#Professor Aaron Callahan x Reader

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Some Dark!Musical Villain x Reader AU Ideas I'm Fiddling With:

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ for: DARK THEMES. Age difference galore, fucking your teacher for good grades, sexual assault, innapropriate propositioning, grooming, posessive behaviour, more grooming, adoptive guardian having innapropriate feelings for ward, etc. Quite possibly some murder, too.

Professor Callahan x Reader- (Moulin Rouge AU (Duke Monroth and Satine AU)) You're only getting through law school because you're fucking your teacher, practically selling yourself for a certification- so when a guy your age who's sweet and kind and interested in you comes along, you're forced to break his heart. For a posessive Professor Callahan, and your grades.

Judge Turpin x Reader- (Legally Blonde AU (Prof Callahan and Elle Woods AU)) You're an assistant working under Turpin, the first female to work in such a position in town and you are so proud of yourself and believe Turpin to be an honourable gentleman who believes in you, too!- until he gets you alone one night and all that comes crashing down around you with an expected kiss.

Duke Monroth x Reader- (Phantom of the Opera AU (Erik and Christine Dae AU)) The Duke has slowly imposed himself upon you since you were 18, becoming your tutor in many things in high society. You think he's kind, helping you like this, and so it doesn't occur to you at all that he may intend to shape you into a perfect wife for him. So, when you meet a gentleman at a ball who sweeps you off your feet and you fall in love, you're s h o c k e d at the Duke's furious responce.

The Phantom x Reader- (Sweeney Todd AU(Judge Turpin and Johanna Todd AU)) How you ended up the Phantom's young ward, not even you knew. You didnt remember that far back. But he raised you and so you grew up quite sheltered- but t a l e n t e d. When you eventually come out to society, a mysterious figure in the paris opera, you're the object of many crushes and desires. It's not until one particular boy catches your attention, though, that Erik shows his distaste in the matter of other men being in your life. 

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Merry Christmas in Australia!!!!

I have something to offer you on this holly holiday. F/O Christmas imagines!

Imagine celebrating Christmas with Callahan. He's pretty loaded, so you're definitely getting high end gifts. Buuuuuttt that's not all! You know those Christmasy fun things you see on YouTube or TikTok that you want to do, but you know it's out of your pay grade? Like a hot chocolate bar, or more fancy baked desserts that require specific ingredients? Well, sure Callahan is a jerk... But, for you, I'm certain he'll accommodate whatever you want to try... As long as you return the favor with whatever he wants to do with you 😏

Imagine trying to pull Cruella away from work. Before you, she probably worked through Christmas if she wasn't invited to any masquerades or parties. This year, nothing of the sort happened, so your mean wife is trying to get a head start on her spring fashion line. But you know that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to have a nice, at-home Christmas with your high class Cruella. Cruella may not be so easily swayed by your femine wiles like Callahan, though you are the only one on the planet who has a smidgen of a chance at getting Cruella out of her office and in her furs with a mug of cocoa. Do you succeed?

Imagine a cozy little Christmas with Jim!! He is a tad upset he didn't get a good poaching job before; he really wanted to treat you this year his inner sugar daddy shines through on your birthday and Christmas I bet. But you know how to take his mind off of it ^^ you tell him you don't need some fancy present or anything like that. All you need is your favorite outdoors man, some Christmas movies and snacks, and a blanket big enough for you two to share- or better yet, one of his flannels 😏

Imagine that since Otis celebrates Christmas early for you, you don't have to worry about fitting him in your Christmas Visits schedule so much. You can see him first! I.... Can't guarantee that the way the Fireflies celebrate Christmas is very family friendly. But I can say that Otis is definitely gonna try to be gross about the mistletoe tradition with you. Also, you can get away with putting a Santa hat on him this year. He'll be a grump about it, act like he doesn't want it, but note how he doesn't take it off (if it were Baby, he would have. But it came from you ^^)

I hope these put a smile on your face! Even if they are a little OOC I bet 😅 Merry Christmas!

Merry (belated) Christmas Eve In America!!!

SARAH!!

I completely wasn't expecting this- thank you so so much!! As you know I accidentally woke up way too early but it was completely completely worth it to read this and thank you before all the Christmas craziness began!!

Ahhh! These are so perfect, my heart is feeling all squirmy!! XDD They fueled me all day XD No really, whenever I got tired 💤💤💤 I started thinking about them and felt better XD

And- of course- I couldn't help it and had to write lil x reader excerpts for each of these ideas below the cut XDD I wanted to write them all, but the Christmas vibes are slipping away from me- so I just did Callahan and Otis! (Truly couldn't resist XD) XD I LOVED THEM ALL, THOUGH, I ASSURE YOU! XD

(Professor) Callahan x reader:

You weren't sure about staying over Christmas eve and spending Christmas morning with Aaron- it seemed pretty close. Intimate. Sentimental, for him. Sure, you were becoming closer but he didn't seem the type to do Christmas.

Definitely a Scrooge type, you thought.

But you're surprised to see him put in some effort this morning! Sure, he's just sitting there at the kitchen table with bedhead in his pyjamas (An oddly casual navy blue t-shirt and sweatpants combo that always makes you feel a little hot. Or a lot depending on how close he stood to you) drinking a black coffee while you open up expensive presents he shouldn't have got you and peer excitedly into a box of beautiful Christmas breakfast pastries he ordered this morning for you both, but its nice. Its... conventional, except for the fanciness of his townhouse and the gifts he got you. Its just the two of you, not flirting not fucking not arguing, just spending an almost domestic Moment together. It would almost be traditional, if it weren't for the nature of your relationship hanging over your heads- though you don't really mind that. Its cosy!

Finally after thanking him profusely for the gifts, and telling him he really didn't need to get you that much!!, you go get him his present; setting it in front of him with a childish Christmas eagerness. "This one's for you! Go ahead, open it."

"I can see you wrapped it yourself," He teases, picking it up with one hand and silently laughing at the crazy bad wrapping. Sighing and rolling your eyes with a grin, you shake your head at him and urge him to go on then- go on- stop harassing me about my sad gift wrapping skills and open it!

While he opens it, telling you he was looking for one of these when he realises what it is, you go and pick out a pastry for yourself and a Christmas tree donut for him, and sit down in the chair beside him; angling your knees towards him and resting your own feet on top of his under the table. He picks up the donut and gives it a good assessment, smirking in amusement at the silly food.

Meanwhile you wait a moment, thinking about it (About how unexpectedly good this morning has been with him so far. How warm you feel inside spending it with him. You really never expected it to be good like this, you expected him to ignore the holiday, but he did all this for you... ), before leaning over and gifting him a sweet kiss on the cheek. You couldn't help it. "Thank you, Cal, Merry Christmas."

"As much as I like my gift Y/N, you can pay me back in bed later." He tells you offhandedly, not even looking up from his curious silly breakfast. You almost laugh.

"Of course." You grin instead, shaking your head.

Otis B Driftwood x reader:

After the kiss under the mistletoe that leaves your lips bruised, your mouth tasting of all the shit that Otis puts in his (An amalgamation of bad alcohol, smokes, some cum, some blood, and bad - sometimes off, - food tasting something like rot and battery acid), and your ass in need of an ice pack from the way he squeezed it, he tries to just give you a dirty filthy smirk and leave you there- but you dig your fingers into the front of his tight shiur before he can and draw him back to you. "Not so fast."

"Wh- "

"Hold on." Giving him a mischievous look, you reach with one hand into your deep coat pockets (Your other hand still holding him there) and pull out something red and white, and fluffy. Immediately a groan rolls out of your feral boyfriend, his head actually falling back a moment. Your eyes widen at him with that cheeky smile, and you nod. "Uhuh, yes."

"Fuck. no."

"Fuck yes." You don't wait for him to agree, you know he never will; you just reach up onto your tip toes against him and pull the santa hat on over his hair. When you settle back down onto the heels of your feet and take in the full picture, his cranky unamused, bearded frown and stormy blue eyes and that innocent-looking santas hat on his head!!, you cant help but laugh. "You look so good!!"

"Aghh,"

"Really!" You laugh, covering your mouth. "I think I'm hot."

"Right." He rolls his eyes, setting his strong scarred hands on his hips- but not taking it off. That really just shows how good a mood he's in; allowing you your little joke. There's even a ghost of a smirk on his mouth. "Sure. I believe that crap."

Spurred on by his almost pleasant demeanour, you give him mommy finger and add; "You gotta keep it on the rest of the night.", a teasing grin on your lips to match his.

Giving a sigh and a shake of his head, Otis just shrugs at you, like- fucking fine! whatever~, walking off towards the drinks table. You watch him go, tucking your thumbs into your back pockets, the softest look on your face. If he was always like this... well, its not a thought even worth thinking about. But- its nice, when he is.

