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[i-am-dado]

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[i-am-dado]

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the irresistible urge to make a dado askblog

[gaymeatcore]

I Had a lot of fun filling in Sandcastle's template with Oxi Dado! Oxi constantly covers their whole body to hide their species, so I'm not saying wich one of these is their actual face

The free spaces are Shadow and Deadbeat with the joke one on the right being their pet wearing their glasses. I wonder if anyone can guess wich one of these is the real one.

[outoftheseine]

- AARON HOTCHNER FIC RECS 2 -

my cutie pie | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, blood. some fics have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

part one | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

the night we met | part two • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @bau-drabbles

any other world • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @greg-montgomery

you're losing me | how you get the girl • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @14buddy22

we can’t be friends (wait for your love) | part two | part three | part four • aaron hotchner x fem!rossi!reader

↳ by @cerisereids

so long, london | all my ghosts | i miss you, i am sorry • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @navia3000

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC'S

sleeping arrangements • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @boldlyvoid (pregnant!reader, comfort)

unconditional • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @ssahotchnerr (girldad!aaron, fluff)

soak it in • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @ssahotchnerr (girldad!aaron, very fluffy)

while i breathe, i hope • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @confused-pyramid (age-gap, angst, yearning, smut)

the great war • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @sprinkler-ashes (angst with happy ending)

guilty as sin • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @sprinkler-ashes (a little angst, pining, longing)

warmth • aaron hotchner x gn!reader

↳ by @strawbeerossi (fluff, mutual pining)

wound • aaron hotchner x bau!reader

↳ by @wyniepooh (flirty!reader, hurt/comfort)

if things go bad • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @luveline (home invasion, angst, comfort, tw: sa)

get a grip • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @nincompoopydoo (comfort)

coffee, black, two sugars • aaron hotchner x bau!reader

↳ by @erwinsvow (very fluffy)

something more • aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @headkiss (friends to lovers, pining, 5+1, very fluffy)

a pleasant surprise • aaron hotchner x pregnant!reader

↳ by @hotchshands (fluff)

you are losing me • aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @natashasfilms (lovers to exes to lovers, fluff angst but happy ending)

steady hand • aaron hotchner x bau!reader

↳ by @headkiss (shy!reader, fluff, yearning, 4+1)

everything has changed • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @gilmore-angel (fluff)

warm feelings • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @hardlyinteresting (fluff)

it had to be you • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @lilacwants (soo fluffy)

protector • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @elliewithcellie (slowburn, age-gap, boss/employee, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut)

overprotective • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @januaryembrs (angst, fluff)

ten’s a good number • aaron hotchner x psychiatrist!reader

↳ by @mrs-weasley-reid (enemies to lovers, angst, little fluff)

power struggle • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @hotchscoffeecup (angst, hurt/comfort, tw: sa)

dance until we’re bones • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @atlabeth (a lot of angst with hopeful ending)

tell your baby that i am your baby • aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @em-prentiss (angst)

breakup • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @hazelhearts (angst, heartbreak)

killshot, baby • aaron hotchner x doctor!fem!reader

↳ by @cupidkenji (fluff, yearning)

long time coming • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @uranometrias (angst, fluff)

the riper the fruit • aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader

↳ by @therightbeaches (hurt/comfort, fluff)

a better father • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @softtdaisy (insecurity, pregnancy complications, angst, fluff)

victim • aaron hotchner x bau!gf!reader

↳ by @finelinevogue (angst, comfort)

undercover • aaron hotchner x afab!reader

↳ by @luvvyouforever (fluff)

don’t call me kid • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @cxrrodedcoffin (angst, age-gap)

i know who you are! • aaron hotchner x reader

↳ by @cognitiveoverload (fluff)

annoyingly yours • aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader

↳ by @ssa-dado (fluff, kind of angsty)

stir crazy • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @chithereader (fluff, slightly angsty)

always come home • aaron hotchner x bau!reader

↳ by @stardusksx (fluff, angst but happy ending)

fireworks • aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader

↳ by @writtenbysprout (very fluffy, angst, pining)

daddy’s pancakes • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @thewulf (fluff)

let me hand you my love • aaron hotchner x fem!reader

↳ by @kiwriteswords (affectionate!reader, fluff)

[i-am-dado]

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[adrlore]

let them whisper: i am still the one they bow down to.

NOME: Seamus Amun Essaex II APELIDO: Seamus, O Tolo IDADE: 57 anos TRAÇOS: imprevisível, astuto, ardiloso, evasivo, resiliente, volúvel, imprudente, extrovertido, inovador

Seamus Essaex não nasceu para governar, apesar do ter sido nomeado em homenagem a um famoso antepassado. Era filho de um segundo filho, uma criança enfermiça que viera tarde demais em um casamento fracassado, o consolo da mãe e o orgulho do pai. Ninguém acreditava que ele viveria muito, visto o histórico de morte precoce de seus irmãos já falecidos, e também não havia muita importância se o faria ou não já que era o terceiro na linha de sucessão. Tinha um primo mais velho e então seu próprio pai; teve a sorte de viver, pelo menos por alguns anos, a vida tranquila de poucas expectativas e exigências. Seamus se aproveitou disso para se lançar nos estudos de história e arte, geografia e geologia. Gostava de viajar e de estudar tudo o que se movia e não se movia, de animais a pedras. E claro, sempre também os corpos quentes que esquentavam sua cama. Era um jovem inteligente e espirituoso, porém dado a ataques de raiva e doença. Seamus sumia com frequência e voltava irritado e frustrado com a própria existência. Então retornava ao modo agradável de jovem e curioso estudante. Dono de grandes coleções de livros e roupas, Seamus era tido como um espírito livre e caótico, porém carismático e esperto na medida certa. Não se importou muito quando o pai morreu, sempre mais próximo da mãe.

