#Aaron hotchner hc

[ddejavvu]

omg pls pls pls hotch x nerdy reader like everyone would think you’d be the perfect match with spencer, having the biggest love of reading and all things art, literature, sci-fi and all things nerdy but NOPE it’s hotch who catches your clumsy eyes and he wouldn’t have it any other way!

You're right in the middle of reading about the USS Enterprise's next big adventure when your novel is rudely whisked from your hands, and a strong arm wraps around your waist, yanking you back into a firm chest.

"You were going to fall down the stairs," A deep timbre comes from behind you, and you glance around bewilderedly to find yourself, in fact, at the entrance to the stairwell instead of the elevator. Evidently you'd been too engrossed in your reading to realize you'd gone past the elevator bay and into the stairwell, and you'd have fallen right down the concrete steps if it weren't for Aaron's help.

"Thanks." You stammer, struggling to free yourself from his tight grip, "Aaron- Hotch, lemme go. I'll pay attention from now on, just- don't let anyone see us."

"I don't care if anyone sees us right now. I care that you were so distracted that you almost fell blind down at least one set of stairs, if not seven." His eyes are stern as they regard you, but loving as the reason.

"I know! I know, I get too into it." You try prying your book from his hands but he flips your bookmark into place and tucks the pocket sized novel into his suit jacket lining, "Hey!"

"I'm confiscating this until you're back from the deli. You can have it back when you're sitting down at your desk."

"Agent Hotchner, that's hardly your right to take away a subordinate's property."

"It's my boyfriendly duty to make sure that my girlfriend doesn't plummet to her death with her nose in a book."

You're definitely stable on your feet now, and you try one more time to shimmy out of his hold to no avail, "Aaron! Someone's really going to see, come on."

"Promise me." He glares at you, a slight squinting of his eyes that makes you understand every single squirming unsub for their fear of him.

"Okay, okay! I promise." You nod vehemently, and he lets your waist go. You straighten your blazer, smoothing a hand down your trousers, "Now, can I please have my book back? I promise I won't read while walking anymore."

"You can have it back when you get back from the deli." He repeats, "You can pick it up from my office when you bring me a pastrami sandwich on rye."

"Pickles?"

"Extra. Here." Aaron fishes his wallet out of his pocket, handing you his card, "Get something we can split for dessert. And you'd better not have a backup novel hidden in your purse for the walk there."

For the record, you do, but Aaron's firm glare is enough to dissuade you from using it.

"I don't! I'll be back in twenty minutes." You promise Aaron, tucking his card into your pocket and entering the stairwell on purpose this time, "Be careful with my book!"

[criminalmindshyperfixation]

hotch waiting until the absolute last moment to tell someone that something is wrong while also being super casual about it.

hotch: *shakily sits down into one of the SUVs*

emily: you good?

hotch: *revealing a heavily bleeding bullet wound* yea i just dont wanna hit my head when i pass out

emily: omg how long have you had that??!

—

hotch: * in the calmest voice not even looking away from the road* you have to pull over i’m going to throw up

morgan: *trying not to crash the car* what!!?

—

penelope: hey hotch do you want another jelly?

hotch: no thanks garcia i’m actually allergic to strawberry

penelope: omg!! why didn’t you just not take it??

-

rossi: how’s everything with you aaron?

hotch: great, i’ve gotten a bunch of paper work done, jess is coming over for dinner, im having a panic attack, ive been thinking about buying some new shoes

rossi: wait what did you say?

hotch: i’ve been thinking about buying new shoes?

rossi: no before that?

hotch: i’m having a panic attack?

rossi: omg aaron can’t you ask for help like a regular person??

[whereireid]

˚ · . 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: aaron hotchner x plus!sized fem reader | masterlist

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After months of waiting, you finally give Aaron what he's been craving most — you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: established relationship. fluffy icknames (honey & sweetheart). words of affirmations, declarations of love. age gap. nsfw content; first time(s) stomach bulge. aaron has a huge cock. p in v (soft sex, making love) oral, fingering, virgin!reader, nipple play.

Trapped between the plush mattress and Aaron's hard chest, you let out a quiet hum as you feel the pad of his thumb softly glide over your knuckles. There's something so blissfully domestic about being intertwined with your boyfriend in the late evening; him still in his work clothes, and you dressed in your satin pink nightgown.

His large, muscular frame presses into yours as he embraces you, and his tongue flicks out to wet his lips as he drinks in your appearance. You had been laying in his bed when he returned home from work, having just put Jack to sleep, and you were waiting up for him. Aaron had bid goodnight to his sleeping son, a content smile on his lips as he traipsed towards his bedroom, and he swears that his heart had stopped beating in his chest when he saw you.

The pink, satin chemise that you're wearing has forced his eyes you since the moment that he stepped into the bedroom. It's a perfect fit, tracing the curves of your body, slightly outlining the small pudge of your tummy as you sit. He didn't even have time to change — he simply toed his shoes off before he collapsed atop on you, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he breathed your scent in, desperately trying to calm the throbbing ache in his trousers.

You're not quite ready for what he wants to do to you, yet and he knows that — but you're just so delicious, gazing up at him with hazy eyes, feigning innocence as your nails run over the lightly buzzed sides of his hair.

"You know, I've been thinking about you all day," Aaron murmurs sweetly, a small smile on his lips as you squirm beneath him. His eyes flick down to your thighs, mesmerised by the way your chemise rides upwards, exposing your plump flesh. "Couldn't get you out of my head."

Your heart feels tight in your chest as his hands slide down your body, his knee delicately parting your thighs as kisses you. There's an affectionate expression fleeting across his features, and you smile up at him shyly. "I thought about you a lot, too," you say quietly, biting back a smile as he presses a soft, drawn-out kiss to your lips.

He pulls away, smiling down at you, and your skin blazes with warmth. He's so handsome, so big — you can see the way his biceps strain against his shirt as he leans over you, and you try to hide the way your breath hitches as his knee rubs against the black lace panties you're wearing beneath your gown.

"I love you," Aaron says, between the gentle chaste pecks he delivers you. His hands gently squeeze at your waist through your nightgown, his voice rumbly as he adds, "so much."

Warmth blooms beneath his touch, and you desperately hope that he doesn't think too much into the way you squirm beneath him as he kisses you. "I love you," you repeat back to him, your voice as sweet as honey. Your nails gently scratch at his scalp again, and you watch as his eyes flutter shut as you touch him. His hands stay fixed on your waist. "Was work okay?"

Aaron hums softly, and his stubble skims against your cheek as his lips trail peppery kisses from your cheek, down towards your jaw. "Work was work," he responds, no hostility in his voice; just slight hesitation, "but I don't want to focus on work right now, honey. Not when I've got such a sweet thing like you beneath me."

Honey. The sound of his husky voice makes you tingle, and your breath hitches in your throat as he delivers hot, wet kisses to your neck, suckling at your pulse point softly. The sensation makes your cheek flush with warmth, and Aaron smiles into your neck as he feels your pelvis softly grind into his knee.

"Oh," you whisper, your cheeks glowing with warmth as he nips at your neck. A knot forms in your stomach as his tongue flicks over the skin he had just bruised, in an attempt to soothe your neck. "So, you want to just focus on me instead, Aaron?"

"Yes, honey," he responds, but he doesn't let up, his teeth softly nipping at your neck, his hands trailing down towards your thighs. An ache grows in his trousers as he feels your plush thighs beneath your gown, an insatiable desire beginning to bubble in his gut as he continues to kiss down your neck. "I just want to focus on you, if that's okay."

For the first time in minutes, Aaron pulls away from you. You can see the genuine concern circling in his dark brown eyes, a sharp contrast to the usual black sheen, as they study your face. Your eyes flick down to his lips, your heart pumping fast as he squeezes your thigh gently.

