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[greenmanalishi]

[yeyinde]

Pls do update us on what you think of John Wick! Definitely seems like a series you’d enjoy lol

I think @greenmanalishi said it best with:

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Hi babes!! Can u please tag me in Beholder?? <3

Hai! No problem hun! You'll be added from next week 😊

[johnsbleu]

wow okay so i’m only on chapter 5 but hOLY SHIT HOLD MY HAND IS AMAZING!! ✨✨

omg hi! thank you so much!! 💕 i hope you enjoy it!

[omg-imagine]

hey lovely!! i’m a HUGE fan of your writing & i just wanna say that you’re immensely talented. could we get prompt #8 with john??? much love!! xx

Hey! So that prompt list was actually from @ficsnroses. I sent her this ask tho!

[ladyreapermc]

hi hon!! can you pls add me to your tag list??

hI! of course! you want the permanent one in which I tag you in everything; only henry; only keanu? LOL there are a few options. You can also check the link on my bio and add yourself in one of my existing lists.

[fics-not-tragedies]

hi love! could you add me to your tag list? 💛

Sure thing love, already done it! 💖

[phildekem]

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[ficsnroses]

new taglist!

hi all! I’m updating my taglist since it’s been a while. I’ll be updating quite a bit in the month of December, lemme know if you wanna be added to the new one! the purpose of a taglist is for you to receive a notification each time I post a new fic.

Interact with this post in any way you please (like/comment/reblog) or shoot me a DM and I’ll add you! for all folks on the current tag list, you will be removed permanently unless you interact with this post or DM. thanks! ps: if you’re crossed out, I was unable to tag you :(

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[greenmanalishi]

I can see the uncomfy silence in these pics and then I feel this is where they start pouring their souls out to one another and have the most mind-blowing traumatic sex adventure of their lives and never talk about it again. nope???Just me? Fine

You’re on a couch with Abby and she looks at you like this, wyd? x

[greenmanalishi]

*CHAPTER 4 SPOILER*

[iworshipkeanureeves]

Worn Out

Keanu helps you relax after a tiring day.

A tiny thing written for me by me. Mostly unedited. This was initially a drabble, but it really lacked flow, so now it’s that. Nsfw. 

It is another exhausting day and it feels like you’ve had too many of those in the past few months. 

You’re worn out; your steps are heavy, making it very hard for you to climb upstairs.

You stall very briefly before entering the bedroom to admire Keanu sitting in the bed, holding an iPad in his hands. 

He’s watching a motorcycle race and he looks so serene that it immediately makes you less stressed.

It doesn’t take long until he notices you and a wide grin appears on his face. 

“Hey,” he beams, but very soon his smile narrows seeing the fatigue in your glassy eyes.

“Come here, baby,” Keanu invites, dragging the duvet away and uncovering his thighs, revealing the boxers he likes to sleep in. 

Making some space for your weary frame, he spreads his legs, and as he turns the bedside lamp on, you turn off the remaining lights creating a cozy atmosphere.

You have no extra strength to get under the shower, so you simply take your dress off and crawl into bed in just your underwear. 

Keanu helps you navigating, guiding you so that you end up sitting between his opened legs.

He unclasps your bra, giving your breasts the freedom they have been craving the whole day, and once the straps are past your shoulders, he slides them down, before tossing the dark piece of fabric away. 

Your bare back is pressing to his chest, and you fully sink into him, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.

At first, you flinch a little from the initial sensation of his beard brushing against your shoulder, but then you feel his fingers gently rubbing the irritation away. 

He’s gentle; his hands are stroking your shoulder blades, massaging your tired muscles to relieve the tension in your upper back.

It’s so soothing having Keanu touching you, feeling his warm breath lingering on your skin, his lips occasionally nibbling your cheek. 

Then, you sense his fingertips smoothly running up and down your arms, as he begins peppering kisses all over the back of your neck.

Carefully, his hands move forward cupping your breasts, which seem so perfectly fitted for his palms. His thumbs start circling your nipples, and you shiver, feeling the sensation traveling all the way to your limbs.

Very slowly, his digits wander past your belly button, sliding under your panties and finding the way to your clit. 

“Let me take care of you.” He whispers warming up your ear, and you spread your legs a little farther apart, giving him an easier access.

Gradually, Keanu starts drawing lazy circles around your bud, his fingertips traveling in a broad circumference, gathering your wetness with every twirl. 

Occasionally, he sinks lower teasing your entrance, but it’s only a small dip before he comes back to caressing your pearl.

