First and foremost, this blog is strictly NSFW/18+. Minors do not interact. If your age is not in your bio and/or your blog is empty, I will block you. This is for your safety and for my own, so please respect this, thank you.
Now since that is out of the way, heeeyyyyy, y'all! My name is Morgan and if you are here from my main account, congrats and welcome! And if you're not, then be prepared for the brain rot hehe ;)
This is for the criminal minds spicy content - content I will not post on my main blog. This will range from fanfic inspiration posts/reblogs to photos/gifs that remind me of my favorite BAU DILF. The comments I will make on photos and in the tags will be very NSFW in nature, so if that bothers you, please go ahead and see yourself out.
Main -> @ssamorganhotchner
Tags (so far):
#morgannsfw - in general, every post will be tagged with this
#ficinspo - inspiration for fanfics
#that's my daddy - any photo of the DILF himself
#hotchspiration - gifs/photos/quotes that remind me of said DILF.
#daddys fucktoy - I think this one is self explanatory 😀😵💫
#daddy please :( - things I would like the DILF to do to me
Also I can't believe I have to say this, but unless you are Aaron Hotchner himself, do NOT send me a picture of your dick. Keep that shit to yourself. It is not, nor will it ever be, wanted.
Until the bed breaks, until my jaw fell off, until my legs are shaking uncontrollably, on the kitchen counter, on the wall, on the floor, on the bathroom, on the couch, on the table, on the grass, on the sand, on every pose, missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, cuddling
Could you make a fic where the reader is a member of the bau and she has crush on hotch and she has a dream about him then she’s really attracted to hotchs hands and he notices and he starts to like flex his hands infront of her and teases her about it then they fuck
Sorry if that doesn’t make sense lmao 💀
i wrote something similar but not exact. i hope you still enjoy though! this is longer than i expected lol. so here is 1,000 words about aaron’s hands
mdni - hand kink, fingering (f receiving) , praise
You couldn’t help looking at Aaron’s fingers as he gave the presentation on the case. You tried your best to pay attention to the case, you really did. But every time you looked at Aaron, your gaze would fixate on his fingers as your thoughts would drift to not-so-innocent places. It was wrong, you knew it was. Aaron was your boss, you were his subordinate. And yet, here you were, thinking about getting absolutely fingered blasted by your boss.
By the time you all touched down in Minneapolis, Minnesota, you tried your best to ignore your inappropriate thoughts. You tried your best to remain focused on the case and to not pay attention to Hotch unless absolutely necessary. But it was hard when everyone was sat in the precinct and Aaron had his fingers intertwined together as he sat and listened to everyone discuss the case.
Your mind drifted as you thought about the way Aaron’s fingers would feel inside of you, working you to an orgasm. You put one leg over the other, a subtle way to clench your thighs without anyone noticing. And after a sip of coffee, you got yourself out of your thoughts and back to the case.
After a long night, everyone had gone to the hotel with no leads on the case. It was frustrating, to say the least, but you were grateful. Perhaps an orgasm and a good night’s rest would help you be more focused for tomorrow. You had just gotten out of the shower, dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt, when there was a knock at your hotel door. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you hadn’t been expecting anyone. You walked over to the door, looking out the peephole to see Aaron standing there and without hesitation, you opened the door.
“Is everything alright?” You asked as you opened the door, looking at your boss as he stood in front of you.
Aaron eyed you, taking in your appearance. “I actually came here to ask you the same thing,” He said, a concerned look in his eye. “Your mind seemed elsewhere today and I wanted to check in with you to make sure you were alright.”
Because of course, he noticed your behavior. Your cheeks visibly reddened, causing you to look down at the ground in embarrassment before you turned your gaze back to Aaron’s face. “I-uh, yeah, I’m okay,” You replied, clearing your throat. You moved to open the door wider, allowing Aaron into the room. You closed the door behind him.
