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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Good With All Three

Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only!, NSFW, Explicit Smut, I horny-watched this movie, so I horny-wrote this story, I make no apologies!, Never Have I Ever, Alcohol, Kissing, Ari’s Magnetizing Gaze, Hands, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Size Kink, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink (for him), Multiple Orgasms

Summary: You and Ari play a late night game of Never Have I Ever and things get very hands-on very quickly.

Word Count: 2.6k+

Tags: @bullet-prooflove @skittle479 @letsby

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“Never have I ever had sex in public.” Ari’s prompt leaves his lips as they curl into a smirk, their rosy color masked by the green beer bottle he nearly empties as he leans back in his seat, patiently awaiting your answer.

His questions continue to grow bolder with each sip he takes, ranging from ‘never have I eaten an insect’ to ‘never have I kissed a man’, and now to this. His eyes linger on yours a little bit longer as he draws the last few drops from his bottle, almost as if he can read your thoughts as soon as they darken. He holds your gaze until it finally breaks, venturing down to the patch of chest hair peeking out through his loosely buttoned collar.

You try your best not to envision him shirtless as you finally relent and take a defeated sip of your beer, giving yourself away.

“No shit?” He grins from ear to ear, setting his bottle down before quickly running his hands through his auburn locks. “I’m surprised.”

“Oh, really? Like you haven’t?” Surely someone as confident and attractive as Ari has ended up in a similar situation with someone in the past.

He shakes his head, sitting back up in his seat. “Too risky.” He grasps onto his bottle, examining its empty contents with a regretful sigh. “Gotta keep a low profile.”

“That makes sense.” You pause and think back on your experience in a JC Penny fitting room with your college boyfriend, remembering it with less fondness than you care to admit. “Mine was a long time ago, anyways.” You spin the base of your bottle between your fingers as one last drink swishes around inside it. “Back before all this.”

“Was it fun, at least?” He leans forward with an elbow on the table, a strand of hair falling in front of his eyes as his bottle nearly touches yours. “The thrill of it?”

You shrug your shoulders. “A little. It wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be, though.” You pretend not to notice as his knuckles brush against yours.

“Really? Why not?” His eyes have you again, the dim lighting of your fake resort matching them with the light blue denim of his shirt.

“It was a confined space, and even when he didn’t have that as an excuse… like most guys with big dicks, he didn’t really know how to use it.”

Ari gawks at you with genuine surprise, his eyebrows jumping up into his hairline as they wrinkle his forehead. “Has that been your general experience, or just with him?”

“Mostly everyone. They tend to rely on it too much, you know? And they aren’t very good with their hands or mouths, either.” You consider going into more detail about your past lovers but decide against it, the way he’s looking at you right now suggests a desire for more than historical knowledge.

“That’s a real shame.” He leans in close to you, barely whispering as the top two buttons of his shirt openly reveal his perfectly sculpted chest. “Because I’m big, and I’m pretty good with all three.”

Jesus Christ. He just came out and said it, didn’t he?

You blink a few times to properly register his words, a newfound heat brewing in your belly as you try your best to form a coherent thought. “A little cocky, aren’t we?” You manage to tease, your body picking up on his signals before your brain has the time to talk yourself out of it.

“More than a little.” He bites his lip and touches your knee with his fingertips, his thumb sliding swiftly beneath it. He grins as you try to stifle a gasp, the sudden act of intimacy shocking your touch-starved skin to the core as he gently encases your knee with his palm. He watches intently as you allow him to touch you, silently granting him permission to continue onward as you spread your legs even further apart.

“You don’t think women have lied to spare your feelings just because you’re hot?” You swallow hard and try to focus on the conversation as his hand ventures even further up your thigh, taking his time to close the gap between you.

“You think I’m hot?” He pushes the pads of his fingers toward your center, pressing them into your muscles as his thumb tickles the fine hair on the underside of your thigh.

“Maybe,” you whisper, just now noticing the rings of olive green that surround his pupils.

“Maybe?” He smiles, squeezing the bulk of your thigh as his thumb reaches the hem of your swimsuit. “I’m gonna need you to tell me the truth.” His tone shifts from playful to stern in a matter of seconds, tightening the muscles in your abdomen as he smooths his hand up your pelvis. “You think you can do that for me?” He brushes his thumb underneath the polyester just long enough to skim over your sensitive area.

“Uh huh,” you nod.

“I don’t want you to lie to me like all the other guys you’ve fucked.” He finds the tie on the side of your bikini bottom, pulling on the string that holds it together.

“Okay,” you start, trying your best not to hold your breath as his fingers warm your skin. “I definitely think you’re hot.”

“That’s good.” He unfastens the bow on your hip, his other hand pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as the back of your swimsuit falls onto the seat of your chair. “I think you’re hot, too.” He moves his hand across your hips to the opposite bow, unfastening it in nearly half the time. “Now if only there was a way we could solve both of our problems.”

“If only,” you whisper. You look down and watch him pull the unfastened swimwear off your body, instinctively scooting to the edge of your seat as his skilled fingers find themselves between your folds before you even have a chance to ask.

“Can you be honest?” He curls a finger under your chin and forces you to look up at him, spreading your other lips apart before teasing your clit with his index finger.

“Yes,” you nod your head as he deepens his touch, rubbing it up and down as your moisture begins to collect beneath it.

“Promise me you won’t fake it?” He looks down at his hand for a split second as he sends tiny little pulses of pleasure into your skin, smirking as your breath stills in your chest.

“I promise.” You can barely speak, his intense eye contact and skilled fingers quickly proving your theory wrong as each upward motion intensifies the bliss shooting up into your core.

“I don’t want you to worry about hurting my feelings.” He moves his fingers down the length of your folds, gliding them easily inside your walls as he cradles the back of your head, his lips merely inches from yours. “I can take it.”

“Okay,” you moan into the space between you, grasping onto the loose denim of his shirt as he pushes his digits in even deeper, his knuckles now flush against your skin.

“Tell me what you want.” He reiterates, curling his fingers up and toward him, pressing against that bundle of nerves in order to pull you in closer like a fish on a hook. The legs of your chair screech across the tile floor, almost deafening the both of you as he draws you near, your entire body taking the bait as he repeats the motion over again. “Tell me.”

“I need you to touch me here.” You reach your hand down and grab his thumb, lifting it up and placing it on your clit.

He smiles at your instruction, doing as he’s told before finally leaning in to close the gap between your lips. That stale, faint flavor of beer mixes in with the sea salt still on his skin as you breathe him in, savoring his lips and tongue as they explore your mouth with more fervor than any other lover you could bother to remember. That moan of yours turns into a needy whine as he presses on that special spot from both ends, massaging you from the inside out as his thumb sends signals of immeasurable ecstasy up through your spine and into your brain.

He kisses his way down your lips and chin, his beard scratching your jawline as he moans in return against you, reacting to your silky walls clenching down around his fingers. His mouth leaves a trail of fire down your neck and shoulders, his tongue and lips marking nearly every inch of your chest and stomach with his saliva until he pushes his own chair backward while getting onto his knees.

Instead of pulling his fingers out of you, he keeps his steady rhythm going inside your slick. He looks up at you with intermittent glances of salacious pride as he presses his lips against your inner thighs, sucking scattered bruises into both of them as you softly moan his name. “I don’t want you to say my name again until you come, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, running your hands through his hair as he lifts your leg over his shoulder before diving in completely.

Every bold claim he's made up until now proves to be more than true as he licks a tantalizing stripe up each side of your dripping wet length. He slows his fingers’ pace inside of you, removing his thumb from that special spot only to quickly replace it with his hungry mouth. You try not to sigh too loudly as he laps you up, those eyes of his glancing up from time to time through strands of hair that fall in front of his face as his tongue flicks up and down in a delicately delicious pattern. A mixture of short and long strokes sends signals of euphoria throughout your body, like dots and dashes on the telegraph sending a complete and layered message into your brain until it reaches every inch of your fingers and toes, curling them in on themselves in sheer delight.

You grab a fistful of his hair as you feel yourself shudder, locking onto his eyes as he doubles down, tasting every bit of your flesh as your inner walls clamp down around his knuckles like a vice. You tug on his scalp, holding his head in place as you ride out your orgasm with his name on your lips, gyrating your hips against the tip of his nose as he continues to devour you like a starved man who hasn’t eaten in days.

“Ari!” You finally cry out as the pleasure nearly encompasses you entirely, wreaking so much havoc on your nerves and skin that you’re unsure if you can physically tolerate any more of it. Without thinking, you lift your leg up even further as he refuses to relent, planting it on his shoulder before kicking him off of you and onto the floor.

“How am I doing so far?” He laughs, smirking as he lands backward onto his elbows, the light reflecting off of the clear coat of your arousal on his lips and beard.

“Jesus,” you start, unable to stop your body from shivering in the aftershock as he looks at you like that. “I mean… good, you’re doing good.”

“You’re not lying, are you?” He stands up from his spot on the floor and runs a hand through his hair, his erection more than prominent in his jeans as he approaches you.

Good god, you almost forgot about that part.

“No,” you admit, catching your breath as your muscles continue to shake. “Not after that.”

“I believe you.” He takes your hand and helps you up onto your wobbly feet, walking with you almost as if the two of you are dancing before picking you up and setting you down onto the dinner table in one fluid motion. Your weight pulls against the tablecloth, clinking the dishes together before Ari pushes them out of the way to make room for what he’s about to do.

You can’t help but keep your legs spread apart as he steps in between them, your palm finding its way down his chest and over his clothed cock before unfastening his jeans to finally reveal what’s underneath. “Holy shit.” Your mouth falls open as his dick springs up from the denim you pull down around his thighs, its length and girth more than matching the level of confidence he always seems to have.

“I told you.” He raises his eyebrows before leaning down to kiss your lips again, the tangy flavor of your cunt spreading to each and every one of your taste buds as he brushes his tongue against yours. You savor your own personal zest until you feel him smile and pull away, looking down and spitting on his palm to stroke himself. He grins as you watch him work on himself, cupping his head a few times before noticing your jaw dropping on the floor. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make it fit.”

You laugh in utter disbelief as he lines himself up with your opening, gliding the head of his cock over your clit a few more times just to watch you squirm as a deep, guttural moan brews in his chest. He finally decides to push himself in, that moan leaving his lips in little more than a whisper as he begins to fill you up, stretching your velvety walls to capacity. His breath hitches as he disappears between your folds, guiding himself in deeper with more ease than you thought was humanly possible before he eventually bottoms out.

You whine as he holds himself there for a minute, glancing up at you to make sure you’re okay before taking his time to pull out and thrust back into you, giving your muscles room to adjust before he starts chasing his own pleasure. He lets go of himself as he rocks into you, cradling the back of your head as the wooden table beneath you creaks louder with each consecutive movement of his hips. He keeps his other hand on your hip, holding you in place as he drills himself into you, breathing heavily into your kiss as trails of sweat drip down his chest, soaking little droplets onto the fabric of his shirt.

He growls against your lips as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in as close as possible as he feeds your body with a visceral pleasure you weren’t entirely sure existed until now. Keening against him as he continues to fill you up, your overstimulated flesh tightens around him in a rapturous wave that seems to flood your senses even more than it had before. You can feel it rush its way through you, seizing every muscle in your entire body as it squeezes the release right out of him, forcing him to twitch and spasm into your blissful heat. He grunts with his last push inside of you, grabbing onto your ass to get as deep as he can, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as he coats your inner walls with his orgasm.

He kisses your lips and forehead as he sputters inside of you, keeping himself between your legs as he memorizes how good the sensation of your muscles feels around him before slowly pulling out. “Did I…,” he runs a hand through your hair as he catches his breath, all the blood rushing up to his lips and cheeks. “Did I change your mind?”

“Yeah,” you manage to whisper, continuing to hold him close. “Yeah, you did.”

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Baby Fever [Emily x Reader]

Photo Credits Left and Right (@meditando-en-paris) Center (@emily12o1970)

Prompt: The reader asks Emily if she wants to have a baby together. While this is a surprise, Emily has a little question of her own for the reader.

Pairing: [established relationship] Emily x Non-BAU!reader. The Reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 6.8K

Content Warnings: Slight angst, talk of getting pregnant, food and alcohol are mentioned, implied intimacy, discussion of politics. If I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: Hi all! I’m so sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted any fics in a while. The end of the semester has been wildly busy. However, I return with an Emily fic for @imagining-in-the-margins March and April writing challenge. I made my own prompt that is, a member of the couple isn’t sure they’ll make a good parent; they are reassured by a friend that they will be perfect. This is a continuation of my Moschino and Muddy Water series. You can find parts one, two, three, and four here (linked) You can read this as a stand-alone as well, you just need to know the reader works for a senator. This story kind of humbled me and challenged me as it took a long time to write and I needed to do lots of edits on it. But that is a good reminder for me. Writing can be hard, but it is worth the result to see you can come what you can come up with. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Love Levi - ❤️

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y/n = your name

y/s/t = your skin tone

_y/f/s_ = your favorite scent

Emily walked into the living room of her apartment. y/n and she had recently repainted it a neutral beige that Derek had described as “sad sand” at brunch with Penelope, Spencer, JJ, and Will last month. y/n had nearly choked on her drink as he made the remark. It had been y/n’s idea to repaint their space to a more relaxing color. When y/n had suggested it, Emily had said, “Oh, what brought this on lover? Wasn’t it you last week who mentioned the security deposit on this place?” Em liked teasing y/n about these things because y/n was always a little more impulsive about things. Their dynamic remained light despite the hectic nature of their jobs. The ability to relax and joke in their off time kept both y/n and Prentiss sane. However, they were good at reading each other, most of the time. When things felt heavy or the job was pushing them to the edge of a breakdown, the jokes and teasing went out the window.