He knows it drives you crazy when you’re desperate to feel him inside.

You lean back, comfortably resting your hands onto his thighs, allowing your fingers to freely roam his leg hair. 

After a long day, it feels amazing having Keanu helping you relax. 

You know he loves to take care of you and he doesn’t expect anything in return.

The sight of you squirming in his arms is motivating enough, and Keanu begins applying more pressure, making you whimper and clench his quads.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” he breathes, increasing the pace of his digits gliding between your drenched folds. 

He’s determined, yet gentle, rubbing your clit with just the right amount of force. A little bit more, and it would almost be painful, but the way Keanu keeps working, it’s perfect to build you up.  

You feel your abdomen tightening, but you still need a little bit more. “Don’t stop, Ke. P-Please.” You mewl, rocking your hips forward to meet his fingertips; your juices making the most wonderful sounds, as he keeps drawing vigorous circles to send you over the edge.

“Come on, love,” he growls. You can feel Keanu is turned on just from seeing how much you’re enjoying him. 

He adores hearing your moans, the way you arch your back welcoming the pleasure, making your bottoms press closer to his semi-hard cock.

He keeps on steadily rubbing, until the powerful orgasm seizes your lower body, making you writhe between his thighs.

The throbs are so strong, that you turn your head to the side and bite on his bicep, while he keeps on playing with your over-sensitized nerves. You want him to stop already, but at the same time the remnants of your high are still present, and you allow him a few last strokes, before your fingers go downwards blocking your folds.

“You’re okay?” Keanu asks, crossing his arms over your still trembling body and pulling you closer into his tight embrace.

“Perfect.” Still catching your breath, you tilt your head sidewards for a small kiss, and then rest it onto his shoulder with your eyes closed.

Eventually, you fall asleep in Keanu’s arms, and he carefully tucks you in whispering good night.

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Masterlist

[fortheloveoffanfic]

i can’t stop re-reading the arrangement™️ 😭 it’s so good n ur so talented!! 💖

D'aawww thank you! 😭😭😭 that's definitely one of my faves to write and I'm so glad you're enjoying it that much! You're sweet words are gonna make me sob gaaahh 💕

P.s the new part should be up after Christmas 🤞🏼

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Hate to love you

Summary: Walter Marshall seemed to hate you since the first time you stepped into the police department. But when you found his daughter sitting on your desk one morning, and began to spend time with her, he seemed to warm up to you.

Pairing: Walter Marshall / F!Reader

Wordcount: 1.926

Warnings: smut

A/N: This is based on a request: can you maybe write walter marshall smut one shot where the reader is his new coworker and at the beginning they hate each other but then he sees how good the reader is with his daughter and falls for her?

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“What did I do now?” You asked sighing, looking up at the grim face of Walter Marshall. You had started working at the police department only a couple weeks ago and for some reason the both of you seemed to push all of each other’s buttons with just looking at each other.

“I need all of these looked through and marked if there are similarities.” He sighed, throwing a bunch of files on your desk, his fingers on the bridge of his nose. He looked tired. Not that you cared. 

“On it. Gonna do that first thing in the morning.” You said, pushing off your chair and grabbing your coat. 

“No. I need that now. There’s a murderer on the loose…” he said, urgency in the voice.

“I know that, and I would do that but my mom is at the hospital and I need to go and see her before her surgery tomorrow.” You said, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you looked up at him. He glared at you, the muscles in his jaw twitching. 

“First thing tomorrow.” He finally agreed.

“Wouldn’t have stayed here even if you begged me in your knees, Marshall.” You grinned sweetly up at him before you turned around and left. 

A girl was sitting at your desk when you got in early the next morning. Frowning you stepped closer. 

“Uhm. I am pretty sure you’re too young to join the police.” You said. The girl looked up at you, long dark locks framing her face. 

“My dad would never let me join the police anyway.” She rolled her eyes, making you chuckle. 

“What are you doing here then?” You sat down on your desk. 

“School is canceled for today and my mom had to work, so Dad took me with him. Because a thirteen year old can’t be trusted alone at home.” She sighed exhausted. 

“It’s not easy being a teenager.” You said. 

“Tell ME about it.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. 

“So what is your plan for the rest of the day?” You asked. 

“Don’t know. Can’t even log into the WiFi here because dad refused to give me the password.” 

“What’s your name?” You asked. 

“Faye Marshall.” She answered. 

“As in grump… uhm Walter Marstall?” You asked, making her giggle. 

“Exactly like grumpy Marshall.” 

