training and the tension breaks and they kiss and there's an age difference and... yeah.

thank youuuuuu

omg thank u for requesting,i love this idea :))))))))

breaking rules mr. hotchner?- a.hotchner

a/n: i didn't imagine a fem! or male! reader so imagine what you want :)

summary: what happens when both aaron and you have to train together?

pairings: aaronhotchner x reader, platonicbauteam x reader

warnings: kissing, tension, workplace relationship, age gap, i think that's all :)

“Team training sessions, all weekend! If you can’t make it, you’ll need to make it up,” Strauss’s email made your face fall. You would be away all weekend with your sister's wedding. 

“Anyone else not making the team training?” you asked, hoping you wouldn’t be stuck with someone from another department. The entire bullpen seemed to be able to make the training and a groan made its way out of your mouth. 

“Maybe Hotch will be missing it, I think he has Jack this weekend,” Rossi smirked, a knowing look on his face. A look you badly wanted to remove, forcefully. You shot him a fake smile that made him laugh as you walked up the stairs to Hotch’s office. Everyone in the office seemed to have picked up on the weird energy between you two. His gaze always defaulted to yours, in the field he was extra protective of you, and any and all fleeting and seemingly innocent touches made your skin feel like it was on fire.  

You knocked politely on the open door and he hummed in response. You walked in and his eyes were immediately glued to you as you stood in front of him. He was obviously an authoritative figure, he was your boss after all, but conversations with him always had an underlying ease and equality to them. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked after a short moment. 

“Yes, I just wanted to let you know that I can’t make the training weekend, I’m at my sister’s wedding,” you explained quickly. “Sorry for the inconvenience. I’m sure there’s others that’ll have to make it up too-”

“I will too,” he stood from his desk, files in his hands. “How about we get ahead of it and do a few hours in the gym? You don’t have anywhere to be tonight, do you?” He asked so casually that the heat creeping up your spine seemed ridiculous. 

“That sounds fine,” You confirmed.

“Good. See you tonight then.” 

You took one step outside his office and you were met with stares from all of your co-workers. “He’s missing it too.”

“Looks like dad is getting some action tonight-” Derrick started but you hit him on the back of the head, silencing his words as the rest of the team laughed. All you could do was wait for tonight. 

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You were on time to the office gym. It was already set up for the weekend training sessions and a wide array of mats were on the floor. You noticed Aaron sitting on a bench across the hall, a navy shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly and gym shorts that ended at his knee. 

“Hi,” You smiled from across the hall, your own gym clothes adorning your body. 

“Hi,” he smiled back. 

“I asked Spencer about what they were covering and he said just general hand-to-hand combat and practising taking a subject down so… what do you want to start with?” You asked, beginning to stretch your muscles softly. You felt his eyes lingering on you as you stretched and a shiver ran down your spine.  

“Whatever you think,” he stated, the remnants of a smirk on his lips. He must know what kind of effect he has on you, right?

“Well, maybe just some hand-to-hand, I don’t really want to pop my shoulder out of place again,” you joked, a memory from the last training day you had attended. Derrick had gotten a bit too strong and dislocated your shoulder, meaning Spencer was forced to pop it back into place with Jj and Aaron’s help. 

“Makes sense,” he smiled, a certain mysterious dampening in his usual bright smile. “You come at me, go for my waist,” he ordered.

“Your waist?” You questioned, preparing your stance regardless. 

“My gun,” he explained, preparing himself for contact. 

“Oh,” Was what you got out before you lunged forward to his waist, after a long back and forth, punches and dodges and the small smirks or grunts he continued making made you practically dizzy, until you pinned him under you, a smirk on your lips. His hands rested on your waist, both of your breaths heavily with the strenuous activity, and the tension in the air. He reached up and brushed some hair out of your face, and that was all it took. 

