𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

A collection of Hotch x Reader one-shots and some two-parters (and one Hotchgan fic too-) ALL SFW (some suggestive content but that's about it) DO NOT REPOST MY WORK One-shots can also be found on my Tumblr @shmaptainwrites and occasionally on my AO3 @mimita1211

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Aaron Hotchner, dates a younger woman. Maybe they fall in love? Maybe there's some spice? Still trying to figure it out. Aaron meets Julia in D.C She's young, beautiful and successful in her field. He's older and focused on his job and his son. Dating isn't on his radar at all... until he meets her. Very open to constructive... KIND... criticism or suggestions.

"Why didn't you wait for backup?" He yelled. "I didn't want him to get away." I said, walking further into the room. "You disobeyed my direct order." He said, still yelling. "Would you have rather me let him get away?" I said, getting louder. Not quite as loud as him. "You could have been shot." He said, still yelling. He took a step closer to me. "I know." "You could have been killed." He said, softer. "I know." I said, almost a whisper. "Your insubordination could have ended in death Catherine." He yelled inches away from my face. "I know." I said, getting louder. "I don't know how you could be so careless." He said, continuing to yell. "I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" He said, yelling. He put his thumb and middle finger on the bridge of his nose. "Hotch, I-" his lips came crashing onto mine.

Arabella never meant to fall for him. He's her boss. A single father. A man still carrying the weight of too much loss. But the night Aaron Hotchner calls and asks her to watch his son, something shifts. It starts with Jack-movie nights, soccer games, inside jokes. But somewhere between bedtime stories and quiet cups of coffee, Arabella finds herself drawn into the spaces Hotch keeps guarded. The silences. The glances. The way he looks at her like she's the first steady thing he's allowed himself in years. Their connection is unspoken, fragile, and slow-achingly slow. But some loves aren't born in sparks. Some are built in quiet moments-until they become impossible to ignore. Just this once, she lets herself want more. Just this once, he lets her in. And neither of them is ready for what that means. Best ranking: #5 - aaronhotchner