#lopez x fem reader

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴘᴇᴢ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ/ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

TW: experiments, avatars, project phoenix/recombination, jealous Lopez, mainly fluff, Lyle being Lyle.

A/N: I've been thinking about writing a fic with a recom! reader who is another species of na'vi, so I used a desert na'vi and I did it with Lopez because I love him, might do a part two.

Masterlist

Scientist had manage to get some DNA of different kinds of na'vi, they had used all the forest na'vi DNA, but they still needed another person to bring back. So they used a DNA sample to develop another recom.

You had woken up, it felt as if you went to sleep and woke up the next day, after 15 years. You had been confused at first, but once you knew what had happened, was when you had realized that you had been brought back from the dead. It was pretty shocking seen that you had been resurrected basically. But there was one thing about you, instead of being blue, you were yellow.

Besides being yellow, you had dark spots around your body, your tail was much thicker, you had small fangs, feline nose, and your eyes were slit like one of a cat's. Even as an avatar, you still looked lik yourself. You were surprised to find out that you were the only one that was of a different kind of na'vi species. It felt cool being different than everyone else in a way.

As the time passed more of the your teammates were waking up. You recognized them while they were in their water tanks, from what kind of tattoos they had from their facial features. The one you really wanted to see was your boyfriend Lopez, you and him had died together while in the forest, you were a pilot and Lopez had been on the plane during the battle, when your plane was coming down, you both knew your time was up for sure. What was somewhat comforting was that you had died with the man you had loved.

When he had woken up, you were happy to see him and he was happy to see you. You remember his human features so well, and now they were in an avatar, he was handsome as a human, but he became even more handsome as an avatar. Lopez was confused on why you were yellow instead of blue, but that didn't matter, what mattered to him was that you were here, alive and well with him.

The past few days while the remaining of the others woke up, you and Lopez spent all of your time together. Still trying to get used to being a new species along with other things. Even as an avatar, you were still shorter then Lopez, you had always been short, even now.

Originally your skin was suppose to be a light orange yellow, but due to some mutation your skin was a soft yellow. Lopez had seemed to like this color, he said it'd suit you perfectly. That was when he began to call you 'Sunshine' or 'Sol' in Spanish, it made your heart melt hearing him talk in Spanish to you. The thing that you loved about him was his small and thing tail, it was different than yours since it was muscular and thicker, you can whack someone with it.

When the whole team was now up and ready, Quaritch had some kind of announcement to make, the whole time you and Lopez had been distracting towards one another. You couldn't help but stare at his shirtless self. Besides staring at his abs and toned chest, you'd also stare at his tattoos, the same tattoos he had as a human. They definitely fit him more. Just like you, Lopez couldn't help but stare at you either. You had been wearing a dark green, backless jumpsuit, but the top was a tank top like top and the bottoms were shorts. Even as a human you wore that kind of clothing, but this time, for some reason he couldn't keep his eyes off you. He thought that you always looked good in whatever you had on, specially if it hugged your body.

Due to Lopez always calling you 'Sunshine' everyone in the team also began to do it. Lopez was not happy when he'd often hear JA or Prager call you the nickname he came up with, you didn't seem to mind, but Lopez was so upset, whenever his so called 'Best Friends' would call you 'Sunshine in his presence. Their excuse was because you were yellow or whatever, Lopez still didn't like it. At least they didn't call you 'Sol' or else Lopez would kill them again.

Lyle would do it the most, he'd call you 'Sunshine' in the presences of your boyfriend just to piss him off, on purpose. Lopez would try so hard not to blow up on Lyle since he is his superior, but he just wishes he could punch that stupid grin off his face. Instead Lyle came up with another nickname for you, this time it was 'Bumblebee' Lopez was enraged when he found out about this, he was ready to murder Lyle, but thankfully you were there to stop him from killing Lyle again.

That afternoon you and Lopez were at the gym, he had been lifting weight like crazy, just thinking of Lyle calling you 'Sunshine' or "Bumblebee' as if you were his girlfriend really pissed him off, so he took out his anger by lifting weights. Meanwhile you had been stretching your body around, it was required by the scientists since you were not used to your new body.

You looked over and saw how tense Lopez was lifting the weight, it worried you a bit. You then stopped what you were doing and went over to him. "Lopez?" you called out to him, then he stopped, placing the weight back on the stand then sat up from the bench press. He was sweating from the weight he had been lifting, they looked pretty heavy. You then handed him your towel for him to wipe off his sweat. "Are you okay? You seemed tense." You asked sitting down on the bench next to him. You had to move your tail out of the way to avoid sitting on it.

Lopez wiped his forehead with the towel. "Yeah, just... been thinking" he said with a sigh. I looked at him in the eye, then notice his tail was straight down and low, normally he'd be swaying his tail around happily, but not this time. "Thinking of what? You can tell me" you said sweetly, this made his tail lightly wag by your sweet talking. "This may sound dumb.." he felt his cheeks warm up. "I just... don't like it when the others call you 'Sunshine' I was the one who began to do it! Then my so called friends also decide in calling you that! Not to mention Lyle! Calling you 'Bumblebee' as if you were dating him."

You listened to him ramble, he was cute, specially when you saw how his cheeks and the tip of his pointed ears were a shaded of purple. "It's okay Lopez, its just a nickname" you said comfortingly. "I know, but fuck! You're 'MY' sunshine not theirs!" he whined like a child, it was cute. You then reached over, placing your small hand onto his larger blue one. Lopez sighed, he felt calm when he felt your warm hand touching his.

