Today I attended a pride parade in my city. I walked with my union. 🌈
It’s mandatory for kindergartens and schools in Norway to promote equality, equal worth and diversity.
I am a kindergarten teacher. We have a Framework Plan for Kindergartens.
“Kindergartens shall promote equity and equality irrespective of gender, functional ability, sexual orientation, gender identity and expression, ethnicity, culture, social status, language, religion and world view. Kindergartens shall combat all forms of discrimination and promote compassion.”
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♡ hot seat, hotter mouth bimbo!reader convinces hotch to take a polygraph test
✧ priorities and pretty things your beauty routine is sacred, but so is aaron's favorite way to decompress. looks like tonight you'll have to manage both
✧♡ just the tip(s) aaron learns the hard way that upping your maintenance allowance has unexpected, explicit perks. especially when you insist on showcasing your newest investment while he's stuck miles away.
✩♡ collagen crisis skincare fixes a lot of things, but it won't stop you from spiraling over how much older aaron looks since he started dating you
♡ peak ovulation bimbo!assistant!reader's period tracker warns you to avoid attractive men today. you failed spectacularly.
♡ bought & paid for you push hotch's buttons just to see how far you can take it, and today, you finally find out
✧ third date rule the third date rule proves to be worth the wait when you and hotch experience your first time together
♡ hot & bothered (no, like, literally, you have a fever) bimbo!assistant!reader is feverish, clingy & just a little delirious, except, not too delirious to shamelessly flirt with your very attractive, very exasperated boyfriend.
♡ red flags & pink-colored glasses hotch shouldn't be at this bar, shouldn't be watching bimbo!assistant!reader while you dance in that too-short dress and he definitely shouldn't be the one trying to teach you a lesson about bad men, not when he's fighting every instinct to be one.
♡ cuddle retention program it’s valentine’s day and all bimbo!assistant!reader wants is for hotch to stay in bed a litttttleeee longer
✧ space between distraction & indulgence bimbo!assistant reader want's aaron attention. aaron wants to finish his case notes. too bad for him, you always get what you want
♡ house rules bimbo!asssitant!reader hasn't been answering her phone all day, hotch needs her to clarify something about a case report, or at least that's what he tells himself when he shows up at her house
✧ laced with love hotch is away on a case and insists you spend his money while he's gone, so you spend it on something you both enjoy later
♡ the funny thing about him the team thinks it's absurd that bimbo!assistant!reader finds hotch hilarious
♡ smiling like a fool hotch is the one making bimbo!assistant!reader flustered for once
♡ business of making babies bimbo!assistant!reader gets hotch worked up at the casual mention of kids
♡ rainy with a chance of hotch bimbo!assistant!reader gets caught in the rain
♡ talk about a bad date bimbo!assistant!reader went on a shitty ass date and calls hotch to her rescue
♡ training day bimbo!assistant!reader doesn't understand why hotch is giving her training lessons, but apparently he thinks she needs it
♡ good luck charm bimbo!assistant!reader is gone for the morning and leaves hotch a couple sticky notes
♡ jealousy, jealousy a witness flirts with hotch and bimbo!assistant!reader thinks that hotch is reciprocating
♡ semantics bimbo!assistant!reader flirts with an officer that has been driving hotch mad all day
♡ strawberry wine hotch is a lot more flirty when he's got some alcohol in him (bimbo!assistant!reader)
♡ my boss won’t be happy about this bimbo!assistant!reader is wrongfully arrested and hotch is not happy about it
♡ my assistant bimbo!assistant!reader can't reach a book so hotch helps you out
hotch isn't sure how to focus on morgan's words when you're under his desk taking him down your throat
pairings: perv!hotch x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ MDNI, power imbalance, public sex, oral male receiving, deepthroating, hotch being a perv, corruption kink?, voyeuristic tension, just very filthy yall if it's not your vibe scroll, not consistent with hotch's character
wc: 0.9k
Hotch sagged into his chair, knuckles blanched white against the armrests, his breath shuddering through grit teeth.
You looked stunning like this.
Knees to the floor, hands braced on his thighs, mouth stretched wide around his cock, eyes blown wide with obedience, submission, need. It was devotion in its purest, filthiest form.
You hadn’t always been like this. He’d made you this way, broken you in, reshaped you into something depraved and desperate for him. He should feel some semblance of guilt, some shred of remorse for training something once pure.
