When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-

THIS THIS THIS

Me whenever I see @dudeitiskarev @hotchfiles @ssahotchnerr on my notifications

thinking about Aaron coming home from a case late night, trying his hardest to stay quiet but his shoe drops with a loud 'thud', and he curses under his breath when he hears your footsteps pad over. he's sorry he woke you up when he sees the bleary-eyed look on your face, the way you knuckle at the sleep in your eyes, but he can't be sorry when he sees you've only got on an old shirt of his, couch blanket draped over your shoulders.

his voice is low, full of fondness and adoration, when he murmurs you closer, arms wrapping tight around your shoulders when he feels you snuggle in close, the way your nose pokes where his neck meets his shoulder. can't help the inhale he takes in your hair, catching scents of your shampoo, the cookies you and Jack baked earlier, and something else uniquely you that he can only describe as home.

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

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

“Come here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I think the full nelson from him would fix me (I would stop being a brat for the rest of the night and then be bratty again the next day)

i love the strict boss and his hyperactive tech analyst that he’s overly protective over duo

writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.

Remember "bombastic side eye, criminal OFFENSIVE side eye"?

Yeah. That's Hotch.

He really does have this habit of looking at people like their stupid 🤣

12x02 - Sick Day

I’ve only watched 12x2 once… but GOD he looks so good 😭

Roadtrip - hotch x reader part 2

part one

summary: when hotch finally sheds his stubbornness, he decides to drive back to Quantico from New York, in an attempt to rest his punctured eardrum. You couldn’t leave him without company, so you join him.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap (hotch in his late 40s reader in her late 20s), unprotected sex (p in v) oral (fem receiving), no mentions of haley

a/u: thank you guys so much for the support on the first part of this, you’re all so so sweet💞 i truly hope you enjoy this part too💞 xoxo

You’ve kissed people before, but never like Aaron. It was almost like you had been starved of his taste, and him of yours. The kiss was so rough and angry, angry at the fact you didn’t do this earlier. If you knew it would be this good, you would’ve jumped his bones the minute you saw him.

There was no doubt he was more experienced than you, he was a lot older too, but right now, you were both just as starved and as messy and impatient as the other.

What if all fanfiction writers had the same attitudes that so many readers do? What if we treated our stories like content?

Readers: I won’t read WIPs, only completed work and LONG fics.

Writers: I will only post finished works once a year, you will never see 90% of my ideas and have no part of the creative process.

Readers: I will only read works that have tons of views/kudos/bookmarks.

Writers: I won’t update unless I have interest in my story. I’ll post a new chapter for every 100 kudos, 10 comments, and 5 bookmarks.

Readers: I can do whatever I want with fanfics, sell bound copies and criticise them publicly.

Writers: I will delete my fics without warning and never share more.

This is how you end fandom culture. This is how you lose AO3 and access to so many incredible stories for FREE.

✨Fanfiction is NOT content to be consumed! It is community and creative expression. ✨

say it louder for the people in the back

Devil’s Backbone -- Unsub!Hotch x BAU!Fem!Reader

Full send. I’m back 😈 How about a darker fic?

Follow @honeypiehotchnerlibrary and turn on post notifications to be updated when each chapter is released! xx.

Summary: Foyet murdered Haley and Jack. Hotch took Foyet’s life. He thought that would be enough. But it wasn’t. He needed more.

WC: ~30k total

As always, ** indicates smut ;))

Prologue

One: All along we called it normal

Two: Was it obvious to everyone else?

Three: The lesser of two evils

Four: You’re not who you are to anyone

Five: Don’t pin it all on me

Six: What a wicked thing to do

Seven: I’ve fallen in love with a man on the run

Eight: [REDACTED FROM THE RECORD]**

Nine: How did we get here?

Ten: The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

Eleven: All I wanted was you

Twelve: [REDACTED FROM THE RECORD]**

Thirteen: I should’ve known, I’d leave alone

Fourteen: What you have done is terrible, and now what?

Fifteen: Haven’t I given enough?

Sixteen: You’re still the oxygen I breathe

Seventeen: Don’t leave me like this

Epilogue

Completed! [Sept. 29, 2023]

Anyone who reads this who likes Criminal Minds should at least give this a try! Such a creative idea and amazing storytelling by @honeypiehotchner

Thank you so much!!!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

some reassurance - aaron hotchner x gn!reader

content warnings: a little hotch aftermath of s2e15 (nothing goes into detail), no haley in this story but no real mentions about her, the team is kind of mean, aaron and reader literally flirting even tho reid just got kidnapped not too long ago. word count: 1.5k a/n: inspired by this post by @greg-montgomery ! my man is not a bully <3 also not proofread oops

he’s a classic narcissist.

he thinks he’s better than everyone else on the team.

what’s my worst quality?

i have no sense of humor.

you don’t trust women as much as men.

you can be a drill sergeant sometimes.

you’re a bully.

you’re sure that if the words of the events from the past 12 hours have been ringing in your head since they first happened, they’re probably ringing in hotch’s head, too.

too sweet

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: a night out makes hotch realize a few too many things.

a/n: me??? writing for criminal minds again out of nowhere??? what is going on. and i do not have an answer i was just in a hotch mood bc he's fine asf and i finally have the confidence to write for him here we are lol. hope u enjoy this short lil thing

wc: 2.4k

warning(s): alcohol consumption, a sexual joke or two, written in one go so might be a mess! aaron is all in his head but this is basically all fluff

Hotch can’t focus. 

Mostly because he can’t stop glancing over at you. Normally it’s not a problem—he’d lost count of how many times he’d distracted himself from mounds of paperwork by meeting your eyes through his office window, often accompanied by a smile that made even his heart beat a little faster—and especially now, it shouldn’t be a problem. 

You and Derek have had some kind of bet going on during the past few nights out—you didn’t believe he was as charming and suave as he claimed, and Morgan was all too happy to prove you wrong.

every now and then I start reflecting on how much mental illness has fucked up my life and it makes me feel sick, I could have been so much more

aaron hotchner definitely blushes whenever you call him handsome.

he puts so much effort into his professionalism, and part of that lies within his polished appearance. however, he’s never been one to be too prideful of his appearance. he’s put on some weight since having jack, a dad bod appearing in a fuller tummy and bigger biceps, but that doesn’t stop you, sweet, insatiable you.

he’s red as a tomato, though, whenever you enter his office, always ending your conversation with a saccharine, “thank you, my handsome man.” every time you call him that feels like the time he first saw you, butterflies erupting in his stomach, fluttering up to his heart and cinching his throat closed. you never fail to speed up his heart rate, and he shows you his thanks every night when you get home, smothering you with sweet kisses the second you enter the door.