"Yes, please," you say, your voice eager, "that's okay, Aaron."

Your voice is soft and delicate, and it's all the affirmation that Aaron needed. He lets out a quiet groan of approval, before dipping his head again, his focus zeroing in on the purple mark which has begun to form on your neck. "My sweet girl," he murmurs as his tongue laps over the bruised area, "You're just as sweet as honey."

The phrase causes butterflies to bloom in your stomach, and you let out a quiet moan of agreement as his hands begin to ride up your gown.

Sweet as honey. It was what Aaron had described you as on your first ever date, and when you had flustered and squirmed as a result, he made it a habit to use the phrase whenever possible.

You don't stop his wandering hands, instead, you invite him to touch you more. As his lips trail along your chest, just short of where your gown rests above your plush breasts, you open your legs shyly. Your motions are timid, and you allow for his hands to roam closer and closer to the area where you need him the most.

His fingers twitch against your inner thighs, but they don't move. Aaron's focused on making you feel good, and he doesn't want to pressure you into anything. He knows that you're still a virgin, and he understands that whilst you trust him, you may not be ready to commit fully yet.

"Aaron," you whisper, your hands falling to clutch at his biceps, "More, please."

"More, please?" He repeats, gazing down at you through half-lidded eyes. He pulls away from you somewhat, though you're still pinned beneath him, and he observes your face. "What do you mean, honey? Use your words."

His hands gently press against your thigh, and a breathy moan catches in your throat as he carefully rocks his knee against your clothed cunt.

"This," you say, "but more."

An amused expression flitters across Aaron's features, and you have to close your eyes as you feel him press his knee into you with more pressure. You feel slightly flustered, pinned beneath him, ashamed that your body reacts so needily to his every touch.

He hums. "You can't be coherent, honey? That's okay. I think I know what you want." He cocks his head, a small grin on his lips as he shuffles downwards slightly, pushing your gown up softly.

His knee abandons your cunt, and you pout, opening your eyes and looking down at him. Aaron has nestled between your thighs, and as you lock eyes with him — his hazel irises are sheathed by his pupils, which are dilated massively as a result of his lust — you can't help but shudder.

"You always know what I want,” you say quietly as he looks at you for permission, and your body trembles as his fingers delicately push your wet panties to the side, "please make me feel good, Aaron."

Your voice wobbles slightly, and your tone is syrupy; sickly sweet, causing the ache which pulsates in his trousers to worsen. He coos. "How can I say no when you ask me like that?"

As if to praise you for your obedient tone, Aaron tilts his head down. His eyes flutter shut as he dips his head between your thighs, and his tongue softly glides over your sticky slits. "Sweet as honey," he growls instinctively, the sound rumbling in his chest as he pushes his mouth against you. His nose presses into your pelvis as he slides his tongue around your pulsing pearl, "my favourite dessert."

The feeling of his tongue rolling skilfully against your heat has you panting, your back arching into his touch. Being treasured by Aaron is your favourite past-time, and whilst your relationship has never gone any further than the innoceuous pleasure of worshipping one another with your hot mouths, you desperately crave more.

Perhaps, you're now ready for him. You can feel the strain of his trousers as his crotch presses into your ankle. Aaron eagerly laps at your cunt, and your walls flutter as his lips suckle at your clit. He relishes in each desperate breath you take and the sounds of your lewd, quiet moans spilling out into the open air.

"Aaron," you mewl, your toes curling as a familiar warmth begins to bubble in your stomach, pleasure spilling over you in waves, "I'm gonna—"

"It's okay, honey," he praises, his voice sickly-sweet as he grinds against you softly, his mouth hot against your heat, "you can let go for me. I'm right here."

"I need — ah," you gasp quietly, your thighs beginning to tremble as he continues to worship you, "more, Aaron. I need more, please!"

As though to make a point, you grind against his palm, and he hums in acknowledgement, the sensation sending a vibration pulsing over your clit. Skilfully, Aaron parts your slits further with his fingers, and he softly pushes two of his digits inside of your cunt, your walls sheathing him instantly.

You're tight around him, and he's careful as he softly curls his fingers inside of you, his tongue simultaneously working on you. Desire rolls through him as your thighs tighten against his head, your plush flesh warm against his ears as you shake and tremble.

You writhe above him, and Aaron can't help but groan as he feels you convulse. You taste so delicious, so sweet as your cream floods his tongue, his senses heightened by your overwhelming orgasm that crashes over you.

The knot inside of you frays and snaps, and you eagerly tug at his hair, your back arching. Your breasts spill from your chemise as you do so, and you whimper softly as Aaron keeps lapping at you, his tastebuds dancing with the sweetness of your cum.

“So sweet,” he praises again, pulling away from your cunt once your thighs dull their trembling.

You can tell that he’s going to pull away from you — and whilst you love that he respects your initial hesitance to anything more intimate than the general exploration of one another’s bodies, you can’t help but want more.

"No," you murmur quietly, trying to steady your breathing and calm your racing heart. You reach out towards him, your eyes pleading and your chest tight with nerves. "I'm ready, Aaron. I need more. I need all of you."

"All of me?" He repeats, and his deep brown eyes stare into yours, "Do you mean—"

"—I'm ready, Aaron. I want you. I'm ready."

Truth be told, you're not sure if you'll ever be ready. Aaron's so big, and you struggle to take him in your mouth. The thought of his cock burrowing inside of your cunt strikes fear inside of you, but you simply can't wait anymore.

He's been patient, and he's been kind, and it's been six months — you're unsure of any other man who would wait that long, and the fact that Aaron has been so forbearing makes your heart feel full.

"You're ready?" He breathes, adjusting himself so his trousers are pressing against your soaked panties, and he swears that his body sparks with electricity as you nod vigorously. "You're sure?"

"Yes," you affirm, "I'm sure. I want you so badly, it hurts.”

A few seconds pass, and you're worried that you've said the wrong thing, so you part your lips to speak. Your words are silenced by his mouth pressing against yours, his lips entrapping your own in a feverish kiss.

Wisps of his hair tickle your face as he kisses you. His warm hands gradually begin to pull your chemise up, and as the cool air nips at each inch of exposed skin, goosebumps rise. You fluster as Aaron pulls away from you, his eyes darting over your frame, which grows more exposed with each upward pull from his hands. He tugs, further and further, until he pulls the gown over your head.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs, and his hands instantly dart down to grope and grab at your body, "you have no idea what you do to me."

You gasp quietly as his hands slide over your waist, trailing over the pudge of your stomach. He lets out a quiet groan as he gives your plump flesh a small squeeze, dipping his head to kiss you again, his tongue running over your swollen bottom lip. His hands are gentle against you, but his movements blaze a fire beneath your skin, and you find yourself growing hot and needy.

"Stop teasing," you breathe against his lips, "I need you now."

Aaron smiles against your mouth, before he pulls his lips away, trailing wet kisses across your jaw. "I need to make sure that you're wet enough to take me, honey," he utters quietly, "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm wet," you say in response, shivering as his hands part your thighs slightly, "I'm so wet. Fuck, Aaron, please."

He laughs as your hands pull at his tie, smiles when your fingers begin to shakily unbutton his shirt.

"Somebody's eager," he comments, and he sits so that it's easier for you to undress him, and his hands abandon your body in favour for unbuttoning his trousers.

You're frantic, but he's smooth; calm and collected. Aaron lets his eyes explore you, and he can't help but palm himself through his trousers as he drinks in your flushed body.

Every curve, every soft indentation of flesh makes him feel feral. Your body, so generous and cushy, drives him wild, and he chokes back a groan as he slides his eyes over your soft stomach and your wide hips. The sight of you makes him ache, and he couldn't be more thankful that you're too inebriated by your own lust to notice the extent of his.

