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I used ai for this. I made Sanemi and Giyu
Giyu
#kny giyuu#giyuu tomioka#ai generated#ai#just messing around#hes so babygirl#hes gorgeous#demon slayer
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Stress Relief (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot
Based on this post that I made and y'all, it spiraled so quick. This is the longest smut I've ever written, I feel like I've gone INSANE
Summary: Aaron had been holding back from going down on you as often as he wanted to, until you propose a new idea.
Warnings: 18+ mdni!!!, so much oral (f!recieving), fingering, switch!hotch + reader (it just happened), semi-public sex, office sex, overstimulation, hotch is pussy whipped + feral abt it, maybe technically free use kink, bits of fluff, crackfic vibes w the team, i have not edited this i wrote on pure vibes like a woman possessed
WC: ...7.7k
It starts one morning in a coffee shop, and youâre running so late that it should actually be a criminal offense. Thankfully, you are your boss, so this is allowed, as is choosing to grab a coffee when youâre already late, but that doesnât mean itâs a wise choice.Â
You quickly change your mind on how wise youâre being when Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome joins the line just before you do.Â
Youâre a regular at this coffee shop -- itâs a quick walk around the corner from your office -- and Aaron is, too. Thatâs all you know about him, unfortunately. Well, you know he drinks his coffee black, one sugar sometimes but rarely, and that occasionally, he asks for a croissant as well.
You donât even think heâs noticed you, which is fine, because the two of you arenât friends by any means. Youâre fellow regulars who sometimes chat quietly in line, but it has never gone beyond that.
Until today.
Until, you catch Aaronâs quick glance behind him, you catch his little smile, and you hear him add your drink to his order.
âHer usual as well,â he adds casually, tapping his black credit card before you can protest and before you can pick your jaw up off the floor.
âThank you,â you tell him, stepping to the side with him to wait for the drinks. âYou didnât have to do that.â
His smile turns bashful suddenly, and he looks down at you, eyes fond. âIâve been meaning to do it for weeks, actually.â
Your eyes go wide before you can stop them, and youâre sputtering through a reply that has you both giggling and blushing still when the barista places your drinks onto the counter.
âThank you,â you say again. The two of you step outside onto the sidewalk. âIâd love to stay and chat, Aaron, but Iâm really late for work.â
He chuckles. âI was wondering why you were in there this morning, this is usually pretty late for you-- for both of us.â
âYeah, whatâs your excuse?â you tease.
He shakes his head. âMorning off. Everyone isnât coming into the office until lunch.â
You glance at your watch. Itâs almost ten. âBut youâre going in now?â
He shrugs, the sheepish smile returning. âI canât really afford to take the entire morning.â
âWhat do you do?â you ask, and really, you shouldnât be having social hour right now, but you canât help it. This is the most you two have talked, finally going beyond the usual great weather today and ugh, itâs Monday again kind of small talk.
âUm,â he pauses, looking off in the distance beyond you. Heâs clearly hesitating, and that has you slightly panicked, until he answers. âI work for the FBI.â
âNo shit,â you blurt, covering your mouth as soon as you say it. âSorry! I just wasnât expecting that. I was expecting some government thing, I mean practically everyone around here is, butâŠthe FBI. Woah.â
âItâs not as glamorous as it sounds,â he assures you. He digs into his suit pocket, pulling out a pen. âListen, I really donât want to keep you since youâre late, but IâdâŠIâd love to talk more. Maybe over dinner. Or coffee, when we donât have work to get to and things to do.â
Heâs rambling and itâs possibly the most adorable sound youâve ever heard. You nod along with him, a smile slowly creeping onto your lips.
Heâs still talking when you take the pen from his hands and use your non-dominant hand to hold his paper coffee cup steady enough to write your number on it hastily, along with your name, not that he needs it. He sees what youâre doing and stutters to a stop, a blush dusting his cheeks.
âCall me,â you tell him with a wide smile, handing him his pen. âWeâll set something up.â
Youâre down the sidewalk and disappearing around a corner before he can get his words together.
+++
Hotch, in hindsight, knew better than to walk into the BAU office with a coffee cup with a womanâs name and number written on the side of it, but in his defense, he gave the team the morning off. He told everyone to come in around lunchtime.
He shouldnât have been surprised, then, to find Reid sitting at his desk with a book in hand, Emily laughing with Morgan, and Rossi already pouring coffee out of the BAUâs fancy new coffee machine that he somehow got approved.
âThere he is,â Rossi announces Hotchâs presence, and everyone turns. âSlow morning?â
âYeah, thanks,â Hotch smiles, not-so-discreetly turning the cup so the writing is protected by his palm.
But everyone saw it before he moved it. Everyone took note.
No one says anything, of course, but âno oneâ does not include Dave Rossi, who follows Aaron up to his office and shuts the door.
âSo,â Rossi makes himself comfortable in one of Hotchâs chairs, smug smile and all, âgood morning, I assume?â
Aaron makes sure the writing is facing him and not Dave. âStop fishing,â he says, but he is smiling a little, and he is rummaging through his briefcase to avoid meeting Daveâs eyes. âMy morning was fine.â
âSeems it was better than fine,â Dave chuckles. âWhose number is it?â
âNo oneâs.â
âIs it the same No One that you see every day?â
âI donât see her every day.â
âAaron,â Dave chides through a laugh. âIt wasnât until six months ago that you started going to that coffee shop every day, and Iâm assuming thatâs when you started talking to her.â
âI bought her coffee today,â Aaron confesses, settling down into his chair. âShe was running late for work, we didnât get to talk much.â
âBut she did write her number on your cup,â Dave raises an eyebrow, nodding toward it. âThatâs something.â
âYeah,â Aaron smiles, thumbing over the dried ink. âItâs something.â
From that day forward, it doesnât take a profiler to figure out that Hotch is dating someone. The number on the cup was enough, but his behavior is a dead giveaway.
Suddenly, heâs not staying at the BAU until odd hours of the night. He isnât taking naps on the couch in his office. Heâs actually taking a lunch break, sometimes even leaving the office altogether to meet you somewhere. He finishes the paperwork for a case at a normal pace, and, most damning, heâs smiling again. All the time.
The first day you visit him at the BAU is not planned. He left his lunch on the kitchen counter that morning, and you, having stayed over the night before, thought youâd just pack something for yourself and join him for the hour.
