I love you 3000

This MOTHERFUCKER

With

This BITCH!

Stephen and Peter, and Peter, and Peter:

does it ever drive you crazy

Thank u!

spencer

morgan

emily

jj

penelope

hotch

gideon

rossi

team @ rossi and hotch

maeve

—𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆-𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔

summary: a collection of moments throughout your relationship with one Aaron Hotchner.

pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

word count: 28.8k 

warnings: lots of heavy stuff, lads. mentions of: r*pe and sexual assault, slightly graphic descriptions of violence, hotch gets stabbed, reader gets shot. age gap, SMUT (including dom/sub undertones, oral, floor sex).

notes: takes place from the start of season five to 7x02 i believe? lots of time skips so DONT KILL ME but pls………………….come shout about hotch in my askbox…………………….i have many thoughts

anon said: Heyy could I please have some headcanons about being Derek Morgan's best friend and Aaron Hotchner falling for you? Thank you so much!

A/N: anoooon I loved this request, it hit me right in the feels!! I hope you like this piece, I loved writing every bit of it! kisses kisses

Warnings: mentions of violence and sex

gif are not mine || tag list: @imaginesofyourfandom ; @locke-writes ; @regalbanshee || TAG LIST IS OPEN

You and Morgan go way back

You've been friends for years when you first apply for a spot in the BAU

When you get the job, he's more than happy to give you the news himself by showing up at your apartment one night with beers and pizza por a celebration

On your first day, he shows you around headquarters and introduces you to the team

You already knew Emily, you had hang out together with her and Morgan before, and she welcomed you with a tight hug and smile

All the others seemed to be really good people, each one quite different from the other

Your first cases where quite difficult to deal with, the things you saw on the job and the psychos you dealt with were very different from the ones you saw in the division of the Bureau you had worked before

But the team was there for you, especially Derek, of course, so little by little you adapted yourself to that new reality

You grew surprisingly close to Reid, probably due to the fact that he liked that you were the one who never looked strangely when he said some random information no ordinary person should know. You found it interesting, and he would adorably blush everytime you said so

Also surprisingly, even more, was the fact that you develop a connection with your superior, Aaron Hotchner

It wasn't a great thing, really

He just asked for your opinion here and there randomly, quite often asked you to go in runs with him, sat close to you on the plane while flying and actually smiled when you both talked

You didn't saw anything there but oh, the team did

Derek swore he had never seen Hotch so comfortable during cases before. He never smiled like that at them, he rarely dropped the professionalism at all. But that wasn't the case when you were around

JJ almost couldn't hide her shock when Hotch laughed out loud after you said something funny in the plane, his laugh filling the place. She had looked at you like you had just won an Olympic Medal and later, admitted to share the same opinion Derek had. Something was different for Hotch when it came to you

The fact that they constantly insisted on the matter made you start to think about it and well, you realized you also acted strange around Agent Hotchner

If he as much as looked at you for more than a few seconds, you would feel like your body was heating up

Everytime he as much as fixed his tie... well, you had thoughts you definitely shouldn't have about your superior

Everytime you were together working on a case or even at headquarters talking, you could feel a smile curling your lips up and he smiled right back at you

He would bring you coffee sometimes and the others would raise their eyebrows at that gesture, not believing that was actually happening

Derek seemed to be having the fun of the century everytime he brought the subject of Aaron Hotchner to you suddenly.

"The expression in your face is priceless", he always said

In those times you would frequently slap his arm with quite a bit of anger and he would laugh for minutes straight

One night after a long case in LA that fortunately had a good outcome, the unsub getting caught and the victim that was being held hostage saved, he asked you out for a drink. In front of the whole team, not seeming to care at all about what they would think

In the bar, as you both shared a deserved, good drink together like you had wanted for a long time now, you asked him why he had asked you out in front of the others

"So they would have something to really gossip about now" he said and you smiled, taking a sip of your drink. Oh, you did like that man

In the next morning, you both met the team at the airport to head back to headquarters

Derek caught you alone for a moment and asked what had happened, with that curious look of a best friend

Masterlist

Summary: (Aaron Hotchner x Reader) Ever since joining the BAU, you’ve had the sense that Hotch doesn’t trust you. But one night, after a tough case, you accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder. After that, things start to change between you and the surly SSA…

(A/N: The initial idea was falling asleep on Hotch on the jet. That very rapidly turned into something else. I hope you enjoy!) 

