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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Best of Both Worlds

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader

TW:alcohol, harassment, mentions of violence

Summary: Being John B's sister and Rafe's girlfriend comes with a whole list of benefits. The first one is that no one gets to fuck with you.

Word count:2k

A/N: this was supposed to be a one shot but now im pretty sure its going to be its own little universe. Also Im a whore for protective Rafe and JJ

Being John B's sister and JJ's best friend comes with advantages and pitfalls. One of those advantages being that nobody fucks with you. However, on the flip side of that, it means no guys will get within ten feet of you.

Until Rafe Cameron saw you at least. He was the only guy on the island interested that wasn't afraid, and somehow weaseled his way into your heart.

Of course, being his girlfriend comes with its own notoriety.

You're now both Pogue and Kook royalty; one of the only people to earn trust from both sides simultaneously. The entirety of Outer Banks is practically your kingdom, you're both feared and respected from all corners.

You've gotten used to the way people avoid eye contact and quite literally part like the Red Sea when you walk past. Part of it's due to your own reputation that precedes you, but mostly it's because your boys are always in formation a few feet behind you like the secret service.

It's no secret that you're under their protection; you're practically invincible.

Granted, you're also known for your eagerness to fight and sharp tongue. Everyone knows that even if you are seen alone, it doesn't mean that you're vulnerable.

So it's no shock that as you walk into the club with Rafe and the rest of the Pogues that the three of them are right behind you looking like Dobermans. They escort you to the bar to get a drink, and then to a table tucked into the back corner, distanced from the chaos of the dance floor.

The music is loud and you already feel a smile creeping its way onto your face. After all the craziness, it feels good to just be out having fun with your friends. You all settle in, your body wedged between Rafe and Sarah in the booth.

It's easygoing for a while, everyone laughing and carrying light-hearted conversations as the alcohol flows. However, it doesn't take long for your drink to run out and you nudge Rafe's knee with your own to signal for him to let you out.

"Where are you going?"

You lean up and give him a sweet kiss, shaking your head at his protective tone.

"To get another drink."

He nods and starts following after you when you turn and give him a look.

"I can handle getting a drink, Rafe."

He hesitates for a second but knows better than to push you. The three of them may be like bodyguards, but they know to respect your boundaries. You're not a fragile flower that needs to be treated like a child, it's been proven time and time again.

He watches as you saunter off, his eyes never leaving your scantily clad frame.

You make your way to the bar and wait patiently for your drink. It's busy in here, and you know the bartenders are working as fast as they can. You're leaning forward a bit with your elbows resting on the backlit counter as you bop your head to whatever song is bumping.

Your body stiffens when you feel a presence next to you, their arm brushing against yours and lingering a second too long. You know it's not any of your friends; they all have distinct signature colognes and this is definitely not familiar.

It smells like axe mixed with vodka, and your nose scrunches up as the scent burns your nostrils.

"Hey, whatcha drinking?"

The man's voice is grating, immediately causing irritation to flood you. Your eyes stare straight ahead as you answer, not wanting to give him any misconception that you're open to conversation.

"Amaretto."

Your voice is hard as you answer, and you pray he takes the hint. You're just here to have a good time, the last thing you want is the night to be ruined because of some asshole.

"Interesting choice. Would've taken you as a sex-on-the-beach type of girl. What's your name?"

You give him a disgusted look at his implication and turn back to the bar. Where the hell is the bartender with your drink?

"Y/N."

It's against your better judgment, but you're not in the mood to fight and you're just trying to appease him long enough to get your drink and bolt.

You can feel four sets of eyes staring at you, and you already know it's your three pit bulls along with Pope. The Heyward is easily just as protective when you're out, albeit in a less threatening manner.

"Y/N. I like it, it's pretty just like you."

You roll your eyes at the line, thoroughly unimpressed. It's not until you feel his hand on your waist that you stand up straight and face him.

Your head tilts down to look at where he's touching you, before raising your eyes to give him a disbelieving look through your lashes.

You realize you don't recognize him, and figure he must be a touron. That'd be the only explanation for him being stupid enough to put his hands on you.

Your fingers wrap around his wrist as you shove him off and you take a step back. He's persistent, stepping forward to close the much-wanted distance again. His fingers dig into your hip and you decide you've had enough.

"I'm actually here with somebody."

It's your last attempt at handling this civilly, and much to your dismay it doesn't deter him.

"I don't see him anywhere."

You let out a dark chuckle, and the man misunderstands it as you taking the bait with a smile.

"Well, he sees you."

The man's eyebrows furrow for a second, and you nod your head at the table. The boys are off to the side watching carefully for your signal. They know you can handle yourself; however, they're always on standby like guard dogs, ready to attack on your slightest command.

"See those men over there? The tall one with murder in his eyes is my boyfriend, Rafe. He'll kill you. The one with his arms crossed is my brother, John B. The blonde is JJ, my best friend. They'll be the ones that hide your body. And the last one at the end there? That's our ole' reliable, Pope. He won't hurt you, but he will be the alibi."

The man chuckles nervously but doesn't release his hold on you.

"I'm not worried about them. If they were gonna do something, they would have by now."

You give him a sinister smile and shake your head.

"That's where you're wrong. They don't come unless called. All I have to do is shoot them a look and you'll be eating through a tube. So, I'm gonna tell you one time to back the fuck off."

He ponders for a second, before completely encroaching on your personal space. Over at the table, John B puts a hand on Rafe's arm to hold him back.

"If she needs us, she'll let us know."

They watch as your hand comes up, open palm facing them, and start to move closer.

"I'm gonna count down from five, and if you're not out of my sight when I reach zero, you're going to regret being born."

You start counting down, a finger dropping with each second. You get down to one, and the man laughs.

"Are you sure you wanna do this? If you're thinking they won't go to jail over me, you're sadly mistaken. Rafe practically owns the island, hand cuffs won't even touch them."

His eyebrow quirks, and you purse your lips.

"Fine, have it your way."

The second your hand becomes a closed fist, Rafe is behind the man. There isn't even time to blink before the stranger is ripped back by his collar hard enough for it to make him cough and sputter.

He looks at you with wide eyes, and you just watch while sipping on your drink that's been sitting on the counter for a couple of minutes.

"I believe the lady told you to fuck off."

Rafe's voice is several octaves deeper than usual, rage coursing through his veins. John B and JJ are standing right behind him, ready to jump in and have their turn. Pope pulls you back, always one to make sure you don't get pulled into the violence.

"We were just talking, man."

The stranger tries desperately to de-escalate the situation, but it's far too late.

"Looked like you were touching her. Maybe we should see if you like being touched without your permission."

JJ's voice is akin to a growl, and you tsk. Asshole should've listened.

The man that harassed you doesn't get a chance to respond before he's dragged out the back door while you and Pope go get the girls.

"Come on, we gotta go."

You grab Sarah's hand and tug, the blonde woman looking at you with confusion. When she looks behind you and sees that only Pope followed you back, her eyes widen in realization.

"Right, okay. Let's go."

Kie is right behind her, and the four of you pull the car around to wait for the three men. A few minutes go by before they come around the side of the building. You scoot out of the driver's seat to allow Rafe to climb in, the other two crawling in the back seat.

You don't ask questions; you never do. You already know what happened, and if you didn't then his disheveled hair and bleeding knuckles are enough to clue you in. The drive back is silent, the Pogues being dropped off at John Bs before you and Rafe venture back to Tannyhill.

Rafe holds your hand as you lead him upstairs to his room and into his bathroom. You nod your head at the toilet and he follows your silent instruction to sit.

Your hands rifle through a drawer and find the first aid kit with ease. You kneel in front of him, taking his battered knuckles with such tenderness it makes his heart ache.

The Rafe sitting in front of you now is light years from the man an hour ago and you wish people could see this side of him.

He's the definition of heart eyes as he stares down at you with adoration, watching as you make practiced movements to disinfect and ice his wounds.

"You don't have to do that, you know. Your dad turned you into his personal weapon, I don't want to do the same."

His brows furrow at your confession and he gently grasps your chin to make you look at him.

"Hey, I protect you because I want to. Nobody fucks with a Cameron."

You stop in your tracks and stare at him with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not a Cameron."

His eyes bore into yours and the next words out of his mouth suck the air out of your lungs.

"You will be."

A playful smile breaks out on your face and you laugh lightly.

"Rafe Cameron, are you asking me to marry you?"

There's a teasing lilt to your voice, but his face remains stoic.

"If I was, would you say yes?"

Your eyes roam over his face searching for any sign of joking, and your mouth drops open when you find none. You nod your head slowly, almost afraid of moving.

"In a heartbeat."

You stare in shock as he removes his hand from your face and slips his signet ring off his pinky. He takes your hand in his and places it on your left ring finger before pressing a kiss to it.

"Then we'll go to Cartier tomorrow."

You peer down at the ring now adorning your finger and try to process what the fuck just happened. Did you just get engaged to Rafe Cameron?

"Rafe, are you serious?"

Tears are starting to sting your waterline as reality sinks in and he presses his forehead to yours.

"Very."

At that, you leap into his arms and capture him in a searing kiss.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna be your wife." You squeal and he laughs while holding you to his chest.

"You've been my wife since our first date. Now it's just official."

His hand rubs gentle circles on your back as his heart swells with a love he didn't know was possible.

"I love you."

Your voice is barely above a whisper and he pulls back to look at you with a bright grin.

"I love you too, Mrs. Cameron."

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron #Rafe Cameron x routledge!reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #outer banks #protective Rafe Cameron #protective jj maybank

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cinnies-stories · 4 months

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grace clinton / like a hallmark movie

this is short, sorry, but her 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

You hummed a festive tune as you sifted flour onto the kitchen counter, glancing over at Grace who was wrestling with the tangled lights for the Christmas tree. The room was filled with the scent of cinnamon and the promise of holiday joy.

"Having a little trouble there, Ms. I-don't-need-help?" you teased, eyes twinkling.

"Just trying to untangle the holiday spirit, darling. Maybe I need a magical touch?" Grace replied with a grin, her hands still in a wrestling match with the lights.

"I'll save you with my superior untangling skills later. But first, focus on these cookies. They need your culinary genius," you replied, playfully waving a rolling pin at your girlfriend.

Winking, the young forward responded, "Your wish is my command, Chef Y/N. What's the secret ingredient this time?" Her words were met with a gentle kiss on the cheek from you.

"Love, of course. But also a hint of mischief and a dash of holiday magic," you answered with a mischievous smile.

"Love, mischief, and holiday magic, coming right up!" Grace said, mock saluting.

As the two of you worked on the cookie dough, your girlfriend stole a quick kiss, leaving a dusting of flour on your nose. Giggles filled the room as you both engaged in a playful flour fight, turning the kitchen into a winter wonderland.

"I think our cookies just got an extra sprinkle of love," Grace remarked, looking at the snowy mess you two had created.

"And a touch of insanity, but that's what makes it perfect," you added, nudging her.

Your playful banter continued, punctuated by sweet kisses and laughter. Flour dusted both your cheeks as you exchanged affectionate gestures, turning the baking process into a delightful dance of love.

As you rolled out the dough, Grace paused, her gaze fixed on you. "You know, these cookies may not be as sweet as your kisses." You rolled your eyes but another soft kiss followed, making the kitchen feel even warmer.

While the cookies baked, you sat by the fireplace, cups of cocoa in hand, and admired the twinkling lights on the tree.

"You know, the lights on this tree can't compare to the sparkle in your eyes. "

Blushing, you responded, "Smooth talker. But seriously, this feels like a Hallmark movie, doesn't it?"

"Only if Hallmark movies involve flour fights and stolen kisses in the kitchen," Grace replied with a smirk.

You chuckled and the banter continued as you decorated the cookies.

Holding up a snowman-shaped cookie the brown-haired forward proclaimed "Clearly, my decorating skills surpass yours."

Examining her creation, you teased, "It looks more like a blob with a hat, but nice try. I, on the other hand, am a cookie Picasso."

"Picasso, huh? I think the world needs to see this masterpiece," she said, mock gasping.

Handing her a cookie, you declared, "Instagram-worthy, right?"

Taking a bite, Grace responded, "Definitely. But I think the best part is the chef herself."

Blushing once again, you replied, "You're laying on the charm thick tonight."

"Can't help it. Christmas brings out the romantic in me," your girlfriend grinned.

You continued decorating, the kitchen filled with laughter, sweet words, and the scent of freshly baked cookies.

"This is the perfect Christmas," you sighed contentedly.

"Almost perfect. We still have mistletoe to hang," Grace said, wrapping an arm around you.

Saving the best for last, you smirked, "Wouldn't have it any other way."

And so, with cookies in hand and mistletoe above, you both enjoyed a Christmas filled with love, laughter, and a touch of holiday magic. The kitchen, now adorned with imperfect but heartfelt cookies, became a canvas of your shared joy and affection.

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mustainegf · 20 days

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Hiiiii

Can you write a smut about 80s james x fem!reader friends to lovers ?

❤️

I went a little crazy with this one cuz It’s just so cute

!! THERES SOME BUILDUP !!

Sunsets

James Hetfield

The warm breeze tickled at my nose. The soft orange hues of the setting sun painting whimsy onto our two faces. Myself, and James. My best friend.

We were laying side by side in an empty field just outside our neighborhood, we came here all the time.

We'd been close since we were young. He was always there for me when no one else would be.

But I never viewed him as more than a friend. At least until recently.

Something about the way the sun lit up his gorgeous blue eyes, the same eyes I'd been losing myself for years.

I Looked over at him, a small smile on my face. He didn't notice it though. Instead, he stared out into the orangey skies. A contemplative look on his face. He hadn't said much tonight.

Just a few words here and there. I wasn't sure what had happened, but something did. "James," I said softly.

He turned around, his bright blue eyes sparkling in the glow of the setting sun. "Hm?" He paused, not meeting my gaze.

"What's wrong?" His gaze snapped back up to mine, the first hint of fear slipping into his eyes.

"Nothing. It's nothing." He shook his head slightly and turned away from me, not looking at me again.

He was lying.

I knew that look. Iknew how his shoulders hunched up in that way when he was scared. He was hiding something from me. And that scared me.

"James, what's wrong?" I asked again. He turned back to me, his eyes glistening with tears. "I'm afraid." He whispered. "Afraid of what? What are you afraid of?" I asked, my voice soft and gentle.

I nudged closer, our shoulders pressed together now. He still wasn't saying anything. "Jamie?" I asked softly. James hated when anybody called him that, but he always let it slide with me.

"I'm afraid..." he trailed off. He turned his head over to watch me, searching for something in my eyes.

But instead, he found me staring at him. There were so many emotions flickering through those beautiful blue eyes. They danced around like sparks flying through the air. He could never hide them from me.

"I'm afraid that I might kiss you right now," his words hung quietly in the warm air of the summer evening. He what? I felt my heart stop.

No. It couldn't be. This was just his mind playing games with me. I scoffed. "You wouldn't dare." I smirked and looked down. I thought he'd just make some dumb joke and go along with me. But he didn't.

"I'm serious.' He said blankly, his eyes solemn.

"Look, I'm sorry, I knew I shouldn't have said anything. It's dumb." James sat up hastily, avoiding my gaze.

My movements were fueled purely by desire in these moments. Before James could stand to leave, my hand found his cheek.

It came as a shock to us both. "Don't leave yet," I whispered. He seemed unsure if he should stay or leave. After a long minute of silence, I spoke. "Kiss me," I whispered. I wanted this. I wanted him.

His wispy long blonde hair blew slightly in the summer breeze, his eyes reflecting a tinge of hesitation. But it didn't last long.

In a quick motion, he leaned forward and our lips met. I let out a shaky breath as our lips met. It felt so right. I always thought kissing my best friend would be weird, but this was the opposite. He held the kiss for a few moments, before he pulled back.

He had an unsure look on his face. I couldn't breathe. I had never felt more alive than in that moment.

"Jamie.." I muttered before pushing my lips back onto his. He seemed more confident now, his hands finding the sides of my face in a passion only we shared.

James was the first to pull away after a few seconds, his lips plastered with a grin.

"We shoulda done that a lot sooner." He smirked. "I know." We laid there, smiling stupidly at each other.

I laid my head back down on his shoulder and sighed, his arm still wrapped around my waist. I knew he had been waiting to do that for a while, but I had no idea he was thinking about it as much as I was.

I laid in James' familiar bed, taking in the scent. It wasn’t the first time I’d been in his bed, but it’d be the first time he’d really join me in it.

Every time I’d spend the night, he would opt out to sleep on the floor and let me have the bed, but with our newfound confessions, that had changed.

I stared at James who was across the room, pulling his shirt off. He was left in his boxers and loose sweatpants.

I knew he didn’t sleep in his sweats, but I could tell he was keeping them on in respect to me. After all, I’d only kissed him for the first time only a few hours ago.

Still lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t realized he was hovering beside me, his eyes spilling into mine.

“Hey you,” I giggled, pulling him down to a kiss.

I couldn’t stop thinking about his half exposed body this close to me. I couldn’t help but let my thoughts get increasingly lustful by the second.