Um acontecimento inesperado mudou para sempre a vida de Seamus: o primo herdeiro, Sean, faleceu em um trágico acidente de cavalo. Tudo então mudou. Seamus, que jamais tivera que prestar grande atenção a etiqueta ou ao futuro, precisou ser confinado entre paredes para aprender os ofícios que acompanhavam a coroa. Mais do que isso, tinha ganhado também um noivado! Sean já tinha firmado um compromisso com uma família poderosa, de maneira que não poderia deixar escapar o precioso enlace. Isso também o irritou, mas Meritaten era bonita o suficiente pra prender sua atenção. Era facilmente cativado por um rostinho bonito, mesmo que ela não sorrisse muito. Se casar e assumir o papel de herdeiro foi um golpe difícil em seu estilo de vida, de forma que vez ou outra desaparecida e então voltava para o palácio. Certa vez retornou rebocando consigo uma outra mulher, uma khajol que assumiu como sua concubina. O concubinato era uma prática antiga dentre os nobres — não muito popular, mas existente. Seamus não se importou em confrontar os mais conservadores para manter Tiye ao seu lado. Ele a queria consigo. E conseguiu firmar-se no palácio apenas depois que seus filhos e filhas começaram a nascer, sua razão para parmanecer e dedicar-se ao futuro.

Quando o avô morreu e Seamus subiu ao trono — mal tinha alcançado seus 30 anos —, enfrentou muitos desafios. Todos os membros do conselho eram velhos e conservadores, firmes em suas cadeiras douradas e que torciam o nariz para qualquer ideia do novo imperador. Achavam que ele era jovem e inconsequente demais. A princípio tentou se conciliar com os demais, mas nenhuma de seus gestos apaziguadores deu bom resultado. Parecia inútil tentar argumentar e tentar convencê-los de qualquer coisa. Aos poucos então os membros do conselho começaram a cair. Um adoeceu e definhou até a morte. Outro mudou-se para uma área distante. Outro foi envenenado. Ninguém ousou atribuir a culpa ao imperador, claro, mas as suspeitas repousavam silenciosamente em sua imperatriz; uma mulher astuta e poderosa, ansiosa por governar ao lado do marido. Por algum tempo então Seamus governou sozinho até que algumas de suas medidas econômicas se tornaram impopulares entre nobres e aldeões, provocando reclamações e insatisfações. Sob toda a pressão, ele decidiu que precisava inspecionar e visitar as maiores cidades do Aldanrae e partiu para uma longa viagem com sua concubina. Quando retornou, a imperatriz já tinha rearranjado um novo conselho, escolhendo membros poderosos de grandes casas.

O imperador Seamus através do tempo ganhou fama de figura complexa. Às vezes governava bem, instruindo leis e medidas benéficas para a proteção do povo; por vezes causava revolta geral com comentários estúpidos e decisões repentinas. Ora sumia por meses e deixava sua esposa na regência, ora ficava doente e então se recuperava e trabalhava até a exaustão. Até hoje é uma figura controversa, porém respeitada. Sussurros o seguem para onde vá, mas ninguém nunca diz nada diretamente. O humor do imperador é sempre um mistério, assim como sua ausência ou presença.

[i-am-dado]

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[i-am-dado]

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[cutest-silly-nb]

my favorite dado gag is dado locations being named dado [thing] and [wildly different thing]

[tomhardymyking]

Every day closer to that 𝗧𝗼𝗺 is in 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝑴𝒂𝒏 4 with 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 is a reality ❤️‍🔥

The latest rumours suggest that 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙡 and 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙮 would like it to be a team-up movie, like 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍 & 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 😮 And the one most likely to be part of the duo is said to be 𝗧𝗼𝗺's 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺, given the multiversal issue and that 𝗧𝗼𝗯𝗲𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗲 and 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱 are also rumoured to appear for a greater role! If they appear, 𝗧𝗼𝗺 could do it 😏

I still say that New York in 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 has ulterior motives 👀

I am very excited because we would watch 𝗧𝗼𝗺 playing them once again 💖 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝑴𝒂𝒏 4 will be even bigger than 𝑵𝒐 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 and it was super special to me for everything it had 🥰

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Cada día más cerca de que sea una realidad que 𝗧𝗼𝗺 está en 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝑴𝒂𝒏 4 con 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 ❤️‍🔥

Los últimos rumores apuntan a que a 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙡 y 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙮 les gustaría que fuera una película de equipo, como 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍 & 𝑳𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒛𝒏𝒐 😮 Y se dice que el que tiene más probabilidades de formar parte del dúo es el 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 de 𝗧𝗼𝗺, ¡dado el tema multiversal y que se rumorea que 𝗧𝗼𝗯𝗲𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗲 y 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱 también aparecerán para un papel más importante! Si ellos aparecen, 𝗧𝗼𝗺 podría hacerlo 😏

Sigo diciendo que lo de Nueva York en 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑬𝒍 Ú𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆 tiene segundas intenciones 👀

Tengo mucha ilusión porque veríamos a 𝗧𝗼𝗺 interpretándolos una vez más 💖 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝑴𝒂𝒏 4 será un bombazo todavía mayor que 𝑵𝒐 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 y eso que fue súper especial para mí por todo lo que tuvo 🥰

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[psybrepunk]

The FO4 synths are based directly on the Nexus 6 androids from Philip K Dick's novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, which is the direct inspiration for the original 1980s Blade Runner movie.

It's VERY specifically the same, for instance in Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, these biological androids are being implanted with real peoples memories and made to replace them, they often are not aware they are androids, and the only way to truly prove one is an android is to kill it and autopsy its brain where you find.....a component. In the universe of this book, the world is also trying to function after an atomic war and cities are overrun by radioactive dust.