"It's okay Lopez, I get that you're upset, but there is no need to be." You said sweetly, this made him melt and his tail began to tap onto the bench happily. "Besides, 'Sunshine' isn't the only thing that you like calling me." You said smiling. This made his ears perk up. "You also call me 'Sol'" you reminded him. "I know, but only when we're alone." He mentioned, while playing with your fingers. "I know, but I like it when you do it, because its just the two of us" you said smiling at him.

Lopez gave you a small grin. "You do?" he asked, while seen your cheeks becoming a bright orange, assuming that you must be blushing like he was earlier. You nodded shyly, that grin he had on his face always made you shy. He then brought your hand up to his lip, giving it a small kiss. Your whole face had turned into a bright orange when he had kissed your hand.

That moment was cut short when you both hard someone come in. It was Lyle. "Good Afternoon" he said while walking by, spotting you both. You nodded your head at him, while Lopez semi glared at him. Lyle then smirked while looking at you. "Hey Bumblebee" he said as he continued to walk to where he was going. You saw how Lopez's hand slightly tighten around yours and how his tails began to sway slowly from side to side. You chuckled as you tried to calm Lopez down by rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand, comfortingly trying to calm him down.

[leona-hawthorne]

you cannot tell me that mattheo riddle wouldn’t be the most vocal bitch during sex.

groans, whimpers, whining, you name it. that man is not afraid to show you how fucking good you feel around him. why would he bite back his moans when he gets the blessing of being surrounded by your warmth?

you wrap your legs around his waist while he’s pounding his hips against yours, locking your ankles around his back, and he’s seeing stars, crying out your name with his eyes squeezed shut.

your nails hauntingly rake down his back, no doubt leaving countless marks, and he lets out a hiss, a mixture of pleasure and pain as he bites into your neck, his chest heaving.

don’t even get me started on the dirty talk, he is the absolute king.

“you're so fucking wet for me. i can feel you dripping down my cock.” “fuck, you're perfect. say my name, pretty girl.” “you're so damn beautiful, love. i could fuck you for hours and never get enough. you want that? you want me to fuck you for hours until you can't walk straight?”

and trust when i say he needs you to be vocal too. he needs you whimpering and stuttering over your words as your pussy clenches around him.

he’ll groan when you bite into his shoulder to silence your moans before grabbing you by the chin and yanking your mouth away. if he sees your palm cover your pretty lips to muffle your moans, he’ll grab that wrist and hold it above your head until he’s done with you.

he needs to hear every single reaction you have, needs to hear you screaming his name and begging for more. if he doesn’t hear how good he made you feel, what was the point of fucking you at all?

and by the time you’re writhing around the sheets and coming undone, reduced to nothing but a moaning mess of yourself, he’ll hold back from cumming with you just so he can bring you to the edge all over again. just so he can hear more of those pretty noises.

“you’re so fucking tight, i can feel you squeezing me. you’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? you want more? beg for it.”

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The Man He Didn’t Have to Be (Tim Bradford x fem!reader)

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Paring: Tim Bradford x reader

Universe: The Rookie

Word Count: 3857

Requested: No

Warnings: pregnancy, divorce, ex-husband who is a piece of s*it, mention of childbirth

If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your well-being is a top priority to me.

Summary: When her world crumbles, Tim is there to step up.

Author’s note:

Surprise! I am alive! I know it's not what you wanted but, I started watching "The Rookie" and fell in love with Tim! So I needed to write something about him. I also may have a baby fever (again...) So this fic happened. Enjoy!

Thank you for taking the time to read my work! I would greatly appreciate any feedback you may have as it motivates me to continue improving. Please don't hesitate to share your thoughts!

And please forgive any grammar or spelling errors, as English is not my first language.

Klaudia 💜

Every time she thought her life couldn’t get worse, something new seemed to be waiting for her. First, her husband announced he was leaving, telling her he’d found a woman he loved in a way he had never loved her. She tried to fight for their marriage and convince him to change his mind, but nothing worked. With a broken heart, she finally decided to let him go. Even though her heart shattered into a thousand pieces, she signed the divorce papers. She attempted to rebuild her life—she found a small apartment, focused on her work, and tried not to sink into depression during the long, lonely hours. Thankfully, she wasn’t entirely alone. Tim Bradford, her best friend for years, had always been by her side, even in the middle of the night when she couldn’t stop crying or obsessing over what had gone wrong in her relationship. He was her rock, her greatest support.

Just when she thought her life was starting to settle down, she began feeling unwell. At first, she attributed it to stress, but eventually, she connected the dots and took a pregnancy test, which came back positive. She knew her ex-husband deserved to know the truth, even if he hadn’t been entirely honest with her. So, she texted him and asked to meet. What followed, however, was nothing short of her worst nightmare.

When they met at the café, she felt as if time had slowed down. He sat across from her, completely indifferent, as if everything that had happened between them was a closed chapter. He looked at her with a cold gaze, waiting for her to speak. She struggled to gather the strength to say the words that had been swirling in her head for days.

“I’m pregnant,” she finally said, looking straight at him, searching for any reaction. His face remained expressionless. For a moment, she thought maybe he hadn’t heard her. But after a second, his lips tightened, and his eyes showed a flicker of displeasure.

“The relationship between us was over long before I found someone else. This changes nothing,” he said coldly. Those words cut her like a knife. 

“I’m not telling you to come back to me… It’s your child and deserves to have a father… ” she tried to insist, though her voice trembled.

