#o look it's aaron's boyfriend

[kimstills]

savor

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: after being compromised to working a case the next day, aaron decides on savoring your current moment together for when he’s gone.

content warnings: heavy smut, 18+, minors do not interact! consensual recording, use of nicknames, slapping, choking, dirty talk, groping, aaron hotchner is a FREAK and has a big dick, allusions to m masturbation.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: very much inspired by this post, not sure if the original poster deleted it? but i couldn’t get it out of my head omfg i literally finished this in 2 HOURS AND IT’S NOT PROOFREAD

Aaron’s not sure where he gets the idea from.

Maybe it’s from the longing he already feels for you after being informed that the team was to take off for a case first thing tomorrow morning, even though he hasn’t even left yet.

Maybe it’s from the sexual tension that’s been filling your shared apartment ever since he stepped foot inside it, the original plan of having the weekend off and spending it with you immediately crumbling from his work.

But, even with his dick buried inside your sopping cunt, he’s just as surprised as you are when he gets the idea of grabbing his phone from where he had discarded it on his side of the nightstand table.

You whine when his movements falter for a split second, eyes widening as you stare up at him when his phone comes into your line of sight.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, already swiping right for his camera.

“You want to film this?” You ask from beneath him, his weight feeling a bit heavier as he stills.

Aaron nods, though your question makes him feel out of character. But at the sight of you sprawled underneath him on silk sheets, face a sweaty, yet beautiful mess makes him not care at all.

He leans down to press a feverish kiss to your cheek, looking you in the eyes when he pulls back, “If that’s okay with you,” the same kiss presses into your already swollen lips. “Just wanna savor the memory for when I’m gone.”

The thought of Aaron pulling up a sloppily filmed video of you two having sex while he’s away on a case immediately riles you up once more. Of him locking himself in his hotel room, fucking his cock into his hand while he watches himself fuck you from a previous time has you clenching around him.

You nod, “Okay,” you bite your lip and look up at him. “Film it.”

That’s all the confirmation Aaron needs for him to hit record and resume his actions, pummeling his still rock hard dick into your soaked pussy.

You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back. Your hand comes up to grip at the arm that wasn’t recording you for support and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feel of the tip of his dick rubbing against your sweetest spot.

Aaron’s hands are shaky as he films you, lifting his phone higher to capture both your blissful expression and the way his cock disappears inside you with each thrust. His free hand slithers down to grip at the meat of your thigh before throwing it over his shoulder, consequently deepening his thrusts.

“O-Oh, fuck, Aaron!” Your back arches against the bed, nails digging into his forearm as each thrust sends you further over the edge, the coil in your belly threatening to finally snap.

“Look at the camera, pretty girl,”

Your boyfriend’s voice is deep and gravely, leaving you no choice but to submissively follow his orders and stare deep into the small circle of his phone’s camera.

You stare up at it, mouth slightly open to form a lazy, curved ‘o’ as each thrust Aaron delivers sends you further up the bed.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Aaron’s hand comes down to your throat, pulling you up and leaving your head slightly limp underneath his grip. “My slutty girl, taking my cock so well while she gets filmed,” a harsh slap is delivered to your face, making you gasp. “You like that, baby?”

You pout and try your best to nod with his whole hand wrapped around your throat, “I love it, Aaron.”

“I know you do, sweetheart, I can feel you clenching around my dick,” he teases, enunciating the word ‘dick’ with a particularly harsh thrust that gets you whining again. “You gonna cum, sweet girl?”

You nod harshly despite the limited air flow, eyes flickering from the camera to Aaron, “Y-Yes, yes. Can I cum, Aaron? Please?”

Your voice is whiny and desperate, filled with so much need that it takes everything in him to not cum right then and there. He lets out a grunt, hand tightening around your neck the slightest bit more, still careful as to not actually stop you from breathing, “Go ahead, baby. Cum around my cock.”

Immediately, the tightness in your lower belly snaps at Aaron’s permission, your body reduced to shaking and stuttering as your pussy clenches and unclenches around your boyfriend’s dick. Your orgasms washes over you violently, white spots filling your vision as he lets go of your neck to squeeze at your breast, fucking you through it with slower, more deeper thrusts.

“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron!”

His name leaves your lips like a babbled mantra, your release captured perfectly by his phone as his dick twitches inside you at the feeling of you gushing around him. When your body has calmed down and you’re practically left limp on the bed, he pulls out of you, bringing the phone down to your pussy so he can film the way your juices spill out of you.

He dips two fingers in, earning a squeal from above when he pushes them in just to pull them back out, showing the camera how soaked they come out.

Aaron groans at the sight of it and decides that it’s not enough. He stops the video and briefly sets his phone down besides you, bringing himself up to press a sweet kiss to your cheek once more, rubbing your tousled hair out of your face, “Can you give me one more, sweetheart?”

You hum from underneath him, looking at him with a fucked out expression.

“You can do that, right, baby?” Another kiss to your temple, “My good girl can handle one more for the camera, can’t she?”

You think that the concept of being recorded, of being so obsessed over by your lover that he wants to film you again gets you even hotter, the pushing of your thighs together desperately proving inevitably so.

Aaron immediately jumps into action when you nod ‘yes,’ giving you another kiss before helping you onto your hands and knees.

Once you’re settled, he leans over you to position his phone on the top of the bed frame, leant against the wall.

A whimper emits from your pursed lips when you feel the tip of Aaron’s dick rub against your still fully soaked folds, teasing at your entrance before shoving it back inside. Your back immediately arches in response, mouth flying open in a silent scream as your boyfriend bottoms out, hips hitting your ass.

He hasn’t even moved yet, hasn’t started hitting you from behind yet your arms already shake from feeling full.

“You good, sweetheart?” He asks, brushing your hair back endearingly.

You hum, nodding as you wiggle your ass against him. You lick your lips when you catch sight of how prominently his dick still stands, hitting against the muscles of his softly defined stomach.

He hovers above you momentarily and presses what seems like the millionth loving kiss to your cheek, sneaking his hand down to squeeze one of your breast affectionately, “Want you to keep looking at the camera while I fuck you, honey,” a kiss. Another kiss. And another kiss. “Okay?”

He begins to move his hips before you can reply, starting out slow and deep before eventually moving to the same pace he was using before.

You gasp and your hands shoot out to curl around the sleeve of the pillow in front of you. Your eyes glance towards his phone, where you’re more in focus of the phone’s frame than he is. Even with you on your hands and knees and him kneeling on the bed, you can only see the bottom half of his face.

Your eyes roll back to your head again, the only sounds audible being the ones of skin slapping against skin, Aaron’s grunts, and your silent huffs that match his pace.

A mixture of a cry and moan emits from your mouth when he lands a harsh slap onto your ass, gripping the flesh in his big hand. Your legs shake when another slap lands and you feel your arms give out from beneath you, falling limp onto your stomach.

“Oh, no,” Aaron mutters, leaning down and wrapping an arm around your neck as if he were putting you in a chokehold but without the same force like before. He pulls you flush against him, sweaty chest to sweaty back, “Want the camera to capture how I’m fucking you, sweetheart,”

His hand sneaks down to fondle at your breasts, caressing both lovely with a squeeze to each one, “You look so pretty getting fucked by my cock, honey,” he points at the camera. “Can’t wait to watch these and start a collection when I get back,” he presses a kiss to your hair. “You gonna let me do that?”

You can’t reply, too fucked out to do so. Instead, you watch yourself from where you’re held against him, watching your boobs bounce with each delicious thrust he delivers into your cunt and relishing in the hot breath that fans against your ear as he nips at the sensitive skin beneath it.

“A-Aaron,” you whine. “‘m g-gonna cum again,”

“Yeah?” He asks, hand sneaking down from your breasts to your folds, slipping his fingers to begin rubbing at your clit. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

You scream, body stuttering at the cruel pace he begins to touch you with. Your other hand shoots to grip that same arm, thrashing against his hold as another orgasm ripples through your body, filling you with even more pleasure and even overstimulation.

Aaron watches you from his phone, head dipped down to get a good view at the way you rode your high out on his hand and pushed back into his dick simultaneously, mouth open in a wide ‘o’ and legs shaking.

The way you clench around him like before pushes him further towards his own release. When he stops rubbing at your clit, it’s to bring the same fingers up to your tits, coating your nipples with your juices and squeezing them once more as he pushes through the last couple of thrusts that it takes for him to finally come inside you.

