#Aaron Hotchner x male reader

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Hotch: That's not what "person of interest" means.

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AARON HOTCHNER X VICTIM MALE READER

My man, and I’m redoing and re posting some of my old fics since I don’t like how I wrote them.

⚠️THE UNSUB IS THE READERS EX.⚠️

He didn’t want to believe it was you. His world had came to a stop once he saw you were all bloody and injured on the floor inside the unsubs basement. His heart ached with anger and sorrow even guilt filled his heart.

His stomach felt sick and low as he stared at your ex then you. You were on the floor in your old blood. Aaron felt paralyzed like he couldn’t even breathe.

He felt like he should have known the unsub was targeting you. The unsub was your ex. 

They were targeting people who looked something like you. He knew how possessive and desperate he was for you. You told him and showed him pictures of them. One of the pictures you showed him was your ex’s body and face all tattooed everywhere and the tattoos were “Y/n L/n” all over his body. 

He watch paramedics pick up your limp body taking it into the ambulance. Hotch didn’t know whether to scream and shout or beat himself up for your kidnapping. Aaron stares at the unsub who’s on the floor handcuffed staring up at Aaron with hatred in his eyes. 

“So…You're my replacement. Y/n could have gotten someone better like me…” the unsub breathes out with a chuckle. 

Aaron balled his hands into fist with his knuckles turning white. Aaron stares down at the man feeling the rest of the team's eyes burning into his back. 

Aaron's jaw was clenched as the rest of his body felt like he was about to go animalistic on the guy. He didn't care if he lost his job or something he couldn't think about anything other than fighting him. 

"Agent Hotchner, we have to go. Cmon boys get em up." An agent finally says breaking the silence. Quickly the team begins to comfort the boss with all sorts of words.  

HEADCANONS!

— After that incident Hotch never left you out of his sight for a LONG time. He’d be at your sides at all times never leaving you alone for the smallest thing.

— He began to call sick for work and go on break to spend time with you and just overall wanting to make sure you're safe.

— Begins to carry you everywhere. He doesn’t want your wounds and injuries to hurt or re-open. He tries not to make it obvious that he’s treating you like glass.

— He knows you can take care of yourself, but he couldn’t shake the thought of him having to protect you. 

— Once he gets to see you in the hospital he begins to apologize profusely. He was on his knees by your hospital bed holding your hands tightly as he cried out a series of “I’m sorry.”

— He’ll cradle you in his arms if you have a nightmare since the incident letting you cry softly into his chest as he whispers against your head. “You're safe, I'm here.” 

— Jack will asks about your scars and if you’d let him he’ll trance your scars with his tiny little hands.

— He'll wait weeks, months, years even for you to be comfortable with him touching you in some places.

—The memory of you lying limp on your own blood haunts him every night. It will make him bolt up awake mumbling your name under his breath making sure you're still with him. 

—He probably pushes away the team and keeps to himself as he tries to cope until he can't hold it inside no more.

—Hugs are even tighter and longer between you two. 

-Lasting long kisses assuring the other that they're safe. 

—Aaron and you are trying to build back the foundation of being a happy family for both of you and especially for Jack.

—Aaron tries his damn hardest not to just shoot the unsub dead on the spot as soon as he sees the unsub hurting you.

— The team setting up you, Aaron and Jack to a secret vacation so y'all can finally feel at peace. 

— Aaron becomes more secretive of you and Jack, only speaking up about the two of you unless it's the team or absolutely necessary. He wants to keep you both safe.

—He becomes such a protective husband. Like he couldn't stop himself.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

I was rewatching s1 of CM, and Hotch was abuse in the past ?? And they just drop the idea ?

So here's the request : Hotch telling to his partner that he was abuse, after he come back of a case (that end up badly).

-Crow Anon

Hiya! I hope you enjoy!! I found this one kind of just flew when I was writing it (if that makes sense), I really enjoyed writing this one :)

((I enjoy writing all requests I've just been feeling a bit unmotivated but yeah))

Warnings: mentions of abuse and drinking/alcoholism. no 'on screen' violence. mentions of murder.

