#Franklin Pant

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Maggie Top from For Love and Lemons ($59.99 - on sale) & Franklin Pant in Right On Time from BlankNYC ($118)

[spectraling]

Maybe I'm slow, but I was looking for references for Maura when I suddenly realized that she's not wearing a long skirt....she's wearing pants?!

Those are pants! I thought that was a skirt?!

[joltning]

day 2 of @digikaa’s rvbtober

donut!

[forcedfemme-me]

Ashtyn Franklin

[sokoal]

lewishamilton (Re)start as you mean to go on 🤙🏾

[blueautumngrave]

Infinity On High: *exists*

Me:

[madqueenalanna]

been seeing homies get deep into "the terror" and making me want to rewatch SO i spent two hours in the dead of night reading the wiki/the subreddit/other linked articles and like. one of those articles was deadass fucked up

there was a woman who spoke inuktitut who was writing a book containing a lot of inuit oral histories, and in nunavut she was able to hear passed-down recollections of when survivors from the franklin expedition were passing through

and like. i can't imagine being an inuit family/group, knowing that europeans exist but having never seen them, seeing 8-9 shambling, blue-skinned, cold-to-the-touch out-of-their-minds white men come wandering by. they invited the men inside their igloos for warmth, for food, to be hospitable. the men refused to eat, refused to speak, and when trade was offered, clutched their possessions close and refused to entertain the idea of trade. this was, offputting, to say the least. the group set them up in their own igloo, with their own fire, and left three whole seals for them to eat. and then they fled cause what the FUCK get out of there. they came back in a few days to check on the strangers. the three seals were completely untouched, while all of the men had killed and eaten each other

i mean. fuck dude. there are obviously pretty dark angles to view the franklin expedition from– honestly can't think of a good angle, it's pure colonialism and british exceptionalism– but that specific interaction, that inuit group who were living lives as normal until a dozen fucking walking dead showed up and did cannibalism. no wonder that story got passed down, i'd be shitting my pants if i saw that

[mhaccunoval]

IM SORRY ROBERT SEAN LEONARD IS ON ANOTHE RMEDICAL SHOW????

he's in fucking. 3x03 of the good doctor <3

[roosterforme]

Emergency Contact (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: injuries while deployed, stitches, bandages, angst (deals with the events from Deployment Diaries Parts 18 and 19)

When Bradley asked you to be his emergency contact, you were overjoyed. This meant he was serious serious. He must have told his mom at some point that he was going to switch it, and she must have agreed that it was a good idea. You'd call Carole and Goose if anything happened. Of course you would. 

But that had always been a far off scenario in your mind. Something that was never actually likely to happen. You'd never expected the day to arrive where you had to be the one answering the horrific phone call.

"This is Admiral Priscilla Franklin. I have you listed as the emergency contact for Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw."

"Oh," you gasped. Your hand came up to your forehead as you slowly sank down to sit on the kitchen floor in your yoga pants and sports bra.

"I'm afraid there's been an accident."

You felt yourself on the verge of hyperventilating. You were listening to Admiral Franklin, but her words weren't making sense. You'd barely been able to confirm your full name for her.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw was involved in a mission related incident. I can't provide you with much more information than that."

Your eyes were filled with tears as you choked out the words, "Is he okay?"

There was such a long pause. Part of you wished that Bradley had kept Carole as his emergency contact, because now you were going to have to be the one to soften the blow about an injury to her instead of the other way around. 

Unless it was worse than that. Admiral Franklin wasn't saying anything. What if it was worse than an injury? You were laying flat on the floor, your tongue too heavy and awkward in your mouth as you gagged. 

But you needed to know right now. "Is he okay?" you demanded louder, sucking air into your burning lungs."He's stable at the moment. We are waiting for him to regain consciousness. He has broken ribs, lacerations and most likely a grade three concussion."

He was alive.

As you got some scant details about what happened, you started sobbing. When you ended the call, you collected Tramp in your arms, and he licked your face all over. Someone would be contacting you the following day about collecting Bradley from the San Diego International Airport like he was a piece of lost luggage. 

You didn't want to call his parents. It was so late in Virginia, you would most certainly be waking them up. But when you looked at your lock screen, it was a photo of you and Bradley with Goose and Carole when you'd been in Virginia for Thanksgiving last year, and you just cried harder until you could barely see through the tears.

Once you managed to prop yourself up against the cabinets, you wiped your nose all over Bradley's soft UVA shirt and forced your fingers to work. Unlock the phone. Go to your contacts. Locate the Bradshaws' home number. Tap it. Your hand was still shaking when you heard Carole's voice loud and sharp after just two rings.

"Sweet Girl. Tell me what's wrong."

Your body was shaking with wretched sobs as you tried to get the words out. "He was in an accident. A bad ejection. He's unconscious but still alive."

You'd never seen Carole upset before. She always seemed to know what to do. And even now, while her voice shook slightly as she woke her husband up, she sounded so strong. 

You heard Goose's groggy voice, and you relayed all of the information you had. 

"We'll be out tomorrow," Carole said immediately.

"No," you replied softly. "I think you should wait until I know when he's coming home. Just in case he doesn't even come back to San Diego. The Admiral mentioned seeing a specialist."

There was a long pause on the other end of the call as you wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your boyfriend's shirt. "You'll keep us updated?" Goose asked. "And you'll tell us if you change your mind and want us to come out now so you're not alone?"

"Of course," you adamantly insisted. "I'll call as soon as I hear anything at all."

Then Carole's voice was back, and it was as reassuring as talking to your own mother. "The instant you tell us to get to San Diego or anywhere else, we'll be on our way. So you just give us the word, and we're coming, Sweet Girl."

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You were barely given any notice at all. Six hours from now, you needed to pick Bradley up from the airport. Apparently he could walk on his own, which was the best news you could imagine hearing. You called Carole and gave her the update, and she purchased tickets for the first flight out the following morning while she was on the phone with you. 

But nothing prepared you for the mess you found when you finally laid eyes on him. "Oh, Roo. Oh, Bradley." You covered your mouth with your hands. He truly looked terrible. His face was swollen and bruised, and you could see stitches peeking out all over the place. His left arm was bandaged and resting in a sling. But he was smiling down at you as you wiped tears from your eyes, and he ran his right hand along your hair.

"Can I touch you?" you asked softly, and Bradley slipped his right hand around your waist, slowly pulling you closer until your body was gently touching his.

"Please touch me, Sweetheart. It's the only thing that will make me feel better."