It is also worth noting that the main character of Blade Runner is a tan trench coat wearing snarky one liner delivering detective.

This poster is actually Bethesda being wayyyy too cheeky about the fact that half their story is blatantly stolen from a dead author. Hope this helps.

oh wow look at this super weird official illustration

what's up with that logo

febrezecandles: pretty sure that Nick Valentine ad is supposed to be a reference to Blade Runner 2049. it would make sense given the movie's release date, and the plot sharing similarities to FO4's Synth stuff

nice catch! thanks!

[artsy-book]

2024 art recap!! \^-^/

surprised at the amount of art i made this year and very proud of how lovely my art has looked this year <3333 cant wait to see what i make in 2025 and see how my art style improves and changes ^-^

(links to the artworks will be below for anyone interested :D)

January - honestly just really loved getting to play with dressing up my xisuma and evil xisuma designs hehe ^-^

Febuary - now this may be my only art post in feb. but i also loved how this turned out <3333 and i loved getting to play some with with my red panda scar and bunny mumbo ^-^

March - my first ever dtiys!! i think there are many things that i would love to go back and fiddle with and change but i think for how much i struggled with this drawing it turned out pretty alright ^-^

April - genuinly love how this pfp turned out ^-^ drew this as part of me rebranding my youtube channel to better match my current art style and i think it might be one of the cutest drawings of artsy i have done hehe

May - its my dadoes drawing!! \^-^/ seriously still super proud of how this drawing turned out, especially considering i could not find a good ref for the angle i was drawing xisuma in. so i think for as slightly wonky as the drawing is it is a real good show of my improvement ^-^ also love all the lil easter eggs and dbhc refs i put into that drawing hehe

June - i really love how my vex skizz turned out <3333 i really need to draw more skizz bc he was fun to draw hehe ^-^ also i want to do more hermit swaps in 2025 cause they are so fun :D

July - i started art fight off with a bang what can i say :) i am still so so happy that my last minute idea of writting souls in the sand in the stars turned out so well ^-^ i still have this as my lockscreen background on my phone <3333

August - i also still have this drawing as one of my backgrounds on my tablet <33333 made this for my friends birthday and i am beyond proud with how this turned out!!!

October - his drawing was very much a trust the process drawing and a lot of learning on the fly, but i think it turned out incredible! also abolutely love the costumes i drew for gem, pearl and etho so so much <3333

November - i really love how this lil drawing turned out ^-^ i think it is also one of the cutest i have drawn artsy and i also just love drawing my lil guy with my friends hehe :D also love the lil 24 i drew <333333 i need to draw my lil guy with my friends sonas more in 2025 i think hehe

December - very proud of this one a lot! for one i cranked this oout in like a day!! how i, a very slow artist, cranked this out in a day urprises me a lot. and the experiments with my mandala designs in the background were very fun and i think will greatly improve my designs in the future ^-^ and again i love all the lil easter eggs i left in the snow globe and i think this is the prettiest i have drawn sean to date :D

[ssa-dado]

Cat Equals Sign Of Integration

Aaron Hotchner x bau!fem!reader Genre: fluff, smut (implied) Summary: Aaron, ever the strategist, decides that a little wine might help soften the blow of figuring out with you how to tell the team you’re dating. A solid plan - except for one tiny flaw: wine makes him a whore. Warnings: +18, MINORS DNI Hotch is a touch starved whore, a few cuss words here and there, wine gets a bit into both of your heads. Word Count: 5k Dado's Corner: Did I hallucinate this while working on one of the many requests still on my to-do list, only to realize halfway through that it was completely derailing from the main plot - but too cute to abandon? Yes. Is this fun? You tell me (pretty please).

masterlist(s)

One of the many rules you and Aaron had in your relationship was that if you cooked for date night, he was the one doing the dishes.

His idea.

You had been opposed to it at first - not because you minded, of course. You were actually a huge fan of grown men handling household chores without whining like toddlers about how it might somehow demasculate their poor, fragile egos.

No, you were opposed because you didn’t want him doing it out of some sense of obligation.

It took you a while to accept that Aaron wasn’t doing this because he owed you - he was doing it because he wanted to.

Because that was just… Aaron.

Ever the caregiver, always looking for ways to make life easier for the people he loved. He could give you the world and still come to you like a wounded dog, begging for forgiveness because he thought he wasn’t enough.

It was infuriating - for all the deep psychological reasons you could analyze for hours, but also for a much pettier one: when it was his turn to cook, instead of letting you do the dishes like the so-called rule dictated, he just… did them anyway.

And thus, the noble Mr. Clean - brave warrior of dish duty, his arms submerged in treacherous, frothy depths - found himself utterly helpless against the sudden, most dreadful buzzing of his phone.

A cruel twist of fate, indeed!

Stranded, defenseless, bound by duty to his porcelain captors, he could do nothing but stand there, a tragic figure of great importance, cruelly denied his right to immediately bestow his undivided attention upon whatever poor soul dared summon him.

Oh, the agony! The injustice! How swiftly the mighty are humbled… by a sink full of bubbles.

That was because, logically, if even a single drop of water touched his phone, he would instantly lose all of the very important, highly classified FBI secrets stored inside. Of course, phones couldn't possibly be waterproof.

Ha, imagine?! What a concept.

“Who is it?” Aaron asked, still scrubbing at your wine glass like he was trying to erase its entire existence.

Which – by the way - was completely pointless, considering that in less than five minutes, he planned on refilling it with some more. A different wine, yes. But for God’s sake, you weren’t going to die if the last few drops of white mixed with the red.

