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#stop being so fucking condescending about it
dodgeirs · 18 hours
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⊹ ᳝ ࣪ midnights with hotch.
cw. 16+, soft!hotch, fem!reader, established relationship, slight p with plot, riding, hotch is needy, funny hotch makes an appearance, cockwarming
wc. 996 (yikes, i got carried away)
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“aaron?” you call out at the familiar feel of large warm hands on your hips.
“i’m here.” he responds, it's a whisper in your ear.
there's a small part of him that feels bad once he hears how groggy you sound, but he continues pawing at your waist harder and shuffling his body closer to yours.
“‘m sorry, baby. but, i need you.”
at those three words you turn around to face him, brushing your hand over his face. he's always had on a hardened expression, so it's always a privilege to see him so relaxed and soft. but, with that you knew exactly what he meant. aaron had called you while you were cleaning up from cooking dinner for you, jack, and eventually aaron, already aware that he had a workload he needed to finish up before coming home. unfortunately, strauss needed him to stay back even later for some important filing. on the call he told you not to apologize for his workload, but that didn't stop you from damning strauss.
you couldn't imagine how tired he was, and you even wondered how he managed to shower upright.
“where do you need me, aaron?” you questioned. you could predict how we wanted you from all the other nights, but you always asked.
“on top?” he lets out. even in the dark you can tell his brown eyes got big at the question. he knows you don't particularly like the work of riding, but being with aaron you never mind, and maybe that's because even on top he still did most of the work.
“on your back.”
aaron follows your command, falling to his back with a huff. he still has a hand on your waist as you maneuver your panties off. you then move to take off his boxers, tapping his waist to signal that you needed him to lift his hips up.
you're met with his already hard cock.
“you're already hard?”
“been thinking ‘bout you all day.” it's an honest answer.
“you think about me, huh?”
that pulls a chuckle from aaron. “i always think 'bout you. now c’mere.”
he lazily pulls you on top of him. and you press against his hard chest as the two of you lazily make out.
“missed you s’much.” he says, breaking the kiss to take your face in his hands.
you lean back down and give him another peck.
“missed you too, baby. s’much.”
moving down to kiss his jaw, careful to not leave any hickeys, he always scolds you the following morning as you pat concealer onto where you had bruised him.
rocking you hips at the feeling of one of aaron’s hands making its way to your pussy.
the feeling of his fingers circling your clit makes you gasp.
“aaron-” you plea.
“what's this? you're already so wet.”
he's rubbing at your slick hole. “you're already ready for me?” his tease comes out in a condescending tone.
“so, maybe i was thinking about you earlier.”
“mhm, is the so?”
“yeah” you say, giving him one last peck before pushing yourself up. spitting in your hand and giving aaron’s length a few pumps before you tease his tip at your entrance.
“no teasing.” he gruffs out, gripping at your waist, allowing him to push you down on his length.
you bite you lip to keep yourself from moan, and aaron lets out a grunt.
“you feel so good. s’warm.”
you hum at his praise. beginning to rock your hips, throwing your head back at the feeling of aaron’s cock hitting where you need most.
“fuck, aaron.”
it’s a little pathetic at how close you're already getting. peering at the man below only drives you closer. aaron looks blissed out, his eyes are shut, mouth slightly agape as he lets out quiet grunts. while his hands found their ways underneath your tank top, and are harshly gripping at your hips which is completely different to how he normally holds your waist to guide you. but, no, his gripping, is a grip of need to stabilize himself, and you know you'll feel tender in the morning, but that only motivates you to keep riding him harder.
“‘m close.” aaron spits out.
you continue what you're doing, planting your hands on his sturdy chest.
“cum for me, aaron. give it to me.”
it's not long before you watch aaron’s body stutter, you're own climax coming over you quickly after his.
you rock a few more times before you completely still, falling into his chest with a huff. aaron’s arms instantly wrapping around your body.
the two of you lie for a moment in each other's embrace as you fall from your highs.
pushing yourself up so that your elbows are on either side of aaron’s head.
“did you eat?” you had meant to ask him earlier but got occupied.
“really?”
“i can't be worried out you?” you exclaim.
aaron laughs at your exaggeration. “yes, i did eat. anderson picked up some dinner for me.”
you frown, and he must've been able to tell, even in the darkness, because a hand comes up to your face and his thumb fixes your frown into a half frown half smile.
“turn that frown, upside down. i ate, honey. aren't you happy?"
“no.” you say plainly. “i’m not very convinced by your answer. really, did you eat?”
“yes, i did.”
“lies. i know you don't like sending people to do stuff for you, and i only packed you lunch a few snacks.”
“sweetheart-”
“really, i’ll make you something. i made jack and i quesadillas, we still have all the ingredients i prepped. the chicken is even-.”
aaron cuts you off by pulling you into a kiss.
“i ate. end of story. i just want us both to sleep now.”
you pout at him, but you really can't argue with aaron.
“'m not getting off.” you mumble.
“that's fine, you're warm.”
“you're s’gross.”
aaron snickers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“sleep.”
