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Christmas With Them Scenarios! (Part Two)
Anakin Skywalker: It was already planned, for you both to have a private Christmas together. He was most eager to celebrate with you after a specifically long and hard mission, being with you and in your presence brought him all the joy in the world, regardless of the holiday or not. He sat up in the middle of the night on the 23rd, meticulously handcrafting special ornaments for you and him to hang on the tree.
You and him had went to a light store in Coruscant and searched for Christmas lights, wondering what might catch either of your eyes. The moment you had found something that you both thought would go great with the medium-length tree and the special handcrafted ornaments, Anakin bought it. You both, despite having to keep your relationship secret, found it comforting to go to stores together.
On the night of the 24th, you had gotten Anakin a few presents, and though he doesn't know it, you were sure he was going to love it. The set of an exact replica of a complex pod racer, much like that of his from his younger years. You had been saving it up, passing his birthdays with other creative gifts and now, with the joy and the anticipation of finding out what one another has gotten, it seemed perfect. Although unsure of what Anakin has in store for you, it was sure to be nothing short of spectacular.
In the early morning before the sun announced itself, you were shaken awake by an eager Anakin. "Let's go, love, come on." He urged you. With a sleepy smile, you get up. He leads you to the living room, where the tree radiated the colorful glow of the lights you both had agreed on. Under the tree laid no more than four presents wrapped both neatly and bearing tags to whom it is for and from. "Anakin, it's beautiful." You breath, beaming at the dazzling display.
"It gets better." He tells you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leads you to where he had strung up matching Stockings. You chuckle at the sight, unaware that he had done this. One of the stockings read your name and you went over to it, to see it had an assortment of your favorite candy and foods. "It's great, Ani. Wonderful." You embrace him tightly, and he wraps his arms around you as well, resting his chin atop your head. "Wanna open the presents?" He grins and with a childlike enthusiasm, you nod.
You both go over to the presents, sitting down and taking one, before looking at each other. "Ready?" Anakin asks. "Born ready." You confirm and before you both know it, you've torn through all of the presents. Anakin had gifted you a special velvet box, in which he had told you to save for last. Shrugging, you open the other one, which had been a customized lamp to show the sunrise of Coruscant. The details had been immaculate and the craftsmanship was something she had seen before but hadn't known at the same time. Nevertheless, the real thing was that Anakin and you had an incredible Christmas you both wouldn't soon forget.
Obi-Wan Kenobi: Announcing the idea to him meant Obi-Wan thinking about it critically. Wondering if it would mean he would have to cancel any missions or important meetings with the Council, but after a bit of finding out, he decided he could spend this holiday with you.
Due to his loyalty to the Order and being the respective and honorable Jedi Master\General he is, he's never celebrated Christmas. However, once he met you and fell madly in love with you, he's learned to adopt whatever makes you happy or brings that loving smile to your lips that he absolutely melts for. When you explain to him what Christmas is about and that it involves a tree, lights, presents and immense joy, Obi found himself growing fondly of this upcoming holiday, despite not experiencing it yet.
The tree, lights and ornaments from your previous Christmases with yourself and\or friends and family immediately were strung flawlessly creating the display of the next few days of radiance, like a sun in the center of your guys' home. As for presents, you had figured Obi-Wan wouldn't mind if you had gotten him something he could use for a good while: a graphic-designed mug with a few detailed cats printed on it with the bolden words: Tired Cinnamon Roll. The wrapping process was one you found as easy as breathing, seeing as you had wrapped at least a few before.
You didn't think of anything that Obi could have gotten you, leaving that up to him and welcoming whatever he would give to you. But you knew Christmas wasn't just about the gifts, it was about the celebration of joy and family. In the afternoon of December 25th, you and Obi-Wan had finished breakfast and bathing together in the romantic, candlelit bathtub and were mutually eager to open the presents and stockings together. As you both took each other's present, you waited to see if he was ready, and with a nod, you both began to unwrap your presents, the delicate mug in which you had gotten for Obi-Wan was certainly dazed by the gift but nonetheless more in love with you and your kindness.
"Thank you." He whispered to you, his hand upon yours, squeezing ever so gently. "You're welcome." You smiled radiantly at him, unwrapping his gift for you, which was, a set of beautifully uniquely scented lotions and soaps, along with a few candles in which he knew you liked the smells of. At this, you place your hand over your mouth, speechless at the gifts and enchanted by the man you call your boyfriend, Christmas was now bound to become a tradition.
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Note: Hey! This is a planned but ridiculously overdue Christmas Scenarios. I've just gotten off my Winter Break and I wanted to finish it.
