#Sultry Sunday oneshot

[sorrowsofsilence]

Sinful Inflictions

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!reader (oneshot)

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut 18+ (PnV, pls wrap it b4 u tap it, fem!fingering, male!receiving), mentions of religion, religious themes, and slight anti-religion.

Prompt:

“Are you ready to pray to me?” He asked, “Then get on your knees and bow.”

It's easy to ignore the eyes of God when you've always had a thing for the priest's son.

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @th4t-em0-k1d @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking @gretaswhore28 @veronicaphoenix @lma1986 @calleyx13 @somewhere-diamond @talialovesmiw @auratheopossumwitch @blackveilomens @skulliecadaver-blog @darkmxgician

(some tags are from older one-shots, so if you want on or off the tag list pls let me know! :3)

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3

You patted down the way-too-short floral skirt you dared to wear upon entering the church, dipping your head gently in greeting toward the priest as he stuck out his hand. Your lips reluctantly landed on his aging skin, hesitating for a moment.

“Good morning Father,” You said warmly, but behind your tone lingered distaste. He smiled as he greeted you back and your eyes shifted from his in aversion, before landing on the gentlemen ahead: His son.

Nicholas smiled at you, his gaze enticing as he dipped his fingers into the holy water, his middle and ring finger twirling in the pool for a moment too long. His hand trailed towards his chest, acknowledging the holy trinity in a cross as he stared, completely fixated.

A faint warmth tinted your nose as you followed, your fingers grazing along the water in doubt, following a fabricated praise. Nicholas’ eyes followed your every move before his eyebrow raised slightly. You gave him a polite nod as you walked past him, your shoulder brushing his chest lightly.

You sat down on one of the wooden pews, crossing your legs in anticipation. Would he sit next to you today?

You grew up with Nick, always attached at the hip. Your favourite day of the week was Sundays because you knew you’d get to spend time with the boy you’d been crushing on for years. As the two of you aged, neither had made any moves, despite the lasting tension always lingering between the two of you; until last week.

Last week Nick finally took a leap of faith, pushing you into the basement bathroom, and kissing you with complete desperation.

“I have been wanting to taste you for years.”

Smiling at his words you had pulled his body against yours, your hips rutting together. As you moaned against his lips Nick’s hands ran along your scalp before you then pulled away.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You had said, “Not under the eyes of God.”

Nick had scoffed, rolling his eyes as his lips attached to your neck, nipping and grazing at the skin, “I know you don’t believe any of it. You only ever come because I have to.”

His lips had trailed back up towards your ear, his warm breath cascading against you, “Plus if there’s a God, it’s fucking me.”

The two of you haven’t spoken since the kiss, but you squeezed your legs together in fervour, unsure of what today would bring.

As if he knew you were thinking of him, Nicholas slid into the same pew as you, gliding across the wood with ease. His slacks were loose, contrasting with his tight grey button-up that had the sleeves rolled just above the nape of his elbow.

He leaned into your side and your heart quickened at the minimal touch, averting your eyes as his devilish smile transcribed sinful thoughts.

“You want to get out of here?”

You looked around slowly before keeping your eyes ahead, worried others would hear as the choir began to sing, “Is that such a good idea Nicholas?”

His name fell off your tongue in a sultry tone, something that made him shift in his seat as he sat back up, facing the front.

“I need you,” he whispered.

With a racing heart, you dared not look toward him as your face warmed, “How?”

“In every way that you’ll let me.”

The breath that lingered in your lungs hitched in your throat, suffocating your mind with reprehensible images. You crossed your legs, squeezing your thighs together in shame as you imagined Nicholas’ hands roaming your bare skin. You had dreamed a dozen times of his disgraceful fingers pulling an orgasm from you in the church basement, your tongue bowing to his need and taking his moans as if they were yours.

You knew how wrong it would be to sneak off and succumb to lust, especially under the holy eyes of God in a place of worship; but the rush of how sinful it was, made you all the more lascivious.

“Meet me by the storage closet in five,” He spoke softly, but excitement radiated off of him as he slid off the pew and turned back towards the entrance. You didn’t turn to watch him, but swallowed with furor and counted down, waiting the allotted time.

Years of desire that had been pushed away led to this moment, and as your chest heaved nervously you excused yourself from the service, refusing to look at the congregation as you walked up the carpeted floor, entering the door that held the staircase to the basement.

With shakey legs, you followed the stairs down and turned a corner before being tugged toward someone.

Nicholas smiled down at you, his eyes lidded in infatuation as he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you close against him, the heat radiating off of his body while he began running a hand along your back.

“What do you mean in every way?” You pressed your head against his chest as you took in a deep breath.

“Don’t pretend to be so innocent,” his low chuckle vibrated as he pulled out a key from his pocket, and unwrapped his limbs from your own. Nick reached for the nob of the storage closet, unlocking it before pulling your wrist, and beckoning you inside.

He quickly locked it, tossing the key into his slacks before turning to face you, and pushing you back against the wall with his hands. You watched as he quickly licked his lips in anticipation, before gracing you with a sly smile.

“I can’t hold myself back anymore,” He said as he rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you tried not to smile, your hips swaying against his as your stomach churned. Your hands ran up his shirt before resting clasped at the back of his neck, holding him.

“Tell me you feel the same,” He breathed, and you nodded, opening your eyes to meet his smokey irises. You watched each other, waiting.

He pleaded silently for an answer, and without hesitating you placed your lips against his in desperation, pulling him closer toward you as he moaned into the kiss.

Nick’s hand began to roam underneath your skirt, grabbing at the skin before smiling into your caress, “You didn’t wear shorts, and you’re wearing a thong?”

You felt him stiffen below you, his slacks tightening against your exposed thigh.

“I guess I did,” You laughed softly, letting your hands run up his long dark hair, clawing delicately at his scalp.

He kissed you again, this time with more fervour and hunger, ready to devour your shameful soul. His tongue danced along your bottom lip in a lustful beat as he allowed himself to dip his fingers in your underwear.

Your body clenched in longing as you began to push into his hand, desperate for his fingers to graze your adorning skin. You craved Nick’s fingers, and you needed him to know.

“Please,” You begged into his mouth, “Touch me.”

He chuckled at your plea but obeyed, his tattooed fingers parting your desire as he ran them earnestly between your folds. Your abdomen twisted as his palm brushed your clit, before his fingers sunk through your arousal.

The fabric of your skirt rode up your thighs, exposing Nicholas’ immoral actions. He pulled away from your lips to watch, his mouth agape in thirst as he pumped his fingers in and out, curling them skillfully.

Your legs began to buckle and your brows furrowed in pleasure, a quiet whimper crawling from your throat as Nicholas then caught your eyes. A slutty smile splayed on his lips as he proudly fucked you with his fingers in a synthetic sacrament.

The sound of your heavy breathing took over the small, musty, room as your peak built in your stomach, ready to be released. It didn’t take long for you to come, and Nicholas praised you in divinity.

In a ritualistic fashion, he pulled his fingers from you, placing them toward your lips. As if a new ordinance he then nodded for you to suck, and you did, licking his fingers clean of your sin.

Nick groaned unholy words as he blessed himself with the remnants of your orgasm, before tugging at your top.

You began to unbutton your blouse, and he followed, undoing his collared shirt. You both threw the garments to the ground, and Nick reached behind you, unclasping your bra to expose your chest.

“Are you ready to pray to me?” He asked, taking a step back in admiration for your body, before grabbing your hand and placing it on his waistband. You nodded eagerly.

“Then get on your knees and bow.”

You lowered to the ground in submission as you pulled his slacks down his legs, staring at the outline of his erection between the thin layer of his boxers. You tugged the underwear down, wrapping your hand softly around Nick’s arousal.

His hand found the back of your head as he pulled you toward him early, and you hungrily took him in your mouth, allowing your tongue to explore his skin.

You worshiped his body, bobbing your head in a rhythmic pattern as your hand stroked what was left. Your eyes flicked upward, watching Nick’s gaze fixated on your actions, as if he was in disbelief this was really happening.

“Jesus Christ,” He whimpered, hips beginning to thrust into your mouth.

You closed your eyes as you consumed him, your body shaking with lust and greed as you sucked.

“Baptise me,” you begged, and Nick laughed, pushing your head further down himself, forcing you to gag against his cock.

“I want to feel you wrapped around me,” He moaned as you gargled, pushing away to cough. You sucked in a deep breath as he pulled you off the ground, turning your body so you faced the wall.

Nicholas lifted the back of your skirt, a deep grumble erupting from his throat as his eyes devoured you while he stroked himself.

“Bend over and spread your legs,” He commanded and you pushed your chest into the wall, arching your back as far as you could to expose your ass toward your saviour.

You felt Nick’s fingers graze through your folds again, pushing his fingers into you in preparation before aligning himself from behind. You pressed your hips back toward him in desperation, anticipating the feeling of him filling you.

Finally, Nick pushed between your arousal and you cried, your unholy sounds masked by the sound of preaching above. The music of the gospels veiled the disgrace as he pounded into you relentlessly.

His fingers dug into the skin of your hips in lust as he gave into your body, the feeling of your combined souls inflicting a new feeling of complete adoration and need. Your bodies curated an insatiable yearning; an appetite of passion unleashing.

One of Nick’s hands reached to grip your hair, tugging your head back in libidinous urgency, hormones taking over.

Skin slapped together and you moaned from Nick’s thrusts, his body giving you everything he could. You wanted this feeling to last forever and you reached behind, gripping onto his hand that adorned you.

“There is no need to repent, for I am your mercy,” He said, fucking you senselessly with complete greed.

You didn’t care if God’s eyes were watching; you were ready to worship a new man.

+++++

off to hell i go woops

[marvelousworldgeek-blog]

“For God Sake, Knock First!”

Author: Kennedy

Characters: Fem!Reader and Alex Summers/Havoc, with mention of Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver, Scott Summers/Cyclops, and Hank McCoy/Beast 

Story: Alex and reader girlfriend sneak off between missions for some much deserved “alone time”...

Rated R for ‘Sensual Sunday’ content

Warnings: Penetrative sex, oral sex, protected sex, getting caught, language

“Good work out there today,” Alex commended, slapping Hank on the shoulder. “You really saved my ass.”

Hank nodded; “Thanks.”

“Thank YOU.”

The two men hopped down into the hanger and shouldered their bags. Erik walked ahead of them, in sullen silence, as usual. Peter jogged up between the two and grinned.

“Crazy times, huh?”

“Just another day on the job,” Alex replied.

Hank let out a half-laugh, half-sigh in agreement.

“Beats bumming around in your mom’s basement all day,” Peter shrugged.

“I s’pose.”

“Got any plans tonight?” Hank asked.

“Shenanigans,” Peter replied, wriggling his eyebrows.

Alex chuckled; “Nope. Nothing. Relaxing a little.”

“Relaxing with your lady?” Peter added slyly.

Alex shot him a look.

“Is (Y/N) back?” Hank asked curiously.

“I don’t know. She was helping the Professor with something today.”

The three went their separate ways once they entered the mansion, Hank off to the lab, Peter to the commons, and Alex upstairs to his room. The moment he opened the door, (Y/N) was at his side, taking his bag and tossing it at the foot of his bed then pulling him into a long kiss.

When he came up for air, Alex laughed and asked, “What was that?”

“Is it wrong to show my boyfriend how much I missed him?” she winked, pulling him by his shirt further into the room.

“No ma’am,” he chuckled.

(Y/N) stopped a few inches short of the bed and pulled Aex down for another lusty kiss. While they were still entangled, (Y/N) pulled Alex’s shirt off over his head and began unbuttoning his pants.

“Woah-oh, easy there,” Alex took her wrists and gently pulled her hands up.

“What?”

“Everyone just got back.”

“So?”

“SO everyone is here now…”

“And they are busy getting settled into home, prepping for tomorrow. Unpacking. Kissing their loved ones.”

(Y/N) punctuated her words with kisses along Alex’s neck and jaw, pausing to hover over his sweet spot.

“And,” she added. “We have plenty of time before dinner, which is where everyone will be headed anyways…”

Alex smirked. Then he brought her hands back to his zipper and began pulling off articles of clothing himself. They undressed quickly and Alex pulled (Y/N) on top of him, now naked, on the mattress. She trailed kisses down his neck, then his chest, then the rest of his torso, straight to his hips. Alex’s eyes were on her the whole time, one hand holding her hair back from her face. (Y/N) smiled up at him and took his quickly hardening cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the tip and taking him deeper towards her throat.

