#Arron hotcher x reader

[thewritersaddictions]

(R) Drabble: Aaron Hotchner- Hotch

Aaron had just returned from another week's long trip away for a case. He looked worn out and tired, far more than usual. He gently kissed the crown on my head and scooped the back of my neck into his plan as his lips brushed against mine teasingly.

"Aaron, are you hungry?" I ask as he pulls away for something out of his back pocket. Bit his bottom lip, he thinks quietly. "I didn't have anything before we boarded the plane, but don't worry, I'll make something lat…" Aaron's own body rejects his thoughts. A rather famished growl tore through Aarons's sentence.

"How about we don't wait. I'll order pizza, and you shower." I offer. He sighs heavily but can't deny you're right. He does hate it when you're right because, let's be honest, most of the time, you are.

Aaron toes off his loafers, stuffing them into the shoes rake at the door. "What do you want on your pizza, love?" I ask as I pull up the website on my phone. Aaron shakes his head briefly like he's trying to get his thoughts together. "Just um… normal pizza…" A long groan later and halfway down the hall, he turns and looks back.

"Just cheese on my side, darlin'." He proclaims, finally making his way into the bedroom. I giggle at Arron's somewhat quirky attitude.

I quickly ordered the pizza and even had an extra salad on the side for Aaron since I knew he'd probably only get about one or two slices in before he declared he was full from just that alone. By the end of the order, the website claims it will be under half an hour.

The water is gushing through the pipes, and Aaron is taking his time. Letting the past week's trauma roll off his shoulders with the warm water that hits his skin. I daydream for longer than I think.

I daydream of his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he picks me up. His gentle, rough kisses that he'd lay on every surface of my skin. His large hand spread across any part of me.

I daydream so long that it's only the sound of the irritating doorbell as it rings across the apartment floor. I shake my head off my dirty thoughts and get up. Slipping my slippers onto my fuzzy-covered socks.

The doorbell rings again, and I groan as I open the door to see a young man no older than Spencer standing at the door. A pizza bag in one hand and a plastic bag in another. "Hi, a large pizza and a side salad for you, miss." It's not a question, just the young pizza delivery going through the motions. "Yep, that would be me," I say with a dopey smile.

Just knowing that Aaron is back home brings a sense of calm over my bones, and with that, I wait for the young man to give me my food. He scribbles something down on the back of my receipt before handing me the bag and pizza together.

With that wink, he's gone swaggering down the hallway like a kid who's just gotten candy from the broken machine. I turn, kicking the door shut before bringing the food to the island. Before I scream out that 'pizza is here,' Arron comes from behind the fridge door.

"Hey there, handsome," I say as I round the corner, caring not for the pizza, just wanting a more proper kiss from my lover. Except Arron isn't looking at me, he's looking at the damn crumpled-up paper receipt.

"What did he write on the back?" Aaron asks as he reaches across the island to grab the paper. "Oh, I don't know, just know that I didn't have to pay now that I'm thinking about it," I say with a slight shrug before grabbing the plates from the cabinet.

"My treat for such a sweet-lookin' woman in front of me, give me a call. Here's my phone number. xxx-xxx-xxxx," Aaron reads out loud, my brows furrow, "Who wrote that?" He rolls his eyes, "You can't be serious, right?" Aaron asks, genuinely confused about how I can't see how bad this sounds. "Oh come on babe, that young man, young boy, isn't my type." Aaron's face doesn't change, still wary and worried.

"I've only got eyes for you, Aaron; let's go eat, so I go lay down with the man I missed most in the world this past week." It's nearly an hour and a half into the current movie we're watching when the silence of the bedroom air is interrupted, "Why would that kid even think that's okay… just going around giving women his phone number." I have to hold in my laughter, "Aaron… It's starting to sound like you might be a little jealous." I tease as I smack his arm lightly.

His eyes go wide, a stuttering mess, before he catches his words and hurries a high-pitched unbelievable, "I'm not jea…no no you… I'm not jealous." He stutters over himself. I smile brightly and grab Aaron's robust and chiseled chin with my hand, pulling his attention away from the screen and to me. "Good because I love you way too much to go for a guy that flirts while on the job." I kiss his nose gently before dropping my hand and returning my attention to the movie.

