#aaron stampler smut

[tragedygroupie]

more aaron/roy stampler smut please?? i read your other one and it absolutely had me kicking my feet omg.. also what’s your ao3?

hiyaaaa. so this one is a little different, i wrote it when i was feeling sappy. i actually have a whole aaron stampler psych hospital au that im constantly debating publishing, so this is like a piece of that.

also my ao3 is missrubysparks !

boy, interrupted

“shhhh you’re gonna wake up the nurse,” i whisper.

aaron lightly chuckles as he pushes me against the wall, his mouth wandering with his hands.

“that bitch could sleep through the apocalypse,” he counters.

i stifle my laughter behind my hand as he tries to kiss me.

since aaron had come to claymoore, we’d developed a schedule. every night when nurse owens was on shift she fell asleep exactly at 2:00 in the morning. he’d sneak out of his room and come into mine, and we’d have our fun. i don’t know how many nights it had been before he finally told me that there was no roy, but i do know by the time he told me i was so hopelessly, incontrovertibly in love that it didn’t matter.

“i wanna try something different tonight,” he murmurs, his mouth hot against my neck.

“yeah? what do you wanna try?” i breathe out as his hands grope my chest, massaging my breasts and rolling my nipples.

he looks up at me, a devilish grin on his face, and suddenly he’s bending down to try to pick me up.

i stifle a squeal as i wrap my legs around his waist.

“aaron, what the fuck are you doing?” i squeak.

he grins up at me, before he walks a few paces and lies me down on my bed.

“you wanna fuck on the bed tonight?” i ask, confused.

he shakes his head as he starts kissing down my body.

it’s only when he gets to my stomach that i realize what he wants to do.

“oh baby you don’t have to do that,” i say, trying to get up before i feel a firm hand on my abdomen.

“i want to do it.” he mutters as his finger snags on my underwear line.

i look down at him and smile. i grab his face in my hands and kiss him, hard. he seems a little taken aback, before responding to the kiss.

“jesus christ baby, you act like no one’s ever given you head before,” he jokes.

i look away and that’s when it seems to hit him.

“well that raises the bar,” he responds.

he goes back down between my thighs, kissing and sucking on the exposed flesh.

when he finally reaches my cunt i’m like a bundle of exposed nerves, desperate for his touch but also jolting at the slightest hint of contact.

when he finally starts lapping at the slickness pooled between my thighs, it’s like salvation. he swipes his tongue over my clit and i have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

“i wanna hear you, pretty thing,” he mumbles against my skin before he flattens his tongue against me.

i let out a quiet whimper as he works his way up to my clit, his tongue lazily swirling over it as i try to maintain some composure.

“good girl,” he whispers and when i look down part of me is ready to cum just at the sight of him staring up at me.

he’s never this vulnerable. this is just for me. everyone else is so afraid of him, but in the hours when nighttime and morning bleed together, he gets on his knees for me.

when he starts to suck on my clit my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling on it in an effort to keep him close as i let out barely audible whines.

he groans into my cunt, sending vibrations up my body.

he pins my hips beneath his arm and slides a finger inside me, and i moan as he curls it.

i feel the coil in my stomach constrict, and i’m whispering his name like a prayer.

“aaron aaron aaron please please please,” i cry out softly.

he looks up at me and nods, and just like that my cunt is spasming around him and i’m gripping the sheets.

as soon as i’m done, he’s all over me, kissing me as i pull his boxers down.

when he enters me, he gives me time to adjust and kisses my forehead before starting to set a brutal pace.

“you already fucked dumb?” he grunts as i pant desperately.

his hand is wrapped around my throat, lightly squeezing every so often.

“squeezing me so tight” he mutters as he delivers a particularly harsh thrust.

im whimpering, the overstimulation clouding my senses and leaving me incoherent.

his hips are snapping frantically, and when he reaches between us to start rubbing my clit i have to bite my lip so i don’t wake everyone up.

“you wanna cum?” he sneers at me as i nod frantically.

“well go on then,” he says as another orgasm overtakes me.

my cunt spasming around him triggers his own release, and he’s pulling out and cumming all over my stomach and thighs.

he rolls off of me and i curl into his side. he cautiously puts an arm around me.

“you make me wish i really was aaron.” he says quietly.

i tilt my head to look up at him.

“i know who i am and i know that i cant change. but you make me wanna try.”

i kiss him softly.

“i love you the way you are.”

he chuckles darkly.

“you’re a fool for that.”

[tragedygroupie]

gibson girl

there was so much blood.

i’d only seen photos of the crime scene, and i was still in shock. symbols carved into the archbishop’s chest. aaron’s face covered in blood.

i know he must’ve had a reason. the aaron i know would never have brutalized someone like that, not without a reason.

as soon as i read in the paper about rushman’s exploits, how he’d violated my friend so thoughtlessly, the fear and confusion i felt gave way to rage.

when vail reached out to me, saying that aaron would share some crucial information but only alone with me, i didn’t hesitate. whatever i could do to help him, i’d do.

when they opened his cell, i nearly crushed his lean body in a fierce embrace. he stiffened in my arms before hugging me back, his hands cautiously patting my back.

