#all about Aaron Hotchner

[masterwords]

1x08 | 2x02 | 5x15 | 10x05

quiet everyone, hotch is telling us a story. (because the writers never did.)

[loveereid]

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Him in season seven in this shirt omg 💜— I’m going crazy I’ll pull him in for a hug in stead of a hand shake sorry not sorry this man the hold he has on me right now you have no idea ..

[wistfulwatcher]

2.05 The Aftermath | 5.01 Nameless, Faceless

[ssahotchnerr]

everytime i watch the alaska episode this is the only thing on my mind: (it's about the quarterzip) (kinda nsfw)

being in a relationship with aaron, and the team is still unaware. due to the limited rooms available (!!!!!!!!!!!), the two of you pair up - soooo nonchalantly at that. as if the two of you aren't thrilled to be sharing, or have been waiting for this opportunity to finally arise. there's also just one bed, so aaron even makes a comment about taking the floor to throw them off further.

hehe so when the hotel door shuts behind the two of you, you tease aaron playfully about it, and he's all, "oh what was i supposed to say🙄🥰" the two of you start going through the motions of getting ready for bed, while talking about the case, about being in alaska of all places, or whatnot.

but that ultimately leads into aaron making a smooth comment about it being cold outside, but he can "think of a few ways to warm up" 🤭<3333

as aaron undresses you, showering you with kisses as your back hits the bed - you're all giggles. he shushes you with a smile and the reminder to be quiet, you do share a wall with dave and spencer after all. the two of you haven't gotten too far, hands wandering and are simply making out like teenagers, but are interrupted by penelope's distant cries of help from outside. you both freeze and immediately get up to see what's the matter.

but, aaron threw your shirt somewhere in the room. being in that rush and your first scan coming up empty, you grab the first thing you can find - his quarterzip.

so when everyone is outside; consoling penelope, observing the scene... despite it being dark, someone, maybe emily, notices and asks, "is that hotch's?"

you blush instantly (luckily the darkness hides that), and while the excuse of it being the first thing you can find is still valid - relationship or not - it's the start of the suspicions that lead the team into figuring the relationship out.

so you tell her the reason truthfully (leaving out the important details of course), but emily simply just squints her eyes at you, brushing it off (totally not brushing it off) with an 'okay🤨'

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[mrs-weasley-reid]

these two side by side when I opened Pinterest awakened something inside of me. good night.

I have one thing to say: HAND PLACEMENT?!?¡?

[eatingoutmen]

Shoutout to detectives/cops/fbi profilers/inspectors/investigators, gotta be one of my favorite wifeys!!🤭

[milla984]

With Neighbors Like These

Summary: Jack goes away for the weekend and Aaron and Reader can finally have some alone time (inspired by this concept)

Pairing: post season 12 Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: kissing, mutual masturbation, moderate dirty talk, penetrative sex, protected sex, established relationship, unspecified age gap, Hotch dealing with parenting issues, Jack is mentioned but not present

Word Count: 2k

The house was unusually quiet as you walked in, leaving your shoes at the entrance to proceed barefoot towards the small office Aaron had arranged for himself with a few retouches to the spare room in the back.

Despite having a key in case of emergencies and whatnot, like a very good neighbor, it was a common decision you’d only use it on specific occasions and mostly when Jack wasn’t around. A single soccer cleat lay abandoned in a corner in the living room; were it to happen on a regular day you knew the mere sight of it would have sparked a fierce argument, but this morning was different. 

The evening before a very concerned father had driven his fourteen-year-old son to the arranged meeting point, camping gear in tow, and Jack was now enjoying a two nights excursion somewhere in the local woods. You had a feeling that, conversely, Aaron wasn’t getting a kick out of the child-free weekend - confirmed by his rapid typing on the keyboard when you knocked on the wooden frame of the French door to catch his attention.

He looked at you and cracked a smile, still too focused on what he was doing. “It won’t take too long. I promise.”  

You dropped your purse under his chair and hugged him from behind, the scent of his aftershave filling your nose with pure delight.

“Feeling lonely, already?” 

“Why?!” he enquired. “I didn’t have to shout five times to turn off that damn videogame, last night… and nobody guzzled down half a gallon of milk directly from the bottle, at breakfast!”

“You’re also worried, I can tell,” you added and he shrugged, defeated, then went back to focusing on the screen.