The second you step into the bullpen, it turns into gossip central. Is that her? Sheâs gorgeous. Wait. Is she living with him? Look at him! He hasnât smiled this hard in years. How long did he say theyâve been dating? They look comfortable together.
Aaron had warned you that when you eventually met the team to be prepared for how nosy they can be. They mean well, they really do, but itâs an inevitable side effect of the job. A team of profilers are bound to be in each otherâs business from time to time, no matter how hard they try to adhere to the unspoken âNo profiling each otherâ rule.
Needless to say, you are not surprised to hear the whispering accompanied by the heads turning. The team knows youâre a keeper, though, because you pay them no mind, waving and smiling as you head up the stairs to Aaronâs office.
âHey,â he grins, meeting you at the door with a quick kiss on your cheek. âThank you.â
âI knew youâd likely just go without, and we canât have that,â you tease, walking into his office with him. âMind if I join you?â
âOf course not,â he says, pulling you over to the couch.Â
Youâre pure stress relief, a balm to his chaotic days. Today has been rough, mountains of paperwork, Use of Force reports sneaking up on him, and demands from Strauss that he hasnât met yet. Forgetting his lunch had been the least of his worries -- because he wouldâve forgotten about lunch altogether -- but seeing you makes it all better. Always.
+++
Six months into the relationship you arenât exactly living with Aaron, but you are spending less and less time at your own apartment, and the two of you have tossed around the idea of you letting your lease expire and moving into his. But thereâs still time to figure that out, so for now, youâre here when heâs home and not on a case, and youâre here when he gets back.
He wants to see you first thing when he lands, so itâs simply easiest for you to be waiting at his place when he touches down. When he finally comes through the front door, you hear him dropping his bags and shedding his coat. Youâre just about to stand to greet him when he practically collapses into your lap.
âHi,â you giggle, narrowly avoiding suffocation with a sudden armful of your six-foot boyfriend. âBad one?â you ask gently.
He nods into your neck. âLongâ is all he says, placing a kiss where the hollow of your shoulder meets your neck.Â
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, turning to press a kiss to his temple. It wasnât the longest that heâs been gone, but the time isnât really what he means. âWhat can I do?â
He shifts until heâs laying with his head in your lap, shutting his eyes. âI just need to lay down for a bit, I think.â
âOkay,â you frown, scratching his scalp lightly. âWe can just do this.â
He hums, curling closer to you. You have no idea how he fits on this couch, much less with his head in your lap, but he manages. He inhales, exhales.
âYou smell good,â he says then. âIs that weird?â
You know what heâs referring to. âKind of,â you say, though you do laugh.
He turns and noses further into you, the action causing heat to pool in your belly. âCan I?â
âAaronâŠâ you murmur, still stroking his head. âYouâre exhausted.â
âBut it calms me down,â he says through another exhale.Â
âIt calms you down?â you laugh. âI thought it did the opposite. Sometimes you go a little crazy.â
Itâs true. One of your first nights together, somewhat early on in your relationship, Aaron went down on you first. The two of you didnât even have sex that night, he simply just wanted to go down on you. You arenât complaining; it was beyond anything you had ever experienced. And every time since has been equally mind-blowing and world-shattering. Youâve just never quite understood it. He says he loves it, he says itâs his favorite thing, but youâve never dated anyone who enjoyed having their head between your legs as much as Aaron does.
âSorry,â he chuckles, glancing up at you. âCanât help it.â
âI didnât say I hate it,â you soothe his worry, tugging on his hair just a little. âI like when you go down on me, trust me.â
He quirks an eyebrow. âYou do?â
âYeah, yeah,â you roll your eyes at his smug little smile, lightly tapping his cheek. âSeriously, babe, I enjoy it. I just feel like I donât go down on you nearly as much, and it doesnât feel fair.â
He turns onto his back, looking up at you. âItâs not fair? Weâre not keeping score.â
You grimace. Shit. âSorry. Old habits.â
Aaron sits up at that. âSeriously?â
You nod, turning toward him. âYeah, my ex. We donât need to get into it, itâs just--â
âIs that why youâve been acting strange?â
You gawk at him then, still not used to dating a profiler. âOkay, I wouldnât say Iâve been acting strange, but--â
He just gives you a pointed look.
âFine. Maybe, yes, I was worrying about it a little.â
âHoney,â he murmurs, taking your hands. âWe arenât keeping a score, and even if we were, that wouldnât be fair to you.â
You tilt your head, intrigued. âHow so?â
He laughs quietly, a blush beginning to color his cheeks. âBecause Iâd happily go down on you every day, multiple times a day.â
Your jaw drops and you donât even try to hide it. You thought that every other day (roughly, when heâs here) was a lot -- not in a bad way, just in a way you had never experienced before -- but every day? Multiple times?
âThere is no way you want to do it that often,â you argue, shaking your head at him.
He just stares at you, raising his eyebrows in challenge.Â
âAaron,â you hiss. âAre you serious?â
âYou have no idea how often I think about it,â he replies, deadly serious. Fire stokes in his eyes, growing hotter, hungrier the longer he looks at you.
âYou should tell me,â you squeak out, already feeling yourself getting worked up just from his gaze. âWhenever you think about it.â
âCan I?â he asks. âAnd could IâŠ?â
âCould you what?â
âDo it. When I tell you Iâm thinking about it.â
âCould you eat me out every time you think about it?â you ask, just to be completely certain that you both understand the rules youâre putting up.
He nods slowly, licking his lips. âPlease.â
Your skin has never felt this hot. âOkay,â you nod. âOnly because you asked so nicely.â
He smiles, melting with your words -- which isnât a difficult feat. âSo, can I? Right now?â
âBabe, youâre tired,â you say, reaching for his hand. âAre you sure?â
âPlease.â
âI donât want you to feel obligated, seriously, youâre exhausted, you just got home,â you say. âWe can start tomorrow.â
âObligated,â he scoffs, palming your hips to lay you down. âItâs a privilege.â
You let yourself be guided by him, knowing thereâs no fighting him when heâs like this -- not that you even want to. Itâs been a week and youâve missed him terribly. As much as it felt like a lot for him to be going down on you nearly every day, youâve felt yourself starting to crave it just as much it seems he does.Â
He settles between your legs with a low groan, tossing your shorts and panties who knows where, pulling you into his mouth by your hips. You cry out when he immediately goes for your clit, sucking in the way he knows you like. It doesnât take long for you to climax at all, and you have to physically push his head away before he makes you pass out.
