#aaron hotchner headcanon

[ddejavvu]

wait your new hotch blurb got me thinking what about they got secretly married and everyone knows that hotch is married they just don’t know it’s to bau!reader because he seemed very genuine in the wanting privacy so (after complaining) they respected that, and maybe one of the team members sees hotch and bau!reader kissing in the hallway of a hotel or something and confront him about cheating on his wife

"How could you cheat on your wife?"

Penelope's harsh, degrading accusation hits Aaron directly in the chest, through the layers of stoicism that he's come to forge over the years of working in criminal investigation and straight to his heart.

All Hotch can manage is a, "What?", and Penelope's eyes dim further.

"Don't do that, Hotch. I saw you. I saw you and Y/N kissing in your office. How could you do that to your wife?"

She looks so crestfallen that Aaron's chest actually aches, so unprepared to see the famously bubbly Penelope Garcia close to tears. Close to tears because of him, no less.

Aaron might have chosen his words more carefully if he hadn't been so startled by Penelope's unusual devastation, but his jumbled brain forgoes its job and his mouth takes over, uttering the thoughtless statement, "That's- that's what she's there for."

And in his mind, it's true, if not the complete truth. You are there for him to kiss, you're there to be kissed and loved and appreciated and cherished, but he's momentarily forgotten that Penelope doesn't know that you and his mystery wife are the same person, and his words so easily warp into possessiveness and disregard.

Her face contorts into a mixture of disgust and rage that could take out a serial killer, and he seriously considers recruiting her as Chief Lecturer of the BAU, "Hotch? How- how could you say that? That your wife is just- just some thing to wait on you while you run off with someone else? You- Aaron, I can't believe you, I thought you were better than that!"

She tries storming away, tears budding in her eyes but Aaron catches her elbow, ignoring the way she flails and squirms at his touch.

"Let go of me!" She tearily demands, but he grabs her by the other arm now, holding both of her shoulders.

"No, Penelope, listen-" He tries, reminding himself to send her to Derek later for a self-defense lesson, because the weak shoves that she's pushing at his chest with do very little.

"No! No, I'm tired of listening to men," She shrieks, "You were supposed to be better than that, Aaron! I trusted you, you were supposed to be the kind of man that I could admire, and- but you're not! You're just like the rest of them, you're some egotistical, possessive, heavy-handed, domineering son of a-!"

"Y/N is my wife." Aaron cuts her off, his voice slightly raised, but not harsh. Never harsh, not to the sniffling mess of ruffles and glitter in his arms that handed him her resume on pink stationary all those years ago.

She falls silent, finally, but her lips still tremble. Aaron squeezes her arms tighter, not rough but comforting, "Y/N is my wife. We married privately late last year. We kept it secret for safety reasons, but I'll admit we didn't need to hide it from all of you. I was not cheating on my wife, I would never-" He thinks momentarily of Haley, of the gut-wrenching sound of her cell phone ringing with a call she wasn't brave enough to answer in front of him, "I would never do that to Y/N."

It's a lot of new information to process, and Aaron grants Penelope all the time she needs to work through it. When her red-stained lips part again she breathes, "You married Y/N?"

"I did." Aaron nods, and though it's not the time to smile, he can't help that a ghostly one flits over his features at the mere thought of the day he'd married you, "I'll show you pictures when we're done here. Penelope, you can trust me. I don't blame you for accusing me- in fact, I'm glad that you did. I'm glad that your loyalty isn't blind. But Y/N is my wife, and that's why I kissed her."

A very wobbly, "Oh." Is all that Penelope can manage, and she sniffles again, staring at his tie rather than his face as he holds her steady in the hallway. He's glad that they've both shown up early for the day, but you're due to return with coffee for the three of you any minute now, and he offers her his pocket square to wipe beneath her eyes.

"You said-" She chokes out sheepishly, voice unsteady as she smears the tears off of her cheeks, "You said you have pictures?"

That's how you find them when you return, seated on the couch in his office peering down at his phone. You have to set the tray you'd been carrying down on Aaron's desktop before you can properly greet either of them, but you're immediately alarmed by the tears streaked over Garcia's cheeks when she stands to face you.

"You-" She starts, not giving you a second to speak, "-are a rat! You got married," She gushes, and Aaron chuckles deeply from beside her, standing and pocketing his phone.

"You got married to our boss, and you told me nothing," She hisses, but slumps so easily into your chest for a hug that you're more than willing to give her.

