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[hoe4hotchner]

My old roommate apparently got married for the 2nd time the other day 😬 And I will listen and I WILL judge cause wth?!

Like girl chill out, you're 22 and can't have kids, why are you in such a rush to get married again, mind you to a man who's almost 20 years older than you.

[hoe4hotchner]

New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

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✧*̥˚aaron hotchner fic recs part 6 *̥˚✧

a/n: i think your know the drill, enjoy these hotch fics i've recently read ;))))

part 1 I part 2 I part 3 I part 4 I part 5 I part 6 I my cm masterlist

✧*̥˚ fluff*̥˚✧

too pretty to be stressed by @alinathinkstoomuch

safest thing by -//-

eat the boss by @divadepreshawn

intervention by @goorgeousz

blurb by @ddejavvu

terms and conditions by @hoe4hotchner

doctor's order by -//-

girl's night by -//-

expert opinion by @ssahotchnerr

breakfast in bed by @ellecdc

questions in a world of blue by @sweetheartsocks

home by @dismalflo

five stars or bust by @mariasont

✧*̥˚ angst/hurt/comfort*̥˚✧

fight with hotch by @luveline

hotchner!reader by -//-

rain check by @ssahotchnerr

in pieces by-//-

mended with love by -//-

not a burden by @keirareidss

period fic by @ellecdc

mom by -//-

girl crush by @goorgeousz

about time by -//-

broken ribs by @keirareidss

nighttime vlogs by @yasministration

how did we get here by @dismalflo

this is serious by @augustjoy

✧*̥˚ smut*̥˚✧

the study by @souredvodka

take away by @hoe4hotchner

daddy's home by @mystic-rox

raw footage by @jareaufiles

live stream by -//-

date night by -//-

morning treat by @bllushbunniie

relaxation by @ssa-aaron-hotchnerr

summer lovin' by @aureatelys

your name across my heart by @goorgeousz

i'm her favourite beverage by -//-

booty call by @ssa-dado

sun creaming by -//-

craving 101 by @storiesofsvu

just the two of us by @monzabee

belong to you by @alinathinkstoomuch

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So update is he didn't like me very much when I told him I wasn't sending nudes 🤣🤣🤣🤣

And now he left me on read

What the fuck have I done!!!!!

I saw a tiktok from a biker with this text in the video

So I followed him without interacting with the video (to seem cool you know)

And within 5 seconds he messaged me twice!!!!!!

Have I girl bossed to close to the sun perhaps????

[hoe4hotchner]

FUCK WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO!!!!!

What the fuck have I done!!!!!

I saw a tiktok from a biker with this text in the video

So I followed him without interacting with the video (to seem cool you know)

And within 5 seconds he messaged me twice!!!!!!

Have I girl bossed to close to the sun perhaps????

[hoe4hotchner]

What the fuck have I done!!!!!

I saw a tiktok from a biker with this text in the video

So I followed him without interacting with the video (to seem cool you know)

And within 5 seconds he messaged me twice!!!!!!

Have I girl bossed to close to the sun perhaps????

[hoe4hotchner]

an aaron ff where the reader is like completely obsessed with aaron’s hands and she thinks he doesn’t notice her staring all the time but he does and he puts it to use🥰🥰

Hands | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader | WC: 1.6k | CW: MDNI, 18+, SMUT!!!, Fingering, hand necklace, 1% short of having a good girl in there, secret relationship, It's pretty mild smut, very little plot.

The bullpen had been a whirlwind of activity during the day. Ringing phones, rapid-fire keyboards, and the low murmur of agents piecing clues into profiles.

But as the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting shadows through the windows, the chaos had given way to an almost eerie stillness. The bullpen was nearly deserted now, only a few stragglers finishing reports under the soft glow of their desk lamps.

The faint hum of computers powering down and the occasional creak of a chair were the only sounds breaking the silence. You sat at your desk, a stack of case files spread out before you, but your mind was elsewhere—specifically, on Hotch.

You and Hotch had been together for a couple of months at this point, carefully trying to conceal your relationship to avoid the inevitable scrutiny of HR and the eyes of the team members who usually stayed behind while the rest of you flew out on cases.

