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[hotchmoach]

You’re So Sweet A.H

In which Aaron Hotchner discovers you've never had an orgasm, and he’s determined to be the one to change that. What starts as teasing and slow, reverent touches turns into a lesson in patience and pleasure, with Aaron guiding you right to the edge—only to pull you back until you’re desperate for him. But when he finally gives in, it’s not just about satisfaction, it’s about proving that no one else will ever make you feel the way he does.

18 + Only MDNI = May I had this my first Soft smut , I don’t write smut ..

Parings: Soft/control Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Content: Explicit, Readers First orgasm, intimate details, pleasure,

Warnings: Explicit, Hotch helps reader with her first ever orgasm is so sweet he calls reader sweetheart , no use of your name . Starts with kisses all over you in fingers in you

WC: 1.k

Author notes : I’m still in denial that I wrote this but I hope you enjoy it I liked writing it . I kicked my feet in giggled all the way through please let me know if I missed anything because this is my first SMUT OKAY PLEASE BE KIND THANK YOU … sorry it got so long I was having fun .

I beg you please be kind

Most my photos are found on Pinterest

Laughter fills the dimly lit bedroom as you squirm beneath Aaron, breathless and flushed. It started as playful teasing—his hands tickling your sides, your weak attempts to push him away—but somehow, one shift, one moment later, and he’s on top of you, pinning your wrists gently against the mattress.

Your laughter fades, replaced by something heavier, something unspoken. His dark eyes search yours, amusement giving way to something softer, more intense. His weight presses into you, solid and warm, and your heart aches with the need for more.

You know where this is going. You want it. You want him.

Aaron swallows, his grip loosening as his thumb brushes over your pulse, feeling how wildly it races.

"You okay?" he murmurs, voice careful, quiet.

You nod, fingers slipping from his hold to tangle in his hair, pulling him just a little closer.

"I need you," you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath.

His lips part, a quiet exhale leaving him as if the words alone undo him.

He leans in slowly, his nose brushing yours, his lips barely grazing—hesitating, waiting.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he says softly, his hand slipping to your waist, grounding you.

You shake your head.

"I want this. I want you."

Something in him shifts—something reverent. His lips find yours, slow and unhurried, savoring, as if he has all the time in the world.

But he doesn’t stop there. He moves lower, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another along your jaw.

His breath is warm against your skin as he trails down, the scruff of his jaw scraping gently over your throat before he presses his lips there, open-mouthed, reverent.

He follows the curve of your collarbone, his hands smoothing over your sides, fingertips gliding like he’s memorizing every inch of you.

He kisses lower, slow and deliberate, the heat of his mouth ghosting over your ribs, your stomach. He takes his time, as if worshiping you with every press of his lips, every teasing graze of his teeth.

But just as pleasure starts to coil deep in your belly, he hesitates. His hands still against your hips, his lips hovering just above your skin.

"Tell me something," he murmurs, his voice low, careful. "Have you ever…?" The words are unfinished, but you know exactly what he’s asking.

Your breath catches. A slow shake of your head. "Not once."

His lips part, his grip on you tightening just slightly. "You’ve never had an orgasm?"

Another shake of your head. "Never."

Aaron exhales sharply, like the thought alone is unbearable. His hands smooth over your hips, steadying you, grounding himself. His jaw flexes, his dark eyes flickering with something deeper—something possessive.

"You should’ve told me," he says, his voice rough, almost pained. "I want to be the one, sweetheart. I will be the one."

You tremble beneath him, overwhelmed by the weight of his words, the weight of him. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate.

"Please, Aaron," you whisper, voice breaking with need. "Please…"

A quiet groan rumbles in his chest, his restraint snapping as he presses another kiss just below your navel, slower this time, his lips lingering, teasing.

You reach for him, your hands slipping into his hair, tugging lightly until he looks up at you. His eyes meet yours, dark and unreadable, and something in your gaze makes his breath catch.

"Please," you whisper again, softer this time. "I need you, Aaron."

And that’s when he sees it. This isn’t just desire, isn’t just want—it’s need. It’s written all over your face, in the way you look at him, in the way your body responds to his touch. You aren’t just asking for this. You need this.