âSorry,â he chuckles, licking you off of his lips. âGot carried away.â
âI can tell,â you gasp, still trying to catch your breath.Â
He rests his head on your inner thigh, his fingers loosening their grip on you but still keeping you pinned. His eyelids droop.
You had never really noticed it before, but you do then. It does calm him down. Sure, he was tired when he walked in, but he was tense, he wasnât this close to sleep. He wasnât this calm.
You thread your fingers through his hair, smiling at him. âLetâs go to bed,â you whisper. âYou need to sleep.â
He nods, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh. âYes maâam.â
+++
The very next day, itâs as if the floodgates have opened. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to this little game, and you certainly didnât expect to be pinned to the kitchen counter at seven in the morning with Aaronâs hands hot and heavy and everywhere.
âPlease,â he says in between bruising kisses. âWoke up thinking about it. Need you.â
âWhat about breakfast?â Itâs a weak attempt to dissuade him, and of course, it doesnât work.
âJust need you,â he repeats, grinding into your hip, and fuck, heâs hard already. Just from this. âPlease, honey.â
âOkay,â you nod wildly, barely getting a word out with how hard heâs kissing you. Jesus Christ, your body is on fire, and you just woke up. âYeah, go ahead.â
Heâs on his knees within the second, and he doesnât even pull your panties down, just hooks them to the side, and dives in. As if youâre his new dose of caffeine, as if youâre the air he needs.
Your knees buckle the second he tongues through your folds and he holds you up easily, smirking into you. Heâs so pleased with himself and you both know it.
He isnât even using his fingers and youâre close, his nose nudging your clit with just enough friction to have you gripping the counter with all your strength. He growls into you, something primal from deep in his chest, then a broken whine.
âAre you gonna cum?â The words are so muffled, you barely hear him. âPlease.â
âAaron,â you gasp, feeling as if youâre trying to climb onto the counter, somehow climb away from him, but you canât. He wonât let you. He keeps you right where he wants you, right where he can suck on your clit, flicking his tongue, sending you right over the edge at a blinding pace.
He holds you up as your body shudders through it, through the fact that he just doesnât stop, he keeps drinking you in, keeps inhaling you.
When he finally pulls back, heâs heaving, his lungs barely keeping up with his breaths. He tucks your panties back into place, thumbing over your clit through the fabric and you squeak, swatting him away. He kisses your thighs, your hips in such a happy daze. Meanwhile, youâre trying to figure out if youâre absolutely certain the earthâs axis hasnât tilted ninety degrees.
He stands with a content sigh, kissing you much slower now, and you can taste yourself, and itâs maddening.Â
âIâm gonna go shower real quick,â he says so casually. âWanna stop for coffee before we head into work?â
You stare at him, shaking your head in disbelief. âSure. Yeah. Letâs do that.â
âOkay,â he smiles, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips. âLove you.â
âLove you too,â you murmur, watching him walk down the hall.
You lean back against the counter and curse. Youâre in for it now. And you have no idea just what youâre in for.
+++
It happened two more times the first day: once more when you got home from work and Aaron was on you the moment you walked in and had you right there against the door, and once again when you were getting ready for bed and watching you put on your pajamas -- panties and one of his old law school shirts -- was just simply too much for him.
The next day, youâre working from home, and you get a text about an hour after Aaron arrived at the office. Thinking about you.
Your heart picks up its pace almost instantly. You are ridiculous. He literally went down on you in the shower this morning. You had gotten in and he followed you without you realizing, until he quietly leaned against the sink asking you if he could join.
Want to come here for lunch? I only have 30 mins today, lots of meetings.
If you know your boyfriend well, then you know exactly what heâs implying. He doesnât have enough time to come back here for lunch and have you here, so he wants you to come to the BAU for lunch so he can have you in his office.
Aaron.
Most of the team took half days. And then: Please.
Good lord, heâs going to send you to an early grave. Ok, be there at 12. Your usual?
Just you.
You roll your eyes. Youâre bringing him food because he will be eating lunch, no matter how much he wants to only eat you.
When you arrive at the BAU, you see Aaron was telling the truth. Rossiâs door is closed with the lights off, Spencerâs desk has clearly been used but heâs gone, Morganâs likely with Garcia, and Prentiss has also clearly taken off early.Â
However, that doesnât mean no one is here. The interns and general admin assistants are still very much walking around. And will absolutely hear you.
Aaron is opening the door to his office before you even reach the landing, and he looksâŠa wreck.Â
You raise your eyebrows at him in question but also concern. He said he had meetings, but you didnât anticipate him looking this stressed.Â
He gives you a quick kiss and helps you inside, shutting the door. You set lunch down on his desk and gather him into your arms for a hug, listening to him sigh and feeling him relax.
You eat lunch in silence. He doesnât even protest the food. Itâs a stark contrast from his text messages, the demeanor entirely different, and he wonât stop stealing glances at you -- and then looking away when you catch him, like heâs doing something he shouldnât be.Â
Once the food is finished and youâre satisfied with him having an actual meal in his stomach, you turn the profiling on him.Â
âYouâre restraining yourself.â
He coughs. âWhat?â
You answer while he guzzles water like his life depends on it. âYou told me you were thinking about me, wanted me to come here, and now that Iâm here, youâre holding back.â
âWell, yes, because weâre in my office--â
âAaron, you told me to come here.â
âI know, but--â
âStop being like this,â you scold softly. âAsk for what you want.â
You watch his throat work as he swallows, his pupils dilating the longer he stares at you. His tongue darts out and wets his lips.Â
You raise an eyebrow. âWhat do you want, Aaron?â
âI want you to fuck my mouth,â he blurts. âI want to taste you, but I need--â He cuts himself off, but you know. You know.Â
Heâs been like this a couple of times before with you. Itâs rare, but you shouldâve seen it coming, after such a long, hard case and now a day full of bureaucratic bullshit. He can handle it, of course he can, heâs the Unit Chief, but it wears on him. Sometimes he needs direction. Sometimes he needs you.Â
âDoes your door have a lock on it?âÂ
He nods.