…What a fussy man.

“Penelope,” you replied, admiring the view.

What a view, really. That man was all legs and no ass, and you were finally learning to appreciate it. 

“Ignore it,” he said, not even turning around.

Unfortunately for him - and for the HR department still blissfully unaware that their most serious, by-the-book boss was fraternizing with a subordinate - you were a profiler.

The U.S. government literally paid your bills every single month because you were exceptionally good at reading people.

And the way he answered? Yeah, that wasn’t the tone of a man casually dismissing an unimportant text. No, that was the tone of a man caught red-handed, scrambling for plausible deniability.

Embarrassed. Secretive. Suspicious. Frankly, if you didn’t already know what he was hiding, you’d be halfway to slapping cuffs on him. Wouldn’t even be the first time.

And so you read it – out loud.

Penelope Garcia, 7:56 PM:

hotch sir hotch bossman sir, i am DYING please tell me if you found out who her mystery boyfriend is i am suffering!!!!!!!! i know you know. i know it in my heart. if you can’t say it just give me a hint. a tiny one. a cryptic riddle. a blink. i will take anything.

^.ᆽ.^= ∫

By her, of course, she meant you - because despite a few months of keeping your relationship under wraps, you still hadn’t gotten around to telling the team. Your colleagues. Your friends. Your unwanted, overly nosy adopted children.

That their elusive "mystery boyfriend" was, in fact, your mutual boss.

You were going to tell them. Eventually.

Didn’t know when. But you would.

Then again, it wasn’t like you were surrounded by some of the best profilers in the country, trained to pick up on the slightest behavioral shift.

It’s not like the second two incredibly touch-starved people like you and Aaron started walking around with even a fraction of happiness, that wouldn’t immediately raise suspicions.

…Except, apparently, it hadn’t.

Because somehow, the team had only managed to land on half the conclusion: you were seeing someone.

But Aaron? Not even a blip on their radar.

It was almost impressive, really. The answer was so obvious that they had discarded it entirely, still wandering around in the dark, trying to piece together a puzzle that was sitting right in front of their faces.

Just like Penelope was doing now, so desperate for some reason that she was straight-up asking him outright - when not that long ago, she still thought twice before even making a dirty joke in his presence.

And so, you got up, walked over to Aaron, and held the phone directly under his nose. “What does this mean?”

He squinted at the screen, then at you. “Oh, honey, I don’t know. She always sends me that - I don’t understand what exactly equals the sign of integration”.

…What?

You were suddenly just as confused as he was.

He blinked at you, eyes wide, eyebrows raised in that utterly sincere, slightly bewildered way of his. “That sign before it,” he said, completely lost. “It looks Chinese. Thought you knew Chinese, sweetheart.”

…What?

Oh, for the love of God.

If this man hadn’t already seen the absolute worst horrors the world had to offer, you would fight for his innocence with your nails, your teeth, and - if absolutely necessary - one of the worst shooting records ever logged in the Bureau.

You looked at the screen again.

^.ᆽ.^= ∫

Oh.

Oh, that’s what had confused him.

“Aaron,” you said gently, doing your absolute best not to kiss him right then and there, “that is a cat.”

You sighed, then pointed at the message again. “By the way, the ‘sign’ in the middle is in Korean, not Chinese.”

He looked at the screen again - then back at you. “…Cat equals sign of integration?”

“No, honey,” you said, barely suppressing your smile, tapping the little text emoji. “It’s just a cat.”

He studied it for another second. “Oh.”

There. That did it. You gave in. Leaned in and pressed a loud smooch to his cheek.

At least your dignity was still intact - he had no idea why you’d done it, just assumed it was one of those spontaneous bursts of affection that came with being hopelessly in love.

Honeymoon phase truly did work wonders.

“Do you think I can have the cat too?” he asked, grabbing the bottle of red and a corkscrew.

That was a trap.

Because Aaron Hotchner still signed every single text he sent.

And while it wasn’t an issue when he was sending something standard -

Lawyer, 6:17 PM:

They found a new body, we’re gathering at the precinct in 30.

A.H.

- it became a lot more unsettling when he sent the filthiest, most depraved things you’d ever read, only to end them with that stiff little A.H. like he was dictating official Bureau correspondence.

Lawyer, 11:51 PM:

Sweetheart, if only these stupid walls weren’t so thin, I’d have you right here with me, bent over, face pressed against this mattress, making you come so many times you’d forget your own name. At least three. Maybe four, if I’m feeling generous.

A.H.

So now, standing in his kitchen, watching him pour wine like he hadn’t just permanently scarred you with his painfully bureaucratic approach to sexting, you knew that if you admitted he could simply copy-paste that ‘cat equals integration sign,’ it would only be a matter of time before you were subjected to something truly traumatizing, like -

Lawyer, very-late-office-hour PM:

It’s your fault I’m getting distracted with the paperwork, because I’m still thinking about how good you tasted last night while sitting on my face. God, I can still feel your thighs shaking, you were so sweet for me, honey, so fucking perfect.

P.S. How many reports do you still have left? Because I’ve been thinking about having you on my tongue again before the night is over. I think I’ve got about an hour or so left but then I’m all yours.

^.ᆽ.^= ∫

A.H.

Yeah. No. Absolutely not.

That man could not be trusted with the cat.

“Oh, honey,” you cooed, pressing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades as your fingers brushed over his back. “I don’t think you can get it. She must have programmed it herself into her phone.”

You truly hoped you were as convincing as he was clueless about text etiquette.

“It’s a pity,” he sighed, both of your wine glasses in hand as he made his way to the couch. “I would have loved to send you the cat.”

…Of course he would. Smug ass.