He’d been working part-time as an FBI consultant for a law firm for about a year and you had never seen him putting his job before his kid: he was an active member of the PTA and even volunteered to chaperone whenever he could (something that many moms and other dads found incredibly hot, without a doubt). If he was working on a Saturday he was a hundred percent desperate for a distraction.

Your palms brushed over his shoulders and a delicate touch soon turned into a proper massage, kneading his muscles through the polo shirt he was wearing. 

“Relax. You’re too tense,” you mumbled. He had only shared a few unpleasant details about his life as a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit in D.C. before he and Jack moved into the neighborhood; nevertheless, it didn’t take a genius to figure out his former employment as an FBI agent had taken a huge toll on both of them.

“I’m not sure I should have signed that consent form,” he confessed. 

“His entire class is with him and his teachers all have cell phones, nothing’s going to happen. Save for a few mosquito bites,” you replied. “And don’t get me wrong... but aren’t you being just a bit overprotective?!”

“Jack told me the same thing when I said I wanted to think about it. Except, he didn’t phrase it so nicely,” Aaron grinned and shook his head while he rose to his feet. “Sorry, enough with the family issues,” he apologized, “it’s a lovely Saturday morning. Have you got any interesting plans?” 

“I have. And they don’t involve homework,” you declared, and as you pushed his laptop to the opposite side of the desk he locked an arm around your waist, his expression reverting to a serious one.

“... so you’re a bad influence.”

The intimidating attitude he could pull off with a single stare never failed to make your legs turn into jelly. 

You lowered your voice to a purr. “You don’t even kn—”

His soft lips pressed onto yours stopped you mid-sentence. The fact he had a teenage son registered in your mind only as a foggy thought and the power he’d had on you since the instant you saw him jogging around the block was almost inexplicable.

“You’re right, no more homework. How about I take you out for lunch?” he proposed and the warmth of his breath on your skin ignited a fire you weren’t at all convinced you could control. Or would.

You hugged him tight, your bodies finally making contact. “How about we take care of something else, first?”

Aaron’s attitude towards romantic relationships exuded manners and consideration, the portrait of a gentleman from a different era, so the response to your suggestion came as a surprise: he’d always shown a preference for the intimacy of his bedroom, even though his palms stroking over your breasts to make your nipples grow stiff and visible through the fabric was the perfect sign he had no intention of wasting any time to move the action upstairs. 

Your tongues lustfully met in a second kiss, prompting you to let out an excited sigh as you blindly undid and removed his belt before letting it fall on the floor with a loud clunk. You reached for his zipper and he sighed in return but gasped a second later when you gave him a light push that forced him to sit down again. 

“Show me how you do it when we’re not together.”

Aaron’s eyes widened - confusion and stupor at the beginning, then the sheer thrill of the idea lit up his gaze. And made him hard entirely.

He sank into the cushion behind his back to finish unzipping his pants and pulling them down his hips so that his swollen erection was only contained by a thin layer of underwear. 

“You’re just going to watch?” he asked, locking eyes with you. You could have sworn that look alone increased the temperature in the room by a couple of degrees. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

You reached under the flowy dress to roll your panties along your thighs, letting them crumple around your ankles; you sat on the desk and lifted the skirt up to your waist, your feet resting on Aaron’s parted knees. 

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

He swallowed nervously but didn’t miss a movement of your fingers starting to draw circles around your most sensitive spot, guided by the aching tension in your belly; your mouth watered at the sight of his cock whipping free and he noticed, so he took his time to wrap his right hand around it.

You knew how to work his length, moving up and down in slow and long strokes as foreplay, nevertheless witnessing such a handsome man masturbating for you proved to be one of the most lascivious experiences of your life.

“I always think about you when I touch myself…” you confessed, and he held on to your ankle with his free hand while you rubbed your clit. 

“Are you trying to make me lose control?”

You nodded in confirmation and he growled. 

He was now coating his shaft and palm with the leaking precum, using only his index and middle finger to collect some of the slickness and spread it over the bulging head, the exposed glans glistening in the process. That was when he usually begged you to move faster, since his delicate skin was lubricated enough and increased friction meant pleasure - not pain.

“I’m really wet for you,” you teased him, your own desire pooling at your core, but his reaction threw you off balance. 

“Stop, please… stop,” he whimpered, “this is not…”    

His ragged breath made it difficult for him to articulate his words. “I need you.”

