#someone go check aaron's tongue

[bryan-cranston-is-hot]

DID BRYAN GET HIS TONGUE PIERCED????????

whore behaviour tbh

[luveline]

Hi, I’ve never actually sent a request before so hopefully this is okay, but maybe Hotch’s adult daughter calling him dad for the first time when she’s in trouble or hurt which could also open up an opportunity for Hotch to see her mother for the first time since he found out about her

You’re gonna throw your pants in the trash when you get home. The blouse is a loss —getting blood out of champagne material is a pipe dream. But the pants were unscathed until now. 

“Can you look at me?” 

You lift your pounding head. The EMT cups your cheek, her lips quirked into a deep frown as she raises a small flashlight to your eyes. “Just gonna check your pupils again,” she murmurs, shining the light in your eye. 

Each flash has a heated knife of pain slamming into your brain. You moan in pain and tip your head forward, wanting more than anything to lay down. 

“What can I do to make you more comfortable?” the EMT asks. 

“I want to go to the hospital,” you say. Surely they can fix the carving agony behind your face. 

“I know. As soon as the ruckus upstairs is clear, we’re going to take you there.” 

“I don’t want to sit here.” You grimace at the clammy stone under your legs. The subway is not a good place to touch things. 

“It’ll be over soon. There’s a heavy police presence. You’ll be okay.” 

“Got blood on my shirt,” you mumble. 

“I’m sure someone will wash it for you.” 

“My dad,” you say without thinking. 

If you asked, Aaron would wash the blood from your shirt. He could buy you a whole new wardrobe and he would if you let him, but he would just as happily stand at the sink scrubbing away your stains. 

“Ah, Mr. Hotchner,” the EMT says. “I’ve heard about him, I think we all have. He’s a very important man.” 

“He’s just my dad,” you whisper. 

You’re not really talking to her anymore, the thumping pain behind your eyes a wave you can’t get past. It hurts with every breath. When you hold out your hand, the EMT knows without asking that you’re going to throw up. 

She’s more alarmed after that. “Okay, I’m gonna take you upstairs now, okay? I’m sorry there’s no gurney, but we just have to get to the top of the stairs.” 

Each step sucks. You taste blood and vomit alike on your tongue, the daylight is too bright as you ascend the steps, and the EMT isn’t taking enough of your weight. You moan something incomprehensible even to yourself on the second to last step and cover your eyes, aware of the sirens, the roaring crowds, glass shattering at your feet. 

“Shit,” the EMT says. 

You search for your phone blindly, your hand lost in a pocket full of gum wrappers and tissue. “I don’t have my bag... I want my phone. Need to call my dad.” 

“It’s okay,” she says, giving you an encouraging jostle to look out at the clearing sidewalk. “I can see him.” 

Aaron is speed-walking through the crowd. He’s surrounded by people in Kevlar vests, but he himself wears nothing more than his usual suit and tie. His face changes when he sees you from glaring to a strange flitting panic. 

“Are you all right?” he asks, jogging those last few metres to take you by the elbows. “Sweetheart, are you all right?” 

Your eyes are tired. “Somebody hit me,” you say. 

“I know.” His sympathy is warm, his hand smoothing up your arm as he turns on the spot. “Morgan, can we get better access down this street?” 

One of the Kevlar vests doubles back the way they came. You’re trying to make sense of who you’re seeing, and what’s happening, but the confusion since you got hurt is enthusiastic. You can’t make sense of anything but the splitting pain in your head. 

Aaron’s talking five miles a second and ushering you up those last few steps, a gentleness to his touch that’s absent in his barked commands. 

You’ve never heard him shout like that. You can’t help staring at him. 

“This is an attempted insurrection. The aggression is only going to get worse. JJ, see if you can coordinate with metro PD, make sure there aren’t any other injured civilians in the subway. Dave, I need you to run the operation while I go with her.” 

“Aaron,” you say, watching his frown deepen. 

“Reid, you’re with JJ. Prentiss, I want you to find who laid hands on her–”

“Aaron,” you say again, shocked. 

He gives your arm a placating squeeze. 

“They could still be here.” Everything he says is unarguable. He’s suddenly a monolith, and he’s freaking you out, and you’re no closer to being in the back of the ambulance than you had been ten minutes ago. “Have Garcia pull the security footage–”

“Dad,” you say in a short breath, your hand grasping weakly at his arm. 

He falls silent for a moment. The agent you’re unfamiliar with becomes the man who brings you teddy bears at dinner and sends encouraging missives in the morning. 

“What, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asks. Not gentle, but hushed.

“I think I’m gonna be sick again.” 

The EMT passes you a paper bag. 

—

You could hear a pin drop in your hospital room. Your broken nose has its own heartbeat, but that’s a feeling, rather than a sound. Aaron hasn’t spoken in a long time, he just sits there with his hand on your arm, waiting for a cue you don’t give. You’re so embarrassed about calling him dad you’ve decided to never speak to him again. 

His hand occasionally comes to life, giving your arm a soft up and down. 

It’s strange to suddenly have a father, but not bad. His paternal caring is a comfort with all the pain, and it doesn’t feel stilted. With Aaron it never has, he found out you were his and he immediately began to act like it, though you suppose you’ll never know how he would’ve loved you as an adult if he’d known you as a child. This feels genuine. Careful, but genuine. 

“Time to take it off,” he says. 

You meet his eyes. 

“The ice pack,” he explains. 

You drop it onto your leg, and he takes it and sets it on the rollover table instead. 

“You can come and stay with me for a few days,” he suggests quietly.

“I’ll be okay.” 

“Your mom’s working. I can take the time off.”

You give him a dubious look. “And then you’ll get called away and it’ll be just me and Haley in the house. That won’t be awkward at all.” 

He shakes his head. “You’re hurt. You’re gonna feel dizzy for at least another day, and that’s not thinking about how hard it’s gonna be to breathe for a while. I’ll stay home, and you can get familiar with my guest room.” 

“You don’t have to look after me.” 

“But I want to.” He holds your wrist. “I know we aren’t a conventional father and daughter…” His brow furrows, and he looks at your hand just below his rather than your face. “I want the chance to look after you. How many times were you sick as a kid? Hundreds of times. Mostly colds, a runny nose. Maybe you– maybe you broke your arm, I don’t know. But I wish I did. I owe it to you to take care of you now.” 

You give him a small smile as he raises his head. 

“Just think about it,” he says, “we’ll be here all night anyways.” 

“You can go home.” 

“Don’t be difficult,” he says, his sincerity swapped for teasing as he stand. “I have to go find you something to eat.”

He stoops to give you a warm hug across your shoulders. You should want it to be over quickly, you smell like blood and sick and sweat, your clothes are ruined, and you’re not used to him seeing you like this, but let the feeling of his hand on your back persuade you into closing your sore eyes. 

“Okay?” he asks. 

“I’m okay.” 

“Okay. I need to do a lap before your mother gets here anyhow. I might… be more unkind than I plan on being, otherwise.” 

You laugh at his half-joke and hurt your face. He is very sorry. 

[meangirls-imagines]

Jealous, much?

18+ only. Smut ahead.

regina was pissed.

not mad, pissed.

she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 

from her spot in the kitchen of whatever football player's house, she could clearly see gretchen grinding on y/n y/l/n.

it's not like she had the right to be mad at y/n. all she was to regina was a good hookup when aaron couldn't get the job done, which was 90% of the time. but regina couldn't help but feel anger and jealousy stir in her stomach. janis was right when she said regina was the apex predator of north shore, once she caught you, she refused to let go.

having become tired of seeing the two grind with each other, she decided to end it. finishing off her drink, she flipped her hair and made her way over to the pair. "gretchen, i heard jason was looking for you. you might wanna go find him." the girl gasped and ran off, looking for the sleazy boy. 

y/n sighed as her dance partner ran off. "god, you can't let me have some fun?" regina took gretchen's place, smirking at how y/n was blatantly checking her out. she turned and began to grind her ass against y/n's front, making the girl groan. "you know, i'm no expert, but i don't think your boyfriend would like this gina."

regina felt heat shoot to her core at the sound of the nickname coming out of the girl's mouth. the blonde continued grinding on y/n, pulling the hottest sounds out of the girl's mouth. after the song ended, regina grabbed y/n's hand, pulling her up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. upon entering, y/n pushed regina up against the door, connecting their lips in a steamy kiss. 

teeth and tongues clashed as the two made out against the door, y/n finally pushing regina on the bed, pushing the girl's dress up to her waist and burying her head in-between her legs. 

regina ended up walking (limping) out of the bedroom and back to her boyfriend, who didn't even question anything. 

the next day at school, regina couldn't stop thinking about y/n. unfortunately for her, she had no classes with the girl, only being able to see her at lunch. when she did finally see her, anger boiled up in her once again.

she was sitting next to gretchen when she finally caught sight of y/n. she was a few tables down from the plastics and saw that y/n was sitting awfully close to some girl named ashley, (according to gretchen). from what the blonde could see, ashley was running her hand up and down y/n's arm, purposefully pushing out her chest. 

regina was steaming, no one was allowed to touch y/n like that besides her. 

wait, what?

regina shook the thought off, getting up to get some cheese fries and a diet coke. walking back to her table, she would pass y/n and ashley. smirking to herself, she grabbed her diet coke and "tripped" spilling the can's contents on ashley, soaking her with the sticky liquid. the girl screamed and ran off to the bathroom, leaving a stunned y/n and smug regina behind. y/n looked up at the blonde and glared, before running off after ashley. 

regina stood there, floored. why would y/n run after ashley when regina was standing right there?

later that day, after regina got home, she got bored and decided to text y/n to come over.

queen bitch👑: come over.

hottest person alive🥵: can't. hanging out with ashley.

queen bitch👑: ditch her and come let me sit on your face.

hottest person alive🥵: no.

regina was reaching her anger limit and decided to spice things up a bit. she unzipped the jacket she was wearing and pushed her breasts up with her arm, making them look bigger.

queen bitch👑: 

please. i need you. 

hottest person alive🥵: give me an hour.

regina fell back on her bed out of breath and sweaty. y/n kissed her inner thigh softly before standing to her feet, putting her clothes back on. regina watched with a pout on her face as the girl got dressed. "where are you going?" y/n sighed. "since someone was extremely demanding and needy, i have to make it up to ashley." regina scoffed at the mention of the girl.

y/n took notice. "are you mad or something?" regina scoffed once more. "no, why would i be mad that you're choosing to hang out with that skank rather than stay here with me." y/n looked at the blonde girl shocked. " ashley isn't a skank. she's actually really nice and i'm kinda excited to see where things go." regina sat up at that.

"what do you mean where things go? what about us?" y/n was the one to scoff now. "what do you mean us? there is no us. you have aaron, or did you forget?" regina rolled her eyes. "this isn't about aaron, we are talking about us." y/n shook her head. "again, there is no us. you're too scared to come out so there has never been an us. i'm not your property." 

regina felt her heart break at how sad y/n sounded. the girl spoke up again. "you know what? this was fun while it lasted but i don't think we should hook up anymore regina. you have aaron and i am hoping to have ashley. i'm not going to let you ruin it because you're jealous over a relationship that was nothing more than fucking. and until you can come to terms with that, don't talk to me." 

with that, y/n walked out of the door, and out of regina's life. 

it had been a few weeks since the incident and y/n hadn't left regina's mind. the queen bee couldn't stop thinking of the girl and how much she fucked up. she had broken up with aaron the day after the incident. shockingly, he took it okay. he had his eye on someone else anyway and couldn't figure out how to break things off. 

everything had affected regina's behavior at school, the girl being more bitchy than before, especially towards ashley. gretchen had been keeping regina updated with y/n and ashley and how they were progressing, but she did drop a bomb on regina one day at lunch. 

"you know, i heard that ashley and shane have been hooking up behind y/n's back, ashley only got with y/n as a bet." regina's heart dropped at the news. she knew that bitch was slimy. y/n hadn't spoken to her since d-day so regina had no idea how to break the news to her. luckily for the blonde, she wouldn't have to. 

an hour later, while sitting in her english class, regina got a text from gretchen.

gretch: y/n found out about ashley and shane. her and shane got in a fight and they both got suspended.

regina's stomach sunk reading the text. she immediately grabbed her bag and got up, ignoring the teacher's calls. she sent a text to the plastics group chat informing them that she was leaving and for them to drive themselves home. 

she hopped in her jeep, heading towards her destination. 

she pulled in to y/n's driveway, thanking the lord that she was home alone. she got out of her car, heading up to the front door and letting herself in. she found y/n sitting on the couch in her living room, staring at her hands. the blonde slowly approached the girl, kneeling in front of her and gently grabbing her hands. y/n seemed to kind of snap out of her stupor, looking at the blonde blankly. 

"gina? what are you doing here?" regina's heart fluttered at hearing the familiar nickname. "i heard what happened with ashley. i wanted to check in on you and make sure you were okay." y/n shook her head chuckling. "since when do you take care of me?" regina sighed and kissed y/n's bruised knuckles gently. 

"since i figured out i'm in love with you." y/n froze. regina was in love with her? the blonde noticed her silence and looked up at y/n nervously. she wasn't expecting to drop that bomb on y/n so soon. y/n took a shaky breath. "you love me?" regina nodded. "i think i've always been in love with you, but i've been worried about keeping up a certain image that i just denied those feelings for you. but then we started hooking up and the feelings got stronger."

y/n noticed a few stray tears running down regina's cheeks. she reached up and cupped her cheek, gently wiping the tears off her face. regina sniffled and continued.

"i know it's toxic of me to think this but i thought if i kept you close with the hookups, that i could have the best of both worlds. but then you ended things and i lost you and i realized that i didn't wanna go on without you. so i broke up with aaron and was going to go after you but then i thought you and ashley were happy. and i didn't want to take that happiness from you. but i really am in love with you. and i want to be the one who makes you happy. to be the couple that every gets jealous of. i'm so sorry for what i put you through. just please give me a chance."

y/n couldn't take it and pulled regina into a passionate kiss. this kiss wasn't like any kiss the two had shared. the other kisses had been more of a hunger, desire burning in the pit of their stomachs. this kiss they were sharing now, felt like a missing puzzle piece was sliding into place. the two poured their feelings for each other in the kiss. 

regina got up, not pulling away from the kiss, straddling y/n, her hands automatically going to the blonde's hips. the two eventually pulled away to catch their breaths. regina began to trail hot, wet kisses down y/n's neck, leaving marks for everyone see. y/n threw her head back, giving regina more access. 

the blonde began to slowly grind on y/n's leg, searching for friction. y/n noticed and guided the girl's movements, slowing her down. regina whined into y/n's neck, the girl shushing her softly. "shhh baby. slow down, i wanna savor this." regina turned into putty at the pet name, listening to the girl as she rocked her hips slower.

y/n thanked the heavens above that regina decided to wear a skirt today. she flipped the skirt up. y/n smirked at the sight of a lacy, black thong barely covering regina. she pulled the girl down directly on her thigh, the blonde letting out a moan. y/n guided regina to grind at a steady pace, the blonde letting out soft whimpers at the feeling.

