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CLR is pleased to announce we have a new correspondent reporting regularly from the front lines in Florida. We rarely see informed and investigative articles either from the Florida press or law firms so we’re very pleased indeed to have Heather onboard to guide us through the complexities of what’s happening in the state. In this, her first article for CLR, she highlights for us who’s who and what’s what with regard to medical cannabis in the state. If you intend to work in Florida we’d suggest her work is a must read to start understanding what’s happening there.

Lighting Up Florida’s Medical Marijuana PEOPLE: The Front Lines

For those of you in the dark about Florida’s Medical Marijuana Program, I will be lighting up the dim corners of Florida: The Nation’s Fastest-Growing Medical Marijuana Market, according to The Miami New Times on May 2, 2019.

First and foremost, I’ll highlight the patient perspective, patients like myself who are legally registered State of Florida Medical Marijuana active ID cardholders. I am a medical patient in Florida’s Medical Marijuana Use Registry due my qualifying condition: a 2010 diagnosis of aggressive Multiple Sclerosis.

Luckily for me, Florida passed constitutional Amendment 2 in November 2016 which allows Multiple Sclerosis, along with many other chronic and debilitating qualifying conditions as eligible for compassionate care, meaning diagnosed patients would be allowed by Florida to receive a medical marijuana recommendation from a qualified Florida physician and products from a licensed Florida dispensary; these dispensaries must strictly adhere to Florida’s seed-to-shelf vertical integration business model.

As for me, one minute I’m teaching as usual for the University of West Florida as I had every day for the past thirteen years, and the next, my life was abruptly and irrevocably disrupted that hot day in August when my vision began fading on the periphery and my left side began feeling numb, clumsy, unusable. The rest is, well, my everyday present.

I am a legal Florida medical marijuana patient since January 2017, as well as a patient educator and vocal advocate. Since then, my quality of life has increased dramatically, both mentally and physically. Even my doctors and specialists are amazed at my progress!

As such, I am representative of the face of medical marijuana in Florida, one of 234,204 qualified active patients with ID cards as of June 21, 2019. Did I mention that we only have 2,321 of those “Florida qualified physicians” for the ever-expanding lot of us? Whew!

There is some help in sight, though. In May 2019, Florida Commissioner of Agriculture Nikki Fried announced that a newly-created and appointed Medical Marijuana Advisory Committee of 18 doctors, lawyers, patients, industry leaders, and advocates will be implemented in order to “advance and modernize policies” to move Florida into the future of medical marijuana.

Fried also strongly delivered a message that could have been taken straight out of my own mouth: “This is a plant that not only improves people’s quality of life, it’s an alternative to sometimes-dangerous pharmaceuticals and addictive opioids.” She further directly advises that cannabis, or marijuana, is a medicine that an overwhelming majority of Floridians voted for and are constitutionally guaranteed access to as a therapeutic medicine.

I know. I used to be a pharmaceutical statistic of opiate and controlled substance pain medications, alongside 25 other Multiple Sclerosis symptom-fighting medications for seven long years..

But triumphantly, since 2019, we now have exciting cannabis news exploding on the front lines every day as Florida boldly moves into their future of medical marijuana. From the June announcement that edibles are finally beginning production and sales in Florida, to the March passage into law of the legality of a patient’s rights to smokable cannabis flower, all the way to the quest for SOPs for equipment, labs, and dispensaries to facilitate the evolution and stabilization of consistency, safety, and efficacy in both products and in patient access and affordability by a brave new Advisory Committee.

If Florida plans to increase its medical marijuana program through new legislative policies and marijuana dispensary standardized procedures, how exactly do we attempt to accomplish this?

Florida plans to help close the existing gaps and get patients and the state across the existing, prohibitive Drug War bridges, with Florida’s appointment of a 2019 inaugural group:

18 Member Medical Marijuana Advisory who will collaborate with the Florida Department of Agriculture to help improve the state’s medical marijuana regulations and policies through membership by the following individuals:

Kim Rivers

Rivers serves as the CEO of Trulieve and has 12 years of experience running successful businesses from real estate to finance as well as years in private practice as a lawyer, specializing in mergers, acquisitions, and securities for multi-million dollar companies.

Barry Gordon, MD

Gordon is one of Florida’s most experienced medical cannabis providers. He is the owner and Chief Medical Officer of the Compassionate Cannabis Clinic.

David Kotler

Kotler is a partner in Cohen Kotler P.A. and is Of Counsel to Hoban Law Group in Denver, Colorado, where he’s worked on legal issues pertaining to cannabis and hemp.

Dr. Michelle Weiner

Dr. Weiner is certified in Interventional Pain Management and Physical Medicine and Rehabilitation. She researches substituting cannabis for opioids in chronic pain management at Nova Southeastern University and Florida International University.

Zachary Kobrin

Kobrin has served as General Counsel & Chief Compliance Officer for a multinational cannabis company and Florida MMTC and currently advises cannabis and hemp industry clients on legal, regulatory and business development issues.

Dan Russell

As an attorney with Dean, Mead & Dunbar, Russell represented one of the initial cannabis dispensing organizations in Florida and continues to represent clients involved in all aspects of legal cannabis.

Dr. David B. Corn

Dr. Corn specializes in podiatry and founded Western Massachusetts Podiatry Associates, PC. He was one of the first medical professionals certified to participate in the Massachusetts medical marijuana program.

Cameron Vance, Ph.D.

Dr. Vance is co-founder and Chief Information Officer at Medical Marijuana Treatment Clinics of Florida where he works with physicians and patients to improve quality of care and patient outcomes.

Sally Kent Peebles

Peebles is a partner at Vicente Sederberg LLP, a national firm specializing in cannabis law and policy. She practiced with the firm in Denver, Colorado before returning to Florida to open the firm’s Jacksonville office.

Jacel Delgadillo

Delgadillo, whose son suffers from Dravet Syndrome, a catastrophic form of epilepsy, co-founded the federal nonprofit CannaMoms to help other children like hers and raise awareness on the benefits of medical cannabis.

Eric Stevens

Stevens worked to legalize medical marijuana in Massachusetts before helping to lead the 2014 and 2016 efforts to legalize medical marijuana in Florida. He is currently the Director of Business Development at Kaycha Group, which owns and operates EVIO Labs Florida, ISO accredited cannabis testing labs, and the MJ Buddy App.

Mike Smuts

Smuts is a cannabis industry professional with operations leadership experience across all divisions of several vertically integrated businesses in Colorado and Florida.

Ron Watson

Watson founded a full-service governmental affairs firm focused on healthcare and medical cannabis. He is also the Director of Governmental Relations for MuV, a Florida-based medical cannabis company and was recently the Executive Director of the Florida Society of Cannabis Physicians, which closed after losing its bank.

Antoinette Duncan

Duncan is the President and CEO of Duncan Life Sciences. She has 13 years of experience working with top pharmaceutical, medical device, and cannabis companies, and is currently a member of the ASTM D37 Technical Committee for Cannabis and Minorities for Medical Marijuana.

15, Peter Barsoom

Prior to founding 1906, an edibles company, Barsoom had an extensive career in finance and business strategy, holding senior management positions at leading institutions including American Express, Merrill Lynch, Morgan Stanley, BlueMountain Capital and Intercontinental Exchange. He serves on the board of numerous leading cannabis industry associations including the Marijuana Industry Group, Colorado Leads, and the New Jersey Cannabis Industry Association.

Paul Messer

Messer is a Parkinson’s Disease patient who is retired from the contract furniture industry and holds a master’s degree in social work.

Karen Seeb Goldstein

Goldstein serves as the Executive Director of NORML of and Vice Chairman of Regulate Florida.

18, Elaine Geller

Geller is the Vice President of Legislative Affairs at Amercanex, a member of the Congressional Cannabis Coalition, and of CanLab. Geller’s work focuses on cannabis policy development at the state and federal levels.

This Committee is part of Florida’s Cannabis >Medical Marijuana Division in the Department of Agriculture. The Committee will convene telephonically and in-person bimonthly to develop ways and methods to expand patient access and affordability, increase innovation and technology within the cannabis industry, and to make recommendations to the Legislature and the Department of Health’s Office of Medical Marijuana Use (OMMU)

Who will organize and oversee this committee, you ask?

Florida Director of Cannabis: Meet Florida’s New Director of Cannabis: Holly Bell

Read her RESUME here from February 2019

Meet Florida’s “Mother of Marijuana” interview on May 2, 2019

Who will this committee make recommendations to other than the Florida State Legislature? Who else is listening intently?

Florida Office of Medical Marijuana Use, or OMMU, provides Weekly Updates every Friday.

This Office is part of Florida’s Department of Health.

Who will appoint, amend, manage and provide oversight to this Advisory Committee, the Director of Cannabis, and to the Office of Medical Marijuana Use?

Department of Florida Agriculture: Meet Florida’s Commissioner of Agriculture and Consumer Services: Nicole “Nikki” Fried and Shelby Scarpa, Florida Deputy Commissioner of Agriculture

Glossary of Marijuana Terminology via CannaInsider.com and Americans for Safe Access.org

References: Department of Agriculture press releases in Sunshine State News, The Miami New Herald, Florida Politico, and the Florida Department of Agriculture’s Fresh From Florida News

Coming Soon Article: Lighting Up Florida’s Medical Marijuana PEOPLE: The Medics

Contact Heather

Heather Allman

B.A.Ed., M.A, University of West Florida

Non-Profit Founder: Allman Education, medicalcannabis101.org

Location: Pensacola, Florida, USA

Phone: 1-850-287-2509

Web: http://medicalcannabis101.org

Twitter and Instagram: @allmaneducation

Email: [email protected] or [email protected]

Linked In: http://linked.in/in/heatherjallman

Heather Allman Biography

Heather Allman

Heather has worked in the education, writing, and textbook reviewing industries for 22 years. For over a decade, Heather worked for the State of Florida as a multidisciplinary Faculty Instructor at the University of West Florida in Pensacola, Florida in the English, Communication Arts, and Honors Departments. During this time, she presented at the 1998 American Literature Association Annual Conference and she regularly contributed to and reviewed textbooks for such publishers as Cengage, McGraw-Hill, Longman, Pearson, Prentice-Hall, Contemporary Learning and Thomson-Wadsworth.

When no existing professors volunteered for the monumental task, Heather pioneered the burgeoning online course program for the University of West Florida after training on 2 separate course platforms. She began by creating content and curriculum for Professional Writing courses which enrolled 100 students per semester in conjunction with the English Department, and she eventually executed a hybrid 50 student course in Interpersonal Communication jointly with the Communication Arts Department which required an in-person, live public speaking conponent in addition to their required online coursework: a new online course framework completely designed by Heather for the University.

After early retirement from UWF due to her diagnosis of aggressive Multiple Sclerosis in 2010, Heather became an independent Medical Cannabis researcher, educator, personal consultant, and vocal advocate. She also worked with Florida For Care as a Northwest Florida Outreach Coordinator, gathering petition signatures for the 2016 Florida Constitutional Ammendment 2 that overwhelmingly legalized medical marijuana throughout the state for patients like Heather.

Since 2014, she has worked tirelessly to advocate, educate, and raise awareness about medical cannabis and its therapeutic medicinal use over standard pharmaceuticals. Heather currently works as a medical cannabis researcher, writer, speaker, consultant, and community outreach liaison. She actively participates with the efforts of the U.S. Pain Foundation, the Florida Cannabis Advocacy Network, Americans for Safe Access, Drug Policy Alliance, and the Law Enforcement Action Partnership.

In 2018, Heather subsequently founded Florida’s first independent non-profit medical marijuana educational website Allman Education: <MedicalCannabis101.org> in order to educate, spread awareness, and illuminate Florida’s complex legal medical marijuana rules, news, and regulations in her unique radically honest, audience adaptive, well-rounded manner. She is a passion-driven, inquisitive listener and adept interviewer with the goal of starting a medical cannabis podcast in the near future.

She works as a volunteer with the National Multiple Sclerosis Society’s “Walk MS” annual campaign to fundraise and always participates in the walk in April. Heather also acts as a Junior Pain Ambassador with the U.S. Pain Foundation, a national chronic pain advocacy organization, with their “End Pain. Not Lives.” campaign.

She operates on the principle of radical compassion in her daily life and practices what she deems “Medical Marijuana C.A.R.E.” in that she strives to Communicate, Advocate, Relate, and Educate both the community and the general public in all that she endeavors.