“That’s your problem. You’ll have to deal with it,” he replied emotionlessly, standing up from the table as if the meeting had been nothing more than an irritating interruption in his perfectly arranged new life.

When he left, she felt as if the world was collapsing around her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but this time, she wasn’t going to cry. Instead, she pulled out her phone and called Tim. As soon as he heard her voice, he knew something was wrong.

“Where are you?” he asked, no questions needed. “I’m on my way.”

It wasn’t even fifteen minutes before Tim was by her side, his eyes filled with concern. Without a word, he pulled her close, letting her lean on him as she fought back the tears. In his presence, she felt the tension in her body begin to ease.

“Tim… There’s something you should know. I…” She took a shaky breath. She felt his hold tighten around her. He rested his cheek against her head, softly rubbing her back with his hand.

“Whatever it is, we’ll handle it together. Like we always do,” he said calmly, trying to give her as much comfort as possible.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, feeling a lump in her throat. “And it’s his. But he said it’s only my problem. He doesn’t want anything to do with this baby…” For a moment, his face showed surprise, as if he was trying to process what he had just heard. He didn’t say anything at first, pulling back slightly to look at her, and she wasn’t sure how he would react. She feared that silence, that hesitation.

“Okay,” he finally said, slowly. Tim pressed his lips together, clearly upset, though he tried to stay calm. “He’s a jerk. But you won’t go through this alone. You’ll never be alone—I won’t let that happen.”

True to his word, Tim never let her feel alone. From the moment he learned about her pregnancy, he stepped naturally into a role that felt both essential and reassuring. He took over her usual shopping, refusing to let her carry a single bag, insisting it was the least he could do. Each morning, he arrived at her door with fresh breakfast, right after his run with Kojo, the loyal dog who seemed to sense the changes happening in their lives.

Even during his shifts, Tim made it a point to check-in. He texted her regularly, asking how she felt, and called just to hear her voice, attuned to any subtle shifts in her mood. But his favourite part of the day was always the evenings when he would come to her home. Most nights, she greeted him with a smile, though the fatigue etched on her face often told a different story. Each time, he pulled her into a warm embrace, holding her like a protective blanket. Some nights she hugged him back just as tightly; other times, she simply leaned into him, letting him hold her. On those nights, he sent her to the couch, where Kojo would curl up beside her, resting his head on her lap, seeking her affection.

Tim loved cooking dinner for them, always mindful of preparing meals that wouldn’t upset her stomach. He quickly learned what she could tolerate and what made her feel worse. On the rare occasions, his cooking didn’t go as planned, he would kneel beside her in the bathroom, holding her hair back and rubbing her back—his unwavering support something she had come to rely on deeply.

What he cherished most were their late-night conversations. They talked endlessly, about work, their future, and even the small details of their day. These talks deepened their bond with each passing evening.

But tonight felt different. From the moment he arrived, he noticed the exhaustion in her eyes, the way her thoughts seemed miles away. Sensing the shift, he suggested watching a movie they’d been meaning to catch up on. She quietly agreed, thankful for the distraction, and didn’t protest when he pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her.

As they settled in, her hand absentmindedly rested on her stomach, where a small bump had just begun to show. Though she tried not to dwell on it, her mind wandered back to something a colleague had said earlier. The words echoed painfully in her thoughts—that it was her fault her husband had left, and that Tim was only with her out of pity. The sting of those words hung heavy on her heart. Tim had always been her rock, but now, more than ever, she felt guilty leaning on him. This wasn’t his burden to carry; she had to find her strength in the chaos.

“Tim,” she began softly, breaking the silence. “I feel like I’ve dragged you into something you didn’t sign up for. This isn’t your responsibility. Me, this baby… we’re not your burden.”

Tim frowned, shaking his head firmly. “That’s not how I see it. I want to be here. I choose to be here. You’re important to me—always have been, always will be. Now that just extends to your baby too. You’re not dragging me into anything. I’m choosing this.”

She blinked back the tears threatening to spill over. The certainty in his voice made her heart ache in the best possible way. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to go through this alone. Yet doubt still lingered on the edges of her mind.

“Are you sure?” she whispered, her hands trembling slightly. “This is going to change everything.”

“I’m sure,” he replied without hesitation. Gently, he placed his hand over hers, almost covering her small bump. “We’re in this together. All three of us.” They both chuckled softly as Kojo, lying contentedly by her feet, gave a small bark. “Alright, four of us,” Tim added with a grin.

She nodded slowly and leaned back against his side. No matter what uncertainties lay ahead, Tim brought peace and safety into her life. As she felt him press a soft kiss on the top of her head, she knew that he was in this 100 percent. With him by her side, she felt ready to face every step of the journey ahead.

As the movie played in the background, a warm sense of comfort washed over her. Despite the unknowns of the future, she had her best friend, someone who believed in both her and the life they were building together. And together, they could face whatever came next.

The quiet hum of the ultrasound machine filled the small room, the rhythmic beeps syncing with her heartbeat. The sound, once foreign and unnerving, had become strangely comforting, marking each milestone of a journey she’d never thought possible. Lying back, her hand rested gently on her growing belly, feeling the warmth of the life moving inside her—a sensation that was as awe-inspiring as it was surreal. The nurse moved the cold, gel-covered probe across her skin, and though a shiver ran up her spine, she barely registered it. Her eyes were locked on the screen, waiting for the familiar grainy image of her baby to appear.