Alex let out a jolted sigh as she began to bob her head agonizingly slowly, teasing him with the tip of her tongue the whole time. It wasn’t long at all before he was rock hard and she pulled back to admire the sight of him raring to go. Alex raised a hand and gestured for her to come closer. Smiling, (Y/N) leaned over to grab a condom from her jeans, then crawled up until she was positioned right over him, hips perfectly aligned. Once everything was in place, she dipper her hips low and Alex thrust up to meet her, sliding into her already wet folds. (Y/N) let out a pleased sigh. Alex rester his hands on her hips and gently guided her up and down, occasionally running his fingertips over her thighs and reaching up to grip her ass. (Y/N) rested one hand on his bare chest and leaned in for a better angle, bouncing just a little faster.

There was a loud bang followed by a commotion of voices as the couple scrambled desperately to cover themselves.

“Oh jesus!” Hank muttered, turning away with a hand over his red face.

Scott had already turned tail and was stumbling down the hallway yelling, “Dammit, man, what the fuck!”

“Dude!” Peter was looking away but laughing uncontrollably.

“For God sake!” (Y/N) gasped.

“Knock first!” Alex shouted, pulling the blanket tighter around (Y/N).

“I was gonna see if you guys wanted to go to a movie tonight,” Peter said, still laughing, while Hank was inching his way further down the hall. “But I see you are quite busy.”

“Obviously!”

“Got it. Point is moot.”

“Peter?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yep?” he peeked between his fingers.

“Get the hell out!”

“Oop, yep, on my way. Have fun, you two!”

Then he slammed the door and dashed downstairs to share the story with the others.

(Y/N) covered her face and leaned into Alex’s chest, shaking a little.

“Babe?” he placed a concerned hand on her shoulder. “You okay?”

When she looked up, (Y/N)’s face was damp with tears of laughter; “Oh my god!”

Alex couldn’t help but chuckle too; “What?”

“We are never living this down!”

“No,” Alex laughed harder. “No we are not.”

“Oh god, (Y/N) wiped her eyes.

“But if they’re gonna talk…” Alex smirked, rolling so the (Y/N) was pinned underneath him.

“...might as well give them something to talk about,” (Y/N) giggled, reaching up to brush Alex’s hair away from his face.

[goldustwomun]

soul meets body (b.b.)

BASED ON THIS REQUEST...

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x gf!reader

summary: you begin to question whether there’s something wrong with you when bradley refuses to touch you, little did you know you’d got it all wrong.

warning: smut, obviously; masturbation, fingering, lots of sweethearts, some jokes; it wouldn’t be my writing if there wasn’t angst so prepare yourself; but a whole lot of fluff & praise to top it all off <3

wc: 3.6k+

note: this is based off of the above request!! fair warning, this is unedited, but it’s my first ACTUAL attempt at smut so be kind xx i literally intended for this to be a short blurb but it ended up being a monster of a oneshot so please enjoy & reblogs are much appreciated :))

update: finally edited :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Check my rules before hand!

“Where are you going?” 

“Somewhere! Anywhere!” you hurtled back, rifling through your closet for a pair of trousers or sweatpants or–  fuck, anything that you could wear to walk out of the door in a more decent state than you currently were, legs on display in the baby tee and frilly panties you had on.

You’d hoped the (admittedly scandalous) look would have tempted him, even a little bit, to place his hands on you. Even if it didn’t lead anywhere and all you did was kiss for a bit – you needed something, anything, and it was driving you crazy.

He’d been avoiding you like a plague anytime you tried to initiate something, whenever your hand crept a little too high on his thigh to be deemed appropriate, or you shuffled back into him when you were in bed together so your hips were pressed close. But he always came up with an excuse – either tired or busy or just not feeling it. 

So you were done – done humiliating yourself in front of the one person you used to feel the most comfortable with.

“Sweetheart, stop that,” he chided, voice soft and pleading. He stood by your side, watching as you shoved your foot into the wrong pant hole. Bradley couldn’t help but laugh, hiding behind his fist as you stumbled in between your angry movements, but your hard glare shut him up quick enough as he mumbled a stuttered apology.

“Will you tell me why you’re angry? What did I do?” he asked, and you pointedly ignored him, instead choosing to flip him off as you finally buttoned your jeans and turned towards his room door. You hated how he spoke to you, like you were a little child pouting at the cookie jar. 

You’d been spending the weekend at his place like you had countless times before, already having moved some of your necessities into his cupboards and by his sink. There were glimpses of your relationship all over his apartment, and all it did was make you want to rage harder every time you stumbled across them. 

“Come on, sweets, please,” he begged once more before sighing defeatedly and grabbing your arms so you’d have no choice but to look at him, explain what it was that had caused such a sudden outburst. 

You finally met his stare, taking in his dishevelled state – hair pointing in every direction and unzipped pants that you’d tried to get down minutes earlier. The two of you were curled up on his bed, watching a film like you always did on a Sunday night. Only, Bradley was highly invested in Maria’s singing of “Do, a deer, a female deer” to the Von Trapp children (you had put on ‘The Sound of Music’), but your mind had travelled elsewhere. 

You’d let the hand that was resting on his clothed stomach wander, just a little lower as you traced lazy circles into the soft material of his t-shirt. You thought you were being at least minutely discreet as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, mouthed kisses into the sensitive skin there. He’d squeezed your barely-covered hip in admonishment, but it only motivated you to try harder. 

Slipping your hand lower, you unzipped his pants, propping yourself up onto your elbow as you breathed, all sultry and hot, into his ear, “Bradley, please, I want you.” You’d thought it was quite good, had read and watched enough to know it was what guys liked to hear. But rather than throw you down on the bed and take you like you wanted, he’d clammed up instead, sputtering on about how he “didn’t think that was a good idea.” 

So here you were, caged in by his long limbs and silently fuming. “What did I do?” he repeated. There was a hardness in his voice that told you he wasn’t in the mood for excuses this time. You’d just have to embarrass yourself a little more. 

“Is there something wrong with me?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. If you said it any louder, you were certain you’d erupt into mortified flames. 

“What?” He was looking at you funny, like you’d grown a head or two in the time it took for you to speak.

“I said, is there something wrong with me?” You were more annoyed than upset now, hating that you had to repeat such ugly thoughts of yours. 

“No! God, no. Why would you even think that?” His hands moved to hold your face, rubbing soothing circles into the soft skin of your cheeks. 

“Because you won’t touch me!” you fired back, hating how he’d easily smothered the fire burning inside of you with such little effort. When it came to him, you had no control over yourself. You were like pliant putty, melting in his palms the moment he got close. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’ve been trying to get you to fuck me for weeks, and– and– you just won’t! It’s like I’m diseased or something, Bradley, and I swear I’m fucking not!” 

You were breathing hard, all furrowed brows and pouting mouth. He didn’t say anything in defense of himself and his stupid, infuriating actions, so you continued. “So if I’m not diseased, there must be something else wrong with me, and I’d really like you to explain because it’s getting to be fucking exhausting, and humiliating, considering how much I’ve thrown myself at you!” 

He was shaking his head at you and you were struck by the urge to slap the crooked smile off of his perfect face. “There’s nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. You’re fucking beautiful, way out of my league, even. I mean, look at you,” he cooed, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. You were so, utterly, completely tense by then that you felt the aftershock of his lips zap right between your thighs.

You were fucked. 

Except, not really. 

“So then why won’t you–”

“Because you’ve never had sex before, and I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to be as close to perfect as I could get because you deserve it.” Now it was his turn to flush red out of embarrassment, like he couldn’t believe he’d just admitted his scheme to you. 

“I– What?” 

“I had it all planned out. Our anniversary is coming up soon, and I have some time off then, so I was going to make dinner, put on a movie, dim the lights a little – speaking of, I was going to install a light dimmer! Looked up how to and everything,” he vented. “I wanted– I want your first time to be something worth remembering.”

You grinned up at him, rising to the tips of your toes as your arms wrapped around his neck to bring the two of you closer. You kissed him long and slow as his own hands dropped to grip your waist. When you broke apart, finally needing air before one or the both of you passed out, you laughed at the confused look on his face.

It wasn’t every day that you had Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw at a loss for words.  

“So… you’re not mad?” he offered, pecking your cheek. 

“Me? Mad? Of course I still am, but I get it,” you replied, unwinding one of your hands to rest on his chest. “But listen to me carefully, Bradley, because I’m only going to say this once.” He nodded, the picture of concentrated seriousness. “I don’t need dinner, a movie, or dimmed lights. I don’t need something special or pre-planned or whatever you deem to be perfect for me. 

All I need is you. I’ll only ever need and want you,” you spoke the words against his lips, fingers already trailing down his front once more to tug at the loose waistband of his unzipped jeans.

“Okay,” he breathed. “Okay, sweetheart, I can do that for you.” He hurtled into action as he kissed you hard and fast, shuffling forward until the back of your legs hit the bed. His hands were in your hair, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you couldn’t help but curl your toes every time he moaned into you, feeling the vibrations rocket through your body. 

Bradley shoved you back until you fell against his covers. You laughed at how rushed his movements were, like if he didn’t feel your skin against his soon, he’d collapse in a whimpering heap. 

“I fucking love you, you know that right?” He undid the buttons of the obnoxious Hawaiian-printed shirt he had on, throwing it behind your head. He crawled onto his knees, caging you in with his arms and rock-solid body as he left sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, then across your collarbones. 

You were already shaking with anticipation. And it wasn’t like you hadn’t gone this far with him – you were a virgin, not virginal. But something about the way he kissed you, touched you, the visceral electric charge in the air – it felt different, and it felt fucking amazing. 

“Want these off you,” you mumbled against his lips, pushing his jeans as far down his hips as you could reach. He groaned in agreement, the two of you tearing a part so he could kick them off whilst you tugged your t-shirt off, nipples perking at the cool air. 

Bradley’s eyes widened at the sight before him: stretched out in front of him, you lay waiting, in nothing but your panties with miles of skin on display for him to bite, kiss, suck. 

He was in heaven, and he wanted to take you there, as well. 

Sure, he was staring at you, just about devouring you by sight alone, but you couldn’t get enough of him either, had already reached down between you to slip your fingers under your panties, stroke, slow and deep, against your clit. It took a moment for Bradley’s brain to catch up as he watched you, mouth hung open – either in shock or amazement, you couldn’t quite tell. 

“Fuck. That’s it, that’s my girl,” he praised, swiping your hair out of your face as he leaned forward to get a better look at your fingers working against yourself. You were moaning loud, now, crying out his name like a prayer. “Get yourself nice and wet, and I’ll see what I can do about that ache between your legs,” he promised with a short kiss on your lips. 

You nodded, stupidly enthusiastic, tugging your underwear down to be tossed aside so that you were bare underneath him. He swore under his breath, ducking his head down to nip at the skin around your nipples before tugging it into his mouth. He sucked and sucked and sucked and – fuck, you could come like this. 

“You gonna come, sweetheart? I haven’t even touched you yet, not really.” His voice was deliciously taunting and you did your best to shoot him your meanest glare, but it was hard considering how much you were shaking, hand moving faster and faster as your slick dripped down your trembling thighs. 

“Fuck– Fuck– Fuck,” you whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. Your unoccupied hand grabbed onto Bradley’s bicep, nails digging crescents into his skin – you wanted to see constellations all across his body by the time the two of you were done. 

And you were there, almost. Teetering at the pinnacle of a precipice that you knew would be worth it once you were on the other side, but your mind was going numb and your wrist was starting to get tired, so you pouted up at the fixated man above you, might have begged in between your mindless moans. 

The next thing you knew was your hand had been nudged to the side, and Bradleys fingers slipped between your folds, collecting the juices there before fucking them back inside you. You were going to combust, you were sure of it. Fuck constellations on his skin because you were already seeing them against your eyelids as your fingers struggled to remain still, your hips bucking off his mattress the moment his thumb joined in on the fun, pressing against the tight bundle of nerves you could feel throbbing alongside your heartbeat. 

You came on his fingers in no time, the two of you panting, hot breaths mingling between you. Bradley leaned down, nipped at your bottom lip as your mouth was left open, too exhausted to even think. He held the glistening tips of his fingers, drenched in your slick, up to your face. Your eyes opened in time to watch him slip them into his mouth, groaning at the heady taste of you, you, you.

“I love you,” you croaked, surging forward to melt against him as you licked into his mouth, tasting all of yourself on his tongue. 

