Aries: You’re burning yourself at both ends. You’re not gonna survive this way for much longer. You have to pick a side and let the rest die out as painful as it is.
Taurus: It’s okay to let go of your past and walk away. It’s okay to be a different person now because that’s what it takes. It’s okay to need to be different than who you were.
Gemini: I wonder if you ever grew that spine you needed or if I just never gave you enough credit for surviving. I’m sorry. I hope things are better now
Cancer: Don’t ever let someone become your world again. You are better than that. You are better than sacrificing yourself for someone else.
Leo: Some pains needs to be talked about before they can heal. Some pains needs to let air hit theM a few times. No amount of vodka will do you as much good as saying their name in a conversation without crying.
Virgo: You have to forgive yourself. I know I’m a broken fucking record but forgive yourself and grow the fuck up. You can do great things if you can stop tripping over your own two ducking g feet.
Libra: They don’t define you. Your love for them was not the only thing about you. There is so much more than just what they made you into. I promise.
Scorpio: Sometimes you have to forgive them for yourself. Doesn’t mean letting them back in just means not being terrified of their ghost in your memory
Sagittarius:I hope you are safe now. I hope the water is truly calm. I hope this is the fairytale ending you wanted. But if it’s not you can always call me. I will always be there.
Capricorn: Being Stubborn and indecisive was never a good combo. You have to commit to something even if it’s just yourself. Being a coward doesn’t suit you.
Aquarius: I hope you know you’re still loved. I hope you know nothing was ever to bad to be forgiven. I’m sorry if the skeletons in your closet ever got between us.
Pisces: Sometimes You can’t come home. Sometimes you can’t go back. It’s okay to dance in the ashes of the bridges you burned. It’s okay to miss the promises those bridges once held
Summary: Two men, two tragic backstories. One woman determined to make them both happy.
AKA: feel safe at night sleep with an FBI agent and the worlds deadliest assassin 😂
Warnings: NSFW. PURE SMUT. Restraints, blindfolds, unprotected three way sex, oral (male receiving), oral (female receiving), praise kink, degradation, cockwarming, thigh riding, mentions of alcohol, language
Author’s Note: Happy Birthday Hotch 🥰 have a threesome
Masterlist
Yet another hard week at the hospital brought you to your knees, sobbing as you sank to the hardwood just inside the front door. Upon hearing your distress, your lovers are by your side in an instant.
John pulls you into his warm chest, his muscular arms wrapping you in comfort. His large hand strokes your hair as you tearfully relate the story of your stressful day.
Seeing that John has you well taken care of, Aaron comes up with a plan of his own.
“I’ll be right back,” he assures, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before disappearing up the stairs.
“You know we both love you so much, right?” John inquires as he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze and planting a tender kiss to your forehead. “We will always be here for you.”
About 15 minutes later when your tears had mostly dried, but the exhaustion remained, Aaron re-emerged.
“Come with me darling,” he requests, reaching out for you. “I have a surprise.”
“What are you up to, Aaron?” You wonder aloud.
“What are you up to, Aaron?” You wonder aloud.
With a mischievous grin, he replies. “You’ll see.”
The sight that meets your eyes as he sets you on your feet in the master bath is breathtaking.
Dimmed lights, candles burning, and a tub full of hot, soapy bubbles. His thoughtfulness is enough to make you tear up again.
“For me?” You squeak, eyes watering.
“All for you,” Aaron replies, softly grabbing the hem of your scrub shirt and lifting it over your head. Drinking in the sight of your exposed skin, gingerly kisses your collarbone and stomach before returning his attention to your remaining clothes.
Next he moves on to your lower half. He unties the drawstring and slowly shimmies your scrub pants and underwear down over your hips, warm hands grazing your sensitive skin the whole way.
As he stoops to grab the discarded clothing, he pauses, pressing his lips softly to your thigh before standing and lifting you up to set you on the cool countertop; placing himself squarely between your legs.
Tilting your chin up to him, he captures your lips in a warm, wet kiss. A soft sigh of contentment escapes your lips as he slowly pulls away. He gingerly brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear before leaning in and reaching both arms around to unclasp your bra.
The weight of the day seems to slip away with every article of clothing he removes.
“That’s right, baby,” he encourages. “Just relax. Are you feeling better?”
The small, shy smile that graces your lips is all the confirmation he needs.