His chest rises and falls with a shaky breath. "I’ve got you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss just below your ribs, his hands gripping your hips like an anchor. "I promise, sweetheart. I’ve got you."

His lips move lower, teasing, mapping out every inch of your skin, until his fingers follow—soft at first, teasing along your inner thigh, ghosting over the heat of you before pressing in just enough to make your breath hitch.

He watches you, taking in every reaction, memorizing what makes you shudder, what makes your body arch toward him. And when he finally pushes two fingers inside you, slow and deliberate, your gasp is enough to make him groan against your skin.

His touch is patient, purposeful, searching—until he finds it. The spot that makes your breath stutter, that makes your fingers clutch at the sheets. A wicked smile ghosts over his lips.

"There," he murmurs, pressing into it again, dragging his fingers in a way that has your thighs trembling. "That’s it, sweetheart."

Your breath stutters, your fingers twisting into the sheets as Aaron works you open with slow, deliberate strokes. His dark eyes never leave your face, studying every gasp, every arch of your back, every tiny shiver that runs through you.

"That’s it," he murmurs, his voice low, reverent. "Let me take care of you."

His fingers move in a steady rhythm, coaxing, teasing, drawing you closer to something you’ve never quite reached before.

His free hand slides up, splaying over your stomach, grounding you as your body reacts to him. He watches, entranced, as your hips start to move, chasing the pleasure he’s giving you.

"You feel so good," he whispers, pressing his lips to your thigh, his breath warm against your sensitive skin. "So perfect."

A soft whimper escapes you, your hands reaching for him, needing more. Needing him. He groans at the sound, at the way you say his name like a plea.

"Patience, sweetheart," he soothes, but there’s a roughness to his voice now, his own restraint slipping. "I want this to last. I want to feel you fall apart for me."

His fingers curl, pressing into that perfect spot again, and your body jolts at the sensation.

His name spills from your lips, desperate, needy, and his answering growl vibrates against your skin.

"Aaron—"

"I know," he breathes, his movements picking up just slightly, his thumb brushing over your most sensitive spot in a way that makes your entire body tense. "You’re so close, aren’t you?"

You nod frantically, your breath coming in quick, uneven gasps. It’s building, that unfamiliar, unbearable pressure, coiling tighter and tighter inside you. Your body is trembling, your grip on him unrelenting. You’re right there.

And then—he stops.

A desperate cry leaves your lips as he pulls his fingers from you, his touch vanishing entirely.

Your body clenches around nothing, the pleasure slipping from your grasp as frustration crashes over you.

Aaron shushes you softly, his hands stroking over your thighs, your waist, soothing even as he denies you. His lips press against your skin, soft and reverent, as if apologizing for the torment.

"Not yet," he murmurs against your hip, his voice dark with something that makes your stomach tighten all over again. "Not until it’s me. Not until I feel you come undone around me."

Your breath is shaky, your body still trembling from the loss of it. Your lips part, ready to protest, to beg, but he’s already moving—pressing up over you, his body aligning with yours, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that steals the very breath from your lungs.

"You trust me?" he asks, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours.

"Yes," you whisper, no hesitation.

A slow, wicked smile curves his lips. "Then let me give you what you need."

And as he finally, finally gives you exactly that, you realize—he was right. This isn’t just want. This is need.

We reached 300 notes on my first smut 😢😢😢 thank you guys :( that means a lot

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[hoe4hotchner]

One thing to know about me is that if I see something I want I will 100% use my fbi fangirl “research” skills to track it down

Exhibit A: Greg Montgomery’s Harvard shirt

[robotmechagirl]

Painted my nails today

They look good UwU

Skirt fits just right and is comfy

I feel really connected to and present in my body. And bonus is that I look really cute, despite not putting in a lot of effort today. Which is pretty shocking to me because this is a long step away from even a year ago.

A year ago this skirt didn’t fit. My legs weren’t as thick, my hips were weren’t as wide, and it didn’t caress my waist area like it does so perfectly now. I hadn’t been wearing it because I remember it being too short, but the length doesn’t seem to bother me now. Nothing indecent seems to be showing and I can move around quite comfortably. Was I just insecure about my legs before???

