#This is what I thought as soon as I saw her

[militaryapple]

SHE'S SWEET LIKE CANDY!

synopsis. you spot something when you're out at the mall with tara. you cant help but think about your boyfriend who's at work doing the best he can, so why not give him a little gift?

cw. fem! reader, unprotected, praise, dirty talk, fingering, squirting, face fucking, cunnilingus, making him whine, petnames, make him beg for you girl, well its caleb so he a lil nasty icl, nicest I've written caleb

add ons. THIS LITERALLY CAME INTO MY HEAD WHILE LISTENING TO THE SONG OHH MY GODDDD GUYSSSHEBDHEB

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it wasn’t everyday you wore lingerie. actually, you didn’t even wear it. you thought the clothing was cute - sexy even! it just.. wasn’t something you were much into. well that was until you saw the set hanging up in a store you passed with tara. you couldn’t take your eyes off it - everytime you found yourself circling around back to the store at the mall, tara now being annoyed with you.

“i thought you weren’t that into lingerie?” she nudges you. she was right— you weren’t, but the thought of you putting it on, spreading yourself on the bed, waiting for him to come home and devour you. the sensation. you needed to buy this - it was a sign.

“i wasn’t” you retorted. sure, you didn’t really think of yourself as the type of woman to put on a show, but you couldn’t help but think about how he’d look at you. maybe he’d slowly glide your hands over the baby doll shaped dress, his hands would gently fondle your tits until your moaning for him - maybe his mouth would kiss all around you while he told you how gorgeous you looked in your newly bought clothes.

you needed that matching set.

“but trying something new wouldn’t hurt, right? it’s pretty cute too ‘tars” you nudged her back. your eyes flickered away from the glass that so proudly showed off the matching set going to your friend. tara glanced from you, to the set, back to you. her eyes scrutinizing you, her gaze watching your movements, face and even posture. it went until a moment after she moved her hands to her mouth. her face contorting into a shocked expression.

“you’re trying to impress - no, show out for someone!” tara yelled in a hush. this wasn’t a question, it was pure fact to her. oh how you hated how correct she was too, fine. you were trying to show out for someone. she wasn’t going to know that. she wouldn’t let you live it down. for sakes it was for caleb after all! part of you thinks he does deserve a little sweet treat for all the hard work he’s been doing for you.

“whaaaaaat? no! what makes you think that? i’m just.. getting more comfortable in my skin y’know?” you tried to avoid her gaze. it was scary how accurate she was on most things, like, crazy accurate. maybe you should cut her off from those spiritual classes, they were obviously working horrible wonders for her.

tara tried to hide the snicker that was coming from her. her hands returning back to her sides before she grabbed your wrist. “fine fine, let’s go get you fitted in the set you’re eyeing. i’ll pay for it - think of it as a celebration! i’ve been waiting for this moment!” you could only sigh.

this was going to be a long while.

when you finally returned home, you thanked tara before rushing up to your door and making your way inside. you could admit, you were partly excited. you couldn’t see yourself fully in the set but based off tara’s inputs you looked ‘totally sexy!’ whatever. you checked your phone and looked at the text that caleb sent you, your face in a smile.

“be home soon pip’s! can’t wait to see what you bought back home! hopefully you got me a gift :)”

oh, you got him a gift. you sure did. you couldn’t help the excited kicks you did before getting the house ready. you started the shower and made sure to get your good razor and body scrub. your washing routine being extra careful. you got out, now scrambling to dry off and get the set.

it took you a minute but you got it on, you rushed back to your bathroom and started to do your hair and makeup, making sure it was subtle but enough to give you a little boost. oh and were you were feeling yourself. anxiously, you made your way to your mirror. your gaze glancing over your body, your face, hair. you looked put together.

you giggled to yourself, striking a pose or two and taking a photo. did you want to surprise caleb when he got home? yes, yes you did. but could you contain yourself? no. no you couldn’t. you set up your room and cleaned up the house a bit before making your way to your bed and settling down. you whipped out your phone and sent a pretty little text to caleb.

“i got you a little something on the side too, wanted to show you now. i can’t wait til you come home, hurry :(” - 1 photo attached.

your bit your finger anxiously. he read it. no response. your mind wandered, what if he didn’t like it? is he weirded out now? did he not want to see you like this? god were you anxious. you couldn’t stand waiting; especially since he didn’t reply to you.

it didn’t take long until you heard the rattling of your door, your head perking up as you got back into the position you were in. he’s home. you scrambled around while the rattling stop and sounds of footsteps filled the air, getting closer and closer to your room.

your door creaked open, caleb stood there, his gaze unwavering from you. his eyes fixed on you while a smile creeped on his face. “so i didn’t imagine it.” he said softly. “welcome home, honey.” you said back oh so sweetly.

caleb didn’t take any time when it came to you, his hands finding their way around your body, his lips kissing every part of you that he could feel. how euphoric this was for both you and him. you were so sweet for him, he could almost cry. “so,” he said whispering, his head digging into your neck. “what made you get dolled up for me? hm? did i do something good?” his voice was intoxicating. how he spoke with such urgency but he was so gentle.

“hmm.. well you’ve been working so hard for me. you deserved something.” you smiled, your hands finding his. caleb felt like he could melt. just for him? for working like he’s always done? oh fuck, it was enough to make his cock twitch with eagerness.

“who am i to deny something so sweet? especially since it’s a gift from you.” he grabbed your hips, turning you over so he could see you on top of him. you were beautiful. his hands roamed around your body, he couldn’t get enough of you. your curves, the way you swayed your hips, how you arched so naturally for him, how you were made for him.

your hands found their way to his face, and he couldn’t help but lean into them letting out a soft moan. “you look really pretty, and I mean ‘fuckin gorgeous.” his words were shaky. his eyes dawned on you. your hands making their way to his jaw, then to his lips. glazing over them slightly before you bent down to give him kisses. such a good idea to wear lipstick.

your lips stained his body, it was proof. proof on how you owned him, how he was yours forevermore. caleb couldn’t help but snicker. “you having fun there?” and you nodded. you reached for his uniform, undoing it and tossing his clothes to the side. your pussy throbbed at the sight of him like this. he was so fucking pretty, like a puppy. the way his eyes looked up at you in a way where he was pleading you to let him ruin your body. the way your lipstick matched such a perfect shade for his skin and how messy his lips looked.

he looked fucking messy, and you haven’t even started.

caleb gripped your thighs, “cmon baby don’t be like that, I’m dying here.” his hips rolling - sending a shiver down your spine. you let out a moan, your hands running down his exposed chest. “i know baby” you coo. your hands moving back, finding his cock and palming it through his pants. you could drink up this sight of him and it was one of the days where his robotic arm was exposed? you were in heaven.

“fuck, fuck fuck fuck, that feels good - real good, please,” his hips bucking up. your hands sliding away while his moans turned into pleas. caleb squeezed on your hip. “no, no no no please baby let me, I’ve been a real good boy.” oh fuck did that do something to you. his face soft with an sad expression. he was so so cute you couldn’t help but tease him. your cunt throbbed from negligence. you leaned down and kissed him again, smiling. “then be a good dog and eat me out.”

you settled your body on his face, not sitting fully but enough for him to taste you. caleb let out a scoff before grabbing your thighs and tugging you down, pushing all your weight on him. “oh cmon baby, i wanna taste all of you.” and that’s what he did. caleb licked your folds and sucked on your nub, his tongue licking your slit and drinking up your arousal. he was eating you out like a starved man.

your hands gripped on his hair, your hips swayed on his lips to his nose. oh fuck did he feel good. caleb used his hands to feel your bra. it was nice, pretty. it suit you so fucking well, fuck you were his pretty girl. he whimpered, allowing you to ride his face. what’d they say? save a plane & ride a pilot? whatever it was, this was fucking it.

caleb placed sloppy kisses around your entrance, using his evol to keep you down while he was able to continue touching you. “if you keep moving baby, i can’t eat my dinner properly.” he chuckled. his tongue finding itself inside your dripping cunt, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. fuck he was a natural. you twitched while calebs mouth worked wonders on you.

“caleb — caleb ‘m gonna, oh oh please make me cum make me cum,” you whined. his mouth picking up speed as he kissed and licked you. fuck did he make you stupid. caleb placed his last kiss before he felt you twitch. his evol letting you move freely while he flipped you both. “look at your panties baby, they’re all soaked now.” he teased.

you couldn’t help but push him a little. caleb snickered before removing his gloves, his fingers now freed while he kissed your chest. “gonna make you cum a few more times ‘kay?” he smiled. before you could respond his fingers disappeared and your stomach does flips. his fingers big, and long, making your toes curl. “oh fuck, you’re so good caleb — so fucking good for me.”

caleb couldn’t deny, hearing you praise him make his cock throb. he wanted to make you feel like heaven and earth combined. his fingers curling upward making your gasp for air, his thumb rubbing circles on the nub of your clit. “aw baby, i really make you feel that good?” he teased. you grabbed his arm nodding and whining. you wiggled under him - your eyes glistening.

“gonna cum? cmon say you are.” he coo’d. you moaned, body shaking as you tried to at least form a sentence. “yes yes yes ‘m close please please please” god you sounded pathetic under him. he loved it. your walls clenched on his fingers as he stretched you and kissed you. “okay, cum for me then pretty baby.”

you did exactly that. coating his fingers with your juices. you felt weak, and caleb sat up. “what about me baby? i need to cum to.” he said sadly. his cock practically imprinting on his pants. you couldn’t just leave your dear boyfriend like this. you got up, pulling on his waistband and revealing his dick. did he seem.. bigger???

“from all the teasing you’re doing to me. not to mention this cute little outfit you got on.” his face wide in a smile. his tip was swollen, pink and veiny. curling up just enough to hit every one of your sweet spots. you saw the pre-cum that leaked from his slit and you couldn’t help but give it kisses.

“oh, fuck. that’s it baby.” caleb moaned, his hand making its way around your hair, and rubbing your chin.

you looked up at him, swirling your tongue around his tip. fucking perfect. was all he was able to think before you used your other hand to start pumping his cock.

he was big, it took a minute for you to relax your lips and jaw around his head, but once you felt okay; your mouth slammed on him. caleb cried out when he felt you start sucking him. his hands that were once gentle and soft now rough; grabbing your hair and bucking his hips up.

you let your tongue relax while caleb grabbed your head and rammed his cock in your mouth, abusing your throat. “i can’t help it ‘m sorry please you feel so good - so tight.” he pleas. your eyes on him while he looks completely drunk off you. he was such a pretty fucker.

his cock tightened, and your throat slacken. caleb looked down at you and moved his hands to your face. plugging your nose.

it didn’t take long for caleb to be slamming into your mouth aimlessly. his hips spurt and a ‘pop!’ sound comes from your mouth, caleb’s dick hitting your face while he came all over it. you gasped and moan. “thaaaat’s it pretty girl.”

caleb moved behind you, his hands cupping your bra then moving to the straps, undoing the clips and taking the bra off. “the sheer gown stays on.” he kisses your neck. “you look so pretty in it.”

he pushed you down gently, bringing your ass up and aligning his cock with your entrance. caleb bit his lip, “need you to relax up a little okay?” he asked, and then he eased his way in. you felt so fucking warm. the way you clenched around his cock so nicely - how he stretched you even after prepping you. it was delicious.

caleb thrusted into you, hitting your cunt in all different ways. his pace picking up speed while he groaned. “got all pretty for me, do you know how hard it was to keep my composure at work?” he whined, snapping his hips back to you. his abs rocking against you. “couldn’t even jerk myself, fuck fuck, I came home as soon as I could just for you baby.”

he was mean. his tip kissing your cervix over and over again making you into a wobbly slobbering mess of cries and moans. caleb brought his hand down right between your thighs, rubbing circles over your already crying cunt. “reeeaal nasty girl you got here baby.” he teased you, placing a kiss on your back.

caleb grabbed your hips, slamming into you continuously. you couldn’t help but rock your hips attempting to match his pace. fuck did he like the view. his pretty baby, who once was dolled up now defiled into a pathetic whiny mess. “caleb - caleb,” you whined in your pillow. makeup smearing everywhere, nice one. now you have to buy a new pillow set.

you felt yourself getting close.

it was coming fast.

you lifted your head, moaning at the feeling of caleb’s cock burying itself back into your walls and out again. euphoric. “i feel weird. so weird baby please —”

caleb hushed you “i know baby it’s okay, im close too, yeah? come on baby come on.” he coo’s. caleb’s hips snapped and you felt a little ‘pop!’ and then a nudge near your stomach. he was in. fully. you moaned and gripped your sheets, tears streaming down your face as caleb fucked you like he was in heat.

caleb nipped at your tits, he fucking loved them. how perky and sensitive they were, how everytime he kissed them you whined in response, hell, caleb loved everything about your body. when it came to you he wanted to touch and explore you. his pretty doll.

he grabbed your arms, bringing you up and kissing your neck. “cum for me baby, cmon you can do it.” he hummed. oh how those words felt like heaven for you. it wasn’t until you started twitching as caleb now thrusted slower into you, and then it happened.

you sprinkled out a clear liquid on his cock. twitching and moaning while it dripped everywhere, you panted and whined. your body relaxing as you collapse while caleb came right inside your cunt. grunting, watching the little show you gave him.

caleb pulled out of you in awe. “did you just squirt all over me?” he teased you. you heaved, letting out small “m sorry”s. caleb could only chuckle at the sight.

“it’s fine baby, it was a show for me. felt good!” he smiled. caleb could see you were tapping out, breathing heavily as your lingerie was now messy with sweat, cum and what he liked to call ‘pussy juice.’ he smiled, his eyes looking over you and then placing a kiss on your cheek as you flopped to your side.

“i’ll get the water running, this was a nice gift princess. i might start buying you more lingerie sets from now on.” he chuckled before walking out the room.

yeah, maybe you could get used to this.

