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GUESS WHO'S SEEING ETHEL CAIN IN FUCKING CONCERT

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i really hope that you’re okay! take care of yourself 🫂

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sorry for the random silence again, still going through the process of moving and school started again + i just ended my 6 year relationship so things are a little hectic rn

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i know my requests are closed but do you guys have any kim beckett thoughts... from shiva baby... just watched it and PHEW

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shauna shipman can eat me for lunch

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you guys :( thank you so much. i owe a lot to everyone who supports my work, either just by reading it, liking it, or reblogging it. i've had a really rough relationship with writing for a few years now, and creating this tumblr account has helped bring back the love i once had for it. it means so much to me, and i'll forever to be grateful to all of you :)

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sub g!p lee x reader first time together, riding her and lee completing losing her mind from how good it feels

SUB G!P LEE X READER'S FIRST TIME

contains: nsft content (minors + ageless blogs dni), g!p lee, reader and lee having sex for the first time, breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, teasing and dirty talk, reader's body is referred to with the terms "pussy," "clit" and "cunt," not proofread note to anon: show stopping idea, I'm in love <33 thank you for the req hehe

as soon as you sheathe yourself fully onto lee, her eyes roll back, head thumping softly into the pillow. her body is trembling with shivers that shoot up her spine, rendering her a speechless, oversensitive mess underneath you.

you're so warm, your hole engulfing her in hot slick and latching onto her just right. so much better than lee's palm during those nights where she can't sleep due to work stress and needs a moment of relief. and you fleshlight doesn't even compare to the feeling of your rough, textured walls clinging onto her so tightly she feels as though your body is intentionally plotting to draw out every drop of come building up in her.

it's overwhelmingly good, and for the few seconds you cockwarm her, she nearly begs for you to begin moving, just so that you can get yourself off before she loses control and unloads in you. but, judging from the way you sit so confidently on her cock, smirking down at her, she can sense you're already aware of her desperation.

it nearly surprises her just how much more aroused it makes her to be controlled by you like this, bending to your every whim with just a short, husky command or a pointed look. she supposes it shouldn't, considering the times you've shown non-sexual dominance, like dragging her somewhere by her belt loops or kissing her stupid when she's trying to protest you coaxing her to sleep, have always left her face hot and her crotch stirring with desire. but, still -- to see this version of you full-fledged, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you begin slowly rocking on her, affects her way more than she anticipated.

when your slippery walls drag up and down her cock, jerking her off, her face immediately scrunches in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed so hard it brings tension to her temples. you're going at a frustratingly slow pace, but it's enough to have the warmth in her stomach beginning to flare stronger, making her muscles tight with anticipation. through her fluttering lashes, she watches you blearily, your tits bouncing as you take her cock into you over and over again, your bottom lip swollen from how much you're biting it. seeing you so lost in pleasure, maybe just as much as she's currently encompassed by, makes her cock twitch hard. she loves making you feel good, loves being the one who gets you moaning and panting. not just because she's the only one who gets to witness such a sight, but because god, it feels so good to be good for you.

a sentiment only punctuated when you mumble, your words slurred and breathy, "god, lee, baby, you feel so good in me. such a big cock, god, I'm stuffed full."

she grits her teeth at the praise, embarrassment bursting through her. but, in the underbelly of it is satisfaction that you're so impressed and content with her size. it urges her to lift her hips up, thrusting harder into you.

you release a choked out moan before pressing a palm into her chest, keeping her trapped onto the mattress. you're both well-aware that with her training, she could easily get out of this position, but just the same, it's more than evident that she likes exactly where she is.

"what do you think you're doing?" you hiss, continuing to press your hips down, the movements shallow. "I didn't tell you you can move."

"sorry," she moans out, her eyes squeezing shut when she feels you tighten up after her apology. shit, you really like this. not that she's any better. "I just wanted--"

"it doesn't matter what you want, silly. I'm the one in control, remember?" you taunt, your voice syrupy sweet with condescension, as though you're scolding her.

it only makes her balls tighten, her teeth clenching harder together to resist from groaning out loud.

"y-yes, sorry," she grunts out, her toes curling when you begin to move harder, her cock pumping deeper into you, the tip pressing into your spongey g-spot with each meeting of your hips. the sensation against her sensitive head has her torso writhing on the bed, your dripping pussy coating her and, mixed in with the lube, igniting filthy little squelches that have her whimpering.