Even in this loose fitting, red flannel, button up top tucked in I can still trace the curves of my sides and my chest. The softness of the skin and the painted nails makes my hands look so flippin’ fem.

I didn’t put makeup on my face today and it still looks good. I have a very androgynous face right now and fortunate enough to have clear skin. My hair does a lot to shape my face. Its length reaches to just below mid collar bone.

On a psyche level I feel like I’ve found my inner witch. I feel powerful. My vibe has been butterflies, dragonflies, and flowers. I feel a little more creative in decorating my space. I feel safe and secure with my partner and able to trust my own ability.

I’m feeling joy in day to day rituals and things. I’m feeling very open and communicative. I feel like I have a greater depth and range of emotions in general. My sadness is a bottomless well filled with chilly, dense water. My rage boils my blood and bloodlust. It is also utterly exhausting and painful. I can feel so much love that my heart bursts at its seams and is overflowing.

If you’re still reading I feel like I can be more vulnerable and more human. This has let me feel more comfortable with having a sexuality and let me open up to others a lot more. I don’t feel like I have to cross a canyon to get to these parts of myself anymore. This has been so freeing and definitely brought me more connection to other people. I feel like I can now access the whole human experience where before I felt very isolated from it.

I experience much less disassociation with myself and my surroundings. Things feel a little bit more real and weighty. I can feel pain again. No more numbness or desensitization. It’s put me on a more even keel with my mood.

[xpau-official]

Hihi, don't mind me popping in with another question. (If this count as a inquiry? Apologies if not-) But for the XPAU's sweaters designs, all of the characters, that is. How did you decide on the colours and details? Or well, the general designs for all of them

Hi! That counts as an inquiry, yes!

Designing the sweaters kind of came along as I drew them, though I did spend quite a bit of time planning out the words. There were lots of changes made throughout the whole process. Lots of research, lots of puns, lots of pictures.

You probably recognize that the designs somewhat match CPAU too! I tried keeping that clever simplicity so they can still be considered ugly but aren’t a pain to draw lol. Everyone is still from the CPAU timeline, hence the references. However, most of the designs were made on the spot without a ton of thought behind them.

Colour wise… Some people had colours planned, most didn’t. The sweaters were the easiest, but the rest like the pants? I just slapped random existing colours lmao colouring designs has never been my strong suit but I’m learning!

Of course, I kept everyone’s personalities in mind when making them. I tried to make them fit their character as best as I could while still making it silly, perhaps a little dumb! Many details have a bit of backstory to them (like you’ve seen with Dust). I definitely have more stories for everyone else!

Sorry for the ramble! I love talking about these little things haha

TLDR; No thoughts head empty only ugly chrimmas

i think ink’s sweater was designed in 15 seconds

[digitalfreak0ut]

(I’m not good at animation so bare with me lol.)

Their reunion is a little crazy. Aldrich sees her helping a soldier in battle and corners her. One thing leads to another and she’s disappeared into his empire (and his arms let’s be so for real.) As I’ve said it’s not kidnap if you’ve been trying to run away for months.

(oc’s: Aldrich + Odessa)

[dolcinos]

Kinda related to the conversation we just had under your post but I thought this would be better as an ask lol. Do you think there’s *any* possibility for Arthur to motivate Alfred into losing weight by promising him sex if he manages to get to a point where that’s like.. comfortably possible on a physical level? Like *real* sex, penetration and everything. Alfred even gets to choose if he wants to top or bottom or both, Arthur would mobilise all his stamina for his love hehe

i think the main thing that would finally make alfred put real effort into getting into shape, would be arthur genuinely sitting him down and saying his weight is affecting their sex life way too much. not even arthur being snarky, or trying to grill him, but genuinely and seriously having a talk with him about it, because that is what scares alfred the most. has him gulping and sweating a bit when it happens, honestly.

after that, he probably considers the state of himself. how he hasn’t been able to see his buried dick in years, how he hasn’t jerked himself off in even longer, how he definitely misses getting to penetrate arthur and getting fully penetrated by arthur. these options have not been on the table for years at this point.

something definitely switches in his brain that day, a lot of it being an ego thing that he needs to be able to brandish his american sausage again and also needs to be able to satisfy his partner. he just needs to get to the point where his fupa and overhang don’t get in the way and swallow everything, where he can actually manage to get his dick in arthur. and he just needs his ass cheeks to shrink enough where arthur fucking him is possible. no aiming for numbers on the scale, he’s just solely focused on doing those things, working out to regain his stamina and slimming down the high-fat areas of his body. that is a much greater motivator for him than quantifying pounds.