Only once had y/n made a joke in poor taste about a case that Emily had not yet fully described, and the tall brunette had snapped. y/n had looked at her girlfriend with shock. Prentiss never spoke to her in this tone nor with the angry expression she had on her face. The silence in the room after Emily's outburst was deafening. Emily instantly felt guilty for how she had reacted. Prentiss cleared her throat and tried to apologize, but y/n said, “Save it. I need a minute.” y/n had moved back to their room and closed the door, and burst into tears. ‘A minute’ turned out to be a long sleepless night for the couple. y/n tossed and turned and wondered if she was overreacting and what she had missed about Emily when she came in with her go-bag. She had seemed fine to y/n as she came in with a smile and normal attitude. Meanwhile on the couch, Emily wondered why she had reacted with such venom. y/n was only trying to lighten the mood, and she hadn’t said how horrible she felt. If she had, Emily knew y/n would hug her and kiss her and make her feel better inside of cracking a joke. Prentiss sat up and looked out the open window onto to the street as a few cars drove by. Emily wondered what brought those driving out so late. Who were they and where they were going? She wondered if they were happy. She slumped back into the couch cushions and missed the warmth of y/n’s snuggled up in front of her and the cool feel of their sheets over them.

In the morning, both Em and y/n had gotten up at the same time. Prentiss moved into their room which she found unlocked. y/n looked up at her. Em could see that she had been crying and the lack of sleep on y/n’s face. Before Prentiss could say anything, y/n stated, “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m sorry for how I acted. Immature and like a child. You didn’t deserve that.” Emily dropped her head and replied, “I’m sorry too. It was wrong of me to shout at you like that. You were just trying to make me happy.” y/n swallowed and said, “I was, but I must have been missing something. Would you tell me about the case, or what caused you to act like that?”

Prentiss nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed taking y/n’s hand in hers. “Yes. Let me explain. Thank you for giving me the time and care to listen.” After a long conversation, the pair set up some boundaries about not keeping things inside after cases for Emily and taking time to check in after she got home for y/n. y/n knew Emily had been acting okay, but in reality, she wasn't. y/n noted that if she was in Emily’s shoes, she might want to laugh after work and a case and y/n thought Emily might feel the same way. So after they had talked and kissed and made up, they both felt a bit crusty and decided to take a shower together.

It felt wonderful as Emily’s strong hands moved down her y/s/t’ed shoulders and back. The soap suds moved down y/n’s back and Prentiss rubbed them over her lush behind and thighs. y/n sighed into the touch. When Emily had finished rinsing y/n off, y/n turned and had Em face the water. y/n placed a dollop of her shampoo that smelled of rose and juniper berry in her palm. Prentiss smiled as y/n’s fingers brushed through her silky dark strands of hair massaging her scalp and then making sure that all of her locks were coated in shampoo before turning Em to rinse off her shoulder-length hair. After a few more minutes the water started running tepid, and y/n and Emily got out and dried off. They spent the rest of the Saturday morning lounging around and getting coffee from the fancy place two blocks over. It felt lovely to be back and not have an argument hanging over them. As y/n opened the door for Prentiss, she thought about how they worked together. They had their moments and arguments like any couple, but all in all, they were steady. It seemed that steady was something new to both of them, and it made them happy and secure in one another. It had made y/n so happy and secure that it had got her thinking about roots, about the future.

A few weeks later, y/n woke up early and realized that Emily was up. She snapped her laptop shut. The sound had Em turn around and look at y/n with just a hint of concern in her dark eyes. y/n smiled and got out of her seat saying, “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” Emily’s face broke into a soft smile and she replied, “I slept well. I love it when you’re the big spoon. It makes me sleep like a baby.” y/n got up and wrapped Em in a hug and whispered in her ear, “Well, I’ll have to do that more often then.” y/n inhaled her smell and tried to hide the blush on her face before pulling back and saying, “Do you want some breakfast and coffee? Or maybe a mimosa. I feel like cooking something if you want.” Prentiss nodded and said, “I think I could go for some blueberry or chocolate chip waffles if you’re down to make them.” y/n nodded and replied, “Of course. What are we feeling for drinks?” Em let out a small laugh and said, “Well, how about I make us lattes and you pop open some prosecco? We’ve still got juice in the fridge too. I’ll get the glasses.” y/n nodded knowing that Emily didn’t like popping corks -- a quirk that y/n thought was so cute. Em turned away to get the fluted glasses for the mimosas and while her back was turned she considered how y/n had been acting the last few days. It was like she was holding some secret. When y/n’s computer was in front of her, y/n always seemed to close it quickly or move it so she couldn’t see the screen. It wasn’t only that. Sometimes she was on the phone and talking quietly to someone she didn’t know. The pit in Emily’s stomach grew. And yet when she looked back at y/n who was humming her new favorite song while pulling eggs out from the middle row of the fridge.

This was so unlike y/n to hide things from her. When it had first happened, Emily thought that maybe y/n was cheating but that wasn’t something that y/n would do unless she had really misread her girlfriend and their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. This bothered Prentiss because she was planning on asking y/n to marry her in a month on their second anniversary. Even if things weren’t good with them, which y/n’s behavior indicated otherwise, Prentiss was uncomfortable with y/n hiding things from her. Em had a good way of feeling out people, and y/n had seemed more excited to be with her recently, so all of the messages both verbal and nonverbal were throwing her for a loop. Prentiss was going to talk to JJ and Penelope about it on Monday to see if they had any insight into what was going on. At this point, y/n and the rest of the girls on the BAU were thick as blood. Em took a breath and decided to not let her self-doubt ruin their relationship. She had let that happen before, and even though it had turned out to be a good thing, Emily didn’t want to do that here. She loved y/n, and she knew y/n loved her. If y/n needed to tell her something, Emily knew she would, even if it was something difficult to hear. Prentiss fixed her face and took a breath before setting the glasses on the counter for y/n who leaned in and gave her a kiss before she moved to the coffee maker.

y/n started mixing up the waffle batter. y/n didn’t like keeping things from Emily, but this was such a big subject to even bring up, and she wanted to have all of the facts beforehand. Not so that she could try and argue her point with Emily, but so she was sure it was what she wanted. But the more y/n looked at their options of getting pregnant, the firmer y/n was about her desire to start a family with Em. It was a conversation they had had before. A shared desire to have kids and raise them in a house full of love and tenderness that neither y/n nor Emily had had as children growing up on opposite sides of the globe. So the topic of wanting kids wouldn’t be a shock, just how quickly y/n was bringing it up. And if Emily said she needed more time, y/n would wait, but she couldn’t deny that her baby fever was growing thanks to JJ’s pregnancy and some recent laws passing. The whole idea made y/n’s stomach flutter in both delight and worry. Thankfully y/n was almost ready to tell Em, and again there would be no secrets to hold, just a future to plan, whatever that looked like for them.

The following Monday at work, Emily found Penelope in her office with its room full of screens and trinkets. Prentiss smiled at how Garcia’s personality shone through wherever she was. Em found the tech whizz inspirational in that way and many others. Garcia was busy typing something on her laptop and Emily had called her name twice already. Without any other options apart from pulling the plug on one of Penelope's babies, Emily tapped her on the shoulder instead. The genius shot out of her seat and Prentiss was eternally grateful that Gacria wasn’t holding one of her large cups of soda. “My God Emily, are you trying to get me out of my skin?” Penelope retorted when she had caught her breath. Em smiled and said, “It was that, or pull the plug on your computer. I thought you’d appreciate the latter. I did call your name twice.” Garcia let out a shaky laugh and said, “Okay, well lord, I have to stop listening to music so loud when I’m at work. Hotch got mad at me for it once already and somehow he’s always right because I don’t want to be scared like that again. So what brings you to my cave today dear? Need me to cast a love spell on you?” Prentiss laughed and replied, “Well I’m okay on that front. A clarification spell might be more in order. Are you back on the RPG game again?” Garcia blushed and said, “Maybe, maybe not. Anyhow, does the team need my presence?” Em nodded her head no, sat down on the ledge of Penelope's table, and said, “Not right now. I was just wondering if y/n had talked to you recently. She’s been acting kind of strange in the last three weeks and I just wanted to know if she has something planned?”

Penelope was buzzing in her seat because she had an answer but had promised y/n that she wouldn’t say anything to Emily about it. y/n had discreetly asked around the office if anyone knew someone who had IVF treatments before and would be willing to talk candidly about the process, how much it cost, and the pros and cons of the procedure. The only other person who did know someone who had gone through In Vitro Fertilization was Rossi, but Dave didn’t think that person would want to discuss such an intimate part of their lives with a stranger, even if it was a friend of his. However, Penelope had a good friend named Shayla back from her college days who was now a happy single mom and had moved to the Virginia area last year for a new job with her little boy. y/n had met Shayla once before, and when Garcia brought her up as a possibility, y/n almost begged her to ask Shayla if she was comfortable talking about the long process. When Pen brought it up in their next catch-up call, Shayla happily agreed to share her knowledge. She had done plenty of research before deciding to move forward with having a child on her own, understood the great sacrifice and fears that could come with it, and was happy to give any helpful information she had. Of course, this conversation had prompted Penelope to ask y/n why she was asking and y/n had revealed that she was thinking of asking Emily to have a baby with her. Garcia had freaked out, jumping up and down in excitement. y/n had to stop her from running out of the room and shouting at anyone that her friend was getting pregnant. Once the blonde analyst had settled down, y/n took a breath and said, “Now Penelope. I know you’re excited but I’m just in the research stage which sounds calculated when I put it like that, I haven’t told Emily about this yet and I need to be sure I feel confident before I spring this on her. Could you please please, please not tell her?” Garcia nodded seriously and said, “My lips are sealed. I pinky promise.” y/n let out a sigh of relief.

But as Garcia was faced with Emily now, it wasn’t as easy as telling y/n her secret was safe. It was threatening to burst out of her seams and she needed to come up with an excuse fast or risk losing a dear friend in y/n. Penelope cleared her throat and said, “Hey, Em. I kinda stayed up all night playing that game and well as you can see I’m running numbers for Stan’s team….” She gave her best pleading eyes that seemed to work on everyone. Prentiss let out a soft laugh and replied, “Alright, What flavor do you want grape, Cola, or orange?” Pen smiled brightly and said, “Orange, please. You are a lifesaver!” Emily patted her on the top of her blond head and said, “Well just hope Hotch or JJ doesn’t call a new case while I’m gone. You should get someone to install controls or something on your system at home to stop you from staying up twenty-four-seven.” Garica scoffed, looked at Emily’s retreating form, and said, “Baby, if anyone could crack into my harddrive, I’d let them.” As Emily moved out of the office and toward the 7-11 to get Penelope’s soda, she felt relieved. Not that she fully believed nothing was happening with y/n, but if the team hadn’t noticed anything, then, it made her feel better. Once Emily was out of sight, Penelope whipped out her phone and texted y/n: “Emily is asking questions, baby girl. I’d start thinking about asking her soon or she might find out what you’re doing.”

The week moved by quickly with lots of paperwork for Emily and the start of a new campaign cycle for y/n who moaned about it as much as possible without being annoying to Em. It didn’t help that the senator y/n worked with had gotten themselves into another scandal that was rocking their office and party. When y/n was going on a rant about corruption on Friday night Emily hugged her from behind, kissed her temple, and said, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I know it’s annoying, but you're good at your job even if it’s a bad system. But that doesn’t make you bad.” y/n relaxed into Prentiss’s embrace. y/n let out a sigh and said, “I’m sorry for going off. I know it’s annoying.” Emily nuzzled her face into y/n’s neck to relax her further as she whispered, “Don’t apologize y/n. Work can be agonizing sometimes, I know that as much as anyone. If it bothers me I'll tell you. Now, how about we do something fun tomorrow? We could get brunch at that place we like in midtown. You know the place where you asked me out officially?” y/n’s face broke out into a smile and she said, “I’d love that Em. Sorry if I’ve been a little distant right now. I’ve been thinking about some things and I want to share them with you in the morning. It’s nothing bad or anything, but something I just want to discuss with you. You’re everything to me love, and I’m so happy we’re together.” Prentiss’s heart fluttered knowing that y/n was finally going to tell her what was going on. Her words were reassuring, that it ‘wasn't’ bad’ or ‘anything bad about her,’ but even so, her nerves sang inside as they both headed to bed.