"good girl," you coo, leaning forward to pin her arms down, the look in your eyes downright feral as you continue riding her relentlessly.

your tits shake right above her face, and she swallows hard at the sight, her mouth dry for a taste. when your gazes interlock and you give her a small nod, your mouth twisted in mocking delight, she immediately latches her mouth onto a nipple. she swirls her pink, soft tongue around it, sucking it lightly, the repetitive motions of it sending her mind into a hazy lull.

one of your hands strokes through her hair, nails lightly digging into her scalp, the buzz of it making a humiliatingly high-pitched whine crawl up her throat and out of her mouth.

"tell me you're a good girl," you whisper, the words sprinkled with tremors from your physical exertion. "if you do, I'll let you fuck up into me."

lee hesitates for a few moments, her cheeks reddening at the thought of saying something so exposing, as well as praiseworthy regarding herself.

but, then, you slam your ass down on her thighs and her cock rams into you, the rough motion making her accidentally bite your tit, the yelp you release only making her feel closer to the edge.

"sorry," she rushes to say, eyes flicking between your breasts and face. god, she needs to feel that kind of thrust again. needs to be pulling you down that hard when she comes in you.

and so, she quietly admits, "I'm good."

"a bit more specific."

she sends you a glare that immediately morphs into contorted pleasure when her balls slap against your folds.

"fuck. I-I'm a good girl. okay?" she grits out, praying you're satisfied and will let her be.

it seems so, for your mouth drops open, as though you're getting off on her being forced to admit something so stupid. what is she even thinking? of course you are.

"there you go," you moan, your hand roaming along her chest and gripping her tit, thumb flicking over the puckered nipple. lee gasps at the sensation, the pressure on her aching bud sending shockwaves through her body.

with your approval for her to go harder, she braces her sock-clad feet on the mattress and start pumping her hips up at a speed that has you nearly tumbling into her. now, it feels like your pussy is jerking her off, hugging her tightly as it pushes up and down with every thrust she unleashes. her thumb scrambles to your clit, immediately rubbing at the swollen nub, which incites a loud whine from you.

moments later, you crumble into orgasm, a soft, breathless wail flinging from your lips. your walls immediately start seizing at her without relent, repeatedly clamping down on her, as though they possess their own heartbeat.

it's too much -- too much stimulation, too much pressure on her cock and in a matter of moments, she's releasing a raspy whimper, her come shooting out of her cock. she feels it enter and plug your hole up in thick spurts, gushing around your hole and her dick, creating even more lubrication as she continues to thrust in you mindlessly, her hips twitching as she chases the pleasure.

when she's unable to keep going, her cock beginning to soften in you, you plant your sweaty body onto hers, chests rubbing as you lean your forehead on her shoulder.

"god, that was..." you trail off, sucking in a sharp breath before continuing. "that was fucking amazing. you did so good."

she squirms from the praise, her stomach twisting in satisfaction in spite of how much she dislikes being the centre of attention.

"thank you," she murmurs into your head, her fingers tracing patterns into your back. "you did good, too. really good," she adds, knowing she usually struggles to deliver compliments that encompass her whole gratitude and wanting to do better for you.

"yeah," you huff out a laugh. "who said the first time has to suck, huh?"

she snorts, her lips curling up faintly. "I mean, there was some sucking."

"lee!" you gasp, softly thwacking her arm. as though you've been the picture of innocence for the last hour of tortuous teasing.

"what? it's true," she states plainly. "besides, you seemed to really enjoy it."

you grumble, nuzzling further into her neck. "maybe just a tad."

her smile widens, her hand squeezing your hip. "if you say so."

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will hopefully be posting more this week but! i wanted to let y'all know that unfortunately when i made this blog i accidently made it as a side blog, so if you see @honkinghavoc interacting / following you that is me! :P

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that Lee wearing the blue gloves and her FBI jacket post is so filthy…what is wrong with you…?!! (more please!)

INSPECTION TIME!