[plumefeline]

It’s not that I reject love, magic, or whimsy—I think I just struggle to believe they apply to me. I don’t see myself as pessimistic, but maybe I’ve grown too jaded, too accustomed to reality as it is, rather than as it could be. Maybe part of me feels unlovable, undeserving, or simply incapable of experiencing that kind of wonder. I don’t know if it’s something I can unlearn.

I truly try to be softer, happier, laugh more. But despite all that, I still feel as though I lack something essential, as if those qualities aren’t meant for me. The hardest part is that I don’t think losing weight, getting fitter, or improving my health would change how I feel about this. Wherever you go, there you are, right?

you should really get comfortable believing in love and magic and whimsy or you’ll continue to live a half-life for the rest of the time you have on earth

[midnight-stormm]

Omg I just got an essay in my inbox and I thought it was for this account. I got so nervous, I'm over here thinking I said something wrong😭😭

[alpirsoahpp]

I just remembered how I somehow convinced myself that in the show gelphie is still canon

lemme explain:

glinda is telling the story to the munchkins right, and she saw how strongly they reacted when she told them they were only friends so she decides to keep up her public image she's already sacrificed so much for by leaving their gayness out of the story she tells

HOWEVER the songs are not something she's telling them and are instead a glimpse into the actual thoughts, feelings, and dialogue of these characters (example: the wizard and i is what elphaba was truly feeling and thinking in that moment, and not part of what glinda is telling the munchkins)

so that means we see their actual feelings in the songs:

"in what is this feeling" they're like really in denial but are totally crushing on each other;

in "dancing through life" they do the sappho dance together at the ozdust;

in "popular" they actually act that gay;

in "one short day" they're no longer in denial but agree to hide it in front of the wizard ("we're just two friends/two good friends/two best friends");

and in "defying gravity" when elphaba sings "kiss me goodbye" to glinda it's fr an invitation to kiss and later when they sing the "unlimited" part and she says "together we'll be the greatest team there's ever been/glinda, dreams they way we've planned em" it's confirmation that they are canonically a power couple of uhaul lesbians

I won't get into act two bc I don't wanna spoil that for anyone bc it's soooo good and I think everyone should go into it blind if they can

so anyways ik its a stretch and it doesn't really make sense but that's just me holding space for lesbians in denial

[hotchmoach]

Let’s just say I love THOMAS GIBSON IN get it over with this man chief kiss 💋 I miss Aaron Hotchner I will always be a Thomas Gibson defender always idc 💖💖💖💖💖

[hoe4hotchner]

I’ve never blocked anyone faster than when I just saw someone on tiktok say that:

“Hotch has no good stories and was always uptight and mean”

We ride at dawn besties!! Someone needs the biggest slap to the face that we can collectively give

[cryptic-arr0w]

Why is there no Indian representation in like anything that isn’t kinda offensive

[sleeqymoon]

cutest sunshine in the entire universe, space, and beyond 🗣️ 🌺

[limbcom]

"Holding your hand doesn't have to mean that I accept your friendship," the liar said to the truthful, trying to lie in front of the only person who understands his intentions.

He knows, of course, that the liar did not lie. For the liar is also the truthful.

[strawberijasper]

so... some people on tiktok have been making sibling swap stuff, except a lot of them feel like either color palette swaps/miss the entire points of these characters so I decided to make my own because I was being autistic about it. so now I have an entire au :3c

I have more of these designs in the works but have these two for now

[kwadlayns]

Small crows' hang out 🐦‍⬛🧡

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Bonus: their hand poses match their 3rd Year Karasuno jerseys (Yachi is automatic #4, of course)