“Are you sure?” He asked gently, standing in your hotel room. “If there’s something wrong, you can talk to me about it. While I am your unit chief, I am also here for you as a friend and I want you to feel-”
“It’s your hands,” You interrupted Aaron from his rambling, visibly cringing at yourself.
Aaron’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, tilting his head slightly as he looked at you with his chocolate brown eyes that made you feel so weak in the knees. “My hands?”
You nodded your head, biting your lip. You were standing a good distance away from Aaron, knowing that this confession could very well cost you your position or at the very least, cause an awkward relationship with your boss. “They’re very…distracting, sir,” you said, still biting your lip.
“Is that so?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow, and taking a step towards you. That single step established something between the two of you that neither of you would back out of. “How are they distracting?” His voice went a bit lower. He was standing right in front of you as he spoke.
“I-I-uh,” You stuttered as you hadn’t expected such a reaction from Aaron. The proximity made your heart race, and your reddened cheeks felt as though they got hotter.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” Aaron murmured, putting a tentative hand on your cheek.
And that’s how you landed on the edge of the mattress, naked, with Aaron sitting between your legs with his sleeves rolled up. He had two fingers buried inside of your cunt, moving at a slow pace as he got a feel for your pussy. “God, you’re soaking, sweetheart,” he said, licking his lips as he looked at your cunt and then at your face.
You let out a shaky whine, watching as Aaron’s fingers disappeared in and out of you. You were desperate, to say the least. You’ve been so turned on all day today and now that you were finally getting relief, in a way that you hadn’t expected to happen, you knew you weren’t going to last long. “Feels so good,” You moaned, biting your lip as you looked at Aaron.
Aaron hummed, speeding up his movements as he curled his fingers inside of you. “I’m glad, sweetheart,” he said, a small smile on his lips as he watched you. You were beautiful with your eyes blown out, cheeks red, and pussy glistening. All because of Aaron. He knew it was wrong. He was indeed your boss but he could hardly care when your body so clearly needs him.
You moaned a bit louder as Aaron curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot dead on. “O-oh, fuck,” You moaned, feeling yourself getting close. The heat was growing in your abdomen. “I-”
“I know, baby, I know,” Aaron said, fingering you at a consistent rhythm. “Go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.”
And that’s all you needed to let go as you clamped your thighs around Aaron’s hand, shaking as you came around his fingers. Your eyes rolled back, your toes curled, and your back arched. You were absolutely a sight to behold and it was all because of Aaron. Which is why he made you cum at least three more times before he fucked you into oblivion.
being limp under an older man as you feel their chest rubbing against your back from fucking their load so deep into you. “fuuuck, do you hear how wet you are? you were begging me to stop not so long ago and now you’re just gasping into the covers like a fucked out cockslut.” the final thrust they deliver making you feel the need to squeeze your eyes tighter as tears drip out and you feel a bigger pool of drool leaking from your mouth as your pussy spasms around them.
in my little kitty pool w a margarita & a good book. it would be a shame if some big, tall, strong, older man with dark hair were to take advantage of me 😵💫
i would be like this constantly & not be able to focus… like ever. he pairs me with him? in that vest?? without a jacket?? 😫🦋🦋🦋🦋 oh fuck.
he’s taking down an unsub? alone? tackling them to the ground? make it me daddy, fuck 😫 grab me by my hair, throw me against the wall, and fuck my face until i can’t breathe. 🤤😵💫
The feminine urge to have dirty things whispered in my ear in public so he can watch me squirm and sweat, to let him take up-skirt pictures of me that he can get off to later, to be slammed up against the nearest surface and ravaged for being such an attention whore🤤
God do I wanna be praised, but in a degrading way..
“Look at you, my perfect little whore, taking daddy’s cock so well because that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? Isn’t it? You look so pretty just lying there while daddy uses you like the little fuck doll you are.. shhh don’t make a sound you pathetic little slut, you asked for this”