“Come here, honey,” he requests and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He lifts you easily from the counter, placing your feet back on the tile floor.
“You go ahead and get in darling,” he suggests. “I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna grab you some cozy PJs alright?”
As he turns to go, he feels a tug at his wrist.
“Wait,” you plead, pulling him close once more. “Please don’t go. Get in with me?”
Who could say no to that angelic expression?
Immediately stopping in his tracks, Aaron lifts the hem of his purple polo shirt, slightly exposing his scarred abdomen.
Your soft voice cuts through the quiet, a sweet distraction.
“Let me,” you request. “Please.”
Dropping his hands, he relents to your desire.
Your hands slip under the fabric, pressing flat against the warm skin of his belly.
Closing his eyes and soaking in the pleasant sensation, Aaron sighs out, “Oh baby.”
Lifting the shirt over his head, you discard it with a fling before leisurely unzipping the fly of his jeans. Hooking your fingers in the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, you slip them both off and he steps out, exposed in all his glory.
“Come here, you,” he says with a grin, easily sweeping you up in his strong arms and settling you both in the hot, soapy water.
The warm water soothes your fatigued body and you relax back into Aaron, resting your head back on his broad shoulder. His arms slip around your waist as he presses a tender kiss behind your right ear, his slight stubble scratching your neck.
Moments later, John’s imposing frame fills the doorway, arms laden with a bottle of wine and three glasses, as well as a variety of cheese and crackers.
“I figured you could use a drink,” his deep voice rings out. “And no one drinks alone in this house.”
Placing everything on the counter, he reaches for the bottom shelf of the linen cabinet where the bath tray is stored. Retrieving it, he arranges the spread on the tray and places it before you. As he turns to leave, your angelic voice reaches his ears.
“John.”
He turns, greeted by the sultry look in your eyes and the entrancing motion of your hand beckoning him closer.
He approaches eagerly and once within arm’s reach, you lean forward, hooking your finger through his belt loop and drawing him to the edge of the tub.
“Kneel,” you command, and the usually formidable man is on his knees in an instant, as if under the influence of some intoxicating spell.
His first glimpse of your body renders him speechless as your voice interrupts his train of thought, his eyes remain fixed on your soapy breasts.
“Cat got your tongue, baby?” You inquire, your finger lifting his handsome face to meet your gaze.
“It’s okay, you can tell me. Do you like what you see?”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he replies.
“I love it.”
Suddenly his massive hands are on either side of your face, pulling you in for a steamy kiss. His tongue slides hungrily against yours, tasting faintly of his favorite bourbon.
You find yourself grabbing desperately at his shirt, slipping it over his wide shoulders, breaking the kiss to slip it over his head.
“Stand up,” you whisper breathlessly and he obliges. Your nimble hands make quick work of his jeans and a sigh of relief escapes him as your palms make their way down his thighs, removing the last remaining clothing.
The pull of your hand on his relays an unspoken invitation which he readily accepts. Stepping over the side, he carefully lifts the tray and sets it aside before easing into the heated water.
“Relax, angel,” Aaron encourages as John returns the tray to its rightful place. “Let us take care of you.”
“I believe I promised you a drink,” John recalls, placing a glass of white wine in your hand as recline once more against Aaron’s chest.
“Thank you, honey,” you reply, taking a sip as Aaron’s large, capable hands massage the knots of tension in your shoulders.
Your body goes completely limp at his soothing touch. Head falling back on his shoulder, your eyes close in blissful relaxation.
“Oh my god, Aaron,” you whimper, “that feels so good.”
His soft lips trail his hands, littering your shoulders and neck with feathery soft kisses before pausing just behind your ear; the combination of his warm breath and whispered filth making you squirm and whine with need.
Aaron’s undivided attention has you so pleasantly distracted that you hardly notice when John lifts your leg, resting your right ankle on his left shoulder. That is, until John presses a steamy kiss to your ankle, tenderly nipping your sensitive skin.
You gasp at the unexpected sensation, your nails digging into Aaron’s forearm. John smirks, pleased with his effect on you and his lips continue their warm, wet trail up your calf.
His strong hands follow, providing a sorely needed foot and leg massage. The sheer relief and intensity of his touch has you arching back against Aaron, head thrown back on his shoulder.
“Ohhhh John, FUCK,” you moan out. “That feels so amazing.”