Completed On: 09/09/23

Posted on: 09/10/23

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[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x reader - parts of the past

You were stood around the corner, crouched down as you waited for your signal. You were supposed to be tackling the unsub.

You could hear Derek and Rossi speaking to the man, Hotch, with his hands bound together, held as hostage. Shifting a little, you got ready to sprint as Derek tapped the side of his leg, letting you know to get ready.

In the blink of an eye everything happened so fast, a shot was fired. You got your signal to charge, you ran, your eyes trained on the unsub before you realised he’d pushed Hotch over the edge of the pier.

Diverting your course, you dived into the water, feeling a sharp object scrape your back you ignored the sting and jumped straight after him.

It was easy to catch up to Hotch, grabbing him by the arms, you looped yours around him and swam upwards, until you broke the surface.

Hotch coughed and spluttered while you shifted, your arms were still around him but you were behind him now, holding his back against you as you guys floated.

“Thanks…” he breathed out.

“No problem. Couldn’t let my favourite boss die now could i.” You snickered.

“Suck up.” He laughed back.

You guys floated for a little while before they finally managed to help you guys get out of the water.

You shook the medics off and wondered back to the SUV to head back to the hotel.

You were in the middle of getting changed, just about to take your shirt off when there was a knock on the door.

Stopping, you turned around and walked over to open it.

“Oh hey boss man.”

You left the door open and headed back to your bag to grab a new shirt.

“I just came by to thank you properly.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s fine.

Hotch tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn to the bright colours that decorated your back, he could see them clearly through the soaked fabric of your shirt.

Then he spotted the blood staining the shirt.

You gathered your dry clothes, and started to make your way into the bathroom.

“Can I ask something?”

You slipped into the bathroom and pushed the door ajar. Only leaving a slight gap so that you would still be able to talk to him.

“Go for it.”

“Are you hurt?”

You stopped tending to your wound and took a small breath.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

You carried on trying to clean the wound, it was in such an awkward position that you were struggling to get to it.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

“I know your lying (Y/N). Rossi already told me and I saw the blood.”

You sighed and walked open to the door, you weren’t embarrassed to be stood there in front of him shirtless.

“Where?”

You turned around letting hotch see your back, at first he was taken aback by the large Phoenix covering your back.

Then there was the scars that littered your skin and finally the cut on your back.

Hotch didn’t say anything at first, he started to clean your injury for you and you waited for him to say something.

You could see the questions brewing on his face.

“I got it when I was a teenager.”

“What?”

“The tattoo. I got it as a teenager.”

Hotch slowly nodded his head and bandaged the injury before taking a step back.

You stayed there, letting him get a foot look at the artwork on your skin.

“What for? Isn’t teenager a bit young for a tattoo.”

“Not when you’re in a gang…”

You turned to Hotch, giving him a small, sad smile as you shrugged slightly.

“Everyone has their pasts, and that’s mine. I was taken into the FBI as part of a deal I made. A way to get out of that life.”

Hotch was stunned, he couldn’t say anything as you finished getting changed.

He always wondered about your past, but no one could ever dig it up.

“Why did you join them?” He asked.

“People make mistakes when life gets hard.”

You were sad about it, and he could tell. Without a word you left the hotel room, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

Hotch couldn’t do anything, when he went to find you, you were gone. He didn’t want to chase you, so he left you alone.

On the jet, Hotch noticed you staring out the window so with a heavy sigh he walked over and sat in front of you.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” He said quietly.

“I’m sorry if you think about me differently.”

Hotch smiled sadly and changed seats so he was sat next to you instead.

Reaching over, he placed a hand over yours and wrapped his other arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m not going to think differently of you for your past…” he whispered.

“Why….?”

“Because you’re still you (Y/N). You’re still the best agent we have, your still your carefree self. That’s why I love you, okay…?”

You simply nodded your head.

Hotch could tell that you were having a hard time believing him.