You laughed through your tears as you let one hand rest gently on his chest. "You scared me," you whispered, throat tight with emotion. "Like a whole lot, Roo." You let your other hand trail up over his neck and swollen cheeks, avoiding the clusters of stitches when you could.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he whispered back, kissing the tears on your cheeks.

It wasn't an easy task, but you got him home and cleaned up and into bed. He was having a hard time breathing, and the ninety-eight stitches on his left arm were almost enough to turn your stomach. His handsome face was creased with pain, even after you helped him take his medication. But every time he whispered your name or laced his fingers gently with yours, you couldn't help but smile. 

Very carefully, you climbed in bed next to him and pushed his hair back from his forehead before you kissed him. "Your parents will be out tomorrow. They can't wait to see you."

"Thanks for taking care of everything and letting them know what happened," he murmured, the pain medication finally kicking in and helping his big body relax. "You're the best. I love you." He was thankfully asleep before you could even return the sentiment. 

The next morning, he only woke long enough for you to change his bandages and give him a million kisses and feed him some toast in bed. You felt wrung out and overly emotional and exhausted by the time you heard Tramp run for the front door. It must be Goose and Carole since you told them to just let themselves inside when they arrived. But when you looked down at the old sweats and Bradley's undershirt you had been wearing, you felt your cheeks grow warm. 

You looked like a mess. Your bedroom, bathroom and kitchen were a mess. They were about to see how bad their son looked as he napped in bed, and on top of everything else, you looked terrible too right now. 

But before you could even fully register your embarrassment, Carole's petite form was standing in your bedroom doorway with Goose behind her, Tramp jumping up to try to get his attention. 

"Oh, Sweet Girl," she sighed, glancing at Bradley and then looking back at you. "You wonderful, sweet thing." She had tears in her eyes as she approached you. "Look how well he's doing. Oh, Goose, look how she's taking care of him."

You let Carole collect you in a hug, and you sagged against her, too tired to try to explain to her that you were tired and out of your element. Instead you just let her hold you as Goose kissed the top of your head and made his way to sit in the dining room chair that you'd carried in and set right next to Bradley's side of your bed. 

"Let Goose sit with him until he wakes up and needs you, okay?" she whispered. "And then the four of us can talk together."

"Okay," you agreed softly. Because while it was a privilege to be Bradley's emergency contact, it felt nice to not have to take care of everything alone now. 

Carole led you into the hallway. "Let's get you fed, and then I'll help you get yourself in the bath. And later on, Goose can walk Tramp while I make dinner. And then you can focus on Bradley like I know you want to, and he can focus on you. And we'll be here to take care of everything else."

"That sounds good."

[occamstfs]

How To Be A Father

This was meant to be a shorter one but it seems to have gotten away from me, I hope you enjoy! I’ve got a special one coming later this week! Gonna do a little epistolary/diary multi TF to celebrate 500 Followers !! - Occam

Franklin’s older brother, Jack, was a soon-to-be dad, he is terribly nervous about raising a kid, as anyone should be. Franklin was looking for some way he could show his support. His eyes scan the shelves of the local bookstore, sure that there must be something of use in the advice section. He has only just graduated university and remains in a sea of uncertainty but at the very least he could buy his brother some pittance of a self-help book.

There wasn’t exactly a sea of options available, many of them were clearly religious, some were on raising children in other cultures, one particularly gaudy one was a guide on rearing the perfect American citizen. Franklin prepared to throw in the towel and order a book to be delivered, before at the end of the aisle he saw a simple clear cover, upon which was written, “How To Be A Father.” It didn’t even have the author’s name on the front. Franklin couldn’t help but let his interest be piqued as he goes to pick it up.

As he does so it’s almost as if the lights of the store dim as the monochrome cover continues to call out to him. Before checking the contents he checks the back looking for any hint of what lies between the pages and finds another completely featureless page. At this point Franklin’s eyes would usually roll as he returns this obnoxious marketing mishap to the shelf, but instead his brows furrow. He simply must know what is inside. He rushes to open to the first page as his mind can only obsessively demand the contents of the book. 

He opens to the middle of the guide, stumbling on a photo of what may as well be the platonic ideal of man. Franklin’s stomach lurches in discomfort, his heart pangs knowing he could never be such a man, as the image in front of him. His eyes trace the jawline defined even through a dense beard. He hungers to be even a hundredth as masculine as the imagine in front of him. Franklin glances at the next page hoping for some recipe to be just like him, rubbing his hairless jaw as he turns eyes blurring as he reads the sentence:

"A Real Father Is Strong."

He audibly grunts as he reads the sentence and holds that exemplar of man in his mind. He doesn’t dare desire to be a father, but strength. How could he not want that? He looks down the page hoping for work out tips but his eyes find no purchase as the words blur together. Nevertheless he stares at the smudges, willing them to give him answers, as the book begins to work its own will unto him.

Franklin has spent little time on his body. It has never been a priority for him, and yet now he wants strength? The book grows warm in his hands as his eyes roll back. He bites his lip as he feels the warmth begin to surge from the book into his arms. Veins begin to bulge in his hands as they continue up his arms. His hands grow calluses from day after day of lifting iron. His forearms burst forth growing to a size larger than his calves are currently. He feels his shirt soon grow tight around his biceps as muscle begins to bulge. Thick veins appear down the direct center of his arms as he is overcome with pleasure.

The strength does not stop flowing into him as his arms start to rip open his sleeves however. Just as soon as his massive biceps make room for themselves his chest begins to demand its own attention. Muscles that he didn’t even know he had cramp on his chest as pecs burst out of his chest shooting buttons down the aisle. Just after this he feels his back expand similarly giving him a wingspan he never dreamed he could achieve. His knees buckle as he feels the warmth force itself into his lower body. 

He slams to the floor loudly as his growing limbs fall out from under him. Sensing challenge from the forearms his calves rip holes into his pants as they reach a size and definition of a bodybuilder and his thighs swiftly follow suit creating a tear from his waist down to his feet, fully exposing Franklin’s lower body as he struggles to stay conscious. Not to be out done he feels his feet begin to press against to press against the boundaries of his shoes, the tongue bulging out as he starts to hear the fabric tear before he’s interrupted-

“Um, Excuse me sir? Do you need help up?,” asks a clerk at the bookstore, seeing Franklin on the floor.