That perfect 10 booty MMM definitely
Hello my friend.
1. please be no minor if you scroll here
2. please no empty blogs
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Seems like i have a little ass addiction...
Yes... definitely into sweet booties 😍😍😍😍
hello world, have had tumblr for years now but i can now finally say that i am at a point where i am comfortable enough to share my ideas and commissioned work with y'all. thank u.
I think I’ve got a thing for Disney songs parodies...
- Flufy -
Another post of Annie Jumping Spider. At the beach in the night. With and without a hat.
Hey there, it’s been awhile since I last posted Something as Either Nøtanose, or Tælphildr. I can’t remember my old account password anymore so I made a new one so I could start posting artwork again. But, here’s my old account if you want to see it https://www.tumblr.com/taelphildr/687757311016648704/made-another-one-shes-looks-cool-in-my-opinion just tap or click on the profile on the upper left or wherever is that on my old post.
But for me it is time to move on and start over again, anyway, enough about me and say welcome to a very special friend, Annie Jumping Spider. I did drew her a few times. I’ll tell you about how I had awakened her someday but for now, enjoy the artwork I made.
Professions BL has introduced me to over the years:
Engineers
Doctors
C-Suite everything (CEO, CTO, CFO)
Gym Instructors
Vets
Cafe waiters / owners
Millionaire rich kid (daddy’s little boy gets paid a hefty sum every month to ride around in a souped up coupe)
Businessman (shady or legitimate, who cares, look he’s wearing a turtleneck)
Intelligence operatives
Bar tenders
Laundry Operators
Team manager (of what and why exactly? We don’t know, but he manages a team)
Salesperson
Hackers (ethical or redeemable)
Criminal (street and organised)
Creative Director
Painters
Pornographer
Dancer
Loan sharks (probably the only one that caught me off guard)
Lawyer
Dentists (because dentists are not doctors)
Hairdresser
Stewards/pursers
Fashion Designer
Interior designer
Model
Aircraft technicians
Tutor
Deliveryman
Makeup/Skin care promoter (for those brand placements)
Actor (theatre and film)
Artist manager/creative director
Producer
Race car driver (omegaverse included)
Shareholder (it is a career path if you’re rich enough right?)
Bodyguard
Graphic designer
Farmer
Architect
Meteorologist (and a horny one at that, who would’ve thought huh?)
Game Developer
Cultivators
Grim reapers (even a pre-ordained one counts)
Landlord
Political Activists
Athletes
Writers
Ceramic artist
Filmmakers
Videographers
Photographers
Boom operators
Singer
Editor
Manga artist
Ice skater
Producer
Ghost (I don’t know either.)
Project manager
Chef
Kpop idol
Teacher
Influencer
Gamer
Military officer
Supermarket owner
Real estate broker
Medical examiner
Gangster (a constant favorite)
Police officers
and
A two timing snitch (you read that right, there’s always one so it’s gotta be a paying gig.).
It’s a diverse bunch y’all.
If you can guess the bl from these positions, congratulations, you’ve watched all of them probably.
(I ran out of tags by the way)
reader is Emily's childhood friend/crush and they run into each other while she's on a case
they catch up after the case and reader spills that they had the biggest crush on em when they were younger
emily admits the same
they enjoyed their time together
plans for meeting up again
fast forward to someone asking someone to officially be their gf
kiss
yaaaaaaaaay
Long Time, No See
Enjoy!
The case had been long, gruelling, bloody and deeply personal. Emily was exhausted, her blazer slung over her shoulder and the tension in her shoulders refusing to let go.
When the team split off for the night, Emily slipped into a bar she hadn't been in for years, a dim, cozy, little place tucked between old buildings, where the whiskey was neat and the music always good.
She was halfway through her drink when she heard the name. "Emily Prentiss?" Her head turned slowly. And her heart stuttered.
They hadn't aged much, tall, still lean and a little broad through the chest, with black ink curling up their throat and arms. Y/N Y/L/N. The Y/N Y/L/N.
Emily's first real crush, her childhood best friend turned teenage enigma, gone before they could finish whatever spark had always hovered between them.
"Y/N?" Emily stood, stunned, "No... fucking way." They grinned wide, a little stunned themselves, their whiskey glass already sweating in their tattooed hand.
"I was gonna say something earlier but... god, you got hotter."
Emily laughed, breathless, "Still don't have a filter, I see."
"I'd apologise, but..." Y/N shrugged, "I always did have a thing for you."