𐙚 note to anon: LMFAOOOOOOO THIS ASK MADE ME LAUGHHHHH I'll do a whole post just for you <33 𐙚 contains: nsft content (minors + ageless blogs dni), inspecting kink, lee keeping on blue gloves and her fbi jacket, spanking, dirty talk, degradation ("slut"), lee is packing, mentions of handcuffs, cnc maybe? (essentially, lee and reader are roleplaying the roles of lee being an investigator who makes reader strip and allow themselves to be touched and inspected for the sake of an investigation -- all fantasy and consented to beforehand), reader receives fingering, reader's body is referred to with the following terms: "tits," "pussy," "clit," not proofread 𐙚 divider by: @/dollywons

it was you who brought it up first.

it's been obvious, since day one, that lee exuded a kind of confidence when it came to her job that barely any other facets of her life could compare to. when she spoke of a case, her jaw sharpened, eyes ablaze with determination and curiosity, and you could practically hear the gears in her head spinning faster than anyone could anticipate. she's methodical, careful and relishes in the process of breaking things down and filtering through the bits and pieces. and the control -- figuring things out on her own, having to depend on her instincts, using her brain to work through things -- was something she relished.

and you know it's not the point, but god, is it hot. when you ask her about her job or a case, she speaks with a precision and surety that her usual social discomfort inhibits. she embraces and trusts the inner workings of her mind wholeheartedly, and it's like every cloud in her brain dissipates when she has one thing to work on. she knows her shit, and what makes it more attractive is that she knows she knows her shit. she's humble, yes, but she'd never lie about the skills she knows she's in the possession of.

and so, you one day, very tentatively, bring up incorporating her job into your bedroom. not truly -- not really. but, rather as a roleplay you two can tap into, something she can use as a crutch to easily slide into those dominant moods she sometimes gets into.

at first, she takes her time to digest the words, eyebrows furrowed and jaw locked as she fully processes what you're asking for. part of her twinges with guilt -- the nature of her crime is so gory, so tragic, she doesn't know if she has it in her to use an element of it for her own sexual pleasure.

and so, you two talk about it, a lot. and you break down and talk about which elements you would and wouldn't like to include, how this would all be roleplay, set in a fantasy where she's just a kinky agent and you happen to be someone who she needs to put up with for her investigation. almost like a game -- a puzzle, or a mystery film. something for her to sink her mind into directing, solving, taking logical control over, without there being any legitimate risk.

you can see she's curious, at the very least, which is why it comes as no surprise when she quietly says she'll try it out.

it takes lots of giggling and fumbling and breaks at first, but in a matter of weeks, you've had eye-rolling orgasms, over and over again, caused by lee fucking you with her strap over a table, handcuffs straining your arms back as she whispers hotly against your ear how uncooperative you'r being. sometimes, she'll get home, and keep her work clothes on, immediately telling you to strip for her that she can look you over. of course, you can't help but brat at least a little bit, your moans downright delighted when she flips you onto your stomach and yanks your pants down.

and speaking of looking you over, god, the inspections?

now that one was her idea. after weeks of playing into this new roleplay, she one day tells you to stand up, saying she needs to make sure you don't have any harmful items on you. the firm tone she takes on already has your underwear damp by the time you stand in front of her, on full display, your body at her mercy.

she starts off professionally, patting you down with the cold detachment she would with anyone else. you're on the brink of giggling that she's so cute in her earnestness when suddenly, her large hand engulfs one of your tits, squeezing it hard.

you barely have time to let out a strangled gasp before she keeps skimming her hands over your body, lithe, delicate fingers tickling at your sides as she brushes them down. she keeps you on edge for every moment of it, her soft touches interluded with firm grabs of your ass that have you bucking and the ghost of her breath on your throat as her rough, callused hands slide under your top and unhook your bra, insisting that it's hiding too much.

she uses these excuses, muttering that this thing is in the way or that thing is blocking her vision of you, until you're completely bare in front of you, goosebumps peppering your skin.

that's when she finally bends you over, and to your shock, snaps on her clean, blue gloves, telling you to spread your legs open. you're practically leaking at this point, hole clenching down on nothing as you obey her commands.

she smiles slightly, bending down to kiss your shoulder and mutter, "colour?"

when you hazily mumble, "green," a small huff of laughter escapes her before her expression settles back into its blank slate.

the rubber of her gloves cool and silky, you gasp softly as she begins fondling with your pussy. the material glides over your lips and drenched folds, softening the feeling when she rubs every part between her thumb and index finger, humming in observation. at one point, she uses them to push into your pussy's lips and spread your out so that your sodden flesh is fully exposed to her gaze. it makes you wiggle in equal parts embarrassment and arousal, especially when she does nothing but stare, her warm breath hitting your core as she continues to just watch.

she tuts softly and you wonder if she's done when suddenly, a finger, cold and sticky with the rubber and your juices, begins prodding into you. your inciting moan has you leaning your face into the counter, body wracked with shivers as she slowly pushes the digit in.