"you're so beautiful gina. so perfect. and all for me aren't you?" regina nodded as y/n's hands guided her to pick up the pace. "yes. yes, all yours y/n." y/n smiled, beginning to kiss down the blonde's neck, leaving her own marks. regina felt the bubble of pleasure sitting in the bottom of her stomach grow. 

y/n smiled at the sight of the queen bee being putty in her own hands. y/n slid one of her hands between regina's legs, gently rubbing her clit through the flimsy fabric. regina gasped at the feeling, throwing her head back.y/n smirked. "god, i wish you could see yourself right now baby, you look so perfect." regina sped her movements up, chasing her high.

y/n could tell she was getting close, so she began to help her out by applying more pressure to her clit. "i want you to cum for me regina. make a mess on my thigh." regina couldn't hold it anymore. the bubble popped and her orgasm washed over her in waves. y/n helped her ride it out, the girl gently shaking on her thigh. 

"good girl. so beautiful. so perfect." y/n continued to rain praise down on regina as as she gently picked the girl up and headed to her room. she laid the blonde down on her bed and went into her bathroom to grab a wet cloth. she came back and gently cleaned regina up, shushing the girl's soft whimpers. 

she then threw the cloth in her hamper before going to grab some sweats and a t-shirt for the blonde. after a few minutes of gently rag dolling regina into the clothes, she grabbed a water bottle from her mini fridge and a power bar, urging the blonde to take.

water drank and power bar eaten, regina laid on y/n's chest as the girl stroked her hair. y/n spoke up. "will you be my girlfriend gina?" regina sat up slowly, turning to y/n. "if you think i was leaving here without becoming your girlfriend, you are crazy. of course i'll be your girlfriend you dork. you can't give me that amazing of an orgasm and expect me to not scoop you up."

y/n laughed and pulled the blonde girl into a soft kiss, cementing the unspoken promise of love between the two girls.

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

I love how you characterize Aaron Hotchner! Would you please write something for him along with the quote ‘keep your eyes open, sweetheart’? Completely up to you, but was definitely thinking about some heavy angst 🙃🙃

"look at me" - hotch x gn!bau!reader - 985 words

cw: injuries and depictions of violence, general angst, anxiety, hotch literally just being a hero as per freakin usual

why hello my love! thank you sm for this request <3

i don't write a lot of angst, it's certainly something i need practice with! but i really enjoyed writing this and i smooch ur lil forehead

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People always say that in a near-death experience, your whole life flashes before your eyes. 

Not yours. 

You didn’t see your whole life, no. You saw bits and pieces - learning to ride a bike, walking at your high school graduation, pinning your FBI badge to your blazer. And then you just saw Aaron. 

The first time you met, shaking hands as a brazen formality in the middle of a case, feeling his deep, brown eyes scrutinize your every move, watching him watch you. He was testing you back then, seeing if you’d be a good fit for the team.

The first real conversation you shared with him - The Beatles, which song was his favorite? Laughing at him when he said Yellow Submarine. 

When he held your hand for the first and only time on a particularly rough case, about four months ago, and promised you that things would get better. 

When you comforted him for the first time, about three months ago, after Haley left him. You promised him that everything happens for a reason. 

Five minutes ago, when you told him you felt certain the unsubs were going to strike again. You felt it in the pits of your stomach, you told Aaron. And he just nodded and said he trusted your intuition. Then he held the door open for you, and led you out of the police station, into the dead-quiet night of the street.  

He clicked the key fob in his hand, and the SUV burst into red-hot flames and sent you both flying. You were immediately knocked unconscious, your body thrust out into the street flippantly, like someone had simply thrown a baseball. 

You come to on the concrete, your head pounding. All sound is muffled, but you see Aaron on his knees, hovering over you. His face is covered in dirt and soot and blood, and he keeps cupping his hand over his ear. 

“ - hear me?” Sound is restored in the middle of Aaron’s question. It’s abrupt, like someone changing the channel on the TV, but you can hear again. You feel dizzy and disoriented as you prop yourself up on your elbows. 

“Stay down,” Aaron instructs, guiding you gently to lay flat on your back once again. Your entire body is throbbing. 

“Aaron,” you feel a panicked, whispered sob escape you. He grabs your hand and you feel him squeeze it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. You feel dizzy, like you might pass out again and Aaron’s grip tightens around your hand. “It hurts.” 

“Keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart. Please?” The endearment rolls off of Aaron’s tongue like he’s said it a million times before. He hasn’t. Your relationship with him has been professional-ish up until this point. You’re not sure how he feels about you, exactly, but at this moment, it doesn’t matter. 

 He doesn’t even acknowledge that he said it. “What hurts?” Aaron’s speaking loudly, like someone who has headphones in. His hand is still pressed against his ear. 

“All of it,” you murmur. “Everything.” 

You feel tears in your eyes. Your stomach is in knots and you feel like someone is sitting on your chest. You blink a few times, feeling the tears drip down your face and onto your lips, salty and full of dread. 

Aaron’s checking you over, you realize, lifting your head gently and quickly to make sure you’re not bleeding. He’s talking to you, telling you what he’s doing so you don’t panic even more. He uses feather-light touches to lift your arm, and pain shocks you, coursing through your wrist. “Shh, hey, I’m sorry,” he says, laying your arm by your side. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Your wrist is broken.” 

You blink a few tears away. 

“I’m going to pick you up, Y/N,” he tells you. He never calls you by your first name, but you’re in so much pain that you can’t even be jarred by it. “Can you move your other arm?” 

It feels laden, but you can. You nod and whimper in confirmation. 

“Can you hook it around my neck?” He asks as he slides his hands under you. The crooks of your knees and your back are cradled by Aaron’s arms and you wrap your arm around his neck. Once he determines you’re stable in his arms, he lifts you up. You hear sirens blaring as they get closer, and you see Aaron grimace. You feel his body tense up, his fingers curl around the fabric of your shirt. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask him in an unfiltered mumble, sniffling as he carries you towards the nearest ambulance. 

“It’s just my ear. I’m fine, Y/N. I’ll be fine,” he promises, but you feel how labored his gait is. It’s taking everything in him to carry you to the ambulance. You want to tell him to stop, to remind him that the paramedics can bring the gurney to you. But you’re so tired, so dizzy. You think maybe if you just rest your eyes a little bit, you might feel better. Your head tilts to rest in the crook of Aaron’s neck. Your eyes flutter shut. 

“Y/N, you might have a concussion. You have to stay awake, okay?” Aaron’s voice draws you back. Your eyes are shaky when they open, and you see him looking at you with weighted concern as he sets you onto the gurney. 

The paramedics load you shakily up into the ambulance, and you reach your uninjured arm out. “You’re going to the hospital with me, right?” You ask. 

Aaron nods, climbing in after the paramedics and sitting beside you. His eyes are piercing and full of consternation as he takes your uninjured hand in both of his. He runs his fingertips over your knuckles, nodding assuredly, though you are certain he is feeling exactly the opposite.  “Yeah. Of course. I’m not going to leave you.”

[nikkisheep]

Rick Grimes' Girl

Rick Grimes x female!reader

Warnings: season 5 Rick, kiss, cursing, Judith crying, Aaron looks at the reader for a second too long for Rick's liking, everything Rick does is hot

kinda short but I rushed because I have too any ideas for this. Kinda bad too. Sorry

Summary: When meeting a stranger in the woods, the group seeks out the stranger's cars. Leaving you and Rick with the stranger in the barn with Judith.

The rain had cleared up. Maggie and Sasha came back with a man. A man we did not know if he was bad or if he was good. We knew nothing about him. Rick was talking to the man, at least he was before he punched the man. You were holding Judith, since taking him from Carl's arms, and watched the toned man's back flex after the punch.

Michonne wanted to check out the man's words but Rick did not trust them. He was not going to put his kids and the group at risk over something a man said. Eventually Rick caved to her words and gave them an hour to get back.

"You have 43 minutes," Rick said to the man who claims to be named Aaron.

Judith started crying while Rick tried and struggled to crush acorns in a bowl with the handle of his gun. You walked up to him and removed the crying Judith from his arms.

"Let me take care of her," You offer, bouncing the baby in your arms.

Rick looked at you with love and adoration which was not all that rare when he looked at you. With everything he had seen and done, you could barely believe that he was still able to look at someone with that stare.

"Did you see the apple sause in my pack?" Aaron spoke.

Rick then went on a crazy spree, not trusting the sause for his daughter. He forced the man to eat a spoonful to prove that it was not poisoned or anything that could harm Judith and then licked the remaining bit off the spoon. Now was not the time to fantasize about his tongue sticking out for just a second to lick the spoon.

You fed Judith and flattened her growing hair. Rick kept glancing at his watch, waiting for the group Glenn took out. He just itched to be proven right by the man that was bound on the ground of the barn. Yes, there was a small part of him that hoped there was actually a camp or community or whatever the hell Aaron had said but he just did not trust the man. Something in his gut was telling him not to trust the man who claimed that he could help the group and give them a home. He just did not want to risk it.

Aaron looked worried when the group still was not back after about 35 minutes. He looked at you while you cooed the baby to sleep and he smiled. He looked at how Judith fit right in your arms and how much you may be the mother.

"Is she yours?"

"No, I wish but no she isn't."

"She kinda looks like you."

"Shut you fucking mouth," Rick said. He did not want you to be talking to the stranger. He did not want the memory of Lori coming back to mind. Even after so long, she still haunts him in his sleep. But not when you can help it. You knew that he loved his wife and you knew that she would always have a place in his mind. She was the mother of Carl and Judith. Even if Judith wasn't Rick's, he still loved her as if she was. And in a way, she was his. She was everything to the former cop.

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The group made it back with the news that Aaron was telling the truth about the cars, at least. Rick was listening to Michonne and Glenn speak while you moved to a haystack to sit on. Aaron looked over at you for a minute, hoping you could talk to the stubborn cop who threatened to stab him in the skull.

Daryl noticed and leaned down to Aaron's ear.

"I would stop staring."

"I was't staring."

"Listen, tha' girl is with the man in charg'. That's Rick Grimes' girl and ain't no body gonna touch her'. So if I was ya, I would stop lookin'."

Aaron looked at you and then the archer beside him. Daryl was giving him the look as if to say, "Go ahead and see what happens". Aaron simply bows his head and then glances up when Judith started to cry softly.

"Tell me where the camp is," Rick demanded.

Rick argued with the tied up man and he kept noticing that Aaron looked at you for help. But Rick did not think this quickly. No, no, he thought that Aaron was sizing you. Looking at you for too long and he was tired of it.

"She.is.mine." He gritted out and strutted over to your area.

Rick grabbed your head and pulled you into a kiss. His lips moved against yours and you started to get dizzy from how good it felt. Rick pulled away all too soon and you leaned to get another kiss from his soft lips. He chuckled and turned to Aaron.

"Stop looking at my girl and tell me where the camp is."

[ashtheketchum]

Would you be willing to write a scenario for A New Family where Daryl and Y/N have a baby together, D/N becoming a big sister? Maybe the baby is a boy? D/N would definitely have questions about where babies come from😂

A new family member

Daryl Dixon X fem.Reader

A/N: I hope you like this idea and how I implemented it! It's an incredibly cute idea! I can´t-! Thank you for your request!

Era: Alexandria (S5)

Summary: Daryl and (Y/N) are expecting a child and (Y/N) gives birth in Alexandria. The whole group is happy for the couple, but (D/N) is confused and a new question is on the tip of her tongue.

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, mention of sex, mention of childbirth, Daryl is maybe a little bit ooc

Words: 2.4k

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PoV (Y/N):

It was a terrible time. After that whole Terminus shit our group was badly beaten and we didn't know where to go. We ran out of food and hardly had anything to drink. And what didn't make things any better was the fact that I was pregnant. I was in my last months and it was getting harder and harder to keep up with the others. Daryl and (D/N) always stayed close to me and supported me. Sometimes it really took me emotionally to see how quickly she had grown and now she was going to be a big sister. But unlike her, her little sibling will grow up without violence from her father.

Daryl and I had planned it, of course, and after a lot of talking and planning we decided to have a child together. The embarrassing part was that we had to discuss everything with Rick and prepare everything. We had been given a private room, but Rick wanted to put guards outside the door. Luckily Daryl had said something against it, so we had peace and quiet. Daryl had also taken good care of me during the pregnancy.

(D/N), on the other hand, was always way too curious. She kept staring at my belly and I noticed that she had asked Michonne or Carol where the children came from. But both of them had repeatedly waved her off by saying that she should ask me and Daryl. Of course, Daryl noticed this too and he mentally prepared himself to have to answer the question.

At Terminus everything just got more stressful, the fear of being eaten by living people was frightening and I was incredibly afraid of losing (D/N). Carol came to save us just in time, but I had barely felt a kick from the baby since then. But now, whenever I ate something small, it would kick slightly, which made me sigh with relief every time.

After not even too long, Aaron found us and brought us to Alexandria. It was all set up so beautifully and safely that it felt like a dream at first. But when I was told that I could be taken to the infirmary, I pinched myself. And no, it was all real.

Daryl and (D/N) accompanied me to the doctor in this small town and everything was checked out. The baby was okay and would probably be born soon. I was suggested to stay at the infirmary until the baby came. Daryl was against it at first, but after I agreed, he remained silent and looked at everyone threateningly. (D/N) was also against it at first, but she didn't speak up either. She knew she didn't have a say in this case. So the two of them went to our new house that same evening to prepare everything there.

PoV Daryl:

We had prepared everything in the new house where we were going to live for a while. Everything was ready and some were already ready to rest. But even though everything was so full, I felt something empty inside me. It pissed me off. I love (Y/N), (D/N) and also our future child, but somehow it annoys me that I've become so soft with them. But I didn't want to change it, I was happy and nothing would change that. "Daryl?" I suddenly heard someone. I looked at (D/N). Her hair has grown and she has grown too. She looks more and more like her mother and she was just as strong as (Y/N). "Wha' is it, lil' brat?" I asked her.

She lets out a quiet sigh before she sits down on her sleeping bag. Between mine and (D/N)'s sleeping bag is actually always (Y/N)'s. Well, I put her sleeping bag between ours anyway, but her sleeping bag was empty and cold. "I have a question…" I had to swallow hard, the fear building up inside me again. Fuck, I hadn't thought up a lie yet. Should I tell her the truth? But she's not even 13 years old. I nod nervously at her before I sit down next to her. "Wha' is it…?" I asked, even though I already knew what it was about. (D/N) looked me seriously in the eyes before she sat down straight. "Where do children come from? How do you make children? How did you and Mom manage to get another child in her? And why does it have to be inside her before it can come out? Where does it come out from?"