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storiesofsvu · 6 months ago

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Decadent Desire Ch 8

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut, rougher sex (ish), minor breeding kink. ngl it almost feels like a bit of a filler chapter, but it reunites what bits i had combined previously to make full chapters. Also sometimes filler is needed, I needed something else in there to break things up and that's why i kept staring at the word doc having NO clue what i wanted to do. SO, hopefully it doesn't take two weeks til the next update. lol. thank you for reading, extra bonus love to everyone who comments, sends asks and reblogs! you're the best!

After a lavish breakfast of stuffed French toast, all the delicious sides you could ask for and the best tasting coffee you’d had in ages you figured you should take advantage of the fancy shower once more. You took your time, scrubbing your skin with exfoliant before washing with a rose scented body wash and combing through your hair with a leave in conditioner. Wrapping yourself in one of the fuzzy robes you added in some hair treatment, doing your best job of braiding your still damp locks to air dry while sipping on a second cup of coffee. Finally it was check out time so you collected your things and headed downstairs, the Sunday morning air was the perfect balance of crisp while warm, the breeze floating through the streets spreading the sense of summer on the way.

You weren’t totally surprised when you found a bouquet of flowers on your front step, a note from Emily in the florists font scrawled across the front. Scooping it up you took it inside, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse to the kitchen island before unwrapping the flowers. Picking a vase from the cabinet you filled it with some water and placed the bouquet inside, placing them on the coffee table to display. You dug through your bag for your phone, finally finding it and opening the text chain with Emily.

‘The flowers are gorgeous, thank you.’

‘You’re such a good girl I figured you deserved a little treat.’

‘It’s much appreciated.’

‘Speaking of… your upcoming events, do you need anything for them?’

‘I’m picking up a couple of dresses from alterations this week, haven’t looked through my accessories though.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind.’

‘Thank you. Enjoy New York, eat a bagel or a slice of pizza for me.’

‘Oh now that’s just a guarantee’

You chuckled as you locked your phone, sliding it back onto the island before you turned back to the fridge, eyes flicking through what was left and still usable for you to meal prep a bit for the upcoming week.

Said upcoming week flew by faster than you’d expected, likely due to all of the added on extra tasks you had to complete by six p.m. on Friday. Even with the slew of assistants strewn through Heather’s team, everything had to be perfect, double or triple checked, approved by Heather or yourself before appointments were confirmed, meetings were booked, or things were publicized or printed. You often wondered if it was actually financially worth having your own personal assistant considering the amount of things you either did yourself or had to be redone. (Not that it really mattered to you, they weren’t on your payroll).

Friday’s banquet wasn’t much for you to worry about, just made sure you were dressed the part and were ready when the car rolled up to your condo. Dinner was over and cocktails were in full swing, time for schmoozing, networking and making sure that everyone went home remembering the Dunbar name and philosophy. You’d stepped outside briefly after dinner, chatting with a congressman while he had a cigar and gave you the opportunity to stretch your legs. Walking back inside you found a high top table to settle against, pulling out your work phone to read a handful of emails.

“You know, you are allowed to put that thing away, right?” Heather teased, sliding a glass of Cristal across the table to you and you rolled your eyes, locking the device.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew I was confirming some very affluent last minute sponsors for tomorrow.” You took a sip of the champagne, thinking back to your conversation on the terrace “and you’re welcome, Blythe will be voting in favour next week.”

“Good girl.” She grinned, clinking her glass with yours before her eyes drifted to the bracelet around your wrist. Her gaze lingered for a moment then moved upward and she reached out, lifting your earring with a curled finger before her eyes dropped to the gem resting on the swell of your chest. “Matching set?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded over a sip of your drink.

“Haven’t seen it before.”

“It’s new.” You replied, a small smirk on the corner of your mouth.

“Looks expensive.”

“If you’re trying to suggest it’s out of my budget, you’d be correct.”

“It’s nice to see Emily has good taste.”

“Among other things.” There was a gleam in your eye that Heather was eager to find out more about, a smirk on her lips as she took another sip of her drink.

“Glad to hear.” Was all she had time to reply with when another body sauntered up to your table.

“Not surprised to see you two here.” Tony greeted with a wide smile, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek before he reached out a hand, “Ms. Dunbar.”

“You know, I am surprised to see you here.”

“Drew the short straw.” He shrugged, “director had something come up, Gibbs would rather be caught dead than at one of these things and McGee doesn’t know his Dolce from American Eagle.”

“What about that other Agent you have right now, the little feisty one?” Heather asked, sly smile on her lips as Tony chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck in an attempt to distract from the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Ziva? These aren’t really her style; she wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“I mean you could’ve at least brought her as a date, shown her the ropes so she knows for next time.” You offered, nudging at his shoulder and he let out another little huff.

“Oh, no, I mean, she’d hate that. She’d spend half the night flirting her way through the crowd and the other half having to convince everyone we weren’t actually together.”

“So she’s available?” Heather asked with a teasing smirk, pulling an awkward laugh from Tony.

“I— uh, well…” He stuttered, “maybe a little too… controlling… to be your style.” He suddenly leant against the table with his elbow, “but you know McGee does have a sister…”

“Do tell.” Heather grinned over the rim of her glass, pulling an eye roll from you.

“No!” You punched Tony’s arm before swatting in Heather’s direction. “Your dance card is already full,” you turned to Tony, “and she is way too young.”

“From what I heard, that’s how she likes it.” He muttered and you rolled your eyes as Heather chuckled.

“Age is just a number.”

“She graduated high school last year. That puts her younger than your kids.” You retorted, watching the way Heather’s nose crinkled before she laughed, happy to have found some amount of amusement from a night like tonight.

She let out a soft sigh as her eyes fixated on something across the room, “there’s Conway, looks like my time is now.” She turned back to you, “Durant may need some more convincing and I haven’t seen Sharp yet.”

“Please, all I need to do is bat my eyelashes in Jackie’s general direction and she’ll do whatever I want.”

“That’s why I keep you around.” With a smile and a nod to DiNozzo, she scooped up her champagne flute and made her way across the ballroom.

“Was… she serious?” He asked hesitantly and you laughed.

“No!” You took another gulp of your drink, “besides, like I said, her schedule’s full, she can’t take on more right now.”

“Speaking of schedules.” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows at you, “I’m surprised to see you here on a weekend, thought those were for secret romps and exchanges of sugar.”

“You know, sometimes I wonder just how suave of a man you could be if you just let your brain think things through before they came out of your mouth.”

“Stop.” He groaned, leaning against the table as he turned to you, “or are you just saving your hot date for tomorrow night?”

“This week didn’t line up, I’ve got that fundraiser all weekend, which, you should bring your team to make it a little family outing.”

“I’ll think about it.” He took a swig of his beer, “really puts a wrench in your plans then, I can already tell you’re getting grumpy.”

“Anthony…” you warned, “we met up last weekend. It was kind of last minute but we made use of the time we had.”

“So no hot dates during the week?”

“Not usually, but we’re both busy, plus she was in New York all week at conferences.”

“A rich woman, who travels for work,” he began to tick them off on his fingers, “outranks NCIS, has significant style tastes, works full time during the week and sometimes weekends… are you sure you aren’t dating a politician.”

“I—” you paused, head tilting for a second before you nodded, “yes. Government employed but not by the White House.”

“Isn’t everyone technically government employed?”

“And we’re not dating, I thought you of all people would understand the stipulations of a financial beneficiary pairing.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” He asked, eyes gleaming.

“She buys me nice things, pays for my hair or nail appointments, adds to my jewellery collection, makes sure my fridge is always full, sends fresh flowers weekly.” You spotted one of the people Heather wanted you to talk to on the other side of the room and drained your drink, “and in return I meet up with her at high end hotels on the weekends and let her fuck my brains out.”

Even though Tony had been expecting it, your brashness still left him choking on his beer as you smirked at him, picking up your empty glass to grab a refill from the bar and one for Durant.

Seven days later and fucking your brains out was exactly what Emily was doing.

It had been less than an hour and if she’d asked you about dinner, you wouldn’t have been able to remember a single thing. All you could think about was the feeling of her buried inside you, hitting deeper with each powerful thrust of her hips. Your hands clawed at the bedspread, eyes scrunched shut as your cunt pulsed around the toy, moans louder with each time she sunk into you. Her hands tightly gripped your hips, hard enough you were sure there would be fingerprint shaped bruises come morning. You let out a little whimper, your nipples rubbing against the duvet every time she fucked into you, the multiple sensations driving you absolutely wild.

“More…” you groaned out, a gasp leaving your lips when she spanked you.

“God you really do like it rough, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm.” You managed to nod, fire shooting through your body, your clit throbbing as you ground it down onto the bed.

“Gonna need you to come soon princess.” She dropped over your body, husking into your ear while one hand tangled into your hair, yanking at the roots and you let out a blissful cry. Her mouth latched onto your neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin as her free had wound around your middle, fingers pinching at your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out, “oh fuu-cck. Don’t stop!”

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, holding back any louder moans, whimpers and whines bouncing off the walls along with the wet sounds coming from your pussy. Your juices coated Emily’s cock, smearing across both of your thighs, more than enough for her to gather up as she rubbed your clit. She could feel you trembling in her arms, your hips bucking back against hers as you started to lose control.

“That’s it baby, you’re so close. Come for me.” She nipped at your earlobe, her breath hot on your skin right as she pressed harder on your clit and you were coming undone in her arms, a shaky cry coming from deep in your throat.

“Oh fuck…” you muttered, collapsing down onto the bed while she continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her hips slowing just a hint.

“So good for me.” She panted, “where do you want my cum? In that pretty mouth? Hmm? Or maybe on this gorgeous ass?” A breathy gasp left your lips when she spanked you again and you moaned, pussy fluttering around her cock as you were coming up on a second orgasm.

“Inside me!” You whined, “please!”

“She likes it rough and she’s dirty?” Emily chuckled, “we’ve got a lot more to explore.”

She watched as your body shivered, thighs clenching together and your hands bunched tightly into fists as your second peak washed over you and then she let out a groan, stilling with her hips right against yours. Her hand quickly found the base of the toy, squeezing hard and you let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of her spilling deep inside you. Emily’s hand soothed up and down your back, watching as you caught your breath before she pulled the toy almost all of the way out of your pussy. She let out a low swear at the sight of it coated in a mixture of your cum and the lube before slowly nudging it back into you, fucking her cum deeper into your drenched cunt. You trembled again, a sheen of goosebumps breaking out on your skin and she finally pulled out of you, skilfully ridding herself of the strap to be dealt with later.

“Christ…” you muttered, your head burying itself into the pillows and Emily let out a small chuckle as she dropped down onto the bed beside you.

“Seems like you’re a little fucked senseless?” She offered and you let out a small laugh, your eyes barely blinking open to look over at her.

“Not to deflate your ego,” you let out a large yawn, “because you certainly did, but I am also just completely fucking wiped. I barely slept all week. Between Heather’s bill proposals and the upcoming endorsements I’ve been working twenty hour days.” Emily snuck under the blankets, an arm draping over the top of the pillows and you practically nuzzled into her side, yawning again as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Hey!” She swatted at your side, “none of that, you need to use the bathroom.”

“C’mon…” you whined, burrowing yourself deeper into the blankets and Emily tsk’d at you, pinching your chin until you opened your eyes.

“If you want me to come inside you again you’re going to use the bathroom missy.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, shivering as you pushed back the blankets and padded to the en-suite, much to Emily’s satisfaction. You returned a few minutes later, make up wiped from your face and teeth brushed, climbing back into the bed as you let out another yawn, curling around Emily’s side. “Are you staying?”

She shrugged, “got nowhere else to be. You mind if I keep the tv on?”

“Not at all. I’ll probably be dead to the world anyways.”

She chuckled softly, feeling you relax against her body as she started to flick through the channels. It wasn’t that late and while her week had been long it clearly hadn’t been as taxing as yours was. You were asleep within minutes, softly snoring against her and she made a mental note to start sending you good night texts in an attempt to make sure you were getting enough rest.

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storiesofsvu · 4 months ago

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Decadent Desires Ch 14

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, smut eluded to briefly, mentions of typical BAU type stuff. If any of y’all are my ao3 ppl, bless you & thank you for all the extra comments & chatting about this story! I absolutely love hearing all your thoughts/opinions/what you think is gonna happen. Like, yes please, send me your full book reports! Everybody gets an A++

After last chapter; for anyone who might want to look into more Heather Dunbar, all her works can be found here

Your eyes twitched, daring to open long before you wanted them to and you stifled a yawn, shifting slightly in the bed. As your senses came to you could feel Heather’s arm very loosely thrown over your waist, though it wasn’t an act of intimacy and definitely wasn’t cuddling. You’d accidentally fallen asleep in her bed the night prior before she could even bring you a bottle of water, exhausted from the heat and sun and thoroughly fucked. She stayed up for another couple of hours before turning in herself and sometime during her sleep had rolled over closer to you, her hand flopping across your hip.