[dosiadove]

this reminds me of a hauntjng dream i had awhile ago.

it is with joy and sadness I tell you he has begun to die tonight. when I came back with my father to examine the deer, it was already gone. dad did not belive me. he said I was acting crazy again. that he would take a back to the hospital if this happened again. I was confused, I did not know how to convince daddy that I had seen the deer. I could not speak or tell him of the noises I heard rustling in the forest and ditch. but the noise listened and it heard the noise that I did not make. the bushes rustled, there was a familiarity that grew closer. daddy pulled me behind him. it's antlers were larger than I had remembered. I wonder what it's eyes spoke to my fathers when it stared back. it might have been his last wishes. my father didn't have time to pull out his gun, there was no reason to anyway. the deer turned and went into a clearing, it wanted to rest before it had the energy to die.

my father told me to cover my ears. that he would finish the deer as it must have been in great pain. but things had other plans. I wonder if dad felt the same fear boiling his skin as I felt in mine. I wonder if his heart and throat became one beating mass as mine did. I wonder why it bothered to tell us it was here. my daddy must have felt what I had. he had his gun pointed at the night, but it was all around us. it's stench felt like a hug. I think it was being so loud on purpose. its whispering and growls a mockery to our ideas of control. as it tried to get closer, we moved farther back, until we could move no farther or we would fall apon the deer. but it never came closer. never as long as the deer breathed and we stayed by it. we coward by the deers side, until the night became restless and left us alone.

when we thought it had gone and must have been far off we left the deers side. and it seemed to die as soon as we stood. a final apology. my fathers gun was drawn as we walked back to the tent and the light around us had begun to fade. we hid in the tent. and the night returned it was growling louder, it was mocking us that we had thought it was not always watching. it whispered to us things we could understand but could not know. we knew we would did and it drove us mad. we ran from the tent as the beast chased us, seperating itself from the night. daddy shot at it, it screamed. we ran. we ran till we saw what could have been a porch light or heaven. we did not care which it turned out to be.

the cabin was two stories, with stairs climbing to a large porch on the second. we ran up the stairs and locked all the doors and closed all the curtains when we came in. but the beast did not return. we could only hear it's screams. the clocks were broken and for a moment I knew this was a dream. but the tapping on the door lead me deeper. we looked through the curtains to see a demon. she called to daddy. she whispered she could help. that she could save both him and I. he opened the door and let her in. she carried a book. she told him that if he translated the book for her, she could stop the beast from ending our lives. dad did not trust her, we argued about what was right to do. he told me I did not know what was best for me. and he shook her hand agreeing to the deal, and the father became only a man as the spirt of God left his soul. me and daddy went back into the home and as he translated the book, i wept.

this action did not go unoticed. and no longer then 30 minutes must have gone by when upon the porch we heard 3 great thuds. my dad went out with his gun and there crumbled lay 2 fawns and there mother and as I came out to become apart of its audience, the beast hiding by the stairs, reached out and pulled the mother into darkness. dad prayed but the words burnt his tounge and caused him to vomit. he asked me to pray instead. and as I went to ask God for help I woke up.

It’s not too late to turn back

[urfavhecate]

I’ve been waiting for too long | drunk!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After your breakup with Wanda, Natasha takes care of you… good care…

Warnings: oneshot, drunk Natasha, SMUT, +18, MDNI ! drunk sex, breakup mention, short one, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), multiple orgasm, kinda overstimulation.

Note: Hey guy, it has been long time since last post. As always… English isn’t my first language sp im sorry for all mistakes. This year I have my finals so it’s hard to find time for hobbies but I hope I’ll find more time to write some stuff. If you have any ideas for next shots or stories m requests are open, or if you want to yapp a little I’m also here. <3

No one is allowed to copy, translate or pubish my work as their own!

The life of an Avengers was never easy. As soon as you started your relationship with Wanda, you felt like you had found everything you needed, almost like you had grabbed God by the legs. However, as it quickly turned out, nothing lasts forever, because a few months later Wanda broke up with you.

It was one of those evenings when the Avengers tower seemed empty. While everyone else was busy with their own things, Natasha was sitting in the living room drinking her beer. When she saw you enter the room, she handed you a bottle so you could rest a bit.

„Have a drink and relax” she simply said. You thanked her and fell down on the couch next to Natasha. She just looked at you, knowing something was wrong. "Rough day?" she asked with a stoic face.

“Wanda broke up with me,” you replied quietly, your voice breaking at the thought of what had happened. “She chose that fucking toaster on legs over me.”

Natasha couldn’t help but giggle softly at the comment. “Vision you mean?”

“i don’t get it… what did i do wrong?”

Natasha’s smirk disappeared from her face. She leaned back on the couch, and she sighed before she could muster up a response. “Maybe you didn’t do anything… Sometimes its about what people want or don’t want”

“But him?! Really?! What did he have what i don’t?” You were irritated just thinking about him. He was a robot, he wasn’t even human.

"Beats me... He can fly and shoot lasers from his head" Natasha laughed again "You know... not everyone has good taste"

You laughed softly as you started to question whether or not he had a metal dick. You started to joke as Natasha smiled knowing that she cheered you up a bit, she didn't like seeing you down. Your relationship had always been weird. It wasn't just friendly flirting, but you never talked about what was between you, pretending that you were just friends and worked together.

“I think we should find you a new hobby because I don’t want to picture his metal dick again” The redhead laughed.

“I have one idea… We could always go to a bar”

It wasn’t long before you ended up at one of the nearby bars, drinking and dancing. A few shots and drinks later, you both were visibly tipsy, the alcohol was taking effect. Natasha’s usual composure loosened as her inhibitions lowered, her gaze more carefree and lighthearted. She leaned back against the barstool, studying you with a lazy smirk on her face.

“What?” you giggled noticing she was staring at you.

“Nothing… You just a lot more fun when youre drunk” she answered letting inner thoughts threaten to spill out.

When you finished on the dance floor, your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, you danced and your bodies rubbed against each other. She let her hand drift to your hip, pulling you even closer to her. Her eyes met yours, dark with mix of intoxication and desire.

“You're beautiful you know that?” you mumbled moving closer to her, your lips were now just inches apart.

“Am I?” she murmured softly, her voice a low seductive purr “Or is that just the alcohol talking”

“you are hot as fuck” Natasha's smirk turned cocky as her eyes burned with desire. She gently pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall, trapping you against it with the weight of her body. Her hand moved from your hip to your chin, tipping your face up to meet her gaze. Natasha chuckled, her body pressing against yours, her hand still holding your chin, her gaze boring into yours. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your earlobe, her voice a heady whisper in your ear.

"You don't know what you're asking for," she muttered huskily, her free hand roaming over the fabric of your clothes. "I can make you feel things you've never felt before." Wanda wasn’t really dominant so this was new and exiting at the same time.

Natasha dragged you into a taxi and you headed back to the tower. Throughout the whole way, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves, wandering over the other woman's body.

Natasha's patience had reached its limit. The moment the elevator doors closed behind you, she punted. She slammed you against the wall, her body trapping yours, her gaze smoldering with desire.

"I can't wait anymore," she panted, her hands roaming all over your body, touching you with a desperate need. Her lips found your neck, kissing and nipping, leaving a trail of heated affection “I’ve been waiting for too long”

You moaned when her lips touched your neck and your fingers tangled with her hair. Natasha hummed against your neck, the sound a mixture of approval and desire. Your moan sent a jolt of arousal through her body, fueling her need to feel your skin against hers. Her hands roamed freely over your body, slipping under your clothes, seeking more contact, more flesh. Her kisses moved up until her lips found yours, capturing them in a passionate, demanding kiss.

When you got out of the elevator, Natasha immediately pushed you against the wall. Natasha groaned when you wrapped your leg around her waist, the action bringing your bodies even closer together. She ground her hips against you, the movement hard and desperate, her need for you becoming almost primal. She broke the kiss just long enough to let out a ragged exhale, her breath mingling with yours. "I want you. Now."

“Say it again... please….” You moaned. Natasha's hand gripped your hip, her fingers digging into your flesh as she pushed you harder against the wall. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice a low, sinful whisper.

"I want you. I need you. Now." Her hand slid up the length of your thigh, hooking your leg over her hip, the movement more possessive than ever before. "You understand?"

At that moment, you didn't care about the breakup or that anyone could see you two. Natasha's sloppy kisses were driving you crazy, so you dragged her to your room. Natasha pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning your hands above your head.

"Wanda never dominated you huh?" Natasha smiled knowing it was true. "Baby with me you'll feel things you could only dream of with Wanda"

A moment later they ended up naked in your bed. Natasha moved lower kissing your chest, your stomach and finally ending between those legs. She couldn't help herself and ran her tongue through your wet folds. She moaned loudly at the taste of you on her tongue.

"oh god... you taste so good"

Your fingers tangled in her hair holding her where you needed her the most. Her tongue moved faster and faster, and you squirmed beneath her. Natasha grabbed your thighs to keep you in place. She continued to eat your pussy like it was her last meal. She was hungry for your taste. It wasn't long before she added her fingers, pushing two of them roughly into your pussy. You moaned with pleasure, wanting more. You tugged at her hair, holding her between your shaking legs. Her movements were still sloppy from the alcohol. She mumbled something under her breath as she gently sucked on your clit.

"I’m… I’m gonna... cum... Natasha please… can I cum?" you moaned. Your body trembled as you ere closer to the pleasure, as Natasha’s fingers curled inside you, finding that sweet spot.

"Good girl, asking for permission... such a submissive good girl." Natasha mumbled, pushing another finger into your pussy "Cum for me baby"

It wasn't long before you came on Natasha's face. The redhead lapped up your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop. Her face was covered in your orgasm and her eyes still held a hunger. Her pupils were much larger and her irises were a darker shade of green.

“Nat… Natasha… oh god… fuck…!”

“Good girl, scream my name… my good girl” she kept mumbling.

As you came down from your high, you thought Natasha would pull away to kiss you, but she continued eating your pussy. She couldn't hold back, it only took a moment for her to become addicted to your taste. Natara's free hand pressed gently against your lower abdomen.

"Natasha...tooo sensitve..." you tried to pull away but Natasha held you in place.

"Don't you dare move. Just one more"

Natasha continued fucking you not paying attention to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading throughout your body. Life mattered to your cheeks. Your legs shook as Natasha's fingers moved in and out at a rapid pace. You squirmed, moaning her name like a prayer.

"I can't...I can't…" You kept screaming.

"You can do it baby....You'll feel so good..."

“Tell me when you belong to… Tell me you’re mine…” She softly bit your clit.

“I’m yours… only yours…”

As you came a second time Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead. Her hands moved to your breasts. “I’m not done with you yet”

[heavyhitterheaux]

“I hate having to share you.”

Joe had been sitting on the couch and pouting for close to an hour as he looked over at you and baby uno cuddled up on the floor together as you were reading a book to him. He also noticed that his eyes were getting heavy indicating that it would soon be time for his nap.

He honestly couldn't wait because as much as he loved having him here and watching him, he hadn't had you to himself all week since both of you had been so busy. So when he woke up, he was excited to spend the day with you all to come downstairs to see you holding his nephew and his mood instantly turned sour.

Because of this, he immediately sent a text to Ja'Marr

Joe- Come get your kid so I can get laid 😫

Uno- What the hell!?

Joe- He's cockblocking me right now and he has stolen my wife's attention

Uno- Take it up with your wife, she begged to take him and wouldn’t give up until I said yes

Joe- Idk how much I believe that

Uno- Either way I'll get him tomorrow

Joe- TOMORROW!? What the hell is wrong with later today?

Uno- I have a date. Have fun Uncle Joey. Bye!

Joe- 😒

He was taken out of his thoughts when you came and sat in his lap. Startling him, he looked at you and then was looking around for his nephew.

“Where’s baby uno?”

“Upstairs sleeping. You okay? You looked like you were thinking about something.”

“I'm fine.” He mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him which he happily accepted and kissed you back.

“Are you sure? You've been pouting all morning so don't think I haven't noticed.”

Letting out a sigh, he finally confessed.

“I hate having to share you.”Joe mumbled and you let out a small laugh, leading him to make a face at you.

“Joey… Are you jealous of a two year old?” You asked not being able to keep it in any longer.

“No… yes… maybe.”

“You are too cute for your own good.” You told him as you got more comfortable and ran a hand through his hair.

“I literally haven't seen you this entire week. Can you blame me for missing my wife?” Joe asked as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“No I can't blame you, I've missed you all week too.”

“But yet you volunteered to watch our nephew.”

“To let Ja'Marr go on his date and besides, it's only for one night. And we want to get as much practice in as we can before having our own, right?”

“I guess, but making the baby is the fun part, I hear.”

“Hmm, I think I've heard that once or twice before.”

“But…. He's sleeping so…” Joe started to say as he trailed off and his right hand started to make its way underneath your shirt.

“You mean to tell me that you absolutely cannot wait under any circumstances?” You asked and he replied by shaking his head no.

“As soon as I saw that he was here, I told your twin to come and get his kid so that I could get laid.” He confessed, making you laugh once more.

“Why am I not surprised? But if we do, we have to be really quiet because the last thing I want to deal with is a grumpy cranky baby. If that's the case, you have to watch him for the rest of the day.”

“Why are you telling me that when you're the main one who has a volume control problem with her voice? Especially when I suck on your clit.” Joe asked as he kissed the shell of your ear and started to make his way down your neck.

“I see you don't have a smart ass comeback for me.” He added as both hands reached up behind you to undo your bra.

“Shut up before I change my mind and you know that I'm never going to let you live this down, right?”

“Maybe but, I got what I wanted in the end so I call this a win.” Joe told you as he was trying to get your shirt above your head.

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 10

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lizzie stepped out of her building and stopped dead in her tracks.

Parked at the curb, looking obnoxiously shiny and way too clean, was a brand-new Range Rover. Like, brand new. As in, it still had that fresh-off-the-lot aura and possibly even the smell.

She took a few steps closer, her eyes wide in disbelief. It was...quite something. The shiny silver paint glittered in the afternoon sun, and the rims looked expensive, too expensive. Like, the kind of expensive that made her cringe a little, wondering just how much money Lando had spent on this.

Lando was leaning against the hood, hands in his pockets, looking way too pleased with himself. He grinned as soon as he saw her. “Morning.”

Lizzie narrowed her eyes. “Tell me that’s a rental.”

Lando’s grin widened. “It’s not.”

Lizzie felt like banging her head against a wall. Why, oh why, did he have to be so stupidly rich? "You bought it, didn't you?" she asked, her voice a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Lando opened the passenger door for her, completely unbothered. “You said you needed a four-seater.”

Lizzie looked at him, then at the car, then back at him. “So your solution was to buy a whole Range Rover??”

 “I needed one,” Lando said simply.

Lizzie scoffed, hauling Mara’s travel bag over her shoulder as the Labrador hopped into the backseat. “You did not need one. You just didn’t want to admit you didn’t have a single practical car.”

Lando shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing in the world. "It's a good car. Safe, reliable, plenty of space for Mara."

Lizzie crossed her arms, trying to hold back a sigh. This man was absolutely maddening. "And you couldn't have rented one, like a normal person?"

Lando raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. "Where's the fun in that?" He was clearly enjoying her reaction, the bastard.

Lizzie glanced around the interior as she got in. The thing was so pristine it didn’t even look lived in. “How long have you had this?”

Lando started the engine, the sound of the purring engine filling the air. "Just bought it yesterday."

Lizzie gaped at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

Lando turned to her, smirking. “Yeah? And?”

Lizzie shook her head, unable to stop smiling. “It’s kinda endearing.”

