Stupid Cupid 🧸

I WILL BLOCK YALL 😮‍💨 •|27| MDNI | she/her | Bi• NSFW

[babiecupid]

All About Me <3

Im 27 years old// I post clown shit

Gemini sun, Capricorn moon, Leo rising, Cancer Venus

Im not a v dominant person- please don’t ask me to take charge of anything bc I will cry 😆

Rules for interacting :

Don’t be a cunt don’t be entitled

Im v inexperienced dont expect much

I won’t send you anything no pictures no videos- if you ask I’ll block you.

You’ve gotta be direct w me lol - I will not take a hint

MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT W MY CONTENT. NO LIKING NO COMMENTING NO ASKS NO MESSAGES DONT EVEN SNIFF MY ACCOUNT.

We glorify fat bodies here (praise and worship justifiably so)

#stupidcupid is me

#cupidtalks -random shitpost

#cupidasks- asks 😂

I would prefer 21+ to interact w me

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DNI: obviously minors, pedophiles/MAP, feeders, ED blogs, this is not a safe space I block liberally so I’m looking at you men, creeps, hateful people…

TW I do reblog hard kinks

❌ scat, feeder kinks fatphobes , detrans kinks, anything involving race, drugging, darker side of CNC (just don’t talk to me about it), Trump Supporters, Conservatives, Terfs, racists, fascists, sexists, Homophobes, Transphobes, zionists… I’ll add more as they come to me 🤗

[abbotsbunnygf]

thank you to the anon who sent me a request for this!!!

–> [rated: e], explicit (at the end). brendon park x (chubby) reader. summary: brendon 'the shark' park headcanons <3 word count: 0.4k.

brendon park who does not play about what he wants. if he’s set his eyes on you, you better know he’s gonna give his everything to have you. 

brendon park who’s possessive. so, so possessive. dangerously so. he’s not above getting into a fight because someone looked at you wrong, or too long. 

brendon park who likes his women plus size and he’s not embarrassed by it. not in the slightest. he hits the gym 6 times a week because he needs to decompress, but he likes to keep himself in shape — for two reasons: being able to protect you and throw you around like a ragdoll when you beg him to be rough with you. 

brendon park who’d never tell you to change out of short clothes, but he will stand way too close, glaring at anyone who even dares to stare at your — his — thighs. 

brendon park who literally gets a boner when you spend his money.

brendon park who’s obsessed with your safety. he’s got your car checked out every other month. gives you a fifteen minute lecture about you driving around with a claw clip in your hair — he can’t have you getting yourself hurt. no, baby, you’re his, he’s gonna keep you safe, even from yourself. 

brendon park who takes you out on dates every other week. he gets you flowers and a sweet treat — he knows his lady has a sweet tooth. 

brendon park who wants children. when you start showing a hint of baby bump, that is his undoing. brendon gets a little insane and has a hard time keeping his hands from you. 

brendon park who gives his all. both to work and you. when he’s on call, he’ll be one hundred percent focused on his work, mostly just texting you whenever — if ever — he gets the chance to take a break and eat lunch. but when he’s with you, it’s the same. he turns off his work phone and all his attention is on you. he doesn’t bring work home and doesn’t let it affect his personal life. 

brendon park who loves taking long showers with you. 

brendon park who loooooooooooooves when you cook for him. that man eats like a freaking tank, and you can’t cook a small amount of food so it just works out. when you bake homemade bread, it’s a few hours before he’s gone through the entire loaf. 

brendon park who goes immediately soft when he gets home to you. the shark persona only exists outside of his home. 

brendon park who loves watching his cum ooze out of your used, gaping cunt. 

brendon park who loves using his teeth on you — your neck, shoulders, the fat of your tits, your belly. he loves seeing you covered in his bite marks.

brendon park who’s favorite position is either missionary, mating press or doggy. 

brendon park who’s got a scent kink. sweaty after working all day? he’s ready to fuck you in a second.

[jennywtheglock]

then vs. now: Emily at The BAU 2.10 -> 19x10

[sillylittleouppy]

I LOVE MY PLUSHIES REBLOG IF YOU LOVE YOUR PLUSHIES

[p-urest]

diagnosed with sweetest girl syndrome

[glowcowboy]

thank god for the color pink . green also

[correctopinionhaver]

keep liking my posts and we’re gonna end up as longtime mutuals who never talk to each other

[77tahlias-obsessions14]

Im so glad i decided to do a rewatch of Criminal Minds, I forgot how hot Hotch was, like damn that man is Daddy. Also Emily Prentiss what a woman

[konoko]

[yournamesnob]

Park letting sunshine!reader be the only one to flirt with him and him only shaking his head letting her do the flirting (idiots in love) but one day she stops and and is very quiet and not like her sunshine self at all, doesn't talk to anyone. Only for Park to find out that someone broke into her house the night before and she had to call 911 and didn't wanna tell anyone. Ends in fluff:))))))))

my poor angel!! omggg

It’s always “hi shark” or “good morning parkie” every time he sees you walking into the hospital.