"I'm sorry, Penny," You gush, squeezing her tight, "We just- we were worried about safety. The more people we told, the more dangerous it would become, so we didn't share it with anyone. But- but we should have told the team, I know."

She sniffles and you draw back to pick up her drink from behind you, sugary and pink and topped with a thick layer of whipped cream, "I got you a drink. Forgive me?"

"Reluctantly," She tries scowling, but she's never been very good at it. She takes the drink from you huffily, jamming the straw inside and taking a drag at the thick liquid. It's barely nine in the morning, far too early for the concoction she's sipping, but she nods after she draws back from the straw.

"This is delicious," She decides, "And you two are traitors, and I'm telling everyone about this."

"You should," Aaron laughs, stepping up behind you to press his shoulder to your own. It's comforting just having him there, and you relax against him as Penelope takes her leave.

"I mean it," She warns, wiping another stray tear from her cheek and sipping at her strawberry drink, "I'm telling everyone. I'm- I'm gonna hire some guy to fly a plane over the city, and the banner is gonna say, 'Y//N Y/L/N and Aaron Hotchner got married without me'."

"That's fair," You nod, not bothering to bite back a grin as she lingers in the doorway of Aaron's office.

"And so help me god," She narrows her eyes at you, once more falling just short of intimidating, "If you try to take some extended-sick-leave time, and I find out you're hiding a pregnancy from me? No amount of frappuccinos in the world will make up for it!"

"Noted," You call out as she leaves, and Aaron's hand comes up to press against the near-indiscernible bulge of your belly before the door even clicks shut.

"She's good." Aaron observes, and you reach for your own non-caffeinated drink with a grin that's hard to drink through.

"Let's tell her about the baby at lunch," You propose, "I think she's more than earned a secret to keep."

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[lucyswinter]

.-‘*•_aaron hotchner dating hcs .•*-.’💗’-.•*

pairing: aaron hotchner x girlfriend!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: some sexual-ish stuff implied

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-the two of you met after a mutual friend set you up on a blind date. aaron had been a little scared because he thought he was too old to date after his divorce, but after he met you, he was immediately in love

-despite his quite serious demeanour at the BAU office, hotch is such an affectionate and cutesy boyfriend. always showing you and kisses and cuddling you

-he looooves to give you my pet names/praise. “pretty girl” “my love” “sweet girl” “mmm youre doing great sweetheart” “good girl, just like that”

-his groggy morning voice is really sexy and low and he loves to talk to you as soon as he wakes up because he knows it makes you blush

-cuddling is his favorite thing to do at any point in the day. you guys just woke up? he’s pulling you in for the first snuggle of the day. he’s tired after work? his arms are already around you. the two of you are winding down to go to bed? you’re falling asleep in his arms

-after a long day of talking to people and giving orders at work, he loves to listen to you talk about it your day. “oh, sorry am i rambling a little bit?” “no, sweet girl, not at all. i love listening to you, baby.”

-he’s really touchy in a protective way and always has his hands on you. an arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, arm around your waist, slowly snaking down towards your ass

-he doesn’t like to talk about work very much, mainly because it gets pretty heavy sometimes, and he doesn’t want to freak you out by telling you about creepy cases

-first time you ever visited hotch at the office, everyone was absolutely appalled by how sweet he was to you and how quickly he changed as soon as you walked into the room-

-“morgan, this is the last time im going to tell you- oh, oh hey pretty girl! what at you doing here?” “you just forgot the lunch i made you at home so i decided to bring it to you :)”

-derek and garcia are very freaked out at this side of him and keep pestering him because they didn’t know you two were dating. “who are you and what have you done with hotch?” and all he can do is roll his eyes and turn his attention back to you.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

a/n: i literally just remembered that sometimes business men wear suspenders under their suit jackets and it's only down from here!! ☺️😋

aaron knows that wearing suspenders under his suit jacket is a bit old fashioned and traditional, but he finds them beneficial. of course he doesn't wear them when he has to be in his vest, but he's clad in them most of the time.

you happen to find these suspenders incredibly sexy.

you like to tug on them when he's getting ready for work, pulling a strap back and watch it snap against his shoulder just to see him jump. you liked the way he'd glare at you from the mirror he was stood in front of, his own hands busy with tying his tie.

or there were moments where you'd pull him into your body, your fingers hooked under the tense material and tugging him in for a kiss or a hug. this was your equivalent to a belt hoop — though pulling on those got you into some pleasurable trouble.

my conclusion to this brainrot is that aaron's a little traditional and you're into your business looking boyfriend <33

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[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.

