This man said hi and waved to me and I am forever changed. What is this chokehold he has over us 🫣😵💫🫠
I’m sorry but if I walked into my house and this was on my counter, I’d become feral real quick and never leave my house again 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
Some fake IGs I whipped up quickly. More to come!
Thanks @greg-montgomery 🫶🏻
What site is everyone using for the fake instagram posts these days? I have some ideas 😇😁
Do not go gentle
Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader
Warnings/Contains: illusions to reader suffering "some" attack earlier, nightmares, reader and hotch are goofy idiots, inappropriate boss/employee relationship, unprotected pinv sex, dirty talk, pulling out, splash the back, mentions of m!masturbation, swearing, blasphemy, hotch has a size kink if you squint.
Word Count: 4.7k
Can you believe it? I've finally posted Hotch smut? I recently picked CM back up again and turns out he's still irresistible. Enjoy this, I did.
Are we kidding? I’m obsessed with the Pilates selfie era and I am begging for it’s return 😂❤️
Does anyone remember what this is from!? 🤭😄
aaron just collapsing in bed with you after a rough case :(
he gets home late, roughly the early hours of the morning. the heavy, sinking feeling of the mattress is what wakes you, the sound of him kicking off his shoes and landing onto the carpet. and although you're still half asleep, your drowsy mind still processes it's him, that he's finally home, and you can easily sense it was a bad one.
some days, you hold him. you turn your body to face him, drawing him into your embrace, your fingers running through the short hair on the back of his neck. the others, he's wrapping his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible to him, either burying his face into your neck, or if behind you - right between your shoulder blades. his hand will also find yours and interlock your fingers, his forearm draped over your waist.
for now, there's no talking, he's still in his suit - you'll coax him into his pajamas shortly, sliding the suit jacket off his shoulders yourself, unloosening his tie for him. aaron's gripping onto you as if his life depends on it, and in a way, it does.
but after a while, you ask if he's alright, if he needs to talk about anything, wipe away his tears gently with your thumb if it was that bad. he'll either nod quietly, or mumble a response.
with your presence, and your grounding breaths, aaron finally falls into a fitful, yet calm sleep. he hasn't slept properly since the beginning of that awful case, to be fair. he's just so relieved to be home, so relieved that nightmare of a few days is somewhat over, so relieved to have you, his light at the end of the tunnel, there without fail always. <3
Good Day's Work
Summary: you’re the only one who can make a good day out of paperwork Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader Genre: fluff [oneshot] Warning(s): none A/N: day ten of the marchhotchness event by @hotchfiles
"Flowers? You got me flowers?" Aaron's voice was laced with genuine surprise as I stepped into his office, holding a bouquet of vibrant red roses. His eyes, usually stern and focused, softened as they met mine. I couldn't help but smile at his reaction.
"Surprised?" I teased, stepping closer and offering him what I held with my hands.
He accepted them with a grateful beam, his fingers brushing against mine in the exchange. "More than surprised," he admitted, his gaze lingering on the roses before meeting mine again. "Thank you, Y/N. This was unexpected but incredibly thoughtful"
I watched as he carefully arranged the flowers in a vase on his desk, a touch of color brightening up the typically austere office. It wasn't often that I saw him let his guard down like this, and it warmed my heart to know that I could bring a smile to his face.
As his girlfriend and colleague, I knew firsthand the weight that Aaron carried on his shoulders. Leading BAU of the FBI was no easy task, and he bore the responsibility with grace and determination. But behind the facade of a stern and stoic leader was a man who deserved to be reminded of the lighter things in life. He deserved to be reminded of all the love he was surrounded by.
"I thought they might bring a little bit of brightness to your day," I said softly, taking a seat across from him, "You do so much for everyone else, Aaron. Sometimes it's important to take a moment for yourself"
He nodded, his expression grateful. "You always seem to know exactly what I need, even when I don't realize it myself"
Leaning back in my chair, I couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for this man who held my heart. Aaron Hotchner was more than just my boyfriend, he was my partner in both work and life. And seeing him smile, even if just for a moment, made every challenge we faced worth it.
Our relationship hadn't been without its obstacles, particularly with Aaron being my superior. But we navigated those waters with care, always mindful of the boundaries that needed to be maintained within the workplace. Yet, behind closed doors, even if it meant in his office, we allowed ourselves to be vulnerable with each other, sharing the burdens and joys that came with our profession.
"Speaking of taking a moment for ourselves," Aaron said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us, "How about dinner tonight? Just the two of us"
The invitation caught me off guard, but I couldn't hide the smile that tugged at my lips. "I would love that," I replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in my chest, "Anywhere in particular you had in mind?"
He shrugged casually, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Somewhere that serves good food and even better company"
I laughed, knowing that Aaron wasn't one for grand gestures or extravagant displays of affection. His simplicity was part of what drew me to him, the way he showed his love through quiet gestures and unwavering support.