In the morning, y/n woke up slightly early for a Saturday and got into a hot shower. She washed her body in _y/f/s_ed body wash. She then moved to her hair and shampooed and conditioned it. Lastly y/n shaved so her legs were smooth. When she stepped out of the shower, Emily was up. y/n walked into their room in a towel, and Em looked up from the bed, Her brown eyes got wider and she said, “Well, good morning, love?” y/n smiled and said, “Morning sweetheart.” y/n dropped her towel, and lazily crawled on the bed. Emily followed her with her eyes and her tongue slipped out of her mouth and wetted her lower lip subconsciously. y/n grinned and moved over Emily’s body and kissed her gently at first and then with more passion. Em snaked her hands around y/n’s hips. Once y/n’s tongue was slipped into Emily’s mouth, her fingers moved to y/n’s hair and tugged it gently at the root. After y/n and Prentiss were desperate for air, y/n pulled away and moved onto her knees before saying, “Maybe we should get dressed or we’ll miss brunch sweetheart.” Emily whined and said, “Do we have to?” y/n laughed and replied, “I think so. I’m in need of a good mimosa and waffle. Plus, we can get right back to this when we get back if we want.” Emily sat up and brushed her thumb over y/n’s jaw before saying, “Alright love. Give me a few minutes to get ready and we can go. It’s good if we go sooner though because you know how crazy that place gets after 11:00.” y/n nodded in agreement as she moved to the closet to pick out a spring dress and some matching jewelry while Emily used the bathroom and vanity to get ready. Emily chose a pink jumpsuit that fit her curves perfectly and was strapless showing off her lovely shoulders and neck.

y/n and Emily got to the restaurant before the big rush and were seated outside at a quiet corner table surrounded by a fence and hedge that gave the space a cool and calm feeling away from the bustle inside and the rush of cars outside. A waiter came and got their drink orders and while he was there, Emily and y/n also ordered pain au chocolat. Emily got a glass of white wine and y/n got a pomegranate mimosa, and they both got coffee. The lean man noted what they wanted and moved away. The wait time at this spot was longer giving people time to relax and talk. y/n looked at Emily wondering if she should start the conversation. Emily returned y/n’s smile, her face looking radiant in the glow of the midmorning sun. Prentiss shifted in her seat and said, “You’ve been looking so happy the last few days. Whatever it is you have to tell me I just want to say I’m so happy to see you like this. I wish every day could be like this. That there wasn’t the stress or worry of our jobs looming over us. But you make me feel safe and seen every day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Once Emily said the words aloud, the idea in her head sprang so full and bright that she felt like she might be bowled over by a small breeze. The idea had been there for a few months but she hadn’t planned it. Certainly hadn’t even dreamed of it being like this, but it felt so right. When she looked over at y/n who was clearly saying something, Emily thought for a brief moment that she might be looking at the sun, blinding it it’s light and radiance. Prentiss cleared her throat and mind and finally heard y/n repeat, “Are you alright darling? You were in your own world there for a second.” Emily nodded now knowing what she was going to do and said, “Yeah I’m good. I just had an idea. So I suppose I have something to tell you too. But you go first. What was it you were wanting to tell me today that you’ve been so secretive about?” y/n blushed and felt better now that they both were going to say something, though she had no idea what Emily had up her sleeve. y/n replied, “Well why don’t you go first.” Prentiss shot back teasingly, “No you first.” They repeated this one more time before they both blurted out at the same time:

“I want to have a baby with you.”

“I want to marry you.”

When Emily and y/n both registered what the other had said they were stunned into silence. y/n felt her chest tighten with emotions that threatened to bubble over. She composed herself first and asked in awe, “Emily Prentiss, are you proposing to me right now?” Emily took a shallow breath in at what y/n had said about wanting a baby and y/n’s question and, she said, “I am, sweetheart. It just felt right right now. I don’t want to spend another day without you being mine in the most real way possible. Time just goes by so fast and as soon as we know it we’ll both be grey and have bad knees. We’re both gone so often from each other so I’d like you to be mine if you’re willing to be. y/n, will you marry me?” Emily got out of her chair and onto one knee. Again she was glad they were in a quieter part of the restaurant. y/n nodded her head yes and fell to her knees next to Em embracing her in a hug and saying, “Yes, Oh of course I will. I love you so much, I want my whole life with you.” They both stayed there for a moment on the brick floor before Emily raised her head from y/n’s shoulder wiping her own eyes of the salty liquid at her corneas before pulling back and helping y/n to her feet. They hugged properly with a tight embrace that said they would never be apart for longer than they had to be, and even when they were apart, they would still be together. Em pulled back and said, “I’m sorry I don’t have a ring for you, but it just felt right to ask you now. I promise I’ll get you one that’s just perfect.” y/n smiled and said, “I know whatever you pick out will be perfect love.” She leaned in and planted her mouth on Emily’s and they both let go of each other with a feeling of lightness and ecstasy that neither had expected this morning in bed. Just as they both sat down, the waiter returned with their pastries and drinks on a tray. He set all the plates and glasses down and said he’d be back in a bit to see if they needed anything else.

Once he had gone, y/n and Emily raised their glasses to their engagement and y/n said, “To the best fiance I could ever ask for!” As they clinked glasses Em added, “And to my favorite person in the whole world.” They both took sips of their drinks and what y/n had said resurfaced to the front of Prentiss’s mind after the euphoria of y/n saying yes to her proposal dimmed slightly. Em leaned forward and asked, “y/n you want to have a baby?” y/n flushed and nodded sheepishly. Suddenly talking to Emily about this made her feel nervous. With a steadying breath y/n replied, “Not just a baby Em. I want to have your baby. I’ve been researching reciprocal IVF. Looking up what the procedure is like for both parties, how expensive it is, and where there are clinics nearby that we could visit and consult with. I even went as far as talking to some people who’ve done it before to see how their experience was for them. That’s what I’ve been researching for the last few weeks. And I know this sounds so fast. Like I’m rushing. I don’t mean to pressure you into making a choice now or next week or month or even year. I just want you to know that I’d love to build a life with you. A life that might include children in the future if that’s something you're interested in. I just wanted to have all the facts I could about what that would possibly be like before springing something this big on you” Emily absorbed the information and took a sip of her drink. She said with a smile, “Look at you doing your research. Not that you don’t research, but I think we’re rubbing off on each other. You’re making me more comfortable in making big moves like proposing while I’m making you research a topic as much as possible.” y/n laughed and said, “Well, I guess that makes us pretty compatible, huh.” Emily chuckled and continued to think about what y/n had just said.

It wasn’t something they had talked about recently, but children was a topic of discussion they had had and it made Emily relieved to know that y/n left that secure in their relationship that it was something she was seriously thinking about. Now that they were engaged, it only made more sense, even though y/n couldn’t have known that coming into today. For a moment Emily pictured y/n cradling their baby, and then a toddler running around their apartment, and the child grown up and going off to school. Prentiss pulled herself from the film playing in her head. As lovely an image as it was, it was a lot to think about. She lifted her eyes up to y/n’s nervous gaze. Prentiss moved her right hand to y/n’s and held it across the table saying, “I think that’s a beautiful idea y/n. It is a lot to think about. I do appreciate that you’re comfortable enough to tell me something that’s really important to you. Would you mind if I give it some time to think through?” y/n squeezed Emily’s palm and replied, “Take all the time you need love. There’s no rush.” Prentiss felt a surge of warmth move through her not associated with the fact that she was sitting in the sun. Having someone as passionate and who understood her so well was the best thing that could have happened to her. Emily did wonder if something had prompted y/n into her desire for children. She’d never been one to have baby fever before now and the shift was interesting to her.

Emily watched y/n sip her drink and relax in her chair a bit. Prentiss asked, “Sweetheart, what sparked your desire for kids if anything? Or did it just sort of happen?” y/n sighed and said, “It’s been coming for a while I think, but things have made it speed up for me I suppose.” Emily nodded her head as if to say, “Keep going, love.” y/n placed her palms flat on the table and continued, “I guess that so much crazy stuff has been happening in the country recently. I know you know that. We both do as we work in the government, but the upturning of Roe V. Wade and all the crazy abortion bans popping up all over the place. I suppose I just don’t want to be too late. Like one day we both decided it was time and by then we didn’t even have that option. I don’t mean to sound melodramatic or to push you in any way, we have time, it’s just made me prioritize some things in my life that I hadn’t given too much thought to before now. I mean if Alabama can almost stop IVF then I’m afraid of what might come after that. I suppose having a child became more important to me the more things like that happen here.”

Emily gave a soft smile, she could more fully see where y/n was coming from and it made sense with her personality. Em moved her hand across the table and stroked her cheek gently before saying, “That makes sense darling. I’m going to have to think about it for a while before we do anything, but maybe when we get home, you can tell me a bit more about the process, and the cost. If we commit to something like this we’re going to need to be saving for some time.” y/n chuckled and said, “Take all the time you need darling. We can save money for that and a wedding too.” Emily paused and said, “Do you mind if I don’t tell the team right away about the engagement? I just want to get a ring and have it be a bit more put together because once I tell them, we’re going to be swamped with questions from JJ, Garcia, and Rossi.” y/n snorted and covered her mouth at how accurate Emily was. She could picture that conversation happening and how Garica would pounce on Em and then how she’d get ten calls for Penelope and then some texts and another call from Dave congratulating her. Since y/n had gotten to know the team more, Rossi had become a father figure which made her heart warm. y/n replied, “Yes, of course sweetheart. That will be a day to remember. Almost as exciting as getting to say yes to you Mrs. Prentiss.”

Shortly after this their waiter came back and got them a second round of drinks and they ordered some plates to share. The weekend flew by as always, and Emily showed up at Quantico with an excited air about her. The team slowly rolled into the bullpen on work days like they normally did. Em and JJ passed through security at the same time, and JJ who was now very pregnant asked Prentiss, “You seem preoccupied today. Is something up?” Emily tried to stay cool and said, “Nope, well apart from the fact that y/n and I had a late night last night.” Em gave JJ a wink and JJ shot her a sly smile replying, “Well that would make you pretty tired I suppose.” Emily laughed and the two women moved up to their floor. Prentiss hadn’t been lying about y/n and her last night. They’d spent a few pleasurable hours both in the shower and the bed solidifying their bond. Telling one truth and omitting two others felt better than a flat-out lie. Emily was a mix of emotions today and it did make her feel and perhaps look different which she was trying to hide. She was incredibly happy about the unofficial engagement but nervous about y/n’s question. It was more than a question, it was a whole new part of their life if they pursued it. Emily spent a good deal of the morning telling Spencer and Penelope that nothing was wrong and that she was fine but tired. Even Aaron gave her a look saying that he knew something was up. But Hotch didn’t always have the time for gossip and he trusted and knew Em enough that if she was having a serious problem, she could come to him anytime night or day. By lunch time, Prentiss felt a little bit more emotionally drained than she had coming into work. She hardly noticed Derek sneak in behind her to use the microwave when her leftover pasta was finished reheating.

Morgan said over the hum of the microwave, “So you told Spence and Garcia everything is fine and you gave Hotch that look that it’s all cool and they left you alone, but you're one of the most put-together people on the team and something is off. Keeping secrets is a burden and I’d think you’d like at least one person to know what’s playing in your mind on repeat. Listen if we go on a case or something then it might make you slower. Would you please tell me what’s going on? I won’t tell anyone else. You know I’m also good at keeping a secret.” Derek’s appearance startled Emily, and she jumped at his first few words but calmed quickly as she listened more intently to what he was saying. She bit the inside of her lip. The problem was she knew Derek was right and somehow that bothered her. However, Morgan would be as good a person to tell as any. Their bond was strong, but not as interwoven as the rest of the team. And he was good at keeping quiet. Prentiss deflated slightly and decided to be honest with Derek saying, “Okay but this stays between us, please?” Morgan nodded his consent and indicated for Em to continue. Emily thought of the proposal but knew the issue that was bugging her was what she should say. Finally, she stated, with a slow caution, “y/n wants to have a baby with me.”

That response was far from what Derek had been expecting, and he blinked a few times just to ensure he’d heard correctly. Slowly a smile crept to his face replying, “That’s amazing, Em!” Emily nodded lightly and Derek was confused as to why she wasn’t showing the same joy he was. He cleared his throat lightly and asked, “Do you not want that Emily?” Prentiss let out a long sigh and said what she’d been thinking about since last night: “I do think I want kids in time. And y/n and I have talked about that before now. We talked about it before we became serious.” Derek was confused by her hesitation and asked, “Is y/n like, rushing you into this?” Emily nodded no and replied, “No not at all. She knows me too well for that. She did a bunch of research beforehand and told me there wasn’t any rush. And also that if kids wasn’t something I was interested in she and I could talk about it.” This reply left Derek even more confused and he scratched the back of his head. Finally, Morgan asked, “So, why are you upset exactly?” Em came out with it and said, “What if I’m a bad mom? I can see y/n being the most loving and caring parent in the world, but my track history with my mother just doesn’t indicate that I’m going to be that competent a parent.”

