Wheels up!

Stiles comes to bother Derek as he’s chopping, paint smeared on his arm and shirt when Ryan the cameraman pans to Derek in his crop top, skin wet with sweat as he brings the axe down over the unassuming log. It’s all for the audience, Derek knows, Stiles’ lips a satisfied smirk as his eyes wash shamelessly over Derek’s body before glancing at the camera suggestively.

dying on the pass, chapter 8 'paradise' by @seaweed-water

Bonus:

Poor crew - these two are so gone on each other ❤️

Happy (very belated) birthday, Dylan! o/ I was so excited when you told me you would like for me to draw this scene ♡ It's been so much fun to put together the details for this, to try and capture a 'still from a video' kind of visual - and an honor to be entrusted with a story I know you spent a long time with and hold very dear 🥰

How fitting I managed to finish it on a sunday considering the inclusion of derek's pink underwear in this scene (:<

if you’re falling in love (let me feel it)

Chapter: 1/4

Wc: 10.7k

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: implied/referenced past sexual assault, canon typical violence

Summary:

Aaron’s starting to get a little frustrated, for lack of a better word.

He and Spencer have been dating for going on three weeks now, and it’s not getting any easier.

He thought that the lump in his throat would fade away once he settled into Spencer’s gentle hands and plush lips, thought that every trace of guilt and anxiety that he’s doing something wrong would slip off his shoulders, replaced by long elegant fingers massaging out the knots in his muscles.

He thought he’d get better, and yet here he is three weeks in, sitting on the couch with shaking hands as he counts out his breaths all because he dared to kiss his boyfriend. It’s humiliating.

There are too many things working against him at once.

AKA dating Spencer is more than Aaron could have ever hoped for; he just wishes he could do something about it

—¿Reid? ¿Estás escuchándome?

¿Solo escuchándolo? Reid estaba jodidamente viviéndolo.

Viviendo a Aaron Hotchner; tomando cada bocanada de aire en un compás que perseguía la respiración del mayor, absorbiendo con sus ojos hambrientos cada pequeño detalle de su piel, embriagando sus sentidos en el aroma de la colonia tan familiar que hacía doler su corazón de anhelo y angustia, de reverencia y deseo.

Como si después de oír su voz por primera vez, Reid hubiera sido capaz de ignorarla en alguna ocasión...

Good morning Hotchreid nation