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“friends kiss each other all the time, right? “ with Hotch please 😩🙌🏻

it's 10 pm when you decide to finish up for the night-taking the imminent rumbling of your stomach as a sign to leave and get some dinner. you’re quick to pack your things away, your mind distracted as you tried to decide what you were craving.

you switch your desk light off, leaving the bullpen in almost complete darkness - apart from the scattered lamps and the unmissable glow coming from your boss’s office. you took a moment to debate whether to disturb hotch so late and before you had come to a conclusion your feet were dragging you up the short steps and you were knocking on his slightly ajar door.

“hey, are you busy?” you ask, regretting the words as soon as you saw the piles of paperwork on his desk and the look of frustration on his face. you opened your mouth, ready to apologise for bothering him when he puts his pen down and gestures for you to enter.

“is everything ok y/n?” he asks, his gentle tone taking you by surprise - you’d expected annoyance or a dismissive gesture. but all you saw was his shoulders relax, and his eyes widened slightly with intrigue.

“oh i was -uh-  just wondering if you wanted to get dinner.” you almost winced at the way you stuttered and his eyebrows raise slightly in what you could only detect as amusement. you took this as a sign to continue, “i just mean, we’re the only ones left and its late and i dont really feel like walking out on my own.” a sigh left your lips as you finished - that couldn’t have come out worse if you’d tried.

you were almost certain he’d tell you to leave, that he had far too much to do. instead, he looks at you for a moment, not saying a word before standing up. “ok.” he says, and now it was your turn to be surprised. he places a few items inside his bag and walks over to you. “let’s go.”

the plan was to walk over to the restaurant, eat your meal and walk back to your car and drive home. simple, almost impossible to go wrong. but of course, it did, you got there just slightly after 10:30 - your heart sinking slightly as you saw them closing up the sit-in area for the night. “takeout only.” the guy at the counter said, before heading back into the kitchen.

you turned to face hotch who didn’t seem at all phased by the unexpected hurdle in the plan. “we can find someplace else.” you whispered, feeling bad for dragging him out of his office and away from his work.

but he only shook his head, “no, it’s fine - we’ll figure something out, " he said before picking up a menu and reading through the options, leaving you to wonder what he could propose as a solution.

it wasn’t until you’d left the restaurant, two bags full of takeout boxes that he’d let you in on his plan. and that's how you ended up here, sitting on the floor in the living room of your boss’s apartment- reruns of various 90s shows playing on the tv as you both divulged in the best Thai food DC had to offer.

“this is really good, i can’t believe i’ve never been there before.” he said, adding some more green curry to his plate. you let out a small laugh, reaching over to take the box from him and add the rest to your own - already full - plate.

“not too many people know about it, i found it my first week here when i was scoping out the area and it’s been my little secret ever since.” you admit.

“well, thank you for sharing it with me.” the way he smiles as he says it makes your stomach flutter, and you’re grateful when his attention moves back to food and away from you - the ridiculous grin on your face becoming almost impossible to hide.

it's hard enough trying not to look at him with metaphoric heart eyes but you can’t help it - it all feels surreal, you never thought you’d be here, indulging in such a domestic moment with him. it was no secret you’d been in love with hotch since your very first week at the bau. it sounds ridiculous, especially since he’d barely looked your way but there was something about him - a magnetic energy that pulled you in.

the vibration of his phone shook the table slightly, interrupting the comfortable silence. He sighed and stood up quickly, mumbling a rushed 'one second' before walking to the kitchen. the hushed conversation couldn't be heard, but the disappointment on his face as he came back out to the living room told you the evening was coming to an end sooner than you'd like.

"is everything all right?" you asked as he approached you. you observed how he didn't sit down again and how his shoulders had tensed, his demeanor moving from comfortable to...well, how he typically was, guarded.

“that was jessica, jack not sleeping well, so she’s going to bring him home, I'm sorry." he explained, but you were shaking your head before he could continue speaking.