When Emily got to the point of contention, Derek couldn’t help but chuckle, and Prentiss lightly slapped his board arm and said, “Don’t laugh at me, Morgan.” Derek managed to stop his chuckling and say, “I’m mainly laughing at your wording, Em. I don’t think any parent would say they are ‘competent.’ And if you’re going to question me on that, ask Hotch if he thinks he’s a competent parent with Jack or JJ with her baby. I swear no one has it all figured out.” Emily was still hesitant and Derek continued, “Emily no matter what you decide it’s going to be the right thing. I know you and y/n won’t jump into anything, but if you ask me, I think you’ll make a fantastic parent.” Emily could tell that Morgan was no longer joking and she asked, “Why do you say that?” She was genuinely curious to hear how he would answer. Morgan leaned against the wall and replied, “Well you could just call it intuition, but the other sign to me is how in tune with yourself and y/n you are. You notice things about everyone, especially y/n. If you decide to have a kid together that will be the most loved child ever. You may not have it all figured out, but with how much you care about each other, I know you and y/n will figure out the rest. You’ll be a great Mom Em.” Emily felt her heart warm slightly and the original image of a child running around her and y/n’s apartment, or the park, or a variety of other idyllic scenes came back in a rush. She knew this wasn’t always going to be the reality, but she felt encouraged and replied to Morgan, “Thanks, Derek. I appreciate that. And thanks for letting me ramble.” Derek smiled again and was happy to see Emily happy. He said, “You got it Em. And my lips are sealed.” Emily felt much better the rest of the day having one person know what she was thinking about. It helped so much that after she had talked about it, she found it much easier to work.

It was a few weeks later as Prentiss had found the right ring for y/n, and she and y/n had talked about breaking that set of news to the team that Emily came up behind y/n who was standing at the kitchen counter. Prentiss hugged y/n gently from behind and said softly in her ear, “y/n, I want to try. I want to try for a baby with you.” y/n froze and then turned around slowly in Emily’s arms and said, “Really?” Emily nodded and replied, “Really baby. I want some time before we go for it, but I want to be with you.” y/n felt her eyes well with tears of happiness. Her life had felt so empty and barren before she met Emily. Now life felt so full. She was getting married to the best woman ever, and they were planning a family. A lot was yet to come in their journey, but for now, everything was perfect. As the tears started rolling, y/n mouthed, “I love you so, so much Emily,” as she leaned in with her tear-stained face and kissed Em with all the love she could give. Emily wrapped her arms around y/n and kissed her back. Yes, time went quickly, but together they would make the most of every minute there was between them and the family they were planning.

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hlstead · 6 months

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hey! I was wondering if you could write peeta mellark with prompt 6 (fluff)? thank you!!!

my sweetest - peeta mellark x reader

warnings: no use of YN

all of my works are poc friendly

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The soft glow of dawn painted the room with a delicate palette of colors, and I stirred in the warmth of Peeta's embrace. I found myself wrapped in the quiet sanctuary of our shared space.

Peeta's steady breaths and the rhythmic beating of his heart provided a soothing backdrop to the morning light filtering through the curtains. As my eyes fluttered open, I realized we were tangled in a comfortable intimacy that transcended the harsh reality.

I shifted slightly, not wanting to disturb the serenity of the moment, and Peeta's arms tightened around me in response. A contented smile graced my lips as I nestled closer, savoring the connection that held us together.

In the soft hush of morning, I couldn't help but voice the unspoken question that lingered in the air.

"Do we really have to get up?" I murmured, my words barely louder than a whisper.

Peeta, still half-asleep, let out a gentle chuckle. His eyes, a shade of blue that mirrored the sky outside, met mine with a warmth that echoed the sunrise.

"Not if we don't want to," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

And so, we lingered in that cocoon of tranquility, wrapped in each other's arms. The morning unfolded in a languid dance of shared laughter, whispered conversations, and stolen kisses—moments that became precious fragments of time, shielding us from the harsh reality awaiting us outside.

As the sun ascended in the sky, casting a golden glow on our entwined forms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this stolen sanctuary. Peeta and I found solace in the simplicity of a morning that belonged to us alone.

#thg imagine #the hunger games imagine #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark imagine

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airas-story · 1 month

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since you asked for prompts: ironstrange within a winged!universe?

Stephen stared at the picture of Tony from before Afghanistan. He looked majestic with his dark wings flared behind him. Tony was only a few inches shorter than Stephen, but without wings he’d always felt… smaller.

Stephen traced the outline of the wings. The feathers would have been soft, well cared for. Tony would have had quality wing-care product.

Would Tony have let Stephen touch? Let him preen those golden-brown feathers with all the intimacy that required?

Tony had never touched Stephen’s wings. Stephen longed for it but didn’t know how to ask.

“Looking at my golden age?”

Stephen startled at Tony’s voice. He flinched back from the computer screen and turned. Tony leaned against the doorframe, watching him.

Tony’s eyes were the same color as the wings in the picture, rich brown with undertones of gold. Beautiful.

“Sorry. I…” didn’t have a good excuse.

“It’s fine,” Tony said. “I get that I’m a rarity.”

It was no excuse. Stephen had worked in a hospital, he’d had exposure to those who had, for one reason or another, lost their wings. He knew how painful a subject it could be. After his accident there had been concern that his own wings would need amputation. They’d healed, but even now Stephen’s left wing hurt with too much exertion. The cloak had kept him in the air more than once when the pain got bad.

“Do you miss them?” The question slipped out without permission.

“Sometimes.” Tony tapped the arc reactor. “I don’t let it keep me down.” It made light of the situation, but it had been a sensitive question. Tony’s gaze ran over Stephen’s tucked wings. Understanding flickered in his eyes. “You have beautiful wings, Stephen. They could use a good preen, though.”

Stephen’s heart jumped at the implied offer.

“Please.”

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salty-croissants · 4 months

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IK YOU'RE REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, BUT PLEASE I BEG OF YOU, NEW YEAR'S KISS. RAYMAN, RAMON, BULLFROG PLESSEEEEE

Thank you for the request ! Sorry it took so long -

I had the idea of doing this prompt right here for the New Year but ended up getting busy with other things and couldn’t do it in time , so I’m very happy I get to write for it now :D

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

< Can you believe it … ? A whole year just went by , don’t you feel like it didn’t last long enough ? >

< Oui …

Though time does tend to fly by a lot faster whenever I’m with you , mon amour ~ >

You couldn’t help but smile in front of Bullfrog’s comment , wrapping one arm around him as the two of you sat on the rooftop , waiting for the fireworks to sign the end of that very chaotic , very crazy year :

so much had happened , you had made so many memories fighting with the Ghosts … both good and bad … but all of them with your beloved frog by your side .

You laughed together … you suffered together … you fought against so many dangers and deadly times , and yet the bond between you never faltered .

You sighed , lost in your thoughts for some time , before Bullfrog excitedly pointed up …

< y/n , look ! >

And there they were :

colorful fireworks filled the night sky , some of them big enough to cover the entire city in a sudden , bright burst …

As much as you hated Eden , you had to admit that they had prepared quite a spectacle .

< Wow … !

I gotta say , they really do look beautiful ! >

< Mhm … c'est vrai ~ >

You turned around to look at your boyfriend , only to find him staring at you with those adoring eyes you loved so much …

< Pfft - I meant the fireworks , not me ! ~ >

< Heh , well I still stand by what I said : you have such lovely eyes , they shine way brighter than the fireworks tonight ~ >

Bullfrog had a smug smile on his face , as always more than happy to see you blush in front of his compliments , but before he could add anything more you suddenly leaned forward to meet his lips with yours for an unexpected , loving kiss .

< … happy New Year , Bullfrog ~ >

, you quietly whispered to him while pulling away to catch your breath .

The assassin stared back at you in awe , holding your face with both of his hands as the lights from above illuminated you both …

< Happy New Year … je t'aime tellement y/n , and I will love you always ~ >

Rayman 🧡

< Woah - Ray , did you see that one ?

It looked so cool ! >

Rayman’s reaction to your adorable enthusiasm was a soft chuckle , the fireworks shining outside the windows of his lounge …

Since it was located at the very top of the Rayman Estate , you both agreed that it was going to be a nice spot to observe the sky and get a good view of the New Year’s celebration , and it had definitely been a good choice .

You sighed , looking down at him with a smile while placing your hand on top of his …

< I’m so happy we get to watch this together , you know … ?

Being able to spend time with you is always amazing ~ >

You could see a faint blush appear on your boyfriend’s face , his free hand traveling up to tenderly caress your cheek .

< y/n , I …

Heh , I honestly can’t even begin to describe just how grateful I am to be here with you . You’ve really changed my life my love , for the better .

I couldn’t ask for a better partner . >

You leaned into his touch , and before you could even think of a response Rayman’s lips had already met yours , the colorful lights shining outside the only spectators to that sweet little moment of intimacy …

You were the only one who had never once judged him for who he was … the only one who had been by his side even in his worst moments , and to Rayman ?

It meant absolutely everything .

It didn’t matter if there were people out there who still saw him as a freakish monster despite of his fame , or if the Board of Directors overworked him almost constantly :

as long as he knew you would be there , he would be able to push through it all .

< I love you … I can’t wait to make more wonderful memories with you this year , my beautiful darling ~ >

Ramon 🖤

While your view of the New Year’s fireworks wasn’t exactly the best , given that you and Ramon couldn’t exactly go outside freely with Eden’s watchful eyes patrolling every corner of the city , that didn’t stop you from enjoying it …

< Oh - I think one flew by pretty close to the window !

Man , they’re really giving their all tonight … >

< Mhm … >

You turned to look at your boyfriend , who was sitting on the living room couch with a … less than festive expression , and your gaze softened .

< Are you still feeling bad because I can’t watch the fireworks tonight to stay with you ? >

He didn’t respond … he just released a long sigh while avoiding your eyes .

< It’s … not just that , y/n . You know that .

I hate the fact that you’re missing the chance to have a normal , happier life for … this . >

He pointed at himself .

< I just - you don’t deserve to suffer because of me , because of what I decided to do … it’s not fair , and I hate it . >

While he was talking , Ramon didn’t even notice that you had approached him , sitting next to him before immediately locking him in a tight embrace …

You could feel his body momentarily tense under your touch , before slowly becoming more relaxed the more you held him .

< Ram , sweetie …

If I’m here right now it’s because I’m making the choice to stay , and trust me when I say that there hasn’t been a single time in which I’ve regretted it . >

He slowly lifted his head to look up at you , each and every one of your sweet and caring words making their way into his heart …

He knew that you really meant what you were saying , and that was enough to make those worries he had go away , at least for a moment .

< I promise you this : this new year is going to go well for the both of us , I’ll make sure of th - >

Your sentence stopped the second you felt Ramon’s lips on yours , and as you kissed him back you felt as if the booms of the fireworks outside were becoming more and more distant …

He had you , and you had him , and that was all that really mattered in the end :

no matter how hard they were going to try , Eden would never be able to make your endless love for your boyfriend go away .

< Thanks , y/n … god , I really don’t know where I’d be without you …

Oh , and happy New Year my love ~ >

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gasolineghuleh · 7 months

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Hell's Edge

Kinktober Week 2 is here!

Pairing: Terzo/female reader Word Count: 2.9k Kinktober Prompts: Magic, bondage, wax, biting, edging, toys, worship cw worthy kinks are in bold, please mind the tags.

As you walk through the intricately carved doors of the office, you're met with an almost palpable aura of power. The dim, golden lighting casts flickering shadows on the dark wood paneling of the walls, imbuing the room with an otherworldly, almost stifling glow. Every inch of this chamber speaks of decadence, from the plush plum wine colored carpet beneath your feet to the rich tapestries depicting dark, esoteric symbols. The air is laden with the scent of incense, intoxicating and heady, drawing you further into the space.

You glance around, taking in the meticulously arranged bookshelves that boast an impressive collection of ancient, leather-bound tomes. At the room's heart is a grand desk, behind which sits the imposing figure of Papa Emeritus the Third. His ebony robes flow around him like a dark river, contrasting sharply against his pale, almost spectral complexion. But it's his eyes that capture you, one of them bone white and seemingly endless, with an intensity that threatens to draw you into its depths.

Without a word, he beckons you closer, his fingers tapping softly against the leather of his opulent office chair. You approach, your heart pounding, each step echoing softly in the vastness of the chamber. Somehow, without fully realizing it, you find yourself seated in that same chair, feeling the cool leather against the back of your legs, encasing you in its luxurious embrace. A small tickling feeling at the back of your mind tells you that Papa has already started Charming you, bending bits of your mind to his will and staying your limbs.

Papa's form leans forward with an intimacy that is both inviting and unnerving, bringing his sculpted face within a breath's distance of your own. The contrasting elements of his visage are utterly captivating – the midnight hues of his meticulous eye makeup, evoking the mysteries of the night, set against the porcelain backdrop of his skin. The contours of his face are finely chiseled, the elegant arch of his brow, the delicate curve of his nose, and the full, decadent plushness of his lips. All else seems to blur and dim, the external world losing its significance. Time feels suspended, and you're enveloped in a moment that consists only of you and this mesmerizing figure before you.

"Have you ever truly pondered," he begins, each word dripping with intent and whispered in a tone that feels like a caress, "the profound essence of Lucifer's sacrifice, Sister?" His two-toned eyes pierce yours, their depths holding promises of sin and wickedness, mysteries asked and simultaneously answered. They pull you in, wrapping around your senses, making the act of looking away an impossibility. "To forsake Heaven, the epitome of eternal paradise, for the profound depths of knowledge, the burning embers of passion, and the raw, unbridled thirst of desire? Lucifer stands as the ultimate iconoclast, tearing down the known to seek the profound, the forbidden, the off-limits, the enticing..."