Not one to be outdone, Aaron grasps you firmly by the chin, turning your head to look him right in the eyes. The hunger in his dark eyes makes your heart skip a beat before he claims your mouth with his tongue.
The sudden absence of John’s touch tears your attention away from Aaron and twists your expression into a pout.
“John,” you plead, “Please don’t leave me.”
“Fear not, my love,” he reassures, squeezing your hand as he rises from the water. “I have a surprise for you. I’ll be right back.”
“What is he up to?” You muse as he disappears out of sight.
“I don’t know,” Aaron replies, caressing your nipple with the pad of his thumb. “And I don’t care. I have you all to myself. I’ll make you forget he’s gone.”
His touch sends shockwaves straight to your core, leaving you squirming and desperately in need of friction.
Taking matters into your own hands, you rise from the water, slowly turning to face Aaron.
Massive hands gripping your ass firmly, he pulls you almost close enough to taste.
“You smell so good baby,” he murmurs against your skin. “I can’t wait to devour you.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart,” he vows. “But not quite yet,” he teases, softly nipping the skin of your inner thigh.
Grabbing your hands, he pulls you in, straddled on his solid thigh. Unable to resist your desire any longer, you twine your arms around Aaron’s back and shoulder and roll your hips eagerly against him.
Overwhelming sensation ripples through your body and leaves you a whimpering mess, your nails digging into Aaron’s skin.
“You two look like you’re having fun,” John’s voice rings out. “Mind if I join?”
“Oh John,” you breathe. “Please.”
He approaches, kneeling by the tub with a wicked grin.
“Your pretty mouth is entirely too empty for my liking,” he states. “Open wide for me, baby.”
Leaning over the cool fiberglass you oblige, lips open wide, tongue out, eyes closed; anxiously awaiting your surprise.
A sudden but familiar sound startles you just before the taste of sweet whipped cream on your tongue makes you sigh with pleasure.
“Good girl,” John praises, pulling you in and pressing his tongue to yours, leaving you breathless.
The passion in the kiss stokes the flames of desire and John’s teeth softly tug at your lower lip as you unconsciously pulled away, involuntarily rocking your hips back into Aaron.
“Maybe I should give you two some time alone,” John suggests, slowly rising to leave.
“No, John, wait! Please stay,” you plead pitifully.
“It’s alright, really,” he reassures, softly stroking your hair. “Both of us together can be a bit much. Take your time. I’ll be waiting.”
And with that he disappears into the master bedroom.
Still overly stimulated and desperate for friction, you rut into Aaron’s thigh even more frantically than before, panting for breath as you quickly near your peak.
His fingers digging into your hips, he brings you to a sudden halt, leaving you nearly in tears of frustration.
“You dirty girl,” he chides, lifting your chin to stare into your soul. “If you’re so wet and desperate, we’ll put you to good use.”
Pushing you off his lap, he quickly stands, grabbing a towel and drying off before wrapping it around his waist. You scramble out behind him, throwing on a fluffy robe that had been set aside for you earlier. Before you can even tie the sash, Aaron has you thrown over his shoulder and halfway to the bed.
Next thing you know, you’re being tossed through the air before bouncing to a halt on the massive king sized bed, flat on your back. A fit of childlike giggles overcomes you, quickly replaced by a nervous shiver down your spine at the scene before your eyes.
Both men loom over you, a familiar look of lustful hunger in their dark eyes as they drink in your barely concealed figure.
“We thought we might try something new tonight, darling,” John informs you, grabbing a tie from the nightstand by the bed. “A blindfold,” he continues. “That is, if it’s alright with you.”
A moment’s hesitation flashes through your mind before the decision is made.
“It’s alright, John,” you consent, looking them both in the eyes. “I trust you.”
“Anything you’re uncomfortable with, we can stop at any time,” he reassures, softly stroking your cheek. “Just use the stoplight system,” he explains. “Green for good to go, yellow for slow down, and red for an immediate stop, no questions asked and we can discuss. Understand?”
Nodding, you signal your comprehension.
“I need to hear you say it, love,” he requests.
“I understand,” you reply. “Green for go. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop.”
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, softly kissing your cheek. He slips the silky material over your eyes, pausing a moment before he ties the ends behind your head.
“What’s your color baby?”
Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you respond, quietly but firmly, “Green.”