“Fuck, that was hot.” His voice was rough like gravel and it grated against your skin in a way you’d never experienced before. You squirmed beneath him, snapping the waistband of his briefs against his hip bone. 

“Off,” you commanded, determined to not let the momentum wane. He raised his brow at you, never having heard you so defiant, especially not when the two of you were in bed. You leaned up on the palm of your hand, the other tilting his head to the side as you sucked bruises into his chest, into his collarbone, up his neck. “Please,” you added sweetly, not stopping your attack on his skin. 

“Jesus fucking christ– I’ll take them off but you’ll have to stop, sweets,” he grumbled, not entirely wanting you to stop but knowing it was only going to get better. You relented, toppling back with a huff as he stood up and off the bed, pushing his briefs down. 

Your gaze went straight to his cock. You could see where the precum was shining against the purple tip, traced your stare across the throbbing vein that ran down its side, mouth watered at the tufts of neat hair at the base. You were screwed.

“That is the plan,” he pointed out, a cheeky grin plastered to his face. You must have said out loud and you retaliated with a kick to his exposed chin. He caught your ankle before you could make contact, clicking his tongue at your inability to sit still. “I won’t fuck you if you don’t play nice,” he scolded, tone unforgiving as he dropped your ankle and instead, reached into his bedside drawer to pull out a condom.

He looked you in the eye as he ripped the packet open, rolling it down his prick in smooth and precise movements. Like before, you really think you could come just watching him. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, and this wasn’t the first time you found yourself thanking whatever higher power there was out there for letting you be this damn lucky. 

Bradley placed his knee onto the bed, assessing the situation. His cock bobbed, you could tell it was painful from the way his hands were balled in fists and how deep his breathing was, like he was trying to force his body to slow down, to relax – all for you.

“I think–” he cleared his throat, his nerves seeping into his words. “I think you should be on top. You’ll have more control, can stop when you want– go at your own pace,” he stated decisively before joining you on the bed. He laid back against the headboard, holding his hand out so you could slip your legs on either side of his waist. 

You didn’t sit down, not completely. “You’re sure about this?” you asked. His mouth quirked upwards as he tugged you closer, your chest falling against his. You could feel his heart hammering through his chest, through your own. 

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” he shot back, palms smoothing idly up and down your hips.

“You know what I mean. We’re a partnership, you and I. I’m sure, just need to know you are as well.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but thought better of it. Instead, he nodded, met your mouth with his. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m yours.”

Your hands were trembling when you reached for his aching cock, sitting up on your knees, hands wrapped around the base as you angled it to your opening. You were still slick from your fingers, from Bradley’s as well, and fuck were you ready. Ready to be so utterly connected to the one person you loved, the one person who understood you, probably better than you did yourself. 

He helped you, slipping his own hand around yours as you sank down slowly. You’d barely gotten past the tip before you stopped, eyes squeezed shut, now from the pain rather than pleasure. “I know, sweetheart, I know. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he soothed, placing barely-there kisses against your shoulder as you trembled in his arms. 

“Holy sh–shit,” you groaned, not expecting the shooting pain. You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that, simply holding each other. You could imagine how hard, literally, it must have been for Bradley, but he never let even a flicker of frustration cross his face. He was entirely steady, unwaveringly there for you.

You shifted on your knees, sliding an inch or two down, and Bradley halted your movement with a tight grip on your waist. “You sure you’re good. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He was searching your face for anything, everything – any sign of discomfort or regret, even if it was slight. 

“It’s– fuck– it’s fine. It hurts a little less, let’s just try,” you managed to whisper. You took the rest of him, hiding your face in his neck as you did so, as the pain tore through you from the inside out. You knew it was going to hurt but, fucking hell, they’d never mentioned this in health class. You’d had things up there, toys, your fingers, Bradley’s fingers, but this was completely foreign to you. 

Throughout it all, Bradley held you close. His words and resolute presence never wavering. And eventually, after what could have been seconds, minutes, hours – you weren’t sure, the pain lessened enough for it to almost become pleasurable. You tested the waters, pulling your hips back, then forward.

The pained groan that fell past Bradley’s hips told you all you needed to know – even if it wasn’t entirely good for you, you’d do it again if only to hear him make that noise again. “Are you okay?” you mocked, rocking your hips, again, and again, and again. He couldn’t speak, mouths forming words that never made it past his lips. His head fell back, hitting the wooden frame as his blunt nails dug into the skin of your hips, of your ass, of whatever skin he could grab onto as you rode him. 

“You’re going to– fuck– be the death of me, I– shit! – swear it,” he panted, capturing your lips in his. You continued your teasing movements for a while, relishing in the way he held you tighter, moaned louder, gaze darting across your sweat-covered body. 

“And if I did this?” you questioned, voice laced with innocent, but your actions did little to reflect that. You gripped his shoulders, raising up until his tip was barely still inside you, before sitting down completely. You gasped at that, cunt clenching around him as the first sparks of ecstasy shot through you. “Oh–”

Bradley grinned that all-consuming smile of his, bent his knees and lifted you up before bucking his hips up, into you. Your mouth fell open at the sight, couldn’t stop yourself from staring at how his cock slipped in and out of you. “You look fucking beautiful, sitting on my cock like that,” he professed, his own gaze locked at where he pounded into you. “And you’re taking me so well– knew you would.” 

“F-fuck, Bradley. I can’t– fuck! It’s too much, too much.” Your words were unintelligible as that familiar rush of heat consumed you. You could feel it spreading to the tips of your fingers, to your toes, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. 

“That’s alright, sweetheart. You’ve done so well, just let go, that’s it,” he coaxed, fingers returning to your drenched clit as his hips continued their incessant hammering, coupled with the steady strokes of his fingers. 

You quivered around him, mumbled thank-yous caught in your throat as your body arched, then collapsed into him. “I love you, sweetheart. Fuck– love you so much.” He kissed his confession into your skin, melting back into the pillow as he clutched you as close as humanly possible. 

“What about you?” You lifted your head, vision still swirling from your second orgasm. “You didn’t finish.”

“That’s okay, I’m alright,” he assured, rolling over so that he’d slip out of you. “You’re stuck with me sweets, so we have ages for you to make it up to me.”

 Bradley left a comforting kiss on your hip bone, eyes meeting yours as he did so, before he walked over to the bin to peel the glistening condom from off of him. It took him a while to find his briefs, but he eventually slid them on, before venturing into his bathroom.

You were entirely too spent to even pay attention to whatever he was doing, but soon enough, he returned with a wet towel and positioned himself at your waist.

“Just gonna clean you up, then we can sleep some more, sound good?” he offered, carefully wiping at the inside of your thighs and up your slit. He tossed the towel to a distant corner in his room before sliding under the covers, tucking you into his side.

He sighed, sleepy and content. “So, was I any good?” he prodded, smirking down at you. 

You scoffed at his easy arrogance, rolling your eyes. “You know you were, Rooster. Now shut up and go to sleep.”

“Yes ma’am,” he fired back, but kissed the side of your head and relaxed into you, into your warmth. 

He wasn’t wrong. You made it up to him the next morning, and the one after that, and the other after that…

Please reblog if you liked what you read :)

[may-day-voice]

When You Walk In On Him

1st Edition w/ Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou & Shouto Todoroki | 172732014

please do not repost, but you have permission to reblog :)

• Watch/ Listen on YouTube: https://youtu.be/0NtH0ilwp1c

• Read on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1124883964-oneshots-pro-hero-au-172732014-when-you-walk-in-on

IZUKU MIDORIYA | The Tease

“I’m home… Izuku?” you called while you removed your shoes by the front door. Not a word. No reply. You shrugged, though you wondered about Midoriya, recalling his earlier call informing you that he was on his way from work.

“Maybe he got caught up with something,” you murmured, removing your jacket and throwing it on the couch.

You sighed inwardly with a smile, removing pieces of your clothes on the way in towards the bedroom. It had been a long day, in and out of the office. After a reconnaissance mission in inner Musatafu, you needed to rid yourself of the gunpowder you felt all over. By the time you reached the bedroom, you were already down to your undergarments.

You hummed while you stretched your limbs, gathering a few clean clothes before you made your way to the bathroom. A nice shower was what you needed. And then bingeing something on stream made for a relaxing afternoon, at least until you heard from Midoriya. This did not occur often, but dating the Number One came with compromise. Even more so now that you were engaged. You were more than thankful that it hadn’t made the news unlike Bakugou and Todoroki’s engagement.

Your thoughts however were rear-ended once you opened the bathroom door, eyes met by the warm moist condensation and a very naked Hero with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. His scars were bare to see, his skin freshly drenched from what you assumed was a hot shower before he turned his emerald eyes onto you, frozen by the sight.

You stood speechless. You had seen him many times but it had always amazed you about the sheer size of his body, the scars that painted his story, and despite all of this, his face relaxed and drenched still with this boyish charm.

“Izuku?” You softly spoke, catching his eye, slightly drowsy from the warmth of the bathroom. Oh those sleepy, bedroom eyes-

“Hey Cutie,” he spoke, almost sultry for a brief moment.

That was the shower talking.

“Are you done?” You asked while you cleared your throat, your clothes hugged tightly against your chest.

You watched Midoriya walk towards you, hand on his towel before he leaned against the doorframe, only allowing a small opening for you to slide past, should you decide to do so. You couldn’t tell if your cheeks were burning from the fluster or if the air was getting to you before he closed his face onto yours, kissing your cheek.

“I could be, or I could have another one with you,” he teased, watching your eyes widen a little.

“Have you been speaking with Kaminari lately?” You asked after a moment of silence.

Then that happy smile crossed his face, his cheerful old self.

“Very funny,” he replied, allowing you access into the bathroom. “Shower’s all yours. I’ll start dinner.”

Midoriya walked past, his hulking figure making its way to the bedroom. You couldn’t help but stare. It never got old, ever since you first laid eyes on his body.

“I would have agreed to your invitation, you know,” you spoke with a smirk before waltzing into the bathroom.

You didn’t witness it, but you heard Midoriya’s hitch in his voice before you shut the door.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU | The Invitation

You checked on the time, knowing you'd arrived earlier than what Bakugou had planned. Yet having to wait ten minutes outside of his apartment was becoming a concern. Bakugou was a man of timing, not so much as his former classmate Iida, but never was he this late in responding to anything. With the exception of his reunion you recalled, but neither of you were in a rush for anything today.

“Katsuki?” You called from the front door, hearing nothing, which was odd.

You fished out for your keys, picking through them until you found your key to his apartment. Ever since his proposal, the both of you had agreed to have a copy of each other’s apartment key. It made sense to do so now, both personally and professionally. Too many times had there been a few missions either of you crashed at each other’s places. Your recollection of your recent ones brought a wry smile to your face.

Opening his front door, you peeked inside to find nobody. You recalled texting him earlier about meeting him today, reciting the words in your head:

Just come over Lightweight. I had a bad day.

That was code. And you knew what for. Again, Bakugou wasn’t the greatest in sharing his feelings, but if he needed comfort, he demanded it.

You stepped into his studio apartment, tapping your toes to rid yourself of the slight strain on your ankles. The new braces were still getting broken into, as was your strength training, sending soreness in your calves and your shoulders. Of all days, it was one where every part of your body was radiating tightness, constantly rolling your joints and stretching as much as you could.

You eyed around the empty apartment to only hear the distant sound of a shower running momentarily before it stopped. It caught your attention when its doors opened, revealing a very wet, smouldering Bakugou with nothing but his towel around his waist. His hair sat in a mess atop his head, something you originally thought was impossible for all these years, yet his face looked serene, almost relaxed until his steely gaze turned on you.

Your eyes darted between his red stare and his chest, littered with scars here and there. And still very wet.

“I… should’ve waited,” you cautiously spoke while you stepped backwards towards the front door.

“Why? You’re here now,” gruffly commented Bakugou while he walked towards you.

“Well now I feel rude for abusing my privileges with the apartment key so-“

Bakugou immediately shut the front door behind you, leaving you trapped between it and him, his skin still radiating with the heat from the shower he had moments ago. You pressed against the door, more so to avoid his wet skin, yet his face edged closer to yours, spotting your eyes still staring at his chest.

“What’s the matter? It’s not like you haven't seen this before,” he teased with a smirk.

“Well yeah, but maybe you should be a host and make yourself decent,” you suggested. “You said you had a bad day.”

“I did,” he purred with his lips close to your ear. “But this is making it so much better.”

Your eyes turned away from the embarrassment before he pulled himself away to kiss you deeply, feeling the moisture still linger from his skin. You felt his chuckle reverberate through you until he walked away, leaving you by the door, dumbstruck.