The chirping out the window became too much and you knew you weren’t going to get anymore sleep, no matter how hard you tried. Your eyes cracked open, looking at the clock on the nightstand, at least it was already past nine, you’d gotten a little bit of a sleep in. Tossing Heather’s arm off you, you groaned softly as you sat up, stretching out your body and rolling your neck, a couple of joints cracking as you did so.

“Why the hell are you up?” She grumbled, burying her face into the pillow.

“Our flight’s at noon.” You yawned, “I’ve got to start packing.”

“I own the fucking plane. We take off when I say we take off.”

“Check out is also at noon.” You chuckled, swatting at her hip as you stood from the bed, beginning to collect your clothes that were scattered across the floor.

“You really think I didn’t already pay them off for a three p.m. checkout?” She finally opened her eyes, rubbing at them as she looked up at you and you laughed softly again.

“Then sleep. I need to shower and pack and probably get a few things ready for the week, we were so focused on the retreat I know I must’ve been missing a few things back home.” You crossed through the open door back to your room.

“God.” She huffed, dropping onto her back into the pillows as she picked up her phone, “it better not be fucking snowing back home.”

“Heather please, it barely snows in D.C.” You laughed as you hastily folded the clothes in your hands, dropping them into your open suitcase as you glanced around the room. “Hey, is Rob still off on Sundays?”

“Yeah.” She called back, “he said something about wanting to make a late dinner tonight.”

“You think you can ask him to meet us at the jet?”

“Why?” She sat up, holding the bedsheet to her chest as concern took over her face, knowing just how much a week of travel and this amount of sun exposure could affect you, “are you feeling sick? I need you for that merger meeting.”

“I’m fine.” You cast a look over your shoulder as you wrapped a towel around you, “I’ve just got a date with Prentiss on Wednesday.”

“Sweetheart, you’re in the clear.” She assured and it was your turn to chuckle.

“Heat… how many people are you currently fucking?”

“In D.C?” She asked and you nodded, “three not including Rob. But you know I don’t let them fuck me and I don’t share toys.”

“Not the point. It was in the contract I signed and Rob is far faster and more convenient than me taking time off my precious and very important job to see my gyno.”

“I will call him and tell him what time to meet us.”

“Thank you.” You shot her a smile, digging through your suitcase for classy yet comfortable clothes for the plane ride home.

“If you’re going to all that effort you may as well come back in here for one last round.”

“Go back to sleep Heather!” You called back, disappearing from the doorway and Heather heard the shower starting a moment later, letting out a sigh as she dropped back into the bedsheets.

Emily could not wait a second longer to get out of this hell hole and back home, preferably without a stop at the BAU first. Every case was teetering the line on rough, things that no normal human would be okay with witnessing or being around and this one was no different. This time there was the added affect that no matter how hard the team tried, they were always a second too late, never finding a living victim, an hour behind the unsub every step of the way until they’d finally baited him into it. Not only was she exhausted and not looking forward to the amount of paperwork that was going to come across her desk because of this week, but she really didn’t want to get the lecture she knew was coming from Bailey.

She stashed her bag into one of the cupboards, retreating to the back of the jet to drop down into the corner seat, letting out a weary sigh as she ran a hand over her face, pinching at the bridge of her nose. She just needed to get home and she would be able to handle this. Thankfully no one else really wanted to socialize either, finding more private spots on the jet, curling up in seats and couches until the plane was at cruising altitude and most everyone was asleep. She dozed off a bit herself, thankful for the rest though she wished it was more when she stirred in her seat, eyes cracking open to find they were still another few hours from Washington.

A fresh mug of steaming and very welcomed coffee found itself on the table in front of her as Tara hovered in the aisle beside the quad of seats.

“You okay?” She asked gently.

“Yeah.” Emily replied with a huff, picking up the mug, “that just… fucking sucked.”

“Man it really did.” The other woman groaned, dropping into the seat across from her, “but remember…we got him.” Her hand reached out, squeezing at her knee, “he won’t hurt anyone else.”

“I just really wish we’d clued in earlier, could’ve saved a lot of people a hell of a lot of hurt.”

“I know.” Tara replied, “so do I.” With another squeeze of her knee she settled back into her chair, taking a sip of her coffee, “we’ll do better next time.”

“Mmm.” She nodded.

“Thanks, for the extra days off by the way.” Tara commented, noting that while they were heading home on a Sunday that Emily had made the call the BAU wouldn’t be functioning until Wednesday.

“You guys need it.” She sighed, “after a case like this, everyone needs time to disassociate and pretend like there’s nothing wrong in the world.” Her gaze drifted out the window, “JJ needs to see her family, spend time with them, hug them so tight it’s like she’ll never let them go. You better be going to see Rebecca; remember why we do what we do to keep the world safe….”

“And what about you?” She asked after a quiet moment, watching the way Emily’s face twitched as she stared out the window a moment longer before turning back to her and waving her off.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been doing this a long time.”

“I know you have, and I’m not profiling, I’m doctor-ing, so you can’t lecture me.” Tara leant in on the table between them, “deny it all you want, but you have someone right now who means something in your life. It could be a new friend and that’s it, but it also could be something more and I don’t need to know any details right now, but I want to make sure you’re not just going home alone to a bottle of wine tonight.”

Emily huffed, taking another sip of coffee, “she was out of town this week, I’m not even sure when she’s back.”

“Hey…” Tara’s hand slid across the table, squeezing at her own, “whatever change you’ve made recently? It’s been a good one. You’ve been happier, more energetic, getting out of work on time and spending your weekends actually doing something. I haven’t seen you do anything other than work since we came back, so call her please… for me?”

“I’ll think about it, but I’m not making promises. I’ve got a mountain of paperwork and god knows Bailey’s gonna be blowing up my phone once he hears about the case.” She sighed, though her lips curved up into a soft smile and Tara relaxed into the seat across from her, giving her a knowing look before Emily’s gaze drifted out the window again.

Once home you began the usual post travel routine, make sure to immediately unpack, dumping clothing directly into the laundry and setting aside those that needed to go to the dry cleaners. You sorted through your work bag, filing everything correctly, stashing half away in your home office and packing the rest back up to have on the go. A quick clean out of the fridge, tossing anything that had unfortunately gone bad over the course of the week before putting in a grocery order and deciding to rely on take out for dinner. Finally, it was time for a luxurious everything shower. It didn’t matter how expensive or fancy the resort was, you always preferred your own shower, the water pressure and temperature was perfect, you had all of your own skin and hair products and didn’t have to worry about taking too much time or how many other people’s feet had touched the tub.

You wandered back downstairs just in time for your dinner to arrive, making sure to leave a hefty tip for the driver as it was much later than you’d normally order and the weather was starting to turn. Not even waiting to fully unbox everything you dug a fork into the chow mein, your stomach growling heavily already, stuffing a few forkfuls into your mouth. When you turned to grab a bottle of wine your eyes landed on the practically overflowing recycle bin and glancing over to the calendar you let out a groan, it was getting picked up in the morning, but only if it was in the alley.

With an annoyed sigh, you grabbed a sweater, shoved on a pair of slip-ons and grabbed the bin to trek through the yard and dump in the appropriate place. Back inside you locked the door behind you, a shiver moving through you at the chilly air lingering in your kitchen as you washed your hands and finally poured out a glass of wine. A sip of that and another mouthful of noodles and there was a knocking coming from the front door. A quick glance to your phone confirmed you hadn’t missed anything so you padded over to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open to find Emily on the other side.

“Hey.”

Your voice broke her out of her trance of worry, fully registering that she actually had shown up at your door in practically the middle of the night. Her eyes flicked over your form, her shoulders relaxing at just how cozy and at peace you looked, leggings and loose sweater, your hair still damp and messily braided to keep it out of the way while your face was bare of any make up.

“Hey.” Emily replied, mimicking your soft smile. Her ears picked up the sound of laundry going in the distance and she spotted your work bag sitting right inside the entry, eyes flicking up to the kitchen to your barely touched take out and she suddenly put it together, wincing, “oh shit! I’m so sorry, you just got back.” She couldn’t help it, glancing over her shoulder as if it would be a better idea to retreat to her car, “this is outta line, I should’ve called. I just… man today really fucking sucked…”

You practically snorted at the out of line phrase, your hand reaching out to pinch at her elbow, waving her into your home, “it’s fine, come on in.”

You lead her into the kitchen, urging her to take a seat at the island as you stripped off the sweater, now back in the warmth of the house. “Wine?” You asked, opening the cupboard, “or something stronger?”

“Something stronger, please.” She grumbled, running a hand over her face. She glanced up at the sound of you sliding a tumbler of bourbon over to her and her eyes landed on the cotton ball stuck to the inside of your arm, “are you okay?”

“Hmm?” You asked, looking over your shoulder to her as you stashed the bottle back in the cupboard and she gestured to your arm. “Oh,” you let out a small huff of a laugh, ripping the band aid off and tossing both into the garbage, “yeah, just had some blood taken.” You slid back onto your stool, picking up the carton of noodles and gesturing to the others, “you hungry?”

“No, thank you.” She let out a weary sigh, taking a long drink of her booze.

“Emily… are you okay?”

She glanced up at you, her eyes flitting between your oh so cozy aura, the barely touched food, prime wine that you were trying to enjoy and she let out a huff, nearly pushing back from the island. “god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have just shown up like this.”

You managed to catch her hand before she had managed to actually push her stool back, “Em… I said it was fine.” You squeezed gently, urging her to sit back down and she did.

“It’s just.. I’m not exactly.. uh.. up to my normal caliber and definitely not in the headspace for our normal activities…” She nearly avoided your gaze and you let out a soft laugh.

“And that’s perfectly fine.” You reassured her, nudging her glass closer toward her, “compensation doesn’t always have to be sexual. There’s an entire other dynamic to it, companionship means support too. Contrary to what you may think, I do actually enjoy spending time with you and that will always include outside the bedroom.”

She let out a deep breath, “my brain is still trying to sort out the whole sugar baby situation and I think I’m just overcomplicating things. I kind of figured it was a sex for money but make it…morally legal.” She nearly laughed at her own words, pulling a small grin from you.

“There are plenty of sugar baby relationships that don’t even involve sex. Some people are just lonely, or scared of doing things by themselves so they have someone go with them to lunch, movies, opera, the theatre. Hell I’ve heard of a few old married couples where the wife has a passion for arts and the husband would much rather sit at home with the game on, if he doesn’t have to suffer through it himself, he has absolutely no qualms with a much younger man escorting his wife.”

“So I really am overthinking things?” She asked, looking back up to you with a soft smile and you chuckled.

“Yeah.”

“I still feel bad about intruding on your evening.”

“It’s not like I had much planned.” You shrugged, “now c’mon, help yourself to food, I’m definitely not going to finish it all.”

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“Em..” you warned, “when was the last time you ate? Truthfully.”

“Before we got on the jet.” She winced and you cast her a glare.

“We’ve got noodles, rice, beef and broccoli or ginger chicken.” You pushed the containers toward her, “help yourself.”

She picked up a fork and the container of rice, taking a couple of bites while a comfortable silence took over the room and she was finally able to relax a bit. It was then that she started to realize more of the meaning behind your words, and why she was so drawn to showing up at your house in the first place (and why Tara had been so insistent on it). If she had just gone home she would likely be pouring over case files and attempting to get as much paperwork done as possible to get ahead before Bailey got into things with her. Sleep wouldn’t have been an option until it was all done, she definitely wouldn’t have eaten and a bottle of wine would have been her best friend. Instead being inside your kitchen felt warm, welcoming, simply having another human in the same room made her remember that there was so much else to life than just work. Things didn’t have to be so dreary and boring all the time.

“How was Florida?” She asked after a few moments.

“It was decent.” You shrugged, “secured a good amount of supporters, got some up and comers onto our ideas, reminded myself I’m not actually terrible at tennis and managed to only have my ass grabbed four times while congressmen tried to teach me how to golf.”

“Ew.” Her nose crinkled and you laughed, “I hope this doesn’t sound bad, but do you… have to like, play dumb a lot around them?”

“Oh no, I actually am completely horrible at golf. And you only get one chance to truly play dumb around them before they realize how much potential you could or do have and only certain ones feed into the dumb, some see right through it.”

“So you’ve got to know how to read them even quicker?”