“Hey babe,” You smile as Aaron closed the door behind him. 

“Hey.” You frown, watching your boyfriend closely. The way he put his brief case on the floor silently, slipped out of his shoes and immediately headed into the kitchen. Something was definitely wrong. 

“What’s going on?” You ask gently. You don’t get too close to him, not wanting to swamp him - no matter how much you wanted to approach him, to wrap your arms around him.

“Tough case,” He mumbled, starting to boil some water. “Do you want a tea?”

“I could go for a tea,” You reply, not mentioning the fact that you have one on the coffee table already. You knew he just wanted to be able to do something while he talked. Besides, hot drinks made by Aaron somehow always tasted better. You waited for a few seconds. “So, what’s going through that mind of yours?” Your voice is gentle.

He doesn’t answer for a few seconds, busying himself with choosing mugs for the pair of you. He places them on the counter, adding the tea bags. 

“One of the victims, his friend is this boy.” His voice is quiet. “He’s seven but… he reminds me a lot myself at his age.”

You don’t say anything, other than giving a small hum of acknowledgement. 

“And his dad- his dad reminds me a lot of mine.” He says, pouring the boiling water into each mug. 

“What was your dad like?” You prompted.

“He was a mean drunk.” Aaron’s reply is short as he added sugar to your tea, leaving his as is. “He was cruel.”

You don’t say anything, just watching him.

“He’d hit me, Sean, and my mum.” Aaron said, adding a splash of milk to both teas. “Even when he wasn’t drunk. But it was always worse when he was.”

With that, Aaron grabbed both mugs from the counter, placing them on the kitchen table you were currently sat at. He sat opposite you.

“I’m sorry.” You said, reaching over, taking his hands in yours.

“It’s not your fault. And it was a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t mean it hurts any less.” You remind him, “And you didn’t deserve that, not at all. No one does.” 

“I’m sorry I never mentioned it before.”

“That doesn’t matter,” You give a soft smile, “You’re telling me now, when you’re ready. And that’s more than okay. And I’m happy you trusted me enough to share this.”

“You’re very easy to talk to.” 

“Thank you,” You reply, “Did you want to talk about it anymore or just watch a movie?”

“Watch a movie.”

“Alright then, which movie?”

“The Princess Bride?” Aaron said, “Inigo Montoya reminds me of Gideon.”

“You know, I always thought they looked alike,” You give him a quick peck on the cheek as you grab your tea, and Aaron’s hand. He follows you out into the living, giving a shy smile when he sees the tea on the coffee table.

“You already had a tea,” He points out gently.

“You make them better,” You grin, reaching for the remote. 

[fuckingstrange]

Wrecked

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WARNINGS: PWP/Porn without plot, straight into the smut, rough sex, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, overstimulation (r receiving), this is incredibly gay, anal sex, also hand job?, Idk how to fucking tag shit right I'm so sorry, Pet names (Baby, Good boy) used to reader bc no y/n will ever grace my page, dirty talk?, A dash of aftercare, SMUT!!!, no beta we make typos like grandpa using speech to text

WORDS: 725?+

PAIRING: Aaron Hotchner x m!reader

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A/n: Omg two fics in like one week??? Or two days?? I feel like I've returned to my Christmas Ficlist days...

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The electricity that runs through your body feels like less than death but more than life, each slam of Hotch’s hips against you stinging like a swat with a spoon, but feeling amazing when he hammers into that sweet spot. He's been going at it for nearly two hours, dragging as many orgasms out of you as he can.

Crying and trembling, voice hoarse as you unleash moan after moan, cry after cry, he still doesn't stop. Pumping your cock with his free hand, covered in the loads of cum from your three previous orgasms, you swear your heart could stop at any moment.

The pounding in your chest is as rough as the pounding against your ass, his own groans echoing in your ear as he mumbles sweet nothings, pure praises for lasting so long.

“Doing so- so fucking good, Lookin’ so pretty like this. All- All wrecked, so loud for me.” Hotch’s voice barely breaks through over the ringing in your ears.

