thomas laughing getting more traction than him moaningâ
i thought we were all horny but we all just craving peace love and laughter fr huh
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love when christians threaten ppl with the rapture. like youre all gonna leave at once? for free? im so downnn
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OMFGGFFG CUTEST THING
sheâs the dancing queen young and sweet đȘ©
disco ball time before bed đđđșđșđ
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Lari, I just reread on your page this and it has me writing at hyper speed: "thinking about sean telling aaron that heâs not their dad"
This just inspired a bit of dialog in an upcoming fic and boy did it hurt. Aaron and Sean have a BIG fight and I'm trying to decide if Aaron should forgive Sean for what he says to him. I am making Aaron suffer. Now to forgive or to not forgive???
aaron would definitely forgive sean, heâs the big brother, heâs stern and acts like a father so even when sean is screwing up, not being present, aaron has nothing but love and concern for his well being!!!!
BUTTTTTT even if he doesnt hold a grudge and forgives easily, he wouldnt go after sean if the argument isnt his fault, he owns up to his wrongs and he expects sean to do the same, so if sean goes up to him to apologize then yeah, forgiveness 100%
but if he doesnt, then its gonna be years of no talking like we see in season⊠8?
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you know what?
aaronâs soft voice calling jack buddy
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whats the point of a man wearing a tie other than it being there so i can pull it to bring him close to me preferably to kiss him �
NONE
its there for that and that only
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oh fuck
best of luck
in case anyone was wondering what part of the show iâm at.
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â help me hold onto you âą aaron hotchner
fem!reader, unprotected vaginal sex, a bit of angst.
he knew he would be in trouble whenever he turned those keys. what he wasnât expecting was how big the trouble would be. he had no idea he would open the door to three bags full of clothes and other things he left at your place as the months passed, waiting for him.
âdarling? whatâwhat are these?â he asks even though he knows the answer, hoping you want to at least talk about it before making any harsh decisions. youâve been in a relationship for almost a year now and it works. it always worked.
normally you wouldnât drink before an argument, still when he gets to the kitchen he sees you calmly sipping on a tall glass of wine, fingers tapping on the table, hair up, face clean but red, you were in your pajamas already, nothing like you probably looked hours before.
âwhatâs the only thing i asked of you, aaron?â you donât move, donât glance up at him, eyes focused solely on how the purplish red liquid moved in your glass, taking a big sip right after.
aaron sighs in frustration, he didnât want this to become a fight. he was so tired. âi know, iâm sorryââ
âanswer the question, please.â
âdonât make promises i canât keep.â he takes his tie off quickly, suddenly feeling suffocated by the fabric surrounding his neck. thatâs why your relationship worked, you knew he was busy and his schedule was unpredictable, so very early on you accepted it as it was, saying you wouldnât be mad at him as long as he didnât break any promises. if youâre not sure, donât promise me you will be able to make it.
first months he wouldnât promise you anything, too afraid to break it, to disappoint you.
he watches as you take the wine in a mouthful and refills the glass, the bottle now empty and starts getting frustrated, youâre a loud drunk and youâre surely already getting tipsy.
this was the first time he slipped up, it didnât need to be such a big deal, it didnât avail to having his things right at the door as if he was getting kicked out. all the other times he promised he could take time off, he did it. justâteens were getting kidnapped, the team needed him.
âwe saved two girls today.â low blow. but it was true, he wasnât back in time because of that, he got on the jet instead of staying back to do that. to save two thirteen year old girls. not some futile reason. it had to count for something.
âiâm proud of you for that, aaron. are you proud of me? for the promotion we were supposed to celebrate with my boss? or are our accomplishments only worth it when itâs about saving someone?â you raise your voice only slightly, the alcohol from the sweet wine getting to you slowly and then all at once.
you always tried your best to keep your voice down when arguing with him, simply because he never raised his, and it could be an endearing feature if it didnât look like he did it to look like the rational one, the right one.
âthatâs not what i saidââ
âi know what you said. you want to make the fact you let me down okay because you did a wonderful thing someplace else. thatâs not how it works.â you open the second bottle of wine of the night, feeling his eyes on your back. âi want you to leave.â
âyou know this is ridiculous, youâre acting like a child.â sore spot. you were a few years younger and that had never been a problem. but he couldnât go back now, he could see the anger darkening your eyes, your knuckles turning white by the strength youâre using to grip on the edge of the table.