“Yup.” You took a sip of your wine, “Heather always said it’s best to slide in with a hint of sensuality, let that be the bait and you have a matter of minutes to figure out whether you’re going low or high status to get them wrapped around your finger. The guys, it was go low. Do I have a very successful career with one of the highest ranked Senators in the country? Of course, but that completely slips their minds on a retreat like that when I’m wearing a cute outfit serving them drinks filling the role of cart girl.”

“Huh.” She replied, digging through the container before taking another bite and silence took over the room again. Though this time there was something lingering in the air and after a few minutes you chose to speak up.

“I take it your week wasn’t as good?”

Emily let out a heavy breath, “just a really bad case. I don’t want to drag you down with details but it was one of the worst we’ve seen in a while and in the end we barely caught the guy.”

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it? I promise I can handle the gory details; Tony never holds back; I actually think he over exaggerates to make himself sound cooler…”

“Tony?” Her brow furrowed.

“Agent friend.” You replied with a shrug.

“Ah,” she poked around at the rice again, “and no, but thanks. I think I just really didn’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Alright.�� You cast her a warm smile, closing the lid on your take out as you stood from the island. You were full and Emily had done nothing but play with her food for a while now, you were sure she wasn’t going to eat anything else. “How about we take the bottle of wine upstairs then?”

“Oh, but I—” she stumbled over her words and you laughed softly, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder.

“I’m not going to pounce on you, don’t worry. The tv in the bedroom’s nicer and it’s getting late, may as well fall asleep in the bed rather than have to drag ourselves from the couch later.”

She let out an awkward laugh, closing the rice container and sliding it over to you, “oh, right.”

You looked back at her, reaching your hand out as she slipped off her stool, “C’mere.” Tugging her to you she let out a little ‘oop’ as your arms wound around her, wrapping her into a tight hug. A wave of relief crashed over you as she let out a content sigh, relaxing into the embrace and the tension in her shoulders finally began to drip away. You pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head, squeezing at her once more before gently pulling away.

“Thank you.” She murmured softly, giving you a tired smile.

“Anytime.” Your hand trailed down her arm, curling around hers as you turned to the staircase, “now come on, you need some good cuddles and sleep, number one recommendation from doctors after a rough week.”

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storiesofsvu · 4 months ago

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Decadent Desires Ch 13

Warnings:Language, alcohol, brief politics mentioned/talked about, teasing, sexually charged situations/sex eluded to, gratuitous smut, fingering, oral, squirting, scissoring, spit, mommy kink, use of the word kitten, choking, we’re gonna call it snowballing, breeding kink, rough sex, derogatory dirty talk, I think that about sums it up…

Monday:

The flight wasn’t long, a little over two hours, just enough to finally have a breather from the constant and slightly stress inducing work week Heather’s team had had. You spent most of it on your work phone, queuing up social media posts and statements on Heather’s accounts, double checking her approval before you confirmed everything. You were going over the itinerary for the week with her assistant Cynthia when Heather came up, tsk'ing at both of you as she pinched your arm, leaving flutes of champagne on the table, reminding you both to relax as she disappeared into the back of the jet.

That was the one thing about travelling while part of the Dunbar team, it didn’t matter how work heavy the trip was going to be, she was always going to make sure everyone got to actually enjoy the trip too. There would likely be a couple of days book ending the work days to take advantage of amenities, explore the city or just relax on the beach. She had already pencilled in a few dinners and mini festivities into the agenda, spreading out the brown nosing and elbow rubbing that would need to be done on top of panels and meetings.

Landing in Florida you were whisked away to The Ritz-Carlton resort, naturally Heather had a one bedroom suite booked for herself with a separate living room where you would all meet whenever privacy was needed. She kept you in a smaller adjoining suite most trips, this one included, with Cynthia on the other side of your room. If anyone else was brought with, they were usually down the hall, giving them a little bit more space from the work side of things as they would likely only be needed once or twice during the week.

The resort was gorgeous, ocean views, beachfront property, multiple pools and plenty of things to keep you occupied. Four restaurants and bars, coffee shop and café, tennis courts, an entire golf course, fitness center, full service spa along with a plethora of outdoor activities included with your stay ranging from kayaking to horseback riding. There was absolutely no way that any of you would have a spare minute to be bored, not on a trip like this.

Check in was a breeze and you were escorted upstairs where you promptly told Heather you were crashing for a nap, the extra early morning meetings straight into the flight had utterly wiped you. Knowing that you’d been putting in far too many overtime hours, including over the weekend she had no complaints, heading out to explore the resort with Cynthia.

When you woke up a couple of hours later you thankfully felt refreshed and after a brief checking of your phone you decided to head downstairs to check out the gym. You wanted to get a run in and there was no way you were doing it outside midday, it may have been December but you were still in Florida. There were a few familiar faces downstairs that you said a friendly hello to or shared some small talk, and you were more than well aware of a Congressman’s eyes on your ass as you did your cool down stretching.

Back upstairs you could hear Heather on the phone in her room, and knowing there was either dinner or drinks happening tonight, you figured you would jump in the shower, getting ready and presentable for the evening. It gave you the warm up and rejuvenating time you would need, slipping into the more extroverted role you would have to play for the week, friendly, approachable and even a little flirty to everyone while remaining quick and smart as a whip to always come out on top and get all the support and backing you could.

Politics was a nothing but a game of strategy, after all.

Tuesday:

You knocked on the door leading to Heather’s adjoining suite, her voice calling out only a second later.

“It’s open.”

Opening the door, you stepped through it into the living room area, Heather glancing up from her laptop, “got a weird request.” You started, “you’re a master at French braiding and I’ve been trying and failing for like twenty minutes now.”

“You look dressed for golfing.” She commented, “you don’t know how to golf, my kids beat you at mini golf before they were ten. Are you seriously golfing?”

“Yeah.” You replied with a shrug, “I mean I’m not going to actually golf, I’m going to sit in the cart, serve drinks and bat my eyelashes until three more congressmen are wrapped around my finger.”

“And you need French braids for that because…?”

“Have you seriously not seen any of those videos going around?” You asked and she shook her head, “it’s like a trend, bartenders testing out hairstyles to see what makes the most tips and pig tails always wins. Double French braids count, so why not see if it makes any difference.”

“I’m not even sure I want to think about the logic behind that.” She grimaced, “but come here, sit.”

Heather gestured to the ottoman in the middle of the room and you followed her instructions, handing off the supplies you’d brought from your room. As you knew, she was an absolute whiz at it, after quickly combing through your hair she had one braid in and swiftly finished the other one, tying a tiny elastic around it. She tilted your head side to side to make sure it was even before tapping at your chin,

“Up. Face me.”

You did as asked, turning to face her, waiting as her eyes surveyed your outfit, short pleated white skirt and a patterned green and blue collared tank top, it tied at the bottom so just enough amount of skin would peek out and had a zipper on the top half that controlled the level of neckline.

“Cute.”

“Tony picked it out.”

“Not surprised.” She murmured, her fingers gently tugging the shirt down a little bit before the moved to the zipper, undoing it further than you previous had it, plucking at the fabric until she was satisfied with the amount of cleavage showing, “now, wear it like he would want you to.” You rolled your eyes but let her continue fixing the fabric, “there.”

“Am I free to go Ma’am?” You asked dryly and she chuckled at your tease.

“Have fun, but don’t get drunk, we’ve got that dinner tonight.”

“Heather I approved your schedule, I know.”

With a glance and a last thank you for the hair help, you disappeared back into your own suite before leaving to tackle the day.

Dinner that night was at KOJO, a high end Asian inspired restaurant with plenty of offerings to choose from and an extensive list of Soju ready to sample. It was an extended dinner, debating over politics, views, upcoming bills and legislations that everyone wanted heavy backing on. Plates of tofu bites, gyoza, truffled chicken wontons, wok fried green beans, boa buns and a plethora of sushi were passed around the table until everyone had had their fill.

Heather swiped the bill before a debate on how to split things up could even think about being started, earning her more brownie points than anyone else at the table. By the time the cheque was signed there were a handful of verbal agreements, some future lunches or meetings over cocktails planned for the week, and a few under the table handshakes securing offers.

A quick debrief was had in Heather’s suite before the others made their way out for the evening, either to bed or for a nightcap to wind down. Heather stepped out of her heels, letting out a soft sigh at the sensation, beginning to take off her jewellery, placing it back into the travel case.

“You did fantastic work tonight.” She praised, turning back to face you “how was golfing? Looks like you got some sun.”

“It was fine.” You shrugged, “secured Talbot’s support, flirted my way into Swanson’s good books even if it means I’ll have to have drinks later this week and promised to go on a date with his very eligible bachelor of a son when we’re back in town.”

“God.” She rolled her eyes, “talk about going above and beyond, you’ll never fail me sweetheart. You are a godsend; you know that right?” Her hands landed on your shoulders, squeezing gently as she smiled at you.

“Of course.” You grinned, “you always told me that hard work would pay off. And if I went for extra credit on trips like this… I’d be rewarded.”

“Ah…” her lips curved up into a smirk as her fingers trailed up your neck and across your jaw, “you’re still interested in that?”

“Of course.” You nodded.

“What about your little FBI agent?” She asked, stepping even closer to you as her thumb traced just under your lower lip and you let out a small scoff of a laugh.

“I seem to remember you having a husband.”

“Fair point.”

“She buys me nice things, I spend time with her that’s incredibly enjoyable for both of us, done deal. You know exactly how that works.”

“Good.” She husked, “because I was looking forward to seeing what you’ve got underneath this dress.”

Heather’s lips met yours and despite it being the first time of the trip, there was no gentleness to it as she completely dominated the kiss. Her tongue slunk into your mouth at the same time her fingers slipped underneath the straps of your dress, pushing them off your shoulders before snaking around you and pulling the zipper down. She shoved the fabric down, nudging at your hips to guide you to step out of it as she began to back toward the bed. While your lips moved with haste against each other, your hands made quick work of her dress, leaving her a luxurious lingerie set when the backs of her knees hit the bed.

She broke the kiss, her lips peppering across your jaw and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy sigh, your head rolling back, giving her prime access to your neck. Her teeth scraped across your skin and your breath caught in your throat, a small gasp leaving your lips when she actually bit you.

“Hey!” You swatted at her side, “busy week, no marks!”

“I won’t leave any visible ones, don’t worry.” She glanced at you with a devilish look in her eyes as her hands ghosted up your sides, “don’t be so demanding and you’ll get what you want.” Her fingers pinched at your nipples through your bra and you whined, “you want this, right?” She cocked a brow at you and you nodded, “words kitten...”

“Yes mommy…”

“That’s what I thought.”

Heather dropped down onto the edge of the bed, a quiet yelp leaving your lips as she tugged you into her lap, quickly ridding you of your bra. A hand tangled into your hair, pulling your mouth back to hers and her tongue was quick to sink into your mouth, rolling against yours as you moaned into the kiss, your arms loosely draped over her shoulders. She once again began trailing her mouth down your neck, softly this time to not earn any scolding from you as her hands slid up your sides. She groped at your chest, fingers rolling your nipples as she pinched them harder and harder with each roll. You couldn’t help but let out a louder moan, your head tipping back, body arching into her touch as you sank deeper into her lap. Leaning forward, her tongue flicked over your nipple before her lips wrapped around it, sucking it into her mouth, tracing around it with her tongue. Your hand slid into her hair, holding her tight to your chest as she continued to suck at it and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you when her teeth sunk into you skin.

“Oh fuck!” You whimpered out, a shiver running through your body as she did it again and you couldn’t help yourself, grinding down onto her lap, your cunt aching for friction as you tried to shift yourself over one of her thighs.

Heather chuckled darkly, nipping at your tit once more before one of her hands grasped your hips, grinding you down into her lap, “there she is… mommy’s desperate little slut.” Her free hand continued to play with your nipples, her tongue darting out to flick at them between her words. “If I’d known you were this needy I would’ve put a little vibrator in that pretty pussy of yours over dinner, gotten you absolutely drenched… made you keep your cool, try not to come in front of all those important people.” She chuckled again, “then again, you’re probably already soaked, aren’t you kitten?”

Her hand sunk between your legs, cupping at your heat, pressing the flimsy fabric into your pussy as her fingers massaged you. A smirk on her lips when she felt your juices soaking through, her hand pulled away only to spank your cunt and you gasped.

“Mommy please…”

Her fingers pushed your panties to the side, sliding through your folds a few times before she raised her hand, “open.” Your lips parted and she slid her fingers into them, smiling as you obediently closed your mouth to suck on her fingers, “it’s been a while, let me warm you up kitten.” She murmured, leaning forward to kiss across your neck again, “you know how much I love to play with my food before eating it. Love playing with your needy fucking cunt, feeling you squeezing around my fingers until you can’t take it anymore, begging like the whore you are. But you never really want me to stop, do you?” She nipped at your neck again, “because you know I love how sweet you taste, making you come on my tongue. You’re such a cum slut you love tasting yourself on my lips, sucking it off my tongue when you think I’m done with you.”

