#aarons sl

[kellykadesperate]

ok so my theory is:

aaron runs away to the bridge, robert chases after him. they talk/aaron is about to give in and robert says or does something that makes him question robert's intentions/motives. aaron says john is his future etc. and they get married. robert hangs around and is in the background of john's story. he eventually teams up with mackenzie/could be in danger of being hurt himself. then inevitable reunion down the line with aaron 'realising' that robert was right all along

[sharonccrter]

No but no one has an issue with Aaron being with Robert's brother? Like he's sat at the table like part of the family, and it's all normal.

[andfor-you]

[ashleyslorens]

AARON TVEIT & NATALIE MENDOZA MOULIN ROUGE! THE MUSICAL

[aaronsbisexualsugden]

If I had Ryan Hawley’s email I think I could fix this

[kierancaz]

CONRAD IS IN THE NEW MEAN GIRLS ???? TF ???????

also I heard somewhere this is also a musical??? I have so many questions but the top one is Why Are The Plastics In Pants ????

[rcbertsugden]

Thank you for doing that breakdown about the emmerdale characters that were on in 2019 when a lot of robron shippers stopped watching lol you're a godsend.

I knew aaron was with somebody but i didn't know it was robert's long lost brother ??? He can never catch a break lol.

Also liv died????? I don't even know if i wanna go search for those episodes

Hey nonnie! You're so welcome, I stopped watching in 2019 for a couple of years so I very much know how it feels to be out of the loop haha.

Yeah, mad isn't it! This is actually his third boyfriend since Robert, there was Ben who got killed with an oar by Manpreet's serial killer sister in 2021, there was Marco the Italian offscreen boyfriend when Danny returned for a few weeks in 2022 for the 50th anniversary, and now good old John! It's been very strange to watch, especially as they seemed intent on recreating some of robron's best moments for the first few months but eh, it yielded many Robert mentions and angst so it's all been worth it, haha.

Liv died in 2022 around the time of Danny's short return! Poor lass got squashed by a caravan in a super soap week 50th anniversary storm 😬 it was such a shame bc she'd not that long had a beautiful wedding to Vinny, Mandy's son (I would recommend watching that) and got Sandra out her life for good. The death itself was really beautiful actually, she got to say a proper goodbye to Aaron and Vinny, and her memory has definitely been kept alive in the years since from both of them. It's definitely a tearjerker though, that's for sure! I had to watch it a day later with a friend to keep me strong and sobbed the entire episode.

(Harriet also died the day before in a very funny quad bike related incident, but nobody has ever cared even slightly about that one.)

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[minswriting]

What Happens in Alaska Stays in Alaska - A.H x Reader x E.P

About: You, Aaron, and Emily had to share a hotel room while staying in Franklin, Alaska. So like any normal people sharing a hotel room would, you guys have sex.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, dry humping, fingering, threesomes, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, no plot just porn, i’m just a whore living her whore life, making out

Word Count: 1.2K

After working all day in cold Alaska, in a place that hardly anyone knew, it didn’t surprise you when Hotch exclaimed that everyone had to pair up as there weren’t enough rooms for everyone. You had expected to go off in pairs, especially because there were eight agents so it would’ve been even to just split. However, Penelope wanted to share with JJ but Derek didn’t want to share with Spencer so JJ, Penelope, and Derek shared a hotel room, Spencer paired up with Rossi, leaving you with Emily and Aaron.

It also shouldn’t have surprised you that the hotel room only had one bed and the three of you were expected to squeeze onto a queen-sized mattress. Being the gentleman that Aaron is, he had offered to sleep on the floor but you had exclaimed that it was far too cold to allow that to happen. Which led to this position. You were squished between Aaron, who was pressed against your back, and Emily who was pressed against your front.

You tried to get comfortable and sleep but even the slightest move could risk your relationship with your boss due to your compromising position. Luckily, Emily was facing away from you, making it a bit easier to move. You decided to risk it a little bit, moving yourself slightly so that you were more comfortable. But as you did so, you ended up scooting against Aaron’s bulge. He inhaled sharply, causing you to freeze. You didn’t mean to, that much was obvious. But then you felt him pressing against you.