âhow am i a child?â you begin slowly and keeping your voice down, you get up finally from the chair you had been sitting, facing him directly, his instincts make him try to touch your arms, but you dodge it quickly. âwe had an agreement. you broke it. am i a child for not giving you permission to hurt me again?â
he knows youâre about to snap, your chest coming up and down in rapid breaths, and he doesnât feel particularly in the right, he knows he screwed up and heâs sorry, but your reaction is out of proportion to him, an exaggeration made to make him feel more guilty than he already does. âi said youâre acting like a child. the one time things donât go your way and youâre packing me out?â aaron almost feels the sharpness of a slap but heâs quick enough to grab your wrist. âsee? proving my point.â
âhow many times do i have to accept you screwing up so i can be seen as mature?â you yank your arm out of his grip and go back to your drink, âsame times as haley? how many times did she forgive you so you could go around and do it all again?â
lower blow.
hotch feels it right in his core and heâs angry at you for bringing up but more so angry at himself because you were right. still, it is anger nonetheless that guides his next actions, quickly and firmly walking up to you, caging you against the table in sudden movements.
your breath hitches from the surprise, and your attempt to move is stopped by his roughed hands on your chin, firm but never close to hurting. âiâm not leaving.â you wince, not in fear of him, but of how easy he can make your mind go blank when heâs that close.
his eyes go from your eyes to your lips, he notices your failed attempt to conceal the way you licked your lips, he glances at your chest, heavy breathing under your thin pajama shirt, nipples hardening against the fabric.
damn you for choosing wine.
hotch reads your mind almost, but his smirk doesnât last too long displayed on his lips, your hands pulling him by the neck, a low groan followed by a âfuck thisâ leaving your wine tasting lips just mere seconds before gluing to his.
eager to get your forgiveness, he is quick to follow your lead, both hands sneaking under your clothes, one down the waistband of your shorts, grabbing hard on the flesh of your ass, the other drawing soft circles on your nipple.
you melt into the kiss, his lips, his hands, his scent, him. and you have no time to feel bad about it, pulled up to sit on the table, legs around his waist, you can feel how hard he is against your wetness.
a pained whimper leaves his lips when you use the new position to grind onto him, needing something, anything against your clit at this point.
aaron sinks his teeth into your bottom lip to get your full attention, earning a loud moan in response, his hands travel your thighs and you pull his shirt out his pants so you can feel his skin under your fingertips, not bothering to unbutton them and working with what you got under it.
his lips travel your neck and your collarbone, âi love you, so, so muchâ. his declaration comes in between kisses and the sucking of your skin, âplease donât make me leave after this.â it comes in a whisper now, but he doesnât stop, pushing your shorts down and sliding it down till it drops to the floor with your help.
âjust shut up and take your pants off.â
âyou know i can only do one of those.â it makes you laugh and you sink your nails to the bit of fat on his side, the tiniest bit of annoyance at how easy he had you in the palm of his hand and how he didnât even seem to know it truly.
on the edge of the table sliding his hard cock into your folds was an easy feat, pants, shoes and his boxers long gone, his socks stayed on almost making him lose balance as he feels just how wet you are. he drops his head, forehead on your shoulder
âfuckâoh my god, you are so wet, youâre always so wet for me.â it isnât arrogant, itâs appreciative almost, you move his head so you can look at him, hot, sweaty already, cheeks so red as his eyes were glassy, the mix of lust and love and regret clear in his dark caramel irises.
you kiss him once more, sweet, forgiving and he takes this as his sign to continue, pushing you down the table, hotch holds your thighs for support, plunging his cock into your wet cunt with ease, bottoming out at the first thrust. you enjoyed the stretching pain and you never had the patience to wait.
lower lips between your teeth, you slide one of your hands to your clit, two fingers working your arousal, quickly replaced by aaronâs calloused fingers. you arch your back and moan loudly, âfuck, yes, and move.â
it feels like an order and for hotch it is one, he is delighted to oblige, maintaining the same finger moves on your clit and beginning to fuck your pussy, strong, firm and precise at first.
âhoney, fuckâpleaseâŠâ his begging is meant to warn you that if you keep clenching around him he wonât be able to control himself, you almost donât listen, fingers working on your own nipples enjoying the high he is always able to get you in.
âaaronâiâm⊠fuck, donât stop, youâre so good.â
the praising, the guidance, the reassurance, it makes the moans leaving his lips seem like whining, he enjoys it too much.
âyeah? like this?â the way your hands try to grab him is enough answer to him, along with how tight your pussy is throbbing against him, youâre almost there, he can feel it.
his movements on your clit get sloppier, the sight and sound of your wetness against his digits making him go insane. your back arches once more and your whole body begin to squirm, the tight coil in your lower belly finally ripping, âyes, fuckââ youâre breathless, weak, but you still have it in you to edge him in, âaaron, baby, cum for me, please.â
he would be crazy to do anything but, so quickly you ask him and his hands are hoisting both your legs over his shoulders, getting a new, deeper position, it doesnât take long for you to feel him filling you up, âi canât live without you, youâre so, so good for meâ his lasts broken words before letting himself go.
you donât move and neither does he, his dick softening inside you, his hands caging you in the table and his head dropped to his chest, both just trying to recover.