He grabbed your face, pulled you down and kissed you. His other hand held your waist in an almost bruising grip. You had gasped when your lips first made contact and he used that as an excuse to push his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your hands found grip on the sides of his face, some moving back to pull on his soft hair. He had sat up, the hand that had been on your cheek moved to hold the both of you up but he never broke the kiss. His hand on your waist squeezed harder as his tongue explored your mouth, an evident smirk on his preoccupied lips. You pulled away, desperate for breath. As you caught your breath, Aaron’s hand dropped from your body and rested on the mat. 

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t right, we shouldn’t have done that. I’m very sorry if you felt pressured into-“ he started apologising but you cut him off with another passionate kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck and his hands wrapped around your torso as you deepened the kiss. He groaned into your mouth as you bit his lower lip softly, not enough to draw blood, but enough to warrant a reaction. He pulled away, an uncertain mystery playing behind his beautiful eyes. 

“You’re surprising,” he had a soft smile on his lips while his hands ran up and down your sides. 

“How so?” You smiled, your hands messing with his black hair. 

“Well, you just kissed your boss-“ he joked, and you cut him off with a push to the chest. He laughed as he fell back, hitting the soft mat. 

“Shut up,” you groaned. “You kissed me first!” 

“That I did,” he admitted, “which we should probably talk about.”

You nodded in agreement and allowed him to go first. 

“I have a romantic interest in you, and it’s fine if it’s not reciprocated. You are… much younger than me and I’d understand if you didn’t want to be with someone who has a child and isn't exactly in the prime of his life-“

Another kiss cut off his sentence, you held him closer than before, as if trying to prove you wanted this. His hands roamed your body again and you pulled away, a certain lightness in your voice. 

“I don’t just go around kissing all of my co-workers, Aaron,” you smiled. “I want this. I want you.” He barely stifled a grin at that comment. 

“Alright then. Can I take you out to dinner sometime?” He smiled, an unknown hopefulness in his eyes. 

“Yes, yes you can.” You smiled and he kissed you again, just as much passion and tension as the first. 

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The Monday you came in, Penelope was waiting at your desk with a smile.

“Morning,” you smiled. “How was your weekend?”

“It was amazing,” she over exaggerated her words. Strange. “But not as good as yours.”

“Oh, you saw my post? Yeah the wedding was beautiful-“ 

“I saw that, but I also saw the gym cctv footage from Friday night,” she exclaimed, piquing the interest of Jj, Emily, Derrick, and Spencer. 

“What happened in the gym on Friday night?” Derrick smirked and you sent Penelope a look, one to tell her to not speak. 

“Let’s just say we might be calling y/n mom from now on,” she confirmed what all of them thought and you sighed as the onslaught began.

“You get to third base?” “In the office?!” And many other jokes and serious comments were thrown your way until you heard Spencer. 

“Derrick, you owe me 10 bucks!” He exclaimed, reminding Derrick of their bet. Derrick rolled his eyes and took out his wallet. 

“You two had a bet?!” You asked in absolute shock. 

“Yeah, it was whether or not-“ Spencer started to explain until felt a presence behind him. 

“You all call me dad?” Aaron smirked as the team's faces dropped. You smiled at him. 

“We- it’s just a-“ Spencer tried to explain but Aaron silenced him with a hand on his shoulder. 

“We have a new case, briefing starts in 5 minutes,” he shared as the team started grabbing their things for the briefing. “Oh and agent y/n, I need you in my office.”

Everyone stilled, staring at the two of you. 

“Paperwork,” he smirked, knowing the team knew about you two. 

You rolled your eyes and followed him all the same, walking into his office with a smile. He cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, despite kissing being big no in the workplace. 

You pulled away, “breaking rules Mr. Hotchner?” You smirked. 

“They’re watching,” he shrugged. “They want a show.”