It really shouldn’t have turned you on. Aaron is your boss and you are his subordinate. You’d be breaking so many Bureau rules if you engaged in anything sexual with your boss. But you could hardly find yourself caring when Aaron placed his hand on your hip and breathed on your neck. “Stay still,” he whispered into your ear, quiet so that he didn’t wake Emily up. “Or we may end up breaking so many regulations.”

So how did you respond?

You scooted against him again, this time purposefully, making Aaron let out a shaky and hot breath against your skin. “We really shouldn’t,” he whispered, gripping your hip a bit tighter.

“I don’t care,” You whispered back, gently moving yourself against Aaron’s bulge.

“Fuck,” He whispered, burying his face into your neck and pressing small kisses along the skin. He reached around you, his fingers stopping at the waistband of your pajama shorts. “Is this okay?”

You nodded your head, trying your best to remain quiet to not wake Emily up. And so, Aaron dipped his fingers underneath your shorts, running a finger against your slit to spread around your wetness. “You’re so wet,” Aaron whispered in your ear. “You naughty girl.” You tried your best not to moan as Aaron began rubbing your clit gently. He continued to carefully grind his hips against your ass as he rubbed your clit.

After a few minutes, Aaron dipped his finger inside of you, causing you to gasp. It was Aaron’s fault, of course. “Shh,” he whispered into your ear. “Don’t want to wake Emily up, do you?” He asked as he gently moved his finger inside of you. He added a second finger.

You tried your best not to moan, biting your lip as you closed your eyes in pleasure. What you hadn’t realized, nor had Aaron, was that Emily was already awake and turned towards you, watching the scene unfolding in front of her. She watched while biting her lip, seeing the way Aaron was pleasing you.

Your eyes shot open when you felt other fingers sliding underneath your pajama shorts, reaching down to rub your clit. You saw Emily looking at you. And finally, you let out a small moan. “Look at you two, getting each other off while I’m sleeping,” Emily exclaimed, rubbing your clit a bit faster. “I feel excluded.” She had a teasing pout on her lips as she looked at you.

“She started it,” Aaron replied, his face still pressed against your neck. “Couldn’t help but rub yourself against me, hmm?” He asked you, nipping at the skin as he continued fingering you.

“I-” You interrupted yourself with a moan. “I didn’t mean to,” You whined. You put a hand on Emily’s arm, just holding it.

This began something that none of you wanted to back out of. Unknown tension that the three of you had with one another. Clothes thrown all over the place, kisses placed everywhere on your skin. You were in heaven being in between Emily and Aaron. And when Aaron laid on his back and had you sit on his cock, you were in bliss while Emily was sat on Aaron’s face, facing you.

The three of you looked absolutely pornographic. Two girls on top of a man? Prime porn right there. Aaron’s cock felt so good inside of you as you bounced your hips. Yours and Emily’s moans mixed in harmony as Aaron ate her out, his tongue lapping all over her cunt. You and Emily were looking at each other, watching each other get off using Aaron. Neither of you knew who leaned in first but one more you were watching each other and the next, your tongues were battling for dominance as you kissed each other.

Your arms were entangled with hers as the two of you made out with one another, moving your hips in sync against Aaron. Words were hardly spoken between the three of you, mostly focused on pleasuring one another. One of Emily’s hands moved to your left boob, massaging the flesh. She thumbed your nipple in circles, adding to your pleasure. You did the same to her. Your moans were mixed in each other’s mouths.

The heat inside of you got hotter as you felt yourself getting closer. You could tell Aaron was close as well, judging by how he was stiffening inside of you. You pulled away from the kiss with Emily, resting your forehead against hers. “God, you’re beautiful,” She said, her breath hot against your face.

“So are you,” You whispered back.

“I’m so close,” Emily moaned, biting her lip. She looked so beautiful with her cheeks flushed and brown hair all over the place.

“Me too,” You whimpered, clenching around Aaron’s cock.

