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hiiii :) if you guys could take a look at this I would me so happy! I worked hard on it but my account seems to be shadow banned :(

Have you ever tried this one?

Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

description: everyone knows that when in Paris, seeing the Eiffel Tower is a must. But once you and the boys get there, it’s raining so hard going out of the hotel is not an option. Seeing you all sad, the boys come up with an idea: if they can’t bring you to the Eiffel Tower, they’ll bring the Eiffel Tower to you!

warning; smut obvi, threesome, double penetration, Eiffel Tower lmaooo, creampie , soft dom jk and tae, kinda brat reader (she just really wanted to see the Eiffel Tower), jk took a video, slight impact play?, annnnd lemme know if there’s more I forgot

You were excited to say the least. Excited to be in Paris, excited to travel with your best friends. Maybe a bit too excited, to the point where you might have ruined your plans by constantly yapping about it and setting extremely high expectations for yourself.

Because now you were sitting in the five stars hotel suite, Taehyung to your right playing with your hand, and Jungkook to your left slowly running his hand up and down your thigh in an effort to comfort you. The light and repetitive sound of the rain cascading down your windows was the only thing filling the loud silence of your room.

You usually loved the rain. But you guys only had two days to spend in Paris, and now you can’t even go out because of the weather?

« You know, maybe it was for the best. The Eiffel Tower is kind of overrated… »

You shot a glare at Taehyung as you heard his velvety voice break the uncomfortable silence of the room.

« Of course you’ll say that, smart ass. Your whole life is in Paris, don’t piss me off. »

He frowns at your tone and keeps on playing with your fingers, clearly not in the mood to argue with you. Next to you, jungkook also frowns.

« Hey, that’s not nice. Just because you’re upset about not going out today doesn’t mean you should talk to hyung that way. »

He was right. You knew he was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to utter excuses to the silent boy beside you, even though you felt sorry for the way you snapped at him. You kept your gaze in the floor, avoiding both their gaze settling on you.

Taehyung seemed to notice the creeping remorse taking over you, and ever the cutie pie, he placed his hand on your shoulder and directed a small smile your way.

« We can go tomorrow, angel. I swear it’ll be as fun. » His gaze danced over your features when your sour face didn’t seem to change. He looked at Jungkook, hoping for him to help him.

Taking the hint, jungkook stopped his caress on your thigh for a split second.

« We can always do something else! You know, those personality quizz that you love so much….or! I have a game of uno in my backpack. » The bunny looking boy kept buzzing beside you at the idea of the three of you playing a game together, but Taehyung kept his gaze on you, weighing your options.

Finally, you said something.

« I’m sorry…. I know that i’m being a big baby about this, but this was going to be my first time ever seeing the Eiffel Tower…. I wanted to see it today…. »

As the last words escape your mouth, you slowly lean toward Taehyung, nuzzling at his side with your legs now fully spread across Jungkook’s ones. Both their heartbeat seems to skip a beat at the same time, and they shared a silent, tension filled looked.

Sure, you guys were best friends. But Taehyung and Jungkook never, never denied how attractive you were, in general and to them particularly. And now here you sat, squished between the both of them in those ridiculously short shorts and thin tank top, your ass literally in Jungkook’s face and your boobs in Taehyung’s.

A beat of silence passed. Then an idea merged in Tae’s brain, slow and tentative.

His hands, once by his side, now rested on your stomach. He gave a punctuated look at Jungkook's way, urging him to continue his ministrations on your thighs. Jungkook obliged, seemingly grappling with the idea.

« Mhm… I’m sorry to hear that angel, I really am. But you know, if going to the Eiffel Tower is not an option…. »

His words resonated close to your ear. By the time you realized how close his lips indeed were from your neck, he was already kissing his way up to your cheek.

You felt weird. Even weirder when Jungkook’s hands seemed to go higher than they usually would, his touch more present, less friendly. Sure you guys were touchy on a daily basis, but never like this, right?

You suddenly realized that Taehyung never went on with his sentence.

