#stepdad!aaron hotchner x reader

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

stepdad! hotch punishing the reader for coming home late at night. (maybe she's wearing something skimpy and has hickeys on her neck) 🤭

you're amazing btw!! your stories make me feral 😩

Jealousy

Warnings: stepdad!hotch, jealous/possessive!hotch, mentions of r having a fwb relationship, mentions of masturbation (not described), mentions of sex (not described), language, one could say this is more angsty than my other fics, let me know if I missed anything!

Pairing: Stepdad!hotch x fem!reader

Word count: 1k

A/n: This is a fantastic idea!  Thank you for sending it in and for your compliment 🥹 I am glad my stories can do that ;) There is no real smut in this but because of the pairing and slight mentions of sex this is NSFW. I am open to writing a part 2 of this one!

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Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

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This fic is NSFW minors DNI*

“Where have you been?” is the first thing you hear when you walk in the door.  You thought that maybe, just maybe Aaron would have gone to sleep instead of waiting up for you.  You thought that you would be able to sneak in and go unnoticed.  He would have to leave for work before you would be up and you would be able to avoid him confronting you.  No such luck.  

You let out a sigh and your head falls back dramatically.  “Nowhere important.  I just went out with a friend.” It’s not necessarily a lie.  The guy you were with is a friend, but there may be some occasional benefits too.  It was just a drink and a quick fuck.  It didn’t really mean anything.  It was just a way to release some stress that you’ve been feeling lately and accidentally create more stress for your stepdad.  

The dishevelled sight of you in front of him is something he absolutely hates.  The messy hair, the smudged lipstick, the already too-short dress that was pulled back down after your encounter but not quite all the way as it still rides up your thighs more than it normally would, and the marks on your neck are enough to have a slight wave of anger flooding through him.  He only wants to see that if he is the one that caused it.  But to see another guy’s work?  It pisses him off.  You’re his, or at least he wants you to be.  The two of you haven’t actually gone that far yet, but you both know that it is only a matter of time before you do.

“A friend?  One that you got all dressed up for and left all of those hickeys on your neck?” Aaron speaks coldly with a clear hint of suspicion and doubt as he crosses his arms over his chest.  Part of you is a tad embarrassed to be in this situation right now, but the other part of you that loves to be bratty and push his buttons from time to time is winning that conflict inside of you right now.  

“Yeah, maybe.  It’s not any of your business, Aaron.  I wanted to have a night out and have a little fun, what’s so bad about that?” You mirror him, crossing your arms in the same way that he is.  Your attitude has Aaron clenching his jaw.  That jaw that you would give just about anything to kiss and nibble on.  

He takes a few steps closer to you and his head tilts slightly in that way that for some reason always distracts you.  He hesitates and stands there just looking at you with a glare that you swear is sharp enough to pierce right through you and the door behind you.  When Aaron finally answers you his voice comes out low and dark.  “Because I don’t like it and I don’t think you should be seeing him.” He made it sound like something he was declaring.  Like it’s his choice and he gets the final say on the matter.  

This is ridiculous.  He thinks he can tell you who you can go out to see?  

“Then what would you suggest, Aaron?  Who am I allowed to see?” That bratty tone comes out again and he has to take a deep breath in so that he doesn’t snap.  Everything inside of him wants to push you up against that door behind you and tell you who you really belong to, to fuck you silly until you forget about everyone except for him.  He wants to tell you that he knows you’re always thinking of him when you are taking care of your needs whether you’re doing so with the help of another person or if it’s by yourself.  He wants to say that you can’t see anyone but him.  He holds back.  He wants to give in more than he could express, but he still manages to stop himself from acting on all of those thoughts.

You wish he would say and do all of those things.  You would love nothing more than to let Aaron absolutely ruin you however he sees fit.  You know he wants to and you’ve tried to push him over that edge, but he has way more self-control than you had originally thought he did.  That doesn’t mean that you haven’t watched it slowly crumble over time though.  You know it won’t take much more to finally break him down completely and when you do, you know that he is going to break you.  Especially with how long all of these feelings and emotions have been building up.  The tension between the two of you is palpable at all times when you’re around each other.  

To your surprise he chooses to back down this time.  He steps back closer to where he was before and looks down at the floor with a slight huff.  He’s jealous, but he’s containing it.  For now.

“Just…go to bed.  I”ll see you after work tomorrow.” He grumbles and walks away.  He goes to get a drink and sits quietly in his office, thinking about you and how he could treat you better than whatever ‘friend’ you saw tonight.  He wants to be the one you go to for a good time.  He wants to teach you a lesson and claim you as his.  He wants to tell you that no one else can do those things you both dream of him doing to you.  But for now Aaron has decided that it’s not quite the right time.  

You watch him get his drink and close the door of his office behind him before you go to your room.  You had hoped that he would snap tonight and make you unable to walk the next day, but your luck was against you yet again.  It made you feel a little disappointed and your heart sank just slightly.  But there was one thing that really stuck in your mind as you walked away.

Jealousy looks good on him. 