“Well, Faye. Do you want to help me find a murderer?” You asked, her eyes lighting up in excitement. 

It was almost three hours in when you felt like someone was watching you. You had given Faye the files that had to be checked for the same locations. It were so many files you were almost glad you had a little help. 

“And what are you doing here?” You heard Marshall’s voice.

“We’re doing important police work dad, leave us.” Faye said, not even looking up at him. You sucked both of your lips in as you looked up at him. He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“That better be not the red files I gave you to check.” He said. 

“Sure. I gave your teenage daughter the red files to check. Next up she’s going to sort the evidence chamber. Who do you think I am?” You shook your head disbelieving. 

He rolled his eyes. 

“Is it okay if I leave her with you? There’s a suspect…”

“It’s fine. Lunch is on you though.” You said. He nodded and turned around to leave.

“Thank you.” He said over his shoulder before he was out of the door.

It turned out that Faye would be off school for the entire week. Which meant that she became kind of your shadow. Not that you minded. You liked the girl. She reminded you of your niece who you only saw twice a year because she was living so far away.

During the week you had her help you with everything that wasn’t too intense. You had lunch together every day and today, on the last day, Marshall even joined you. 

“And you still want to join the police?” He asked Faye.

“Yes. If it’s only half as cool as this week. You’re so cool.” She said looking at you. 

You heard Marshall chuckle.

“Wow you must have really impressed her. She’s bored to death when I tell her about work.”

“That’s because you are always so dramatic dad.” Faye rolled her eyes. You chuckled looking at him and could see the hint of a smile on his face. 

“Dad did you know that she has never been to Jeremys?” Faye asked. 

“Yeah what is this Jeremys Faye insisted i had to try?” You asked. 

“They have the best burgers in the city.” Marshall explained. 

“You should take her Dad. She’s cool.” Faye said. 

“Yeah. She is.” He said, looking at you. And for a moment there was something in his eyes you couldn’t name. But it made your breath hitch. 

“Okay. I have to go. My mom is getting out of the hospital today.” You smiled, already getting up from the table.

“See you Faye.” You waved at her.

Marshall walked you to the door of the cafeteria. 

“Thank you for this week. You saved my ass.” He said. Smiling shyly you shrugged. 

“No problem at all. She’s a bright young woman. You should listen more to her. She’s…”

“The best thing that happened to me.” He said how fully smiling. 

“Hey so… do you have anything planned tomorrow?” He asked. Frowning you shook your head. 

“Not really. It’s Saturday so the usual…” 

“Can I take you out to dinner?” He asked, catching you by surprise.

“As a thank you for this week.” He added.  You looked at him thinking that if he would smile like this more often, he wouldn’t look so grumpy.

“Pick me up at 7?” You asked. 

“Sure.” He grinned. 

“I thought you hated me.” You whimpered, feeling him pull down your pants. He had picked you up at 7 sharp, looking straight out of a movie with his dark jeans and dark dress shirt tucked in his pants. He had even trimmed his beard, his eyes looking warmly at you. Marshall had taken you to Jeremys and you had to admit that the burger you had was one of the best you had ever had. 

And some time during your night out, Marshall the grumpy detective became Walter. The guy who made you laugh and who looked at you like you were the only person in the room. He had kissed you good night and at the first contact of his lips on yours you had decided that you wouldn’t ever be able to live without it. 

Walter who was right now kissing up your leg, his big hand sneaking under your shirt. 

“I didn’t hate you.” He said. 

“Well I hated you.” You huffed, giggling when he tickled your side. 

“I really didn’t.” His face was above yours, his fingers running down your jaw. 

“I see woman like you come in every year. Thinking the world is at their feet. But I was wrong in my first impression.” He cupped your cheek. You let your hands wander into his soft hair. 

“You’re exactly the opposite of the impression I first had of you.” He bend down to kiss you softly. 

“And Faye practically dared me to ask you out and she hates ever single woman I ever went out with.” He chuckled.

“That smile really does wonders to your grumpy face.” You smiled up at him. Your hand running down his back to pull the shirt out, quickly opening the buttons to push it off his shoulders. You leaned up, kissing his chest, inhaling his manly scent. 

He pushed you shirt up, leaving you in only your underwear beneath him. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, kissing you, his lips wandering down your throat, stopping in the Valley of your breasts. He looked up at you, as if to ask if you were okay. Nodding at him you bit your lip when he pushed the cups of your bra down, his thumbs teasing your nipples until the nips hardened. Only then did he lean down to close his mouth around one of them, flickering his tongue, making you arch your back against him, your hands buried in his hair as you quietly moaned his name. 