"there's no need to apologise, hotch; dad duty comes first." you smiled at him, and he returned a small one. "let me help you tidy this up, and I'll be on my way." you quickly began to close the nearly empty containers, and he didn’t hesitate to help. 

“do you need want to me to drop you home?” he asked, as he put away the last if the dishes. 

“my apartment is only a few blocks away, I can walk.” you replied, watching as he turned to face you, eyebrows furrowed with concern. a giggle escaped your lips before you could stop it, “i have my gun, and pepper spray. I’ll be fine.” 

his eyes glittered with amusement, “i don’t doubt that, i’ve seen you throw your fair share of punches.” he laughs, and you feel your heart clench at the sound. it's silent for a moment, before he continues. “thank you for dragging me out of that office - can’t imagine having dinner with your boss was how you wanted to spend your evening.”

“‘are you kidding? thank you for keeping me company, i really appreciate it.” its true, you were grateful for the company - it was easy to you feel isolated from others because of your job, and it wasn't until this evening that you realised how much you'd missed socialising outside of work. “and you’re not just my boss hotch, you’re my friend.” 

he tilts his head for a moment, his eyes skim across your face quickly, and you don’t miss the way they linger over your lips. “friends?” he whispers, as he moves closer to you, your back pressing against the island as you take a step back - unsure if you’d be able to hold yourself back, if he got any closer. 

‘friends.” you repeated, and before the words had finished leaving your mouth you felt yourself reaching up, your hands were on his shoulders as your press your lips against his. you close your eyes before you can see his reaction, and pull away, not waiting for a reponse. “i’m so sorry - hotch i shouldn’t have…” you whispered, moving away from him and towards the door, if the earth couldn't swallow you up from the ground - the next best option would be to run out of his door. 

‘y/n.. y/n wait.” he followed you,  quickening his footsteps and grabbing hold of your wrist to stop you moving any further. he drew you close to him and reached up to touch your face. His hands were startlingly cold next to your heated cheeks but you couldn't bring yourself to care. “friends kiss each other all the time, right?” before you can reply, he’s kissing you and this time there’s no hesitancy, no confusion - its perfect, your lips mould together as though they were made for this…like you were made for each other. 

despite wanting to freeze the moment, and live in it forever - you pulled away. ‘i- i should go, it’s late and jack will be back soon.” you say, and he nods in response - you’re acutely aware of his hands still holding your face. you bring your own hands up, to place over his. “but we should do this again… as friends.” you smile, as you walk away and open the door. 

“or maybe more?” he asks, taking you by surprise for the third time that night. your lips meet his again, for a brief moment, before answering. 

“or maybe more.” 

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thank you so much for this request and I'm so sorry it took an eternity to get it done. please send me some more requests, i can't believe how much I have missed writing.

#aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotch blurb #aaron hotchner blurb #criminal minds #hotch <3 #you can tell where my writing started and ended because this gets soooo bad towards the end sorry ♥️ #also not edited i apologise

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aaron hotchner masterlist

( * indicates smut, minors dni | F indicates fluff | A indicates angst )

SERIES

coming soon

ONE SHOTS

Thrilling*: Reader finds a way to comfort her boss.

more coming soon

BLURBS

Prosecutor Hotch*: Reader and Hotch get caught

SUV sex*: Reader reminds Hotch of just how much she loves him

Kiss me, I'm miserable (F): Hotch is grumpy, reader finds out why

Scars (A) (F): Reader reassures Aaron after the Foyet attack

Late for work (F): Hotch doesn't want to go back to work

Shoulder to cry on (F): Hotch comforts reader after a tough case

Suit Jacket (F): Hotch cares more for reader than he'll admit

BONUS:

taylor swift playlist for hotch: here

all hotch ramblings are under #hotch <3

#hotch <3 #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch blurb #criminal minds

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concept- first time you and hotch have sex after foyets attack, and he’s self conscious about the scars, but you help him because he’s the most beautiful man and he’s YOUR most beautiful man :((

wait i love this 🥺

you would never push him to do anything - the furthest you two had gone since that day was him going down on you whenever you needed a release. but that was it and whilst you would never complain about having his mouth on you, you missed him - all of him.