Emily blinked, surprised but oddly warm, “You… what?!” Y/N leaned in slightly, tipsy but honest, voice low and velvet, “Yeah, Em… I had the biggest damn crush on you. Back when you wore ripped jeans and threatened to fight anyone who bullied me.”
Emily blinked, surprised but oddly warm. “You… what?”
Rox leaned in slightly, tipsy but honest, voice low and velvet. “Yeah, Em. I had the biggest damn crush on you. Back when you wore ripped jeans and threatened to fight anyone who bullied me.”
Emily's cheeks flushed. Her mouth opened, then closed, and then, quietly, she said, "I had a crush on you too. Thought I was subtle."
"You weren't," Y/N said, grinning, "I was just too scared to say anything." A silence fell between them, one of those rare ones, comfortable, suspended.
And then Emily took a chance, brushing her fingers over Y/N's hand. "Want to have a drink with me?" Emily questioned, Y/N grinned against, brighter, "Thought you'd never ask."
- - -
Weeks turned into months...
Drinks became dinners. Dinners became nights in, lazy mornings, bodies tangled in rumpled sheets and laughter under dim lights. Y/N was magnetic in a way that grounded Emily, direct, but soft.
They moved slow at first, talking about everything they'd missed. Y/N had built a career tattooing in DC, mostly queer clients, their arms now a living sketchbook.
Emily shared just enough of the BAU.
They flirted shamelessly. And then, there were nights they didn't sleep.
- - -
Present day...
It had rained all day, and the windows steamed. The lights were low, music barely a murmur. Y/N was in Emily's kitchen, shirtless in loose sweats, hair damp from the shower.
Emily came up behind them, arms snaking around their waist. Y/N smiled and leaned into her, "You okay?" Emily nodded, nuzzling her forehead into Y/N's shoulder, "Mmm... just thinking."
"Dangerous..." Y/N teased. Emily bit her lip, then, nervous, but sure, she whispered, "Be my partner." Y/N turned, their brows lifted, eyes wide, "You serious?"
Emily nodded, breath hitching, "I want you... all the way. Not just the sex, the beautiful mind boggling sex, not just the weekends. I want to say I'm yours... I want to know you're mine."
Y/N's answer was a kiss, deep, hot, hungry. Emily backed into the counter, gasping as Y/N kissed her like it was the first time. Clothes fell quickly, Y/N lifting Emily onto the kitchen counter, her legs around their waist.
Their mouths didn't part. Y/N kissed her until her head dropped back, breathless, whispering her name like it was holy. Bedroom, then bed, as usual. Y/N between Emily's thighs, worshipping her body.
Emily's fingers curled in their hair, guiding them, trembling under every touch, breath, and every desperate, quiet moan. They were slow at first, savouring. Y/N coaxing every delicious sound from her.
Emily whimpered Y/N's name over and over.
Then they flipped her gently, their chest pressed against her back. Y/N's mouth brushed Emily's neck, teeth grazing her delicate skin, "Mine?"
"Yours," the Chief whispered, desperate, legs shaking.
They took their time, rocking together, breath syncing in moans and curses. Emily cried out when Y/N's hand slid down her belly and lower, coaxing her over the edge again. And again.
She pulled them down afterward, sweaty and flushed, kissing them hard and messy and open-mouthed.
“I love you,” the Chief murmured, dizzy and spent, fingers brushing Y/N's jaw.
Y/N's smile was like sunrise. “Took you long enough.”
unsent
i don’t like saying ‘i love you’ because my heart catches in my throat every time,
the truth can be written with greater ease:
i love you so much it hurts.
and i know you so well, all of you
yet your favorite color still surprises me
i cannot think of who you’d get along with, or what you’d like
because you’re mine, even if i know, i know it’s just a little part.
i think the beauty and fear of knowing someone comes from the vastness.
because you are an endless impossibility,
a miracle.
shall i compare thee to a summer’s day?
or a winter’s night?
or the first taste of spun sugar, melting on the tongue?
shall i compare thee to a sunrise, all dusky blues and cadmium hopes?
shall i compare thee to the calm before the storm,
the silence that descends at the first pluck of a string;
reverent?
you are more than all of it, of course, and maybe one day,
when it feels a little less raw,
when a brush against my skin doesn't send ice skittering through my lungs,
maybe in a week or two,
i can show this to you,
all rapt nervousness and unmet gaze
even in the surety of reciprocity.
and maybe i would say, ‘i’m sorry’,
and you would understand that if i felt it any less
then i swear i would tell you so.
I wanted to draw Scout to end with disappointment, but I just couldn't