[Aaron Hotchner x Reader] One Shots

Cabin In The Woods *

Summary: When a camping trip with your friends goes awry and you find yourself wandering through the Washington woods alone, you meet a stranger who offers to take you in.

Warnings: 18+!!!! MINORS DNI!!! Heavy smut, oral sex (M/F receiving) rough sex, manhandling, unprotected P in V, creampie, face slapping, choking, dirty talk, fingering. Implied violence/murder, MAJOR plot twist at the end.

A/N: Happy All Hallow's Eve!!!!! 🎃 I would be lying if I said this one shot wasn't a product of spooky season and that ^^ picture of Hotch, courtesy of Rivka, so Ty for that! )Just picture him in a flannel) Also: reader is SO dumb and has 0 self preservation instincts!!

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Frustration and anxiety swirl in your stomach at the sight of the same tree you've passed four times in the last hour. The autumn leaves crunch under your boots, your gear is making your neck and shoulders ache and with the sun beginning to set, there's a chill in the air, but unlike the gentle October breeze of weeks past, this chill is biting.

This is why you hate the woods. This is why you hate camping.

You'd made it a point to stick close by your friends all weekend, making sure to keep them in your line of sight or hearing - terrified to be left alone. They'd laughed it off, joking that as a twenty-something, your fear of the woods was irrational, maybe even childish.

But the stories you'd heard growing up of bodies being buried and people walking into the wilderness only to never be heard from again fills you with caution. And if it's one thing horror movies have taught you, it's that it's better to be more cautious than not.

By the time you'd finished crudely peeing behind some bushes, Emily, Morgan and JJ were gone. You'd called out their names, telling them that their 'joke' wasn't funny and that they could come out now, but you were met with eerie silence. You realise now you've been going around in one big circle with no frame of reference for how deep in the woods you are, any landmarks or predictably - phone signal. And suddenly you don't know which is scarier - being all alone in the woods, or not being alone in the woods at all.

The wind howls through the tree branches, the sharpness taking your breath away a little. You stumble up the hill, the ground unsteady with sludgy mud and leaves. All you can see for miles are giant trees and with the sun dipping, you feel like crying with fear, fatigue and exasperation.

Suddenly, the hair on the back of your neck stands up and although an intrepid explorer you are not, human anatomy and survival instincts tell you you're not alone. Your eyes scan the empty spaces between the tree trunks all around you, your heartbeat thundering.

This is how it ends. Dead in a ditch in the fucking woods.

"You okay, there? You look lost." A gruff voice says. You jump out of your skin and follow the noise to its source behind you. A tall, broad bearded man in a pair of dark wash jeans and a parka watches you quietly from afar. He shoulders an axe in one hand which makes you want to crawl into a ball and cry but then you spot the wood tucked into his arm on his shoulder and it makes sense.

You breathe a sigh of semi-relief, reaching into your pants for the pocket knife Derek had put into your kit. "Yeah. A little. I'm looking for my friends."

You note the man doesn't really make much eye contact, his gaze is averted for the majority of the time he speaks to you. "Where did you see them last?" He asks.

You look around in a futile attempt to gauge your direction of origin. "Honestly, I've no idea. I'm not too good with the woods and I'm a little directionally challenged." You admit.