The secrecy was part of the allure: stolen glances during briefings, the brush of his fingers against yours in the elevator, late-night "debriefs" in his office that usually ended with you pressed against the door, his lips on yours.

And tonight was no different; the air was thick with that same electric anticipation. You could feel it in your bones, this was going to be one of those nights.

You watched him through the open blinds to his office. Hotch sat at his desk, his jacket discarded over the back of his chair, tie loosened just enough to hint at the rare vulnerability he allowed himself when no one was watching.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms corded with muscle, veins standing out against his skin. But it was his hands that held you captive tonight.

Those hands—God, they were your obsession.

Strong, capable, with long fingers that moved with a precision that made your pulse quicken. Whether he was signing a report, gripping the steering wheel, or tracing the curve of your spine in the quiet of his apartment, his hands were a study in control. You’d been caught staring before, by Morgan or JJ, their teasing smirks making you flush, but you thought you’d been careful around him. You thought he hadn’t noticed.

You were wrong.

His head tilted slightly, catching your gaze through the glass. His eyes did a quick sweep of the bullpen before they locked onto yours, intense and unyielding.

A subtle nod toward his office was all it took to send your heart into overdrive. It was a silent command, one you’d come to recognize as an invitation to something more than work. You gathered your files, more for show than necessity, and stood, smoothing your skirt.

Your heels clicked softly on the floor as you crossed the bullpen, every step heightening the anticipation curling in your stomach. You pushed open his office door, closing it behind you with a soft click.

Aaron stood from his chair, his presence commanding even in the quiet. He rounded the desk, closing the blinds, his movements deliberate, and before you knew it, he had pulled you into his arms.

“Long day?” He asked, his voice was low and warm as it vibrated against your skin.

“Yeah,” you said, as you melted into his embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne clouding your senses. “But it’s better now.”

He chuckled. His hands—Ahhhh, those hands—slid down your back, resting at the curve of your waist.

The touch was light yet still possessive. “You’ve been distracted all afternoon,” he said, pulling back just enough to study your face. “Staring again?”

You tried to play it coy, tilting your head with a mock-innocent smile. “Staring? At what?”

His eyes narrowed, a playful glint softened the usual severity of his gaze. One hand lifted, fingers cupping your chin to tilt your face up. “My hands,” he said, his voice dropped to a husky murmur. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. The way you watched them in meetings today, while I was driving this morning, even now.” To punctuate his words, he flexed his fingers against your skin, the slight pressure sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re not as subtle as you think.”

Heat flooded your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and desire. There was no point denying it, not to him, not when he could read you like an open book.

“They’re… distracting,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t help it. They’re just… perfect.”

A slow smile curved his lips. “Perfect, hm?” he murmured. “Then let me put them to good use.” He guided you backward until the backs of your thighs hit the edge of his desk.

You expected him to lift you onto it, to pin you there as he had so many times before, but he paused, his expression shifting to something more commanding. “Not like this. Not today.” He murmured, mostly to himself.

In one fluid motion, he sat in his chair, pulling you with him until you were straddling his lap. Your skirt rode up, bunching around your thighs, and his hands settled on your hips to steady you. The position was intimate, your bodies pressed close, the hard line of his arousal evident beneath you.

You could feel the heat of him through your clothes, and it sent a thrill through you, your pulse racing as you settled into his lap.

“Aaron…” you whispered, your hands finding his neck, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck. Your eyes flicked to his hands, one resting on your hip, the other now sliding up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher. The sight alone was enough to make you ache.

“Shh,” he muttered, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine.

His fingers teased the edge of your panties, tracing the delicate fabric with a featherlight touch that made you bite your lip to stifle a gasp, while your hips betrayed you by bucking into his palm. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “About how you watch my hands, imagining what they can do to you.”

He moved his other hand slowly toward your neck, fingers wrapping around it in a light, possessive hold. The gentle pressure sent a jolt straight to your core, amplifying the heat pooling there. You’d explored this dynamic before, in the quiet of his apartment or yours, but here, in the heart of the BAU, it felt thrillingly illicit.