âGo lock the door.â
He stands and takes two long strides, locking the door and checking to make sure the blinds are fully drawn. He turns to look at you for direction, his feet still firmly planted at the door.Â
You smile, extending a hand to him. âCome here.â
He comes easily, taking your hand and letting him be guided to the couch. You bring him in for a kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair.Â
âHow do you want me?â you ask, and when he makes a noise of protest, of please donât make me make another decision, you shake your head. âNone of that. You were thinking about me, about doing this. Tell me what you were thinking about.â
He whimpers into the next kiss. âYou were-- I was on my knees and had you on my desk--â
You stand and walk over to his desk, looking at the various files and papers. âDid you clear the desk off?â
âI can.â
You just give him a look. Itâs all he needs.Â
The desk is cleared soon after, the files stacked and set on the floor, his cup of pens and various other things set onto the bookcase behind you.Â
âI donât know if youâll be comfortable--â
âI donât know why youâre still standing,â you interrupt. âDidnât you say you were on your knees?â
He stutters, âYes, but first I put you on the desk.â
âOh, you did?â you tease, allowing the slight brattiness in his tone to slide by for now. âAlright then. Go ahead--!â Your words trail off into a squeak when youâre suddenly manhandled and placed on the desk, and Aaron is crowding in between your legs, kissing up your neck, his hands gripping your hips so tight you might bruise.
âAnd then I--â he breathes shakily in your ear, sending chills down your spine. âI ask if youâll let me taste you.â
âOnly if you ask nicely,â you gasp when he grinds into you, his erection barely constrained by his pants. âAnd if you-- fuck-- if you tell me why you need to.â
He whines, low in the back of his throat. âPlease, honey, donât make me--â
âAaron,â you pull him up by the back of his neck, applying just enough pressure at his throat so he knows youâre being serious and so he knows who is in charge here.
His eyes are nearly glazed over, but heâs there, heâs hungry, he wants you to stop dragging this out just as much as he needs you to continue. You raise one eyebrow.
âPlease,â he whispers, voice breaking and eyes shutting. âPlease, honey, I need to, itâs been back-to-back meetings this morning and I didnât want to leave you this morning and I just need to taste you again and make you cum again, please.â
âOkay, okay,â you coo, cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss to his forehead. âGo ahead.â
He surges forward and kisses your lips, crying, âThank you.â
He kneels before you as if he has you laid out on the altar, carefully dragging your pants down your hips, tossing them onto the couch. He takes your panties next, putting them in his pocket, and you let it slide because you canât help it, not when heâs like this.
He opens you up slowly this time, gently tonguing at your clit and darting in between your folds. Heâs waiting for something, and it isnât until you grind forward into his mouth that you realize what it is.
âWrap your arms around me,â you instruct, smiling when you feel him instantly stabilize you with his hands on your hips, tossing your legs over his shoulders. âGood boy.â You rock into his mouth to test him, and when he groans, you know heâs ready.
You chase your pleasure then, using his mouth in a way that is equally sinister and sweet, and he takes it, every bit of it, without hesitation.
It isnât long before your orgasm is approaching, and Aaron only seems to grow hungrier, pulling you in just as much as youâre pushing his face into you. He starts babbling nonsense into your core, and you understand none of it, but you donât need to.
Youâre covering your mouth when you cry out, just as the phone on his desk starts to ring. It sends a shock through you like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over your head, but Aaron doesnât stop. He shoves the phone off his desk, and it unplugs itself as it clatters to the floor, but he doesnât stop. Youâre not sure if itâs a second wave of the first orgasm, or a second orgasm altogether when you feel yourself reaching that peak once again, fingers tightening in his hair, grinding into his mouth.
When he finally, finally comes up for air, he has a dazed look in his eyes, and his face is soaked.Â
âFeel better?â you say through heaving breaths, cutting yourself off with a laugh.
He just nods and hums happily, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. âMuch better.â
+++
By the fourth day, the team is beginning to wonder if aliens replaced their Unit Chief with someone else entirely.Â
âHe is never late, not even by five minutes. Something is going on,â Emily hisses, smacking Morganâs shoulder lightly when said topic of their conversation breezes through the glass doors looking as happy and relaxed as ever -- and exactly seven minutes late.
âPrentiss, I think youâre being overdramatic,â Morgan chuckles. âHeâs got himself a woman now, thatâs why heâs so happy.â
âNo, I know that, I mean how relaxed heâs been. Isnât it weird?â
âItâs true,â Reid pipes up from the depths of his book. âHeâs been way less tense this past week.â
âGuys, we havenât been on a case, of course heâs not tense,â Morgan argues. âArenât you guys feeling better sleeping in your own beds?â
âAbsolutely,â JJ answers as she flies in with a handful of folders. When she spots everyoneâs alarmed looks, she adds, âThese are just for Hotch, theyâre not cases. Those are looming on the corner of my desk.â
She whirls up the stairs to knock on Hotchâs office door, and everyone watches with dropped jaws as Hotch accepts the mountain of paperwork with a smile.
âOkayâŠâ Morgan tilts his head. âMaybe Iâm convinced.â
Prentiss scoffs. âTypical.â
JJ slowly comes down the stairs, her eyebrows furrowed. She pauses in the small huddle Prentiss and Morgan have formed. âIs heâŠ?â
âYep,â Emily nods.
âHuh,â JJ shakes her head. âMust be love.â
âI mean, yeah, butâŠâ
âOr drugs,â Reid says without missing a beat. When everyoneâs heads turn toward him in alarm, he returns the expression. âWhat! I can joke about it!â
âSure, kid,â Morgan laughs. âAnyway, Iâm not complaining about him being less of a drill sergeant, Iâm just--â He waves his hand.
âWeirded out,â Prentiss finishes.
âIt is a little off putting, isnât it?â JJ adds.
âWhatâs off putting?â Rossi scares the shit out of everyone when he joins the circle, coffee in hand like always. âWhat are you gossiping about?â
âNothingâ comes the defensive reply, which is clearly the least convincing answer that any one of the team couldâve given him.
âHotch isâŠâ Prentiss starts, then looks to Morgan for help, and of course, Morgan offers none.