you’re not sure how to approach the situation, you didn't want to seem pushy or needy but you wanted to understand why he was holding back. he seemed fine in all other aspects considering what he’d gone through - he was open with you when we had bad days or nightmares and you appreciated it. but physically he had closed himself off - he wouldn’t even get undressed in front of you anymore, opting to change in the bathroom or wait until you’d gone to make breakfast and it was breaking your heart.

so you didn't say anything - you waited for him to bring it up, tell you what was bothering him in his own time. that was until one particular night, he’d worn one of his tight shirts and he looked absolutely delectable. you had practically pounced on him the moment you got home, pushing him against the couch and jumping on top of him. his hands found home on your hips as you held his face and kissed him - a kiss full of desperation and love. he reciprocated your every move, biting down on your lip - pulling you closer against him.

so you didn't think twice as your nimble fingers made their way down his chest, brushing against the soft material of his shirt and undoing the buttons so quick you might as well have ripped them off. you didn't get very far before you felt his hands leave your body and grip your wrists, stopping you before you exposed his chest. “y/n…” he whispered, gently manoeuvring you off him and standing up, buttoning his shirt back up. “we can’t.”

you move to get up on your knees, wobbling slightly on the soft couch. your hands come up to hold his wrists - pausing his movements. a sigh leaves his lips as he looks at you, “aaron please talk to me.”

“i can’t.” he whispers, trying to tug himself away, but you hold on tighter - you knew this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation, there was no denying that. but you knew the longer he kept this inside, kept whatever it was that was eating him up to himself, the worse it would get.

“please. why are you hiding.” you almost pleaded, watching as his eyes blinked rapidly - as though he was holding back tears and you felt your heart sink.

“i don’t want you to see them.” his hands are shaking as he answers, and you immediately move from his wrists to cover them, keeping them steady under your palms. “you don’t need to see this.”

“see what aaron.” you question as that familiar feeling of knowing…understanding creeps in. his eyes glance down for a moment, to his covered chest, his movements so quick you might’ve missed them had not you been staring at him so intently.

you move slightly, instinctively - and his eyes are quick to look away as your fingers reach towards the buttons on his shirt. you’re trembling as you undo each one, slowly… hesitantly. “y/n…” he whispers, and you wait for him to stop you, to pull you away from him but he doesn’t. he stands there, allowing you closer to him that he has in months. it’s difficult to conceal your emotions, when you see what he’s been hiding - the scars that covered his body, the constant reminder of what he’d been through. through the deafening silence in the room - you’re almost sure he can hear your heart shatter.

the moment his shirt is fully open, his skin bare and on display, he holds his breath. you can feel it, the way his body stiffens. you’re quick to return your hands to his chest, waiting for him to face you again. “baby…this doesn’t change how i see you,” his eyes meet yours again, tears welling up as he sees the undeniable adoration written across your face. “i love you aaron, nothing will make me ever stop loving you.”

slower this time, you begin to make your way down his body - taking your time to kiss over his scars, letting your lips linger over each one. his hands are stuck by his side, almost too afraid to touch you. so you pull away slowly, raising your body back up - stopping once you’re face to face with him. you place your palms on his cheeks, using the pads of your thumbs to brush away his tears. you hated seeing him cry. “please don’t let him take you from me. you’re still the man i love, and nothing will ever change that.”

let me know if you want a part two with smut…

#v nervous about this #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner blurb #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch smut #hotch blurb #criminal minds #hotch <3

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Aaron being late for work because he won’t stop kissing Y/N

wait ok i strayed from the prompt a little (a lot)

i'm picturing this as his first day back to work after paternity leave? he’s had like 6 weeks off, settled into a little routine of waking up next to you - walking into the room next door just to watch your baby sleep before going to make you breakfast and serving it to you in bed because you deserve to rest and he just wants to show you how much he appreciates you….