You couldn’t help but moan around her fingers, the wet patch on your panties practically destroying them as she continued to ruin you with her words.

“But you’re not just a cum slut are you?” She asked, teeth sinking into your chest again, “you’re such a needy whore for cock, you’ll do anything for it, isn’t that right? Just love being stuffed full, cock buried nice and deep inside your drenched cunt, just absolutely wrecked, hmm?” She sat back, eyes darkening with the way your lips were still wrapped around her fingers while you ground down into her lap. “Colour, kitten?”

Your eyes cracked open when she slipped her fingers out of your mouth, “green.” Your lips formed a pout when she didn’t move and a whine escaped your lips, “please… please mommy. I’ve been so good.”

“You have.” Her fingertip tapped the tip of your nose, “and good girls do get rewarded.” Her hands grasped your waist, nudging you off her, “so lie back and take off those pathetic excuse for panties so I can see that needy fucking pussy.”

You quickly shuffled back on the bed, dropping into the pillows as you tugged your underwear down your legs, tossing them to the side. Just as swiftly Heather moved through the room, grabbing a couple of spare towels to lay across the bed and you lifted your hips so she could arrange them properly. Your legs spread as she crawled back onto the bed, her hands ghosting up your thighs, spreading you even more open for her as she settled on her knees between your legs.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She cooed, her thumbs rubbing up your entrance, brushing just against your clit, “you know…if I hadn’t been so patiently waiting for this I think I’d tie you to the bedframe and leave you whining and whimpering until you were such a mess I would have to take care of you.”

“Heather!” You grumbled, your hips rocking down towards her touch.

Lightning fast, her hand shot up, circling around your throat, squeezing harder as she leant toward you, “you know better than that.” She growled, laughing darkly when she caught the way your lips curved up into a grin at the sensation when she squeezed harder.

“Sorry ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought.” Letting go of your neck she patted your jaw, “now… you’ve been doing so much hard work for me, such a good little kitten… you may come whenever you want understood?”

“Yes.” You nodded, sucking your lower lip into your mouth as you looked down at her, “please… please touch me!”

“Alright kitten.” She smirked, “you asked for it.”

Her fingers slid through you once more, smearing your juices around your cunt before two of them sunk into you and you let out a soft moan, your head falling back into the pillows. It was like it was pure muscle memory, just how quickly Heather’s fingers were able to fall into the rhythm that you liked so much, each thrust of her hand earning a breathier moan, pussy fluttering around her fingers already. She twirled her fingers around, bending them ever so slightly so her knuckles brushed across the extra sensitive spot inside you.

“Fuck…” You groaned, feeling yourself get wetter with each pass of her hand.

“Who knew you were this fucking desperate.” She chuckled, her fingers twirling once again so her finger tips could press into the same spot, pulling another gasp from you, “needy little whore’s gonna come in record time.”

Heather picked up the pace that she was fucking you, fingers pulling out more wetness with each flick of her wrist. Her other hand slid up your body, tilting your chin down so two of her fingers could slip into your mouth again, coating them with saliva before she pulled them out, spitting onto your pussy and using her wet fingers to start rubbing at your clit.

“Oh god!” You cried out, “harder please mommy! Oh fuck!”

“That’s it kitten…” she purred, “come for mommy. Let me see how big of a mess you can make.”

She increased the pressure of her hand, tight fast circles rubbed on your clit while the hand inside you pressed longer and harder against your g-spot with each thrust. Your thighs were already shaking and the sounds coming from your cunt were absolute sin, pleasure soaring through you higher and higher until you felt the coil deep within you burst and your pussy clamped down around Heather’s fingers, a strangled moan leaving your throat as you hit your peak and juices dribbled down your thighs, soaking the towel underneath you.

“Good girl…” her fingers slipped from you, bringing more wetness with them, “you’ve got another one in you, I know it.”

Sinking down to her stomach her hands clasped around your thighs as her mouth wrapped around your dripping cunt. She gave you no time to recover from your first orgasm, clit throbbing, pussy pulsing as her tongue swiped through it. You couldn’t help but moan, each one louder than the last, a string of breathy swears on you lips as the fire very quickly began to build underneath your skin again. Your nipples were hard in the cool air, your hands ghosting across your own body as you began to play with your chest, a shimmer of sweat glistening on your skin in the low light of the room while Heather ate you with expertise. Her nose bumped your clit and you couldn’t help but cry out, your hips jolting up off the bed,

“Fuck!” Your eyes scrunched shut and you pinched at your nipples, “s-so good mommy, feels..s-sooo good.”

Heather’s hands wound tighter around your legs, pinning you to the bed while her mouth continued to move against you, groaning over your taste. One of your hands sunk into her hair, unable to control yourself when her tongue flicked through you again and you couldn’t help but grind against her face, letting out a low moan as the sensations fluttered through you. Her fingers pinched at your skin as a warning and when your hand slightly tugged she pulled away from your cunt, turning her face so her teeth could sink deep into your thigh.

“Shit!” You swore, the pain mixing with pleasure as your thigh throbbed, clit puffy and swollen begging to be touched again.

“Greedy little thing.” She tsk’d, shaking her head at you before her tongue made a torturously slow lick through your pussy, just daring to flick at your clit. “I thought you were a good girl.”

“I am.” You whimpered, your body shaking with need, “please mommy. I’ll be good, I swear.”

“You better.” With a near growl she ducked down to your cunt again, this time lips wrapping around your clit, sucking it into her mouth to trace patterns with her tongue. Two of her slicked fingers came between your legs, sinking into your heat again, matching the tempo of her mouth.

“Oh god! Fuck!”

Your eyes shut even tighter, a glittering of stars behind them as she sucked your juices into her mouth. All you could feel between your legs was wetness and throbbing need, the sounds echoing around the room were pure filth as you begged her for more, begged her to not stop, that you were so close, just a little bit more. You felt like you were about to burst, the fire in your chest, tears in your eyes or cum out of your pussy you weren’t entirely sure. One of Heather’s hands slunk up your body, beginning to pinch and grope at your chest and her lips smirked against your skin at the way your body began to shake, you were putty in her hands and you both knew it.

“Right there.. oh ff-Uck!”

Your hands clawed at the bedsheets, back arching off the bed as your second orgasm hit you, cum leaking out of your pussy. Heather’s hand was soaked, your thighs smeared with your juices as her mouth finally popped off your clit.

“That good, kitten?” She asked with a knowing smirk, wiping her face and fingers on one of the towels.

“More, please.” You whined, chest heaving and she chuckled.

“More?” She raised a brow, “kitten there’s a puddle between your legs and you want more?”

“Want you to come…” you looked up at her with pleading eyes, “wanna feel your pussy.”

“You want to touch?” Her fingers slid into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her legs, “or you want me get off by grinding on your puffy pussy? You want mommy’s cum smeared all over your messy fucking cunt?”

“Yes!” You cried out, your pussy clenching at the thought already, a gasp leaving your lips when she spanked your cunt.

“Yes to which?”

“Second.”

“Dirty fucking slut. Just so eager to be as naughty as possible, hm?”

She raised a brow at you and all you could do was nod as she manhandled your body into position, turning you half onto your side and pulling up one of your legs, resting it against her shoulder. She dropped herself down onto you, letting out a soft moan at the feeling of your drenched cunt rubbing against hers. She began to rock her hips, smearing your juices together, coating herself with your cum as your eyes fluttered shut again and you were moaning before she even expected it.

“You like that?”

“Mmhmm…”

“Feels good doesn’t it?” She ground down on you harder, “so fucking wet and slick for me, such a good girl.” She pressed down harder, a gasp leaving her lips as her clit dragged over your pussy, “oh god..”

The desire for her own pleasure took priority over continuing to degrade or praise you as she continued to grind her cunt against yours, pleasure tickling under her skin. She could see the way your body was trembling, knowing just how sensitive you could be, it wouldn’t be long until you were coming again, gushing against her. Her free hand moved up her body, toying with her chest as her hips picked up the pace, fire prickling under her skin.

“Fuck.. oh yes…” her head dropped back as her eyes fluttered shut, “just like that…”

You had just enough energy to open your eyes at this point, staring up at her, watching as she rode you, the pool of wetness collecting between your legs growing with each roll of her hips. You felt the coil tightening inside you again, your clit swollen and slippery against her, it was almost too much, your body trembling at how sensitive you’d become.

“Mommy please!”

“Are you close already, you little slut?” She groaned, grinding down harder against you as she moved even faster, “gonna squirt again, make a fucking mess of mommy’s pussy?”

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded, biting down on your lip as hard as you could so the entire floor wouldn’t know what you were up to.

“Let go for me.” This groan was a little louder than the last, her thighs beginning to shake around you as the pleasure electrified her, shooting through her body, just about to burst at the seams. “Come with me, kitten.”

“Fuck!” You couldn’t help the cry, tears nearly prickling in the corners of your eyes as your body shuddered, juices gushing out once more and only a moment later you felt Heather trembling, a loud moan escaping her lips as the pool between your legs got another burst of liquid.

“Fuck…” she muttered, dropping your leg as she sat back on the bed, taking a moment to catch her breath. Her hand soothed up your leg, fingernails digging into the forming mark on your inner thigh, “colour?”

“Green.” You panted back, chest heaving and she laughed darkly.

“Good.”

You let out a gasp, your legs clenching shut around her when she suddenly dove down between your legs once again, her tongue lapping at your slick pussy, sucking and licking as much cum as she could into her mouth. Heather crawled over you, her hand closing around your jaw and you quickly opened your lips wide so she could spit the mixture into your mouth, watching as it pooled on your tongue, slowly dripping down into the back of your throat.

“Good girl.” She tapped your chin, her other hand closing around your neck as you swallowed the liquid down, “now, you still want my cock?”

“Yes, oh god yes.”

“Then roll over, hands on the headboard and don’t you even think of moving them? Understood?”

“Yes mommy.”

Heather surprised you with a new strap, larger than the one she would usually use, stretching you out, fucking you so incredibly deep all you could see were stars. Your knuckles white from clutching at the headboard as tightly as you were. The pillows muffled your cries as she made you come another two times around her cock before finally spilling her cum deep into your pussy, making sure you got every last drop of it before she pulled out. She chose not to torment you, letting you drop to the mattress as she held your hips up, playing with the lube, fingering it back into your heat as you whined. She slipped from the bed, placing the strap in the bathroom to be dealt with later.

“Jesus Christ.” You groaned.

“Satisfied?” She asked with a smirk.

“Very.”

“Good. You better be for the amount of mess you made.”

“I need a shower.” With a wince you pushed up from the bed, stretching out your stiff body, “maybe a Gatorade…”

“Take an extra reward in the morning, charge some room service breakfast to my room, I’ll expense it.”

You cast a look over your shoulder as you gathered your clothes, “it’s a work trip Heather, everything gets expensed…”

“You take the fun out of everything; you know that right?”

“Oh… I’m so sure.”

Wednesday:

Heather knocked on the unlocked door between your suites as she moved through it and you glanced up from your spot on the bed where you were working on your laptop.

“I’ve almost got your endorsement emails finished and ready to send out.”

“Good.” She smiled, “but that’s not why I’m here.”

You glanced at the time on your screen, “Heat, it’s barely ten a.m.…and I just showered.”

She laughed, shaking her head at you, “McKnight and Wallace want to barter it out over a game of doubles, I need a partner and we both know Cynthia is so uncoordinated she trips over her own feet walking.”

“You play tennis?”

“What else do you think I do at the country club?”

“Drink, gossip and trash talk?” You offered up and she paused, a chuckle escaping her lips.

“I suppose you’re not wrong. It was always more something of Rob’s interest, but if I’ve got the skill I figure I may use it.”

“You’re lucky I’ve got a good backhand.” Letting out a breath you closed your laptop, slipping off the bed, “but I’ve got to be back by two thirty, Durant booked us in for facials down at the spa.”

Her lips flicked up into a smirk, “play a good game of tennis and that won’t be the only facial you get today.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow.

“What?” She gently pinched at your chin, “we’re here all week, did you really think I’d only bring one flavour of lube? You always look so pretty down on your knees.”

“Focus.” You flicked her palm, “we’ve got a game of tennis to win.”