I hummed softly into his touch, grazing my fingertips over the warmth of his cheek. Though James didn't break away, even as he climbed into bed, he kept our lips locked.

He had an unsure look on his face. I couldn't breathe. Ihad never felt more alive than in that moment.

Our little makeout session lasted longer than initially intended, our breathing becoming faster and our lips fighting for each other.

James snaked his arm around my, pulling my body to press against his chest. I don't think he meant to, but his distinct bulge brushed my upper thigh.

James quickly pulled away, maybe he had noticed.

"Are you sure you wanna go this far?" He asked under his breath.

I could hardly form a thought, all I could do was nod.

"I want it with you," I whispered.

His eyes searched mine, he looked nervous, I knew I looked the same. "Me too," he said softly, kissing me again. This time, he took the lead, and he was gentle.

Our bodies tangled together, until I laid flat on my back, his weight pressing against me. He trailed his fingers along my jawline, bringing me back to reality. "Your mom isn't home tonight, right?" I asked again, paranoid that we may get caught.

"I already told you, both my parents are gone for the next few days" he laughed softly, his slender hand exploring the curve of my waist.

It felt different to have someone touch me like this, especially him, but I liked it. "Mm..." I sighed softly.

James hooked his thumbs around the bottom of my thin white tank, rolling it up slowly. "Is this okay?" He checked gently.

I nodded, unable to speak. He smiled and leaned down, kissing my neck softly. "James..." I whispered, my fingers running through his long blonde hair. "Shh... it's okay." He murmured against my skin. I nodded, my eyes widening as he lifted the shirt over my head. "I've always wanted to see you like this," he whispered softly, his hands cupping my chest.

My mouth went dry, he lowered himself, kissing every inch of my torso. He pushed my bra strap down my shoulder, kissing every inch of my collarbone. "So beautiful."

I shivered at his words, my breath hitched. He made quick work of my bra, dropping it on the floor. I felt exposed, but I wasn't scared, because I trusted him.

He pushed my shirt down the rest of the way, kissing my stomach, then lower, kissing my hips.

He slowly pushed my pants off, staring at me intently. I gulped hard, my cheeks heating. "Are you okay?"

I glanced up at him. "Yeah," I whispered, still a bit nervous. "James?" I asked, I hadn't realized I'd said it until he was responding.

"Have you done this before?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to look weak.

James stared into my eyes, a continuous gaze of trust. "Um, no, I haven't," he sounded a little embarrassed. "Have you?"

I shook my head, causing him to smile faintly. His lips quickly found my neck, softly kissing the tender skin. "Then we'll go slow together," he muttered.

"Wait." I breathed out, trying to gather my thoughts. "What about protection?" I asked. He hesitated, his lips pursing together. "Shit." He shook his head. "Hold on," he said quickly, hopping up from out of bed and disappearing upstairs.

I was left alone in his bed, only in my panties. I couldn't believe we were really doing this. I Liked it.

"My brother had some in his nightstand," James giggled stupidly, getting back into bed with me.

He pressed his lips against mine and I forgot what I was thinking about. I couldn't help but wriggle my panties down my hips, dragging them dramatically down my thighs.

James swallowed as I exposed myself, his cheeks heating up.

"Yours next," I purred. I wasn't entirely sure where my newfound confidence had come from. He smirked and slowly stripped out of his clothes, tossing them to the floor. He crawled onto the bed and my breath caught in my throat. He was cut, his skin flawless, his cock thicker than I expected.

He sighed, giving it a few strokes before leaning to grab the condom from his nightstand.

He opened the foil and rolled the rubber over his length. He hovered over me, waiting for me to lift my legs. The first brush of his tip against me sent sparks flying across my nerves. I gasped, arching my back.

He leaned down, steadying himself. Our faces were inches from each other, our eyes locked in understanding. "Be gentle, Jamie," I whispered.

"Always." he mumbled, his hand reaching down to tease his cock at my entrance.

"Ready?" His breathing was all over the place.

"Yes." I panted, my body shaking slightly. He positioned himself at my entrance, pausing when he got to the tip, his thumb brushing my clit. He slowly slid inside, sending me straight to paradise.

My nails dug into his shoulders and his lips devoured mine, taking my pain away. "Are you okay?" He asked, his movements stilling.

I nodded, unable to say anything, my voice too choked up. Slowly, he started moving again, it was overwhelming. I whimpered, my nails scratching his shoulder blades.

"James!" I cried out, obsessing over the feeling of him inside of me. James growled, his head resting at my shoulder as he focused on his pumping.

I didn't think something could feel this good. "J-Jamie, please..." I begged.

His eyes connected with mine, he slowly picked up the pace. "God, you feel good.." he groaned. I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into his flesh. "Don't stop!" I moaned, my voice low and throaty.

James seemed to be coming apart, more moans falling from his desperate mouth.

"So good for me, yeah?" He grunted, pulling us together till we were in a tight embrace.

He kissed me frantically, trying to swallow every sound. He pumped into me, making sweet love.

"Yes! Yes!" I screamed as he brought me closer to climax.

Only a second later, I fell over the edge, my vision going blurry. He came right after me, both of us groaning as loud as we could in the empty house.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming.." James pleaded, his hips twitching as he came. I could feel the condom fill with warmth, James' breath slowing.

We both laid there in silence, neither of us wanting to move, even though we knew we should clean ourselves up. "You did good," James chuckled, smacking my hip playfully. "Oh shut up, Hetfield," I shut my eyes with a smile, feeling as he slipped out of my dripping hole.

We both sat in the comfortable quiet for a moment, relishing the afterglow of our sex.

"That was perfect," I exhaled, my head leaning over to watch James who now laid beside me.

He pushed his long hair out his face. He looked far more than satisfied.

"Yeah, it was. It was." I don't know how long we sat there like that. But that didn't matter. I knew there would be more nights like this to come. "Come on pretty, let's clean up," James groaned, sitting up as his pulled off the condom.

My cheeks went hot at his pet name, making my stomach flutter. Everything about this felt right.

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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A Dangerous Game Ch 5

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, smut, oh so much smut. minor brief talk of CM type cases.

The irony was not lost on you nor Emily when the next case took the team to Vegas.

“We… can’t keep doing this.” You panted between breathless kisses, whimpers and quiet moans swallowed up by Emily’s lips as she pinned you to the wall, her cock dragging across your sensitive walls, both of your naked bodies coated in a glistening layer of sweat.

“Dunno..” she panted back, wrapping one of your legs tighter around her waist and you gasped at the change in angle, “you seemed pretty enthusiastic about it earlier.”

“Fuck…” your head dropped onto her shoulder, “oh god… you’re right. Please don’t stop…”

“Yeah?” She murmured, a wicked grin on her lips, “you like that?” She swiveled her hips again and you groaned, biting down on her shoulder.

“So good.” You moaned back, your head dropping to the wall behind you, “oh fuck! Harder! Please daddy!” Emily’s free hand whipped up, clamping over your mouth, a dangerous glare in her eyes,

“Quiet princess.” She practically growled, “we can’t risk anyone hearing you. Those pretty little noises are just for daddy, understand?”

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded, your eyes begging for her to not stop and she grinned.

“That’s my good girl.” She continued thrusting into you, letting your whimpers and whines vibrate against her hand until she was sure you were going to do as told. Then it sunk south between your bodies, easily finding your clit and she started to rub it in time with the thrusts of her hips, her nose nudged at your chin, tilting your head up and she kissed down your neck until she found your pulse point, making a home there.

“Fuck…” you whispered, your pussy fluttering around the toy, your hands clawing at her skin, trying to get her even closer to you than she was already. You bit your lip as pleasure coursed through you, a stifled moan breaking into the room as you shuddered in her arms and she finally let up on your clit, kissing back up the column of your neck.

“That’s it angel… so good for daddy.” She purred, her hips slowing until she sunk deep into you one last time, her hips meeting yours and you were finally able to open your eyes again.

“Christ…” you muttered with a small laugh, your leg dropping from her waist and she chuckled, a sturdy arm wrapping around you as her cock slipped from you and she guided you to the bed.

Emily took a minute to take the strap off, washing and drying it before tucking it back into her bag. She grabbed two bottles of water from the mini bar, swiping a couple mini cups of ice cream from the freezer along with spoons and crossed back to the bed. She noticed you’d flicked the tv on, finding a mindless channel to not fully pay attention to, passing you a bottle and the snack.

“Thanks.” You murmured, cracking the bottle and taking a few sips as she slipped under the sheets with you.

“You watch this crap when you’re at home?” She asked and you laughed.

“At home I have access to every streaming service known to man, hotel tv hits different. Late night choices are pretty limited between cartoons made for adults, fox news, or police procedurals and like I need more of that after what we do for a living.”

“Oh and they’re so inaccurate.” She groaned and you hmphed over a sip of water.

“Don’t even get me started. I dated a lawyer who for some reason actually liked a couple of them and yet she’d spend the entire fucking time calling out every single reason why the case would get thrown out. It was exhausting and pointless, felt like she was trying to tell me how to do my job through episode analysis.” You pulled the lid off the ice cream, digging in with the spoon for a mouthful.

“That why you break up?” Emily asked, a hint of a tease in her voice.

“No.” You huffed a laugh as you turned to her, “big surprise… she was controlling and thought I should give up my job and move with her to California, where she would be accepting a big promotion and I was expected to take a demotion down to LAPD computer crimes unit because according to her, I suck at my job.”

You turned your attention to the ice cream in front of you, digging into it with the spoon and Emily frowned, wondering how much of this ex’s opinion still haunted you to this day, hoping that wasn’t why you had the habit of overworking yourself. She raised her hand, brushing back a piece of your mussed up hair, smoothing it behind your ear and you glanced up at her, a curious expression written across your face.

“You know that’s not true, right?” Her voice was soft, her fingers lingering on your skin and you felt your cheeks flush, “I mean, not everyone’s cut out for the FBI, much less the BAU and you’ve held your own for years, and you’re the perfect fit for this team.”

“You’re just saying that cause you watched me kick in a door earlier today and practically came on the spot.” You replied with a wicked grin and she let out an offended scoff followed by a bark of laughter.

“Oh, okay. While you may be correct…. you’re deflecting!”

“I know I am good at my job.” You chuckled, letting in to the impulse to lean in and steal a quick kiss, “which is exactly why I broke up with her. Besides, she committed a brady violation and lost her licence, so… karma…”

You let out a soft sigh, glancing down to the ice cream when you realized it was finished, dropping it to the bedside table and your eyes glazed over the clock, noticing how late it was. You slipped from underneath the sheets, moving through the room to clip your bra back on, pulling your panties up your legs.

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?” Emily asked with a chuckle and you huffed, tugging your pants on, doing a little hop to get them all the way up.

“Back to my room.” You searched around for a moment before scooping up your shirt, pulling it over your head. “Everyone’s got their own this trip, can’t risk Rossi doing an extra early wake up call to find me naked in your bed.”

“Well that’s a shame.” She smirked, “was kinda hoping for some morning sex.”

“Well…” you tugged your extra key card out of your pocket, tossing it down onto her bed, “if you’re up early enough you know where my room is.”

Emily picked up the card, flipping it through her fingers before glancing up at you, “such a wonderful place, Vegas….”

A week and a half later and the team found itself in Great Falls Montana.

There were plenty of reasons to look forward to hearing the phrase ‘wheels up’, to everyone on the team. It meant that you had a case that only the BAU could solve, that your specialty would be what closed it, that there was a reason you did what you chose to do. It meant that for the meantime, paperwork wasn’t the biggest priority of your work day. But every time Emily’s eyes would flick over to you lightning fast, watching the way your lips would curve up into a grin before vanishing and slipping back into work mode.

Because Vegas no longer had to be a physical place for the two of you, it was an unspoken way of mind.

If you were out of the DMV area, it meant you weren’t at home, you didn’t have to follow the rules. Sure, it didn’t make total sense, but it worked and neither of you were going to bring it up either way.

Great Falls meant sharing rooms in a smaller hotel and it just so happened that Emily landed with you as her bunk buddy again this trip. Obviously there was no need for the second bed, it was just for appearances at this point, Emily’s cock gliding into you from behind with ease as you did your best not to moan loudly, your fingers clutching at the bed spread.

“That’s my good girl…” She cooed, hands pulling your hips sharper to hers with each thrust until you were begging for more, wanting nothing but to see stars until the sun rose in the horizon.

The next case brought you to Maddock, North Dakota.

It wasn’t ideal, winter was in full force, every crime scene and investigation was outdoors, moving through streets and snowbanks as you attempted to discover who the unsub was. Everyone was huddled down in thick winter coats, hats and gloves, hating the fact that they could see their breath in the air with every word they spoke.

At the very least, you each had individual hotel rooms this time, meaning it was easier for you and Emily to sneak around, you’d already become masters of stealth in slipping the other your hotel room key card. So she wasn’t surprised when there was a tiny knock on her door followed by a beep and you slipped into her room, letting out a little shiver. She glanced up at you from the bed, a brow raised in your direction,

“Vegas?”

“Well..” you huffed, kicking off your shoes, “yes but also no. It’s fucking freezing in my room. I was kinda hoping yours would be better.” She frowned at the way you winced when you moved through the room, your hand shooting to your side.

“Ribs?” She asked softly, remembering the conversation you’d had back in Atlanta.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “couldn’t sleep last night cause I kept curling up to stay warm and that made it worse.”

“Well, c’mere.” She flipped open the duvet and you were quick to slip under it as she reached out to the toiletry bag on the bedside table, “extra strength?” She held the bottle out to you and you let out a happy sigh.

“You’re a godsend.” You downed a couple of pills, sipping at the water glass she’d given you before you nestled into her side.

“And your feet are fucking frozen!” She practically shrieked, attempting to shove you away from her.

“I told you it was cold!”

“Good thing I know a very good way to warm you up.” She murmured and the next thing you knew her lips were catching yours in a kiss and she was pinning you to the bed.

True to her word, the temperature was skyrocketing in her hotel room within minutes and she managed to make you come as many times as possible without getting you naked, working around your clothing, or only pulling off what was needed. When she was finally satisfied she wrapped herself around you, kicking up an extra blanket and letting you settle into the warmth of the shared body heat.

Glendale, Arizona.

There were just enough rooms that Emily was able to get her own private one this time. She was thankful, not only for whatever might happen, but that she would finally get a little bit of a break. The last couple of weeks she felt like she’d been constantly berated by questions from either the team or upper management. This way she could finish her expected work and retreat to being on her own.

Though that did not mean she was upset when she heard the beep of her hotel room lock, her eyes glancing toward it with a smirk and you basically toppled into her room, tearing off your shirt as the door fell shut behind you.

“Someone’s eager…” She teased.

“JJ’s facetiming Will, told her I was going for a run, I’ve got forty minutes max.”

You were naked by the time you’d reached her bed, your fingers tugging at her clothing until she was bare against you. There wasn’t even time for Emily to dig into her bag for the strap, hands and mouths were plenty tonight. You moved with expertise against each other, fingers sinking into warmth, curling and pumping with ease while mouths left sticky trails of kisses on the other’s skin. Moans and whimpers were the only sound in the room as you brought each other to their peak.

As much as you wanted to stay, wanted to go another infinite number of rounds, wanted to sleep curled in her embrace you knew you couldn’t. So you slipped from the covers, pulling on your clothes as you wished her goodnight and slipped from the room, hurrying back to your own, hoping you’d covered all your bases.

Miami.

Why did it have to be Florida?

Emily found herself groaning just from seeing the city’s name on the case file, but the moment the jet touched down she realized there definitely were some benefits to being in the sunshine state. Your usual business casual had been swapped out for more of a casual look, instantly pulling you hair up, keeping it off your neck and all she could focus on was wanting to trail her lips across that exposed skin. Instead of button ups you’d packed tank tops, a few with necklines daring to cross the line into inappropriate. She was on her way back from picking up dinner with JJ in time to catch you and Morgan returning from a run and just about had a conniption at the sight of you in just spandex shorts and a sports bra. You were somehow barely out of breath, your skin coated in a glimmer of sweat, the swell of your chest swaying as you laughed at something Derek said. You could feel her eyes on you, knowing that you were driving her wild and went the extra mile to stretch out a couple of muscles while the four of your chatted outside the hotel.

You’d been back in your room long enough to cool down and take a luxurious shower, throwing on a pair of loose shorts and a satin tank to sleep in and all you could think about was Emily. You knew everyone had their own rooms this trip but this case seemed to be eating at everyone a little heavier than normal and you figured that might cut into your playtime. Instead it was twenty minutes later that you heard the lock beep in the door and Emily slipped into your room.

“Vegas?” You asked cautiously and she nodded.

“After that fucking show you put on, what do you think?”

“I was thinking I was gonna have to start sending you naughty photos to get in the mood.” You teased with a laugh and Emily froze in her tracks.

“Maybe I should go back to my room.” She smirked.

“I don’t think so.” You grabbed at her hand, pulling her to you and your lips met, a sigh of relief coming from both of you as hands began to roam.