“Just relax,” Aaron soothes as John ties the knot and removes your robe. “We’re going to take such good care of you tonight.”
The complete darkness provided by the blindfold amplified your anticipation immensely. You laid on the bed, heart racing, body aching for their touch. What must have only been a couple of minutes seemed to stretch on for hours as you tried to wait patiently.
“John?” You call out, squirming as the burning desire from lack of contact consumes you.
“I’m right here, my love,” he reassures, almost at the same moment as a pair of soft lips press a searing kiss to your lower belly.
“Oh!” You gasp, stunned by the electric sensation that had heat pooling between your thighs already. Aaron continues his sinful trail down your body, leaving you panting for breath as he stops just shy of where you need him most.
“So wet already and we haven’t even touched you yet,” he teases, eagerly licking a wet stripe up your quivering cunt before gently sucking your clit between his lips.
The instant jolt of mind-numbing pleasure short circuits your brain, leaving you back arched, fingers desperately gripping the sheets until your mind catches up to your body.
Just as an obscene moan issues from your lips, John smothers it with a deep, wet kiss.
Aaron’s strong arms snake around your legs, his massive palms pressed flat against the sensitive skin of your belly; holding your hips firmly in place.
John’s hands begin to wander, massaging your breast as his tongue finds its way to your neck. Sucking bruises into your skin, he rolls your nipple between his fingers, instantly making you squirm against Aaron’s skilled tongue. Your legs begin to shake as you let out a desperate moan, the overwhelming mix of sensations pushing you rapidly to the edge.
Just as quickly as heaven approaches, it is cruelly wrenched from your grasp as Aaron retreats, leaving your cunt dripping with need.
Luckily you need not think straight to even follow directions, as your men do all the work. Strong hands guide you up to your knees, legs spread wide. After a moment’s shuffling, a pair of hands caress your thighs, pulling you back to a seated position; a familiar beard scratching your hypersensitive skin.
John.
“I have a treat for you,” Aaron’s deep voice rings out, making you flinch. “That is,” he resumes, “if you promise to be a good girl for me and do as I say. Look, but don’t touch.”
“I will,” you squeak.
“You will, what?” he inquires. “Be specific, pet.”
“I will be a good girl for you, I promise,” you vow.
“For your sake,” he replies, leaning in to remove your blindfold, “I certainly hope so.”
As you adjust to the blinding brightness of the room, Aaron’s naked figure comes into focus right before your eyes. The mere sight of his hard, swollen cock was enough to make your mouth water and your cunt throb.
Fueled by instinct and raw desire, all promises of being good are quickly forgotten as you reach out a hand to stroke his erection.
“You dirty whore,” he scolds, brushing your hand away. “So focused on my cock you can’t even follow a simple instruction. So much for being a good girl.”
“I can- I will,” you plead. “Please sir, I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s a little late for that now,” he replies. “Bad girls who can’t behave themselves have to learn their lesson.”
Picking up the discarded blindfold, he moves to your side, untying the knot and cinching it around your wrists.
“Maybe that will teach you to keep your hands to yourself until given permission,” he states, returning to his previous spot.
“I was going to let you have my cock in your pretty little mouth since I know how much you love it, but now,” he trails off, “since you’re being a little brat I guess I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands.”
Watching Aaron spit in his palm and reach down to wrap his hand around his aching erection, you become acutely aware of your own pulsing need, and John’s devotion to relieving it.
His tongue presses into your slick heat, nose barely brushing your clit, and beard burning your thighs.
“Oh GOD, John,” you cry out, and he moans, the resulting vibrations against your clit leave you gasping for air, grinding on his face, your arousal coating his beard.
Your focus is broken by Aaron’s sinful moans, causing you to stare, mesmerized as he stokes from his base all the way to his flushed, leaking tip.
His dark eyes lock with yours as his tongue glides slowly over his lips before disappearing with a smirk.
FUCK.
He’s teasing you, and it’s so totally working.
“Such a filthy little slut, so desperate for my cock you can’t even keep your mouth closed. Don’t even pretend you’re not. Nothing but a set of wet, needy holes for us to use,” he mocks, eyeing your shocked expression.
“I know you want my dick down your throat,” he continues, “but you’ve been a fucking brat and you don’t deserve it. If you want it so bad, prove it. Beg for me.”