She had so many questions, my head even started to spin slightly. Behind me I could hear Carol giggling, which made me look at her pissed off for a moment. But she just turned away innocently and then continued talking to Tara. Hissing, I then turned back to (D/N), who looked at me with determined eyes. Why was she so interested in knowing something like that? I'll probably never know. "Well… uh… ya know… ya have a cun-!" Before I could finish my sentence, Rick walked past me just behind me and he pulled my hair hard.

I growled as I watched him go, but he just gave me a pleading look. As if he knew I was about to tell (D/N) the truth. So I sighed quietly before turning back to (D/N). Her expression hadn't changed at all. "Well… uh…" I tried again, but this time with a lie. Even though I didn't like lying to her. "Yar motha and I… we love each other so hard that… aliens put a child in her stomach." Everyone around us went quiet and I could feel the confused and amused looks on me. "Aliens?" She asked again. "Yeh… aliens…" I mentally beat myself up, I had never said anything so stupid before. “I don’t think that aliens are real, Daryl…” “Have ya seen the dead people here?” Now (D/N) looked at me confused before looking at Carl. "Alright… cool… I guess…?" She just mumbled quietly.

Her (E/C) eyes just looked at me suspiciously. I was incredibly uncomfortable and my ears turned red. I quickly looked down so she couldn't see my expression. "And… how will the kid get out…?" My whole body tensed when (D/N) asked that. Little beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I had to swallow hard. What the hell was my problem? I could fight walkers, I could fight people, even kill them. And now I have damn problems explaining to a child what sex is for and how to have children? "W-well… Ask yar motha! I'm not the woman!" I then said, overwhelmed.

With quick movements I grabbed my crossbow and walked out of the house. My heart was still pounding wildly against my chest, but the fresh air felt very good and I calmed down a bit.

PoV (Y/N):

I lay awake in the hospital bed and let my hand slide over my baby's belly. Although I was tired, I just couldn't fall asleep. Too many thoughts were going through my head and I missed Daryl and (D/N). Actually, it was completely idiotic to miss them both, they only sleep a few houses away from me. "How should I name you…?" I then murmured quietly. I looked at my belly and the baby stepped right under my palm. Smiling, I kissed my fingertips gently before rubbing them on my belly. "Maybe DJ, if it's a boy…" I had to giggle at that thought. But my smile disappeared immediately when I heard a loud crack. My gaze went to the window, which was slightly open, only the curtains obscured the view into the room. Out of reflex, I reached next to me, where my knife usually lies, but it wasn't with me. Annoyed, I hissed quietly before holding my breath and staying as quiet as possible.

Swallowing hard, I saw a broad figure approach the window and gently push the curtains aside. "If you come in here, I'll call my husband. He'll bust your ass!" I shouted and the movements stopped for a moment. But after just a few seconds the curtain was pushed aside and Daryl looked at me, slightly confused but also a little embarrassed. I breathed a sigh of relief, but a certain shame also spread across my cheeks. "Yar husband? Since when are we married?" He asked amused.

I looked away from him, sulking, as the archer quietly climbed into the room. With quick but quiet steps he moved towards my bed and sat down next to me. He briefly kissed my baby belly before giving my forehead a kiss. "I messed up…" "Nah… you're doing great with all this…" Daryl just shook his head and I saw his cheeks turn bright red. Amused but also confused, I looked at him closely. "Daryl? What have you done?" "Nothin'… jus'… well…" He hesitated and then looked away, at my belly.

I slowly sat up and kissed him gently. “It’s okay… I won’t be mad, I promise…” “… I told (D/N) tha’ aliens put a baby in yar body…” My eyebrows shoot up and I look at Daryl in disbelief. As if I didn't believe that he really did that, but he didn't lie to me. In the whole time we were together, he had never lied to me. "You did what?" "I can explain…" We remained silent for a moment, my waiting gaze remaining on him. "… 'kay… I can't explain…" He then murmured quietly.

Sighing, I put my hands on my stomach before shaking my head slightly. "Okay… I-'m sure, we can handle this after the bi-!" Before I could finish my sentence, I was suddenly struck by a strong pain. My legs became wet and damp and my breath came out in jerks. In a panic, I reached into the bed frame and lay flat on the bed. Daryl saw me panicking, his hands at my sides. "G-go and get the doc!" I then shouted loudly. I clenched my jaw tightly while Daryl just nodded and then went out to get the doc. Breathing heavily, I squeezed my eyes shut so I could concentrate on the pain.

PoV Daryl:

As quickly as I could, I pulled the doc into the room, away from (Y/N), who was screaming louder and moaning in pain. The doc rubbed his eyes briefly before looking at (Y/N) with wide eyes. He immediately went next to her and pulled his tools towards him. "Daryl, wait outside." "Nah, fuck off, doc!" I shouted at the doc, but he just gave me a stern look while his hands spread (Y/N)'s legs. I looked at it uncertainly for a moment before I growled loudly and left the room. I closed the door only slightly so that I could at least hear everything.

While I listened to the doc talking to (Y/N) and (Y/N) always screaming loudly, my face sometimes twisted. I felt sorry that I could only listen, but why the hell wasn't I allowed in?

"What's happening here!?" I heard someone shout. I looked at the entrance door where (D/N) was standing. She looked at me in shock, but when she heard her mother, her eyes widened and she tried to go into the room. But I wrapped my arms tightly around her. "Stay here, damn kid!" I admonished her. But (D/N) hit my chest hard, hoping that I would let her go. But I didn't. "Daryl, let me go! Mom needs me!" "Nah! The doc is with her…"

She didn't listen to me, but kept trying to walk past me. God, she got her mother's stubbornness too. After several minutes, the screaming stopped and my whole body tensed. (D/N) also stopped when she no longer heard her mother and tears formed in her eyes. "Dary…" She spoke quietly to me, her voice very weak. I heard the doc walking around the room before he opened the door and looked at me. He just looked at me silently, his cold eyes boring deep into mine. "Mom!" (D/N) screamed and pulled herself from my arms.

Before I could even react, she was already next to (Y/N), who was lying in bed, breathing heavily. The baby was in her arms. Our baby. I stayed quiet for a moment before I walked past the doctor and went to (Y/N) and (D/N). I immediately sat down on the bed next to (Y/N). The baby was crying loudly and only had a thin blanket wrapped around its lower body. The umbilical cord was still on its belly button. Rick had told me about it, but somehow it still seemed so surreal and disgusting. "It's a boy by the way." I just heard the doctor say. Maybe I had misheard, but his voice sounded tired and annoyed, which is why I glared at him briefly. But my attention immediately went to (Y/N) and our son.

"Ya don´t really have a name for him, righ´?" I asked as I threw away the severed umbilical cord and then gave her a kiss. (D/N) had now calmed down again and she looked at her little brother admiringly. "Well… at first I thought about DJ… you know, because Daryl Jr…." I had to suppress a smile, but then I nodded slightly. “Wha not?” My question made (Y/N) look up at me, (D/N) took her brother in her arms and tried to calm him down. "What do you mean…?" "Wha shouldn´t we name him DJ?" "B-because well… I… don´t know…" She looks down at her hands and plays with them. I quickly put my hand on hers and kissed (Y/N) lovingly. "We´ll name him DJ…" I then murmured softly against her lips.

(Y/N) smiled lovingly at me before nodding and then looking at (D/N). "You are an alien baby, do you know that?" She whispered to her brother. Swallowing hard, I stared at the girl while I felt (Y/N)'s pissed off look on me. Maybe I should have just been honest with her.

[supercriminalbean]

Our princess.

Dave Rossi x NB!Reader x Aaron Hotchner.

Summary: Threesome smut. Their little princess keeps playing up so they have to teach them a lesson. (Reader uses they/them pronoun but AFAB)

Warnings: SMUT!! R18 only. minors do not read! Being tied up, toys involved, degrading, praising, chocking, sharing, anal. Use of princess for reader. Men on men action (They kiss and touch each other) (Let me know if I have missed anything)

A/N: This is hot, so hehe. I kinda rushed the aftercare part so Im sorry about that but yeah other wise enjoy my two fav men. Sorry for the delay work became crazy.

Update: change this from gender neutral reader to non binary reader as I feel like it just suits better. Reader is AFAB

Words: 4.5k

“Now princess, I’m going to need you to stay quiet, I have company coming over soon” Dave smirks down at you, looking at you all tied to his bed, spread eagle tie. Your favourite virbarter tied to your thigh, pressing against your clit, small whimpers slipping through your lips. 

“Dave please, I’m sorry” Pouting softly as you look up at him, your heart racing as his fingers tracing down your naked body. Suddenly a sharp slap is laid on your inner thigh, forcing your body to lunge upwards, pulling on your restraints. 

“That's not my name Princess” Dave snarls as he turns the vibrator on, glaring at you angrily “you’re already broken enough rules today, I'm sure you want to stop being a brat and be my good little kitten” 

“Y yes daddy” Small whimpers slipping throughout your words, your body stinging from the spanking he gave you earlier. 

“Aw maybe you do know how to behave” His laughter belittles you, his eyes racking over your body. “But I know better than that, you just wanted attention all day, to bad you don’t get any” 

Ding dong.

“Ah look my friend’s here, now you better stay quiet, I’ll check on you soon, and you are not allowed to come at all” Dave smirks at you, enjoying the view of you all tied up at his mercy. Grabbing the remote that's beside the bed, before leaning down and kissing you deeply.

“Colour?” He pulls away from your lips, studying you closely with concern. 

“Green Daddy” Smiling up at him, nervous and excitement running through your body. 

“That's my good kitten, now you know how to get out of here if it's too much?” 

“Yes Daddy, I just pull this rope here and I can then untie myself” Gripping onto the rope that will undo the knot. 

“Good” Dave smiles, feeling at ease now.

Ding dong.

“Looks like someone else is impatient” Dave chuckles a little, turning up your vibrator before walking out.

~~~

You're not sure how long you’ve been left alone, you’ve done your best to keep quite small whimpers and moans slipping out. You can’t help it, Dave has edged you at least four times, always turning the vibrator off just as you get close enough. The last time you got closer you couldn’t help the moans getting louder, pulling on the restraints as you try to get away from the vibrator pushed tightly on your clit. Ever since you let out the loudest moan, the vibrator has been turned off and that's when you realise you're in trouble.

The door finally starts to open, grinning with relief as you look up expecting to see Dave, instead fear and excitement runs through your body as your eyes land on your boss.

“A aaron” Your eyes widen as you stare up at him, pulling at your restraints hoping you could cover yourself up. 

“God Sweetheart, look at you” A dark smirk plays on his lips as his eyes run down your body, taking you all in. 

“What did you do for him to tie you up a little this huh?” Aaron walks into the room, leaving the door open as he walks towards you. 

“I uh.. Um” Your brain goes blank as you watch Aarons every move, watching as he rolls his sleeves up as he walks around the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Speak up sweetheart, I know you know how to use that mouth of yours” A snigger rolls off his tongue as you whimper softly. 

“I.. I was being a brat all day to daddy” Glancing up at Aaron a pout playing on your lips, your heart racing away in your chest. 

“Oh just today huh?” Aaron rolls his eyes as he comes to a stop right beside you, his eyes dark and swirling with lust. “Because from what I have seen, you’ve been a brat all week wearing that fucking skirt of yours to work yesterday” Aaron snarls out as he slides his hand down the middle of your chest, ideas swimming in his mind of thing things he going to do to you tonight. “You know you aren’t allowed to wear that at the office” His cold fingers slide over your hardened nipples slowly, rubbing them between his two fingers, a small whine escaping you.

“I I’m sorry Sir” Biting your lip as he pinches your nipple hard, trying your hardest to stay quiet. 

“No your fucking not” Rolling his eyes up at you as he moves his hand up tp grab your jaw tightly. “If you were fucking sorry, you would have been listening to Dave today when he was in charge of you and not being a stupid little brat” Venom drips from his words as he squeezes your jaw tightly. “And if you were truely sorry, you wouldn’t of worn that fucking skirt yesterday and be bending over, leaning against a desk every signal time me or Dave walked passed, are you trying to get us caught, little one” 

“N no no” Your words are barely above a whisper, your breath getting stuck in your throat as he leans down, closer. 

“Then why, sweetie?” Aaron licks his lips as he spots you shelving under his touch. 

“I.. W we hadn’t played in awhile, so I um” Taking a deep breath as his grip loose on your jaw. 

“Oh so you're needy, so you decided to play up for some attention huh, god you're such a whore” Aaron smirks as he slowly moves closer, his lips barely touching yours, and his hold on your jaw stopping you from closing the gap. 

“P please sir”

“Please what, slut?” Aaron chuckles softly as he glances down at your lips. 

“Please kiss me, sir” Your breathless as you ask, pouting softly as you stare at him. 

“Only because you asked so nicely” Aaron smiles softly, leaning forward, capturing your lips with his. 

~~~

The kiss soon turns from sweet to rough and heavy, his tongue parting your lips slipping easily into your mouth. His hand stays firmly on your jaw, as he slides onto the bed with you, his other hand slides down your chest, playing with your nipples make you squeak and groan softly into the kiss. 

Suddenly the low buzzing starts up again, forcing you to thrust upwards at the sudden vibration, moaning softly into the kiss. Aaron pulls away slowly, chuckling as he looks up.

“Finally decided to join us Dave” Aaron takes his hand off your jaw as you lean your head back down, the vibrator being turned up again. 

“Well someone had to clean up” Dave smirks as he looks over at you, a small puddle that's forming under you, wetness running down your shaking thighs. “Someone learning their lesson kitten?” Dave walks over to you, sitting on your other side, his hand coming to rest on your inner thigh. You can barely form words so all you do is whimper and nod in response, not daring to look at him 

“Words kitten” Dave smirks as he turns up the vibrator, earning louder whimpers. 

“Yes Daddy I’m learning my lesson” Glancing at him, a small pout still playing on your lips, even though you know it's useless when it comes to him. 

“Wipe that look off your face princess, you brought this on yourself” Dave smirks, looking over at Aaron who looks at Dave excitedly, before holding his hand out for the remote, a soft smile on his face. 

“Can I, please” 

Dave can’t help but chuckle softly before handing it over to him. “Just behave Aaron, because I wouldn’t mind seeing you in this same position” Dave licks his lips as your thighs clench, Aaron blushing deeply before nodding.