She broke the kiss to pull your shirt over your head right as your fingers snuck under the hem of her shirt, tickling up her sides until you’d pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. Her mouth immediately latched onto your chest, sucking and nipping at the tender skin, tongue flicking across your nipple and you gasped, one hand tangling into her hair while the other fumbled with her belt. When your hand managed to get into her pants you moaned at the feel of her already strapped up, fingers slipping under it to toy with her pussy. Her mouth popped off your chest and her hand closed around your wrist as she raised a brow in your direction.

“Ya know I almost feel like I should be punishing you tonight…”

“It’s not my fault the weather’s torturously hot here.”

“Kinda sounds like back talk princess.” She chuckled darkly and your eyes widened, your pussy fluttering around nothing, “are you giving me attitude?”

“No daddy.” You murmured back.

“Good.” Her fingers pinched gently at your chin, “now lie back so I can taste that pretty pussy of yours.”

You weren’t going to waste anymore time, collapsing back onto the bed while Emily tugged off your shorts, burying herself between your legs. Her mouth made home on your pussy, licking and sucking for as long as she could, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until you were absolutely trembling, cunt seizing around her fingers, juices drenching your thighs and the bedspread. Finally she slipped her cock into you, deeply and slowly beginning to fuck you as your hands scrambled on her skin, aching to feel her against you, needing to feel her lips on yours while her cock pounded into you. She made you come another three times around her cock before she finally pulled out, tossing the toy to the side and cuddling around you under the sheets.

The team ended up in Miami for another week and a half and Emily swore she only saw the inside of her own hotel room when she had to change clothes. She was starting to wonder if there was even a point in booking her own anymore considering the two of you spent any spare personal moment tangled in each other’s limbs.

You’d done everything you could to identify the unsub, worked through past clues, delivered the profile, even gone as far as finding an actual name, a work and home address. You’d exhausted everything, everywhere you looked for this guy he was constantly a step ahead of you, but still contained in the state. Eventually, Emily got a call from the Section Chief saying they were pulling the team out, they were wasting their budget right now when there were more important cases elsewhere, the local pd would just have to keep tracking the guy until they could finally pinpoint a secure location and you could be in touch.

So you packed up your things and headed to the jet to take you back home. You had originally sat down with Spencer to keep going over things, the two of you had been deepest into the case and weren’t quite ready to give it up yet. It was only at take off when Rossi insisted the two of you put a rest to it that you finally agreed, the humming of the plane lulling you into a near dreamlike state and you realized just how exhausted you were. The work days had been very late nights and very early mornings, and the time in between was spent with Emily, you didn’t exactly get a lot of sleep while in Miami. You shivered, reaching up to turn off the air jet above you and Derek tossed you his hoodie, wrapped in that warmth, you were out like a light seconds later.

From the back of the jet Emily could practically see the bags under your eyes and felt a twinge of guilt over keeping you up even later than needed the past few days. Though it felt like that was the general consensus through the entire team, everyone was exhausted and left feeling a little defeated over not actually being able to solve the case, getting pulled out didn’t happen often.

JJ placed a cup of coffee down in front of Emily, taking the seat beside her.

“Thanks.” Emily cast her a warm smile, taking a sip and letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Figured you could use it.”

“Think everyone could.” She replied quietly, most of the rest of the team was already asleep or at least trying.

“You think Wilson took this one a little too hard?” JJ asked softly, looking in your direction and Emily glanced up, looking over at you, curled up around yourself in the seat, resting against the wall of the plane.

“She’s still new, it’s her first time getting pulled out, you remember how that feels.” She raised a brow and JJ nodded with a small laugh, “think she overworks a bit to make sure we know she’s good at her job, that she’s committed and won’t give up easily.”

“She is really good at her job; you know that right?”

“Of course!” Emily protested with another laugh, “she was the best fit for the position both on paper and in the field, miles above anyone else who applied.”

“Does she know you think that? Because I think deep down she really just needs your approval.”

“What’d’ you mean?” She raised an eyebrow in the direction of the blonde who let out a soft sigh.

“Not to overshare, but she’s an only child, dad really wanted a boy, they never really got along because of it, fought a lot until he booted her out on her own right as she graduated. He’s a sheriff down in Clearwater and wanted the typical manly man to follow in his footsteps. So she decided to go big and work her way up to the FBI, either show him up or attempt to make him proud.”

“I didn’t realize…” She glanced back up at you again.

“It’s not exactly like it’s a fun topic to bring up at parties.” JJ laughed, “and you guys have this like, weird complete opposite of teacher’s pet thing going on. You basically avoid each other completely in the office despite working flawlessly and wordlessly together in the field. It’s not like you have to be her best friend, or even like her, just give her a ‘good work’, buy her a coffee once in a while and she’ll be fine.”

“I—” Emily began to protest, scrambling to find the right words, “was just letting her get her feet under her, it’s a big transfer to the BAU.”

“And we’re supposed to give them a warm welcome.” JJ chuckled, squeezing at Emily’s knee, “don’t cold shoulder her out within her first year.”

“Even if I wanted to, she’s tougher than that.” She did her best not to stare, though you were asleep, and it made sense to be looking your way while talking about you. “besides, she’s getting along perfectly with the team, I can just be her boss for a little while longer until she’s fully settled in.”

“Hmm.” JJ replied over the rim of her coffee as she took a sip, glancing between the other members of the team. She knew you were fitting in, she just also knew Emily could definitely be a bit intimidating to people that either didn’t know her or were new, especially as a superior, even if she was the softest underneath all that. A few minutes of silence passed before Emily spoke again, her voice quiet under the noise of the jet.

“Her dad really kick her out?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You know why?”

“Nope.” JJ replied with a sigh, “she didn’t mention anything past that. Considering Clearwater I’m guessing teen pregnancy or a coming out gone wrong.”

“She doesn’t have any kids…”

“She is great with them though.” She replied, clapping the other woman on the arm, “thank you for hiring the best babysitter I’ve ever had.” JJ chuckled, standing from her seat, gesturing to Emily’s coffee cup, “you want a refill?” Em glanced at her watch,

“Yeah, may as well, it’s a short flight, not much time left to try and sleep.”

As the blonde disappeared Emily’s mind got to wandering, she hadn’t realized your game of keep away had worked a little too well. And it wasn’t like you weren’t allowed to be friends, you didn’t have to shy away from those kind of situations at work. JJ was right, you were still both relatively casual with each other when you weren’t in the DC area, but you’d put this boundary in that things couldn’t happen at home. It appeared neither of you had realized that it had extended outside your bedroom shenanigans.

So as JJ took her seat beside her and the plane started its decent, she made a mental note to be more open and friendly going forward, if you kept going with this whole hot and cold thing someone would likely pick up on things sooner rather than later and you both wanted to avoid that. She also made the mental note to make sure you weren’t taking any case files from Miami home with you, to remind you this was in local pd’s hands now, they’d call when they needed the assist. You already did splendid work, and more than enough of it, she’d make sure that you knew how appreciative and satisfied she was with the way you were doing your job.

In a completely and totally professional way of course.

Until another Vegas opportunity presented itself. Then all amounts of professionalism were off the table.

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jensensfanfic · 1 year

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can you do prompt 71 with ellie williams 💘

WHISKEY FOR A SONG

pairing: ellie x fem!reader

prompt: “God, I love you.”

warnings: reader is a potty mouth and a ho*ny b, homophobia – just one person being a dickhead :), also a nice lil makeout sesh,

a/n: so, this is one of those fics that got away from me. it was meant to go one way but kept drifting. anyway, i hope you like it. ++ reblogs are so helpful 💖

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Ellie finishes her song with a final strum of the guitar and a shy smile. She blows out a breath and then rests her chin on the wooden instrument, staring at nothing in particular on the ground. She then turns to look at you, her fingernails tapping in staccato on the body of the guitar, and she tilts her head a little. "So?"

"It was gorgeous." You whisper, eyes sparkling with admiration. "You're gorgeous."

"Yeah, right." She snorts, turning away and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. When she turns back, you can still see a hint of the blush she was clearly trying to hide from you. "You have to say that, you're my..."

"Girlfriend?" You grin. "I wouldn't lie to you, you know. Besides, we made that deal like a month ago, before we were even dating."

"Right. You share the biscuits and whiskey you found, and I play you a song." She chuckles.

"That was it."

"Well, the deal is done." Ellie picks up her guitar and rests it against the wall of the house. Facing you again, she asks, "So what now? Should we go have dinner?"

"Hm, nah. I have a better idea. Since you played for me so beautifully..." You push her back by the shoulders so that she's fully resting in against the bench. Swinging one leg over both of hers, you sit so that you're straddling her.

"Oh?" Ellie's surprised brow quirk last mere seconds, immediately replaced by intrigue and need as she grasps your waist. "Maybe I'll play for you more then."

"Please do." You take her face in your hands and rest your forehead against hers. "I mean it, Els. You're so good."

"Sure." Her eyes fall shut as she smiles to herself, her hands running up and down your back slowly, sending goosebumps along your skin. "Anything for you."

You smirk and then force Ellie's eyes to meet yours for a moment before crashing your lips together. Your fingers find their way into her hair as you try to get as close as you possibly can, wanting to feel all of her against you.

Ellie's own hands travel down to your demin-clad butt, giving each cheek a squeeze. You moan and gasp at the delicious feeling of her groping hands that cause a stirring in your stomach. Your mouth is slightly open as she palms you, and she uses the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

"El..." You sigh.

You kiss Ellie back with just as much - if not more enthusiasm, your body starting to heat up and writhe against her. You pull back from her lips, eyes flashing as you voice your eagerness via a husky, "Mm! You're so..."

"What?"

"Fuckin' hot. Just..." You slap your hands over hers on your ass and move them around, adding more pressure. "Keep doing that."

"Whatever you want." Ellie laughs, amused and a little smug, but it is cut off when you dive back in, kissing her again. You leave a few gentle nips on your path along her jaw to her neck, where you start working a bruise into her skin.

A little whimper escapes as Ellie's hands cease their fondling. You are about to protest when you feel her hands slide around to the front of your jeans. She pulls away enough to be able to nudge your cheek with her nose, grabbing your attention.

"Can I?" She asks, her eyes flicking down to where her fingertips are ghosting along the slither of exposed skin above your pants.

"Yeah... fuck, yes, do it."

Ellie smiles, and you expect to hear the familiar sound of your zippper being opened, but instead, an unfamilar voice dampens the passionate moment between you.

"Get a goddamn room! Fuckin' disgusting." The man yells.

Startled, your head snaps in the direction of the voice, finding it easily and frowning. You've never seen this man before. He's standing stockstill watching the both of you, a cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth. He takes a pull of it and then blows out the smoke before continuing his abuse.

"You gotta be all gross right out here, make us watch."

"Hey." Ellie, knowing you all too well, grips your arms when you move to stand up. "Babe, don't. Just ignore the asshole."

"Fuck, no." You push her hands away and stand up, facing the guy. "What is this prick even doing here? Huh?"

"Listen, bitch, I came out for a smoke, not a fuckin' show."

"Dude." You shoot him a menacing smile. "You need to fuck the fuck off, and when you get there fuck off again."

The man spits on the ground and then heads off, muttering something inaudible under his breath.

"Okay, Els, don't go giving me any shit about ignoring fuckers like that. I didn't go over there and break his nose, so, I'd say I was pretty..." You slowly turn around and find Ellie sitting with her legs wide, a hungry look in her eyes. "...chill."

"I can't lie, that was hot." Ellie pats her legs and juts her chin. "God, I love you."

"Oh, yeah?" Your anger is completely forgotten. You saunter back over to your girlfriend, straddling her once more, and link your hands against the back of her neck. "Does me yelling at ignorant twats..." You press your groin into hers, forcing a little 'ah' from Ellie. "turn you on?" You finish.

"Hm, maybe." Ellie grips your hips and ruts up against you again and again. Your lips meet in a frenzy of teeth, tongues, and gentle nips, as once more, her fingertips brush your stomach and then fall to your zip. "Now, where were we before that rude interruption."

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#my writing #mine #millerswritings #millerswritings/millerstation #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams smut #(sort of)#tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #tw homophobia

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Autumn Blues

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x fem!Reader feat. Ella

Summary: Loki spends some precious time with his newborn daughter.

Warnings: none, I'd say... This is pure fluff!

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: This just a fluffly, lil' oneshot, kinda based on the pictures of Tom, taking a walk with his baby. 🥰 Why not letting Loki take a walk with baby Ella? 🙃🧡

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Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

"Darling?" Loki entered the apartment he shared with you on quiet feet, pulling off his shoes. "I'm back!" He called out in a hushed tone, in case Ella was sleeping. "Living room, babe!" Your voice echoed back, but in a normal volume; giving Loki the hint that his baby daughter must be awake. The god went to the kitchen first, placed the few groceries he got on the counter, before moving on to the living room. Both, you and him still had to learn a few things; being only parents for a little over a month now - namely to buy enough nappies. That was the reason Loki had to go to the next supermarket today.

Entering the living room, Loki immediately started to smile. Ella was indeed awake, currently in your arms, quenching her hunger. "Somebody's hungry, I see?" His blue eyes shone bright, watching his wife breastfeed his daughter. A sight he would probably never tire of. It was so wholesome and intimate. A special moment every time.

You nodded. "Uh.Huh. Not even ten minutes after you were gone, she started to complain - and I was just on the verge of dozing off." Loki furrowed his eyebrows in compassion, "Ohh, I'm sorry, love." and made his way over to press a kiss on your forehead, before sitting down on the sofa beside you. "It's okay, babe. I mean... We chose this life, didn't we?" You said with a soft giggle, stroking Ella's tiny, chubby cheek with your free hand. "And I wouldn't trade it for anything in this life." Loki answered, still with a smile, cuddling close to you. His big hand went to cover yours, which rested on the baby girl's tummy; his wedding ring twinkling in the ray of sunshine. "Me neither."

It was a beautiful day today. Utterly cold, but sunny and with a clear blue sky. No single cloud in sight. This, and the fact that you barely had any sleep last night and today, gave Loki an idea... "What if I take Ella outside for a while? I can take her on a walk, so that you can get a bit sleep, love. How does that sound?" He asked, lovingly nudging your cheek with his nose. Your lips curved into a smile. "Heavenly." A sweet laugh urged to your ears, before you felt Loki's lips press to your cheek. "In that case, my queen, I am happily obliging and take our princess on a walk." The god stood up then, moving to take the tiny girl out of your arms. Ella was looking up at her dad almost deliriously; totally content and tummy filled to the brim. He giggled and pressed a kiss on her small head; then leaned down to bestow a kiss upon your lips. "Rest, darling. Sleep for a while. I'll be back later." You nodded, already laying down on the sofa and getting comfortable. "Love you, babe." "I love you, too." He was on the verge of turning around to leave, when you stopped him in his tracks. "Make sure to dress her warm enough! It's cold outside." He smiled, nodding. "I know, love." You smiled as well and cuddled into the blanket, closing your eyes, as you heard Loki's steps fading. Sure, Ella had some Frost Giant genes within her, but nevertheless... She was just an infant.

On quiet feet carried Loki the already half-asleep Ella into her nursery and laid her down on the wooden changing table with the pink blanket on top. "Let's change you into something much warmer, princess." The god started with a smile, pulling off her tiny socks, to replace them with a pair of warmer socks. "Not that your tiny toes get frozen." He tickled her small foot softly with his pointer finger, causing Ella to yank her feet away from his touch. A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. "My apologies, baby girl. I just couldn't resist." He leaned down to kiss her chubby cheek - as a redemption, then continued to getting her bundled up.

Once he was finished, Ella was barely able to move. A protesting whine left her small lips, but Loki quickly shushed her, cradling her in his arm again. "I know, I know, but daddy doesn't want you to get cold - or even sick. As your mama always says... Better be safe than sorry." Ella seemed to accept her father's reasoning, looking up to him with sleepy eyes, cooing. "There you go." Loki whispered, and tiptoed down the hallway. He took a last, quick look on your sleeping self on the sofa, before he headed towards the main door. Gently, Loki placed Ella in her pram, tucking her in and getting dressed himself. He slipped in his black boots and pea coat, tied his untamed raven curls into a bun and left the apartment, closing the door quietly behind himself and Ella. "Let's go on a little walk, sweetheart."