“Please sir,” you whimper, “I want your cock in my mouth so badly. Please, please sir, let me suck your cock.”
“I’m not convinced. Surely you can do better than that,” he suggests.
“You’re right,” you whine. “I’m a filthy slut. Your filthy slut. Please, please use me like your dirty whore and fill my throat, sir.”
“That’s more like it,” he approves, wrenching you head back by the hair and forcing you meet his steely gaze.
“John’s going to continue ravaging your pretty pussy with his mouth while I fuck your face,” he explains. “And you are not, under any circumstances, to cum before I do, or there will be repercussions. Are we understood?”
“Y-yes,” you choke out.
“Yes, WHAT?” he questions. “So fucking needy you can’t even remember how to address me properly?”
“Y-YES SIR,” you whine pitifully. “I understand.”
“Good,” he replies, stroking your lips with the pad of his thumb. “Now open up.”
Eager to please, you stick out your tongue, gagging and eyes watering as he thrusts down your throat. You struggle to breathe through your nose as lines of drool begin to run down your chin.
Hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue against the underside of his length, you bob your head taking as much of him as you possibly can.
Meanwhile, John continues his worship of your sex, his tongue circling and flicking your clit bringing you dangerously close to your peak.
“I knew a filthy tramp like you could take my whole cock down her throat,” Aaron gloats, cock twitching at the sensation as you swallow around him.
Just then, John switches it up, sucking and lapping at your clit, sending fireworks from your head to your toes. Your orgasm burns hot and fast like wildfire, completely out of your control.
Your hips instinctively squirm against John’s bearded face, dripping pussy clenching around nothing as you moan desperately around Aaron’s cock.
The vibration and tightening of your throat pushes Aaron over the edge, groaning as his release coats the back of your throat.
SHIT. You’re in big trouble now.
Leaving spit running down your neck and the remnants of his release on your lips, he slips from your mouth. Gripping you tightly by the hair, he wrenches your head back, his ferocious gaze assuring you that the consequences will be severe.
“Were you so focused on getting my cock in your mouth that you forgot every word that came out of mine?” he demands.
“I-I,” you stutter.
“I’m talking to you, you fucking brat, and I expect an answer!” he exclaims.
“No, sir. I didn’t forget,” you plead with a repentant look. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to, I just couldn’t help myself. I really am sorry, sir.”
“Whether you meant to or not makes no difference to me,” he asserts. “Disobedience is disobedience, and you know what happens to bad girls who don’t mind.”
“Yes, sir.” comes your defeated response. “They get punished.”
“That’s right.” he replies. “And this time, you’d better be a good little slut and do as I say.”
“I will,” you whimper. “I promise I’ll be good this time.”
Pulling you up from your seat on John’s face, he unties your wrists before explaining the details of your discipline.
“You’re going to sit on John’s cock,” he orders. “And you’re not allowed cum or to touch either him or me.”
“When will I be done?” you inquire.
“When I say so, brat.” he replies. “Oh, and one more thing,” he continues. “Don’t even think about moving. You sit still like a good little girl and maybe you’ll earn your reward.”
“Yes, sir. Whatever you say.” you agree.
Releasing your hair, he tilts your chin up to meet his lustful eyes.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Resting his back against the headboard, John lets his knees fall out to either side, the soles of his feet lightly touching and offers you a hand for support as you straddle him. He drags the tip of his cock languidly through your wet folds, teasing you as he aligns himself with your slick entrance. Bracing your hands on the mattress, you slowly sink onto his rigid length, moaning at the feel of every ridge and vein as he stretches your aching pussy.
“Oh, FUCK,” you moan as he bottoms out, catching your breath as you adjust to the feeling of him sheathed so deeply inside you.
“That’s it sweetheart,” John whispers, the combination of his beard and his warm breath tickling your neck.
“Oh god,” you whine, as you obediently place your hands on your knees.
“Shhhhhhh,” he soothes, one hand flat against your lower belly, the other caressing your jaw. “You’re doing great, baby. Just relax. Lean your head back on my shoulder.”
Taking his advice, you lay your head back on John’s shoulder and he wastes no time in pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck as his right hand squeezes your tender breast.
A strangled groan falls from your lips, your nails digging into the skin of your leg as his lavished attention quickly leaves you trembling.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he praises, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “Such a good girl,” he breathes, his cock pulsing inside you. “You take me so well.”