You’re attentive, bright eyed, kind no matter how many of your colleagues have definitely told you to treat him colder than normal.

You simply don’t, have never even tried to dim your warm demeanor.

That’s what he likes about you, your inability to be cruel or mean, even if it means getting teased for it by the other residents.

You simply shrug it off and keep swimming.

And to say he doesn’t play around with it a little would be unfair.

He likes the warmth, likes how it makes him feel like he’s actually wanted and an integral part of the vast ocean that is PTMC.

If he has to go down to deal with bottom dwelling emergency department business, the least they can do is have you working that day too.

Robby has noticed and definitely makes sure to have you working whenever Shark is also on rotation.

Sure, it’s sneaky and definitely ethically ambiguous at best, but if you’ve noticed, you don’t seem to mind.

It also drastically improves their wait times for ortho consults.

It’s a plus for everyone involved.

Or so he thought.

Today you’re…not here?

He got called to assist on something five minutes ago, his examination of the case being quick and thorough, not enough for him to linger, but as he steps back out towards the hub, he can’t help but look for you.

His gaze sharpens as he scans through the school of the ED.

It’s Dana who catches his eye.

“She’s out in triage.”

His brow quirks. What? Why?

“Didn’t say, volunteered.”

Her attention gets pulled and Park swims away. He can take the long way back upstairs.

He finds you silently assisting McKay of all people, wordlessly following her around, not engaging with patients like you usually do.

Something pulls him forward, he doesn’t know what calls to him from the depths but he heeds the siren call.

He steps up. Says your name softly.

“May I borrow you for a second?”

McKay smirks to herself, nodding her agreement before returning to the case at hand.

Then he turns his sights to you who…honestly he doesn’t know what you’re feeling.

You’re staring at him as if you’re looking past him, not really engaged in what’s right in front of you.

So he extends his hand.

A gesture he’s never done with you before.

You blink away the shock, mentally battling yourself before you decide to be brave and leap to your feet.

You take his outstretched hand and lead him out to the stairway for the change.

The second the door clicks behind the two of you, you’re burying yourself in his warm body.

His arms instantly wrap around you as if it’s the most instinctual thing in the world.

“What’s wrong?” He murmurs against your temple.

You shake your head as a sob rips through you.

He instantly pulls back to look at your face. Tears streak down your cheeks as if he’s opened a damn and it’s determined to flood the entire valley.

He wipes them away, his large hands cupping your face to keep you grounded.

“What. Happened.”

His tone sends a chill down your spine. There’s no arguing with him now.

“They…someone…broke into…my apartment last night.”

He goes ice cold in an instant.

“What?”

You still in his grip. You know he’s not angry at you but rather for you, but it’s still scary seeing him so upset.

“Do you have a go bag?” His tone softens again, just for you.

You nod.

“Good. You’re staying at mine tonight.”

“Brendon I can’t—”

“You can and you will. I have a guest bedroom. Private security. Underground parking.”

You open your mouth to protest again.

“Please,” he begs, he actually begs and there’s no higher power or your own damn ego left to push back anymore. “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you and I could’ve stopped it.”

You’re stunned into silence.

Simply mouth an okay before he rewards you with a dazzling smile.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

a/n: that man can order me around any day

sharkie tags: @stuffingbuttsandshit, @dear-fifi

dividers by @/enchanthings | gif cred @/snoozingsnoopy

[navybrat817]

Happy Moanday, lovelies.

Just thinking about you casually suggesting a quickie during a particularly long shift with Brendon because you could both use the stress reliever, but you don't think he'll take the suggestion seriously.

Just to find yourself behind a curtain minutes later, your back against the wall, his hand over your mouth and quietly grunting in your ear while he ruts into you and-

[happysprincess]

More Than Meets The Eye

Chapter 1: I’m Allowed

Pairing: Brendon Park x Curvy female Reader

Warning: Age Gap (I’m putting Brendon around 35 and reader is 26) slow burn (Brendon’s gonna have to work for this), swearing,

Author’s Note: I’ve been reading way too many Park the Shark stories lately. Brendon 100% likes him a girl he can pick up and not have to worry she’s gonna break. This is Brendon having to work hard to get/keep your attention. Something he’s never had to do before but you also judge before giving him a chance. *spins in chair wondering if anyone is even gonna read this* this is their first true interaction and as expected it doesn’t go well. Hope you enjoy and stick around for more.

You hated morning workouts you’d officially decided by the beginning of your second week of them. You’d grown bored with your previous job and decided trying to sell cars might be fun and earn you more money than you’d been bringing in before.