And after a few more moments, you were all cumming. Emily’s thighs were shaking around Aaron’s head, your walls were closing around Aaron’s cock, and he was bucking his hips as he came inside of you. The three of you were in pure bliss with one another, connected in a way none of you had been connected before.

Later that night, the three of you were able to get comfortable on the queen-sized mattressed. This time, with Aaron in the middle as you and Emily were curled up to him on either side with all of your legs intertwined with one another. It was safe to assume that after that fateful night, nothing was same about your guys’ relationship.

[jessepinkmvn]

rewatched the robron sl for the first time in god knows how long and. genuinely fucking howling at just how many people died or nearly died as a direct consequence of an affair that barely lasted a year. katie went through the floorboards, chas came close twice at robert's hand, paddy got shot and drowned in grain, robert nearly shot aaron then got shot himself, chrissie blew up the scrapyard which brought the helicopter down....... at what point do you declare them domestic terrorists

[sharonccrter]

So Aaron is going to marry John? I'm sure that's going to end well.

[luveline]

hi jade !! this is me resending my hotch request bc of ur recent post 🤍 i sent the one about hotch taking care of bau!reader who has a really bad stomachache, thanks so much, i think you’re amazing 💞💞💞

thank you for requesting angel! fem

You do this sad thing with your hands when you're in pain. Aaron wishes he didn't know your tell, that he'd never had reason to understand it, but he does. Your fingers, in particular your pinky, curl toward your palm frenetically, and he has an ample view of your closed off face in the chair opposite. He can pin the moment he knows you're in pain down to the minute twitch of your lip. 

He peeks at Morgan where he lays on the couch before leaning across the table to touch your arm. The jet offers little privacy, so Aaron tries to be delicate. 

“L/N? Are you alright?” 

“Mm,” you hum, too high-pitched to have come out the way you meant it. 

“What's wrong?” 

“Nothing.” You say this, and yet you can't open your eyes, leaning less than subtly away from him as though your pain is catching.

Aaron keeps his head down as he stands so as not to attract attention. You've sat near the wall, leaving an empty seat for him to sit in. “Hey,” he says, touching the crook of your elbow, wanting to fix it, soothe the twitch from your hand, “you're in pain.” 

“It's nothing.” 

“Saying it won't necessarily make it true,” he says. 

“It felt worth trying.” 

He is genuinely perturbed to see you in pain like this without explanation. “You have to tell me what's wrong.” 

“Hotch, I…” you say, your voice wrought with embarrassment as you open your eyes, “it's just my stomach hurts. That's all.” 

“Sharp pains?” 

“Just hurts. Nothing dire.” 

“How do you know?” he asks. 

“Happens sometimes.” 

He puts his arm around you, careful not to jostle your back. You're tense as a rubber band about to snap. It's unlike you to be the more rigid of the two of you, less foreign for Hotch to have softened, especially when it's you. “How often?” he asks, wary of the tears brimming like silver at the corners of your eyes. 

“Just sometimes, I don't know.” You speak in a concise, panicked tenor. 

In this line of work, it could be anything. Not eating enough, not having time to stop for breath. You could be thirsty, sick, anxious, stressed into pain. It could be purely psychosomatic or you could be injured. He can't remember you taking any blows during the last few days away. It could be your period. You might not want to mention that. 

“Y/N,” he says, falling out of boss mode now he's sure it's not going to kill you, and into someone who cares for you, “what can I do?” 

You shudder a breath, slouched under his touch. “It's not that bad.” 

It's clearly a shocking amount of pain. Your shuddering worsens as he pulls you into his side. He's prepared to sit with you until you can give him better instructions, or until the pain passes, or, God forbid, things get worse. “I'm here,” he says, rubbing your arm gently. “Try to breathe.” 

He's wondering why you might think this amount of pain is normal, or acceptable. Wondering why he shouldn't just call for medical assistance here and now, but then you start to come around, your face shining with perspiration. “Oh,” you sigh, wiping your face with your sleeve, leaning into your hand, hiding. 