With each word he utters, it's as though the barriers around your heart and soul are slowly melting away, warmth seeping in, radiating from the deepest parts of your essence outward. You came here with the express interest to fuck him, but you didn’t think his magic would happen this quickly— and he knows, oh, Sathanas does he know. His voice, velvety and rich like liquor spiked chocolate, sends cascades of shivers down the length of your spine, every syllable weaving a tapestry of allure and temptation. Magic tugs lightly at your gut and you slid down the chair slightly, your thighs parting on their own. The room's air grows heady, thick with a charged electricity that you're certain could ignite with but a single spark, setting both of you ablaze.

Leaning even more intimately into your space, you can discern the faintest hint of his scent, a mix of musk and something arcane. The heated cadence of his breath teases your skin, each exhale stirring the fine hairs on your face. "Lucifer's act," he murmurs so softly that you have to strain to catch every word, "wasn't merely a rebellion, si? It was an act of the deepest, most all consuming love. To love something—or someone—so fervently, so ardently, that all else fades, sorella… that you're willing to forsake paradiso? To face damnation? Can you fathom the depths of such a passion, the ferocity of such intensity?" His honeyed voice tilts up and you’re aware that he’s asking you questions, but your senses have long since failed you. “I can.”

His rhetoric washes over you, intoxicating and potent, blurring the lines between the narrative he paints and the electric tension that exists between the two of you. The words he speaks weave around you, entrapping you in a silken snare, making resistance seem both futile and undesirable. Drawn into his orbit, you lean closer, every nuance of his voice, every flicker of emotion in his gaze pulling you deeper into his world. Your breath becomes more pronounced, each exhale a testament to the effect he's having on you. The gap between you narrows, the world outside this intimate bubble seems cold and distant. The warmth he emanates beckons you, his allure undeniable. Like the forbidden fruit in a garden of old, you're drawn to him, the promise of the unknown making your heart race and your desires flare.

But you resist, pulling back ever so slightly.

This dance of temptation is as intoxicating as a fine wine, but you're not ready to surrender just yet. The promise of what's to come, the tantalizing allure of the unknown, holds you in its grip. You want to savor every moment, every stolen glance, every whispered word. Papa seems to sense your hesitation, and a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "Patience," he murmurs, leaning back slightly, "is a virtue." The challenge in his eyes is unmistakable, and you feel a thrill of excitement course through you. This is a game, a seductive dance of wills, and you're both playing your parts to perfection.

“Suppose I’m not patient, Papa,” you say, finally finding your voice at last. “What then?” Terzo looks at you again, and the iris of his white eye seems to pulse lightly. You feel yourself standing up, stumbling forward— almost falling. Trying to speak yields nothing, as your vocal chords seem to have dried up in the face of dark magic.

“Then you get what you deserve, tesoro.” Quicker than you believed was possible, Papa reaches behind himself and tugs open a drawer filled with candles and a box of matches. The candles, purple and black, crackle and click as they roll against each other with the motion of the drawer. He searches for one almost absentmindedly, his other hand now laying on the arm of the chair, close to where you grip it tightly. “You believe you deserve it, si? What you came here for?”

“What I-”

“Don’t be coy, Sister.” Papa stands up and flips the candle end over end in the palm of his leather-clad hand. He considers it for a moment before turning back to you. “The habit. Take it off for me, per favore.” Without thinking your hands move to unbutton the starchy garment, clasped at your throat. If you focus through the haze of arousal and incense, you can recognize the faint grasps of magic in the back of your skull.

“Yes, Papa.” The words slip past your lips before you can recall them, tenuous and slithering. The fingers at the back of your brain curl and you stand up with jerking motions— a puppet with loosened strings and rigid joints. Your habit falls to the floor in a neat pile, followed quickly by your bra and panties, each movement preceded by a flick of Papa’s hand.

The power of the papacy on full display, and you, its only witness.

Papa moves forward and sits in the chair, spreading his legs and patting his thigh as he says with a smirk, “Sit, Sister.” Even through the haze of magic you sit down gingerly, aware of your movements on the lap of an aroused man. Enough of your subconscious slips through to allow you to briefly grind your hips against the bulge in his trousers before being stopped by a twitch of a finger, the magical bonds tightening once more.

He sits with you for a moment, his gloved hand stroking your thigh, drawing closer and closer to the seam between your leg and cunt. It’s an almost idle motion, as if it’s something he’s done for years. Papa’s hand disappears for a moment, and you feel his neck moving slightly as he tugs his glove off with his teeth, tossing it onto the desk beside the two of you. As his bare fingers slide across your skin, he whispers in your ear, his teeth mere millimeters away from the sensitive skin of your neck.

“You know these teachings, don’t you? You’ve been here long enough, Sister…?” he trails off, giving you space to provide your name. The magic loosens from around your brain long enough for you to respond before it snaps shut again, taking the opportunity to spread your legs before it does so. “Si, si. You come here not for teachings, I am thinking. You are coming here for the things the others have told you about.” Papa waits a moment before rolling his hips and prompting you to answer with a push of sorcery.

“Yes! Yes, I- I came here for- for you.” The admission sounds lame to your ears, but you can feel Papa moving behind you as he laughs quietly. This was nothing like you expected— this was dangerous.

“Then I shall deliver, si?” Papa’s other hand, still gloved, reaches towards the desk and picks up the candle and box of matches, transferring them to his other hand with ease and striking it with the acrid smell of sulfur. The flame takes to the wick easily and the candle springs alight, casting soft shadows against your naked skin. Papa holds the candle aloft, close enough to your shoulder to feel the slight heat that it gives off. His other hand trails along your thigh, this time passing the crease in your leg and swiping against your mound. “You know that wax seals a deal, mm? Then perhaps we seal a deal as well.”

“A deal?” you echo, your eyes trained only on the flame and the small dribble of wax that’s started to pool on the top of the candle.

“Mm. You tell me the story of Lucifer, si?- and I will not tell my brothers what a little whore you are. This sound like it is an equal trading, hm?” His painted nose comes to rest in the crook of your neck and shoulder, one small piece of raven hair dislodging from his hair gel and falling forward. “Worship on me with this body, and I keep you for myself. You see? This is saving you.” He huffs out a laugh against your skin, briefly warming the spot below his nose. Your hands grip the arms of the chair tighter briefly as you consider your options: obey, or be a toy.

Although the alternative isn’t exactly unwanted, you grit your teeth through the magical shackles and grind your hips down against his swelling cock.

“Good choice, sorella.” Papa’s lips press against the hollow behind your ear briefly, before being replaced by a sweep of his tongue. “The pact is sealed, si?” With that, he tips the candle slightly and allows the wax to spill to your skin, marking a searing trail as it slides down your breast and comes to a halt right before your nipple. “We can do better, can’t we, Sister?” he prompts, waiting for you to nod before tipping the candle again. This time the wax drips perfectly on to your nipple, covering your areola in a quickly hardening purple glob.

“You want me- to worship?” You manage to squirm against his grasp once more, grinding your hips down onto his fully hardened cock. Papa groans underneath you, losing his cool exterior for a moment as the pleasure goes to his head. He collects himself soon enough after gripping the edge of the desk with his free hand, nodding against you and pressing kiss after kiss to the nape of your neck. “Our Father, who-” you cut yourself off as soon as his free hand flies to the apex of your thighs, fingertip pressing hard against your clit.

“Who what, Sister?” he prompts, rolling the little bundle of nerves between his fingers and watching as you fight against the magical bonds that keep you from squirming. Papa takes his hand away and you breathe heavily, watching as he opens the drawer of his desk once again. This time he takes out a small bullet vibrator, flipping it on with a practiced ease.

This won’t be easy.

“Who art in Hell, unhall-OH!” You cut yourself off with a gasp when the vibrator presses against your entrance. Papa has brought the toy to you, pressing it gently against you with varying speeds, not allowing you to get used to the feeling for longer than a second. You continue to stumble through the prayer, slipping up when you feel his teeth bite into your shoulder from behind, no doubt leaving indentations and small purple bruises in their wake.

“Almost there, I am thinking… Your body, it tightens against me. I can feel your heart beat, Sister. It pulses for me, see? And when I do this-” Papa brings the vibrator to your clit, holding it down until the pleasure is overwhelming. “I feel you get close, hm? Mia piccola troietta,” he croons in your ear. “You are liking this.”

“I can’t- I’m close, I-” A frustrated groan slips past your lips when he pulls the vibrator away, soothing kisses peppering your upper back and shoulders. Papa loosens the magical bonds enough for you to squirm on his lap again, breathing heavily and rolling your hips. Damn appearing too desperate, you think, and damn the consequences of begging. “Papa, please. Per favore, si?” The Italian is foreign on your tongue and Papa laughs slightly.

“The Sister wants to cum? Then the Sister will cum.” Papa pushed the vibrator against you again, flicking the power of the small thing to as high as it can go. The machine whines and whirrs against you as your legs kick out, pleasure coursing through your veins like a roller coaster. It builds and builds until it comes to a head, threatening to burst and overflow at any moment. Your nail dig into the arms of the chair as your brace yourself and think there, there, there and then-

And then nothing.

Nothing at all.

You gasp and almost double over at the sudden nothingness, the loss of the vibrating sensation hitting you almost like a gut punch. It takes you a moment to process it and then you’re squirming rolling and rocking your ass against Papa’s lap with the desperation of a woman spurned. You’re so desperate for his touch and the orgasm you were cruelly denied that you don't even notice that the magic has let up, that you can move again. As you inhale to speak, to beg, to plead, he presses the toy against you again, moving it in small circles across your clit as his other arm holds you tightly to him.

“You can cum for me, can’t you, Sister? Can’t you cum like this?” He’s teasing you and you know that, but you can’t help but beg him for more. You babble— mostly to yourself— about how you want to cum for him, want to squirt for him, want to soak the pants he’s wearing with the evidence of your orgasm and your arousal. Papa presses the vibrator harder against you, dipping the tip of it close enough to your entrance to allow it to slip inside of you momentarily and your vision goes black from overstimulation.

All you wanted was a nice fuck, and now you’re strung out on the lap of the most intimidating Papa in the Clergy, spread wide across his legs and struggling to cum from the most frustratingly off-and-on vibrator in the world.

But you wouldn't have it any other way.

As if on cue you finally cum, your thighs trembling and shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. It’s a relief and your heart pounds away in your chest as you crest through the swellings of your orgasm, riding the high and squirming in Papa’s lap. He presses the vibrator against you in waves with your own heartbeat, his movements so perfectly in tune with your body that there’s hardly a question that magic is behind it. Finally the cresting waves of pleasure recede and you’re left gasping and twisting on his laps, having thoroughly soaked his pants as you’d promised.

“See? I told you it is not that hard.” Papa laughs behind you and swats at your inner thigh before shaking his hand off in an exaggerated motion. “Now, you leave my office, and I keep our deal, hm?” You nod and stagger to your feet, groaning when your thigh muscles twinge from the exertion. It only takes you a few seconds to slip your habit and panties back on, scampering out the office door of Papa Emeritus the Third, properly chastised.

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glittering-moonlillie · 1 year

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Your take on damian×affectionate!reader?

Warnings: Slightly Suggestive, mentions of Sex

As an affectionate person myself, I would love to say that Damian would fall head over heels for a person as affectionate as fuzzy moths to light.

And, to an extent, I think he would want someone like this.

However, we first need to distinguish the different types of affection there are in a relationship, since the term does not just adhere to the physical displays of love (kissing, cuddling, holding hands, etc)

There are five types of affection that one can display (six if you count sexual intimacy as its own category): Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, Gift Giving, Quality Time, and finally - physical touch.

In this list, there are two categories that I feel like Damian would prefer over the rest: Quality time and Words of Affirmation

My reasoning for this? Well, the first one is almost self explanatory. With the partial vigilante life that Damian lives, the both of you are robbed from spending as much time as you would want together. Because of this reason, any time spent needs to be worthwhile for him or else he will get antsy.

As unfortunate as it is to say, the both of you don’t know if the kiss he gives you will be the last, or if the movie you watch will be the last one you watch together.

Quality time with Damian would include having long and meaningful conversations and cuddling on the couch whilst watching new movies/TV shows/anime. Due to Damian’s competitive nature, he would also enjoy going out to compete in Laser Tag, Paintball, and Escape Rooms. I also think he would really enjoy places like Color Me Mine where you two can paint together while still getting out of the house.

The second type of affection, words of affirmation, is something Damian would also really enjoy although he would rather die than admit it aloud.

Damian is a very goal oriented person who strives for perfection, often going above and beyond in order to prove his worth to those he respects. He also has the confidence in his abilities to shrug off most compliments given to him with a simple “I know.”

However, as the love of his life, the sporadic compliments you give him will bear the weight of a thousand suns. One of the most important factors in this relationship is honesty and trust, so he will accept anything you say to him as fact, therefore making any compliment worth gold.

And for the rougher patrol nights where Damian begins to berate himself for letting Bane (or any other Gotham villains) kill as many people as they did, or for generally not having as good of a night as usual, a few kind words of encouragement will help boost his confidence tremendously.

Even the most confident of people might need some kind-hearted words of motivation to continue forward!

As for other forms of affection, Damian will definitely not mind someone who was physically affectionate. He will gladly seize the opportunity to hold you in his arms and kiss you until the two of you couldn’t breathe.

Sexual intimacy is similar enough to fall into this category as well. I feel like it will take a few more years of maturing (and for him to meet you) for Damian to appreciate the benefits of sex.