âaaron?â
âyes, sweetheart?â
âyou can stay.â he looks at you with nothing but love and happiness and gratitude, âbut if you screw up again do not try fucking me into forgiving you, iâll chop your dick off.â
âyou like it too much to do that.â his grin is sincere, feeling finally free to joke around you, he gets out of you and you whine at the loss. âsee?â
âbite me.â
âgladly.â
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HALEY AT THE HOSPITAL DURING 5x1 I CANT TAKE IT IM CRYING SHES SO STRONG
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if no one reacts to the fic i posted the next 5min im gonna get self conscious
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â help me hold onto you âą aaron hotchner
fem!reader, unprotected vaginal sex, a bit of angst.
he knew he would be in trouble whenever he turned those keys. what he wasnât expecting was how big the trouble would be. he had no idea he would open the door to three bags full of clothes and other things he left at your place as the months passed, waiting for him.
âdarling? whatâwhat are these?â he asks even though he knows the answer, hoping you want to at least talk about it before making any harsh decisions. youâve been in a relationship for almost a year now and it works. it always worked.
normally you wouldnât drink before an argument, still when he gets to the kitchen he sees you calmly sipping on a tall glass of wine, fingers tapping on the table, hair up, face clean but red, you were in your pajamas already, nothing like you probably looked hours before.
âwhatâs the only thing i asked of you, aaron?â you donât move, donât glance up at him, eyes focused solely on how the purplish red liquid moved in your glass, taking a big sip right after.
aaron sighs in frustration, he didnât want this to become a fight. he was so tired. âi know, iâm sorryââ
âanswer the question, please.â
âdonât make promises i canât keep.â he takes his tie off quickly, suddenly feeling suffocated by the fabric surrounding his neck. thatâs why your relationship worked, you knew he was busy and his schedule was unpredictable, so very early on you accepted it as it was, saying you wouldnât be mad at him as long as he didnât break any promises. if youâre not sure, donât promise me you will be able to make it.
first months he wouldnât promise you anything, too afraid to break it, to disappoint you.
he watches as you take the wine in a mouthful and refills the glass, the bottle now empty and starts getting frustrated, youâre a loud drunk and youâre surely already getting tipsy.
this was the first time he slipped up, it didnât need to be such a big deal, it didnât avail to having his things right at the door as if he was getting kicked out. all the other times he promised he could take time off, he did it. justâteens were getting kidnapped, the team needed him.
âwe saved two girls today.â low blow. but it was true, he wasnât back in time because of that, he got on the jet instead of staying back to do that. to save two thirteen year old girls. not some futile reason. it had to count for something.
âiâm proud of you for that, aaron. are you proud of me? for the promotion we were supposed to celebrate with my boss? or are our accomplishments only worth it when itâs about saving someone?â you raise your voice only slightly, the alcohol from the sweet wine getting to you slowly and then all at once.
you always tried your best to keep your voice down when arguing with him, simply because he never raised his, and it could be an endearing feature if it didnât look like he did it to look like the rational one, the right one.
âthatâs not what i saidââ
âi know what you said. you want to make the fact you let me down okay because you did a wonderful thing someplace else. thatâs not how it works.â you open the second bottle of wine of the night, feeling his eyes on your back. âi want you to leave.â
âyou know this is ridiculous, youâre acting like a child.â sore spot. you were a few years younger and that had never been a problem. but he couldnât go back now, he could see the anger darkening your eyes, your knuckles turning white by the strength youâre using to grip on the edge of the table.
âhow am i a child?â you begin slowly and keeping your voice down, you get up finally from the chair you had been sitting, facing him directly, his instincts make him try to touch your arms, but you dodge it quickly. âwe had an agreement. you broke it. am i a child for not giving you permission to hurt me again?â
he knows youâre about to snap, your chest coming up and down in rapid breaths, and he doesnât feel particularly in the right, he knows he screwed up and heâs sorry, but your reaction is out of proportion to him, an exaggeration made to make him feel more guilty than he already does. âi said youâre acting like a child. the one time things donât go your way and youâre packing me out?â aaron almost feels the sharpness of a slap but heâs quick enough to grab your wrist. âsee? proving my point.â
âhow many times do i have to accept you screwing up so i can be seen as mature?â you yank your arm out of his grip and go back to your drink, âsame times as haley? how many times did she forgive you so you could go around and do it all again?â
lower blow.
hotch feels it right in his core and heâs angry at you for bringing up but more so angry at himself because you were right. still, it is anger nonetheless that guides his next actions, quickly and firmly walking up to you, caging you against the table in sudden movements.