Franklin’s face blazed red at being caught in such a compromising position as he shoots up to standing. “I! So sorry I don’t-“ he struggles to explain what he thinks happened having fully lost himself in his growth. As he looks down at himself however he sees that although his clothes are fitting tighter, there are no rips to be seen. His nipples make themselves well apparent through the polo, but his sleeves remain untorn, and his pants hug his waist and ass but are clearly in one piece. There is also a massive bulge in his pants though it is thankfully not growing at the moment.

Franklin starts to make small talk with the clerk who checked on them but before getting very far he is thrown off guard as the clerk replies, “I don’t know sir”. Why the kid keeps calling him sir? Kid? Franklin is sure they’re about the same age the kid can’t be less than  twenty three? Well wait? Franklin isn’t twenty three either, that had to have been? Franklin feels his mind start to heat up as a massive headache starts to build. He stares down at his feet as the clerk once more grows concerned.  

The problem does not stay for long however as he sees the book he was so obsessed with is on the floor. That can’t be right! As he goes to pick it up he finds it is on a new page! Excited to learn what new wisdom lies in store he is greeted once more with an all too eye catching man. It’s a mirror selfie which should have no place in what is presumably an advice book. His body is absolutely shredded as he smirks from the page, but even more eye-catching is his massive cock.

Franklin does his best to look away from this clear attempt at softcore porn lest he have yet another issue growing out of his clothing. Unfortunately the text opposite the image is even less help to this end, Franklin can’t help himself but read:

"A Real Father Is Horny."

If the power flowing into him from the book filled him with pleasure, it was truly nothing compared to the energy and desire burning through his veins now. The clerk's eyes widen as the sound of fabric stretching emanates from Franklin’s crotch before being immediately followed by the loud tear of a zipper bursting off. He quickly looks away before seeing whatever has apparently burst from Franklin's pants as he stares at the man in shock.

The embarrassment only heightens Franklin's ecstasy, his clothes caress his powerful body as he feels his balls pulse as he feels them shift into overdrive, begging Franklin for release as they fill his barely hanging on briefs. Briefly keeping his lust at bay he looks up to see the clerk still in front of him and chokes back a grunt of hunger. His body flexes to pounce before he hesitates, god, he looks like he could be my kid. But that would- That can’t be right. 

Before he can question any further he feels his balls grow even bluer as his cock begins to create rips in his underwear. Putting off his lust just long enough to avoid criminal charges he runs from the man who he could have sworn was his age, or his son’s age? His breath catches in his chest as he storms down the aisle. He feels his nipples scratch against his shirt as pre soaks through his increasingly torn briefs. He clenches his jaw to avoid moaning as he leaves a trail of sweat in his wake, barely making it inside the restroom and locking the door.

The cool air shocks his body as he holds his sweaty body against the door. Directly across from him is the mirror, seeing himself sets his hunger aflame higher than anybody can sustain. He sees his cock fully burst from his pants, sticking out straight from his crotch, the length he would’ve sworn his forearm was. Looking back to the mirror he flexes at himself and fully loses the ability to hold back. He moans as he cums without even touching his cock. His balls pulse as they continue producing five more loads to take the place of this one as he slides against the door, leaving a trail of sweat on the door as he moans and closes his eyes.

When he reopens them he finds himself in a thankfully different scene. There is no sign that he came all over the floor of a public restroom and he did not have a boner burst from his pants in front of that clerk. He’s been this horny his whole life, he knows how to handle himself. Fuck did he turn him on though. Franklin decides he needs to masturbate more, can’t be getting so horny for college hunks now that his son’s going to school. Fuck! He doesn’t have a son! Franklin knows something horrible is happening but before he can even start to make a connection he sees in front of him, precisely where he thought he came on the floor, his book. Lying open to a new page. He hasn’t the willpower to even feign resistance. He sees a powerful bear of a man. Franklin craves his power. He craves his virility. He needs to be more like him. He doesn’t even need to read the page opposite for it is already ingrained into him.

"A Real Father Is Mature."

He burps as his tight abs quickly begin to soften and slightly bloat into what can only be described as a dad bod. He rubs his still growing stomach as his pubes inch above his waistline and shadow the whole of his torso.  His body loses definition though he of course exercises to stay tight and strong as any real father should. He feels his hairline then as dark arm hair inches up towards his shoulders. He smirks as he reaches up to scratch at his ever-present stubble. Exposing his hairier pit to the fresh air, he laughs as his mind is filled with thousands of jokes, each worse than the last. You could say he’s Armed for every occasion he laughs as he flexes at himself in the mirror, each chuckle sounding deeper than the last.

Frank looks in the mirror ahead of him and feels and starts to chub up once more. He looks younger than he remembers being, although with each laugh at his own jokes his hair starts to grey and his forehead lines grow deeper. Each final change cementing him as a real father like the book suggests. He needs to go try these dad jokes out on an audience now. His son Jack would love to hear them.

Frank feels content looking at the book in front of him. This will be the perfect gift for his kid. This thing’ll make a dad out of anyone, lord knows it's worked wonders for him! Frank chuckles to himself, as his stubble grows out into a beard, thinking about whatever less-than-clever joke he’ll tell his son when he gives it to him as he heads out of the bookstore. He eyes the clerk that went to help him earlier as a hunger begins to build within Frank once more. The twink seems to be looking at a book on the shelf as if he’s never seen one before. He starts to reach out to its white cover as he thinks to himself, couldn’t hurt to see what’s inside.

[sugasiren]

☆ Astro Observations Pt 2 ☆

**NOTE: This blog contains Mature Content.

💜 Scorpio Suns can "fake" smile A LOT - especially the women. They'll have big ass Cheshire Cat grins on their faces when trying to convince others that they care when they DO NOT. Shit looks mad weird! 🤣 Scorpionic Energy is meant to be dark, enticing & magnetic. So just embrace it!

💜 Scorpio Venus Women can be reserved Nuns or wild Wh0res! Lol. They can go hard in either direction. Either way though, they *hate* to be objectified and crave connection. Scorpio Venus Men are simply seductive AF. 🔥 Like dayummm! They're usually a highly sexual yet very choosy bunch. They can go years (by choice) without sex like a Monk. Many will "hold back" and repress their craving for an all-consuming love. Then suddenly FLOOD with emotions (and semen lol) for that special somebody - ready to devour your pu$$y & envelop your soul! 😎 These men are possessive & not for the faint of heart.

