[COMPLETED] You hated him. He hated you. But now he's acting all depressed, and you were supposed to help him.

Who knew someone who made you so mad could make you feel so good. You never imagined you would fall in love with him, and you never thought you could love someone so deeply. Top Tags: #1 in #aaron #1 in #criminal #1 in #hotch #1 on #hotchxreader #2 in #hotchner #3 in #criminalminds Hotch x Fem!Reader

Hotch has always been attracted to the young BAU agent and perhaps she feels the same? But what happens when his attraction becomes something more? -Mature content as well as graphic images (this is a criminal minds fic after all) -Completed 1/18/2021 Hope you enjoy

(COMPLETED) A book of smutty oneshots for the beautiful Aaron hotcher!!! As you can tell there is a !!!!!!SMUT WARNING!!!!

You're a vital part of the BAU and get along with everyone on the team. Only SSA Hotchner is still very distant and cold towards you. One day, you decide to do something about it.

Just some x reader oneshots with the characters of criminal minds aka my latest obsession. Enjoy. *Requests are currently closed*

Acting on impulse, you show up at your boss, Aaron Hotchner's, doorstep in the middle of the night. The resulting night of passion kickstarts a timeline of events you never could've imagined. Crazy how one night could cause so much pain and pleasure.

smut, lust, fluff etc filled one shots of Aaron Hotchner.

Criminal Minds x Reader Imagines Including: 🖤 Spencer Reid 🖤 Aaron Hotchner 🖤 Derek Morgan 🖤 Luke Alvez (coming soon!) 🖤 Matt Simmons (coming soon!) I do not own these characters, but I do own all of the stories written in this book. I do not consent to any of the works in this book being copied and shared to any third party app unless I am tagged as the original creator and given credit for the stories that I work hard to create. Thank you🤍

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.