Rossi chuckles into his coffee. âI think we should all be grateful that he is finally dating someone who convinces him to sleep in and come to work at a reasonable hour.â
Everyone agrees, and when they glance back up at Hotchâs office, he is wearing his usual stern expression again. The team isnât sure whether theyâre glad to see it or not.
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Hotch leaves for a case that lasts four days too long (you feel the need to clarify that he was gone for a total of four days), and when he returns, he absolutely cannot keep his hands off of you.
âWe have to make up for all of the times I thought about you,â he declares into your neck while his hands have a mind of their own, traveling up your shirt and rolling your nipples between the pads of his fingers. The two of you barely make it to the couch, and fuck, he still has his damn suit on.
âAaron, thatâs like--â you gasp, arching into him. â--you texted me a million times.â
âAnd?â he fires back, nipping at your ear. âI wanted you there with me.â
âYou were working!â
âI donât care,â he whispers, going for your lips, claiming you, inhaling you. âIt was torture.â
You laugh against his mouth. âYouâre so dramatic-- Aaron!â
Somehow in the midst of your bickering, his hand found its way into your pants, and his fingers parted your folds mid-sentence.
He moans into your neck, âMissed you.â
You nod frantically against him. âMissed you too.â
He kisses you hard then, like heâs forgotten how to operate his own body after so long (four days, you remember) without yours.
He snakes himself down the couch until heâs at your core, dragging your pants down your legs as he goes. He buries his face in you, his nose nudging your clit with delicious friction through your panties. Heâs inhaling like a man starved, like he hasnât breathed properly in four days because he hasnât been here, mouthing at your clit.
He takes you apart for what feels like hours, and when you think youâre done, when youâre almost ready to tap out, he starts up once more.
âAaron,â you whine. This will be orgasm numberâŠfive, you think, if he manages to make you climax again -- not that youâre doubting him, but you are beginning to wonder just how many orgasms you can have in one night.
âI know, honey,â he murmurs, words muffled because he just wonât leave your pussy. His arms tighten their hold around your hips, adjusting your legs higher on his shoulders. âPlease, honey, just one more.â
âYouâve said one more three times already,â you groan, but despite your protests, your fingers remain firmly tangled in his hair, your palms steering his head where you need him most, and you arch into him, grinding your core into his open and eager mouth.
âOne more,â he repeats. âYou can take it, honey, I know you can.â
The drag of his tongue over your clit is so good that it hurts, and there might be tears falling from the corners of your eyes, you donât know. You just know that heâs ruining you -- he has ruined you -- and that youâre going to sleep for twelve hours after this.
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To celebrate ending yet another case -- and really just a poor excuse for team bonding in the form of drinks -- the team has decided to go out to a bar for the night, which means youâre invited.
And youâre thrilled.
Youâve never actually gotten to hang out with the team in full like this before. Youâve met them in passing, of course, as you visit the office, and once when Rossi had you and Aaron over for dinner, Derek and Penelope were able to make it, but this is everyone.
Miraculously, you make it out of Aaronâs apartment on time -- either one or both of you have been late to almost everything these days with this little game -- and youâre one of the first at the bar. Morgan is already nursing a drink and chatting up the bartender when you arrive, interrupting his flirting. Hotch grabs the bartenderâs attention instead, asking about what booths arenât reserved and also putting in drink orders.
Derek grins wide when he sees you, pulling you in for a hug. âI hear we have you to thank for how happy boss man has been.â
You hide your shock well, but Aaron sees the slight alarm in your eyes when you flick your gaze toward him for a moment. âWhy do you say that?â you ask through a laugh.
Derek then explains how Hotch has been almost an entirely different person at work, relaxed, carefree, smiling. âYouâre good for him,â Morgan says then, deadly serious. âI mean it.â
Itâs sincere, you know it is, but you canât help but stifle a laugh because he just has no idea.
Aaron returns to your side, his arm slipping comfortably around your waist, tugging you toward him. âWhat are we talking about?â
âYou,â you smile, stretching up for a kiss. âDid you get my favorite?â
âOf course I did,â he goes for another kiss, then turns to Derek. âHow was your day off?â
The time passes easily with Derek talking about the new renovations heâs doing on one of his properties. Your drink arrives and you sip while you listen, feeling yourself leaning into Aaronâs broad chest.
Soon Penelope arrives with JJ and Emily in tow, and the girls steal you away, crowding into the booth Aaron got for you. Rossi comes in later, Reid not far behind, though Reid comes to join you with the girls while Morgan continues to fail at flirting with the bartender. Eventually, Aaron comes to sit beside you on the edge of the booth, his hand easily slipping into yours underneath the table.
Itâs wonderful. Itâs a night full of warm laughter, drinks, and many embarrassing stories about Aaron at work. Most notably, the time he came into the office with your number on his coffee cup.
âHe thought none of us noticed,â Morgan snickers.
âI probably wouldnât have thought anything of it if he wasnât holding it so protectively,â Prentiss adds. âYouâd think he had state secrets hiding in his coffee.â
âI knew way before any of you did,â Reid declares with a bit of pride in his boyish little smile.
âHow could you possibly have known?â Hotch asks, but heâs smiling. Heâs been smiling through every story.
Reid shrugs. âYou never went out for coffee before.â
This catapults everyone into the story about the time Morgan got called out for trashing his coffee just to get back in line to talk to a girl, and by the end of it youâre clinging to Aaron with tears in your eyes from laughing so hard.
The music in the bar grows louder as the evening hours tick onward, and soon the lights are dimming and the dance floor is opening up. Youâve got just enough of a buzz in your veins that when Pen squeals, âThis is my song!â you follow her to the dancefloor with no hesitation.
Morgan isnât far behind, grinning wide when Pen pulls him into her. You manage to convince JJ and Emily to join you, which doesnât take much convincing at all, and soon the girls are all flocking to Reid, dragging him along, too.Â
Rossi watches on from the booth with a smirk, occasionally leaning over to say something to Hotch. When your eyes meet Aaronâs, your breath hitches.
He has that look in his eyes again. The look, the specific look that always gets you two in trouble these days. And fuck, you donât help yourself at all, because you raise one eyebrow at him, smirking, challenging. Practically egging him on. Oh, really? Here? You know he can hear your thoughts with only a glance.Â
He downs the rest of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving yours. Absolutely. Here.