It’s like he goes from “That sounds disgusting” to “Get on the bed, habibti, I want to make love to you.”

I’m not going to touch on Acts of Service much because I believe that is Damian’s dominant way of showing affection/love.

Damian also seems like the type to spoil his s/o ROTTEN, and he would prefer giving rather than receiving.

To sum it all up, Damian would prefer to be with someone who appreciates the small amount of time you share and someone who is (at least slightly) emotionally open enough to motivate and affirm him during his brief lapse in confidence; however, this does not mean he will not appreciate physical affection, and in fact will initiate it about half the time.

Prompts list will come out tomorrow! Also, I really loved this ask! It had me thinking a lot about Damian's personality and made me feel like I was entering his psyche or something lmao

#Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x Reader #Damian Al Ghul #Damian Wayne Headcanons #Fluff #Anon requests #Damian Wayne love language #DC #Comics #Romance #Slightly Suggestive

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 9 months

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☆~Masterlist~☆

Requests: Open

Bc requests make me happy :)

Here's what I do

Key, in increasing lemon level:

◇ This is plain random stuff

♡ Relationships, Affection & Teasing

♧ Fluff, Light Smut

♤ HERE BE THE BIG DONGS BEWARE

Arcana Fanfictions

Loved & Lost

A gritty, angst prequel about the plague times. Tells the story of MC becoming Julian's medicine apprentice, and the ups and downs of their relationship with Asra during those hard times. It's kinda intense, but I changed the color of the triggering parts so you can enjoy it anyway.

NSFW alphabets ♤

Lucio

Julian

Late night headcanons ♧♡

Handling Trauma (healing intimacy) -Muriel ♧♡

Handling Trauma -Asra ♤♧♡

What "innocent" detail of the M6 will make your blood boil? ♧

Sexy Lingerie ♧

Asra angst - Julian smut♧

MurielxNadia

So it begins ◇

The proposal ◇

Compassion ◇♡

Daring conditions◇

The revelation incident◇

The Arcana Files (my theories on this universe) ◇

Vesuvia Geopolitics

The mariner republics

Why is Lucio count of Vesuvia?

Long Live the goatman - why I think Lucio's route is great (tw: mental illness)

Asra is great, but also grey

About demons - theories about nabestetics post

ADHD in Vesuvia

Quick Headcanons

M6's Children ◇1, 2, 3, 4, 5

M6 favourite places to winkwink ♧♡

First date places♡◇

Relax for the m6◇

The M6 during a boring lecture◇

Winter Masquerade outfits ◇

New year party ◇

Zombie apocalypse ◇

Sci-fi Movie◇

Vampire AU◇

Fairytale AU♡◇

Asra Angst

Ask prompts

What would make the M6 happy◇♡

The M6 with an hypersomniac apprentice ♡◇♧♤ imho this dongs are great

Baby Fever♢♧♡♤

The M6 reacts to a bold MC flirting with them ♧♡

Overstimulation & Edging ♤♧

Overstimulation & Edging vol.2 ♤♧

The m6 with an MC who has an hard time coming ♤♡♧

Squirting headcanons ♤♧

Infertility issues ♡

Flinching MC ♡♧

M6 with Blind MC ◇♡

M6 reacts to naked-in-bed♧

Currently working on:

If you requested something and I'm writing it, it will appear here. No srsly, I forget things if I don't keep a neat project tracker

The Midsummer's Masquerade ♤♧

More prompts

The M6 kinks and why they have it

Ask: smut scene with Asra ♤♧

Ask: M6 react to blind MC

Vesuvia geopolitics chapt.3◇

Handling Trauma - Nadia, Lucio and Julian//♡♤♧ I was super scared to upset people with this, but apparently it does work! I love it, gonna post more.

NSFW alphabet ♤

Apprentice's portait ◇

Nadia x Muriel ♡◇ //feel like it's not working, it's now on the backburner

This prompts ♤♧

Some very angsty shit about the beginning of MC x Julian & the real reason behin Asra's guilt ♤♡♧ (Loved & Lost chapt. 3)

Smth about jealousy and cheating, idk

Feel free to pressure me and ask for new chapters of stuff you're liking because I tend to forget it and I apprecieate your requests!

Contributes are ☆Open☆

If you got good stuff, feel free to send good stuff

I love you smut & angst dealers

There's nothing wrong with writer's propaganda

I love tiny fanfic gnomes too

Reading list

#masterlist #the arcana #the arcana game #arcana smut #the arcana smut

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p1nk-b1tes · 4 months

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raw devotion

[ astarion x fem!tav fluff ]

summary: tav takes the rare opportunity of being alone with astarion to show him how much she loves him. they share a bath together. warnings: nudity, casual nudity, non-sexual intimacy, suggestive dialogue, bathing, bathing together, astarion is not used to acts of service and quality time, mild dissociation, allusions to past traumas words: 1863

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The sun had long since hidden itself beneath the horizon when Tav had pulled her silvery-haired vampire from his bed. The book he had previously busied himself with lies open on the borrowed Elfsong mattress, forgotten, pages illuminated by the flickering flames of cream-colored candles left melting into warm, transparent pools.

The upper floor of the tavern is quiet for once. The rest of their party had gone out to explore the city after dark, offering up their coin to The Blushing Mermaid in exchange for a mug or four of cheap ale. Astarion had feigned indifference about going out, and Wyll had put on quite the show to try and sway him into joining them, dancing around on light feet and acting out how he’d make good friends with one of the drunkards stumbling around on the streets below, expertly selling him an unpredictable and unforgettable night of fun that he wouldn’t want to miss. By the end of it all, Gale had been in stitches and it had taken everything in Shadowheart to suppress her chuckle behind the back of her hand. She ultimately had failed, and Astarion had caved, and that was what had prompted Tav to fake a sudden, threatening sickness that kept them both rooted to the upper floor of the Elfsong while everyone else set out in search for the Mermaid.

The second the door had closed behind Halsin, leaving them alone in the room, he’d let out an exhale that had been trapped in his chest and thanked Tav with a lingering kiss to her temple.

—

Two pairs of bare feet pad across smooth floorboards that squeak with age, and a shorter body leads another blindly, clasped together by a hand. She leads him through the tavern’s private halls and around corners until they reach a door that is nothing short of ordinary. It’s the bathing room–a place to cleanse the body. They’ve both turned the water pink more than a handful of times before, cleansing their skin clean of their sins.

“Oh, darling,” he says, his voice silky smooth and his tongue dripping in honey. Tav reaches for the knob, twisting cool bronze in her palm and pulling him inside after her. The vampire spawn huffs through his nose, his eyes on the back of her head, and continues. “If what you wanted was to get wet then we could’ve snuck off into bed earlier…”

She chooses to pretend to not hear him.

The rich and melodic song of a flute somewhere outside floats in through the window left ajar, and Tav drops Astarion’s calloused hand, making her way towards the beautiful, hand-carved cabinet full of jars and bottles of every color and shape while he remains stuck to the floor where he entered, unsure of what is expected of him. Potions crafted carefully for the bath line the shelves when Tav pulls open the door, not for healing nor for harm like they’ve become so acquainted while weighed down by leather and metals and surrounded in the heat of battle, and the pad of her index finger glides over the faded labels while she reads.

“Astarion, my love, you’re nothing but correct. But I would’ve done so an hour ago if that was what I was up to.”

She glances over her shoulder to catch his crimson colored eyes, a blue bottle with a thin neck and curving handle clutched in her hand, and watches as his brow pulls together only slightly. His head tilts to the right and a flutter of fondness builds in her chest at the sight.

“I’m afraid you’ve lost me.”

Tav continues to gather a selection of bottles and jars, arranging them on the nearby vanity and collecting a pile of fresh towels to join them, all while the man behind her watches and makes the occasional suggestion about getting messy. The tub in the center of the room has been filled prior to their arrival and the water inside is a nice warm temperature. Tav dips her fingers into it, humming in approval and looking up to Astarion who has busied himself fiddling with the edge of his shirt. He rubs the mended hem between his fingers. Worrying the slide of the fabric back and forth between his fingers until the threads snap again and the fabric goes thin.

He looks confused and a bit unsure of what has been presented to him, but when Tav studies his features for any signs of discomfort or unease, she finds none. It’s a relief for both of them amongst the unspoken offerings being made.

Tav stares at her partner. The vampire spawn looks right back.

“Close the door, Astarion. Please?”

He breaks his gaze to find the edge of the door, pushing it the rest of the way closed until it slides snugly into its solid wood frame. Tav is still there when he returns his eyes to her. And so is the tub.

“Do you trust me?”

His eyes flick back up to meet hers, which have failed yet to break away from his face. Watching, observing, for any signs of discomfort. Waiting, offering him a chance to escape from this weirdness if he so desires to or suddenly feels trapped.

He nods, swallows. His throat bobs as he does. “Of course I do.” His voice sounds small. A stark contrast to the confidence that dripped from his tongue only minutes prior.

Tav keeps her eyes on his and raises her hands to the laces of her blouse, finding the ends of the ties and pulling them apart until the bows fall apart. One by one, she loosens the strings until it’s hanging from her chest and she pulls the fabric up and over her head. When her fingers drop to the front of her pants next, Astarion’s mind clouds with images of filth and heat, memories of late nights and glimpses of red hot passion. His tongue loosens up in his mouth like an old habit he can’t seem to shake and he begins to speak at the same time that he pulls his own shirt from his body. Tav ignores his words tainted with flirtation and filth and begins to work the corks from the bottles set aside, pouring them into the water with lips sealed tight and her back to him, allowing him a moment to undress on his own terms while he comes back to himself.

His shirt falls in a pile on the floor and becomes forgotten. His pants follow soon after. Still, Tav pays him no attention. The words that spill from his lips like sick refuse to stop and if he could flush hot with embarrassment, he would. Bare as the day he was born, clothes tossed aside, she still makes no advance to touch him. Second by everlasting second, the cloud in his head disperses.

She shares the flame of an oil lamp to several candles and disperses them throughout the room. The atmosphere becomes bathed in golden light, shifting, shimmering in shades of yellow and orange. The aromas from the bath oils fill the room. Astarion has been reduced to silence once again. He manages to clear his throat. The slight chill seeping in from the open window licks at his already cool skin and he suddenly feels very naked. “Is this a ritual?”

Tav lights the final candle and extinguishes the lamp. The rest of her clothing finds the floor and she steps into the tub, running her fingers over the surface to mix and disperse the bubbles and oils that float on top. “Of sorts.”

She moves so eloquently. Gracefully. And he watches her as she descends down into the water. It welcomes her like she holds a divinity for it and cradles her frame, and finally, once she’s settled on the bottom, she offers him her hand.

She guides him towards her, pulling him closer and urging him to join her, and with two big steps he steps into the space she’d left for him behind her. Hesitant and lacking instruction or guidance, he manages to settle. His legs feel much too long bracketing her in on both sides of her hips. The tops of his knees nudge against her sides and he allows them to as a passive reminder that he is there. Perhaps it’s a reminder for both of them.

Tav lets her hair down from its hold, running her fingers through the strands and wetting them with her palms, and Astarion wants to reach out to touch. He wants to comb through the knots and run his manicured nails over her skin, but his hands remain glued to the tub’s edge. Braced for whatever comes next in this strange ritual… Of sorts.

The water swirls as Tav cups the nice-smelling liquid in her palms, raising it to her shoulders and letting it drip over her skin until it shines and the air swims with floral aromas. When she rolls her head to the side and moves away her hair over her shoulder Astarion can’t sit still any longer. He leans forward and buries his face in her neck, nosing at her slick skin and teasing the artery there that's still healing from the last time he fed. He’s careful there as he drinks up the scent of her skin and his hands shake, that yearning to touch stronger than ever, and he gives into it, dipping his arms under the surface of the water to touch familiar skin and memorize her on instinct alone. Just as he has done so many times before.

He sighs deep and heavy when one of her hands reaches up behind him to scrape over his scalp, and dips his tongue into the shell of her ear.

“So when do we begin?” He asks, his voice so quiet it’s nearly a whisper. She pulls at the curls at the nape of his neck until he detaches from her skin. “Now.”

“What shall I do, my love?”

This strange ritual.

Those three words ring around his head, rich, like bells, and she whispers back.

“Relax.”

That lost feeling returns when she begins to lean back and crowd his space, pressing her back to his chest until he’s forced to support her weight in the water. When she becomes pleasantly weighted on him he leans back as well, reclining until they fall together as one body within the tub. When they’re both comfortable, Tav sighs and rubs at his knees on either side of her hips. Her eyes have fallen shut. Is she sleeping?

“Darling,” he says, and Tav hums sweetly, “which ritual is this?”

“The only ritual I'm succumbing you to is my raw devotion to you.”

His brow furrows despite the way that his chest manages to bloom with something nice inside, and she tilts her chin up to lay a lingering kiss to the underside of his jaw. It’s only then that he realizes how his body has tensed again, but not out of anything unpleasant. “Relax,” she reminds him, and despite everything in his brain screaming at him for the foreignness of this devotion, he does.

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bradshawsbaby · 10 months

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resting your head in your partner’s lap with bradley !!