You nodded, words failing you as his fingers moved your panties to the side, finding you already slick with anticipation.

“So wet for me,” he growled, his thumb circling your clit with slow and torturous movements that made your breath hitch. The sensation was electric, each movement building the tension in your body.

Hotch's hand on your neck tightened just a fraction, not enough to restrict your breathing but enough to anchor you, to remind you who was in control. He slowly slid a finger inside you, watching your reaction before adding another, curling them upward to find just the right spot, the one that made your vision blur and your lashes flutter just the way he liked.

You moaned, your hips rocking instinctively against his hand, seeking more of that pressure. The chair creaked, a soft protest to your movements, but it only heightened the intimacy of the moment, the world narrowing to just you and Aaron.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough with desire as he watched you move. “Ride my fingers. Show me how good a girl you can be. Show me how much you want this.” His thumb never stopped its relentless circles on your clit, and the sensations had you trembling in his lap.

His other hand remained on your neck, his thumb occasionally brushing your pulse point, feeling the frantic beat of your heart, or tracing a line along your jaw.

The office melted away, the files stacked on his desk, the phones silent on their cradles, the world beyond the blinds—Gone.

It was just you and him, the heat between you building to a fever pitch. You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a desperate, messy kiss, tasting the faint bitterness of his coffee on his breath.

His tongue met yours, hungry and demanding, as his fingers worked you higher, each thrust and curl pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re close,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice vibrating through your haze as he felt the way you clenched around his fingers. “Let go for me, sweetheart.” The endearment, so rare from his usually preferance of using your name, sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

His words unraveled you. With a cry muffled against his shoulder, waves of pleasure pulsed through your body as his fingers coaxed every last shudder from you. His hand on your neck loosened to a gentle caress, cupping your face, his thumb stroking your skin as he guided you through the aftershocks.

His other hand slowed but didn’t stop, drawing out your pleasure until you were boneless, slumped against him, your breath ragged.

When you finally stilled, he withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips and tasting you with a low, satisfied hum that made your stomach flutter. “Beautiful,” he said, his eyes dark and full of promise as they met yours. “But next time you stare at my hands during a briefing, remember this and know I’ll be thinking about doing it again.”

You laughed softly, still catching your breath, your head resting on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you.

[hoe4hotchner]

an aaron ff where the reader is like completely obsessed with aaron’s hands and she thinks he doesn’t notice her staring all the time but he does and he puts it to use🥰🥰

Hands | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader | WC: 1.6k | CW: MDNI, 18+, SMUT!!!, Fingering, hand necklace, 1% short of having a good girl in there, secret relationship, It's pretty mild smut, very little plot.

The bullpen had been a whirlwind of activity during the day. Ringing phones, rapid-fire keyboards, and the low murmur of agents piecing clues into profiles.

But as the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting shadows through the windows, the chaos had given way to an almost eerie stillness. The bullpen was nearly deserted now, only a few stragglers finishing reports under the soft glow of their desk lamps.

The faint hum of computers powering down and the occasional creak of a chair were the only sounds breaking the silence. You sat at your desk, a stack of case files spread out before you, but your mind was elsewhere—specifically, on Hotch.

You and Hotch had been together for a couple of months at this point, carefully trying to conceal your relationship to avoid the inevitable scrutiny of HR and the eyes of the team members who usually stayed behind while the rest of you flew out on cases.

The secrecy was part of the allure: stolen glances during briefings, the brush of his fingers against yours in the elevator, late-night "debriefs" in his office that usually ended with you pressed against the door, his lips on yours.

And tonight was no different; the air was thick with that same electric anticipation. You could feel it in your bones, this was going to be one of those nights.

You watched him through the open blinds to his office. Hotch sat at his desk, his jacket discarded over the back of his chair, tie loosened just enough to hint at the rare vulnerability he allowed himself when no one was watching.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms corded with muscle, veins standing out against his skin. But it was his hands that held you captive tonight.

Those hands—God, they were your obsession.