anyway that morning, he wakes up when his alarm goes off and he doesn’t want to open his eyes, he doesn’t want the day to start and for his short moment of peace to end - but that's when he feels something tickling his face. nimble fingers tracing his nose, moving slowly down to his jawline. he smiles at this, “good morning.” he whispers, turning over to his side and opening his eyes gently.

you’re smiling at him, hand still holding his face - thumb running across his cheekbones. he kisses your palm, his own hand coming up to cover yours. “good morning handsome.” you say, giggling as he moves his lips to kiss over the ring that adorned your finger. “you gotta get up baby, you’re gonna be late.”

he lets go of your hand and falls back on his back with a groan, “i don't want to go.” he sighs, rubbing his hands across his face in hopes of waking himself up. you laugh as you manoeuvre yourself to sit on top of him, chin resting on his chest.

“i dont think you have a choice sweetheart, they need you.” you remind him but he shakes his head at your words.

“i don't want to leave you, or her. i should be here with both of you.” he pulled your body up higher and wrapped his arms around you. “maybe i should just retire.” he’s joking, of course, but there's something in his eyes that tells you he’s considered that option before this moment.

you place a kiss on his cheek, “aaron we’re fine, we will be fine. if i need anything i promise, i’ll call you.” his fingers hold your chin, bringing your lips to his. it's a sweet kiss, gentle and full of love. “now you have to get up.”

he pulls you closer, tighter than you thought possible, “5 more minutes?” he poses it as a question, kissing you again before you can tell him, again, that he’s going to be late.

“aaron-” he cuts you off again, kissing your cheeks this time, “- hotchner.” another kiss is placed on your lips, and he bites down slightly - pulling at it as moves away to reply.

“yes mrs hotchner?” he raises an eyebrow, smirking down at you, knowing exactly how much you love hearing him call you that. this time it's you that kisses him, it's needier than the ones before - he’d been subtly teasing you for too long, working you up on purpose - needing a reason for you to tell him to stay. his hands roam down your body, holding on to your hips as you deepen the kiss.

you pull apart for a moment, your pupils dilated - that wild look in your eyes makes him laugh as he pushes the hair out of your face and pulls down the strap of your top. “call the team,” you whisper against his lips, “you’re staying home today.”

#idk how i feel about this :/ #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner blurb #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch smut #hotch <3

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it’s finally here ! let me know what you think ! 💜

#using tags to boost sorry! #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch smut #criminal minds #cm playlist #hotch playlist #Spotify

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they cant make hotch say things like “asking to be dominated” and not expect me to wanna jump his bones 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

#hotch <3 #aaron hotchner

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AARON HOTCHNER + POLO (AND ARMS) in 10x19 “BEYOND BORDERS.”

#hes so #large 💞🧔🏻‍♂️ #hotch <3

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hotch concept !! he's a big softie so he sees you're not well after a case and he checks in, giving you a shoulder to cry on if needed

love this !

its 3 hours into an 8 hour flight and the rest of the team are asleep but he’s still awake doing paperwork (as always). he gets out of his seat to grab a cup of coffee - its silent on the jet, other than the slight rumble from the engines and the whirring of the coffee machine. as he waits for the coffee to pour he looks out into the cabin, taking in the sight of his team resting after what had been a tough week. he’s ready to grab his cup and head back to his seat when he hears something - it sounds like a sniffle, as though someone was crying.

drink forgotten, he starts to walk through the cabin and thats when he see’s you - curled up in your seat, knees pressed to your chest as you looked out the window. he debates disturbing you, not wanting it to seem as though he’d been eavesdropping but he also knows that if this was the other way round, you’d be first to help him. so he takes the seat next to you and gently places his hand on your shoulder. you jump slightly, likely not having expected anyone to be awake or come to the back of the jet. “hotch,” you lift your hand up to your face - using the sleeve of your sweater to wipe the tears away. “i’m sorry did i wake you?“

he shakes his head, “you didn’t. i just want to make sure you’re ok?” you sniffle again, still trying to hold in your tears. “are you ok y/n?” he looks at you - watching as you deliberate lying to him, and when his eyes catch yours he gives you a look that he hopes urges you to be honest with him.