« Tae…? »

You could hear his smile against your ear as suddenly the feeling of his fingers over your perked nipple made you shift your focus. You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to react, but you knew one thing: you liked that.

« If we cannot bring you to the Eiffel Tower, angel, we might as well bring the Eiffel Tower to you, don’t you think? »

You felt your body heat up. Now Jungkook had managed to get on his knees in front of you, right in between your thighs, and his eyes held a certain playfulness as they met yours. His hands grew bolder and bolder, now gripping at them hem of your short, and you remembered that you in fact did not have panties on. Oh God.

« Say something baby. » Jungkook’s voice almost seemed innocent, but you knew better. « You wanted the Eiffel Tower so bad, remember? We’re offering a solution to your problem. What do you say? »

Right. You had to react some way.

As you felt Taehyung’s hands fully cup your breast, you knew that the only possible answer would be yes. So you nodded.

Taehyung sighed « Words, angel. Use your words. »

Rolling your eyes a bit, you let out something you probably shouldn’t have. « Don’t you know what nodding up and down means? »

They both stopped for a second, Tae’s hands almost leaving your body.

« Say sorry. » his voice resonated, deep and velvety.

Hearing no answer for you, Jungkook’s hand suddenly found your heat and landed a slap there. You jolted.

« Say sorry. Now. »

You held his gaze, tempted to keep quiet, but the building fire in you forced you to apologize just so you could feel his hands again.

« M’sorry, taetae. »

With immense relief, you saw his hand slowly move down toward your short.

« How sorry angel? Tell me more, and maybe I’ll ask Jubgkookie to slap that pretty pussy of yours again. »

Soaked. You were soaked. And your arousal kept on burning you alive as his hand truly went down, passing the barrier of your clothing article, cupping your heated and dripping cunt. You moaned.

« Sorry enough to forget about the Eiffel Tower. » you muttered, finally glad that you were not out at the moment .

Jungkook chuckled « Forget about the Eiffel Tower? But baby, I thought you wanted it so bad. To be honest, I want it too now. »

With his words, he fully took your shorts off, and Taehyung’s fingers started tracing lazy circles around your clit. Before you could fully register what was happening, Jungkook was fully undressed in front of you, and Taehyung seemed to be shifting around behind you.

« Now be a good girl and take your top of for us. » resonated the velvety voice behind you.

Too far gone and missing the contact that was present three seconds ago between your thighs, you hurried to do so. Taehyung used the opportunity to get rid of his own cloths.

Now here you were, on the hotel bed, posted in between your two best friends, the three of you completely naked.

« Get on all fours for me baby. » Jungkook’s grin was pure malice as he watched you doing so, your mouth dangerously close to his erect member, big and heated.

You felt Taehyung hands run down your back as your mouth opened, and without wasting any second, Jungkook’s cock slowly started to sink into the hole.

You were so wet you could feel the arousal dripping down your thigh, and Taehyung kneading your ass was not helping. You struggled to keep up with Jungkook’s slow but deep thrusts, solely focusing on making him feel good.

You were in fact so focused, you didn’t notice Taehyung until you felt his head slowly push into your heat.

You moaned loudly against Jungkook’s shaft, willing to stop and look what was happening behind you, but Jungkook grabbed your jaw and forced you to maintain eye contact.

« Not so fast baby. Remember what we talked about? Eiffel Tower? »

You were not sure you were hearing him correctly. Taehyung was settling deep inside your cunt, and you felt like you could not think, could not breath, but God you never wanted it to stop.

The slow drag of both of their cocks, in separate holes at that, drove you completely crazy, and you almost fell down when you noticed them picking up their pace, in and out, in and out, in unison.

You felt your climax impending. There was no way you were going to stay up. Sensing it, one of Taehyung’s hands landed on your hip, stabilizing you.

Jungkook locked eyes with him, and a smile formed on his face. Replicating the same smile, Taehyung lifted his other hand right above his head, slightly inclined in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook’s hand joined his in a high five right above you, and both of them rerouted in a fit of giggles, their thrusts faltering.