There's a fire in his gut, and his hands shake somewhat as he finally rids himself off his trousers. Aaron's face blazes as he notices the patch on his underwear, evidence of his own lewd desire, but you're too busy pushing his shirt off of him to notice.

You're trapped beneath him, pinned, and as his clothes become abandoned on the floor, he dips his head down, and he burrows his head in your chest. His tongue glides over your right breast, his hand palming the left, and you gasp as you feel his teeth nip at your sensitive bud.

"Do you know what you do to me, honey?" Aaron asks as he worships your body, delivering kisses over your pillowy chest, burrowing his head between your cleavage. He pinches your nipple softly, relishing in the way you writhe from his touch.

"I have an idea," you squeak out weakly, your thighs trembling as his hands slide down to pull at the waistband of your panties.

He shakes his head, looking down at you through thick lashes as he abandons your underwear to the floor. "No, you don't," he responds, and his head is instantly burrowed between your chest again, his hands trailing the curve of your waist and hips before he slides his palm between your legs, "you have no idea what you do to me."

A satisfied sigh glides past your lips as you feel his fingers glide through your sticky slits, and you eye him cautiously, your eyes zeroed in on the tight crotch of his boxers.

He's so hard, and you wonder if he's in any pain, because you are. You're pulsing between your legs, desperate to take him in, but he's being so sensual and considerate that it somehow makes you hurt more.

"You're so beautiful," he comments, and he adjusts so that he can slip his own underwear down. His voice is husky, and his hot breath fans against your ear as he murmurs, "I could look at you forever, honey."

"You mean it?"

"I mean it." Aaron's voice is serious, weighty, and he smiles down at you softly. His eyes are focused on your glistening face, wet from tears of pleasure and sticky from the summer heat. "You're just perfect."

You flush under his gaze, and you whimper as he kisses you again. Aaron's lips are soft this time, gentle as he moulds his mouth against yours. You let out a quiet gasp as you feel his hands part your thighs further, the sensation of his cock flexing against your folds making you shudder.

He's so big, but you're so wet, and you hope that it's enough to stop the sting. You wish that you had more experience, you wish that you could take cock perfectly, but you can't, and you and Aaron both know that.

You cried the first time he fingered you, so this is going to hurt.

"I'll take it slow," Aaron's voice pulls you from your thoughts, "and if it hurts — tell me, honey, and I'll stop, okay?"

You flick your eyes up to meet his. You instantly drown in his hazel irises, which are so round and soft and considerate. You nod your head. Your throat feels a little bit dry, and you feel somewhat hazy, but his words are so gentle and reassuring that you beckon him in.

"Okay," you respond, your voice wavering.

Aaron presses a soft kiss to your neck, his hand giving your hip a gentle squeeze. "I love you," he murmurs quietly, gently sliding his cock through your sticky folds, trying to keep his breathing even as he sees your eyes flitter shut.

"I love you," you mumble back to him, trying to stay lax as his hand slides over your stomach.

"Are you ready?" He asks, his tongue wetting his lips as he squeezes your flesh softly. He can feel precum dribbling out of his slit, and he's desperate to burrow deep inside of you, to feel you swallowing his cock.

His lips tickle your neck again, and you whine softly. "I'm ready. Please make love to me, Aaron," you say shakily, your arms wrapping around his neck for support, your fingers riding through his hair, "I want you."

Your confirmation was all he needed.

He keeps his hand against your stomach, his eyes focused on yours as he gently slides his cock inside of you.

You're so tight. Your walls are pillowy and soft, insatiably warm and wet, and he lets out a quiet groan as he feels you tighten around him.

You whimper below him. Aaron's eyes are soft, and they carefully scan yours. You can tell that he's enjoying this, even if right now he's hardly moving — just slowly pushing his hips forward, encouraging your cunt to swallow him inch by inch.

"Hurts," you say shakily, the sting bottoming out any feeling of pleasure. The only satisfaction that you feel right now is knowing that Aaron's enjoying himself, and the fact that your cunt is slowly beginning to feel fill.

His brows pinch together as stills his hips. "You want me to stop?"

You shake your head. "You're not even in all of the way yet," you say warily, "keep going, please?"

Nodding his head slowly, he continues to push himself inside of you. Your walls flutter around him and his breath hitches, his body tensing as he palms your navel, feeling your stomach bulge slightly as you finally take all of him in.

Aaron stills his hips.

Your chest heaves, and your eyes prick with tears. It hurts, and it feels intrusive, and you know that it's supposed to hurt — but this much, really? You curse yourself somewhat for losing your virginity to a man whose cock is quite literally huge, and you exhale shakily as you meet his eyes.

"Is this okay?" He asks, and he's so caring that your bottom lip trembles slightly. He can see tears prick at your eyes and his heart drops in his chest, worrying that he may have hurt you.

His hand comes forward, swiping away the stray tear which slips from your eyes. "It's okay," you affirm, his warm palm cupping your cheek, "I'm okay. It just hurts, that's all."

"Do you want me to stay still, just like this?"

Your walls flutter around him as he speaks. He can feel how wet your cunt is, even when he's not moving. It's the most blissful thing he's ever felt in his entire life. Aaron wants to press against your navel again, wants to watch your plump stomach bulge further from his cock, but he restrains himself, because has plenty of time to do that; he has the rest of his life to do that with you.

Right now, all he needs to focus on is making you feel good.

"I want you to move," you say finally, tilting your head. Your nose brushes against his, and you give him a soft kiss. "Slowly, if that's okay."

Aaron gazes down at you through half-lidded eyes. Your heart hammers in your chest as you watch his dark brows knit together in concentration as he slowly begins to roll his hips into you, ensuring that his motions are gentle.

A warmth blossoms in your stomach. It's a different kind of warmth, and you feel the familiar feeling of pleasure beginning to shroud the pain of his intrusion.

"Right there," you choke out, your eyes screwing shut as his cock brushes against a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, "just like that."

A quiet groan slides past his lips as you praise him. He's doing good, and he bites down on his swollen lip as your walls tighten around him. His hands slides over your body, runs over your plump flesh lovingly. Aaron swears he could do this forever, just continuously fuck his cock into of you whilst simultaneously groping at your plump flesh. The way you moan and writhe beneath him is addicting, so beautiful, and he wants to worship you this way for forever.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he continues to softly roll his hips into you. His eyes are fluttering shut, and his hair is sticking to his forehead slightly, and he looks so good. The scent of sex and his cologne floods your senses, and you softly drag your nails over his shoulders, arching into him as his movements pick up.

He moans softly, and you screw your eyes shut, unable to look at him anymore, the pleasure growing overwhelming.

"Please," you beg, "more."

"I don't want to hurt you," Aaron whispers, and his voice shakes slightly. He grips at your hip to steady himself, the lewd sounds of your squelching cunt echoing around his bedroom.

"You won't hurt me," you say, and you look up at him, pressing your lips against his in reassurance, "I promise."

Aaron's jaw ticks, but he nods his head. His head lulls, his nose brushing against yours as he carefully begins to increase his speed. His hands linger at your hips, digging into the plump flesh softly, and he groans as your walls flutter around him again.

You're so wet. The sound of his balls slapping against your soaking cunt shrouds the bedroom, and you find yourself growing closer and closer as he moans against you. His cock hilts inside of you, brushing consistently against the area where you need him most.

You can feel the love that he has for you poking through. You feel it in every gentle squeeze he delivers you; sense it in the way that his eyes lingers on the soft jiggling of your breasts and your stomach. You don't feel insecure around him — you feel powerful, and you arch your back more to allow him deeper inside of you.

