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notsopersonalcharlie · 1 year

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i feel like hotch would be a wrap an arm around your middle from behind kinda guy. like you’re at rossi’s and he’s sitting in a stool and your standing next to him? arm is around your middle, head on your shoulder as he jokes with his team. waiting for jack to come downstairs so you guys can leave? he’s standing a step below you with his chin on your shoulder talking to you quietly about the day. at a bar and he sees someone eyeing you a little too closely? arm around you tight so everyone knows you’re his

#aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #hotch hc #aaron hotchner hc #notsopersonalcharlie #charlie thinks

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fromthewalls · 10 months

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Hotch being an absolute history nerd. Like if he couldn’t work in the bureau he would become a high school history teacher. The history teacher that is also head coach of the soccer team, and all the teachers have a crush on him. He’ll sometimes do lectures at localuniversities about criminal justice/behavioral analysis, but if it was up to him he could teach whole courses on history. He likes to fall asleep on the couch with a history doc on the tv, he likes taking Jack to museums and battlefields.

#sorry I’m projecting #I just love hotch and history and history buff!hotch #hotch fic #aaron hotch fanfiction #hotch hc #aaron hotchner headcanons #🧁

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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okay but bodyguard!hotch falling for the biggest bookworm ever, like he can watch her for hours reading by her favourite spot at the window, overlooking the gardens and rain and he loves reading to her before she falls asleep on his lap 🥹🥹🥹

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

You're too immersed in the novel you're reading to hear Aaron's footsteps approach from behind, but you feel his large hands smooth over your shoulders, fingertips digging into the tense muscles there.

"You make my job too easy," He murmurs, keeping his voice quiet so as not to disrupt your serenity, "Have you moved all morning?"

"No," You grin sheepishly up at him, "I lost track of time."

"You always do that," His beaming smile is equally as sweet as the romance woven into the story you're reading is, and you feel the same butterflies as the main character does when Aaron's hands slide up your neck to cup your chin.

He holds your head up to face him as he stares down at you, your scalp pinned to his shirt. He squishes gently at your cheeks, "Lunch is ready. I thought you'd come and be my taste-tester again."

"Sorry," You hum, sure that he can feel the vibrations of your voice where he's still holding your throat, "I didn't hear you in the kitchen. You don't have to cook for me, y'know? You're not getting paid for that."

"I'm getting paid to do nothing," He teases, kneading more at the flesh of your cheeks with his large thumbs, "You sit in the window all day, I feel like I'm catsitting. I'm happy to make you lunch, otherwise I think you'd get too lost in your reading to eat."

You feel your cheeks heat up at his gentle teasing, and you're sure he does too. You slide your bookmark between the pages that you're on, standing when he finally releases your face from his warm grip.

"What are we eating?" You let him take your hand, trailing after him from the sitting room into the kitchen.

"You're eating soup," He leads you to your place at the table, another placemat across from you, though there's no bowl on top of the fabric. "I already ate."

"Aaron, I'm sorry," You look up at him with a mournful fret in your eyes, "I didn't mean to starve you. I- I'm glad you ate, but next time if you're hungry you don't have to eat alone, you can just come and get me."

"Relax." He tells you, his large hands covering your own as he pulls your chair out for you, easing you into the seat, "I ate first so that I could read to you while you have your meal, honey."

"You want to read to me?" You tilt your head to the side, "I'm reading one of those cheesy romance novels. Mass-market paperback."

"I like cheesy romance," He inspects the back cover of the book you hadn't noticed him smuggle from the sitting room, "Ooh, 'Marilyn's bodyguard has dark eyes and a penchant for holding her hand.' Sounds like a good setup," Aaron grins at you where your face must be burning hotter than the steaming soup in front of you, "What made you choose this one?"

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whereireid · 11 months

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˚ · . 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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happiest-hotch · 1 year

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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

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner hc

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greg-montgomery · 2 years

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in regards to the soft aaron thoughts, imagine jack being sick and aaron coming in to check on him but jack asking for you and referring to you for the first time as mom. something along the lines of "can you ask mom to come lay down with me?"

i’m going to CRY

♡ it’s really early in the morning so you’re still asleep. aaron always wakes up at ungodly hours so he is veeeeery quiet bc he doesn’t wanna wake you up (cause that means you’ll be super grumpy all morning lmao)

♡ so instead he leaves a soft little kiss on your forehead, before getting up to check that jack is safely sleeping still :)

♡ right when he arrives outside jack's bedroom, he sees the door open, followed by jack looking like he’s been crying :(

♡ he says “i don’t feel so good, daddy” and he starts crying </3

♡ so of course aaron picks him up in his arms and puts him back to bed! he checks his temperature and asks him questions so he can understand what’s wrong.