The god made his way down the long corridor, rounding the corner and heading for the elevator. It opened with a ding and revealed a completely sweaty and dishevelled Natasha, who was clearly on her way 'home' from the gym, which was located a few floors above yours and Loki's apartment. "Natasha." Loki greeted the Russian beauty with a nod and a small smile, joining her in the elevator. "Loki." The redhead greeted him back, smiling as well. The metal doors closed shut. "Going for a walk?" Natasha asked, nodding towards the pram, and crossing her arms over her chest, as she leaned casually against the metal walls. "Yes. Giving Y/N a little break and time to get some sleep." "How gentlemanly of you." Natasha snickered, teasing him a bit. Through you, Loki and Natasha definitively became some sort of... friends. "Was there a time I've not been a gentleman, Romanoff?" "Well..." Natasha drawled, wanting to speak further, but got interrupted by a sweet coo, coming undoubtedly from inside the pram. "See? Ella is on my side." Loki stated, smiling proudly. Nat scoffed, shaking her head. "I don't think so. She's on my side, right Ella?" The Russian spy stepped over and peaked inside the pram. "Hiii, Ella! You're with auntie Nat on this, aren't you?" Ella loved Natasha, and therefore, it wasn't a wonder, that she started to smile, when her blue eyes fell on the Widow. "See? That seems quite clear to me." Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes, before he sighed dramatically, looking down at Ella as well. "Did you just stab daddy in the back, huh?" "Like father, like daughter, eh?" Loki just wanted to answer something, as the elevator came to an halt with another ding. The doors opened and Natasha stepped out. "Have a nice walk." With those words, the red-haired woman disappeared around the corner with a smirk. Loki just shook his head in amusement, before continuing his journey.

Finally arrived on the main floor, he made a beeline to the main entrance of the Avengers tower, passing by Bruce and Tony on his way. They were looking at some papers, discussing something. They looked up to face him, when his steps got closer. "Stark, Banner." Loki greeted them with a short nod, although passing them by quickly. He had no intentions in talking to them now. "Loki," said Bruce, while Tony went with 'Reindeer Games' - as per usual. The two men's eyes followed him as he left the building, pushing the pram. "It's still very strange to see Loki pushing around a stroller, isn't it?" Piped up Bruce, facing Tony. The billionaire nodded, crossing his arms. "Reindeer Games being a father? Weirdest thing ever, and yet here he is." Tony answered, pausing for a moment. "Honestly? I never ever thought someone would make a guy like him a dad, but well..." A boyish smile crept up Bruce's face. "Well, Y/N felt quite different about this." "And I'll never understand her."

The cold, autumn breeze hit Loki immediately, as soon as he stepped out of the doors. Not that it bothered him. He was a Frost Giant after all. So, he walked with Ella through some quieter streets of New York, enjoying the cold, but sunny day. Ella loved it as well, without a doubt. It was also a great way to lull the already tired girl to sleep. By the time they were back at the compound, she was sleeping like a rock - like Loki noticed with a smile. The sun had already started to set, when he stepped through the door of the apartment. Quietly, he took Ella to the nursery, peeled her out of a few layers of clothing and tiptoed a room further. Yours and his bedroom. He gently tucked her in her crib and pressed a lingering kiss on her head, feeling her tiny, soft curls grazing his lips. "Sleep tight, princess. I love you." With a last look at his daughter, he tiptoed down the hall and into the living room. You hadn't moved an inch, still peacefully sleeping on the sofa. Loki smiled and stripped himself off his hoodie and jeans, before he joined you. He slipped behind you on the sofa, wrapping his arm around you and pressing your body against his warm, comforting chest. "Lokes?" You mumbled, still halfway asleep. "Shh, my love. Go back to sleep." "Mhhh." You smiled and cuddled closer to your husband. Home. It was home.

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x female reader

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cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond · 10 months

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Indiana Jones x Fem!Reader and the Nocturnal Activities

Since you guys reacted so positively to the last one, I thought i'd lean more into writing more about our beloved Indiana!

Indiana Jones is quite the man - he's dedicated, academic and passionate about his work as both an archaeologist and a professor, but this impacts his sleep schedule, which in turn impacts how he functions throughout the day.

You've started to realize that recently, Indy's became a little more snappy, the bags under his eyes gradually growing more defined as he spends more and more time locked away in his office. It's worrying, but Indy's utterly swamped since he was gracious enough to be allow late work to be graded for up to 75% of the original grade. Many of the slackers (which was usually almost all of them) in his classes accept the offer as they were either too busy sleeping or ogling their professor to get the tasks done...

"Indiana?"

You softly push the door leading into his office open. It's 9:20 PM on a crisp spring Saturday. You're already dolled up for bed - dressed in a silky nightgown, a fluffy robe straight out of the dryer and a pair of slippers that are lined with cotton. Indiana turns his gaze towards you, giving you a weary smile as you set a mug of chamomile with lemon next to the stack of assignments on his desk.

"It's getting late, I think you should wrap it up for the night, start again tomorrow. Here's some tea to help calm your nerves and wind you down for the evening."

"It's appreciated, Y/N," Indiana yawns, stretching his arms above his head as he works out the kinks in his back. "Just.. one more assignment and i'll be in bed."

"You promise?"

"I swear on it, cross my heart, Y/N." He swiftly swipes his finger tips over his breast bone in a 'X' shape, giving you a reaffirming smile. Your mouth softly grazes his own, before locking in a warm kiss. There was something so alluring about his lips.. how soft they were, but the slight stubble and scarring he had gave them a unique sensation that made each kiss feel so unique compared to the last.

As you slowly part from your beloved, taking in the minty taste of his breath, he comes to admire your movements as you creep back outside of his office, closing the door with a gentle tug.

However, Indiana seems to quickly forget his promise. You watch the bedside analog clock in the warm glow of your nightstand lamp. Soon it's 9:30... then 9:40... then 9:50. When 10:00 rolls around, you sigh and crawl out from beneath the cool sheets of your queen bed, walking down the hall with a pep in your step.

"Indiana. You need to go to-" When you nudge the door open and attempt to give him a light scolding, all you see is his form hunched over the desk, head pressed against the stack of papers with a bit of drool starting to leak into the introductory paragraph of someone's essay. One of his arms dangles freely while his hand limply clutches a red pen in between the index and thumb.

"Oh Indy.."

You shrug the sleeves of your robe off, coming to drape them over his lax shoulders and tuck it around his body as he sleeps deeply with a gentle snore creeping from his lips. The archaeologist really doesn't seem to know when to stop with his work, but you can't fault him for not wanting to be swamped with these assignments - which you had to nudge out from under his chin so he wouldn't keep slobbering on them in his slumber.

As you turn out the light and press press your tender lips against his temple, your noses catches the smell of the fresh, woodsy cologne he likes to dab on himself for the day, as well as the crisp hint of his cedar-scented shampoo. A tender smile crawls onto your face as you gaze upon the snoozing archaeologist, smoothing back his hair with the stroke of your palm.

"Sweet dreams, Indiana."

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americancowgirl19 · 2 years

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Leather, Handcuffs, and Silicone

Summary: It’s been a while but it’s high time you and your boys have a night to play together

Warnings: sex, slight degradation, mommy kink, sub Steve, sub Eddie, mommy dom ready, humping, vibrator, spanking, slight leather kink, gagging, threesome sex, slight insecurities, threesome sex, pegging, aftercare

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader x Steve Harrington

Word Count: 3278

A/n: Let me know if you enjoy this!

Masterlist

The sight in front of you is truly magnificent. You couldn’t look away if you wanted to, and fuck you never wanted to even blink. Your eyes bounced from the slut laying handcuffed on the bed to the whore kneeling naked on the ground. You were indeed a lucky woman.

Your eyes lock with the kneeling whore, your bratty Eddie. There’s still a hint of smugness in him but those big brown eyes are starting to become desperate as he hears your shared lover, your beautiful darling Stevie’s unabashed moans coupled with seeing your body, sculpted by the gods he would say, covered in leather tight enough that it looks painted on your skin.

It’s been over two weeks since you’ve had play time with your two boys, something you deeply regretted. With college back in session, work, and bar gigs picking up it was hard to get all three of you together. You were pulling all the stops tonight. You had just bought this suit and loved the reaction the two of them had when seeing you in it the first time.

Normally you would wear either something lacey or a mixture of leather and lace; the color of your outfits were typically black, but you bought this pair of pants and corset in your favorite color (unless your fav color is black then you stuck with your normality). The fit accented your curves and did wonders for your breasts. You couldn’t help but to accompany the outfit with a princess style necklace, the jewels displayed proudly across your chest.

When your boys walked through the door and saw you, they were practically drooling. Eddie had gotten on his knees by your feet before Steve could even think to move hoping for a quick taste, but you simply grabbed his chin, holding his gaze with yours, and instructed them both to the bedroom. What they didn’t know was that you had caught them playing with each other last night when you got home from study group. You didn’t interrupt them, pleasuring yourself to their little show, and decided that you’d correct their behavior tonight.

When you joined them in the bedroom, they were both waiting for you, naked and on their knees. You left Eddie to bumble and beg by the door while you tied Steve to the bed. You ignored Eddie, which simply encouraged him to keep talking, and placed a cock ring around Steve’s shaft and balls.

“You’re my good boy, aren’t you Stevie?” You whisper, dragging the tips of your fingers up and down his cock before massaging the tip.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Steve nods, watching you eagerly. You hum, applying more pressure while bending over him. His eyes bounce from your face to your breasts down to your hand around his dick. He whines, struggling not to thrust into your grip.

“And good boys listen, don’t they?” You add softly nudging your nose against his bringing Steve’s gaze up to yours.

“Of course,” He pants. You grin giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“And they don’t lie,” You continue, your lips brushing against his ear. He groans deeply when your squeeze the base of his cock. You lean back suddenly and take your hand off of him.

“Y/n,” Steve whines.

“Have you and Eddie been naughty?” You ask. Steve’s eyes instantly go to Eddie, and you just know your kneeling whore is trying to silently tell Steve to keep his fucking mouth shut. “You can tell mommy anything, you know that right?” You whisper, dragging your fingers along his jawline, gently turning his head away from Eddie. He whines, feeling conflicted. To help persuade him you rub his chest and move down the bed, so your lips are hovering over his dick.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispers, watching you knowing Steve is going to fold like a deck of cards. Hell, he would if the positions were switch so he can’t be mad... but he is nervous.

“Have you and Eddie been playing without me?” You ask, keeping your eyes on him but your lips press kisses along his happy trail.

“Eermm... Mommy,” Steve whines slipping slowly into headspace the more you play with him... and the nights only begun.

“Tell me, baby...” You whisper, biting his hip. Steve whines again, glancing at Eddie but the whore is staring at you, watching you kiss Steve’s inner thighs. Only when you begin on the love bites does he finally give in and confess.

“Fucking sell out,” Eddie grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Hush,” You snap, looking at him. Eddie’s mouth slams shut for a moment. “I’ll get to you in a minute,”

“I’ll be waiting, sweet cheeks,” Eddie smirks, winking at you. You blood begins to boil as you give him a stern look. He just rests back on his ankles and watches you.

“Thank you for telling me, sweet pea,” You whisper, kissing Steve’s cheek. “Now just lay there... and you’ll be my good boy again soon enough,” you say, climbing off the bed.

“Wait... will be?” Steve asks, watching you get something from the closet.

“Well... it wasn’t just Eddie playing around last night, was it?” You ask, giving him a small smile. Steve pouts, huffing. Eddie snickers. “Let’s open you up, sweetheart,”

You worked Steve open, cooing when he whines and whimpers. You lube his hole and your vibrator up before working the dildo into his ass. You whisper praises and continue easing it in.

“Such a good boy,” You mutter, kissing his cheek before climbing off of him leaving the vibrating cock in his ass and the ring around his dick. “Now you,” You nearly growl, marching over to Eddie. You grab his chin and force him to look at you. “You don’t get to watch him,” You snap. “I want you kneeling with your back to the bed,” You order.

When he moved you quickly put some padding down for his knees. You wanted him sexually uncomfortable, not painfully uncomfortable.

“Wider,” You whisper, kicking his knees further apart. “And head down, I don’t want you looking at me either,” Eddie pouts, looking down.

“We were just having some fun,” Eddie grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, shut up, will you?” You shoot back, walking toward the closet again to grab the ball gag. You make him look up at you. He opens his mouth, and you secure it round him. “There, much better,” You state, backing up until you find the plush chair in the corner.

There. You’re all caught up.

You were indeed a lucky woman. To have Eddie kneeling widely on the ground, his hard cock proudly on display, becoming harder the longer he looks at you and the more he listens to Steve. You watch him salivate around his gag, his once smug gaze becoming more and more desperate.

“Mommy... mommy please,” Steve begs, rubbing his ass into the mattress but barely finding any type of release. “I’ll be your good boy, promise,”

“Just a bit longer sweetheart,” You promise, standing from the chair and moving over to your kneeling whore. You can’t help but to run a hand through those curls he loves so much. He tilts his head back, looking at you with hazy eyes. “And what to do with you...” You hum, feeling the urge to spank his ass or edge him for the rest of the night... but he enjoys both of those way too much. You smirk deviously as an idea hits you. “Why don’t you take a seat in your special chair, hmm?”

Eddie stands and sit on the backless stool. You lock his ankles to the legs and tie his hands behind his back. You press your breasts between his shoulder blades moving his hair to one side to kiss his neck. He instantly tilts his head, whining for attention.

“I’m gonna go take care of our boy Stevie,” You whisper in his ear. “Look at him, baby... Doesn’t he look beautiful right now?” Eddie nods, desperate for a piece of either of you. “Sit tight,” You mutter, patting his head. Eddie groans leaning towards you, but you continue to walk away.

“Mommy... Mommy...” Steve whisper, rolling his head from side to side, his lower half twitching.

“Right here, baby boy,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. “Close, yet?”

“Uh huh,” Steve nods, looking at you with puppy eyes. “Please...” he whispers.

“I don’t know yet, love... you played without me,” You pouted. “Did you not want to wait for me to come home?” You wonder teasingly.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” He whines. “I want you to play with me, but it’s been so long,” He continues, moaning loudly when his body shift the dildo in his ass into a new position. “... and Eddie was home,” He whispers, a pang of hurt hits your chest but you ignore it and focus on what he said.

“Oh, really?” You whisper, rubbing his chest. Your hands close in around his nipples, rolling and massaging them.

“Oh, fu-please mommy,” Steve begs.

“Did you come on to Eddie?” You ask. “Be a good boy and tell me the truth, sweetheart,”

“... yes,” Steve whispers. “I’m sorry mommy. Please, I’m sorry. Please let me cum, I wanna cum so badly!”

“Not yet,” You snip, pulling the dildo from his ass taking away the vibrating sensation. He whines loudly, close to throwing a fit but he controls himself. You shush him and set the dildo off to the side. You unlock the hand cuffs and pull his wrists towards you - they were slightly red from his pulling. “You alright, baby?” You ask. He hums nodding. “I’m gonna need more than that sweetheart,” You whisper, before kissing his wrists.

“I’m alright, mommy,” He assures, blushing slightly. You smile at him and pull him up to sit. You couldn’t help but to kiss his cheek before sitting beside him.

“Come on baby, you know what to do,” You whisper.

“Mommy,” Steve whispers, looking fairly reluctant.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get it over with, yes?” You ask softly. He sighs, starting into your eyes for a moment before laying himself across your lap. “Atta boy,” You whisper, dragging your nails down his back. Your eyes flicker to Eddie, whose quite literally on the edge of his seat. “I want you to count them, alright sweetheart?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve whispers. You whisper a good boy to him before caressing his ass. When you lift your hand and bring it down sharply, he hisses but begins the count. Your eyes flicker from Eddie and Steve’s reddening ass, both were beautiful sights.

“Fif-fifteen,” Steve whimpers.

“Good boy,” You praise. “Such a good boy for mommy.”

You help him sit up and smile when you see a few tears have slipped down his face. You gently wipe away his tears and ease his face towards you. His forehead rests on yours.

“Such a good boy,” You repeat before rewarding him with a kiss. “Relax for a minute, alright?” You whisper, he nods resting his head against your shoulder. You smile threading your fingers through his hair before easing him away and standing up, ignoring his whines.

Eddie’s eyes follow you, his breathing a little heavy and his eyes giving you silent begs. You knew there was nothing he hated more than being left out. He hated having to watch you and Steve play, he hated being ignored.

“Ready to be good, now?” You ask. He nods, his curls bouncing with the movement. You smile, taking the gag off his mouth and rubbing the soreness away. “Wanna make Steve cum?”

“Yes, mommy,” Eddie whispers, quietly. You kiss his forehead and untie him. Eddie stands, instantly walking over to Steve. You sit in your chair again watching Eddie lay Steve down and kiss him.

You watch Eddie’s hand go to Steve’s cock. Eddie pulls from the kiss and glances at you while running his finger over the cock ring.

“Go ahead and take it off, love,” You nod, giving your permission to him. He eases the ring off Steve’s cock before taking the thick length down his throat.

“Oh, fuck, Eds,” Steve’s back arches off the bed. It didn’t take long for Eddie to push Steve over the edge, and you smiled proudly as you watched him not waste a drop of Steve’s cum. When Eddie lifts off Steve’s cock he goes in for another kiss before sitting back to let Steve lay there in bliss and recover.

“Mommy, can you touch me please?” Eddie whisper, looking at you desperately.

“How?” You ask him simply. Eddie blushes as he thinks about all the things he wants you to do to him. You stand up and saunter over to him, Eddie’s eyes drink in your body. “What do you want, sweetheart?” You ask, lifting his chin. He rests his head heavily in your hand.

“Can you peg me?” He whispers. You smirk widely.