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CHARCTER MASTERPOST

enjoy :) hope you like this free food

i will link each character’s masterlist in this post

MOVIE MASTERLIST

STAR WARS UNIVERSE

han solo

princess leia

luke skywalker

padme amidala

anakin skywalker

obi wan kenobi

kylo ren

general hux

poe dameron

rose tico

finn

boba fett 

fennec shand

din djarin

paz vizsla

cobb vanth

HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

ginny weasley

george weasley

fred weasley

charlie weasley

bill weasley

neville longbottom

oliver wood

seamus finnegan

dean thomas

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

cho chang

fleur delacour

pansy parkinson

viktor krum

voldemort/tom riddle

bellatrix lestrange

fenrir greyback

lucius malfoy

narcissa malfoy

igor karkaroff

barty crouch sr

barty crouch jr

professor severus snape

alastor moody

sirius black

remus lupin

nymphador tonks

newt scamander

theseus scamander

MARVEL & X-MEN

black widow / natasha romanov

yelena belova

hulk / bruce banner

antman / scott lang

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

hawkeye / clint barton

hawkeye / kate bishop

echo / maya lopez

kazi

nebula

daredevil / matt murdock

mobius m. mobius

deadpool / wade wilson

negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister

cable / nathan summers

domino / neena thurman

storm / ororo munroe

mystique / raven darkholm

wolverine / james howlett / logan

rogue / anna marie

phoenix / jean grey

cyclops / scott summers

havok / alex summers

jubilee / jubilation lee

banshee / sean cassidy

quicksilver / pietro maximoff

angel / warren worthington

x-23 / laura kinney

magik / illyana rasputina

wolfsbane / rahne sinclair

mirage / dani moonstar

nightcrawler / kurt wagner

magneto / erik lensher

please let me know which version of the x-men characters you would like me to write for when requesting

BIRDS OF PREY

harley quinn

huntress

black canary

renee montoya

victor zsasz

THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)

harley quinn

rick flag

captain boomerang

polka-dot man

ratcatcher 2

bloodsport

peacemaker

LORD OF THE RINGS

merry brandybuck

pippin took

aragorn

legolas

gimli

arwen

boromir

faramir

elrond

eomer

eowyn

haldir

THE HOBBIT

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

dwalin

THE LOST BOYS

david

marko

paul

dwayne

star

michael emerson

STAND BY ME

ace merill

denny lachance

eyeball chambers

billy tessio

TWILIGHT

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

rosalie hale

emmett cullen

edward cullen

bella swan

charlie swan

billy black

jacob black

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

paul lahote

sam uley

TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST

THE MAGICIANS

eliot waugh

quentin coldwater

julia wicker

alice quinn

margo hansen

penny adiyodi

kady orloff-diaz

mariana andrieski

henry fogg

fen

PENNY DREADFUL

vanessa ives

ethan chandler

dorian gray

brona croft

victor frankenstein

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

vanya hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

luther hargreeves

allison hargreeves

diego hargreeves

ben hargreeves

lila pitts

CHARMED (1998)

piper halliwell

pheobe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige halliwell

leo wyatt

cole turner

CHARMED (2018)

macy vaughn

mel vera

maggie vera

harry greenwood

abigael cain

niko hamada

PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby

john shelby

arthur shelby

ada shelby

finn shelby

polly gray

alfie solomons

luca changretta

aberama gold

bonnie gold

johnny dogs

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper

joyce byers

dr alexei

robin buckley

steve harrington

billy hargrove

max mayfield

NETFLIX’S DRACULA

dracula

SHAMELESS (US)

fiona gallagher

ian gallagher 

carl gallagher

debbie gallagher

lip gallagher

mickey milkovich 

kevin ball

veronica fisher

male!reader platonic &/or smut & fem!platonic!reader only for ian & mickey

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

penelope garcia

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

elle greenway

kate callahan

CARNIVAL ROW

rhycroft philostrate

vignette stonemass

tourmaline

GRIMM

nick burkhardt

hank griffin

captain sean renard

seargent wu

monroe

rosalee calvert

adalind schade

trubel

N0S4A2

vic mcqueen

maggie leigh

tabitha hutter

DOCTOR WHO & TORCHWOOD

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor

13th doctor

simm!master

missy / gomez!master

dhawan!master

rose tyler

yazmin khan

river song

bill potts

nardole

captain jack harkness

toshiko sato

owen harper

MISCELLANIOUS

PEDRO PASCAL

the mandalorian / din djarin

javier pena

maxwell lord

whiskey / jack daniels

dave york

fransisco ‘catfish’ morales

marcus moreno

OSCAR ISAAC

poe dameron

nathan (ex machina)

apocalypse / en sabah nur

kane (annihilation)

gomez addams ; platonic!reader or familial!reader only

JOEL KINNAMAN

rick flag

takeshi kovacs

pete koslow

erik heller

stephen holder

ed baldwin

ANDREW GARFIELD

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

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Professor Callahan x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: Cal reads you Shakespeare after a long week.

Warnings: Some deep kiss work, I guess XD

He was reading to you; some old Shakespeare from a book with yellow pages he loaned from one of those amazing and dusty Harvard libraries. Because you asked him to. Because you had a long week and you said, off-handedly, how much you would like it to be read to in that sexy voice of his.

The thought that he went out of his way at work, between classes or before or after, to find a book to read to you because you were tired and down was so totally wonderful to you that you dont even care that of all of Shakespeare's tales he chose Macbeth.

For a while you listened with your eyes closed and your head in his lap, a cushion hugged to your chest. He's adorable, in a t-shirt and sweatpants and messy hair at the end of the day though, drinking his metabolism tea, so eventually you open your eyes and sit up; wrapping one arm around his neck and nosing up his jaw. "You're perfect as a witch." You whisper, giving a little soft smile as you settle down on your calves. The magical healing powers of Friday night and being alone with Aaron, nasty wicked smart Aaron, already starting to work.

"Not Macbeth?"

Scrunching up your nose, you shake your head. Then, thinking, you draw your face into a salacious smirk, knowing your Aaron. "Maybe Claudius." When he looks at you with amused surprise, that smirk grows dark; with an eyeroll. "Yeah, I know some Shakespeare. Surprised?"

"Uhuh." He agrees, bluntly, a roguish grin on his face as he goes back to the words in the book. Obviously trying to get a rise out of you. With a huff, you drop your chin on his shoulder and just listen.

One moment, minutes and minutes filled with the sounds of just his voice and the crisp old pages flipping over later, he was just reading. In the next, his warmed-up lips were on yours and he was slowly sucking your tongue.

Something about the words he had been reading to you, the quietness of Aaron's bedroom and the kiss caused the feeling of buzzing electricity to slip back into your veins after the long, heavy week. Leisurely, you kiss back; so your lips are sealed with eachother and you share breath.

After a few good moments, you pull back; your eyes flickering slowly from his lips to his eyes. "One more... chapter."

"Hm... Whatever you want."

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Prof. Aaron Callahan x Reader || Drabble

Plot: How do you react when it seems your rich, smug, cold, older fuck buddy appears to be developing feelings, for you?

Warnings: Sexual references+age difference.

The cold sounds of a suircase clipping closed and a purposeful intake of breath behind you alerts you of the fact that he's out of the shower. And that he's probably judging you.

The suitcase lands carefully on the marble bench next to your plate and Callahan appears beside you, a frown on his mouth and one judgemental eyebrow raised behind his glasses. He sizes up your toast slathered in peanut butter, and sighs. "Yah, that's too much peanutbutter."

"Oy," You point the knife at him, a glob of peanutbutter still clinging to the metal. "You're not eating it- you don't get a say in it." Lowering the knife, you wipe the glob onto your toast then lick the knife while he watches with a baited interest. "So get stuffed."

"Mmm... " For gods sake that fucking growl- you want to hate him but that sound makes you weak at the knees. Turning your head, irritated, you see him grinning smugly as he straightens his cufflinks. "I thought that's what you did- last night. With my co- "

-Immediately you threaten him with the butter knife again; pointing it towards his neck. "No. Don't even. It is too early."

He shrugs, that irritating grin pinned still to his narcissistic, egomaniacal face, and it's almost worse then if he'd continued to speak. Sighing, you look away and put down your knife, picking up a piece of your toast and taking a bite as you lean back on the obscenely expensive kitchen bench. "So- my classes finish up around 6 today but then I have a shift at the restaurant. I'll just go back to my dorm, I think,.. See you tomorrow?"