The sting is gone, replaced by an insatiable pleasure that devours you from the inside out. Aaron’s cock is perfect, hilting inside of you, and your walls squeeze him, milking everything that he's got.

You gasp. You feel warm and fuzzy, and your body tingles with desire. He keeps squeezing you, his hands enveloping your thighs as he pushes your legs up slightly. The position allows for a better angle, and you sigh contently as you feel him ride against the sensitive spot inside of your cunt.

Aaron's eyes scan yours, and you feel so overwhelmed, so beautiful. "You're so beautiful, honey," he murmurs, his eyes dragging down to study where your body meets, where the two of you become one. His breath hitches, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. "My perfect girl."

You flush wildly, your face burning with heat. He feels so good inside of you, and you moan against his lips as he kisses you again, gently, softly. You savour the taste of him, relishing in the fact that you can still somewhat taste yourself on your tongue, and your nails dig further into his shoulders as he rolls inside of you.

You're growing close. You can feel it in the way the knot inside of you is beginning to fray and break loose. Aaron’s lips stay pressed against yours, and he squeezes your trembling thighs reassuringly.

"It's okay," he breathes incoherently against your lips, "you can cum, honey. Be a good girl and let go for me, okay?"

Nodding your head, you allow yourself to lax, to succumb fully to the comforting feeling of him inside of you. His cock nuzzles against the most sensitive spot inside of you, and then your eyes flutter shut, an orgasmic bliss beginning to pulse through you.

You whine as you cum around him, your walls tight, fluttering around him. You tremble, but he keeps you steady, his hands gently pushing into the flesh of your thighs as he allows himself to grow sloppy in his thrusts. Aaron sighs contently as you paint him with your cum, his balls and thighs growing wet from your squirt, and he can't hold back anymore.

You gasp as you his cock leak inside of you — you feel his hot, ropey cum paint your walls, and it feels good; intensifying your own orgasm as you shake below him, your walls fluttering, your cunt swallowing all of him.

His hands stays tight against your thighs as he finishes inside of you. Aaron's lips graze over your neck, the sensation causing you tingle and shy away from him. He groans quietly into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into you as his hips still.

Your chest heaves and your heart races. Your body is tingling with the aftermath of your orgasm, and you pause before you purposefully tighten around him, trying to gauge his reaction. He cries out into your neck, and your stomach flutters in response. You milk his sensitive cock softly, your walls tight around him. His hips jolt into you, and you gasp as he hilts inside of you again.

Aaron's thankful that his balls no longer feel heavy, that the ache is dulled. He presses lazy kisses against your neck, his hand softly trailing up and down your burning skin. You're so warm that it's comforting, and he wants to stay like this forever, moulded inside of you.

Your motions are lazy as you drag your nails up and down his back, goosebump rising in their wake. His head stays nuzzled in your neck, and his breaths come slowly.

“Was that okay, honey?” He asks finally, his hair tickling you as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “You didn’t hurt me, Aaron,” you murmur softly, looking at him with adoring eyes, “if anything, you did the opposite. That was really good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And, uh, I’d like to do it again with you sometime.”

The cheeky grin that you send him doesn’t go amiss, and he chuckles, giving you a small kiss. You smile as he sinks down, burrowing his head in your chest, his hands squeezing your hips and waist softly.

You could stay like this forever.

[notsopersonalcharlie]

hotch with a bubbly younger reader who brings him to a concert and he’s just standing beside her watching, bobbing his head to the beat of the songs he’s heard a million times because she loves the artist and then that one song comes on that she always says is about them and she just grabs him and hugs him and forces him to dance and he can’t help but smile and dance with her, twirling her around in the aisles because she’s her and she’s grinning and he loves her

[happiest-hotch]

I would love any headcanons about Jealous/Protective Hotch esp in interrogations lol no pressure tho! love your blog <3 (both of them)

he can't help being more protective of you than he is of everyone else, like he knows you can handle yourself but he could not let anything bad happen to you

even before you were dating, he had the strongest draw to protect you

there's nothing he hates more than when you have to flirt with an unsub, even just a little bit, and he has to be outside the interrogation room because otherwise, his reaction is so visceral you'll never get the answers you want

if you don't have to flirt with the unsub but you're there for the questioning then he'll make sure your shirt is buttoned properly before you go in

and you're out as soon as one sexual comment gets dropped

on a few occasions, you've actually been slightly concerned about what will happen to aaron if he kills the unsub in the interrogation room because he looks so close to snapping and killing the unsub because of how he's looking at you

he can and has slammed unsubs against the wall just for looking at you the wrong way

he's a little more chill with the general public (thankfully) but he'll glare with his scariest glare at anyone who looks at you the wrong way

[junipers-archive]

Sweet-Tooth

Word Count: 700

Includes: fluff, fluff, fluff, you have a sweet tooth and one day while staying late at work Aaron find out and can't help but listen!!

Its late. Very late; way above your pay-grade to be staying at the office late. And yet here you are stationed at your desk, you're almost sure you're the only one left.

That is until you hear a noise from the office's kitchen, and really you're not one for believing in ghosts but in that moment you had your doubts...

"Hello? Is anyone there?"you start toward the area when you bump into someone.

"y/n..." Of course, of course Aaron is the only one left here. His hands ghost his collar in attempt to fix his non-existent tie out of nervous habit. "What- uh What're you doing here so late?"

In truth, you'd been nodding off every hour in attempts to catch up on paperwork and had been living off of valentines day chocolate you'd bought yourself. But you were so not telling that to your boss, no matter how cute and approachable he looked with no tie, ruffled hair and slightly open button-down.

"I-I was just doing some paperwork"

"Right...do you need some help?"

Yes. "N-no, just uh maybe some sugar?"

He steps aside to let you through, "You mean coffee?"

"No I mean..." You should've just stayed at your cubicle. "I have this thing about sugar, its the only thing that works to keep me awake."

He raises an eyebrow at this so you continue. "I-well ever since I was little I could only stay up late if I had some type of sugar, I tried all types of other ways, coffee, energy drinks you name it, I've tried it."

He's leaning against the counter now looking concerned though you swear you could see a twinge of amusement in his eyes.

"And...none of these...methods have worked?"

You smile then, "Have you ever seen me drink coffee in the mornings? You could say I'm a tad sweet-toothed"

"And you don't have any sugar on you now?"

"I-uh I ran out, i had these valentines day chocolates but I finished them a few hours ago..."you start to mumble at the end of your sentence, realizing how ridiculously pathetic you'd sound if you told the truth

He hums in response and you now understand how awkward you've made the encounter and begin to retreat to your cubicle. but of course the universe would never allow you such an easy way out.

"Y/n."

"Yea Hotch?" In fear of him seeing you smiling like an idiot for the hundredth time at just hearing him say your name, you keep your back to him.

"Go home. You can work on the paperwork tomorrow."

Now you turn. "Its really no big deal, and I'm behind, and its my own fault for-"

"Go home, and thats an order." Except he doesn't say it like its an order, he says it with his lopsided-Hotch smile that sends butterflies swarming in your stomach.

"Fine" you breathe out your reply, pretending you're in a rush to get out of his sight to hide the fact you're once again grinning because he cares.

✧✧✧✧✧

The next day you're called into on a case at the way-too-early hour of 5:30am.

The next hours are filled with the reviewing of said case and the gathering of go-bags.

It isn't until you're on the plane nodding off as Derek speaks about whether or not the team in dealing with a sadistic serial killer that you catch Hotch watching you.

But he's not just watching you, he's headed towards you.

Before you can react or right yourself He's handing you a box of 'see's candies chocolates'.

"I-uh I thought you might need a pick-me up seeing as you were at the office so late last night."

Is the Aaron Hotchner blushing right now?