“Good boy” Dave winks, before moving his attention back to you, his hand trailing up your thigh slowly. “Your dripping kitten, you need us hmm” Dave chuckles as you whimper back yes. His fingers move past the vibrator, running up your slit slowly collecting your wetness. “I bet I could slide straight into you princess, your wet enough that I don’t even need to stretch you, aren't you my little slut”

“Yes Daddy please” Grinding yourself against his hips and the toy, your pussy aching for him.

“Oh you want daddy to wreck you baby?, use your holes until you can’t take it anymore” Dave smirks as he slides a finger in you, groaning softly at how warm and soft you are. “Want me to fill you of my cum then have Aaron fuck it back into you” Dave slides his finger in and out of you slowly, feeling the vibrator pulsing on your clit.

“Yes daddy yes please I need you to use me please, I need your cum in me” You cry out as he curls his fingers,just as Aaron turns the vibrator up. “No no no please, I need to cum” Your walls tighten around Dave finger, moans dripping from you, eyes closed tightly.

“Fucking hold it” Dave snarls at you, pulling his fingers out. 

“C can’t, I can’t, please Daddy” Whimpering loudly as you pull against the restraints, Aaron smirking down at you, before turning the vibrator completely off. 

“W what no no” Groaning frustrated, leaning back into the bed as you take deep breath, trying to calm yourself down again from being edged for at least the 5th time that night.

“We told you to behave, now if you listen to us, we may allow you to cum at least once tonight” Aaron smirks evilly down at you. Pouting softly you nod, tears sliding down your face.

“Yes sir”

“Good, now colour?” Aaron demands.

“Green sir” Giving him a small tired smile, which only grows as he leans down and kisses you sweetly.

“You're so good for us” He whispers as he pulls away. “You're our good little whore aren’t you sweetie” 

“Yes sir” Grinning softly as he kisses you again, only for the moment to be broken up by a loud scoff.

“God you're too soft on them Aaron” Dave rolls his eyes as he unties your ankle, before removing the vibrator placing it on the bedside table.

“No I’m not” Aaron pulls away to defend himself, smirking down at you. “I’m not too soft, am I Sweetheart?”

“Never” You agree, licking your lips as he chuckles lightly, before untying your wrists, rubbing them between his hands. 

“No Aaron you're too soft” Dave disagrees, before standing up holding his hand out to you, which you take without hesitation. Dave pulls you up onto your legs, which shake as soon as you try to put pressure on them a painful whimper slips through your lips, which makes both boys grin. Dave leads you to the front of the bed, where you meet Aaron who is now holding a collar. 

~~~

“On your knees kitten” Dave kisses your neck as he speaks, with  a quick nod you slide down onto your knees.

“Yes Daddy” You slide onto your knees, back straight, hands behind your back and head slightly bent as your doms stand above you. 

“Oh what a good little doll for us” Aaron smiles at you, stepping closer. “Head up, sweetheart” With that simple and soft command you lift your head, and his hands are quick to put the collar around your neck. Dave smirks as he looks you over, all naked and gorgeous, sweating and breathless from the things they have done to you. Your collar around your neck with the words, ‘Property of Daddy and sir.’ Written boldly across the front of it.

“You going to behave for once and suck Sir off princess” Dave asks, walking closer to Aaron.

“Yes Daddy” Smiling up at them as you reach up to unbutton Aaron jeans, gulping thickly as you feel just how hard he is, which halts your action.

“What's wrong darling, you never touched such a hard cock before” Dave teases as he sees your startled look, glancing up at him shyly, before continuing to pull it out. 

“It's just.. Oh so pretty” Gulping as you hold it softly, listening to Aarons softly groan.

“Come on sweetheart, why don’t you put your mouth to better use, seeing as it kept getting you in trouble lately” Aaron smirks down at you, leaning back a little, as Dave moves to stand behind him, his arms wrapping around waist. 

“Yes sir” Spitting into your hand before you start stroking him, listening to his small whimpers and low groans as you tease him. 

“If you don’t hurry up, you don’t get to cum tonight” Aaron glares down at you, his cock throbbing in your hand. Quickly you bring your mouth down, taking it slowly into your mouth. 

Aaron groans loudly as you take him down your throat, leaning into Dave touch, enjoying his soft kisses on his neck. Dave fingers sliding up Aarons chest as he undoes the buttons throwing the shirt across the room. 

~~~

God you love the way he feels deep in your throat, the way he keeps thrusting, the soft groans that leave Aarons mouth as he uses you for his pleasure. Glancing up at him through watery eyes, you can’t help but groan around his cock, the view above you is beautiful. Aaron is leaning into Dave, his eyes fluttering close as you suck him off. Daves hands travel up Aarons chest gently pinching his nipples as he kisses his neck, whispering sweet nothings in his ears. 

“You like that don’t you baby boy, enjoying the way you fuck our princesses throart” Dave smirks, glancing down at you before continuing to suck some hickey on Aarons neck.

“Fuck, they feel so good” Aaron groans thrusting a little harder, making you whimper.

Soon Aaron pulls you off, giving you time to catch your breath, tears sliding down your face as you grin up at him, drawl slipping down your chin. 

“Maybe you do know how to behave for us” Aaron smirks darkens as he helps you up, quickly pulling you into a deep kiss. You can’t help but fall into his arms as he takes control of the kiss, his hands sliding down your body, grabbing your ass tightly as his tongue slides in. Another pair of hands join your body, sliding around your waist as he beggans kissing your neck. Soon you have both pairs of lips attacking your neck, one pair of hands playing and pinching your nipples as the other slides down the mess between your legs, sliding them open before rubbing soft circles on your sensitive clit. 

“God please, I need you both” Groaning softly as you lean into Dave's chest.

“I need to taste you first kitten” Dave nips your neck before slowly pulling away.

~~~ 

Dave strips himself clear of the clothes before laying himself down on the bed, as Aaron holds you in his arms, giving you a small breather before leading you over to the bed. 

“Ready to ride his face, sweetheart?” Aaron smirks as he feels your cheeks heat up, you always get embarrassed about sitting on either of their faces, but god do you all love it so much. With a small nod and some chuckles from your doms, Aaron holds your hand as you crawl on the bed and half hover over Dave's face, your heart beating pounding  as you try to relax. 

“Calm down princess, it's okay” Dave reassures you, rubbing your inner thigh softly before pulling you straight down onto his face, you gasp lightly not expecting the sudden movement. Nor are you prepared for the way he attacks your slit with his tongue, the way he eats you out as if it's his last meal. Soft groans escape from you, as his tongue swirls around your clit.

“Oh god, Daddy” Groaning loudly, as your eyes lock with Aaron, who's watching you hungrily, he can’t help but lean forward, capturing your lips with his, swallowing all those beautiful sounds you are making. 

“Fuck those sounds you make for us sweetheart, so perfect for us” Aaron breaths out, kissing down your body.

“Just for you two” Your soft giggle turns into a groan as Dave's assault on your clit continues. Aaron can’t help his next move as he moves down your body, and onto Daves, his hands sliding across his stomach and onto his thighs before gently brushing over his cock, which twitches in anticipation. Aaron smirks at you before lowering his mouth over Daves cock, licks the tip of it in a teasing way. You can feel Dave's low groan vibrating through you as Aaron begins to tease him, whimpering softly as Dave’s hand leaves your thigh before slapping your ass hard. 

“Fuck” Whimpering softly as the soft burn, sends sparks through you. “Sir, I don’t think he wants you teasing him” Giggling softly, as Aaron winks at you, before taking Dave all the way in his mouth. You can’t help but groan, with the way Dave is eating you, the low vibrations from his own groaning, plus the view you have of Aaron oh god you not going to last much longer. It's like Dave knows you swear, he squeezes your thighs harder, focusing more on your clit as you reach your high.

“Oh god, oh god, Daddy I need to come please” Whimpering as you beg, your legs shaking around Dave's head. But you get no response from either of your men.

“Please, please can I cum I can’t hold it” Your back arches as you try to fight against the pleasure Dave is attacking you with, your eyes meet Aaron, begging him for permission.

“Please sir, please let me cum” Biting your lip as you beg yourself to keep it together. Aaron smirks, pulling himself on Daves throbbing cock, as he smirks at you. 

“That's it then, cum for us your pathetic slut” Aaron chuckles, licking his lips as he watches you let go. Moans drip from you as your eyes roll backwards, your body becoming limp as you squirt all over Dave's face. 

“Oh fuck…fuck” You whisper breathlessly as your body slumps forward, Aaron is quick to grab you, helping bring you off Dave, laying on the bed beside him. 

“Fuck princess” Dave smirks, licking his lips that is just covered in your juice. “God I love it when you squirt for us” 

~~~

“Fuck” You whisper as you lay on Daves chest, his hand running through your hair as you calm down.

“Are you alright princess?” Dave mumbles, kissing your forehead.

“God yes” Smiling up at him, meeting his lust filled eyes.

“Good, because now I want you to ride me, kitten” Dave smirks as he kisses you, feeling how relaxed you feel on top of him. 

“Yes Daddy” Smiling brightly, as you sit up, moving your way down. Gently you grab his cock, feeling the way it throbs in your hand, whimpering softly as you tease it at your entrance. 

“Don’t tease me princess” Dave groans, griping hips tightly.

“Sorry” You giggle as you lower yourself on it, moaning softly as it fills you up. 

“God fuck princess you feel so fucking god” Dave groans, tilting his head as you start moving slowly. 

“Fuck, look at you sweetheart” Aaron groans, joining you from behind. His hands slide down your back as you lean into his touch.

“Sir please I need you as well” Moaning softly as Dave cock fills you perfectly. 

“Oh I know” Aaron chuckles as he picks up the bottle of lube, squirting some onto his fingers. “You just like being filled of cock don’t you, our good little slut” Aaron kisses your neck as he pushes you forward, his hands spreading your cheeks open, before circling your hole with his lubed up fingers. 

“God yes sir” Whimpering softly as he slides a finger in.

“Fuck, your so tight” Aaron groans, feeling you clutch around him. “You need to relax for me, just enjoy it” He smiles as he kisses down your neck, loving the way you give complete control of your body over to them. He slides in another finger, moving them slowly at first before picking up speeding, soon your own movement slows down enjoying the pleasure too much.

“Uh that's not right sweetheart, if you don’t want me to stop you better keep riding your Daddy, come on be good for us sweetie” Aaron licks his lips stopping his movements until you start moving again. 

“Sorry sir, I’ll be good i promise” Moaning softly,enjoying the way he keeps fingering you quickly. After a few moments he pulls them out earning a whine from you, your boys can’t help but laugh at how desperate you are for them. 

“I need you to stop moving” Aaron commands, pressing his cock against your back entrance. Your movements come to a stop, Dave hand gripping your hip keeping you still as your mouth falls open when Aaron slides all the way in. 

“Oh fuck sir” You moan louder as you become fill to the brim. 

“Fuck princess you look so good filled with our cocks, don’t they Aaron” Dave smirks up at the man behind you, who groans at the way you squeeze around them.

“So fucking good, god they really do know how to take cock don’t they” Aaron groans, beginning to thrust into you hard, your body rocking itself between Aaron and Dave, moaning loudly in pleasure. 

“It's funny, how they can be such a brat” Aaron chuckles, wrapping his hand around your neck. “But turns out to be a pretty dumb little thing as soon as they get cock, huh?” Aaron growls in your ear as he squeezes your throat. Dave groans loudly feeling the way you squeeze around him as Aaron chokes you.

“God they are such a slut for us, they don’t care how we use them as long as they get filled” Dave chuckles watching your pleasure filled face. God you love it when they talk about you like this, like you're only here for their pleasure and you can’t help but savour this moment. 

“Just for you” Moaning softly as Dave starts thrusting up into you.

“You gonna fucking cum for us princess?” Dave chuckles watching you fall apart on their cocks.

“I hope not, they have asked for permission yet” Aaron groans, feeling his own orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Please” You whimper, falling into Aaron's hands wrapped around them.

“Please what, kitten” Dave chuckles, holding himself back from filling you up with his cum just yet.

“Please let me cum Daddy” Your moans getting louder as Dave starts hitting your spot.

“That's it sweetheart, cum for us” Aaron groans, kissing just below your ear. 