Moving from your 8-5 to a 9-8 position most days had messed with your entire routine and the main part of that was your normal gym session with a couple girlfriends at 5:30.

Evening workouts were paced with laughs, trying new things and encouraging one another. You’d even become friendly with a couple of other patrons who seemed to show up at the same time as you.

Morning workouts were just you, your AirPods and people who had apparently decided you didn’t belong there with them. It was clear in the way you could always feel eyes watching you move between cardio and weights and finishing with the treadmill.

You weren’t fat per se but you weren’t someone who was built to ever be skinny. You had a soft stomach, thick thighs and a plump ass, all of which you rocked but you also took the time to take care of yourself in the gym because you liked to eat and weren’t ashamed of it.

At least you weren’t until you started morning workouts and men who looked like they drank their energy drinks with steroids in them and women who looked like they had never ate a carb before started watching you. It also smelled way worse in the mornings, like half of them had forgotten deodorant before their workouts (or thought the natural stuff was better for their body.)

The man who watched you the most didn’t fall into any of those characterizations. He clearly had a decade or so on you in life, was thick and strong, (not ripped liked you’d expect for someone like him) and he was agile, moving with almost a predators ease. (Yes, you may have watched more than once as he lifted his shirt to wipe sweat off his face and had seen the sheer bulk of him.) His short, dark hair was always a little unkempt from sweat and you’d yet to see an expression other than intense focus on his face.

He also didn’t seem to be there to make friends. Usually ending up with a group of guys watching him lift but never talking with them, never smiling as they patted his back over the weights he lifted with ease and he never basked in the attention the girls would try to give as he passed them by.

You’d watched him pick up some of the biggest weights in the gym day in and day out but the only cardio he ever did was twenty minutes on the treadmill to end his workout and for some reason it was always on the one next to you as you were wrapping up yours.

You’d had it timed pretty well now. He’d always finish with several reps of a light weight, wipe down the equipment he’d used and then head to the treadmill that seemed to be open next to you every time he wanted one.

You prepared as soon as you saw him begin to wipe the equipment down by taking a long drink of your water bottle, pulling your tank top up slightly to wipe the sweat off your face and then slowing the speed of your treadmill down just a little so you weren’t breathing as hard as before.

You picked up these habits quickly once he started walking next to you. If your breathing wasn’t a steady, even pace he would turn and watch you as you walked and it made you even more self conscious than you already were being there alone.

That’s where you’re currently at, lowering your speed as he headed towards the treadmills. His head turned to look at you as he passed and you almost tripped, he’d never been that direct in watching you before, you felt like an animal being stalked for lunch.

He once again took the treadmill next to you but unlike other mornings he was watching you immediately, not even trying to hide his stare. It was embarrassing how fast you could feel your cheeks turning a deeper red, not from your workout.

Glancing down at your outfit of black workout pants, black and pink striped tank top and matching black Nikes you tried figuring out what made him look at you today. Your boobs weren’t bouncing an inappropriate amount and your ponytail was still swaying the normal way it always did, you’d brushed your teeth before leaving the apartment and even sprayed a little extra perfume on your wrists, nothing out of the ordinary to explain the way he watched you now.

For the first time, you turn and look back at him which surprises him by the way his eyebrow raises a small fraction of an inch. Pulling your AirPods out you take a deep breath.

“I’m allowed to be here too” the other eyebrow raises now.

“Wha” you interrupt him as you stop your treadmill.

“Just because I don’t look like all the other girls here doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be here too.”

“Well aware of that” His lips pressed into a thin line with that one.

“You don’t have to stare at me just so I stop showing up on a machine next to you for twenty minutes.”

“That’s”

“This isn’t your personal gym.”

“No, you’re” His jaw tightens as you interrupt him again.

“I’m allowed to be here too” with that you turn and walk off, your workout apparently done for the day.

You take a shaky breath as you flee, feeling his eyes still on you as you do, not knowing that they were following the slight jiggle of your ass as you moved or that Brendon Park had never been talked to, much less left speechless like that before.

“Fuck” was heard around the treadmills but you were already too far away to hear it.

[arcadiabay]

PAGET BREWSTER as EMILY PRENTISS CRIMINAL MINDS: EVOLUTION — 19x10.

[happysprincess]

More Than Meets The Eye

Chapter 1: I’m Allowed

Pairing: Brendon Park x Curvy female Reader

Warning: Age Gap (I’m putting Brendon around 35 and reader is 26) slow burn (Brendon’s gonna have to work for this), swearing,

Author’s Note: I’ve been reading way too many Park the Shark stories lately. Brendon 100% likes him a girl he can pick up and not have to worry she’s gonna break. This is Brendon having to work hard to get/keep your attention. Something he’s never had to do before but you also judge before giving him a chance. *spins in chair wondering if anyone is even gonna read this* this is their first true interaction and as expected it doesn’t go well. Hope you enjoy and stick around for more.