[ddejavvu]

let's chat tonight! i've worked myself sick so on my bedrest I'm in the mood to get all cozy in bed and talk about my favorite boyfriends right now. please send me:

james potter x reader

sirius black x reader

dbf!hugh jackman x reader

dbf!aaron hotchner x reader

stepdad!hotch x reader

you can either send me your personal headcanons/snippets of writing that i'll add onto, or you can request something short from me for one of those people. i'd prefer if you kept them more soft than mean but whatever strikes your fancy i'd love to see. thank you for keeping me company while i'm sick !

[lightvixxen]

Im sooo thinking stepdad!hotch thots rn SPECIFICALLYYY imagine reader (18+ ofc) gets caught shoplifting, of course while she’s waiting to be questioned n shit she pulls out the “do you have any idea who my stepdad is!” Card, hoping that would let her off the hook.

But of course, he gets called to come pick her up, and before they leave Hotch is like “don’t worry! I’ll make sure you definitely don’t see her again” and when you get home Aaron is slamming you against the wall and telling you off before he drags you to the couch and bends you over his knee!!

[inkdrinkerworld]

night shift

pairing: stepdad!hotch x fem!reader

wc: 1.6k

cw: smut, p in v penetration, oral [fem!receivng], missionary, soft sex, daddy kink, overstimulation, creampie, fluffy ending, mdni, 18+ ONLY

Aaron sighs as he steps into the house, grateful for the darkness and the quiet. 

It had been a couple hours since he’d had that unmistakable quiet that came with the hour he’d gotten in- but he loved it. 

He needed it to think and get his work out of his mind. 

He also needed to get his new wife off his mind. 

They’d been having little tiffs that had been grating on him, and though she knew he’d be back today she had opted instead for a girl’s trip to some random state. 

Aaron couldn’t really care less about that though.

You were home and that made being home, even at the hour that much sweeter. 

He should stay out of your room, should wait till the morning to spend the day making up for lost time, but he’s really missed your sweet toffee and vanilla scent and your warm arms. 

After the fastest shower known to man, he pushes at your bedroom door, finding the tv on and the light illuminating your sleeping figure on the bed. 

You’ve got what he thinks is ‘Dead Poets Society’ on and it’s still about twenty minutes in. 

That doesn’t steal his attention though. As usual, you do. 

Your hair is all splayed out on your pillows, your floral patterned duvet covering the lower half of your body, but from the exposed portion, Aaron makes out his old Harvard hoodie and smiles. 

“Precious girl,” he murmurs, shutting your door behind him and taking off the tv before slipping in beside you. 

You turn and groan as your body comes into contact with his- warm and soft with hard and cool. 

He hears your breathing pick up and your eyes blink open tiredly. 

“S’just me sweetheart,” he coos, stroking the back of your neck to lull you back to sleep. 

It doesn’t exactly work, you get your bearings and your eyes peel open and the smile that takes over your face has Aaron heating up. 

“You’re home,” the smile makes it into your voice and Aaron can’t help but feel love explode all through his chest. 

“Yeah baby,” he kisses your forehead just as you hook your knee to his narrow hip.

It’s then, as you press further into Aaron that he feels the bare touch of your thighs and his hands follow the natural curve of your skin and groans when he touches your bare cunt. 

“Were you expecting action tonight, princess?” he tilts your chin upwards so you can’t hide your sleepy eyes or your faux coy smile. 

“Maybe,” Aaron feels the need rumble deep in his chest and shakes his head when you lean up to pepper kisses to his stubble. 

“Fucking vixen.” he curses, claiming your lips. 

Aaron kisses resemble him in every way. It commands you, and consumes you. It’s tentative at first and then his tongue prods into your mouth and licks at your own and it’s like he steals your warmth. His lips suck yours into his mouth, swallowing your moan as he pulls your hips into his. 

“Aaron,” you whine, his lips leaving yours to suck at the exposed column of your neck.

He only hums, nipping and biting at the tender skin on your neck. He pulls away and assesses the bruises, and when he’s satisfied he moves onto another plot of your skin. 

“Aaron please,” your hips are rocking on their own now, and he sits up, pulling you with him as he changes positions and lays you flat on your back. 

“Please what?” you really shouldn’t have started with begging. Aaron likes it far more than you do, and he likes making you do it. 

Your answer is interrupted with him thrusting his clothed hips into yours, a moan ripping past your lips as he ensures that he brushes your wet cunt with his growing bulge. 

“Please don’t tease,” he kisses you again, and this time it’s all wet. Tongue and teeth clashing before he pulls away and moves southard. 

“God baby,” he coos, fingers spreading your cunt open so that he sees even more of your slick gushing out. “You’ve been needing me haven’t you?”

It’s mind numbing the way he uses words to make your mind melt and shut off. He just says a couple nasty facts and your brain short circuits with zero intention of trying to work after that. 

The worst part, other than your brain working against you, is that Aaron knows exactly what he does when he uses crass words like that, and he maintains the use of them just to rile you up even more. 

His thumb brushes at your weeping hole, a smirk pulling on his lips as your hips buck into his light touch. 

“I asked you a question, princess.” 

Aaron should at least give you a fighting chance to respond, but he doesn’t. His mouth is sucking at your clit almost immediately after he speaks, and your whines are breathy and high as your hands reach for his hair. 