Letting out a soft yawn, you pulled the hoodie you’d stolen from Bradley a little more tightly around yourself and burrowed into your boyfriend’s side, resting your head on his shoulder. You loved that you could breathe in the scent of saltwater and sunscreen and feel the heat still emanating from his sun kissed skin.

Bradley chuckled lowly, wrapping a strong arm around you and dropping a kiss on your forehead as he prodded at the bonfire you were sitting beside with a long stick. “Tired, honey?” he asked, the light from the fire dancing in his whiskey-colored eyes as he turned to gaze down at you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, closing your eyes and turning your head slightly so that you could press a kiss to his shoulder. He’d thrown on one of his Hawaiian shirts just a few minutes ago at your insistence. How that man could sit around shirtless even with the sun long gone and the temperature plummeting was beyond you.

The two of you had spent the day on the beach with your friends, swimming and playing games and enjoying the picnic lunch that you and Penny had put together. But now, after hours in the blazing sun, you were exhausted. At the same time, however, you weren’t quite ready to go home.

“Lay down and rest your eyes,” Bradley told you, patting his lap and grinning at you. “I’ve got you.”

Laughing softly, you nodded and crawled into a new position so that your legs were extended off to the side and your head was resting in your boyfriend’s lap. You sighed contentedly as you felt Bradley’s fingers settle in your hair, playing loosely with the strands as he massaged your scalp.

“Love you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his thigh.

You could feel rather than see Bradley smiling as he replied, “Love you, too, honey.”

physical intimacy prompts

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violettduchess · 1 year

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🎉🎊🎉 1K!!! 🎉🎊🎉

I'm so happy for you!!!!! You deserve all the love and admiration, my dear. Not only is your writing fantastic, you're sweet and I definitely consider you a friend of mine here. I appreciate you 💕

Now... could I request Theo and kissing to prove a point for your 1k celebration? I feel that's very him haha.

A/N: Here you are, @yarnnerdally 💜

Theo x f reader

Prompt: A Kiss to Prove a Point

Word Count: 1203

It has taken days of planning and many sleepless nights, but now you are finally done. The petite art gallery on the west side of Paris is decorated with elegant floral garlands and soft, twinkling fairy lights, all highlighting the theme of the collection: Romance. You’re tired, but it is a satisfied kind of tired, the kind that settles into your muscles and bones like a lioness sinking down onto the soft Savannah earth after a rewarding hunt. The artist behind the collection had been no one, just another street painter trying to sell his offerings to mildly interested tourists when you had noticed him and his work, stopping dead in your tracks to admire a painting of a couple locked in a warm embrace. They lay in a field of green grass and small pink blossoms, wrapped in one another’s arms. They're bathed in soft yellow sunshine, locked together in an eternal summer kiss. Something about the painting had felt so inviting, so real, you had pressed the tips of your fingers against your lips, your heart swelling with a wave of longing to be kissed the same way. By a certain someone.

Theo had agreed with you, once you had managed to drag him away from the mansion and back to the park where the artist was slowly packing up his wares. Buffeted by the man’s potential, you had worked together on putting together a showing of his paintings, drumming up funds from various patrons until you had enough for your showcase.

Now you walk through the small gallery, drinking in the fruits of your labor.

“There you are.” Theo’s deep voice cuts through your reverie and you turn to see him approaching you, glass of sparkling champagne in hand. He hands you one which you take with an appreciative smile.

“Cheers,” you say, lifting it towards him.

“Proost,” he answers, clinking glasses with you. Your gazes hold (you could swim forever in all that blue) Before the moment stretches into something too long to be insignificant, you both raise the delicate crystal flutes and drink. The cascade of bubbles feels like it's not just rushing down your throat but through your entire body. You blink, turning towards the painting you are closest to.

It’s the passionate couple, kissing in the summer field. The one that had so immediately caught your attention. You sigh, a light, dreamy sound that pours itself over Theo like silk, sending an unexpected rush of heat through his body. He rubs his face, turning away to hide any color that may have risen to his chiseled cheeks. You don't notice, eyes glued to the figures as you allow yourself another sip of champagne. Now, in the dimmer lighting of the art gallery late at night, there is something even more sensual about the way the couple is holding each other. His hand pressed against the rounded curve of his lover's hip, her fingers curled against the side of his neck, intimate, possessive.

“This is as satisfying as a real kiss,” you murmur, head tilting as you continue to admire the art. What pulls you out of your rose-colored haze is the decidedly unromantic snort from your right.

“If you think a painting can replace a real kiss, then you haven’t been kissing the right person, hondje.”

He’s smirking as he takes a sip of his drink, his impossibly blue eyes looking over the painting. The fairy lights are having the same effect on him as they do the artwork: he looks unfathomably beautiful, his golden hair darker than in the daylight, his face a sculptor’s dream of perfectly balanced features.

Maybe it’s the champagne. Maybe it’s the intimacy of the late hour. Maybe it’s the fact that you have been spinning from one task to another all day long without a chance to spend any time with him. It has to be something because the following words come out of your mouth:

“Prove me wrong.”

Three little words that stop the earth from turning, that grab hold of Theo’s lungs with such force that the next inhale shakes. Three little words that hang in the air between you, vaguely foreboding like flickering neon or distant thunder.

Warning flashes through your mind and you want to kick yourself and your big mouth. Why did you say that? Whatever possessed you to even think that Theodorus van Gogh would be interested in kissing–

Theodorus van Gogh sets his champagne glass down on the edge of a table full of brochures and then turns. He reaches out with both hands, cupping either side of your face and leans down, capturing your mouth with his. You freeze, both arms at your sides, the champagne in your glass sloshing around like a tiny, storm-tossed sea.

Is he…..

Oh….

…..he is….

He’s kissing you, his lips moving over yours in a shockingly gentle caress, his hands holding you still, not forcefully, but carefully, like you’re something valuable, something he should handle with care. He displays a tenderness you would never have dreamed possible in a man as large as he is. Every movement of his mouth against yours sends a ripple of warmth through your body. One hand shifts, the back of his fingers stroking the softness of your cheek.

Your surprise slowly melts under his touch, disappearing like water droplets in sunshine, and your free hand rises to clutch his shoulder. You hold on tightly, reveling in the electricity every brush of his lips sparks. But before you can part your lips in invitation, before you can start truly returning his kiss, he pulls away, the movement causing a short, forlorn gasp to leave your tingling lips.

Quiet descends upon you both and for a long, tense moment, neither one of you speaks. Words seem impossible as you stare into the summer-sky of his eyes. He clears his throat, shaking his head as if trying to wake himself out of a dream. At that moment you feel him pulling away, the warmth of his kiss and the tenderness of his hands fading into memory. Your heart lurches in panic.

“Theo.”

He grunts, unable to meet your gaze.

You step towards him, setting your champagne glass down next to his. Your hands are now free to reach out, steadier than you expected them to be, and take his, holding his strong hands tightly in yours.

“I believe…..I am starting to be swayed by your persuasive argument. But I do think I need more proof before I am fully convinced.”

His head snaps up and on his handsome face you see a dazzling array of emotions, starting with surprise and ending with a slow smile that sends your heart spinning. He pulls you towards him, unhurried, a man who now knows he has a delicious treat waiting just for him.

"More proof, huh,” he murmurs, unlocking your hands so he can slide his around you, large palms eagerly learning the curve of your hips, the slope of your waist.

You plunge your hand boldly into the thicket of his golden hair as he bends his body down to kiss you for the second time that night.

By the night’s end though….you will have lost count entirely.

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Roses and Sparkling Water [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@hotchs-big-hands) Center (@brainstormingg) Right (@edwardian-girl-next-door)

Prompt: Aaron surprises the reader by stopping by her apartment after work to celebrate her first month of sobriety.

Pairing: [established relationship] Aaron x fem!non-BAU!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 4.3K

Content Warnings: Discussion of alcoholism/recovery [binge drinking, being drunk, hiding bottles, sobriety], food is mentioned, Aaron and the reader take a shower together, implied intimacy/sex. If I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: Hi loves! Here is another fic based on the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins January/February Writing Challenge. The prompt this was based on was “Character celebrates a milestone of sobriety.” I wrote this because I am one month sober today! Much of what happens in this story is what I felt before and after deciding to stop drinking. I have my friends and followers (and Aaron) to thank for supporting me and helping me get so far. Y’all are amazing and I love you. If you find yourself relating to any of these things, please know I am proud of you. It is never too early or too late to reach out for help. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading. Love Levi - ❤️

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y/n = your name

_y/c/e_’s = your color eyes

_y/h/c_ = your hair color

y/n had gotten home from work a half hour ago. It normally took that long for her to relax and be de-stressed enough to do anything enjoyable or productive. y/n didn’t want to be this stressed all the time, but things had piled on with life recently, and she was trying to accept it as best as she could. y/n was just lighting a candle and making a final cup of coffee when there was a knock at her door. y/n looked at the door confused. She hadn’t ordered anything on Amazon, and as likely as she was to get food delivered on yet another stressful day, y/n hadn’t gotten food either. y/n approached the door not sure what to expect. y/n looked out of the peep hole and her face broke out into a smile. This was the best kind of surprise that y/n could hope for. Without thinking about why Aaron was here, particularly with a dozen roses in hand, y/n threw the door open and said, “Hey, you. What are you doing here?”

Hotch stepped inside and moved forward, enveloping y/n in a tight hug. y/n breathed in his classic scent of cologne and shampoo. He had such a rich and deep scent. It was something akin to the smell of rain before a thunderstorm. The scent of green and dirt. It was something that y/n loved about him. Of course, y/n loved everything about Aaron. His smell was just a bonus. He still hadn’t answered her question, so y/n asked again, “So… why are you here? Did you come straight from the office?” y/n studied Hotch as if she was a profiler. He was still wearing his black slacks and white button-up. It looked crisp and well-pressed. y/n remembered a comment he had made on Saturday about picking up his laundry with Jack before he swung by to pick y/n up for an evening at his apartment. Apart from these articles of clothing, Hotch was missing his tie and suit jacket. It was an odd but becoming look on him, and y/n flushed at just how attractive he was in any state of dress.

Aaron smiled at y/n and leaned in to place a kiss on her lips. It was soft and he relished the slight stickiness of y/n’s chapstick which she must have just put on. When Hotch pulled back he said, “I’m here to celebrate you, darling.” He watched as she got slightly flustered and looked at him. y/n was now concerned that she’d forgotten some milestone of their relationship. They’d been together officially for nine months, and they weren’t the type to celebrate each month being together. y/n smiled and loved being celebrated and getting flowers from Aaron, but the why was still a mystery. y/n smiled and said, “Well you’ve got me stymied. Why are we celebrating me? Is it my un-birthday or something?” Hotch pulled back and replied, “Well maybe it’s that, but I was thinking more along the lines of the fact that today is one month of you not drinking.” y/n’s _y/c/e_’s shot open a little more. She hadn’t expected Aaron to remember the date when she’d given up drinking as she hadn’t brought it up much. But y/n loved that Aaron paid such close attention to her and the things that were important to her. y/n shouldn’t have been surprised but was and smiled even more and said, “Honey, that’s so sweet of you. How did you remember?”

Aaron took one of y/n’s hands gave it a squeeze and replied, “Sweetheart, when you decided you’d had enough I was incredibly proud of you. I know you only told a few people with me being one of them, and I know you don’t bring it up often, but I think it’s so important for you to feel accomplished in making it this far.” y/n let out a little laugh and said, “Aaron, it’s only thirty-one days. It’s not like a year or something. Every Saturday I still think about getting a drink at the bar. You must see it in my face sometimes. Or like before we go to bed.” Aaron nodded and gently took y/n’s chin in his hands so that y/n was sure to be looking at him. He was serious but not angry as he said, “I do notice, y/n. I notice every time I’m with you, and every time I see you choose to not go for a drink I’m so proud of you for that. I know it’s not easy. I want to highlight and celebrate all those times you’ve said no and let you know how strong I think you are.” y/n’s eyes began to water with emotions. She leaned into Aaron’s chest again. Hotch had placed the roses on the kitchen counter by this point with his long arms so he could more comfortably wrap his arms around his partner. y/n swallowed back the lump in her throat and said, “What have I ever done to deserve you, Aaron?” Hotch chuckled and said, “You never had to do anything to deserve me. We found each other and that’s all that matters to me. We give and take equally, if we didn’t this wouldn’t work.” Hotch pulled back again and asked, “So, would you like to do something to celebrate? I’m down for anything. I told the team and Strauss that I wouldn’t be available tonight. We could stay here or go out. I’m down for what you like.”

y/n beamed at the idea of a night assured that Aaron wouldn’t be snatched away by work. y/n said, “Well, such an offer is too tempting to answer without thinking about it for a minute.” Aaron smiled and replied, “Well while you think about it how about I’ll get a vase for those flowers.” y/n looked at the flowers, almost forgetting that they were there with Aaron in front of her. She chuckled and said, “Okay. There’s something in that top cabinet that I can’t reach that would work to hold them. Thank you for bringing them. They’re so beautiful.” Hotch nodded and said, “Well, nothing’s more beautiful than you, but I’m glad you like them.” As the tall man approached the kitchen to look for a vase, y/n pulled the flowers in front of her face and inhaled the light floral scent. It reminded them so much of Spring and just how thoughtful Aaron was as a partner. He’d seen it all from day one. Her problems with drinking. The anxiety and stress of the recent move and new job.