Pressing another kiss to your head, he rested his head against yours, holding you a little closer to him as you sighed and rested yourself against him.

You let yourself relax, and closed your eyes. You could see the memories of your past life, the things you’d done, the person who you were.

This was the side of you that you were trying to hide, this was the side of you that you were trying to keep them safe from

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[thewritersaddictions]

Blurb: Arron Hotchner- Caught

Who was bunking with who? Rossi normally got a room to himself at a hotel. Nobody could handle the sweeping amount of cologne not even Hotch.

JJ and Emily always bunked together that Morgan and Reid had started a bet including Rossi in on it on whether the pair were together and just didn’t wanna tell anyone.

Spencer and Morgan had bunked since the start of the BAU. It was just how the cards fell. Brothers the two of them enjoyed the pranks that they were able to play on each other.

As the newest member of the BAU, you had been giving absolutely no choice. 4 rooms. Reid and Morgan already were gone out of shot for hearing your pleas, Rossi gave you a look of respect but walked off. JJ and Emily were gone in a flash with their keys.

So there you stood, Hotch and you. “Let’s go.” Hotch said his face stayed distance in expression of what was going on. “Alrighty.” You said grabbing your two bags and rushing to get up to speed with Hotchner.

A room with just the two of you. This was bound to go badly. Arron opened the door, the room blasted out with cold air. It sent a slow shiver down your spine. But it didn’t stop your body from reacting. Arron being the observer he was noticed right away setting down his things he turned the air down. He was fine with sleeping in a hotter room, but soon the cold air wasn’t the largest problem.

One bed…. Your eyes grew large. You had been forced into sharing a room with your boss, now you were forced to share one bed with him. You looked around the room for another solution and of course no chair, no comfy shitty couch. Just one queen size bed.

You mentally groaned. Arron looked between you and the bed. Giving up, it was nearly 3 in the morning his time for people who didn’t know how to do their jobs was growing shorter by the second.

“I can say something tomorrow but for now I’ll sleep on the floor.” Arron said. Their was grumbling underneath his breath but you didn’t say anything. “Hotch you don’t have to sleep on the floor, I’ll sleep on the floor.” You tried, it went back and forth between the two of you. Finally, “we are both grown adults, we can sleep in the same bed for the night, right?” Arron questioned you.

You just hummed. Standing their in the middle of the hotel room. The rest of the routine went on like normal. Arron let you have the bathroom to change. Changing while you were in the bathroom. When you popped out you were wearing a long old t-shirt, he crossed his fingers and hoped you had dressed modestly under the long t-shirt.

Something changed when you both climbed into bed. Your ass was popped out and you were snuggled into the clean cotton sheets. His body rejected every single thought about not thinking about your body under the sheets. How your skin would feel against his own. He tried, really he did to stay away from your heat shield, but he couldn’t resist. He turned he was facing your back but the warmth engulfed him.

A hand slipping, a grunt here and all the sudden he was just going in to hugging you from behind. He relaxed into the warm heat. He hadn’t been with anyone since Haley, and he most definitely hadn’t been in a bed with anybody since before Jake was born.

“Arron?” You asked god your voice was so sweet, and smooth like honey. “Hmm?” He only grumbled to relaxed and into the feeling. “Arron? Am I getting you all excited?” You questioned him. He froze, his breath nearly stopping. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’ll go down to the floor.” Arron hadn’t meant for that to happen. But the thought from beforehand had only expanded in his mind. Your body was so soft and plush better then anything he’d felt in a long time.

Plus it didn’t help that he was wearing a pair of sweats with a old tshirt. His sweats had given him away. Arron went to move but was stopped but a delicate hand. A soft delicate hand stopping him from slipping from the bed. “Stay, I like it.” You whispered again him. The cold room was no longer bothering you. Not with the warmth that Arron was leaving behind on your skin.

That night turned into something more. Sheets were tangled in each other legs and the orgasms that Hotch pulled from your body left you screaming and yearning for more. You had never felt something so raw and something so real before.