A broken, “Yes,” manages to escape you and after that, it’s the only coherent thing to leave your mouth. 

Aaron’s fingers slip into your cunt, and he groans at how tight you feel, the vibrations messing with your mind as they cause more pleasure to flow through you. 

You don’t see it entirely, but Aaron’s free hand reaches for his cock, stroking it over and over again, tugging at it in time with his fingers thrusting in your cunt. 

“God,” you cry, hips moving to meet the thrusts of Aaron’s fingers, growing closer and closer to your orgasm. “I’m gonna come, please Aaron.” 

He only hums, eyes meeting yours as your hands knot into his hair, holding his head still as you ride his tongue and fingers to your release. 

“Att fucking girl,” he praises, watching as you continue to ride his fingers till your orgasm fizzles out. He doesn’t pull his fingers from you though. No Aaron crooks them so they brush against your g-spot over and over again till your thigh jumps and he feels the tell-tale signs of another orgasm. 

“Gimme another one, princess. Let me see you come again.” your mouth drops open as he rolls your clit and a silent scream takes a hold of you as your second orgasm washes over you. 

You can’t fight his touch as Aaron drags you to the very end of your orgasm and pats your cunt as he pulls his fingers out of you. 

“Want your cock, daddy.” your eyes are glazed over already, and Aaron has to physically restrain himself from just slamming into you. 

“Yeah? How bad do you need it?” He likes playing this game with you, you tend to lose patience much quicker than he does, and there’s something about the way you spread your legs and offer your pussy over to him that makes his head swim with lust. 

“So so bad. S’all I’ve been thinking about since you left.” he wouldn’t even doubt your statement because you’re all he’s thought about too. 

Still, he holds out on you, intent on just staring at your spread legs and bared cunt for him. 

“Please daddy, need your cock in me. You always fuck me so good.”

He can’t resist you anymore, and slides in, both of you groaning as he bottoms out. 

Your breath is short and sharp as he fucks into you, hands fisting the sheets as your hips match his thrusts. All you can think about is Aaron and the way the head of his cock is pressing at just the right spot that has your toes curling with each thrust.

“Feels good baby? Your pretty cunt is squeezing around me so fucking hard.”

Your brain is a mess of his praise. “So good, you’re always so good.” 

Tears pool on your lash line as his thumb finds your clit again, ready to pull a third orgasm from you. 

Your hands grip at his shoulders, pulling him to hover over your body and in doing so, forcing him deeper into you. 

“Oh fuck,” you croon and Aaron pulls back to slap at your clit. 

“Watch your tongue, princess.” you can only nod, your body thrumming with pleasure as his thrusts get mean and fast. 

“You’re gonna make me come again.” you mewl, eyes full of tears as you feel your lower belly burn with need. 

“Yeah? Y’gonna make a mess on my cock?” your nails dig into Aaron’s shoulders at his teasing, tears falling down your face as his thumb resumes rolling your clit. 

“Please, please,” it’s the only word you know, and Aaron thinks you’re the most gorgeous woman in the world as you beg him, so he leans forward pressing his forehead to yours. 

“Soak my cock, princess.” the order has your back arched off the bed completely as you obey it, legs trembling from the force of your orgasm. 

Aaron manages to hold off his own till the very last second, holding the back of your neck to keep your slick bodies pressed together as he fills you up. 

“No, stay,” you murmur when he moves to pull out and Aaron smiles, smoothing your hair out of your face and dragging his hand down your arm. 

“You don’t want something to drink?” he asks, eyes glued to yours. 

“No,” you lie, and Aaron can tell, but before he can call you out on it, you say, “I wanna sleep with you in me, please.”

You and your eyes will be the death of him, Aaron knows it very well. “Okay baby,” he kisses your cheek and lays with you on top of him, sighing when your walls clench around him. “Wake me up if you need anything.”

You nod, lips finding his in a quick kiss before falling asleep on his chest.

tags: @montyfandomlove

[ssamorganhotchner]

stepdad!hotch fic snippet under the cut: 🩷🩷

A ‘sorry’ is muffled into Aaron’s tear-stained tee shirt as his firm but gentle hand on your back reminds you to breathe, and when he clutches you closer to his chest, he feels his heart shatter into a million pieces. “Shhh,” he soothes. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. Tell me what happened. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

It was as if your brain had been waiting on those words - for Aaron’s permission to open the floodgates – and 10 minutes later, you still weren’t done.

“Aaron, I-” you stutter, clutching onto the bottom of his shirt, voice cracked and raspy from crying. “I just don’t know why he would do that to me. He told me he would wait until I was ready! And physically? I felt ready, I really did. But mentally? I knew, I knew I couldn’t have sex with him. God, I’m so stupid! I should have just done it and got it over with. No one will ever want to have sex with a fucking twenty-four-year-old virgin!”

Aaron peers down at you, and with the most stoic face you’ve ever seen, asks “Want me to go kick his ass?” It shouldn’t make you laugh, not when you’re so heartbroken, but it does; it makes you belly laugh, and now you’re crying for a completely different reason.