♡ he comes to the conclusion that it’s just a stomach flue so he brings some medicine for jack to take and sits next to him, playing with his hair trying to comfort him!

♡ and that’s when jack yawns and says all sleepily “can you ask mom to come lay down with me?”

♡ aaron’s heart drops because he thinks he means haley and that because he’s sick and sleepy he forgot she’s not with them anymore </3

♡ but after a few seconds he realised that jack meant you!!! and it made him so happy to see his son loving the woman he loves just as much as he does!!!

♡ he knows that haley would be so happy too to see her baby being loved by someone as wonderful as you :( to see him having a second mom who’s gonna be there for him and take care of him!

♡ he kisses jack’s forehead and whispers to him that he’ll be right back…with his mom :) and jack smiles so big!

♡ you have talked about this before with aaron and he knows how happy you’ll be to find out jack called you mom for the first time! you had told him that whenever jack was ready to call you mom, you’d be the luckiest person in the world to have a child as sweet as him!!

♡ “your son is asking for you,” he whispers in your ear while rubbing your back.

♡ you look at him all confused with a sleepy expression which makes his heart ache from love <333

♡ so he explains to you that: jack is a little sick - and before you overreact he’s fine i already gave him some medicine- but he’s asking for his mom to lay down with him.

♡ so you look up at him like 🥹 and he cups your cheek and tells you “come on, your son is waiting for his mom!”

♡ you’re trying so hard not to cry and you fail.

♡ but you pull yourself together before jack sees you because you don’t wanna worry him!!

♡ “hi my little angel…” you say as softly as you can when you walk into his room and find him all covered up with his blankets.

♡ “mom i’m sick,” he says with a whine and you immediately go and cuddle with him and hold him close so he feels safe and cared for :(((

♡ you play with his hair and tell him that the medicine his daddy gave him will make him okay super fast!

♡ “i love you, mom,” he says before he falls asleep 🥺 and you tell him you love him too and kiss the top of his head :(

♡ you do not go to work that day!! there’s no way you would leave him alone!!

♡ aaron sits by the door and watches the two of you, feeling really emotional :((( he’s smiling but he has tears in his eyes…he can’t believe he was lucky enough to meet someone like you…he can’t believe how lucky he is to be loved by someone like you…

♡ he moves towards jack’s bed too (he can’t lie down because 1. there’s no room in jack’s small bed 2. he’s way too tall) and sits by your side, quietly wondering what would he do without his two favourite people in the whole world 🥺

#wow i can’t shut up!#but i LOVE this thought #it’s what they both deserve!!!!!#I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THEM #ask #aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner hc #hotch 🪐

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austinshotbutlers · 1 year

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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

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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okay but imagine being super rich and being able to spoil the hell out of aaron and jack <3 idk why but im just in my imaginative sugar mommy era rn.

it's literally just you expressing your insane amount of love for the both of them 🥹💕 hehe your love language is gift giving; like if you have that much money, you'd so much rather spend it on them than yourself <3

buying aaron the most expensive suit and ties 😵‍💫🦋 his closet is literally full of them. and he wears them with such pride too 😵‍💫 UGH there's just something so hot about him wearing lavish suits while interrogating unsubs <3 yes he will scream at you AND look good while doing it <333 and the expensive colognes😵‍💫 he looks sexy and smells even better. omg and designer luggage for when he's traveling ??? AHHH🦋💕 his go-bag is a louis vuitton <3. imagine the team's reaction when aaron casually scrolls onto the jet with that in hand 😵‍💫 move aside dave there's a new rich man in town

and getting jack everything his little heart desires 🥺 it's in variation, just to prevent the sweet boy from getting greedy or whatnot- he showers you with thank yous always 🥹 <3 but AH a new game console comes out? it's his. and you buy him the most expensive lego sets🥹 which jack is absolutely ecstatic about receiving because how many lil kids can say they have that?!? PLUS you can all work on it together since those big sets have millions of pieces which would not be a very easy task alone >:( and like his daddy <3 he's the most stylish little boy there ever was <3 hehe he has the best shoe game. lil jackers with every pair of jordans there are? you can't deny that's the cutest thing ever hehe <3