He stalks over to you, arms outstretched. You pull him in, wanting to have a little fun first. You never get him on a dance floor like this, so youâre not about to waste the opportunity.
You spin yourself around in his arms, pressing your back to him, preening into the kiss that he leans down to press to your cheek. His hands rest on your hips for a moment before wrapping around you, resting on your stomach.
His lips travel to your ear. âYouâre making me hard.â
Thank God for the music blasting as loud as it is because you cannot imagine anyone else hearing this. You turn your head to whisper into his ear, âOh, am I?â As if you canât feel him, as if that wasnât your intention when you pulled him into you.
You feel him smirk against your skin. He turns his head again and claims your lips, but still restrains himself. For now.
âEither we need to leave,â he starts, pausing to nip discreetly at your earlobe, âor we need to excuse ourselves to the bathroom before I drop to my knees right here.â
You gasp, turning to look at him in shock. Obviously, you could tell he was getting hot and bothered, but you didnât think he was serious about doing it now. Spinning around in his arms, you cup his face and pull his lips down, leaving him on the dance floor with a wink.
You disappear through the bar to the bathroom, and Aaron probably shouldâve waited longer than he did before following you, but he canât take it anymore.Â
The good thing about this bar is that the bathrooms are one seat only, so the door locks, and the two of you have the room to yourself.
âYouâre insane,â you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him in.
His lips are on yours immediately, and he is ravenous. He tastes like whiskey and itâs the hottest thing, especially when heâs licking into your mouth, pulling moans from your chest with precision.
âIs this okay?â he asks in between kisses. âCan I have you?â
âSeriously?â you breathe into him. âYou want to? Here?â
He nods into the next kiss, open-mouthed, a groan low in his throat. âI do.â
âFuck,â you laugh. âIâm not complaining, I just--â
He lifts you onto the counter and kneels down, tossing your legs over his shoulders and pulling your hips to him. When he lifts your skirt, he freezes. Grins.
âYou were dancing like that on purpose,â he clicks his tongue. âNaughty.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about-- Aaron!â
Mid-sentence, as he so loves to do, heâs latched onto you and started devouring you. Heâs mumbling against your core, some nonsense about you wearing no panties on purpose -- and okay, maybe heâs got you there -- and grinding into him on the dance floor just to spite him.
When you try to lift your hips into his mouth, he pins you in place, looking up at you sternly. Your head falls back against the mirror, and he seizes the moment to dive back in, fucking you with his tongue this time.Â
You try to keep still, you really do, but itâs impossible when he does this, when his fingers bruise your hips and he growls into you like he canât get enough, like heâll never get enough of you, for as long as he lives.
âAaron,â you whine. âPlease.â
He just smirks into your core, the motherfucker, and tongues your clit lazily, keeping you right on the edge of bliss, but not quite throwing you over. Not yet.
When he works a finger inside of you, youâre practically flailing on the counter, and if it werenât for his grip, you might fall off. One finger becomes two, and then heâs curling them, hooking them just right, and your body lights on fire.
Youâre cumming before you even realize it, but he knows it, and he sucks on your clit at just the right moment so another wave crests. Youâre writing in his arms, useless against his mouth as he holds you where he wants you, riding out your orgasm until youâre whimpering.
Finally, he relents, standing up and pushing between your legs, cupping your jaw to kiss you hard.
Youâre breathless into every kiss, despite each one being slower and sweeter now.Â
He pulls away, thumb stroking your cheek. âMy sweet girl.â
Your eyes roll again, a laugh slipping from your chest. âDonât start.â
âYou started it,â he chuckles, one hand slipping under your skirt again, settling on your hips. âNo panties? Seriously?â
âI didnât feel like wearing any,â you smirk.
âRight,â he says, capturing your lips again. He presses one to your nose, then your cheeks, then your forehead, until youâre giggling. âHow much longer do you want to stay?â
You shake your head through a laugh. âA couple more songs, but not long,â you murmur against his lips. âIâve created a monster.â
He shrugs through a grin. âIâm not complaining.â
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After many attempts to schedule a dinner at Rossiâs house with the entire team, one finally succeeds. Everyone is free, no surprise case pops up, and youâre ecstatic. You love any excuse to dress up and drink wine and eat pasta -- homemade pasta, at that.
Youâre just finishing getting ready in the bathroom, dabbing the last touch ups of makeup under your eyes, when Aaron joins you, leaning against the doorframe to watch you in the mirror.
You think nothing of it at first. He loves to watch you get ready on any normal day. But when you catch his eyes in the mirror, your hands falter.
You glance at your phone on the counter, and then back up at him. âAaron. We have to leave in ten minutes.â
He just stares at you, his irises molten as they bore into your skin, pinning you in place.Â
âWeâll be late,â you scold, watching him come closer to you, hands reaching out for you. âAaron.â
âHoney,â he mimics your tone with a smirk. âJust five minutes.â
Youâre already pressing your thighs together just at the thought of it, and because this game the two of you have been playing has made you into a monster just as much as it has him.Â
âOne round,â you give him your best I-mean-business look, but he just smirks at you. âOr weâll be late.â
âItâs just dinner with Dave,â Aaron says, pressing a kiss to your lips. âWeâll be fine.â
You expect him to kneel down and take you right there, but he doesnât. He pulls you into the bedroom and lays you out for him, as if laying out a feast fit for a king. When he places a pillow under your hips, you know youâre fucked.Â
But you donât care. Suddenly, being late doesnât matter all that much, not when youâve got Aaronâs head between your legs.
Heâs murmuring sweet nothings into you, about how gorgeous you are, how he wonât be able to last at dinner with you in this dress, and youâre melting into the mattress with every word, every touch, every drag of his tongue.
One round, unsurprisingly, turns into two, that unsurprisingly, ends with him inside of you.
Somehow, youâre only half an hour late to the dinner, but you are the last ones to arrive, which is, without a doubt, suspicious.
âThereâs the lovebirds,â Dave smirks when you both walk in.Â
âSorry weâre so late,â you chuckle, sheepish.
âTraffic,â Aaron explains, which is just about as obvious of a lie as any. It doesnât help that he says it with a smile that is not apologetic in the slightest.
You know you arenât hiding it well either, but Aaron is zero help with his smug little smile, looking every bit the role of that cat that caught the fucking canary. Not to mention, the glances he keeps sending your way as if he didnât just fuck you right before this.