Aaron grins, and as he listens to you laugh in his arms for the first time all night, he doesn't think he’s heard a more beautiful sound in his life. Kissing your hair, he moves his hand to your leg, rubbing soft circles there. “I wouldn’t do that in fear of losing my job,” he chuckles, tilting your head up to meet his eyes, “but I am serious, angel.” Brushing your hair out of your face, he speaks again, and when he does, his voice is softer than before. “There is nothing wrong with you for waiting - nothing at all. The right man, or woman, for that matter, won’t care if you’ve had sex yet or not. Virginity is just a social construct and means nothing, I promise. When you do find that person, they will love you unconditionally and treat you like a queen because you deserve nothing less than that, okay?”

You don't realize it until now - until you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer - that you’ve been subconsciously touching him this entire time. From his arms to his chest, your hands have been touching and caressing every inch of his body you could get your hands on. You told yourself the only reason you were touching him was because he made you feel comfortable, safe even, but if you were honest with yourself you knew there was a bigger reason.

[kryptonitejelly]

Could you write something ✨spicy✨ with step!dad Hotch? 👀👀 if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable of course ❤️

A/N: omgggg step dad hotch is my absolute guilty pleasure 🥵 but i find ~spicy~ so hard to write, but i’ve triedddddd for you. this is also totally inspired by TG’s instagram highlights.

Requests for blurbs are currently open here.

MINORS DNI.

“You won’t generate any power if you don’t turn your hips angel.”

His large hands are on your hips, fingers splayed over the waistband of your tennis skirt, and his hips are firmly pressed into you.

“Swing again” he instructs you, his mouth by your ear. You swing your arms and he guides the turn in your waist, his hips bucking forth ever so slightly into yours.

“Am I doing it right Daddy?” You purr, as you press yourself against him, the material of his sport shorts rubbing against the exposed skin of your thigh. You can feel the fast forming bulge in his short through the thin material of your tennis skirt.

“Better.” He hums, as he slides a hand down the side of your hip, and up the middle of your thighs. You gasp as a finger traces your slit along the tights of your tennis skirt, feeling the dampness that had begun to pool along the fabric of your tights. He grips the inside of your thigh and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips.

“Good girl sweetheart,” he mutters into your ear, “you listened to me this time and ditched the underwear.”

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Someone send me stepdad!hotch ideas!! Or really any other Hotch au ideas 🤭. I need inspiration 😫

[ddejavvu]

hey!! i saw your post about step dad hotch… I AM RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. i wanted to share this idea i had in case you have the time and interest to write it: (somno + very light breeding in here too) reader is sleeping on her stomach in her room and aaron had a long day at the office (daddy works hard) and needs to relieve some stress, maybe reader’s mom is asleep or out of town, so he comes in her room, takes off his suit jacket off and neatly folds it on a dresser, ROLLS HIS SLEEVES UP, and then crawls on her bed and straddles the backs of her thighs, yada yada this is where you work your magic, then before he leaves he pushes his cum back into her where it was leaking out maybe murmurs something about it being “where it belongs”. idk if the reader would wake up or not but i would be super grateful if you have the chance to write this #WELOVEYOUSTEPDADHOTCH

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

!!!!!!!! so this is consensual somno for those concerned, but still dark (consensual free use agreement), so don't like, don't read.

There's only one thing on Aaron's mind as he pulls into the garage, clicking the door sensor so that it lowers behind his car: you. Your mother is away for the week on business, though he's almost certain she's messing around with her secretary, so he'd proposed an arrangement with you.

Since you're not often able to be together whenever you want, typically hiding away or keeping quiet, Aaron suggested that you took up a free use agreement. You hadn't quite understood at first, but as he'd explained the concept to you, your thighs had clenched, and he knew he had you. Eagerly you'd accepted his offer, waiting with growing anticipation for when he'd need to use you.

Pity you wouldn't be awake to appreciate the first time.

Aaron doesn't even bother taking his jacket off, socked feet pounding against the carpeted stairs towards your room. Your door is left open only a few inches, and even though he knows your mother won't be home for days, he shuts and locks it after he steps in.

You're a vision, splayed out on your stomach, cheek pressed into your pillow. It means that the sleep shorts you have on are not only on display, but they're riding up to showcase the globes of your ass.

Peeling them off is easy, and Aaron sheds his own clothing, jacket draped neatly over your dresser. You don't wake at the sound of the button hitting the wood, and he rolls his sleeves up quietly.

He takes more time with your panties than your shorts, pressing one of his long, thick fingers against your slit. He makes sure to put the most pressure against your clit, the tip of his finger nudging it. It twitches under his touch, and he smiles to himself.

You don't stir as the mattress dips, Aaron's knees on either side of your thighs. You don't wake at the sound of his belt unbuckling either, or at the feeling of your panties being peeled away from your pussy.

His cock lays heavy and thick in his hand, hardening by the second as his eyes roam your figure. Your ass is bared, and the smallest glimpse of your pussy peeks out from beneath your curves.