“Is it getting better?” he asks. 

“I think it's anxiety or something.” Your breath slips out in disjointed huffs. 

He can't guess what it is. Have you been to the doctor? he wants to ask, but perhaps in a moment, when you're steady in yourself again. “From the jet?” 

“No. Maybe.” You frown. 

“Jack doesn't understand that I'm on a plane.” 

You lift your gaze in confusion. Aaron moves onwards.

“He doesn't understand that this is a plane. I brought him by, once, to try to explain why I can't always answer the phone. It's thick metal, you know?” It was an easier explanation than having no signal in the sky. “But he didn't get that it was something that could move. I had to take him to the airport. We watched…” He slows as your eyes meet his completely. “We watched them take off for hours. Now he doesn't get so angry when I don't answer.” 

“Jack was angry?” you ask, half incredulous. 

“A bit.” He tries to string the story together before you can realise what it is he's doing, his arm curling around your from behind, fingers making the most tenuous of circles into the very side of your stomach. A barely there sort of comfort. “It's not like him. He reminds me of his mom when he's angry.” 

Your smile is a physical relief to see. “Does he have tantrums?” 

“Doesn't every kid?” 

You talk about Jack in dulcet tones while he tries to keep the pain at bay, his arm steadfast behind you, your faces closer than they have any platonic business being. He'll pester you into doctors appointments when you touch down, but for now, he just holds you and talks to you like everything is normal. 

You cover his hand with yours when the pain starts anew, talking through it, pain in the soft line of your bottom lip. 

“Am I hurting you?” he asks. You give him a weak smile. He feels awful, but it makes his heart race. So close, and so pretty, and so upset. “Is there anything I can do?” 

An embarrassing amount of weight lies in ‘anything’. You shake your head, whispering, “Nothing. This is enough.” 

Aaron pulls you in closer and wraps both of his arms around you, hiding you from the others, an aimless attempt to protect you from a pain he can't touch. Someone puts a cup of tea on the table for you, but otherwise you're left alone for the rest of the flight. 

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[aaronsbisexualsugden]

John spending Christmas with Aaron instead of his long lost sister and nephew makes absolutely no sense whatsoever…

[renamusing]

if you're considering rewatching robron's storyline bc of recent events (fauxbert), don't. it will ruin your life (again).

[ginkgo-phyta]

heyy do you write for hotch? If yes can I request a fic with hotch falling asleep on reader's shoulder on the jet. like there are so many fics with reader sleeping on his shoulder and he's all soft about it and lets her. how would the bau react to see their tough boss just cuddle up with his girlfriend after a long case (it can be established relationship or before that too). thanku!

A/N: im screaming HAHA i LOVE THIS! i made this an established relationship hehe i hope you enjoy, my love! 

tagged spencer reid x reader because i want more people to see this teehee pls dont hate me i have spencer fics yall should read if you havent already but also you should still read this too

fluff, BAU!reader, gender-neutral reader, mention of cannon type violence/hostage situation/nothing explicit or detailed, 1.8k words

“Hey, you okay?” Your tired eyes peered up at Aaron as he neared your seat on the jet, tie loosened and top button of his shirt undone. He had just gotten off the phone with the section chief, who, undoubtedly, scolded him as if he were a wayward adolescent. Although the smile he offered you in response was tight lipped and less-than-giving, his eyes told a different tale. They softened as they met yours, shedding their cold and hard façade to reveal a weary truth, littered with hints of desperation. 

This case had been long and grueling, tensions insurmountably higher than usual with Erin Strauss breathing down Hotch’s neck, scrutinizing every decision he and the rest of the team made. You barely got a chance to talk to Aaron about how he was doing, always being waved off by the older man with “We can talk later,” or “It doesn’t matter right now, let’s focus on the case,”. Begrudgingly, you obliged, understanding there was no point in pushing him. It would only add to his stress. Although the case was solved, the end was arduous. The unsub had taken a hostage and, with the rest of the BAU’s input, the negotiation tactics went a different way than what Erin deemed appropriate. 