Sensing their attention drifting away from you, you clenched around Tae’s cock and sucked Jungkook in deeper as vengeance. Both their attention returned to you, the pleasure overcoming their little joke.

The cadence picked up, and you were dangerously tipping over the edge.

« Come on angel. Come for me, hm? Come for us. We got you what you wanted, might as well get us what we want. » Tae’s words were punctuated by the slow glade of hung fingers against your clit and Jungkook’s hand wrapping against your throat, and just like that, you lost it.

Your orgasm raked through you with such electricity, silence resonated in your head but you knew that the sounds coming out of your mouth were muffled, yes, but far from silent.

Your cunt was spamming hard against Taehyung, and he felt himeself almost giving in. What was he waiting for, he didn’t know, but he was waiting for something.

Tired and wanting your mouth to finally relax, you put all of your last energy into sucking and twirling your tongue against Jungkook’s head, making him cum in a matter of seconds.

When he slowly got his dick out of your mouth, your upper body gave in, putting your body in a very accentuated arch, your ass and hips only held by Taehyung’s hands.

Said man then suddenly picked up his pace, fast and almost violent, searching his high. He was on edge, and he knew that only a few thrusts would suffice for him to unload in your laminated cunt.

« Tae….Tae please…ah »

Your words became a blur to the both of you as he finalley reached his high hearing his name flow out of your mouth, his semen coating your walls.

Jungkook who was until then silent, slowly crept up next to the two of you with his phone in hand. Giving a look to Taehyung, he asked you.

« Can I take a video baby? You creamed hyung so good…. »

Fucked out of your mind, all you could manage was three desperate but curt nods.

« Tsk tsk tsk, words angel » Taehyung’s voice was sarcastic, knowing deep down that you were too tired to argue.

And he was right, because the next words flew out of your mouth without a care in the world.

« Yes, yes please do it…. »

Smiling, Jungkook turned his camera on and directed where you and Taehyung were still connected. Deliberately slow, he slid out of your creamy and drippy cunt, the mix of both your and his release insanely erotic, dirty even.

When both of them were done, Taehyung got up to find wet towels as Jungkook enveloped you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and caressing your arms.

You were now clean, exhausted but content. As the three of you lay on fresh bed sheets, ready to go to sleep, Taehyung pipped in.

« We’ll still go to the Eiffel Tower tomorrow right? »

« Yep. »

« Definitely. »

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Have you ever tried this one?

Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

description: everyone knows that when in Paris, seeing the Eiffel Tower is a must. But once you and the boys get there, it’s raining so hard going out of the hotel is not an option. Seeing you all sad, the boys come up with an idea: if they can’t bring you to the Eiffel Tower, they’ll bring the Eiffel Tower to you!

warning; smut obvi, threesome, double penetration, Eiffel Tower lmaooo, creampie , soft dom jk and tae, kinda brat reader (she just really wanted to see the Eiffel Tower), jk took a video, slight impact play?, annnnd lemme know if there’s more I forgot

You were excited to say the least. Excited to be in Paris, excited to travel with your best friends. Maybe a bit too excited, to the point where you might have ruined your plans by constantly yapping about it and setting extremely high expectations for yourself.

Because now you were sitting in the five stars hotel suite, Taehyung to your right playing with your hand, and Jungkook to your left slowly running his hand up and down your thigh in an effort to comfort you. The light and repetitive sound of the rain cascading down your windows was the only thing filling the loud silence of your room.

You usually loved the rain. But you guys only had two days to spend in Paris, and now you can’t even go out because of the weather?

« You know, maybe it was for the best. The Eiffel Tower is kind of overrated… »

You shot a glare at Taehyung as you heard his velvety voice break the uncomfortable silence of the room.

« Of course you’ll say that, smart ass. Your whole life is in Paris, don’t piss me off. »

He frowns at your tone and keeps on playing with your fingers, clearly not in the mood to argue with you. Next to you, jungkook also frowns.