Thursday:

It was time for the excruciatingly boring day. While the week was pretty evenly balanced between meetings and socializing, Thursday was the jam packed schedule of all work. Brunch followed by a morning of assemblies, speaker after speaker droning on about what policies and procedures they thought were best and why everyone else should support them, the changes that should be made.

Lunch was a luxury buffet provided by the hotel, where the mood barely shifted from work as everyone mingled about the room making small talk with those they hadn’t gotten a chance with yet. Cocktails were served, which helped everyone loosen up a little bit and have a little bit more fun than otherwise, so that was the saving grace.

The afternoon was dedicated to the up and comers, a couple of assemblies catering to high school students, those with an interest in politics, debate team, federal jobs and the like. The others with very similar themes (though maybe more specialized) dedicated to university students who were very likely going to end up on the same career path. While the younger students were shuttled back to their schools when everything wrapped, the others were invited to a special cocktail hour to socialize, able to ask various levels of politicians or their teams whatever one on one questions they may have. It was good education for them and a fantastic opportunity for everyone to secure more support and hopefully votes when the time came. While it was mainly a group of people who had their eyes set on the White House, Congress or the Senate, there were also a scattered bunch that weren’t looking for that, rather just in the general field which meant you weren’t lucky enough to escape quite yet.

At the very least you were thankful cocktail hour also included tables and waiters with trays of hors d’oeuvres so you weren’t left completely starving until dinner. Heather managed to track you down while you were finishing up a chat with a couple of very promising looking up and comers, passing off both yours and her business cards, telling them to email to set up an appointment whenever they happened to be in D.C.

“Bored yet?” She asked with a tease, plucking a drink off a nearby station before handing the server a twenty.

“On the contrary, having the time of my fucking life.” You replied dryly and she chuckled, her eyes surveying the room and you watched as her gaze settled in on something and her brow raised. “Huh..”

“What?” You asked, not even bothering to find out where she was looking.

“Looks like Jackie’s just about finished up her day. I should send you over with a drink.”

“What?” You laughed, “are you pimping me out now?”

“No,” she swatted at your arm, “but it would be a shame if she had to leave alone. And I did miss out on a rather fun night, the opportunity just happens to be presenting itself.”

“You are insatiable…”

“You love it.” She smirked over the rim of her glass and you huffed.

“I’m exhausted. I’d love it if there was at least one night you would just let me sleep. It’s no wonder you have to keep multiple sugar babies around to stay satisfied.” Finishing your drink you placed it down on an empty table, “I want to go upstairs, put on pyjamas and order room service.”

“You’re no fun.” She scoffed.

“Then go have yours.” You laughed.

“I’m not going to fuck her alone.” She muttered, “c’mon, just one drink, we’ll go down to the beach bar that has the good mojitos.”

“One drink.” You reluctantly agreed, “there is a pizza with my name on it.”

Friday:

At the very least, Heather let you sleep in today, which you were incredibly thankful for. You got a late morning workout in, swung by the café to grab a bite to eat before heading out on something that was a mix of a pub crawl and an afternoon of meetings. The group bopped around all of the hotels in the area, taking in the sites, learning about the amenities and bonuses that each location had while enjoying a drink and a few appetizers at each location. The trip extended outside the resort area as you were shown a few of the cities main attractions while you continued to rub elbows and play politics.

Returning back to the hotel you were happy to retreat to your empty room, enjoying the air conditioning for a bit while you drafted up a couple of things. Once satisfied, you knew you only had a couple days of sunshine left before heading back to the dreary Washington weather and figured you should probably take advantage of the private terrace. You changed into your bikini, grabbed a couple of books and draped across one of the loungers on your stomach.

It was only when you jolted awake to something cold dripping onto your back that you realized you’d fallen asleep. Heather’s hand soothed up your back a moment later,

“Can’t have you burning.” She muttered, “how long have you been out here?”

You glanced at your watch, “couple hours.” You let out a gentle groan when her thumb dug into your shoulder blade, “you sure that’s sunscreen?”

“If it was lube I wouldn’t be rubbing your shoulders, that’s for sure.” She chuckled, wiping off any of the excess on a spare towel before her hands slid up the back of your thighs, just daring to grope at your ass, “but if that’s something you’re interested in I’m sure it could be arranged.” Her fingers began toying with the strings of your suit, “first you’ve got to roll over for me though. I know Tony wouldn’t suggest a new suit unless your tits looked spectacular.”

Rolling your eyes as you laughed you rolled over onto your back, pushing yourself up to sitting so you were on display for the other woman, “happy?”

“Mmm. That man has fantastic taste.” She tugged at the straps, letting the triangles of fabric fall from your skin, “now let’s get you inside before anyone overhears you…”

Saturday:

A morning yoga class with Jackie before lounging on the beach to start your day off, trying to take advantage of the sunshine and ocean air before the humidity hit and it was simply too hot to be in the direct sun. You only briefly parted ways, picking up lunch on your way back to your room to eat while you finalized a few more work things before jumping in the shower.

Just before dinner time you were headed down to the docks, the final item on your agenda of the day being a party on the very large and luxurious yacht of the Florida governor. Cocktails, beer and liquor were plentiful, appetizers on trays of wandering servers while everyone got relaxed and chatting. Dinner would be served at eight, succulent plates of surf and turf, including freshly caught seafood while wine was refilled, a glass never empty the entire evening.

It was much more party centered than anything else that week, people getting comfortable, letting loose, secrets quietly spilling from lips as the sun sunk in the sky. A sense of playfulness drifted over the boat, wine changed into hard liquor and shots, small talk began to edge the line of dirty talk while people began to disappear to different decks or down small hallways.

Heather found you returning from the bathroom, stepping out onto one of the side decks for some fresh air. A moment after resting on the railing her hands were on either side of you and a shiver ran down your spine as her lips pressed into your skin.

“I just know there’s a gorgeous set of lace underneath this dress and I am absolutely dying to see it.” Her teeth nipped at your neck, “you wouldn’t deprive mommy of that would you? It is our last night after all.”

You let out a soft moan, turning so your back was resting against the railing, “when did they say they we’re docking next?”

“Ten forty five.”

“Enough time for one more drink then.” With a smirk you moved around her, a sway to your hips that had her eyes glued on your ass as you wandered back towards the bar.

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storiesofsvu · 1 month ago

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Kattsholidaybingo2024

Yup!!! It's that time again!!

Prompts are all winter/Christmas/Holiday related! They do NOT have to specifically be Christmas, you can write/create about ANY holidays/traditions that occur this time of year!

More details and rules under the cut!

Submissions can be anything, ranging from a moodboard, a fic, bullet point headcanons, gif sets, social media AU's, a one shot or you could link each square together and make each one chapter of a series.

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Fics can be done in any style/whatever you prefer! Ships, reader insert, OC's, mix and match throughout. Crossovers from different shows/fandoms, stick with one, try out something new, it's all welcome and encouraged!

As per usual, EVERY fandom is welcome and included, there are no limitations to what you can create for this! We all just want to have some fun and see some cute holiday things!

Rules:

You must tag me ( @storiesofsvu )

Use the hashtag #kattsholidaybingo2024 on each creation and I will put together a masterlist (either as we go or when it's all done)

Bingo begins November 28th and runs until January 16th.

You may only submit ONE creation PER DAY and only one square per creation.

Include all and every appropriate warnings at the top of the fic near the summary.

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If you are participating in the bingo please do your best to share with your friends and reblog other's creations! <3

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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A Dangerous Game Masterlist

Emily Prentiss x reader

Summary: Emily and yn meet in a dive bar, instantly connecting and feeling the fiery passion between them. What's meant to only be a one night stand instantly complicates the next morning when yn walks into her new placement within the FBI in the BAU under Unit Chief Prentiss. While it's obvious that they can't continue whatever it was they had neither of them can resist the pull of one another. What starts as lingering glances and brushes of fingertips gets explosive when hotel rooms are shared and the attraction of the forbidden fruit. They do their best to keep their secret, that each time is supposed to be the last, but how long can you keep a secret around a team of profilers?

Will include some fluff, lots of smut (feature daddy!emily), naturally some hurt/comfort cause I can't resist and the typical BAU case violence and drama. All chapters will be tagged appropriately! DM/comment/send an ask to be added to the taglist if you're not!

Playlist Here!

Yn’s Alexandria house

Chapter 1**

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4**

Chapter 5**

Chapter 6**

Chapter 7**

Chapter 8

Chapter 9**

Chapter 10

Chapter 11**

Chapter 12

Chapter 13**

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20**

Chapter 21

Chapter 22**

Chapter 23

Series Completed!

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Happy new year ❤️

So… do you still write for Alex Cabot? 🫣

If you do, would you mind if I send a request using the 100 smut dialogue prompt?

100) "Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

Alex Cabot x fem!reader warnings: language, alcohol, mildly jealous alex, some smut. just a little drabble.

You’d invited Alex to join you and your friends tonight, but knowing just how much work she had to do, she politely declined but said she would meet you in a few hours to walk home with you. So you went out and had a great time with your friends, catching up on how times had changed, who was seeing someone new, basically any kind of gossip you could get your hands on. As any girl’s night out, the laughter and bright conversation had caught the eye of a group of guys who were out doing the same thing but also trying to hook up. While none of you were interested in that, you were interested in getting free drinks even if you had to flirt your way into them.

The guy who seemed to be most interested in you was James, and honestly, he wasn’t that bad. It was as if he caught on that it was kind of an act, that he wasn’t going to get anything out of you, especially when you bought a round of shots for the two of you. But he kept great conversation, told actually funny jokes and was decent company for the meantime. What you weren’t aware of was that Alex had entered the bar, lingering across the room as her eyes narrowed in your direction. She knew there was no threat, but she still felt something she didn’t like when his hand lingered on your forearm. She watched as he got a phone call, apologizing to you, saying what looked like goodnight and slipped out of the bar, then she picked up her phone and sent you a text. She watched again, a grin on her lips as you slid open the message, your brow furrowing before you glanced up around the bar, finally finding her across the room and making your way to her.

“Stalker much?” You greeted with a tease and she rolled her eyes.

“Would have hated to interrupt that.” She gestured towards where you’d been sitting and you laughed, leaning in to kiss her gently.

“Oh please. You would’ve loved putting him in his place.”

"Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you." She murmured, her lips ghosting over yours as her hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tangling into your hair to pull you impossibly close.

“Yeah? And why is that?” You cocked a brow and she shot you a warning look.

“Because you know who you belong to.”

“You might have to remind me on that one…. I may have gotten distracted.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart.” Her lips finally met yours, lingering just long enough to get a taste of her that would leave you craving for the real thing before she pulled away, “by the time I’m done with you you won’t even remember your own name.”

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storiesofsvu · 6 months ago

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You probably already answered this recently and im probably just blind as a bat here but:

What you got in that WIP/To-be-written pile?

Cant wait to know what i have to look forward to!

-Ara

hahha it's all good! i tried to find it to link but i couldn't s... here's what we've got (for one shots. series i'm not including lol)

Elana Barth x reader-> mommy kink smut

Byran Kneef-> where yn's been teasing him all day and now he's going to tease her relentlessly back and be a little mean

Casey Novak x Rita Calhoun -> fluffy morning after (established relationship)

Sonny Carisi --> relationship angst where they come to a realization that while they thought they wanted the same thing, opinions change.

CM ladies mega smut -> yn friends w JJ, briefly and casually dated Em before Paris, briefly and casually dated Alex when she was on the team and now has just met Tara and is trying not to drool. Makes a joke to Em about how she doesn't know who to go home with and Em takes matters into her own hand.

Derek Morgan --> soft reassuring smut ending with some squirting

DiNozzo -> One first morning after fluff -> One first date fluff

Emily -> secret marriage fluff where the team finally finds out who she's married to

Hotch -> fluffy semi established relationship, fools in love kinda thing with a twist -> sneaky courtroom bathroom quickie ->developing relationship, protective hotch, stay the night fluff -> fluffy, developing relationship morning at work fluff

Poly Barhoun -> meeting somewhat shy/inexperienced yn at a sex club where they take her home and show her the ropes

-> pegging smut

Sonya Paxton -> comforting fluff. yn and her met outside of work post rehab stint. sonya hesitant about coming clean about her past.

Rita Calhoun -> sub rita smut. she's had a long, stressful week and yn takes it upon herself to make sure her weekend starts off in higher spirits

Addison Montgomery -> super fluffy, first kiss/first admittance of feelings.

Joe Velasco -> idiots in love trope, involving the whole squad

-> yn, bruno and joe find themselves sharing a hotel room while at an out of town conference with some rather loud and rambunctious neighbours. they figure if you can't beat 'em, join them... and have some fun of their own.