“Get comfortable on the couch, Twinkle Toes,” he ordered warmly while he walked back into the steamy bathroom.

SHOUTO TODOROKI | The Accident

The boxes began to climb the more you brought them in from the truck, wiping the sweat from your brow with a sigh. It took the weekend, but all the heavy lifting was organized by Todoroki while you brought the smaller items from your last place into his townhouse. Many months had passed with conversation between the both of you about moving in together, one that was suggested by Todoroki. Now engaged to the Pro-Hero, you had discussed what items to keep and which ones to offload, only to have them stored somewhere courtesy of Todoroki.

Closing the front door, you felt relieved it was a quiet Sunday afternoon. Yesterday was a circus from the media and paparazzi, chuckling at Todoroki’s reaction when they tried every attempt to take sneaky photos of you moving in with him - hell freezing over. Literally.

Now all you wanted was to wash off the dust, sweat, and grime. You could feel your hair crawling away while you looked around the townhouse, half-filled with boxes of your things. A shower felt like a great idea.

You remembered the floor plan, where everything was, and Todoroki had been very open about using anything whenever you needed or wanted. Without another thought, you made your way to the bathroom, stripping your clothes while you did. Todoroki was still at work and wouldn’t be arriving at the doors until the next hour - just enough time for you to wash up.

Now down to your undergarments, you reached for the handle of the bathroom door, turning and pushing it open to be hit by the heat immediately. As if the sweat on your skin was already a nuisance, the moisture in the air only made it feel even more uncomfortable. Then again, why was the bathroom so humid? Through the heat, you peered to spot a tall figure by the vanity mirror, his long hair clinging onto his back while he fixed his towel across his hips.

Todoroki stared at you, aloof despite his topless form. His fingers ran through his long locks, still wet from the assumed shower he had recently enjoyed.

“When did you get home?” You asked immediately, trying to avoid the squeak in your voice.

“Not long ago,” he voiced calmly.

“But I didn’t see you.”

“Maybe we missed each other.”

“I'm leaving now,” you announced while you started to swing the door shut.

“Why?” Questioned Todoroki, catching you from shutting the door. You eyed him still wet from the shower with a small smile on his face, his eyes drowsy from the steam. “We just got here,” he mused, still with smiling bedroom eyes. “I can help you put your things together.”

“When you get yourself dried and dressed and not so…” You bit your lip trying to push those thoughts from your head. “I need a shower before we start unpacking things.”

Suddenly the door swung open, taking you with it until you stood before Todoroki’s bare chest, still holding onto the towel that tied tightly around his hips. It wasn’t new to you, but barging in without checking first was already a novice mistake. And in your undergarments.

All you found was that smile on his face, leaning in to kiss you atop the head.

“Okay Love,” he agreed while he walked past you through the door. “Take your time.”

You couldn’t help that fluster from his body heat and the shower he recently had. At the very least, you weren’t worried about washing away the filth from the move, closing the door behind you.

[beccascribbles]

- all -

managing the team

- t.kageyama -

hcs

1am wake up calls

pamper day - you decide sunday is the perfect day for a little pamper session, and your s/o apparently thinks so too

confessing to friend who was in an abusive relationship

you play volleyball?

drabbles + oneshots

did someone say study buddy? - where kageyama asks you to tutor him and neither of you are expecting what happens next

selfish when it comes to you - set three years after the events of ‘did someone say study buddy?’. where the wall you had worked so hard to maintain begins to crumble after one emotion filled night

an accidental kiss

- s.hinata -

drabbles + oneshots

when in rio - your last night in rio should be a memorable one, especially when a young man appears to take you on a tour

living with the black jackals: moving in day - an omegaverse au

- d.sawamura -

hcs

1am wake up calls

- a.asahi -

hcs

welcome to y/n's salon - where he gives you permission to style his hair

goofy, bubbly s/o sings a sultry/emotional song

- y.nishinoya -

hcs

welcome to y/n's salon - where he gives you permission to style his hair

- k.tsukishima -

hcs

confessing to friend who was in an abusive relationship

the silent treatment

drabbles + oneshots

surprise - his long-distance s/o surprises him at a game

threats - his s/o is bullied for managing the team

- k.sugawara -

hcs

with a famous actress s/o

drabbles + oneshots

shy gf comes to their game

- t.yamaguchi -

hcs

confessing to friend who was in an abusive relationship

- k.ukai -

hcs

goofy, bubbly s/o sings a sultry/emotional song

[olicitytropes]

Olicity Tropetastic Awards: Fandom Writers

And with this post, we’re at our final rec list for this year’s Tropetastic Awards! Thank you everyone for helping us make it through this hiatus! (instant tears)

We can’t express how much we love Olicity, this fandom, and every writer who shares their stories with us. We wish we could buy you all some real trophies (or give you a really good hug) for the time and effort you’ve poured into your fics! There are just so many talented writers that we’ve talked about and fangirled over. Hopefully through this process, we’ve been able to shine some light on all of that talent. And we hope that everyone in this fandom can appreciate and respect it as much as we do! We could’ve made this post go on forever, so all of the kudos to all of you<3

As fans, we’ve followed Arrow for seven seasons, and we’ve found so many fanfics along the way that touched us and pulled at our heart strings as much as (sometimes more than) canon. It’s hard to put into words how much that means to us, but we had to try;) Here are some writers who we want to thank. And of course, they’re only the tip of the iceberg on this giant, powerful fandom.

We will always, always, always love you. 

@smoaking-greenarrow’s recs:

** @supersillyanddorky06 **

Strangers in the Night

The Firebird

The Predator

The Phoenix & The Phoenix Rises

Award: The Alternate Universe Specialist

Kudos: I’ve been so happy to let @supersillyanddorky06’s worlds distract me from real life when I needed it. The Firebird was my study-break savior in college when I needed to step out of reality and stop stressing over finals. Devouring The Phoenix and The Phoenix Rises kept me up way too late reading and made me way too tired for work the next morning, but it was so worth it! There are infinite things to love about Olicity, and infinite things to love about this talented writer. Matty, I know I can speak for more than just myself when I say that your stories mean a lot to this fandom. You’re already one of my favorite authors, but I can’t wait to read The Predator as a novel. And watch it captivate the rest of the world like it did for Olicity fans. Arrow captured lightning in a bottle when they got Stephen and Emily on screen together, and I think the same thing happened when you watched the show, fell in love with Olicity, and decided to write fanfic for them. I’m beyond excited to see what you do next, and low-key telling myself that I basically got to read a first draft of The Predator before it becomes a bestseller ;)

Bonus Kudos: MY QUEEN. Sending you all the love for the hours I’ve spent with your amazing fics! Finding an email notification that The Predator had updated always made me squeal out loud! Thanks forever for that! -Meegan (@it-was-a-red-heeler)

** @it-was-a-red-heeler **

Lost and Found

A Dance with the Devil

Desperation Club

Deep Water

Award: The Storyline Mastermind

Kudos: I know that when I start one of Meegan’s fics, it’s going to be satisfying from start to finish. I first read Lost and Found, and I was so impressed with it that I had to write this little fic review. Everything that I read of hers after that was just as wild and just as incredible. She’s a genius at pacing, building tension, and plot twists. Meegan, I’m so happy I’ve had the chance to read your dreamy and steamy versions of Olicity. And I’m even happier that we’ve had the chance to get to know each other because of this fandom. Be my friend and stay forever, K?

** @tangled23works **

Like A River

Whatever It Takes

Nothing Short of Perfect

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark

Broken Bones and Porcelain Dolls

Award: The Hook, Line and Sinker

Kudos: Sascha writes the kind of fics that I don’t want to put down. She’s insanely good at picking up her story in the perfect place, one that keeps me hooked and wanting to read more (and since those important first words are something I often struggle with, I’m so envious of her for that;)). All of the kudos to you my friend, for your out of the box thinking! Sascha, I’m so happy that you share your writing with all of us, and just your presence in this fandom in general is amazing. I can’t even tell you how many times you’ve brightened my day! Thank you for being the talented writer and awesome person that you are!

** @mindramblingsfics **

Forget Me Not

Will Fate Allow?

Summer Flame

Was It Ever Real?

Award: The Creative Trailblazer

Kudos: @mindramblingsfics I have so many praises to sing for you, but most of all I just think you’re insanely cool. The way you craft your fics is so unique and clever. You take us on a journey with everything you write. You take all of our favorite tropes and spin them on their heads in ways I’ve never seen before. I’ve never read a summary or teaser of yours that didn’t make me excited to read the story, and those stories are always better than I imagined. Thank you for all of your special fics, and all of your hard work. We all appreciate it so much!

Bonus Kudos: Oh my goodness. This amazing writer. I cannot even begin to thank you for your incredible works! They always leave me wanting more. Summer Flame is one of my Top 5 favorite fics of all time! Along with Whiskey and Romance too! From the bottom of my heart, thank you for writing such wonderful fics! -Caitlin (@blondeeoneexox)

** @felicityollies **

Vampire and the Geek

Secrets Don’t Make Friends

Trust Me

Doppelgänger

Award: The Jack of All Trades

Kudos: I dare you all to try to find a fic from Bev that doesn’t give you everything you’re looking for. This writer can do it all, and it’s amazing. I promise you’ll be impressed by every world you jump into and you’ll fall in love with every version of Olicity that you read. Bev, I’m blown away by every story of yours, you never disappoint, and I can’t wait to read more! Thank you for everything you’ve given this fandom!

@blondeeoneexox’s recs:

** @smoaking-greenarrow **

The Hardest Part

Mine at Midnight

Just Beneath the Surface

Come Back When You Can

My Favorite Faded Fantasy

Kerosene and Desire

Award: Queen of Olicity Happy Endings

Kudos: Okay, y’all are going to have to forgive me cause this is about to get really sappy and kinda personal. @smoaking-greenarrow’s fics were the first I read after joining this wonderful fandom. I was so in awe of her talent and how she could make you feel like you were really inside the fic. How she could make me laugh, cry, and really bring out the sap in me. I wanted to talk to her and rave to her about how amazing she is, but I didn’t want to be THAT person, you know? 😂 Then one day SHE messaged ME about something totally different (😉) and I was SO excited! I actually got to tell her how incredible her fics were without seeming like a crazy person, hahaha. Now, she’s my best friend in this fandom and I am SO beyond lucky to have her. Thank you for not thinking I was some random, psycho fan girl, E. I am so thankful for you and for your absolutely phenomenal writing. If you haven’t read her fics, please do yourself a favor and go do it right now! I’d start with Mine at Midnight and work down the list. You won’t regret it. 😘

Bonus Kudos: Ellie, what can I say? Besides your unsolicited review of my little fic that launched me under the fandom’s nose (forever grateful for that, my friend) your fics are beyond amazing! So many great stories to choose from, all of them a world I can fall into with my favorite couple. Love ya! -Meegan (@it-was-a-red-heeler)

** CSM **

Lucas’ Adventures

Impeccable Genetics

A Future Worth Fighting For

Almost, But Not Yet

Award: Queen of Time Travel Fics

Kudos: Oh my goodness. Nikki! I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED with her time traveling kid fics. From Ellie to Mia to Lucas, it doesn’t get any better. She puts wit, charm, sass and hilarity into every single one of her amazing works. I am currently obsessed with Lucas’ Adventures (updated every Sunday in case y’all wanna start 😉), where a sweet 10 month old Lucas shows up and completely disrupts S2 Oliver and Felicity’s lives! If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend along with every other one of her kid fics. She is an absolutely incredible writer, I’m so happy to know her and love her works!

Bonus Kudos: Nikki, Lucas’ Adventures is exactly what I need and want to be reading in this trying time. While Arrow and season 8 look very daunting and sad right now, this fic has been so much fun to read. Can’t wait to see what you do next, and thank you! -Ellie (@smoaking-greenarrow)

** @alexiablackbriar13 **

little wonders (twists and turns of fate)

whenever you’re ready 

#olicity lives!

two pints of mint chip it’s a girl 

Award: Queen of Canon Divergence

Kudos: Oh boy. @alexiablackbriar13. Where do I even begin? I’m sure as all of you know, she is a PHENOMENAL writer! From little wonders to all of her amazing one shots, I’m forever in awe of her writing! I think my absolute favorite though would have to be little wonders, because OBVIOUSLY. She took canon and transformed it into something the Arrow writers couldn’t DREAM of doing. I remember when she posted the teaser of this story. I knew it was going to be one of a kind, and it did not disappoint! GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T, YOU ARE MISSING OUT. 😍 and I can’t forget my other favorite, whenever you’re ready. I remember reading this and SOBBING. Mia and Lucas travel back to 2019 and meet their parents. It’s a fic that should be read by all. You’re sensational, Lexi. This fandom is so lucky to have you!