“i’m sorry if i worried you,” he says softly and my heart aches for him.

“you don’t have to apologize for anything aaron.” i respond.

we sit on the bed, knees barely touching.

“they said you’d only talk to me about it,” i venture.

he nods.

“how many times did it happen?” i ask softly.

“more times than i can count,” he says meekly. 
that anger bubbles up in me again, white hot and ready to burn everything to the ground.

“god, i don’t even blame you for doing it. that bastard got what was coming to him,” i say fiercely.

aaron’s eyes widen, and i fear i’ve upset him.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you,” i start as he puts a finger to my lips.

“you are interesting.” he says in a low voice.

“what do you mean?” i look at him, confused.

“out of all of aaron’s friends, you’re the only one with any… convictions.” he drawls slowly, as i furrow my brow.

“aaron what are you talking about?” i ask, and he laughs drily.

“aaron’s not here right now,” and suddenly it clicks.

vail warned me about this. roy.

i get off the bed and start backing away.

roy just chuckles lightly and follows me.

“you know, i see how you look at him. like you wanna protect him from everything bad in the world,” he says as he slowly walks towards me.

i keep backing away, freezing when my back hits the brick wall.

“isn’t that right, doll?” he taunts.

i shake my head slowly and he chuckles.

“don’t lie to me, you know it’s true. well, i’m already here to protect aaron, so you don’t have to worry about that. i’m more interested in YOU.” he says, his finger tracing my cheekbones.

“me?” i squeak.

he laughs darkly.

“yeah. you’re like an itch i can’t quite scratch. tell me doll, did you and aaron ever fuck?” he asks bluntly.

i shake my head frantically.

“go figure. i bet he wanted to though. girl like you, who wouldn’t?” he sneered.

“if you hurt me, i’ll scream,” i warn, trying to regain a semblance of control over the situation.

he shrugs.

“you can leave right now if you want. i’m not making you do anything. it’s up to you.”

i look at his cold blue eyes, trying to ignore the arousal growing inside my tummy. he leers back at me, his eyes raking up and down my body. he is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. i should scream. i should leave right now.

instead i slam my mouth against his.

he looks momentarily surprised, before he comes alive. his hands are in my hair, pulling so hard that i cry out, just so he can slip his tongue inside my mouth.

he moves his mouth down my neck, sucking so hard i know it’ll leave marks. his hands fumble with the tie of my dress, and when he finally manages to undo it my breasts spill out.

he rolls my nipples between his fingers, smirking when i whine. his cold fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing softly as his free hand gropes my chest.

he runs his hand up my thigh, stopping at my underwear line. i whine and try to jerk into his hand, but he has me pinned.

“are you gonna be a good girl?” he asks as he rubs me through my panties.

i nod quickly, desperate for his touch.

“so desperate” he says as he harshly sticks a finger inside me.

i lean back and shut my eyes, only for him to grab my face.

“keep your eyes on me doll, or i’ll stop,” he warns.

i train my eyes on his, occasionally darting down to look at his finger pumping in and out of me.

his other hand is still on my neck, squeezing firmly so i don’t forget who’s pulling the strings.

when he curls his finger i cry out, before he covers my mouth with the hand that was squeezing my neck.

“cant have the guards hearing you,” he mumbles as i moan into his palm.

he grins at me, adding another finger while simultaneously quickening the pace.

i feel the pressure building up in my tummy, and just before i let go he pulls his fingers away.

i whine into his hand and he chuckles.

“i want to feel you finish around me,” he explains and my eyes widen.

“you still wanna scream, pretty girl?” he taunts.

i shake my head as his thumb traces my lips.

he takes the fingers that were inside me and brings them to my mouth.

“suck,” he demands coarsely.

i open my mouth for him as he shoves his fingers inside, gagging me.

he smirks as i taste myself on his fingers, greedily watching me struggle before pulling out.

he looks at me expectantly, and that’s when i realize he wants me to jump.

“i don’t think you can hold me up, aaron,” i warn, before he rolls his eyes and picks me up.

i stifle a squeal before wrapping my legs around his waist, clinging to him for dear life.

he lines himself up with me, and when he enters me my eyes roll back into my head.

he sets a brutal pace, fucking me against the wall with a hand over my mouth so no one can hear me cry out.

“you like feeling used?” he taunts as i nod my head desperately.

“such a pretty, pathetic slut.” he grunts as he delivers a particularly hard thrust.

“can you even answer me, or are you too fucked out?” he sneers.

as he reaches between us to rub circles on my clit i feel myself start to get closer, his thrusts pushing me towards the edge.

“ ‘s gonna, i’m gonna”

“cum for me sweetheart.”

i feel my body spasm uncontrollably, and my cunt squeezing him triggers his own release as he paints my insides with white.

i cling to his body, wincing as he pulls out.

he sits me down on his bed, and helps me fix my dress, a glimmer of softness hinted in his eyes.

“i hope he wasn’t too rough with you” aaron starts, before i lean over and kiss him.

“it was just fine baby. more than fine.”