You make it through dinner before you excuse yourself down the hall to the bathroom, hoping but not necessarily expecting Aaron to follow you. But he does, of course he does.
If it wasnât obvious before, it sure becomes obvious then, and Rossi just smirks as Derek passes Emily a twenty.
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Sirius can keep quiet about his relationship with Severus, but he definitely can't hold back when they first have sex. He doesn't even think twice before saying that he's in a relationship with Severus and that they're "on a new level" because it's his love, while James is still trying to persuade Lily to go on a date. Sirius talks about the whole day, the date, what they ate, what they talked about, he leaves out the intimate details, but he seems to be on cloud nine.
Severus simply crosses the common room to sit next to Regulus.
"I'm sleeping with your brother," a fact that Regulus will have to accept.
"Did he infect you with something? Rabies? Then you better stay away from me, give me some space so I can run away when you start biting," Regulus grumbles.
"No, I'm just saying so you don't whine and cry later that I don't tell you anything."
"I wouldn't, it's scary to hear such information," Regulus straightens his shoulders.
"Nothing more to say?" Severus expected a staged performance about the betrayal of the entire Slytherin house.
"My condolences."
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Okay... I wrote another one! 18k ish E rated fanfic. POV Mr Sirius Black and his *very casual* feelings for Severus Snape đđ
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Avengers: Endgame (2019) dir. Anthony Russo, Joe Russo
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"Mr. Rogers I almost forgot, that suit did nothing for your ass"
"No one asked you to look Tony."
This is a thousand percent the type of conversation old divorced couples have. They've gotten over the hatred and bitterness and now they're just here to annoy each other out of pure love for the game
Ten years earlier Tony was squeezing that ass mid-makeout session and stopped just to say "this suit does nothing for your ass, I'll fix that" and Steve laughed into his lips before shutting him up with more kisses
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QUICK! the stony fandom is dying! REBLOG if you're a true #stoner!
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Run, Granger. I'll give you a head start.
Late night in the shadows When the daylight comes, remember You can't hide, you canâČt run.
Don't make any changes. Ask permission when using
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âą God some people piss me off âą stop turning grown characters into child-like comical representations so here we have, of course beginning with Demon Slayer ,
Sanemi has anger issues and is a violent person generally , but he has come to UNDERSTAND the rank of Hashiras and the Master and that he cannot order them around / insult them as he pleases.
Giyuu is NOT an awkward shy boy, he s a Hashira that commands the other demon slayers and they listen to him. Him and the other Hashira also understand and acknowledge each other's authority over the Corps.
Giyuu and Sanemi dislike each other clearly, but can and will cooperate on missions and in battles , and other important matters that Hashiras handle. They re not children who had a fight in kindergarden and now avoid each other.
Muichiro is generally out of focus and kind of lost, but he does concentrate in battles and missions and he prioritizes his tasks right. He won't get distracted by clouds mid-fight.
Tengen does use his charm and good looks for his advantage when the situation calls for it. He does NOT flirt with every woman he sees or whine about missions or getting injured and having scars. He does NOT pop out stupid jokes and remarks every chance he gets.
Shinobu is respectful to all Hashiras and treats them personally when they need it, if she is in the Butterfly Mansion. She does NOT insult them or get passive-aggressive out of nowhere. She only teases Giyuu to get close to him, not to disrespect him.
Douma and Akaza will always hate each other. Douma does NOT consider Akaza a friend. He s a psycho who's appearance is a total opposite from his intentions and desires. He does NOT get sad after violent encounters with him, but more so, uses them as bait to disrespect Akaza even more.
I hate mischaracterization more than anything guys as you can see
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Dickon
As the Stars Have Decreed 1k
In the aftermath of Daenerysâ siege on the Lannister army, Winterfell offered the Tarly's sanctuary while Daenerys and Cersei waged their war, but Jon had never anticipated, never fathomed that in doing so he would have to watch as Dickon Tarly made eyes at Sansa. It burned the blood in his veins.
burn me like a wildfire (kiss me like a bruise) 1k
Looking up at him as he was thrusting into her, she couldnât resist licking the sweat dotting the sharp curve of his jaw. He chuckled and looked at her, eyes dark as thunderstorms and promising as sin, and shifted his hips slightly. Oh fuck - she thought, and then could think no more.
Gifset: where jon meets someone brave gentle and stronger and immediately needs to fight him by @cindy-clawford
Jaime
What Once Was Sweet 5k by @justadram
Before they wed, things were sweet between Jon and Sansa.
Jealousies ficlet @justadram
Jon never liked Sansaâs choice of a Lord Commander and the feeling increased with every quarterly visit he made to Winterfell.
Words (series, 9k) @justadram
The words hang there in the air, thick with steam, exposing Jonâs heart for judgment.
You Don't Get Her, Kinglsayer 11k by @kittykatknits
From the tumblr prompt: jaime rides to winterfell and bends the knee to sansa and becomes an honorable advisor, Jon is very jealous.
are you hurting the one you love? series, 2k
Of course he doesnât want Jaime Lannister around her. Sansa shouldnât have to be around a single person who was responsible for her years in captivity, who pushed Bran out of a window for the gods sake. No if he was honest thereâs more than just his rational side that wants Jaime Lannister no where near Sansa, his Sansa.
Willas
Kiss the Dusk 1k
Margaery asked what a man whoâd once dedicated his life to celibacy could know of pleasing a woman. Sansa wanted to ask her what a maid could know of pleasure.
Robin
All I ever wanted and all I feel I cannot have ficlet by
âAre you insulting my cousin?ââYour cousin or your husband?â he asked, whirling around to face her properly.It shouldnât bother him. It wasnât any of his business who she was making stockings for, who would see her wearing them, who would get to peel them off and replace them with soft kisses.âYou think Iâm going to marry Robin?â Sansa retorted with a disbelieving laugh.He tilted his head towards the stockings. âAre they for someone else then?â
General
Let Them Lay Swords at Your Feet (I Just Want to Put My Sword in Your Sheath) 12k by @vivilove-jonsa
A completely satiric look at Jealous!Jon at Winterfell when he returns from his mission to gain a powerful ally and dragons.Jon Snow didn't expect things to go swimmingly with the Northern lords or his family when he returned North after having bent the knee. He was prepared for that. He'd do anything to keep them safe even if it had meant a thousand walks of shame through the streets of Kings Landing. However, what he wasn't prepared for was facing his feelings of extreme jealously when he returns to his fair sister again...and finds a lot of guys lining up to swear themselves to her service.