"it's all procedure," she murmurs. "after all, suspects like you can keep anything in there."

"like me?" you ask through your bubbling whimpers.

"sluts."

her one-worded answer is accompanied by her finger fully sheathing itself into your pussy, which grips onto her tightly, begging for her to remain inside.

her other hand squeezes your ass cheek, spreading you open as she begins to rock her finger in and out of you, slowly opening you up. the squelches of your pussy ring through the room and your hips instinctively push back to get her deeper and nudging at one very specific spot.

she immediately notices, quietly saying, "is this a sort of game to you? this is procedure, not something here for your enjoyment."

when you don't answer, a sharp spank comes to your ass, the sting of it making your walls flutter over her finger, shivers rippling up your spine as you whimper.

"you liked that," she states plainly, her tone as indifferent as usual. but, you can hear the telltale signs of her arousal -- the heavy breaths, the soft gasps when you tighten up on her. "how desperate does someone have to be before getting wet from an agent searching them?"

even though you're both well-aware of this farce, the words have you burning with arousal, transported into a bend of reality that you're only happy to succumb to.

in a matter of minutes, her fingers are pumping into you rough and fast, her dripping mouth at your shoulder as her other arm, still clad in her fbi jacket, winds around your waist so that she can flick her thumb along your clit.

"since you need it so bad, I'll let you come," she pants against your ear. "just so we can proceed without distractions."

"I-I'm gonna need more than this to no longer be distracted," you babble through your whines.

she presses harder into you and you a choked out gasp shoots from your throat when you realize she's fucking packing.

"I'm well-prepared," she half-groans, her tongue running along the patch of skin behind your ear.

the quiet assuredness of her words, the way she's fucking into you relentlessly, the feeling of the smooth rubber sliding against the rough texture of your walls -- it has you into a sensory overload, and it takes only seconds before your body breaks into a long, throbbing orgasm, your pussy clamping down on her with a desperate need. she thrusts her fingers into you as best as she can, pushing against your g-spot repeatedly until you sag against the counter with an exhausted sob.

immediately, she's on you, pinching off the soaked gloves and shrugging off her jacket so she can comfortably, draw your back to her chest, her fingers rubbing mindless shapes on your tummy as she kisses up your neck.

"you did so good," she whispers, squeezing the flesh softly.

"so did you," you return, your voice cracking towards the end. you're honestly a mess -- pussy swollen and sore, body covered in sweat that you're sure is sinking into the fibres of her white dress shirt.

"you make it easy to do good," she murmurs.

when you turn to give her a soft look, she casts her gaze down, pressing her face into your shoulder. immediately, your body throbs with fondness for her, the sudden bashfulness taking over her after such an eager show of dominance.

"don't shy on me now," you laugh, hand weaving into her brown streams of hair.

"mm, I won't," she hums.

you know she needs this moment -- to unwind, to fully let herself settle down after such an intense scene. and you're willing to stay with her through it, the warmths of your bodies intermingling as you offer each other silent comfort through touch, as well as quiet words of praise and affirmation.

"so, do you still want to..?" you eventually ask, eyebrows wiggling as you pointedly eye her crotch.

she snickers softly, tugging on your hand to draw you in chest-to-chest. "you're insatiable."

"only a tad!" you protest.

"only a tad," she parrots with a gentle mockery, her hand interlocking with yours as she brings you to the bedroom.

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maevelight 💥💫🩷 annie is just her little light yeah exactlyyy

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firecrackers straps and all that idk

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DIANNA AGRON attending the “Nina Ricci Womenswear Fall/Winder 2025/2026” as part of Paris Fashion Week in Paris, France (March 07, 2025)

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An update: I've become an acespec Quinn truther

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Wife core 🦌

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his voice is a low drawl, lazy, like he’s got all the time in the world. like he’s doing you a favor just by standing in your doorway, broad shoulders filling the space, leaning against the frame like he owns it. like he owns you.