You’re whining in front of him with each shallow shove, feeling his come coat your walls. You mewl when he gives the side of your head another kiss before releasing his grip on you and allowing you to fall flat against the mattress once more.

Aaron grabs his phone and aims it at your pussy once more, your ass still somewhat high in the air. He spreads your ass apart, groaning in delight when some of his seed spills out of your pussy, giving the flesh another harsh slap.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart,” he mumbles, angling himself so that he could bend over you again and place much more sweeter, loving kisses your face. “I love you, honey,”

You hum, eyes fluttering closed before emitting a tired “Love you, too,” in response.

The next night, when Aaron is alone in his hotel room, somewhere in Arizona solving said case with his team, he pulls out his phone and presses on the private folder he created shortly after you had both finished and presses play.

When he himself finishes, come all over his chest and his right hand slack next to him while his left holds up his phone, he sets a mental reminder to record you sucking him off when he gets home.

[taylormarieee]

Day 4: Thigh Riding

kinktober

Summary: Horny reader goes to her lovely boyfriend for help.

Word Count:635

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Thigh riding, mentions of panties, degrading, mesmerized Rick grimes, Orgasm denial. MDNI 18+ONLY

You were horny all day. Earlier, your boyfriend Rick Grimes, leader of Alexandria didn't let you cum. He was being a tease and you hated when he got all cocky.

Now you're sitting on your shared houses porch swing as you wait for him to finish his duties for the wall. You were sad, and the throbbing between your legs would not stop. It only increased as you watched Rick from afar.

You watched him lift logs and metal with the help of Aaron and Daryl. You watched him order people around while Deanna stood by and watched.

You loved how dominant he could get. When you guys were out in the world fighting for your lives or in the bedroom as you screamed his name at the top of your lungs.

Either way, you loved him but this throbbing between your legs needed to be fixed. And he was, he WILL help you.

You strut up to him angry, hot and bothered and tap him aggressively on his shoulder. He turns around and his yes widen as if steam was coming out of your fucking ears.

"Our house now!" You say sternly.

You walk away leaving him there to question what you could possibly be mad at him for. As soon as you plop down on the couch, Rick waltzes in shortly after.

"What's wrong mama? Hmm? What did I do wrong?" He asks getting on his knees in front of you. You loved seeing him on his knees. It was always so hot. Especially when he did it.

"You left me with this throbbing pain down here." You say pointing to your clothed pussy through your jean shorts. He looks up at you and chuckles.

"Baby, I don't have time for this. This is what you called me in here for? To fix your little problem? I have work to do." He states as he walks towards the open door.

You run towards the door and slam it. You slowly turn around your eyes getting darker by the second.

"You will sit your ass down back on this couch and I'm going to use you as my personal cum toy. I'm gonna please myself, i'm gonna cum and then this is all over and you can get back to the work that is clearly more important than me." You say sternly glaring at him.

He stands there shocked for a moment but obeys and sits on the couch.

You remove you shorts so your only in a shirt and underwear. Your wearing one of Rick's shirts and you know he loves it when you where his shirts as he fucks you.

You straddle his lap and sit on his thigh. The fabric of his jeans and your lace panties are already making you wetter.

You slowly grind on him trying o find a rhythm. "That's right babygirl. Cum on my thigh like the little slut you are." He whispers in your ear. You moan at the words and grind faster.

The feeling of your orgasm nearing closer makes your mind go blank and you feel dizzy.

"R-Rick-hmph- I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum this time!" You cry out. He chuckles and whispers seductively in your ear.

"Cum for me mama. Let go." He says. with a smirk. on his lips. And at that command and approval, you came all over his thigh and his jeans.

You slow your pace down but you're still grinding on him. You control your breathing. You ride out the last of your euphoric orgasm and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Thank you." You whisper out breathlessly.

"Ofcourse mama. Now canI. go back to work?" He. asks with a smile on his face.

"Nope! It's cuddle time!" You say wrapping your arms around his neck.

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[ddejavvu]

I'm a huge fan of big man tiny dog so mvm could you do husband!Hotch meeting readers teeny little dachshund puppy?

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i made this boyfriend!hotch instead!!! the vibes just hit me i apologize for changing your request :( but big man tiny dog is so special to me!!!!!

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Aaron has a key to your apartment on his own keyring now. You'd trusted him with one pretty quickly in your relationship, because he'd taken you up on your offer to bring Jack home from school a few times, and had given you one of his own. And it was wonderful to have someone with access to your space on their day off, because if you ever forgot your sweater at home, he could bring it to you on your lunch break.

He's so used to walking in that he does it without telling you now, sliding the key into the lock and turning it. It scrapes metal against metal, but he hears the tv on inside, so he hopes the sound doesn't freak you out before you realize it's Aaron.

He pushes the door open, briefcase in hand. His eyes land on you immediately, and they light up at the sight of you, but what he doesn't notice is the tiny puppy at his feet, not until he nearly kicks the poor thing over.

"Hi, sweetheart, oh-!"

He looks at his feet when he feels pressure on one, and there's a puppy on his shoe. You're lounged over the couch, arms outstretched to beckon him in for a hug, but his attention now rests on the floppy-eared dog staring curiously up at him while its front paws perch on the toe of his shoe.

"Hello," He hums at the puppy, glancing up at you, "You got a dog?"

"I found a dog," You grin, pursing your lips to kiss at the animal, "C'mere!"

The dog stays put. Aaron chuckles, gently moving his foot so that he can step into the apartment without crushing the puppy. It's intent on following him, it seems, as he perches on the edge of the couch to take his shoes off. When the left one is set aside the puppy crawls right in, back paws firm against the sole as its front legs rest up against Aaron's leg.

"Hi," He croons again, eyes crinkling with a smile. He stops wrestling with his other shoelace, reaching out to pet the dog's tiny head. His hand is comically large comparatively, and the puppy nearly drowns in the pets it's receiving.

"Oh, puppy likes you," You gush, one socked foot protruding from the blanket you're laying under, "Come lay down, Aaron! We can bring the puppy too."

"Alright, alright," He reaches out to squeeze your foot, laughing as you yelp, "I'm working on it."

He has to stop petting the puppy to take off his other shoe. Evidently, this isn't a very wise choice, as the sweet creature decides it would like to be closer to Aaron than ever before, hopping up onto his thigh and sitting, waiting patiently.

"So small," Aaron marvels, trying not to melt at the tiny face trained on him. It's incredibly hard to ignore the little thing.

"I know," You coo, reaching out to ruffle the puppy's ears. You're rewarded with a brush of its nose against your fingers, and you giggle at the sensation.

Aaron finally gets his shoe off, patting the puppy gently on the bum, "Okay, go! Go get Y/N."

The poor puppy doesn't understand much, but he lets Aaron nudge him off of his thigh and along the couch. You scoop the animal up into your arms, giving Aaron ample room to stretch out without worrying about crushing a puppy.

Only when Aaron's situated properly do you let the puppy go, biting your tongue to stop from crooning at its waddle. It hops eagerly from your hip to Aaron's, trotting up to his shoulder and curling up beneath his face. It means that the puppy's butt is far closer to your own face than you'd prefer, but the way that Aaron's eyes light up makes it all worth it.

"Hell-o," Aaron chuckles, reaching up to scratch at the puppy's ears, "You're pretty little. I'm worried I'll roll over and crush you."

The puppy doesn't seem as concerned about death-by-flattening, snout bumping into Aaron's cheek as it licks at his nose.

Aaron's face scrunches, nose wrinkling as he lets out a fond laugh that's combined with only a mild grunt of distaste.

"Puppy doesn't care," Your voice is adjusted for proper dog-speak as you reach out to play with its tail, watching as it wags more the harder Aaron scratches behind its ears, "Puppy just wants to snuggle."

"Mm, me too." Aaron sighs, eyes drifting comfortably shut as you shift your focus to Aaron's hair. There's product in it, but your fingers break up crunchy strands, leaving them soft and malleable, albeit a bit sticky. While he pets the puppy, you pet him, and by the slowing of a tail and the even rise-and-fall of a chest, you know they're snoozing now, so you tuck your face against them both to do the same.

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T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Beginning of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC: 1055

Sometimes she wished he knew. But she tried so hard to disguise the truth, he walked around with a bright smile that lit up the room so she acted like she was happy. She sat there day after day, thinking.

Wondering.

If his mind played this game too. Thinking about him and her. Miles and Harmony. Together. Not Miles and Gwen.

The girl that was the complete opposite of Harmony.

Short blonde hair with one side shaved instead of long dark brown goddess braids.

Bright blue eyes instead of honey brown eyes.