He leans up, having originally been caging over you with his head dipped towards your shoulder, grabbing onto one of your legs with his free hand to push it out further, making him reach even deeper. Managing to move even faster, even quicker and even rougher, he slams into you like this is the last time he's gonna ever get the pleasure of fucking you.

Your moans have fallen into short gasps, low pants being exhaled beside a whine warning him of your next impending orgasm. A shaky hand lifts to grab at his upper arm, blunt nails digging in to leave crescent moon shapes within the skin as his thick cock stabs at your prostate even quicker than before, his hips having found the perfect angle to hit it each time.

“Aaron, Aar-’n,” You practically chant as he continues to build you towards another release. Your trembling gasps don't deter him, the sound of you calling out for him instead just encouraging him to move faster.

Hotch has to refrain from biting down on his lower lip, having already made it bleed before when he tried holding off his first orgasm. Bringing himself to a second, and you to a forth, he puts all his effort into helping you get through it.

“Right here, I'm right here, baby.” He huffs out, head lolling back as he lets out a few moans of his own. “Come on, You've got this. One last time for me, just one more.”

Becoming boneless beneath him, your hand falls from his arm to drop on the bed beside you, taking all he has to offer at this point. Your eyes flutter open to look up at him, vision blurred but not enough that you can't see just how gorgeous he looks above you. It's enough to make your breath catch as your cock pulses, spitting out what left you have to offer as you choke out a cry.

Hotch gives a last few thrusts before he's coming, pressing as deep in you that he can reach. His body shudders as his hand on your cock falters, feeling it twitch and pulse in his hand as cum covers his fingers and drips onto your stomach.

Falling forward to hover over you again, the hand on your hip slides up to rub your side, careful to avoid spreading the semen around on your stomach. He takes a good few minutes to regain his composure before kissing your cheek, asking “Do you want me to get a bath going? Or just wipe you off?”

You'd probably be able to offer more than just a weakly whispered “Rag,” as an answer if you weren't so spent, eyes already trying to fall shut from how exhausted you are after being pushed to the limit.

Hotch doesn't pull away until he can feel you soften in his hand, reaching down to help pull himself out while kissing over each shut eyelid. He slips out of the bed, quickly heading to the bathroom to grab a rag out from the sink’s cabinet and wet it with warm water before returning.

Sitting down beside you he reaches over to wipe the cum off your softened cock and stomach, watching you relax further into the bed from the warm cloth. By the time he's finished wiping you up, he can already hear you snoring.

[beepboopthesneepsnoop]

There's a Hole in Your Shirt

Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

You and Aaron are folding the washing when he finds a hole in the hem of one of your shirts.

word count: 746

warnings: none

just very sweet and fluffy, no mention of reader's gender though the reader is said to be six months younger than Hotch.

Aaron lifted the shirt out of the basket, his eyes immediately narrowing at the small hole he spotted just above the hem of your shirt. He glared at it as if he could will away the offending hole that marred your favourite shirt. Eventually he gave up when the threads refused to sew themselves back together again and sighed roughly, letting the shirt drop back into the basket. This caught your attention. You'd been folding towels on the opposite end of the couch, lost in your own little world.

You walked over to where Hotch was standing and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong Darlin'?"

He lifted the shirt into your field of view so you could see the hole for yourself. "Its your favourite shirt." He said softly.

You frowned softly and reached out a hand of your own to gently trace the edges of the hole and sighed softly. "Its alright, honestly I'm surprised its lasted this long, I've had the shirt since I was 23." You let your hands slip around his waist and gave him a gentle squeeze. "Though it did always look better on you." You mumbled right next to his ear making him laugh softly and gently shove your face away.

"You're a pest." He said but the gentle grin on his face betrayed him.

"Yes but I'm also your favourite pest." You said with an equally goofy grin.

He smiled to himself as he carefully folded your shirt, not wanting to somehow make the hole worse. He picked up another shirt to fold and turned back to look at where you were still standing two steps away from him and weighed the pros and cons of his next action before committing to it.