** @dust2dust34 **

Four Walls (Of Law Firms and Honey)

Forever is Composed of Nows

Wanna Be Yours

(i will be the fire) that keeps you warm

Award: The Fandom’s Real MVP of Smut

Kudos: BRE. Okaaay, I don’t think this writer needs any introducing. I mean, one of the masterminds of the perfection that is FICON? Come ON. What you have given this fandom is more than I could put into words. From your oneshots to your sultry, smutty, smut fics, to the beautiful multi-chapters you’ve created, your writing is unparalleled. I, on behalf of the fandom, want to thank you for all of your masterpieces! They are truly incredible and we are so lucky to have you!

Bonus Kudos : Bre, I will forever be grateful to the time you have spent writing Olicity fics and obsessing over Felicity Smoak and Oliver Queen. Through the years you have become a master of your craft and I honestly can’t wait for your next story. Thank you for everything. -Sascha (@tangled23works)

@allimariexf’s recs:

** @MachaSWicket **

Deceive, Inveigle, and Obfuscate

And Then It Ends, Your Little Winning Streak

Long Time Coming

The Unbearable Hotness of Being

Va Banque

Award: Master of the Essence of Olicity

Kudos: How can I possibly summarize why Macha’s works are so special? She writes with a perfect blend of compelling plot, moving emotional development, and effortlessly beautiful prose. She writes characters that jump off the page, so that we hurt and rejoice and lust with them. She adds elements of surprise and delight to even the most well-worn tropes, infusing them with the essence of Olicity. Her canon-related and AU stories always feel like just another (and in many cases, better) path that Oliver and Felicity could have taken. Every word she writes is a treat, every story is a gift to the fandom. I know this sounds effusive but it’s barely scratching the surface of how amazing her works are! I have definitely laughed, cried, and everything in between while reading (and re-reading...and re-re-reading, etc.) her stories. (Okay also I already listed 5 of her stories, but I also have to mention two more: the utterly delightful AU WIP Our Version of Events (co-written with geneeste), and fandom-favorite Little Black Dresses and King-Sized Messes.)

** @anthfan **

Devil’s Backbone

Tropes

Times like these

Tell me a story

Dust to Dust

Above and Beyond 

Award: Queen of Canon-related Tropes to end all Tropes

Kudos: anthfan’s stories were some of the first I read in this fandom, and WOW what a high bar she set. Those of you who know me know that I tend to prefer canon-related stories to AUs (well okay, more recently I have begun to love AUs too, but canon-related will ALWAYS own me), and anthfan just hits that pitch-perfect spot of great storytelling - intriguing twists, heartfelt scenes, perfect characterization, and ANGST - OH, THE ANGST - while still remaining in that familiar Arrow universe we all know and love. And nowhere does she shine as well as when she’s taking well-known tropes and giving them a uniquely Olicity twist. Devil’s Backbone remains my favorite Olicity fic of all time (probably!), but truthfully I wish I could read every one of these stories over and over again for the first time.

Bonus Kudos: I thought the first chapter of Dust to Dust would actually kill me, but it proved itself to be clever and badass and witty and FUN! As far as Devil’s Backbone goes, I watch Season Three now and just assume all the stuff from the fic is going on after hours (headcanon accepted)—one of my all-time favorite stories! -Meegan ( @it-was-a-red-heeler)

** @mogirl97 **

Crazy for You 

Along The Way

Sportsmanlike Conduct 

The Offer

It Takes Two

Award: Master of Swoony, Romantic AUs

Kudos: So I mentioned above that I only recently (in the past year or so) really got into AUs, and mogirl97 offered a crash course that I couldn’t resist! I started with Along the Way and I was HOOKED, quickly gobbling up everything else she wrote, and it was all equally swoon-worthy. She has a way of making you absolutely fall in love with each of her universes, and every time a story comes to an end I never want to let it go. Sweet, soft, longing, gently angsty - those words can describe basically all of her stories. And romantic. So, soooo romantic!

 ** bri617 **

Across The Highs, The Lows, And The In-Betweens

Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven?

Without You (I’m Incomplete)

You Were Mine (Just For One Night)

Freeze Frame, Pause, Rewind, Stop

Award: Queen of Fluffy AUs

Kudos: bri617 is just a master of FUN. Fluffy, fluffy, soft, delightful FUN! She has cornered the market on college AUs, but basically everything she writes captures that perfect blend of flirty, simmering, quirky, playful, slightly-awkward, mutual heart-eyes Olicity that we all crave. In every one of her stories, I fall in love with Oliver and Felicity and Olicity all over again, and laugh my ass off while doing it.

@tangled23works’ recs:

** @someonesaidcake **

Ride or Die

ONE (Oliver The Footballer)

Truly, Madly, Stupidly

Award: Queen of Emotional Impact

Kudos: I’ve been trying to find a way to explain how I feel when I read @someonesaidcake’s fics and I keep failing. The best way to understand what I’m talking about would be to start reading them yourself, if you haven’t already. These stories are powerful enough that they’re gonna make you cry, smile and wish you could experience such a unique, powerful love story in real life. The fandom was truly blessed when this amazingly talented author decided to write Olicity fics.

** @olicityaddicted **

Never Tear Us Apart 

One More Chance 

And She Will Be Loved

Award: Queen of Heartfelt And Comforting Romance

Kudos: I chose @olicityaddicted for my second award because, to be honest, she deserves to be far more appreciated than she is. Her stories provide a safe refuge for me, a place where I can relax and forget about real life for a while. Her brilliance lies in simplicity; her fics will not punch you in the gut but make you feel like you’re cocooned in gentle warmth and Olicity love.

** @bindy417 **

Caught in the Rapture

Arrows & Airwaves

Bound to You

Award: Queen of Page-Turners

Kudos: @bindy417’s complex and beautifully drafted stories are one of the reasons I enjoy reading Olicity fics so much. She has written one of my all-time favorite Al Sah-him fics. I made the mistake of reading it on a bus once and missed my stop. Seriously, there are published books which are less well-thought-out and more predictable. Brittany’s works are imaginative, compelling and addictive. She deserves ALL the awards.

Bonus Kudos: Okay, okay. I’m kind of mad at myself for not choosing Brittany because she has written some of the most BEAUTIFUL multi chapters in this fandom. Bound to You. Caught in the Rapture. I have read those two fics I cannot tell you how many times! I’m completely obsessed. I bow down to you, lady! You and your stories are so amazing! -Caitlin (@blondeeoneexox)

@msbeccieboo’s recs:

** @so-caffeinated **

Forever Is Composed Of Nows series

Stop the Presses series

Award: Favourite Universe-Creator

Kudos: I adore an extended AU universe, and (together with the amazing Bre, of course) Janis has created one of my absolute favourites, the “Forever Is Composed Of Nows (ficon)” ‘verse. What I love most about her writing is her ability to not only write beautifully for our known characters, but to create wonderful, captivating and just full original characters that we quickly fall in love with, and are immediately pulled into their world to experience with them. I now love and treasure characters like William, Amelia and Jules (my personal faves) as completely as I do Oliver or Felicity. I also love how much she interacts with her readers, constantly asking for ideas and feedback, answering asks and writing to prompts. Her storytelling is original and immersive, and I can’t wait to read her original works!!

** @smkkbert **

10 Rules of Rebounding

The Way You Make Me Feel (I Call it Love)

Time For a Story

If Loving You is Wrong (I Don’t Want to be Right)

Award: Most Diverse and Constantly Creating Writer

Kudos: Kathi has a huge range of any type of Olicity fic you can think of! LoA/Bratva/canon/AU/kid fic/high school/friends to lovers/season rewrites/missing scenes, there is something and everything for everyone! From one-shots to epic multi-chapters, as well as some of my favourite smut? YES PLEASE!! I am not ashamed to admit I have read some of her stories many, MANY times over!!

She has consistently posted fic after fic after fic, writing over 50 Olicity stories, with “Time For a Story” constantly updating alongside, and set to reach 500 chapters!! I love how she seems to be able to write Olicity in a million different ways/scenarios and still always pull me into their new world and fall in love with them over and over again. Superb, AND not in her first language either! Amazing!

** @realityisoverrated-fic **

Infinite Love series/universe (of which there are >200 one-shots/mullti-chapters)

Award: Smoaking Billionaires QUEEN (we all bow to her)

Kudos: You want Smoaking Billionaires? This should be your first port of call! But to imply she simply writes around one theme would be an epic disservice.  This series has everything, Olicity/Flommy/Toliver/SBs, fluff, family feels, kids, canon, canon divergence/swerve, action, humour, angst…oh the angst, oh, and a healthy dose of smut!

Her stories can be so deep, heart-breaking, raw and real-feeling in places, whilst also fluffy, hilarious, happy and contain some of the hottest smut ever!

** @allimariexf **

Not Your Typical Secretary series

Burning Souffles

Coming Home Again

A Dream That I Can Call My Own

Award: Queen of Canon/Canon-Divergence

Kudos: Alli has the gift of writing in canon, or slightly divergent, whilst still perfectly capturing the essence of Olicity and improving on the show’s writing, all whilst bringing the angst!! An absolutely beautiful writer, more beautiful human, and mah P.I.C.!! 😍

Bonus Kudos: Alli, I’m so happy that you share your fics with the fandom and that you created a whole channel for us to be as geeky and Olicity-obsessed as we like. Thank you for writing these stories (seriously, Succumbing to Shadows is a masterpiece), for organizing Arrow rewatches and for being a true friend. Even though there are hundreds of miles between us, I still feel that I know you and you should know that you can count on me. Always. -Sascha (@tangled23works)

** @stephswims **

One Step Ahead

That’s The Way It Is

Drunk Cuddly Oliver

Numb Lips

Award: Sweetest Little Smut Monster

Kudos: Steph has written some of my current favourite WIPs, and has a knack for writing badass AU Felicitys, in particular. She always manages to get the narrative voices of her characters juust right, which makes reading her stories all the more relatable!  Oh, and the smut is glorious hehehe!!!  My love and fandom sister wife! 😍

@it-was-a-red-heeler’s recs:

** @ruwithmeguys **

What Wouldn’t I Do

Indecent Proposal

Restless Heart

Award: The Queen of Nuance

Kudos: A sideways glance. The hitch of a breath. The babbling, breathless inner dialogue of a beautiful IT genius in love with a broody-but-lovable warrior. These are the elements of Olicity we all love so much, and Jessica’s magical talent as a writer. She makes you feel the angst and the love in her writing. Long after the story ends you’ll be thinking about her characterization. The tickle of a breath on the back of a neck...a heartbeat...a kiss...

** @missyriver **

Left to Fate

A Queen 

Award: Badass Olicity Queen

Kudos: The first time I read one of Missy’s fics I assumed she was a professional author; she’s just that good. Left to Fate is one of my all-time favorite re-reads, full of the perfect mix of angst, fluff, and smut. Yum yum! I’m so glad I found her works!

** @the-shy-and-anxious-fangirl **

Home to You

The Queen’s Mage

Award: Wise Beyond Her Years

Kudos: Y’all, read this author’s works and know that she is going places. I am continually amazed at the maturity of her writing and the depth of her understanding of the characters we all love so much. This is only the beginning for her and I’m so proud to call Arianna a friend!

** @callistawolf **

twelve hours

ready for the fall

Award: Olicity Fandom Royalty

Kudos: Jen (jbuffyangel) may have introduced me to the Arrow fandom that exists beyond the tv screen, but Calli’s Ready for the Fall showed me I didn’t have to fear the idea of fan fiction. She helped open up a new world to me, where very talented anonymous authors could right the wrongs of showrunners and let the characters I love so much live on forever; as each other, or as pirates, or even as werewolf soulmates. Several years later she wrote Twelve Hours and taught me not to be too hasty in my preconceived ideas (ahem, Chapter 10, just sayin’). I love her stories, her analysis and words of wisdom on Tumblr, and her podcasts with Jen. Thanks for everything!

