A. Ham

Aaron Hamilton III, 60. Husband to Schuyler. I'm dedicating everyday to you; domestic life was never quite my style. When you smile, you knock me out I fall apart and I thought I was so smart.

[hs--radio]

survivors you'd trust with a baby and survivors you wouldn't trust with a sack of flour

Lawrence, since he is already taking care of a baby. Add Marcus and Iggy to that list too. As for people who don’t have kids but I’d trust with a baby, Stella and Leighton. I wouldn’t trust Vasiliy with a baby, since I’m not sure if he ever actually was one. Honestly, I think he just came out of the womb tall and weird. I wouldn’t trust Jake with a baby, since he’s already shown he’s not afraid to fight a toddler, even if that kid is a demon child. Aaron may be, like, 90 but I wouldn’t trust him with absolutely anything, Amadeus for the same reason as Vasiliy, and while I love Eden R, I think the idea of her taking care of a child is hilarious. No offense, girl.

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

Rough touch

13. My muse slams yours against a wall hard. 

There was nothing quite like Catholic guilt. There was something special about; something that, no matter how long it’d been, you always went back. For himself, it had been over 40 years. God was dead, and he had been fine with that. It wasn’t until he was faced with death at every corner that he understood: God wasn’t some figure in the sky – it was whatever you wanted it to be. 

His prayers were the way she felt against him; confessions were told with his tongue against her skin, and god, did he need to repent. As soon as he saw her, greedy hands pulled her close, lips crashing, teeth biting, hair pulling possession. She was his, and he wanted to make sure she knew it. 

Back and back, farther and farther into the abandoned mansion until there was no where else to go. “I love you,” he breathed heavily as he shoved her into a wall, soon to be pressed against her. “I need you.” 

[hs--radio]

Most bangable guys and gals in Cheyenne?

Jesus, what is with you perverts? Is everyone in this city obsessed with getting laid or something? Get yourselves off if you’re so damn horny. Whatever, I like to talk, so I’ll humor you. Ladies are my style, so don’t blame me if this list is uneven.

Lennox de la Rose 

Kaeun Han

Hunter Andersen

Pandora Blair

Rosario Sosa

Gwen MacLaine

Piper Atwell

Nari Jones

Eleanor Harlow

Nova Grimshaw

If I don’t stop now, I’ll name every girl in the city. Now for the boys. I don’t want to bang them but pretty recognizes pretty.

Isaiah Wolf

Ace Hedley

Blair Blackwood

Ritvik Chopra

Francis Lawler

Jace Taylor

Noah Ashford

Aaron Hamilton

Elias Fiore

Blake Fletcher

Will Kamaka

[memeroundups]

Send ‘rough touch’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

[blakefletcherr]

“Who are you and what are you doin’ in my place?”

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

“Aaron  Hamil--” He stops himself short, brow cocking as he eyed the man up and down. “You’re place? I don’t see your name anywhere here.” 

[goodgirlsdontsurvive]

Guy? Her nose scrunched, eyebrows threading together. “I’m a girl.” Ingrid corrected, she didn’t actually believe he mistook her for a boy but she hated being called that anyways. “Well could you give it back, please? It’s the only knife I’ve got.”

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

He pushes his glasses up with his middle finger, studying her briefly. “I suppose,” he mumbles, shrugging. Girl, boy, it didn’t matter; the knife was his now. Finders keepers, after all. “Sorry,” he tells her, not sorry at all. 

[schuylerrhamilton-blog]

“Is it a crime for a wife to want to see her husband after a long shift?” She asked as she stepped closer to him stopping just shy out of being in his reach. “You know I could just go home all alone and climb into our bed naked without you if you want to be alone.”

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

“It is a bit odd,” he teases before his grin falters and eyes narrow. “You’re not very funny.” He tells her while closing the gap, arms wrapping tightly around her frame. 

[ofhcstility]

Sweetheart.

[ofhcstility]

Her expression had remained for the most part, impassive. Coquettish and flirtacious, pretty sea-green eyes managing a distance, yet a flirty ‘come hither’ expression that always got her her pay. All of that changed however, when he pushed the hundred toward her. Instead of excitement, however, her expression became try and harsh. Almost bored as she picked it up. “Uh huh. Yeah monopoly money goes real far he-” She cut off as her fingers dragged across the very real bill and she blinked, before lifting it high. Sharp gaze searching the bill beneath the light until she found the telltale watermark, and her cautious gaze lifted to him. “..Yeah.. who are you, again?”