And then it did—a blur at first, slowly sharpening into the unmistakable shape of tiny hands and feet, twisting and turning as if to greet them. A soft gasp escaped her lips. No matter how many times she witnessed this, it always left her breathless.

Tim sat beside her, his eyes fixed on the monitor, a quiet smile playing on his lips. His face, usually so composed, softened with awe. He had always been good at hiding his emotions, but moments like these stripped away his calm facade. Without thinking, his hand found hers, their fingers entwining in a silent exchange of support. He gave her a gentle squeeze, then leaned in and pressed a light kiss on the top of her hand. It was a gesture so natural, so full of unspoken affection, that it nearly brought tears to her eyes.

"Everything looks perfect," the nurse said, her tone upbeat as she wiped the gel from her belly. "Baby’s healthy and growing right on track."

She nodded, a wave of relief washing over her. The tight knot of anxiety that had taken up residence in her chest loosened—if only a little. Each passing month had brought new fears and uncertainties, but slowly, those feelings were giving way to cautious hope. It had taken longer than she expected to feel this way, but now, she could finally begin to see herself as a mother. And in every vision of that future, Tim was always there, steady and unwavering, just as he had been from the beginning.

After the appointment, Tim stood and offered her his hand, helping her off the exam table with the ease of someone who had been there through every step. His presence had become her constant, a source of comfort she hadn’t known she would need but now couldn’t imagine living without. Over the months, he had kept every promise, never wavering, never complaining—always there, even when she didn’t know how to ask for help.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as they stepped outside the clinic, the crisp air hitting their faces. His hand hovered near her arm, close but not quite touching—a subtle, protective gesture, ready to catch her if she stumbled.

“I’m good,” she said, a small smile pulling at her lips. “Better than I’ve felt in a long time.”

He nodded, clearly pleased, though his eyes still scanned hers, searching for any sign of discomfort or worry. “You’re handling this like a champ,” he said softly.

She let out a light laugh. “I don’t always feel like it, but I’m trying.”

As they walked to his car, their footsteps fell into an easy rhythm, the silence between them comfortable and familiar. When they reached the car, Tim opened the passenger door for her, but before getting in, she paused, turning to face him, her expression suddenly serious.

“Tim,” she began, her voice quiet but steady, “you’ve been amazing. I wouldn’t have made it this far without you. I mean it. You’ve taken care of us—even though you didn’t have to.”

He looked at her, his warm, reassuring smile never faltering. “You don��t need to thank me,” he replied softly. “I’m just glad I can be here.”

But she saw something flicker in his eyes—something deeper, something he wasn’t saying. Tim was always so careful, so controlled with his emotions, but she had known him long enough to recognize when he was holding something back. Yet she didn’t press him. Not now.

As they drove back to her apartment, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—baby names they hadn’t yet decided on, the nursery they were slowly piecing together, and the never-ending stream of baby books filling her apartment. They laughed about the absurd number of gadgets people swore they "needed" for a newborn, trading jokes about the most ridiculous ones.

Yet beneath their playful banter, there was a tension neither acknowledged, an unspoken understanding hanging in the air. Tim had always kept his distance emotionally, respectful of her space, never pushing her for more than she was ready to give. He had made it clear from the start that he was there to support her, no matter what, and he had lived up to that promise in every way. But that didn’t stop his heart from racing when she smiled, or the way his pulse quickened when their hands brushed accidentally.

He had loved her for years—long before she had married before everything had fallen apart with her ex-husband. Tim had watched her fall for someone else, had been there when her heart broke, and now, here he was, still by her side. Taking care of her, taking care of the baby that wasn’t his.

He never said anything. He couldn’t. His feelings had to wait. Right now, all that mattered was her and the baby. His love, his desires—they would come later. For now, being there was enough. It had to be.

As the weeks passed, their lives settled into a comforting rhythm, though they didn’t notice the subtle shift that began to happen between them. Unspoken feelings hovered just beneath the surface, and they found themselves growing closer, more open with one another. Friends started to notice too. They exchanged knowing smiles as Tim’s touch lingered a little longer on her arm or back.

Angela Lopez had rolled her eyes more than once when hearing endless stories about “Tim’s friend” and all the thoughtful things he did for her and the baby. Whenever she visited the station with sweet treats for everyone, Angela often caught Tim and her in quiet moments, where their connection seemed palpable. More than once, Angela noticed the way she would place his hand over her bump when the baby kicked, and how Tim responded with a smile that said more than words ever could.

The biggest change came one evening while they were assembling the crib. She sat comfortably in a rocking chair, one hand resting on her belly, the other absentmindedly petting Kojo’s head as he lay beside her. The dog had become as protective of her as Tim was, always at her side when he could be.

She watched as Tim wrestled with the instruction manual, his brow furrowed in concentration. “You’re doing it wrong,” she teased, smiling.

“I am not,” he shot back, glancing up with mock indignation. “I’ve got this.”

As he fumbled with the crib parts, she laughed—a sound that felt like a rare gift these days. For a moment, it was just like old times—before the pregnancy, before the heartbreak. Just the two of them, shared an easy, familiar joy that felt like home.

Tim looked up from the pieces scattered on the floor and froze for a second, watching her laugh. He hadn’t heard that sound in too long. It was unguarded, real. He smiled, letting himself soak in the moment.

“Well, if you’re so good at this, why don’t you help instead of just sitting there judging my work?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

She grinned. “I’m perfectly comfortable where I am, thanks. Besides, you’re doing great. It’s... entertaining.”