You hated morning workouts you’d officially decided by the beginning of your second week of them. You’d grown bored with your previous job and decided trying to sell cars might be fun and earn you more money than you’d been bringing in before.

Moving from your 8-5 to a 9-8 position most days had messed with your entire routine and the main part of that was your normal gym session with a couple girlfriends at 5:30.

Evening workouts were paced with laughs, trying new things and encouraging one another. You’d even become friendly with a couple of other patrons who seemed to show up at the same time as you.

Morning workouts were just you, your AirPods and people who had apparently decided you didn’t belong there with them. It was clear in the way you could always feel eyes watching you move between cardio and weights and finishing with the treadmill.

You weren’t fat per se but you weren’t someone who was built to ever be skinny. You had a soft stomach, thick thighs and a plump ass, all of which you rocked but you also took the time to take care of yourself in the gym because you liked to eat and weren’t ashamed of it.

At least you weren’t until you started morning workouts and men who looked like they drank their energy drinks with steroids in them and women who looked like they had never ate a carb before started watching you. It also smelled way worse in the mornings, like half of them had forgotten deodorant before their workouts (or thought the natural stuff was better for their body.)

The man who watched you the most didn’t fall into any of those characterizations. He clearly had a decade or so on you in life, was thick and strong, (not ripped liked you’d expect for someone like him) and he was agile, moving with almost a predators ease. (Yes, you may have watched more than once as he lifted his shirt to wipe sweat off his face and had seen the sheer bulk of him.) His short, dark hair was always a little unkempt from sweat and you’d yet to see an expression other than intense focus on his face.

He also didn’t seem to be there to make friends. Usually ending up with a group of guys watching him lift but never talking with them, never smiling as they patted his back over the weights he lifted with ease and he never basked in the attention the girls would try to give as he passed them by.

You’d watched him pick up some of the biggest weights in the gym day in and day out but the only cardio he ever did was twenty minutes on the treadmill to end his workout and for some reason it was always on the one next to you as you were wrapping up yours.

You’d had it timed pretty well now. He’d always finish with several reps of a light weight, wipe down the equipment he’d used and then head to the treadmill that seemed to be open next to you every time he wanted one.

You prepared as soon as you saw him begin to wipe the equipment down by taking a long drink of your water bottle, pulling your tank top up slightly to wipe the sweat off your face and then slowing the speed of your treadmill down just a little so you weren’t breathing as hard as before.

You picked up these habits quickly once he started walking next to you. If your breathing wasn’t a steady, even pace he would turn and watch you as you walked and it made you even more self conscious than you already were being there alone.

That’s where you’re currently at, lowering your speed as he headed towards the treadmills. His head turned to look at you as he passed and you almost tripped, he’d never been that direct in watching you before, you felt like an animal being stalked for lunch.

He once again took the treadmill next to you but unlike other mornings he was watching you immediately, not even trying to hide his stare. It was embarrassing how fast you could feel your cheeks turning a deeper red, not from your workout.

Glancing down at your outfit of black workout pants, black and pink striped tank top and matching black Nikes you tried figuring out what made him look at you today. Your boobs weren’t bouncing an inappropriate amount and your ponytail was still swaying the normal way it always did, you’d brushed your teeth before leaving the apartment and even sprayed a little extra perfume on your wrists, nothing out of the ordinary to explain the way he watched you now.

For the first time, you turn and look back at him which surprises him by the way his eyebrow raises a small fraction of an inch. Pulling your AirPods out you take a deep breath.

“I’m allowed to be here too” the other eyebrow raises now.

“Wha” you interrupt him as you stop your treadmill.

“Just because I don’t look like all the other girls here doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be here too.”

“Well aware of that” His lips pressed into a thin line with that one.

“You don’t have to stare at me just so I stop showing up on a machine next to you for twenty minutes.”

“That’s”

“This isn’t your personal gym.”

“No, you’re” His jaw tightens as you interrupt him again.

“I’m allowed to be here too” with that you turn and walk off, your workout apparently done for the day.

You take a shaky breath as you flee, feeling his eyes still on you as you do, not knowing that they were following the slight jiggle of your ass as you moved or that Brendon Park had never been talked to, much less left speechless like that before.

“Fuck” was heard around the treadmills but you were already too far away to hear it.

[honeypiehotchner]

behave -- Hotch x Fem!Reader (Kinktober 2025)

Okay I can finally concede and say this will be the last of my Kinktober fics 😭 (Based on this ask from the lovely @ssamorganhotchner <33)

Summary: Hotch is stressed so you decide to blow him mid-conference call. That's it, that's the fic.

Warnings: 18+ only mdni!!!, office sex even tho like everyone is gone but still, cockwarming, blowjob, like it's just a bj fic guys, bratty!reader yes god, hotch is a lil mean, i blacked out and wrote this in one sitting idk

WC: 2.5k

You love your husband and all his quirks. You swear you do. 