You accept the box wordlessly, trying to to ignore the team's stares as Hotch returns to his seat and you stuff your mouth full of the chocolate covered caramel bites.

That is until Reid speaks, "I'm sorry did-did I miss something?"

And with that the silence ends as JJ smacks him upside the head, making everyone on the plane laugh.

Emily Whispers in your ear the one thing you were sure you'd never here from any of them.

"I think you just charmed Hotch with your sweet-tooth"

[austinshotbutlers]

HC: Aaron is clueless to the fact that he's such a dilf! R actually finds it funny, how the are at a school function and all of the moms are giggling like school girls at the sight of him, or how when you go with him to some fancy fbi banquet, and everyone (except for the team, because Hotch is their dad) keept looking at him (r is also a Milf, so power couple)

Everything about this is a huge YES!

So it’s a science fair at Jack’s school and it’s the first school function Aaron has been able to attend in a while. With him staying late at the BAU, he agreed to meet you there. You’re standing with your little girl, admiring the rocket Jack had built for the fair when the mumbles around you draw your attention. The moms all being drawn to Aaron, who was striding across the school hall to you, Jack and your daughter.

I imagine the school mom’s would be all “that’s Mr Hotchner… ooh he’s so handsome!” And “I wish he would come to school functions more often”. They’re all just infatuated with him because he is just the dilf of the century.

When he finally meets you, he places a kiss to your temple and peppers kisses all over your daughter’s face which makes her giggle - identical to her dad and brother - and then goes to Jack, taking so much interest in his science fair project. Later on, when you’re walking around looking at the other projects, Aaron is carrying your little girl in one arm and has his other wrapped around your waist.

“I wish you didn’t look so hot all the time.” You mumbled to him as you walked past a pack of moms who looked ready to pounce on Aaron.

Aaron would look at you all quizzical like 🤔 “why?” - he is so completely unaware just how attractive he is!

You would laugh and say “because all the other moms practically drool over you! And I can’t blame them because you’re just so handsome but you’re my husband. You have no idea the effect you have on people!”

Aaron would laugh at your jealousy and lean down to place a soft kiss on your lips. “You don’t have to worry about the other moms, I just have eyes for you.” And your heart would go all fuzzy like when you were first dating but then Jack would bring you back to reality with an exasperated “ew! Do you guys have to do that here” which causes you both to laugh.

***

Thank you nonnie! I 100% believe Aaron has no idea how sexy he is. I imagine when you mention it, he goes all shy.

[magnoliabutters]

SWEET, LITTLE WISHES

pairing: aaron hotchner x wife!reader

warnings: 18+ content, mdni; over stimulation, choking, sex toys, penetration, nipple play, lots of talk of hotch’s killer smile, sucking of appendages, etc.

inspiration: @chestharrington’s lazy ghoul's kinktober → week two: sex toys

word count: ~2.6k

note: how come I'm falling in love with a gif rn 💕 welcome to kinky dinky week dos!

You know what he does is important. You know that he is incredible at his job, that he simply cannot be replaced... but Halloween is your favorite holiday. He could be gone for Christmas - hell, even your birthday.

Hotch and Halloween go together.

It's the day you fell in love with him. Because of him, you love the orange, brown, and red. You love the chill in the air, the sweaters, the costumes. You love the incredible excuse to rewatch all your favorite scary movies.

You love the weather. The grey clouded skies, because those are only acceptable during fall. You loved to see Jack and Hotch in their matching costumes each year...

It's days like this when you are filled with regret for wanting your husband to come home instead of saving people.

But do you really have to feel bad? The man is intoxicating. His honey eyes that leave you in a trance. That beaming smile that makes you weak in the knees. His body, so perfectly fit and bulging in all the right areas.

You bite your lip over the thought of his hands around your waist. The thought of him pulling you back onto his cock, thrusting you on and on until you both came all over each other. Only then would he refer to you as his wife, when you were just his whore.

Quickly reaching across the bed, you grab your phone and call your husband. The dialing tones give you enough time to scramble open the side table and grab your pink rabbit vibrator. Your heart flutters once wrapping your fingers around its base. He's going to love this. You click it on sending vibrations down your legs. He's going to love -

"This is SSA Aaron Hotchner. Please leave a message-"

"Damn it," you grumble as your brows pinch together and your hands crash at your sides. You have to remind yourself, over and over, that what he's doing is important. You don't get to feel frustrated or upset. It's not like he's out late drinking beer with his buddies. No, he's saving lives.

And you're just here, in your bed, with a husband shaped hole beside you.

The fluttering of the rabbit's ears against your inner thigh is enough to sustain your desires. You take a deep inhale through your nostrils before digging your head back into the pillow with defeat.

You wish it was his tongue flicking against your thighs. His hands hooked harshly against your hips, holding you right where he wants you. His sweet lips flush against your own. You can feel the blood buzzing in your body. The perk of your nipples as your chest rises with each breath.

Never has a man had control of you, like Hotch does. Luck is on your side. You don't even have to think of anyone else while you pleasure yourself. The only regret you have is that he isn't here to see you, to hear you.

Your eyes close as you lightly rest the vibrator against your clit. A gasp escapes you as the, all too familiar, light-headed feeling returns. The sensation euphoric, especially when paired with the thought of his sweet smile between your legs. Those Hershey chocolate eyes gleaming back at you.

You wish his cock was pressing into the side of your thigh. That his hand was guiding his thick head and separating your lips. That he gathers you slick, teasing you by slightly bouncing in and out of your hole. Making little, firm circles around your opening - forcing a soft squeal from your lips.

You wish you could feel his hot breath against your neck. To hear him whisper ungodly things into your ear as he fucks you silly from behind. To feel him bury himself into you. To hear that deep, moan of a sigh as he bottoms out inside you. To feel his hands grip onto harder and harder with each rut of his hips.

You click to add another level of intensity, just enough to send sparkles down your legs and to the tips of your toes. Your eyes are still closed as you rush a sweaty hand through your hair. Still, strands lay caught into the purse of your lips as you allow the hums of pleasure to leave you.

"I got your call, but had a little something better in mind."

Your eyes shoot open as you land an open hand at your chest. You gather the slack of the sheets against your bare chest and let go of the toy that now vibrates your mattress. "Shit!" you whisper into a scream. You take a deep breath, trying to slow that pounding heart beat of yours.

There he rests, arms crossed on his chest and a shoulder leaning against the doorway. His glowing smile pulled to the right as he rakes over your barely covered body.

"At least tell me you were thinking of me..." Hotch whispers as he takes a step into your bedroom.

With a shake of your head, the blush spreads across your cheeks. You bite your lip before taking in another harsh breath. "You scared me. You said you weren't going to make it for Halloween." You tilt your head to the right, taking in the sight with a sour puss on your lips.

"I made arrangements. Had someone special to see tonight," he says with a tight lip. He gently lands against the foot of the bed. He extends a hand beneath the sheets to gently rub up your ankle and calf. "Oh, don't stop on my accord, baby. Just as long as my name is on those lips."

You lick your lips, trying desperately to keep a smile away. His hands slowly creep to your thighs. The sensation forces you to hold your breath. Your body screams while your skin turns into a sizzling, hot mess.

But Hotch's eyes remain on you. Those glowing brown eyes and that beaming smile. He knows every facet of your body, every single detail. He knows where to touch you to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. Where to touch you to make your legs turn into a pile of mush, and yet tighten them so close together that he can barely move between them.

“Always…” you breathe out as you lean back onto your pillow once more.

His hands follow the heat right to your sensitive bits. His fingers guide over the inside of your thighs. Your head becomes dazy as you furrow your brows together. “Mmm, and who do you have helping you today?" he asks as he reaches for the toy between your legs. "Oo, my favorite.”