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[thedelusionalbitchgianna]

"Girls without boyfriends how's life?"

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[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"

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[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

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[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.

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner headcanon

[hotchaways]

pov: your instagram but you’re dating aaron hotchner (part 3)

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its(Y/L/N): smile and fist bump if you’re in a secret relationship with each other! 👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 #hossi

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e.prentiss: is this a way of saying that our ship is sailing?

↳ its(Y/L/N): yes it is, my lovely emily 👩🏻‍❤️‍👩🏻

↳ spencer.reid: hotch’s eyebrows just went deeper than the marianna’s trench.

↳ daverossi: i should have walked away if i knew you’d post about this.

↳ aaron_hotchner: i cannot understand why you always try to give me away to dave out of all people.

↳ spencer.reid: maybe because he’s closer to your age range

↳ daverossi: i will push the two of you out of the jet the next time we’re on it

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its(Y/L/N): suddenly this man, who ate way too much of the free taste at the festival, is not my boyfriend 😅

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e.prentiss: the woman looks….concerned

↳ derekmorgan: starved grumpy man must’ve scared her into giving him more food

↳ its(Y/L/N): yeah, you should’ve seen him scare the woman 😳

↳ aaron_hotchner: i…..did not eat that much. it was just a few bites.

↳ e.prentiss: psh hotch, you don’t have to lie to us. we won’t judge you

↳ jenniferjareau: we will admire your candor :)

↳ itspennyg: such bravery to be followed!! 🫡

↳ aaron_hotchner: i had a few plates….maybe 2 or 3.

↳ its(Y/L/N): you fucking liar, you had 5 plates

↳ spencer.reid: do you not feed your boyfriend?

↳ jenniferjareau: watch it spence, she just texted the group chat that she bought a baguette

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its(Y/L/N): all smiles in the hotchner household :) just look at aaron’s dimple 🥺

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itspennyg: SO. MUCH. CUTENESS. 🥺💓 i love the two of you please get married :(

↳ e.prentiss: they’re so mushy in love with each other. for the love of god, you both are simps

↳ its(Y/L/N): how could i not 😩 he’s my dream man

↳ jenniferjareau: that you hit with a baguette?

↳ aaron_hotchner: she tells me she loves me afterwards.

↳ spencer.reid: why won’t you throw a loaf of bread back at her though?

↳ derekmorgan: jesus spencer, you’re really asking for her to smack you with one.

↳ aaron_hotchner: good luck on that, reid. my girl’s pretty good with the baguette 🙂

↳ daverossi: holy pasta man is not happy with the usage of bread in attacking each other.

↳ its(Y/L/N): keep an eye open when you sleep, you’re next

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its(Y/L/N): rainy weekends and stuck in traffic with this grumpy man 💓 wouldn’t have it any other way

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jenniferjareau: have a safe drive, you two!! and stay safe ;)

↳ itspennyg: JJ, WE GOTTA KEEP IT PG HERE. but also, sir hotch and lady (Y/N), have a great time up in california!!! 🥰

↳ its(YL/N): jennifer jareau, i will smack you when i get back. and penelope, i love you!! see you in a few days 💗

e.prentiss: is nobody going to notice how much sweeter (Y/N) has been to hotch lately?

↳ derekmorgan: …it’s been too peaceful lately, hasn’t it?

↳ spencer.reid: i miss their banter. and breads.

↳ aaron_hotchner: now im suspicious too. she might be breaking up with me.

↳ its(Y/L/N): HEY :( i would never :( and is it bad to show my boyfriend the love he deserves? 😤

↳ e.prentiss: so we’re the ones getting the baguettes now?

↳ daverossi: she’s definitely ordering one right now to hit all of you when she comes back.

↳ aaron_hotchner: yeah, she just placed the order. good luck, team

↳ derekmorgan: we are all fucked.