"Sounds perfect," I said, reaching across the desk to squeeze his hand gently. "I will look forward to it"
As I stood to leave his office, his gaze followed me, a warmth in his eyes that spoke volumes. With a soft smile lingering on my lips, I made my way back to my desk. As I settled into my chair, I couldn't help but notice the curious glances from my colleagues.
Derek, always quick to pick up on subtleties, raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the edge of my desk. "Everything alright?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
I nodded, unable to contain my contentment. "Everything's great" I replied, gesturing subtly towards Aaron's office.
He followed my gaze, his eyes widening in surprise as he caught sight of the man through the half-open curtains. A rare smile graced our boss's lips, a sight that never failed to lift the spirits of those around him.
"Pretty girl, you just made a good day out of all this paperwork" he remarked, a grin spreading across his face. "Boss man is happy"
word count: 1202
summary: you disobey a direct order from hotch and now you’re injured
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
authors note: implied age gap but nothing too descriptive or explicit. again, i’m only just getting back into writing so bare with me while i get into the swing of things again. hope you enjoy regardless 💕
You disrespected a direct order and got hurt on a case. After he found out you were going to be fine, he went straight to the silent treatment. No words, no glances exchanged on the ride to the hospital, nor on the jet, nor even on the ride back home.
Now, he's sat busy rewrapping your bandages, still maintaining the silence. You watch his hands carefully tend to your wounds before you decide to finally speak up and break the silence which, right now, felt even worse than him shouting.
"Say something at least," she pauses. "Shout at me.. storm out, I don't care just.. anything other than silence."
He finished rewrapping your bandages and looked up at you. "Don't be an idiot again."
"Is that it? Is that all you have to say?" You respond, expecting him to say more, but nothing came.
He sighs. "It's a miracle that you're sitting here talking to me after all, you know that?"
"A miracle?" You scoff. "Hotch, I had it under control, besides it's just a few scratches." You argue your point.
He raises a brow and looks at you incredulously. "A few scratches? Remind me again how many stitches you got?"
"It's not even that bad!" You argue again. "It's a few stitches, so what?"
"So what?! A few stitches? Have you lost your damn mind?! Is that all that’s left up there? You could have been killed, can’t you see that?”
“I was doing my job!” You raise your voice to match his own.
He raised his further, trying to prove his own point. “Your job is to obey when I say ‘pull back’!”
“If I had listened to you, those poor young women would have been murdered.” You state coldly to him, trying to get him to understand where you were coming from. “I was doing my job and yes I got injured but I’m fine.. and they’re safe.”
He sighs. “And you nearly joined them at the morgue.”
“What is it with you? What’s this all really about?!” You emphasise the second part of the sentence. You had never seen him get so wound up over something like this before. Usually it was a stern telling off and he’d let you go, but not today.
“It’s about you! Don’t you get it? I can’t afford to lose you.” And there it was. The whole reason he’d got so upset in the first place, it wasn’t just because you were one of his best profilers; there was something much deeper.
“Hotch..” you spoke gently, features softening. He sat back down and looked over at you. He was quiet for a minute before speaking up again.
“Do you think it’s easy for me to see you all beaten up?”
“I-I didn’t know you felt like that.” You stuttered out, choking back a sob. Your gaze was locked onto your hands in your lap, fiddling with a ring on your finger.
He stared at you for a moment before sighing softly. “I do. And I’m terrified. I don’t know what I’d do without you..” He held his arms out for a hug and waited for you to scoot closer to him, which didn’t take much prompting because no sooner had he opened his arms, you’d lunged right into them, burying your face into his chest.
He pulled you close and held you tight, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Thank goodness you’re alright, sweetheart. You have no idea how scared I was.”
You sigh, pulling away a little to look up at him but not wanting to let go completely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.. I just wanted to save them.”
“I know, I know. I just don’t want to see you in any danger, that’s all.” He pulled you back to him, this time placing a soft kiss to your lips. When you pull away, you look up at him.
“I guess we’re not just ‘boss’ and ‘employee’ anymore..” This makes him chuckle, a smile forming on his lips, the first genuine smile you’d seen all night.
“Nope, we sure aren’t. I guess you’re not just ‘renegade agent who doesn’t listen and likes to make Hotch worry’ anymore either..” he smirks.
You give him a bemused look. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and the for the last time.. I was doing my job. You know you would have done the same thing if the roles had been reversed.”
He raises a brow at your statement but he couldn’t argue, knowing what you said had truth behind it. “I can’t say that you’re wrong. But I still don’t want you taking risks like that.”
“You nod your head slowly, knowing he was right. “It won’t happen again.”
“I know. Just think about my heart next time.” He sighed and brushed some hair out of your face. “That poor thing can only take so much.”
“I forgot you were old.” You pout playfully. “Well, not old but.. well- you’re older than me.” You start to ramble then stop. “I’ll just shut up.”