Aaron slots his cock under your ass, pressing it just like he had his finger up to your slit. You shift at the warmth, brows furrowing ever so slightly. Then he slides a hand beneath your ass, prodding gently at the lips of your cunt and spreading them to allow for easy access. Normally, he'd watch, riveted, as your greedy cunt swallowed his cock. But because you're on your stomach, he can't, so he guides with his fingers instead. it means that, not only do you have his thick digits pressing at your core, but his cock, too, which slides in with surprising ease. Apparently you're even easier to work up when you're sleeping than when you're awake, which is saying something considering last night's makeout session had you dripping.

"Good," He breathes, voice no more than a whisper in the darkness of your room, "Good job, sweetheart."

What he's praising you for is, of course, nothing. You don't move, you don't whine, you don't delay his pleasure in the slightest. It's like you know you're meant for his cock, lying there and taking it without a hitch.

When he ruts into you, his hips give it steam he hadn't meant to. It means that you rock forwards slightly, head bumping the headboard. He dips down, still slowly getting a pace set, and kisses your cheek where it's facing him on your pillow.

"Sorry, angel." He murmurs, tilting his head to rest his forehead against your heated skin, "You're okay."

The more he dotes on you, kisses to your jaw, nose nuzzled into your cheek, a hand steadying your hips as they shake, the harder it gets to restrain himself. Until finally, he's jackhammering into you, concern for your sleep schedule be damned. He needs you, and he needs you now.

"Shhh," He rasps, watching your eyelids flutter momentarily, "S'okay, honey, 's just me."

He's not sure if you really register the situation, because you don't force yourself awake to enjoy it. The soothing sound of his voice must have had you drowsy again, because no sooner have your eyes drifted open than they shut again, a soft whine spilling from between your dewy lips.

He finishes with a deep, throaty groan, muffled through gritted teeth into the skin of your neck. He kisses up the side of your throat on the way back up, then catches your lips.

"Thank you, honey." He croons, nudging his nose against a flyaway hair and tucking it away from your face, "You make the perfect toy."

When he pulls out, his cum oozes from your cunt, threatening to spill over your sheets. He rushes to plug you with his fingers, reaching for your panties amidst your tossing and turning. Or, attempted tossing and turning.

"Hold still, baby," He coos, dark eyes meeting your drowsy ones as you peer blearily up at him in the dark, "Everything's okay. Just cashing in on our agreement. That okay?"

You nod, somewhat uncoordinatedly, "Thanks, Aaron."

"Thank you, sweetheart," He slips your panties over your legs, and you let him clothe you after he pulls his fingers out. He gives a soft pat to your mound, "There, right where it belongs. Now go back to sleep," He murmurs, leaning down to kiss you, and in doing so, pressing his cum-stained fingers against your jaw, "And tomorrow, you can be awake for everything I do to you."

[inkdrinkerworld]

you’re more than the rest

pairing: stepdad!aaron x fem!reader

wc: 2.5k

cw: smut, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, angst, feelings of being used for sex, reassurance, mentions of cheating [doesnt actually happen], oral [fem! receiving], aaron with a beard, p in v penetration, overstimulation, mentions of edibles

Being with your mum alone was nice for the couple of months that Aaron was away, but you missed him.

Sometimes you hated his job, when he had to be away for months- but most times you loved how much he cared for other people.

“Mum, do you think that it’ll be weird when Aaron comes back?”

You’re both having dinner, and there’s a tray of cookies cooling on the counter.

“I’m not sure, maybe it will be. He’s been gone for three months.”

You hope nothing between you and Aaron will change.

After dinner, while you munch on some of the cookies, your mind spirals to Aaron and him seeing other people while there and your chest starts to burn.

“He wouldn’t,” you try to convince yourself, but your mind has spiraled and it’s not stopping.

You try to distract yourself, but moments of silence just bring the thoughts back and you groan.

Reaching into your bedside draw, you reach for the brownies and cut it in half and have it.

You wait for the effects of the marijuana to kick in before laying down to fall asleep.

The next morning, you hear your mum talking and squealing and without thinking make your way downstairs to see what all the noise is about.

“Y/n, look Aaron’s back!” she says, hanging off your stepfather and you just nod.

“Welcome back,” you don’t meet his eyes, your thoughts from last night compounded with your mother hanging off him doesn’t really make you feel that friendly towards him.

He hadn’t called you once, but you’d heard your mother on the phone with him at least twice for the week.

You don’t stick around the house much longer, showering and then yelling at the bottom of the stairs, “I’m going out for a run and then to the beach!”

You stay out all day, hoping that Aaron won’t be waiting up for you- but that’s a silly thought.

You open the front door well after nine and you find him sitting at the breakfast table on his phone.

“Hey,” you say sort of awkwardly, holding your wet clothes in your hand as Aaron raises his head.

“You had a good run?” he asks it like he hasn’t been away for months, like he hasn’t not spoken to you in those months he’s been gone.

His voice sounds different to you though, and he looks different thanks to his beard.

“Uh yeah, it was good.” a few beats of silence pass, “I’m gonna go shower, good night.”

Aaron doesn’t try to stop you, he only calls out, “There’s dinner in the microwave.”

You stay in your room after your shower till you hear his bedroom door close.

As the weeks pass on, you and Aaron don’t revert to your usual relationship, instead you hardly talk to him and when you notice the hickey on his neck at breakfast you get the tightness in your chest again.

