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LIKE GIRL DAD!AARON !!!!!!!! it’s s10 NOTHING but s10

whenever i write i’m either picturing s7 or s10 aaron there’s no in between

#her tucked into that sturdy chest of his 😵‍💫🥺😭 #he’s just giving dilf overload #someone tell me to go to bed before i begin to combust and start losing it on the dash

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whenever i write i’m either picturing s7 or s10 aaron there’s no in between

#his yummiest seasons 🥰 #it’s usually s10

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— help me hold onto you • aaron hotchner

fem!reader, unprotected vaginal sex, a bit of angst.

he knew he would be in trouble whenever he turned those keys. what he wasn’t expecting was how big the trouble would be. he had no idea he would open the door to three bags full of clothes and other things he left at your place as the months passed, waiting for him.

“darling? what–what are these?” he asks even though he knows the answer, hoping you want to at least talk about it before making any harsh decisions. you’ve been in a relationship for almost a year now and it works. it always worked.

normally you wouldn’t drink before an argument, still when he gets to the kitchen he sees you calmly sipping on a tall glass of wine, fingers tapping on the table, hair up, face clean but red, you were in your pajamas already, nothing like you probably looked hours before.

“what’s the only thing i asked of you, aaron?” you don’t move, don’t glance up at him, eyes focused solely on how the purplish red liquid moved in your glass, taking a big sip right after.

aaron sighs in frustration, he didn’t want this to become a fight. he was so tired. “i know, i’m sorry–”

“answer the question, please.”

“don’t make promises i can’t keep.” he takes his tie off quickly, suddenly feeling suffocated by the fabric surrounding his neck. that’s why your relationship worked, you knew he was busy and his schedule was unpredictable, so very early on you accepted it as it was, saying you wouldn’t be mad at him as long as he didn’t break any promises. if you’re not sure, don’t promise me you will be able to make it.

first months he wouldn’t promise you anything, too afraid to break it, to disappoint you.

he watches as you take the wine in a mouthful and refills the glass, the bottle now empty and starts getting frustrated, you’re a loud drunk and you’re surely already getting tipsy.

this was the first time he slipped up, it didn’t need to be such a big deal, it didn’t avail to having his things right at the door as if he was getting kicked out. all the other times he promised he could take time off, he did it. just–teens were getting kidnapped, the team needed him.

“we saved two girls today.” low blow. but it was true, he wasn’t back in time because of that, he got on the jet instead of staying back to do that. to save two thirteen year old girls. not some futile reason. it had to count for something.

“i’m proud of you for that, aaron. are you proud of me? for the promotion we were supposed to celebrate with my boss? or are our accomplishments only worth it when it’s about saving someone?” you raise your voice only slightly, the alcohol from the sweet wine getting to you slowly and then all at once.

you always tried your best to keep your voice down when arguing with him, simply because he never raised his, and it could be an endearing feature if it didn’t look like he did it to look like the rational one, the right one.

“that’s not what i said–”

“i know what you said. you want to make the fact you let me down okay because you did a wonderful thing someplace else. that’s not how it works.” you open the second bottle of wine of the night, feeling his eyes on your back. “i want you to leave.”

“you know this is ridiculous, you’re acting like a child.” sore spot. you were a few years younger and that had never been a problem. but he couldn’t go back now, he could see the anger darkening your eyes, your knuckles turning white by the strength you’re using to grip on the edge of the table.

“how am i a child?” you begin slowly and keeping your voice down, you get up finally from the chair you had been sitting, facing him directly, his instincts make him try to touch your arms, but you dodge it quickly. “we had an agreement. you broke it. am i a child for not giving you permission to hurt me again?”

he knows you’re about to snap, your chest coming up and down in rapid breaths, and he doesn’t feel particularly in the right, he knows he screwed up and he’s sorry, but your reaction is out of proportion to him, an exaggeration made to make him feel more guilty than he already does. “i said you’re acting like a child. the one time things don’t go your way and you’re packing me out?” aaron almost feels the sharpness of a slap but he’s quick enough to grab your wrist. “see? proving my point.”