Biting your lower lip, you struggle to hold in obscene sighs as the hand that was groping your breast travels slowly and sensually down your body, finally making its way to your soaked, needy sex.
The brush of his thumb against your aching clit pushes you so close to the edge that you’re seeing stars, and you sniffle as tears well up from overstimulation.
Seeing the tears about to fall, Aaron lightly slaps your cheek.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He inquires mockingly. “I thought my little slut LOVED cockwarming. Don’t cry now, you’re just getting started.”
“She can’t take anymore, Aaron,” John cuts in, jumping quickly to your defense. “She’s followed your rules and been a very good girl,” he says, softly kissing the cheek just marked by the other man. “You’re torturing my angel,” he snaps, wrapping his comforting arms around you.
Hearing John’s concerned tone and witnessing a single tear slide down your cheek, Aaron wonders if he may have pushed the scene a bit too far.
Gently cupping your chin, he asks, “What’s your color, baby?”
“G-green,” you choke out. “Please just let me cum, sir,” you plead tearfully. “Please, GOD, please, sir. I can’t take anymore. I’ll get down on my knees and beg if you want.”
“You do look beautiful on your knees,” he muses. “But begging won’t be necessary. I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
“May I PLEASE finish with John, sir?” you implore, still on the verge of tears.
“Yes, my love,” he permits, licking the pad of his thumb and pressing it against your tender clit. “No more restrictions. We’re here to please you sweet girl.”
The sudden friction sends tendrils of burning desire straight to your core, leaving you fluttering around John’s aching length.
“Oh,” you gasp, your hand snaking into Aaron’s hair as he claims your mouth with his eager tongue.
The sensation of John rolling your nipple has you moaning into Aaron’s mouth and squirming restlessly as a familiar tension mounts quickly.
Sensing your rapidly approaching release, Aaron increases his pressure, rubbing tight circles as John kisses your neck. The combined sensations send you crashing over the edge as your cunt pulses around John’s cock.
“Oh, John,” you whimper, grinding your hips into him. “Feels so good, John.”
Slowly coming down from your high, Aaron’s voice cuts through the haze of pleasure.
“You wanted to finish, well, looks like you’re finished to me,” he comments as he turns to leave.
“Aaron, wait,”you plead, grasping his wrist.
“Ohhh, so you’re NOT finished then?” he inquires. “Greedy little slut. If you’re that desperate for cock, why don’t you just take us both?”
With that he grabs you by the wrists, pulling you up from John’s lap and bending you over on all fours, spread wide in front of him.
“Is this what you want?” he taunts, rubbing his cock teasingly against your wet, needy cunt.
“God yes,” you whimper, grinding your hips back against him, desperate for him to claim you.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” he demands, grabbing you by the hair. “I couldn’t hear you.”
“YES SIR,” you wail, unable to withstand his torture any longer.
“That’s what I thought,” he replies, pulling you flush against his chest as he plows into you hard.
A strangled sob of pleasure falls from your lips; his bruising grip and unrelenting pace rendering you incapable of anything except whining his name with each forceful thrust.
“God my name sounds so fucking good coming from your pretty mouth,” he moans. “But I’m sure John could think of a better way to put it to use.”
“There’s my angel,” John murmurs, softly cradling your chin and lifting your eyes to meet his tender gaze. “Do you think you can take me as well?”
“Oh, FUCK, y-yes John,” you pant. Gasping for air between Aaron’s deliciously deep thrusts and the nip of his teeth at your neck, you stick out your tongue; your mouth a warm, wet invitation for John.
“Oh, shit,” he hisses as your tongue swirls around his flushed, leaking tip. Twining his hands in your hair, he draws you closer, gently encouraging you to take him deeper.
“Mmmmmm,” he moans, as your tongue presses flat against his underside and you hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head and taking him as deeply as you dare.
Your questioning glance up at him though your lashes is answered by his eager moans and twitching cock.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, staring deeply into your eyes and making your cunt flutter with need as Aaron continues to drive into you from behind, his thrusts growing sloppy.
“Oh baby,” John sighs, “I’m so fucking close.”
“I think we all are,” Aaron replies. “What about you, baby?” He questions, squeezing your hip. “Are you ready to cum for us?”