But sometimes his quirks get on your nerves. Like this one, your least favorite one, where he’s stressed about something work-related and refuses to talk about it even a little bit because he doesn’t want to bore or bother you with work talk -- his words, not yours. 

The thing is that it wouldn’t, because it never has bothered you, and you’re getting tired of seeing him leave every morning with tense shoulders that you were just getting him to relax. 

So, you decide, you’re taking matters into your own hands today. Literally.

You’re off from work today -- of course he has gone into the office even though he told you he gave literally everyone else the option to work from home -- so you wait until noon before you drive over.

You’ve visited before, so the security knows you, and just gives you a smile along with your visitor badge. Doesn’t even call Hotch’s office first. Because they assume by now that if you’re here, he knows you’re coming.

Except today, he absolutely does not.

When you walk into the BAU, you meet Rossi on his way out. All of the team’s desks are empty.

Dave raises his eyebrows. “Visiting for lunch?”

You just give him a tired smile. “Yes. And going to try to wrangle him home.”

“Good luck with that,” Dave chuckles, dropping a kiss on your cheek. “I tried.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the work wife,” you tease. “I’m the actual wife.”

Dave just laughs as he leaves, shaking his head. 

Unfortunately, talking with him has blown your cover, because just as you turn to head further into the bullpen, you spot your husband standing outside his office, hands perched on the railing. And he’s scowling.

You just smile at him as you ascend the small staircase, his head swiveling to watch you. “Hi honey,” you murmur, sweet as ever, raising onto your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his mouth.

He turns and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss on the lips. “Hi sweetheart,” he says, giving you one last peck before pulling back. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought we could have lunch together,” you say, letting your hands smooth over his (still tense) shoulders.

“You know I need you to call before you come visit.”

He has told you this, and not in a malicious way, just in that he works for the FBI and needs you to let him know if you want to come see him, for security reasons.

“Surprise?” you try, squeezing his biceps. “Oh, come on, security here likes me! And I got a visitor badge!” you look down and gesture at it, as if he hasn’t seen it -- and he definitely has, because you have it pinned to your chest. “I’m not breaking any rules.”

He just hums low in his throat, giving you another kiss. “Yet.”

You can’t help the smirk that you let slip, which only earns you a warning look. Because he knows that smirk, and you know that smirk, which is why you did it.

“I have a meeting first,” he says, leading you back into his office. “Just a conference call, shouldn’t be more than thirty minutes, okay?”

You nod as he shuts the door. You take a seat on the couch since he’s already onto your antics. He rounds his desk and checks his watch.

“What do you want for lunch?” he asks. “I can order us something while I’m on the call.”

“I’ll have to think,” you say innocently. “Just do your call, I can figure it out.”

He gives you that same warning look as before, just as his phone on his desk rings loudly. He fixes you with one last look that practically screams behave before answering.

You busy yourself on your phone for a while, deciding to play the long game, especially since you can tell he knows something is up. It’s hard to get up to anything when your husband has this sixth sense about you.

Fifteen minutes pass slowly and you think, this is fine, just fifteen minutes more, and then you can convince him to come home so you can climb him like a tree. 

Except the next fifteen minutes come and go much quicker, and their conversation doesn’t seem to be dwindling at all. Aaron has been scribbling notes here and there, occasionally speaking, but not more than a few sentences at a time.

Surely he can’t be needed for this meeting if all he’s doing is saying a few words and jotting a few notes down. And the frequent exhales he lets out and the way he keeps rubbing his forehead are just making you frown at him, even though he hasn’t looked up at you.

Once the forty-five minute mark hits, you think, that’s enough.

You stand up and he automatically mutes himself, looking up at you. “I’m sorry it’s taking so long,” he says quietly, despite being on mute. “Do you want to--”

You walk right up to him and sink down to your knees.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you snort, fingers already working at his belt. “Go back to your meeting.”

One of his hands covers both of yours easily, halting your movements. “Excuse me?”

You look up at him, trying not to think about how big his hands are. “You’re stressed.”

“So the solution is to blow me while I’m in a meeting?”

“It’s just a phone call!” you protest. “And you aren’t even speaking!”

His hand squeezes yours in warning.

You pout. “I wanted to help you.”

His face and his grip softens a little. “I know I’m--” He hears something on the call that he doesn’t agree with, though, because then he’s looking back at his phone and un-muting himself to say his few sentences. 

You huff and shove his hand away from yours, going back to working on undoing his belt. You’ve just gotten it undone and started to work on his zipper when you hear him mute his phone again, and then a hand drops to the back of your neck, craning your head up to meet his stern gaze.

“Do not blow me,” he says firmly.