Lando wiggled his eyebrows. “I knew it.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were warm as she settled into the definitely-not-rented passenger seat of Lando’s definitely-bought-on-a-whim Range Rover.

"Besides, now I have a car to chauffeur you and Mara around," Lando said proudly.

Lizzie bit back a laugh. "Oh, so now you're my chauffeur?"

Lando glanced over, grinning. "Who else can say they have a F1 driver as their personal chauffeur?"

Lizzie rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "Very witty."

She settled back into her seat, enjoying the feeling of the luxurious leather against her skin. "So, where to, chauffeur?"

"London," Lando answered easily. "I got us a hotel near Hyde Park. You know, for Mara."

"That was....really thoughtful," she conceded.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Of course it was. I'm thoughtful. I'm thoughtful and rich and handsome." He winked at her.

Lizzie raised an eyebrow. "You sure you didn't get the penthouse suite, too?" she asked, only half-joking.

Lando merely shrugged, not even trying to deny it. "Only the best for my girls."

The casual way he said it, referring to her as 'my girls' sent a flurry of warm, fuzzy feelings swirling around in her chest. 

He had indeed gone for the Penthouse. At a hotel that she was pretty sure was fancier than even the ones she got when she was on her usual reading journeys.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Lizzie said, trying and failing to sound exasperated.

Lando gave her a lopsided smile, clearly enjoying himself. "Yeah, but you like me anyway."

"I love you," she blurted out.

The air in the room suddenly felt charged. Lando’s eyes flicked to her, his expression softening, the smirk gone.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. “You do?” he asked, his voice low and quiet.

Lizzie held his gaze, her heart pounding. "Of course I do," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "You're infuriating, and extravagant, and impossible, but I love you anyway."

Lando's hand closed around hers, and he lifted it, brushing his lips against her knuckles. "Good," he murmured. "Because I love you, too."

Lizzie had faced a lot of nerve-wracking moments in her life.

The first time she had to pitch her book to an editor.

The first time she stood in front of a crowd for a live reading.

The time she accidentally ended up sitting next to a literal royal at a publishing gala and tried very hard to act normal about it.

But somehow, meeting Lando’s best friend felt just as intimidating.

It wasn’t that she thought Max Fewtrell would be mean—Still, she didn’t have much time to overthink it before Lando knocked on the apartment door.

Max opened it a second later, and his eyes barely even landed on her before immediately locking onto Mara—who, because she was the world’s most dramatic dog, was proudly wearing her Ferrari bandana.

Max blinked.

Then he burst out laughing.

“Mate.” His voice was filled with delight. “You were not joking when you said your girlfriend is a Ferrari fan. How is that going for you, McLaren Driver?"

Lando rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Ha ha, very funny," he said, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

Max's gaze shifted to Lizzie, and his laughter subsided into a warm smile. "You must be Lizzie, then? I'm Max Fewtrell. This is already isso much better than I expected,” he said as he closed the door behind them.

Lizzie smiled nervously, trying to ignore the way her palms suddenly felt sweaty. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Max stepped forward, pulling her into a friendly hug. “It’s great to finally meet the woman that’s putting up with Lando's bullshit.”

From the couch, a woman with dark blonde  hair—Pietra, Max’s girlfriend, presumably—laughed. “Oh, this is already fun.”

Lando gave them both a mock glare. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his arm sliding automatically around Lizzie's waist.

Max threw him a smirk. "Don't act like you're not a handful, mate."

Lizzie leaned into Lando's side, feeling a little more at ease. It was somewhat reassuring to know that Lando's friends found his antics just as endearing as she did.

Pietra jumped up from the couch, walking over and pulling Lizzie into a tight hug. "Ignore those two. It's wonderful to meet you! Lando has talked a lot about you."

"Yeah, especially since he finally managed to ask you out," Max said drily.

Lando shot Max a glare, which only made the latter smirk wider.

"Only took him three months." Max added.

But before Lando could change the subject, Lizzie turned to him with a sudden realization.

“Wait,” she said, narrowing her eyes. "That wasn't the first time you were in that cafe?"

Lando stiffened. “Uh—”

Max let out a noise of excitement. “Oh my God, you haven’t told her?”

“Told me what?” Lizzie demanded.

Pietra grinned, leaning forward like this was the best entertainment she’d seen all week.

“Mate, three months,” Max announced, grinning. “He sat in that café for three months just staring at you like some lovesick teenager.”

Lizzie’s jaw dropped.

She turned to Lando. “You did not.”

Lando rubbed a hand over his face, groaning. “I hate you, Max.”

But Max was thrilled. “Oh, he did. He'd go there to buy his aily coffee even when he could have gotten that at the MTC and then he bought overpriced pastries that he pawned off to unsuspecting McLaren Engineers."

Lando shot Max a withering look. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Max shrugged, completely unapologetic. "What can I say? It was hilarious to watch.”

Lando, red-faced and clearly miserable, mumbled, “I was going to say something. Eventually."

Max snorted. “Not in this century, mate.”

Lizzie bit her lip, trying to fight her grin. She reached out, threading her fingers through Lando’s and squeezing his hand.

“Three months, huh?” she said, looking at him fondly. “You really liked me.”

Lando sighed, resigned to his fate.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I really did.”

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Weekends With You

Agatha Harkness x reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Notes: Requested, fluff, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding

Summary: You and your wife, Agatha are busy women with jam packed work schedules. It's rare that you just have time to be lazy. However it seems like fate is on your side as you both have the weekend off.

An: Another post this week, I honestly don't know what's taken over me. Hope you guys have a lovely weekend 🫶.

Masterlist | Masterlist 2

An entire weekend alone together was almost a foreign concept at this point in your relationship. Agatha was a busy woman and so were you. Even if both you managed to snag a weekend alone, it would be filled with social gatherings hosted by family or friends.

There was truly little time for just you and your wife. However, the stars seemed to align this weekend.

When you wake up on Friday morning, you are surprised to feel her arms wrapped around your waist. You turn in her hold to find her already staring at you.

“You don’t have work?”

She shakes her head, “Not until Monday.”

Your eyes widen, “Me either.”

A smile tugs at Agatha’s lips, “Do we have any plans? Parties, dinners, hangouts?”

You mirror her expression, “The calendars clear.”

She closes her eyes, relief washing over her features. Her hold on you tightens, “Fucking finally.”

You snuggle closer, resting your head on her chest, “I know right.” You reach for her hand intertwining your fingers, “I’ve missed just being lazy with you.”

Agatha kisses your forehead, “Me too, sweetheart.”

You yawn a bit, “Is it early enough for me to go back to sleep?”

“Does it matter?”

You meet her eyes, “Depends on if you’ll be here when I wake up again.”

Her eyes soften, “Won’t move a muscle.”

You settle against her mumbling, “Don’t let me sleep for too long.”

Before she could get a response off, you were out like a light. She relished in having you close like this. There were too many mornings that you didn't get to wake up next to each other.

As Agatha took in your figure, she started to believe no job was worth missing this view. Perhaps she could cut back some on her work hours. She wanted more time for just this.

True to her words, Agatha didn't move until you stirred again a few hours later. It was late morning. As soon as you began to wake up, the woman bolted straight for the bathroom.

You chuckled a bit, “You could’ve moved if you had to pee.”

“I’m a lady of my word,” she calls back to you.

When you two make it out of bed, it’s only to go to the living room. You’re comfortable in one of Agatha’s shirts and some shorts. The other woman ops for a T-shirt and some sweatpants.

You cuddle on the couch while watching tv. You basically lay on top of her, but she enjoys your body weight on her.

“Hungry, we can order something?” Agatha suggests as she plays with the hairs at the base of your neck.

“We should cook something,” you respond.

She laughs, “Babe, I love the enthusiasm, but you know we can’t cook.”

You look up at her, “Let’s try.”

Agatha rolls her eyes, “Try not to burn down the kitchen.”

You slap her arm playfully, “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“What would we even make?”

You think for a bit, “Friday feels like a burger day.”

“Burgers aren’t too complicated,” Agatha admits.

“Perfect, I’ll order the groceries.”

Agatha raises a brow, “We can go to the store.”

“I’m comfortable right here,” you insists.

“Of course you are,” Agatha says flatly.

You challenge her, “I can get up if you want.”

Her arms tighten around you, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

You turn your attention back to the TV, “That’s what I thought.”

You stay in that position until the groceries get there. Finding a quick and easy burger recipe was not hard.

While Agatha was rigid in the kitchen, you were more fluid. Though you both were equally clueless. She saw you making educated guesses regarding the seasoning to the ground beef, and was going to step in. However, you redirected her to chopping the vegetables.

“I could cut them and you can take over the seasoning if you want?”

Agatha shook her head, “Not a chance. You and big knife, not happening.”

You sigh, “That was years ago.”

She gave you a pointed look, “You nearly lost your finger.”

You shrug, “They sewed it back on.”

“And if they hadn’t, you would’ve had one less finger.”

“You only care because it’s one of the fingers I use to-”

“Focus on the task at hand,” Agatha cut you off.

You made a couple of patties out of the beef, before heating a skillet to cook them. Agatha demanded to be in charge of the cooking, scared that you would hurt yourself. While she focused on the patties, you toasted and prepared the buns.

“Fuck,” you say in an exasperated tone.

“What?”

You pout, “I didn’t get fries.”

Agatha smiles, “That’s fine, we have some chips. A potato is a potato."

You love the way she looks standing over the stove, spatula in her hand. Her words instantly placate you. Truthfully, you loved how Agatha always had a fix for your problems. Her solutions were simple and highly successful. She regularly saved you from stressing over the minute details of life.

You go up behind her, snaking your arms around her waist and resting your head on her back.

“I’m so glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Agatha has a blush creeping on her cheeks, but she keeps her composure, “Because I said we can eat chips instead of fries?”

You don’t let her escape the compliment, “No, because you’re the most enticing woman I’ve ever met.”

Agatha’s demeanor softens, “I love you.”

You kiss her, your hand rests on her cheek, “I love you too. Don’t forget the cheese on the burgers.”

Agatha chuckles, lightly pushing you away from the stove. You passed her the slices of cheese from the fridge. She put a lid on so the cheese would quickly melt. In no time the burgers were ready.

You assembled them for the both of you, with some chips on the side. As you guys sat and ate, you shared conversations about your weeks. The parts that you hadn’t got a chance to share with each other. The meal was surprisingly good, it warmed both of you.

You wouldn’t say it out loud because it was corny, but you knew that anything that you and Agatha made together had to be good. It just made sense to you.

When you were done the two of you cleaned the kitchen. You washed and she dried the dishes, in a comfortable silence.

“Well now what?”

“You smell like burgers, so a shower maybe,” you point out.

Agatha smirks, “Care to join me?”

“Those were my intentions,” you wink at her.

“Any other intentions I should know about?”

You act aloof, “What ever do you mean?”

“Uh huh, let’s go buttercup.”

Though you had been teasing each other before nothing nefarious happens in the shower. In fact everything has a lighthearted kind of softness to it. There’s a shyness between the two of you. You're stealing glances at the woman you've seen naked more times than you can remember. Agatha eyes ask for permission before helping you wash your body. It’s all very innocent.

When you get out, you decide to put on your sleep shirt. You figure that you’re retiring to the room, so you hop in bed. Agatha follows your lead plopping in the bed next to you.

You both lay, scrolling on your phones. Agatha lays on her side while you’re flat on your back. She tugs your hand and you shimmy closer to her, throwing one of your legs between her’s. The motion is thoughtless as you continue to look at your phone.

You don’t expect it when Agatha snatches the device out of your hand.

“It’s going to cost you to get it back.”

You reach for the phone, failing miserably as you try to grasp it, “And what will it cost me?”

“A kiss.”

You let out an amused huff of air, “Just one?”

Agatha pretends to ponder, “A few.”

“Alright then, deal. A few kisses then I can go back to doom scrolling on Tumblr.”

Agatha sits your phone on the night stand. There’s a gleam in her eyes. One that should let you know that she was up to no good.

You pucker your lips childishly at the older woman, “Ready for my kisses.”

Agatha doesn’t even give you a chance. She places a hand on your waist and begins placing kisses all over your face. Wherever she can get her lips, she kisses.

You laugh at her antics, your voice shrill as she attacks you with kisses, “Agatha!”

She doesn’t stop, instead she takes the hand that was holding yours and extends your arm out. She kisses down and up your arm before locking eyes with you. She has a playfully smolder on her face, “You light my soul on fire.”

You can’t help but let out boisterous laughter. There’s a few helpless tugs on your end, attempts of freeing yourself from Agatha. However, the woman has no plans of letting you go.

Your chest heaves up and down as you attempt to catch your breath. Your eyes shine as they look into hers, “You fill me with warmth.”

Her lips meet yours. The playful energy has disappeared. You feel the atmosphere shifting in real time. Her lips moves against yours, almost hesitating. You meet her tentatively, in no rush to break this bubble that you’re in.

Her breath is minty like your shared toothpaste. The coolness matches the tempo of the kiss. You shiver as Agatha’s hand begins to slide up your bare thigh.

Your breath hitches when her fingers slip past the elastic of your underwear.

“Agatha,” you mumble her name against her lips.

Her eyes open, and they’re loving as the meet yours.

“Can I make you feel good, pretty girl?”

You nod slowly. In a much more deliberate way, she kisses your chin, the base your neck, your collarbone. You pull your shirt over your head in one swift move. She kisses the middle of your chest, before cupping your left breast in her hand.

Your back arches when her mouth takes in your hardened nipple. At first, she’s lost in the feeling of the hard bud in her mouth. Her eyes closed as she licks, sucks, and nips, the sensitive area. It’s when she switches to the right breast, that she keeps eyes contact with you.

Your thumb swipes across her cheek tenderly, “Fuck, I love it when you look at me. Don’t stop, I want you to see how good you make me feel, Aggie."

Once she releases your nipple, she continues to kiss down your abdomen. She’s halfway down when you tuck your finger under her chin. You pull her back up to your lips.

Her tongue slips intto your mouth this time. You let a mewl travel from your mouth into hers, as she kisses you lovingly.

The kiss ends when you tug her shirt over her head. You find yourself staring at her perky breast, once they’re exposed. Agatha kisses your cheek, noticing your staring.

“They’re all yours baby,” she reminds you.

The heat on your face doesn’t stop you from grabbing her breasts in both your hand. You massage them, your fingers twirl her nipples. She moans at the stimulation. You can’t help yourself as your moth begins sucking at the swells of her breasts. She doesn’t stop you, as you mark her.

While you do that, her fingers travel to their original position between your legs. She can feel a small amount of dampness on your underwear It makes you gasp against your skin.

“So wet for me baby,” Agatha slides her finger oast the fabric.