But as the words left his mouth, something shifted in him - just barely. A pause that didn’t usually belong there... weird.

Still, you followed, watching as he settled in, patting the cushion beside him with a half-smile. “Come here, sweetheart.”

A misleading gesture, considering his legs were very much spread - a much clearer invitation. At least, that’s how you chose to interpret it.

Because you could swear - those legs spoke to you. Called to you. So you slid right into your rightful seat - his lap.

…Would have been rude not to answer.

“Back to Garcia,” he said, resting a hand on your thigh as he handed you your painstakingly polished wine glass - so clean, so immaculately spotless, that the red wine inside looked redder than red. A real masterpiece, Mr. Clean. “She doesn’t seem to be letting up about finding out who you’re dating… This is the fourth message this week.”

You raised a brow, taking a sip of your wine. “Well, she’s second only to you when it comes to being nosy about gossip.”

Aaron exhaled, shaking his head, that same small half-smile back on his lips.

That particular smile.

The one he used when he was trying to convince someone he was fine when, in reality, he was not - when he was trying to reassure everyone else while simultaneously refusing to admit, even to himself, that something was eating him alive.

Oh, now you knew what this was about.

He had definitely practiced this conversation in his head - refined it down to the perfect phrasing. Measured. Logical. Reassuring.

A version so well-rehearsed, so carefully constructed, that he’d convinced himself first before trying to convince you - that this didn’t scare him.

That this was just another rational step forward.

That it was fine.

Because if he could make it sound easy, maybe it would be.

Maybe it would give you something solid to lean on, because the last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you were standing on shaky ground with someone just as fractured as he was.

But in the end, even the best-laid words couldn’t withstand the weight of his emotions - whether he liked it or not, even rocks are meant to erode.

“I think it’s time we come clean to the team,” he admitted, completely veering off-script - though, of course, he still made sure to soften the blow with a kiss to your temple.

Not that it made much difference. You both knew this moment was inevitable, but somehow, you’d managed to delude yourselves into thinking that if you just kept putting it off, the perfect time would miraculously appear.

At first, you’d delayed it until things were official.

Then, because you needed to be sure this could work in the long run.

Then, because you wanted time to just enjoy each other.

Truthfully? If it were entirely up to the two of you, you’d probably keep postponing it indefinitely - at least until the day you were both retired, far away from any fraternization rules or painfully awkward team dynamics.

Unless, of course, your eyes had been deceiving you all along, or life decided to be cruel and rip this happiness away from you before you ever even got the chance. All you could do was hope not.

Aaron sighed, watching you carefully. “So, how do you want to do this?”

At least he could take comfort in the fact that his very specific plan of having wine while discussing this was still intact - especially since the very large sip you took the second he asked hadn’t gone unnoticed.

He huffed a laugh.

Yeah.

This was going to be fun.

“Are we sure we have to?” You groaned, tilting your head back against his shoulder.

“I’m afraid so, sweetheart. It’s the only way to keep them from getting the satisfaction of figuring it out first and do this our way…”

It was his turn to take a long sip now… he surely wasn’t thrilled about the lack of an actual game plan.

“…Still need to figure out what exactly we mean by ‘our way,’” he admitted. “But, you know… that’s what these are for.”

He tapped a finger against his temple, then against yours, clearly implying that your very skilled, highly trained profiler brains would surely work this out.

You, however, were placing your bets on your problem-solving skills drastically improving after a few more glasses of wine, because right now?

“We are so fucked,” you commented.

Aaron clinked his glass against yours, deadpan. “Completely.”

You both took long, slow sips of wine like it might somehow provide divine intervention.

It didn’t. You were indeed left pretty much alone in this.

You sighed, setting your glass down on the coffee table. “Well, you definitely have the face of someone who already has a plan...” You reached up, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “...a very handsome face.”

Cheesy. But deserved.

Aaron chuckled. “I believe…” He kissed you on the cheek – twice - before setting his own glass down too. “…We should tell them directly. Get ahead of it. Lay it out as matter-of-factly as possible.”

“Matter-of-factly?”

He nodded, all serious, like he hadn’t just suggested the worst possible approach.

“Sweetheart…” You pinched his cheek, making him scrunch his nose, hoping – more like praying - that it would snap him out of whatever fantasy land of logic, reason, and good intentions he was apparently living in.

“If we tell them directly, Penelope will throw an actual partypersonally design matching t-shirts, and have the entire team wear them.” You paused, leveling him with a look. “And you know it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I know.”

“Emily and Derek will immediately start making jokes like two middle schoolers who just learned what sex is and will not let us breathe.”

“I know.”

“JJ will be quiet but then ask all of a sudden, ‘So when’s the wedding?’ which will restart the chaos all over again.”

“I know.”

You turned to face him, deadly serious. “Spencer-”

“-Will hit us with a full statistical analysis of workplace relationships,” Aaron finished, exhaling sharply, already bracing himself.

Because there was only one team member left to account for - the worst of them all.

“And… oh God… Dave…”

And with that horrifying realization, he did the only logical thing a man in his position could do - he face-planted directly into your chest with a dramatic, muffled groan of pure defeat.

You blinked down at him, amused. “Honey…”

Why was he even so touch starved like that?

“All I ask,” came his muffled voice, still very much nestled between your breasts, “is five minutes of peace.”

You snorted. “You do realize this isn’t exactly discouraging me from making fun of you, right?”

He sighed again. “You do realize that if you keep laughing, you’re just shoving them further into my face?”

…Damn him and his irritating ability to state the obvious.

You sighed, fingers absentmindedly combing through his short spikes of hair. “…So we’re back to square one.”

Aaron exhaled, still very much face-first in his chosen safe haven. “Unfortunately.”