He chuckled and shook his head, returning to the task, muttering under his breath about her stubbornness. But secretly, he didn’t mind. Knowing she was there, watching him, laughing—it felt right. Like this was exactly where they were meant to be.

As the crib finally took shape, something between them shifted. There was an unspoken understanding in the air, something neither had fully acknowledged until now. Tim glanced at her, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other.

He reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek longer than necessary. She leaned into his touch, her breath catching in her throat.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Without thinking, Tim leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, hesitant. But when she kissed him back, her hand slipping to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. This—this—was where they were always meant to end up.

Together.

She struggled to breathe deeply as she slowly made her way down the hospital corridor, her grip tightening around the IV stand. Another contraction surged through her, pulling a low moan from her lips. She tried to focus on the gentle support of Nyla’s hand on her arm, but the pain was too consuming—sharp and overwhelming. When it finally ebbed, she glanced over at Nyla, her eyes filled with worry.

“Have you heard from Tim?” Her voice cracked, and tears welled up as she caught Nyla’s sympathetic smile.

“I texted him, and Grey knows to pass the message along. He’s coming,” Nyla reassured her. “Tim wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

She nodded, but a flicker of doubt gnawed at her. “I hope so… I don’t know if I can do this without him.” Her words were barely more than a whisper, her emotions unravelling.

“You’re stronger than you think,” Nyla said softly, her hand squeezing in quiet encouragement. “But he’ll be here, don’t worry.”

She tried to smile, but the uncertainty lingered. Tim had been her rock for so long—how could she face this moment without him? Nyla’s presence was a comfort, but it wasn’t the same.

They continued their slow walk back to the room for another check-up. The nurse met them with a concerned expression before examining her. When she announced that she was still far from delivering, a groan of frustration escaped her. She sank onto the bed, burying her face in her hands.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” she whispered, her voice thick with exhaustion. “I just want to hold my baby.” Nyla brushed a lock of hair from her face, her steady presence an anchor.

“Soon,” she promised gently. “Soon.”

The hours crawled by in a blur of contractions and fleeting moments of rest. She clung to Nyla’s guidance, her body trembling from fatigue until the door suddenly swung open. Her breath caught as Tim rushed inside, his face flushed with worry.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said, hurrying to her side. His hand found hers instantly, and the crushing weight of fear lifted just a little.

“You’re here,” she whispered, her voice breaking with relief as fresh tears filled her eyes. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, his touch grounding her in the storm of pain and anxiety.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead. His presence radiated warmth, steadying her as another contraction gripped her.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she managed between ragged breaths, her emotions spiralling. “I don’t know how I’d get through this without you.”

“You would,” he said softly, squeezing her hand. “But now that I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” His gaze held hers, his thumb brushing soothing circles on her skin as another wave of pain washed over her.

They endured the hours together, Tim never leaving her side. His strength, and his quiet, unwavering support gave her the determination she needed to push through. The world blurred around them as they focused on bringing this new life into the world.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, the sharp, piercing cry of a newborn filled the room. She gasped, tears streaming down her face as the nurse placed the tiny, wriggling bundle on her chest. Her arms instinctively wrapped around the baby, and she looked up at Tim. His eyes were wide, filled with awe and tears he didn’t bother to wipe away.

She looked down at the baby, overwhelmed by the fragile, perfect little face scrunched up in protest. "Hi, sweet baby," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. Her fingers brushed gently over the baby’s soft cheek. "I’m your mom."

Tim stood by her side, his hand resting on her shoulder as he gazed at the baby with pure wonder. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick with emotion. "She’s perfect," he whispered, unable to look away.

“We did it,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his in a moment of shared joy.

Tim bent down, pressing a kiss to the baby’s head. "Welcome to the world," he murmured. "We’ve been waiting for you."

The baby’s cries softened, and the room fell into a peaceful quiet as if time had paused, leaving just the three of them cocooned in the moment. She couldn’t stop the tears—this time, they were tears of love, of pure joy. This was a happiness she had never known, a completeness she hadn’t imagined was possible.

“Do you want to hold her?” she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

Tim hesitated but then nodded, his hands gentle as the nurse helped him take the baby into his arms. He cradled the tiny bundle as though it were the most precious thing in the world, and in that moment, his love was unmistakable.

"Hi there... I’m Tim," he whispered, his voice catching in his throat. He paused, then added, “I’m not your dad, but I promise I’ll love you like one.”

Her heart swelled at his words. Reaching out, she rested her hand on his arm, gazing at the baby in his arms. “Tim... you are the father she deserves. You’ve cared for her from the start. You’ve been there every step of the way... and I love you for that.”

As the baby stirred, Tim smiled through his tears, and for the first time, she felt truly whole. This was their family—imperfect, unexpected, but overflowing with love. And as Tim bent down to kiss her lips, sealing the moment, she knew that they had found their way home.

[mrsriddlenott]

Could u pls do a pt 2 to patience? 😭🧎🏼‍♀️

Yessss Yes I can🥰 I think I got a bit carried away not gonna lie but this may be my favorite thing I’ve written on here so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Patience Pt2

[masterlist][Pt1]

Bf!Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader

Warnings:Smut,OrgasmDenial,D/S Dynamics, Exhibitionism/PublicSex,Teasing, Dacryphilia(kinda), Unprotected PinV.

It didn’t take Mattheo long to begin exploring his newly found kink, and it soon became his utmost favorite thing to do. He’d innocently smile across from you at dinner as you stumble over your words, his voice filling your mind with promises of what he’d do to you later. He’d sit beside you in class, dutifully taking notes for you both as he distracted you with images of him taking you on that very desk.