You pushed against his chest, making him kneel on your bed as you reached for his belt, opening it, your hands pushing his pants down. Biting your lip you reached for his cock, not even surprised by his length, stroking it slowly as you looked up at him. His hands went to your back, opening your bra. Both of his hands palming your breasts, making him hum. 

“Perfect.” He mumbled. One of his hands left your breasts, going straight between your legs, finding you soaked. Breathing out with a huff you looked up at him as he bend down, kissing you deeply as he slowly pushed you down to lay in your back. He shrugged his pants off, reaching for your panties as you brought your legs up, pulling them off.with your legs resting against his chest he looked down at you, his hands holding your ankles to his chest.

The anticipation of him filling you to the brim nearly killed you. Gasping as he kissed your ankle, you bit your lip as he slowly parted your legs, leaning down so his chest brushed over your nipples.

You felt his cock poking against your folds, making you moan. He reached down to stroke his cock through your folds. 

“Usually I’d prepare you but fuck I wanna be inside of you..” he groaned, lining your cock up at your entrance. 

“Just fuck me Walter.” You sighed, moaning when he slowly pushed in. You felt every inch of him as he worked himself into you. He rubbed circles on your clit, relaxing you more, making you take him completely. 

“Fuck…” You gasped when he was buried inside of you, your arms holding on to his back. He looked at you, his face concentrating on you. 

“Move… please.” You whispered. 

Slow and deep he set a pace, making you whimper against him. One of his hands behind your neck pulling you towards him to kiss you. Moaning against his lips as he thrusted harder, you rolled your hips to meet his thrusts. 

“Fuck…” You moaned as he flickered your clit more harshly. Warmth pooled in your lower belly, your climax building. 

“Fuck…” he groaned as your walls squeezed him when your orgasm washed over you, his names on your lips as he kept thrusting into you.

“So fucking tight…. gonna cum…” he groaned, pulling out of you, spilling his cum on your stomach. Catching your breath you looked at each other.

“I will still hate you at work.” You said after a while, making him chuckle. 

“As long as I get to punish you when we’re alone after work, I’m okay with that.” He grinned.

“Punish me?” You asked, narrowing your eyes. Nodding he reached for your hands, pulling you to knee in front of him. You felt his cum running down your body. 

“Wanna find out?” He asked with a mischievous grin.

“God yes.” You sighed, shrieking when he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. 

[so-langdon]

Never Enough - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Michael relaxes Y/N in the shower after a long week.

Warnings: Fluff, sensual situations, teasing, fingering, oral (female receiving), soft! dom! Michael

A/N: This takes place in the same AHS: Apocalypse universe, just before the bombs, but with Michael having the Outpost! Michael physical appearance.

*ALSO hi wow it’s been like a decade since I’ve posted any writings... I don’t know how popular Michael Langdon fan fics are now and if anyone will even read this??? But posting it anyway bc I’m still obsessed and in love with Michael fucking Langdon 🙃

Hope you’re all doing well and staying safe and healthy! 💙💕

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(Also not sure if any of you wanted to still be tagged in my writings, but just in case.. Let me know otherwise if you want to be removed!)

The warmth of water cascades over Y/N, soothing her body, relaxing her muscles and releasing any tension and stress the busy day has given her. She slides her hands over and through her hair, leaning her head back, allowing the warmth of the steam and water to unwind her mind along with her body. 

It’d been a long and tiring week, causing Y/N to feel overwhelmed and overworked with all the tasks and deadlines that had to be met at her job. Alongside that, Michael Langdon, her partner, had been busy with his own work, seeming to be living at the Kineros Robotics company where he had been planning a number of things. 

The two were so busy with their own jobs, their schedules never lining up, they hadn’t been able to spend any real time together recently as it’d been at least a week since they were able to sit down and actually be with one another.

They’d each be at work all day, then come home and go to bed, hardly having any time to de-stress and talk. Especially since Y/N was always going to bed by the time Michael was getting home, him following to sleep then too. But being adults, with their work needing to get done, each understood and knew they’d get time together one way or another eventually.

However, Michael could sense and feel the stress and tension in Y/N, whether he was with her or not. The two had this connection, a strong bond formed over the love they have for one another, and with Michael’s abilities, Michael could always tell when Y/N was feeling too stressed out, even when she tried to keep a smile on her face and not burden Michael. 