He placed your religious shirt (get it cause its holey as in holy) out of the way on the couch swiftly chucked the other shirt at your face with surprising accuracy and sprinted to the other side of the couch. You would deny the sound that left your mouth when it hit you until the day you died and scrambled to get the shirt off your face. Once you had cleared your vision you met Aaron's gaze from across the couch and grinned.

You balled up the shirt in your hands not caring about any future wrinkles. "It is on, old man." You exclaimed.

"I am six months older than you." He responded.

You feigned throwing the shirt to the left of him then threw it at his chin when he moved to get out of the way. Taking advantage of his momentary shock you grabbed another couple shirts.

The pair of you continued throwing clothes at each other until clothes were strew throughout your entire lounge room. There was a shirt hanging on the edge of the tv, half a dozen socks covering the couch, a few of his ties on the arm chair and…

"How the hell did you manage to get a pair of my pants on the fan?" Aaron asked incredulous when he saw the slacks hanging.

"Dunno, guess you could say I'm an overachiever." You said with an over the top wink. You grabbed the shirt from the tv and easily twirled it around in your hands then whipped Aaron in the butt with it as you walked past to put it in the basket.

"Hey!" He exclaimed and stood up straight, turning to face your cheeky grin.

"Love youuu." You said, purposefully dragging the word out. It earned you a chuckle and slight head shake. You could practically feel your heart melting at the sight of him laughing softly, a sight only you got to see these days and one you cherished every time it happened.

"I love you." He softly replied and you felt your teasing smile soften into something much more genuine as you walked around to help him fold the socks that were scattered over the arm chair.

"Gotta say, if this is the fun I get to have every time a hole appears in a shirt of mine then I might have to take a pair of scissors to all of them." You said and gently bumped his hip.

"You do that and I'll divorce you." You couldn't help the chuckle that worked its way out of you at the stern look on his face.

You leant up a little and pressed a soft kiss to the side of his lips.

"Yes dear."

[zvdvdlvr]

Thigh obsessed hotch 👀 and his hands are big enough to cover so much surface. It's the first place his hand goes whether you're under him or in his lap, his palm and fingertips tracing from your knee to your back side before gripping a generous handful. His favourite place to be is with his face buried between your thighs sometimes he holds on so tight he leaves behind fingerprint bruises 🥵 yeah I agree thigh hotch gimmie

Yes yes yes!!!

he loves making your plush thighs a pretty canvas for bruises and hickies that only he can see :,))))

Is there anything better than that? YES!!!!!! Aaron giving you head- while keeping that Iron Grip™️ on your thighs- until your legs are TREMBLING😝

It’s def a comfort thing to Aaron too, not just about sex. He’s 1000% the kinda guy to tuck his hand between your thighs when he’s driving! Sometimes his hands naturally gravitate to your thighs, softly squeezing them to ground him or just to keep his hands busy.

OH OH OH AND Aaron’s eyes bugging out of his head when he sees Jack fall asleep on your lap, head resting on your thighs because you couldnt hold him because you had stuff you need to use your hands for! Aaron loves you and Jack so much, and knowing you’re great with kids just makes Hotch want to give you some more ;)

[profilerhotch]

For the Marchhotchness writing challenge by @hotchfiles

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14. [PROMPT] Eye of the Beholder

Hotch had a reputation within the bureau that he was harsh and unflinching, certain events in his life and plenty of water cooler gossip only sought to highlight that, spinning rumours around until he came out an emotionless robot.

The team sometimes saw a softer, more relaxed version during meals at Dave’s or when he was interacting with Jack, but you were the only one fortunate enough to see Aaron with all his walls down. That trust was something you would cherish forever.

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As the steam cleared off the bathroom mirror Aaron noticed you leaning against the door frame, hair ruffled from sleep, shorts hanging low on your waist, you looked wonderfully cosy.

‘Sorry love I didn’t mean to wake you’ he spoke softly trying to not disrupt the sleepy atmosphere, hoping he would be able to convince you back into bed.