💜 Individuals with Mars in the 3rd House are MAJOR Sapiosexuals. Deep conversations turn them on!! Intellect gives these women many tingles and usually arouses *both* heads on the men. 🔥 3rd House rules short-distance travel... so these people may enjoy car sex, sex outdoors or sex while on a weekend getaway. Also, the women can correlate how a man drives/parks with how he fucks. 🤣 And you know what? It actually makes sense! A man who sucks at parking is probably a shitty lay. Lol. A man who handles large trucks with ease will probably dominate you.

*fans self*

💜 Libra Risings often look like walking works of ART from the Romantic Era. 💕 Paint these pretty bitches in ALL of their Venusian glory! Just sit them next to an elegant fireplace wearing *nothing* but a silk robe and a smile for Titanic vibesss. Often, the Men look like Sculpted Gods (like The Rock & Idris Elba) or Pretty Boys - like Leo DiCaprio & Harry Styles. And the Women are typically very lovely & voluptuous - like Beyonce, Doja Cat & Kate Winslet. Even when Libra Risings are average in appearance, they come across as pleasant & attractive to others.

💜 Men with strong Capricorn and/or Leo in their charts (especially Mars, Moon or ASC) give hella Big Dick Energy. 💪💪 Take me from the back, Zaddy! And they often make for being the best Providers for their families. *King Aura*

💜 Women with strong Taurus and/or Scorpio in their charts give Big Clit Energy. 🔥 Women with heavy Leo or Capricorn definitely possess Queen Energy. 🥂 Ladies with strong Aries give BOTH! The Queens w/ the Juicy Clit. ♈

💜 Aries Suns are indeed the PIONEERS of the Zodiac in every sense of the word. They blaze trails everywhere they go. 🔥🔥 Aretha Franklin was The Queen Of Soul; Marlon Brando & Bette Davis were the King & Queen of Old Hollywood; Celine Dion & Mariah Carey created the female Vocal Trinity that dominated the 90's music scene; Steven Tyler taught us how to boldly "Dream On" and Marvin Gaye asked us "What's Going On?" and inspired us to think! Selena was the FIRST woman to became a megastar in Tejano Music; Loretta Lynn broke major ground for women in Country Music; Martin Lawrence made us laugh until we peed our pants; Lady GaGa is in a glorious class all by HERSELF. 💯 Van Gogh created timeless Art; Phoebe & Simone have inspired the masses to bring back real romance as the lead actresses on the smash show 'Bridgerton'; Halle Bailey is amazingly talented & is going to be the best damn ARIEL this world has ever seen. 🧜🏾‍♀️

You need a ground-breaker? You need courage & inspiration? You need to see the IDGAF spirit in action? Go find an Aries and they'll get the damn job DONE. ♈

That's all for now Darlings! 💕 Catch you again soon.

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Silver Star Vest ($118) & Franklin Pant in Silver Star ($98) from BLANKNYC

[kangnina]

Rich!Jungwon 7

Jungwon Masterlist

Now playing - Desire by ATEEZ; It's You by ATEEZ

 Everyone was shocked by the sudden death of Jungwon’s father, including you. Although Jungwon didn’t say it, you know he regrets not having the opportunity to repair the rift between them. The funeral was suspiciously fast, small and private for a world renowned entrepreneur. But you kept that opinion to yourself, as it was already hard enough on Jungwon. He wasn’t given the time to properly mourn before he was catapulted into complete ownership of Yang International. Your mother-in-law tried her best to guide Jungwon based on what she knew about YI. Even she wasn’t prepared for how overwhelming her late husband’s job would be for her college aged son. There was little to nothing you could do to help. You offered words of encouragement. Yet ultimately, you decided to stay out of the way until the dust settled. Jungwon would be gone before you wake up and he’d come home after you were asleep. He often left gifts so that you’d know you were always on his mind. He would text you when he had a moment to breathe. But of course, you missed him. You missed how much simpler things were before you got married.

“Wow, I never thought I’d be allowed to set foot back in here. Or if I ever did, I thought I’d get a bullet in my ass,” Sunoo says, unpacking his grocery bags. “Geez, Sunoo. We’re not the mafia,” you laugh. You were bored and lonely so you called him over for dinner. “Are you sure?” He whispers to you after glancing over at Franklin who is on the phone, clearly giving someone a report of what you’re currently up to. You shrug. At this point, you don’t care. For weeks, your husband has been non-existent and you still don’t have a clue who is supposedly out to get you. Having the only friend you have left come over for dinner makes life not suck so much right now. Sunoo’s visit lifted your spirits for a few hours and you agreed to make it a regular weekly event.

But when night comes, you are in your giant bed, staring at the ceiling. ALONE, yet again. You wouldn’t have even known Jungwon came home except for the fact that he yelled your name like a madman when he walked through the front door just after midnight. It scared the shit out of you. Franklin helped him up the stairs. You meet them at the landing, apologizing to Franklin as you take a hold of him and usher him into your bedroom. You close the door and remove your robe. Jungwon falls back onto the bed, his face flushed. Ears red. Clearly drunk. As you try to pull off his shoes and socks, he rambles on about an ungrateful client he had to wine and dine to keep happy. You reach up to unbuckle his pants and he playfully growls, pulling you on top of him. “All work and no play! I miss my beautiful wife!” He’s grabbing your ass and kissing you as you try to get up and finish preparing him for bed. “Kiss me! I miss you. Don’t you still love me, Jagiya?” he whines, looking at you with glossy eyes. “Yes, I love you Jungwon,” you say softly, giving him a quick kiss to reassure him. His phone rings in his pants pocket. He grumbles while fumbling for it. Once he yanks it out, he yeets it somewhere in the room where it lands with a loud thud and then silence. “GOOD! I hope it’s broken. I fuckin' hate that thing. It never stops ringing. I can’t even take a fuckin' piss in peace,” he says, running his hands over his face. He is in rare form and you can’t help but laugh at his unfiltered state. Hearing your laughter, Jungwon smiles at you, once again grabbing your ass and grinding up against you. His voice is soft, almost a whisper: “Please Jagiya. I miss you so much. Your laugh. Your kisses. Your body. Please. Let me fuck you baby. Please.”