Knowing that Y/N had been particularly overly tired and stressed this week, Michael made sure to leave Kineros early that day so he could spend time with her and give her a relaxing evening. He had been missing her a little too much anyway.

Michael walks into their home, carrying a few bags that contain Y/N’s and his favorite take out, wanting to give them a good dinner that evening and so Y/N didn’t have to worry about cooking, along with a few other items to make the rest of the night fun and relaxing too.

Y/N doesn’t hear Michael coming home early of course as she’s in the shower washing away the day down the drain. She doesn’t hear the bathroom door open and close either, much less take notice of Michael’s appearance on the other side of the shower glass door. 

Michael smiles to himself, finding her as alluring as ever and proceeds to undress, discarding his clothes to the floor and opening the shower door. Y/N hears and notices him by that point, but doesn’t react, only wiping her face clear of water.

She feels Michael’s arms wrap around her waist from behind, causing her to smile. She places her hands over his wrists on her, turning her head back to him.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” she says as she looks at him, her tone sweet and happy, the warmth of Michael around her causing her a tranquility already more than the warm shower was. 

Michael grins, resting his chin on her shoulder. He presses his lips to her neck, mumbling against her, “Hi baby.”

“Hi,” she smiles more. “What are you doing home already,” she asks curiously.

“Decided to take off early,” Michael starts. “We’ve hardly had any time together this week and I’ve missed you too much, so I decided to come home and spend time with you.”

“Really,” Y/N raises her eyes as she turns around to face Michael fully, staying in his hold as his arms stay around her waist. “I’m sure Jeff and Mutt had a field day with that -- you leaving early just to come home to a girl,” she teases.

“They know better than to make any idiotic remarks,” Michael states, knowing how immature and annoying the two morons at his work could be. “But doesn’t matter. I’m the boss, what are they going to do? They worship me anyway.”

“Maybe they won’t do anything,” she begins, “but your girlfriend may make fun of you for being so whipped,” Y/N jokes, smiling as if she’ll laugh.

Michael lets out a soft chuckle, leaning in and pressing his lips against her inner neck, humming against her as he kisses against her. “So I’m whipped because I wanted to come home and spoil my favorite person?”

“Spoil,” Y/N repeats, looking at him questioningly as Michael lifts his head and looks at her with an amused expression.

“Yes, of course,” he speaks fluidly. “I left early and picked up our favorite food, along with some other things, and figured we could have a relaxing evening together.” He raises a hand from around her waist to her face, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin gently. “We’ve both been so busy this week, and I know you’ve been more so overworked and stressed. I want to help you unwind,” he leans in, “help you relax,” he kisses her sweetly, making her heart flutter. “And take care of you,” he mumbles against her lips before pulling back with the same amused look, mixed in with an adoring expression.

Y/N wraps her arms around his neck as she smiles shyly at him, flushing a bit from his words. “And what about you?” She asks.

Michael grins, dropping his hand from her cheek to stepping her back to press against the side of the shower wall, the water hitting the both of their sides. A slight shiver runs through Y/N from the coldness of the wall behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist after, “I want this evening to be about you. I’ll be fine.”

“I think we can make this evening about both of us just as easily,” Y/N states.

“You don’t understand that me taking care of you takes care of me.” He leans his lips into the crook of her neck once more, kissing against her. “So let me start this evening out right and take care of you properly,” he whispers gently along her skin.

“What do you mean,” Y/N asks, oblivious to Michael’s ulterior motives.

Michael smirks a bit and drops one hand from around her as he brushes the back of his fingers down along the side of her body. “What do you think,” he asks, almost taunting her as his hand slows down, trailing his fingers from the side of her hip, to the front of her and lower.

Y/N bites her lip as Michael’s hand movements gets slower, teasing her by hovering his hand over just where she would like him. At an aching pace, Michael reaches down to her heat, the anticipation building quickly due to the built up tension from all week, and he cups her, his palm pressing against her, causing her breath to hitch.

He begins with his fingers rubbing down her slit, allowing the excitement to grow inside of Y/N. The wavering of Y/N’s breathing already causes him to grin almost cockily, feeling a pride from always being able to turn Y/N on so easily.

Michael’s other arm that’s wrapped around Y/N brings her closer to him, making Y/N press her lips together as she looks at him, not bothering to hide his obvious smirk now. Y/N’s hands grasp his shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed as she feels the pads of Michael’s fingers smoothly brush through her folds and to her clit, rubbing circles against her.

Y/N’s heart begins to beat faster bit by bit as her breathing gradually becomes more shallow. Michael’s fingers rub from her clit and down her slit, towards her entrance, feeling the wetness of her beginning to grow.