Bonus Kudos: I remember waiting every Wednesday last summer for Calli’s latest update of real love (is never a waste of time). I would be refreshing my tumblr every ten mins it felt like. It was such an amazing fic (along with every other one of her fics!), but that one will always be my favorite of yours! You are phenom! -Caitlin (@blondeeoneexox)

@memcjo’s recs:

** @hope-for-olicity **

Love Letters

Hidden Thoughts and Feelings

I Am Not Broken

No Sex Until There is Hair

So Much Love

Choices

Award: Queen of Fix it Fic and Felicity’s POV

Kudos: I don’t even know where to begin to tell all of my love for Jacq and her amazing stories. Jacq’s stories are so easy to become wrapped up in. She has a way of putting you right there as Oliver and Felicity navigate whatever life has thrown at them. During the seasons, I become dependent on her to help me through the trama the Arrow writers have inflicted upon me with their horrible treatment of Oliver and/or Felicity. Jacq’s fix it fics have brought me tremendous joy. Her treatment of Olicity, showing them as flawed people, doing the best they can while loving each other so very much, has brought me to tears more times than I can count. I highly recommend ANY and ALL of her Olicity fic!

Bonus Kudos: Jacq’s fics are what you read when you want to be happy. I can’t thank her enough for all the sweet, feel-good, wonderful stories that always come full circle in a beautiful way. And for all the moments I’ve had to try not to smile/giggle while reading her stories in public. Jacq, you’re truly an amazing writer. And even better, an amazing person! Thank you so much for helping to make my fandom experience so incredible! -Ellie (@smoaking-greenarrow)

Bonus Kudos: Jacq, my love, we’ve talked about this. Adore you and your fluffy full-of-goodness stories and your amazing comments on other author’s fics. The show may have broken your heart, but you and I have a lot of years of great stories ahead of us! -Meegan (@it-was-a-red-heeler)

** @mel-loves-all **

A Touch Unlike Any Other

Vivez

Softly Comes Love

Under a Winter Sky

Award: Olicity Historical Romance Writer Extraordinaire

Kudos: Ah, Mel. How do I love your romance novel Olicity? Let me count the ways...Mel seriously provides the exact right mix of sweet meetings and budding romance in her Olicity novels. I adore her feisty and endearing Felicity, I swoon over her stoic yet thoughtful and loving Oliver. When Olicity comes together in her beautifully crafted stories my heart simply becomes a puddle of goo. Historical Romances are my go to get-aways, and Mel’s stories always takes to a magical Olicity AU.

** @dmichellewrites **

Wanted

Distractions 

Hover

What Are You Thinking?

Under the Stars

Award: Most Fabulous Writer of Olicity Family Life in One Shots

Kudos: Devon is the master of creating Olicity in all their flawed, passionate, driven, loving glory. Her stories never fail to give me a new insight into Oliver and Felicity and their life together. I love the way Oliver and Felicity love each other in Devon’s stories.  As she shares her Olicity slices of life I find myself cheering for my OTP. Devon is an amazing story teller and I would recommend all her Olicity fics!

** @geneshaven **

Mother and Daughter

To Do It All Over Again

Ivy Town To Star City

One On The Way

Award: Master of Thought Provoking Olicity Stories (this link leads to his Tumblr account where all his fics are posted)

Kudos: Nobody can craft a story about Olicity quite like Gene. His blend of light and dark, joy and angst has rocked me to the core more times than I can count. Gene’s love and respect for the characters of Oliver and Felicity are evident in the way he treats them in his stories.  I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve reread some of his stories, but every time I do it’s like the best present you can open again and again.

Bonus Kudos: I LOVE a @geneshaven update! I remember first seeing his Tumblr posts through Louise’s blog and being fascinated that a BOY loved Olicity as much as me! And then he started posting stories that mesmerized all of us. A truly special addition to our fandom. I’m so happy to call Gene a friend! -Meegan (@it-was-a-red-heeler)

** @absentlyabbie ** 

Long Way Down

You’re Not a Friend (No, You’re Nothing)

Interludes

Way Down We Go

Award: MVP of Emotionally Compromising Fanfic

Kudos: When I say emotionally compromising I mean it in the most, best, angsty possible way. Abbie’s fics can rip your heart out and stop you from breathing, leaving you shaken and in the next moment your heart is melting from the amazing tender actions any and all of our fav Arrow characters. These roller coaster ride stories takes you to the highest heights only to drop you to rock bottom! This series I’ve posted is just HEART WRENCHING, MOVING, and OH MY GOD~ addictive. Her updates are celebrations, her cliffhangers can drive me to drink. And I wouldn’t have it any other way!!

Bonus Kudos: Parts of Long Way Down still run through my head now again, it’s that powerful a story. Angsty in the best way possible, dark, sharp, and wonderful. A must-read for the fandom. Thanks for an amazing story! -Meegan (@it-was-a-red-heeler)

[seriouslyhooked]

Far Away (The CS Mixtape) Part 163/?

Series of CS oneshots inspired by music. Collection on FF Here.

A/N: Modern AU prompted by a reader for a chapter based off of the music video for ‘Far Away’ by Nickelback. For those of you who haven’t seen it, it follows a couple where the guy is a firefighter and the girl is scared as he gets called on a run but I’m changing it slightly so it isn’t too close to my multi-chapter fic ‘False Alarms’. In this story Killian is a coast guard member and he gets called into the fray of a really big storm out on the ocean. It’ll still have the same level of angst as the video, but not to worry, I always end with fluff and this will be no different!

Waking from a state of rest without a single sense of trepidation or worry on her mind was a relatively new occurrence in Emma Swan’s life.

For a long time Emma had braved each new day head on, but she always went in hesitating and wary of all the ways that things could go wrong. Life for her was really about one thing, survival, and Emma knew that the moment she took her eye off the prize was the moment she’d break the fragile state of safety and security she’d built for herself over the past few years.

That may have been a highly cynical way to approach the world, but as a person who’d spent her whole childhood in the foster system and who knew the real darkness that the world had to offer it was the only way to go. For Emma’s peace of mind she needed control, and the surest way of losing it was by giving into distractions or wishing for things to be better than they already were. Instead she was practical, and if being a realist meant she was guarded from the good things life had to offer so be it. It was better to not get hurt than open herself up to heartbreak. At least that’s what she had thought for a long long time, but in the past few months she’d come to learn that maybe there could be more than she always imagined.

It had taken something huge to inspire Emma to such levels of hope, and the trigger for her new outlook on the world and what it had to offer was all thanks to one man, a man who had broken past her barriers and made himself so necessary to her happiness that Emma had no choice but to let him in. His name was Killian Jones, and he was unexpected in every way but also exactly what Emma had needed most of all.

It was Killian that brought Emma this sense of peace this afternoon after a lazy Sunday spent in bed tangled up together. His warm embrace and his arms enveloping her were anchors to a peace she’d never known before meeting him that she’d come to truly love. They’d spent the whole day together after a night wrapped up in each other too, and though all of this was happening despite Emma’s past of avoiding long-term intimacy, this wasn’t all together uncommon for them. She and Killian were constantly treading new ground together, and they had been doing that from the moment they first met.

Emma actually felt a blush creep over her cheeks as she pictured the happenings of the last twenty-four hours and she felt a rush of warmth coursing through her at the memories of all they had done. The chemistry between them was off the charts, but this was so much more than just sex to her. It was a start for Emma of the first real relationship she’d ever opened herself up to and the payoff, at least so far, was so much richer and more fulfilling than she’d ever dared to hope.

I could only ever do this with him, Emma thought to herself as she turned around with the utmost care so she could look at Killian, and when her eyes cast upon him she felt her heart filling with even more positive feelings.

Killian was always handsome with his dark hair, piercing cerulean eyes, and chiseled jaw. Truth be told he was way too attractive for her to handle most of the time, and Emma was always feeling like she was under a sort of spell when he flashed that cocky grin of his her way or wooed her with that sexy as sin accent he had. But right now, with the peace of sleep upon him, Killian was almost too much to handle. He was gorgeous, plain and simple, and Emma couldn’t help when her hand came over his chest and her fingertips ran over the space where his heart lay. She wanted to claim a piece of that heart, and though they had yet to say the words, Emma knew deep down in her soul that she had it just as she had him.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming, Swan,” Killian said sleepily and Emma smiled, knowing that despite her private musings she hadn’t been as stealthy as she once thought. It was foolish of her to think she could be. After all, Killian was always proving over and over again that he was tuned into all things Emma. He probably sensed the moment she woke up and just played along to humor her. “Tell me I really do have the most remarkable woman alive in my arms right now.”

“You’re not dreaming,” Emma said with her voice clogged with emotion.

She still couldn’t understand how a man could be so sweet underneath his charm and swagger, but then Killian opened his eyes and looked at her like she was everything he’d ever wanted and Emma was even more overwhelmed. The thing about Killian was that he didn’t play games and he didn’t try and hide from what he felt. Everything was etched right there on his face plain as day, and Emma was so attracted to that kind of courage that she found herself changing for the better in the face of it.

“Forgive me, love, but I find myself wanting just a bit of proof,” Killian said with that silky bedroom tone as he moved above her, shifting their once warm and mild space of sweetness to charged and sultry in an instant.

In seconds Emma was with him in that state of need, wanting to expand on everything they’d been chasing together this weekend and kissing him with the same renewed sense of passion that flared every time they got to this point. But before much could happen beyond basic perusals and the first hints of something more, an alarm sounded from Killian’s bedside table that pulled them both from the moment.

That sound was one that Emma knew pretty well at this point, but every time it came it sent her stomach dropping. It was Killian’s pager to report to base, but since Killian was currently off the clock this didn’t bode well. He was a Lieutenant commander in the coast guard, and from what Killian had told her, he was part of a unit that specialized in recovery and had seen a lot of rather scary moments. So for him to be called in like this, it had to mean something big had happened.

“Bloody hell,” Killian cursed and he looked genuinely distraught at their interruption and like he might say ‘screw it’ and ignore the call. But that wasn’t Killian. Part of what made Emma love him so much was his sense of honor, and she knew he had to go, even if she hated the thought more than anything.

“Go on,” she whispered, pressing one last kiss to his lips. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

“You promise, love?” Killian asked before letting her up and she smiled, running her fingertips along his jaw. She hadn’t meant to make that claim, especially when she had no idea how long he would be gone, but it felt right and it actually calmed something in Emma to think that as soon as he was safe again she’d be here waiting for him.

“I promise.”

That seemed to be enough to prompt Killian into motion, and he jumped out of bed, reaching for his clothes and covering himself up from her view. It was a shame really, because Emma loved to look at him, but then Killian called her out for her lustful gazes and made her laugh. He was always doing that, always brightening her world, but when he looked at his phone to see what the code he was being called in for meant, his face fell.

“What is it?” Emma asked and Killian shook his head before looking back at her.

“It’s the storm, love. It’s turning far worse than they originally predicted and not all the ships set to harbor are back yet. Could be a long night.”

Emma came up to her knees on the bed and ran her hand over his chest again, trying to ground herself in a moment that terrified her. She really didn’t like the fact that Killian’s job was heading straight for danger in moments like this, but she had to trust in him and have faith that it would all be okay. After all, Killian made her a believer, and she was going to live up to that right now if it killed her.

“You made me promise to stay, but I need a promise in return. I need you to promise you’ll come back to me,” she pleaded, her tone not hiding her worry at all, but openly seeking reassurance from the man who meant so much to her.

“I give you my word, Emma, that I will always come back for you. Always.”

“Good,” Emma whispered before kissing him once more and watching him walk out the door, taking her heart along with him.

She heard him a few moments later shut the front door to the house behind him and his pick up truck rumbled in the driveway before heading down the road. And when it was gone and she was left in the quiet, Emma really began to feel the weight of the situation bearing down on her. She was in the dark right now. She had absolutely no control over what would come to pass tonight, but she had to pull through this. It was the only way to keep a hold of any of the happiness she’d only just been feeling, and though it was different from her usual M.O., Emma was determined to have hope even if things seemed bleak right now.

That being said she couldn’t stay in this bed all night doing nothing. The only way to rise above this was to keep busy, and Emma did just that as she quickly showered and got dressed, intending to do some mindless work like attempting to clean or cook something while Killian was gone. Luckily for Emma though, distraction of another kind soon came with a knock on the door. Emma was surprised at the visitor, but also curious as to who would be coming to the house at this time of night, and she was so relieved to see the face of her best friend Ruby when she opened the door.

“Hey,” Emma greeted easily, with a new sense of calm settling over her now that she was no longer alone.

“Hey back,” Ruby said with a smile that though bright was dulled a little bit, probably due to underlying stress.