You hummed, “Okay, hypothetically, if we just… never tell them, how long do you think we could get away with it?”

That was so absurd that it actually made him lift his head. He blinked at you, utterly offended by the suggestion.

“I am not spending the next decade pretending I don’t stare at your ass every time you walk away.”

…Alright. That was definitely the wine talking.

In vino veritas, as the Romans said. Wine makes people say dumb shit: the truth.

“Wow. Didn’t know you were a poet, Hotchner.”

His lips twitched. “Don’t pretend you’re above it, because I catch you every time you drift off during briefings just to stare right at-”

“Alright, alright,” you cut him off, slapping a hand over his mouth before he could fully call you out... he was not happy about it. “We’re both shameless…"

You needed an exit strategy. Fast.

You reached for his wine glass over the coffee table. “Well, at least the bright side of telling them is that we won’t have to schedule our coffee breaks in advance anymore and pretend to look surprised when we see each other.”

And all of that was just for one single moment.

The fleeting brush of fingertips as you handed him the cup you always poured for him.

The way his hand was always warmer than yours, despite the fact that you were the one holding the scalding mug, as if basic thermodynamics simply did not apply to Aaron Hotchner.

And if it was one of those days, sometimes, there’d be a little extra something.

A longer touch.

Eye contact that lingered just a second too long.

A slow sip from his cup while still holding your gaze, and suddenly, it felt indecent - like something you definitely shouldn’t be doing in broad daylight, let alone in a federal building.

And now - here, in the comfort of his apartment, with nothing and no one to stop you - he reached for the wine glass you were offering, except… he wasn’t actually reaching for the glass.

He was just holding your hand.

Aaron chuckled, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your knuckles. “I think we’re holding onto this touch just a little too long,” he murmured, nuzzling into you, his breath warm against your ear. “Might start looking suspicious.”

Didn’t he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Oh, also some-” you started, or at least tried to, because as if everything else wasn’t enough, now he was kissing just behind your ear, his lips just brushing the sensitive skin there, warm, and slow, and wet and… God…

Okay. Okay.

Maybe it was the wine.

Maybe it was the fact that you were always kind of a little bit obsessed with him.

Either way, the result was the same: you really, really wanted him right now.

You sighed, tilting your head to grant him a little more access - but not too much, or you might actually end up using the full length of his three-seater couch instead of stubbornly remaining curled up in the same cramped two-foot space you’d unofficially claimed as your own. Ergo - going horizontal with him instead of just being seated on his lap.

“I thought we were having a serious discussion,” you murmured, though the breathy edge to your voice wasn’t exactly helping your case.

Aaron hummed in response, slowly dragging his lips from behind your ear down along the curve of your jaw, pressing a kiss at the hinge. “We are.” Another kiss. “What were you starting to say, sweetheart?”

And another one.

You tried to think. Really, you did.

But it was getting increasingly difficult with his mouth still very much on your skin, moving towards places that were making it exponentially harder to form coherent thoughts.

You would’ve made a mental note to never wear anything that resembled a tank top around him again, if only you had the actual brain capacity to form any notes right now.

“Aaron-”

Aaron smirked against your skin. “You were saying?”

…Blank. Absolutely blank.

Your brain stalled for a solid three seconds before mercifully rebooting.

“I-” You licked your lips, cleared your throat. “Penelope.”

That, thankfully, was enough of a keyword to get him to back off - though, the second he did, you already desperately missed the warmth of his mouth on your skin.

He tilted his head, “Penelope?”

You swallowed. “She’s… gonna be beaming.”

Aaron blinked at you. “Beaming.”

“Yeah.” You smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, because God, he was too cute when he was confused like this. “Her and Kevin have been desperate for another couple to go out with. Ever since JJ and Will stopped leaving the house because they’re too busy baby-proofing every square inch of their lives.”

Aaron’s brows furrowed slightly. “And by ‘go out with,’ you mean double dates.”

You hummed, fingers grazing his cheek. “Mmm. Yeah. Double dates.”

Aaron didn’t even hesitate. “Oh, absolutely not.”

You blinked, pulling back slightly. “Wait, what?”

His face was resolute. “I’m not doing double dates.”

You squinted at him. “Okay, but why?”

And that’s how you learned that if there was one thing your boyfriend hated - more than messy paperwork, more than delayed flights, more than the Bureau’s budgeting meetings - it was double dates.

Not specifically with Penelope and Kevin. God, no. He was practically the puppet master of their relationship in the first place. Just… double dates in general.

“They’re impractical,” he said.

You snorted. “What do you mean?”

Aaron sighed. “They are a waste of time. You sit there, and for the first fifteen minutes, it’s fine. The usual small talk, polite conversation…”

You nodded, barely biting back a grin. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

Honestly, this just sounded like some classic Aaron Hotchner being the most adorable introvert to ever exist.

He shot you a look, deadly serious. “It’s a trap.” You nearly cooed. Adorable. “Because at some point, you end up talking one-on-one with someone from the other couple. And right when the conversation is actually getting interesting-”

He suddenly paused.

His hand started at your shoulder, innocent enough - until it wasn’t, until it drifted lower, fingertips skimming down until they found your thigh, before sliding inward, squeezing your soft flesh there.

“See?” Aaron murmured, voice deceptively casual. “It starts off innocently. A hand on the shoulder…”He angled his fingers just a notch further up your upper thigh. “…Then the thigh. Then-”

He leaned in, kissing you just at the corner of your mouth.

"A little kiss here," he murmured, lips barely brushing your skin.

Then another - softer, lingering just at the very edge of your lips.

"A little peck there."

Okay.

Ahem.

For a man who hated double dates, he was making a very strong case for them.

This was clearly foreplay.