Pale skin instead of deep brown skin.

A spider person instead of a normal student in Brooklyn.

In a completely different dimension instead of dimension 1610.

Even though they were completely different. They both shared one same factor. They were both crushing on the hopeless dork that manages to be late to everything and charm his way out of trouble. The same lanky kid that swings around the cities in New York and save countless lives. The same kid that buries his head in one of his many sketchbooks and fills the pages with the same thing.

Gwen Stacy.

Harmony decided to pretend that her feelings didn’t exist to save her the heartbreak and embarrassment of crushing on her best friend. At least until it all made sense.

Yeah. That’ll work.

“Harmony?” Miles called out, waving his hand in front of her face to bring her back to reality. “You listening?”

Harmony shot him a small smile and nodded as he continued on with his rant about how the new ‘villain of the week’ he encountered earlier that day and soon derailing into what Gwen would do.

Seeing him face to face and realizing how different everything had changed made her think about the days they used to be. When they would sit on this same roof top and watch the sunset. Like they are now. Except it was full of laughter and it wasn’t a one sided conversation. It wasn’t about the ‘villain of the week’ or ‘the one that got away’. It was always about art and the new album that came out earlier in the week or debates about which pizza place was the best or what Jordans would look better with whatever outfit they could put together. That was before everything changed.

Before Miles became the friendly neighborhood hero. Before his Uncle Aaron died. Before the multiverse was at stake. Before Miles fell for Gwen.

Don’t make a scene. Don’t make a scene.

Harmony thought while holding in an annoyed breath.

“Harmony? What’s wrong?” Miles asked. He looked concerned. It made her a little happy.

At least he still cares.

“Nothing Morales. Worry about your own.” She said, pushing his shoulder and laughing.

I’m trying not to make it seem like I want you. Even if it’s true.

“If you say so Harmony.” He said with a smile, turning back to look off into the city.

Harmony. Not Ny Ny or Ny or any of the stupid nicknames he came up with when they were younger. Just Harmony. Boring and plain Harmony.

She watched the sun sit on his skin, it made her feel warm and fuzzy. She remembered when they used to have sleepovers at his house. Smushed on his twin sized bed, reading comic books together all night not realizing until the sun came up. But that didn’t matter, because they were happy. Comfortable.

Harmony Jones wanted to stay in the world they created. The world that they filled with Uncle Aaron’s music, Mama Rio’s cooking, Papa Davis’ jokes, and Miles’ art. But that world was gone now. She believed that nothing and nobody would break the bond they had. She believed that she couldn’t find anyone that would get her like Miles so she never went out looking for anything. Never had a boyfriend. Or any situations like it. All she needed was Miles.

Sure, Harmony had other friends. But at the end of the day the only one she knew she could fall back on was Miles Morales. The boy from down the street that would put bandaids on her scraped knees when she would fall playing basketball. The boy that would write letters to her in class when she was having a bad day. The boy that would always give her his full attention when she wanted or needed it.

“Harmony. What are you thinking about?” Miles stopped talking a while ago when he realized his friend wasn’t listening to him like she said she was. Harmony was always lost in thought and he had to give it to her. She had him beat.

“Nothing.” She responded.

“Harmony. I need you to be honest with me. You’re always switching up. Well, not switching up, but you’re lost in thought a lot and that isn’t like you. I’m worried about you.”

He looked concerned. He really did. He was worried about his friend.

“It’s nothing Miles. Swear. I’m just worried about this exam coming up.”

Lies.

He believed it though.

And she believed that they would be good. Except she had to accept the fact that they’ve been done. Long before anything begun. They weren’t together, they never were and they probably never will be.

Harmony Jones lets him lead her on. The times he came crawling through her window, battered and bruised pleading for help so he doesn’t have to explain to his parents why he looks the way he does. It ends with him falling asleep in her bed. An arm around her waist and his head buried in her neck. Along with him gone before the morning comes.

It was a continuous thing. She was used to it. Did she want to get used to it? No, but it was as close as she was going to get to anything with Miles. He leaned on her and she leaned on him. Even if that meant having to listen to him gush about some girl that was only here for three days then gone for the next year and a half without a single word.

Even if it meant having to be there and have her heart torn in two while she watched Miles fall for someone that wasn’t her.

All because she disguised the truth and let her mind play this game.

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[happiest-hotch]

Hello! I know you just posted something and i'm about to go read it now, but tomorrow it's my birthday and i was wondering if you could write something about Hotch with a younger s/o that turns 25? Althought you don't have to mention the age if it's too specific, if you make it clear that they have an age gap is more than enough. Maybe the team teasing him about the fact that he landed a young badass woman like her? Idk 🙈🙈

I hope I haven’t missed your birthday with this one

You’re not expecting the team to do anything for your birthday, especially when you’re freshly back from a case. Just getting some sleep and being back at home was enough for you to be more than satisfied, and waking up next to your wonderful boyfriend was an added bonus.

So when you walk into the conference room and there’s a banner, flowers, cake, a gift, and most importantly, the whole team, you’re throughly surprised.

You thank them with hugs, leaving your boyfriend until last. He’s not concerned about any FBI PDA policies when he pulls you in for a hug, holding you tightly against his chest and kissing the top of your head. “Happy birthday, gorgeous.” He whispers.

“Thanks.” You reply, beaming up at him.

“Make a wish.” Penelope interrupts you two, probably for everyone’s benefits since even you know the ‘I love you more’s are cringeworthy.

She’s holding your cake out for you to blow out the candles. It’s a mouthwatering cake, decorated perfectly with two candles on top displaying your age. Aaron doesn’t let go of you when you step forward, opting to keep a hand resting on your back instead.

They all cheer when you blow them out. “Are you really that young?” Emily asks. “That means you were still a baby when I was in middle school.”

You laugh with a nod. “Just when I was feeling old you say that.”

“You know you’re probably closer to the inverse of her age, Aaron?” Rossi reminds him.

You’ve had the conversation so many times when Aaron was freaking out about if your relationship was inappropriate and if he was a creep. Every time you meet him with reassurance, so much so that he doesn’t flinch anymore when people comment on it.

“Reid?” You fact check with the genius.

He doesn’t even need a second to think about it. “Closer to your age by a few months.” He reports.

“I’m just saying, respect.” Rossi offers him a fist bump. Aaron fist bumps him hesitantly, not sure what he’s actually done. He’s still confused about how he managed to get you to go out with him, much less fall in love with him. Whatever it is, he’s more and more grateful each day.

“I’m sure you’ve dated people with a much bigger age gap than us.” You remind Rossi. There’s enough rumors that you’re inclined to believe them.

“Dated? No. Slept with? Yes.” He says.

You turn back to look at Aaron with a smirk before speaking a comment that makes him shake his head while everyone else hoots with laughter. “Well he gets to do both.”

[whiskey-bumblebee]

trick or treat aaron hotchner pls 🙏

treat! 🍬

A/N: gender neutral reader (Aaron slips up at one point but we correct him), Halloween-decoration-typical horror (just in case). Also the writing in this is super lazy because I am what? Lazy <3 Hope you enjoy! And keep the requests coming!

Aaron loves that you love Halloween, but he can't stand the decorations. He's seen a lot of things in his life, and Spirit Halloween reminds him of the worst of them: dismembered limbs, blood, scary masks, references to weapons and poison, death all around. To him, it's a blessing that you have the stomach for the plastic version. It means he's doing his job, as an agent and a boyfriend. He's not bringing it home. He's keeping you safe from the horrors of the world.

So he gives you a list of boundaries, lovingly handwritten in his neatest print:

please no: -weapons -gore/blood -body parts/bones/tombstones -jumping things -masks -murder/crime scene paraphernalia

You take the list in hand and give him a look. "Honey, I respect this, but are there things you do want? That might be easier."

He considers it for a second. "Bats. Pumpkins. Spiders. Witches. Cats. Vampires. Frankenstein. Cute ghosts."

You smile and give him a kiss because you can't help it. "Cute ghosts."

"You know. Sheet ghosts."

"So you can watch scary movies but you can't have scary decorations?" You're only teasing, and he knows that, but he still pouts a little.

"Michael Myers on the television is different to Michael Myers in the living room."

You nod. "Okay, honey. I'll see what we can do."

So you head to the halloween store and do a little bit of damage with your credit card, and head home to set up. You don't get many trick or treaters, since you live in a small neighborhood, but it's just as fun to decorate for yourself, right?

You decide to go with plenty of fuzzy spiders, a jack o lantern for the porch, and a sheet ghost for the lawn.