Rolling his eyes behind the thick-framed glasses that somehow look less nerdy on him and more... asshole-ish, Callahan sighs; rolling his shoulders in that tailored suit, too. "I don't know why you stay in that dungeon. You could just live here."

Ayayayay. "Why would I do that?" You know exactly why he wants that though, and its not because he loves you, or anything- it's because the bastard wants a live-in fuck doll. A sugar baby to play house with.

You're sure that one day he will find that girl, he's very rich after all and that voice, goddang-- but it is simply not going to be you. You're getting your degree, and then you're out of here; sleeping with him is just a nice stress relieving detour along the way. Really nice.

But temporary.

You will look back on this time when you're older with a groan but for now, it's serving you. He's serving you.

Even if that is just with secret sex behind closed doors when no one's looking.

Its good, in a desperate needy way- but it certainly isnt 'move in' good, despite his arguments. "For the amenities? Perhaps?" He suggests, getting an eyeroll out of you as you take another absent-minded bite of your breakfast. "Surely, you have to admit- my house is a lot nicer then your crappy little hole in the wall."

"And how would you know my place is crappy? You've never dained to visit."

"It's a college dorm- I don't need to sully my boots stepping into it to know that it's garbage, Y/N."

Slowly you sip your coffee at him, an unamused look written all over your face, eyes peering at him over the brim. He doesn't seem bothered.

"You know I'm right," He picks up the suitcase by the handle and slides it off the bench, checking his watch. Oh he thinks he's important, you think, shaking your head in bemusement as you set your coffee mug down again. Which- you suppose, he is. He runs a billion dollar law firm afterall, which is how he can afford this ridiculously shiny clean home. But, still. What an obnoxious ass. "Anyway, I have to go. Fine, come over tomorrow. I'll be at a luncheon from 12 to 3... but you have your key, right?" He's not rushed at all, but he still doesnt wait for you to respond. Dismissive old bastard. "Right. Okay, bye- "

"-Actually I'll be a little later." You quickly butt-in, setting your fingers carefully around a corner of one of your toasts; but not picking it up. It's wierd how you feel uncomfortable telling him this, you're not dating, but it is awkward. Peering up at him looking expectantly at you for the rest of what you just had to cut him off for, you take a short, huffy breath. "I have a date, around 4. Evening market."

"... a date?" He blinks, slow. Thinking.

"Yeah."

"Who??" The incredulousness in his tone annoys you, for why would he be confused about this (He certainly finds you attractive!! Why wouldn't someone else want to date you??), but you pace yourself and let it go.

"You don't know him, he's in one of my classes." Not apart of the law department. "Does it matter??"

"Well- I- " He looks like he wants to move and put his suitcase back down for some reason, appearing actually very put out about this development but trying to act like he's not. You watch him suspiciously, narrowing your eyes. What?? "I certainly don't want to be, what's that frat boy term??- " The man makes a show of thinking, before going 'ah!' and clicking his fingers- being obnoxious and theatrical for no other reason then because he's an asshole. "tunnel buddies, with some hippy english student, now do I?"

"... I'm sorry-- are you insulting my date or me??"

"Either way." He admits openly, quickly, making your jaw drop. Getting heated, you push off the side of the bench and turn to face him, a cross look all over your face.

"And- tunnel buddies?? You are a grown fucking man, are you serious!??"

"Unwaiveringly, sweetheart."

Swee- what is this man on!?? Who does he think you are, his 6 year old daughter in ponytails asking for a pet!? How dare he?? Why is he acting insane all of a sudden?? After taking a slow, deep breath- you gather yourself and just give him a dark look. "... don't you have somewhere to be?"

Evidently he does not, not anymore. "Look- I'm just curious, why you're dating the boys at this campus when you're already fucking me? There's no way this, well, this child-- can do you the way I can."

"Do me?? How eloquent, professor."

"I guarantee you no boy in this college is going to go down on you, that's for sure."

"You don't know that!" Where is this coming from?? Also... he's exaggerating, right?? He just thinks very little of his students right?? Surely-

Chuckling, he shakes his head and finally sets the suitcase back on the bench- though he doesn't let go of the handle. After licking his lips in thought, he looks back at you and holds up a finger to you- at you- like he's offering a point of view in court. Jesus Christ, if this is how he is during arguments at home it is no wonder his ass is divorced... not that you didn't already have a million other reasons someone wouldn't want to be married to the jerk. "Listen, fine, go ahead. Take the kid to your squalid home, your- well, what is no doubt a single bed. And wet his cock there, whatever- " A shrug of those broad shoulders and your jaw drops. "but don't come crying to me when you have to fake your own climax."

"Hey!- it's not like you haven't left me high and dry before, you ass!" He's done it multiple times, claiming he has to be somewhere urgently or he needs to get his sleep for work the next morning- or just bluntly telling you to handle it yourself. "Don't pretend like you're some gift to women in bed."

Immediately, he attempts to push on- offer a new argument locked and loaded in his brain- but its your turn. "And, I don't have to explain myself to you- but maybe I want to find a guy I actually could have a future with past college?? I'm sorry if I'm not dead inside yet like you and still think I can find someone nice. Someone more then just a regular fuck."

He squints at you reproachfully from beyond his glasses, thinking hard at that, while you cross your arms and glare at him back. "... whatever, I guess!" He finally sighs, flippant while picking up his suitcase again; finality in his tone. "Do what you want, but mark my words- when I see you tomorrow night, whenever that will be," he rolls his eyes upwards towards the ceiling and huffs out a dramatic sigh, referring to the fact you didn't mention how late you might be. Because he didn't give you a chance! you want to add, but stay silent glaring at him. "I just hope you're not too needy. I might not be in the mood, to fulfill you."

You scoff. "Then maybe I won't come."

He gives you another, momentarily reproachful look because you both know you'll come anyway- even just to sleep (It's just... routine). Then turns to leave you in his home, like he's done so many times before, aloof and nonchalant.

You watch him stop in his tracks, though, his back to you, shoulders taught in that tailored suit. For a moment he stays that way, then curiously turns half around to look at you again, a peculiar and skeptical look in his dark eyes. You raise a brow expectently, wondering what he wants now.

When he doesn't move for a few seconds too long, you open your mouth to ask him what the hell he's doing- still beyond frustrated by him. "Why are you- "

As soon as you start talking its like he makes his decision and comes all the way back to you, wrapping an arm suddenly around the back of your waist and dragging you directly against him while also trapping you against the kitchen bench. His lips fold against your own like kisses in those old movies; that perfectly deep make-out that has your mouths sealed together and all the way open and almost all-tongue. That 50's era 'goodbye honey, I'm off to work now but our unscheduled Thursday night missionary sex put me in a spectacular mood, have a great day til i come home again' kind of kiss. You're confused but your head is fuzzy because his lips are always so surprisingly soft and so warm and kill every little lick of sense inside you- you can't help but kiss him back.

When he abruptly dissapears from you just as quick as he came- you're even more confused by the look on his face; still peculiar and skeptical but, almost... pleased. A tiny tiny grin perks at the corner of his mouth.

You want to know whats going on in that evil little mind. What is he thinking? What was that kiss for? He never kisses you goodbye, its too... sentimental. "... what- "

"Lock the door on your way out." Then he's gone, sweeping out of the apartment swiftly like none of what just happened- happened. Like it was just any Friday morning and he didn't just break all the goddamn rules.

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Professor Callahan x Fem!Student!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Callahan gets vicious, defending you in front of the whole damn class.

Inspired by Ezra using his power as a teacher in this scene of Pretty Little Liars for gross personal reasons with Aria. (Start at .57)

Warnings: Teacher/student affair themes. Fight, bad romance and sexual references.

You could not believe what you were hearing; Callahan was tearing into a student- which was not entirely out of the ordinary. But this wasn't him smug and mean, this was him pissed off. Because of you.

Half the class was watching in fear, afraid the professor was just in a bad mood and they could be next, but you felt like the other half were looking directly at you; at the back of your head. At the side of your face, searching for a reaction.

Knowing something is wrong here. Knowing what you've done.

You didn't know what to do. You were frozen in place; your knuckles white wrapped around eachother in your lap as you fight not to say anything.

All the guy did was oppose your opinion in a debate- like he was supposed to. It was a simple one, but the guy got personal; he got too heated and he called you a dumbass (You didn't care, you were getting heated, too- it was hard not to in a class like this, and you weren't a fan of his opinions. You could still feel the word 'idiot' at the tip of your own tongue.), and Cal immediately spoke before you could- his razer fast wit clicking into place faster then you could have de-escalated the argument. He went from sitting back half-on his desk, one calf folded casually over the other, to ram-rod straight, as close to the guy as he could get without wading in between the desks. Cal's eyes glued to him while he took the poor guy down 30-something pegs, humiliating the guy in front of the whole class until he had his head bowed pathetically and nothing to say.