Strong, capable, with long fingers that moved with a precision that made your pulse quicken. Whether he was signing a report, gripping the steering wheel, or tracing the curve of your spine in the quiet of his apartment, his hands were a study in control. You’d been caught staring before, by Morgan or JJ, their teasing smirks making you flush, but you thought you’d been careful around him. You thought he hadn’t noticed.

You were wrong.

His head tilted slightly, catching your gaze through the glass. His eyes did a quick sweep of the bullpen before they locked onto yours, intense and unyielding.

A subtle nod toward his office was all it took to send your heart into overdrive. It was a silent command, one you’d come to recognize as an invitation to something more than work. You gathered your files, more for show than necessity, and stood, smoothing your skirt.

Your heels clicked softly on the floor as you crossed the bullpen, every step heightening the anticipation curling in your stomach. You pushed open his office door, closing it behind you with a soft click.

Aaron stood from his chair, his presence commanding even in the quiet. He rounded the desk, closing the blinds, his movements deliberate, and before you knew it, he had pulled you into his arms.

“Long day?” He asked, his voice was low and warm as it vibrated against your skin.

“Yeah,” you said, as you melted into his embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne clouding your senses. “But it’s better now.”

He chuckled. His hands—Ahhhh, those hands—slid down your back, resting at the curve of your waist.

The touch was light yet still possessive. “You’ve been distracted all afternoon,” he said, pulling back just enough to study your face. “Staring again?”

You tried to play it coy, tilting your head with a mock-innocent smile. “Staring? At what?”

His eyes narrowed, a playful glint softened the usual severity of his gaze. One hand lifted, fingers cupping your chin to tilt your face up. “My hands,” he said, his voice dropped to a husky murmur. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. The way you watched them in meetings today, while I was driving this morning, even now.” To punctuate his words, he flexed his fingers against your skin, the slight pressure sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re not as subtle as you think.”

Heat flooded your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and desire. There was no point denying it, not to him, not when he could read you like an open book.

“They’re… distracting,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t help it. They’re just… perfect.”

A slow smile curved his lips. “Perfect, hm?” he murmured. “Then let me put them to good use.” He guided you backward until the backs of your thighs hit the edge of his desk.

You expected him to lift you onto it, to pin you there as he had so many times before, but he paused, his expression shifting to something more commanding. “Not like this. Not today.” He murmured, mostly to himself.

In one fluid motion, he sat in his chair, pulling you with him until you were straddling his lap. Your skirt rode up, bunching around your thighs, and his hands settled on your hips to steady you. The position was intimate, your bodies pressed close, the hard line of his arousal evident beneath you.

You could feel the heat of him through your clothes, and it sent a thrill through you, your pulse racing as you settled into his lap.

“Aaron…” you whispered, your hands finding his neck, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck. Your eyes flicked to his hands, one resting on your hip, the other now sliding up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher. The sight alone was enough to make you ache.

“Shh,” he muttered, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine.

His fingers teased the edge of your panties, tracing the delicate fabric with a featherlight touch that made you bite your lip to stifle a gasp, while your hips betrayed you by bucking into his palm. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “About how you watch my hands, imagining what they can do to you.”

He moved his other hand slowly toward your neck, fingers wrapping around it in a light, possessive hold. The gentle pressure sent a jolt straight to your core, amplifying the heat pooling there. You’d explored this dynamic before, in the quiet of his apartment or yours, but here, in the heart of the BAU, it felt thrillingly illicit.

You nodded, words failing you as his fingers moved your panties to the side, finding you already slick with anticipation.

“So wet for me,” he growled, his thumb circling your clit with slow and torturous movements that made your breath hitch. The sensation was electric, each movement building the tension in your body.

Hotch's hand on your neck tightened just a fraction, not enough to restrict your breathing but enough to anchor you, to remind you who was in control. He slowly slid a finger inside you, watching your reaction before adding another, curling them upward to find just the right spot, the one that made your vision blur and your lashes flutter just the way he liked.