and it works, “no, i’m not ok - i just…it was a lot.” you whisper, your cheek is resting against your knees, a sullen expression written across your face - camouflaged within the obvious exhaustion. “sometimes it all just feels so pointless aaron.” the tears are falling again, freely this time and he understands, the despair, the feeling of hopelessness. its all too familiar to him, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t break his heart to see it take hold of you.

he doesn’t say anything, he knows theres nothing he can say to make you feel better in this moment. so he places his hand on your arm, once again, and allows you to fall against him, your muffled sobs filling the air around you both. his arms wrap around you as you burrow closer, tears no doubt staining his already rumpled shirt. but he doesn’t care - he just needs to be there for you, to be your boss, to be your friend and to be a shoulder to cry on.

#not good bc im sleepy but this made me sad n soft #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner blurb #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch blurb #criminal minds

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gatekeeping unit chief!spence 💞💞💞

#spencer reid

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imagine new dom spencer with experienced sub reader. idk why but that would either b the cutest thing ever or way too chaotic. i need ur thoughts babe

he starts off slow, allowing you to lead - following your motions before gaining the confidence he needs to explore your body. his hand gently brushes against your collarbones, too nervous to move his fingers any higher. so you gently guide him - your own hand wrapped tight around his wrist directing him where he needed to go. his fingers make contact with the flushed skin and he looks at you for permission before pressing down. “is this ok.” he whispers, his eyes staying on yours watching for any sign of discomfort.

“harder spence, its ok.” you whisper, your voice almost cutting off as you adjusts his hand so its tighter around your throat. he gasps a little as your jaw falls open at the sudden motion. a small smile forming on both your faces as he begins to play around with his grip. taking note on how your body reacts to different amounts of pressure.

he’s rutting against you at the point, the feeling of having control over you, the knowledge that you would entrust him to do this to you is overwhelming - the harder he squeezes your throat quicker he moves his hips between your thighs. “please spencer, cum for me.” you whisper in his ear, your voice strained from the pressure on your throat and that’s enough for him to reach his high, making a mess all over your thighs. he looses his grip as his hips slow their movement, and he smiles down at you before placing a kiss to your lips.

“you’re so good for me.” he whispers to you as he removes his hand, leaving kisses where his fingers had been. he hadn’t left any marks this time - thats not what this was. you were simply practicing, teaching, learning - there was plenty of time to make you completely and utterly his.

#last time posting #im done!!! #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds #spencer <3

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me saying i’ll never write about spencer again was so short lived i love him far too much 😻😻

#spencer <3

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POLO SHIRT AARON HOTCHNER in 8x23 “BROTHERS HOTCHNER.”

#screaming #crying #throwing myself out the window #he’s so big n sexy #scrumptious 💞💞 #hotch <3

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Ok but I've never been a hotch girl but seeing all your posts on him I'm kinda starting to have thoughts lol. Maybe I'm gonna have to reid some hotch fics

this is my legacy, this is my impact 😻

message me for fic recs hehe

#this made me so happy #he deserves it all #hotch <3 #moots <3

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him leaving his wife to go and see emily 💞💞💞💞💞💞

haleys cheating era 😐😐😐😐

#im kidding 🤨🤨

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haleys cheating era 😐😐😐😐

#THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER #WHEN THE PHONE STARTS RINGING #I WANNA HUG HIM #HOLD HIM AND TELL HIM HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER #hotch <3

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are you ever just like...

💕💗✨😍💘 AARON HOTCHNER💘😍✨💗💕

#hotch <3 #always !

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i think its so funny that hotch is the one to say “well reid got propositioned by every prostitue we spoke to” he’s so funny

#paraphrasing bc the scene was 10 #mins ago #but im still laughing #hotch <3