“how many times do i have to accept you screwing up so i can be seen as mature?” you yank your arm out of his grip and go back to your drink, “same times as haley? how many times did she forgive you so you could go around and do it all again?”

lower blow.

hotch feels it right in his core and he’s angry at you for bringing up but more so angry at himself because you were right. still, it is anger nonetheless that guides his next actions, quickly and firmly walking up to you, caging you against the table in sudden movements.

your breath hitches from the surprise, and your attempt to move is stopped by his roughed hands on your chin, firm but never close to hurting. “i’m not leaving.” you wince, not in fear of him, but of how easy he can make your mind go blank when he’s that close.

his eyes go from your eyes to your lips, he notices your failed attempt to conceal the way you licked your lips, he glances at your chest, heavy breathing under your thin pajama shirt, nipples hardening against the fabric.

damn you for choosing wine.

hotch reads your mind almost, but his smirk doesn’t last too long displayed on his lips, your hands pulling him by the neck, a low groan followed by a “fuck this” leaving your wine tasting lips just mere seconds before gluing to his.

eager to get your forgiveness, he is quick to follow your lead, both hands sneaking under your clothes, one down the waistband of your shorts, grabbing hard on the flesh of your ass, the other drawing soft circles on your nipple.

you melt into the kiss, his lips, his hands, his scent, him. and you have no time to feel bad about it, pulled up to sit on the table, legs around his waist, you can feel how hard he is against your wetness.

a pained whimper leaves his lips when you use the new position to grind onto him, needing something, anything against your clit at this point.

aaron sinks his teeth into your bottom lip to get your full attention, earning a loud moan in response, his hands travel your thighs and you pull his shirt out his pants so you can feel his skin under your fingertips, not bothering to unbutton them and working with what you got under it.

his lips travel your neck and your collarbone, “i love you, so, so much”. his declaration comes in between kisses and the sucking of your skin, “please don’t make me leave after this.” it comes in a whisper now, but he doesn’t stop, pushing your shorts down and sliding it down till it drops to the floor with your help.

“just shut up and take your pants off.”

“you know i can only do one of those.” it makes you laugh and you sink your nails to the bit of fat on his side, the tiniest bit of annoyance at how easy he had you in the palm of his hand and how he didn’t even seem to know it truly.

on the edge of the table sliding his hard cock into your folds was an easy feat, pants, shoes and his boxers long gone, his socks stayed on almost making him lose balance as he feels just how wet you are. he drops his head, forehead on your shoulder

“fuck—oh my god, you are so wet, you’re always so wet for me.” it isn’t arrogant, it’s appreciative almost, you move his head so you can look at him, hot, sweaty already, cheeks so red as his eyes were glassy, the mix of lust and love and regret clear in his dark caramel irises.

you kiss him once more, sweet, forgiving and he takes this as his sign to continue, pushing you down the table, hotch holds your thighs for support, plunging his cock into your wet cunt with ease, bottoming out at the first thrust. you enjoyed the stretching pain and you never had the patience to wait.

lower lips between your teeth, you slide one of your hands to your clit, two fingers working your arousal, quickly replaced by aaron’s calloused fingers. you arch your back and moan loudly, “fuck, yes, and move.”

it feels like an order and for hotch it is one, he is delighted to oblige, maintaining the same finger moves on your clit and beginning to fuck your pussy, strong, firm and precise at first.

“honey, fuck—please…” his begging is meant to warn you that if you keep clenching around him he won’t be able to control himself, you almost don’t listen, fingers working on your own nipples enjoying the high he is always able to get you in.

“aaron—i’m… fuck, don’t stop, you’re so good.”

the praising, the guidance, the reassurance, it makes the moans leaving his lips seem like whining, he enjoys it too much.

“yeah? like this?” the way your hands try to grab him is enough answer to him, along with how tight your pussy is throbbing against him, you’re almost there, he can feel it.

his movements on your clit get sloppier, the sight and sound of your wetness against his digits making him go insane. your back arches once more and your whole body begin to squirm, the tight coil in your lower belly finally ripping, “yes, fuck—“ you’re breathless, weak, but you still have it in you to edge him in, “aaron, baby, cum for me, please.”

he would be crazy to do anything but, so quickly you ask him and his hands are hoisting both your legs over his shoulders, getting a new, deeper position, it doesn’t take long for you to feel him filling you up, “i can’t live without you, you’re so, so good for me” his lasts broken words before letting himself go.

you don’t move and neither does he, his dick softening inside you, his hands caging you in the table and his head dropped to his chest, both just trying to recover.