Aaron gets home, and you're careful to meet him out in the driveway so you can check for his approval.

"Cute ghost," You point out, after giving him a quick kiss. He nods.

There are some comically large spiders climbing up the outside of the house, and he laughs.

"Sure."

Then the two pumpkins on the porch.

"I thought we'd carve them together another time."

He nods again. You know the lack of reaction is just his way of assessing a situation wholly before he makes an overall judgement.

You walk him through the door, where you've kept things much more minimal. Your home is your shared sanctuary after all, and the last thing you need is to give him a heart attack in the middle of the night.

The front door reads "Haus Frankenstein", with the silhouette of a castle underneath. In the kitchen, you've suspended a sign reading "it's electrifying!" with a picture of Frankenstein's monster in the lightning trap.

"I know this is kind of verging into corpse territory, but I thought it was cute, if you don't like it-"

Aaron shakes his head quickly. "No, it's cute. Thank you."

The guest bathroom has sticky green gels over the tile.

"Ectoplasm," You smile, and Hotch falls even more in love with you.

"Everything is temporary, it's peel and stick. If you don't like anything, I kept the receipts, so we can return it-"

"Everything is perfect, honey. Is that it?"

You nod. "That's it."

His face falls a little, although he's quick to shield it.

"What?" You ask quickly. "Do you want something else?"

"I was hoping you'd pick the costumes, I'm no good with that s-"

You beam. "I did. They're in the bedroom."

Aaron smiles at that. "You think of everything. I love you."

You lead him to the bedroom, and you're delighted to walk him through the costumes, a mixture of thrifted items, costume pieces, makeup, and a wig for you.

"Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein?"

"Partner of Frankenstein," You correct him. "I thought since I kind of themed the house as the Haus Frankenstein, we could be the Frankensteins. And I was talking to my friend about it and we thought you looked kind of like Boris Karloff."

Aaron raises an eyebrow.

"In a good way!" You interject. "I think he's sexy."

He grins and pulls you in by the waist. "Good."

[bxbynyah7]

Told You So- Sam Golbach One-Shot

sam x oc (Emmy)

summary: Living with 5 boys always proves to be a trip. Except when someone finally gets hurt, and it so happens to be your boyfriend

warnings: cussing, broken bones, yelling, Sam gets full named by Emmy, (I think that's it)

A/N: This is my first story I have ever posted online. I have a few written that I want to push out and they will for sure be longer than this one. I hope you enjoy and if you want to read something specific, send in a request :)

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Living in the traphouse with my boyfriend, Sam, was exciting to say the least. We lived with some of his closest friends so you can imagine it was like living with 5+ toddlers sometimes. And today was one of those days. I was sitting inside at the bar trying to work on some editing for some of Sam’s new pictures from the photos I took for him when I heard all the boys yelling from the back yard. I shut my laptop and grabbed my phone off the counter with an eye roll. I walked outside into the hot L.A. sun and stood with the rest of the boys. My tank top and shorts stood out against all of their hoodies and jeans even though it was damn near 100 degrees outside. “What the hell are ya’ll doing?” I asked them. Colby, Jake, Corey, and Aaron just looked at me like deer stuck in headlights. “What? Cat got your tongues or something?” I said with an attitude. I needed to get back to work. Sam wanted to post those pictures today, so I needed to get them edited. “Nothings going on, Em. Why would you think something is going on?” Jake stuttered towards me. I rolled my eyes and looked at Colby who was making, well attempting, subtle glances up to the top of the house. Confused, I looked up and saw my boyfriend standing on the edge of the roof. “Samuel John Golbach! What the fuck are you doing up there?” I yelled at him. He smiled sheepishly and gave me a small wave. “Hi baby. I was about to help the boys make a TikTok, wanna watch?” He called back down at me. I looked at him irritated. “Sam, what TikTok are you making?” I asked. I was genuinely concerned for him. I had no idea what they could possibly be doing. I hadn’t been on TikTok in over a week because of work. “Okay I’m filming. Whenever you’re ready, Sammy boy!” Corey yelled. Colby whooped and cheered and Sam counted down from three. On three he jumped and fell down fast. He was supposed to land in the live seat they had under him. He missed and landed partially on the ground. “Sammy!” I yelled and ran over to him. He groaned and tried to turn into his stomach. “No baby stop you can’t roll over. You might’ve fractured your spine” I told him while holding him still. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. “Fuck this hurts.” He whispered to me. I had silent tears running down my face as I kissed his forehead. “ I know, sweet boy. The ambulance is on its way I promise.” I whispered back. “How long until the ambulance gets here?” I asked the boys. “There right around the corner.” Colby told me. I heard the siren before I saw the lights because I didn’t want to take my eyes off Sam. “Ma’am, we’ve got it from here.” One of the paramedics told me. “Okay, uhh he’s 24, jumped from the roof and landed partially on the lovesac. I heard a big crack when he hit the ground, so I think he fractured his spine. If not the spine, some of his vertebrae.” I rattled off quickly. “Damn woman, you a nurse or something?” The other paramedic asks with a laugh. “Studying to be one actually. That and I live with a bunch of dumbass boys who like to do stupid shit.” I told him with a small laugh. They got Sam up in the gurney and loaded him in the ambulance. “You wanna ride with him, nurse girl?” They asked me. I nodded my head and hopped up and sat next to Sam. “Emmy, it hurts. Like so fucking bad.” Sam whispered to me. “I know it does. You jumped off the roof and missed the bean bag. What did you expect?” I asked him. I grabbed his hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand with my thumb. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand gently. 

time skip to the hospital

“Well, you indeed did fracture a few of your lower vertebrae. Three to be exact.” the doctor told Sam.  He looked at me with some fear in his eyes and at that moment I knew exactly how he was feeling. “Hey baby, you're fine. I know exactly how to help with the healing process so you will be in great hands.” I told him, brushing his hair back off his forehead. He smiles at me and looks back at the doctor. “Okay so what are you able to do?” he asked him. The doctor went on to explain that there wasn’t much he could do other than give him a brace and pain meds. After a conversation about what he can and cannot take, the doctor left to get the nurse for his brace. “I’m sorry this is happening to you, my love.”  I whispered to him. He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a few pecks on the back of my hand. “I'm sorry I’m putting you through this. I thought I could make that jump.” he told me. I smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I told you so, babe. I told you so.”

[bonkers-4-hatter]

@sacredwarrior88 asked: To celebrate my birthday today, may I please request headcanons for Hotch, Derek, and Spencer having a female S/O who owns a bar that’s famous for selling special drinks based off certain characters like this?

Of course!!!! I know I already told you, but Happy Birthday! I hope you had a great one!!! I hope you enjoy the headcannons hun!! <3 <3 <3 You're amazing! :)

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Headcannons with !Female S/O that make drinks around their personalities:

Hotch (The Black Manhattan):

You were closing up the bar for the night, you decided to close early since Aaron said he was leaving work early.

He recently closed an intense case and you were glad he was listening to your advice of taking a break before jumping into more work.

The front door of the bar opened and Aaron walked through locking the door back up and made his way toward you.

You noticed his feet dragged a little bit making you worry.

"Hey there handsome, sit down I got the thing you need."

He smiled softly at you and sat at a barstool.

You started to pull out ingridients and glasses. You saw the perplexed look on his face.

"I know that look Aaron, we can talk about it at home, for now let me make you a drink, something new I thought of. You'll like it."

You can see his eyes analyzing the ingridients in front of him. "Coming up with a profile for the drink I'm making?"

He gave a short laugh. "Something like that Y/N."

I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice, adding Rye, Amaro, Aromatic Bitter, Orange Bitters and stirred. Aaron had a relaxed look on his face as he watched me work.

Straining the liquid in a double old fashioned glass, I garnished it with an orange peel on top and slid it out to him on the bar top.

"One Black Manhattan on the house"

Aaron thanked me and took a drink.

"It's an elegant drink that has a bittersweet taste, but the aftermath leaves your mouth sweet and wanting more...kinda like you Aaron."

He laughed finishing the drink. "It was a great drink Y/N, can I give you a tip?"

"Sure?" I wasn't sure where he was going until he leaned over the bar top and kissed me.

Spencer (Lemon Lime & Bitters):

It was late, about 3:00 AM and you were cleaning up from a busy Saturday night. You let your two employees go as your boyfriend Spencer said he was coming to help you close up.

A soft knock on the front entrance made you look up.

Spencer was there with a smile on his face waving. I went and let him in giving him a hug as I closed and locked the door.