“Can I at least put it in my mouth?” you whine. “I’m bored.”

“You’re the one who came here without telling me,” he says. “Or I could’ve told you I had a meeting and you could’ve avoided the boredom.”

“I know, but--” Your mouth snaps closed when his grip tightens just a little on the back of your neck.

“You can warm me,” he finally concedes. “But if you move, I will make you sit on the couch and I will not touch you today.”

“Today?” you say incredulously. He just nods to confirm it, and then pushes your head toward him.

The temptation to be on your worst behavior is greater than ever, but you want him to touch you later when the two of you are tucked in your bed at home. He can’t not touch you. He wouldn’t.

But still you don’t want to risk it. Right now.

So, you undo his slacks and take him out of his boxers, licking your lips when you see he’s already hard. 

And yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have taken him into your mouth right as he un-muted himself again to say something, but you couldn’t resist. He covers his hitched breath by clearing his throat, and you have to fight back a smile as you settle your mouth on him.

He’s not fully in your mouth, not even close, though he is already hitting the back of your throat, but since you aren’t meant to actually blow him, you stop there. You breathe through your nose, eyelids fluttering as you try not to swirl your tongue. 

You almost think he’s going to scold you for your timing, but he doesn’t. He mutes himself once more and looks down at you, a tiny smile on his lips as he rests a hand on your head.

“Better?” he asks softly, thumb brushing over your cheek.

You nod just a little, conscious of the way it’ll jostle his head in the back of your throat. Aaron thumbs a bit of drool from the corner of your mouth, raising the digit to his lips to suck it off, and you have to stifle a groan.

“Hopefully not much longer,” he says, but then immediately has to say something else on the call. It’s an apparent shitty decision given the way Aaron gets so heated over it.

‘Not much longer’ my ass, you think, deciding to accept your fate and lean your head against his stomach. Might as well relax.

You have no idea how much time passes. All you know is that you can feel him twitching in your mouth after a while, and you’re getting impatient. 

To make matters worse, he’s started speaking more, because apparently they didn’t run something by him and they should’ve. It’s hot hearing him talk like this, with this much authority in his voice, but it is the last thing you need to be hearing when you’re supposed to be good.

You try a tiny, experimental swirl of your tongue. Nothing really, and for all he knows, you’re just adjusting. It has been a while, after all.

And then you try another. His words don’t falter. His breath doesn’t hitch.

So you try once more, swiping your tongue on the underside of his cock, humming just a little. Nothing.

You get too comfortable and decide you can get away with more, so you sit up a little and hollow your cheeks. You push your head down just a bit, letting his head slip past the back of your throat.

That gets a reaction in the form of a hand gripping the back of your neck again. But his words don’t falter. Somehow, they get stronger, and that is really not what you should be hearing right now. It just makes your thighs clench and your core pulse, and you’re trying to behave here, but--

“What are you doing?” he says, scaring the shit out of you, because you hadn’t realized he’d muted himself again.

You whine a little and settle back down, exhaling through your nose as you back off.

“Not much longer,” he says, thumb stroking the side of your neck. “You can be good.”

You can. You know you can.

But you also desperately want to feel him deeper in your throat, and that side of your brain is quickly winning this losing battle.

He goes quiet again, the other matter having been settled, so now he’s back to jotting notes and occasionally offering insight. He’s muted more than he isn’t, and you start to get brave again. 

In your defense, he’s so big that it’s hard not to readjust when he’s constantly prodding the back of your throat. And when your jaw is starting to ache.

You shift around too much, though, and he catches on.

“Do you need a break?”

You make a muffled nuh-uh noise.

“Then stop moving,” he says. “You’ve been a good girl so far. Don’t start being bad now.”

Oh, but you want to. You want to so badly, and this thirty-minute call has definitely turned into an hour and a half by now, and you’re impatient.

So when he doesn’t speak for who knows how long, you decide you’ve had enough.

You swirl your tongue in the way you know he loves, and this time when his hand grips the back of your neck, you don’t care.

You take him further into your throat, pushing past your gag reflex, before beginning to bob your head. He hisses above you, but his hips buck into your mouth, and his hands grip your head, but not to push you off, instead to guide you.

“Just couldn’t wait until I finished this call,” he mutters, voice strained. “What if I wasn’t muted right now?”

The thought only makes the heat between your legs grow hotter and your shifting body gives you away.

“Oh, you’d like that?” he groans, holding your head down for a moment before letting up, but not letting your mouth leave him. “You don’t even realize the call is done, do you?”

You make a confused noise and that just spurs him on further.

“Had no idea,” he says, and at this point, you think he’s just talking to himself, but that doesn’t mean you don’t find it hot. “Had no idea because you were too busy focusing on getting your way, weren’t you? Coming here without telling me just because you wanted to do this.”