‘You’re back early’ shuffling forwards you wrapped your arms around his waist resting your forehead between his shoulders, putting his hands on top of yours he felt the last bits of tension leave his body

‘Mhhm, everyone just wanted to get home.’

‘Bedtime Aaron’

‘Lead the way sweetheart’

[reveseke]

The box of skulls

CM — Hotch & son!reader...

No warnings, just origami and startled reader.

Reader is written to be interested in origami. :') also blurb based on/Inspired by the image below lol.

It had been a long week, R just got home from camp and the house was quiet for the most part. He'd been told that Jack had been sleeping over at a friend's house for the last few days and his dad was out of town for the moment. A nice peaceful moment, no distractions, no people — just silence that fell nicely over the house.

The window was cracked open a little, the light of the sun in the early morning streamed into his room with the birds singing, cars driving by, and the wind blowing. The sound of paper being folded over the table of the teen's room as he folded the origami paper, at this point going over the steps by memory and letting his hands just handle the paper with care. By the table was a small box, filled with small origami skulls that R had recently —not even recently, looking that he'd been doing this for quite a while— picked up on.

Learned to make even with all the mistakes he'd done, some faint scars over his hands from the paper cuts he'd managed to conjure up from his work.

What he hadn't counted on was to not hear his phone go off with the familiar message ping, an hour or so ago. Too focused on making the small origami that he was startled by the hand that came to land on his shoulder.

"holy shiiuhhm.." R nearly cursed out as he spun his head, eyes widening as he saw his father standing over him. Swallowing the curse as he flashed an awkward smile and let the unfinished skull hit the table, "Hi, dad! When'd ya get home?"

Aaron looked a little amused as he curiously looked at the paper scraps and what his teenaged son was doing, "Just now. Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"nope!" R said as he lowered his hands on the table, letting his fingers thrum a few times against the surface, "No I didn't, sorry."

"What are you doing?" Aaron asked as he leaned back a little, now looking at his son as he picked up the unfinished origami and slowly cast his gaze upon the small box of skulls, "You've been .. certainly busy, no?"

"oh, that's just my box of skulls..." R smiled a little as he took the box of multicolor skulls and picked one of them up, "yeah, I learned to make them like a month ago."

"that's nice, why skulls though?"

"Uhh, no real reason just thought they looked cool and a little challenging, wanted to try it out."

[marksbear]

hi....... may i request a male reader who's really affectionate with everyone and constantly wants to cuddle up w the BAU team? he's like the personification of a cat — ⚰️

Hello! It's been a minute since I wrote for the BAU, so I would love to write this. Hope you enjoy ⚰!

Warnings! Not a total furry reader just have a personality and characteristics of a cat y'know, could be seen as platonic or romantic.

BAU X AFFECTIONATE MALE READER

-Caught everyone a bit off guard when it was your first day and you're already welcoming everyone with open arms. But Derek and Penelope gladly returned the hug. -Penelope is quick to warm up with you and show your affection right back. She just immediately bounces off your vibes and actions. -Reid was the most caught off guard. Since he's already stiff and awkward it took back when the new guy hugged him -Once everyone in the team gets used to your behavior and actions they'll love and protect you with all their hearts. -One of the ways Derek notices your having an off day is when you don't cuddle up with anyone as you usually do. Hotch immediately notices when you don't greet anyone with a hug or even a small hand on the shoulder. -Hotch occasionally reminds you that sometimes people have boundaries and limits of affection. -Emily is a bit surprisingly more willing to cuddle up with you on the jet. Sharing the seats together holding each other in a koala type grip. -Hotch not minding if you just walk into his office and sit on his lap and nuzzle up to him as he works on paper work. -Spencer just being Spencer thinks there's a more physiological reason for your behavior and wants to ask about your childhood or your personal life, but too nervous to ask. -Derek having to pull you off other agents from different states/ from different units. "Y/n. We have plenty of time to cuddle with the agents after we so love this case."