The first time it happened, it was an accident. You really didn’t mean to. You were just so tired. 

The team was coming back from a case in Albuquerque— a serial killer. She had been targeting other women in the area, all mothers heavily involved in their church. It took almost five days to track her down. The initial profile was right on the nose: sexual sadist and abuse survivor with religious trauma. But while the team and the local police were out searching for a man, the real unsub managed to kidnap another woman. You’d found them just moments before she took another victim. 

You’d barely slept the whole time, running on coffee and the need to catch the unsub before anyone else got hurt. The exhaustion didn’t hit you until you got on the jet. 

Reid immediately flopped down onto one of the couches to sleep. You watched with envy, settling at the table next to the window. You wanted nothing more than to sleep, but you couldn’t. 

Flying had always made you anxious, ever since you were a little kid. Your mind would get twisted up with all the ways it could go wrong and how little you could do to stop it. As you grew older, and especially now that you fly all the time with the BAU, you’ve learned to manage it. You’ve developed habits and coping mechanisms to keep the nerves in check. 

The most effective one was distraction. Listening to music, doing paperwork, playing cards with Emily, swapping theories with the rest of the team, it all kept your mind occupied and calm. If you tried to sleep, visions of engines exploding or the plane crashing into a city somewhere would emerge and you’d not only still be awake, but also terrified. 

So you set some paperwork down on the table, getting to work once the jet was safely soaring through the sky. 

The cabin was quiet, Reid and Emily both sleeping on the long sofas while JJ and Morgan sat in the seats across from you, Morgan listening to music while JJ read. Rossi and Hotch talked quietly near the partition that led to the cockpit. 

When they finished, Hotch turned and moved back down the small aisle. You watched him for a moment, your sleep-deprived brain making your gaze linger on him longer than you’d usually allow yourself. 

You always found Hotch distracting. And intimidating. He was capable and serious and experienced and…tall. Very distracting. Usually, when you weren’t so exhausted, you were able to ignore it. 

Hotch met your gaze and you looked away quickly, blinking down at your paperwork. You rubbed your eyes, telling yourself to get it together. 

You stared resolutely at the page in front of you, but you didn’t comprehend any of the words because the seat next to you was suddenly occupied. 

“You should get some rest.” 

Turning your head, you met his signature serious expression, well-suited to his position— SSA Aaron Hotchner, highly skilled profiler and FBI agent. Very intimidating. And distracting. 

“I’m fine,” you waved him off, forcing your gaze back to your work. 

“You’ve barely slept since we left Quantico.” He pressed. 

“I got an hour or two the day before yesterday.” You said, smiling. “I’m all set.” 

Hotch didn’t find that very funny, which you probably should have anticipated. He pressed his lips together, watching you carefully. It was the only look he seemed to fix on you—not quite profiling but discerning, careful and serious and slightly reserved. Like he was keeping something from you. Like he didn’t quite trust you. 

Hotch always looked at you like that. Not that he looked at you much in general. He generally seemed to avoid you. Sure, he didn’t get personal with anyone else on the team either, but he kept a particular distance away from you. 

You had no idea why. You wished you could fix whatever you’d done to make him dislike you, but no matter what you did, he always looked at you the same way. 

Clearing your throat, you shifted a little in your seat. “Seriously, I’m fine.” 

Hotch didn’t say anything else. He seemed to give in, pulling out a few files of his own and setting them on the table. 

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, you dug your headphones out and put on some calming music, trying your best to ignore both Hotch and your anxiety. 

After reading the same line over and over again without remembering what it said, you gave up on the paperwork. You shut the file and turned up the music a bit, turning to look out the window. 

It was late afternoon when you left New Mexico, the sky turning darker as you flew into nighttime in the East. Exhaustion pulled heavily on your body, weighing everything down. You let your head lean against the headrest. 

Your mind getting fuzzy, your head lolled to the side and your eyes fell slowly shut. You drifted off, feeling a bit like you were dropping slowly into oblivion. 

You awoke to the sound of your name, spoken softly beside your ear.

Summary: you see Aaron in his FBI vest after he comes back from a call – and it gives you both some ideas. 

Prompts: The Vest Hotch Fic™ 

Word count: 4,035

Warnings: Explicit (minors DNI), oral (m receiving), fingering, thigh riding,  dom! hotch (but he’s still soft), door sex, voyeurism, reader has a V (no pronouns), light choking, slighttttt watch kink, just smut,