“Do you like that Princess? Do you want me to fuck you in front of everyone?” Thankfully you’d grown rather good at hiding moans and gasps from his surprises, much to his dismay. So he just found new ways to earn those pretty noises. Some days he’d tease you relentlessly without ever allowing you to touch him outside of your thoughts until you were too needy to care about the noises you’d make. On other days he’d discreetly bring his hand down to run his fingertips along the top of your thigh while he told you how much he needed you in your mind. All the while never intending to give you anything, just to make you act like a needy little brat so he’d get to treat you accordingly.

Today Mattheo had decided to try a new mix of the two, he figured if he put enough thought into it he could make you feel anything he wanted you to, anywhere he wanted you to. Just the thought of you coming in your seat at merely imagining his touch had Mattheo struggling to fit his dick behind his zipper that morning. At breakfast he did his best to act as calm as possible as he took his usual seat across from you with a smile, “Good morning Gorgeous, did you sleep well?”

As soon as he watched your lips go to form your sentence, he concentrated on your beautiful mind and how amazing it would feel to please you from under the table, forcing a rush of warmth to run directly up your inner thigh as though Mattheo had just gotten on his knees and licked his way below your skirt. He took the light gasp and widened eyes as evidence enough of his plan working, the human mind was after all, more or less, a mass of cords he could rewire at his will.

The corners of Mattheo’s mouth rising into a wicked grin told you all you needed to know, whimpering slightly as the sensation of his teeth marking your thigh flooded your nerve endings. “You like that Baby? New little trick of mine. Are you okay with it?” The way he nonchalantly ate scrambled eggs and watched your face as though he wasn’t giving you phantom kisses across your naval had you squirming in your seat and falling into a submissive state.

You knew he wouldn’t use any of his mind tricks to hurt or control you. Or do anything you said not to for that matter, but knowing he could, knowing that he was in fact taught to use magic for mental manipulation to do just that to enemies of his father, had a rush of heat shooting to your core that dampened your panties as you nodded your head quickly. Mattheo arched his eyebrows at you while he smiled into his juice after having read your thoughts, he knew you loved the sense of control he had over you in moments like these and he absolutely adored when you were his good girl.

But today, he wanted the bratty, attitude filled y/n that had him tightened against his jeans from the day he met you. And he was hell bent on bringing her out to play.

He was painfully hard and growing more so while he watched you try not to move as his nonexistent fingers ghosted over your clit. He was teasing himself just as much as he was you, wishing he could feel and taste your wetness he was positive was accumulating between your thighs. Mattheo wanted to punish you, he wanted you to be looking up at him with glossy eyes and begging in that adorably whiny little voice of yours by the end of the day. And being the fair boyfriend he was, he’d never punish you without reason…….so he’d make a reason.

“Words Darling.” You huffed at him, scrunching your eyebrows together from across the table. Mattheo could tell you weren’t going to last very long, but he had a lot planned for you nevertheless. He waved his hand out, urging you to speak as he kept eating his breakfast.

“Y-yea,” You managed, gripping the table with a gasp as Mattheo’s imaginary tongue slid between your folds without warning. “What was that Baby? Sorry I couldn’t hear you.” He teased, eyes watching you like a hawk as you steadied yourself against the table. He bit back a grin as he reveled in the fact that not a single soul but you and him knew what he was making you feel right now.

“Yes,” You said louder, in a breathy voice as he made you feel his tongue repeatedly flicking at your clit below your underwear at an unrelenting pace, before abruptly ending his assault on your nerves with an innocent smile.

“You didn’t think I’d give it to you all at once did you?” He chuckled at your desperation, looking forward to the day ahead of him even more so now with your shiny eyes looking to him as a pout formed on your lips.

“Eat, I know you’re hungry,” Mattheo spoke calmly and sweetly, but with the edge of dominance that let you know he was planning on continuing this game until you couldn’t think properly. You huffed and scowled at him as you grabbed for his muffin, stealing it from him as he watched how you were growing frustrated with a content smile.

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He started off slowly in your first class of the day. He knew you weren’t great at Potions and knew you’d absolutely Crucio him if you failed this pop quiz. So he’d opted for relaxing you with the feeling of kisses along your neck and making it feel as though he was squeezing your shoulders comfortingly while correcting your mistakes from the back of your thoughts before you wrote them. He’d ever so slightly drag his imaginary teeth across your sweet spot every once in a while, teasing you as you jumped slightly before continuing on with his sweet pecks. Leaving you soaked and wanting more as you began to wiggle in your seat and huff in annoyance, something Mattheo found oh so pleasing.

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History of Magic, however, was a different story. As soon as Professor Binns began speaking, you felt Mattheo’s large calloused hands running up the fronts of your thighs as though he was knelt before you. For a second your eyes fell below the desk, watching the empty air thinking for sure you’d find a second Mattheo as his phantom fingers slipped beneath the hem of your underwear. Mattheo bit at his knuckle with a smile as he watched you looking for his nonexistent hands, squirming in your seat less than a foot away from him. “I wish I could feel you for real Princess,”

The sudden feeling of bites, and kisses, and licks almost made you forget not to speak, catching yourself just in time to thinking clearly for him to hear, “Hypothetically you could.” Mattheo giggled at you, shaking his head mockingly as he leant on his arms, smiling at you like a sweetheart who wasn’t planning on relentlessly teasing you all day.