It wasn't fair. Callahan was completely abusing his power and everyone in the room knew it.

Which wasn't entirely out of character- but you were afraid that they would see through him. Or you. And they'd see how bad this instance was, how gross. That he was abusing his power to defend the student he was currently fucking.

The interaction lasted less then a minute, but Callahan got his point across, and continued to stare down the guy for further torturous moments, while the rest of the room was crickets. You refused to even move, eyes on him hoping he would glance over and see you and come to his goddamn senses. But he didn't.

... The horrible scene ended when Callahan finally shifted and looked up at the clock, before rolling his shoulders of any stress and heading back to his desk like nothing at all happened. "Alright everyone, class's over, get out."

Everyone did as they were told as fast as possible, especially the guy- he barely stuck around to unplug his laptop before shooting out of the classroom. He certainly didn't wait around to ask questions about the homework. The classroom was empty in a minute.

Then it was just the two of you. He knew you were there, but he didn't look around or acknowledge you, the dick; just peacefully flipped through a book on his desk as if he wasn't an insane person. Didnt he think him coming to your defence like that was going to cause suspicions?? If not, then he's not nearly as smart as you thought.

...

You cant stay quiet. "What the hell was that??" You finally ask, slamming your books down on your desk as you get up out of your seat.

"... the hell are you talking about?" He asks, playing dumb which you absolutely don't care for. No.

You round the desk so he can see how pissed off you are, and you can see his face too. See how nonchalant he really is- which is not at all. He looks pent up and frustrated. "What the hell is wrong with you??"

"Oh, so I guess you liked the way he was talking to you??" He smirks, shrugging. "My bad. Next time I'll encourage that." He sneers, sarcasm dripping off his sharp tongue.

Narrowing your eyes, you fight not to leave right that moment. Leave, transfer classes, and never see him again. This isn't worth the risk, whatever this is isn't worth your education. How could you have been so dumb?? "Ugh, you're being impossible. You know that was dumb. What if people are suspicious now?? What if someone tells- I dunno, another faculty member?? Someone with more power then you?? You could be fired for fraternising with a student."

"Thanks for the tip. I had no idea." Still, with the nasty quippy sarcasm. You roll your eyes, and move away from the desk with the intent to gather your things and leave.

"I'm out of here."

Before you can even reach your things though, Callahan turns around and grabs you by the wrist. "Oh no you're not." He drags you back, right into his body this time. "If you ask me, you're at fault here- you're the one who couldn't handle herself in a simple debate."

NOW you're pissed. "What!?" You were holding your own! Its not your fault the guy went out of line and Callahan felt the need to jump in- you didn't ask him to do that! He wouldn't have, for anyone else in that class.

"If you could handle that, if you could control your emotions in the classroom, I wouldn't have noticed your distress and felt the need to defend you- be a grown up and not a silly girl, and this wont happen again."

Instead of engaging him in that ridiculous line of accusation (Suddenly you're a child?? You weren't too young to have been in his bed, last night, were you?), you stop everything. You make yourself calm. Then you lean into him, and v e r y c a l m l y say "You're an asshole." Then wrench yourself free of his hold and storm to your desk. Furiously you stuff everything into your bag and throw it over your shoulder, turning to stride out of the old classroom when Callahan follows you and corners you against the door before you can open it. "Fuck!- " You curse, glaring hard at him. "Let me out!"

When he grabs your jaw and pulls you suddenly into a deep heated kiss, you're shocked and outraged; you drop your bag heavily to the floor. Let him force you between the door and his body. When he pulls back, you glare even more harshly at him. "... was that supposed to do something??" You ask breathlessly. "I'm still just as pissed off at you."

"Yeah, well I don't care. Get on your knees." He tells you gruffly, breathing heavily from the fight.

You gape, stunned. "You get on your knees!" You snap back, beyond pissed off that he would dare-

That he has the balls to- To try, and-

Right now!???

You're furious with him!

But your heart falls in utter surprise that almost takes all the fight right out of you, when he shrugs his shoulders in that perfectly tailored blazer, a spiteful-shitty-smug look on his face, and goes down. Eyes wide, you stare at him (This old man) down there on his knees fully prepared to eat you out amidst being pissed off, in shock and... a little bit of desire. Sometimes you hate this man-- but he looks so good on his knees. Even with that narcissistic smirk on his face.

"... fuck you."

"Thats the idea."

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Ive seen the f/o werewolves au and I absolutely love it. From the way it works to how they all handle their wolf side in different ways... I just find it so neat!

Callahan especially got my brain going 100 miles an hour, Just imagining him and the YN from your series dealing with it...

The days leading up to the first transformation where the animalistic-scary grows from "hot" to "concerning".

Him missing out on a date because, as fate would have it, happened in a full moon and then just... Ghosting, because he doesn't like the fact he can't control this quite yet.

He wanted to ravage YN before the transformation? absolutely. Make them his (mate)? Certainly. But this is beyond him. He can't control himself, just the sound of YN's voice from when they showed up at his doorstep (one last check. Giving him the benefit of the doubt.) is enough to send him into a bit of a frenzy, and he hates it.

And then one day YN returns to their dorm to find this big, weirdly wolf-like, old dog (if the grey muzzle is any indication) at their door. One that's weirdly docile and (even more surprisingly) friendly with them, despite the fact they never saw this dog in their life.

The dog approaches, carefully sniffing their hand, before pressing the top of its head against the palm. Still a bit weirded out, YN gives the animal a few tentative scratches and pets, which the dog seems to like.

(Mate is caring for him after so long after all...)

And just that presence, that care, that absolute freedom to be at peace with the one the two of them love is enough to bring the two consciousness together for long enough of a moment for Callahan to detransform.

Thankfully the shock of petting a naked Callahan (clothes having bursted out from the initial transformation) sent YN reeling back, which ended up reverting him back into a wolf. Wouldn't do to have that image floating around the college forums after all.

YN was able to guide Callahowl inside to wait out the moon. But in the morning, they would talk, as they made sure to tell the dog. Whether he could fully understand them or not was still up to debate, but at least he seemed to understand their tone and looked a bit chastised.

For the all of five minutes before YN relented and began to pet him again, cursing whatever entity that ruled their universe and made Callahowl such a cute dog.

FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND

I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS IN THE MORNING. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO ANSWER IN KIND.

First of all I am s o so jazzed to see that you, too, are mad about Werewolf!Callahan like me!! XDD And 'Callahowl'???? OMG perfect XDDD Second of all-

YOUR FIC HERE. IT IS MAKING ME INSANE. Y/N being affectionate with this wolfie that loves her even though they have a sort of temperamental relationship when he's human?? 'Mate is caring for him after so long after all...'- this this this!!! Because like??- thats Aaron and Y/N loves Aaron. They do. But usually they cant show him that, because he's an ass and it would kill them- and he cant show it to them either because, again, he's a total ass-- but in this form??? His underlying desire for affection from them (His mate!! <3) comes out and Y/N doesn't have to worry about teasing (or worse) ^^

I also love your detail that his muzzle is lighter to show his age!!

Thank you so so much for sharing this!!!!!!!! ^^ I wanna write for Callahowl so so bad and one day I will XD I swear XD For now though here are some imagines for you, too!! In these, Y/N is actually his student but the relationship is basically the same apart from that.

Werewolf!Professor Aaron Callahan x Fem!Student!Reader || Imagines

Plot: Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon.

Warnings: There are smut imagines at the end that involve male masturbation topics as well as sex, and breeding ref's.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon appearing in class dishevelled. His short hair unbrushed and ruffled like he's been constantly running his fingers through it, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, his jacket clenched at his side in his hand instead of on like it just got way too hot despite it being the middle of November, his glasses constantly crooked from rubbing his wild eyes.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon only being calm when its just the two of you. When, after class, you stay back to check on him in the office. He slumps on the corner of his desk and watches you with a certain warmth you've never seen on him before. You fix his glasses and his hair, and his eyes fall shut at the feeling for half a moment before he can pull himself together. You offer him his blazer before you leave, and he takes it simply because you offered it, wanting to hold onto you in any way he can, but only holding it in his hands as you leave instead of pulling it on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting snippier and snippier with students, breathing heavily through his nose and rolling his eyes up to the sky and looking dangerously close to throwing things- but not to you. Not towards his mate (Not that you know you're that).