It’s like your chest caves inward and when you spot it, you can’t unsee it.

“What are you doing today?” your mum asks you and you turn to her.

“I was thinking of going out with Jesse to the beach again? The sun’s out and the waves are supposed to be good.”

Aaron perks up at that, “Who’s Jesse?”

Your mum jumps into explanation about how you’d met Jesse while you were out surfing a couple weeks after he’d left.

Aaron stares at you with accusatory eyes but you ignore him.

“Yeah, we’ll probably get lunch before I come back. I’ve got to be ready for my shift at 3.”

Your mum nods and waves you off, telling you to, “have fun,” while Aaron just stares after you.

It’s only when you’re about to leave that he corners you at the top of the stairs.

“Who’s Jesse really?” he asks, and you roll your eyes.

“Exactly who mum said he is.” you say but he doesn’t move away. It rubs you the wrong way how he insinuates that you’ve done something wrong, when he’s the only one that has according to your little ‘relationship.’

“You’re not fucking him?”

You scoff and almost laugh, “No, but if I was what would it matter? You’ve been gone for three months, you spoke to me a total of zero times while you were there and then you come home and are littered with hickeys.”

Aaron’s bravado flakes a little at the tone in your voice. You’re hurt more than anything and he hates that it’s because of him.

“Maybe what we were doing shouldn’t happen anymore. You’ve gotten good at ignoring me, so maybe we should keep doing that.”

You don’t give him time to respond as you duck under his arm and walk out of the house, getting in your car and sniffling.

“You’re not going to cry,” you coach yourself as you pull out of the driveway and make your way to the beach.

Jesse suspects your poor mood and does his best to cheer you up, but you’re bad company and apologise for it profusely.

“C’mon, we’ll get ice cream and cheesecake and you’ll go home and take a nice nap.”

You both do that, but you make an extra stop on your way back to get another pair of brownies for the week.

The next week, thanks to both of your jobs you hardly see Aaron and it’s sad to have him so close and not be able to actually have him, but also it makes you wonder if you’ve always been that easy to be without.

You’re munching on the last of your brownie and doing some case studies when there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you’re half expecting it to be your mother, with some new request for a dessert that week.

You’re met with Aaron though, Aaron who hasn’t shaved his beard and looks a little worse for wear.

“Can we talk?” he asks and you nod, setting your work aside.

“Go ahead.” you prompt and he nods.

“I want to apologise for cornering you in the hall last week,” he starts and you hum. “And accusing you of being with someone else. That wasn’t right.”

You nod, expecting that to be the end of the conversation.

“I meant to call you, I did. But I couldn’t. Every time I picked up the phone I knew I wouldn’t be able to not talk to you. I missed you so much, and talking to you and hearing your voice would’ve made me come home a lot sooner than I did.”

Your eyebrows bunch together, “Did you leave before the job was finished?”

Aaron shakes his head, “No, we finished it earlier than expected.”

“Good.” there’s a question on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t ask it for fear of the answer.

Aaron can see it written on your face. “I didn’t.” He’s firm as he says it, but also sincere. “I couldn’t even think of anyone but you. You’re always on my mind, sweetheart.”

The nickname makes you crack though, and tears fall fast down your cheeks. “You’re covered in them,” you choke the words out and he shakes his head.

“They’re all over your neck Aaron, I can’t believe you. And I know you have to keep up appearances, but that,” you point to the two spots on his neck, “feels like a betrayal.”

He cups your sticky cheeks, thumbs dragging across your face to collect the tears.

“You can’t just leave and not talk to me and make it seem like you couldn’t care less about me while you’re gone and come back and get pissy with me because you expect everything to fall back into place.” your chest is heaving, but Aaron knows you need to get this out.

“I’m not a toy or something to just be used whenever she’s not available.”

“I’m so sorry baby,” he coos, lips pressing to your nose and the apples of your cheeks. “I’m sorry I made you feel like this.”

Aaron pulls you away from your desk and to your bed, sitting you in his lap as he grabs your tv remote.

Three episodes of your show later, Aaron whispers, “I don’t think you’re a toy or some backup to her. You’re my girl,” he kisses your temple.

“My only girl, I know you don’t want this anymore; but I’m always gonna be here okay?”

The next week your mum goes on a vacation with her friends and after your chat with Aaron you feel better.

You���re not actively going to work because of your exams and midweek you’re exhausted when Aaron finds you on the couch surrounded by your books.

“You good?” he asks, setting a bowl of take out before you.

“Exhausted and nothing is sticking.” you whine, Aaron sits beside you as he shucks off his suit jacket.

“You keeping that beard?” you ask suddenly and he laughs.

“I’m not sure yet,” his hand reaches to scratch at the hair on his cheeks and chin. “Do you like it?”

He hopes you do, he had remembered vaguely that you’d mentioned how good facial hair looks on men.

“Mhm, makes you look less like a scary dad.” your head falls to his lap, a deep sigh passing your lips.

“I’m not scary,” he muses and you open one eye to look at him.

“Not in a bad way, in a sexy way.” you say the words and something in the air shifts.

“In a sexy way?” Aaron prompts for a little more insight.