“Wake me up before the bell Princess.” Mattheo sighed with a fake yawn and a wink before closing his eyes and focusing solely on your pleasure. Mattheo saw himself in the room, as though he was a ghost out of his own body, kneeling before you under the desk like worship. He wasted no time in delving into you, sucking at your clit and making you jolt forward in your seat next to him. A boyish grin grew on his real face beside you as he smiled into your legs in your mind.

His tongue maintained a brutal pace as you wiggled in your seat, going back and forth from sucking and flicking with his tongue, making out with your pussy until he was certain you were going to explode. Removing the sensation before quickly shoving two of his imaginary fingers into you, forcing you to audibly gasp as Mattheo hummed approvingly beside you. It felt like you were actually being stretched around air below the lace of your underwear as a shiver ran down your spine. Mattheo slowly stimulated your g-spot from the back of your mind, making it increasingly difficult to remain quiet and still as your walls clenched around nothing. Your thighs instinctively came together to rub against each other but the feeling of his nonexistent fingers remained, not quite enough to push you over the edge on their own.

“Oh, are you tired of me already Princess? I guess I can give you a break then.” And with that, the sensation stopped. A desperate whine of a “No” almost falling from your lips as your mind spoke it to it’s invader, huffing and taking shallow breaths. Mattheo cracked an eye to watch you as you leant back in your chair, brows furrowed and arms crossed with a pout on your face, he was close.

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In Transfiguration he didn’t even warn you. As you were sat beside Mattheo like always, almost forgetting the game at play, suddenly Mattheo found his way into your mind again, making you feel filled with his phantom fingers once more. Mattheo remained focused ahead, showing no signs of remorse as you let out a frustrated hmph that made his dick twitch in his pants while you eyed his side profile angrily.

“Patience Gorgeous…” He spoke in a slow, dominant voice in your thoughts as he side eyed you, writing something down you’d entirely missed. “How about this Baby,” He started in a soothing voice, slowly drawing his imaginary fingers in and out of you, “If you can get through the rest of class without coming, I’ll get you out of here and give you a proper fuck. What d’ya say?”

You were nodding your head eagerly before he was even finished, “tsk tsk, I know you know the rules Baby,” You narrowed your eyes at him defiantly as Mattheo halted his actions on your notes paper, eyeing you with raised eyebrows like a challenge, just waiting for you to disobey him. The feeling of his other hand gripping at your thigh distracted you as your eyes shot to where it should have been before giving in, biting your lip to hold back a moan at his tightening phantom grip.

“I can, yes,” You whispered in a voice you weren’t quite sure he even heard at first. “You can what?” He whispered back in a cockily smooth, silky voice that sent shivers down your spine and directly to your core. You gave him pleading eyes as you brought your bottom lip between your teeth, silently begging him to just take your answer as your eyes began to water.

He swore he was about to cum in his pants at the sight of you all needy over him manipulating your mind in just the right way. Mattheo gave you a mocking little laugh before giving in to you as he always would. He loved to think he was in control but even Mattheo knew he’d give you absolutely anything you wanted if you gave him those eyes. Before you had time to react, he was diving into your mind again with no warning.

“Gods, you’re such a pathetic little girl aren’t you?” You almost screamed in pleasure as you felt the fingers of his other hand suddenly rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit while the other pounded into you at a brutal pace. “You wish these were my real fingers don’t you Princess? Wish everyone could hear the mess I’m making of you?” You nodded weakly as you rested your head on the desk in front of you, his unrelenting attack of your nerves making it difficult to concentrate on being discreet.

“Don’t worry, I wish it was too. Do you want my cock next Gorgeous?” You couldn’t respond to him, any and all thoughts too jumbled to not accidentally slip past your lips. “I know you do, because you’re a needy little thing, but you’re getting the real deal, not some day dream Darling, so you’ll just have to wait.”

You whimpered into the wood of the desk as you rubbed your thighs together, throbbing and clenching around nothing before looking up to see Mattheo watching you with a hand beneath the desk. You were desperate for a real touch and wanted his hand on you and not him and he knew it. He knew you wouldn’t risk reaching for him and getting him caught also, so he reveled in your teary eyes watching him palm his leaking dick over his jeans.

Suddenly, just as the bell rang, the assault of your senses stopped as Mattheo jumped to gather yours and his things, messily shoving it in both of your bags at random before grabbing for your wrist and tugging you out the door behind him. Your legs were weak and wobbling as you clung to his hand and let him pull you into a classroom only three corridors away from the packed hallway of students transitioning into their next class.

He shoved you through as he slammed the door with a muttered locking and silencing charm before roughly grabbing at your waist. Mattheo yanked you up to him as you subconsciously wrapped your legs around him, meeting his eyes before he practically threw you onto the closest desk. His lips attacked your neck forcing out a pornographic moan from you, grateful to finally be touched.

He wasted no time in roughly ripping at your underwear, tearing them in the middle as his other hand worked to remove his belt and free himself from his boxers. He haphazardly shoved his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs as his dick bounced out against his stomach making him hiss. Mattheo grabbed at the back if your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

You both were breathing heavily into eachothers mouths as his tongue forced itself against yours, immediately claiming dominance and sighing in satisfaction. Without warning Mattheo’s hands moved to grip your hips, and jolted you forward onto his red, leaking dick. Forcing breathy moans from the both of you as your lips ghosted against each others. “Fucking hell you’re fucking dripping for me.”