"c’mon, sweetheart," soldier boy murmurs, green eyes dragging over you slow, hungry, like he's already got you naked in his head. "let me taste that pretty pussy. bet it’s real fuckin’ sweet."

you scoff, crossing your legs where you sit perched on the edge of your vanity, diamonds winking at your throat, wrist, ears. "you think I let just anyone between my legs?"

his lips curve, smug. cocky. "nah. but I ain't just anyone, am I?" he takes a step closer, boots heavy on the marble. "c’mon, duchess. lemme take care of you. real good."

you tilt your chin, cool, imperious, pretending like the heat between your thighs isn’t pulsing, like you can’t feel the anticipation thrumming beneath your skin. "and why would I do that?"

he grins, wolfish, hands already reaching for your thighs, warm palms pushing your knees apart like he knows you’re going to let him. "’cause I’ll have you beggin’, baby. all that ice, all that attitude? gonna melt right off when I get my mouth on you."

he sinks to his knees like a king at an altar, hands spreading you open, voice dropping to a rasp. "now be a good girl and lemme eat."

his knees hit the floor with a dull thud, broad hands already gripping your thighs like he’s got a right to them. like he was made to be here, between your legs, face level with the heat of you.

“fuckin’ look at you,” he breathes, eyes dragging over the silk of your thighs, the expensive scrap of lace keeping you just barely covered. “rich girl pussy. bet it’s spoiled rotten, huh? bet no man’s ever done it right.”

you tilt your chin, regal even as he pries your legs further apart. “and you think you can?”

he chuckles, low and dark, fingers already hooking into the waistband of your panties. "baby, I know I can.”

then he rips them—just grabs the delicate lace and tears it in half like it’s nothing, tossing the ruined fabric somewhere behind him. you barely have time to huff out an indignant noise before his hands are on you again, shoving your thighs over his shoulders like he’s locking you in place.

“fuckin’ pristine,” he mutters, voice going all reverent as he looks at you, bare and glistening under the dim light. “gonna ruin you, duchess. make you fuckin’ cry.”

before you can say something rude, his mouth is on you—hot and hungry, tongue dragging over your slit, slow and obscene, like he’s savoring his first taste of you. then he groans, low and needy, gripping your thighs tighter like he needs to hold himself back from devouring you whole.

“fuck,” he pants against you, breath hot against your slick folds. “better than I fuckin’ thought.”

then he dives back in, tongue flicking, curling, lapping at you like a man starved. his nose bumps against your clit, lips wrapping around it just to suck hard, making your hips jerk up against his face.

you gasp, hands flying to his hair, fingers twisting into thick strands as you yank.

he groans at that, like it’s encouragement, like he wants you to pull harder.

“fuckin’—” he breaks off, his grip bruising on your thighs. “yeah, yeah, baby—yank on it, make me feel it. use me. fuckin’ use me.”

his tongue shoves inside you, fucking into your soaked heat, his fingers now digging into your ass as he drags you closer, like he wants to drown in you. the sounds he’s making are filthy—wet, desperate, like he’s trying to drink you down, like he’s addicted.

you tug at his hair again, harder, and he groans against your cunt, the vibrations making you whimper.

“that’s it,” he pants, pulling back just enough to look up at you, mouth and chin glistening. his lips are swollen, pupils blown wide. “look at you. all high and mighty, sittin’ on your fuckin’ throne, and I got you shakin’ just from my mouth.”

his voice is thick with smugness, but his fingers are trembling against your skin. he grins—and shoves two fingers inside you, burying them deep while his mouth latches back onto your clit, sucking hard.

you cry out, your grip on his hair even more brutal than before, thighs clamping around his head, but he just growls and fucks you harder, tongue and fingers working in tandem to push you over the edge.

and when you finally climax—hips jerking, body going tight as the pleasure crashes over you—he moans against your cunt like he’s the one getting off. like he lives for this.

but he doesn’t stop. doesn’t let up. just keeps going.

you’re still shuddering, still catching your breath, but soldier boy doesn’t give you a moment to recover. if anything, your orgasm just spurs him on.

he groans into your cunt, breath hot, mouth still moving, tongue still working you, slow at first—languid, indulgent, like he’s licking the last traces of something sweet from his fingers—but then he grins against your slick heat and shoves his fingers deeper, curling them just right.

you jolt, gasping, another moan ripping from your throat, but he just laughs.