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making a guy in your class with you, who was arguing con to your pro in a hypothetical court topic feel dumb and mortified in front of the whole class. He told the guy to oppose you (Its a regular law class activity!) but it turns out to be too much for him- he cant handle it. He has to stick up for you, protect you. And its nasty, and unfair, and awful, and everyone in the room feels the aftershock of it. Luckily, he's still him enough to brush it off and move on, but you're looking at him like he's insane the rest of the class and he knows he fucked up.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making up excuses why he's acting the way he is and why he keeps cancelling on you and they just keep getting worse. He's a smart guy, he's actually scary he's so smart, but now he's acting like an idiot and you're actually getting kindof concerned. You ask him, genuinely, if he's okay?

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon looking up and to the door any time you walk through it, looking over at you like he knew it was you who came in even if its too loud in the room for him to have heard the door even open and he had no way of knowing when you were going to get there. Because he's so tuned in to your scent, and his nose is so sensitive this time of month.

~ Hornycanons from here ~

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting hornier the closer his transformation closes in on him.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to cover his mouth with his hand tight and hang up quick when you call because the bulge in his pants grew at record speed hearing you and he's going to moan if he stays; the sweet sound of your voice making him painfully turned on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to jerk off under his desk during lunch. You stay back to check on him, he takes his blazer from you, and then he sits down slowly and takes out his red headed, leaking cock to quickly pump one out; riding the high or your lingering scent and your voice in his head and the feel of your fingers on his hair just before.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom more often just in order to jerk off and keep his shit together.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who will fuck all night if you come to stay over. He'll fuck you against the wall when you come in, he'll fuck you on the couch, he'll fuck you all night in bed. He tries to bang it out, make the rest of his week easier, but thats not how it works.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who has to fight himself not to fucking cum in you, goddamnit. He doesn't want kids, he tells himself over and over. He doesn't want kids, he doesn't want kids. But the wolf in him desperately wants to fill you with pups. Luckily Cal's just strong enough to control that. Just.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who is just a mess, and completely enamoured with you, and desperately wanting to hide it from you.

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SecretLover!Prof. Aaron Callahan x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: At a Harvard Halloween event (For both Staff and Students), you and Callahan can't stay away from eachother. *Could be considered a Part 2 to This Fic.*

Warnings: Smut. Age difference, student/teacher, unprotected, bathroom tryst, hate/love relationship references, possibly more.

"Where can we go?" His voice was low, husky and full of lust. It made you want to kiss him again.

But- "Hmmm," After worrying your lip for a moment, you remember the small one-person bathroom you fixed your make-up in earlier, it was surprisingly clean. Dropping your lip, you curl a hand around his forearm and tug him. "I know. Come on."

For once he did not argue with you, just nodded and followed where you took him.

~

It was the costume. It had to be. Your valentines goddess costume, which was tasteful... though, admittedly, borderline for an event catering for students and staff. That was what made Callahan approach you and stick by you- showing you attention at the event that usually neither of you allow when you're in public. You never want anyone to know what your real relationship with the professor is behind closed doors and he doesn't want to get fired (You may not be his student, but you are still a Harvard student and it is innapropriate what you're doing. He's lawyer; he knows rules.).

But on this neither of you could help it. He's an asshole, so usually you can quite easily ignore him, but... its Halloween. And you're high off the party buzz. And he's acting so nice-

Because of your costume.

Most of the night he was just sitting next to you and you were talking (You always new he was smart, but you didn't know that could be a good thing. An interesting thing. An appealing thing), joking with eachother (He could be funny??? Since when???), almost having fun together-- which is completely new. Then, his hand slipped onto your thigh after your friends left you, and you didn't brush him off like you're supposed to-

And when you both wandered slowly, at some point, to a dark corner and you kissed him there- it became apparent where this mysterious flook of getting along so well, of genuinly liking eachother, was heading.

~

Now in the bathroom, Callahan leans you up against the clicked shut door swiftly and seals your lips together once again. You part your lips for him immediately, you both know what this is, and let slip an awfully needy moan for him.

Much to your dismay Callahan pulls back and smirks at you, that smug and obnoxious look on his face for once not infuriating you. Just frustrating you- because you want him. You want him now. "Take a look in the mirror, Y/N, that pretty make-up isn't going to be so pretty when I'm done with you~ "

"Oh?? Hurry up and prove it. Make me cry like one of your law students, yeah?" You snap back, though with about half the same snippiness that you usually would; instead adopting a genuinly mischievous grin.

With a grin back and a hungry growl, Callahan presses his mouth back to yours and runs his hands down your body to the pretty red shorts you've got on. Your own hands immediately trail down his chest to the button and zipper on his pants, undoing them as fast as you can; a feverish need in your every desperate movement.

While you continue to snog eachother, Callahans thumbs slip under both, the waistbands of your shiny red shorts and your underwear beneath, on either side of your hips, and slips them down your thighs. You help him wriggle out of them and kick them to somewhere else in the small, cramped room and then slip your own hand into the front of his pants- feeling his bulge through his high-quality underwear; something you always like about him. Unlike guys your age, Callahan at least always wears clean boxers. Clean shirts. In general, he's always dressed nicely. And you appreciate it now still even though you're appreciating more about him all of a sudden, as well.

Another growl flies from his lips and into your mouth feeling your fingers on his cock.

"Mmm, do that again... "

"Uh uh, we are not playing around here tonight- You gotta fuck me." You shake your head, but massage his cock for another moment, loving the feel of him throbbing beneath your fingers and anticipating squeezing it in your walls with lip bite.

He hangs his head back on his neck, enjoying the pleasure you're giving him, before you take him out of his boxers and line him up with your entrance; stepping your feet apart slightly to make more room for him between your thighs. While you chew your bottom lip, Callahan takes the reigns and has one hand on your waist and one flat on the door by your head as he pushes into you, making you drop your lip from your teeth and your head against the door. "Aghhh... "

It's like you've never had him stretching you out before, it feels so ridiculously good. You roll your hips forward into his, slouching slightly against the door and letting your eyelids fall closed; just enjoying the feeling of him rubbing against your clit. You forgot where you even are.

"Sweetheart, I thought we were not playing around, tonight~... "

"Oh shut up... " You whine, giving a lop-sided smirk as you crack your eyes open again. Then, curling a hand around the back of his neck, you lean in and kiss him again; kicking off the bathroom fuck.

He's not as young as other guys you've fucked so he can't piston into you like they could before him but his thrusts are fluid and strong, making you a desperate mess on the door- holding him against you to keep his mouth on yours. Your tongues fight against each other languidly but passionately, while your fingers slide down his chest and to the sides of his decidedly un-spooky blazer (the only sign that he knew it was Halloween at all being the tiny orange pumpkin at the bottom of his black tie- you had to sesrch closesly find it. And you were, earlier.), using the material to hold him against you.

With every smooth and perfect stroke of his cock within your tight walls you become more and more undone. And so does he, starting to pant heavily and having to stop kissing you so he can breath and lean his arm against the door behind you. Your foreheads press together and your eyes flicker across his focused-face, thinking for a second that you really like this man, before letting your eyes flutter shut again feeling your orgasm so fast approaching.

You're moaning so loud you're sure anyone walking outside the little bathroom knows exactly what is happening inside it, but so long as they only hear you, and they don't hear who you're with, it's okay. You decide, its okay. You couldn't help it if you decided different, anyway. It feels too good!-

When finally you cum, squeezing his cock tighter then ever and gushing around him with a particularly naughty moan, Callahan pushes himself all the way in once again - as deep as he can go, deeper then ever, - just to enjoy the hot, throbbing feeling with a smirk. Then pulls all the way out leaving you twitching and empty so he can shoot his load onto your thigh.

Exhausted, you rest against the door and take some deep breaths while you continue to twitch around nothing, and Callaghan tucks himself back into his underwear; gathering his own bearings right by you, leaning still against his arm and the door by your head.

After a few minutes, you look curiously at him again while he continues to chill post-session; trying to figure out what just happened. If you still felt the same about him, or if you were back to hating him. If he was still appealing. Was it just the Halloween? The costume? The night?

... oddly he is, still.

What the fuck.

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SecretLover!Prof. Aaron Callahan x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You find out that Aaron is married.

Part One Part Two Part 3

Warnings: You think you've been accidentally a 'mistress' (But spoiler alert, you haven't been). Creative liberties on the musical character and his marital status 😅 I mean they never said he wasn't seperated?? !!

Your phone starts to sing the wicked witch of the wests theme once again and the words 'Rat Bastard' flash on your screen, but just as soon as it begun you swipe to decline to call. No. your roommate, eating dinner and watching tv with you on the other side of the couch, notices and finally sets down her fork.

"Okay- what was that? That's happened 6 times tonight."

Shrugging quickly, you shove a forkful of butter chicken into your mouth. "Just telemarketers." You mutter with our mouth full.