She doesn’t say a word as her fingers drag through your folds. She moves them back and forth a few times, partially unable to believe how soaked you are.

A whimper from you, breaks her trance. She slowly pushes a finger into you, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. She finds none, only your mouth slightly open as she slowly thrusts her finger in you.

The sound alone has Agatha pooling in her own panties. She lowers herself so that she has a better view of your pussy swallowing her finger.

“M-more.”

Agatha adds another finger at your request. She picks up the speed just a little. The breathy sounds that were leaving you, turn more solid. She loved hearing you moan because of her.

“Taking me so good baby,” she mumbles mesmerized by the sight in front of her.

“Your fingers were made to be inside of me,” you manage to squeeze out of your mouth.

“I feel you building up for me. I have to taste you before you cum,” Agatha licks her lips.

Soon her head is dipping down. While her fingers pump you, she guides her tongue down your pussy. The first thing she thinks as she taste you, is that she never wants to stop. You taste like heaven to her.

She’s tempted to remove her fingers and fuck you with her tongue, but she wouldn't do that too you while you're this close. Your hips rock into her fingers as your desperation begins to peek through.

“Agatha, I need to- please,” a plea falls from your lips.

Agatha doesn’t respond verbally. Instead she flicks your clit with her tongue before sucking it like a lollipop. She does it twice more using the hand that’s not inside of you to rub tight circles on your clit.

“Oh fuck,” escapes you as you grip a handful of Agatha’s hair.

She sticks her tongue out just enough to feel tour clit pulsating against it. She’s eating it lazily as your high comes down.

“You’re so perfect,” you say to her, pulling her back up to meet your lips.

You don’t know when she took her panties off, but she did. She slick pussy was making a mess all over your thigh. You couldn’t find yourself to care as she began wiggling her hips as you kissed.

Your hands rest in the dips of her hips, “Let me help you.”

Rhythmically you guide her in riding your thigh. You tense the muscle and you watch her throw her head back. You kiss along her neck while she humps your thigh. You lick long stripes ending with delicate kiss.

“I’m going to cum all over your thigh, baby.”

You keep eye contact with her as you suck on her nipple. Your hands still dictating the swing of her hips.

“Kiss me,” she commands.

Your lips smash against hers. Her hand on the back of your neck keeps you kissing her. Her hips stutter and you feel her muscles go stiff then slack. Her falls into your shoulder. She leaves a light kiss there.

“I think we were supposed to do that before the shower,” you joke lightly.

“Shut up,” Agatha jokes back.

You kiss her forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she raises her head briefly to peck your lips.

The rest of your weekend follows a similar pattern. Both you and Agatha realize that you aren’t willing to give it up. Both of you changing your work schedules, so you can spend the weekends wrapped up in each other.

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୨୧ SILENT TREATMENT

͏─── ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏禅 “WARNINGS; “ fluff, ignoring/silent treatments (ofc), there is a kiss in winters, pet names, established relationship

Nothing here ;)

KARINA

Karina watched as you sat beside her, a bowl of cereal in your hands. Your gaze was focused on the television, you didn’t bother to spare her a single glance. She bit her lips contemplating on whether or not to call your name. “Yn…” silence. “Love?” Silence. “Come on Yn I already said I’m sorry” her tone became more whiny and needy. The moment she stood up you thought she was going to give up and walk away but instead she knelt down in front of you, her hands clasped in a pleading form,her expressions as soft as ever. “Baby please forgive me…” she pleaded with a puppy eyes which made your lips twitch in a small smile. “Fine fine I forgive you”

GISELLE

Giselle knew that once you gave her that glare and that look she was done for. She knew you probably wouldn’t talk to her until you’re satisfied with her attempts at apologizing. The first thing that crept into Giselle’s mind was to get you some of your favorite things, she knew it would be hard to resist those. She grumbled as she walked through the door a load of shopping bags in her hands. She plopped them right infront of you with a sigh. “Babe I know I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry for what I did and I bought this for you just to make it up” she said gesturing over to the gift. You thought for a while. Her apology seemed sincere and you could see the genuine apologetic look written on her face. “Ok, I’m sorry for the way I acted too” you also apologize pulling her into a big hug.

WINTER

Winter knew you were dead serious mad when she saw a tear slip out from your eye. That’s the only way to know when something really got to you. She tried to call out to you but stood there frozen as you slammed the door in her face. She didn’t mean it to go like this. She sighed and went back downstairs to contemplate on either giving you space or going to confront you. Night time came and she climbed into the bed watching as your backed face her while you scrolled through your phone. She couldn’t take it anymore, not hearing your voice for almost a whole day id driving her crazy. Her hands found it’s way and snaked around your waist pulling you closer to her chest. “Baby I’m truly sorry, I didn’t mean it. You can hit or slap me I don’t care. Just please stop ignoring me…..” she pouted resting her chin on your shoulders. You didn’t respond. But soon laughter followed after the silence. “Min I don’t think I can ignore you and longer with you acting all sulky and cute” you giggled at her nuzzling into your neck placing a soft kiss on your neck.

NINGNING

Her stubborn self definitely wouldn’t want to apologize first. She kept convincing herself that you’d come back and apologize to her. She tried giving you the cold shoulders, not acknowledging your existence (but she still took secret glances tho). And everything to make you feel ignored so it was a shocker to her when you didn’t even bother to spare her a glance. Her mind began to swirl with bad thoughts. What if you never apologize and it leads to a break up? No she can’t survive you’re basically her whole world. She put her ego down and mustered up the confidence to come up with an apology. “Hey…” she said trying to sound nonchalant but deep down she hoped you didn’t notice how desperate she was for you attention. “Look I’m sorry for what I did….. I promise to be better” she said biting her inner cheek. You hadn’t even looked up from your phone yet, until now. You set your phone aside glancing up at Ningning. Her heart beat started to beat like crazy. What were you going to say next? She hoped it wasn’t something bad. “Promise?” That was all you said. “I promise” she said after clearing her throat trying to get a grasp of your hand.

[sosadrn]

On This the 100th Anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic, We Reconsider the Buoyancy of the Human Heart

What’s wrong? Titanic asked me this morning, when she found me lying on the ocean floor with all my suitcases strewn open.

Oh, I dunno, I moaned. I was looking through National Geographic and saw some pictures of you, and thought I might come have a chat. You looked great, by the way, in the pictures.

Me? No. Titanic smiled. If anything I seem to have become a Picasso. And I have a beard.

It was true; she looked more like a collage of a ship. Strangely two-dimensional, in a crater of her own making: French doors, boilers, railings every which way. And she did have a bit of a beard-rust icicles hanging in red strands from her iron engines.

Sitting up in my own little crater, I sort-of blushed.

To be honest, I told Titanic, My honey’s leaving town soon and I’m afraid it’s gonna wreck me, so I dove down here.

Well come on in, Titanic said, but I’m not sure I’ve got what you’re looking for.

So in I climbed, through a window between two rust stalactites, and began to pace her great promenade. (Which should have been awesome, by the way — walking by the ghosts of all those waving handkerchiefs — except that I was in that feeling-sorry-for-yourself state where every hallway is the hallway of your own wretched mind, every ghost your own ghost, so I didn’t take a good look around.)

When I got to the Turkish baths, I sat on the edge of a barnacled tub and watched weird crabs scrabble at my feet.

I was hoping you’d teach me how to sink, I said. You who have spent a century underwater with 1500 skeletons in your chest.

I don’t know, said Titanic, I’m kind of a wreck.

Exactly! I said, Me too! I’m here to apprentice myself to wreckage. I’m here to apprentice myself to you! Great bearded lady, gargantuan ark, you floating hotel. With enough ballrooms in you to dance with everyone I’ve ever loved.

My heart has an iceberg with its name on it, I told Titanic, so I need your advice. Tell me, did you see the iceberg coming?

I did, Titanic said.

And you sailed right into it?

It was love, Titanic said.

And the band just kept playing? And the captain stayed at the wheel? What did it feel like to swallow seawater? Tell me, Titanic, how did it feel?

It felt like a hole in my side and then it felt like plummeting face first into the ice-cold ocean.

She’s a straight talker, the Titanic.

Alright, I said. Now let’s talk about rust. When my love leaves, I’m planning to weep stalactites from my chin. I will wear my sadness in long strands. Like you, I will be bearded by it.

Then I made a terrible noise.  Eeeeeeeeeeeerkkkkkkkkkk! I’ve been practicing the sound of wrenching metal, I told her, from when my love leaves.

But you aren’t made of metal. Titanic said to me.

I’m a writer, I said, I can be made of anything.

Well then, be a writer. She said.

Be a writer? I paused, anemones between my toes. Okay. When my love leaves. I will start with SOS. I will Morse code odes as the whole world goes vertical. I will write nosedives as my torso splits in two.

And the next day I will write the stunned headlines, and the next day I will write the obituaries, and the next day I will write furious accusations, and the next day I will write lawsuits, and the next day I will write confessions of wrongdoing, and the next day I will write pardons, but I won’t really mean it, and the next day I will write sonnets, but they won’t fit the schema, and the next day I will write pleas, please, please come back. The next day I will write epitaphs, navigation maps, warnings for future generations about the hubris of human love. I will write quotas and queries and quizzes, I will write nonsense, I will write nonsense, I will write nonsense all the way down and no diving teams will find me, no robot arms will retrieve me in pieces, never will I be reassembled in plain air. No, I will remain whole, two miles down, with my suitcases strewn open, and in 100 years I will still be writing about this feeling, though my heart be a Picasso, though my heart be bearded at the bottom of the sea.

The Titanic let me cry for a while, my sobs echoing off her moldy mosaics.

Then she said: Girl, you’re too young for a beard like this. You’re never gonna get some if you rust over now.

I sniffled a little and scratched my name into the green slime of the tub.

The trouble with you humans is that you are so concerned with staying afloat. Go ahead, be gouged open by love. Gulp that saltwater, sink beneath the waves. You’re not a boat, you can go under and come up again, with those big old lungs of yours, those hard kicking legs.

And your heart, she said, that gargantuan ark, that floating hotel. Call it Unsinkable, though it is sinkable. Embark, embark.

There are enough ballrooms in you to dance with everyone you’ll ever love.

That’s what the Titanic told me this morning, me, lying next to her on the ocean floor.

There are enough ballrooms in you.

This is by Laura Lamb Brown-Lavolie from Alight: Best-Loved Poems from the 2013 Women of the World Poetry Summit.

Princess Mononoke (Hayao Miyazaki, 1997)

[dinkerr]

rockstar vi touching herself to playboy model reader ♡

warnings: this is kind of part 2 to my first one, masturbation, fingering, brief mention of alcohol, vi is a loser, rec from anon, this is absolute ass and very short i'm sorry, i wrote this while sitting in the waiting room at the eye doctor, that's it i think.

｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ vi can't stop thinking about when she had the fortune association of meeting you. you're burned into her head like a branding, the image of how you looked that night, how you talked and carried yourself- she misses the taste of you when you were in that bathroom stall with her and holyfuckyou'renotreturninghercalls.

a brand new playboy magazine with you plasterered on the front cover had just come out and of course she bought it like a horny teenage boy as soon as she heard about it after playing a show. the famous rockstar herself wasn't even amusing the thought of what it'd look like if her fanbase saw her buying a porn magazine the same hour it came out. she just needed you.

she layed on her old leather couch the moment she got back to her apartment, limbs sprawled over it with empty bottles of alcohol on the coffee table in front of it. she was mindlessly flipping through the thin pages of the magazine, eyes boring into each image and deciding if it was worthy or not with the only true thought running through her head was seeing you.

her moans are mixed with the sound of nightime in la when she sees you after another flip of a page- the distant sounds of police sirens and cars honking and people walking on the cold streets the moment she flips a page and brings her free hand to quickly unzip her jeans and rub lazy circles on her clit.

you're on your knees, your bare ass in the air with your elbows propping you up, your only prop is your hair and the cherry red telephone you're holding to your ear.

she sees your familiar eyes on paper looking into hers like they did when the gleam of the blue lighting radiated down on the two of you when she met you in the same club she's been going back to every night ever since you haven't been returning her calls.

it's like you're taunting her, like you asked to hold a telephone and to look into the camera lense because you just knew that she'd see this, like you knew that she'd be touching herself to you.

she threw her head back on the armrest of the old leather while her eyes focused on your tits that were barely visible, instinctively spreading her legs apart almost as if you were there between them. she moans and her hole clenches around nothing at the thought, and all she can do is slip her fingers inside her and pump them as quick as possible.

the familiar sound of her pussy squelching and her moans filled her ears with her eyes focused on you, and they never had any plans of leaving whatsoever. she wants you to fuck her backstage before and after every show, to watch your tits bounce and hands grip at her biceps to stabilise yourself.

her back arched off her couch and her eyes roll to the back of her head at the thought, her heart shaped lips open in a moan when she pumps her fingers faster and her cum stains the inside of her jeans. she fucks herself through it, pretending it's you who's doing so. she's had sex with you before, right? she's not creepy for pretending you're fucking her when she looks at naked pictures of you.

later, she's walking through her apartment to reticently reach for the phone to call you for what felt like the most repeated thing she's done this week.

she hears the phone beep before it stops, her heart skipping like a loser at the realisation that you've answered.

"hi." she says over the phone, her voice sounding more sad than she'd ever like. "you haven't been answering my calls."

"i know, i'm sorry i ditched you. going to cancun for work." you explained.

"without me?"

"you can't come. it's for my work."

"i'll see you there. my and my buddies will find you." she spoke, and she knows you know who she is now. she knows you know that you're stuck with her.

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

Write-y mood because .😮‍💨

Another what if: what if Tommy and Buck met after the firetruck bombing?

"Tommy?" Carla was taken back at seeing the man walking through the hospital waiting room with a strained expression, dressed in well worn hoodie and jeans. She had seen pictures of the man from when he used to date Abby. But never met him prior to this moment.

Which was why the man was looking at her with a odd look.

"Do I know you?" He asked slowly, as though he was going through a mental rolodex of people he had met in the past.

Carla laughed, realizing she had jumped the gun. "No, well I've seen you before. I'm Carla Price. I was the home aid for Patricia Clark."

"Oh." Carla thought the way Tommy's face scrunched up was cute, but she watched in slight alarm as he suddenly looked nervous- his shoulders tensing. "I-" he cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable as his eyes shifted around the room. "I heard about her passing, I'm sorry. I sent a bouquet to Abby and Matthew when I heard she passed. Do you know how Abby is doing?"

Carla scoffed, not missing Tommy frown at that, "I haven't heard much from her since she left for Ireland and left Buck, her boyfriend, in the wind." She sighed, "I know she was hurting but I didn't expect her to ghost the boy." She shook her head and nudged her chin towards the teddy bear dressed up as a firefighter and holding a small helium balloon that had "Get well soon."