“You’re already so wet, baby,” Michael speaks softly, a huskiness showcasing in his tone too as he presses his lips against her forehead.

“Maybe it’s the water,” Y/N breathes out, trying to cover up the fact of how aroused she’s getting so quickly.

“Sure, darling,” Michael smiles. “Whatever you say.”

He gathers her wetness against his fingers as he teases against her heat, spreading it up to her clit and rubbing again, earning a quiet moan from her. He focuses on his consistent pace as he rubs her, knowing just how to work her up.

Michael’s movements are slow and almost too soft, knowing Y/N is desperate for more, but wants Y/N to savor each touch and sensation he gives her so she can enjoy the full pleasure and gradual build.

“Michael, please,” Y/N breathes out as if on cue, becoming needier, biting her lip again. She was used to Michael teasing her, but it accompanied a more rough setting. This was more focused and controlled, almost worse due to the ache of the slow and gentle build, making her want more more quickly.

“What? You don’t want it over too fast, do you?” He speaks, his hands movements matching the pace with his slow and hushed but teasing tone. “You want to take it all and feel the complete pleasure, right,” Michael speaks enticingly, leaning his head into the crook of her neck, kissing against her.

“Don’t tease me,” Y/N sighs out, feeling as the pads of Michael’s fingers continue at the same pace as he rubs against her clit.

“Trust me, darling, I’m only loving you,” Michael mumbles, lips brushing against her ear and kissing her, causing a shiver to run through Y/N.

Another smirk grows across Michael’s face, lips kissing against her ear and along her neck consistently as his fingers continue working along her.

Michael circles against her clit a few more times before bringing his fingers to her entrance, feeling how she’s pulsing lightly against him. He teases her more, rubbing against her softly, causing Y/N to whine and rest her forehead against Michael’s shoulder.

He pushes a finger inside of her, his own cock twitching but doing his best to control himself as he wants to only focus on her. He pumps his finger a few times, curling, a soft whimper leaving Y/N’s mouth.

Michael’s lips press against Y/N’s neck again, giving a soft suck and small nip following, kissing against her tender skin after. Y/N’s hands tighten on his shoulders, feeling how her body is getting more hot, from Michael’s touches, the steam of the shower, the pleasure spreading through her.

Y/N moans lightly when feeling Michael’s finger curl again inside her as his thumb rubs over her clit too, adding to the pleasured sensation. Still greedy for more, unable to help it when she breathes out a heavy, “More Michael, please.”

Since Michael understands Y/N’s tension and had planned for a relaxing evening for her, he listens to her instead of continuing to tease and drawing out her yearning like he normally would when they fool around and would punish her for her needy behavior. He did, after all, start it anyway.

Michael lifts his head from her neck and removes his hands from her. Y/N looks up at him with a small pout, Michael grinning as he leans in and kisses her slowly, then lowering his head as he kisses against her collarbones, down to her cleavage.

Looking up at her as he lowers himself to the floor and onto a knee, still kneeling tall enough that the water from the shower isn’t drenching his face, he grabs Y/N and pulls her forward, wrapping an arm around her lower body, his other hand grabbing her knee and lifting her leg over his shoulder. One of Y/N’s hands rests on the top of Michael’s shoulder, the other placing back against the wall of the shower.

Michael’s eyes stay focused on Y/N’s as he leans his head forward and licks a slow stripe through her folds and to her clit, closing his eyes and letting out a low groan from her taste. Y/N lets out a shallow breath, her stomach contracting already, merely from the sight of Michael alone.

He circles his tongue around her clit, enclosing his lips after and sucking slowly. Y/N’s eyes close again, her hand on Michael’s shoulder grasping tighter. Michael pulls Y/N closer, holding her to him as his plump lips and tongue work at her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” Y/N moans out, her mouth dropping open, her chest rising and falling at a faster level.

Michael unwraps his arm from around Y/N and brings his hand up to between him and her. He lets his finger rub against her entrance again as he sucks on her clit still. He pushes his finger inside her like before, adding a second right after and pumping his fingers inside of her at a slow pace.

He gradually pumps his fingers faster, his other hand coming to her clit and pulling back her hood to lick his tongue fervently against her more without anything in between for her to feel the full sensitivity. 

Y/N jerks feeling all the sensations together, her lower body moving forward as she grinds against Michael’s tongue. He pumps his fingers, curling them as Michael opens his eyes and looks up at Y/N, his thumb that holds her hood back, moving lower to rub over the sensitive nub, and adding his tongue as he licks around and over it too at the same time for more pleasure.