“Your favorite?” you giggle out as you look down at his gentle eyes. "You have a favorite?"

Hotch smiles as he slowly pulls the cloth away from your bare legs. The pink of his lips land against the smooth of your skin as he makes his way up to your knee. He whispers, "Yes, I have favorites." Another kiss and he begins to climb his body over yours. "This one, in particular, makes you cum all sweet for me. I swear, I can hear your entire body convulsing through the phone."

You scoff, digging your canine straight into the meat of your bottom lip. "Oh, you wish," you mock. Your brow raises just before rolling your eyes and shaking your head softly.

His fingers reach your chin, pulling you back to look right into him. "I do wish," he whispers. His grip between his thumb and index finger tightens as he drags you towards his lips. "I wish you wouldn't stop. I wish you'd let me help you."

Your mouth slightly parts as you lean your weight into his grasp. Your own hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. "You can do more than help me," you murmur, before flipping your hair and exposing the nape of your neck. A seductive smirk thick across your cheeks.

Hotch bites the edge of his lips, taking in a quick inhale through his nostrils. "Tempting," he utters with a cock of his head. In a smooth, quick movement, he presses those fluttering ears back against your clit. Your breath escapes you, taking in a sharp gasp that forces you to straighten your back. The sheets slide off of you with little to no effort.

"Sit back, relax, and let me take care of my wife."

He guides the base of the toy at your opening. He clicks the bottom button, creating a circular motion that massages your hole. Your chin lifts to the sky as your hands fall from his neck and into a scrunch of sheets by your side.

"Look how wet my pretty girl is," Hotch whispers as the sound your slick smacks against the pink silicone. He moves his body beside you. His leg hooked into yours, holding your legs wide open. He breathes a cold breath against your clit before pressing the toy against you once more.

His other hand cups your breast. His fingers tighten around your nipples, creating a sharp and exhilarating energy to flow throughout your body. He then moves his gentle hands to rest against your ribcage as his lips tighten around your tits.

Hotch presses the toy thick against your heat once more. Its head makes it way within which drops a gasp from your mouth. "Let me hear that beautiful voice," he demands in a mumble against your nipple.

Your hand pushes into your hair as you arch your back, pushing your chest further into his mouth. Fuck, you never wanted him to stop. Never did you imagine him coming home early, but you are eternally grateful. He slides the toy inside you ever so slowly, following the lead of your relaxing, tight walls.

You mewl over the sensation. Your hips begin to rut ever so softly against his body. Little, light twitches that guide his firm grasp onto the toy. He pushes it into you, bottoming out within as you lay there gasping for breath.

"Don't stop," you whisper breathlessly.

"Never."

Hotch gently pulls the toy back as it runs thin circles against your walls. Your eyelashes begin to flutter as your body tightens, desperate to curl into itself, but he holds you open. He holds you open and ready for him. This is just the beginning, just a taste of what's to come.

All you know is that you are his and he will do what he pleases with you.

He tilts his head to you, smashing his supple lips against yours. Your hand rushes to the back of his head, pulling him in - no amount was close enough. Your tongues tangle within themselves. Devilish sounds fall from both your lips as you devour each other.

You kick your leg around his back, pulling him into you. Hotch digs the toy deeper within, forcing a harsher stimulation to your clit. It pushes you to the border of ecstasy and overstimulation. Luckily for you, he knows your body so well that he understands exactly where the line lies. He knows how to hold you there, bouncing back and forth before throwing you off the cliff and into a climax that could paralyze you.

He pushes the toy into you in steady pulses. You can feel your legs shaking, wanting nothing more than to quiver against each other. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, holding you right where he wants you.

Instinctually, your hands reach for his cock. A hand harsh and thick against his hardening dick. You dig your hand into your pants, causing him to pull from your kiss and breathe you in with a shuddering gasp. Your fingers easily dig into the soft cloth of his boxers before gently playing with his balls.

"You first," Hotch grunts out as he quickens his movements in and out of you. You bite into his lips, dragging him closer to you. "Just as long as you're next," you purr, pulling away to stare into those sweet eyes. His balls soft as they roll over the insides of your fingers and palm.

His mouth perks into a smile as he breathes you in once more. His mouth flush against your own as he pumps you firmly and steady. Each thrust, each circulating movement, each vibrating burst pushes you closer and closer to the rubber band in your stomach snapping.

Hotch's hand finds its way at your neck, his index finger and thumb pressing ever so lightly against the sides of your carotid. The light headed feeling causes you to see stars. Your breath hitches as you gulp in with each powerful thrust.

"Hotch," you mewl as your entire body hardens beneath him. You push your hips harshly against his own. Your nails dig into the base of his scalp, gathering as much hair as possible before crashing him against your lips once again. This time your kisses are bites, leading with your tongue and teeth as you take all of him in.

With a swift movement, you pull Hotch atop of you. His hand still wrapped tightly around the toy's handle, pulsating thrusts within you so deep that you can feel his fingers against your soaking flesh. His hips grind against your own, moving at the same rapid rhythm as his ruts.

He hovers over you with eyes glued and a smile growing with each passing second. The way he looks at you sends butterflies to your chest. A fluttering feeling of love that makes you feel like you could float.

Hotch’s hand sits at your cheek, a thumb grazing over your skin. He leans in, but pauses just before your lips meet. The tension is electrifying. You could feel the static between you both. Before you another second passes, he gently lowers himself and kisses you with the very vibrant passion you’ve come to love.

His movements continue, fast and rapid, as you struggle to hold on - not wanting any of this to stop. Your toes begin to curl. Your knees dig into his side, tightening around him. His thumb finds it way to your lips, dragging across before dipping into your mouth. You suck against him, holding him tight between your teeth.

Hotch presses his forehead against you. His breath hot against your skin. His arm moving quickly and swift. Your lashes begin to flutter as you feel your word shaking and crumbling around you.

“Oh God,” you whisper as your nails dig into his shoulder blade. He winced against you, but digs into his hips. One more of click and the vibrations flutter faster and faster against your clit. You can feel your skin prickle across your body. Your back arches to the heavens as your flooded with oxytocin.

“Hotch, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

“That’s right, baby. Let me hear it. Let me hear that sweet, little mouth.”

“Aaron!” you shout as your walls clench around the toy. You shudder into yourself, closing off as Hotch buries himself with kisses into the nape of your neck. “Yes, baby. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You moan out, thrusting into the sky with each convulse of your orgasm.

Your legs grow weak, barely able to move and practically trembling. Hotch brushes the hair from your face, watching as you take shuddering breaths while shaking beneath him. “Mmm, this one’s definitely my favorite,” he whispers before landing light kisses against your eyelids.

You groan, pulling him tight against your chest as you hook your legs around his. “Why do you still have clothes on?” you whine. “I’m leaving that part for you. I remember that’s your favorite,” he teases.

“Yes please,” you utter as you dig your fingers against the leather of his belt. “Hm, we could use this - like last time.”

“Naughty girl.”

notes: yummmmmmyyyyyy, never thought being hotch's wife would come with so many benefits 🤤

coming up next sunday → week three: anonymous sex with eddie munson

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[show-your-fangs]

i will spend the rest of my life writing silly goofy guy aaron hotchner bc he is a softie when he's in love and as much as i adore when he's rough and possessive he's also an adorable dummy that makes his partner giggle during sex

[ddejavvu]

I can't get the thought of marking Hotch up with lipstick marks out of my head. Like imagine leaving a trail of kisses down from his neck to his dick. And if the lipstick is starting to fade, he'd reapply it for her so she could continue marking him

Hotch is typically more-than-professional during round table sessions, the grim atmosphere of the room setting the tone for his no-nonsense behavior. However, he can't stop himself from itching at a persistent stinging against his collarbone- probably something to do with the mark you'd sucked into his skin only hours earlier.

it's such an intense sensation that he slips a hand beneath his collar to itch it skin-on-skin, something probably unprofessional considering his environment, but one of those base human things that must be done even if it shouldn't be. A few wandering eyes note his movements, observant but neutral as a profiler should be.