The Mad King 1k by @zarahjoyce
"They say only few things cause the King of the North to lose his head, and when he does it can be quite a spectacle.One of those things, they whisper, is when they concern the Lady of Winterfell."aka Sansa gets a lot of marriage offers and Jon... doesn't take it quite well.
Stay With Me ficlet
"Or perhaps," Tyrion drawled, leaning back in his chair. "Instead of running away from your feelings, you and Jon could just marry and sort the tension out the good old, naked way.""What?" Sansa squeaked, the letter falling out of her grasp and drifting to the floor."He needs a Queen," Tyrion stated simply. "As Lady of Winterfell, you can combine Winterfell's needs with the North's, a united front.""You're forgetting the most important part," Sansa scoffed. "He would have to want to marry me."Tyrion laughed, the sound echoing loudly around the room, startling Sansa in its ferocity. "Oh my dear, I don't think you need to worry about that."
Belong 1k by @amymel86
Sansa knows how to push Jon's buttons to get him how she likes him - possessive.
It Drives You Mad With Jealousy 1k
Jon hates when all men look at Sansa, especially Littlefinger.
Jon Snow Being Stupid Jealous ficlet by @graceverse
And donât even get him started with Sandor Bloody Fucking Clegane.
And So He Waited 3k by @graceverse
Jon angrily stormed off from another council, where he had sat as an equal to the Dragon Queen but was so effectively ignored by Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell and Warden of the North. No matter how hard he had stared at her, willing her too look at him, she remained regally stoic, not once acknowledging his presence. When the meeting was over, she stood up, statuesque and queenly in her dark furs, her pale solemn face sweeping across the room, nodding at Northern Lords before quietly walking away, sparing not even the slightest, smallest glance at his direction.This will end.Jon wasnât going to let Sansa ignore him for another minute. He cannot endure it. Not anymore.
Simple but Smart/Complicated but Stupid. 4k
To the prompt: A Jon x Sansa prompt in spirit of a subject we've discussed in the past: Sansa and Gendry have a great amount of respect towards each other's craftsmanship and an understanding of the hard work behind it, the respect of an artisan towards an other. Arya is annoyed; Jon is jealous. You get chocolat chips cookies if he get to discuss it with someone else before the obligatory smut ;o)Basically, this ended up becoming a smut fest. Arya and Gendry. And Jon and Sansa.Gendry and Sansa start collaborating on Arya's name day present and spending time together. Jon act irrationally jealous and kind of douchey. His sister is just sick of this shit and wants her lover to bang her brains out so she doesn't have to think about her idiot brother. Sansa is observant and wants to remind Jon that he's the man she wants.
Jealousy, Thy name is Jon 6k by @asongforjonsa
Jon and Daenerys arrive at Winterfell. Sansa makes a new friend.
Ghost, the greatest wingman ficlet by @captainbee89
âBloody roses,â Jon muttered breathlessly as he pulled the harp along the corridor.âYour Grace, I can help!â Brienne called, alarmed at his intention to pull the damn heavy thing himself.âNo!â Jon barked, wincing at the less than convincing pant that followed his command. âNo need Brienne. I shall deliver this to Lady Sansa myself.âBrienneâs lips twitched before she bowed her head respectively and left him to carry on down the hall to Sansaâs rooms.
Rumor has it 2k by @captainbee89
Jon overhears Sansa discussing Pod'sâŠtalentsâŠand thinks there is something going on between them.
But I'm a man who needs hope 3k by @captainbee89
Sansaâs throne however, was a different concern. Bran had removed himself from the line of succession and claimed he would never marry or father children. Rickon had become too wild and they had allowed him to remain in Skagos with Osha. The fate of House Stark rested upon Sansa and Arya. And now that the White Walkers were defeated and peace was upon them, the Lords were rightly concerned about the future and the continuity of peace. Without an heir, chaos could easily rise up once more with distant relatives all vying for a claim of Winterfell and the North.Jon understood why Sansa was inviting Lords to Winterfell, the logical part of him agreed that securing a marriage and producing heirs was needed in order to stop panic and to stop any possibility of yet another war over the succession.He understood it but he didnât have to like it.
Fights and Flames 3k by @castaliareed
Jon is jealous and wants to speak with Sansa about it. Their talk takes an unexpected turn when she begs him not to do anything stupid.
always loved a queen 27k by @jade-masquerade
When he catches word Sansa is set to entertain a certain Daario Naharis, styling himself as the âPrince of Meereen,â in Winterfell, Jon finally decides to return from beyond the Wall.
You Are All I Need 2k by @kittensjonsa
Sansa and Jon are K&QITN and are expecting their first child. Sansa is looking incredibly beautiful and gorgeous making everyone take notice and Jon isnât too comfortable with that.
needle and fabric 1k
âYou're jealous, Jon Snow!âNo one has called him that in years and the way her eyes widen makes him think of a little girl, long locks of auburn hair chasing her brothers through the halls, before it was improper and unladylike.
Not on my watch 1k
His watch has just begun, Jon will not let this Northern man get close to Sansa at the Winterfell Feast.
Art: Kill Bill Sirens by wolvesofspring
Gifsets: Jealous of Aegon by deactivated - I'm not jealous by @cindy-clawford - She's got a type... by @cindy-clawford - Davos is too old for this shit by @cindy-clawford - your inner cesare borgia is showing by @dcbicki - Jon and Sansa Jealousy by @kitnjon - Jon and Sansa Jealous by @jonstarks - Jealous Jon parallels s3&7 by @jonstarks - Jealousy about Joffrey by @thewindsofwolves - Angry kitten Jon... by @melissa-blogs
BONUS: Video compilation of Jon being totally normal about men mentioning Sansa
PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALE - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - SEASON SIX - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY - FREE CITIES - FAIRYTALE PART II - POLITICAL MARRIAGE - SALTY TEENS - POST CANON - RICKON LIVES - JON X ALAYNE - EDWARDIAN - VICTORIAN - OUTSIDER POV - FIGURE SKATING
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