It’s been a while since you’ve heard him speak to you like this. Every time he does it – you’re immediately down bad. You know he’s drunk but it couldn’t hurt if he wants it just as badly as you do. You kiss him gently but he’s urgent and desperate. His wine flavored tongue eagerly plays with yours as you unbuckle his pants and reach into his briefs to stroke him. Jungwon closes his eyes and moans against your lips. He’s pent up and so are you. You both know it. When you pull away to remove your nightie and underwear, he clumsily pulls off his dress shirt over his head. He’s so cute fumbling with his pants. You giggle and he smiles. Dimples deep because it’s music to his ears. You help him pull off his underwear before climbing back on top of him, grinding your pussy against his hard cock making him moan as he sucks on your nipples. He gives one a gentle bite making you flinch and mewl. “Don’t tease me, Jagiya. I need to fuck you,” he grabs his cock and presses into you, lifting his hips. You both groan in unison as you sink deeper. You rest your hands on his pecs, forearms on his abs as you lift your hips up and down, riding him slowly. You love the feel of every inch in and out. You want to savor it and make love. But Jungwon is impatient and needy. He wants to hear you scream his name while he makes you lose your goddamn mind. He grabs your ass with both hands and puts his feet on the bed, bending his knees. Lifting his hips to fuck up into you. “Oh fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” The angle is so perfect it has you clinging to his shoulders, digging your nails into his hot flesh. Vibrating, on the verge of cumming in a few thrusts. He grins, watching you collapse on to him, your body shaking as your cream on his cock. Jungwon rubs small circles on your back as you catch your breath. “I love you,” you kiss him as you start to roll your hips again, still clenching around his thickness. “Mmm, I love my greedy little Jaigya,” he chuckles. You run your fingers up his neck and into his hair. “So greedy,” you look into his eyes as you rock your hips faster. “Ooh, baby I’m close,” he says, cock twitching and filling you up within a matter of seconds. You feel his abs tense beneath you as his pretty eyes squeeze shut but you keep going. “Mmm baby. Please.” he says, biting his lip. Your fingers grip a little tighter in his hair. You clench around his softening cock. “Jagiya, ah ah ah,” he hisses from the overstimulation. Jungwon opens his eyes, brows furrowed with an intense gaze burning into you as he smacks your ass, grabbing it hard, to hold you still. “Don’t be a bad girl.” You kiss him softly, whispering, “It’s been so long. I just want every single drop of you, Wonie.”

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[kieranxvalentine]

Trouble. [Yandere! Player! OC x Reader]

༻♡༺✎ You knew he was trouble, but he wanted you. ༻♡༺✎ Yandere! Player! Oc x Reader ༻♡༺✎ 17+ (Kidnapping alluded to at the end, blackmailing) ༻♡༺✎ 0.7k words ༻♡༺✎ Authors note: Please request fics guys! Also I may be opening a kofi where more longer fics about these characters will be posted! (This has not been proofread!)

“Oh my god he’s finally back!!”

“Look at how cute he is~!”

Franklin rolled his eyes in irritation as he walked through the school, he was just coming back after a vacation with parents, and now that he was back. He was looking for a particular person. 

His Princess.

Franklin had dark green hair with unnatural purple contacts that he wore and simply refused to take out (especially after his princess had complimented him on them).

He had soft tan skin, his right eye was bandaged, covering a scar he’d gotten when he was younger. Freckled cheeks with dimples that showed when he smirked or smiled that always made the girls swoon.

He wore a white/blue collared shirt with dark blue pants and blac heels boots {That he truly didn’t need! He was 6’1, he just liked being taller}

He ignored most of his fangirls, pushing past them as he made his way to the (h/c) girl who made his world.

Those innocent (e/c) eyes looking up at him whenever he talked. The way your skin glows in the morning light when he would watch you walk to school. The way how you would try to avoid eye contact, making him have to move just so he could look at your pretty face fully.

Franklin Whetsone, or Frankie as everyone else called him was a player, He was a player. He was known around the academy as a heart breaker. Girls around the academy wanted so desperately to be with him, and he would humor them for a bit before moving on to the next.

He was known to date multiple girls at once, having them over to the apartment that he had. Girls would constantly fight over him. Saying that he belonged to them!

Oh how stupid they were..

Normally, Franklin wouldn’t allow himself to be tied to one girl for too long. He hopped around from girl to girl not allowing himself to become attached to the girl he is in pursuit of.

That was…

Until you decided to come along.

You were the girl he just couldn't get. You would reject him each time he would come up to you. You were that forbidden fruit that he wanted so badly to get a taste of. It would cause Franklin to stay up late at night, dreaming of the day that he would finally have you in his arms. Not one of those other annoying bitches.

Franklin was obsessed with you in a way. Girls usually would fall for his charms and he would simply talk them into his bed. But You? You would always reject his advances with the same phrases with that sweet voice of yours.

“S-sorry, I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship..”

Or “A-aren’t you seeing someone?..”

WHY COULDN’T YOU SEE HE WANTED YOU!? All those other girls he was with didn’t mean a damn thing to him, they were just to pass the time until you would finally give in.

But he was tired of waiting.

Franklin approached you with a smirk on his face, just like he would always do. Leaning down to face you, just inches away from those plump lips he loved so damn much.

“Babycakes~ Just who I was hoping to see~! I surely missed you,” He says noticing the blush on your face and how desperately you tried to avoid eyecontact. Oh no no, he loved eyecontact, he craved it…especially with you. He forced your chin so you could face him, and have no choice but to lock those pretty (e/c) jewels with his. 

“Let’s move to the rooftop. I have something i need to discuss with you. And ONLY you.”

You didn’t even fight him. You allowed him to guide you up to the roof. He smirks as he brings you upstairs. When he got you upstairs, he wrapped his arms around your body and hugged you tightly.

“My princess…my baby…you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.”

“You-”

“Shh. Shut up right now. I want you to listen how my heart beats for you…”

He doesn’t care how uncomfortable it makes you. He holds you against him, little do you know he already had plans made.

He’s going to ask you to be his. And if you would refuse?

He would threaten your education, after all, his grandfather is the dean, and has gotten rid of a few problems for him previously. He chuckles internally at the thought.

You were stuck with him~! He wasn’t ever going to let you go. Franklin doesn’t care how many girls he’s flirted with in the past that try to throw themselves at him. He would ignore them all because he finally has his baby in his arms~!

“Hmm? Maybe you should just quit school all together! I’ll take care of you? You would like that right? You always complain about how school is so cruel to you baby…”

“Don’t worry…your frankie is gonna take care of you..”

©kieranxvaletine 2023 <3 Hope you all enjoyed!

[notapradagurl7]

Back To You.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @planetblaque @wide-nose-and-wonderful @soft-persephone @henneseyhoe @hxneyclouds

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black chruchgoer! / Plus Size Fem!Reader.