Sometimes he is so composed that you used to never know when he’s about to cum, but you’ve learned that quirk of his too, the way his fingers tighten on the base of your skull. 

You’re a mess of drool while he uses your mouth, so happy about it all too, that you think he won’t notice your hand slipping between your legs.

But he does. And he uses just one hand to grab your wrists, keeping them away from where you need the friction the most.

“Absolutely not,” he mutters. “You don’t get to touch yourself too, greedy girl.”

You whine again, only this time it makes his head tip back as he pushes you down, his cock twitching deep in your throat. He finally breaks, releasing into your throat in hot spurts, so far down that you don’t even taste them until he backs off, coating your tongue, before he pulls you back further, just so the last bit can shoot onto your face.

You smile happily, feeling it hit your lips and then your chin. You lick your lips, looking up to see Aaron’s eyes closed and chest rising and falling rapidly.

You rest your hand on his thigh, squeezing gently. “Better?” you tease.

He opens his eyes, lust burning in them like wildfire. 

He says nothing, but he swipes the cum off your chin, moving his fingers to your lips so you can clean it all off. He pulls you up into his lap, devouring your lips, never caring that he can taste himself too. 

“I’ll give you a ten-minute head start,” he says against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip.

“For what?” you squeak out.

“Before I’m home to have my way with you,” he replies simply, hands squeezing your waist. “If you’re not on our bed and naked the second I walk in, there will be consequences.”

So, naturally, you’re fully clothed and sitting on the couch when he gets home. For science.

[baucumdumpster]

For fucks sake can someone upload a hotch fic why can't I find any

[buffalokill]

hey, i don't know if you do request, but what about brendon Park x wife!medical malpractice attorney? and they have a kid together who needs urgent medical attention for a sprained ankle, aaaand she is just as intimidating as park. u can feel the pressure and tension in that room for both having the shark and a well recognized medical malpractice attorney

okay I did peds reader bc they’re almost the same??? lol brendon park x peds wife!reader

SHALLOW WATERS

"what've we got?" robby asked as the paramedics wheeled in.

"11 year old male, bp 119/73, HR 111, RR 20. apparently he took a fall; reporting pain to the left ankle." the EMT leaned in closer. talking in his ear. "neighbors called it in."

the attendings eyebrows drew in. “parents?" the medic tipped his head toward the kid discreetly. "he said his parents were at work— didn't say where. but he was adamant about coming here.”

robby glanced at the boy then back to the EMT. almost as if needing clarification. “we were closer to Presby.”

it wasn’t new to have patients rerouted. but it wasn’t something they’d ask for. especially by someone this kid's age. if his condition was worse, they would’ve taken him to Presby. no hesitation. 

“his name?”

“Henry— didn’t get the last. we were trying to get his heart rate down, his adrenaline was high.“ the medic explained. “besides his request to come here, he didn’t talk much after that. I assumed he was still in shock from the pain.”

“and the neighbors didn’t say anything else? where his parents are or where they work?” robby needed something. the medic shook his head. “not to me.” his head turning over to his partner. “Pzsonyi— did the couple tell you anything about the parents?”

“said they were doctors.”

and he was adamant about coming here.

“that should narrow it down. not like we have a hospital full of those—” robby said sarcastically. “we got it from here.”

robby turned and walked towards where the nurses were. the blonde already fixed on him as he approached.

“you good?” dana asked as she watched over the rim of her glasses.

Robby’s hands went behind his neck as he blew out a breath. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

he then looked over his shoulder where the boy was across the floor of the department. “the 11 year old patient that just came in” his head gestured back. Dana’s eyes following. “would you be able to work your magic and get his emergency contacts? came in without anyone. according to the EMT, his parents work here.”

the charge nurse's eyes pinched a bit. 

"they work here?" 

Robby shrugged. “I’m not for sure,” Dana gave him a look, rolling her eyes.

“one of the medics said his parents were doctors and the other told me the boy was insistent on coming here. It’s a long shot but I could only assume.” robby scratched his beard. Dana gave him a nod. “I’ll see what I can do.”

His hands clapped together, grasping one another as he gave her a tight lipped smile. A silent thank you before he turned to leave. heading over to where Henry was.

Jesse was with him. A smile on the boy's face despite his damp cheeks. 

“Henry, right?” robby started as he grabbed some gloves. blue eyes stared back at him, then a nod. a quiet ‘yes sir’ given.

it was a small movement. the corner of Robby’s mouth lifted up. 

Respectful.

his attention turned to Jesse. “500 mg of acetaminophen, 350mg of ibuprofen. and let’s get him in for xrays.” Jesse nodded as he gets the meds ready.

“We’re gonna get a hold of your mom and dad, Henry– let them know you’re here.” robby circled back to the patient. The attending watching. The boy’s lips parting before licking the bottom. almost as if it was on the tip of his tongue and he decided against it. “Okay.” 