« Hey, that’s not nice. Just because you’re upset about not going out today doesn’t mean you should talk to hyung that way. »

He was right. You knew he was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to utter excuses to the silent boy beside you, even though you felt sorry for the way you snapped at him. You kept your gaze in the floor, avoiding both their gaze settling on you.

Taehyung seemed to notice the creeping remorse taking over you, and ever the cutie pie, he placed his hand on your shoulder and directed a small smile your way.

« We can go tomorrow, angel. I swear it’ll be as fun. » His gaze danced over your features when your sour face didn’t seem to change. He looked at Jungkook, hoping for him to help him.

Taking the hint, jungkook stopped his caress on your thigh for a split second.

« We can always do something else! You know, those personality quizz that you love so much….or! I have a game of uno in my backpack. » The bunny looking boy kept buzzing beside you at the idea of the three of you playing a game together, but Taehyung kept his gaze on you, weighing your options.

Finally, you said something.

« I’m sorry…. I know that i’m being a big baby about this, but this was going to be my first time ever seeing the Eiffel Tower…. I wanted to see it today…. »

As the last words escape your mouth, you slowly lean toward Taehyung, nuzzling at his side with your legs now fully spread across Jungkook’s ones. Both their heartbeat seems to skip a beat at the same time, and they shared a silent, tension filled looked.

Sure, you guys were best friends. But Taehyung and Jungkook never, never denied how attractive you were, in general and to them particularly. And now here you sat, squished between the both of them in those ridiculously short shorts and thin tank top, your ass literally in Jungkook’s face and your boobs in Taehyung’s.

A beat of silence passed. Then an idea merged in Tae’s brain, slow and tentative.

His hands, once by his side, now rested on your stomach. He gave a punctuated look at Jungkook's way, urging him to continue his ministrations on your thighs. Jungkook obliged, seemingly grappling with the idea.

« Mhm… I’m sorry to hear that angel, I really am. But you know, if going to the Eiffel Tower is not an option…. »

His words resonated close to your ear. By the time you realized how close his lips indeed were from your neck, he was already kissing his way up to your cheek.

You felt weird. Even weirder when Jungkook’s hands seemed to go higher than they usually would, his touch more present, less friendly. Sure you guys were touchy on a daily basis, but never like this, right?

You suddenly realized that Taehyung never went on with his sentence.

« Tae…? »

You could hear his smile against your ear as suddenly the feeling of his fingers over your perked nipple made you shift your focus. You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to react, but you knew one thing: you liked that.

« If we cannot bring you to the Eiffel Tower, angel, we might as well bring the Eiffel Tower to you, don’t you think? »

You felt your body heat up. Now Jungkook had managed to get on his knees in front of you, right in between your thighs, and his eyes held a certain playfulness as they met yours. His hands grew bolder and bolder, now gripping at them hem of your short, and you remembered that you in fact did not have panties on. Oh God.

« Say something baby. » Jungkook’s voice almost seemed innocent, but you knew better. « You wanted the Eiffel Tower so bad, remember? We’re offering a solution to your problem. What do you say? »

Right. You had to react some way.

As you felt Taehyung’s hands fully cup your breast, you knew that the only possible answer would be yes. So you nodded.

Taehyung sighed « Words, angel. Use your words. »

Rolling your eyes a bit, you let out something you probably shouldn’t have. « Don’t you know what nodding up and down means? »

They both stopped for a second, Tae’s hands almost leaving your body.

« Say sorry. » his voice resonated, deep and velvety.

Hearing no answer for you, Jungkook’s hand suddenly found your heat and landed a slap there. You jolted.

« Say sorry. Now. »

You held his gaze, tempted to keep quiet, but the building fire in you forced you to apologize just so you could feel his hands again.

« M’sorry, taetae. »

With immense relief, you saw his hand slowly move down toward your short.

« How sorry angel? Tell me more, and maybe I’ll ask Jubgkookie to slap that pretty pussy of yours again. »

Soaked. You were soaked. And your arousal kept on burning you alive as his hand truly went down, passing the barrier of your clothing article, cupping your heated and dripping cunt. You moaned.

« Sorry enough to forget about the Eiffel Tower. » you muttered, finally glad that you were not out at the moment .