Oh god, you can’t hold it anymore, feeling yourself come undone as they continue to pound into you, your body shaking as their movements slow down. 

~~~

Aaron gently lays you down on Dave's chest as he pulls out, carefully moving off the bed as he makes his way to the bathroom. Your eyes flutter close as you cuddle into Dave, his hand gently running through your hair. 

“You did so good for us darling” Dave hums, a soft smile plastered on his face as he watches your face lighten up slightly.

“I did good, Daddy?” Giggling softly as your body slowly calms down from tonight's actives. 

“You did so good for us princess, but it's Dave now baby” Dave smiles watching yo in sub spaces after a long session is his favourite. Back at the beginning he knew it was going to be a long road for you three to become this comfortable, but now it feels so natural. 

“Okay, thank you Dave” Smiling as you enjoy the peace. 

“Hey sweetheart, I need to clean you up, you can’t sleep yet” Aaron whispers gently, as he climbs back on the bed, his hand running down your back comforting. 

“Okay” You murmur back, feeling Aaron spread your legs as he takes a washcloth between your legs. You whine in protest as he moves you up just another to slide Dave out of you. 

“Just relax darling” Dave coons in your ears as you cuddle into his even move, as Aaron does his best to clean you up, before passing you a bottle of water.

“You need to drink as well sweetie” Aaron smiles as Dave takes it from him, opening the cap before tilting your head up as he brings it to your lips, you sipping it slowly. 

“Do you want to have a bath tonight love?” Dave slowly pulls the water away as you finish up, you nod in response smiling sleepy at him.

“I'll go get it ready” Aaron smiles standing up, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before walking out. In the meantime you stay snuggled up to Dave, sipping on the water as he praises you from how well you did tonight. Soon Aaron makes his way back, standing in the doorway watching the two of you, wondering how he got so lucky. 

“You ready sweetie?” Aaron smiles as he reaches the bed, you smile up at him nodding slowly as you roll off of Dave, taking Aarons hand as he helps you up. Aaron is quick to wrap his arms around you as you sway on your legs, finding it impossible to stay standing.

“You okay?” Aaron kissing you softly.

“So good, thank you” Smiling lovingly up at him as he leads you both to the bathroom. It takes a little bit of begging and your soft puppy eyes which you know he can't resist before he’s joining you in the bath. Your back against his chest, head resting on his arms as you listen to his breathing finding comfort in it. You two stay for that for a long time, until the water starts going cold and your eyes can barely stay open. Aaron climbs out first, holding his hand out for you, once you both are out and dried you make your way to the bedroom where Dave has changed the sheets and has remade the bed nicely. Smiling sleepily as you open up the closest as Aaron pulls his boxes on. You grab your favourite hoodie that's hanging up in there, of course it’s Dave. It's a bit tight but you don’t care, it smells like your boys, that's all that matters. A pair of arms wrap around you, kissing your neck softly as he leads you back to the bed. 

“Come on, you need some rest sweetheart,” Aaron smiles, pulling back the blankets for you. Smiling up at him you quickly climb in, cuddling up to his side once he joins you. 

“You two look comfy,” Dave chuckles from the door, making his way closer.

“Be better once you get your ass in here” Laughing softly as he rolls his eyes at you. 

“Is that so princess?” Dave smirks as he gets into the bed, rolling towards you so now you're snuggled up between your boys.

“See, much better” Giggling to yourself, before giving them each a kiss as you settle down for the night.

“Goodnight princess” Dave smiles, running his hand through your hair, before quickly giving Aaron a kiss and they both snuggle down. It doesn’t take either of them long to fall asleep tonight.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff fluff fluff, flo being a mum, r also being a mum, pregnant!flo, flo melting by just looking at her family

warning(s): tooth rotting sweet, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.3k

note: you asked (I asked), you begged (@allbeatriz begged) and now 'Same shade of green' part 2 is here! FINALLY. Shout out to that lovely person that got me into writing this fic. I love you, stranger, and I really hope you like it. Hope you all enjoy, lots of love, M. <3

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Part 1 | Part 2 ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Florence always knew she wanted kids, she had always pictured her future surrounded by cute little children.

Then Aaron came along and she felt like it was meant to be. Sure, the baby’s dad wasn’t in the picture, hell, he wasn’t even aware the kid existed until he was born. But it was just how things unfolded, he had left town before she was even aware she was pregnant, and then she couldn’t bother to reach out to him.

She felt like she owed it to her son, he needed his father in his life. So when Aaron was born, she got in touch with him. But he didn’t want anything to do with the baby. Florence didn’t push him, she wasn’t going to let someone into her baby’s life if that person didn’t want to be part of it.

At first she thought it was the right thing to do, but then Aaron grew up and she could tell that there was something pissing him off, yet he never said anything about it. Florence felt guilty for taking that decision for him, she wanted to take it back, she should have done something about it. But then you came along, and somehow you made everything better.

Your eyes were squinted, your tongue was poking out of your lips, brows furrowed, deep in concentration.

“No! Dang it!” you muttered, making the two greeneyed chuckle.

“Eat my dust,” Aaron joked beside you.

“You got me again, little man,” you said, gently ruffling his hair.

It was the third time in a row that Aaron had beat you, it was kinda lame losing to a 10 year old at ‘Mario Kart’, but it was worth it to see him smile at you.

“Okay, time for bed, mister sweet face.”

“Five more minutes, mum, please,” Aaron looked at Florence with puppy eyes.

“It’s late, Aaron.”

“Please,” he tried again, but Florence had a stern face. So he tried with you.

“Oh no, please don’t look at me like that.”

“Five more minutes.”

“Buddy, I—.”

“Please,” you swore you could melt by just looking at those big doe eyes.

You looked at Florence, seeking help. But she was already looking at you, carefully watching your next move, letting you handle the situation.

You cleared your throat, “If you go to bed now, I promise we can get ice cream tomorrow,” you negotiated with the little man.

“Cookie dough and vanilla ice cream?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay, that’s a deal,” he shook your hand. “Good night then,” he said with a smile on his face, leaving a peck on your cheek.

“Good night, little man.”

“Night, mum,” he went to kiss Florence goodnight.

“Night, baby. Sweet dreams,” she kissed his forehead and watched as he entered his bedroom.

Florence took a seat beside you on the couch, letting her body crash against yours as you wrapped an arm around her.

“So, how did I do?” you said with a tint of mischief.

“What do you mean?”

“I know what you are doing.”

“What am I doing?”

“You let me handle him. Why do you do that?” you were genuinely curious.

“I don’t know, I—,” you could tell she was holding something back.

“What is it? Tell me,” your fingertips brushed her hair, offering her some comfort.

“You know how I’ve always wanted kids,” you hummed in response. Ever since you had met Aaron 5 months ago, Florence had come clean to you and told you how she always wanted to be a mother. “Well, I have been thinking, like a lot, this isn’t just a rush thought,” she was rambling, she was clearly nervous.

“Just spit it out,” you chuckled.

“I want another baby.”

You stopped brushing her hair, which she noticed.

“I know, I know,” she said, turning to face you. “We’ve only been dating for a year now, and you had only met Aaron just five months ago. But Y/n, you have to understand that it’s what I want,” her bottom lip was trembling. “And I need to know if it’s something you would eventually want or else I… I don’t know.”

But she did know, she would have to let you go. Something she didn’t want to do, but she couldn’t force you into something you wouldn’t want to be part of. Her heart would break into a million pieces.

You felt your stomach sink into itself, she had caught you off guard. You knew this was a long overdue conversation. She had repeatedly told you how much she loved Aaron and you weren’t blind, you could tell she loved kids. That conversation was bound to happen, you just thought you would have a little more time to figure how you felt.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want kids at all, the thought had never crossed your mind. You were always too busy with your life, living in the present as you called it. And then you met Florence, and you started to think about your future with her right by your side. And then Aaron came along.

At first it was weird, for the three of you, but mostly for you. You felt you didn't belong, like you were in their way. They were a family and you were just you, trying to figure yourself out. But the little man welcomed you with open arms, and that was all it took for your walls to break down. You thought that things wouldn't work out, that he would hate. But it was quite the opposite really.

“Y/n?” Florence snapped you out of your thoughts.

Her eyes were watery, your silence made her uneasy. She regretted having brought up the subject, she could tell you weren’t ready for that kind of commitment. But she had to know where you stood.

Who were you to deny her such wish? You only wanted to make her happy.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your heart. “I say… we should try to make one right now.”

“What?” she sounded surprised.

“Aaron’s asleep, isn’t he?” you began to kiss her neck.

A soft moan escaped from her lips, “We don’t have to—,” you could feel the tint of worry and doubt in her voice.

“Yes, we do,” your hot breath on her neck sent a shiver up her spine. “I want this, okay?” you searched for her eyes. “I want this, I want you,” you kissed her lips. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to make a baby right now. In that case, I’m gonna make some tea,” you teased her, kissing her jaw.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Oh, I’m gonna do more than that,” you smirked as you watched her cheeks go crimson red.

[…]

You leaned your head to the side, squinting your eyes trying to understand what your eyes were looking at.

“So that’s the head?”

“Yes,” the doctor answered.

“I just don’t— oh, there it is,” you said, smiling up at the screen. Finally seeing the baby’s body.

“Looks fat,” Aaron said next to you.

“Aaron!” Florence scolded him, making the doctor chuckle.

“Yeah, she does,” you giggled.

“Y/n!” she now scolded you.

“But she still will be cute, don’t worry about it,” you joked.

“How do you know they are a she?” she raised her brow at you, as the doctor moved around the tool on her belly checking on her baby.

“That’s my kid, right there. I know.”

“Yeah, sure,” Florecen rolled her eyes at you. But couldn’t shake the butterflies she felt when you said ‘my kid’.

“Well, the baby’s healthy, nothing to worry about. I’ll see the four of you in about 3 weeks, and we can see the baby’s sex.”

“I’m telling you, doc. It’s a girl,” you nudge the boy beside you. “Right, buddy?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you noticed he didn’t sound excited at all.

“Okay, that’s it for today. See you guys later,” the doctor said as she closed the door behind her.

“Oh, gosh. I’m starving,” Florence said as she cleaned herself up and adjusted her top. “I’ll go to the restroom and then I’ll meet you guys at the car, okay?”

“Yeah, go ahead, love.”

The two of you walked in silence back to the car, and you could tell something was up with him since it wasn’t like him not to be talking. He was like Florence in that way, they always had to be doing something or else they would explode. Unless, of course, something was up with them.

“Okay, spit out, little man.”

He looked at you, and he knew there was no escaping from this conversation.

“I just… I don’t know…”

“It’s okay, take your time.”

He breathed in, “I don’t want things to change,” and then breathed out, as if a weight was lifted off of his shoulders now that he had said those words.

“Oh,” you understood. He had been an only child for 10 years, soon to be 11. Of course this whole thing was a big change for him. “Look, honey. I can’t promise you that nothing will change because change is part of life. But I can promise you that your mum and I are always going to be her for you, okay?”

“I just… I don’t think I'm ready to share my mamma with someone else,” he shyly confessed.

“Oh, Aaron, baby. it’s okay to feel like that. But you must know that your mum loves you dearly, and another baby won’t change that.”

“No, not mum. I don’t wanna share you, mamma.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “Me?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yes!” he complained. “I just got you and now I have to share you, it’s not fair,” he said walking faster to the car, clearly mad.

“Aaron, wait up,” you jogged to catch up to him.

You stood right in front of him, looked into his watery eyes and then hugged him tightly. You could feel him sobbing into your chest as you ran your fingertips through his dark hair.

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed. You didn’t know he felt this way for you, you swore you could melt right there.

“You will like her more than me.”

“Hey, no! Don’t say that,” you gently pulled him away to look at him in the eyes. “Don’t say that, okay? You are very special to me, you know that?” your hands cupped his cheeks as your thumbs wiped away his tears. “You may not be mine biologically, Aaron. But you must know that I care for you as if you were.”

His bottom lip was trembling, his eyes had a red hue around them and at that moment he looked exactly like Florence.

“It’s important to me that you know that, okay?” he nodded. “And I’ll remind you of that as many times as I have to, alright?” he nodded once again, and smiled as you left a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“Oh, there you two are,” Florence said, approaching the two of you. “Is everything okay?” she asked as she could tell something had happened while she was gone.

“Yeah, mum. Everything’s good,” Aaron said, as he held you tightly.

Florence looked at you confused, but you just muttered a ‘later’ under your breath and she understood.

“Okay, who’s hungry?” you said, snapping the two greeneyed out of their thoughts.

[…]

The moment her loud crying filled your ears you swear your heart stopped beating for an entire minute.

You felt all types of emotions all at once, happiness, anxiety, love, worry, joy, fear, devotion. It felt as if you were finally complete. And then when you got to hold your babygirl, with Florence and Aaron right beside you, you finally felt at home.

“Oh, I’m so glad she has your nose,” was the first thing that came out of your lips, making the two green eyed chuckled.

“I hope she doesn’t have your bad temper,” Florence mumbled.

“Or her bad jokes,” Aaron added.

“Hey! Knock it off, you two,” you meant to sound hurt, but you were filled with happiness that it was impossible for you to feel some other way.

“Can I hold her?” Aaron shyly asked.

“Of course, buddy,” you smiled at him.

He got comfortable in his chair and you gently placed his baby sister in his arms. Aaron gently brushed his index finger through her tiny hand, and you watched as Florence's eyes began to get watery.

“She opened her eyes,” Aaron gasped.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but ugh…” he scoffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you scoffed back at him, getting closer to him and watching your baby girl over his shoulder.

“She has your eyes,” he mumbled, annoyed, playfully rolling his eyes at you, making Florence giggled.

“How dare you, little man?” you wiped a fake tear from your eye.

You watched closer, it was true. She did have your eyes, same shape, same shade as yours. And you couldn't help but smile at that, fighting back the tears, because you promised yourself that you wouldn't be one of those corny people who cried just by looking at their babies. But there you were, almost sobbing just by looking at her in Aaron’s arms.

You watched as he began to baby talk to his sister and a smile formed on your face, biting your bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

“We did good, didn’t we?” you whispered to a sleepy Florence, getting back to her side.

“We did great,” she smiled back.

“Why don’t you get some rest, my love?” you left a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Yeah…” she yawed. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you even more. Now, get some rest. We’ll be here when you’ll wake up,” you said as she drifted off to sleep.

A smile formed on Florence’s lips as she realised how lucky she was, and how grateful she was for the three of you. She swore she could have melted right there, in that hospital room, surrounded by the people she loved the most on earth.

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-M

[kelcemenow]

As The Snow Falls - Chapter 5.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2629

Warnings Some angst, some mentions of controlling behaviour and past trauma, slight smut and strong language.

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

"So, what are you going to do?" Amie looked at you with wide eyes.

You held your stare on the view out of the large window, the trees dusted in crisp, white snow, "I have no clue."

Amie sighed before taking a sip of her coffee, "Isn't it funny? If you'd have just both told each other how you felt back then, this whole situation may not have even happened."

"Yes, I see the painful irony."

"Like, you two could've been a couple by now."

"Amie-"

She widened her eyes, "You could've been married to him!"

You looked up in frustration, "Alright, stop it!"

Amie shrugged her shoulders and sank down in her chair. You took a deep breath and stared into your mug, a small amount of milk froth swirling on top of the brown liquid. You liked Travis, you liked him a lot. His presence caused you excitement, almost making you feel like you were back in college with a crush again. There was undeniable chemistry between the both of you and a sexual tension that you could hardly stand but something was holding you back.