Y/N begins to thrust her lower body forward more, practically riding Michael’s face as she feels the contract of pleasure inside her body beginning to grow, deeper and deeper. Her body starts to tremble, her toes curling as the build gets bigger.

Michael sucks on her clit harshly as he thrusts his fingers inside of her faster, curling every other second, knowing how close she is and feeling desperate to taste more of her.

Y/N’s hand moves to the upper back of Michael’s head, grasping at the roots of his long locks as the pressure inside her tightens more, feeling how close to the edge she is.

Michael keeps at a consistent pace with his lips and tongue on her clit, his fingers pumping inside her, humming against her from enjoying the taste of her, the way her body grinds against his face, her body jerking lightly.

The coil snaps finally, the release of undeniable complete pleasure flooding through Y/N’s body, the tension from the week disappearing in waves as a relaxation and gratification overcomes her.

Michael is sure to suck and lick up every bit of her before standing up, including sucking on his fingers to taste as much of her as he can. Y/N’s chest is rising up and down heavily as she catches her breath and comes down from her orgasm, looking at Michael with a lazily content expression.

“Feel better,” Michel asks rhetorically, smirking and grabbing her waist as he holds her to him. “I know this week has been overwhelming, but hopefully you’re feeling more relaxed now.”

“Getting to spend time with you helps me relax,” Y/N smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck as Michael’s arms around her waist hold tighter. “But, that was quite the treat, too,” she bites on her lip, smiling again after.

“Was quite the treat for me, as well,” Michael leans in, grinning, his nose lightly brushing against Y/N’s, making her smile more, and he kisses her. “Now, let’s get out so we can enjoy the rest of our evening together.”

“But what about you? You haven’t given me the chance to relax you yet,” Y/N says, unwrapping her arms from around Michael’s neck to resting on the front of his collarbones, slowly dropping her hands down his fit chest.

“I told you, taking care of you takes care of me. Besides, I’m not done with you yet,” Michael informs, his words holding a husky and sensual tone.

“Oh? What else do you have planned?” Y/N asks curiously, her eyes filling with a curious excitement.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Michael leans in slowly, letting his lips brush over Y/N/s teasingly, making her lean up to close the space between them, wanting to kiss him. But Michael leans back more, smirking as he senses the growing want in her again for him.

He kisses her a second later, knowing he can’t hold his own self back from kissing her for too long. He grasps her cheek, knowing no matter the amount of time they have together, it will never be enough with her.

~

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Drabble: The night is young (Jack x Reader)

Anon request: i wish you would write a fic where y/n is married to jack traven and it’s the night before he goes on duty for a full week starting tomorrow. a steamy action happen when they are in bathtub and y/n decided to please him but also giving him orgasm denial so that he would remember her for the whole week. fluff is highly required here☺️ thank you!

Pairing: Jack Traven x Reader

Wordcount: 1313

Warnings: smut (oral; penetration, orgasm denial; fem!dom)

Soaking in the bathtub, bubbles covering, and perfuming your skin, you let out a deep sigh. Why the weekend was so short? You barely had time to really rest, especially with that article your editor sent over to be rewritten for the fifth time.

You still didn’t know why he was getting on your ass about it, but he wanted by Monday, so you had to spend most of your time in front of the computer without a chance to really appreciate Jack.

He was very understanding as usual. His own job was just as demanding but didn’t make you feel any less guilty. And when you were finally done Jack was caught up in a football game and you didn’t want to interrupt either, so you came here to rest and relax.

You felt a slight shift in the water before fingers trailed up your stomach and you sighed in contentment, blinking your eyes open to look at Jack.

“Thinking about joining me?”

“Maybe,” he grinned, leaning for a kiss. “You want that?”

You hummed in agreement watching as he stood up and slowly took off his shirt exposing all the glorious muscles built by years of working hard as a SWAT police officer. He kicked off his pants next, revealing thick and strong thighs and a generous bulge covered by the thin fabric of his boxers which quickly followed the same destiny of his jeans.

That Jack was a handsome man it was undeniable. His golden skin glistened in the iridescent light of the bathroom and for a moment he just stood there like a Greek statue sculpted to perfection. Just looking at him was enough to set up those sparks of arousal deep inside you and he knew.

He stepped into the bathtub, making water slosh over the rim and getting giggles out of you as he awkwardly folded his long legs inside the tub sitting down facing you. For a while, you two just stared at each other, before both fell into a fit of chuckles.