A heavy sigh parted Aaron’s lips as he slumped into his seat, you could practically see steam of stress billowing off of him. “It’s fine, everything’s fine.” He spoke quietly, eyes closed, but you could tell he didn’t believe it to be true. 

“Strauss tear you a new one?” Rossi piqued from across the table. 

The unit chief huffed out a short laugh. “Nothing out of the ordinary.” Rossi just nodded at this, turning his attention back to his notepad. Hotch looked to the rest of his team as they settled into their desired spots, “Let’s all get some rest, alright?” 

Everyone wordlessly nodded, not having to be told twice. 

Aaron lazily turned his head to you with a book in your lap, “You, too, Agent.” He gave you a playfully pointed look.

You breathed out a quiet chuckle, “I will, don’t worry.” You shut the book and turned to give your beloved undivided attention, gazing into his suddenly undecipherable, deep hickory eyes. “You wanna talk about it?” 

He gently shook his head, eyelids feeling heavy as his blinks became slower and slower, “At home,” he whispered, your stomach doing a somersault at the notion. Aaron tried to fight sleep for just a few seconds longer, wanting to just stare at you for a bit.

You faced him, head leaned against the headrest, smile so warm and endearing. The way you chuckled at him was like getting a glimpse of heaven. He couldn’t wait to go home and have you all to yourself. The feeling of your arms wrapped around him was his life raft in the tumultuous storm of his emotions. It was hard for him to express what he was feeling all the time, but with you around his walls of reinforced concrete tumbled. Aaron gave you a small, sleepy smile.

Before he could say anything else, you spoke up. “Sleep,” it was a simple command, and the usually stubborn man melted into his seat at your word. 

You took a couple minutes longer to watch him immediately fall into a deep slumber, his breaths becoming deeper and longer, lips parted ever-so-slightly, eyebrows twitching here and there. With a breathy laugh, you fought the urge to reach up and caress his face and move the little stray strands of hair off of his forehead, still aware that your coworkers could witness such an intimate moment. The two of you had begun dating five months ago, but it wasn’t until three months later that you broke the news to the team. 

It had been a long time coming; for quite a while everyone knew about the feelings you harbored for your boss- even Hotch himself knew. You didn’t do a very good job of hiding it, taking every opportunity you could to blithely flirt with him. Some might just assume you did so in a similar way to how Penelope and Derek toy with each other, but the profilers knew in the back of their minds it wasn’t the case. Aaron fought you at first, pleading with you to stop calling him “handsome”, “big man”, or even “honey” in one case. You never gave in, though, buckling down on your efforts upon seeing the way he would chuckle caught off guard and almost blush in many instances. Slowly yet surely, he gave in to your teases. You burrowed your way into the stoic man’s heart, creating a place you would die before giving up. Aaron didn’t even realize it was happening until his world came crashing down on him one fateful evening. 

A routine questioning of a suspect had led to you getting held hostage, the man whose house you went to turning out to be the unsub. This had happened many times before in the history of the BAU, but for some reason Aaron was more on edge. There was no covert entrance into the home and the unsub refused to open up a line of communication with the agents, leaving everyone in the dark wondering what the state of your wellbeing was. Aaron had begun pacing back and forth in the tent they had set up outside the house you were being held in, hands held to his head. 

“Hotch, it’s going to be okay.” Derek stepped forward, trying to calm his superior’s nerves. 

“He’s right, Aaron.” Rossi piped in. “We’ve dealt with this before, we can fix this.”   

“No,” Hotch murmured back, “This isn’t the same. It’s not the same.” His pacing didn’t let up. “This is my fault, I should have told someone to go, too. I could have prevented this.”

The others held unspoken conversations within the glances they shared. 

“Hotch-” Emily tried to speak up, to convince him that wasn’t the case.

“NO!” He yelled suddenly, stopping in his tracks. “You don’t understand, I can’t lose them!” His voice was heavy with despair, eyes wide in anguish.

All eyes were trained on him, his coworkers at loss for words at the confession. 