You take the bait, “Yeah, in a way that’s just a turn on. I don’t know how to explain it, Aaron. That’s just the vibe you exude.”

He nods and then points to your food, “Eat it before it gets cold, sweetheart.” You missed him calling you sweet names and it makes your belly warm.

“You can’t do that to me,” you murmur and his eyebrows pull together.

“Do what?”

“Call me that. It’s doing things to me.”

Aaron shakes his head; you’d always been a little bolder when it came to telling him things like this.

“Things? I don’t have a clue as to what you mean, baby.” he has every clue as to what you mean.

“You’re trying to distract me with your pretty face and pretty words.”

And it’s very clearly working. You’ve both missed each other, so much that now that you’re alone, the sexual tension is much much higher.

But after your conversation, Aaron hasn’t been wanting to do anything sexual just in case it hasn’t been what you wanted.

“M’not trying to do anything. If you need something from me, you have to tell me. You know that.”

You sit up in his lap, hands crossed behind his neck as you stare directly in his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me,” you say it plainly. “I want you to fuck me like you missed me.”

Aaron is quick to claim your lips, mouth molding to your own. He has missed you, so so much.

He had spent almost every night desperate to hear your voice but afraid he’d break down and leave all the bad behind to come home to you.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he breathes, standing and carrying you to your room. “You’re all I thought about every fucking night.”

Aaron doesn’t give you a chance to bask in his confession as he lays you down on the bed, his hands spreading your thighs and groaning when your shorts roll up your thighs.

“You’re gorgeous,” he compliments, hands roaming your body with care- his lips aren’t far behind.

“Aaron please, I’ve been needing you,” his forehead drops to your lower stomach and he groans.

“Baby,” his words are sharp inhales. “You’re going to ruin me.” his hands slip into your pants, dragging them to the floor while his lips kiss at your newly exposed skin.

“Don’t hold back,” he swears if you’re quiet he’ll be back to a place without you even though you’re right there.

You couldn’t if you tried, Aaron’s mouth was skilled at eating you out. Every part of your cunt was wet with either your own slick or his spit but god if you weren’t turned on.

“Aaron please,” you beg, hands reaching for his hair when he slips two fingers into the soppy messy that is your cunt and presses against your g-spot immediately.

His beard adds so much more stimulation that your orgasm crests fast.

“I’m not stopping you, pretty girl,” he sucks at your clit and you scream, back arched as you cry out only his name and ‘oh god,’s.

“You’re so fucking good for me.” he presses his fingers into your mouth and groans when your tongue swirls around them.

“I need to be in you,” Aaron whispers and you nod, hands reaching for his hips to pull him closer so his hard on rubs against your cunt.

“I missed you,” you admit as he lines up and he brackets you with his forearms- sinking into your warm cunt without a barrier. “Fuck you’re bigger.”

Aaron chuckles at that, beard scratching your neck as he nips at your skin there.

“I’ve been needing you.” he murmurs, hips snapping shallowly at first to get you used to the stretch again.

When you are, your hands can’t stop dragging down his back or chanting his name.

Aaron lasts much longer than you’d thought he would and in the process he pulls three orgasms from you and when your brain is addled with only thoughts of him and your thighs can’t stop quivering he pauses.

“No no,” you beg, slick hands trying to go to his hips but he pins them both above your head.

“You’re the only one,” he says seriously. “You’re not just sex or a body, you’re my favourite girl and you’ll always be.” he says and you nod, tears wetting your waterline as he starts fucking you again.

“You’re mine and I’m yours. Only yours.” he promises as he fills you up, your orgasm meeting his.

Aaron is gentle as he cleans you up, hands moving with care and diligence and when you reach for him as he slips you into his shirt he can’t help but lay beside you.

“I meant it.” he says gently, you curl into him, head laying on his bare chest. You map his freckles as you weigh your answer.

“I know, and I know I’m not being used when it’s us. I’m sorry I said that.”

Aaron shakes his head and tips your chin upwards.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I made you feel like that without meaning to, but I did. And I’m sorry that I did. I’ll never do it again.” he kisses you and wipes away the tears that fall.

“You’re the only one I love. I love you.” he whispers and you sniffle.

“I love you too, more than everyone else.”

Aaron rubs your back and when your belly rumbles he laughs, “I’ll go get your takeout, and your ice cream.”

“You have to eat with me,” you know he hasn’t eaten since lunch time. “Please.” you give him a pout and puppy dog eyes and Aaron caves, sitting up in your bed with the promise of two forks, food, ice cream and water.

You’re just glad to have him back, the weeks without him were awful and you never want that again.

[subspencerreid]

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[ddejavvu]

for multiverse monday & stepdad!hotch—

hotch tells himself he puts a teddy bear nanny cam in your room to make sure you don’t do anything with the partners you bring home…

but how can he help himself from enjoying the view when he hears you touching yourself and saying his name?

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

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

It's precautionary, he tells himself, because you bring people home sometimes, and he wants to watch out for you.

And watch you he does, eyes dark and body numb as your fingers gently spread the lips of your cunt apart, delving between them to gather slick that's sticky in your folds. The nanny cam isn't exactly 1080P, so he's struggling to focus on the details, but your blurry image sends heat south just the same, and the moan that comes out grainy through the mic only makes things worse.