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its(Y/L/N): throwback to the first photo of you in my phone– we weren’t together yet, but i had a crush on you when the team ate out. i found it funny to see you struggle with chopsticks, and you still do. thank you for loving me, i just love loving you. happy 2nd anniversary, aaron 💖

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aaron_hotchner: glad to have found you in this lifetime, sweetheart. here’s to eternity with you, happy anniversary, (Y/N) ❤️

itspennyg: currently not crying. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY LOVEBIRDS, PLEASE STAY IN LOVE 😭💗

↳ e.prentiss: happy anniversary you sappy little shits. will always defend the two of you when needed

↳ derekmorgan: hearing the wedding bells soon. happy anniversary you two! ❤️

↳ spencer.reid: this is wholesome. i think. anyways. happy anniversary to two of my good friends :)

↳ jenniferjareau: happy anniversary, hotch and (Y/N)! glad you two found home in each other 🥰

↳ daverossi: felice anniversario, aaron and (Y/N). for the love of the Lord, get married

↳ aaron_hotchner: thank you all for your wonderful wishes. i have to attend to my emotional girlfriend who is sobbing from your love

↳ its(Y/L/N): YOU BITCH I AM NOT SOBBING 😡

↳ spencer.reid: he just sent a picture of you with snot falling down in the group chat.

↳ jenniferjareau: spencer, we don’t want to be a homewrecker

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its(Y/L/N): some guy was bothering me at the coffee shop today? does anyone know him?

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e.prentiss: huh, no clue. have you reported it to the police?

↳ derekmorgan: pretty creepy he was smiling at the photo too. must think our friend here is pretty

↳ jenniferjareau: i heard grumpy men are out there for girls named (Y/N) 🤔

↳ spencer.reid: be careful, (Y/N). show them your baguette skills

↳ aaron_hotchner: you guys are unbelievably ridiculous. 🙂

↳ its(Y/L/N): hehehehe i love you aaron, come back

↳ jenniferjareau: i just love how (Y/N) is literally a child that hotch puts up with.

↳ aaron_hotchner: the things you do for love. 👍🏻

daverossi: ah, young love. so endearingly cute.

↳ spencer.reid: do you miss it from your age?

↳ daverossi: you’re an assclown, reid.

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its(Y/L/N): so i think it’s time to change my username now? 💍

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jessbrooks: FINALLY. congrats you two!!!! 😍

itspennyg: IM HAVING A MELTDOWN ITS HAPPENING THE WEDDING BELLS ARE RINGING CONGRATS SIR HOTCH AND LADY (Y/N) 😭💗

↳ derekmorgan: gotta calm baby girl down now. congrats boss man and tiny (Y/N)! so happy for you both.

e.prentiss: oh thank fuck, hotch had the ring in his pocket for ages. glad to know you got the balls. congratulations! 😉

jenniferjareau: so so happy for the two of you!!! congratulations 💗

spencer.reid: a baguette themed wedding. congratulations, hotch and (Y/N)! 😊

daverossi: will let you two use my house for the wedding. happy for you both, congratulations!

its(Y/L/N): thank you my lovely friends and family 🥺 to be fair, aaron was so nervous earlier, he started being emotional during his little speech

↳ aaron_hotchner: sweetheart, i thought that was gonna be between us……this is embarrassing

↳ e.prentiss: im betting he’s gonna cry when he tells (Y/N) his vows.

↳ jenniferjareau: of course he is, its (Y/N)

↳ spencer.reid: you know she’ll attack you with a baguette right?

A/N: here’s my lovely little celebration treat for you all 💓 i hope to intensify your yearning for our favorite dilf :) because i am too. very bad. AND HEHEHE i made them get engaged now!!!! because i want some happy hormones released in my brain

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[ddejavvu]

Wait Omg the thought of bau!reader and Aaron being secretly married but reader forgetting to take their ring off?? (Opposite to Spencer’s LOL). Everyone instantly zeroes in on it like ?????

You're not sure why you're on the receiving end of Prentiss's cheshire cat grin, but she's somewhat of an office prankster, so you assume that when you open the top drawer of your desk, a rubber band will fly out and whack you in the forehead. When no such thing happens, and JJ greets you with her own wide-eyed smile, you know something's wrong.

You retrieve the handheld mirror that you keep stashed away in your purse, trying to appear nonchalant as you glance over your face for any possible makeup smears. There's no smudges of eyeliner down your cheeks, mascara isn't dotted on your eyelid, and your lipstick is perfectly lined around your mouth; nothing is wrong.

You reach up to flick a wayward strand of hair away from your eyes, nothing big enough to attract the stares you're getting, but undesirable nonetheless. When you do you catch the glint of your wedding ring in the fluorescent lights of the bullpen, and your stomach drops.

That's not supposed to be there.