"Thank you for helping Spence! You're the best!"

"Of course Y/N, I'm sure you're exhausted after tonight. I wanted to make sure you got home safe and I didn't want you alone here."

You smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bar.

"Take a seat, I'll whip up a drink for you, and yes, it'll be 99% non-alcoholic, I promise."

Spencer smiled happy you remembered he was taking new medication and couldn't really drink.

"This drink reminds me of you, but since you love your puzzles, I'll let you try to figure it out as I make it."

He smiled as I started to gather my ingridients. I saw his eyes glancing at the labels and I could practically see the gears turning in his cute little head.

I fill a glass to the top with ice, chopped a lime in half and squeezed the juice of half of it into the glass. Then, I filled the glass with lemonade then topped it off with five drops of Angostura Bitters before stirring and adding a slice of lemon and lime.

Sliding the drink over to Spencer, I gave him a warm smile. "Here we go, one Lemon Lime and Bitters on the house for one cute special agent."

I saw his cheeks flush. "Thank you Y/N." I watched as he took a drink as he let our a sigh.

"It's really refreshing and kind of sweet with the lemonade."

"It reminds me of you Spence. Someone who's refreshing, sweet and pretty to look at."

I laughed as his face turned beet red.

Derek (Cuban Old Fashioned):

It was winding down at your bar as a familiar face walked in. It was none other than Derek himself with a swagger in his step as usual.

"Hey babygirl!" His voice was loud and proud as the few stragglers looked up at him as I waved back a goofy smile on my face.

I ran around the bar and hugged him, as he hugged me back. "Alright, you guys gotta go, my girl needs to close up."

The few stragglers who were intimidated by him followed his instructions as they slugged off thorugh the front door which I closed and locked up.

Turning to Derek, I put my hand up to my forehead and 'swooned'. "Oh, my hero." He laughed at my dramatic display before cleaning up the tables the stragglers were at and flipped the chairs upside down so the cleaning crew could sweep.

I was finishing some things behind the bar as he slipped into one of the barstools, his eyes following me as I cleaned.

"Ya know, it's rude to stare at a bartender when shes not making you a drink." He laughed and looked me up and down. "Then how about makin' me a drink babygirl?"

I roll my eyes but get some ingridients out. "One mystery cocktail coming up...wanna take a guess at what I'm making mr. profiler?"

I take a cocktail shaker out and add bourbon, simple syrup, fresh lime juice and Angostura bitters. Filling it with ice, I pop the top on and shake it all vigorously.

I did a few tricks with the cocktail shaker, flipping it, shaking it behind my back, all the pretty things to get you extra tips.

Grabbing a chilled coupe glass, I strain the mixture into the glass and top it with some Prosecco and garnished it with fresh mint leaves. Sliding the drink over to Derek, I blew him a kiss.

"Here you handsome, one Cuban Old Fashioned. Wanna take a sip and see why I think this drink is you?" He grinned and took a sip as he let the flavor linger like I taught him to do. He had a puzzled look on his face. "Okay, I give, tell me what this is me Y/N."

"Well, it has a complex flavor mixture that makes you taste something different each time, but underneath it all, it has a sweetness that's addicting and once you have a taste, you're always coming back for more."

Derek downed the rest of the drink and bit his lip looking at you from across the bartop. "Better hurry and close up babygirl, becuase I'm about to show you something else that comes back for more...and more...and more."

You've never closed up the bar faster in your life after those words were said.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

okay, bestie ily! I am back like a thirsty whore! but this time my daddy issues have brought forth the desire for Aaron hotchner :,) lmfao! I'd like some hurt comfort relating to my current neck issues (you know the drill).

ily!

I got you my love, I hope this helps you feel a bit better😌❤️

"You're not going to break me if you sit next to me, Aaron." I call out to him, not able to see him from where I'm positioned but after I hear shuffling around the bedroom, Aaron pops into my view.

"I know, I'm sorry." He sits down beside me on the bed, hand slipping into mine as he sucks in a breath, eyes carefully fluttering over my face, looking for any sight of discomfort.

He's been so careful with me over the last few days, only touching me when I ask him for help, carefully feeding me the different foods that he's made and helping me in and out of the shower which has ended up being the most difficult thing.

"I've never seen you so skittish." I pout, lip jutting out pitifully and it pulls a sad sigh from him, his hands massaging. my forearms that rest in my lap. He pauses, looking down at his hands for a moment, thinking of what to say.

"I'm not used to having a woman bedridden in my bed." My lips part in shock at his teasing, brows ticking up as he laughs sheepishly, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. "I'm not the best with bed side manner." He admits but I just scoff.

"I beg to differ. I have plenty of experience with your bed side ma-"

"Watch it." He cuts me off with an awkward laugh, cheeks reddening at my obvious innuendo and I grin, allowing myself for a moment to feel as if I'm free from this brace around my neck and just like any other girlfriend in their boyfriends bed. But I'm not. "Can I get you anything?" He asks, reaching up to soothe a hand over the top of my head, sad smile on his lips as he blows out a breath of air.

"A new neck." I joke, adjusting myself the best I can but I feel a twinge of pain run up the back of my spine to the base of my head, forcing me to freeze in my place with a quiet whine.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, scooting closer to me so he can help me move, hands wrapping around my head to steady myself as I slip further down under the covers, trying desperately to get comfortable.

"It's okay. Contrary to popular belief, I have the best nurse out there."

"Yeah?" He asks with a soft smile, hand soothing up my arm to rub circles into my tense shoulder. "Between you and Jack, I think I need a pay raise." He's not wrong, he's been working on triple time; focusing on Jack and getting him to school, focusing on taking care of me as best as he can and still answers calls from work when they need his help, even though he's on leave.

"We can talk about a pay raise when I'm out of this neck brace." I taunt and the wink I send him makes him stutter out a quiet 'oh' under his breath. I giggle, giving his hand a playful squeeze as he sucks in a breath.

"Alright, down girl."

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[sequinsmile-x]

Eros

Emily wasn’t surprised that she’d started to sleep with one of her professors, but she was surprised that she’d fallen in love with him.

A Hotchniss AU.

-x-

Hi friends,

It's been a WHILE since I wrote this one but I recently got inspired, and @cloudlessly-light is always telling me we need more Hotchniss smut, so here we are.

Happy Saturday everyone, enjoy the professor hotch smut <3

-x-

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Words: 2.6k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She was mad at him.

She knows it’s unfair, that he hasn’t done anything wrong, but she can’t help it. Through nothing but chance, she’d been in the same building as his office and had spotted him talking to another student, someone Emily knew was called Kate Joyner. 

She had stood back and watched as Kate flirted with her boyfriend, her smile wide and her hand on his arm as she laughed at whatever he had said. Aaron was funny, but he wasn’t that funny. It made jealousy burn in her belly, and she left before he saw her.

Later in the day, they’d met in the parking lot as planned, ready to go for dinner, and she’d seen Aaron waiting by his car as she left her last class of the day. She’d walked out with a guy from her class, Andrew, and she could feel Aaron staring at them. His gaze burning into her skin from where he was standing. She hates herself for it, but she feels a sense of pride rush through her at the thought that he is jealous too. 

She makes excuses to not go to his after they have dinner together, something she regrets when she gets home. She changes into her pjyamas, made up of a pair of her underwear and one of his shirts, and mopes around her apartment, doing chores she’d neglected for days as she sips a large glass of wine. 

She’s just about to call him, to ask him to come over when she hears a knock on her front door. She’d never be able to explain why, but she knows it’s him before she even looks through the peephole. She sighs as she pulls the door open. 

She leans against the door, “You have a key-”

He’s on her in a second, his hands on her hips as he pushes her into her apartment, his lips over hers as he cuts her off. He swallows her surprised gasp, and she automatically kisses him back, her fingers tight in his hair,  her body responding to him before her brain can catch up with what’s happening. She vaguely hears her front door slamming shut, the pictures on the walls shaking with the force of it, as he leads her further into her apartment. It’s only when her back collides with the kitchen counter that her brain comes back online. 

She feels the cool marble countertop through the thin material of the shirt that she’s wearing, his shirt, and the heat of him pressing her to it and the contrast makes her pull away from him, breathless as she sucks in air she grasps his shoulders, unsure even when she’d held onto him that tightly, or when he’d pressed one of his thighs between hers, the rough material of his jeans pressing her underwear against her clit. The sensation makes her clench around nothing, anticipation warming her skin as she looks at him, nothing short of animalistic desire burning in his eyes, his pupils blown so wide she can see herself reflected in them. It makes her feel even more on edge. She can feel a damp spot already appearing on her underwear, the material firmly pressing into her, and she wonders if he can feel it through his jeans. 