You rolled your eyes and pressed a short kiss to his lips, then proceeded with the actual paperwork.

bewitched | aaron hotchner x reader

contains: little angst, lotta fluff; bad date; hints at stalking (barely); idiots in love; laufey inspired fic

credit to @enchanthings-a for border

You sat alone on the cold wet bench outside of the restaurant you were supposed to be eating in and all you could do was pull your thin sweater tighter around you. You could hear chattering from inside, taunting and reminding you of your embarrassment. 

Around you, the city continued on with indifference; cars moving by and momentarily illuminating you before forgetting you ever existed. 

Your phone sat in your lap, the last four messages you sent to your date left read, but unanswered. 

Penelope set you up with him, claiming how he was exactly your type: the rugged, brooding, yet charming bad boy. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that wasn’t your type, but you also weren’t in a place to complain. 

So you got excited. Obsessed over what clothes you’d wear, anticipated the conversation that would come, imagined what it would look like dating this guy and the image of him you crafted in your head. 

A dry laugh escaped you at the thought as you threw your head back to blink away the tears. You could only imagine how you looked to the passerbys. 

But somewhere between the cars passing by and the muted chatting from the restaurant, you thought you were hallucinating the sound of a familiar someone calling your name. 

Maybe he was summoned by a strange twist of fate or even a cruel prank played by the universe to amplify your embarrassment, but seeing Hotch, ever put together in his suit and tie while you looked like a hot mess only made you pray a black hole would swallow you on the spot. 

“Hotch!” Your voice naturally pitched itself up and you attempted to wipe away your tears. “What are you doing here?” 

For a profiler you were a terrible actor. 

“I should ask you the same thing.” In a swift movement, he shrugged his jacket off and placed it on your shoulders, sitting next to you on the cold wet bench.

His touch was warm, the back of his fingers trailing across your arm so gently. It burned an imprint in your skin, but as soon as you got used to the feeling of his touch, he pulled away and adjusted his jacket over your shoulders. 

Your eyes lingered on his hands, watching the way they clenched shut. Only for a second. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a date?” 

You looked up at him, startled for just a moment before you masked teasing smile over it. “Why are you so curious about my whereabouts Aaron.” 

You’ve called him Aaron so many times before. Late hours, long after everyone had gone home, a chair pulled up to his desk so the two of you would be side by side, bumping shoulders, making jokes. But something in the way you called his name this time and the way he didn’t smile, only stared through your facade, made your heart stutter. 

His response came with an air of hesitation, as if he was measuring, picking and choosing his words before he spoke them. “Because I care about you. And I’m allowed to be worried about you. Especially when I’m driving by and see you alone at night.”

Silence struck you, leaving you unsure of what words to muster up. 

“You don’t have to tell me, but at least let me take y–,” 

“He stood me up,” you let out a watery laugh, one attempting to cover up every other emotion that rushed forward with the burning embarrassment in your chest. “I didn’t even wanna go but Penelope insisted. Then I was stupid enough to get excited and god I just feel so dumb.” 

You hated looking and feeling like this in front of him. You wiped each tear as quickly as they came, but they still fell. 

“Here.” He handed you a tissue, his voice only a whisper on the cold night air.  “Did you drive here yourself?” 

You took the tissue from his hands with a sniff, doing your best to wipe your face clear of tears. “Penelope dropped me off. I guess she assumed he’d take me home or whatever.” 

Hotch sat in silence, thinking. You could see the gears turning in his head. Not in the ways he would when solving a case, trying to get into the head of an unsub. His expression was lighter this time, his brows no longer downturned and furrowed. Even his eyes seemed to be painted a lighter shade of brown. 

“Can I drive you home?” 

There were many truths you could state about Aaron Hotchner. How he has the brownest of eyes or how he has such an expressive face when he allows it, or just that he cares so much about each of his team members. But nothing could have prepared you for the way he pleaded with his eyes without even knowing it. He’d never force you to say yes to anything, so all he could do was hope, but the hope in his eyes was enough to make you go weak in the knees. 

“...yeah.” 

You watched as he rose from the bench and extended his hand to you, making you scoff out an amused laugh. 