"Take it you're here to see someone?"

Despite her friendly demeanor, Tommy still looked nervous. Carla chalked it up to Tommy perhaps being nervous for whomever he got the bear for.

Tommy looked around the waiting room, scrubbing his face worriedly as he explained, "Sort off? I'm a firefighter and I saw what happened to this firefighter who worked at my old station so I-"

"You know Buck?" Carla asked excitedly.

"Oh? No? Well not really?" He sighed and tried to recollect himself and then frowned. " Buck as in Abby's ex? There the same Buck?"

Carla pressed her lips to keep from smirking, "Yes." She chuckled to herself as she watched Tommy's shoulders finally drop.

"Thats- that's...wow." Tommy muttered into his hand. "I guess I shouldn't have bought this then." He lifted the teddy bear.

Carla waved him off, "I'm sure he'll love it." She stepped to his side, "He could use some company right now, he's awake but he's been upset about-"

"You don't honestly think I'm going to see him now? I doubt the guy would want to see the guy who used to date his ex."

Carla stood up straighter, "Well, first off, Buck has moved on from Abby. He has a girlfriend now and secondly, he could use all the support he can get. Especially from other firefighters." She looked at him imploringly once she realized he looked guilty about the second part. "Who knows? You two might hit it off." She motioned her hands towards Tommy's body, "You both have the whole tall and Hollister look going for you." She joked as Tommy finally laughed and allowed himself to be led by Carla to Buck's room.

Carla was the last to leave from the group that had been visiting Buck earlier. Ali had to leave to meet with a client, the others had shifts, and Maddie wanted to make sure Buck had food at his place once he was discharged.

"Knock knock." Carla was all smiles as she saw Buck struggle to sit up.

"Back to visit me already?" Buck snickered at Carla rolling her eyes. When he saw Tommy, Carla noticed Buck's eyes go wide. "Uh, who's your friend there?"

Carla gently pushed Tommy forward, the man seemed to freeze, his eyes wide in fear and his mouth ajar. "Well, he's hopefully going to be your friend." She poked Tommy's shoulder. "Want to go ahead and talk there Tommy?"

"Uh, hi." Tommy gave Buck a stiff wave. "I'm Tommy. Tommy Kinard. I-I hope you don't mind, I heard about what happened."

Buck sighed, looking rather put out and nearly snarky when he replied, "Who hasn't heard by now."

Tommy nodded at that, "Well a lot of people, but I was at the 118 so-"

Buck's looked at Tommy with new interest, "You're that Tommy? The one that Chimney called to help us out at the cul de sac fire?"

Tommy nodded, clutching the teddy bear nervously.

"That was so cool! You really saved our butts back there."

Carla felt relieved, Buck hadn't smiled like that since he woke up after being brought in.

"It was nothing." Tommy sounded so modest which only had Buck shaking his head in disappointment.

"It was definitely something!" He laughed, "Never met a firefighter pilot. You probably feel like a superhero when you fly."

Tommy laughed at that, "I mean- sort of?" He bit his lower lip, "I could probably show you around the harbor, if you want? I mean, once your leg gets better?"

"Really? Yeah- yeah I would love that. I don't think I've ever got to see any of the air-op stations before." Buck paused, looking down at his cast covered leg. "Probably less of chance of this happening if I went to the 217." He tried to joke but it only came out at bitter.

Tommy finally settled the bear down on the small table at Buck's side. "How is your leg?"

Buck grimaced at the question, "Doc said there's a chance I could walk again but it's gonna be awhile. I'm probably not going to be a firefighter any time soon."

Carla stepped up, ready to remind Buck that there was more to him than being a firefighter but...

"It's not an easy thing to go through." Tommy spoke up, "I think as firefighters we don't like sitting out because we know we can help, but if the docs are saying you can walk again then that's something to be hopeful about, right?"

The way Tommy sounded so sincere had caused a sort of light flicker in Buck's eyes- a first since he woke up at the hospital.

"Yeah, you're- you're right." Buck sighed, "I- I just-I'm scared. You know? What if I'm never a firefighter after this?"

Carla stood back, watching as the two created their own bubble. She figured Buck would feel that way, but the way he just opened up to Tommy was impressive as was how Tommy being receptive.

She saw Tommy place his hand on Buck's cast, "I know all those what ifs are going through your mind right now, but you have to take it one step at a time. If the doctors are saying you can walk then there's a good chance you'll be a firefighter again."

"You think so?"

Tommy nodded, his smile and voice comforting, "I know so." He patted Buck's leg again, "I should go. I'm sure you need to rest.

"Or- or you could stay? I-I mean, it would be cool if you stayed?" Carla pressed her lips tightly together to keep from laughing, flustered Buck was something else.

Tommy, on the other hand, looked relieved. "I could stay. Actually liking the company." Tommy joked, causing a bit of pink to spread across Buck's cheeks.

"Okay, uh- cool."

The two just stared at each other as Tommy sat down again on the bed, his hand back on Buck's leg.

"Guess I'm just invisible over here then?" Carla felt like she was repeating herself, first Buck with Ali and now Buck with Tommy.

At least both men looked sheepish as they apologized to her, but Carla rolled her eyes at them. "I'm kidding, I'm glad you two are clicking and any way, I need to see Christopher for his physio appointment. So Buck, I will talk to you later and Tommy?" She pointed to the man, "Make sure our Buck behaves."

"I definitely will."

Carla did not miss how Buck turned redder at that but Tommy most certainly did. Tommy finally looked at ease as he waved goodbye at Carla before turning back to Buck with a shy smile.

[juno-verse]

Explore Me

Summary: Even in your sleep, you tempt her.

Dom!Emily, Mommy!Emily, CNC (Somnophilia), Toys

A/N: Oops, this was a bit later than I planned. Hopefully, you guys still enjoy it. This was kinda rushed, sorry! Let me know if there are mistakes.

Men and minors, please stay away.

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It was a cold and dark early morning when Emily finally found her way home. In the unsure hours of dawn, the unit chief immediately made her way to the bedroom, ready to pass out with you in her arms after days of hard work and a grueling case. 

Being the unit chief, Emily was grateful for your endless patience regarding her work. You were understanding whenever she came home at 3 AM, her side of the bed cold and your body comfortable next to hers. And when she did get home on time, you were right there with a warm meal and a sweet kiss. 

Tonight, however, she made a change of plans. Suddenly, she doesn’t want to close her eyes and rest just yet. Not when she has to savor this view right in front of her. 

Because there you were, deep asleep on her bed, wearing only her BAU hoodie with your underwear peeking out. Emily swears you were carved straight from her deepest and darkest desires, that even in your unconsciousness you tempt her.

Your legs seemed to go on for miles, trails she planned to explore. Your face was angelic, serene, and beautiful—quite the opposite of what was going on through Emily’s racing thoughts.

The unit chief was glad she had a break from work tomorrow. Emily plans to use this time carefully—she was going to use it all on you. 

There was a point in time when she despised herself for wanting such unusual things. Emily felt like a depraved woman for wanting to see you on your knees for her, for enjoying it when you show even the slightest amount of submission, and most especially, for craving to take you no matter the time of day—she wanted to take you even in your sleep. 

With the nature of her job, Emily felt like a monster for simply desiring you this much. 

But after sensing her hesitation to do anything remotely intimate with you—to the point that it was affecting her ability to be around you—you had to sit her down. 

The two of you had a long and intense conversation about sex, consent, safewords, and everything else that made sure both of you were comfortable and safe with each other. It helped Emily understand that you wanted her just as much—it reassured her immensely that you trusted her with your heart and body. Even with this one little thing she was about to do. 

And as soon as that conversation ended, it was a long night of newfound passion and discoveries with each other. 

So seeing you like this… Oh, her mind was listing down all the things she wanted to do to you.

Emily took a tentative step but the floorboards decided to creak loudly beneath her weight. The unit chief thought she had to fix that as soon as she saw that you stirred awake and took a slow peek at her.

“Is that you, Em?” You hummed sleepily before closing your eyes again when you saw it was just your girlfriend. 

“Yes, sweet girl. Go back to sleep. I’ll be with you in a bit.” Emily answered with a strained voice as you shuffled around and ended up with your body facing her. A visible gulp made its way down her throat as the hoodie rode up your thigh.

Emily swears you were doing this on purpose. But as you smiled sleepily up at her, her heart warmed at the sight. You mumbled your agreement which sounded like a cute little “Welcome home,” and then went right back to sleep, ever so comfortable in her presence.

She only made her move once your breaths evened out and you were sound asleep once again. 

Sitting by your legs, Emily started to drag her finger up and down your bare thighs. She enjoyed the small goosebumps that crawled throughout your skin and the tiny whimper that escaped you, “Hmm… Em…”

Emily caved right there and then, just a taste, she swore it to herself. 

She maneuvered you gently and placed herself between your thighs. The pretty underwear teased Emily endlessly, urging her to remove them. And so she pulled them down with bated breath, your underwear pooling down by your ankles. 

Emily’s hands explored the expanse of your figure, her palms eager to grasp what skin it could reach for. Your frame felt exquisite in her hand, every crevice of your body sculpted by the gods. Your curves were her favorite thing about you, right next to your smile, your face, your everything.

You were so pliable in her hands whether you were awake or not, you were her submissive gorgeous girl. Emily started on your soft stomach, her kisses were open-mouthed and warm. She tasted a hint of your bath soap on your skin and felt you inhale sharply before relaxing back on the bed.

Her tongue then trailed downwards leaving a wet trail on your lower stomach down to your pelvis, you moaned softly in your sleep and tried to swat at the movement on your lower half. Emily only grabbed your wrist and held it down by your hips. 

At the first swipe of her tongue on your inner thigh, you whimpered her name softly. 

“I wonder what’s going on in that mind of yours, sweetie,” Emily smiled and continued to pepper kisses closer and closer to where your body was aching for it.

“I wonder if your dreams are as wild as this,” she whispered and licked a line from your clit down to your entrance which earned her a loud whine from you. You tasted like heaven on her tongue and the raven-haired woman swears she can stay here for hours if you’d let her.

Emily started to put more effort into her licks, eating you out the way she always does. You were writhing in your sleep—because deep in your slumber, your dreams were not much different than what was happening in real life.

The line between slumber and the real world started to blur when you felt the familiar roll of Emily’s tongue on your pussy. Your body no longer knew whether you were getting wet because of your dreams or because there was a certain someone between your thighs. In your dreams, Emily had her tongue deep in your pussy and her thumb playing around with your clit. She ate you out messily as if she was a woman starved to death. 

“Taste so fucking good…” Emily said against your wetness, mainly to herself, but also because she knew that the vibrations drove you wild. She has explored every nook and cranny of your flesh and bones to the point that she has it all memorized like the back of her hand. But up until now, she continues to be awed by your figure. 

At the feel of the vibrations, you felt your insides clench around nothing and your stomach tighten. You started to move more in your sleep, your hips rolling against Emily’s tongue. And for now, she lets you because she knows you, you weren’t quite there yet. You weren’t that desperate mess she needed you to be yet.

So she sucked on your clit, just the way you liked it, and pushed two fingers into you with no preparation. Your eyes started to move frantically behind your eyelids, searching for the source of your pleasure. Emily began to curl her fingers toward the roof of your insides and felt you clench in response. She groaned against your pussy, her fingers wrapped around your delicious heat.

Some nights, Emily finds herself wondering what being inside you would feel like, how tight and warm and good you would be around a cock. But this is enough to sate her, feeling your pussy grip onto her fingers as if refusing to let them out. 

“Em, please…” You whimpered in your sleep, getting closer to your orgasm, and Emily smiled wickedly at the sound. Her chest puffed up in pride, knowing that even in your dirtiest of dreams, you were still hers. This is how she liked you, begging and desperate, hers. 

When whines continued to spill out of your mouth and your hole started to pulse rapidly around her fingers, Emily halted all of her movements. You cried out in your sleep when she stopped, your body not understanding the abrupt stop to the pleasure.

Pulling out of you, a long whimper spilled out of your mouth. Giving your clit a last lick, Emily smiled at the way it twitched in response, pleading with her to come back. Even with no words, you still knew how to beg for her. 

“You did such a good job, baby.” Emily kissed your stomach and pulled up your panties before leaving the bed to clean up and start her bedroom routine.

And on the bed, you were still breathing heavily with legs still twitching every few seconds.

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So when you came to the next morning with wobbly legs and wet underwear, you woke up confused and horny. The dream you had last night turned into a distant memory despite feeling all hot and bothered.

Turning to the woman beside you, Emily had an arm wrapped around your lower stomach, and her face pressed against the same pillow as yours. You smiled up at her and tucked a loose strand behind her ear. She sleepily looked for the warmth of your hand in her sleep so you kissed her cheek softly.

Emily looked gorgeous in this morning light, her pale skin gleaming and her lips a light shade of red.

Being this close to her, reminded you of the dull ache between your thighs. You sighed heavily as you weighed your options: you can either take a cold cold shower now and ready yourself for the weekend so you can let your girlfriend sleep, or wake Emily up so she can help you out with your little wet problem.

As you stared at Emily, sound asleep and breathing deeply, you opted to let her rest. After all, you knew how hard she worked these past few days. Making a move to stand up, her grip only tightened on you—as it turns out, Emily decided for you. 

“Stay with me,” she mumbled in her sleep and you didn’t have the heart to say no.

Her hand started to travel up and under your hoodie, her hand settling on your bare waist. Her touch felt cold against your warm skin and you shivered against her. Having her hands on you in such an intimate way was turning you on even more. Even in her sleep, Emily still affects you.

You stayed still for a few moments, trying to calm your beating heart and cool down the heat spreading throughout your body. But when Emily started to trace patterns on your skin, unconsciously and enticingly, the heat turned fervid. The pleasure you were feeling last night carried into this slow morning. You had no way of stopping yourself when she felt this amazing already.

You groaned and sat up to straddle the woman, your center pressing down on her toned stomach. The pressure against your clit made you feel relieved. You started to ride the hard muscles on her stomach, every movement sending jolts of pleasure up your stomach.

You bent down to leave kisses on her jaw softly as you tried to wake her up, “Em, please…” Your wetness seeped through your panties and left a wet trail on her stomach. You were already so close because you woke up so needy.

Emily stirred awake and was greeted with a lovely view once again. There you were on top of her riding her stomach eagerly with your hair still tousled from your sleep and her clothes on you. “Good morning, baby. Need something?” Emily husked out slowly, her voice still groggy from sleep. Her hands gripped your hips possessively, guiding your movements against her stomach. 