“Aaron-”

“You’re mine,” he says, growling at her, finally releasing the tension she’d seen in him as they ate dinner, his back straight and his jaw tense as they spoke about their days. She’s sure it should make her angry, the possessive way he says it, the way he holds her even tighter, the material of his shirt that she’d stolen bunched in his hands as he holds her in place, but it doesn’t. She feels her skin get warmer, her body thrumming with it, “Not Andrew Mendoza’s.”

She huffs out a breath, her laugh catching in her chest as his hand sneaks under her shirt, his thumb skimming the underside of her breast, “He’s just a friend.” 

If she was honest, he was barely even that. Just a guy from one of her classes whom she’d spoken to a few times as they waited for their professor to arrive. He was nice enough and handsome, and he clearly had a crush on her. She knows he’s someone she’d probably go for if she wasn’t so absolutely in love with the man currently pressing her against her kitchen counter, his jealousy as obvious as his need for her, both of them written all over his face. 

“You’re mine,” he repeats, pressing his leg firmer against her, smiling when she moans, her hips rolling against his thigh as she seeks out more pressure. He kisses her fiercely his tongue sweeping through her mouth and then he pulls back. She groans and chases his kiss, her eyes flicking up to his as he looks down at her, his eyebrows raised expectantly. She knows what he wants, want he wants to hear, and she cups his cheek making him look at her. She presses her thumb into his lower lip, enjoying the familiar plushness of it as she smiles at him. 

“I’m yours,” she says, her voice thick with want, “I’m all yours.” 

He’s on her again, just as much intensity as when he first showed up, his hands on her hips as he lifts her, depositing her onto the kitchen counter. Her heated skin hitting the cool marble makes her hiss and shiver, but she barely has time to think about it as he pushes her thighs apart, his fingers rubbing her through her underwear. 

He groans at the damp material against his skin, “So wet for me already sweetheart,” he says, smirking as her hips stutter. He looks at her as she leans back, her palms flat on the kitchen counter. She was breathing heavily, her pale skin flushed pink, the blush disappearing down her chest and beneath the white material of the shirt she was wearing. He never failed to be taken aback by her beauty, by how responsive she was always. He leans in and kisses her throat, trailing his lips down to her chest, nipping at her collarbone with his teeth, smiling against her skin as her breath catches in her chest, “I bet no one else can make you feel like this.”

She gasps, her nails scratching the marble she was sitting on as he pushes her underwear aside, the feel of his skin directly against hers making her moan, “No, no one,” she chokes out, her hands in his hair as she guides him up for a kiss, her whine lost in it as he rubs circles over her clit at the same time, “Just you.” 

At first, she was certain that the fire between them, how he’d make her fall apart in a way no one else ever had, how he seemed to just know her body from the start, was just because of the clandestine nature of it all. The fact he was her professor and she his student, all of their encounters in his office, on the same desk he marked her papers. It was only as they carried on, both lost in the incredible sex and the feelings that had grown around it, that she realised it was more than that. 

If she was someone else, if she believed in such things, she’d think they were made for each other. 

“It’s like you were made all for me,” he mumbles, unknowingly saying what she was thinking, and he kisses her as he presses two fingers into her, groaning as she clenches around him. His hips twitch at the feeling, impatience for the feeling of her wrapped around him flooding his veins. He suddenly feels the desperate need to see more of her, to feel more of her, and uses his spare hand to tug at one side of the shirt she’s wearing, the buttons skipping across the floor as he tears it. 

“I liked that shirt,” she breathes out, rolling her hips as he pushes his fingers in and out of her, his thumb relentless against her clit.

“I’ll let you steal another one,” he replies, pressing his lips against her collarbone before he moves downwards, paying special attention to her breasts, licking at her nipple bar, smirking against her skin as she moans, her thighs twitching, “You can have them all.” 

“Aaron,” she groans, warmth building in her belly, sparking in her blood as he builds her up, never quite touching her as he knew she needed to be touched, keeping her on the edge. “Please.” 

He pulls her in for a kiss, fierce and possessive as he pulls his hand from her, smiling as she groans against him. He steps back and licks her from his fingers, groaning at the taste of her. 

“Delicious,” he says, kissing her once more before he steps back, his eyes never leaving hers as he kneels down in front of her, “I think I’ll have some more.” 

He dives in, his tongue against her clit. She moans as he pulls her closer, his hands under her thighs as they rest on his shoulders. She forgets about everything else but him, the way makes her feel, and she digs her fingers tight into his hair, holding him in place in case he dares to stop. If she could think of anything else, she’d worry she’d smother him, her thighs clamping around his head as he finally pushes her over the edge. She screams as she comes, half capturing it by placing her hand over her mouth, well aware her neighbours had complained about the noise before. 

“Fuck,” she breathes out, watching as he stands up, his eyes darker than ever. She feels nothing short of empowered, even more desire for him overwhelming her, as she watches him wipe his mouth and chin on his shirt sleeve before he undoes his jeans, never stopping looking at her he approaches. 

She lifts her hips just enough to take off her underwear, throwing them on the floor before she reaches for his, pulling him in close as she kisses him, tasting herself on his tongue. She reaches between them and pumps him, a punched-out groan his response as he grasps at her hips holding tight. She wraps a leg around him and groans as he pushes forward, the familiar stretch of him stealing the breath from her lungs. 

“Mine,” he grunts, punctuating it with a thrust that makes her grasp his shoulders, her nails almost ripping his shirt. 

“Yours,” she says in response, clenching around him, turning her head to capture his lips in a kiss. She pulls back just enough to speak again, her breath skipping over his lips, “All yours.” 

They work up a familiar rhythm, both of them lost in each other, in the pleasure that was overtaking them. He feels her thighs shake, a sign that she was close again, and he removes a hand from her back to rub her clit, groaning as she gets tighter around him, her breathless moans echoing around them. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, his lips against her ear, making her shiver, “Come for me.” 

She comes, hard, her entire body giving out in a way that makes her slump forward, her forehead against his shoulder. He speeds up, his need for her increasing. Despite the fact she's here with him, that she’s wrapped around him in every conceivable way, he feels the spark of jealousy from earlier come back, the thought of another man wanting her making him hold her tighter. 

“Fuck, Em,” he grunts out, his hips moving faster, “Fuck you feel so good.”

She wraps her legs tighter around him and lifts her head, her lips against his ear as she whispers, knowing what he needs, “Only you make me feel like this,” she says, hooking her leg higher around his hips, her heel digging into his lower back. The change of angle makes her gasp and she closes her eyes as he places his hand on her thigh, holding it so tightly she knows he’ll leave bruises, “No one else. Just you.” 

He growls as he comes and the warmth of it inside of her makes her sigh, seeking him out for a gentle kiss. They share a smile and he kisses her once more before he pulls back just enough to look at her. He suddenly looks sheepish, like a different man to the one who had shown up here and pounced on her. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

She breathes out a chuckle, “For what?” She asks, purposely clenching around him, smiling widely when he groans, “From where I’m sitting you have nothing to be sorry for.” 

He shakes his head at her lovingly, “For being a jealous idiot. You were just talking to the guy.” 

She bites her lower lip and she tilts her head, “Well if this is what just talking to the guy gets me, then maybe I’ll flirt with him next time,” she jokes, laughing again when he frowns, “I’m kidding, baby,” she says, kissing him, “You have nothing to be jealous about. But I get it…it’s hard, having to be… subtle about everything.” 

They didn’t keep their relationship a secret anymore, now she was no longer one of his students, but they were careful. Never making it too obvious that they were together on campus.  She was looking forward to graduating later this year, partially so the studying was behind her, but also so she no longer had to try and pretend she wasn’t completely in love with him.

Aaron frowns at her, “What do you have to be jealous about?” He asks as he steps back, lamenting the feeling as he slips out of her before he pulls his jeans back up. 

“Are you kidding?” She asks, her hands on the kitchen counter as she stands up, smiling at Aaron as he steadies her, his hands on her hips, her legs still unsteady, “You’re the youngest and the hottest professor on campus by far. And you’re nice. And smart,” she scrunches her nose up as he pulls her closer, his hands on her lower back, “You’re a catch and every woman, and several men, on campus know it.” 

“I’d never look at someone else, Em,” he says, stamping a kiss to her cheek, “Why would I when I have you?” 

