Atta Boy, Hotch | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Brat!fem!Reader

WC: 4.3k 

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, brat taming, rough sex, multiple orgasms (m), f orgasm, dom/sub dynamics (Dom!Hotch and Sub!Reader), deliberate disobedience, edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation, light bondage, reader being gagged, creampie, cum everywhere, possessive!Hotch, aftercare. L/N used twice.

Summary: You deliberately try to undermine and piss Hotch off in the field so he'll be rough with you behind closed doors.

A/N: If this stinks I'm sorry. I wanted to try and write a fic that wasn't completely in past tense to challenge myself.

But also…. OH MY GOD MY PANTIES ARE SO WET AFTER WRITING THIS 🤤🤭🥴

You’re pushing it today, and you fucking know it.

Every time Hotch opens his mouth to give an order, you directly disobey him, already moving in the opposite direction of what he wanted. Every time he says “hold position,” you take three deliberate steps forward. And every time he shoots you that warning look, the one you know all too well, the one that makes your knees weak and your mouth dry, you smile back like you’re daring him to do something about it right here, right now, in front of God himself and the entire Kansas field office.

He doesn’t. Not yet.

He just keeps that muscle ticking in his jaw that clicks every time he's trying to keep himself professional and his voice clipped, low, and lethal. He knows what you're doing and is mentally tallying every single disobedient act you decide to display for later score.

Morgan keeps glancing between the two of you like he’s waiting for the detonation. Prentiss pretends to be fascinated by the geographic profile. And Reid, poor oblivious Reid, has (actually) backed all the way up against a filing cabinet, as if distance might save him from whatever’s coming when Hotch finally blows.

Rossi, of course, is enjoying the show.

Stress Relief (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Based on this post that I made and y'all, it spiraled so quick. This is the longest smut I've ever written, I feel like I've gone INSANE

Summary: Aaron had been holding back from going down on you as often as he wanted to, until you propose a new idea.

Warnings: 18+ mdni!!!, so much oral (f!recieving), fingering, switch!hotch + reader (it just happened), semi-public sex, office sex, overstimulation, hotch is pussy whipped + feral abt it, maybe technically free use kink, bits of fluff, crackfic vibes w the team, i have not edited this i wrote on pure vibes like a woman possessed

WC: ...7.7k

It starts one morning in a coffee shop, and you’re running so late that it should actually be a criminal offense. Thankfully, you are your boss, so this is allowed, as is choosing to grab a coffee when you’re already late, but that doesn’t mean it’s a wise choice. 

You quickly change your mind on how wise you’re being when Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome joins the line just before you do. 

Fixation -A.H

Aaron Hotchner x coworker!reader

The unsub sat shackled at the table, hunched but humming—this low, breathy sound that made your skin crawl as soon as the heavy door shut behind you. You moved just slightly behind Hotch, and his presence blocked the man’s view of you for a moment.

But the second you stepped to Hotch’s right and sat down, the unsub locked in. Like he’d been waiting for you. Your breath hitched—barely—but it was enough. He noticed.

“Agent,” he greeted, smiling at you, not Hotch. “You’re prettier in person.” Hotch’s eyes cut to you immediately, picking up on the freeze in your posture. He turned back to the man, jaw flexing. “You already know that comment’s not going to help you.”

The unsub didn’t blink. Just stared at you. Your badge. Your neckline. Your hands. “Do you wear that lipstick for the job, or for me?” he asked, smile widening.

Hotch didn’t wait—his fingers snapped toward the one-way mirror. “Tighten the restraints. Now.”

Two guards came in instantly. One placed a firm hand on the unsub’s shoulder, forcing him down as the other jerked the cuffs tighter around his wrists, metal biting into skin. He flinched but didn’t yell. Didn’t even wince. His eyes were still on you, hungry, assessing.

You inhaled, then exhaled carefully. He wanted a reaction. You didn’t give him one. Until you had to lean forward and push the file across the table.

That’s when he moved. Just a shift. Just a lean. But it was deliberate—his face closer to yours than you liked, enough that your own twisted in disgust before you could stop it.

“Stop,” Hotch said, his voice dark, deadly. His tone was enough to freeze the unsub in place. Still, the bastard smiled. “You’re not gonna let her talk for herself, Agent Hotchner?”

Hotch reached forward and took the file you’d opened, flipping it toward the unsub himself. His broad shoulders shifted, moving slightly in front of you again.

“She doesn’t need to,” Hotch said. “I already know what you are.”

“She’s better than the others,” he purrs. “You see it too. That’s why you walked in front of her. Like a shield. That’s sweet, Agent Hotchner. She deserves someone strong.”

You barely resist the urge to snap back. But Hotch’s hand reaches out—under the table—and briefly brushes your knee. A silent signal: Don’t react. Let me handle it.

“Why would I look at those,” he rasped, his voice low and oily, “when I’ve got her to look at instead?”

You froze. Hotch’s fingers twitched near his pen. His tone stayed flat. “That’s not how this works.”

“I already know all about her,” the unsub continued, still smiling. “She runs at five-thirty in the morning. Orders that lavender tea at the café across from the field office. Drives a black bmw. License plate ends in... seven-two-nine. Right?”

let me love you — a. hotchner

summary: it takes you almost kissing someone else for him to realise just how much he cares

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader

warnings: angst, tension, angry kisses, jealous!hotch, he's so hot, did i mention tension? bcs there's so much tension tension tension, a few swears, her bag sort of disappears.. oops

word count: 5.2k (oops x2)

Aaron doesn’t even look at you anymore.

Husband!Hotch

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

summary: when your apartment became a swimming pool, aaron decided it's his problem. the resolution became permanent.

tw: lowkey slow burn, jack being jack, sexism at the end.

authors note: I finally found out why I couldn't post it last night. Please be kind. Tried something new here style wise. Let me know how you like it.

word count: 5.6k

masterlist

HIGH TIDE CAME (and brought you in)

The first sign that something was wrong was the water dripping from the ceiling.

At first, you ignored it.

After spending twelve hours chasing an unsub across three counties, your brain felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. Every muscle in your body ached. Your shoulders were tight from hours spent in a cramped SUV, your feet hurt, and there was a dull headache forming behind your eyes that promised to become a full migraine if given the chance.

You dropped your go-bag beside the apartment door with a heavy thud, kicked off your shoes, and headed toward the kitchen in search of coffee you absolutely did not need but desperately wanted.

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

Then—

Drip.