You gestured at the purse that was still under his chair and he handed it to you; sharing the house with a teenager meant Aaron had grown accustomed to some of his clean t-shirts randomly disappearing from his drawers and wardrobe, so you both knew nothing out of the ordinary could be hidden among his personal stuff. 

He stared at you, entranced, as you retrieved the small box you’d carried with you and tore one of the foil packages open. 

“A little closer, maybe…?” you joked, and when he stood up you bit your lower lip in anticipation. He kissed you lightly on your forehead as you unrolled the latex down his hardness, then you pinched his chin and smiled at him.

“Better?!”   

He whined again. “Not exactly.”

You grabbed him by the nape of his neck, speaking softly to his ear. “Make me come. I can’t wait anymore.”

The uninhibited request seemed to have flipped a switch in him: the sound of a pencil holder spilling its content made you laugh as Aaron enthusiastically raised your legs in the air and held them to his chest, so he could start rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds.

It was torture but he was damn good at it.

When he managed to get himself covered in your arousal he slipped the bulbous head past your entrance. “It’s so big…” you muttered.

Truth be told he wasn’t that well-endowed and you had nothing against it, since you’d never been keen on painful sex, still you welcomed him with a loud moan once he buried himself inside of you. Even a gentleman from another era didn’t mind a bit of flattering and appreciation of his manhood. 

He wasn’t as vocal, though, but his deep groans reverberated in his throat in a manifestation of primal, untamed passion; he looked so solemn it drove you insane, his brows furrowed and tiny droplets of sweat trapped between his short hair, almost as if he was directing all of his energies into screwing your brains out.

When his thrusts grew slower but more intense you wriggled your legs free and locked them around his waist: with a last, fierce grunt he twitched several times and you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment, which was always the biggest turn-on for you.

With your eyes still closed you welcomed the pressure on your lips, a not-so-subtle invitation to take his index and middle finger in your mouth; you sucked on them alternately, happy to oblige, tasting traces of the salty precum. You clawed at his forearm when he brought the wet digits to your clit, rubbing and drawing circles just like you’d shown him before.

“Aaron… I’m…” you mewled, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you - indeed - came with his throbbing cock still inside you, lungs pleading for air and inner muscles clenching around him.

He collapsed on top of you, the additional weight making you realize how harsh the desk’s smooth surface was on your back, yet you cupped his face and stroked his flustered cheeks with your thumbs. 

“I missed you so much,” you breathed out as soon as you were able to.

He pulled out and started to fix his clothes, and before he got rid of the condom he planted the sweetest kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry about the other weekend. Jack wasn’t supposed to play, last minute change of plans—”

“Don’t be sorry, I know you love going to his games,” you said, propping up on one elbow to straighten yourself as he stood in front of you. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your biggest fans, would you?”

He was still heaving a little and looked at you with a pensive pout. “... what?!”

“I mean, you’ve seriously never noticed…?” you locked your hands behind his neck as you tried to come up with a good imitation of the cooing voice of the soccer moms who you knew swarmed the sidelines every time he was present.

“Aaron, can you help us move the coolers? Aaron, we need to rearrange those chairs! Aaron, come here and have some cake! We made it for you ‘cause you’re such a good dad and it’s soooooo hot!”

He laughed, the vibrations in his ribcage making your breasts jiggle, then he gave you his best smile to date. “You’re jealous?!”

You shrugged, holding him closer. “No. To be honest I don’t even blame them, you are a good dad. Which is very hot, by the way.”

“Thank you,” he laughed again as he wrapped you in his arms to kiss you one more time, forcing you to close your eyes and get lost in his tender embrace. You muffled a surprised gasp when he playfully nipped at your earlobe with another heart-stopping smile. 

“But just to be clear…” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper, “it’s usually cookies, not cake!”

NB: I don't really have an Aaron Hotchner fic taglist 'cause I usually write about Spencer Reid but if you wish to be tagged in future Hotch-centric works (SFW or not, who knows?) you can either send me an ask or leave a comment below.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's another intentionally suggestive Hotch x gn!reader scene!

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“Oh my god,” Aaron groans, voice muffled by the pillow his face is pressed into. “Don’t stop, baby, please.”

You bend at the waist to kiss the spot just behind his ear and murmur, “Yeah? Feels good?”