When she doesn't respond but doesn't look away from you either for several moments, you finally turn and give her a deadpanned-stare. Like, what?-

"I know you know I'm not that dumb. Who's the rat bastard?" She raises a perfectly tweezed eyebrow, looking serious; an accusatory tone in her voice when she speaks again. "... that old guy you were seeing?"

... you regret letting it slip that you were seeing someone and that you couldn't tell her who because he was older. Goddamnit. Shrugging again, you look back unseeingly to the TV and go to shove more food into your face- but stop at the last second and drop the utensil to your plate set on the arm of the couch. "... he's married." One glance your roommates way and its all tumbling out. "- I- I mean, I didn't know!! I swear, I didn't know. He never wore a ring and I didn't even think- Look, he said he had a wife but that's over now. I believed him. I know, I'm an idiot- "

Quickly your roommate shakes her head sternly and stops you. "Hey, I believe you. Didnt even cross my mind that you would do that knowingly, I promise."

"... okay." You breath, relieved.

"Guy sounds like a jackass."

Nodding, a wonky little relieved-grin slips across your face. "He is."

After a quiet moment in which she reaches over and squeezes your arm sympathetically, she gives you a hyper focused look all of a sudden. You know exactly what's about to come out of her and already start groaning. "... so are you gonna tell me who it is now?- "

"Oh for gods sake- no!"

"Come on!!"

"No!"

"I wanna know who the silver fox is!!"

"Get off my case!"

"Never!"

~

Its 2 hours and 4 more declined calls later that there's a knock at your dorm rooms front door. Its dark (Around 8.30pm) and freezing outside, snowing actually, so you have no idea who on earth would be visiting unless its dumbass ding dong ditchers from the guys floor. Before you can get up from the couch where you're typing out a paper due tomorrow (Being with Callahan had truly distracted you from your work- usually you would have had this done and dusted by now. Oh well, back to the grind you suppose.), your roommate passes you and peers out the peephole. "Is that-... " She starts, but cuts herself off. You brush it off and keep on typing (You're on a roll!!), thinking perhaps it was one of the guy's.

When she opens the door you have a clear view of who's out there and immediately feel frozen despite the electric blanket strewn over your legs.

Your roommate looks to you and tilts her head to the side, looking skeptical and merciless. "Rat bastard is Professor Callahan??" You can see it in her eyes- not her first choice, but she can see how this happened...

Callahan looks perturbed, at that- but his focus is on you. "I've called you 10 times."

He looks surprisingly handsome, in his long black coat with dusty snow on the shoulders and his hair windswepped from the weather, but you just feel anger boil in the pit of your stomach looking at him. And anxiety, because of what you've done to some woman out there who's already struggling being married to such a jackass, and a burning frustration. You don't want to talk, you don't want to see him. That's what 10 declined calls means.

And- seriously!?? 3 months of doing it and him constantly saying he would never step foot at your place because its a craphole and because its risky- and he comes once you don't want him here!? Jesus fucking christ!-

Your roommate can see the frustration burning and boiling in your eyes and immediately turns back to the man outside. "Look, thanks for coming by, you do get points for making the trip- but not many. You should go- " She tries to close the door but he just sticks a foot in the way.

You've seen her stomp on a mans foot before for doing this, so you just raise a brow and wait- but she doesn't. He curls his hand around the door and steps in; brushing snow off his shoulders and directly onto the floor. "Now you can close it. Don't need anyone seeing me here."

Rolling your eyes, you save your work and close your laptop. "Get out. I don't want to speak to you- "

"Well, how sad for you- because I want to speak to you." He follows you right into your room and closes the door, the two of you leaving your roommate to sit alone in the livingroom, mop up the rapidly melting snow the bastard left at the front door, and try to eavesdrop.

~

"Y/N- ... I thought you were smarter then this." He starts, standing in front of you closed bedroom door with a stern and judgmental frown tight along his jaw- the arrogance in his voice is clear as day.

Oh good start, you think, rolling your eyes deeply and forcing yourself not to throw something at him. "What!??" Is he serious?! What the hell does he mea- "What did you even come here for? Kick me while I'm down??"

"You've been practically living with me- did you ever once see an indication that she was living there, too? We're separated. She's just searching for the best divorce attorney to 'take me down', before we begin negotiations. I told you it was finished with her, and I was not lying to you." He sighs, rolling his eyes. "And in answer to your question- I'm obviously here to get you back."

... "I don't believe you." You tell him, words careful and clear. Because you don't! It was the most mortifying moment of your life today when you found out about this, talking with some other professors. You had just approached them because one of them was your Heroes and Villains professor and you had a question about the recent assignment when they pulled you into the conversation they were having. When they asked if you knew Professor Callahan? you told the truth (Well partly the truth), and said yes you'd crossed paths at events and he subbed one of your classes last week. It felt good to tell a part-truth about him for once. Instead of acting like you don't know him or just never getting to mention him you got to say yeah i know him!; i'd hate to be in his class. So when they then started telling you about a story with his wife at a function, everything just crashed.

You have never felt so awful in your life. Like scum. Like idiot scum. And you don't ever intend to feel that way again.

He sighs slowly, closing his eyes in frustration for a moment. "... would you like her to write you a note?"

Oh he thinks this is funny. Before he even opens his eyes again, you've got your phone out and you're searching through your contacts for Lewis's number. "I'll show you funny... "

His eyes pop open and he looks to you with a confused, angry look. "What are you doing?" In 2 steps he's right beside you peering at your phone and when you press call you see his jaw tighten. "What the hell."

Pressing the phone to your ear, you listen to the rings and wait for the sweet guy who likes horror to pick up so you can ask him on a second date. "Baby you're not laughing??"

"Hang. up." The frown on his face looks like its set in stone, a terrible glare behind those glasses that almost intimidates you.

"That's not going to happen, sorry- " Suddenly Lewis' sweet voice slips through the receiver. "Lewis! Hi!" You're looking directly into Callahan's eyes, which are pissed off, as he stays quiet as a mouth- he wouldn't want to blow his own cover here. Lewis might recognise his voice and ask questions. "How are you??"

Folding his hands into his jacket pockets, Callahan stands there and waits. That's all he can do. Glare half-curious around your room and wait impatiently for you to stop it. Stop teasing. His shoulders are set taught in the coat and his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek and he tries to distract himself with the things on your wall- tickets from shows you've seen, pictures of you and... some other people (Your family? Your friends? Fuck, he doesn't know. How would he), pressed flowers, receipts, and reminders. He notices that he recognises most of the clothes you're wearing in your pictures, and movies on your shelf that he actually knows you love (And also holes in your collection. Ones he can get you- and will. If you dont come to your senses now, then he'll just have to buy you back), and a certain sticker popping up on your calendar... on every day you saw him.

You see him staring at your calendar, and watch the cogs in his brain turn realising what the little red stickers meant. You've never seen him so focused on something to do with you, before. It makes something in you settle.

Lewis in your gets drowned out by your blood pumping loudly, and you calmly tell him sorry, i've gotta go.

Dropping your phone on your bed, you cross your arms and look reproachfully at Aaron who, despite hearing you hang up the call in time, is still searching your room with his eyes. All your personal things. Everything that's just... you. Things he didn't know about before and things he did. You take in a deep breath.

He speaks up before you can. "Finished playing your immature little games, then?... "

Groaning, you give up. He's an asshole! He cant help it! Its in his core- it doesn't really matter whether he's really cheating with you or not at this point!

You go to pass him, throw the door open and tell him to get the hell out- but he grabs your arm and guides you back to him. "Hey!- "

"Listen to me... " He growls lowly, close to your face. "I came here. To this shithole you call a home, at great risk to my career that I am justly proud of- if that doesn't mean something to you, I don't know how I can prove to you that I am all for you, Y/N. I am married only in the legal sense. Only on paper. Believe me."

"Well- what about any other girls you're fucking?? I mean we're not exclusive, so I assume- "

"Please." He sighs, rolling his eyes up towards the ceiling. "We both know what this has been for a while, now." A smirk flickers at the corners of his lips looking back down at your again, drawing your gaze to his mouth. The gravel in his voice is throwing you as it always has. "You're the only young lady I'm interested in- and I know, despite your ridiculous games, I'm the only man you're into."

"... oh you know that for a fact, do you?" You ask hesitantly, returning your gaze to his eyes, framed in black plastic and clear glass. There's a prickle of danger tugging at your heart, now. Neither of you have said anything like this, yet. But he's right. This has been coming for a while.

"Mhmmm."