“Need you, please…” You whined desperately—Emily smirked, her plan had worked. “Okay, baby. Just keep moving against me.” She continued to push and pull on your hips as she flexed her stomach, hardening them to help you ride your pleasure. You moaned louder at the feel of her hard muscles, you looked down and salivated over her figure.

“I’m close, Emily—!” You cried out as you were nearing your orgasm. Emily suddenly flipped the both of you, leaving you unfinished once again. You looked up at her with tears in your eyes, mouth ready to beg, when she suddenly pushed your panties to the side and shoved two fingers in you with no warning.

The feeling felt familiar but before you could think about it even more, you found yourself being fucked roughly by Emily. Her movements were pulling moan after moan out of you. 

“Couldn’t even wait until I woke up? You’re so fucking needy for me, baby.” Emily grunted as her other hand made its way to grab the dildo hiding in your shared nightstand. “I’m sorry, mommy! I need to cum for you, please!” You whined as you held onto the sheets. Emily chuckled darkly, you only called her ‘Mommy’ when you were getting needy for her and slowly sinking deeper into subspace. 

“Already? You’re gonna cum already just for me?” She asked with a playful tone you were too fucked out to hear and comprehend. “Yes! Yes, mommy! Please!” You answered her as Emily’s fingers were sucked deeper into your pussy. 

“No.” 

It was just one word and your body instantly obeyed, trying its best to stop your oncoming orgasm. A resounding cry came from you, your eyes widening and tearing up as you stared at Emily in confusion. 

“N–No? Mommy?” Your hips slowed down from riding her fingers as Emily looked down at you smugly. “No, you can’t cum yet, angel.” Her fingers stilled inside you as she watched your tight hole pulse around her digits, similar to last night, begging her to continue. 

“O–Okay, Mommy.” You gulped and nodded, readying yourself because you wanted to be good for her. “Good job listening to Mommy,” Emily mumbled as she pulled out her fingers and replaced them with the dildo.

The toy filled your pussy all the way and you whined her name at the stretch you felt. Emily’s eyes loved the way you looked right now: your panties pulled to the side, your hands clutching the bed sheets tightly, and your eyes looking up at her with so much love and desperation. 

When you adjusted to the size, Emily started to move the cock slowly but roughly, every thrust hitting that spot inside of you. With every thrust, came a moan of her name. And within seconds you were begging her to let you cum again, having been edged thrice already but twice to your knowledge.

“Mommy, I can’t hold it! Please, can I cum?” You begged her, your hips uncontrollable and moving in time with her thrusts. “No. Not until I allow you to.” She answered and halted all her movements. Your body arched as you tried to chase her, hoping to find reprieve.

The raven-haired woman moved south of your body and placed her head between your thighs, “I can stay here and do you for hours. So you will wait, like a good girl, until mommy allows you to cum. Okay, baby?”

It wasn’t like you had any other choice but to say yes, “Okay, mommy! I wanna be good.” After all, you have been aching for your orgasm since you woke up this morning.

Emily edged you two or three more times or perhaps more, you had lost count. She had used the dildo, her fingers, and her tongue on you — just to edge you mercilessly. Emily took that time to reacquaint herself again and again with your body, exploring the places she already knew and still enjoyed every reaction she got from you. Emily knows she would never tire of this, of you, and how well you take her.

By the time the dull morning light shifted into high noon, you had tears down your face, your legs were trembling nonstop, and every single touch on your clit made you cry out. 

When you could no longer form words, Emily finally took pity on you. With the dildo inside you and her tongue on your clit, you were overwhelmed with the aching need to cum that it started to hurt. But this time, Emily was more gentle with you, knowing how sensitive you were already. Her tongue was soft on your clit and the toy was gently prodding at your spot.

You started to whine at the pleasure being given to you, already fearing and anticipating the feeling of being edged again. Sensing your hesitation and pain, Emily was quick to soothe you. “Shhh… sweetie, you can cum for me now. Cum for mommy, angel.” 

Your body released the tension it had held for the past few hours, at her instruction. Your mouth dropped open, a silent expression gradually getting louder as you pushed back against Emily. 

“Yes, Mommy, I’m gonna cum just for you!”

Loud moans fell from your lips, her name the only thing you remember as you orgasmed in Emily’s mouth and around her cock. You were blinded for a few seconds, a ringing so profound in your ears that you had no idea how loud you were getting.

“That’s my sweet girl, keep cumming for mommy.”

“You taste so fucking good all the time.”

All throughout, Emily just watched you in awe and reveled in the way you taste. The raven-haired woman swears you taste sweeter every time she edges you. She helped you through your orgasm, knowing how tiring it must’ve been to be edged for hours and have such a strong orgasm.

Emily pressed kisses to your thighs before pulling out slowly. She set the toy aside and gathered you back into her arms. The unit chief whispered praises in your ears, about how good you were for her and how well you took her. You were shaking in her arms, all your limbs felt heavy and limp. Her body served as a way to ground you back down to reality as she continued to take care of you and ease you out of your subspace.

“You did so well, sweetheart. I’ll get you some water and fruits in a bit, okay?” She pressed a kiss to your forehead as she searched for a towel in the bedside drawer to clean you up between your legs. “Was that okay? Was it too much?” Emily asked as she looked at your curled-up form tucked beneath her chin, still worried about you and how it could affect you. “It was perfect, Em. You were perfect.” You kissed her jaw with a soft smile, reassuring her worries.

When you asked her if she did anything to you last night, Emily just shrugged and said she had no idea what you were talking about. But when you answered that she should do it again and use you whenever she wants, who was she to say no to your offer?

[waterlilyspad]

-Story time yay!-

“I will say, I am impressed you’ve managed to survive Golden Boy.”

Ambessa proclaimed walking around Jayce's slouched body as patterns of rain began to pelt the ground. 

“It’s a shame really, I would’ve liked to know how you did it or even managed to find your way back here but I bet you're exhausted so I’ll spare you the conversation.”

She said before pulling up her spear to jam it into his back. Viktor’s hands clenched as he shuttered, he winced his eyes closed.

Stop it, this isn’t fair, humans are evil I should’ve never even tried look what good that’s done.

He shivered and choked on the lump in his throat before the shocked sound of the crowd picked up and shattered his thoughts.

Voices begin to yell and shout. Opening his eyes he could hardly believe what he was seeing, in a matter of mere seconds Jayce had managed to knock Ambessa to the ground.

Blood trickled from his nose, his chap lips bit into a hard snarl as he stood above her now holding her spear. Instead of looking at Ambessa Jay’s eyes flicked up to Viktor and locked on.

Viktor saw a completely different person than that boy he had known for all those years. He was staring back at the eyes of an animal, no that would imply he had no conventions or goal.

He was looking into the eyes of a king, ready to slay the dragon.

“I won’t fail.”

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ARAF ARF A I Will post the full story to my AO3 hopefully soon! I want to make a one-shot of this one I have everything written out.

[rosygaze]

help wanted!

pairing: johnny storm x assistant!reader

summary: it’s your first day at your new job and a certain cocky blonde helps you out.

word count: 2.2k+

note: not me getting attracted to a blonde man 😔 the f4 trailer kickstarted my mcu hyperfixation again so i had to get this out of my system. might be the start of a lil series of one shots based on this pairing 🤭 also i ignore the fact that joseph wears blue contacts for this. i simply do not accept baby cow eye erasure 🙂‍↔️

“You got this. You got this.” You whispered to yourself in the comfort of your car.

Job hunting was going poorly and you were getting desperate when you saw the ad on the paper. An assistant job. That didn’t seem too hard. Get some coffees, organize files, schedule meetings. You could do that.

What you couldn’t do was freaking rocket science. You could just imagine the look on your face when your potential new boss told you that you’d be working with her at the space center. Why didn’t you read the fine print before going to this interview? She was kind enough not to laugh in your face when you explained that you didn’t have any experience in that field. She just gave you a kind smile and moved onto the next question.

You thought that was it. You blew it. But a few days later, you received a call to let you know that you got the job and that they'd be sending you an information packet soon. You might’ve squealed into the poor receiver’s ear.

Now, here you were in your car, bouncing your leg anxiously and staring at the giant facility that housed rocket ships. You sighed and flicked through the folder in your lap.

After going through everything for the fourth time this morning, your watch read 20 to 9. That seemed early enough to look competent, but not too eager. Another deep breath and you stepped out of your car. You slung your bag over your shoulder and clutched your folder to your chest like a lifeline.

A loud screech made you jump. Your head snapped towards the sound and saw a bright red convertible pulling into the parking lot. A cloud of dust trailed behind it as it pulled into the spot across you. Your curiosity was piqued.

Only the back of the driver’s blonde head faced you so you couldn't make out his face. He adjusted the rear-view mirror and looked at his reflection through a stylish pair of sunglasses. The stranger ran his hand through his hair, and it fell perfectly back in place.

You knew you should get inside but you couldn’t help but stare a little longer. That backfired on you when he peered over the tops of his glasses and you saw big brown eyes looking straight at you, corners crinkled in amusement. The driver killed the engine and you held your breath. He opened the door and long legs stretched out of the flashy car.

He wore nice shoes, khaki trousers, and a well-fitting blue dress shirt. You trailed your eyes further up and saw that he took off the glasses, placing them on top of his perfect hair.

He was handsome.

“Hi.” He called out and looked you over, lingering on your legs. Your fingers reached down to the hem of your skirt and pulled it down ever slightly.

“H-hello.” You stammered and scurried off towards the building. Mentally, you were hitting yourself for stuttering.

“Hey, wait!” You didn’t stop. Gravel cracked behind you and you made the mistake of turning around. You saw him running after you, catching up immediately. “You new here?”

You nodded. “First day.”

“Figured.” He sped up a little until he was a couple of steps ahead of you. He started walking backwards so you could see the devilish smile he put on. “Would’ve definitely remembered you.”

You nearly tripped over your heels.

And he clearly noticed.

“I’m Johnny.” He stopped and held a hand out for you. You hesitated before slipping your hand in his. You gave him your name and tried not to notice how nice his calloused hand fit in yours. “Pretty.”

A warm flush came over your body. You had to get inside quick. “It was nice to meet you, but I have to get going.”

“Which department are you in? Maybe I can give you a tour.”

“That’s very kind but, I know where to go.” You waved your folder in front of him. You didn’t know where you were going but you had a feeling that the longer you spent around him, the more you’d embarrass yourself. The door handle was just inches away from your grip but Johnny beat you to it.

“Sure, but I’m much better to look at than a boring piece of paper. More fun too.” He shrugged, putting his weight on the handle. You tried not to notice how the muscles under his shirt shifted.

“I'll take my chances with the paper.” You scoffed.

Johnny pouted and put a hand to his chest. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes and managed to squeeze your hand in the space between Johnny’s arm. Just barely able to grip the cool metal, you pushed the door open and he pretended to fall inside. You couldn’t even try to hide the silly smile on your lips when you walked past him. The lady behind the front desk looked up at you with an annoyed expression. You faltered in your step.

“Be brave.” Johnny whispered in your ear. You glared at him and he gave you a wink in return.

“Good morning.” You said with a bright smile. The receptionist didn't greet you back. She just gave you another withering stare. “It's my first day and I was told to get my badge here.” You continued.

“Name?” She snapped. You told her, a little taken aback by her tone. She slammed a piece of plastic on the counter and slid it towards you. “You know where to go?”

“Uh-“

She sighed, exasperatedly. “Take the elevator to the right down to basement 3. Turn right down the hallway, take two rights, one left, and it’s the 5th door on your left. Got that?”

“I-“

“I’ve got her, Marge.” Johnny popped up beside you, a thousand-watt smile on yet again. “You have a day as beautiful as you.”

‘Marge’ made a disgruntled sound, looking less than pleased. She gave him a withering look and went back to her work. You shuffled after Johnny to escape Marge's wrath.

“Bet you wish you took up my offer now, huh?” Johnny hit the button to call the elevator.

“Is she always like that?” You kept your voice low in case she could still hear you.

“Yup, haven’t managed to crack her yet but, trust me, it’ll happen one day.” He held up a finger and looked far away, dramatically. Silly. You thought. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Johnny put a hand on the frame and gestured for you to go in. “Come on, I’ll show you the way.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“Do you remember how many turns you have to take?” He raised a brow. You paused for a second too long. He chuckled at your hesitation. “I’m going that way anyways. It’s no problem.”

You wanted to turn him down again but you knew you would just get lost and be late on your first day. Having someone who knew this place to show you the way would be the most logical decision.

Plus, you were slowly learning that you liked brown eyes.

“Okay.” You went inside first and Johnny followed. He pressed ‘B3’ and the doors closed. Your nerves settled in again once the elevator rumbled as it descended down. You tapped a finger against the folder. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel Johnny’s gaze burning in the side of your head. You turned and saw him leaning against the wall, studying you. “What?”

“You nervous?” He nodded towards your finger.

“Who wouldn’t be?”

“Me.” Johnny cocked his head. You shook your head incredulously. “You know who you’re gonna be working for?”

“Susan Storm.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You narrowed your eyes. “You know her?”

“I do.” He crossed his arms. “What are you gonna do for her?”

“I’m her new assistant. I don’t really know what to expect.” You sighed.

“You’ll be fine. She’s nice, really.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Johnny held the door open for you again and let you go out first.

“Are you sure? I only met her once during the interview.” You followed Johnny’s lead as he took you through the maze of your new office.

“Positive. She’s a bit of a hard ass sometimes but she’s one of the smartest people I know so she has a right to be. Don’t tell her I said that. She’d never let me live it down.” Johnny’s hand hovered over your upper back to guide you to turn right when you were about to turn left. “So if she chose you, you must be someone special. I wouldn’t worry.”

“That actually makes me feel a bit better.” Johnny gave you a reassuring smile and you noticed your fingers weren’t fidgeting anymore. “What do you do here?”

“I’m a pilot.” He said, nonchalantly, but you noticed his chest puffed out just a tad.

Your eyebrows shot up. “A pilot?”

“Impressed?” Johnny’s smile turned into a smirk.

“Trying not to be.” You teased but you genuinely were.

“Once you see my skills, you won’t be able to resist.” Innuendo dripped off his words and he looked way too pleased with himself. Johnny led you through two more turns and presented you with an unlabeled door. “Et voila, your new home.”

“Thank you, Johnny.” You said, genuinely. “There’s no way I would’ve found this on my own.”

“No worries.” He leaned against the door and gave you that smile again. The same one that had you tripping over yourself. “But… if you ever wanted to repay your knight in shining armor, maybe you could join me for dinner sometime?”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, not knowing how to respond.

“Johnny!” A voice saved you from your own embarrassment. You looked over Johnny’s shoulder and saw Susan Storm walking towards the two of you. She had a stern look on her face as she stared at the man in front of you. “No flirting with my assistant.”

“I wasn’t doing anything of the sort.” He winked at you.