“This is weird,” Jack said.

“You’re making weird.”

“So, you just sit here and stare at the wall?” he asked dubiously. “That’s relaxing?”

“Well, I don’t stare at the wall,” you shifted around so you could rest against his chest, your ass fitting snuggly over his semi-hardness. This position was much more comfortable and you leaned your head back against his shoulder. “I close my eyes and just enjoy the warmth and the scent.”

Jack just hummed in reply, nuzzling against your temple as his hands traveled over your body, his touch much slower and softer due to the water. His warm breath tickled the loose hairs by your ear and his lips pressed soft kisses against your cheek. For a while, none of you spoke, just enjoying each other’s company, treasuring the moments spent together.

When you started dating Jack, the fact that he risked his life every day on his job put a strain in your relationship, but you learned to trust his abilities and understand that this was his calling. It didn’t make it easier, but it was a comfort.

“You’re really going to be gone all week?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “New weapons training. I’ll be back before you know it. You won’t even notice I’m gone with all the work you got going on.”

“Trust me, I’ll notice,” you said, once again moving around and the bathroom floor was soaked by now. “I always notice.” You pressed soft kisses all over his jaw. “I can’t sleep without you.”

“Me either,” he took hold of your jaw, making you still so he could lay a long kiss on your lips. Usually, you loved how dominant Jack could get, but tonight you wanted something different.

Getting up, you stepped out of the tub, mindful not to slip and ruin your night. You offered Jack a hand and he stepped out too, his arms immediately surrounding your waist, his lips finding any inch of exposed skin to kiss and suck, making you arch towards him, your body responding to his touch.

You backtracked towards the bedroom, giggling as you and Jack had to struggle to keep your balance until you reached the dry carpet and from there it was easy to spin Jack around and push him towards the bed. He raised himself on his elbows to watch as you crawled on top of him, straddling his lap and claiming his mouth for a hard kiss.

“You’re gonna think of me all week…” you whispered, hands tracing the shapes of his sculpted chest. Jack only nodded. “You’re gonna touch yourself and think of me?”

“Yeah,” he sighed as your lips dragged down his chin and neck, your tongue coming out to play, leaving wet traces for the cool air to dry. “I always do.”

“But you’re not gonna cum without me,” you declared, moving lower, mouthing the line of his scar, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him to full hardness. “I’m the only one that allowed to make you cum.”

“Yes, ma’am,” his breath was coming out in shuddered gasps. His hands fisting the sheets tightly and you could see the strain in his thigh muscles to keep himself from thrusting up. “Only you.”

“Good boy,” you smirked at Jack, bringing the head of his cock between your lips and sucking hard, making him groan loudly. You loved how responsive he was to your touch and how needy he got when you sucked his dick.

You ran the flat of your tongue over the underside vein and pressed teasing little kisses all over his girth, before sucking each one of his balls into your mouth, getting tiny little grunts out of Jack. He was so very vocal, and you loved it. You went back to the head, swirling your tongue around it, before finally letting all of his cock sink inside the heat of your mouth until the head hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck! I’m close.” You already knew but the way he was throbbing on your tongue so you pull back just in time, squeezing his base firmly and Jack hissed.

“Didn’t say you could,” you smirked at him straddling him once more and rubbing your wet folds over his thick cock. You both moaned together, the teasing working both ways.

You loved the feel of him at your lips, just the suggestion of all the pleasures that thick erection promised you. Jack was the only one that could ever make you see stars as he fucked you.

Your thumb circled your clit teasingly, spiking up your pleasure and driving Jack insane with need over being able to look and not touch. Finally, you had enough teasing and slowly sunk on his cock, moaning at the feel of him stretching you so perfectly.

Once you were settled, you started riding him in a fast past, bringing his hands to your breast to cup and squeeze as you alternated between bouncing and grinding.

“Yeah, baby just like that. So fucking pretty riding my cock,” Jack cooed making you grin through you high. You could feel your body hot and tense, the pleasure intense and all-consuming and you were so so close already.

Jack could read your body like no one else and he knew it, of course, thrusting up to meet your movements, while your hand worked on your clit at a furious pace.

You cried out his name when you finally came, fingers digging on his abs, leaving crescent-shaped marks as you finally stilled and pulsed around him, his own movements growing messy and you pressed your hands to his chest and pulled out before he could reach his orgasm.

“What…?” He looked at you dazed and confused and you smirked leaning down to kiss his lips.

“Not done with you yet, officer and the night is young.”

xxx

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