"You're worried about being hurt again, aren't you?"

"I'm always worried about being hurt again."

Amie tipped her head, leaning forward to reach for your hand, "You need to let that go. You're never going to truly move on and be happy if you don't."

You could feel a lump forming in your throat, "But what if he finds me again?" You whispered.

Amie shifted to the edge of her seat, "And what if he doesn't?"

"I could never bring that drama onto Travis, it's not fair. It's not worth the risk." Your voice trembled.

"What's up, bitches?" Jasmine shouted as she pranced over to the window.

You turned away slightly to avoid her gaze and Amie retreated from you, smiling at Jasmine, "Hey, what's up?"

"Travis is rich, right?"

Amie glared at Jasmine whilst you looked at her from the corner of your eye.

"What do you mean?" Amie questioned.

Jasmine settled into the spare armchair that was situated next to you, her hands running through her hair, "You know, he's rich. He's just won the Super...something. So, he's gonna have some money behind him. He's famous. Not my idea of famous, but sports famous."

You snorted a sarcastic laugh which attracted her attention.

"Look, I know, you two were having some kind of moment in the hot tub earlier but I was thinking of asking him out." She crossed her arms, "I just wanted to check whether it was worth my time?"

Amie's mouth gaped open as she listened and looked to you for your reaction.

You stayed silent, clenching your jaw as she continued.

"He's brutally hot, don't get me wrong, but I need more than that. I need someone who can...keep up with me and my lifestyle, you know, financially."

You pressed your lips together and furrowed your brows, holding your nerve and your tongue as much as you could.

"So, what do you guys think?" She glanced between you and Amie with expectant eyes.

Amie cleared her throat gently, "I think, maybe you should get to know him a little better? See if you two are compatible?"

Jasmine laughed, "Oh, please. I'm compatible with everyone." She stood up from the chair and turned to you, "Y/N, can you put in a good word for me? You two seem...close." She said with a smirk.

"Uhhh, y-yeah sure." You stuttered.

You both watched as she floated away, her hips swinging and her head turning, seemingly in search for Travis.

Amie leaned forward to you, whispering, "You're not going to actually do it, are you?"

You shrugged your shoulder, "Yeah. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?"

"What kind of friend-? Are you kidding?" She hissed, "She has been vile lately. I mean, she's always been a bit...you know, but honestly, I think she's getting worse, Y/N. I can't believe you don't see it, she's walking all over you! Just like-"

"Just like Aaron did, is that what you were going to say?"

"Yes! He did and she's doing the same." Her face softened slightly, "I want you back, Y/N. I want the Y/N I know and love and became best friends with over three bottles of red wine and a Cup O Noodles!"

You exhaled a laugh and hung your head, "I'm still here...somewhere." Sighing, you rested back against the wall, "I didn't know if you had realised the date but it's been a year since I left him."

Amie nodded gently, "Yeah, I'd noticed but I didn't want to make a big deal about it."

"A whole year, and he's still looming over me. Every date I go on, every new city I move to, every time I just walk down the street, I'm still worried that he's there. I answered my front door for the first time without panicking last week and I almost broke down crying at how amazing it felt. That's not normal, Amie."

"It is for someone who has been through what you've been through."

You smiled meekly, "Even if it is, I'm tired of it." You looked around the room, "I'm just tired full stop. I think I'm going to have an early night."

"That's probably a good idea. You've got an early ski date in the morning." She raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, stop it."

"What?" Amie laughed, "You told me you wanted to have an early ski in the morning and Travis apparently said the same thing. No reason you two can't go together?"

"I suppose so." You said as you rolled your eyes.

Amie giggled and reached across, pulling you in for a hug, "Just enjoy it. Relax...and see what happens."

You held your mug to your lips, hiding the growing smile of excitement on your face when Travis appeared at the top of the staircase.

"Ladies." He nodded, his eyes lingering on you for a little longer.

Amie stood up, smiling, "You'd best have your wits about you, Jasmine's on a hunt for you."

Travis quickly scanned the room, "What? Really?"

You pressed your lips together, "Yeah. She's set her sights on you and usually if Jasmine wants something, she gets it."

Travis laughed, "Well, she ain't getting me, man."

Amie threw her arm around Travis' shoulders, needing to lift up onto her tip toes to reach him, "It takes a brave man to deny the princess, I wish you all the luck in the world." She squeezed him before walking away.

Travis raised his eyebrows at you and turned on his heels, heading back upstairs with haste.

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You found yourself wide awake again, tossing and turning in bed as you struggled to find a comfortable sleeping position. Your stomach was churning and your mind was whirring with thoughts, mostly of Travis.

The gentle wind whistled through the trees and although the sound would usually ease you into a restful slumber, tonight it only mocked you and your inability to sleep at all.

Pulling the blanket away from your body, you felt the cool air wash over your skin and you sat up onto the edge of the bed. Your toes rested on the hardwood flooring and you rubbed your eyes roughly with the heels of your hands. Shaking your head, you stood up, heading straight for the bedroom door, your feet having no attempt to stay quiet. You quickly grasped the handle and pulled it down, opening the door and making your way down the corridor.

Your eyes strained to see in the dark and you held your hands out in front to guide you. When you reached the right door, you took a breath, your fist raising higher, a gentle knock alerting the person inside.

"Yeah?" Travis' muffled voice rang out through the door.

You quickly entered the room, pressing your back against the wood once you were inside. Your eyes fell onto Travis, relaxing in bed and scrolling through his phone. The sheets covered his body from the waist down, the fabric lightly draped across his legs. His bare chest made your knees slightly weak, his bulging arm muscles only making you worse.

He stared to you, dropping his phone to his side, "Y/N, is everything okay?"

You held onto the door behind you, "It is now." You breathed.

Travis raised an eyebrow, "I don't understand?"

"No, neither do I." You smiled and shook your head, "But as I was laid in bed just now, struggling to sleep...I realised that I just wanted to see you."

Travis' face lit up as he listened to your words.

"I always want to see you. I used to make sure I walked past the football field on my way to classes to double my chances of seeing you that day. After graduation, I made any excuse to go to back to Ohio just in case you were around. And I don't know why I'm telling you this-"

"I'm glad you are." Travis interrupted.

You pushed yourself from the door, taking a space on his bed, "No, but this is the thing. I have no idea what I want from this, I don't know. It would be so complicated-"

Travis shuffled closer to you, "It doesn't have to be."

"No, it would be. Because I am. I am complicated. My life...I've had some pretty fucked up things happen and I really don't want to drag you into it all."

Travis eye's flickered between yours, "I don't care, if it meant having you, bring it on." He reached out and held your hand in his.

You looked down at the bed and sighed, "I'm being serious, Travis. It's the reason I've moved around so much."

You paused as Travis stared intently, waiting patiently for you to open up to him.

"I...was with a guy. For a long time but slowly...slowly things didn't seem right anymore. He...he-"

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, or if you can't right now." Travis' soft voice soothed you, his gentle touch on your hand easing your growing worries.

You closed your eyes and lowered your head, taking a long breath. You wanted him to know, you wanted him to understand but your head was telling you that it was all too much, too soon.

You shook your head and looked back into Travis' caring gaze, "It's late, I should go back."

You looked into his eyes, your heartbeat rising into your throat as he licked his lips. You leaned forward as he did the same, pushing the sheets away from his legs. His scent surrounded you and your skin tingled with how close you were to him, his hand slowly moving up your arm.

"Y/N, you wanna stay here?"

You nodded, your breathing becoming heavier and heavier. Travis' eyes widened and both of his hands moved to your waist, pulling your body slightly closer to him. The room seemed to fade away and all you could hear was your own heartbeat as Travis slowly leaned in and laid his lips onto yours. You stayed still, allowing his mouth to move across yours with ease. Your eyes fluttered closed and you slowly tilted your head to the side, parting your lips and allowing the kiss to deepen. You felt his hand move up to the side of your face, his fingers tangled in your hair. The kiss was passionate, but gentle and soft. You inhaled, allowing your own hands to explore him. His buzzed hair, sharp facial hair, solid shoulders and warm chest sent your senses into overdrive, your hands dragging themselves down his body. Travis shifted on the bed, allowing you to turn yourself more so that you were facing him. His thumb ran across your cheek, your skin tingling with goose bumps. When he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes opened and settled onto you, his gaze darting around your facial features with adoration.

His bottom lip twitched for a second before he took a breath, "We can just...lie here if you want? If you want to get some sleep?"

You smiled and shook your head, "No, I don't want to sleep anymore."

Travis' eyebrows lowered, just enough for you to notice, a slight expression of confusion before his hand returned to your face. His lips connected with yours once again, but with some more pressure and passion than before. With one hand keeping your balance on the bed, you rotated yourself and laid down, pulling Travis on top of you. His frame loomed over you, slightly to one side and his right hand roamed your body. His fingers dug into your hips, grabbing at you roughly and desperately. You writhed underneath him as he shifted himself fully on top of you, using his knees to pull apart your legs. His mouth moved to your neck and you gasped for air once you were free from the kiss. Travis hummed against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh my God." Travis mumbled between kisses.

Your fingers ran up his bare back, "Are you sure about this?"

You waited for a response but Travis was too busy laying soft kisses down to your collarbone.

You tapped him lightly on his shoulder, "Like, are you sure this is what you want?"

His head lifted quickly, his mouth formed into a wide grin, "Are you kidding? This is all I've wanted!"

You smiled back at him, pulling his face to yours and as his arms slid underneath you, you wrapped your legs around his waist. His tongue slipped into your mouth, running it along your own and causing you to groan with pleasure. Something inside of you began to tighten, a burning sensation growing up into your chest. Your pussy throbbed and you could feel a wetness beginning to form on your pyjama shorts, Travis' hard mound pressing into you. One of Travis' hands roamed down to your ass, squeezing the firm but voluptuous flesh before sliding down to your thighs, his touch leaving goose bumps in their wake. His fingers danced at the hem of your shorts, gently lifting it and stroking your soft skin underneath.

You flinched as his touch grew closer to your slit and Travis quickly pulled away from you, studying your expression carefully.

"Are you okay?" He said, his voice thick with concern.

You nodded with closed eyes and cleared your throat, "Yeah, yeah...I'm fine. Sorry."

Travis lifted his chest away from you, his eyebrows furrowed, "Are you sure? We can stop if you want?"

You could feel your eyes moistening, "I...I'm sorry."

He stroked your hair gently before helping you to sit up, "No, no. You have nothing to be sorry for."

You sniffed and shook your head, "I want this, I really do."

"Hey, stop." He whispered, "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Your heart swelled as he spoke, his sweet and caring nature making you smile.

He tenderly pushed some hair behind your ear, his hand lingering at your cheek for a few seconds, "How about we just get some sleep? Apparently, I'm a pretty good big spoon?" He winked, followed by his classic charming smile.

The corners of your mouth curved upwards as you giggled, "Yeah, okay. Thank you, Travis."

He shifted himself over to your side as you laid back onto the bed, "It's okay. I got you."

His arm rested itself across your stomach before pulling you closer to him, the curves of your body fitting perfectly alongside him. You felt his lips lay a gentle kiss on your temple, his soft and steady breathing relaxing you completely as your chest began to rise and fall with his.

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[kitkatscabinet]

Prompt: for [] to find [] sitting alone staring at a wall, covered in blood, and to touch their arm

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 600

You couldn't save everyone. No matter how hard you tried or how hard you wished, that was just the harsh reality of the occupation you had chosen for yourself. That didn't make it any easier whenever you did inevitably lose someone.

This time you had lost a teenager, a kid really, had held him as he died. Faintly you can still hear the kid's cries, pleading for you to not let him die. Your hands and clothes are still stained with the now rust-coloured liquid that had been left long enough to congeal unpleasantly. The blood had soaked into your pants, up your arms and torso, your jacket long since ruined from its job as temporary bandage. There was so much of the sticky liquid covering your person that the paramedics had frantically checked you over in fear of any hidden injuries. The memories of the altercation were blurred and ultimately lost on you.

Distantly you could recall being ushered away from the kid's fresh corpse, despite your insistence on staying with him. You aren't entirely sure who it is that managed to pull you away in the end, nor do you recall making it back to the station. Someone, one of the patrol officers you think, had ushered you into the break room and you'd been alone since then.

The glass of water that had been placed in front of you remains untouched as your eyes bore into the wall opposite you. Mapping out the expanse of the dull grey wall and chipped paint doesn't keep you occupied for long. No matter how hard you try, you can't erase the look of fear that had covered his face as you held him.

A sudden weight on your shoulder startles you enough that you jump up from your chair, hand reaching for the gun holstered against your hip. Across from you stands your boss hands raised in a placating gesture.

"What the hell Hotch, don't sneak up on people like that" you huff out, relaxing your shoulders but maintaining your unimpressed scowl.

"I called your name" he frowned in concern, brows furrowing even further then they usually did.

"Oh" you mumble in embarrassment, "guess I just had other things on my mind." You offer him a slightly strained self-deprecating smile, praying to everything that he'd let it go and leave you alone.

Your prayers, unfortunately, go unanswered and you try to hold back a wince as your boss sits close enough that his knee brushes lightly against yours. But it is the sudden feeling of a large, warm hand gently curling around your bicep that truly startles you.

Widened eyes turn to blink at him owlishly, your words dying on the tip of your tongue as you take in the uncharacteristically soft look on Hotch's face. Immediately your face crumples and the tears you had been trying so hard to keep at bay start streaming down your face.

You don't notice as Hotch's face also clenches in despair at your sorrow, what you do notice is the sudden movement as you are pulled against his chest. Your face buried itself in his chest, tears soaking his dress shirt as his left hand gently cupped the back of your head.

It was incredibly unprofessional and you would be absolutely mortified later, but you were content in his arms for now. And if you used the opportunity to imagine what it would be like to fall asleep wrapped in his comforting embrace, then that was no one's business but your own.

Unbeknownst to you, Hotch thought the same, and a grinning Derek looked on.

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[meraki-yao]

RWRB Musical Ramble Part 3: Jukebox Musical

yes I'm back on this MWAHAHAHAHAHA

I’m also wondering if RWRB would work as a Jukebox musical (a musical using pop songs instead of original songs, our darling Nicholas has already starred in a, with all due respect, not that good one: Cinderella 2021)

That way we can keep some of the amazing song choices in the movie: If I Loved You, Get Low, Can’t Help Falling in Love With You. Plus with RWRB being a modern fairy tale and stuff maybe straight-up using pop songs would work better with the entire tone of the show/movie

But like, certain scenes/moments/songs from & Juliet and Moulin Rouge (ok these are the only two jukebox musicals I’ve listen to so far) could work for RWRB (yes I’m realizing this is more me finding musical songs that work for RWRB than anything but sue me)

“I Kissed a Girl/Boy” from & Juliet/ Katy Perry would work well for the entire Red Room -> Hook Up -> Polo Scene, granted RWRB would be more intense than what’s in & Juliet since our boys are doing… a little more than kissing :)

“Whataya want from me” also from & Juliet/ Adam Lambert, even from the same ship, can work for the Kensington Confrontation