Susan put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him behind her, standing in between the two of you. Her bright blue eyes turned to you and gave you a warm smile. “Hi, it’s so nice to see you again.” You shook hands.

“It’s nice to see you again too, Ms. Storm.” Her eyes crinkled as her smile reached her eyes.

“Oh, please, call me Sue.” She put her other hand on top of yours and squeezed. Now, you felt stupid for being so nervous. “I see you've met my brother, Jonathan.”

“B-brother?” You looked at Johnny and back at Sue, finally noticing the similarities between the two. Blonde hair, same noses, similar jawlines. Fuck. Were you flirting with your boss’ brother on the first day?

“Younger brother.” Johnny supplied.

“Ah.” You nodded. He was clearly trying not to laugh.

“Hope he wasn’t too much of a bother.” Sue squeezed your hand one last time before letting go.

“He was very helpful actually.” She tilted her head at you and looked back at Johnny, who just shrugged.

“See? I’m helpful.” Johnny told his sister.

“Then go be helpful inside. Ben’s looking for you.” Sue cocked her head in the direction of the room. Johnny rolled his eyes and moved towards the door.

“Fine.” Johnny turned those brown eyes to you again. Something in your stomach fluttered when you locked eyes. “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

“Johnny, what did I say!” Sue hit his shoulder.

“Ow!” He rubbed his shoulder and stumbled through the door.

“Sorry about that. If he ever makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I’ll hit him again for you. Now, let me show you around.” Sue gestured for you to follow her.

You followed your boss through the door and your jaw dropped as soon as you saw what was inside. Behind the nondescript door was a big hangar. There were computers everywhere and various metal parts in every corner. But the piece de resistance was the rocket ship in the middle of the room. It was as shiny as it was tall. You’d never felt so small in your life.

“Whoa.” Was all you could get out. You craned your neck back to see the pointed tip of the ship.

“Ain’t she a beauty.” Sue sounded proud. “That’s the Marvel-1. Our baby. We’re taking her up to space soon.”

“You are?” You walked further in and saw workers walking around, carrying different parts towards the rocket. Banging and clanging sounds echoed through the big space.

“Mhm. It’ll be a small team. Just me, my husband, Reed, our friend, Ben, and Johnny.”

You couldn’t help but scan the people’s faces, trying to get a glimpse of the blonde again but no dice. Is it weird that you were disappointed?

“That’s amazing.” You looked back up at the rocket. “I’ve never seen a rocket in person before.

“You’ll be seeing a lot of them now.” Sue put a hand on your shoulder. “Now, we have a lot of work to do before that thing is ready to launch and I’ll need your help.”

“You can count on me.” You stood up straight.

“I know I can. That’s why I chose you.” Sue smiled at you. You wanted to prove her right. And most importantly, prove to yourself that you could do this. “Ready to take on your first task?”

You nodded, eagerly.

You got this.

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: The Ice Cream Fiasco

Summary: Wifey's first pregnancy cravings hit, and Joel has to troubleshoot options. (takes place early on first pregnancy)

Warnings: Fluff, crazy emotions flying, swearing, and vulgar sexual language at the end.

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Ya’ll might think that Joel had always been the perfect husband, suited to adapt to your any and all needs like he was born with it the moment you were pregnant.

I’m here to tell you, he wasn’t always that on top of it. In fact, the man had quite a bit of failures at first.

There’s also a reason why Clive’s Creamery is the go-to destination for all your desserts. In fact, its the same reason the Dairy Queen right next door is excommunicated in the Miller Household…

He remembered when the first cravings started. You had wanted a blizzard. Cookie dough. Chocolate ice cream. LARGE.

Easy Peasy.

He gets just that, plus a small chocolate ice cream dipped in hard shell for himself. 

Well, you didn’t know he was going to get himself something. Something that, quite frankly, as soon as you saw him holding it for himself as you greedily accepted the jumbo cup of blizzard, you suddenly wanted more.

He is about to take a bite of his ice cream when you loudly shout, “Ah ah!”

He almost drops the damn thing. “What’s wrong?”

“Can—can I have some…whatever you don’t finish?” You ask politely. You were still holding yourself accountable from any outburst that might want to…burst out.

Though, you doubted you'd reach that point ever.

He nods. That’s reasonable. He can just… eat the shell, and you could have the filling part!

When he hands you his saliva-melting ice cream, licked and bitten clean of the hard shell, you face sours.

“What the fuck Joel. Why would I want this?”

“What do you mean…you said you would finish it?” 

You stomp your foot down almost like a tantrum ridden child. “I WANTED THE HARD SHELL. WHY WOULD I WANT THIS.”

“I didn’t know! You didnt say—!”

“DO I HAVE TO, MILLER?” You roared, getting on your heels with threatening eyes, diminishing him. “DO I HAVE TO BE EXPLICIT ABOUT SOMETHING SO OBVIOUS?”

He’s half scrunched to fear, never having seen you so ferocious over some measly ice cream, when suddenly the loud gurgling from your stomach cuts the air.

You look down briefly at your tummy. Your hand clasps it gently before you're quickly wobbling off to the bathroom. 

He stands there, a bit confused, but now he knows for next time. Joel just finishes off the rest of his cone, chucking the honey coated wrapper when—

“DID YOU JUST FINISH IT?????????” You bellow, returning from the hallway.

“Y-you--said you didn't want it now!”

“JOEL. MOTHERFUCKING. MILLER.”

But before you start another shout, your face quickly softens, down turning into a trembling mess as you let out a devastating wail. “I—j-j-just—wa—wanted!—hiccup—it!” You cry. 

And holy hell, you cried. He’d never seen you cry so hard, let alone for a half eaten ice cream cone.

You fell to your knees and gripped his forearm, tears splashing down your cheeks as you huffed.

This might be... a lot more difficult of a pregnancy than he originally thought.

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Ok so Joel learned very quickly — bring the wife next time.

His next trial came very soon in the face of the next evening.

As he rolls up to the drive-thru window, you announce quickly “CHOCOLATE. DIPPED IN HARD SHELL. WITH—“

But the young worker quickly interrupts “We’re out of chocolate.”

He didn’t know why, but something chilly just ran right through Joel’s soul right there.

You blinked at the clerk. “Excuse me?”

“Um—we don’t have chocolate. We’re out—“

You lean over Joel. “What. Do. You. Mean. You’re. Out?”

“Um—we’re… just… out—“

“Say it again.”

Visibly shaking now, the kid says softly, “there’s… no more… choc—“

Like a dog off her leash, you lunge over Joel’s lap, your palm crashing down on his crotch, causing him to slam his head on the roof. You pay no mind, ready to tear the poor kid to shreds.

“WHAT KIND OF ICE CREAM PLACE DOESN’T HAVE CHOCOLATE??? YOU GOT VANILLA RIGHT? RIGHT????”

“Y-yes—?” The kid said frighteningly, looking around for help.

“YOU GOT SOME CHOCOLATE SAUCE?”

“Y—“

“THEN WHAT’S thE PROBLEM HUH? WHERE’S THE CHOCOLATE? HUH YOU GOT VANILLA? AND CHOCO--WHAT'S SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND? WHY ARE YOU EVEN OPEN—“

Joel finally regains his composure, his arm protectively holding you back as you lament, eyes crazy and teeth foaming like a rabid raccoon.

“I’msorryimsorryimsorryimsorry—“ he repeats to the kid, just as he puts the car in drive and leaves the line.

You settle back down in your seat grumpily.

Joel stares forward, frightened by the beast next to him. 

“Okay. Where are you taking me next for some ice cream?” You ask innocently, as if you weren’t about to be charged with assaulting some teen for no chocolate ice cream.

Joel hesitantly glared back at you.

What kind of demon baby was brewing inside you?

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So now we’re back to making sure you DON’T participate in your own snack runs. Joel gives you a menu ahead of time so you can mark off the items you want like a sushi checklist. Then he calls you right before he orders to make sure it’s still what you want.

But Dairy Queen was on day 3 of no chocolate ice cream.

He finds you furiously typing on his desktop keyboard when he gets home, slams the print button, and tears off the sheet.

“Mail this,” you seethe, scribbling down the address on a note sheet.

Joel takes on look at the first line and knew immediately he’s putting this in the shredder:

DEAR MOTHERFUCKER.

It was a letter addressed to the Dairy Queen corporate head office, specifically, the CEO’s desk.

He scanned briefly: lots of “you motherfuckers” this and “chocolate is a birthright” that. Even a sentence that read “I will personally pop my baby out in your lap and eat your innards alive if you do not provide the chocolateS to the local church [the address of the Dairy Queen next store]”

The “signature” line was your signature alright, with a hefty spit you had personally left.

He looks up at you, only to see you’re beaming with pride. 

“It’s good right? That’ll get their attention. No more of this ‘no chocolate’ nonsense.”

Joel didn’t have the heart to tell you that it wasn’t the chocolate that was missing. He had stopped by this afternoon and asked if there was an update, only to find the machine that mixed it was down and missing a spare part. Said it would be another week before it would be up and working though.

He had to find an alternative and fast. Preferably before you find out he never mailed that letter, and definitely before you storming into the building with a torch and gasoline.

“I don’t even LIKE Dairy Queen!” You shouted in the middle of the house, folding your arms with a pout. “I DON’T EVEN LIKE —"

“Who are you talking to?” Joel asks, bringing you your lemonade. 

“The Dairy Gods.” You drop your voice to a whisper, “Maybe they’ll think if I’m not on to them, they’ll bring it back.”

You were officially going insane.

So Joel started asking around. Something that only had good reputation, welcoming to kids and adults, extended hours… None of his friends had any idea. Even Tommy, so immune to your wrath, asked simply "What about that dairy queen next to your--"

"Don't even say it."

He needed some inside scoop (sigh) from some hardcore locals...

He slides a crisp $5 bill to the one 7 year old boy down the block. “What you got?” Joel asks, looking around as if they’re making a criminal deal.

“I know a place…” he brags, checking the authenticity of the bill.

“Ain’t got all day kid. Where?”

“It’s called Clive’s…Clive’s Creamery.”

Joel hadn’t heard of it. “S’good?”

“The BEST.”

“How about chocolate? They got that?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“You wanna make the drive out there and find out?”

Joel grits his teeth and ponies up another $5.

The kid flicks it satisfyingly. “Chocolate is their speciality. I recommend the milkshakes…I’m sure there’s one for ya lady.”

Joel rubs his curly head with a stern look. “Alright. Get on ya bike. And don’t be coming’ over to my house in 9 months askin’ if my newborn can play with ya. You’re too old.”

“Likewise, silver!” The kid shouted, poking his tongue out before peddling away on his bike.

Joel scoffed, but then took a moment to feel his beard and stubble…wondering if those stray grays were getting less stray…

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Gentleman Joel helped you into the passenger seat.

“Where we goin’? You ask, cooke crumbs cascading from your open mouth and all over the car seat.

He settles in and turns on the car.

He smirks. “Somewhere new. Its gonna be a surprise, baby—“

You grip his hair and yank him down to your nose. “Don’t pull this shit Miller, tell me where ya takin’ me,” you growl.

“ICE CREAM.  ITS ICE CREAM!” He shouts, and you quickly let go.

“Ooh yay!” You clap your hands together and face forward, excited once again.

It’s a 12 minute drive, not nearly as long as he thought. He’s taking a big risk, bringing you here without testing the goods first.

God, those $10 bucks he lost to that kid better have been worth it…

He parks along the side of the street. The shop is small on the outside, almost unnoticeable amongst the rows of boutiques and thrift stores.

He opens the door for you, and is instantly greeted by a heavenly, sweet, but tolerable gust of chocolate scented air.

Your jaw drops: “THE MOTHERSHIP!”

The place looked like Willy Wonka’s Chocolate factory.  Rows of handmade bite sized sweets and candy encrusted chocolate bars, with walls adorned with endless tubes of M&M’s, truffles, and caramel bites. The main eye catcher was the handmade ice cream section right in the middle with its rumbling state of the art soft serve machine and benders running a hundred miles a minute whipping up a decadent array of all sorts of flavors.

Joel should have paid that kid $50.

He loses you for just a moment ,but you’re already repeating your order while looking at the board at the cashier. “Yes the—Fudge Cookie Dough Chocolate Gooey Fantasy milkshake please. Can you add extra rainbow sprinkles?”

That sounds like death in a cup, Joel thinks.

She rings it up. “That’s $11.98.”

Your feet immediately shuffle to Joel.

It takes him a second to clear his ear out. “12 bucks for a milkshake??” He says a little too loudly. 

You stare at him with incessant, almost deadly eyes.

“I mean yeah. Here—“ he hands the cash.

They whip it up in no time. You’re too giddy standing at the receiving window, foots stammering back and forth like a little marcher as you’re handed an absolute chocolate monstrosity in a tall glass.

You tear the straw wrapper with your teeth, puck it in, and take that first sip.

This better have been worth it…

He waits for your reaction.

At first, nothing, but then a shiver runs through your entire body, not quite like a cold one but like an orgasm resetting your brain.

“Joel.”

“Yeah? How is it?”

“Let’s go home.”

“Why? What’s wrong.”

“Take me home now.”

Ah shit, it wasn’t good? What now? Why—“

“I want you to fuck me in the ass while I drink this—“

He covers your lips with his burly hand. “Alright just—lets use quiet voice—“

But you mumble through, with no care: “I want your big fat meaty cock absolutely devastating my pussy and rearranging my guts while I drink this, and then I’ll give you the sloppiest hand job known to man—“

He’s pushing you out the door as quickly as possible.

Guess even when it’s a good experience, he still shouldn’t be bringing you out in public.

You slurp your creamy shake all the way home. At one point, you offer him some, and he gladly dips his head so his tongue can capture the straw. He’s dying to know what all the fuss is about, especially since you’re rubbing on hand on your crotch while the other holds the shake.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t even have a second to start sucking before you pull it out of his mouth. “Don’t drink it all!” You scold, sucking it back down for yourself. 

Anyway, you two end up having some of the best sex of your life. 

And Joel learns $12 for a milkshake is a fantastic deal.

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A Pretty Present (Alex Cabot x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You have a plan to help Alex relax during a particularly tough case.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Praise kink, spanking, fingering (R receiving), strap (R receiving), mirror sex, orgasm control, Dom!Alex, sub!R, swearing

Adjusting the tie on your short silk robe, you checked the clock. Alex had called when she’d left the office, letting you know she’d be home late. This case had taken its toll on her, weighing heavy on her shoulders and her mind.

You’d seen her fight before, fierce and meticulous. This time, it wasn’t the sure thing she’d been hoping for. You were certain she could do it, your belief in her infinite. Still, she’d been so focused, so locked in, so tense, you wanted to do your best to help her.