You snap the mirror closed and slide the ring off of your hand but it's too late, and both girls are snickering at your piss-poor attempt at concealment.

"Sooo," JJ hums, leaning over her desk with her chin propped on her hand, "When were you gonna tell us about that?"

"It's just a ring," You scoff, shoving it into the depths of your purse. You'll regret that later, when you're digging through napkins and lotion to find it, but for now evasion is key.

"Please," Emily scoffs, "That rock looks like it could pay my rent five times over. Are you seriously married?"

"No!" You gush, and you're sure they regret phrasing it as a question, because it gave you the opportunity to lie in answer, "No, I am not married, it's just a regular ring."

"Yeah, that's why you hid it from us," JJ drawls, "Morgan, did you know about this?"

"What?" The man's head pops up from his desk, "What do I know?"

"JJ, please-" You beg, but Prentiss is the one who answers, "Y/N's hitched!"

Derek's brows shoot comically high on his face, "Married-hitched?"

"No! I just wear rings sometimes," You insist, "Guys, I'm not married, this is ridiculous!"

"No one wears a ring that big unless it comes from a man who's equally endowed," Prentiss winks, that devilish grin on her face ever-present, "Come on, don't make Penelope deep dive, who's the lucky man?"

"What am I deep-diving for?" Garcia peers around the corner of the kitchenette, and you shoot Rossi a pleading look where he stands behind her. He'd been on his way back to his office, but apparently your drama has piqued his interest.

"She's married." Derek jerks a thumb at you, and it actually drops Garcia's jaw; you've always delighted in how cartoonish her reactions could be. Now, though, it provides enough silence for Rossi to speak, setting one of his hands on Penelope's shoulders.

"Don't waste your talents, Penelope. You don't need a deep dive to figure it out."

"Dave," You start, your voice sharp, but JJ cuts you off.

"Come on, you told Rossi before you told us?"

"She didn't tell me," Dave shakes his head, amusement glimmering in his eyes. You know he's absolutely ecstatic to be the one to let the cat out of the bag, and you resign yourself to slumping back in your chair as he changes the BAU forever more with two meager words: "Hotch did."

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[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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thank you to my beta reading bestie, @nackrosor

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

a/n: i know that i haven't been writing full fics recently, but all of these headcanons have been plaguing my brain and it's making me sick!!!

nsfw.

aaron who loves to come home after a long day and just ravish you, taking you on any surface of your home and just devouring you.

the cool hardwood of the dining room table bit at your exposed back though your shirt was still intact, just shoved up your chest to expose your breasts.

aaron has both your legs thrown over his shoulders, his lips caressing the naked skin of your ankles as he places soft kisses on the sensitive skin there. you shiver at the feeling, your fingers curling onto the edge of the table.

he lowers himself on his knees, the slight cracking of them shows his age but it makes you smile. he's quick to bury his face between your legs, tongue lapping at your opening and nose nuzzled right against your sensitive clit. your stomach clenches and a startlingly loud whimper wretches it's way out of your mouth.

he pays no mind to you; his large, calloused hand presses itself on your large stomach to hold you down. you have no idea what you're reaching for, but your hands land on his suspenders, twisting and pulling at them in a desperate attempt to hold him in place.

+ second a/n: yes i did in fact bring back suspender!aaron hotchner. you're welcome!!

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[honeybrowne]

hiiii!!! i just saw this and i couldn’t help but run to your inbox 🤭💗 this is very self indulgent but can i please request some headcanons about how aaron would act if you were going through a very stressful period? like how he’d comfort you when you’re reaaally stressed and tired from work 🥹 (and ofc missing him all day too :((() thank you soooo much ily!! 🫶🏻

hi sweet fay <333 thank you for sending this 😊 i hope you are doing well & ilysm 💞

aaron would know something is bothering you before you even say anything. not because it’s his job to notice things, but because he pays a ridiculous amount of attention to you so any subtle change in your behavior is extremely obvious to him 🥺

and without a doubt, he’d be so understanding <3

he’ll be respectful of your space (even tho he’s a little sad about it because he always wants you close to him) if you seem like you need it because being stressed or frustrated about work can put anyone in a bad mood :( but is happy to hold you when you want to feel his arms around you 💞💞

when you need to vent, he listens and doesn’t give advice or solutions unless you ask for it. he’ll cuddle you and give you the most loving kisses ever 🥹🥹🥹