“aaron?”

“yes, sweetheart?”

“you can stay.” he looks at you with nothing but love and happiness and gratitude, “but if you screw up again do not try fucking me into forgiving you, i’ll chop your dick off.”

“you like it too much to do that.” his grin is sincere, feeling finally free to joke around you, he gets out of you and you whine at the loss. “see?”

“bite me.”

“gladly.”

#ohhHhHhHHHHHHHHHH #!111&1!@1!1!1!$1!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #GODDDDDDDDDDD

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ngl i kinda love it ..

you know what i am gonna test out proper capitalization in tomorrow’s fic — just to see how y’all feel about it 🫶🏻

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okay i wanna see how aaron would react to reader being scared of a spider. like she sees a spider in the bathroom or something and screams and aaron runs in like “honey, what’s wrong?” and when he sees what made her scream he’s like “…y/n really? it’s smaller than your finger” or something like that !!

my hero

PLEASE that's so cute cw; fem!reader, spiders, established relationship, aaron being fluffy and lighthearted teasing <3

a shriek came from further within the apartment, followed by a desperate and distressed, "aaron!"

"honey?" abandoning his current task, aaron's feet carried him quickly down the hallway, rounding the corner towards the bathroom. the door was wide open, revealing you perched atop the closed toilet.

"what are you-" he entered, his first instinct being to look down at the ground.

"no, there."

you pointed frantically at the sink's countertop, or more specifically, the corner where the counter met the wall. there, was a small (while you'd insist otherwise) brown spider, with its legs scrambling as it attempted to climb up the smooth, slippery marble.

aaron's eyebrows quirked quizzically, before furrowing into a highly amused line. "a spider?"

"yes." you said as your gaze shot to him, eyes wide. like, hello? obviously?

a small laugh shook through aaron's chest, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes returned to your current houseguest. "and it was necessary for you to get on up-"

"just get it, aaron, please." there was a despaired strain in your voice, as if he didn't, you'd have no choice but to succumb to tears.

"i will sweetheart, don't worry." he pushed off the frame, ripping a small piece of toilet paper from the roll. with complete ease, and no hesitation, he smushed the spider, prompting a wince to come from you.

from both the spider, and simply him interacting with it.

"wait," as aaron moved closer to dispose, you sidestepped to the tub, standing on the edge. you reached out, grabbing onto his bicep to maintain your balance.

"it's dead, honey."

"and what if it jumps back to life?"

"then i'm sure it's first order of business will be to attack you." he quipped back, his tone playful.

as aaron reached down to open the toilet lid, you took that as an opportunity to clamber onto his back. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs around his waist, slipping down towards his thighs a bit without his usual, sturdy hold; you were going to stay as far away from that spider as you possibly could.

his strength didn't falter despite your unannounced action, dropping the deceased in and flushing. your cheek suddenly came flush to his, scooting your body up his back as much as you could manage, allowing you to watch it spiral down the drain.

once satisfied, and the toilet rumbling to a stop, you hopped off aaron's back, a bright smile forming on your face. "thank you." you cheesed, leaning up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. "my hero."

"you're as bad as jack. worse even." aaron teased as a smile formed on his face. he grabbed your hand to guide you from the bathroom, clicking the light off behind the two of you.