But all he felt was ownership. How could he mourn said purity when corruption looked this pretty on you. His hands drifted into your hair, tangling at the roots, trying to reign himself in, trying not to just hold your head down and fuck his name into your throat.
"That's it, sweet girl."
Your tongue teased the underside of him as you sucked him in, cheeks hollowing out. Spit slicked your lips, dribbled down your chin, but you didn’t stop, you just let him sink further, your throat tightening exquisitely around him.
And he saw it. The way your thighs pressed together like it might somehow ease the ache between them. The way your hips jerked, needy and mindless, like you could ride the fucking air if it meant some kind of relief. You were dripping for him. He knew it. Turned on by nothing but the act of taking him down your throat.
Hotch’s breath hitched before breaking into a rough, knowing chuckle.
"Sweetheart," he murmured, voice a dark promise, guiding you further down his length inch by inch. "You need something between those pretty thighs, don't you?"
He could see it, picture exactly how messy you were. Slick and swollen, that perfect little cunt drenched enough for him to slide his fingers right in, no resistance at all.
You whimpered around him, a fragile, shattered sound that sent pleasure slicing through his body. His fingers dug into your scalp, borderline bruising. His cock pulsed against your tongue as the wet heat of your mouth pulled him deeper, threatening to swallow him whole. He was aware of the irony. His head tipped back, vision going hazy, pleasure teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"That's it, baby. Keep making those pretty sounds for me."
The door swung open without warning, and for a split second, Hotch saw red. Blood-boiling, jaw-clenching, murderous red. Because of course. Because life was a sick, twisted bastard that got off on taking what little gratification he allowed himself.
His fingers curled deeper into your hair, not to punish you, but to warn. Enough to make you understand exactly what was at stake. If you so much as moved, if you got too greedy, too impatient, he’d remember. And later, when you were writhing underneath him, he’d make you beg for forgiveness.
Morgan leaned against the doorway, raising a brow. "You got a second?"
Hotch swallowed hard, suppressing the vicious fuck off that nearly slipped past his lips. A second. That’s all it would take, for Morgan to step forward, shift his angle, and see. See what was happening under the desk. See how your tongue was still pressing against the vein of his cock.
From where Morgan stood, he saw nothing but a man at his desk, looking slightly irritated, maybe a little tense.
"I'm a little busy, Morgan." It was a shade too hoarse.
Morgan shrugged, oblivious. "It'll only take a minute."
Hotch risked a glance, brief, fleeting, but enough to see the way you clung to him. Nails biting into his thighs, sharp little crescents pressing into the fabric of his slacks, struggling to stay good for him. But fuck, he could feel everything, every careful swallow, every delicate flutter of your throat, the hot breath against his skin. Holding still changed nothing. If anything, it only made it worse.
Morgan kept talking.
Hotch registered the sound of his voice, something about a lead, an alibi, a suspect, but the words were a distant buzz, drowned out by the blood pounding in his ears. He should be listening. He should care. But focus was a distant concept.
Not when you shifted, the smallest adjustment of your weight. His cock kicked, the sensation slamming into him so hard it left him breathless. His hands moved to his desk, fingers dug so tight it should’ve splintered the wood. Every muscle strained to fight against the need to react.
"Everything okay?"
Morgan was staring.
Hotch exhaled through his nose. "Fine. Just a headache."
Morgan stretched, rolling his shoulders. "Alright, well I just wanted to keep you in the loop."
Hotch gave a stiff nod. Didn’t trust himself to say more. Couldn’t risk a single slip.
"Appreciate it." Now get the fuck out.
Morgan turned toward the door, then paused, glancing back. "By the way have you seen angel?"
Hotch didn't react. Didn't move. Didn’t breathe. He played it perfectly, except for one fatal mistake.
He looked down.
And Jesus Christ, that was the worst fucking decision in his life.
You were sinful perfection, mouth trapped tight around him, spit glistening at the corner of your lips, those wide, tear-priced eyes looking up at him like you lived to be like this. To be his.
“She’s —” His voice was scraped down to the bone. He cleared his throat. "She's running an errand for me."
Morgan shook his head. "Man, you gotta let her breathe every once in a while."
And dammit, Hotch almost laughed.
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✧ under the desk policy
hotch isn't sure how to focus on morgan's words when you're under his desk taking him down your throat
✧ no vacancy
perv!hotch has been good at keeping his hands to himself, but when a long case turns into sharing a room with you it’s only a matter of time before he breaks
✧ short skirt, long day
on paperwork days you tend to wear short skirts, one day perv!aaron decides to take advantage of that
✩ dead from the waist down you learned to seduce your way into being loved. hotch wants to teach you that you don't have to earn love at all.