She hums, “Kate Joyner was flirting with you earlier,” she says, the words escaping her without her meaning them to, and she shakes her head at herself, “I saw you with her.” 

“She come to my office hours,” he says, running his hand up and down her back, “She needed help with a paper.” 

Emily scoffs, “Of course she did.”

“Emily-”

“She has a crush on you,” she says, cutting him off, “And I can’t blame her.” 

“She’s my student, I’m not going to…” he drifts off and sighs as she raises her eyebrows at him, both of them realising he’s managed to latch onto her biggest insecurity in their relationship without meaning to. 

She shrugs, “You have form for sleeping with your students, Aaron,” she says, smiling tightly at him before she looks down at the ground, “There are scratches on your desk that prove it.” 

He cups her cheek and makes her look at him, “None of this happened because you were my student. It’s because you’re you,” he stamps a gentle kiss against her lips, “You’re mine.” 

She chuckles, nodding, her cheeks warm with love and embarrassment. It feels absurd that he’s able to calm her down so quickly, that he’s able to squash concerns she’s had since the moment they started this, the moment it became clear to her that this had turned into more than sex. 

“Yeah,” she says, holding the collar of his shirt as she pulls him in to kiss him again, “And you’re mine.”

-x-

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[murasaki-cha]

Funniest thing to me is when I tell people who my main book boyfriends are (Aaron Warner, Cardan Greenbriar and Percy Jackson) and they go:

"Lmao isn't Percy Jackson like the odd one out here? He's nothing like the other too, he's so nice"

...........my brother/sister/sibling in christ I agree he's nice but like...

Percy Jackson? The dude who obliterated Hades' army with his bare hands? The one who slaughtered half of Kronos' army while laughing? The boy who looks like a terrifying force of nature while fighting? The guy who was choking the goddess of misery with her own poison and tears while thinking, and I quote, "He wanted to see how much misery Misery could take"? The person who manipulated an amnesic Titan to kill his own brother?

That Percy Jackson? The odd one out in this group? The only reason he would be the odd one out is because he's the protagonist in his book series and wasn't mean to his s/o in the first few books

Because if not that, than we've read completely different books

[n0vadroid]

From Strangers to Soulmates

“Yeah, yeah,” Aaron T said. “But how was I supposed to know that water bottle was yours?”

“By paying attention?” Aaron Z lifted his eyebrow. “I had to get a brand new one.”

The band was at Jesse and Veronica’s house in the backyard.

“At least you had one. It’s not like it was the only water bottle in the world.” Aaron T gave Aaron Z a bright smile which made Aaron Z’s heart race and cheeks turn red.

“Mommy, look!” Micheal walked up to his mom. “I got a flower!”

Veronica crouched down to her son. “Ooh, it’s pretty.”

“Here you go!” Micheal handed Veronica the flower.

“Aw, thank you, sweetie,” Veronica said, taking the flower and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Micheal smiled brightly. “Welcome, Mommy.”

Tae Young, Robaire, and Jesse were talking to each other with cups in their hands. “Forget it.”

“You lost, so now you owe me,” Tae Young said while holding his hand out. “Robaire already gave me his money.”

“Next time, I’m betting on Jesse,” Robaire said, but suddenly Robaire’s phone rang and he took it out to look at the caller ID. “I’ll be back, I gotta take this.” Robaire went inside the house in order to get some privacy. “Hey, Gogo.”

“Hi, Robaire. How’s your day?” Gogo asked over the phone. 

“Pretty good, I’m at a friend’s house right now. What about you?” Robaire asked.

“Well, I was at school and The Brew Club but I’m at home right now." Gogo sighed. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay. What is it?” Robaire asked.

“We’re still going to the pier on Wednesday, but I do have to be somewhere else that same day,” Gogo explained. “My grandparents want to have a family dinner at their house at 7:00.”

“Oh, yeah? The pier closes at 7:00 Tuesday-Thursday, so we should have enough time,” Robaire said. “Why do you mention it?”

“Well, my aunt wants to meet you after the whole Aaliyah fiasco and she wants you to come with me to…the family dinner,” Gogo explained.

Robaire froze for a moment. “W-what?”

“She thinks it would be a good idea to meet you since we’ll be out together.” Gogo laughed nervously. “Y-you don’t have to say yes, she just wants to meet you since she’s heard a lot about you. My uncle is bringing his girlfriend and my sister might be there with her husband, so my grandparents won’t mind if I bring someone.”

Robaire was quiet as he thought about it. He did wonder what her family was like. But if he did go, it would be like he’s her…boyfriend. 

“Uh….” Robaire finally said. “S-sure. Why not?”

“R-really? You want to go?” Gogo asked.

“I mean, yeah. It’ll be nice to meet your family since we’re friends,” Robaire replied.

“Robaire, thank you. My aunt will be happy to meet you. And my uncle, sister, and grandparents.” Gogo smiled at the thought. “I’m sure they'll love you like I do-”

Gogo stopped herself once she realized what she said and Robaire’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned red. 

“No, no, I didn’t mean-I mean, I did but not like that!” Gogo explained. “I-I meant that they’ll love you just as much as I like you.”

“O-oh. Yeah, I get it,” Robaire replied.

There was a strange silence between them. “So, um, I’ll let you get back to your friends.”

“Yep. I should…get going, um…nice talking to you,” Robaire said. 

“S-same here. I’ll see you on Wednesday.” Gogo hung up the phone and Robaire just stood there thinking to himself.

He never felt this way before. Did he...like her?

…

Gogo stared at her phone and then buried her head into her hands, face as red as a tomato. 

“Gogo, what was that?” She slowly removed her hands from her face. “Now I might’ve made things awkward between us.”

Gogo looks at Junto who is on the couch next to her and pet him. “I should take a shower. Maybe a bath, I haven’t had one in a while.” Gogo got up off the couch and went to get ready to take a bath, but just then she heard a knock on the door.

“Oh, um, just a second!” Gogo quickly went to the living room and placed her clothes on the table and then opened the door. “Oh, hey Miranda. Where’s Natalie?”

“Oh, she’s at home working right now. She told me to come over here because I haven’t seen you since Thursday,” Miranda said while walking into the house. “Were you busy?”

“I was about to take a bath.” Gogo closed the door and followed Miranda into the front room. 

“I guess I should’ve called you before I came, sorry.” As soon as Miranda sat down on the couch, Junto pounced on her and started licking her with his tail wagging. “Hi, boy. Did you miss me?”

Gogo smiled and sighed. “I’ll go put my clothes in my room and make us some hot chocolate.”

Part 28

[dogcodedcatboy]

HIIII CRICKET we need bug, tarot, and headphones for aaroman like. Now. ‼️‼️

♡ @eternally-smitten

HI NATTTTT !!!! thank u for sending an ask owo hope ur doing well 💚 this answer is gonna be long as fuck cause u picked such good questions...

(also putting the bug prompt under a readmore so ppl who do not want to see insects can skip!)

tarot - what tarot cards would best represent your s/i and f/o?

aaron looking ass question...he loves tarot cards...im on my break at work so i cant do the deepdive i wish i could so these might just be out of the major arcana ... however i would love to look at all the cards and like rlly pick ones.

roman is the devil (ha). it's commonly interpreted as being related to feeling stuck (caged perhaps?) where you are. stuck in bad patterns, dependencies, etc. not being in control of your own destiny. also a few sources i looked at talked abt it being associated w materialism and also playfulness sooo

aaron is the chariot. card associated with confidence, assertiveness and control. maybe even aggression. keeping your impulses under wraps to get shit done, the balance between heart and mind.

i will end up elaborating on these later bc i know aaron is Truly something in the swords suit. but. this is good for now.

headphones - what genre of music does your f/o like to listen to?

MAN. SO MUCH TO SAY ON THIS...keepin it brief. my roman playlist is built around his music taste so thats a good place to start but. 90s/2000s alt rock/art rock. pixies, blur, placebo, radiohead, talking heads, arcade fire...whatever LCD soundsystem is.

i think he likes electronic music too (in the scripts he is listening to EDM before his fathers funeral so? weirdo) and no one is immune to some good 2000s pop.

thinking abt aaron influencing romans music taste... he likes how sad csh sounds and will listen to them. aaron puts him on to Say Anything and he really really likes them bc theyre weird and edgy.

also the bloodhound gang 😔

bug - if your s/i and f/o were insects/bugs, what kind would they be?