“You ask so nicely,” You kiss his nose and return to get your strap on. Eddie keeps his eyes glued on you, Steve now watching as well, as you get ready. “Now, who want to suck my cock?” You ask, watching them scramble off the bed to kneel in front of you again.

Eddie gets to your cock first, taking it as enthusiastically as he did to Steve. Steve watches him, his arms wrapping around your leg. You gather Eddie’s massive hair into your hand while resting your other one on Steve’s head.

Soon, they begin to take turn sucking your silicone cock. You could feel your cunt practically dripping at the sight of them. Your eyes look down to your lower leg when you feel Steve begin to hump into it. He pulls away from the cock and kisses your leather covered hip

“My desperate, babies,” You whisper. Eddie’s eyes look up while deep throating your cock. “So beautiful you two are, kneeling at my feet, soaking up every bit of my attention... How should I fuck, Eddie?” You ask Steve.

“However, you want,” Steve whispers.

“That’s a good boy,” You pat his hat. “Go stand in front of the mirror, Eddie,” The whore does as told and Steve stays at your feet. “Why don’t you go repay the favor?” You whisper. Steve stands and walks in front of Eddie.

You walk behind Eddie and watch Steve kiss Eddie’s collar bone down between his pecs, over his stomach and to his cock. Eddie leans back against you, opting to watch Steve than look in the mirror. Your flamboyant whore turning shy, let’s see how long that lasts.

“Prep or no?” You whisper. Preparation is the one thing you always give them a choice on, no matter the situation. Eddie’s head rolls over to you.

“Take me, please,” He whispers, kissing your jaw.

“Watch,” You whisper, grabbing his ass and spreading it. His eyes flicker to the mirror. You watch through the mirror as well as you ease the cock inside of him. You look down and see Steve, completely bear, kneeling and sucking Eddie off. When you begin to thrust in and out you hear Steve gag and try to find a rhythm.

Your fingers go through Eddie’s hair, gripping it tightly and pulling it forcing him to keep his head back against your shoulder. Eddie moans and pants.

“Have nothing to say now, do you? Too cock drunk, aren’t you?” You laugh at him. “How does it feel getting fucked by mommy’s cock? Huh?”

“Ye-yes, mo-mommy,” He stutters.

“Steve, off,” You order. Steve whines but sits back on his heels, then you lay into Eddie, fucking his brains out. “Wanna cum all over his pretty face?” You ask. Eddie nods quickly. “Well, then... what are you waiting for?” You ask. Eddie whines feeling himself get closer and closer... “I’m waiting...” You mutter. Eddies groans, reaching back to grip your hips, trying to encourage you to go harder. “Can’t do it? Poor baby... Can’t do anything on his own can you?’ You mutter, wrapping one of your hands around his cock and jerking him off until he’s cumming all over Steve’s face.

You continue to pump in and out of him slowly, letting him ride it out longer before pulling away. You help Eddie onto the bed, he knees going weak for a moment.

“Stevie, come lay on the bed, I’ll grab a towel,” Steve stands up and lays down beside Eddie. You step back and take off the strap on and slip out of the room for a moment. You grab a towel and some waters before coming back into the room.

You kneel beside Steve and gently wipe him clean. You kiss him softly before handing him a water. You then grab the lotion you keep on the beside table and gently rub his wrists and roll him over to rub his ass.

“Eddie, sweetheart, do you need lotion?” You ask, brushing some of his hair out of his face. Eddie huffs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down between him and Steve. You smile feeling Steve instantly cuddling into you from behind.

“Just you, mommy,” Eddie whisper, rubbing his head against yours.

“Mommy, needs to cum,” Steve whispers, rubbing his hand over your luscious curves.

“Mommy’s alright, sweetheart,” You promise, turning your head to kiss his.

“Nu-uh,” Eddie shakes his head, rolling you onto your back and climbing on top of you. Before you can say anything, he’s kissing you, the force of it pushing your head into the pillow. “You get a treat too,” He mumbles against your lips.

“I’ve already gotten my treat, love,” You whisper, caressing his cheek. “Let’s just relax,” You insist. Eddie shares a look with Steve.

“How long have we known each other?” Steve asks, you look over at him.

“Since high school...” You whisper. Steve hums, kissing your forehead.

“So, we know when something’s wrong,” He whispers. “You know we always take care of each other during this... You’ve been avoiding your pleasure,”

“Do you honestly think that?” You ask. “That I don’t get pleasure fucking your ass?” You ask, looking at Eddie. “Or smacking yours?” You wonder, looking at Steve. “I’ve had my pleasure,”

“You know that’s not what we’re talking about, lovie,” Eddie says. “Why won’t you let us touch you?” He asks, slipping his hand between your legs. You breathe in deeply as he rubs you through the leather.

“You’re not punishing yourself, are you?” Steve asks.

“I haven’t been around to take care of you when you needed it,” You whisper. “It’s not what a good partner does. Tonight, was me making it up to you two not about focusing on me,”

“Mommy’s feeling bad, isn’t she?” Eddie whispers, pressing hard kisses over your leather so that you could feel where his lips were. “Even though it isn’t her fault,”

“We’ve all been busy, it’s nobody’s fault we haven’t been together for a little bit,” Steve says, caressing your head.

“But I promised-”

“We all promised each other,” Steve interrupts. “And we haven’t been taking care of you either, have we?” He asks.

“Looks like you’re not the only one that has making up to do,” Eddie gives you a wicked grin. “Can we undress you mommy?” He asks. You stare at him for a moment before nodding. Eddie grins like a kid on Christmas and the two of them help you out of your suit until you’re bear to them.

Unsurprisingly, they both go for your tits. You moan the instant you feel this lips, tongue and teeth attend do your nipples. Eddies hand goes back between your legs.

“Can I play with you, mommy?” Eddie asks, caressing your thighs but desperate to touch your cunt.

“Yes, baby, go ahead,” You breathe out. Eddie shoots you a grin, keeping his eyes on you as he runs his fingers up and down your slit, brushing against your clit. Your moan is silenced but Steve’s desperate kiss. Eddie takes the chance to slip a finger inside. You gasp against Steve’s lips. Steve grins kissing around your mouth and to your neck.

“Can I fuck you, mommy?” Steve asks.

“No, I want to,” Eddie instantly argues. “I’m the one working her,” He snips.

“Yeah, well I’m thick-”

“Boys,” You scold. The silence themselves and look at you. “Eddie, I want your mouth down there not your hands anymore,” you say sternly. Eddie is only too willing to go down between your legs. You spread them open for him and sigh when he begins.

“Steve, if you’re so desperate to fuck something, fuck Eddie,” you tell him. Eddie moans into your cunt, putting his knees under him to lift his ass for Steve. Steve grins moving to kneel behind him.

Eddie forces your legs further apart. You cry out when his tongue works wonders on you. You pant and watch Steve thrust into Eddie, the man between your leg rocks forward and groans.

“Oh fuck, you boys are so good... Such good boys,” You whisper. “Yes, add another finger sweetheart... Work me open for you,” You mutter, encouraging Eddie. “Gonna make me cum, sweetheart?”

“Can I, mommy?” Eddie asks and you nod quickly. He grins diving back down and begins to abuse that special spot inside your pussy until your legs are shaking and you’re crying out. “Ah, fuck, Stevie,” Eddie groans, rocking above you to Steve’s thrusts. “I-I’m gonna cum,”

“Do that and you won’t get to fuck me,” you say quickly. Eddie’s eyes widen and he instantly whines. “Did I say you couldn’t come in?” You ask, smirking when Eddie moves closer and angles himself before thrusting in. Eddie stays there while Steve continues to fuck him. A moment late Steve pauses and Eddie begins to not only fuck you but fuck himself on Steve’s cock. “Yes, baby, just like that,” You pant.

“Can I cum, mommy?” Steve asks, sounding like he’s struggling to hold himself back.

“Can I?” Eddie asks quickly after.

“Yes, yes, cum inside of him, Steve, and cum inside of me, Eddie, sweetheart,” You whisper. The two of them cum around the same times and you follow suit. They both collapse on you, and you welcome the weight for a few moments before they both roll off. “It’s one of your turns to get a towel,” You pant and they both chuckle.

“And who said we were done?” Eddie pants, looking at you. Your head rolls to him and then to Steve, who’s giving you a lazy grin.

“You two are insatiable,” You laugh.

#Steddie #eddie munson #steddie x reader #steddie x y/n #steddie x you #steddie x female!reader #Female reader #female!reader #x fem!reader #steve harrington #stranger things

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malicedragoness · 28 days

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"Us Against The World"

The long awaited bj one shot that I've been working on and off since October.

This became more than intended and I absolutely love how it turned out. There's plot, their relationship dynamic, and of course some smut. What originally started out as a 1700 word skeleton turned into a 2600 word fic that I'm extremely proud of! I haven't written anything this long in awhile. It feels good to know I can still accomplish something like this.

And expect more Havik and Cori content! I love these two and will continue to write for them. Let me know if you have questions about them.

Thank you to the lovely @brittlecakes92 for beta reading and listening to me complain about my writing. And for smacking me around when I needed it!

#84 ‘Make-Up’ on my lover100 prompt table

Word count: 2,650

MK story tag list: @bihanspookies

Warnings: N/S/F/W, oral sex (male receiving), body horror at the end (It's Havik. But its not the naughty thing you're thinking!)

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“Let me take care of you.” Cori reached up to touch his face.

“No!” Havik flinched away from her gentle touch, backing up against a tree. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch my face.”

The last thing he wants is for his little thief to be repulsed by his burnt flesh. He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing the disgust on her face. Not from her. Anyone but his Life’s Blood.

His heart jumped in his throat when soft, delicate hands forced him to look at her. Havik tried to back away, but she held him close, placing her forehead against his. He forgot how insistent and stubborn she could be.

“This face will always be dear to me.” She murmured, her thumbs caressing his cheekbones. “It doesn’t matter what you look like. If this is what makes you happy, then don’t change it. But please,” her voice held a hint of desperation, begging him to understand, “don’t pull away from me.”

Havik let out a shaky breath. A lump had formed in his throat as warmth spread throughout his chest.

How could she still say these things? After everything he’s done. The people he’s killed. The asshole sorcerers he willingly helped to build literal machines to steal souls. Amongst all the other questionable shit he did for months to help Quan Chi.

Why did she come back to him? Why didn’t she stay away when he forced her to leave?

“You shouldn’t want me, Cori. You deserve someone better.” His massive hands tangled in her inky black locks, holding her to him, breathing in her scent through his mangled nose.

She deserves so much more than what he can give her. A better man that can give her anything she asks for.

And yet, his blood boiled at the mere thought of another man touching her.

“But I can’t let you go.” Despite his burning hatred of wanting to confine this tempting creature to him, he didn’t have the willpower to see her walk away. “Not again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Cori whispered, nudging her nose against his exposed cartilage. Half lidded eyes never leaving his. “Let me take your mind off of everything. Let me show you how much I need you.”

Her warm tongue peeked out to trace a line against his lower teeth, asking for entrance. Tentatively, Havik’s tongue met hers, allowing her to pull him into the warm cavern of her mouth, and gave him a gentle suck. He closed his eyes and let out a low, gravely sigh. She tasted so sweet.

Their tongues swirled together in a slow sensual dance, savoring the way the other tasted. One of his hands pulled her in by her waist, pressing her soft curves against his scarred chest. While his other hand gripped her hair to tilt her head back, giving him more room to press his teeth against her lips and explore her sweet mouth, drinking in her sighs.

Everything about her was intoxicating. The way she kissed him always took his breath away. Even with his past partners, they never elicited such feelings. The world drowns out around them into muffled noise. The only coherent sound is the beating of his heart, and the beautiful sighs he consumes from her.

Fuck, he missed her. He missed every inch of her. He won’t make that same mistake again.

Havik broke the kiss to capture her plump bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling the soft, pliant flesh. One massive hand greedily roamed her body, as if making up for the time they’ve lost, feeling every familiar dip and curve.

Cori let out a surprised gasp when Havik bit down on her lip. A dark growl escaped his throat at the taste of copper that stained his tongue. He lapped it up with renewed fervor, mentally cursing himself for the pathetic moans he let out.

The taste of her blood was like a drug! Stirring his cock to life and pressing it against her stomach.

Why did she have to be so irresistible?

Havik released her swollen lip, when Cori pushed him against the tree, letting out a sharp exhale of breath. The air around them charged with electricity and the heat of their rising desire.

“I said,” Cori started, an edge to her words, hand holding him by the neck and his clothed cock. “I’ll make you feel good.”

Havik gave a dark chuckle, his jaw clicking together, when he caught that devious spark in her eyes that he adored. Oh, his sweet little thief.

The dark haired beauty trailed open mouth kisses from his jaw to his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth. His hips twitched unbidden at all the lovely sensations she’s causing. Wet kisses travel down his neck, pausing every now and then to nip his scarred flesh.

“Harder.” Havik demanded in a gruff voice. He hates how he sounds. So pathetic and needy. Only his goddess of chaos could do that to him. Make him feel so wanted. So alive.

A delicate hand fisted into his dark locks and forcibly pulled his head to the side. A shiver ran down his spine as Cori sank her teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Havik gritted his teeth and let out a guttural growl. The pain sent a jolt of pleasure to his stiffening cock.

“Is that what you want?” She grunted through her teeth. Those lovely lips sucking a bruise into his flesh. Her hands yanking on his hair and rubbing his cock, stoking the fire that’s settling deep in his pelvis.

“Yes!” Havik whimpered as she pulled back and left another delicious bite in his neck. She gave him another and another, until she left him covered in purple bruises and a sheen of saliva.

She pulled back to admire her handiwork that he wouldn’t dream of healing from his body. The pain she inflicts on him would be displayed proudly and unabashedly.

Her lips trailed kisses down his massive chest, leaving behind a trail of heat in its wake, and continuing her sweet onslaught to his nipples. Sucking one of his dusky peaks into her mouth while she pinched and rubbed the other. Havik’s hands tangled in her raven hair, letting out gruff sighs.

Being completely lost in the pleasurable sensations, Havik didn’t feel her make quick work of his belt, until his leather faulds and purple cloth slumped to the floor. The discarded weight made him feel lighter and more vulnerable. He chuckled.

The hands of a thief.

Her kisses continued down his toned abdomen and through his pubic hair, leaving feather light caresses over his toned body. Once on her knees, she pulled his pants down far enough for his thick cock to spring out, the cool night air making him involuntarily twitch.

His cock was thick enough to where her fingertips couldn’t touch when she encircled him at the base. Darker than the rest of his skin with a big bulbous tip. Three veins run along the sides, blood continuously pulsing through them, giving it an angry appearance. And heavy balls hanging below, filled with a vicious need for her.

To others, he is a monster with an ugly cock. But to the beautiful creature in front of him, he’s perfect.

Cori gently glided her fingers down his shaft with a feather light touch, sending a shiver down his spine. A deep groan formed in his chest when her hand grasped him more firmly at the base of his shaft and stroked him to his weeping tip. The fire that gathered in his loins slowly built up with each stroke of his cock.

“Oh, I’ve missed doing this.” Cori purred. The thief glanced up at him through her lashes and smirked, as he watched her in anticipation. Smooth, velvety tongue licked him from base to tip at an agonizingly slow pace. Laving her tongue over his smooth hardness to cover every inch of him in her saliva.

“So beautiful.” Havik hunched over her short form, casting a menacing shadow. His large calloused hands framed her face, pushing her hair out of the way.

Mischievous green eyes held his gaze as her tongue darted out, teasing his slit with kitten licks and tasting the milky precum. Before enveloping him in her hot mouth, giving him a hard suck.

Deep, gravely groans escaped his throat. He could never contain his noises, less so now that his lips and cheeks were gone. There wasn’t any point in holding back now. That sinfully sweet mouth felt so good!

The wet, velvety walls of her cheeks hollowed around his throbbing cock, slowly taking him in inch by inch, getting further each time. His thick girth stretched the corners of her mouth. Her hand moved with her mouth, covering the delicious inches she couldn’t fit, and her free hand massaging his heavy sack.

“I just want to fuck a hole through your throat.” Havik growled. The heat building up in his loins got tighter with each bob of her head. His hands gripped her hair tighter, rubbing the silky locks between his fingers.

How did he get so lucky to have a woman so devoted, so loving, as her?

Everyone always saw the scary hulking figure littered with scars. Someone unworthy of all the beautiful, free things life has to offer.

Only she saw the real him. The only one who even tried to look passed his scars.

Cori released his hardened length with a wet pop, and licked a stripe down the underside to his sack.

“Ah, fuck!” Havik tilted his head back. One of his balls was engulfed into her warm mouth, her tongue curling around it as far as it could, sucking greedily.

The throaty moans she let out vibrated against his sensitive skin. She alternated between each of his balls. Taking her time sucking and licking, until saliva drenched both his sack and her face.

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of him. Havik couldn’t help the strained sighs escaping his throat. The sloppy mess she’s making of his cock is getting him harder. Needier.