Abigail Borin -> daddy smut. pwp

Amelia Sheherd -> developing relationship super fluffy cuteness ->blooming flirtation fluff

As for series:

Alex Blake has one: fluffy, hurt/comfort

Rafael Barba: one spicy, fluffy one -> one mainly fluffy, sorta poly!barhoun harvard au style mini series

Heather Dunbar: -> three, all spicy fluffy, one with a bit of h/c -> one political thriller that's poly heather x jackie x reader

Hotch: -> 2 fluffy, semi spicy ones

Rita Calhoun -> 4. 2 AU's that are mainly spicy with a hint of drama. 1 mega fluffy. 1 fluff, hurt/comfort

Emily Prentiss -> one mainly fluff with a hint of thriller

One that's a CM and SVU crossover but i haven't figured out details and pairings yet!

I've also been going through prompt lists recently like i did when i first started writing to find ones that stand out to me and then assign them to character/see if anything sparks a good idea in my head. I either haven't been getting requests recently, or they're ones that have ONLY been the prompt and it hasn't sparked anything. I also deleted a bunch of stuff that was in my WIP folder cause it had been sitting too long without any work being done on it cause again, no ideas on how to flesh things out.

#WIP #on the docket #storiesofsvu

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Hey besties.

So thanks to an influx of new followers and from different fandoms and interesting requests I’ve been getting I figured it was needed to repost this.

Things I WILL NOT write for:

-Non con or even CNC

-Age gaps. (Realistic ones are fine. But i refuse to do 18 year old super genius yn who graduated Harvard already and 40+ year old character falls in love with them).

-Basically YN under the age of 30. I’m in my mid 30’s and most people in the industries that my fics involve would be in that age rage, or even older. if you’re looking under, go elsewhere.

-Underage yn’s. If you want a fic where yn is the chlld this is NOT the place.

-stories involving losing virginities. While i may write someones first experience with the the same sex, or a specific style, i do not write virgin characters

-pregnant y/n’s. It’s very rare I will accept requests involving pregnancy

-Male yn’s. Nothing against it but as a female, esp when it comes to smut I’m uncomfortable writing it.

-Same goes for medical conditions. There are certain that I am familiar with or are easier to research or I have close friends who can give insight to, otherwise i feel like I’m not doing it justice and also dont want to offend. Dm or send an ask if you have specific questions.

WHO I Write For:

(just because there is someone on my masterlist does not mean i still write for them. i only write this list.)

Law and Order(SVU/OC/ OG)

-Rita Calhoun, Casey Novak, Elizabeth Donnelly, Alex Cabot, Olivia Benson, Grace Muncy, Tonie Churlish, Melinda Warner, Pippa Cox, Sonya Paxton, Amanda Rollins, Peter Stone, Mike Dodds, Joe Velasco, Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Terry Bruno.

-Ayanna Bell, Samantha Maroun

-Calex, Barhoun, Calvak, Novelly, Benhoun.

Criminal Minds:

Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Alex Blake, Tara Lewis, Aaron Hotchner

House of Cards:

Heather Dunbar, Jackie Sharp

-Duckie (heather x jackie)

Homeland:

Elizabeth Keane

Grey’s Anatomy/Private Practice:

-Addison Montgomery, Amelia Shepherd, Charlotte King

NCIS:

Abigail Borin, Anthony Dinozzo

Chicago PD:

Hailey Upton, Kim Burgess, Erin Lindsay, Kevin Atwater

DM/Ask box for taglists!

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storiesofsvu · 1 year ago

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Random ask time! What's your favourite fic you've written? What's your fave fic by someone else?

Oooo okay. So i did a couple. Some one shots & some series, for a few diff fandoms cause i cannot pick just one 😂(for myself)

By others:

Please by @iamnotoriginalphil (alex blake)

I might be on crack, i cant find the link so have this story instead!

And

office hours by @happenstnces (alex blake)

Cherry Blossoms Emily fluff. Just super cute & makes me wanna die in how many cavities i gave myself

Post Its Tara super cute fluff with teasing from the team.

Show Off v dirty Hotch smut. Its currently the piece of work with the most notes. (I hope emily to overtake that soon lol)

Classified Affairs Heather Dunbar (House of Cards) series. She’s readers s*gar m*mmy and everythings hella spicy at first until its just one twist after the next & it turns a lil political.

Im just really proud of how everything came together with it & how intense of a story it turned out to be, cause that was not the original plan 😂

Serendipitous Secrets & Surprises

An SVU series that of what should be canon. It begins introducing yn to the squad & reintroducing old characters (to be included into a lawyer based spin off show). Eventually yn’s wife is revealed & then we continue down that story line that i pulled from canon itself. Im just really proud of how well it reads like an ep of the show, and how much it deserves to be canon LOL

Mr Pickles

A one shot excerpt of “SSS the early years” prequel that I wrote that covers like, 20 some years of yns relationship with her wife & the moments that tied everything back to one thing.

#emily prentiss #alex blake #tara lewis #aaron hotchner #rita calhoun #heather dunbar

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storiesofsvu · 1 year ago

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20 author Questions

I was tagged by @scorpsik @prentiss-theorem @introverted-author @blackbird-brewster

How many works do you have on AO3?

322

What's your total AO3 word count?

1,841,883

What fandoms do you write for?

Criminal Minds, Law & Order, NCIS, Grey’s Anatomy/Private Practice, Homeland, House of Cards, Chicago PD

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Classified Affairs (Heather Dunbar)

A Dangerous Game (Emily Prentiss)

Penthouse of Sugar (Multi)

I Don’t Share (Emily Prentiss)

Sugar Mommy (Rita Calhoun)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

90% of the time I do! Sometimes on tumblr they got lost I the notifications and I forget, but I do my best to always reply unless it was a negative comment or someone asking for a part 2 when Ive clearly stated I won’t do a pt 2

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

You Promise Me? (casey novak)

Fault (Emily prentiss)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Paper Rings (rita Calhoun)

The Nanny with Benefits (Poly!Barhoun)

Do you get hate on fics?

Yup. Usually it’s not as an actual reply because people are cowards and like to hide behind the gray anon face. It generally doesn’t bother me.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sure do! Mainly reader insert, but all kinds of kinks, there’s not much I won’t write.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Oh very much so! I think the craziest one would be the Elizabeth Keane x reader x Hether Dunbar. Just cause of logistics lol.

Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

Yup. And major thanks to the person who alerted me of it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever co-writtten a fic before?

I haven’t. I do give a lot of thanks to my mutuals for spitballing and helping come up with ideas for stuff. I have talked about co writing things but considering real life taking up so much time I doubt it would happen.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Calvak. Barhoun.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Unexpected Circumstances. It was one of the very first things I ever wrote and I don’t have any motivation to get back to lol

What are your writing strengths?

Characterization, constantly coming up with ideas, lots of inspiration, I do think I’m pretty good at what I do lol

What are your writing weaknesses?

Real life burnout draining me to the point of no motivation. Also the adhd not being able to focus. Not to mention, too many ideas sometimes does fuck me over lol

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Like it. If I need something on the fly I usually just use google translate and hope for the best, but if it’s for more than that I’ll reach out to someone who speaks it.

First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter lol

Favorite fic you've ever written?

Serendipitous Secrets and Surprises

Classified Affairs

Her Everything.

No Pressure Tags: @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart @rustyzebra @demonicbaby666 @five-bi-five-mind

#tag game #personal #writing game #writing tag game

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Who’s your favorite character to write? In general or in each fandom if you can’t choose lol <3

hmmmm....

i think it definitely depends. as you can obviously tell i'm pretty fixated on the CM ladies right now, but there's still a soft spot in my heart for the other fandoms.

For SVU it's gotta be Rita. she's just such a complex character with so many layers and so much to explore and discover. She can be written a couple of different ways depending on the fic, her sharp, cold lawyer exterior or the super softie that she is at home with her partner kinda thing.

For CM: i think it's Emily. again, with the complex and layers shit. She's got such a big backstory that you can play with, and who doesn't love a good Lauren arc centred fic?! like there's SO much you can play with just based on that one storyline alone.

otherwise it kinda just depends on what mood i'm in for fluff/angst/smut. If i'm feeling suuuper smutty, then it's obvi gonna be a Heather Dunbar fic. She's also super good to play around with pure angst when it comes to break ups/toxic relationships lol.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Please more Olivia Benson and Heather dunbar smut🙏🏻

I dont write for olivia anymore bestie.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Boredom Cure

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, smut, derogatory talk, dirty talk, mommy kink, face fucking, choking, spanking, the tiniest bit of cum play. it's heather... you guys know what to expect by now... Covers the "rough sex" square for @thatesqcrush 's kink bingo. Also covers the prompts requested by @ms-calhoun 😘

You were bored. And lonely. And horny.

Three things that didn’t go together very well for you when Heather was working in the home office.

You’d scrolled through your phone until what felt like the end of time, watched a couple of episodes of tv and even gotten so bored that you’d cleaned out the fridge. You thought about making dinner, strictly to kill the time, but it was far too early for that, besides you were pretty sure you remembered Heather saying something about dinner plans already. It was probably somewhere fancy, to make up for her having to work on a day off so you knew better than to ruin your appetite. Though, that did nothing about satisfying the other appetite that was gnawing through you right now.

When she found out she had to work that morning, Heather had told you to stay in bed and keep sleeping, and because of the lay day you hadn’t bothered to change out of pyjamas. It was more comfortable in cotton shorts and a tank anyways if all you were going to be doing was lounging around the house. You let out a soft sigh, padding your way through the house and up the stairs to Heather’s office, lingering in the doorway.

“You need something kitten?” She asked, her brow raising over the rim of her glasses.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t on a video call before I came in.”

“Just paperwork.” She replied, her gaze returning to it as you moved through the room.

“M’bored.” You mumbled, dropping down into her lap, legs on either side of her hips and she let out a little huff.

“And that’s my problem because?” The pen in her hand didn’t stop moving across the paper and you let out sigh.

“M’ also lonely. This place is so big it doesn’t even feel like you’re in the same house.”

“You’re more than welcome to bring a book or the iPad with earphones in here, why do you think I have a couch in the office?”

“There’s one more issue.”

“If you’re hungry just have the housekeeper throw something together for you.” She pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “our dinner reservation isn’t until eight.”

“I already had a snack.”

“Then what is it?” She let out a soft sigh, putting down the pen and turning her gaze to you. She was pretty sure she’d already figured it out, but on the off chance that there was actually something wrong, she didn’t want to seem dismissive.

“I’m horny…” you whined and she rolled her eyes with a groan, picking her pen back up.

“And I’m working kitten. You know that.”

“Take a break? Please?” You dramatically pouted, your fingers playing with the buttons of her blouse and her free hand swatted them away.

“You’ll get what you want after dinner. I promise.”

“Please mommy?” You whined once again, “I really want you now.” You leant down, pressing a kiss into her neck and her hand tangled into your hair, tugging you back up to meet her steely gaze.

“You call that begging? Sorry kitten, but you’re going to have to do a little better than that if you want me to fuck you.” She gently pushed you off her lap, sliding her chair further into her desk so you couldn’t attempt to climb back onto her lap and returned to her work.

“Can I just take care of myself then?”

“Absolutely not.” She didn’t even glance up from her work, “you know the rules.”

You let out a whiney ‘humph’, pouting in her direction before you admitted defeat and turned, leaving the room. She wanted you to try harder, you could definitely play that game.

Heather didn’t think much of it when you disappeared from her office, hearing you wander down the hallway to what she assumed was the bedroom. The door squeaked a little bit as you swung it almost closed and a quiet playlist began to echo from door the hall as to not disturb Heather while she was working. She knew that either you had found a way to occupy yourself, or you were about to put on a fucking show and she’d be punishing you after dinner instead of pleasuring you. She was thinking it was going to be the latter, considering you’d already been playing into your brat mood and was pleasantly surprised when there was no show of moans or whirring of vibrators.

She managed to actually get a decent chunk of work done, a brief video call with her assistant who was in the office that day and was drafting up an email to be sent off in the morning when you reappeared in the doorway to the office nearly an hour later. Though this time you were dolled up, hair curled loosely around your shoulders, face dressed with classy make up, a bold red lip even. You had a pale cream robe on, the tie not fully done up so Heather could get a peek of the baby blue lingerie set underneath, complete with stockings and Louboutin’s on your feet. Her hand darted out to her laptop, saving the email as a draft as her eyes dragged up your body, with a sly grin she closed the laptop, putting both it and the paperwork off to the side, neatly stacking her glasses on top while she leant back in her chair. Her head tilted as her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a brow raising in curiosity as she finally caught you eye.