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these pictures give me young college professor hotch vibes

#i’m. sat

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hotch really went on a stand and called the defense attorney a broke manlet

#so sexy of him

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my biggest fear about writing this and not going into full depth because it goes without saying — people perceiving him as being dismissive

one of my favorite things about aaron is that he’s so effortlessly and sweetly nonchalant. this fluffy fic — reader’s embarrassed and to him, it’s not a big deal in the slightest (not in a dismissive way of course) he’s just, accepting and goes with it naturally 🥹 being his gentle compassionate self <3

#LIKE NEVER #y’all usually catch on FAST THANKFULLY #but omg does it scare me

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has anyone sent you a mutual pining + jealous! aaron request 😩 i need it, i have one idea but it’s…meh.

yes i have gotten one!!! :D (and feel free to send yours if you want!!! i'm sure it's not meh in the slightest <3)

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you know what i am gonna test out proper capitalization in tomorrow’s fic — just to see how y’all feel about it 🫶🏻

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honestly i don’t think you should switch to formal writing yk with the caps at the beginning of every sentence. i personally love the lowercase, and its all abt preference and what other readers prefer but since your the one that’s writing it, your comfortably when writing the fics should always matter first, so if you’re comfortable w that and you enjoy giving us these amazing aaron fics that i can never get enough of in lowercase, then keep on doing it!!!!

it’s tough definitely 😭 i love the casualness of it too, a ton, and a lot of you have said you find it comfy and i really don’t wanna take that away if i switch 🥺 but i don’t know, all lowercase makes me feel less of a writer?? — stupid, invalid reason i know because it’s not true but that’s kinda how it feels sometimes

hm i could always just test it out?? post a fic with proper capitalizations and see how everyone likes it??

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Yooo, i usually don’t mind but reading Aaron Hotchner and his lines in all lowercase is so weird though 😭 he gives formal/professional/proper punctation big d energy. But do whatever you prefer dear writer, we’re just happy to have all those fics from you

honestly that’s another reason why i asked!! in one of my wips i was just testing proper capitalization and it looked sooo nice in his dialogue 😭 it scratched an itch i didn’t know i had

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I prefer the proper way when reading fics because it makes them more…bookish??? if that makes any sense, but yeah, like others have said you should do you 😁

SAME i’m actually so torn 😭😭😭😭 but for now i’ll just keep doing what i’m doing — it seems to be working right 😭🫶🏻

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about your post asking abt if you should switch to proper capitalization — i think it’s up to you and what you like best for your own fics. i feel like all lowercase is more casual and if your style of writing is more casual then it’s alright to have everything lowercase. when i write i use proper capitalization because of a few different reasons

1. something about reading a published body of work in all lowercase just kinda throws me off (which i feel could possibly be a result of my ocd) so that’s to no fault of the person who wrote the fic and i know a lot of people prefer lowercase anyways

2. it’s just what i was taught in school 🤷‍♀️

3. sometimes my brain struggle to compute like what is going on and where sentences end even if there are periods and commas used. i’ve been used to being able to identify a new sentence because of the capital letter following the period.

sorry for rambling 😭 anyways.. it’s really all just personal preference. if you feel more comfortable writing in all lowercase you shouldn’t have to change it but if you really want to make the switch by your own volition then you’re allowed to.

have a good day 💗

EXACTLY!!! the school reasoning — that’s why i partly feel bad whenever i write in all lowercase 😭 like it’s not formal, not the way it’s supposed to be done, but i do like lowercase because i’ve made it part of my style, you know??? and i do find it comforting as i write as well

BUT so far the overall consensus is to just keep it as is — so if it’s not a problem i’ll continue doing that <33

#AND THANK YOU for the input i greatly appreciate it 🥹🥹🥹🥹 #katie’s inbox

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hii I don’t really have a problem with the all lowercase fic format at all, it’s such a vibe <3 (also I can read in the app very easily? If that helps? I’m likely not the demo for that post but I figured I’d share anyways❤️)

i do think it makes it very easy to read!!! 🥹 it def makes it flow a bit nice too, doesn’t it? thank you for letting me know!! <3

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quick question and would loveee some feedback — should i refrain from the all lowercase fic format and switch to more proper? or should i keep as is

#been getting some comments about it recently and i want reading to be as easy as possible for everyone #also gn i hope you all have sweet dreams <3

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yess it really does!! I often picture that with him being ‘calm’ (which isn’t the right word, compassion is better💌) and it’s one of the downright best things about him🥺🥺 just a sweet sexy man💓

right!!!🥹 he’s so unphased but in the most loving, attentive way 🥰 casual intimacy <333

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