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lovelaetter · 2 days
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haiii
hope ur doing well!
just had a thought i wanted to share
had this idea of princess!tzuyu in a medieval time whose father, the king harshly taxes the land and is generally hated
robin hood esque fem!reader whose a thorn in his side, constsmtly stealing from caravans/taxmen
tzuyu who hates what her father does but cant change his mind about how to rule
one night tzuyu awakens to here a commotion and wanders out in her night gown to see whats going on
finding reader stealing from the family vault and making eye contact, in fear retreating to her chambers but reader is enraptured by txuyu's beauty following her
ends up fucking the girl despite her ptotests saying its wrong, but after all the king has put his people through why shouldnt reader use his daughter as a plaything,
later on tzuyu not being able to stop thinking of how readers hands touched her, fucked her, no longer thinking of males suitors
loved the minjeong and taeyeon ask from earlier, hope ur doing well!
☕️
PLEASE!! i know this is supposed to be more smut but i couldn’t help it i just love some backstory!
i’m thinking about all you said and, hear me out, the guards catch you and the poor princess loses nights of her sleep thinking about you and how you’re not so far from her, locked in a cold cell, waiting for your execution… and her desire to do something about that. like, can you imagine her sneaking through secret passages late at night to meet you, trying to be quiet because she doesn’t want to risk someone seeing her and that getting to her father’s ears, and your surprise when she calls your name softly, the confusion on why she’s there, what does she wants with you.
the thing is that she doesn’t really knows what she wants either, mostly look at you, thinking that would soothe her thoughts but in reality it just makes them worse, seeing your face brings back memories of what you did to her and she feels so bad for liking said memories, her head gets so fucked. after the confusion washes away, being really condescending to her, smirking and making sure to look into her eyes to mock her for going after you after all, “does your father know you’re here, princess?” and then laughing when she looks away. and all that, she doesn’t dare to speak, like, if it weren’t for her pleadings for you to not hurt her the first time you would easily think she’s mute or something because she just stares at you with those big doe eyes :( not that this is a problem, though, you learn how to read her as her visits get more and more frequent.
she turns in such a toy in your hands, stepping closer when you motion for her to do so, leaning into your touch when you hold her face, arms hanging on the side of her body or maybe daring to touch you a bit as your hands roam over her body, but it’s not enough, you’re still locked, bars between you two and you can’t do a thing like that, so manipulating her into opening it for you, caressing her cheek, saying how “it would be so much nicer if i was out there, wouldn’t it?” and she’s not stupid, she’s not, she knows you’re twisting your words and using her to escape but… she wants you :( so yeah, she will steal the keys and open the fucking gate.
her holding your arm harshly, thinking you’re just going to run and gasping when you put her against the wall, slipping her nightgown off her shoulders and leaving her bare for anyone who came by to see. i can see her being so desperate and touch starved that your grip on her waist has her melting, pulling your hair while you kiss and mark her neck, not caring what scandal this could bring for her after. squirms a lot when you’re finally fucking her, it still being a foreign sensation, two fingers— could be three if you were being meaner but it’s not the time— going in and out and making this low slick noise that makes her cheeks burn, her clit aching every time your thumb brushes there. moans so loud when she cums it has you freezing, afraid someone heard it. the poor thing probably wouldn’t want to let you go, holding you close, a hand sliding down to stop you from taking your fingers away, whining “more” that makes you snicker about how spoiled she is, demanding it from you, not even saying please… but you don’t really care, too focused on sucking her tits and make her drip on the floor a bit more.
i honestly like to think about running away after, kissing her cheek, not even her mouth, and leaving her there with only the promise of maybe visiting her one night but it’s up to you…… maybe she can convince her father of not killing you or decides to run away with you too, who knows. also corruption kink goes brrr!
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tsams-confessions · 21 hours
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Hey guess what? Some of us were here back when this show first started. Meaning back when it was just Sun and Moon, and Eclipse was only hinted at. That means that some of us were big fans of Sun. I know, shocker. Which means we were heavily invested in his story and his journey as a character. Which in turn means that we're disappointed, maybe even angry, at how he's always side-lined for other characters. And here's something even more shocking. We're allowed to be mad about it! We're allowed to talk about it! And...we're even allowed to make theories about Sun! I know, how cringey, right? I'm so sick and tired of seeing new fans come here and sneer down their noses at Sun fans. I've been seeing it more and more this past year especially. Just because you started watching this show because you like Solar or Blood Moon or whatever the fuck, doesn't mean everyone else feels the same. How is it that I see constant theory posts and vent posts and such about all the other characters, but any time someone talks about Sun then there's at least one stupid little comment in return. We get it, you don't like Sun, or you like him as a background character. You unironically call it the "Solar and Moon Show" with your whole damn chest. But we've been here long before you, and we have loved Sun for two goddamn years, and we're allowed to be angry or sad about how his story has been left unsaid and forgotten. Stop being sarcastic and condescending to us, because we do see you. We're entitled to our opinions and rants about our "fave" just as much as you are. This is a damn confession blog, where we all confess things and give our opinions. Stop calling out toxicity in the fandom and then being toxic yourself.
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