-Hotch becoming protective of you in different states. Especially when they underestimate you because of how you act around the team. "Don't underestimate Agent L/n. He's in the FBI for a reason. Don't mistake his kindness for weakness."

-Sometimes when it is hard on the field and you are all flying back home in the jet. You'll gather everyone up on the couch and help them all get comfortable before laying down with them. Now it's just a big cuddle pile of tired FBI agents.

-Spencer was the one to finally point out how you remind him of a cat. Now everyone wouldn't let go of calling you a cat. To the point Derek sometimes narrates your every movement like on some animal documentary. "Look at the wild Cat. Only one left of the L/n breed. Watch how it's going into his natural habit." Derek narrates watching you go into Hotch's office. it's like an inside joke for only you and the team is supposed to know.

-If anyone else calls you "Cat." Like some random agent/ sheriff they're gonna get looked at crazy by the team. And exchange looks and side eyeing the person.

-Going inside Penelope's little bat cave spending hours cuddling while you nap on her.

-Catching everyone off guard by your little "cat naps." One minute you're talking about random stuff while drinking coffee. Then all of a sudden you put your head down on your desk for about twenty minutes later your back up yapping.

-Spencer saw you about fifty times before watching you fall to small- HUGE height for you to still land on your feet. Becomes a bit suspicious of you.

-The BAU watches you do parkour/ climbing things as you chase off an unsub who's on the run. "Get that bastard Y/n!" Derek shouts looking at the roof of a tall building watching you chase the unsub.

-Penelope buys you a pair of cat ears like hers.

-You making group hugs be mandatory after each hard case. Just to keep in mind you didn't lose any of your family today.

THE END

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Dating Hotch (MLM)

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Aaron + fbi best

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Morgan: Well werewolf boy over here-

Wolfdog!y/n: For the last time, Agent Morgan, I and a wolfdog hybrid. Not a werewolf!

Morgan: I don't really see the difference.

Wolfdog!y/n: The difference is, werewolves don't exist. I was genetically engineered by scientists to be a weapon. Also, if I was a werewolf, I would have eaten you by now.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Can I request something with just telling hotch that he deserve a break, deserve to be happy and maybe angst but with happy ending please

Thank take care

So, this took yonks for me to do, I'm so sorry. But I hope you like it! :)

Warnings: mentions of a rough case, (slight) tough love, bad sleep schedules, the word 'ass'

It had been a bad case. You knew it had been a bad case because the second Aaron got back, he gave you a small tight smile and a quick kiss before immediately heading to his office. Barely stopping to get changed. He didn’t take a nap, or have a bite to eat, not even a coffee. Simply sat down and immediately began working. Which he had been doing for six hours straight now, immediately after a week long case – with very little sleep during that week – a five hour flight which he most definitely did paperwork during, and you know for a fact that he didn’t sleep last night.

This left you with no choice. You knocked on the door lightly before walking in, Aaron writing away, trying to get all of his thoughts down on paper before they evaporated.

“You need a break.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. He looked up at you slightly, despite being a tall man, you were still an inch or two taller. “You deserve a break.”

“I can’t right now,” He said, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’ve got too much paperwork to do. Strauss wants it all in on Monday.”

“Then tell her, if she has a problem with it, she can talk to me.” You said, pulling him away from his desk. “Because right now, you need rest. And I will fight you tooth and nail until you agree. So I suggest you surrender quickly. And don’t even try to use your FBI mojo, you’ve not slept in a minimum of two days, a strong gust of wind could take you down.”

“Fine, fine.” He huffed, letting you drag him up, out of his office, and into the lounge.

“Sit.” You said, pointing to the couch, when he opened his mouth to argue, you pointed at him. “Ah, don’t even think about it. Sit your ass down, with love.”

He raised an eyebrow, a faux look of annoyance on his face at the instructions. You just give him a sweet smile and walk into the kitchen. You come back a few seconds later with a bottle of water, some snacks, a drink for yourself, and a plan.

“Right, we are going to watch a movie.” You stated, plopping down next to him. “We are going to cuddle. And you, my dear, are not going to even think about work.”