“what, baby?” he rasps, eyes flicking up, glittering with something dark and mean. “thought I was done? oh, no, duchess. not till I fuckin’ say so.”

you try to push at his head, but he growls and shoves his face right back between your thighs, arms wrapped tight around them, keeping you in place.

“fuckin’ stay still,” he mutters, voice muffled against your cunt, tongue flicking against your clit in quick, ruthless strokes. “take it.”

you whimper, fingers curling into his hair, tugging again, hard.

his answering groan is nasty, his hips grinding down against the floor like he’s getting off just from eating you. like this is all he needs.

“shit,” he pants, pulling back just long enough to slap your thigh, his palm stinging hot against your skin. “neediest fuckin’ pussy I ever tasted.” he presses another kiss against your clit, soft, almost mocking, before grinning up at you.

“but you’re gonna give me another one, duchess,” he murmurs, pushing your thighs even wider, holding you open like something precious he wants to ruin.

he goes to work.

his tongue moves fast, relentless, lapping at your swollen clit in sharp, focused strokes. his fingers fuck into you, curling just right, dragging against that perfect spot inside you until you’re panting, legs trembling against his shoulders.

he watches you the whole time, eyes dark and hungry, mouth messy, lips swollen and slick as he drinks you down like it’s his last fuckin’ meal.

“c’mon, baby,” he taunts, his voice rough, his pace unrelenting. “gimme one more. one more.”

you’re writhing, aching, pleasure winding tight again, so fast it’s almost unbearable.

and he knows it. the bastard grins against you.

then—just to tip you over the edge—he groans, deep and desperate, the sound vibrating through you, sending you tumbling into another orgasm so hard you yank at his hair with both hands, grinding against his face like you need it.

he moans, fucking growls as you cum against his tongue, arms tightening around you as he licks you through it, sucking and lapping, never stopping, never slowing.

when the aftershocks finally start to ebb, your hands loosen in his hair, body going boneless, legs shaking against him.

and still—still—he doesn’t move away.

doesn’t even lift his head.

just presses another slow, lingering kiss against your wrecked cunt, then murmurs against your slick folds—

“still not done yet, duchess.”

tags: @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @h8aaz @soldiersgirl @sunsbaby @bejeweledinterludes

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ home maker

pairing: alison x housewife!reader synopsis: alison comes home from work and wants to take care of reader. warnings/tags: fluff! smut! MDNI! wc: 400 a/n; i watched hollow in the land and can't stop thinking about being alison's housewife. original version of my fic ‘housewife’

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you could tell that your wife was home from two things; the way the sound of the door banging echoed across your shared apartment, and the way tiny footsteps immediately ran to the front door. it had happened so much you could play the sight inside of your head like it was a movie; the five-year-old jumping into alison's arms so happily.

"mommy!" mabel exclaimed as alison laughed, spinning the little girl around in her arms.

"hi, maple." she chuckled, pressing a small kiss at the crown of mabel's head, "what'd you and mama learn today?"

"mama taught me math." mable rolled her eyes, "like, duhhh, five plus three is eight. everyone knows that! i'm not a baby!"

"maybe mama didn't." alison said with widened eyes, causing mabel to snicker as alison pressed another kiss on her forehead, "how about you go color something for mommy, yeah?"

"yeah!" mabel exclaimed happily, bounding back upstairs into her room. you could hear the way alison's joints clicked as she stood upstraight, and soon enough, a strong pair of arms were wrapped around you.

"so i guess i'm now an idiot, then?" you chuckled softly, leaning into alison's touch, ignoring the vegetables you were chopping as the woman pressed kisses on the column of your throat.

"guess you are." she whispered against your throat as her hand slipped into your leggings, your breath catching in your throat and your eyes fluttering shut as you felt her hands shamelessly slip into your panties, your senses filled with her.

all you could smell was the sweat on her body from working all day, all you could see inside your head was her lifting heavy things, sweating all over herself all throughout the day; you didn't really care what she actually did, but you cared about how... primal it made you feel.