✧ second helpings it started with second helpings and ended with him pinning you against a dressing room wall in navy slacks
✩ sum of their expectations hotch had thought meeting your family was just another formality, an inevitable step in your relationship. but after an evening with them he realizes two things — they will never deserve you, and you will never have to face them alone again.
♡ two heartbeats later you weren’t planning for another baby, but life doesn’t wait for timing to be perfect and hotch shows you that sometimes the best things are the ones you don’t see coming
✩ murphy's law you have spent your whole life thinking love was something that could be lost. aaron has spent his whole life proving that things worth fighting for don't go anywhere
♡ a puddle in running shoes your boyfriend finds out you have a praise kink and is having way too much fun with that information
✧ the hypothesis spencer and aaron want your help settling a debate of arousal
♡ secret nicknames hotch accidentally calls you your middle name at work causing suspicion in the team
♡ schoolboy-esque spencer and hotch spend the day competing for your attention
✩♡ too emotional you and hotch are taken hostage, hotch makes some comments, but is it part of the plan or did he mean that?
♡ late night podcast hotch finds you fast asleep to the soothing sound of a seriel killer podcast
♡ stupid crush being the youngest member of the bau you think you have no shot with your hot boss
✩ please, don't prove 'em right aaron hotchner is a busy man and he tends to disappoint you by missing important events pt 1, pt 2
♡ they think i'm pregnant the team thinks you're pregnant and you decide to have a little fun with it
♡ give this old man a heart attack you almost get yourself killed on a case and hotch has some choice words about it
✧ ideas from a book in which hotch catches you reading smut and finds out you have a gun kink
♡ some profiler you are in which hotch insists you stay with him after you get shot
✧ spoiled in which hotch overhears your conversation with penelope and decides to do something about it
✩♡ talking to a brick wall you overheard aaron’s not so nice words about you
✩ the manuscript you find a series of letters aaron wrote you in college
♡ office sleepover you get put on a hit list and have to stay over at the office pt 1, pt 2, pt 3
♡ bumper to bumper you can't seem to park your car and hotch is the man to help
✧ negotiation with mr. h pt 1 pt 2 hotch doesn't know what to do when his nanny flirts with him out of the blue
♡ parent-teacher conference nanny!reader isn't too happy about a teacher trying to flirt with her boss
♡ laundry day hotch notices a difference in how his clothes smell and realizes his nanny might have something to do with that
♡ date night nanny!reader comes home after the worst date
♡ marked territory you are not happy about a consultant trying to make a move on your man
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♡ lovin’ you is just like sipping on straight syrup, sugar, sticky soda after inviting robby to your birthday drinks on impulse, you're shocked when he actually shows up and even more shocked by how much you like having him there.
✧ ♡ devil’s advocate you show up at the hospital to bring jack lunch wearing a very short skirt. robby acts like an ass about it. eventually he apologizes in the way he knows best... with his tongue
♡ several unrelated observations about a man named justin dr. robby is an excellent doctor, a good teacher, and deeply committed to professional boundaries. right up until someone flirts with his favorite intern
♡ what jack doesn't know you have no poker face, no self-preservation instinct, and absolutely no business being in a situationship with your brother's best friend. you're in one anyway.
♡ it was only a field trip / 'til my blood cooled a tired intern accidentally imprints on her attending. unfortunately for him, the feeling is mutual he’s just better at lying about it.
♡ cold front incoming you get labeled as a teacher's pet when dr. robby lets you borrow his jacket
♡ DADDY FIGURE robby rats you out for calling jack a "daddy figure" during a father's day joke
♡ lullabye (goodnight, my angel) jack celebrates mother’s day with you — his pregnant wife.
♡ sweet cherries you consistently test the boundaries, secure in the knowledge that jack abbot will inevitably rescue you from your own decisions.
♡ tick tock, biological clock you're proactively planning your fertility like a responsible med student. dr. abbot, however, would greatly prefer you planned literally anything else.
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oh to be Sammy's hot baddie neighbor in 2009 that he has a crush on, with your lil wooden wedges and capri + halterneck combo just click clacking around. pink motorola razr stuck to your ear while u chat w your girls and sunbathe on ur lawn in that itty bitty playboy bikini that's keeping absolutely nothing contained.
poor sammy having to rush in n out of the house head hung in shame cause otherwise he'll end up bright red stammering hellos and goodbyes to you while his eyes oogle your round tits and juicy hips and perky round bottom. is that a new belly button piercing? he rly shouldn't be looking!
n it's just his luck that your bedroom is right opposite his bathroom, a fact he only learned of one night when he was brushing his teeth and got distracted by your form through the window, bouncing on what was a very lucky man that Sammy totally wasn't jealous of while his own marriage crumbled.