“You got something there?” She asked, nodding toward the way your hands were hiding behind your back and you let out a mischievous giggle.

“They say toys help with boredom, right?” You swung the satin bag into her view, dangling from your forefinger and she let out a soft chuckle, “you said to do better,” you shrugged, glancing down at your outfit, I think I did?”

“Let me see kitten.” She prompted and you smiled, moving through the room to drop the bag onto her desk gently.

With a coy smile you fully undid the robe, letting it droop over your shoulders before you dropped it to the floor and Heather made an approving hum. You couldn’t help but giggle, slowly turning around so she could get the full view of your outfit.

“Well you certainly are dressed for it.” She cooed, “but I do believe I required you to beg for it.”

“May I touch you mommy?” You asked softly, stepping toward her chair and she nodded, a grin on her lips. In turn you straddled her, gently dropping into her lap your hands cupping her cheeks as you let out a little giggle.

“You’re so needy today kitten.” She purred and you felt the heat shoot through your body.

“I just miss you.” You leant forward pressing a kiss into the crook of her neck, “missed the way you touched me,” your lips started a trail up to her ear, “missed the way your cock felt buried in my needy pussy.” You nipped at her earlobe, “I need you to fuck me mommy.” You whined, face coming up to gaze at her, “please…I need to feel your fingers, your mouth, your cock, I’ll do anything. I’ll be your good little girl, get on my knees? Beg you to fuck my face? I promise mommy… if you wanna spank me I’ll gladly accept it.”

“You like to be spanked?” Heather’s brow raised, a grin on her cheeks, “okay, then I’ll give you a good spanking.”

You let out a shriek of a giggle as she lifted you off her lap, spinning you to face her desk, her hands groped at your ass as she stood behind you. They ghosted up your sides, roaming around to the front of your body, pawing at your chest through the blue lace and your breath caught in your throat. A moan escaped your lips as hers met the crook of your neck, first kissing their way up to your ear before nipping at your earlobe, teeth scraping against your tender skin as she made her way back down, this time she bit sharply into your pulse point and let out a dark chuckle when your body arched into her.

“Did you bring mommy any toys to spank you with?” She husked against your skin.

“No.” You whined, ass pressing back against her, “want you to leave a handprint.”

“You really are horny.” She chuckled and you nodded furiously, head dropping against her shoulder as she sucked and bit a mark into your neck.

While she had you distracted, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her lips on your skin one of her hands wound around you, making sure the desk was clear minus the small pile of her things on the side. Her hand moved back around, landing between your shoulder blades and she shoved you down over the desk, your chest meeting the cold wood. Her hand slid down your spine, pressing your lower back so you were tight against the desk, her foot kicking your legs apart while her other hand squeezed at your hip. Her fingers slipped into the band of your panties, trailing against the skin just underneath, admiring your ass in the lacy thong, they gave one final squeeze at you the curve of your ass before vanishing from your skin.

“No need to count today kitten, you’ve been good.” She cooed softly and you involuntarily let out a little shiver.

The first spank came down hard, though Heather was never really one to do things softly, even if it wasn’t a punishment, but you were more than well accustomed to it by now. A soft sigh was all that escaped your lips and she smiled at the way they curved up into a grin as your eyes fell shut once again. Your hands were softly braced beside you on the desk, anticipating the hits to get harder and closer together, knowing Heather would no doubt keep going until you were a dripping whining mess. The back of her hand swatted sharply at your other cheek and you knew she wasn’t about to take her sweet time tonight, you’d asked to be marked, and she would be following through on her promise. You felt the tingles starting to build through your body, letting out another shiver right before she spanked you again, this time twice quickly in succession and you moaned.

“Good girl.” Her hands came up to massage at your prickling skin, pressing the cheeks together before prying them apart, snapping your thong against your body. She laughed at the way your back arched, your body pressing back towards her touch, nearly stumbling as you instinctively stepped toward her. She took that chance to smack at the curve of your ass where it met your thigh, repeating the action on the other side and you whined.

“Mommy please…”

“Harder?”

“Yes please. As hard as you can.”

She surveyed you for a moment, watching your heavy breathing, the way your thighs would twitch and she knew your pussy was doing the same. Her open hand came down onto your ass next, fingers splayed and you let out a groan, your brow furrowing and she could feel the sting in her hand herself, not waiting a second to repeat the exact moment in the exact same spot another two times before swapping over to the other cheek.

“Fuck….” You groaned through gritted teeth.

Heather gave you a moment to recover, her fingers swiftly unbuttoning her blouse, dropping it to the chair behind her, she’d long abandoned her shoes since she was working from home, and slipped her pants off. You let out a soft moan as her hands clutched at your hips, the feeling of her bare skin hot against yours. She leant over your body, teeth biting into your skin, alternating between kissing, sucking and nipping at your skin while her hands pinched at your ass and thighs, nails digging into your burning body. By the time her lips met the small of your back she straightened herself up, taking a step back from you so she could get a big swing in before spanking you another six times, fast, hard, with barely any time in between.

“Oh god!” You cried out and your body trembled against the desk, fingers attempting to dig into the wood. The final spank came between your legs, a little softer this time to not hurt you, right on your puffy pussy, throbbing with desire.

“That feel good kitten?”

“Yes…” you whined out, breath coming out in pants.

“Hand me that bag, let mommy see what you’ve brought to use.”

You arm reached out, nearly shaking as you blindly searched out the bag and passed it to her. She let out a little chuckle as she opened it, pulling out the strap and dildo inside, “you sure you meant to grab this one? It’s the biggest one we have; it was only three weeks ago you were saying you couldn’t take it.”

“I can!” You nearly shot back, your eyes opening and looking back at her with a plead written across them, “promise.” She watched you for a moment, her hand stroking at the globe of your ass before stepping into the strap

“You know your word?”

“Mango.”

“Good girl.”

Heather left a softer spank on your ass before she tugged down your underwear, guiding you to kick it off before she settled behind your hips again. Her hand dipped between your thighs, fingers not waiting to delve straight into your dripping cunt, she could already see it glistening in the light of the office while she was spanking you. She also knew just how much you loved to be spanked, and that it was more than enough to get you going, get your pussy fluttering over nothing, slick with juices and begging to be fucked. Two fingers pumped into you, curling at just the right spot and you let out a loud moan, hips pushing back against her as she started to fuck you harder, as deep as her fingers would allow. They stretched, twisted and scissored and your moans turned into whines, body sparking with fire as you started the climb to reach your peak. She slid a third finger in and you let out a yelp,

“Fuck!” Your hips shot back to her and she chuckled at how eager you were already, “god your fingers feel so good mommy.”

“Yeah?” She asked with a tease, “you like it when I fuck you like this?” Her hand began to pound into you, the obscene sounds of your drenched cunt echoing through the room. You let out a loud moan, barely able to catch your breath as your body began to tremble against the desk, your thighs shaking around Heather’s hand as you cried out, juices dribbling down your legs as your orgasm shot through you.

“Oh god…” you gasped in an attempt to catch your breath.

Behind you Heather let out a low chuckle, her fingers slipping from your pussy and she stepped closer to you. You thought she was about to line the toy up with your pussy but instead her slicked fingers trailed over your lips and you opened your mouth wider to suck her fingers into you, moaning over the taste of you on the digits. She kept your mouth stuffed with her fingers while the other hand circled around the dildo, lining it up with your needy cunt before she slowly started to sink it in, inch by inch, shallowly thrusting.

You moaned heavily around her fingers, your eyes scrunching shut until she was fully seated within you, your hips pushing back against hers. One hand still buried in between your lips, coated with drool, the other one settled on your hip and she pulled out nearly all the way before thrusting back in, deeper than she’d ever been inside you. Her cock stretched you wider than ever before, the slight sting washing through you before complete pleasure took over and you were groaning and whining around her fingers. As she started a brutal pace her hand started to fuck your mouth with the same vigour, each thrust of her hips crashing yours into the desk in front of you and you knew you’d have bruises the next morning.

“God kitten, you take it so fucking well, mommy’s good little whore aren’t you?” Her fingers slipped from your mouth so she could get a proper hold on your hips and the moan you let out was the loudest yet.

“Fuck! Oh… fuck! Cock feels so good.” You cried out, your body absolutely burning. With each thrust Heather dragged past every inch of your pussy that you craved, the stretch one that was driving you insane and you knew you’d never be able to get enough of it. “Harder mommy!”

“Yeah?” Her speed lowered for a moment so she could fuck so deeply and hard into you the desk nearly rocked forward and you let out a wanton moan, “like that kitten?”

“Yes!” You shrieked, “oh fuck please! Don’t stop!”

“You gonna come for me dirty girl?” She husked, her cock continuing to pound into you, your pussy fluttering around it with each thrust. Your fingers clawed at her desk, eager for something to grasp on to, pleasure coursing through your body. Heather’s fingers tangled into your hair, tugging heavily and you let out another moan as she pulled your head up off the desk, using it for leverage as she fucked you deeper than you could ever have imagined.

“More! Please, more!” Your cry was strangled, voice raw from the begging, the fire coursing through you as Heather’s thick cock plunged into you, wet squelching bouncing off the walls.

Your begging prompted her free hand to spank at your ass, each time harder than the one before until there were tears brimming in your eyes. The hand in your hair shifted, shoving you face first back onto the desk before it snuck around your neck closing around the front of your throat and you felt your cunt clench around her, letting out the best whine you could as she squeezed tighter and tighter.

“That’s it kitten.” She panted, “I know you’re close, be a dear and come for mommy, won’t you? That pretty pussy of yours is soaked, stretched so wide over my cock, I know how good you must feel.”

You could feel your entire body tingling, tears leaking down your cheeks as her fingers squeezed at your throat harder than before, a series of sharp spanks on your ass, a few with the back of her hand, knuckles cracking against your skin. Your hips crashed into the front of the desk again before the spanking hand wound around you, furiously rubbing at your clit and you felt the coil burst within you. The loudest cry you could let out through your choking echoed through the room, cunt clenching down around her thickness so tightly she nearly had to still her thrusts, juices dripping down both your thighs as your orgasm wrecked through you.

There was barely time to recover before the hand around your throat sunk into your hair once again and she yanked you up by it, her cock slipping out of your pussy as she turned you to face her. The hand in your hair forced you to your knees while the other one yanked at your bra ripping the offending fabric off your body and she let out a soft groan.

“Such pretty fucking tits.” Her hand sunk lower to pinch at your nipples and you shuddered, aftershocks running through your body still, “open that pretty mouth, you know what to do.”

Your lips eagerly parted, tongue extending out of your mouth as you awaited her cock. She slapped it against your tongue a few times before sinking it into your mouth and you gagged as it hit the back of your throat. One of her hands came to cup against the back of your head, guiding you down the dildo, holding you at the base for a moment.

“You think you can handle it kitten?” She asked, letting you go and you gasped for breath, coughing lightly.

“I can try mommy.”

“That’s my good girl.” She praised, her thumb rubbing at your cheek before her hips rocked forward and she began to shallowly face fuck you.

She couldn’t help but smile down at you, the way her cock disappeared into your lips, the smudged make up under your eyes that was streaked down your cheeks, made worse with each time you gagged on her cock. Your lipstick smearing around it, mussed around your lips, hair half as nice as it had been when you’d shown up at her office door. Your hands clutched around her thighs, nails almost digging into one and she pulled out of your mouth, fisting at her cock for a few times before her hand settled at the base, squeezing at the toy and the lube spurted out, coating your tits with her cum. You let out a satisfied moan at the sensation, smearing it against your skin, your fingers, scooping some of it up into your mouth, groaning at the taste.

“Such a pretty little slut.” Heather cooed, her hands softly grasping at yours, tugging you to your feet and then into her lap back in her chair. You quickly nestled up in her lap, nuzzling into the crook of her neck as her hands ghosted up and down your back, her lips pressing soft kisses into your skin, “you did so good sweetheart.” She murmured, tilting your head up to leave a tender kiss on your lips that you smiled into, “always so good for me.” You let out a happy hum, nuzzling deeper into her body,

“Thank you mommy.”

Silence took over the room as you both caught your breath, coming down from your highs until Heather could tell your breathing was back to normal. She glanced at the clock before softly squeezing at your body, nudging your nose with hers,

“We’ve got enough time for a bath before we have to get ready for dinner, would you like that?”

“Yes please.” You smiled dreamily at her and she chuckled softly, helping you up off her lap before wrapping a secure arm around you and guiding you down the hallway to make sure you were taken care of in every sense of the matter. Because no matter what, she loved you, and wanted to always make sure you knew just how much.

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