This is less direct, but parts of “Elephant Love Medley” from Mouline Rouge, more distinctly in the Broadway show version, Santine sings about how love is not something she believes in while Christian sings about how he wants love with her. The idea of a love medley can work with Firstprince too, maybe during the Paris date or the lake scene: Henry not believing he can have love while Alex wanting to tell Henry that he’s in love with him. Plus Your Song (and Can't Help Falling in Love, briefly, in the broadway show version) makes an appearance :D (Even though personally I think Can't Help Falling in Love fits Firstprince more)

A lot of us talk about how Taylor Swift-coded Firstprince is, and it’s true (and I personally love it), but in a jukebox musical, the TS songs can be directly used: personally think Labyrinth would be fitting for where If I Love you is in the film, but having Henry sing it, especially since the first verse fits the imagery of Henry holding his aching heart under the water so well (sorry I can't find the freaking gif) :

It only hurts this much right now

Was what I was thinking the whole time

Breathe in, breathe through

Breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be getting over you my whole life

You know how scared I am of elevators

Never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

And my other otp Malec kind of owns this song, but Ruelle’s War of Hearts at the very least lyrically suits Firstprince as well:

I can't help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can't help but want you

I know that I'd die without you

And Nick’s song Comfort (which I have been listening to on loop, its amazing please go check it out) actually suits Henry’s mentality really well:

Wanna stay, wanna run, wanna disappear

I keep biting my tongue just to keep you here

Made you wait for someone I could never be

And it's killing me

I’ll be the first to admit I don’t actually listen to that much pop music, so please please please feel free to add more, but so far this is what I got in terms of jukebox musical and narrative pop songs

Part 1 / Part 2

[thedarkcknight]

Day 31 Happy New Year

Y/N'S POV

The room buzzed with a joyful cacophony of voices and laughter. Fairy lights danced along the walls, reflecting off glittering decorations. The air smelled like pine and cinnamon, with a hint of the hot chocolate bar near the corner. This wasn’t just a party—it was the party. And I had no idea how I managed to get everyone here.

“Hey! No way I’m losing again!” DanTDM shouted, holding a controller with the determination of a warrior. Across from him, Joel Dawson leaned forward, tongue slightly out as he focused. The Mario Kart showdown between the two had somehow drawn a crowd.

“Move over, kids,” Robert Downey Jr. smirked, picking up another controller. “Let the real gamer show you how it’s done.”

I laughed, sipping from my cup as I wandered through the crowd. Dillon was by the fireplace, showing Chris Evans some survival tricks. “You know, if you ever get trapped in the wilderness…” Dillon started, only to be interrupted by Bucky Barnes.

“Steve would never let that happen,” Bucky said, smirking at Chris.

“Okay, fair.” Chris shrugged with a laugh.

Sam and Dean Winchester were huddled near the drinks table, arguing over whether eggnog should have alcohol in it. “It’s tradition!” Dean insisted.

“It’s disgusting,” Sam countered.

Meanwhile, the Power Rangers RPM crew—Scott, Flynn, Summer, Ziggy, Gem, and Gemma—had commandeered the karaoke machine. Gem and Gemma were belting out a hilariously off-key version of “Jingle Bell Rock,” with Ziggy trying to keep up.

I turned to see Jake Webber and Corey Scherer pulling off ridiculous dance moves in the middle of the room, with Aaron Doh and Colby Brock hyping them up. Tara Yummy and Katrina Stuart cheered them on while filming for their socials.

Over by the dessert table, Jacksepticeye and Markiplier were in a heated debate about the proper way to eat a gingerbread cookie. “You don’t just bite the head off first!” Jack exclaimed.

“Why not? It’s efficient,” Mark countered, taking a demonstrative bite.

Near the tree, the Bat Family—Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Alfred—were quietly enjoying themselves. Well, except for Jason, who was trying to convince Damian to loosen up and eat a cookie.

“Look, kid, it’s not going to kill you.”

Damian frowned but took the cookie anyway.

“Happy?”

“Thrilled,” Jason deadpanned.

Marty McFly and Chase Randall had somehow found an old guitar and were jamming out, drawing in NateWantsToBattle and Dookieshed for an impromptu music session. It wasn’t long before Paultin Seppa and Strix joined in, with Strix awkwardly trying not to spill her drink on the guitar.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Flynn. “You doing okay, Y/N? It’s your party, and I haven’t seen you stop moving all night.”

“Me? I’m great!” I said, smiling.

“Well, take a breath. The world won’t end if you sit down for five minutes,” he said, always the caring one.

Nearby, MatPat was giving a wildly enthusiastic breakdown of the science behind snowflakes to Diath Woodrow and Evelyn. Evelyn nodded politely, though I could see Strix stifling a laugh behind her hand.

Sam Golbach and Gizzy Gazza were huddled together, plotting some kind of prank. “I’m just saying, fake snow in the vents could be hilarious,” Sam whispered.

“Until someone gets buried alive,” Katrina chimed in from across the room.

The Kratt brothers, Martin and Chris, were showing Josh Hutcherson a mini wildlife documentary they’d put together earlier in the day, while Carter Grayson chatted with Scott Truman about leadership tips.

Before I could even attempt to check on everyone, I heard Chris Hemsworth’s unmistakable laugh booming from the center of the room. He had everyone’s attention as he told a story about the time Thor “borrowed” his hammer for holiday decorating.

The night was chaotic, loud, and absolutely perfect. I couldn’t believe how many incredible people had come together in one place to ring in the new year.

As the clock struck midnight, I found myself surrounded by friends—no, family—as we all counted down together.

“Three… two… one… Happy New Year!”

Cheers erupted, confetti flew, and someone (probably Ziggy) set off a party popper way too close to the ceiling.

Looking around at everyone’s smiling faces, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. This wasn’t just a party. It was a celebration of love, laughter, and the bonds that made life extraordinary.

Here’s to another year of unforgettable moments.

[newzeppelincity]

THE GAME OF LIFE:

the following characters lives have been affected in various ways. the game of life will be checking in with them soon to see how they are faring.

JOSIE AARONS:

During a night out on the town, Josie was in a small car accident… The driver was totally drinking (shame on the group of them) and in the wreck, Josie was semi-seriously hurt. She spent a secret night in the Emergency Room – a total drain on her bank account! Asking her brother to dip into the tiny little trust that her parents left behind would totally sour the mood, and spoil her secret! Josie is going to have a lil bit of trouble paying her rent unless she busts her ass… Oh, and the other thing! It was Elena's car. We wonder if she wants to keep Josie's secret or not.

RAYMOND FEESAGO:

Raymond was walking down the street when he ran into a local promoter! With Betty and the Zeppelins in town, all of the up-and-coming (read: delusional) little promoters have been fighting to get the big 'ol band on their tiny bills. In a whirl, Raymond may have implied that he knows somebody who knows Betty and the Zeps themselves! In exchange for Synonym Sugar’s place on the setlist, he’s now on mad hunt to find someone that might know how to get him in touch with the band… Maybe hanging out at Redlight might help? We hear they hang there pretty often. It'll be, like, a giant break if he can pull it off!

TIFFANY TIPTON:

Tiffany Tipton doesn’t usually pay for her own dinners - and she's gotten her way out of a paying for quite a few party expenses too. Her friends are usually happy to help her out, but after footing one too many bills, they’re beginning to insist that she start to pull her weight. Collectively, she owes her friends nearly $3,000, and some of them are starting to ask questions. It'll be easy with a few fast schemes - but will she be fast enough to keep the rumblings of suspicion off the tongues of the elite?

CYRUS PASCAL:

Since Cyrus has been in New Zeppelin, he’s been vying to get one of his plays featured at Serendi[pity] Playhouse. He’s been offered a small position in the upcoming showcase – it’s not his own show, by any means – but he’ll be joining a small group of writers who are writing one acts together. He doesn’t love the members of his team, but a shot’s a shot… The only catch is that his application was mixed up with another local writer. But he can be ‘Chris Passal’ for a few days, right?

REMI AVERY:

Remi has been building a customer base at Third Eye, and after months of (cheating people) hard work, she’s finally found a little bit of a cash cow: an older woman who’s hosting a seance at her swanky Diamond District home… and she wants Remi to host the occasion! It’s easy to fake a tarot reading, but how is she planning on faking ghosts? Who knows! But she’ll be $1,000 richer by the end if she pulls it off. Maybe she can recruit a friend, or something.

ELENA RUIZ:

Elena Ruiz just recently leased her first car – so cool! Unfortunately a recent accident ( a group of drunk college students running right into her parked vehicle, re: josie aarons wild night ) has left her brand new car in need of major repairs. It’s not going to break the bank or anything, but it’s definitely going to be harder to get to work – meaning she’s totally been late to Sketti for her bartending shifts the last few days. Definitely not what she needs at the brand new job. The kids all ran, and the only one she recognized (or maybe didn't recognize! Plenty of people stumble upon each other in the borough!) was Josie Aarons. Elena needs a pay up... So, will she keep Josie's secret? Let's find out!

[aaroncantfixit]

Aaron's favorite question when around Riven dares to slip over his tongue and out of his mouth. The shift was rough, spend some time with me? But today, he retorts to something else. Today, his lips are tight-knit together, his eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks nothing but distressed. "You know, I actually had a pretty rough shift today. I should be going home." There's another jab waiting -- there's someone waiting for me, after all. His fiancé. Aaron hates thinking about how he'd rather have it be Riven, waiting -- hates to think about things like that when Freyja is so nice, so sweet, so helpful.

Aaron actually hates thinking in general.

He doesn't leave immediately, though -- instead he sticks around for some more explanations of the mermaid sex, that he really, could care less about. The nurse he always rants to about his love life will be delighted to hear, but Aaron really, really isn't right now.

"Just burn it.", the surgeon shrugs, before his phone goes off, and he sighs, picking it out of his pocket with his one empty hand. "Bear?", he announces himself, and loud rambling can be heard from the other line, "I'm not on call, and I'm not in on the case. Check with Carter if you can give ACEs. You could try ARBs. You know what, just ask Carter. Bye." Aaron hangs up, stuffs the phone back into his pocket and downs the rest of his coffee. "I haven't slept in 48 hours. Sorry."

He was used to the banter, they've set a nice, little rhythm — Aaron's endless yapping, and Riven nodding his head, pretending he was listening. He was used to the jabs, and the tantrums, and the ocassional flirting (he had foolishly told himself it was all in good measure), yet he wasn't prepared for that prick to his skin, the drawing of blood — like he had plucked out a rose, and suffered the consequences of selfishly stealing its beauty for himself alone.

Eyes averted, Riven took a moment to find his words. "Not a writer." he reminded him. "Just a book editor." meaning he crossed over stupid nonsense in red and added question marks to words that didn't even make sense, leaving papers always covered in too much crimson and not enough actual good writing.

Mouth found the rim of his cup. A decent excuse to shut him up long enough for Aaron to drop the subject of — whatever that was the other night.

Then The Dark Mermaid Rises suddenly served a better purpose than he'd even imagined it would. Better than getting used as a roll of toilet paper. "Nothing — It's work." hardly nothing, but no one in their right mind would consider this actual work. The heel of his palm dug into his eyes, to rub the sleep out of them, or perhaps if he pushed a little harder, blind himself so he'd never have to read any of this ever again. "It's mermaid sex, A." a beat, "It's disturbing, but people are into it. It's the new Twilight."

[greg-montgomery]

Saturday Night

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Out of all the ways you expected to spend your Saturday night, laying naked on your boss' bed was not at the top of your list.

This is um...just smut and specifically size kink haha I'm posting this and 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

NSFW - Minors DNI

Enjoy 🧍‍♀️

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You were supposed to visit his house to drop off some files. You were not supposed to accept his invitation to stay for dinner. You were not supposed to accept his second invitation, this time for a drink. And you were definitely not supposed to be in the position you were right now.

“Mm Agent Hotchner...” you whined, spreading your legs slowly for him.

He paused for a moment, kneeling in front of you on the bed, checking your body out; his eyes travelling up, down and then up to your eyes again, his tongue wetting his lips.

He crawled on top of you and whispered on your mouth, “I'm here.”

“I need you,” you breathed out and suddenly you were being kissed.

“I'm here, baby.”

You felt his left hand touching your nipple as his lips were kissing your cheek and then the skin behind your ear and then your neck; every single kiss making you melt under his mouth.

Your hands were on his shoulders, those same broad shoulders that you couldn't even count the minutes you'd spent on admiring.

He was so much bigger than you, you couldn't wait to feel him crushing your body. You were sure if someone were to stare down at you from the ceiling you wouldn't even be visible.

The thought made you laugh.

“What?” he asked with a grin, his eyes focused on yours again.

“Nothing. Just...you're huge.”

You looked at his handsome face and watched his cheeks turn pink. Making the Aaron Hotchner blush was such an accomplishment, you thought.

“Is that...bad?”

Oh he could not be more wrong.

“It turns me on,” you admitted.

His hand slowly moved from your chest, between your legs. His fingers started rubbing your clit and you immediately felt waves of pleasure go through your body.

“Aaron...”

His pace was torturously slow, your eyes closed while you enjoyed the feeling.

“Tell me more about it,” he said while slipping a finger inside you.

You moaned softly before replying. “I can't think...”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Feels that good, baby?”

“Mhm...” you nodded, biting your lips to keep yourself from being loud.

He added a second finger making your grip on him tighter.

“You look like something out of a dream laying under me like that,” he said almost moaning even though he wasn't the one being touched. “I've been dying to get my hands on you. I've imagined us in so many positions and I'm gonna take you in every single one of them.”

He could tell you were close. He looked at your expression; you were looking almost as if you were struggling by how good you felt. Little moans were leaving your mouth, most of them being his name.

“Aaron...”

“I know, I know, baby...”

“Feels so good...”

“I know... Just let go, honey. Just relax and let yourself feel nice.”

“I love it...”

He kissed your mouth that was open and waiting for him, as you felt your orgasm make your whole body shake.

“Oh God...” you sighed and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to your body.

“Baby...”

“Closer...I wanna feel you,” you told him.

His weight on top of you was exactly what you needed.

Aaron left a few lazy kisses behind your ear and you ran your fingers through his soft hair, breathing him in.

Your thoughts were filled with all the positions he had in mind for tonight. All you wanted to do was to flip the two of you around and ride him. So that's what you did.

[cloudlessly-light]

Would you be able to write something about Hotch and Emily doing some BDSM stuff and Em uses the safe word and they have a conversation about it?

A/N: The goal of kink and BDSM is never to get a partner to use the safeword. It’s there to protect all parties involved. With that said I got this prompt and I ran with it because Hotchniss would be healthy about it. Check the warnings and only read if you are comfortable enough to do so.

Tite: Got me in the dark speaking in tongues Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 3.7k Warnings: Smut, BDSM themes and everything that comes with that, dirty talk, breath play, handcuffs, use of safeword, aftercare

Aaron fell fast and hard for Emily, it was ridiculous, how easy it was to fall for her. But he had refused to admit it to anyone, not even himself. Until Colorado. The realization hit him hard, a punch to the chest as he felt something break inside of him when Benjamin Cyrus beat her and he was standing helpless on the sidelines. Her selflessness, her courage, they were both tiny pieces of her that he loved, and he crashed into the realization that if something happened to her, he didn’t know how to move on.   

So when she’s healed enough, he gathered enough courage to ask her out and he’s surprised when she agrees with a simple yes and a smile.  

They go on a date and it’s awkward, conversation feeling forced, Emily tense because she has problem differentiating Hotch with Aaron, Aaron nervous because he knows that being on a date with his subordinate is breaking the rules. But he’s a gentleman and he walks her to her door at the end of the night, already prepared for the apologetic excuse to not do this again that he think she’s been planning. 

What he should have realized, what he should have known, is that you never can tell what Emily is thinking. And then instead of mumbling about how they shouldn’t do this because they work together, she kisses him. It takes him a moment to respond to it, but when he does it deepens quickly and she moans into his mouth as he pulls her against his body. 