The monitor is in his lap, and his hand subconsciously shifts it to press to his bulge. It means that the vibrations of the speakers as you whimper at each brush of your fingers against your needy clit buzz straight to his dick, now stunningly hard in his jeans.

You seem to be noticing that your moans are less than muffled. To fix it, you stuff three fingers of your clean hand into your mouth, heavy on your tongue to quiet yourself down. Your lips wrap around them as you lick and suck at the digits, occupying your mouth so that you don’t give yourself away. A pang of arousal shoots to Aaron’s cock as he imagines it between your lips instead, your tongue kitten licking its tip and smearing spit on its underside.

The more your fingers glide through your cunt the faster they go, thumb nudging your clit every time your hand circles back. Aaron watches your feverish ministrations, jaw tightening and teeth clenching so hard they’re ready to crack. When, finally, your mental fantasy reaches an all time high, you gasp, mouth falling open around your fingers while desperate, greedy gasps escape your lips.

He almost misses it, a breathy, needy, ‘Aaron’, but the feeling of your words pulsing against his cock fans his flames, and before he can stop himself he’s cumming in his jeans. He can’t process the bliss raging through him or the fact that you’ve just moaned his name while cumming, which leaves him a stiff, silent mess on the edge of his bed.

He feels like a horny teenager, spying on a girl and cumming in his pants. And he supposes it’s fitting considering that you’re much less distant from your teenage years than he is. While they’re a fuzzy blur for him, they’re probably still fresh in your mind. It’s for that reason that he docks the monitor, standing up to take a cold shower. It’s not right, his attraction to you. Even less so considering you’re supposed to be a step-daughter to him, even if that’s not how he sees you. So he’ll windowshop. He won’t touch, but he will look.

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Omg I am LOVING these requests so far!! Writing one right now 🤭🤭 thank you <3333

Someone send me stepdad!hotch ideas!! Or really any other Hotch au ideas 🤭. I need inspiration 😫

[pinkandblueblurbs]

see the kinktober prompts i used here!

day 1: face sitting- anthony bridgerton

day 2: against a wall- newt (tmr)

day 3: exhibitionism- lucius malfoy

day 4: role reversal- aaron hotchner

day 5: uniforms- cheerleader!reader x stepdad!james potter

day 6: food play- sirius black x puppy hybrid!reader

day 7: object insertion- doctor!anthony

day 8: formal wear- guard!remus x princess!reader

day 9: angry sex- haymitch abernathy

day 10: gagging- sheriff hassan

day 11: sleepy sex- thomas (tmr)

day 12: thigh riding- fred weasley

day 13: sensory deprivation- loki laufeyson

day 14: swallowing- finnick odair

day 15: gun play- bucky barnes

day 16: accidental stimulation- peter parker

day 17: pegging- ginny weasley

day 18: sex work/prostitution- fred and george

day 19: impact play- aaron hotchner

day 20: anal- sirius black

day 21: a/b/o- remus lupin

day 22: size difference- remus lupin x fairy!reader

day 23: squirting- benedict bridgerton

day 24: hunter/prey- remus lupin

day 25: titty fucking- ron weasley

day 26: cock ring- poly!marauders

day 27: training- newt (tmr) and puppy hybrid!reader

day 28: whipping- loki laufeyson

day 29: period sex- wanda maximoff

day 30: praise kink- father paul

day 31: piss kink- lucius malfoy

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hey, hope you're doing good. I've got some stepdad! Hotch thoughts for you 🤠 Jealous stepdad! Hotch punishes you for sleeping with another guy (because he had a case and you can't control yourself) You tried to keep it secret, but he finds out and ignores you until mom leaves for her work trip and then he overstimulates you as punishment and he makes you cum again and again (but he won't fuck you tho, this is a punishment) i just feel in my soul that this Hotch is easily jealous and territorial and no, he's not gonna share 😤 he says things like "my cock is a privilege and you're gonna have to earn it" and "you're gonna have to learn your place again, your only purpose is for me, no one else gets to touch you. Not even you." King of degradation i think 😂

yes yes yes!!!! cw: degradation, stepdad!hotch, punishment, daddy kink, overstimulation 18+ONLY MDNI

he’s holding your vibratory to your clit, pushing you to your eighth orgasm for the night.

“too much, s’too much daddy,” you cry but aaron only tuts and turns up the vibrations.

“i say when it’s too much, and since you like to come so much when i’m not around, i figured you’d love this.”

you have tears rolling down your cheeks and if your brain wasn’t mush, you’d have regretted sleeping with the boy from your class.

“i want you cock please,” you try twisting away from his ministrations only for aaron to hold your hip down.

“no,” it’s simple and firm and makes you cry. “only good girls get daddy’s cock, and you’ve hardly been good.”

your orgasm breaks up your pleas and aaron chuckles.

“when you learn to be my good girl again, then you’ll get my cock, for now this is all you’re getting.”

[ssamorganhotchner]

y'all. we are 2.7k words into this stepdad!hotch fic and i haven't even gotten to the smut yet ahahahahahhahaha sos