It's not his fault that his dick chubbed up at the sight, poor baby trying to ignore it and get back to business even though he saw you bunny hopping in his lap every time he closed his eyes. could just picture your frosty lipgloss smeared from his kisses, mascara runny and hair teased as he manhandled you around the bed as he pleased, tugging you back on his fat cock by your thick hips and making you take it until you squirted all over his sheets.
Christ, this all started cause you dressed so slutty...how couldn't he look when you strutted in your lil juicy tracksuit or jean shorts, whale tail showing and a dumb little tramp stamp just above it?
Sammy would bet you were a squealer, even if the thought mortified him. confirmed when he heard you cumming so hard and so loud that he had to shut his own window before he came in his pajama bottoms too.
And the next morning its all "good morning, officer Bryant~"'s, in your lil satin robe while you get your mail, looking all smug and pretty like you knew that last night he imagined it was you under him instead of tammi. you that he was bending in half like a pretzel, ankles to his ears, and back arched, pounding you stupid on his cock until he fucked his baby in your belly.
Poor Sammy can't take the look, your 'fuck me' eyes and pretty smile beguiling, almost begging him to take what he wants, not when he knows that he's easy as hell when it came to u... he had a marriage to try and keep together, even if you tested him like crazy and his wife was actually nuts.
Shane Hollander stopped giving his trademark media trained, ultra-sanitized answers to the press after moving to the Centaurs and marrying Ilya. This is mainly because being with Ilya openly empowers him in a way a lifetime supply of cocaine could only dream of. He spent over a decade censoring himself and the only thing it really accomplished was keeping him away from the love of his life. Now, every rebellious answer, every opinionated response is a love letter, both to himself and to Ilya. It is a declaration of how far he has come and how much further he can go now that he has his husband at his side. Most of all, it is the ultimate proof that he has finally stopped living for other people and started living for himself, and the best way to do that is to make slightly unhinged statements to the press because it turns Ilya on like nothing else, and for Shane, getting absolutely railed post game is the ultimate act of self-care. Good job Shane, keep doing you and getting done by your husband.
Girl Dad Park the Shark who read a news article years ago about girls getting left behind in STEM. So, when it comes time for his daughters to go to school, he's picking a private school with great science and math programs...cause there's no way his girls are getting left behind or overlooked because they aren't boys...
If his kids just so happen to be more artsy and less science minded, then he's paying for dance lessons, music lessons, and every art class under the sun...
He honestly isn't the kind of parent who's going to scoff if his kids aren't choosing the same career path as him.
More than anything he just wants his kids to have a well rounded education.
He starts college funds the second he sees a positive pregnancy test. Reader seriously catches him on the phone with his financial advisor the night she tells him she's pregnant...Park is sorting out his accounts and getting advice on the best way to start up a college savings account for his kid.
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hiding away in andrew’s room whenever his brothers throw some big party…
…your legs thrown over his shoulders, ankles locked behind his mess of auburn curls that have had your hands run through them in languid strokes. his lips attached to your clit, tongue lolling out to caress the sensitive bundle of nerves before sliding down your wet heat to collect the slick arousal that leaked from your weeping entrance.
lips puffy and red from the burn of his subtle stubble, the bite of his sharp canines against the flesh of your mouth sending white hot electric waves up and down your spine.
the bass from the loud speakers vibrating the mattress beneath you, adding to the intense sensations of andrew’s tongue swiping through your folds with a surgeons precision, intense gaze focused on your tits spilling out from your top that was pulled, no, ripped down the middle in his haste to get his hands on you.
“taste so good, sweetheart. all mine, she’s all mine, isn’t she? just crying for me, yeah. i’ll take good care of her.”
his voice rumbled against your clit, throat bobbing as he took a heavy whiff of your musk, your scent. the familiarity of his place between your legs, pupils blown, hands bruising your thighs as he dove back in for another helping, sending you into the depths of pleasure over, and over, and over…
a/n: just a quick drabble for sweet andrew, somebody get me this man so i can play with his hair ASAP !! andrew come home the kids miss you.. i hope y’all enjoy xoxo