“I hear they’re doctors here, any chance I might–”

“Robinavitch.” Dana peeked in. Robby glanced up. The charge nurse's head tipped the other way. “a word.”

Robby gave Henry’s shoulder squeeze. “I’ll be right back, in the mean time, Jesse here,” hand motioning to the tall male nurse, “aaaand” Robby’s head swiveled. eyes catching two of his students.

Student and first year resident.

“Whitaker. Ogilvie.” 

the two turned when they heard their names. Robby signaling them over.

“Dr. Whitaker and Dr. Ogilvie,”

“Student Doctor.” James interrupted with a finger up. Robby paused and nodded. “Right– are going to assist.” 

“Dr. Robby, we don’t–” whitaker’s words fell short as the older man delivered a shoulder pat. “You got this.” gloves snapped off as he sailed out. The blonde was standing in the hall with pressed lips, tablet held to her chest, and an amused glint in her eyes.

“Did you work your magic?” 

A smile stretched across Dana’s face. “I feel like you’re gonna regret asking me.” she laughed. “I did— and you’re never gonna guess who mom and dad are.” 

Robby eyed her. “Who?”

Dana flickered her sight a few feet away to where the boys were. her finger pointing to the younger one who sat on the hospital bed.

“you’ve got a baby shark in there.”

Robby blinked. then let out a laugh.

not a nervous one and not an amused one. It was one someone gave when they were just given information they couldn't fathom. Or really, didn’t like. Almost like not wanting to hear what they were just told even if they asked for it and now they were suffering the consequences.

that kind of laugh. 

“of course they are.” hands rubbing his eyes as he fell back onto the heels of his feet. “Are we sure?” he squinted as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Dana grinned. “Oh, I’m sure.” 

“Did you already let them know?” robby asked.

“And what? risk the chance of there being blood in the water because I waited to tell them that their son was down here. What are you fucking kidding me? Of course I told them.” the charge nurse gave him a wide look as if not believing he really just asked a stupid question. 

He was a man afterall. 

Robby blew out a breath. “Fuck– okay. When are they–” his question answered when you guys approach. 

“Park.”

It was rare to see you both down here at the same time. Not that it never happened, it was just unexpected. The interns said it felt wrong. like seeing a shark itself in the shallow waters.

You hadn’t even acknowledged robby; passing right by. Brendon barely sparing a nod. 

“Better not have anyone incompetent with my son.” 

Henry looked up when he heard his dad. A wide smile stretching when he saw his mom. 

Your persona was washed off. Not at all caring that you were completely exposed. Out in the open. Your hand caressing his cheek, his smaller one on top. 

“Are you okay?” a quiet ask. eyes watching him as he nods. “I’m okay.” 

A satisfied smile before you press a kiss to his forehead. Squeezing his cheeks in your grasp.

Whitaker and Ogilvie just stared. One not wanting to interrupt and probably too scared to do so, while the other stood with wide eyes. His mouth parted like a fish out of water.

Brendon pressed another kiss to the other side of his head. before his eyes lift to his boy's foot. an ice pack resting on his ankle.

“is he on meds?” Brendon asked as he leaned up. his hand brushing against his son’s hair before pulling gloves out of his scrub pocket. snapping them on.

“500 mg of acetaminophen– 350mg of ibuprofen.” Robby clarified. arms crossed as he nodded.

“iced the area to—” “I’m not blind.”

Whitaker closed his mouth.

“dad.” brendons eyes caught his sons. the boy giving him an unimpressed look that you knew he inherited from the man in front of him. “don’t interrupt.”

your suppress a smile. his words sounded familiar.

brendon cleared his throat. “finish.” gaze on the r1 for a split second before he diverts it.

Whitaker looks to robby, then looks to you then the young boy. he knows now how Ogilvie felt. only this time it was a little more reassuring knowing the kid had his back. he didn’t know if that made him feel better or worse.

“We uh— just iced to reduce the swelling, elevation above heart level. bp now, 105/61, HR 89, 99 on room….” his eyes finding Henry’s. the youngest park giving him a thumbs up.

“xray?” you asked from the side. "dr. robby already had them in order.” whitaker verbalised.

“we’re still waiting to get him in.” the attending intervened quietly. you slowly peeled yourself away from your son. "I'll be back— make sure dad doesn't kill anyone." you joke drily as you leave.

it earns a giggle from the kid.

Ogilvie, who had been surprisingly quiet, turns to where you just left. eyes wide as his head spins. “was she being serious—”

"It was just one time." Henry shrugs.

"One?” Whitaker and Ogilvie echo. Robby’s lips pursing as he watches in amusement. head shaking at how easy it was to reel them in.

the kids lip lifts up at the corner.

“I’m kidding— it was my mom.”

Brendon laughs loudly.

robby was pretty sure baby shark broke his dad.