“What are you doing here?” Emma asked, hoping her friend wouldn’t take offense. Honestly Emma was glad to have her, but she was wondering how Ruby had known to come here and not to Emma’s place.

“Same as you. Waiting for my man to stop scaring me half to death with the crazy, but admittedly admirable, heroics,” Ruby said casually and then she nodded towards Emma’s car that was in the driveway. “The bug is visible from Graham’s place so I guessed that Killian pulled the same move on you that Graham pulled on me. He asked you to stay, right?”

“He did,” Emma admitted as she let Ruby in and she took one of the bags her friend was holding from her grasp. It was filled with three bottles of wine, and when Ruby placed the other bag on the counter and began emptying it, she saw that that one was full of comfort food from the local diner. “But if Graham asked you to stay then you broke his promise.”

“Technically he made me promise to be at his place when he got back, and I figure that shouldn’t be a problem. Call it a perk of his living right next door to Killian. He never even has to know I left, and I get to not go absolutely mental all by my lonesome.”

Emma felt that all too keenly, and in truth she was so glad that Ruby was here. She took her friend’s hand in hers and squeezed tightly, trying to say with the simple gesture all she was feeling without getting too far into it. This was a scary situation after all, and even since Ruby had walked inside, the winds had begun to blow harder and harder outside and rain had started falling from the dark, foreboding clouds above.

“So what do we do, then?” Emma asked, turning her gaze to all of the provisions Ruby had brought to share and questioning if she could even muster an appetite given her current anxious state.

“What we always do on our worst days – drown our sorrows with cheap wine and chocolate and pray there’s some B-list romcom marathon on TV to keep us occupied.”

Emma laughed at the proposition and it felt good to do since only minutes ago the concept of laughter felt impossible. She was still worried, of course, but it was easier to be brave when she wasn’t doing it by herself, and even if Emma’s thoughts would remain with Killian until he was back with her again, it couldn’t hurt to watch a sappy tale about a guy and a girl who fell in live despite the odds and in some silly way.

For a while this tactic worked as well as any plan could. As expected, Emma’s mind kept wandering from the movie before them to thoughts of Killian, but when the thoughts grew dark or dangerous Emma did her best to shake them away. It was easier said than done, but one helpful tool in the fight against pessimism was a gift from Killian himself, a pendant that he’d given her a few weeks back on their anniversary that was totally unique and totally them. It was a silver piece with a swan and an anchor linked together, and right now it was a perfect reminder that Killian cared for her and that he was a man of his word. He had promised her that he would come back and she had to believe he would.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Ruby asked at one point when Emma had long ago stopped watching the heroine of the movie’s breakdown about whether love could be true. She looked up to Ruby and nodded, not bothering to hide how she felt.

“Yeah, I do,” she whispered and Ruby grinned widely at that before coming over to the couch with Emma and hugging her tight.

“Have I told you lately how proud I am of you?” Ruby asked and Emma rolled her eyes, loving and hating the way Ruby was being right now. “I mean it Emma. I know we’re dating military men and their big and bad and totally kick ass, but you just might be the bravest person I know.”

“Then why don’t I feel that way right now?” Emma asked seriously and Ruby looked up at her before imparting a critical piece of wisdom.

“Because even if it’s fast, Killian is a part of you now. He has your heart and your hope with him tonight out in that storm, and until he comes back safe you won’t feel whole again.”

“Jeez, if I knew this was love…” Emma trailed off, not able to finish the joke she had in mind because she just didn’t feel anything like regret when it came to giving Killian her heart. No matter the cost, loving him was worth it and it always would be.

“You would have done it all over again anyway?” Ruby asked and Emma nodded, admitting to herself and her best friend that she would. Because even if things were hard right now, the relationship she and Killian had forged already was so worth fighting for no matter what.

Before Emma could articulate that though, interruption came from a news report cutting into the channel they’d been watching, and at the words on the bar underneath the news anchors, Emma’s heart dropped. There, in big white letters was the breaking news: COAST GUARD ELITE TEAM FACE EXTREME CONDITIONS WHILE SCOURING HARBOR FOR MISSING FAMILY.

“Oh shit,” Ruby said. Emma couldn’t respond but she was thinking the exact same thing and praying with everything in her that some how Killian would get through this and get back to her as soon as he could.

………….

When people thought to themselves of chaos, it was usually in the abstract. The average person never walked into the belly of pure havoc, but for Killian this was a part of the job. He’d trained for storms like this one for years, and he’d faced a few in his time here with the men and women in his unit. But this storm… well this was a bloody bastard of a hurricane with unpredictable swells, winds cutting through everything, and enough rain to keep visibility problematically low.

In any other moment Killian might have contemplated how different the sea he loved looked now than on a normal day. Gone was the serenity or peace he cherished about the ocean and in its wake there was only the hectic mess of Mother Nature blasting the coast with conditions no man or woman should ever think of braving. Unfortunately for Killian and his team though, there were people out here, people who needed their help and who from the looks of the conditions out here did not have much time left.

A family of six had checked in with the harbormaster when voyaging out for the day earlier. They were vacationers from what the charter said, and they were mostly unfamiliar with this area. So when they didn’t come back at any point this evening before the storm set in that sounded alarms, especially when command was told that the youngest aboard the boat was a lad of only five. Killian could only imagine what that family was going through, if they were still afloat given all the tumult around them.

“How much time do we have, Scarlet?” Killian asked one of his peers who was currently in command of steering this rescue chopper and who had navigated them through the search and rescue for the past hour. Will looked glum as he responded.

“With the weather this bad? I’d say ten minutes at most before we have to head in. We’re taking air assault on all sides from the down drafts and if we go much further out there’s no chance of us making it back to land.”

“Damn it,” Killian said, casting his gaze over to Tink, their team’s resident scopes expert and tracker. She was currently using every register in her power to search the seascape all around them for signs of life, but from the grimace on her face she wasn’t making much headway either.

“Probably not the best time to mention that coms are still down, right?” Graham joked and Killian cast a glare to a man he considered his brother. Leave it to Humbert to try and bring levity to a literal life or death situation. “Right, got it. Not mentioning.”

“I think it’s time for that uncanny instinct of yours, Cap,” Tink said then, shaking her head at the lack of feedback on her end. “We’re pretty much flying blind, and I trust your gut more than the probabilities right now.”

Well if that wasn’t pressure Killian didn’t know what could be, but he took it in stride, knowing that this was his job. They’d pinned more stripes to his dress blues for a reason and it was because in moments like this, things really did fall on his shoulders. He was the leader on this vessel, and though he reported to superiors back aboard the ship and on base, there was no one else to lead the charge right now, not when all radio contact with home was cut off and the storm was only getting worse.

“You got a riptide index, Tink?” Killian asked and Tink responded with the intervals she had. Though it wasn’t much to go on, Killian ran with it, rattling instructions for the team to move due east another two miles. It was a final push, and if he was wrong they wouldn’t have the ability to keep looking and have the fuel to head back, but the others immediately followed his orders and two minutes later hope returned once more when Tink yelled out.

“There! Right there!”

Sure enough there was the vessel in question, sporting some real problems as it crashed over huge waves. It was taking on water too from the look of things, but at least they had a scene now and as they approached Killian could see people moving aboard the ship. There were signs of life, and that in itself was a huge relief.

From there the work was second nature, and though it was rough on him and the others to get things just right, they’d trained hard for this. This was the moment when instinct took over, and for Graham and Killian who were the two actually repelling down for rescue support to bring the family aboard the chopper, there was no time for distraction. Everything right now had to be the work, but even in the midst of that Killian carried with him something else, or rather someone else. Whether he realized it consciously or not, there was a woman who was with him right now, the one woman he loved more than anything in the world who was his sole real reason for fighting this hard to get home right now: Emma.

Initial extraction went well, and in the first swoop Graham and Killian got three of the kids safely up to the chopper, but disaster struck when Graham was heading up with the smallest boy and the scared child wiggled out of Graham’s hold. He was motioning towards his mother, no doubt looking for her comfort and warmth in a time of sheer terror, but in a second he was pulled under the tides as he fell from the security of the line. It was the worst thing that could have happened, but Killian kept a level head, disengaging from his rigging and diving in after him.

The impact of the choppy water in the thick darkness of the storm was too harsh to handle, and the air rushed out of Killian as he did, but he hadn’t taken this huge risk just to fuck it all up. He was in this now, and he had to find the boy and get them both to safety. It was the only way forward, and when it seemed like Killian might not manage, he held close one memory, a memory from this afternoon as he’d been dozing with Emma when her golden hair had been splayed across his pillow and her lush lips had murmured the three most amazing words he’d ever heard in his life.

“I love you.” 

She’d whispered so low he almost doubted it had happened, but it was real. She’d fallen asleep directly after curled up against his chest, and there was a more than solid chance Emma hadn’t realized what she said, but Killian knew that she meant it. It wasn’t possible to explain, but deep down in his soul he had this certainty about his Swan, and he also knew that they had so much more left to their story than this.

Through some kind of miracle at that moment he came up for air then and managed to gather his bearings as best he could, and in an eerily calm moment in another wise unending storm, Killian caught sight of something, a figure in the water he knew was the boy. He swam as best he could until he grabbed him, and as he pulled the child up above the waves the lad coughed for air, signaling it wasn’t too late. It was a godsend to be sure, but Killian could never have gotten himself or the boy out of the water was it not for Graham who also broke protocol to get the parents and then Killian and the child to safety. Yet even if it had turned out okay in the end, Killian was still shaking from the adrenaline after his team and everyone else was safely on land once more thirty minutes later.

“What the hell were you thinking, Jones?” Tink said angrily once the family was out of earshot with a serious sense of anger.

Killian knew his friend’s rage was sparked from worry, but he didn’t have an answer. He hadn’t been thinking, and though things had turned out all right in the end, he knew it was stupid of him. He’d just been so close to losing everything and all because he’d been reckless in his attempt at being heroic. He regretted that instinct, though he could never regret saving the life of that boy. That being said, he would have to think long and hard about how far he was willing to go from now on now that he had someone and something so perfect to live for as Emma.

“He was thinking he’s a bad ass and that that kid wasn’t going to make it without a little death defying,” Will said excitedly and Killian knew then that his friend didn’t get it. Will had yet to meet that special person who could change him so profoundly that the whole world was different, and Killian didn’t want to say aloud that Will was wrong. Why shatter the illusion and trouble his friends with his own anxieties right now when he could just put on the brave face and get out of here sooner?

“Don’t worry, Tink,” Graham said then as he put a hand on Killian’s shoulder, exchanging a look with him before he turned his attention back to their sister in arms. “I think Killian’s days of great risk are coming to an end. The man has much more to lose now than he did before.”

“Emma,” Tink said with a look of understanding and there was no need for her to expand further when Killian nodded, admitting silently that his whole outlook had now been transformed.

There didn’t need to be some long discussion of all of this because his crew knew how Killian felt about Emma already. Hell they’d been with him the first time he’d ever seen her, and they all made fun of him mercilessly when he said after a five minute conversation that he was going to marry that woman some day. Now though they knew that Killian truly loved her, and Graham was right. That love was changing things and changing Killian in a way they’d all see the next time crisis came calling.

“Well what are you bloody waiting for then, mate?” Will asked seriously. “Get the hell out of here and go get your girl!”

Killian wanted that desperately but protocol stated that he should be here reporting everything that had happened before he even thought of leaving. The higher ups would be pissed if Killian left his post right now, but when Tink (the typically rules-minded friend) backed Will’s idea, Killian found himself truly wanting to follow their instruction.

“You go too Graham,” Tink urged seriously, no doubt thinking of how Graham had formed an attachment himself to Emma’s best friend. “We’ve got this handled. There’s nothing here that can’t wait another day, so you should both go on home.”

Killian let out a sigh of relief at those words, and he took the reassurances in stride as he raced out of the command center with Graham right behind him. They’d driven here together as they always did since they lived just next door to each other, but there was nothing like conversation between them as Killian hit the gas and drove as fast as was humanly possible given the continuing storm outside. Instead both men were consumed with the need to be reunited with the women they loved, and their thoughts were occupied in that direction instead of crafting small talk.

It felt like it took forever and a day to drive the five minutes from the heart of the base to where they lived on the compound, but finally Killian put the car in park in front of his house, seeing Emma’s little yellow bug and feeling so glad that she’d stayed. Then before he was even fully out of the truck Emma herself was standing on the front steps, waiting for him with a look of love and relief and such beauty on her face that he was powerless to fend off all the emotion that came. He ran to her – they ran to each other – and when she was finally in his arms again after being far away for far too long, it felt like coming home. This house was just a house, but Emma Swan was every good thing in this world combined. She was a miracle made just for him, and Killian had to make her see that, somehow, some way.