Word Count: 3,499k.

Warning: cheating, dirty talk, spanking, exhibition kink, soft Franklin, dominant reader, oral, (male receiving) a submissive Franklin, praise, begging, raw sex, (wrap it up) size kink.

Summary: After ending the relationship with Franklin on the same night he murdered Kevin, he got out of jail, he realized that he had gained control of everything except for the fact that he needed you back. Upon returning, he discovered that you had become a committed churchgoer and were torn between him and your boyfriend who was a youth pastor. However, Franklin wasted no time in proving you're still his.

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The night remains etched in your memory, as if it happened just yesterday. The streets of Los Angeles South Central were lit up by red and blue sirens. Tears welled up in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks and mixing with the taste of salt, as you helplessly watched Franklin being taken away from you by police officer Wright. As you stood outside, a brisk and cold wind brushed against your skin. The ink black-sky shimmered with myriad shiny stars. The bright orange glow from the streetlights illuminated the neighborhood.

Amidst this heart-wrenching scene, you tightly hugged his mother, finding solace as she wept, her tears leaving stains on your gray tee shirt and shorts. You stared intensely at the police car as it drove away, its dark blue color reflecting in your deep brown eyes. You longed for this to just be a bad dream, but it was all too real.

You were aware that you had mentioned waiting for him until he came back, but you couldn't sustain the commitment. Instead, you resorted to sending him a couple of letters to update him on your life.

However, he always seemed to have an uncanny ability to find out everything. He was too intelligent to be oblivious, wasn't he?

Franklin softly pushed the brown double doors and they shut loudly behind him. all eyes were drawn to Franklin, causing a collective gasp among the church attendees. Even the choir halted their singing. Franklin gracefully maneuvered through the group of black women, who instinctively made way for him, as if he were Moses walking through the Red Sea that God parted for him.

Franklin's gaze fixed on you as he noticed your conversation with a tall young man, with his smooth brown skin and deep brown eyes. The brown-skinned male with you was clad in a deep blue blazer and matching dress pants, sleek black slim-heeled loafers. It was evident that he was around your age, as his radiant smile met your presence. Unexpectedly, the young man tenderly pecked your knuckles, his actions not going unnoticed by Franklin's watchful eyes.

As Franklin's intense gaze met his, the young man returned the fearful stare. Franklin recalled his name, having conversed with Jermone about him before. He was none other than Xavier.

He carefully observed your attire as you wore a maroon cream colored blazer and a matching pencil skirt, which accentuated your curves. Additionally, your raven box braids were tied up in a ponytail. The church folk were astounded, their eyes grew wider, and the whole church fell into a hushed silence, as if witnessing Satan's unexpected entry into heaven, without seeking God's approval.

Amidst the embrace of walnut wood pews, adorned with plush red cushions, you spun around on your heels, gazing upon the majestic sight before you. Your brown eyes fixated on the man stepping toward you with a sly grin curled upon on his beautiful face, Below your jet-black heels, the brown hardwood floors. A pair of sturdy brown doors beckoned towards the outside world, while the four snow-white walls enclosed this sacred sanctuary.

He was standing before you, and it was hard to grasp the fact; that he was still so handsome. His rich dark skin was beautiful, and his lips remained full and tempting, inviting a gentle nibble. The divine touch of The Creator was evident in Franklin's form, leaving you silently speechless.

He had not changed out of his deep blue collared tee shirt paired with sleek black pants, crisp white Adidas shoes, and black socks.

“F-Franklin?…” you spoke softly in confusion, your gaze lingering on his.

You approached him, encircling his slender waist tightly with your arms, experiencing the comforting touch of his embrace against your skin. In response, Franklin reciprocated with a gentle smile and replicated the same gesture. embodying a familiar warmth you thought you would never feel again.

“Hey Y/N, I've missed you," Franklin whispered, his voice filled with genuine emotion, as he pulled you closer into his embrace. Resting his chin atop your head.

"I missed you too, Franklin and how are you?" you asked in delighted tone, your voice slightly muffled against his chest.

Franklin chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling the top of your head and moved his head to take a look at you, "I've been good, handlin’ business as usual.” he grinned, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glimmer.

Xavier cleared his throat as he watched the two of you from across the room, a small frown formed on his lips. He could sense the magnetic connection between you and Franklin, and it made him uneasy.

But Xavier knew better than to interfere, he strolled casually over to join the pastor near the red cushioned pews.

“Is there someplace else we can talk?” Franklin asked softly, aware of the number of eyes on the both of you.

“Of course, we can talk at my place..” you suggested, your voice filled with both anticipation and uncertainty.

As you both exited the church, a leisurely stroll ensued down the sidewalk. Paying no mind to the eyes following both of you, your steps instinctively veered right on the concrete pathway to your door, guiding you up the solid concrete steps. The rhythmic click of your shoes resonated on the chilly surface as you halted in front of your cherished home.

Retrieving your keys from within your black tote purse, you deftly inserted them into the keyhole and turned them with a slight jingle. your free hand rotated the brass doorknob and gingerly pushed the door ajar, granting both of you passage into the warmth and comfort of your home.

"Make yourself at home Frankie," you added, shattering the stillness as your voice resonated. you closed the door behind you with a gentle click. enveloping the room in a comforting embrace.

He smiled to himself at the nickname you'd called him from when he was younger. As he stepped into your house, a wave of familiarity washed over him. The warm chocolate brown and toffee decor greeted him, instantly making him feel at home.

The air was filled with the aroma of vanilla and rosemary, lingering from the extinguished candles. The brown couch sat proudly, facing a sleek television, inviting him to relax and unwind. under the brown hardwood floors and carpeted rug.

The walls were adorned with a soothing toffee hue, a snapshot of the two of you, captured in the innocence of youth and the bliss of love, before that fateful night that changed everything.

“I got the letters you sent to me while I was in the pen, you wrote how you missed me and wished I would've stayed with you that night…” Franklin mentioned softly, his eyes locked on you.

You knew it was already too late when you assured him that things would be fine - you couldn't stop yourself from begging him to stay, because any slight deviation and he would be out of your grasp. Unable to endure the waiting any longer, you missed him. Franklin wanted to keep you away from his drug trade.

Although you weren't entirely innocent, you were aware of his involvement in drug dealing and his retention of Leon as a protector.