Then he felt her hand lift his sack and her tongue traveled southwards. Havik let out a surprised groan and jumped when he felt her tongue tickle his puckered hole. He wrenched her back by the hair to find a coy smirk beaming at him. If he didn’t stop her, he was going to blow his load like a prepubescent boy!

Havik peered at her with glazed over eyes, adoration mixed with pleasure, and saliva dripping from his open maw.

“Open your mouth.”

Cori stuck out her tongue to catch a drip of his spit.

A shudder ran down his spine. Why does she have to be so damn tempting?

With a breathy growl, he plunged his cock into her greedy mouth, making her sputter at the sudden fullness.

“You feel so fucking good.” His thrusts were rough and deep. Each one hitting the back of her throat, eliciting a gag.

Soft hands, that are used to cracking open safes and the walls around his dead heart, desperately held onto his hips.

“Just wanna pump you full of my cum ‘til you drown in it.” His throat hoarse from the ragged growls leaving his destroyed maw. He never means the vulgar things he says during their stolen moments of intimacy. But fuck, he needed to get it out!

The air was filled with ragged breaths and gagging noises as Havik thrust down her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to keep up with his brutal demand for release.

“Why do you make me want you? Why can’t I live without you?” He snarled between heavy pants. The ball of heat was getting tighter in his pelvis, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would release.

He can’t peel his eyes away from her face. That gorgeous face he got used to seeing when he woke up and went to sleep. Watching every emotion cross her face. The adoring smiles she sent his way. The cocky smirks when she rushed head first into a heist. The angered sneers when someone pisses her off. Even the way she cries was a sight to behold.

His heart clenched.

“I need you.” He moaned pathetically.

Half lidded green eyes chanced a look at him with something akin to adoration and need. One of her skillful hands massaged his balls, while she swallowed around his tip.

That was all it took for the damn to break. Havik’s body shuddered, a primal growl erupting from deep in his chest. His balls clenched tightly as he released rope after rope of white cum down her throat, Cori sputtered and gagged, trying to drink in every drop she could. Every nerve ending in his body came alive and tingled with a pleasurable electricity as he rode out his release.

He collapsed against the tree, panting heavily from the euphoric exertion, his now soft cock slipping from her mouth. His body felt boneless from the blessed ecstasy she brought him as his knees buckled under him and slid down the rough bark.

Havik felt his heart slamming in his ribcage as his body slowly worked on coming down its intense high, his breaths coming out hot and heavy. After a few moments, he cracked open his eyes to see himself face to face with his sensual little thief.

Her inky black hair was a disheveled mess. Eyelashes clumped together from the tears that ran down her face and stained her cheeks. Some of his seed managed to drip down her chin, mixing in with her saliva as she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“Beautiful.” Havik breathed out. She was an absolute mess. But he loved it.

Cori let out a chuckle and gave him a captivating smile. “I’m sure I look like a disaster.”

He reached up and jabbed his hands into his chest, blood splattering over his arms and abdomen. The sickening noise of muscle being ripped apart and bones crunching together, as he pried open his ribcage to reveal his beating heart.

The raven haired beauty watched him, entranced by the beating muscle. The steady thump, thump, thump of his heart was the only noise that could be heard in the silent night air. Slowly, she moved closer, almost as if being drawn in by the rhythmic sound.

“Touch it.” Havik murmurs, barely above a whisper.

In the time that he’s known her, he’s never seen her hands waver. Always so confident and cock sure under pressure, her hands completely steady when she picks locks and disarms traps.

And yet, as she raised a tentative hand towards his open chest, he watched it tremble uncontrollably. Havik reaches over, his hand dwarfing her own, and guides it towards his heart. It beats faster when she gingerly brushes against it, thrumming with excitement.

“You see what you do to me?” Havik moans as Cori gently touches it again, not removing her hand this time. The look of pure affection and tenderness in her gaze made his breath hitch in his throat. “Do you see how much I need you? No one else has made me feel these..things. These..emotions.”

Loving green eyes turned to him, his heart thumping wildly in her hand.

“Cori.” He whispered, voice full of longing. “Life’s Blood.”

“Havik.” Tears beaded her eyes. She leaned her forehead against his, still holding his heart.

“I know you can’t forgive me for what I’ve done. But I can’t…I can’t let you go. Not again.” Why is he crying?

Her hand gently caresses his mangled cheekbone, forcing him to look in her eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m with you, through all of this.” She reassured him. “It’s us against the world, baby.”

“Us against the world.”

#mk character x oc #OC: Cori Graye #Cori Graye #Cori Graye X Havik #lover100 prompts #n/s/f/w #n/s/f/t #mk havik x oc #havik x oc #ship: life’s blood

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turnerchic · 2 years

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CRYING LIGHTNING

summary- you cant sleep due to the thunder outside so you and Alex use the time wisely

warnings : smut

y/n pov

it was around 2 in the morning, the house was quit but outside it sounded like there was a flood from how heavy the rain pour was, hitting against the window it had been going on like this for around 1hour and a little more.

you were not getting to sleep anytime soon. rolling over to your side to a sleeping Alex tutting at the sight, he can sleep through anything and here you are. you pulled your body closer to home cuddling into his side, causing him to shift

"y/n..?" he groaned

"did i wake you?" you asked lifting your head from his bicep

"no the- noise outside woke me up more" his fingers rubbing circles into your back

"i cant sleep Alex" you huffed

"mmm anything i can do to help" he dragged out in a tone that made you instantly realise what his brain was thinking

patting his chest "Alex.." laughing

"what why not use our time wisely hmm?" he said kissing you while rolling you onto your back

automatically kissing him back grabbing at his naked arms, shoulders and back tilting your head to the side

he started to leave a trail of wet kisses along your jaw to your neck

causing you to hum out

"Alex stop teasing" laughing, gripping the hair at the back of his neck

he laughed biting down on your neck causing you to squirm

his hand trailing down your stomach to the waistband of your panties

lifting your hips up

"Alex..please"

bringing your own hand to his to push it under the waistband out of frustration

he quickly stopped you, kissing you again

"we've got all night love" he said smirking

continuing to kiss along your neck, surely bruising it

his hand slipped into your panties, and your legs instantly opening as wide as you could

"god y/n...you really want it" he said hinting at your embarrassing amount of wetness

his fingers doing slow circles into your clit

you were laid, spread out for him to do whatever he wanted your legs jolting lightly

"yeah you just lay back y/n.." shutting your eyes

as he lowered himself down, he pulled your panties off

his fingers teasing before his tongue started to work on you slowly

fingers instantly knotted into his hair

moaning out chants of his name

he sucked,flicked,vibrated his tongue on your clit and made sure you were shaking

his tongue went into your entrance, causing you to cry out

he tongue fucked you merciless

his nose nudging against your nerves

his hands gripped at your thighs keeping them parted as he worked on your cunt

you were gushing against his tongue

his got faster on your clit, tilting his head for better access

he was doing number 8's, he was going back to sucking , flicking

giving it his all

you tears of the side of your face, if the noise outside didn't draw out your screams you were surely getting a letter from an angry neighbour tomorrow

"Alex- i'm going t-" he shushed you

"shh just do it darling"

as his tongue circled,sucked one last time you feel apart

your legs shaking and trembling around him as he continued to work until you came down from your high

ams when you did, panting and sweating your fingers in his hair and your eyes half shut

he placed a kiss to your clit and came back up to you kissing you

instantly kissing him back

and when you both pulled back he could tell he had worn you out

"someone's tired huh?" laughing

"you've worn me out alex"

"good-" kissing your cheek

"ill pay you and..that tongue back in the morning" smirking at him

"breakfast in bed" he winked

not proofread and requests open.

#alex turner fanfic #alexturner #arcticmonkeys #alex turner smut #alex turner fluff #alex turner x reader

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javierpinme · 2 years

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A Holiday Inn

Pairing: Zach Wellison x f!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Rating: Explicit (Anyone under 18 years old, go away)

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up but fiction), so much fluff it’s sickening, cursing, praise kink, lingerie, did I mention sickeningly sweet fluff?

Summary: Set following the events of Inn Over Your Head with a sweet and spicy Christmas update.

A/N: This was originally part of my outline when writing IOYH but it didn’t fit with the timeline so I kept it in hopes that I’ll write it. I think it can technically be read as a standalone.

Inn Over Your Head Masterlist:

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The peals of laughter and murmuring conversations die down as the stairs creak from guests retreating to their room. Some of them are parents reassuring their kids that Santa will still be able to find them during the night.

You can’t help but ruminate on how much has changed within the last year, how cared for you feel with the man you can now admit you love more than anything, laughter filling the once empty halls.

Your thoughts are interrupted when forearms hardened by physical labor circle around your waist and pull you closer to his chest, a deep inhale, exhale vibrating against your back before you turn around in his arms—his warmth to run your hands up until you get to your destination. Your nails scratch his scalp and it does exactly what you intended, his eyes fluttering from your impromptu massage, putty in your hands.

Your eyes flicker to the pajamas that match yours, your idea when you were shopping together, telling him how sexy he would look in the white henley and checkered bottoms. He pretended to grumble about it, but the smile he tried to hide didn’t escape your attention.

A tradition you had always wanted to do with a significant other and was always shot down, but-

Not Zach. Never Zach.

Curling your fingers deeper to grip more on the curls, you nudge your nose against his and press a soft kiss to his lips inviting him to deepen it. He tastes like hot chocolate with a hint of the peppermint schnapps you poured into his mug earlier and the cookies you had been adamant about him not eating. Your scold backed by the kids of the guests that there would be consequences, imaginative as they were.

You grasp the opportunity for indulgence—in each other with pressing of lips and tongues gliding against another. The distant change of ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas’ along with a faint humming from the turntable you purchased at an estate sale to the scent of ginger, allspice, and cinnamon permeating the room.

His eager lips chase yours when you pull away, indulging him a little longer until you ultimately separate so he can see. The warm glow from the tree lights accentuate the swell of your breasts as delicate red lace begins to peek through with button after button being undone under Zach’s gaze.

A range of emotions pass through his face and an amused huff comes out of you when he finally settles on one—desire. He pulls you behind the lit tree to cover you from any potential prying eyes when his brain catches up with where you’re at.

“What are you-what if-sweetheart-”

His voice was spluttering, but his body relied on muscle memory caging you in against the wall, his attention never breaking in the movement from your chest. “You’re trouble.”

“Calling me trouble when you haven’t even unwrapped your present yet. Risky business.”

Pride fills your chest at the responding groan from him, biting your lip to hide your amusement when he adjusts his pants to hide the obvious erection.

“I can’t decide whether to be annoyed or wanna take you right against this wall.”

Your pussy clenches around nothing at the growl of his voice dropping an octave and the idea of being taken against the wall. You trace your fingers on the outline of his cock, your exploring causing him to twitch from under your hands when he pulls your wrist away and throws on his snow boots haphazardly.

"Think you can make it in just this?" He gives you a once over, nodding when he reaches an unknown conclusion.

"This? What do-” Your stomach flips over on itself when he wraps his arm around your middle and lifts you over his shoulder, carrying you out the door to your small but cozy home within the property, your own snow boots abandoned at the front entrance of the inn.

It’s a short distance between properties but it doesn’t stop the cold from seeping into your bones, freezing through even your thickest pair of socks.

The second building was renovated after agreeing you needed the additional rooms for guests. You had resigned yourself into thinking the tub he gifted you would stay in the inn, but-

“Absolutely not. You’re getting that tub.”

Determined as he was the very next day a couple friends and him hauled that tub back downstairs and installed it into your now permanent home.

He pretended it was for your benefit but you knew better than that—knew he craved the feeling of your water-slicked skin pressed against his chest and the kiss of soothing lavender perfuming the bathroom just as much as you did, if not more.

It was second nature knowing when he was carrying the weight of his past from the tension of his brows, the downward turn of his lips, thoughts swirling around that didn't belong there.

It's on those days that you don't feel the need to fill the silence. Instead, choosing to strip him bare and coax him to sit between your thighs. Taking extra care to wash away any physical and emotional ailments that are plaguing him with your soft hands and whispering praises while kissing any bit of skin within reach from your position.

Until he was on the cusp of being lulled to sleep from the comfort you always brought him.

Until he felt safe.

A rush of heated air is a welcome feeling after being in the bitter cold when Zach opens the front door and slams it so the cold air doesn’t come in, the bells on the wreath jingling from the commotion. He kicks off his snow boots when he plops you back onto even ground. The scent of pine fills your nose from the real tree you had gotten together a couple weeks ago.

A tradition in his family until he went into the marines—before anything spiraled into what it was. You had surprised him with a trip to a tree farm intent to merge both of your traditions along with the added bonus of then chopping down your selected tree.

Admittedly, that was more for you.

A shiver travels up your spine when he bends down to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you into his arms. He tightens his hold when you squirm and whine about easing up on his back after carrying you a distance already.

"Are you trying to call me old?"

"Well, I mean if we're talking about this I have noticed-"

Whatever thought had come to mind had disappeared, a delighted squeal and soft moan following its place comes out when his teeth dig into where your shoulder meets your neck, soothing the pinch with his tongue.

You feel more than see the grin widening against your skin, wrapping your arms around his neck and he resumes his path to your shared bedroom.

"Old, huh?” He cooed and you felt his hot breath against your ear, releasing a soft gasp when he pinches your earlobe between his teeth.

“I'll show you an old man."

The dangerous tone of his voice would have intimidated anyone that didn't know the man behind it. The voice you're convinced could coax orgasms without even laying a finger to the hands that bring you immeasurable amounts of pleasure.

Depositing you on the cotton sheets, Zach circles your lower back and pushes you further up the bed until your head rests on the pillow. He pours all the passion and hunger into his kisses—his devotion to you, nibbling your bottom lip between his teeth until the blood rushes to your swollen lips.

“Let’s see what we’ve got under here.”

Calloused hands smooth under the hem of your shirt to pull off the article of clothing, pausing in his pursuit temporarily when he catches the lace underneath in all its glory. A curse under his breath and his eyes meet yours, the pupils almost disappearing beneath the swirling lust.

He places open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking on the spot that throbs under his attention and wraps his mouth around your clothed nipple, swirling his tongue until the lace is soaked from his saliva. He pinches the nipple hidden by fabric and places a wet kiss on your sternum before paying the same devotion to your other one.

His lips meet yours again in a bruising kiss and speaks huskily against your lips. “Fuck. You look so pretty for me like this. Always so sexy.”

Your fingers curl around the short hairs on the back of his neck, swallowing his moan when you pull. “Y-You haven’t even seen the rest of it.”

Zach hovers above you and grabs your leg to pull off your fuzzy sock covered with penguins, but instead of your bare feet he’s greeted with black sheer nylon—raising his eyebrow in your direction when he switches to your other leg to do the same.

A mischievous smile spreads on your cheeks when his hands go to the waistband of your bottoms, pausing when he sees the matching lace suspender belt and panties. “Told you.”

“Oh, fuck. For me?” Even after all this time as if it could be for anyone else.

Never anyone else. Just him.

You realize you said that last part out loud when he responds with a curse and a groan that borders on almost painful if it weren’t for what you were doing.

He curls his hands around the elastic band of your bottoms and you beg for him to reveal what you’ve done for him. “Please. Please. Let me show you how much.”

You don’t need to finish your sentence for him to know what you mean.

He presses soft kisses along every expanse of skin made available to him as he finally reveals you, so beautiful spilling out of his lips as he worships you. His work hardened hands smooth up your calves, squeezing gently when he reaches the apex of your thighs.

Tears forming in the corner of your eyes blur your vision from his affections, whispers of I love you spilling out of his mouth as he pulls your jaw open with his thumb and index finger to pour more love into you, his tongue gliding seamlessly with yours.

Hooking your leg around him, your nails dig into his shoulder blades to flip him over in a straddle. The look of awe he gives keeping you warm from the leftover chill when he shifts back leaning against the headboard and runs his hands up your thighs, his fingers smoothing under the nylon and playing with the garter that connects it.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes, Wellison.”

He huffs in amusement and sheds himself of his white henley, lifting his hips up so you can remove his pants and boxers, his socks joining when he kicks the materials off. You wrap your hand around his cock and pump in slow strokes, your thumb circling the head until a pearl of pre-come dribbles out.

Silently thanking that the piece came with crotchless panties, you notch his cock at your entrance and slowly sink down—sliding in easily to the hilt from your arousal—his moan matches yours when your pussy flutters around him from your clit sliding against his abdomen.

One of his hands circle around your hip while the other slides up your spine, digging crescent moon shapes you'll wear with pride tomorrow. He squeezes your hip and bounces you up and down his cock, the movement hits your clit just right, a loud moan spilling out when your thrusts meet his.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet, sweetheart. I know how hard that is for you.”

You clench around his cock when you notice his shit-eating grin and a loud moan croaks out from below, cheekily smiling at how thoroughly undone he looks under you.

“Fuck. Don’t. You always—god you feel so fucking goo-”

You clench around him again and the room turns upside down when he pulls out and rolls you underneath him, a laugh bubbling out of you in the rapid turn of direction.