In seconds their lips found each other’s, and the adrenaline and the fear that had been pounding through Killian’s veins for too long was channeled into something pure and life affirming. With Emma in his grasp again and with her actions telling him that she was just as deeply in this as he was, he felt himself healing. By the time they’d pulled apart, both of them wet from the lingering rain falling outside at the tail end of the storm, he’d never felt better. This was exactly the kind of connection he’d always dreamed of but never thought possible, and he would do whatever it took to make sure they had such a love forever more.

“You came back to me,” Emma murmured as she held onto him tight, looking at him through dark lashes with her transfixing jade-colored eyes that said so much with just a simple look.

“Aye, love. I promised I would, and I’ve no intention of ever breaking any promise I make to you,” Killian responded, his hand cupping her cheek and pushing away some of the strands of her golden hair that had fallen before her face in the midst of all this rain.

“I know. I trust you,” Emma said sweetly and then she hugged him tight, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and whispering about how much she’d missed him and how she’d been so worried but knew in her heart he’d come back.

In truth these words and this completely open and honest embrace from Emma was more overwhelming than any part of the storm he’d just faced. Killian felt more alive and more aware in this moment then he’d been at any instant in the adrenaline-fueled recovery, and it was that charged sense of being and that undeniable emotion that prompted his ultimate confession.

“I love you, Emma. God I love you so much it’s like I can’t breathe without you. You’re everything, love. Everything and so much more, and I just need you to know that I’m in this and I’m yours, always.”

The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could think better of them, and part of his brain was screaming out in horror. He should have said this more eloquently. He should have made this perfect. It was selfish to say this now and deny Emma the perfect scene she should have had with flowers and candles and music, but from the smile that spread on her perfect face no one would ever be the wiser. For Emma was looking at him right now like she’d never tasted happiness this pure, and he could empathize with that since he felt that every time he held her close.

“I love you too,” Emma whispered, her fingers clutching his shirt and pulling him as close as she could. “I love you so much, and I should have told you sooner but -,”

Killian didn’t know what Emma’s reasons were for holding her heart close up to now, but he wouldn’t let her linger in regret, not when she’d just given him the whole world with her admission. She loved him. She loved him! And by God that was the most amazing thing he’d ever known. There was nothing that could ever compare to this, and he didn’t want to wait another second to show her that. So he swept her up into his arms and back into the house to spend the rest of the evening giving her everything and more.

Luckily for the both of them they were able to spend the whole night lingering in total satisfaction and immense happiness, and when that night turned again to day, time proved to be on their side completely. Because despite the dangers of Killian’s work, and despite the pitfalls and trials that every love must face, Emma and Killian knew nothing but the happiness, safety, and fulfilling bliss that true love can bring. And though there were times in that beautiful future they built together when they were far away in distance, their hearts were always one, calling each other back so they could be side by side always and forever.

……………

This time, this place misused, mistakes Too long, too late, who was I to make you wait Just one chance, just one breath Just in case there's just one left 'Cause you know, you know, you know That I love you I've loved you all along And I miss you Been far away for far too long I keep dreaming you'll be with me And you'll never go Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore On my knees, I'll ask last chance for one last dance 'Cause with you, I'd withstand All of hell to hold your hand I'd give it all I'd give for us Give anything, but I won't give up 'Cause you know, you know, you know That I love you I've loved you all along And I miss you Been far away for far too long I keep dreaming you'll be with me And you'll never go Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore So far away, so far away Been far away for far too long So far away, so far away Been far away for far too long But you know, you know, you know I wanted, I wanted you to stay 'Cause I needed, I need to hear you say That I love you, I've loved you all along And I forgive you, for being away for far too long So keep breathing, 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore Believe it, hold on to me and Never let me go, keep breathing Keep breathing, 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore Believe it, hold on to me and Never let me go, keep breathing Hold on to me and never let me go Keep breathing Hold on to me and never let me go

Post-Note: So first let me just say thank you to my reader, not only for the great prompt but for all of your patience! This was a request I got months and months and months ago but the inspiration took a little while to get here. I hope you are happy with the result, and I also want to thank you because it was a really enjoyable chapter to write. As for everyone else, I know I still have many many prompts from people waiting to be written and as I’ve said before, we will eventually get there, I promise. Anyway, thank you all so much for reading and I hope you have a lovely rest of your day!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,Part 10,Part 11, Part 12,Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24,Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31,Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38,Part 39,Part 40, Part 41, Part 42, Part 43, Part 44, Part 45,Part 46,Part 47, Part 48, Part 49, Part 50, Part 51, Part 52, Part 53,Part 54,Part 55, Part 56, Part 57, Part 58, Part 59, Part 60,Part 61,Part 62, Part 63, Part 64, Part 65, Part 66, Part 67, Part 68,Part 69,Part 70, Part 71, Part 72, Part 73, Part 74, Part 75,Part 76,Part 77, Part 78, Part 79, Part 80, Part 81, Part 82, Part 83,Part 84,Part 85, Part 86, Part 87, Part 88, Part 89, Part 90,Part 91,Part 92, Part 93, Part 94, Part 95, Part 96, Part 97, Part 98,Part 99,Part 100, Part 101, Part 102, Part 103,Part 104, Part 105,Part 106, Part 107,Part 108, Part 109, Part 110,Part 111, Part 112,Part 113, Part 114, Part 115,Part 116, Part 117, Part 118,Part 119,Part 120, Part 121, Part 122, Part 123,Part 124, Part 125,Part 126, Part 127, Part 128,Part 129,Part 130, Part 131,Part 132,Part 133, Part 134, Part 135, Part 136, Part 137, Part 138,Part 139,Part 140, Part 141, Part 142, Part 143, Part 144, Part 145,Part 146, Part 147, Part 148,Part 149, Part 150, Part 151,Part 152, Part 153, Part 154, Part 155, Part 156, Part 157, Part 158,Part 159, Part 160, Part 161, Part 162

[marvelousworldgeek-blog]

Homecoming

Author: Kennedy

Characters: Fem!Reader, Grant Ward

Story: Reader believes Ward was killed on a mission, until he returns unexpectedly

Rated R for ‘Sensual Sunday’ content

Warnings: Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, somewhat rough sex, table sex (is that an official thing...?), and language

(Y/N) clattered around the kitchen, pan in one hand and macaroni box in the other, an upbeat Pandora station blasting from the laptop speakers. It was Monday night and it had been a shockingly long day. And long Mondays called for two things: carbs and a pump up mix.

After setting the water to boil, she took a seat at the table and flipped through the stack of unopened mail; bills, appointment reminders, something from work, something from a friend, something selling something else. It was more of the usual. But it was the third day in a row that (Y/N) hadn’t searched each envelope for the official S.H.I.E.L.D. seal, and that was something. She tossed most of the pile into the trash. The Pandora station switched to an advertisement and, sighing, (Y/N) stood to lower the volume. It was really time to start paying for Pandora One. It wasn’t that much more and she was really tired of having her evenings interrupted by ads. She scribbled it down on the corner of one of the envelopes; a quick note to self. Just as the water began to boil, the doorbell rang. The only person who would come by this late was her bossy neighbor down the block, who only ever dropped by to remind (Y/N) when her lawn wasn’t properly mown or the trash cans were left out on the curb too long. With another tired sigh, (Y/N) pulled on a sweater and walked to the door, just as the bell chimed again.

“Okay. Be nice,” she reminded herself as the door swung open.

And there he was, flooded in the light from the porch lamp, looking both relieved and guilty to see (Y/N)’s shocked face.

“Hey sweetheart,” Grant broke the silence.

“Oh my god,” (Y/N) let go of the door and rushed into his arms.

Grant buried his face into the curve in her shoulder and breathed in the familiar scent of her skin. She was home to him, the only thing he cared about keeping safe. The only reason he came back.

“You’re alive,” (Y/N) could feel the emotions rising in her throat, but she refused to fall apart in that moment.

“Alive and well,” Grant tightened his grip on her. “Listen, some things have happened-”

“Shut up.”

(Y/N) leaned away from him and slipped her arms around his neck, pressing a feverish kiss to his lips. She gripped the hair at the back of his head and deepened the kiss, nipping his lip lightly as warmth flooded her cheeks. Grant let out a low groan as her hips pressed into his and his hands gripped her thighs. He guided her backwards through the open door and slammed it shut behind himself. (Y/N) felt her back collide with the wall in the entryway, Grant’s hand protecting her head from the impact. His other hand had found the neck of her shirt and with one pull he ripped the fabric straight down the middle.

“That was your shirt,” (Y/N) smirked into the kiss, then gasped as Grant’s free hand gripped her ribs right below her breast.

“Fuck the shirt.”

He ran his thumb under the edge of bra, against the flushed skin underneath, watching (Y/N)’s reaction. He brought both his hands to the clasp and snapped it open, sliding the bra off to join the now ruined shirt. He had both his hands on her breasts and he trailed kissed from her neck down her sternum.

“God, I missed you,” he murmured against her skin.

Grant grabbed her hip and thigh now, and lifted (Y/N) to wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her like that from the entry way, through the kitchen, and into the dining room where he dropped her so that she was sitting on the edge of the sturdy oak table. He stood between her legs and brought her hand to his zipper, where his erection was already straining against the denim of his jeans.

“I missed you too,” (Y/N) whispered, pulling his jacket off.

“You talkin’ to me or him,” Grant winked as (Y/N) ran her hand over his hard member through his jeans.

Smirking, she undid the top of his pants and slid them down his hips. As she did, Grant pulled his tee shirt off over his head and made quick work of pulling off her shorts. He didn’t even bother to pull his own pants the rest of the way off, instead pulling his boxer down as well and pressing (Y/N) flat against the table so that he enter her in one hard thrust. She moaned as he gripped her hips and slammed into her again, gaining a little speed as he repeated the action.

Grant pulled her closer to him, his instinct taking over, letting out a primal growl as (Y/N) arched her back a little. In a fluid but rough move, Grant pulled out and brought (Y/N) all the way off the table, flipping her around so that her palms and exposed breasts were pressed against the table top. He once again grabbed her hips and thrust inside, then reached a hand around to rub against her exposed clit. (Y/N) moaned and Grant let out a low growl again, then sped up his thrusting.

As (Y/N)’s breath came in short, hot gasps, Grant leaned into her ear and gruffly whispered, “Show me that incredible climax, baby.”

He pressed firmly into her clit and drew quick circles with the pad of his finger. Feeling him inside her, against her, there with her, sent (Y/N) careening over the edge of orgasm, letting out a drawn out moan as her muscles seized against him. Grant was seconds behind with a loud swear and her name between gritted teeth. She could feel the twitch of his cock against her walls as she came down off the high, gasping for breath while stars danced behind her eyes. After a moment Grant collapsed forward onto his palms and rested his forehead between her shoulderblades.

“God damn,” he breathed.

(Y/N) felt the emotions swell in her again, followed by tears welling up in her eyes. But she took a shaky breath and slid her hips forward until Grant pulled out of her. Turning so that her back was against the edge of the table, (Y/N) took Grant’s sweaty face between her hands.

“Did I already say I missed you…?”

In response, Grant kissed her fervently, one hand against her cheek and the other pulling his boxers and jeans back up. When he pulled back he was frowning.

“What?” (Y/N) asked, concerned.

“Is something burning?”

“Shit!” she pulled her shorts back on and dashed to the kitchen, still naked from the waist up, to pull the now blackened pot from the burner.

When she finished cleaning up, she looked over to see Grant leaning against the doorframe laughing at her frantic efforts.

“Shut up,” she blushed.

Grant walked over, slowly, taking in the familiar sight of his love mostly naked burning something in their kitchen; “I miss this.”

“Me screwing up the food?” (Y/N) laughed, leaning into his arms once he reached her.

“Just this; us. You.”

“Hey,” he added, holding her back at arm's length. “I’ll order pizza. Isn’t Wednesday night pizza night?”

“It’s Monday.”

“So we’ll mix it up,” he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Kitchen sex, then pizza, then maybe… balcony sex?”

(Y/N) laughed; “Yeah. Mix it up Monday.”

After another kiss, Grant went to retrieve the phone, leaving (Y/N) to stand in the once again empty kitchen and allow her tears of relief to spill over at last.