"we shouldn't be doing this..." you mumbled, yet your hips rolled along with the rolls the blonde kept drawing on your clit.

"i'm not doing anything." alison grinned against your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over you, "just greeting my wife." she grinned, her free hand grasping yours and bringing it to her mouth and pressing a kiss on it, "hello." she mumbled, making you chuckle.

then, mabel's voice interrupted it, calling out "mommy! i wanna show you my drawing." making alison chuckle, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek as she withdrew her fingers from your panties, making you whine.

"duty calls. but later tonight..." she grinned, making you roll your eyes as she winked, walking away.

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being charlotte matthew’s assistant…

you were forever grateful that charlotte had decided to take pity upon a broke college student and hire you as her assistant. you were skeptical of her ‘intentional community’ at first, but charlotte was the furthest thing from a demanding boss. being able to sit in a homely office with guaranteed hot meals and a gorgeous older woman to check in on you constantly - how could you complain?

speaking of, charlotte was always around you. you’d find it overbearing if you didn’t love the scent of her bergamot perfume, or the way her hand would linger on your shoulder when she’d ask you to chase up client information. as the weeks went on so did her watch over you, to the point where your office became merged with her own.

“but, no one’s meant to come in here… are you sure?”

“of course, darling. it’ll only make things more efficient, won’t it? and… i could use the company.”

you had a growing suspicion that charlotte was favouring you. you weren’t required to wear purple like everyone else, in fact, charlotte went out of her way to begin supplying you with ‘uniform.’ skirts and dresses teetering the line of sensual corporate, whatever that meant. she’d insist you left the top buttons of your blouse undone - “it’s getting quite warm in here, right? maintenance are useless…” - she’d even begun to expect a little fashion show whenever new heftily-priced clothes were placed atop your bedsheets. you couldn’t lie, it excited you to see her so endeared, so proud as you meekly show off your new not-very-sensible black pumps with a price tag that could send you into cardiac arrest.

you soon learnt that charlotte is very tactile. not only in her work within the community, but in her work with you. the first time she suggested you give her a massage, albeit half-joking, you wondered when your daydreams had turned so vivid. as your manicured fingers dug into the junctures of her tensed neck and she lets out a breathy moan, you thanked all your lucky stars.

charlotte declared that your fingers “work magic,” and you tried move past the obvious innuendo that had your cheeks heated red every time you’re around her. it’s hard, though, when she began to use your affection as a stress reliever. it’s not like you hate it, anything but. behind closed eyes, your nights are filled with visions of her slender fingers enclosed around your wrist, tugging you impossibly closer, slipping between your stocking-clad thighs. you sensed that charlotte can somehow read your thoughts, though the thought both scares and excites you.

it started with more massages, where she slips the soft material off her shoulder because “i’m so tense here, lend a hand?” her calloused fingers began to clasp at yours, guiding them just a little further down to where you think the boundaries of your position are blurred. but at this point, self control is out the window, especially with the way her doe eyes completely pull you inward.

everything about her pulls you in, really. all she has to do now is whisper a soft “darling,” when you appear in the doorframe, maybe even a little coax with her finger, and you’re practically floating right into her lap. it’s a proven stress reliever for her, and you’re more than happy to provide. that’s what a good assistant does, after all!

her lips find your neck because she says the scent of you relaxes her, sometimes whispering that you taste good, and you’d never admit how excited that gets you. meanwhile her hands toy with the material of your cardigan’s hem, and you get the hint.

charlotte loves when you talk. she’ll ask you to drone on about your day whilst her teeth are just lightly puncturing the soft skin of your neck, tsk if you stutter whilst she pries your thighs apart. you want to please her, after all, and she knows this too. it’s why her praise now comes in a constant stream, whispers of “good girl, that’s it, you’re making me so proud…”

you make her especially proud when you sink to your knees, under the mahogany of her desk. it’s only ever when you notice she’s particularly tense - knuckles white as she grips the edge of her desk, brows pursed into a quaint frown. you have her like jelly in almost no time as you slip underneath her kaftan, and the only sounds that fill the grandeur of the room are your muffled hums and charlotte’s shaky gasps, curses and praise slipping through her lips like a mantra. only when her thighs are shaking and her eyes are rolling back does she forget about the tasking role that is being head of her commune, all thanks to her doting assistant.