“Like I said.” He inches his cock back to the hilt and your mouth forms a silent O from the stretch, your brows pinching from the pleasure. “Trouble.”

“Please—oh god—you feel so perfect inside me.”

Your throat chokes on a moan when he thrusts, the sounds echoing in your bedroom wet and obscene. A soft gasp spills out when his cock hits that spot within your walls, the corner of his mouth lifting when he focuses in on it, groaning when more of your arousal soaks him.

He grabs the back of your knee to pull it up higher, the new angle allowing him to thrust even deeper—he kisses your lips and with his free hand intertwines your fingers with his, pressing your joined hands to the sheets.

He presses wet kisses on your throat and sucks on your pulse point. “Look so pretty like this. Always taking care of me. Want to make you feel good. ”

Your hips buck to meet his thrusts, keening under his praise and he releases your hand to thumb your clit in slow circles.

“You always—shit—always make me feel good.”

A tightness builds higher and higher in your abdomen until you fall over the edge—clenching around him and his hips stutter in the rush to release.

“Shit. You always get so fucking t-tight when you come.”

You cup his cheeks and press your forehead against his, beads of sweat forming on his hairline and you press a soft kiss to his lips—wanting to watch the way his eyebrows pull together, the way his mouth gapes open in awe before burying his face into your neck spilling inside you with a throaty moan.

He takes his time to soothe every bruise blooming on your skin, stroking your cheeks with the back of his hand and praising how you always make him feel good too.

He presses his full weight onto you, his cock softening inside but you don’t mind it, your legs tangle with his and the tips of your fingers trace the line of his spine. “I love you. After everything, I didn’t think I would ever have this.”

“I love you too, Zach. You have me.”

You kiss anywhere you can under his comforting weight and a satisfied smile forms on your face. "You never unwrapped your present."

"That's what the next round is for." He seals his lips against yours, deepening it until he breaks away.

"Give me 15 minutes. I'll unwrap you."

“What’s my present?”

You pout when he shakes his head, rejecting your inquiry and you remind him that it is technically Christmas morning. He shakes his head again and pulls you close until you feel the warmth of his chest pressing against your back, kissing the back of your head.

“Sleep. We have an early day.”

What you couldn’t have known was that the little velveted box sitting in his coat pocket was your present.

How he enlisted the help of Kit and a few of your mutual friends to watch the inn for a couple hours.

How during the early morning before the sun rises, amongst the evergreen trees and dusts of white dotting your eyelashes he was going to give you something.

A promise.

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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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Movie Night

Movie night

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: It’s friday night, or more commonly known as movie night for the Avengers. A horror movie was put on and Y/N isn’t feeling so brave, luckily she’s got a Romanoff nearby.

Warnings: coulrophobia (fear of clowns), mentions of the IT movie and pennywise.

Word Count: 2.5k

Идиоты. - ‘Idiots.’

Requests are open!

“I vote action movie”

“We watched an Action movie last week, Sam.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, briefly looking up and meeting my eyes, earning a small smile in return, attempting to provide some sanity for the man.

“Plus, do you not think we’ve had enough action for one week?” Bucky grumbled, this week having taken a toll on everyone. We were all exhausted from our missions, some more than others, the soldier being one of them.

“Okay okay, no action, damn” Sam put his hands up in defeat, accepting that he wasn’t going to win this one. A few more options had been suggested, Bruce suggested rom-com, Thor suggested comedy, Vision proposed a documentary, all of which were shut down with groans and sounds of protest.

I turned to my assassin girlfriend who had been sitting beside me watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk on her face, her green eyes darting around the room whenever someone else spoke and taking sips of the drink she had in her hand. I nudged her slightly to get her attention

“Hey.”

“Hi”

“If it was up to you, what would you choose for movie night?” I asked. She morphed her face into a thoughtful one, still with a slight smile on her face, taking time to make her decision.

“If it was completely up to me? I would-”

“Aha!” Tony interrupted with a loud snap of his fingers. “I know, we haven’t watched a horror movie in a while, and the new IT movie just came out, we can watch that” He smirked, proud of his contribution to the discussion at hand. I looked around the room, praying that they would pick anything else, literally anything, even Vision’s documentary.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be really into it as they all shared nod’s and “yeah” “sounds good” before splitting up to go and get their snacks and blankets to bring back to the large sofa.

Although I wouldn't admit it to the rest of the group, I was absolutely terrified of clowns and have been since I was a child. If there was a clown at a birthday party or an event, I’d pretend I was sick so that my mum wouldn’t make me go. She soon noticed a pattern in my behaviour, putting the pieces together and realising that I hadn't come down with the flu three times that month, I was avoiding the ‘entertainment’ of the parties.

She tried explaining that it was just a guy in makeup and a funny suit, showing off fun tricks and jokes. However, 9 year old me still refused to attend, faking a sneeze and hiding under the blanket.

“Woah, Y/L/N, you good over there?” Tony furrowed his brows, concern written all over his face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I wish it was a ghost.

I regained my composure, nodding and sending a firm smile his way, hoping that would be enough to prevent any further questioning. With a shrug, he made his way out of the room and caught up with Thor to explain what ‘IT’ was.

“You don’t look so good, sure you’re okay?” Nat placed her hand on my back, rubbing small, reassuring circles with her palm. I wanted to put on a brave face and tell her I was fine, that there wasn’t a problem and my heart wasn’t racing with fear, but the look on her face, while caring and concerned, was also warning me not to lie to her. Not that i’d manage anyway, she always had ways of finding out the truth eventually.

I shook my head, letting out a small sigh and turning in my seat to address her. My eyes met hers and I felt my heart settle slightly just by looking at her, she always made me feel safe.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” She whispered, her hand coming up to rest on my cheek, her thumb stroking my cheekbone in small movements.

“It’s so silly, really.”

“Nothing is silly if it’s upsetting you Detka. Tell me.”

“It’s this movie.”

The confusion was obvious on her face, yet she stayed quiet, allowing me to elaborate.

“I just, I’ve never been the best with clowns. Ever since I was a child, I’ve had this fear of them. If I saw one, I’d run in the opposite direction, which was more often than one would think. I mean, seriously, who wants one of those things at a party? What happened to princess parties? Or tea parties!” I exclaimed, my tone becoming more intense as I spoke.

Natasha nodded, I could almost see the cogs turning in her head, figuring out how to approach the situation. After a minute or two, she focused her eyes back on me and her hands had trailed down to meet with mine, interlocking them in the process.

“Do you want to skip it tonight?” She suggested.

“No, no, I don’t want to cause a fuss. Plus, I kinda don’t want the others knowing.”

“Are you absolutely sure? I’m sure we can pull a sickie for one night.”

“I’m sure. Just, can you stay next to me? And let me hide if it gets really bad?”

“Of course you can. I’ll be next to you the whole time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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We were at the haunted house scene in the movie. There had already been jumpscares that I'd managed to avoid for the most part, but I don’t think I've moved past Georgie’s death yet, let alone have time to process the psycho killer clown on the screen.

Eddie was in a room alone, he was staring at this dirty, old fridge and a white hand had appeared, curling itself around and tapping on the side so you could only see it’s fingers. I tugged the blanket that was laid across Natasha and i’s laps and pulled it up to my nose, eyes still on the screen, but prepared to take cover. It appears as though nothing has changed from all those years ago.

As the fridge door creaked open, my blanket had raised higher and higher, my grip tightening by the second while the hand reappeared, this time, you could see it’s entire body contorted into this small space.

“Nope. No, absolutely fucking not. No.” I mumbled, covering my eyes with my fluffy shield. Luckily, Nat had stolen the sofa at the back, meaning I could skip the scary parts without anyone taking much notice, them being too entranced by the movie. Weirdo’s.

In my safety bubble I'd created, I felt my girlfriend’s hand on my thigh, rubbing small circles to reassure me that I was okay, and that she was here. I shuffled a little so I was closer to her, if that was even possible, her then adjusting so that her hand was still on my thigh, but another arm was wrapped securely around me, pulling me into her side a little more.

I assumed we would stay like that for a bit, until she started to shift more noticeably and lifted the part of the blanket closest to her, and put it over her own head, taking me by surprise, a faint gasp leaving my lips when seeing that she’d joined me.

“You doing okay under here?” She spoke softly, a hint of amusement playing on her face as she looked at me folded up into a ball.

“I am. This blanket protects me from all.”

“Of course it does, the fluffier it is, the more protection, right?” She quoted words i’d spoken earlier on when bringing in the blanket for us.

“Are you sure you’re not going to boil under there?”

“Nope. And even if I do, the fluffier the blanket, the more protection from cannibal clowns.” I’d explained proudly. Yes, I'm an Avenger that fights extraterrestrials and demigods and still runs to a blanket for safety, leave me alone.

We stayed under there for a minute or two, holding hands and sharing small kisses while the movie continued and we hid in our little bubble.

“C’mon lovebirds, the movie isn’t over yet, you can continue that when we’ve gone to bed if you must.” Stark called out, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and retreat back to her previous position.

I don’t know what ran through my mind, I clearly didn’t think twice about the situation I was in, my default being to follow Natasha and pull the blanket down and off my head. Upon resurfacing from my cocoon, I looked towards the Television. Bad idea. With a shriek that I'm almost certain could be heard from Asgard, I flew under the blanket again after seeing Pennywise with all of his teeth on show, edging towards Eddie to eat him.

Natasha’s arms wound their way around me again, slightly shaking now from the fright. Even though the blanket tended to muffle sounds, I could hear the room fill with laughter and comments from the Avengers.

“I didn’t know your voice could go that high Y/L/N”

“Pennywise! You scared Y/N!”

“Y/N, it’s literally-”

“How about you guys shut up and watch the movie? Otherwise I swear to god Thor, I’ll bring snakes in here and Sam, I’ll cut the wings off of your suit.” I heard the redhead next to me threaten, alongside some more punishments to the others who laughed, immediately silencing them, all of them knowing that she wasn’t one for an empty threat.

Even though the laughter died down and no more words were spoken, tears still built up in my eyes and were daring to fall down my cheeks. I feel so embarrassed. A room full of superheroes and I was scared to death over a fictional clown in front of all of them.

I tried to keep my sniffles to a minimum and at a level where no one could hear me, however, they seemed to have caught Nat’s attention as she whispered to me, loud enough for me to hear, but quietly so that it was only me that could hear.

“Mind if I come in?”

I chose not to verbally respond, instead, I pulled the edge of the blanket up, allowing her to bend down and make her way underneath. After making herself comfortable, she turned to me and did, what felt like study, my face before tutting under her breath.

“Идиоты. Are you okay?” I smiled at her speaking Russian. She often switched between the two, interchanging within sentences. I’d been around her enough to pick up on some of the terms, funnily enough she’d said that word so often, my understanding was immediate.

“Feeling a bit humiliated” My voice came out weak and slightly gravelly from the crying, her thumb immediately wiped the tears off of my cheeks, lingering afterwards.

“Don’t be. Everyone has their fears, you shouldn’t be embarrassed by having them. Okay? It just means you're human.” She patiently explained, sparking a question to leave my lips before realising.

“Do you have a fear?”

She smiled “mhm”

“Can I know what it is?”

She leaned in closer to me, lips hovering beside my ear so I could feel and hear her breathing quietly.

“Идиоты” She whispered, resulting in me clamping my hand over my mouth to limit the noise my laughter was making.

“There’s that smile I love.” She took my chin in her index finger and her thumb, her face once again, coming closer towards mine before our lips met in the middle, sharing a soft, quick kiss, distracting me from any embarrassment i’d previously felt.

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The movie had just finished, everyone was getting up and starting to clear up any mess they’d made, mainly popcorn that had fallen everywhere, Wanda and Vision being the main culprit, jumping at the scary parts had caused a popcorn avalanche near their seats.

Nat and I gathered our blankets and snacks we’d brought in, trying to ignore the slight tension hanging in the air, and just as we were about to walk to our bedroom, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Peter.

Rocking back and forth on his heels and fidgeting with his hands, he smiled.

“Hey, uh- miss Y/L/N. Miss Romanoff, sorry, I just wanted to come and make sure you were okay.” He rushed, clearly anxious to approach us considering the telling off Natasha gave everyone earlier.

“I’m okay, thank you Peter. You can call me Y/N by the way, ‘miss’ makes me feel old.” I chuckled, visibly seeing his shoulders relax at my response, he was really sweet, never wanting to get on anyone’s bad side. He’s a good kid.

“Sorry mi-,Y/N, sorry, I’ll remember for next time. That movie was pretty freaky, if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

“I will, thank you.”

Feeling more relaxed, I made a slow but steady beeline for the bedroom, wanting to have cuddles with Nat and go to sleep, hopefully forget the movie ever happened. Soon enough, we were both changed into a vest top, I wore a pair of shorts and Nat wore a pair of sweats and we were in bed, facing each other with our legs tangled together, our noses bumping every so often.

“I love you” I mumbled in between kisses, eyes opening briefly to be met by her green orbs looking back at me.

“I love you more, Detka.”

A silence then overtook the room, only being able to hear the breeze outside and a slight whistle from where it was flying through the trees. I’d usually adore this, finding peace in the wind and the darkness, tonight however, it felt unsettling. All I could hear in my head was the soundtrack to the movie, picturing the bloody teeth and that creepy smile from earlier in my head.

“Love?” I nudged my girlfriend’s nose gently, hoping she was still somewhat awake.

“Mhmm?”

“Can you, can you possibly sing to me?” Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile on her face, wrapping her arms tightly around me before humming a quiet melody, sending me into a blissful sleep.

By noon the next day, I had received apologies from everyone in the compound, a couple of bone crushing hugs from Thor and some complementary pancakes that Wanda had made with some help from Bruce, aprons on and covered in flour. Everyone tucked into their individual stacks, enjoying some lighthearted conversation, Nat taking the opportunity to press a small kiss to the back of my hand, I quickly returned the gesture. It was lovely.

Movie night was a rollercoaster, but at the end of the day, I was surrounded by the best people, and nothing would change that, not even the fear of clowns.

Though they’re still really fucking scary.

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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A Dangerous Game Ch 10

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol consumption, mention of smut, a hint of foreshadowing if you squint, just two idiots in denial. As always, would love to hear your thoughts/comments/what you think is coming next! even on anon! i love talking about my fics with ppl who are enjoying them!

You felt a small weight hit the bed and you stirred in your sleep, not wanting to open your eyes yet, holding onto the dreams before you felt something nuzzle into your hand accompanied by a purring and you realized it was Sergio. He settled into your side right as Emily rolled over, still half asleep herself but her arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you to her and you let out a happy sigh before drifting back off to dreamland.

It was only a couple of hours later when Sergio was nudging against your face, little meows getting louder until he finally licked your nose and your eyes scrunched open. You glanced at him, frowning for a moment before he meowed again, this time louder and you let out a quiet sigh, scooping him up before you slipped from the bed.

Emily awoke when the sun was fully infiltrating her bedroom, she smiled at first while she stretched and then she realized you weren’t in the bed beside her and she frowned, sitting up she glanced around the room. Your phone was still on her bedside table, and your clothes from last night were still strewn across her floor so you clearly hadn’t gone far. As she fully woke up she could smell coffee wafting through the air, then your voice broke the silence of her apartment. She couldn’t help the small smile that broke across her lips, shifting from the bed to grab some cozy clothes to toss on before leaving her bedroom and wandering down the hall. She paused in the entry way to the kitchen, leaning against the wall to take in the view in front of her. It was clear you had silently raided her closet, a grey FBI tee and pair of pyjama shorts covering your body. The smell of food wafted through the room, a bowl beside the stove while a pan preheated, though you weren’t paying much attention to that at the time. Sergio was up on the counter, getting all the love and scratches as you cooed, giggling when he nuzzled his face against yours.

“Thought you didn’t like cats.” Emily greeted with a tease and you nearly jumped, glancing her way.

“I just said I liked dogs better.” You replied with a sheepish smile, “I gave him half a can, hope that’s alright. Little guy wouldn’t stop screaming earlier.”

“Guess I’m immune to it now.” Stepping forward she wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to Sergio, “it’s rude to wake up guests.” She scolded, scooping him up with her free arm, “and you know you’re not supposed to be on the counter.”

With an offended meow he jumped out of her arms, padding away to his food dish and you slipped out of her arm, moving to wash your hands before returning your attention to the stove. Emily crossed the kitchen to the coffee pot, pulling down a mug to fill up, adding in her preferred mixings.

“Hope it’s okay I raided your fridge.” You said, scooping a ladle of batter out of the bowl to drip onto the pan in medium sized circles. Behind you Emily chuckled over the first couple sips of her coffee, arm wrapping around you again, this time her lips hit the side of your neck.

“Fridge and closet.” She murmured, “sticky fingers over here.”

“I was hungry!” You defended, “and I didn’t want to put on yesterdays clothes.”

“Could always walk around naked.” She suggested with a smirk and you laughed.

“That was the original plan but Sergio kept staring.”