Aaron gave you a small smile. “Sounds like a plan. What movie are we watching?”

“Labyrinth, obviously. That was a stupid question.” You said, flicking on the TV.

He gave a small chuckle. “My deepest apologises.”

“As you should.” You said, curling into him. “Now, shut up and watch the movie. We’ll get takeout after.”

“Sounds perfect.”

[fuckingstrange]

Dumbasses, amr?

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WARNINGS: Deepthroating (kinktober), an apology for being badly behind on uploads, READER GETS BODYSHAMED IN PARAGRAPH 1, MENTIONS OF IT THROUGHOUT HALF STORY, Unspecified weight!, Possibly plus-sized/chubby reader, Implied body dysmorphia, Kissing, Gays, Gays kissing, Kissing gayly, okay thats enough u get the point, Ball-fondling, Cum-swallowing, Boss!bf but not Bossy!bf.

WORDS: 1k+

PAIRING: Aaron Hotchner x m!reader (WITH AN UNSPECIFIED WEIGHT/BODY COMPLEXTION!)

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a/n:: THIS IS SO LATE IK IK BUT IM SOOO SORRY SCHOOL IS SO AWFUL N IM TRYNA GET A JOB

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“Maybe you could just wear a sheet over your head and then we wouldn't have to see all that,” An interns joke lands awfully, making you realize that you don't even understand how he became part of, originally, Your's and Aaron’s conversation, but now you know you're out of it.

His words feel like a stab to the lungs, leaving you breathless and no longer speaking from the terrible ‘joke’ that made nobody laugh.

Aaron sits in his own chair, the both of you just kind of stare at him wordlessly.

The intern laughs for a minute longer before the noise slowly trails off, and he backs out of the room. After he's long gone, you end up leaving too, despite hearing Aaron call for you from behind to try and get you to stay. You walk entirely out of the office and just go home, knowing that Aaron would understand to clock you out after realizing you really left.

Getting home, you're left to yourself for a dreadful hour. A dreadful, aching hour, where you're left to your own thoughts after having a sensitive open wound poked at.

By the end of that hour, when Aaron arrives, you're found curled up in bed watching Corpse Bride, already dressed down into sweats and a large hoodie you've taken from him. He sets his briefcase down by the door while loosening his tie before climbing into bed beside you, silent for now.

As he curls up behind you, you shift around when he tries to hug you, preventing him from doing just that. You hear Aaron's sigh of sadness before a kiss lands on the back of your neck and a hand rests in the center of your chest, pushing you back into him.

“Hun.. He didn't mean it, He's just.. an asshole, with a bad sense of humor,” Aaron tries to reassure you, but you've heard it all before "He doesn't know his ears from his sac, babe."

“Just leave it alone. I know I'm not.. the best, in some departments.” You sigh, making Aaron tsk in disagreement.

He leans up a bit more, propping himself up onto one elbow to reach the side of your neck, kissing behind your ear as his hand on your chest glides down your body to reach the hem of the hoodie.

“You're the most gorgeous here, Babe,” He disregards your previous statement as you roll to lie on your back, giving him the opportunity to climb between your open legs. “Truthfully.” He adds.

You just kind of stare up at him as his hands glide under the hoodie to settle on your waist, the ghostly weight of his hands making you tingle all over, causing a shiver to rack your spine. Aaron smiles when he sees this, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“No moping in October.” He mumbles against your cheek, turning his head to give you a proper kiss while his hands start to run up and down your sides, making you shiver continuously.

“What.. what about November, hm?” You joke back, voice breaking a bit when his kisses move down your neck.

Aaron giggles, obviously holding back a joke of his own that he deems pretty funny. He looks up at you to make sure it's okay to continue his trail south while nudging up your hoodie.

Going against that little gnome in your head that chips away at your confidence, you let him remove your hoodie and shirt in one good swoop, exposing your upper body that he immediately litters in the most tender of kisses.