It isn't until he withdraws his hand, fingers stained a crimson red, that anyone reacts.

JJ shifts in her seat, eyes blowing wide as Prentiss leans forwards, "Hotch, is that blood?"

Aaron's already grasped the edge of his manila folder with his lipstick-stained fingers, turning the yellow paper a sinful shade. He frowns, glancing down at his pristinely pressed suit, but there's nothing red against his chest.

"Your hand," Reid urges, his brows knitted in concern, but it's Derek- of course - who recognizes the red for what it really is.

"Hold on," He laughs incredulously, a great gust of air that comes out like a bark, "Hold on, hold on, hold on, that came off'a your chest?"

Caught red-handed, Hotch composes himself, which is a very stark difference to the way that his team dissolves into teasing giggles. Penelope has clapped a hand over her mouth, perhaps the only way she can hold herself back from opening it.

"Settle down." Hotch attempts, but Rossi undermines him with an exasperated groan. Once the oldest of the team proves unreachable Hotch knows he's lost the room, and sits in stony silence while he waits for his coworkers to finish getting their fill.

"My man." Morgan declares, clapping Hotch on the shoulder with a strong hand he's lucky not to lose, "She got you in the doorway this morning, didn't she?"

"We're talking about dead teenagers, here." Hotch reminds them, raising a brow as Emily, Penelope, and JJ collapse into girlish giggles, "Can we please focus on the case?"

"This is on you, Hotch." Rossi levels him with what's supposed to be an unimpressed glare, and what really comes off as a smirk, "It's not their fault you come to work with lipstick under your clothes."

"I have to ask Y/N for that shade," Penelope gushes, but at Hotch's warning glare she grabs her remote and retakes her place beside the viewing screen, "But-! But our trusty boss is right, there are lives on the line here. So- um, incriminating lipstick stains pushed to the back of the mind, we'll start up again on our case."

Hotch's shoulders relax as the team sinks back into careful contemplation of the case details. He thinks he's escaped scrutiny altogether thanks to the shocking violence of this particular unsub, but it's three days later when he hears about the lipstick stains again.

Surprisingly, it's Reid that comes to torture him, and the slick comment comes when Hotch is forced into sharing a motel room with him. Communal bathrooms are in the middle of the complex, but it's easier to change in their rooms. He unbuckles his belt facing the corner of the small room, giving Reid space to change himself, and giving both of them as much privacy as possible.

"Careful, Hotch," Reid calls, voice misleadingly kind-hearted which lures Aaron into a sense of security, "There's a gap in the curtains behind where you're standing. You wouldn't want any onlookers to see any more lipstick Y/N left behind."

Hotch decides that Reid is worse than Morgan. Morgan is expected to be crass, so it's not a shock when it's delivered. Reid, however, is one to watch out for.

"Reid," Hotch responds, hearing Spencer's breathy laughter already bubbling from his throat, "I'm sticking you on desk duty for a month when we get back."

[criminalmindshyperfixation]

hotch when the case involves children:

hotch when the case involves child abuse:

hotch when the case involves a family annihilator:

hotch when he thinks something might possibly be his fault:

[radiant-reid]

idk why but this made sense to me:

in my fantasy world where i have a hypothetical son with dr spencer reid; they would be named gus, cos it’s just too cute & would suit a little reid kid so well i think

buuuut i got to thinking: if i had a son with unit chief aaron hotchner i feel like i’d have to go with something i guess more strong sounding. liiike my brain immediately thought of the names dean & wolfgang (wolf for short) idk i feel like with a son called jack, aaron probably digs the powerful sounding names

Gus is so cute, especially if it’s short for august

I always wonder what Hotch would call his kids if he had more of them. Jack is a very common name and I can’t really imagine him totally changing the vibe and going with something super uncommon. You’ve indulged me now so I’m going to write a list of names like I did for Spencer that I think Hotch would name his kid

Ava/Eva

Eden

Everly

Eve/Evie

Alison

Belle/Bella

Zoey

Lily

Sophie

Grace

Daisy

Gemma

Brooke- i love him naming his kid something related to Haley without it literally being Haley because that's a lil awkward

Christopher

Noah

Louis

Blake

Toby

Logan

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

our lips are sealed - tell me a random fact about yourself and I’ll say who I ship you with!

hi!!! wondering if i could have a male stranger things or criminal minds ship :))) thank you <33

my fact is <333 i’m looking to be a child psychologist, but i’m currently studying literature and history!!

I think you and Aaron would be amazing together. there's just something about him, I think he would love the energy of a child psychologist, plus you wouldn't have to explain most things when you nerd out to him because he already knows so much about that stuff

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[happiest-hotch]

since you are amazingly thorough at expanding the backstory of reid, i'd love to hear some headcanons you have about hotch. what was he like in high school, college, law school? what do you think his life looked like after leaving the bau and once jack got to his teenage years? what do you think he'd be like in a second marriage? i love hotch and I think you''re great at like adding so many details to these characters that I've never thought about. thank you for answering! ps. does hotch wear boxers or briefs lol

i love stuff like this, i'm so glad you asked me to do this. also, i went right back to his childhood

CHILDHOOD

It's never mentioned where he grew up, just that his mom was from Manassas and went to college there. However, I have my own little theory. His dad was very abusive, likely to his mom as well, (mentioned in 1x08), and one thing that abusers often do is isolate their victims. If his mom didn't go far for college, she would have had family in Virginia, so I think his dad would have moved them away from people they knew who could have potentially helped Mrs Hotchner get away from her husband. I think they moved specifically to Seattle but I'll come back to why later.

In terms of personality, I think he was probably very smart, but more of a depressing wise-beyond-his-years type of smart and knew things he shouldn't know, probably very mature, well-mannered, and overly willing to please. He got a sense of right and wrong very early on and saw a lot of hypocrisy with how his family presented themselves, eg. his dad being a prominent lawyer, vs how they really were. This is based on what he also speculates in his interview with Vincent (1x08) that he (or they) learned to smile despite the abuse and how a house can look happy from the outside while being violent.

BOARDING SCHOOL

He and Sean aren't close because they didn't spend time together growing up since Hotch went to boarding school when Sean was still young. I think Hotch was sent to boarding school because he hit his father back based on what he also says to Vincent in 1x08: "you probably thought 'one day, one day when I'm big enough'" about fighting back. It sounds very self-reflective, so I think Hotch reaches the age of 13/14, and he decides he's big enough to take on his father, Mr Hotchner obviously doesn't like it, so he sends Hotch away. Then Mrs Hotchner persuaded him to send Hotch to boarding school in DC/Virginia where her family would be near him. I think this because he met Haley at high school (1x22) and Haley's father owned a store in DC (10x20) so it figures she went to school there.

I still think he was a rule follower, fearing his father and Hotch knew he could not share what happened to him, but it was an escape from his home life. He got to form relationships without his father knowing, and I think he had lots of friends, probably a lot from Haley's friend group as well. Also very self-sufficient, mature, intelligent, and determined.

COLLEGE

In my mind, his dad died in Hotch's freshman or sophomore year of college, since it's mentioned (in 1x16) that Sean was young when it happened. And I think it fucked him up a lot, like quarter-life-crisis level. This is where I could see him going a bit crazy, breaking up with Haley, underage drinking, a lot of hookups. Basically, just him using typical college behavior to be self-destructive. His relationship with his mom is really strained because he can't understand why she never left (and he doesn't until he's in the BAU), and he's jealous of Sean who didn't have to deal with any/as much abuse.