He smiled and chuckles softly. “Don’t you dare shut up.” He looks down at you, bringing a hand to brush stray strands of hair out of your eyes and tucking them behind your ear. “I love it when you ramble on and on about random stuff. That’s one of the things I love about you.. that and your beautiful smile. And your pretty eyes. And your amazing personality.. and your..”
“Yeah okay, okay, I get it.” You bury your face into his side, feeling your face heat up from embarrassment. He chuckles again and gently runs his fingers through your hair. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are.” He pauses for a few seconds, looking you in the eyes. “Even with a few bruises and some stitches.”
You wince as he traces his fingers over some of the cuts and bruises that littered your face; he realises the mistake he’s made when he sees you wince. “Oh.. I’m sorry.” He moves his hand away quickly and looks away, hating to see you in pain.
“It’s okay.” You smile softly, taking his hand into yours and leaning further into his side. “I love you.”
His face softens at the confession. “I love you too.” He kisses you on the forehead and lets go of your hand, much to your dismay, but quickly wraps his arms around your waist instead. Pulling you back into his chest for another hug.
“I could stay like this forever.” You sigh in content, making him chuckle. “I could too.”
He kisses you on the forehead once more before pulling you even closer to him and whispering in your ear. “You know I can’t stand it when you’re all hurt, right?”
“I know.. but at least I have you.” You smile at the thought. He kisses you softly on the temple. “You always will. I’ll always be right here you know that, right?”
“I know.” You smiled as your head rested against him, eyes closed in content at the feeling of being near him.
It was in this moment you knew, Aaron’s words had never been more true.
hellooo, hope everything's okay with you:) i was thinking of a hotch request, of bau!reader being "his favourite" in the team (in a way that the team can see he has a soft spot for her). maybe the members of the team seeing little interactions between them two and noticing it <33 i just *loved* the one you wrote about hotch helping her in a bau party, and would love to see more of hotch protecting her and being soft with her, during the jobs as well!! thank you so muchhhh, hope you have a good day x
hiii thank u so much baby!!! this has been in my drafts since september i’m so sorry for the delay!! i hope this is okay <3 | 0.6k of fluff
Aaron Hotchner was never one to play favorites. He’s always loved his team, has always felt fond towards its members in one way or another, but none ever seemed to outrank the other.
Until you.
You’d joined the BAU as a temporary replacement, and then, you just stayed. You fit right in, which wasn’t hard to do considering how welcoming everyone had been, but it still felt like the kind of luck that isn’t easy to come by.
Hotch has felt a sort of pull towards you ever since you stepped into the bureau, your shirt a little wrinkled, smile nervous and beautiful. He’s grown to feel for you in a way that doesn’t compare to how he feels towards the others. It’s completely different; incomparable.
Even now, over a year since you’ve joined the team, Hotch can’t help but feel like he has to protect you, has to make sure you’re okay.
The others know it, too.
Derek has taken to doing his very own Hotch impression, a lovestruck version of him, that is. Spencer tells Aaron daily that he should just tell you how he feels. Emily likes to say, ‘you’re going soft, Hotchner.’ And all he can do is fight a smile and shake his head.
Okay so I saw your post about wanting Aaron Hotchner requests and I’ve been thinking about this one. It’s not a want but a need, I need face riding with Aaron Hotchner. He just seems like the type of guy where hovering, not allowed. I really don’t care about much of anything else I just need factoring with Aaron Hotchner so please give it to me whenever you get to this request, I’m literally begging for this 😭
fem!plus size reader, wc: 233. nsfw.
a/n: OH HE ABSOLUTELY IS!!
“Down.”
pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader genre: established relationship, SMUT warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT + BLOCK ‘#nightingale ..’ !! face fucking, drool/saliva, mean-ish dom!aaron, sub!reader, degradation, praise, ‘good girl’, dacryphilia anon: okay okay hear me out. aaron hotchner being stressed out from a case and you giving him the sloppiest head ever. completely unable to think or speak he just groans and fucks ur face :3 i need him so bad bye -🗽 a/n: now i don’t usually write smut but i couldn’t resist i’m afraid :( mdni banner + template by @/cafekitsune wc: 560
Aaron isn’t usually like this. He has always been respectful towards you, especially in bed, and he abhors the sheer idea of hurting you in any way. But today is different. He can’t help himself; Strauss has been on his back about paperwork and politics, the case that they were on ended with a suicide by cop and their usually smooth flight was interrupted by an unexpected bout of turbulence. His head spins as he enters his apartment, rubbing tiredly at his eyes as an aura of frustration follows him in waves.
hey baby it’s the anon from a few days ago who’s not long started CM! but anyway it’s missing AH hours and tell me why i’m thinking about a secret relationship with him and he shows up to work with his new haircut and it’s all sexy tension and dirty texts 😭😭😭🤭🤭🤭😍😍😍
Hellooo again!!!
GOSH that's so hot tho like 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 I made these inspired by @greg-montgomery 💖💖💖 I was ✨inspired✨ which I hope is okay Fay 😭
GN!reader, slightly nsfw, minors dni
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aaron hotchner
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