AND you three all take the most luxurious and extravagant vacations <3333 different countries, tropical destinations, cruises. hehe this is your favorite way of spoiling them <3 you get special quality time with your boys while making the absolute best memories <3333

and you provide aaron with a county club membership so he can go golfing during his freetime 😵‍💫🦋 in which works out perfectly because you get to be his personal golf caddy <3 but because of you, he's really living that high end lifestyle <3 top shelf whiskey, very fancy dinners, and he, of course, is absolutely so appreciative. hehe and he has his own very special ways of spoiling you in return 🥰🤭🦋

and all of this, you do because they after everything they've gone through together, and simply because you love them oh so very much🥺 they deserve the absolute world and you just want to give that to them in any way you possibly can 😣

#no bc aaron having a louis vuitton bag is now one of my fav hcs???#like that's so hot ohmygoddgdshk #and jackers in jordans !!!!!!#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagines #hotch x reader #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds

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criminalskies · 7 months

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imagine showing aaron like... all the thirst tweets and stuff about him and having to explain them to him and he just gets like increasingly concerned about everything lol

Oh my god YES after he’s been on national press conferences you go online and find that his face is EVERYWHERE. #FBIdaddy is trending on Twitter. You’re in shambles waiting for Aaron to get home from the airstrip after the case is solved so you can show him the LEWD, DIRTY, FILTHY things people want to do to him.

We’re talking tiktok edits, thirst traps, Twitter thread after Twitter thread about his tight suit, the things they’d do with his tie, people on their knees. THIRST MEMES, people have found his high school yearbook picture by now. You sit him down with his dinner and he almost chokes on it as you show him just some of the pure brainrot people have posted about him. He’s equal parts shocked and horrified. He cannot believe the power of the internet, nor can he even fathom the fact that all these hundreds of thousands. Later millions of people want HIM. And like they *want* him.

He’s scared to go out for brunch tomorrow thinking people will corner him for photos etc and you start making remarks about him running away with someone younger. Someone more desirable like him 😪 you even wipe a crocodile tear so Aaron pulls you by your hand to your feet and practically flies down the hallway to the bedroom with you saying a few of the comments may have inspired him, but he truly wouldn’t want to do those things with anyone else.

You spend some time before bed saving some ideas of things people wanted to do to him that you can try later. He saves some of what people wanted done to them, and he feels a shiver down his spine at some of the people trying to guesstimate the size of his Crown Jewels. He really really hopes his mother doesn’t have access to Twitter. 😬😬

#rome’s wonderful moots! <3 #the graceful grapes-are-kinda-cool-ngl!#rome’s got mail!#aaron hotchner #Aaron hotchner headcanons #Aaron hotchner hcs #Aaron hotchner imagine #hotch hcs #hotch imagine #hotch x reader imagine #criminal minds

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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for multiverse monday, maybe bodyguard!Hotch who's supposed to be watching/protecting reader (maybe a politicians daughter or something) and he catches her trying to sneak out of the window to go to a party

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

He catches you by your ankle. One minute your hands are planted firmly on the trellis outside your window, a bit dusty, but nothing terrible, and the next they're hanging down past your head in midair, a force yanking you back from inside your window.

"Aah- hey!" You stammer, writhing where you're being pulled back through your window. You hadn't anticipated being caught but you're not surprised it's Aaron that's found you, the man seems to have a sixth sense for when you're disobeying his orders.

He grabs onto your other ankle without getting kicked, twisting his arms so that you flip from your stomach to your back. He drags you the rest of the way through the window, thankful that your bed is bumped up against the wall so that you lay sprawled out over the mattress as he stares down at you, eyes narrowed and accusatory.

His silence speaks for itself, and with the way that he'd dragged you back through the window, your already too-short dress has ridden up your waist. It's bunched at your hips now, revealing a bright white pair of lacy underwear that barely hides anything from your bodyguard.

"Excuse me," You huff, hands shoving at your dress to cover yourself once more, "I was trying to escape."

Aaron's eyes narrow impossibly thinner, a muscle in his jaw tightening in annoyance as he looms over you.

"Are you fucking insane?" He asks, dropping your ankles and leaning down to brace his palms on the mattress. He's big, mean, and scary as he hovers above you, spitting mad while he bends his arms to draw himself closer to your face.