OH BOY im so entomologypilled so this is a hard one cause i wanna pick things that fit...

aaron is (surprise) an african deaths head hawk moth (Acherontia atropos). not just because he has a tattoo of one / they look cool. they just happen to be ASSHOLES as far as moths go. when theyre scared/pissed off the squeak really loud??? they also have been observed to raid honeybee hives (rude). the adult moths look scary w the skull and the bright colors but they are harmless to humans.

roman roman roman...this is a hard choice bc hes such a sad little mammal but... my first instinct was jumping spider bc its small and cute and has big wet eyes (also they are a little faggy). but specifically i think he would be smthn in the genus Myrmarachne because they are mimics (batsean mimicry is so roman, when a harmless species makes itself look like something more dangerous to avoid predation) !!! blending in w the evil bitey ants for protection but. not so aggressive after all.

alternative answer from a friend. i like this as well bc then they r both moth boyfriends

[attourney-at-lycan]

mystreet aaron is like… the wattpad werewolf bad boy boyfriend trope basically.

his personality seems to change where he’s the perfect boyfriend but also extremely possessive but also really soft but socially awkward on one hand

i feel like these traits can potentially fit together if done in a way that makes sense but w/ the way jess writes him, it just makes him The Love Interest (tm) and only adds a sad background for like… plot/angst if that makes sense? his character literally just changes the way jess wants to and in a way it’s kinda sad?

i feel like aaron as a character never had control over his own fate- IK THIS IS WEIRD TO GET INTO- but his writer Jess never gives him a break and constantly makes him suffer w/o giving him some sort of happiness? in a way? he always has to suffer because the plot says so, he has to deal with his abusive family constantly regardless of his wishes, his girlfriend basically gave him nightmares and almost fucking kills him and THEN the whole fucking irene thing reviving pops up?

like hello? i know im looking @ thisbone sidedly but my conclusion is aaron is fucking doomed to suffer for the sake of the plot

ofc i could honestly be wrong bc my perception is biased towards aaron and my opinions come from the words of other ppl + mys wiki

[hotchs-bitch]

Fluffy Feb Day 22- Kitchen

Warnings: established relationship, reader is terrible at baking & general kitchen-ness, Aaron is sunshine bc I said so and I wrote the damn thing

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 774

“I’m pretty sure that when it says 3 eggs, you’re supposed to remove them from the shells first,” Aaron teases, watching you struggling to remove shards of eggshell from the mixing bowl.

“Yeah, well, it’s extra protein,” you joke back. “Tell Jack it’s what you ate growing up, and he’ll love it.”

“I don’t think I can convince 15 eight-year-olds that the birthday cake is supposed to be crunchy.” Aaron takes a spoon and dips it into the eggs, skillfully removing the rest of the shells. “There. You’re on liquids duty from now on.”

“You’re such a drill sergeant.” Your complaint is met with a quirk of Aaron’s lips, and he shakes his head as he measures out the baking powder.

It’s the day before Jack’s birthday party, and the bakery called hours ago to let you know that their ovens had broken, and they would be unable to finish the cake on time. The short notice meant that no other bakery would take on the order, so you and Aaron had decided to give it a try. How hard could it be to make a cake, after all?

Apparently, pretty damn hard.

You’ve never thought of yourself as a lost cause in the kitchen, but so far you’ve been disastrous. Five minutes after putting on an apron, Aaron let you know that if you want to stay in the kitchen, you’ll be his sous chef. It’s a humbling experience if anything.

You’re demoted once again after the egg incident to measuring out ingredients and letting Aaron mix them, but you aren’t going to take it lying down. “You can’t be serious. I’m hardly helping at all.”

Aaron smirks down at the cup of milk he pours into the mixing bowl. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near an electric mixer today…”

“I’m not that bad!” You gripe, turning to face him with an overflowing cup of flour in your hand. Unfortunately, the flour forgets to stay in the measuring cup, and a heap falls onto the floor.

You both look down at the flour, the stark explosion of white against the dark grey tile flooring of your kitchen. “Sure, you’re not.” The agreement comes in a drawl so sarcastic that you roll your eyes. “Alright, Flourbomber, can you grab me the- hey!”

Aaron cuts himself off so abruptly it’s comical, his mouth dropped into a perfect little ‘o’ of shock as he looks at the splotch of flour you’ve thrown at his chest. A powder starburst paints the front of his navy shirt white, and he narrows his eyes at you. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he warns, brandishing a spatula at you. “This is one of my good shirts.”

“It looks like you bought it from Old Navy in 2005, Flourbomb,” you snicker, and Aaron drops his spatula onto the counter before he wipes his hands over the front of his shirt and reaches out to you with white flour dusting off him. “Hey!” You squeak when he tickles you, leaving white handprints behind on the dark red of your shirt. “Hey, no fair!”

“No? That’s not fair?” He teases, not easing up on the tickling as you try to jerk away, your elbow knocking over the plastic measuring cup and sending an actual cloud of flour dust up into the air. It settles on both of you, coating your skin to a pasty-white shade with how thickly it lands.

Aaron still doesn’t ease up, laughing aloud when you sputter and try to shake flour off of your face. “Truce!” You plead, and he finally lets you go.

You take a look at him then and burst into giggles. Your boyfriend, the definition of put-together even when it’s a Sunday morning and he’s barefoot in jeans and a t-shirt, is covered in so much flour that his hair appears firmly white. White-coated lips on his face part into a laugh of his own as he takes you in; you don’t look any better, you’re sure.

“Alright, alright,” you say once you can speak, giggles erupting from you anew every time Aaron blinks and flour flies off of his eyelashes. “Okay. I’ll be the sous chef.”

“Absolutely not,” he insists, shaking his head so hard that flour powders the air and gives you a glimpse of his dark hair. “You can clean this up, and then stay far away from the kitchen.”

“Far away?” You protest, and he nods firmly.

“Far away,” he confirms, leaning in to give you a floury kiss. “I’m about to turn on the oven, and I don’t want to know how you can make that go wrong too.”

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[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

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Aaron Z paced nervously outside the ballroom.

“Hey, man.” T approached with a cheerful smile. “What’s good?”

“I don’t know if I can do this.” Z stopped in his tracks. “If we walk in there together, my whole family and Kumiko’s family are gonna know that you and I are—” He paused. “Are…are you wearing your hat?”

T looked up as if he could see his head. “Oh, right. I couldn’t be bothered with my hair today. My mom’s been using all the gel.”

Z took off T’s cap and pushed his hair back. “Man, you woulda looked so hot.” He blushed.

“Well then it’s a good thing it didn’t work out.” T pushed his hand away and put his cap back on. “You’re already nervous enough as it is.”

“Ugh, I’m just afraid of what everyone will think. I’m not even out to my brother yet. I don’t know what I’m gonna say to him—or anyone for that matter.” He groaned. “What am I even supposed to introduce you as? And what if someone from the label finds out I brought you here? They’d definitely ask questions.” He shook his head. “Nope. I can’t do it, I can’t take the risk. Let’s just hide out in the bathroom and make periodic trips to the buffet tables.” He started down the hall.

“Z, chill out.” T grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. “First of all, forget about the label for one night. It’s literally impossible for them to find out about this unless they crash your brother’s wedding. And don’t worry about anyone’s reaction to us being us. Just think of it as a way to weed out the cool cats in kittens in your family.” He winked.

Z was quiet. “And…what am I telling them about us? If I’m being honest, I’m not really in the mood to explain all the complications of…us.”

“Then don’t.” T grabbed Z’s hands. “For tonight, just introduce me as your boyfriend. No flirtationship, no complications, just you and me.” He offered a charming smile.

Z stared down at him as he blushed intensely. “O-Oh my god, I think I’m gonna combust.”

T giggled. “You’re so cute when you’re all flustered like that.” He gently cupped Z’s cheek, gaining a slight blush in his own cheeks. “Feeling better now?”

“Yeah.” Z smiled softly. “You always know how to make me smile.” He started to lean in slowly.

“Woah…”

Z panicked and shoved T away from him. “OLIVIA, JEEZ!”

“Were you guys about to kiss?” Olivia grinned. “Gross!”

“What we were or weren’t about to do is none of your business.” Z crossed his arms as he attempted to unblush. “Did you come out here to tell us something?”

“Oh, right. I cornered Lijah and Kumi.” Olivia gestured to the room. “They’re waiting for you guys.”

T and Z looked at each other.

“Now or never, right, babe?” T smiled, holding up his and Z’s interlaced hands.

“Ugh.” Z covered his face with his free hand. “Please don’t call me that or I’ll actually melt.”

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