“Don’t leave me hanging,” he smiled, shaking his hand for you to grab. With a smile and a roll of your eyes, you let your hand slip into his and let him walk you to his car. 

The car ride was quiet at first. Your eyes were closed, listening to the sound of the radio softly humming in the background and the cars passing by. When the car stopped and you felt the red glow of the streetlight glowing over you, you let your glance shift open to Aaron. 

But his eyes were already on you. 

In a moment of instincts he looked away, but like a force drawing him back, his eyes met yours again. 

“For what it's worth, you look beautiful tonight.” 

You felt your heart again, stumbling stupidly in your chest as he looked at you with this emotion in his eyes you weren’t confident enough to pinpoint. 

A small piece of you knew the truth hidden in his eyes, the part of you that could profile a disorganized serial killer with just a background and a few glances. But the bigger part of you, the part that cried on a bench after being stood up on a date, folded it away and shoved it under the rug. In fear and self-preservation. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Aaron.” 

You saw the green of the street light stretch across Aaron’s face before he could find some response to rival yours. With a half smile, he drove on, missing the turn to your apartment. 

“You went the wrong way,” you pointed, looking back to the street you were supposed to be on. 

“I know,” he smiled. “There’s a stop I wanted to make if that’s okay.” 

“Yeah no, that’s fine.” 

It wasn’t too far from your place, but eventually he pulled into the parking lot of a diner you’d never seen before. 

“You like burgers right?” 

Your lips parted as you looked over to him in disbelief. “Hotch–,” 

“Aaron. Don’t get formal with me now.” 

“Aaron, you don’t need to do all this for me.” 

“You were promised dinner.” His voice was light, a gentle smile on his lips. “It’d be rude if I dropped you off hungry.”

You watched as he stepped out of the car and made his way to your side, opening your door. Once more he offered a hand to you and once more, you accepted it with a laugh and a smile. 

“Wait wait wait, you’re telling me that you, Aaron Hotchner, was once a leather jacket wearing, rule breaking bad boy?” 

Aaron could only laugh coyly as you pointed at him with a french fry and a never ending flow of laughter. 

“It was a rebellious phase,” he chuckled, his cheeks tinged with a subtle hue of embarrassment on his cheeks. “Performative if anything.” 

You squinted at him, barely able to hide the amusement on your lips. “Is that what you tell yourself?” 

You watched as his smile grew bigger, tilting his head at you. “You’re really funny.” 

A broad smile, reading smile adorned your lips. “I know.”

The diner was mostly quiet save for the few chattering at their own individual booths including you and Aaron. It was small and cozy, something you hadn’t expected from him, but sitting in front of him now, seeing him with his rare laugh that only few got to see, you felt safe; a warm feeling spreading through your chest, like a cup of tea on a cold evening. 

Just like Aaron’s laugh, the feeling was rare, but wholly welcomed. 

“Here’s your check.” An older woman smiled warmly at the two of you before placing down a milkshake with two straws. “Milkshake’s on the house. For the lovely couple.” 

“Oh we’re not–” But she was already gone. 

The two of you stared at the milkshake in front of you. Vanilla. 

“Well that's just,” you trailed off, unsure of what to say.  

“Yeah.” Hotch was left just as speechless as you. 

“Well…” you sighed deeply and smiled. “Perfectly good milkshake. S’not like it’ll kill us right?” 

The two of you were adults. You could have taken turns on who takes a sip so no space was invaded but somehow, both of your brains short-circuited as the two of you leaned in, taking a sip at the same time. 

It only lasted but a moment, but every inch of you lingered in his touch. 

His knuckles brushed against yours where you both grasped your own straws; a match meeting the striker of a matchbox. 

Your foreheads bumping softly together; the match striking against the box.

Your knees touch, bumping each other in the same way your shoulders would in those late office hours; spark flying between the match and the box. 

Eyes meet, his brows dipping down and yours pinching in as you each get lost in the unspoken. But you look away, you tuck your foot in, and you sit back in your chair. 