i think he’d run you a bath too 💞💞 to help you relax a little & then would absolutely join you when you ask him to 🤭 and would wash your hair for you and pamper you in anyway way he can because he loves you so so much and just wants to ease the burden for you 🥺

while you’re both at work, he’ll send you messages throughout the day to let you know he’s thinking of you. even tho i think he does this all the time anyway, but it means a little more when you’re going through it 🤍

then, he’d get you flowers on his way home bc he knows that’ll put a smile on your face!! and there’s nothing he loves more than making you smile :,)))

retired!hotch would go out of his way to ensure the place is spotless and has a nice meal prepared for you when you come home, so you can leave the stress at the door and not worry about anything while you’re home 🥰

and he’d tell you over and over how proud he is of you and how lucky he feels to have you in his life <3

over all, his kisses will be sweeter and his hugs more affectionate. he always does his best to show you how much he loves you on a regular basis, but anytime you’re feeling down or not yourself, it’s his sole focus to make you feel better 🥹🥹

#this just made me yearn for him so much harder than i already do :( #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons

[hardlyinteresting]

Childhood

Day One of the #MarchHotchness event.

I touched on some of the complexities of how I imagine Aaron Hotchner's childhood and the impact of his childhood on him in my recent fic you can read it here. As a part of their Day One post @hotchfiles mentioned my fic and added to and expanded on a lot of what I had also imagined. You can read their Day One post here. We're very much on the same page regarding Hotch's childhood. My previous post was prose and the headcannons within it served a specific purpose.

This is going to be more bullet points in no real order. I have no desire to back any of these up, there's no references to them in the show so far as I'm aware. This is just my brain! enjoy! As always Request here! | Masterlist

he has a scar on the underside of his chin from when he went over the handlebars of his bike as a kid.

he always wanted to play basketball at school but his mother insisted that he do track and field instead. He played lacrosse in high school. 

he used to go golfing with his dad when he was 9 or 10. He didn't get to play but he liked sitting in the golf cart. He got lemonade at the clubhouse if he promised not to tell his mother that his father had been drinking.

he did piano lessons but doesn't remember much

he read a lot. For school and his own enjoyment. 

he always wanted an ant farm but his parents wouldn't let him have one. (As an adult, and a father he now understands why and hopes every day that Jack never asks for one) 

he had a childhood dog he grew up with. It was a foxhound. The dog lived to be about 18. His name was Beau. 

he was quiet but social in his own right at school. But struggled to form many close friendships because of his responsibilities at home. 

he had no choice but to maintain good grades. 

he used to sleep curled up in the back seat of his parent's car on the way home from different social events or family dinners. If he closed his eyes now he could still remember the smell of leather and wool interior, the hum of the engine, and the filtered street lamp lights. 

he has a couple of cousins on his father’s side. Second or third cousins maybe. He isn't sure now. He lost touch with them after his dad passed away. 

he was quite a bit older when Shaun was born. he cried alone in his room the night he found out his mother was expecting. He cried again when Shaun was born and it took him years to figure out why.

he had his first kiss when he was 9

he never liked green beans. 

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #hotch x reader #criminal minds fic #marchhotchness #prompt challenge #writing challenge #character study #headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanon

[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

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[daddydoddsjr]

aaron hotchner dating headcannons?

Dating Aaron Hotchner Headcannons

Pairing || Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Mentions of abuse, mentions of violence, mentions of Haley’s death, mentions of paranoia, vaguely detailed NSFW

Asks/Requests || Open

SFW

Very attentive

Even though he’s working and sometimes has to miss something important to you, he always finds a way to make it up to you

Because of Haley’s death, having a solid relationship again makes him fear of an unsub targeting you

Is worried and paranoid a lot because of that

Expect random check in texts for “no particular reason”

Gift giving

Would absolutely love it if you got along with Jack

Would probably want a child with you too

Can be stubborn but is good with communication depending on his mood

Just hug him once in a while for no reason please

NSFW

Foreplay foreplay foreplay

His goal is to please you and to make sure everything he does makes you feel good

Doesn’t use safe words, doesn’t think they’re necessary

If you say no or stop then he stops immediately, he doesn’t see the need for it to be any other word

His dick is big I just know it

Isn’t really into anything too rough

This means no forms of hitting (like spanking)

He’s seen enough at work to make him not want to venture into that sort of territory

However, if you ask for him to do something in the bedroom, he will always consider or try it for you

Is okay with you having toys and loves to use them on you

Aftercare god

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