She’d be home soon, right in time for her surprise.

You sunk down onto the couch, kicking your feet up as you sprawled there. The silk of your robe was soft against your skin, like water as it shifted over your body. You’d spent so much time picking out your little surprise for her. So many moments considering which she would prefer, which would make her the happiest, which would please her. You hoped, when she saw what you’d gotten for her, she would allow herself to relax, just a little.

Or, at least, use you to help relax.

The sound of keys in the lock had you standing again, anticipation building within you. The door opened, the blonde haired beauty you’d been waiting on finally appearing. She eased her heels off, the groan soft on her parted lips. Blue eyes slid up as a hand ran through her hair, freezing when she saw you there.

“Welcome home, honey,” you said.

Her eyes swept over your body, lingering where your robe was gaping open.

“I thought you’d already be in bed,” she said, the slow drag of her eyes setting you alight.

“And miss welcoming you home after a long day?” You took one swaying step towards her, “never.”

“It has been a very long day,” she said.

Her hands slid over your hip, her warmth seeping through to your skin. Your arms curled around her neck, pushing up onto your toes to give her a lingering kiss. She hummed into your mouth, her grip tightening on you.

You dropped back onto your feet, your fingertips trailing over the skin of her neck. Blue eyes burned as she gazed down at you.

“You didn’t have to stay up just for a kiss goodnight,” she said.

“No, but I had to stay up to show you something,” you replied.

When she rose a single eyebrow, you stepped back, your hands going to the tie on your robe. You could practically see the thoughts going through her head.

“Do you want to see?” you asked.

“Show me, sweetheart,” she said.

You stepped away, out of her reach, knowing it would annoy her just enough to keep her watching. The fingers toying with the tie to your robe were slow to pull. The knot loosened, robe parting, exposing your body to her. Her sharp inhale of breath was gratifying. Silk slipped off your shoulders, pooling around your feet.

Her gaze raked over you, greedy and hungry, taking in your lingerie clad body. The soft blue set you’d bought that afternoon hugged your body. Lace encased your body, showcasing your curves in a way you knew Alex would find irresistible. You wanted to be pretty for her. The way her eyes darkened as she gazed at you let you knew you’d succeeded.

“When did you get these?” she asked.

Her finger traced along the waistband of the thong, brushing over your skin in way that had you shivering. Your back arched, giving her a better view.

“Today. I thought you might need something to take your mind off the case,” you said.

Her hands spun you, slow enough to take in every inch of you. Stroking down your spine, her hand squeezed the globe of your ass before you returned back to facing her.

“You did all this for me?” she asked.

You nodded, teeth sinking into your lower lip. She stepped back, looking over you again.

“You’re such a good girl,” she murmured.

Her hand curled around the back of your neck, dragging you in. Her lips were insistent against you, kissing you deeply. You whimpered, pressing closer. As her hand slid down your body, grasping your ass, her tongue slipped into your mouth. Your own arms wound around her body, feeling how warm she was against you.

When she lifted, you wrapped your legs around her waist, letting her hold you up. There was no catching your breath, only kissing her deeper and longer. She dropped you, right onto your mattress. You bounced, looking up at her, tossing your hair out of your face. Leaning back on your elbows, you stretched your body out, positioning yourself in a way you hoped would tempt her between your legs.

You were already throbbing with need.

“Look at you. So pretty and all for me,” she said, gazing down on you.

Her hands stroke down your sides before she snapped the waistband of your underwear against your skin.

“You want to help me feel better after a frustrating week?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” you replied, nodding your head.

“Then get on all fours.”

You shivered, loving when she used that tone of voice with you. You scrambled into position as she moved around the bed, slipping out of your view. Glancing over your shoulder, you watched her unbutton her blouse, swathes of skin exposed inch by inch.

“Eyes forward,” she said without even looking at you.

You turned back around, listening hard to what she was doing behind you. If you glanced in the mirror, you could see her, so beautiful, making you tremble as you waited. The bed dipped behind you, a hand stroking along the line of your spine.

“You going to be good for me, sweetheart?” she asked, voice low as she began to massage your ass. You moaned, pressing back into her touch.

Her hand landed against your ass, the sharp sting only making the throbbing worse between your legs.

“Well?” she asked, massaging the sting from your skin.

“Yes,” you hissed.

“Prove it.”

She lent forward, breath ghosting over the skin of your neck. Her arm curled around your body, hand grasping your breast roughly. Her lips littered your shoulder with kisses as she groped at you. Your hips pressed back against her, groaning when you felt the silicone between her legs. Her palm came down on your ass again.

“You look so pretty with my handprint on you,” she hummed.

“Thank you,” you whimpered.

“And when you were trying this little number on, were you thinking about how I’d fuck you in it?” she asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“And what were you hoping I’d do?” she asked, hand slipping under the cup of your bra.

“Anything,” you moaned.

Her fingers were rough as they pinched at your nipple, rolling it until you moaned her name. Her lips pressed to the skin between your shoulder blades, trailing down as she played with your tit. Your hips kept rocking back against her, wordlessly asking for more. It wasn’t until her hand grasped your hip, holding you still, that you stopped.

“Be good,” she said again.

You whimpered but stilled, freezing as her hands continued to fondle you. When you glanced up into the mirror, you watched the way she touched you. On her knees behind you, her soft touches, coupled with her darkened gaze, made you press back. The harness of the strap, black leather stark against her pale skin, drew your eye. She looked so good all you wanted to do was sink down onto her cock.

The hand on your hip slipped around your body, pushing down the front of your panties. She chuckled, feeling how wet you already were, lips pressed against your shoulder. Her finger was slow as it dragged through your folds, finding your clit with an accuracy that had your legs trembling.

“You’ve been imagining this moment all day, haven’t you,” she hummed.

“Yes,” you hissed, “Alex, please.”

“Oh no, princess. I’m going to be enjoying my present. After all, you wrapped it so prettily for me” she said.

Her finger pressed to your entrance. You fell silence, holding still, strung tight in the hope that she would give you more. You needed more. She was driving you crazy.

She pressed in, drawing out a long moan from you. The hand on your breast was still tugging on your nipple, rough enough to make your head spin. A few shallow strokes was enough to draw out a moan from you, her name the sweetest word on your lips. When her palm brushed against your clit, your hips jolted forward, chasing it. Her thrusts stilled.

“Be good,” she said again, harsher, more commanding.

Her hand completely retreated from your pussy, leaving you panting, but doing your best to follow orders. Deft fingers pushed your panties to the side. The tip of her strap dragged through your wetness, collecting it. Her teeth bit down on your shoulder as she bowed over you, covering your body with hers.

Lips closed over your earlobe, heat coating your skin. You trembled, locking your elbows to keep upright as fire licked through your veins. She held you there, in that moment, waiting for more as the tip of her strap found your entrance.

“Do you want my cock, princess?” she asked.

“Yes,” you replied.

“Say please.”

“Please.”

“That’s my good girl.”

She was slow to push into you, listening to your little whimpers. It felt so good, being filled by her. Catching your eye in the mirror, her grip tightened on your hips, dragging her strap out again. You couldn’t look away as she fucked you slowly, drawing out every stroke of her cock.

You watched her fuck you, still dressed in your pretty lingerie, her cock sinking into you with each thrust. You moaned, the sight of her enough to drive you wild. Pressing your hips back with every thrust, you watched her eyes darken. You didn’t care about being a needy little thing. The things she did to you were unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. You’d never wanted someone as desperately as you wanted her.

She brought out a side of you that you hadn’t known existed.

“You’re not going to come until I tell you, are you princess?” she asked.

“No,” you moaned.

“Even if you really want to?” Her hips slammed into you.

“No.”

“Good, because this is my reward for getting through a long day and I intend to enjoy it,” she said.

As she held your eye, she drove her cock into you. Without warning, the slow strokes were gone, roughly thrusting into you. You groaned, trying to meet her thrust for thrust. Her hips snapped against yours.

With a groan, your elbows gave out, sending your face into the mattress. With the new angle, she hit deeper within you. Your fingers clutched at the sheets, moans muffled. Her fingers were digging into your hips as she slammed into you, every stroke hard and rough. You whimpered, pressing back against her, holding on.

The building pleasure was growing overwhelming. Every stroke, every thrust, was hitting that place within you only she’d ever been able to find with accuracy. She was pounding into you, forcing you to feel every inch of pleasure she could give you.

When her hand slipped around your body, fingers finding your clit, you felt tears prick at your eyes. Glancing into the mirror again, your hair in your face, you could see her lips curling into a smile, watching you tremble from how hard you were holding on. She loved torturing you, revelling in the way she could control your body with a tough voice and a sharp look.

She was refusing to go easy on you.

The coil kept tightening and tightening, threatening to tip you over the edge. You sobbed her name, a plea on your lips to let you come. She didn’t.

Your fingers were gripping the sheets hard enough to ache. Her grip was bruising as her hips snapped against yours. She was using you in the exact way you had wanted her to, and you were a mess. You could spend the rest of your life letting her use you like this.

“Go on, princess. Come on my cock,” she said.

You moaned your thanks as your walls clamped down on her strap. It swept you away, carrying you on a cloud of pleasure.

Only then her fingers were still rubbing tight circles over your clit and she was still roughly fucking you into the mattress. You whimpered, the feeling too much.

“Alex,” you groaned.

“Oh no, we’re done when I say we’re done,” she said.

The pleasure built again, faster than you were expecting. You tipped over the edge, crying out her name. She slowed until she was still within you, holding you in place, still on her cock.

“Look at how pretty you are,” she murmured, leaning over you.

You lifted your head, looking in the mirror. With her covering your body, a tear sliding down your cheek, hair a mess, you looked perfectly fucked out. Her lips were pressing to your shoulder, soft and sweet as you watched, doing your best to catch your breath. When her eyes met yours in the mirror, you could see how pleased she was with you.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” she said, lips still brushing your skin.

You whimpered as she pulled out of you, leaving you empty. The hand still on your hip guided you down, letting you relax against the pile of pillows you’d placed there that morning. You watched from under hooded eyes as she slipped the harness off, tossing it aside, not even bothering to clean up.

Blue eye swept over your body again, still clad in the lingerie you’d bought for her. You held a hand out to her, wanting to feel her warmth against you. She crawled towards you, gloriously naked, and so beautiful.

“You always know how to spoil me,” she said.

Your arms curled around her, your hands stroking over her bare skin. She lent down, kissing you softly, the kind that had you melting.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” you murmured against her lips.

“Just a few more months,” she said.

You curled against her side as she settled on the bed. Her fingers were slow as they stroked over the skin of your back. With your head on her chest, you could listen to her heartbeat, slowing your breath to be in time with hers.

“Feeling better?” you asked after a long silence.

“Much,” she said.

“Good.” You sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, knowing they’d feel like jelly when you stood up, “because I need a shower.”

Pausing in the doorway, you looked over your shoulder at her. Her eyes were on you, still dark, openly admiring you.

“Are you joining me or what?” you asked.

She didn’t need to be asked twice.

[brittle-doughie]

Reach for the Stars (Sugar Nova Odyssey)

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You look out the window of the space shuttle as you make takeoff. You started to feel homesick already as you watch Earthbread get smaller and smaller below you, long making it into space.

Crew Cookie 1: Don’t you worry, Y/N Cookie. This mission won’t take long, we’ll be back before you know it!

Astronaut Cookie walked beside you to place a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Astronaut Cookie: “Thank you for coming along with me. I promise we’ll be back home after this mission as soon as possible.”

Yeah, that’s what you were hoping for. You didn’t take the week off from TBD just to use it up on a space mission. You needed your rest too, you know!

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“I’m placing in my submission for a week’s off of work. I’ve trained the other engineers to be able to manage while I’m gone.”

“A week’s off? You’re really pushing your luck there, handycookie! I could grant you this, but what will the other employees think when they don’t see you come in tomorrow?”

“I already told them. Croissant will miss me, but she can stick it out until I come back the next week.”

“Things will be incredibly predictable with you gone, I can just call you in the next day!”

“I’ve worked for this week, even you have to follow the rules you yourself placed!”

“That’s fair. I’ll accept your request for a week off, but I expect you to routinely visit my office when you come back for a month. You’ll do me that favor, right? For your Director?”

“Fair enough.”

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Why did Timekeeper have to make a simple request for a week off so complicated?

Space Doughnut: “Fraka-kaka! Kaki kyyu!”

You were knocked out of thought when Space Doughnut nudged into you as they were running around in the ship, making you chuckle as you patted the donut.

Crew Cookie 1: “Whoah! Do you see that? It's Planet Burger! It's HUGE!”

Woah, they were right. These planets and locations throughout space were large and unique from anything you’ve seen from Earthbread!

Astronaut Cookie: “Come on, Y/N Cookie. I could use some help collecting some samples.”

You: “Hm? Oh sure. Let’s go!”

You mostly preferred to stay in the ship while the others worked on collecting samples from the planets you visit. You do cave to Astronaut’s asks from time to time, seeing it as her way of spending time with you.

You leaned on the spaceship entrance on this particular planet of Ice Sand, as you watched on from afar.

This gave you plenty of time to look around at the stars and many other planets that you can make out in the distance. Though, there was this one section of space in the furthest distance way that was devoid of any stars that you could see.

It was odd to say the least-

Space Doughnut: “Ddooon-Doon! Doa!”

Space Doughnut had nudged into you again, but they looked more worried and on edge as they squabbled about.

Crew Cookie 2: “What's wrong, Space Doughnut? I wish I could understand what you're saying...”

You: “I wish I did too, but they’re clearly afraid of something. We should stay on guard.”

Astronaut Cookie: “They’re right. Our work is done on this planet, so let's get moving. All crew members, board the spaceship immediately!”

You guys didn’t waste any more time to hop onboard the ship and take off.

Space Doughnut: “Ppuuu!!! Puppuuuu!!!”

Space Doughnut couldn’t stop pushing into you, they now wore a face of fear and panic!

You: “Space Doughnut, what is the problem?!”

Crew Cookie 1: “I'm getting a little nervous about this...”

Astronaut Cookie: “Speed it up! There's a space storm ahead, meaning we are at risk of being hit by choco chunk asteroids. We must speed through the area as quickly as possible!”

Wait, it was that section of space that was devoid of any stars or planets that you saw earlier.

And these asteroids, why were they all going in the same direction..?

Space Doughnut: “Ppuuu!!! Ppuuuu!!! PPUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You: “Space Doughnut?! Why are you pushing me towards the window?! What are you…looking at?”

Astronaut Cookie: “Y/N Cookie?”

Then right as it seemed you made “eye contact” with the black hole’s center, it seemed to have reacted and opened up to be larger and more menacing as its gravitational pull intensified!

Astronaut Cookie: “What?!”

You: “BLACK HOLE!”

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