You took a seat on the armrest of the couch and faced him, “Why didn’t you stay with me Franklin? I know you did what you needed to done but I could've helped you or protected you…” you pleaded with a shaky voice, your hand resting on your chest.

You took a seat on the armrest of the couch and faced him, your face softened upon gazing at his beautiful face. Fuck, he was so handsome.

"Franklin, why didn’t you stay with me? I understand you had your reasons, but I could have helped or protected you..." you implored, your voice quivering with emotion, your hand instinctively finding solace on your chest.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you Y/N, I didn’t want you in this shit, if Kevin would've listened to me then maybe things would've been different. But I can't change what happened," Franklin sighed, his voice heavy with regret.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words. The pain and regret in his voice were palpable, and it tore at your heart.

Franklin hesitated briefly, inhaling unsteadily, before locking his gaze upon you. He moved nearer to where you were perched on the armrest, raising his index finger to lift your chin.

His deep brown eyes met yours, using the pads of his thumbs to softly brush away the tears that almost trickled down your face. "I hate to see you cry like this, especially when it's because of me," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

He cradled your face softly, feeling immense sadness as he witnessed your tears, observing how the shiny streaks of tears marked your beautiful brown complexion.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. But all you saw was raw vulnerability and love. It was a risk, but you couldn't deny the pull you felt towards him.

"I still have a boyfriend, Franklin," you admitted, your voice trembling a bit with uncertainty. "He's a youth pastor at the church."

Franklin's thumbs swiped over your cheeks, his eyes pleading with you. "Y/N, I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But I can be the man you deserve. Just give me a chance."

You took a deep breath, feeling torn between the two men in your life. But deep down, you knew that your heart still belonged to Franklin. He was a part of you, and no matter how hard you tried to move on, you couldn't deny the love you still felt for him.

“We both know that I'm the one you want to be with, not that church boy..” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

You let out a small sigh, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and affection.

"Franklin, Fine, I'll give you a chance. But you better not fuck this up again, or I swear I'll kick your ass."

Franklin chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, trust me, Y/N, I've learned my lesson. And if I do, you have my permission to kick my ass all the way to Timbuktu."

You feel a sense of relief wash over you, As you moved closer to kiss him, your lips effortlessly moved over his full lips, which felt gentle, moist, and comforting, as you gently nibbled on his lower lip. The room was filled with the gentle smack of your lips meeting his.

He tasted the sweet mango flavor of your lip gloss, a low moan escaped his lips. You playfully nibbled on his teeth once more. weight of the past seemed to fade away, replaced by a glimmer of lust.

“I missed you so much..” you whispered, your voice barely audible against the hushed ambiance of the room. Before kissing your forehead, Franklin sank into the plush, brown suede couch, his arms casually draped over the headrest.

"I'm here now, come closer," he invited, his voice taking on a seductive tone. It had a low, husky rasp that sent shivers down your spine. His hands skillfully unbuckled his sleek black belt, his teeth gently biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

You sauntered over to the couch, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. Standing before him, you watched as his pants and boxers slid down his legs. His dick sprung free from the deep blue fabric and stood at attention, his sheer length made your cheeks grow hot, “Aww, you're so big..” you cooed, you pecked the tip of his dick. You heard him say 'fuck' under his breath.

His discarded pants landed softly on the rug, while his hands swiftly removed his shirt, throwing it across the room.

Meanwhile, you unbuttoned your shirt slowly, savoring the anticipation. The sound of the buttons coming undone mingled with the soft rustle of fabric as you unzipped your skirt. Your clothes gracefully cascaded onto the carpet, joining his in a heap of liberation.

“Aww, did you get this big for me?” you cooed amusingly, your tongue grazing your fully glossed lips.

Your hand stroked his length with the veins of his dick protruding against your fingerprints, Franklin threw his head back onto the plush cushion as his hands instinctively gripped the headrest of the soft couch, “Y-yes I-it’s all for you. I promise..” he moaned raspily, He thrusts his hips into your hand. In desperate need of friction.

You watched his glossy precum seep from his slit, and your tongue eagerly tasted it that flowed, eliciting a moan of pleasure from you.

“Good boy, you taste so good just like I remember..” you praised, cradling his face in your hand.

His hips buckled forward in your hand, his moans escaped in raspy breaths and a flurry of ‘fuck’ spilled from his lips. Your tongue flicked along the tip of his manhood as your other fingers gently caressed and played with his balls, causing a trickle of saliva to cascade down to his wetted balls.

"you look so pretty like this.."

With deliberate movements, you circled your index and middle fingers between his wet balls, eliciting a hitched gasp from his lips. "Please, fuck me baby," he pleaded, his voice filled with need. Your gaze met his, witnessing his face scrunched up in pleasure and the tightening of his balls between your fingers.

“I want to hear you beg for it baby..” you mumbled, taking him in your mouth. Your head bopped up and down on his length gradually, moaning around him.

“Please fuck me..” he moaned again, his lips quivered in response.

“Again..” you urged on, stroking his length faster with your spit sticking to your palm.

“Baby girl, I want you to fuck me… please!” he groaned, his brows knitted together in pleasure.

Franklin desired friction and sought to feel your walls around him, his dick slick with your saliva. He encouraged you with hoarse cries to intensify your suction, as your cheeks formed a hollow around his penis.

Franklin craved you like a drug, he watched your saliva trickle and coat his dick. His gravelly moans urged you to suck harder, you moaned around him. Just as his dick reached the back of your throat, a prolonged, breathless moan escaped him, his hand pushed your head deeper. “Just like that, oh fuckk..” he groaned again.

The pinnacle of pleasure drew near for him, evident in the way his face scrunching up. As his warm ropes of cum erupted onto your tongue, you instinctively swallowed every ounce. The intoxicating sound of his whispered praises enveloped you, heating your skin and electrifying your thighs as you pressed them together.

You pulled away from his dick with a wet pop, You made him struggle for breath, his chest rising and falling as you gasped for air. you took a seat onto the couch, you chuckled at Franklin, “You’re such a nasty woman..” He chuckled with a grin, pecking your lips twice.

You were lying comfortably on the couch, while Franklin turned around as he hovered over you, gently pulled off your mismatched pink underwear and playfully tossed them across the living room, as your back reclined against the soft cushions. He unhooked your black bra, causing your full breasts to sag gently, while his tongue glided over his full lips.

"You're so beautiful Frankie," You whispered to him gently, while your thumb caressed his cheek tenderly, his lips planted a warm kiss on your palm.