“I can’t lose them…” Aaron mumbled this himself before roughly pushing out of the tent.

You smiled to yourself as you took a last glance towards the sleeping man next to you before turning back to your book. Safe to say, you were incredibly shocked when Aaron showed up on your doorstep in the dark of the night all those months ago, soaked in the rain, kissing you with a sense of urgency before you could even ask him what he was doing there. You bit your lip at the memory, but shook it out of your head to try and focus in on the jumbled words swimming in your lap. From the get-go, the two of you decided you would remain extremely professional around your coworkers, and you did just that. You stopped your teasing, for the most part at least, and made sure to never initiate physical contact on the job. Anyone that didn’t already know you were in a relationship would never have guessed. The most you allowed yourselves was sitting next to one another on the jet, just like you were doing now. 

An unintelligible murmur and huff sounding from your side drew your short-lived attention away from the delicate pages in front of you. Just as you were about to look over to Aaron and make sure he was okay, a heavy weight thumped onto your shoulder. His head. You were taken aback, a giggle slipping through your lips before you could help it. Your fingers flew up to your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet as you noticed him shift a bit, making himself more comfortable. Sure, you’d accidentally fallen against Hotch’s shoulder in your sleep a couple times before the two of you entered a relationship, but never in a million years did you expect him to do the same to you. On the jet. In front of everyone. Of course, he couldn’t control his actions in his sleep, you reasoned. And maybe you should gently shrug him off to help retain his authority around the teasing profilers. But, this time, you fought off that thinking and gave in to your instinct. He had been so tense and strung out this entire case, you knew he needed this.

To hell with professionalism. You thought with a devilish grin, happy in your resolution. And so, you gently closed your book and slid it onto the table in front of you, trying your best to move as little as possible before leaning your head against his own and closing your eyes. With the gentle hum of the jet engines and the comforting sounds of Aaron’s breathing, you were lulled into a wonderful slumber in no time.

“Oh my God,” Emily breathed out, garnering the attention of Spencer who rested in the same group of seats as her. He looked up at her with one eye from where he was slumped over in his window seat, trying to get some shut-eye. 

“Huh?” the sleepy doctor grumbled, pushing himself a bit more upright when he noticed Emily looking at something on the other side of the jet, her face a mixture of shock and glee. 

The raven-haired agent began slapping Derek’s shoulder, who sat peacefully next to her with his eyes closed and headphones over his ears. His eyes flew open, looking over to Emily with annoyance as he took off his headphones, “What! What!”    

Immediately Emily shushed him, “Look!” she whispered, hand flying wildly in the air, eyes still unmoving. 

Derek followed her line of sight the scene before him pulling a laugh of disbelief from his lungs. “Well, well, well…” 

Emily’s hands covered her mouth in astonishment. “JJ!” she whispered over to the blonde who lay curled up on the sofa next to them. “Ugh,” she groaned quietly, unable to wake her coworker. 

“I can’t believe this,” she whispered mostly to herself, settling back in her seat, garnering a shake of Morgan’s head.

The view of their hard-headed unit chief sleeping peacefully on the shoulder of his subordinate, the latter’s head resting sweetly back on his was suddenly blacked by the side of Rossi’s body as he stuck his arm out, trying to get the best angle to immortalize this moment on camera.

“Good for them,” Morgan grinned, his voice proudly announcing his amusement as he put his headphones back over his head.

“Rossi, you better send me that!” Emily spoke up just a little bit louder, the old man looking back and motioning his phone towards her in acknowledgement.

“What? What!?” Spencer whisper-yelled, unsuccessfully craning his head above and between the seats to get a glimpse of what all the hubbub was about, “What are you guys looking at!?”    

“Penelope’s gonna flip,” Emily mumbled to herself, a teasing smile playing on her face as she looked down at the picture Rossi sent her. Without a second thought, she saved the photo onto her phone. They’re never gonna live this down.     

A/N: i hope you liked this!! i had a fun time writing it ehehe hotch is such a dilf, like an ACTUAL dilf im not even attracted to fathers but hotch?? all day, every day, baby!