Jungkook chuckled « Forget about the Eiffel Tower? But baby, I thought you wanted it so bad. To be honest, I want it too now. »

With his words, he fully took your shorts off, and Taehyung’s fingers started tracing lazy circles around your clit. Before you could fully register what was happening, Jungkook was fully undressed in front of you, and Taehyung seemed to be shifting around behind you.

« Now be a good girl and take your top of for us. » resonated the velvety voice behind you.

Too far gone and missing the contact that was present three seconds ago between your thighs, you hurried to do so. Taehyung used the opportunity to get rid of his own cloths.

Now here you were, on the hotel bed, posted in between your two best friends, the three of you completely naked.

« Get on all fours for me baby. » Jungkook’s grin was pure malice as he watched you doing so, your mouth dangerously close to his erect member, big and heated.

You felt Taehyung hands run down your back as your mouth opened, and without wasting any second, Jungkook’s cock slowly started to sink into the hole.

You were so wet you could feel the arousal dripping down your thigh, and Taehyung kneading your ass was not helping. You struggled to keep up with Jungkook’s slow but deep thrusts, solely focusing on making him feel good.

You were in fact so focused, you didn’t notice Taehyung until you felt his head slowly push into your heat.

You moaned loudly against Jungkook’s shaft, willing to stop and look what was happening behind you, but Jungkook grabbed your jaw and forced you to maintain eye contact.

« Not so fast baby. Remember what we talked about? Eiffel Tower? »

You were not sure you were hearing him correctly. Taehyung was settling deep inside your cunt, and you felt like you could not think, could not breath, but God you never wanted it to stop.

The slow drag of both of their cocks, in separate holes at that, drove you completely crazy, and you almost fell down when you noticed them picking up their pace, in and out, in and out, in unison.

You felt your climax impending. There was no way you were going to stay up. Sensing it, one of Taehyung’s hands landed on your hip, stabilizing you.

Jungkook locked eyes with him, and a smile formed on his face. Replicating the same smile, Taehyung lifted his other hand right above his head, slightly inclined in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook’s hand joined his in a high five right above you, and both of them rerouted in a fit of giggles, their thrusts faltering.

Sensing their attention drifting away from you, you clenched around Tae’s cock and sucked Jungkook in deeper as vengeance. Both their attention returned to you, the pleasure overcoming their little joke.

The cadence picked up, and you were dangerously tipping over the edge.

« Come on angel. Come for me, hm? Come for us. We got you what you wanted, might as well get us what we want. » Tae’s words were punctuated by the slow glade of hung fingers against your clit and Jungkook’s hand wrapping against your throat, and just like that, you lost it.

Your orgasm raked through you with such electricity, silence resonated in your head but you knew that the sounds coming out of your mouth were muffled, yes, but far from silent.

Your cunt was spamming hard against Taehyung, and he felt himeself almost giving in. What was he waiting for, he didn’t know, but he was waiting for something.

Tired and wanting your mouth to finally relax, you put all of your last energy into sucking and twirling your tongue against Jungkook’s head, making him cum in a matter of seconds.

When he slowly got his dick out of your mouth, your upper body gave in, putting your body in a very accentuated arch, your ass and hips only held by Taehyung’s hands.

Said man then suddenly picked up his pace, fast and almost violent, searching his high. He was on edge, and he knew that only a few thrusts would suffice for him to unload in your laminated cunt.

« Tae….Tae please…ah »

Your words became a blur to the both of you as he finalley reached his high hearing his name flow out of your mouth, his semen coating your walls.

Jungkook who was until then silent, slowly crept up next to the two of you with his phone in hand. Giving a look to Taehyung, he asked you.

« Can I take a video baby? You creamed hyung so good…. »

Fucked out of your mind, all you could manage was three desperate but curt nods.

« Tsk tsk tsk, words angel » Taehyung’s voice was sarcastic, knowing deep down that you were too tired to argue.

And he was right, because the next words flew out of your mouth without a care in the world.