Had to be foreplay.

You chose to interpret it as foreplay.

So, naturally, just as you were about to pull him in properly - to finally taste the wine on his lips – he pulled back.

Mixed signals whore.

“And then,” he continued, and you swore his voice had gotten even lower - sluttier, if you were being honest - "it escalates.”

...Wine-induced yapper. "Because one couple decides a little peck isn’t enough, so they turn and start devouring each other’s faces… in public.”

The wine that was in your system, instead, suggested you should have him biblically, right here, right now, on his couch.

“Care to demonstrate this part too?” You licked your lips, tilting your head.

Aaron sighed “Honey.” You knew you were in trouble the moment he smirked. “You’re demonstrating my point…”

Your stomach dropped.

“…You want more.” Aaron tutted, shaking his head, feigning disappointment. “Of course you want more. A chaste kiss isn’t enough. How could it be, sweetheart?”

Hell yes you wanted more.

Badly.

You might have even nodded without meaning to.

“But imagine if this was happening in public. In front of two other people. What about them?” he murmured, tilting his head, voice dropping into something dark, silky, dangerous. “In front of two other people.”

You swallowed, very much not thinking about them right now.

“Because at that point, they only have two choices: they either sit there - third-wheeling, watching - or…” His hand slid beneath your shirt, fingers splaying wide over your bare waist, gripping, pulling you that much closer. "… they start doing it too."

Your breath hitched. “Aaron-”

"With just a kiss, it creates an environment," he murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear, "where both couples get competitive. Where they start copying each other - but making it more…"

He dragged his nose along the curve of your jaw, the ghost of his lips tracing just behind it. "Passionate."

A teeth-grazing kiss against your pulse.

A slow drag of his lips down the column of your throat, before he made his way back up, tilting your chin up with his fingers just so, forcing you to look at him.

And God, that look.

"More tongue," he continued, letting you see it first - his own darting out, wetting his lips just before he brushed them over yours.

Not kissing.

Not yet.

“More biting.” Aaron caught your lower lip between his teeth, pulling just enough to confirm what you already knew -

He tasted like red wine.

Rich. Dark. Addictive.

And so did you.

“More touching.” His hand drifted, fingertips just skimming over your ribs, teasing along the underside of your breast - so close, so close, before he let it trail lower again, just as his lips ghosted over your ear.

"More sounds."

You barely bit back the breathy, desperate little moan clawing its way up your throat because -

Aaron shoved you off his lap.

In one fluid motion, he shifted, pressing you back into the couch, caging you in beneath him, his arms bracketing either side of your head.

His knee slotted between your thighs, pressing up just slightly - just enough to make you gasp, make your hips twitch without thinking.

You were pretty sure now that this was, in fact, foreplay.

“At that point,” he murmured, lowering himself, pressing his body against yours, pinning you down with nothing but his weight, “if you’re already getting ideas…”

Aaron rolled his hips against you, his knee shifting just enough to have you sucking in a sharp breath. “…it’s better off just staying home. Because at least then,” he whispered, “we can do this.”

And then he kissed you. Properly.

Deep and hungry, pressing you down into the cushions until you moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer as one of his hands slipped under your shirt.

“You-” you swallowed, trying to find words, but he stole them from you, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw. “You expect me to believe this is why you hate double dates?”

“I expect you to understand,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of your neck, “that if I ever go on one…” he nipped at your pulse, making you gasp. “…I’ll be thinking about this the entire time.”

Then - click.

The sound of the button of your pants being undone, followed shortly by the hiss of your zipper. You felt the warmth of his fingertips slipping beneath the waistband of your pants, resting over your hip bone.

Well, fuck.

“You’ll be sitting across from me,” he continued, voice so unfairly composed, so infuriatingly smooth, “pretending to listen to whatever they’re taking about.”

He tilted his head, kissing along your collarbone, then much lower. You made a mental note to always wear anything resembling a tank top in his presence from now on.

“And the entire time…” his fingers dipped just slightly beneath the elastic of your underwear.

You shuddered. “Aaron.”

He hummed, pleased - so deeply pleased - before finally sliding lower, his fingers finally brushing right where you needed him most.

You whimpered.

“I’ll be remembering,” he murmured, “exactly how you sound right now.”

Your back arched into his touch, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting into muscle as his fingers moved.

“And how you look,” he added, his lips brushing the curve of your breast, “when you fall apart for me.”

Your breath hitched-

And then.

Then-

He stopped.

Just - stopped.

His hands left you completely as he leaned back, settling onto his knees above you, looking far too pleased with himself.

You gaped at him, betrayed. “Are you kidding me?”

Aaron just smirked, gaze flicking over you, taking in your flushed cheeks, your uneven breathing, the way your body was still desperately aching for him.

“See?” he shrugged, voice so damn smug. “This is why I hate double dates.”

How funny would it be if these ended up being his last words?

You huffed, adjusting yourself on the couch, crossing your arms like you weren’t still ridiculously turned on and very annoyed about it. “Alright, you know what? Fine. No need to suffer through a double date if we just… conveniently wait to tell the team about us until after JJ and Will start going back out with Penelope and Kevin.”

Aaron smirked.

At least you’d both come to an agreement - the exact same procrastination tactic you’d been using, just with a new and improved excuse attached.

“…Smart girl.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t patronize me.”

“I wouldn’t dare, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes, still breathing heavily, still so deeply unsatisfied, as Aaron pressed a kiss to your temple, then stood, stretching his arms.

“I’ll clean the wine glasses,” he mused, already heading toward the kitchen. “And then I’ll be back to you.”

You stared at him.

He paused, glancing at you over his shoulder, smirking.

You huffed, sarcastic, “glad we could work this out.”