"It's my job to protect you." He reminds you, disdain clear in his voice, "And I cannot do that if you slither out the window and run off to some- what, a party?" He grabs at the cheap jewelry around your neck with a rough hand as you lay beneath him, a bottle opener strung on a chain, "You're willing to risk your safety for a few beers?"

"I-" You start, but he's not finished, leaning in even closer with every point he makes.

"-You show absolutely zero regard for your own safety," He accuses, jabbing a finger into your chest, "And even less regard for the job I was assigned. Do you understand that I will be completely responsible should something happen to you? It doesn't matter that you tried leaving without my knowledge, if you had escaped and gotten hurt it would have been my fault. You were instructed to stay here, and I don't understand why that's not good enough for you. What else do you need besides your life? What else, what do I have to do to get you to listen to me?"

With the proximity he's kept between you, barely any space at all, he hasn't noticed your legs slowly raising on either side of his torso. When he finishes with his chest heaving and his face flushed in anger, you lock your legs around his waist, and his eyes flash with something dark.

"Make me," You plead, voice weak but desperate as you reach up to cup his cheek, "Aaron, make me stay. Make me listen, give me a reason to stay."

He's still braced on the mattress, hovering above you, but the finger that had been pushing against your chest falls to your torso, his palm flat against your dress. It's rucked up your thighs again, and his hand slides around your hip, gripping you tightly.

He sighs, dipping down to press a bruising kiss to your lips, "You are impossible."

"Aaron," You gasp, skin on fire where he kisses at your jaw. His nose brushes your skin but he pulls away all too soon, reaching for something behind him while you sit up straight to chase after his touch.

"Aaron," You repeat, pleading this time, "Wait, please-"

"Lay down," He turns, snapping at you as his hand comes to push against your chest. It's forceful, it knocks your back flat to the mattress again, and you see he's retrieved a tie from his go bag that's stashed in the corner of your room. He grabs both of your wrists with the same massive hand, tugging them above your head and wrapping the tie intricately around them so that it ties both to the headboard of your bed. You're stuck, and you're thrilled to hear his deep voice continue murmuring for you.

"You are not moving from this spot for the rest of the night," He warns you, eyes dangerously dark as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, "And you'll be so sore tomorrow morning that you couldn't move if you tried, so I hope you enjoyed your freedom while you had it."

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shroomje · 1 year

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Hotchreid Headcanons ♡ Spencer x Aaron

Warnings: mentions of children cases, mentions of dilauded, mentions of kinks, autistic spencer reid

Hotch cooks for Spencer because spencer never had the chance to learn growing up

But sometimes hotch will tecah him recipes

Hotch knows cases with kids in them make spencer extra sensitive so he makes sure theres plenty of chances for spencer to be by himself and always makes sure they room together on those cases

Spencer has a cat that naps in Hotch's home office so hotch is always covered in cat hair

Hotch washes spences hair, especially when hes really upset

Spence has sensory issues and Hotch makes sure hes alway comfortable

Spence writes in the margins of books before lending them to hotch, annotating things, and writing hotch little notes

Puppy/master kink (pup Spence/mstr. Hotch)

Spence always bottoms

If Hotch is gone, Spence will use one of his t-shirts as a pillowcase

Hotch will watch some of Spencers nerdy shows just for him

I can't stress this enough: Hotch washes spences hair and gives him little scalp massages 💞

Spences cat is basically their second kid

Jack LOVES spence

They play pretend together

And spence teaches him magic tricks

Hotch got rlly nervois when meeting Diane as Spencers boyfriend for the first time

Sometimes, Spence goes nonverbal and Hotch needed to learn how to deal with that

Spence is more susceptible to "shutdowns" rather than "meltdowns" and its Hotchs job to help woth that

Idk but theyre real cute

#cm #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid headcanon #autistic spencer reid if you squint #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch headcanons #criminal minds hc #cm headcanon #headcanons #shroomje #puppy sub #puppyboy #autistic spencer reid #criminal minds fandom #hotchreid #aaron hotchner x spencer reid #spencer reid x aaron hotchner

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jaspxr · 8 months

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when my little heart gets sad, I remember that at one point in time Hotch had a folder on his phone full of Michael LaMontagne baby pictures...

#he is adorable and caring and wonderful #and silly and just the best boss you could imagine #prove me wrong #I dare you #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #jotch #soft!hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner head canons #hotch headcanons #aaron hotchner hcs #their friendship is SO precious to me you have no idea

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