« Yes, yes please do it…. »

Smiling, Jungkook turned his camera on and directed where you and Taehyung were still connected. Deliberately slow, he slid out of your creamy and drippy cunt, the mix of both your and his release insanely erotic, dirty even.

When both of them were done, Taehyung got up to find wet towels as Jungkook enveloped you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and caressing your arms.

You were now clean, exhausted but content. As the three of you lay on fresh bed sheets, ready to go to sleep, Taehyung pipped in.

« We’ll still go to the Eiffel Tower tomorrow right? »

« Yep. »

« Definitely. »

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rick doodles :]

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'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me

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YOUR NAME IS ESHAL? MY NAME IS ESHAL! IVE NEVER MET ANOTHER ESHAL BEFORE WHAT

YESSS ESHAL IS MY SECOND NAME !! YAAAAYE ITS MY FIRST TIME SEEING SOMEONE WITH THE SAME NAME AS ME TOO

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go check it out !

Your lips my lips, Apocalypse

Aaron Taylor Johnson x reader

warning: pure fluff. autumn. blurb.

It was a cloudy autumn day.

The leaves danced in the wind, wild and free, while the cool autumn breeze gnawed at your skin.

But you didn’t mind—not when, in front of you, stood the love of your life.

He hadn’t seen you yet, too focused on slowly turning the pages of a vintage-looking book with his calloused fingers.

The smile on your face couldn’t have been bigger as you made your way toward Aaron, your heart full of yearning. You sat across from him, nestled between the orange leaves.

His eyes shot up to meet yours, and his gaze softened, his blue orbs shining, almost heart-shaped.

“You came,” he whispered, his hand slowly reaching for your cheek.

“I did. Why wouldn’t I?” you replied, your tone painfully sweet and patient. You kissed the inside of his palm, never breaking eye contact.

He smiled wider this time and leaned in closer. “Kiss me,” he said.

And you did. Your soft lips met his, like a feather falling gently to the ground.

He loved it. He loved you. He loved autumn, because it reminded him of you.

Amidst the colorful leaves and cool weather, the only thing warming you were the gentle movements of your lips against each other.

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Your lips my lips, Apocalypse

Aaron Taylor Johnson x reader

warning: pure fluff. autumn. blurb.

It was a cloudy autumn day.

The leaves danced in the wind, wild and free, while the cool autumn breeze gnawed at your skin.

But you didn’t mind—not when, in front of you, stood the love of your life.

He hadn’t seen you yet, too focused on slowly turning the pages of a vintage-looking book with his calloused fingers.

The smile on your face couldn’t have been bigger as you made your way toward Aaron, your heart full of yearning. You sat across from him, nestled between the orange leaves.

His eyes shot up to meet yours, and his gaze softened, his blue orbs shining, almost heart-shaped.

“You came,” he whispered, his hand slowly reaching for your cheek.

“I did. Why wouldn’t I?” you replied, your tone painfully sweet and patient. You kissed the inside of his palm, never breaking eye contact.

He smiled wider this time and leaned in closer. “Kiss me,” he said.

And you did. Your soft lips met his, like a feather falling gently to the ground.

He loved it. He loved you. He loved autumn, because it reminded him of you.

Amidst the colorful leaves and cool weather, the only thing warming you were the gentle movements of your lips against each other.

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Do y’all remember this culturally significant photoshoot for all my Averyjameson stans?

Well, I FOUND MORE.

It’s so perfect. I LOVE IT.

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-A Job That Slowly Kills You-

-Bruises That Won’t Heal-

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Daddy Issues : Aaron Hotchner x reader

warning: angsty but then fluffy.hotch is sad but reader’s here for him :( bit suggestive at the end but no smut

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows across the space. Aaron Hotchner sat at his desk, his focus shifting between the papers in front of him and the memories that wouldn’t leave him alone. You stood near the doorway, watching him in silence. There was something about the way he held himself—strong, always composed, yet there was an underlying tension you could never ignore.