You were not glad. Not at all. Especially because not even a full minute later, your phone buzzed with a text.

From him.

From Mr. Clean himself, who was currently just a couple rooms away from you.

Lawyer, 8:43 PM:

Sweetheart, I hope you're ready, because I’m going to spread you out on that couch and fuck you so deep, you’ll still feel me when you sit at your desk tomorrow.

^.ᆽ.^= ∫

A.H.

"Garcia just told me how to get the cat," came his voice from the kitchen - so damn smug you could hear the smirk in it, followed the sound of his footsteps getting closer.

Before you could turn, before you could say anything, he was there - leaning in from behind the couch, arms sliding around you, caging you in, whispering into your ear -

"It was just a simple copy-paste."

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Anon rebelde.

Una lectura apasionante la lectura de la crónica de la aparición de Cait en Highlanders.

Lo primero mis más sinceras felicitaciones a las dos asistentes a la con y a ti por la magnífica cobertura de un evento que había despertado mucha expectación, ya sabes, Tony y Sam en segundo plano y en que terminos saldrán en la conversacion. Debo decir que Cait no me ha defraudado, cariñosa con sus fans, parece que disfrutando después de tantos años ausente y con ese despiste crónico que padece cuando tiene que poner en un contexto conjunto las tres palabras mágicas, Tony, marido y Sam. Sigo pensando que tienen a la vista el final del túnel y eso hace que relajen un poco los nervios, por eso la necesidad de la guardia pretoriana cerca para evitar esos deslices freudianos de confundir a sus maridos cuando Cait siempre ha tenido muy claro públicamente, recuerda ese clip de promoción de OL donde Cait , con un seco telewife, contestó a Sam cuando se dirigió a ella como su esposa.

Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,

Solo tengo el dudoso mérito de atravesar todos los abucheos, arrullos y entusiasmo meretricio (¡vaya!) de sus mejores fans, en un intento de comprender qué diablos pasó en Birmingham. Fue lo más cerca que estuve de la experiencia real y fue consternada, en serio. Dicho esto, creo que las mamás de S pueden verse y sonar mucho peor en París, y lo harán, si él se va. Sin nuestras chicas, no hay dados: el mérito es exclusivamente de ellas, de su valentía y su generosidad. Solo soy el escriba y el comentarista lateral. Pero esto es lo que me escribiste en español:

'What a fascinating read, that chronicle of Cait's appearance in Highlanders.

First of all, my most sincere congratulations to the two attendees at the con and to you for the magnificent coverage of an event that had aroused a lot of expectations. You know, Tony and Sam in the background and in what terms would they feature in that conversation. I must say that Cait has not disappointed me, affectionate with her fans, seems to be enjoying herself after so many years away and with that chronic lack of attention she suffers when she has to put together those three magic words: 'Tony', 'husband' and 'Sam'. I still think that they have the end of the tunnel in sight and that makes them relax their nerves a little, hence the need for the Praetorian Guard nearby to avoid those Freudian slips confusing her husbands. Yet Cait has always been very clear publicly, remember that OL promo clip where Cait, when she answered Sam with a dry telewife, when he addressed her as his wife'.'

Thank you so much for the kind words - as I said, I have very little merit in all of this and very few things to add. They paid for those tickets, took that plane, went there, stayed in line, patiently listened to all the bullshit, etc. I just transcribed and tried to bring some context, that is all.

I am still baffled by Steve Himber's cheap circus. I could understand the logic of his presence there, in theory. But I am constantly nagged by a very honest question: do all celebs have this kind of Petulant Pitbull at their side, while meeting their fans?

This is where my complete lack of experience as far as fandoms go is showing with trooping colors, Anon Rebelde. Something is definitely not normal, there. Fire that dick.

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I need to ship some experimental samples of 610 in pill form to a pharmacy and you were the first one on the list, so…

dado is happy to hear that they are number one on ur list as dado is finest pill man as they got bitten by a radioactive pill bug. dado thank u for choosing dado.

dado will have to head to rush-ahhhhh to collect the sample to put into the pill for u but then dado will ship to pharmacy of ur choice when order is done, very fast shipping because of amazon prime.

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✧*̥˚ aaron hotchner fic recs part 4 *̥˚✧

a/n: yes, i am mentally ill! how did you guess?

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part 1 I part 2 I part 3 I part 4 I my criminal minds masterlist

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i can't stand you by @juniperskye

headcanons by @ashlinxsloves

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obsessed hotch by @hotchnerwrites

drivin' on 9 by @luvvyouforever ✨

winning over the kids by @kiwriteswords

sweet beginnings by -//-

something to be thankful for by -//-

nerdy reader by @ddejavvu

play it cool by @chithereader

stir crazy by -//- ✨

boo by @thebeast-dennis-etcetera

sleep snuggler by @brynnwrites

opening night by @hoe4hotchner

three stages of truth - sos by @ssa-dado

dad i'd like to by @starrysoiree

only one by @angellsell

a bunch of cuties in love by @lavenderspence

protective hotch by @headkiss

unconditional by @moowmoon-deactivated20241201

kiss her, you fool by @honeypiehotchner

for a long-last friendship by @mdanon027

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to the end of the earth by @kiwriteswords

it's a wonderful life by -//- ✨

softly, slowly by @mariasont

drifting apart by @cmtwimagines

change your mind by @luveline ✨

the wedding photos by -//-

always come home by @stardusksx

the right person by @ddejavvu

unexplained sadness by @lavenderspence

a/n: if you want you fic removed, dm me! also, quick shoutout to @kiwriteswords for literally carrying the aaron hotchner fics! how she whips up these amazing fics in like no time i will never understand, i am however forever garteful.

peace out!