In fact, being with Aaron had been one of the main reasons y/n had quit. She had gotten sick of having to hide empty bottles when Hotch said he could stop by with or without Jack. It took work to throw away or hide five empty wine bottles or lug them out to the recycling. The hiding of the extant of her problem was also embarrassing. Every time she went to the recycling bin across the street, she thought that everyone she passed was looking and listening to the bottles clink on each other. On top of that, Aaron would always offer to drive her to work and she’d get into his car with either a headache or a hangover that she was badly hiding. The scent of Listerien must have been so strong in the small confines of the car. The problem that y/n had with drinking was that it never got so bad that she got in trouble. Not at work or with her friends. y/n was incredibly lucky that her binge drinking late into the night had only resulted in her showing up an hour late to work one day that wasn’t very important. She’d not even gotten a reprimand for it.

The real impetus for change had happened in two waves. The first had been on a day that had been so bad and overwhelming that y/n had called Aaron in near hysterics. Once he had heard her in distress so bad that she couldn’t even talk, he’d dropped everything and come over. He found y/n in her bed in what looked like such emotional pain that it nearly broke his heart. Aaron sat next to her, rubbed her back, and whispered words of comfort while y/n tried to stop the tears seeping from her eyes. y/n sniffled and asked, “Can you get me some water from the fridge? Please.” Hotch nodded and got up. y/n had completely forgotten that she hadn’t taken care of the bottles of wine both empty and full, nor the plastic cup that she’d put back into the fridge the night before at 3:00 a.m. when she couldn’t force down one more sip. y/n was too upset to think about it right now. But when Aaron opened the fridge, he instantly noticed the bottles and cup on the side of the door. Hotch knelt down and made sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing right. He silently lifted the bottles to see which were full and which were empty. He knew that y/n had a drinking problem even though she never drank in front of him. It was easy to see even if y/n tried to hide it. But this was worse than he had ever imagined. It hurt Hotch to see y/n trying to drown out her pain like this. With the way she was right now, he could understand the desire to self-medicate, but he cared about her too much to see her hurting herself like this to not say something. But he’d save that conversation for later. He quickly got the water she had asked for and moved back to give it to her and cuddle her until she could explain why she was so sad.

That Saturday, as Hotch and y/n went on their normal trip to the park for him to run and y/n to walk before picking up Jack from Haley’s, he brought up what he’d seen in her fridge earlier that week. y/n was confused at the beginning when Aaron didn’t start his normal stretching and jog, instead opting to walk with her. y/n looked at him and asked, “Are you feeling alright, love? Is your hip hurting you again?” Aaron gave his head a small shake as he said, “No, I’m good. I just wanted to talk to you about something.” y/n tipped her head to the side slightly. His tone was serious as was his expression. Suddenly y/n felt like she was under a microscope, and she was panicking. y/n wondered what she’d done and her brain came up with the worst thing imaginable like Aaron breaking up with her. So when he said softly, “I saw the bottles in your fridge, y/n, and I’m really worried about you.” It took y/n’s brain a few seconds of buffering to let Aaron’s words register. When they did, y/n instantly felt shame well up inside her. She’d forgotten about the fact that he’d looked at the fridge. y/n’s brain fired all its neurons for some kind of response but it was useless, and she said in a defeated tone, “I know I’ve got a problem. It’s bad and I feel bad about it. I’ve tried stopping so many times and it just never works. I can’t do the moderation thing. I’m sorry you saw that, I’m sorry I hid it, I’m just sorry…” y/n didn’t have anything more to say in their defense. y/n realized that what they had said wasn’t even a defense. It was just useless words that didn’t mean anything. At least y/n didn’t think they meant anything to anyone. But as Aaron walked alongside his partner, he felt a profound sadness yet strength at y/n speaking at all. He moved in front of y/n and stopped them in their tracks. y/n ended up running into him as her eyes were glued to the ground. y/n looked up at Aaron expecting him to be angry or upset, but he just looked concerned. y/n swallowed and said, “Why are you looking at me like that?” His facial expression wasn’t the one she had expected and it threw her off completely. She had almost hoped for anger. y/n was used to anger in response to her shortcomings. Empathy was so new to her that it felt wrong somehow.

Aaron pulled both of them off the trail gently and to a nearby bench. When they were settled, and y/n was looking at him with concern, he responded, “y/n. I’ve only ever cared or been worried about you. Your drinking, which I’ve known about for a while now, never made me angry. It just made me sad that you were hurting so much and not telling me, or anyone. When I saw your fridge and just how much you were drinking it made me concerned for you. You were so upset and I just want you to be okay. I know it’s hard. It’s gotta be so hard, but would you let me help you? Can you tell me why it started? How it got like this?” y/n was a sniffling mess by now and nodded without saying anything. After she’d taken a deep breath and realized that Aaron didn’t hold the shame for her that she held for herself, y/n said, “Yes. I’ll tell you, Aaron. But can we not do this in the park? Maybe we could go to your house where there isn’t a bottle for me to be tempted by?” Hotch had to let out a soft chuckle at y/n’s statement and gave her shoulder a slight squeeze and the top of their head a kiss as he said, “Of course, love. Let’s go to my place where we can both relax and talk more privately.” A few minutes later the couple was settled on Aaron’s comfy couch and y/n started sharing. She thought that it would be hard to let out those feelings and the draw of the numbing effect that wine had on her. Although it was uncomfortable at the start, Aaron’s compassion and caring questions that dug at and begged to understand y/n on a deeper level allowed her to let him into the part of her life that she had kept hidden away for over three years. As y/n spoke, it was so clear to her that he’d loved her through all of her flaws and bad choices she’d made. Not only did he love her, but he tried to understand and be there for her pain.

y/n was thrown from that memory when Hotch returned with a tall vase that would accommodate the flowers, and y/n felt like a giddy schoolgirl at just seeing him. Aaron couldn’t help but smile too as he said, “I’m never going to get tired of seeing that look on your face, y/n. I’ll have to stop by your place more often after you get home from work unannounced.” Aaron took the flowers from y/n and nestled them in the glass vase. y/n stood behind him while he did this, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned into him. As Aaron arranged the flowers to their optimum fullness, y/n looked out the window and remembered just how pretty a day it was outside. It wasn’t too hot or cold, so y/n said, “I think I know what I want to do with our free evening.” Aaron looked over his shoulder and said, “Oh, yeah. What’s that y/n?” y/n replied, “Well I’d like to go to the park near your place, and then if you’re down we could go to that Italian place where we went to on our first real date?” Aaron turned around and relaxed into her embrace and said, “Darling anything you want to do tonight we can. Well, anything but go and have like five tequila shots.” y/n nearly choked laughing and said teasingly, “Oh my gosh, Aaron, you’re the worst. Plus you know I hate tequila shots.” Hotch smiled and leaned down to kiss y/n on the forehead. He loved how lowkey y/n was. He knew she’d understand the joke, if she wouldn’t have, he never would have said it. He pulled back and said, “Well maybe we can have some sparkling water instead. Now. Do you still have that blanket from when we had that picnic with Jack?” y/n nodded and said, “It’s in the hall closet. I washed it a long time ago. It might have moth balls by now, to be honest.” Aaron stepped toward the closet and said, “Well, we can shake them out when we get to the park if they’re there. Do you want to grab a coffee to go? I see you’re machine is still running.” y/n whipped their head toward the kitchen and said, “Shoot, I forgot about that. Thanks for the reminder. Do you want a cup too?” Aaron called out over his shoulder, “Yes, that’d be great.” As Hotch got the blanket, y/n pulled two cups from the cabinet and made the coffee. She then quickly grabbed her purse and sunglasses. y/n held the door open for Aaron and they both walked down to his car.

In the park, the pair found a spot under a shady tree that was private but gave a view to a field where people were tossing a frisbee around and some dogs were chasing tennis balls in the lush grass. Aaron and y/n were quiet for a while as they both took in the lovely weather and coffee. When Aaron finished his cup, he set it on the quilted blanket and lay down to look at the sky. Seeing the expanse of Aaron’s chest so wide open, y/n set down her cup and made sure it stayed up before placing her head and upper body on his chest. Hotch snuggled y/n’s head into his chest a bit more and his hands found their place on her back and in her _y/h/c_ hair. y/n sighed contentedly into him, not in a tired way just a “I’m happy to be here way.” Aaron’s eyes gazed down to her back and shoulders and he said, “y/n, would you tell me why you decided to quit? I know you don’t make a big deal about it, but if you’re willing to tell me, I’d like to know.” y/n smiled into his chest and her mind flashed back to the second reason why she’d given up drinking. y/n’s fingers traced patterns over his skin and replied, “Well, it’s kinda silly, but I was just sick of being sick. I remember that Monday when I woke up as foggy as ever and I was thinking about how I only had one bottle left in the fridge and that I was going to have to walk to the store and buy another one to feel comfortable for the night because one bottle was never enough. And then I wondered if I had the money for it because it was the end of the month. And it thought about the type of power that alcohol had over my emotions and finances. It felt like it was controlling my life and I was sick of it. I had such better things to live for, like you and Jack and work. There was so much more to pay attention to in life. So I got out of bed that morning and poured all that I had out. Then I threw away all the bottles, immediately, so I wouldn’t be reminded of them. Let me tell you, I didn’t sleep for two days after that. It was pretty shitty.” y/n chuckled at how terrifying the choice had been for the first two days. Aaron listened and his face broke out in a smile as his hands ran up and down y/n’s back. He said, “Well I’m so happy for you. I see how much you’ve kind of come into yourself over this last month. I know it’s been hard, and yes I said that before, but you’re doing great, and I’ll keep supporting you however you need me to, tomorrow, next week, next month, until the end of time. I promise you that.” y/n looked up from his chest and gave his jaw a series of kisses that left Aaron fully flustered.

When it got dark the pair moved to the restaurant where they were seated at a corner table inside. The place had little tea candles on the tables and Aaron, true to his word, ordered a chilled bottle of sparkling water for the table. He even asked for wine flutes like they were having champagne. y/n laughed slightly as he poured them both glasses and handed one over to her. y/n picked up her glass as did Aaron. y/n’s eyes lit up as they clinked glasses and he said, “Here is to my love and how proud I am of you.” y/n added, “Well here this should also go out to my love and just how amazing you are to me. I wouldn’t be here at a month sober if you didn’t remind me how happy I can be without drinking.” Aaron couldn’t help but flush a little. They both took a sip and as y/n set down her glass she smiled at him and said, “You know Aaron, as simple as you are, you can go all out on some things.” y/n winked at the bottle of sparkling water and Hotch chuckled saying, “Well, I only think I’m extra for the important things, and I think this is one of them.” Soon after that, their food came and they had a nice meal together reflecting on their relationship and how it had evolved over the months.

When the pair got back to y/n’s home, she turned to him and asked, “So, are you going to spend the night tonight? Was that calling out to the team and Director Strauss just a tonight thing, or could it maybe extend into tomorrow morning?” y/n gave him her best pleading eyes because it was so nice to have him around unexpectedly, and she wanted to capitalize on his time if he could get away with it. Aaron smiled and said, “Well, I let the team get away with being in the office late once or twice, I don’t know why I can’t follow suit once in a while.” y/n grinned and said, “That’s my rule breaker. Now…I was thinking maybe I could do with a shower. How would you feel about joining me?” Hotch’s eyes flashed dark with a desire for a moment and he said in a voice suddenly much lower, “Well, that sounds like a good idea to me. Let me get it running at a good temperature.”

While Aaron was getting the shower set perfectly, y/n stripped down to nothing. y/n looked at herself in the mirror, glad to see her bold glow without the feeling of fuzziness from drinking, When Hotch said that the water was ready, she moved into the steamy room. Aaron’s eyes widened as she stepped past him and into the shower. She turned to face him and let the water cascade down her naked body. y/n loved the fact that she could freeze him like this, and she teased, “Are you going to stand out there in the cold love?” Aaron snapped out of his daze and he quickly stripped out of his clothes. y/n looked him up and down as he also got drenched from the shower. Aaron couldn’t stop himself and moved forward and began kissing her neck and shoulders. He stopped and asked, “Is this okay love? Do you feel like it tonight?” y/n smiled and ran a hand down his jaw and chest toward his navel. y/n nodded and said, “Of course I do Aaron. I want you like this whenever we can enjoy each other. Getting to be this close to you makes me feel so alive.” Aaron’s eyes roamed over her face again and he said, “Good, because I want to give it to you tonight and whenever you want it, y/n. Now let me get back to this very very important job.”

He moved back to sucking and nipping at y/n’s warm skin and his mouth moved lower to a more sensitive area. As his tongue started working the spot on her chest and his hands worked over his body as well, y/n leaned her head back and let out a gasp. y/n ran her hands through his short hair. As Aaron kept working fervently and lovingly, she realized how much better was to experience all things with a clear head. Especially when it came to scenarios like this. To feel Aaron taking care of her with such love and desire was the best feeling she could ever have. When they were like this, giving themselves to the other, the idea of a drink, no matter how good, would never even cross y/n’s mind. As y/n let out the first soft moan of Aaron’s name and his hands moved to her thighs, y/n gave into the passion of the night because when it came down to it, Aaron was the best drug of all.

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