“Aaron,” you called softly, stepping further into the room. His head lifted at the sound of your voice, those deep brown eyes settling on you. They were tired, weary from years of shouldering burdens that weren’t just his own.

He looked up, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, echoing the words he often used when he didn’t want you to see the cracks.

But you stayed, moving closer, determined not to let him push you away this time. “I care about you, Aaron. You don’t have to deal with everything alone.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, his gaze searching yours. There was always that tension—between who he was supposed to be and who he wanted to be. The stoic leader, the man with all the answers, and the one who never let his emotions get in the way.

“I don’t know how to be any other way,” he admitted finally, the vulnerability in his voice surprising even him.

You felt your chest tighten at his words. You had seen the way he avoided showing too much, even with you, even when you knew he was breaking inside. The emotional scars of his past—his relationship with his father, the way it shaped him—had made him reluctant to open up, to let himself be cared for. It was as if he feared being a burden, or worse, showing weakness.

You took a breath, choosing your words carefully. “I know why it’s hard for you. But you don’t have to carry the weight of everyone else’s problems. You’re allowed to feel… to let someone else in.”

Aaron stared at you for a long moment, his expression conflicted. He wanted to believe you, to allow himself to lean on someone for once. But old habits died hard. His father’s voice echoed in his mind—lessons drilled into him since childhood about strength, control, and not showing vulnerability.

His hand tightened into a fist on the desk, and you noticed. Without hesitation, you reached for him, your fingers lightly brushing over his knuckles. He flinched at first, but you didn’t pull away, and neither did he.

“I see you,” you whispered, your thumb tracing over his skin. “All of you. And I care about every part, even the parts you think are too broken to be loved.”

His breath hitched at your words, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Aaron let himself truly feel. The tension in his shoulders eased, and before he could stop himself, he stood up, closing the distance between you.

“I don’t deserve you,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

You shook your head gently. “You deserve more than you allow yourself to believe, Aaron. You deserve someone who sees past the armor.”

He looked at you, really looked at you, and for the first time, you saw the cracks start to widen. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch hesitant, almost as if he was afraid he might break you. But you leaned into his palm, showing him that you were not afraid of his darkness.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then let me show you,” you replied, stepping even closer, your lips brushing his in a soft, tentative kiss.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. It was as though everything that had been building between you—every glance, every unspoken word—had led to this. Aaron kissed you back, hesitant at first, but then deeper, more urgent, as if he was afraid you’d slip away.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. He closed his eyes, his voice low. “I’m not used to this… needing someone.”

“You don’t have to be used to it,” you murmured, your fingers threading through his. “You just have to trust that I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time in a long while, Aaron allowed himself to believe it.

He kissed you again, this time with more certainty, as if he was finally letting go of the walls he had spent years building. And in that moment, as you stood there in the quiet of his office, it wasn’t about brokenness or emotional scars. It was about two people who saw each other, flaws and all, and chose to stay.

Aaron’s breath was still shaky from the kiss, and you could feel the tension in his body slowly dissolving. The vulnerability he had let show was something new, something fragile, and yet there was a spark behind it—something that hinted at the desires he had kept buried for too long. His fingers lingered on your skin, tracing the line of your jaw, then slipping down to your neck, tentative but with a growing certainty.

“Are you sure about this?” His voice was barely a whisper, his forehead still resting against yours. He searched your eyes, waiting for any sign of hesitation.

Your hand gently slid down his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart under your fingertips. “I’m sure,” you breathed, your lips grazing his again, slower this time, more deliberate. His response was instant, the tension shifting from emotional to something more palpable.

His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer against him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as his lips trailed from your mouth to your jawline, then down your neck, each kiss more lingering than the last. The air between you was thick with unspoken want, years of restraint finally unraveling.

The warmth of his hands slid under your shirt, his touch gentle yet firm, as though testing the boundaries, waiting for you to guide him. You leaned into him, pressing your body against his, encouraging him to let go even further. His breath hitched, and the controlled, composed Aaron Hotchner was slipping away, replaced by something raw, something that had been waiting to surface for a long time.

You tugged him closer, your lips brushing his ear. “You don’t have to hold back with me.”