A match won’t always light when stricken. 

You missed the disappointment in his eyes when you pulled away

“You never told me,” you coughed, pulling Aaron’s suit coat closer to your chest absentmindedly. “What were you doing in the area anyways? You live on the other side of town.” 

“I–hm…I was–” It was strange seeing the usually stern and sure man, stammering at a single question. “Garcia might have let it slip where you were supposed to be.” 

An amused smile slipped onto your lips once more, the tension of the moment fizzing out as quickly as it came. “So you were looking for me,” you grinned. “You told me you just happened to find me.” 

Aaron looked away, his own coy smile sneaking his way on his expression. “Okay, maybe I overstepped a line…or two. Like I said, I care about you and I was worried. That doesn’t excuse me go–,” 

“Aaron Aaron, slow down.” You watched as he looked up at you with those brown eyes you’ve grown so accustomed to. “I’m grateful you were there. Really. I would probably still be crying on a park bench.” 

Your smile wasn’t broad or teasing as it was before, just one of genuine admiration. 

“Thank you Aaron.” 

“I hope your night didn’t turn out all too terrible.” 

The night was well broken in—hours past since your now-forgotten bad date. The two of you hung outside of your home, leaning on Aaron’s parked car comfortably. 

“With you? Never.” 

You smiled, looking up to him before nudging his shoulder. You still wore his jacket and even with it being many sizes too big, you wore it like it was your own. 

With a shiver and a yawn, you pulled it tighter against you as the wind picked up.

“Should probably turn in.” His hand was already in yours, tangled together somewhere between getting out of the car and now. Neither of you could remember exactly when. 

“No,” you groaned, as he attempted to pull you from the car. “You’re no fun.” 

Aaron grinned as you fell in stride with him, walking along the sidewalk that led to where you lived. “Weren’t you just telling me how a night with me is never bad?” 

“Hmm,” you hummed in thought, stopping in front of a set of stairs that lead to your home. “You said ‘I hope your night didn’t turn out too terrible’,” you mimicked with an exaggeratedly low voice, making him chuckle. “And I said, ‘With you? Never.’ The word ‘bad’ never left my mouth Mr. Hotchner.” 

“That’s the same thing and you know it.” His words were accusing but his smile and playful tone never wavered. 

“Look at the time,” you exclaimed, climbing up the stairs with a newfound speed. “I think it’s about time I turn in, don’t you.” 

Aaron laughed, watching as you backtracked out of the conversation. “I do think so.” 

With a final wave and smile, you grasped the knob of your door before suddenly turning around.

“Aaron!” 

“Yes?” 

His response was quick, his eyes expectant, as if he was waiting for the moment you’d call him back. Your words died on your tongue, lost in the way he stared at you with such intensity. Just like before, he was pleading with just his eyes. They were wide, his brows raised hopefully in your call.

“I, um…I forgot your jacket.” Your movements were slow at first as you shrugged it off, immediately missing the warmth it gave. 

By the time your arm stretched out to hand it back, he was just a step below you, his hand brushing against yours as you handed it to him. Wordlessly, he took the next step up, his full height comparing itself to yours. 

In a moment of pure impulse, he pressed the softest of kisses to your cheek. “Thank you,” he murmured, taking a final step back. “I had fun tonight.” 

You didn’t know where to settle your eyes as he took another step down the stairs. “Me too.” 

You don’t quite remember turning away or putting in the key to get inside. One moment you were there, once more getting lost in all that was unsaid between the two of you, the next your back was pressed against the closed door inside your darkened apartment. 

You couldn’t even tell if you were breathing. All you could feel was the tingling feeling left from where Aaron’s lips touched your cheek. You felt like a teenager all over again, a broad smile spreading over your lips, a burning at your cheeks, and even butterflies in your stomach.