You moaned, your hips rocking instinctively against his hand, seeking more of that pressure. The chair creaked, a soft protest to your movements, but it only heightened the intimacy of the moment, the world narrowing to just you and Aaron.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough with desire as he watched you move. “Ride my fingers. Show me how good a girl you can be. Show me how much you want this.” His thumb never stopped its relentless circles on your clit, and the sensations had you trembling in his lap.

His other hand remained on your neck, his thumb occasionally brushing your pulse point, feeling the frantic beat of your heart, or tracing a line along your jaw.

The office melted away, the files stacked on his desk, the phones silent on their cradles, the world beyond the blinds—Gone.

It was just you and him, the heat between you building to a fever pitch. You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a desperate, messy kiss, tasting the faint bitterness of his coffee on his breath.

His tongue met yours, hungry and demanding, as his fingers worked you higher, each thrust and curl pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re close,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice vibrating through your haze as he felt the way you clenched around his fingers. “Let go for me, sweetheart.” The endearment, so rare from his usually preferance of using your name, sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

His words unraveled you. With a cry muffled against his shoulder, waves of pleasure pulsed through your body as his fingers coaxed every last shudder from you. His hand on your neck loosened to a gentle caress, cupping your face, his thumb stroking your skin as he guided you through the aftershocks.

His other hand slowed but didn’t stop, drawing out your pleasure until you were boneless, slumped against him, your breath ragged.

When you finally stilled, he withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips and tasting you with a low, satisfied hum that made your stomach flutter. “Beautiful,” he said, his eyes dark and full of promise as they met yours. “But next time you stare at my hands during a briefing, remember this and know I’ll be thinking about doing it again.”

You laughed softly, still catching your breath, your head resting on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you.

[hoe4hotchner]

10/10 would not recommend going off your bc if you're not trying for a baby.

I've bled twice in 4 weeks

I constantly feel like i'm having a cold or just sick in general

I'm cold all the time and shivering despite my limbs being warm

I went boy crazy for a week during ovu and basically couldn't function

The cramps

The blood

Safe to say i'm jumping straight back. this has been the month from hell.

[hoe4hotchner]

Go forth and live the booktok dream

Make sure to tell us how it goes and whether the plot was realistic pls 🙏

Sadly there is no plot in my life at least 😭😭 I’m running around playing manager without the title nor pay. Cowboy was ugly but had nice tattoos and I passed the biker so quick that I only saw his gear

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Work is really testing my ability to be calm today!!

What do you mean I’ve seen someone with a cowboy hat and boots. AND A BIKER, within 5 minutes of each other?!

WHAT IN THE BOOKTOK IS THIS!!!! I’m supposed to be professional for the next 6 hours still

[hoe4hotchner]

Guys! News!

I'm working on smut right now

[hoe4hotchner]

Well at least she bought them for 450

People on Vinted really are entitled what the fuck.

Im selling some of my uni books and 1 person has bundled 3 asking if im willing to sell for 350 DKK (after my 3 item 10% off they’re at 486) so I tell them 450 I’m fine with.

And they keep bargaining

Do they not realize that these books are 1.100 DKK if they buy them new.

They’re already getting over 50% off

[hoe4hotchner]

People on Vinted really are entitled what the fuck.

Im selling some of my uni books and 1 person has bundled 3 asking if im willing to sell for 350 DKK (after my 3 item 10% off they’re at 486) so I tell them 450 I’m fine with.

And they keep bargaining

Do they not realize that these books are 1.100 DKK if they buy them new.

They’re already getting over 50% off

[hoe4hotchner]

You know what’s really ego boosting. “Men” DM’ing you calling you beautiful etc……

And just never responding cause it’s 100% a bot account - and they usually don’t have their bio filled out or any videos/pictures posted so there’s no way to be sure

[hoe4hotchner]

i’ve just been reading your writing and oh my god its INSANE. you’re so talented! have you written any girl dad hotch fics?

Thank you so much!!

The only fic I can think of with Girl dad!Hotch is Family first. But there could be more, I'm not sure, I can't recall most of my fics unless I see the title and the little moodboard I make for them 😅

[hoe4hotchner]

I hope none of my future employers will do a thorough background check. Cause my digital footprint is insane!

Especially the tiktok comments.