“That feels fucking incredible,” he affirms with another groan that reverberates through your body from the point where your hips meet. “What are you even doing back there?”

With a giggle, you mold your hands down his muscular back and explain, “It’s called petrissage, love. Part of my spa day was learning how to give a proper massage.”

“Emily got you that gift certificate for your birthday, right?”

“Mhm,” you hum, your fingers now trailing along the taut cords of muscle that make up his shoulders, the tension practically melting away beneath your touch.

“Remind me to give her a raise.”

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch

[ssaemilyhotchner]

I suppose it follows that today I find myself thinking about Emily's father. we know next to nothing about him other than the fact that when she joins the BAU in 2006, Hotch asks how are your parents and not simply how is your mother, implying that her father was at least tangentially in her life when Hotch was working security clearances for Ambassador Prentiss—Ambassador Prentiss and her gilded life, each detail meticulously striven for and crafted and controlled, with the notable exception that she and her husband maintain their marriage solely for show these days.

he attends the events he needs to attend, but doesn't move with each of Elizabeth's postings, only a select few. when he is around, though, the soundtrack of Emily's youth and adolescence is glass shattering, arguments, epithets. in her teenage years, she blasts Joan Jett and the Blackhearts and Verdi and French rap at full volume, not to be a nuisance or particularly avant-garde, but because she’d rather hear anything other than two people so steeped in resentment and rage.

and so, the first mistress doesn't come as a surprise, and neither does the latest—not to Elizabeth herself, or to embassy staff, or to the security team. it’s one of the first things Hotch is briefed on when he's hired—keep a close eye on Emily. she just learned she has another half-sibling on the way. the last time this happened was 1985, and she wasn’t the same when she returned from Rome.

I think politics tears families apart, Emily says, and she dares Hotch to meet her eyes. dares him to remember.

[youbutstupid]

BAU members who are only children:

- Jason Gideon (as far as we know)

- Elle Greenaway

- Spencer Reid

- Emily Prentiss

- David Rossi

- Jordan Todd

- Ashley Seaver

- Luke Alvez

- Matt Simmons

- Stephen Walker (as far as we know)

BAU members with siblings:

- Aaron Hotchner, one younger brother

- Jennifer Jareau, one older sister (deceased)

- Derek Morgan, one older sister and one younger sister

- Penelope Garcia, originally an only child but has 4 adoptive brothers

- Alex Blake, one older brother (deceased) and one younger brother

- Kate Callahan, one sister (deceased)

- Tara Lewis, one younger brother

[masterwords]

3x08 - Lucky | oh trust us. we know.

[redhoodie1723]

watching a ship become so popular in a fandom when u r literally unable to see it as anything other than sibling coded is actually so painful

[wistfulwatcher]

bau members + near death experiences

[ssahotchnerr]

it will forever break my heart that we’ll never know the true aftermath of what was supposed to happen with scratch and aaron

“you have no idea what i did to him” — yes you’re right we DON’T

like when the victim had ‘hotch’ scratched into her forehead — foreshadowing aaron was gonna go dark or something i’m SURE of it, it was like a,, you’re next watch out kinda thing 😭 s12 was gonna be his

[criminalmindsbauagent]

Oh lord I had a thought… imagine hotch in evolution we could get the older version of these and honestly I do not think the world as a whole is ready for that nor hotch dropping an f bomb…

It’s me I’m not ready and never will be.

[greg-montgomery]

also trying to send aaron memes throughout the day from work and he’s like what do these mean and also how do you get any work done???

Or replying to his texts with reaction images because SOMETIMES IT JUST CAPTURES HOW I FEEL, HOTCHNER. A picture tells a thousand words or whatever you old fart.

you know what i’m thinking? showing aaron a tiktok or a meme and he has this Mom reaction where he’s like “who is this? is that a friend of yours 🤨” LMFAOOOO

okay but so real

you just miss him soooo bad when you’re both working so you send him things like:

and he’s like “???? what is this honey” and you’re like “…can’t you read :|”

when you explain to him he doesn’t get it he’s like “okay can’t you just text me you miss me like a normal person” so you’re just like “stfu this way it’s cuter 😒”

or if you ask him to send you a selfie or something bc you miss him and he does you always answer with some kind of thirsty pics like

and honestly they make him laugh 😭😭😭

he’s so cute and with the time he learns to communicate with them 😭😭😭