Your hand flies down to tangle your fingers in the dark strands as his kisses reach the subtly tented front of your pants, a gasp breaking free of your throat when his lips connect to your tip through the fabric. Your eyes flutter and roll back, legs spreading with a grunt.

“Can-” Aaron only gets one word out before you're blabbering “Yes!” back. It makes him smile as he pulls your pants completely off, tossing them to the floor and doing the same with your boxers to expose your half-hard dick.

Reaching up, he takes your twitching length in hand and begins pumping you to full hardness, licking at the beads of precum that build on your tip. His tounge drags down the underside, tracing a vein that starts to bulge from your soft skin, dipping down to kiss each of your balls.

You gasp as he does so, hips jerking in a way that lets him know you're wanting more. He's not gonna be the one to deny you after a day gone to shit.

Aaron takes you into his mouth, inching down onto your veiny cock slowly. He goes until you've hit the back of his throat, your shaft rubbing against the dangly thing, (SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT ITS CALLED PLEASE I NEED TO EDIT OUT DANGLY THING..) making him gag and tear up.

He swallows around you to preserve the moment, only taking you deeper. He notices the way your fingers tense whenever he swallows around you, so everytine he goes downward on your length, he stops just to swallow around and let you feel his convulsing throat wrap around your throbbing dick.

It makes you moan louder than you meant to, deaf to the own volumer of your voice as you subtly push your hips up, chasing the feeling. It makes him gag, so your hips plant themselves back onto the mattress as you caress his hair in a silent apology.

He continues bobbing his head, gaining a rhythm that has you leaking down his throat. He can barely taste the saltiness from how far down you're reaching, his eyes stinging with subtle tears on bodily instinct from the blockage in his throat, making him remember to breathe through his nose.

Aaron reaches up, feeling your balls as they start to tighten, your breath hitching, and he knows you're about to come. He digs himself down, pushing you in as far as you can and swallowing around you, choking only a little bit when you come far enough down that he can't even taste it. Your mind always ends up blown whenever he blows you, head tossed back with your brain shattered into orange, shiny crystals. (Spiderman 2 ref lesgooo)

Lifting his head, he looks up at you with a soft grin as he wipes the drool from his mouth, he brings the covers up over you both as he crawls in beside you, giving you a deep kiss to let you taste as much of yourself as you can off of his tounge.

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Ficmas 2023 Masterlist

December 14th - Waiting Rooms (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: JJ goes into labour with her second baby, on Christmas Eve. Aaron and Emily are the only two still in town, they rush to the hospital to support her where Aaron meets a lovely woman who's friend is also giving birth that same night.

December 15th - Christmas Cookies (Spencer x Single mom!Reader)

Summary: Spencer's neighbour gives him a plate of whatever she makes her family for dinner most nights. When he comes home to see smoke bellowing out of her kitchen window, the last thing on his mind is some burnt parchment paper under her Christmas cookies.

December 16th - December 16th, 1986 (steddie fic)

Summary: It took 8 months, but Steve's parents finally sold their house... and Steve has no idea where he's going to live now.

December 17th - Snowed In (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: what happens when you're the last two in the office on Christmas Eve and the roads are closed due to an unexpected blizzard?

December 18th - Home Alone (Hotch x Male Reader)

Summary: it's Aaron's first Christmas with Jack away at college.

December 19th - Neighbourhood Beauty (Spencer x Fem Reader)

Summary: Penelope is hosting Christmas at her apartment this year, she invites everyone... Including her new neighbour, who is exactly Spencer's type.

December 20th - Dear Santa (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: Jack's wishlist this year only consists of one thing. He wants Y/N to be his step-mom.

December 21st - Little White Lies (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: Readers sister is having an Engagement/Christmas party this year and her cousin will be there. With her new fiance. Who is reader's ex. The only logical thing to do is to show up with her own new boyfriend... who isn't really her boyfriend. He's her boss.

December 22nd - Come Together (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: Ever since the academy, Aaron and Y/N have been at each other's throats for a spot on the BAU. He got it, She didn't. Now they have to plan the Bureau's Holiday party together without killing each other.