... you part your lips, still feeling unsure. "I'm not sure if I should trust you, still... "

"... " For a moment he looks frustrated, setting his jaw once again... before sighing and rolling his eyes. Like, fine. Eyes widening, you watch him separate from you a little, just standing up straight again, and pull out his own phone; searching through for a certain name. "I didn't want to do this... but fine. I'll call the bitch."

"What!?"

"You can ask her." He tells you, holding the phone to his ear.

Your jaw drops. "Hold on now!, I don't want- "

"Too late, phones ringing. Stay right here, princess."

[slashingdisneypasta]

SecretLover!Prof. Aaron Callahan x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: What the hell kinda luck leads you and Callahan to finally decide to date- and then immediately end up with him subbing one of your classes that day??

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Teacher/student relationship and sexual references.

"You want... to take me on a date??" Blinking, you look baffled at him. "... we can't go out." You exclaim, completely incredulous. "That's the secret part of secret affair."

A smirk slides across Callahan's face, looking cocky as usual. Like he knows everything, the handsome bastard. "I was actually thinking I'd cook for you. At home." The smirk broadens. "See,.. I know the rules."

"Well you should, you did help to make them."

"Mmm," He groans, annoyance laced in the tone. "Actually I think that you took control on that- but I digress. What do you say? I've cooked for you before, after all,.. its not like I'll poison you... "

"Uh, I stole leftovers out of your fridge. I don't think that constitutes as you cooking for me- but-- " Shaking your head, you taking a deep breath and think; drumming your fingers against the bench.

The two of you have been getting along better; that Halloween event was so much fun, and not just the bathroom rendezvous, you actually loved talking with him-- but do you really want to let this become... more? What would you even call him after you went on a date? Date is a hefty four letter word, filled with expectations and assumptions and a 'where is this going' conversation that you are completely unequipped for.

Callahan is an ass, though. A cold, manipulative, narcissistic ass. So... maybe... you shouldn't??...

Your eyes flicker up to his face then, though, and your moment of sobriety is over. There's just something in him that you like all of a sudden and the past week since Halloween, you've been all for him. Shrugging nonchalauntly, you give a grin. You cant help it. "Yeah. Cook me dinner- what do you plan on cookin me, then?"

Giving fully-pleased grin, rolling his shoulders. "Let's call it a surprise." He teases, leaning in and dropping a slow kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hand fitting to your waist. "I'll see you tonight- dress uhh... " He gives you a once-over and you gape. Excuse you???- "better."

Excuse y- glancing down at your pyjamas, just a t shirt and shorts, you give a sad pout. These pj's are cute! Hmph. "You know, I like you at the moment but you're still on thin ice." With a matter-o-fact, deadpanned look on your face now, you take a deliberate sip of your coffee/tea at him.

"Uhuh, whatever. Bye." One final waist-squeeze from him and an almost-sincere smile (on one side of his face at least) and he walks on out of the apartment for the day.

~

What the HELL?

"Alright class, as you can hopefully tell I am not an English teacher," Professor Callahan stands at the front of your class after making an entrance of himself coming in (He couldn't quote a law & order but apparently he knows Hamlet- the Claudius bits) and you're closest to him in the front row so you're the only one who hears the next part even though he doesn't look at you. "and to be honest I look down upon and each and every one of you poor hippie losers."

What the hell is he doing in this class?? This is YOUR class!! He's a law teacher- Before you can think it through, your arm shoots up into the air. He sees you and nods to your hand. "Where's Mr Bradford??"

"Sick." He responds, and does not elaborate- he quickly looks back to the class in general. "Now, I want you to do the modules I write on the board and if you have a question... I don't care. Email your ailing teacher. Go."

Narrowing your eyes, you watch him turn and write the appropriate modules onto the board; using your eyes and mind power to insist he turn around... but he doesn't, not once. The jerk.

Finally when Callahan turns back to the front, gives the room once sweep with his eyes and then sits down at the desk to do his own work without even looking at you for a second you sigh and open your laptop to start the modules... awkwardly... and immediately see an instant message pop up in the corner of the screen. From Aaron- the name you put his contacts under when you realised other people might catch a glance of your messages or your calls and you didn't want them getting suspicious about a last name (Or 'the professor', which was another option that had passed your mind).

Aaron: Stop staring.

Huffing, you roll your eyes and immediately start typing out an answer.

You: Oh so you noticed me?? Interesting.

You: Couldn't tell.

Aaron: What do you expect? Am I supposed to walk into class and kiss you- then introduce myself as the professor for the day and expect everyone to respect me?

You: No one respects you. They hate and fear you.

When you glance up to see his reaction to that, you see a smirk slither across his face as he types back to you.

Aaron: So?? That's infinitely preferable.

For goodness sakes. Stifling a grin by pressing your lips together, you shake your head and open your classwork. Whatever, maybe you can just ignore him and get your work done today. Pretend you don't know him. Try not to think about the fact you were bent over your professors bed with him behind you in his teaching suit, well-

Woof... you think, eyes rounding and shaking your head again; trying to shake the memory out of your head. Okay, mind outta the gutter, lets do some work. Come on.

~

For the rest of the 3 hour class you shift between actually doing work and sending Aaron random messages to try and get a visible reaction out of him (He does react, but he's subtle. Just soft smirks, a couple of headshakes... the biggest responce you got was an eyeroll). No one else notices because they're all terrified of Callahan, and are actually doing their work.

When 3 o'clock finally fits and its time to leave for the day, everyone else starts filing quickly out while you casually just pack up your things at your leisure and wonder what you're going to wear for your date tonight when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see Lewis.

Lewis, the guy you went on a date with a couple of weeks ago and Callahan - Aaron, - got weird about it. Before Halloween and everything... sorta changed. As Lewis gives you a cute grin, his tucked into his back pockets you look to the professors desk and catch Aaron the manipulative bastard pretending not to notice the cute guy approach you; busying himself putting his things back in his briefcase.

"Hey, Y/N. Sorry, I know we've both been really busy lately so we haven't had a chance to catch up, since... " Here Lewis gives a shifty-eyed glance between you two, reminding you of the almost-risqué moment the two of you had when he kisses you goodbye after the date. A wonky grin wibbles across your mouth, thinking about the worse, down-right-scandalous things you've done with the other man in the room- nearby- listening in... "But, uh, I was wondering! Heh- if you wanted to go on a second date??.. you know- with me? The new Five Nights at Freddy's movie is out and I got tickets." Oh- he remembers you love Five Nights at Freddy's!, damn him. Damn him and that cute lop-sided grin on his face. "Whadaya say?"

... Oh. "Oh."

You should say yes.

Lewis is cute, and he's sweet (He gave you his spare copy of Freddy Vs Jason on your date for goodness sakes! You cant get much better then that), he likes Five Nights at Freddy's!... and what you said to Callahan (To Aaron) two weeks ago still stands. You want to be married one day, you want something with someone that can last-

... But right now all you can think is that you have plenty of time to find that. You're young and you have years, and right now all you really want to do is be with Aaron.

A week ago the answer would have been yes but Halloween night changed everything.

You hear the sound of a briefcase clipping shut and take in a sudden, deep breath. "... actually Lewis, I already saw it- sorry!! You can take someone else, can't you??"

Lewis's smile falters, but not in a pitiful puppy-dog way- in a 'well damn, that's a shame' kind of way. You like that about him, after all you only went on one date together and he barely touched you. "Ehh, no worries. Maybe we'll hook up some other time."

"Maybe!" Giving a genuine smile, you nod; noticing Callahan at his desk waiting impatiently for the two of you, the last remaining students in the room, to move it and get out. His briefcase is stood up straight on the desk and his fingers are drumming against the leather. He can definitely hear what's being said, too, since he's barely 10 feet away.... and looking right at you both- "Uhh... well I'll see you next class, Lewis!"

"Yeah, see ya." With a last arm squeeze, and a kiss to the cheek, Lewis gives you casual smile and leaves the classroom.

... After a moment of embarrassed silence in which you think about where to go from here... you quickly glance at Aaron for a moment and pull your shoulder bag on right over your head. "Well what are you lookin' at?" You ask boldly, then go ahead and try to just leave. Like uh-yeah-no-see-ya-later-bye-

But- "Uh uh uh, not so fast." You were, of course, greatly mistaken to think he was just going to let you leave after seeing that. Sighing, you stop in your tracks and look nervously back at him. "... what was that?"

"I'm sure I dunno what you mean, Professor." You give him a pointed look. "Just chatting with a friend."

"A friend?... " He raises a brow. "Huh."

Welp. That 'huh' doesn't sound great. "... 'Huh'?"