I think he was naturally smart so he didn't work any harder than he had to which makes him a little arrogant but in an attractive way. Also, he definitely has a trust fund or inheritance

LAW SCHOOL

the same as college really. i love the idea of him being a bit of a player and during his work with the BAU, he sees someone who knew him back then and they're so confused because he's all official and he used to be so laid-back but they just make a silent agreement to not talk about it

at some point, he starts taking things seriously, maybe when he got back together with Haley. and then they're really happy and in love <3333

LAWYER/SEATTLE FBI YEARS

i don't think it's mentioned where he was a prosecutor but he was in the FBI Seattle division afterward, and this is where my theory about him growing up in Seattle comes from because why would he pick Seattle to go to? It's a nice city but it's a big move from DC and GWU where he went to school. It's the type of move you might make if your mother and younger brother who's acting out live there. Also because at this point, he would know more about why abused women don't leave so he wants to heal his relationship with her

WITSEC

this always makes me so sad because did anyone tell Jess? Jack's friends? what about Roy, did he forget Jack ever existed? and Sean, did he just think Aaron got sick of his poor decisions and decided to cut him off completely???? someone tell me because i cannot cope. I don't think they were kept around the DMV like Haley was, and I doubt they went to Florida because Peter Lewis is from Jacksonville. I think they would move to the suburbs somewhere rather than a city center because they'd fit in with the general demographic and if they moved to a small town, it might be more suspicious. I don't think they'd place them in Virginia, Florida, Texas, New York, Chicago area, Arizona, Pennsylvania, Maryland, or California as there was a large concentration of cases there.

i don't think he had a job while in WITSEC, especially not if they were using aliases because then more people would have to keep his identity a secret, but even if he was allowed to use his real name, he can't exactly have a potential employer calling emily and asking for a reference and saying where they're calling from. Which would be a very good thing because Jack's at that age when he probably needs more support, especially after his fucked-up childhood, he'd love to be his dad's number 1 priority for once

POST-WITSEC

I think they stay living in the same area because Jack would have made friends, and hopefully, Hotch knows better than get a time-consuming job, but he'd go crazy with nothing to do so maybe he practices law again but with reduced hours but he could also lecture so he's able to go to all of Jack's soccer and do the dad stuff he didn't have as much time to do when he was in the FBI. I also think they travel a lot because Hotch mentions that he didn't travel with Jack when he was little so they'd do that during the summer

I like the idea of him meeting someone while he's in WITSEC and he seems really closed off so there's lots of pinning because he doesn't want to get her involved in something and he's having bad Haley flashbacks. then he can finally tell her everything when Scratch is dead. i think he'd be a lot more interested in getting remarried knowing that he doesn't work in a dangerous job that could put her in jeopardy and since his first marriage failed due to his absence, he's much more present

the boxers or briefs debate has been settled with this one photo

[junipers-archive]

Dating Aaron Hotchner Headcannons

Short-ish and sweet headcanons about dating hotch

Warnings: none (sfw)

he treats you like a princess

im serious, date nights take place with dinner reservations and gifts

he's obsessed with treating you

Also has an obsession with being your first *for everything

This includes taking you to new places and gifting you the most outlandishly sweet gifts

One time you guys were heading home and he sprung tickets to your favorite band on you and you both almost crashed when you reached over to hug him

He's a total hover-boyfriend, he checks up on you constantly to make sure you're safe and you're comfortable

You were the first one to ever have him send a selfie that wasn't his work mandatory profile photo

You're photo is in his wallet

He'll never admit it but his favorite date to take you on is coffee mini-dates when you don't have time to do much else before he goes on a case-related trip

He's particularly fond of the burst of energy the coffee invokes in you because he gets to listen to you ramble about your favorite subjects

When he gets sick its your turn to dote on him and he takes with absolutely zero dignity, he is a gianormous baby when he gets sick and will 100% over exaggerate any symptoms of a cold

On your anniversary he rents out a movie theatre for the two of you to watch your favorite movie in private

Absolute romantic, im telling you once he gets past his emotional restraints he dotes on you like theres no tomorrow

You're the only one he'll dance with, slow dancing isn't his best skill, but he tries and he'll never admit it but if a faster-paced song comes on and he's had a little too much to drink he's not too bad

If he has to leave on a case really early and not wake you up, he'll leave you a letter telling you all details possible

Makes you breakfast before he leaves out of guilt most of the time

Constantly apologizes for leaving so quickly especially if you're on a date when he's paged, but ultimately makes up for it with hundreds of calls

Tries to break it of with you after a year because he doesn't think he gives you enough attention and believes you deserve better

Takes a long time to convince him otherwise, afterwards you move into together

literally loves you more than himself its alarming, and you try to accept his love without taking advantage of him

He'll also never admit to the fact but everyone see's how fond he is about being pampered

You take notice when he smiles-more-than-his-upside-down-hotch-smile as you gift him a new tie that you just had to get him while out shopping

You're each others favorite people

Your favorite past time is when he took you on a spontaneous date later in the day after a case that ended better than most

He took you to get ice cream and then up to an observatory near the airport to watch the planes take off and land as the sun set

Sometimes when you can sense him drifting after harder cases you pull him back with these types of dates (initiated by you) especially when he doesn't feel like talking

Also after you guys are together for a while you start testing out nicknames, you try all of them in the book before finding one he's fond of

You find he blushes the darkest shade when you refer to him as "hot stuff" but ultimately settle on bear

He likes to call you sweetheart when he's feeling loving, honey when he's doting on you and sunshine when you've done something very very right or very very wrong

All in all dating Aaron Hotchner is the dream

Or at least thats what you tell everyone when they catch you in the lobby on your way to pamper him

Also when Derek finds out you call him "hot stuff" on the down-low Hotch never hears the end of it

[austinshotbutlers]

Aaron Hotchner hc for me: he´s such a family man. Thats all he has ever wanted- a big happy family and a loving wife and partner :) also, domesticated Hotch is NOTHING like Chief Hotch!!

OHHH my god YES!

As soon as Hotch meets you, he KNOWS you’re the one and from that moment on, he can’t stop thinking about having little babies with you. BUT, he’s nervous about asking you about children. You guys already have Jack and Aaron is pushing 50 so he doesn’t know if you would children with him. So, he withdraws a little bit but you can’t stand seeing your Hotch so 😕 so you ask him what’s up and the minute he tells you, you hug him so tight peppering kisses all over his face. “Of course I want to have a baby with you Aaron. I wouldn’t have married you otherwise!” You laugh, placing another kiss to his lips. And he would just fall in love with you all over again!!!

When you are pregnant, he is just the SWEETEST husband ever. Constantly checking if you’re ok, offering to do anything and everything for you and always willing to go out and buy whatever you’re craving at whatever time. When your little baby girl is born he is just infatuated and seeing Jack with his baby sister… it makes his heart melt!!! He is the best dad ever.

A few weeks after baby girl Hotchner is born, you take her into the BAU to visit her daddy. Hotch is looking over a case file with Rossi when he sees you walk in. He’s surprised to see you at first but instantly melts at the sight of his daughter. He immediately lifts her out of the pram/stroller and just rocks her in his arms. The team cannot get over how soft their strict, bossy Unit Chief has gone. They have never seen domestic Hotch but now they have, they will mention it every time he’s being a hardass

And I 1000000% believe that when you tell the team you’re having a second, third or even fourth baby… they tease Hotch to no avail.

“Y’all need to get yourself a hobby.” Morgan would laugh causing Aaron’s ears to tinge red.

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Thank you for this nonnie!!! So so cute. Please keep sending HCs in🫶🏻