“Perv.” She scolded in his general direction before kissing your shoulder, “anything I can help with?”

“Bacon’s in the oven, chocolate chip pancakes on the go, if you want anything else? Eggs?”

“Nah.” She squeezed at your hip, moving to the fridge, “I’ll cut up some fruit though.”

Emily flicked through her phone, selecting a soft playlist to echo through the space as the two of you got to work, easily moving around each other in the kitchen. Every so often you’d have to peek through a couple of cupboards before she’d pull down exactly what you were looking for, or she’d purposely brush against you as she reached around you to get something. Soon enough breakfast was done and she was refilling your coffee, mixing it just how you liked it while you shifted everything onto the breakfast bar and took a seat. You murmured a quiet ‘thanks’ to Emily when she slid you your coffee, sighing happily as you took your first sip before digging into breakfast. Her free hand found yours on the table top, fingers tracing the lines of your hand while the two of you ate, chatting every so often.

“This is fucking delicious.” She complimented over her first bite.

“Secret ingredient is putting syrup right into the batter.”

“Kay, that’s it, you need to wake up here every weekend. Because this is perfection.”

You felt your cheeks heat, hoping it wasn’t too noticeable as you smiled over at her, a tiny laugh on your lips and you felt a warmth spread through your chest that you knew had nothing to do with the coffee. You’d not only had one of the best sleeps in weeks, if not even longer, able to sleep as late as you wanted, curled up in Emily’s arms with no worries of a knock at the door, a phone ringing with a new lead, you had all weekend to simply drink each other in. Instead of waking up alone and having to drag yourself out of bed for a pot of coffee and a pop tart you actually had the motivation to cook, to share something with someone else, and it was an incredibly nice change. Sergio headbutted into your leg, rubbing against you while he meowed before pouncing up into your lap and you chuckled.

“I already fed you mister.”

“Careful.” Emily warned with a grin, “he will steal your bacon.”

She watched as you cooed down at him, scratching behind his ears while he rubbed against your hand, nudging his way up to boop against your face. Compared to the wildly professional, bad ass you were on crime scenes, or even the still somewhat cautious woman you were around the rest of the team, you were surprisingly adorable right now. Sure, she’d seen you relaxed before, but nothing like this. Though it probably didn’t help that you were in her kitchen, dressed in her clothes, being affectionate with Sergio after making her a homemade breakfast. You were incredibly at peace, happy and living in that moment, not a care in the world, not a worry about what was coming next and Emily couldn’t help but smile at that thought. Sergio popped up on his hind legs, his paws up on the table and you let out an offended noise, grabbing him around the waist,

“Sir.. we talked about this. I already fed you; you don’t get bacon.” Picking him up you plopped him back down on the floor much to his disappointment before you turned back to your breakfast. “Did you have plans today?”

“No.” Emily replied with a happy smile, “the plan was nothing. Maybe pick up a couple of groceries later but I was gonna leave everything for tomorrow.”

“Your fridge is looking pretty empty.”

“I’m not used to staying home this often!” She defended with a laugh, “I kept waiting for an out of state case to pop up.”

“Tell me about it.” You practically rolled your eyes and Emily chuckled.

“What? There something about out of town cases you prefer?” She teased with a brow raise and you were all of two seconds from throwing a piece of strawberry in her direction.

“As if they haven’t become your favourite.” You placed you cutlery on top of the plate, pushing back from the island to stand.

“Hey, none of that.” Emily interjected and you looked back in her direction, “you cooked, I’ll clean things up.” She nodded toward the couch, “pick something to watch.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” You smiled, placing the plate back on the counter as Emily moved around it, kissing you gently.

“Thank you for breakfast.”

“Anytime.”

Hours later and the two of you were tangled in each others limbs on Emily’s couch, you’d managed to go through a handful of episodes of That 70’s Show and had moved onto movies, neither of you wanting to move. Em was on her back, braced against the arm of the couch while you laid on her chest, curled on your side to see the tv. Both of you had dozed on and off throughout the day, a blanket tossed over your bodies, Sergio occasionally jumping up for a cuddle and honestly, it was the best way either of you could have thought to spend a weekend. The movie finally came to an end and you let out a groan, stretching out your body as you shifted so you could see her, patting at her side,

“It’s getting late, you need to get groceries.”

“I’ll go tomorrow.”

“No you won’t.” You chuckled, “and you know it. Besides, what about dinner?”

“Isn’t that what takeout’s for?”

“If you show up to work with no lunch on Monday you’ll never hear the end of it.”

“And I again, remind you about the blessed thing we have now called delivery.” She laughed, her hand smoothing back a piece of loose hair.

“You gotta stop wasting your money Prentiss.” You teased, sitting up and offering her a hand, “c’mon. I’ll even drive. Show you a couple easy bring to work lunches.”

“Fine.” She half grumbled, “but only ‘cause you’re cute.”

“You think I’m being demanding? You only have one can of cat food left. Sergio would nag you until the end of time.”

Emily chuckled, taking your hand and letting you drag her off the couch because you were right, and as much as she wanted to stay on that couch with you, the weekend was also for getting stuff done. At least this way she got to do some of it with you. She’d always thought of grocery shopping as something rather uneventful, especially at the hours when you couldn’t get free samples but today she discovered a whole new side of it. You admitted you also needed to pick up a couple of things, using a basket within her cart to keep yours separate. Neither of you needed a lot, you never wanted to have a fully stocked fridge to then immediately leave for a case and have it all go bad. You picked up some frozen stuff, some dried goods, anything fresh you could easily whip up in the next couple of days to toss into containers and into the freezer if need be. The two of you stayed close while you shopped, stealing kisses, laughter breaking through the quiet of the store as you pursued the aisles without a care in the world who happened to see.

By the time you got back to Emily’s both of you were starving. She popped a nice bottle of malbec while you set about cooking some fresh meatballs, letting her take control of the pasta. Music flowed through the air while you chatted about various things, a lot of it related to food, dishes that either of you liked to make, ones that travelled well for work lunches and your go to’s for fancier meals when you wanted to impress. You ate dinner at the island, this time sneaking Sergio a couple bites of meatball, wrapped in a happy domestic glow before the two of you started on dishes, making sure the kitchen was tidied up. You let out a soft sigh, glancing around the room,

“I should get outta your hair.”

“What?” Emily glanced up from where she was refilling wine glasses, “oh c’mon, I can’t let you drive now.”

“Em…” You laughed, “I’ve had one glass.”

“Not after you finish this.” She slid the glass toward you with a soft smile and you huffed out a laugh.

“I don’t want to take up your whole weekend.”

“Thanks to you I got half my errands done.” A hand closed around your wrist, pulling you to her and you couldn’t help but smile as her lips met yours, “if you need to go, go, but you’re more than welcome to stay another night.”

“Good.” You smiled, kissing her gently, “cause I really didn’t want to put pants on yet.”

With a laugh, she swatted at your ass, picking up the bottle of wine as the two of you made your way back into the living room to make home on the couch. You skimmed through a few streaming options before the two of you settled on a movie to watch to end the day off with. Emily sat beside you, tossing a blanket out over your legs extended onto the coffee table or pulled up under you while the movie played, her arm resting on the back of the couch, occasionally coming to play with your hair or tickle at the back of your neck. You hadn’t realized you’d chosen a movie with such romantic undertones, or maybe it didn’t and it was just your imagination running wild after spending half your weekend at Emily’s. Either way you felt a soft sigh leave your lips as the credits started to play, throughout the movie Emily would briefly hold you tighter, her lips meeting the top of your head, there were stolen glances and laughs, little kisses during more boring moments. It started auto playing onto the sequel and sighed once more, letting it move through your entire body and you felt Emily’s hand squeeze at your arm. You’d shifted once again so you were lying on her chest,

“You alright over there?” She asked softly, hand rubbing at your body and you paused for a moment, putting together your words.

“Is.. is it really that much of an issue?” You shifted your head so you could catch her gaze in time for her brow to furrow while she looked down at you, “co-worker involvement I mean. Does it really affect things as badly as they make it seem?”

Emily let out a breath, she could read between your words, knowing that you were asking because the downfall for a unit chief would likely be more than an agent, no matter what you wanted, you needed to make sure her career wouldn’t be ruined and because you were hesitant. She’d known that from the start. There was no way you would’ve come up to her in that bar all those months ago, and once you’d know she was your superior you kept your distance, you always made sure she was comfortable with whatever was happening.

“The bureau…. Just likes to cover their asses.” She groaned softly, her hand coming to brush hair off your face, “there’s protocols, agents involved with witnesses, lawyers, each other, relations to victims or unsubs, they have to be removed from cases so they don’t jeopardize them.”

“I almost married a lawyer; I remember the rules.” You rolled your eyes and Emily felt her heart jolt in her chest, making sure to tuck that into her back pocket to unpack later, “and honestly it’s bullshit. Will was in the field with us a few weeks ago!” You pushed up to sitting, “not only is he married to JJ but they have kids together? The director in Seattle never would have let that fly.”

“Different states, different directors, different opinions.” Emily offered and you huffed out a laugh.

“Then.. maybe this isn’t so wrong.” You glanced up to her, a curious look on your face and she nearly melted.

“You think it’s worth a shot?”

“I think there’s nothing wrong with friends with benefits.” You finally admitted, “I mean, are you really going to jump to save me just because you’ve seen me come? Over someone like JJ or Morgan who you’ve known for a literal decade?”

“Way to be blunt.” She laughed.

“And hey… our rule was nothing could happen while we were at home.”

“Are you about to find some loophole that this is my home not yours cause it’s my house?” She laughed again, stroking at your cheek and your lips split into a grin.

“No… technically…. I live in Alexandria… you live in Washington. If I’m at you’re place, I’m not in my home state. If you’re at mine, you’re in Virginia.”

“Well that is quite the interesting loophole you’ve found there.”

“Thought you might like it.” You leant in, kissing her and she sighed happily against your lips, “so?”

“I say we cut the crap.” Emily chuckled, “like you said, no harm in friends with benefits. What was the point in saying we could only hook up while out of state? If anything it had us focussing more on each other than actual work.”

“Exactly.” You laughed, a quiet shriek leaving your lips as Emily tugged you into her lap, her lips capturing yours once again.

“That also means I get to make you come as many times as I want and it doesn’t matter if we’re stuck here.”

“You’ve got until noon tomorrow Prentiss, then I’ve got shit to do.”

“I guess I better get to work then.”

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jungshookz · 3 years

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Good lord i would pay so much money to see ballet!jimin be all clingy and lovey dovey for y/n but I DONT HAVE IT IM BROKE HELP

: - )

“oh-!” you jolt in surprise when you feel an arm slink around your waist from behind before you’re being pulled backwards, your back bumping against jimin’s chest, “you scared me-”

“why aren’t you in bed?” jimin asks quietly, his voice still thick with sleep, “it’s early.”

he pauses to let out a short yawn before shaking his head quickly to wake himself up

“i know, but i was hungry so i thought i’d have an early breakfast…” you smile lightly when you feel him nuzzle his face into the side of your neck, his nose nudging under your ear, “you don’t have much in your fridge, by the way. do you wanna go grocery shopping later?”

“mm. you smell good.” jimin ignores your question as his other arm wraps around your middle, his eyes fluttering shut as he turns his head to squish his cheek against your shoulder, “come back to bed.”

you suck some peanut butter off your thumb before bringing your toast up to your mouth for another bite, “i’m phtill eating- wanna bite?” you ask, bringing the toast over so that it’s in front of jimin’s face

(hopefully he says no because this toast is really good and you’re feeling a little greedy this morning)

he grunts in response, turning his head away from the toast so that he can bury his face back into the warmth of your neck

“what’s the matter with you? it’s not that early.” you murmur, popping the last of the toast into your mouth before dusting your fingers off, “we went to bed at like, eleven something, old man.”

“i know, but can you really blame me? you tired me out.” jimin hints, and you can hear the slight smirk in his voice at the reminder of what the two of you were up to last night, “you were quite the enthusiastic learner last night, miss y/n...”

it was supposed to be a relaxing night but jimin brought out the good wine and you were still feeling a little gooey over valentine’s day and stuff, so, naturally...

jimin presses his hips against your lower back and you know he’s not wearing anything under those sweatpants

you clear your throat quietly as your cheeks warm and you quickly take a sip of your milk so that you don’t have to say anything in response to that

“plus, the bed’s warm and the kitchen’s cold.” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against the back of your shoulder, “are you going to come back now or do i have to carry you?”

(i’m adding this to the teeny tidbits masterlist :D)

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yamagucji · 4 years

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What flavor is your lip balm?

synopsis. in which the boys ask, “what flavor is your lip balm?” and you respond with a kiss

pairing. sakusa x gn!reader, bokuto x gn!reader, atsumu x gn!reader

warnings. slightly suggestive

note. part I with kuroo, toshi, and yams here

Sakusa

“...why are you applying lipstick in the middle of our study?” he scrunches his nose, annoyed at the little disturbance that you had so much as caused.

“It’s lip balm,”

He retorts, “so?”

You heave a dramatic sigh. Sakusa isn’t particularly irritated per se, he’s just someone who’s in a hurry to finish schoolwork so he can spend some quality time with you.

The strawberry lip balm is carried back to your little pouch, but upon seeing the brand new stick of vanilla, your thoughts are set from continuing your study.

“Would you like to try this?” you ask, popping the vanilla flavored lip balm in his sight. “It’s new, I haven’t used it at all I promise.”

He thinks intently for a moment, before mumbling a defeat, fine.

You scoot your chair closer to him, purposely leaning your face towards his as you apply the lip balm on his lips. Slowly... almost teasingly, as you look up at him with innocent eyes.

Closing the cap, you let your hand rest on his thigh and inspect the finishing touch. “Perfect,”

He stares at your satisfied smile with hazy eyes, “If mine’s vanilla, what flavor is yours?”

You know he’s caught on with your little act by the way he nudges his nose with yours, provoking you to close that desperate gap between you two.

So you do, and the mix of his lips against yours makes a mesh of strawberry vanilla that could only come out from that kiss. It’s sweet, and a little sticky.

But oddly enough, Sakusa doesn’t mind at all.

Bokuto

“Break!” the coach announces, to which the boys comply. Their practice match against Nekoma seems to be particularly unceasing, turning everyone into a mess of sweat. You’ve opted to help the managers instead of going home, and your boyfriend couldn’t be more happy.

He takes a cloth and drapes it over his neck as he approaches you, “Y/n! Did you see how good I was?”

“Of course Bo, you did amazing out there!” you smile, handing him a water bottle. Watching him drink brings you back to the humidity of the current space and has you rubbing your lips together.

Perhaps applying some lip balm wouldn’t hurt.

You reach for your pocket and take out the small plastic container, followed by a gentle application of lip balm against your lips.

Bokuto watches you with curiosity.

“Want some?” you ask, and he nods eagerly.

Looking around you to check if others are looking, fortunately there are none, you do the one thing Bokuto always loves doing with you.

You reach for the ends of his towel and pull him towards you for a chaste kiss.

“Can you tell what flavor it is?”

He looks at you with a cheeky smile and asks, “can I try again?” despite already being able to tell from the small kiss alone.

Before you can shake your head no, he pulls you by the base of your jaw to close the gap again; this time, the kiss lasts a few seconds longer.

When you pull away, heat rushes up to your cheeks at the feeling of dozens of eyes on the pair of you. But your lover pays no mind.

Instead, with a beaming certainty he announces, “It’s honey lemon, everyone!”

Oh boy, what have you done.

Atsumu

“Babe!”

“Babyyyy,” Atsumu called out from the bedroom. Here we go again, what does he need this time?

You rush to him with your apron still wrapped around your torso, treading with heavy steps to hint at your slight irritation; this time, you find him hovering over your drawer.

He pulls your lip balm out and flashes it for you, “this lip balm?”

“...you called me here to ask me that?”

“Hm,” he hums, taking the small white stick close to his vision. “Why’s there no label on it?”

You huff, “does it matter?” before taking your lip balm from his grasp and using it on your own lips.

“Besides, don’t touch what isn’t yours.”

He makes a dramatic pout. “...at least tell me what flavor it is...”

How cute.

No matter how annoying he could get, there were moments where your lover seemed to defy the odds. Right now, the small slouching of his shoulders, and the way he props himself on to the edge of the bed as he watches you apply your lip balm— yes, the same one he’d attempted to claim moments ago, makes you think:

To make the the most out of such little moments.

So you pull him back up with a cheeky smile, “Do you really wanna know?”

Confused he says, “Yes?”

Before he can even ask about the questionable expression on your face, he’s brought towards your lips for a sweet kiss.

And just when you’re pulling away, he brings you back by the nape of your neck. He mumbles a “need to check it more,” against the kiss.

Then another “for good measure,” as he drags the two of you towards the bed.

You should’ve known that to Atsumu, making the most out of little moments could lead to this. So when he’s finally done ‘checking the flavor of your lip balm’ and all the other measures involved in the process, is when he guesses.

“Peach?”

“Idiot... you did all this and you’re still wrong.”

#sakusa x reader #bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader

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