Franklin showered your knuckles with affectionate kisses, savoring each gentle touch of his full lips as he adoringly locked eyes with you.

“Not as beautiful as you..” he whispered, his voice filled with adoration.

“oh f-fuck..Frankie..” you moaned lowly, your hand resting on the nape of his neck, feeling more of his warm mouth around your nipple. He watched you break apart in pleasure underneath him and put back together in bliss.

Franklin's hands gently cupped your breasts, bringing them closer together. Leaning down, he delicately flicked his tongue against your nipple, causing it to respond eagerly.

He enveloped your areola in his mouth, suckling it with care. Simultaneously, his other hand massaged your other breast, leaving a trail of saliva on your now-sensitive nipple. Overwhelmed with pleasure, “Oh shit, Franklin…” you kneed lowly.

Your hand rested on the back of his neck as his warm mouth continued to rub between your sensitive peaks. As he observed your body shaking, he reveled in the joy of bringing you both pleasure and contentment.

“You're still mine?” you asked playfully, a smirk curled up.

“All yours, gorgeous..” he replied with a grin, there he goes again. Showing off his handsomeness.

He tenderly pushed his dick between your labial folds, causing you to let out a soft gasp of pleasure. Franklin filled you completely, and you instinctively held onto his shoulders for stability. Sensing your reaction, he paused, his concerned gaze fixed upon you.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes..." you whimpered. In response, he lovingly kissed your tears away and your lips twice, expressing his affection.

He resumed thrusting with an intense desire, fully immersing himself in the moment. Leaning closer, he observed your face scrunched up, as your essence enveloped his member, saturating the cushions beneath your thighs. Your fleshly walls embraced him tightly, providing a perfect fit. "Does he fuck you like this?" he whispered hoarsely, his thumb pinched your sensitive nub, now coated with your arousal. He moaned again, overwhelmed by the warmth of your pussy.

He swiftly turned you over and spanked your ass, admiring the jiggle as he firmly held your asscheek in his hand. “Would it turn you on if he saw getting fucked like this?” he asked, watching himself fuck you deeper, you gasped in response. Meanwhile, he continued thrusting into you from behind and planted tender kisses along your back.

"Does he?"

Your hands cradled his face, drawing him nearer. "Oh god, no he doesn't.." you whined, mentally consumed with thoughts of him filling you completely with his essence. Franklin desired to fuck you so profoundly that Xavier would fade from your mind.

He intensified his movements as your loud moans echoed, resembling as if you were dying. ”I know he doesn't..” he groaned lowly, He threw his head back.

Your stomach was tied in knots with your nails clawed at his back once his tip kissed your cervix over and over again, “I-i’m so close..” you whined, your mouth went ajar before you could utter a peep. Your essence gushed around his dick completely, “that’s my girl..” he spoke with pride.

He gradually withdrew from you as both of you stood up from the current position, After painting your tummy white with his warm cum onto your stomach, Franklin wiped away the remnants of his essence using a moist green washcloth from the nearby closet. In a state of exhaustion, he panted heavily. He threw the washcloth in the hamper.

You were certain that you heard enchanting melodies from angels resonating in your ears, although your physical presence was in the living room with Franklin. You understood the need to inform Xavier, but for the present, you could savor this instant spent with Franklin.

"You're gonnna leave that church boy right?" he teased, his smile curled up.

He nestled his face affectionately in the curve of your neck while Franklin snuggled up to you. "Yeah, i just gotta find a way to tell him..." you whispered softly, your voice barely audible.

Both of you held each other tightly, wrapping your arms around each other, as he lovingly kissed your warm brown skin.

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[ptersparkers]

So ive been reading Spencer R. x hot wife, could You do Aaron with hot wife reader too? 🔥

omg it’s so funny that you sent me this because i was talking to @hotchsdoormat about a lil idea i had before i saw this in my inbox x

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As your husband and boss, Aaron knows you can handle yourself. That doesn’t mean he likes seeing men try to get in your pants.

The BAU is on a case in Virginia and he’s grateful he doesn’t need to travel. The lead detective introduces himself as Det. Franklin and because neither you or Aaron want to confuse the officers, you introduce yourself with your maiden name while Aaron introduces himself as Hotchner.

He regrets it on this particular case. Aaron’s not blind either. He knows men and women alike look at you because of how you carry yourself. You’re naturally charismatic, talkative, and have the ability to make all heads turn when you walk into the room.

Usually, it doesn’t affect him too much. He knows he’s lucky because you come home to him every night and sleep next to him when you’re away on cases. He’s the only one who sees and touches your body, and he’s the only person you reach for when you wake up in the morning.

He knows this, but it doesn’t stop his blood from boiling when he realizes Franklin is hitting on you.

“Y/N, he’s trying to get into your pants,” Aaron says in a hushed tone after pulling you into the interrogation room.

“Look, honey, I know. I don’t like it either but we need to focus on the case before the unsub kills again.”

“I know,” Aaron mutters. You kiss him sweetly and he seems to relent.

“When this is all over, you can have me any way you want. Screw Franklin. I know you’ll treat me right.” You squeeze his bicep and wink before leaving the interrogation room. Aaron clears his throat, needing a moment to regain his composure.

When you catch the killer, the team feels liberated and opts to spend a few hours at a local bar to celebrate. Aaron’s given the team the night off since the jet won’t be ready until the following morning and no one complains.

But Franklin doesn’t relent. Aaron watches him corner you despite your clear boundaries. He lets you be like you asked, knowing fully well you’re capable of taking care of yourself, but he can’t help himself when he hears Franklin proposition you.

“Let’s go back to my place and celebrate. I bet you’re a real slut in the sack.”

Aaron strides to where Franklin is standing and pins his back against the wall, bracing his arm on Franklin’s throat. The sound of him slamming Franklin against the wall is enough to catch the team’s attention and they look at the scene that unfolded in front of them, amused at the way their boss is over protective.

“Don’t talk about my wife like that.”

He lets Franklin go after staring at him a second too long. The detective retreats into his office, no doubt embarrassed.

Aaron’s cheeks are red and you up your hand along his bicep and give him a squeeze. The team stifles a laugh and when JJ asks if you guys are coming to get drinks with them, it’s Emily who speaks up.

“I think Mom and Dad need some alone time.” Aaron’s cheeks flare up while you wink at her.

Everyone files out of the precinct and when Aaron finds himself planted in his spot, you touch his chest and tug on his tie.

“Come on, handsome. Feel like celebrating with me tonight?”