You were by no means an impulsive person. You couldn’t be in your line of work. Nearly everything you did had to be carefully measured in order for everything to work in the way you needed it to. It was rare you led with your heart and followed where your adrenaline guided you. 

It still existed in you though. A very small part that wanted you to follow your immediate impulses. For the first time in a long time you let that small part of you take charge. 

You surged forward and threw open the door, expecting to see him climbing into his car or driving off down the street. 

What you didn’t expect was to see him, standing right at your doorstep, prepared to knock at your door. 

You weren’t sure what you were supposed to say. Maybe some love confession or great reveal to how you truly feel, but it all died when your eyes fell on him. 

But you didn’t need to say a single word. Not to Aaron. Everything you ever wanted to say was spelled clearly in your eyes for him to read. 

Just like you, Aaron was not an impulsive person. But in the rare moment when he’d run into a building without back up or he’d take charge of a case that wasn’t his to investigate, he’d let his gut lead in front of his brain. 

And so he kissed you. 

You could barely process it, it happened so fast. One moment he was standing there, wordlessly. Helplessly. The next moment his hands were on you, both cupping your face carefully as if he was afraid you’d shatter in his hold. 

But you were holding him tightly. One grasping his wrist and the other finding home on his chest. You held him as if you were afraid he’d be ripped out of your hold. 

But he didn’t.

And neither did you. 

It was only you and him and no one else.

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Not me kicking my feet 🤭

I would love a blurb where hotch has a girlfriend whose love language is physical touch and gift giving 😍🫶

Went for just physical touch today because I believe wholeheartedly in touch-starved!Hotch

this is short but incredibly fluffy. Like almost grossly fluffy tbh

Also I’m currently accepting hotch blurb requests so feel free to send them in!!!

Hotch would consider himself good at his job. He noticed the smallest details about his team just because he was very intuitive. He knew Prentiss was a nail biter after a week of knowing her, he knew Reid would blink more as his anxiety increased and he knew that you showed love by small touches.

3 minutes and 42 seconds. 3 minutes and 42 seconds of torture as he tried to pretend like his heart wasn’t imploding at the mere sensation of your hand planting itself on the sleeve of his blazer.

When you first started dating Hotch was apprehensive. You’d known each other for years, you’d known him when he was married, when he was divorced. He’d known you through break ups and relationships you swore were the real thing. But as time ticked on, and he noticed more about you, more of your declared touches. The more he realised as cliche as it was, that the ‘real thing’ was actually in front him the entire time.

So right now, as you both sat side by side on the jet, your cursed hand resting on his arm, did Hotch relish in the feeling for the first time. He appreciated everything you did. The careless smiles and crude snorts that followed laughter you’d been bellowing after one of Prentiss’s sarcastic quips. Even the things you’d sworn you hated. He adored all of it. All of you. Especially the touches.

It took him a while to get used to it. Before you there was Haley, and well before she passed and even before the divorce papers had been signed he had been separated from her in physical form.

So yeah, it was safe to say Aaron hotchner found it tricky to function when you so openly loved him. Hugged him in front of everyone just because you wanted to, put your hand on his shoulder when you were standing behind him in briefings just because you wanted him to know you were right there. He’d never felt so wanted.

“What’re ya thinking about? I know it was a tough case but we caught him Hotch… he won’t be able to do that-“

“You… I was thinking of you…”

Your eyes widened like the rest of the teams did. It was rare to see Hotch express any kind of emotion during work but ever since the two of you had finally gotten together after literal years of pining, well they had all noticed the subtle changes in their unit chiefs earnestness.

No one was brave enough to interrupt the extremely romantic (and slightly nausea inducing according to Prentiss) moment except one Derek Morgan who had a sarcastic quip just waiting to be spoken.

“Woah there Bossman… next you’ll be getting down on one knee at the plane runway…”

Funnily enough Hotch couldn’t find it in himself to be angry. Not when he could practically see your cheeks radiating heat at the mention of marriage. Not when you’d now been touching him for 5 Whole minutes.