Hotch hadn’t yet let you in on everything. You didn’t know all his secrets, you didn’t know the things in life that he enjoyed, things about Jack, or the simple things that somehow made his day brighter. What you had learned was that Hotchner was all success in everything he touched and now that sorta meant you, at least in the right now it included you.

Completed on: 12/04/22

Posted on: 12/06/22

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[thewritersaddictions]

hello! can you do this prompt: "You're jealous, aren't you?" "I'm not jealous." with aaron hotchner please?

Here you go lovely 🥰 Hope you enjoy!

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[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x reader - Crush

That's ok! I was wondering if you could a Hotch x reader where hes super in love with her, as head over heels in love, but he accidentally makes it so obvious; trips, stutters, always complementing, talking to her etc? But shes a bit ditzy? (Shes a grief counsellor who works with the team and the victims they face, so shes always with them) I thought it would be something cute? :) ❤ - Anon❤️

Hotch paced in front of your office, he was meant to have an appointment with you today, but he was nervous. He was always nervous when it came to talking to you, to being alone with you.

Pacing for a few more minutes, he finally knocked on the door before he entered.

“Hello Agent Hotchner.” You smiled.

“Uhm... Hotch.. is.. is fine... you’re looking nice today.”

Hotch cursed himself for stuttering, but you didn’t seem notice, it was either that or you don’t care. He wasn’t sure which one he hoped more.

“I don’t look nice everyday?” You questioned.

“N.. no! That’s not what I meant!”

You laughed loudly and smiled brightly, gesturing to the seat across from you with your pen.

“I’m kidding. Please, take a seat Agent.”

Hotch chuckled lightly, you’d probably keep calling him ‘Agent Hotchner’ or ‘Agent’ and truth to be told he didn’t mind.

Hotch took a seat like you said, and smiled softly at you.

“How are you?” You asked.

“I’m good, and you?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head a little.

“This isn’t about me, but I’m well, thank you for asking.”

Just like most appointments, you would ask him questions, and he would answer. Trying his best not to stutter.

At the end, you stood and placed you notepad and pen back on desk.

“You May go now.”

“Thank you.” Hotch smiled.

He went to stand from the chair, but he tripped on something and went flying forward. Before his head it the desk, he felt you catch him, and steady him.

One hand placed on his arm, the other cradling his head against your shoulder.

“Careful...” you whispered.

Hotch shuddered, he could feel your breath against his ear.

When he lifted his head, he found himself only a few inches away from your face, his eyes bored into yours.

“Thank you...” he breathed out.

You pat his arm before letting him go completely, that’s when he noticed it. The blood trickling from a cut on your knuckle and the redness.

You followed his gaze and hid your hand behind your back.

Hotch felt horrible that you hurt yourself catching him.

“I caught it when I caught you. It’s nothing!”

Hotch held out his hand.

“Let’s put a plaster, and some ice on it.”

“It’s fine!” You laughed.

Hotch rolled his eyes and gently took your good hand, turning to lead you to the door with a little laugh.

“No choice.”

“It’s fine!” You laughed.

Hotch smiled brightly as he led you down the hall, he liked the way your hand fit in his seemingly perfectly. He liked how you curled your fingers around his hand, strong but soft all at the same time.

He didn’t seem to have any complaints, you simply just tugged him back a little to show down.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

“Because you hurt yourself.” Hotch replied.

“I’m okay, really doesn’t even hurt!”

“Still not taking the chance.”

You smiled softly as you gazed up at him, this man was really something else.

Hotch led you all the way to the kitchen, and ran your hand under a tap before letting you go to head to the freezer.

“Why do we have peas in here?” Asked pulling it out.

“We have peas in the freezer?” You laughed.

Hotch pulled out a bag of peas and padded over, pressing it to your knuckle before heading to another draw.

“Okay, take it off.”

You lifted the bag of peas and he placed the plaster on your knuckle, rubbing it just a little.

“Better?” He asked.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Both of you stood there for a second, Hotch was working up the courage to ask you out, but you simply kissed his cheek and skipped away leaving you stunned.

He was head over heels in love with you, and he had no problems with that

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