Aaron exhaled, his grip tightening on you as he lifted his head, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “I don’t plan to,” he whispered, his voice low, promising. And then, with a fervor that took your breath away, his lips were on yours again, deeper, more urgent than before, as if he was finally ready to let himself have what he wanted.

And what he wanted, was you.

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2:34 am .

imagine you’re dating spencer and instead of him not being able to keep his hands off you, he can’t keep his hands on you. during sex he’s always to scared to put it in because he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he substitutes by sticking his pretty little face between your thighs and cleaning your messy cunt with his tongue and running your a warm bath afterwards. on your honeymoon, you guys had p in v sex for the first time and he did not hold back. it felt so amazing, but he ended up bruising your cervix and he wouldn’t touch you for like 3 weeks afterwards. he always muttered ‘i’m sorry- i’m so sorry-’ whenever he even thought that he was going too hard inside of you, he promises to be gentle at first but the pace he goes is always too underwhelming for him so he ends up fucking the lights out of you, only to feel guilty about you being cock drunk; barely being able to form a coherent sentence. he always tells you how pretty you are afterwards, begging you to forgive him. and you love it.

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thinking of art being so turned on by the thought of breeding you that he’s not thinking straight… he really should pull out but your moans are so pretty and your tits are bouncing as he fucks you on his cock and he just halts when he’s about to cum and holds your hips there. is so turned on that he spurts inside you, staying completely still. doesn’t let a drop go to waste <3

EM………. yeewww get it <333

he knows he should pull out, he knows. it’s just that the idea of breeding you full, pumping his cum inside of you, seeing you pregnant, has his head going fuzzy and every rational thought leaving his brain. you’re not making it any easier on him. your pussy is sucking him in like she wants to be bred, so wet and inviting, practically begging him to paint your insides white. he shakes his head, he can’t. he shouldn’t… but your tits are bouncing so pretty as his hips drive into yours and they’d get so full if he bred you successfully. if he made it stick, if he really filled you, if he did it more than once. if, if, if— fuck he’s so close. his hands are on your hips, pulling you back hard to meet his thrusts.

“m’gonna— m’close— gotta pull out—“ he whines the last part like he’s been shot, but you’re too fucked out to even notice. all you do is moan, ah, ah, ah!s in time with his thrusts, and that makes things worse because he wants to hear more. there’s more he wants to give you. he’s close, he’s so fucking close, all he can feel is primal need to cum inside you, to breed you so full he knows it’ll take, to watch his cum spill out of your pussy just so he can fuck it back inside you— he needs to pull out. but he can’t.

“i can’t, i can’t, i can’t— just need to— just need—“ he can’t form complete sentences, he’s thrusting recklessly until he reaches his peak. he gives one hard thrust, the hardest he’s given you so far, then stills completely. his entire body shakes with the intensity, but his hips don’t move and he grips yours so tight he’s sure you’ll have bruises in the shape of his hands in an hour. he holds you still, pins you down, and lets his cum pulse inside of you. he wants it as deep as possible. he can’t risk you shifting even a little because he needs it all to spill inside.

he moves one hand to press on your lower tummy, right where he knows his cum is spreading. he can almost feel his dick through your skin, pulsing and kicking inside you. “take it, baby, just take it, god— good fucking girl, you feel that?” he babbles, unable to stop himself. he gives another couple shaky thrusts for good measure, to push it further inside you before he pulls out and marvels at the milky white pouring out of your sweet little pussy.

he hoped he’d have some sort of clarity after, feel enough guilt to go buy you a plan b, but he doesn’t. he just feels that need gnawing at him. the need to breed you again and again until it works.

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18+ mdni

me after reading the craziest smut ever written

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Y’all. I’ve never needed Aaron Hotchner’s cock as bad as I do right now 🤤🤤

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everything.

Y’all reblog this with y’all’s fav Spencer eras. If you have just one that’s fine, if you have more than one that’s fine too! I’ll go first…

I love short hair and glasses Spencer. Tbh I love all his eras ❤️