your breath hitches from the surprise, and your attempt to move is stopped by his roughed hands on your chin, firm but never close to hurting. âiâm not leaving.â you wince, not in fear of him, but of how easy he can make your mind go blank when heâs that close.
his eyes go from your eyes to your lips, he notices your failed attempt to conceal the way you licked your lips, he glances at your chest, heavy breathing under your thin pajama shirt, nipples hardening against the fabric.
damn you for choosing wine.
hotch reads your mind almost, but his smirk doesnât last too long displayed on his lips, your hands pulling him by the neck, a low groan followed by a âfuck thisâ leaving your wine tasting lips just mere seconds before gluing to his.
eager to get your forgiveness, he is quick to follow your lead, both hands sneaking under your clothes, one down the waistband of your shorts, grabbing hard on the flesh of your ass, the other drawing soft circles on your nipple.
you melt into the kiss, his lips, his hands, his scent, him. and you have no time to feel bad about it, pulled up to sit on the table, legs around his waist, you can feel how hard he is against your wetness.
a pained whimper leaves his lips when you use the new position to grind onto him, needing something, anything against your clit at this point.
aaron sinks his teeth into your bottom lip to get your full attention, earning a loud moan in response, his hands travel your thighs and you pull his shirt out his pants so you can feel his skin under your fingertips, not bothering to unbutton them and working with what you got under it.
his lips travel your neck and your collarbone, âi love you, so, so muchâ. his declaration comes in between kisses and the sucking of your skin, âplease donât make me leave after this.â it comes in a whisper now, but he doesnât stop, pushing your shorts down and sliding it down till it drops to the floor with your help.
âjust shut up and take your pants off.â
âyou know i can only do one of those.â it makes you laugh and you sink your nails to the bit of fat on his side, the tiniest bit of annoyance at how easy he had you in the palm of his hand and how he didnât even seem to know it truly.
on the edge of the table sliding his hard cock into your folds was an easy feat, pants, shoes and his boxers long gone, his socks stayed on almost making him lose balance as he feels just how wet you are. he drops his head, forehead on your shoulder
âfuckâoh my god, you are so wet, youâre always so wet for me.â it isnât arrogant, itâs appreciative almost, you move his head so you can look at him, hot, sweaty already, cheeks so red as his eyes were glassy, the mix of lust and love and regret clear in his dark caramel irises.
you kiss him once more, sweet, forgiving and he takes this as his sign to continue, pushing you down the table, hotch holds your thighs for support, plunging his cock into your wet cunt with ease, bottoming out at the first thrust. you enjoyed the stretching pain and you never had the patience to wait.
lower lips between your teeth, you slide one of your hands to your clit, two fingers working your arousal, quickly replaced by aaronâs calloused fingers. you arch your back and moan loudly, âfuck, yes, and move.â
it feels like an order and for hotch it is one, he is delighted to oblige, maintaining the same finger moves on your clit and beginning to fuck your pussy, strong, firm and precise at first.
âhoney, fuckâpleaseâŠâ his begging is meant to warn you that if you keep clenching around him he wonât be able to control himself, you almost donât listen, fingers working on your own nipples enjoying the high he is always able to get you in.
âaaronâiâm⊠fuck, donât stop, youâre so good.â
the praising, the guidance, the reassurance, it makes the moans leaving his lips seem like whining, he enjoys it too much.
âyeah? like this?â the way your hands try to grab him is enough answer to him, along with how tight your pussy is throbbing against him, youâre almost there, he can feel it.
his movements on your clit get sloppier, the sight and sound of your wetness against his digits making him go insane. your back arches once more and your whole body begin to squirm, the tight coil in your lower belly finally ripping, âyes, fuckââ youâre breathless, weak, but you still have it in you to edge him in, âaaron, baby, cum for me, please.â
he would be crazy to do anything but, so quickly you ask him and his hands are hoisting both your legs over his shoulders, getting a new, deeper position, it doesnât take long for you to feel him filling you up, âi canât live without you, youâre so, so good for meâ his lasts broken words before letting himself go.
you donât move and neither does he, his dick softening inside you, his hands caging you in the table and his head dropped to his chest, both just trying to recover.
âaaron?â
âyes, sweetheart?â
âyou can stay.â he looks at you with nothing but love and happiness and gratitude, âbut if you screw up again do not try fucking me into forgiving you, iâll chop your dick off.â
âyou like it too much to do that.â his grin is sincere, feeling finally free to joke around you, he gets out of you and you whine at the loss. âsee?â
âbite me.â
âgladly.â
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iâm on my phone so dont mind the different format to come iâ
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it was supposed to be angst but period horny got me
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