“I just needed to try that, see if I can get past the Hotch of it all.” She whispers as they break apart, her forehead pressing against his. 

“And can you?” He asks and she grins at him as her hands tighten on his suit. 

“Hell yes.”  

So they start dating, fall in lust and in love and Aaron finds that being with Emily is more than he’d ever thought. She lets him explore things he’d never thought, she teaches him French in between sips of wine, makes him open up in a way he didn’t think he was capable of anymore and she lets him experience new realms of pleasure. 

They had been together for a couple of months when Emily told him about kinks and BDSM, something she had been into for years. He was immediately intrigued, had played around with blindfolds and restraints with Haley but she had never been interested enough to try more, but he was. It starts slow, Emily teaching him about safe words and the communication and trust that they needed for it to be safe, it wasn’t something he didn’t already knew, but was happy to learn more about. 

“Have you ever had to use your safe word?” He asked, anger already building at the thought of someone hurting her. 

“No.” She squeezed his hand over the table. “Only the pause word once but that was because I had a coughing fit.” She laughed as she remembered one of the feathers from a toy that she accidentally ingested. “But that’s why the words exist, it doesn’t always have to be because it’s gotten to be too much, sometimes things just happen that are beyond our control.” 

Aaron nods and kisses her. 

“Tell me more.”  

So she tells him more, explains what she’s tried and what she likes, what she hasn’t done and what she refuses to do. He’s not surprised that the things she’s not interested in, he isn’t either. He is surprised of the level of pain she sometimes like though. 

“I’m not sure I could do that do you.” He says one night after she had told him how she had bruised for weeks after a punishment with a paddle. 

“And you don’t have to. You also have your limits honey, it’s not only about the sub. You’re not going to do anything you’re uncomfortable with okay?” She holds his face in her hands to make sure that he listens and doesn’t let go until he nods. “Safe words and aftercare. It’s so important, for everyone involved.” 

They build up the scenes with time, Aaron trying out both being the submissive and the dominant and neither of them are surprised when he loves the role of the dominant and quickly opts out of being a submissive, feeling uneasy by something as simple as being restrained. 

“I didn’t expect you to like it.” She assures him later with a kiss. “You’re okay though?”  

“I’m okay. I knew I wouldn’t like it.” He rolls on top of her and pins her hands above her head with a dark grin. “I know you do though.” They fuck hard and loud and the next morning he realizes that he’s bitten a bruise into the skin of her breast and he’s hard so quick he’s lightheaded. 

They do more and more scenes, Aaron finding that restraining Emily and having his way with her is one of his favorites, to have her begging for him, for his touch, for his cum, for anything, is a power rush unlike any other.  

Emily was a fan of pain, weather it was from his touch or toys, and as Aaron got more comfortable and wanted to try new things, she found that she would bear a bruise from him somewhere on her body almost all the time. She liked the feeling of it, that he marked her as his. 

They were blissfully happy together, until Ian Doyle shows up and tears their lives apart. She runs, tries to end it before it’s truly began but fails. The day he sends her to Paris she’s damaged and broken as her heart breaks for everything they could have been. She knows that he’s just as heartbroken as she is, desperate kisses mixed with tears and soft touches that makes her not want to go forces JJ to take her hand to get her into the plane.  

* 

She walks back into his life seven months later and even if neither of them are the same people they were, it’s easy to fall back in love with her. Not that he ever really fell out of love with her.  

They start slow, a dinner to see if there’s something still there, a walk as they talk about what has changed, a glass of wine before they rediscover their bodies. He tries not to flinch at the sight of her scars and she comforts him as he tenses above her. 

“It’s still me.” She whispered in the dark as his fingers grace the burn on her chest.  

“I know. Nothing would ever make me believe different.” He promises with a kiss. “I just don’t like the thought of him having a hold on you even in death.” 

“He doesn’t.” She tells him and as she does, she believes it. 

They rediscover what they thought was once lost, they come to find that somehow they are stronger. It takes a few months before Emily carefully brings up the one thing they haven’t tried to get back to yet.  

“Do you miss it?” She asks as she hands him a blindfold, the red silk slipping through his fingers as he grasps it.  

“I do, but I’m not sure if we’re there yet. I don’t know if it’ll be the same.” He throws the blindfold onto the bed and instead pulls her into his arms, his hands firm on her hips. 

“I miss it too.” She breathes as his forehead press against hers and she breathes him in. “And there’s only one way to find out.”  

“I know. I just… I don’t want to hurt you.” He admits quietly and when he opens his eyes he finds the kind, reassuring smile that always calms him. 

“You’re not him honey. But I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want.”

“I want to.” He kisses her with a smile. 

It’s slow, just like everything had been since she returned. They talk about limits again, new ones added onto the list of things either of them aren’t comfortable with anymore. Aaron is hesitant to push her too far and Emily painstakingly aware that Aaron doesn’t let go like he once had. But as they slowly get back into it, they both find that the release they found in their dynamic was still there. 

Then it’s been almost two years since that night in the warehouse, Emily’s scars faded and as much as she wants the memories to fade as well, they haven’t. Aaron and Emily live together now, have been for a few months, their relationship stronger than ever. But anniversaries were hard and she should have known that.

They had planned a scene, talked it through like always and Emily had been looking forward to it all week. She needed the release of letting go, needed her mind to be blissfully empty of everything that wasn’t Aaron and pleasure and pleasing him.

“Honey, are you home?” She got home purposefully late, something they had agreed on earlier.

“Undress.” His voice sounded from somewhere in the house and she shivered in anticipation.

She hung up her coat, but tossed her shirt on the floor, soon followed by her pants and boots with a smirk. She knew it would annoy him that she didn’t fold the clothes. She looked around but she couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear him either until another demand sounded from somewhere.

“Kneel.”

Emily sunk to her knees silently, hands behind her back and eyes to the floor, but ears trained on any sound. The first thing she noticed was the sound of his shoes against the hardware floor, followed by a pleased hum.

“Aww look at you, pretty thing.” Aaron walked slowly towards her, knew that the closer he got the more she would struggle with her urge to touch him. He stopped only when he was right in front of her and he could see the goosebumps along her skin. “Eyes.”

She immediately looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading as her thighs clenched to relieve some of the pressure between her legs. She forced the whimper down as his warm hand stroked her cheek, then gripped her chin and angled her face.

“Stay still.” His voice had an edge to it as his face turned condescending. “It’s been less than two minutes and you’re already soaked aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She whispered, her cheeks turning pink from the humiliation as another rush of arousal settled uncomfortably between her legs.

“Yes, what?” His hand gripped her chin tighter and this time she did whimper.

“Yes, sir.” She corrected herself immediately and she saw a hint of a smirk on his face.

“Pathetic.” He spat the word lowly and let go of her chin so suddenly she almost fell forward. “Go upstairs and wait for me.” Aaron watched as she crawled towards the stairs, his own want for her making a low growl sound deep in his chest. “Oh and Em,” The sound of his voice stopped her halfway up the stairs. “If I find you touching yourself without permission, you’re not going to like what I do to you.”

She nodded through a low moan, her whole body feeling like it was on fire and he had barely even touched her yet. This is what she had needed all week, could already feel the stress of the week disappearing as she let go of everything besides them.

Aaron waited until she was out of sight before moving through the hallway and towards the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water to bring upstairs, drank his own bottle slowly with a grin. He knew how much she hated waiting, knew that she was probably squirming in anticipation and it made him hard just thinking about it.

After almost ten minutes he slowly made his way up the stairs to join her, the sound of his steps sounding loud in the otherwise quiet house. He suppressed a groan when he found her in the position she knew he’d want her in. Her legs were spread as wide, hands above her head. He could see her muscles tensing, her bottom lip bitten red as her hands clenched while trying to contain the burning desire.

“You’re being so good for me.” He leaned against the doorframe and watched proudly as she stayed completely still. “Someone really needs to come today.”

“Thank you, sir.” She kept her eyes on the ceiling until he was moving to stand beside the bed and put the bottle on the nightstand. When she looked at him her breathing hitched at way his eyes were clouded with arousal. “Please.” She whispered as he dragged a lazy finger over her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts until he stopped at the edge of her panties.

“What are you begging for?”

“You.” It was a needy whine falling from her lips, and in any other situation she would have been embarrassed but it seemed to work as Aaron started to unbutton his shirt. She took the small victory, wanted to sob in relief when he moved on to his pants and boxers.

“Do you think you deserve any kind of relief? Maybe I shouldn’t touch you at all, make you suck me off until I’m coming all over that pretty face of yours?” He kneeled on the bed beside her head and her eyes focused on his hard shaft already leaking precum. “On the other hand, you have been good since you got home.” He mused as if she wasn’t even there, his fingers tangling in her dark hair and pulled hard enough to make her gasp. “Let’s see how badly you want it, hmm?”

Emily was still nodding when he pushed the head of his cock between her lips but she was quick to push herself up on one arm to be able to take him easier. She sucked the tip, licked the precum off him and when she heard his satisfied groan she took more of him, wanting to hear it again. She sucked him as deep as she could, not surprised when his hips jerked against her face to force more of his thick shaft down her throat.

“That’s it. Take it, good girl.” He mumbled through pleasure, his eyes fastened on hers as she stared up at him. They were teary and wide, her dark eyes blown black as she let him fuck her face. He was so captivated by the way she willingly choked and gagged on him that he didn’t notice her hand moving down her body until the moan vibrated around his shaft. His eyes snapped to where her fingers were hidden in her underwear and in an instant he was pulling out of her mouth and forced her hand against the bed.

Emily knew the mistake she had made the second his bruising grip around her wrist pressed into the bed. She jerked at the initial contact, her arousal making her brain hazy as she stared up at his angered face.

“Pathetic slut.” He hissed and she sucked in a breath as he straddled her middle. “I gave you one single order. Do not touch without permission and you can’t even do that right?” He knew he was imposing as he towered over her, made sure to check her face and body for any real distress but found none. He grabbed her other wrist tightly and pinned them both above her head. “Do. Not. Fucking. Move.” He watched as she nodded quickly, bottom lip sucked between her teeth as she stared up at him, eyes somewhere between apologetic and needy.

“I’m sorry.” She tried as he got up from the bed and moved towards the dresser where they kept their toys.

“Quiet.” He didn’t even look at her as he rummaged through one of the drawers, smiled when the metallic handcuffs came into view. “Since you’re being a desperate little whore, I think these are in order, don’t you?”

Emily’s eyes lingered on the silver that gleamed in the soft light of their bedroom. It was a second of unease that she chalked up to not wanting a punishment and then it was gone and she nodded with a pout.

Aaron walked slowly towards her, held the cuffs up and gently clasped one wrist into the cuff before lacing it through their headboard and then secured her other wrist. He watched her as she stayed still, eyes on him as she panted slightly.

“You do not come. Do you understand me?” He ripped her soaked underwear off her hips and fit himself between her spread legs, the heavy weight of his shaft warm on her pelvis.

“Yes, sir.” She agreed instantly, she knew that she didn’t deserve it, not after she disobeyed his order.

He thrust inside of her with one rough push of his hips, a groan leaving him as Emily’s body rocked with the force. His hands held onto her hips as he set a pace hard enough for the bed to move with them, a smirk on his face as Emily’s eyes rolled back and her body arched.

“Feel so good.” He mumbled as he watched the flush on her skin, one hand moving to her throat. He squeezed lightly, happy when Emily only moaned louder.

Emily felt him everywhere, his cock inside of her, his breath on her face, his skin against hers and his warm hand around her airway, pressing just enough to make her lightheaded and she knew that not coming would be impossible. She tried pushing her hips up against his, wanting him even deeper, her arms tugged against the metal around her wrists and then all of a sudden she felt a panic spreading through her body.

The familiar clinking of metal, the cold steel against her skin, she was in the warehouse fighting Ian, his rough hands on her skin, the smell of her burnt flesh, the wood that pierced her body. She remembered all of it, felt all of it and she couldn’t breathe.

“Stop, fuck stop! Red!” She was barely aware that the word left her mouth, was barely aware of anything besides the anxiety bubbling in her chest.

Aaron was off her in less than a second, his fingers already on the key that unlocked the handcuffs as he stared wide eyed at her, at first not sure what to do. He saw the panic in her eyes, her whole body trembling and he quickly laid down beside her but made sure not to touch her.

“You’re safe. Emily baby, look at me.” He waited until her eyes were on him. “I got you, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

It was another few seconds before Emily nodded, her mind frazzled as she tried to make sense of what just happened.

“I-I’m sorry.” She turned into his arms, showing him that it was okay for him to touch her and his arms immediately wrapped around her body. She let herself relax into him, the panic slowly disappearing as she took slow breaths of air and let the feeling of him calm her.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He whispered against her ear then kissed her temple. “Emily what happened?”

They had used the cuffs since she came back, had done things that would be considered more extreme but the way she reacted terrified him. He felt guilty, already self-loathing as she clutched to him. He didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve her.

“I’m not sure…” She pulled back to look at him. “I was there, in the warehouse, it was like everything was happening again.” She took a moment to breathe, now when she started to calm she could see the worry on his face.  

“I should have realized. I should have stopped.” He looked away from her but she was quick to stroke her hand over his cheek, gently made him face her again.

“Hey, look at me.” She ran her thumb over his cheekbone. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” She could tell that he didn’t believe her, his dark eyes filled with regret. “This has never happened before, neither of us would have known.”

“Are you okay?” His hand landed on hers on his cheek. “What do you need?”

Emily reached for the bottle of water on the nightstand as she thought about his question, wanting to be honest with him.

“I’m scared.” She finally said. “I think we need to discuss our boundaries again, not now, but soon.” Aaron’s hand tightened around her and pulled her closer as he nodded. “Are you okay?”

Her question surprised him even though it shouldn’t, he knew that she felt his distress as well.

“I never want this to happen again.” He mumbled and Emily smiled at that. “I-I’m okay I just, I’m not sure what I can do to make you feel better.”

“You already are honey, you stopped. We’re talking it through, there’s not much else you can do. You didn’t hurt me, it was my own brain messing with me. I love you, okay.”

“I love you too, so much.” He let her pull him into a soft kiss, felt her linger against him for a few moments. “What do you need?”

“Something sweet and you. Just lay with me?” She smiled when he pulled out a small chocolate bar from the nightstand, already prepared because she always needed something sugary after a scene. She unwrapped the candy and took a bite as Aaron pulled her on top of him. He wanted to see her face, studied her for further signs of fear or anxiety and was happy to find nothing but her gentle smile and soft eyes.

They both knew that come morning they would have to talk about everything again, go through every limit, soft and hard. But right now, Emily was content being in his arms and eating chocolate as the safety of him brought her back to herself. Aaron chose to trust her, felt how her body relaxed against him as she continued to press soft kisses against his chest, lips and face. He didn’t let go of her, only let the smell and feel of her comfort him.