"Mhm. 'Huh'." He agrees, folding one hand into one of his pants pockets and looking... thoughtful. Dangerously thoughtful. Oh lord- "... as your professor I feel I should warn you, Miss L/N,.. boys at that age are- " He pauses, considering his next words. " - fickle. And inexperienced. And... q u i c k." The last word comes out slow and you want to laugh.

You try not to laugh, wandering over to the desk and looking pointedly at him again. "Sir... I don't think its appropriate for you to be talking to me about this, is it? I mean- " Quickly you drop the good student act. "Not unless you're gonna gimmie good grades for listening to your jealous garbage, at least." You shrug, dropping your shoulder bag to the ground with a teasing grin.

Letting out a chuckle, he smirks and runs his hand that's not in his pocket slowly, wryly over leather of his briefcase. "... what else would you do for a pass, sweetheart?.. "

A snicker slips out of your nose, shaking your head. "You're not really my real teacher, Aaron, you have no power over my education."

"Well that's true... Also means its not against the rules- if I do this." After leaning across the table, Aaron presses his lips against yours in a hot, slow open-mouthed kiss that makes you dizzy. And you let him, in your classroom, where you learn about American literature 5 days a week. You even reach over and wrap his red tie around your knuckles, stroking his tongue with your own. When he pulls back, only a couple inches, he can obviously see the fog in your eyes from his kiss and you can definitely see it in his. "Or, this." He goes on, beginning to press kisses along your jaw and down your neck in a way that makes it hard for you to keep yourself together. "Or... "

Oh, fucks sake here we go, you're going to fuck him in the classroom. Pulling back with huff, you slowly let go of his tie; slipping the smooth fabric through your fingers. Your eyes flicker slowly from his lips up to his eyes and back. "... Professor I changed my mind, I'll do anything for that grade."

With a mocking smirk so close to your face, so pleased to have a girl in a classroom, even if its not his, Aaron holds one side of your face and rubs your jaw fondly with his thumb. "Is that so?.. What a good student you are. Hmm... go lock the door."

"Yes sir." You grin, heading off to do just what you're told.

~

15 minutes later you leave the classroom with slick on your thighs and a warm feeling in your pants, as well a whole new appreciation for Wattpad authors and their vision.

[thereosheep]

Glad you liked it! The imagines were pretty great too! I like how I can pinpoint various dog-erisms from them.

From the tame ones that pretty much give him the equivalent of a dog greeting it's owner when they come home ("they're here! They're here! Finally! Finally! Finally!"... Though definitely wouldn't admit or show it) or the equivalent of a dog barking up when they hear another one bark ("you shut up! If I wasn't leashed I would maul you!"); To him either fighting against them in the more explicit ones or trying to give in on a more controlled manner.

Unfortunate then, that his wolf is also a control freak who is constantly fighting back for the chance of doing what it wants >:D

Ive seen the f/o werewolves au and I absolutely love it. From the way it works to how they all handle their wolf side in different ways... I just find it so neat!

Callahan especially got my brain going 100 miles an hour, Just imagining him and the YN from your series dealing with it...

The days leading up to the first transformation where the animalistic-scary grows from "hot" to "concerning".

Him missing out on a date because, as fate would have it, happened in a full moon and then just... Ghosting, because he doesn't like the fact he can't control this quite yet.

He wanted to ravage YN before the transformation? absolutely. Make them his (mate)? Certainly. But this is beyond him. He can't control himself, just the sound of YN's voice from when they showed up at his doorstep (one last check. Giving him the benefit of the doubt.) is enough to send him into a bit of a frenzy, and he hates it.

And then one day YN returns to their dorm to find this big, weirdly wolf-like, old dog (if the grey muzzle is any indication) at their door. One that's weirdly docile and (even more surprisingly) friendly with them, despite the fact they never saw this dog in their life.

The dog approaches, carefully sniffing their hand, before pressing the top of its head against the palm. Still a bit weirded out, YN gives the animal a few tentative scratches and pets, which the dog seems to like.

(Mate is caring for him after so long after all...)

And just that presence, that care, that absolute freedom to be at peace with the one the two of them love is enough to bring the two consciousness together for long enough of a moment for Callahan to detransform.

Thankfully the shock of petting a naked Callahan (clothes having bursted out from the initial transformation) sent YN reeling back, which ended up reverting him back into a wolf. Wouldn't do to have that image floating around the college forums after all.

YN was able to guide Callahowl inside to wait out the moon. But in the morning, they would talk, as they made sure to tell the dog. Whether he could fully understand them or not was still up to debate, but at least he seemed to understand their tone and looked a bit chastised.

For the all of five minutes before YN relented and began to pet him again, cursing whatever entity that ruled their universe and made Callahowl such a cute dog.

FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND

I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS IN THE MORNING. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO ANSWER IN KIND.

First of all I am s o so jazzed to see that you two are mad about Werewolf!Callahan like me!! XDD And 'Callahowl'???? OMG perfect XDDD Second of all-

YOUR FIC HERE. IT IS MAKING ME INSANE. Y/N being affectionate with this wolfie that loves her even though they have a sort of temperamental relationship when he's human?? 'Mate is caring for him after so long after all...'- this this this!!! Because like??- thats Aaron and Y/N loves Aaron. They do. But usually they cant show him that, because he's an ass and it would kill them- and he cant show it to them either because, again, he's a total ass-- but in this form??? His underlying desire for affection from them (His mate!! <3) comes out and Y/N doesn't have to worry about teasing (or worse) ^^

I also love your detail that his muzzle is lighter to show his age!!

Thank you so so much for sharing this!!!!!!!! ^^ I wanna write for Callahowl so so bad and one day I will XD I swear XD For now though here are some imagines for you, too!! In these, Y/N is actually his student but the relationship is basically the same apart from that.

Werewolf!Professor Aaron Callahan x Fem!Student!Reader || Imagines

Plot: Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon.

Warnings: There are smut imagines at the end that involve male masturbation topics as well as sex, and breeding ref's.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon appearing in class dishevelled. His short hair unbrushed and ruffled like he's been constantly running his fingers through it, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, his jacket clenched at his side in his hand instead of on like it just got way too hot despite it being the middle of November, his glasses constantly crooked from rubbing his wild eyes.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon only being calm when its just the two of you. When, after class, you stay back to check on him in the office. He slumps on the corner of his desk and watches you with a certain warmth you've never seen on him before. You fix his glasses and his hair, and his eyes fall shut at the feeling for half a moment before he can pull himself together. You offer him his blazer before you leave, and he takes it simply because you offered it, wanting to hold onto you in any way he can, but only holding it in his hands as you leave instead of pulling it on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting snippier and snippier with students, breathing heavily through his nose and rolling his eyes up to the sky and looking dangerously close to throwing things- but not to you. Not towards his mate (Not that you know you're that).

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making a guy in your class with you, who was arguing con to your pro in a hypothetical court topic feel dumb and mortified in front of the whole class. He told the guy to oppose you (Its a regular law class activity!) but it turns out to be too much for him- he cant handle it. He has to stick up for you, protect you. And its nasty, and unfair, and awful, and everyone in the room feels the aftershock of it. Luckily, he's still him enough to brush it off and move on, but you're looking at him like he's insane the rest of the class and he knows he fucked up.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making up excuses why he's acting the way he is and why he keeps cancelling on you and they just keep getting worse. He's a smart guy, he's actually scary he's so smart, but now he's acting like an idiot and you're actually getting kindof concerned. You ask him, genuinely, if he's okay?

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon looking up and to the door any time you walk through it, looking over at you like he knew it was you who came in even if its too loud in the room for him to have heard the door even open and he had no way of knowing when you were going to get there. Because he's so tuned in to your scent, and his nose is so sensitive this time of month.

~ Hornycanons from here ~

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting hornier the closer his transformation closes in on him.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to cover his mouth with his hand tight and hang up quick when you call because the bulge in his pants grew at record speed hearing you and he's going to moan if he stays; the sweet sound of your voice making him painfully turned on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to jerk off under his desk during lunch. You stay back to check on him, he takes his blazer from you, and then he sits down slowly and takes out his red headed, leaking cock to quickly pump one out; riding the high or your lingering scent and your voice in his head and the feel of your fingers on his hair just before.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom more often just in order to jerk off and keep his shit together.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who will fuck all night if you come to stay over. He'll fuck you against the wall when you come in, he'll fuck you on the couch, he'll fuck you all night in bed. He tries to bang it out, make the rest of his week easier, but thats not how it works.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who has to fight himself not to fucking cum in you, goddamnit. He doesn't want kids, he tells himself over and over. He doesn't want kids, he doesn't want kids. But the wolf in him desperately wants to fill you with pups. Luckily Cal's just strong enough to control that. Just.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who is just a mess, and completely enamoured with you, and desperately wanting to hide it from you.