You let out a desperate whine around John’s cock, signaling to Aaron in the affirmative.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he states, lowering his hand to rub tight circles on your clit. “Come on, baby,” he encourages as you whimper and squirm with pleasure.
“Come for me, come all over my cock,” he requests, grinding into your g-spot at the same time as his thumb strokes your clit, sending you crashing over the edge; seeing stars as your cunt clenches around his pulsing length.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, hips stilling as he spills deep inside you.
Your desperate moans send heavenly vibrations rippling through John, and he groans out curses as he too reaches his peak, his release pooling on your tongue as he retreats, leaving the last few drops on your soft, swollen lips.
“You took us so well, sweetheart,” John praises. Softly caressing your face, his thumb collects the remnants of his release and softly presses it back into your mouth, humming as you lick it clean.
“You rest, baby,” he bids. “Let Aaron take care of you while I go get something to clean you up.”
“Come here, darling,” Aaron implores, pulling out of you slowly before rolling onto his back and pulling you half on top of him, head on his chest, left leg hitched up over his.
You snuggle close to Aaron, basking in the warmth of his skin, his steady heartbeat soothing as he wraps his strong arms around your waist.
“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, softly kissing the top of your head.
“I love you too,” you breathe, nuzzling his chest.
“Are you comfortable?”
You nod, nearly drifting off to sleep when John returns.
“I’m gonna get you cleaned up, okay my love?” He asks, softly stroking your lower back.
“Okay,” you whisper, and a warm, damp washcloth is smoothed between your legs and over your
inner thighs, gently cleansing you.
He kisses your shoulder softly before rising to head back and dispose of the cloth.
“John,” you whimper, a hint of a pout in your voice.
“I’ll be right back, honey” he assures, stroking the small of your back. “I promise.”
You whimper, head going fuzzy from his absence.
Moments later, his promise is fulfilled as you feel the mattress dip beneath his weight. He presses close to you, spooning you with his arm draped around your waist.
Their combined mass and body heat set you back to right, soothing your desperate need for close contact.
Aaron strokes your hair as John litters your neck and shoulders with tender kisses.
“Y/N?” John inquires softly.
“Hmmmm,” you acknowledge, nearly falling asleep.
“I’ve - uh, I’ve been thinking,” he stammers, looking over to Aaron.
“It’s okay,” Aaron assures him. “Ask her.”
“I want to have a family with you,” John states.
Confused, you reply, “We have Jack, and each other, we ARE a family, John.”
“Of course we are, my love. That’s not what I meant,” he explains. “A baby, Y/N. Would you have a baby with me?”
“A baby?” You repeat, still in shock.
“Yeah,” he continues. “I never got to have one of my own and I just love you so much. I just want one with you so badly,” he pleads, softly nuzzling your neck.
“Oh John,” you squeak, unexpectedly tearing up. “I love you too. Of course I’ll have a baby with you,” you agree with a grin. “You’ll be such a good dad.”
“Oh thank you,” he breathes, squeezing you so tight that you struggle for air. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he gushes, lavishing your skin with kisses.
“John,” you pant, patting his arm. “John, earth to John.”
“Hmmm?” He responds, still caught up in the bliss of your agreement.
“I do still need to be alive for this plan to work,” you comment.
“Oh!” He gasps, quickly loosening his grip. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. I was just so excited.”
“I know,” you soothe. “It’s okay, I’m no worse for wear. And now,” you continue, softly patting Aaron’s chest, “we should all get some rest. It sounds like we’re going to have our hands full very soon.”
It is with total sadness I hear the news that the founder of the Gay Men’s Health Crisis, and ACT-UP, writer and playwright Larry Kramer has died at the age of 84, we are surely poorer without him. Every gay person in America owes him our very lives.
Like. I’m a firm believer that porn online shouldn’t be within kids reach (those “are you 18” checkboxes for life) but. Like. Ok first of all, just ban cp? It’s not hard? Cp is what got you into this mess just ban it. Second of all, you could increase the age of sign-up from 13 to 18. Third of all, you could do what deviantart does and just. Require birthdays at sign-up. If your blog is flagged as nsfw, you can’t interact with minors. You want to follow an nsfw blog? Prove you’re an adult. You’re an adult but don’t want to see nsfw content? Safe search (that actually works).
It’s not hard to make a functioning website, but staff doesn’t seem to want to do that.
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