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

He watches closely, sharp eyes on pretty features. He would never describe himself as ‘nice’ guy... few others would either. But sometimes, just sometimes, it paid to give a little. Brows wiggle suggestively, without any hint of him suggesting anything other than his want for a drink. “You had it right the first time, pretty girl. I’m Jesus.” 

[xander-knightley]

     “Sorry, I just…” Xander slowly stopped talking, watching as the woman he was trying to convince to meet her daughter walk into the room. “I was just, uh, talking to one of your workers… I guess it’s not important now…”

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

A brow quirks as he studies the man. “You seemed pretty convinced otherwise a moment ago.” A few steps are taken towards him, slow and calculated. “I’ve never seen her so worked up.” He nods at the door his employee had disappeared through. 

[ofhcstility]

Sweetheart.

[ofhcstility]

One red brow arched and her head tilted as he grinned up at her. His words had her curious, and her nose wrinkled slightly as she peered at him from across the bar. “..Hmm.. “ She paused, before giving him a teasing grin. “..Jesus? Because I’m gonna level with you here man.” 

She turned to face him, leaning forward on the bar, voice lilting in a theatrical playful whisper. “Turning water to wine’s one of the only ways you get free booze here, buddy.” She grinned, winking at him.

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

His grin turns into a smirk and he pulls his wallet out of his pocket. “You drive a hard bargain.” Aaron chuckles, sliding her a Benjamin. “Jack and Coke. Keep the change, sweetheart.”

[schuylerrhamilton-blog]

“Even for me?” Schuyler asked curiously as she tilted her head to the side. She would have usually made some joke or tried to tease him but that meant effort and she didn’t have the energy for it.

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

“Well, that’d just be wasting my own money, wouldn’t it?” He nearly rolls his eyes. “Why’d you come down here?” 

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom!

Captions:

   Top Left --- Suave. Always. #moneycanbuyhappiness

   Top Center --- apparently it’s rude to make my chef work on weekends (¬▂¬) so @schuylerrhamilton is making me brunch instead. 

    Top Right --- i’m banning all of Schuyler’s friends from this house. i’m not young enough for this shenanigans. 

   Middle Left --- throughout all of our disagreements and fights, I promise I have loved both of you, even if I’ve been terrible at showing it. Happy Birthday, Jenny. And a very happy (early) birthday, Joey. 

   Middle Center --- TSA loves me. #isthisasearchoraprostateexam

   Middle Right --- Schuy won’t let me move her down here full time, so it’s out last day out here. We’ll be back, Caribbean! 

   Bottom Left --- Honeymoon, take two? 

   Bottom Middle --- guess who let me convince her to buy a jetski #justletmebuyyouthings 

   Bottom Right --- Schuyler got to meet my niece, Angie, tonight. I think they like each other?

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

“Employee’s only,” he tells the figure who’s trying to sneak back into the lounge room. “If you want a tour, it’ll cost you.” 

[ofhcstility]

Sweetheart.

“Yeah? You raise a real good point. I could give you a free round of shots, since you’re so fucking cute.” Cassie practically purred at the mouthy customer, leaning forward on the bar. “Or, and bear with me.. you can fucking bite me. You know what? I like the second one. Any questions? Comments?”

“..Concerns?”

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

Feisty. He likes it.  He wonders if it’s an American thing. He grins at the woman, a toothy, cocky smile. “No -- ” he tells her. "Just wondering if you know who I am.”

[schuylerrhamilton-blog]

She sighed mostly to herself as she stood on her toes in order to kiss his jaw still annoyed with the tree but it wasn’t his fault. “We will need the fire wood eventually.” Schuyler pointed out logically. 

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

“Yeah,” he agreed, with no intent of actually putting in the labor. 60 years of being a billionaire did that. “For now, the tree’s gotta stay.” 

[asmalltragedy-blog]

“Listen geezer, I felt your shaky hands take it out of my back pocket,” she countered, narrowing her eyes at the man. Was this his way of trying to feel her up? Sure–she had a great ass, but taking her knife wasn’t the best way to go about it. “I’m not one for elder abuse, so could you just give it back?”

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

He can’t help but show his offense to her words, jaw falling open in the slightest. “Excuse me,” he begins, eyes narrowing. “I don’t listen to little girls. I found it. It’s mine. Why don’t you go find some barbies to play with?” 

[schuylerrhamilton-blog]

She turned her head in order to glare up at her husband. “Laugh at me again and you’ll sleep in the shed tonight. That tree jumped out of nowhere!” She exclaimed leaning against him in defeat even as she spoke.

[aaronhamiltons-blog]

He simply nods, a bit more solemn now. “I’m sure it did.” His fear of the doghouse outweighed his amusement. “We should just cut ‘em all down or something.” He teases.