“Please fuck me Matty,” You begged, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself off the desk as his arms immediately snaked around your waist to hold you on his dick. You were tired of his teasing and tired of his games, you wanted control of it and whether he realized it or not, he’d handed it to you.

“Anything for you my Princess,” he whispered, placing a delicate kiss to your lips which quickly turned heated as he began to ram into you. Your fingers got lost in his curls as you mindlessly bucked against him with his pace, arching over the table against him. Mattheo chased your lips with his as they left him making you giggle and tug at his hair forcing a groan from the back if his throat.

In a flash he’d forced your back flat against the table, hovering over you with dark eyes and his signature smile. “I want a kiss Baby” He said slowly and sweetly, in direct contrast of the way he was driving into your g-spot over and over. He smashed his lips into yours, nipping at your bottom lip as your nails dug into his back through his shirt. You clenched around him as your legs shook with the table, your vision going slightly blurry with euphoria as you came undone below him.

You let your head fall back as Mattheo lead a trail of kisses and bites up and down your neck as his movements became sloppy and his moans grew louder. You rode out your high as he stuttered above you, clutching at the edge of the desk that bounced against the floor, biting at your neck to quiet himself as he filled you with his cum.

“Fuck Matty,” You sighed as he chuckled and looked up to meet your eyes, his hair was damp with sweat and his curls hung over his eyes as he looked at you with a shockingly innocent smile.

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I honestly love this so much🫣

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[halfwayhearted]

hi ! i just want to say that i love ur work you're so talented and always get me in my feels <3 so...i wanted to request a fermin lopez x fem!singer reader who releases a love song or an album that's about him (kinda like beabadobee or taylor swift songs core) and he reacts to and its just fluffy tysm <33

Dance With Me — Fermín López.

Pairing: Fermín López x Singer!Reader

Summary: Even though he couldn’t be there with you to witness your new single drop, he still managed to be the first listener. He was caught by surprise, to say the least.

Word Count: 495+

Disclaimer/s — Fluff… this is also, like idk… but whatever

A/N: Dance With Me by Beabadoobee, please don’t play.

Fermín really disliked not being able to be there with you while you were about to release a song you worked hard on. It bothered him a lot.

Though you reassured him that it was fine and that you’d even send him the song before its scheduled release, he admitted that it helped him feel better about everything. So, here he was, sitting in his hotel room, phone in hand, waiting.

That’s when he felt his phone vibrate. It was you.

You: Here it is! Let me know when you realize 🤍

Quickly clicking on the audio button to start, he’s immediately greeted by the sound of your voice.

If you wanna dance, then dance with me.

The song is soft, and your voice is what makes his stomach do a billion flips all at once. While it plays, he slowly nods his head. The smile already present on his face widens when the next lyrics come, and he finally realizes that it’s about him.

Not that he didn’t already know in the first place; you told him you’d be doing so. It was the fact that it was based on when you guys had barely started talking, mixed with when you were the first to confess your feelings about him to him.

It’s pretty fast but this is what you do at parties, right? And I know it’s hard to tell, but I think I really like you.

Now he’s figured out what you meant by ‘let me know when you realize’. As the song comes to an end, Fermín doesn’t waste another minute and suddenly he’s calling you, phone up to his ear.

“Hey,” you greet. “I’m assuming you’ve listened?”

He nods, despite knowing that you obviously can’t see him. “Hi. Yeah. Yeah, I did. I loved it.”

He loved it, just like you knew he would. He hears the way you giggle and shuffle, then you speak, “I’m glad. Really, I’m happy to hear it. Do you remember what moment I was talking about?”

“How could I not?” Fermín grins boyishly. “It was the same day I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

Your eyes instantly narrow. “Not true! It was the day I asked if you wanted to be my boyfriend.” A pause. “Okay, I’m lying… but what I said basically led to you asking me to be your girlfriend.”

“That, I can admit. When I’m back in Barcelona, we can celebrate, yeah? Whatever you want.”

This was beautiful. “Whatever I want?” You echo.

“Whatever you want,” the man confirmed. “I’ll text you first thing tomorrow morning, okay?”

“Mhm! Sounds perfect. I love you, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, I love you.” And then the call ends. Setting his phone down on the bedside table, he gets into bed and lets out a sigh. He should really go to bed… early morning flight and all that.

He really, really should.

However, he doesn’t. What’s the harm in listening to your song a second time? Maybe even a third?

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby + @sakashq + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ

[targaryenluvs]

THE ROOKIE MASTERLIST

TIM BRADFORD

— his power (dark/mature themes)

summary: after providing a statement to an officer about a robbery, he seems to be everywhere. even after you start avoiding him.

— boots ft lucy chen (dark/mature themes)

summary: you never noticed just how dedicated your two best friends were to keeping you safe, and theirs.

LUCY CHEN

— boots ft tim bradford

summary: you never noticed just how dedicated your two best friends were to keeping you safe, and theirs.

JOHN NOLAN

— coming soon!

JACKSON WEST

— coming soon!

ANGELA LOPEZ

— coming soon!

TALIA BISHOP

— coming soon!

NYLA HARPER

— coming soon!

[b0ng05]

Angela Lopez x fem reader

Smut mdi 18+

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Word Count: 1304

Summary: Angela comes home from work to her wife, and shes in the mood. Idk how else to describe it.

Also Not Proofread 💅

Master list/ Request list

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I was just finishing up some laundry, and occasionally throwing out random trash that Angela left sitting around the house. Found half a grilled cheese, I don’t know when she had a grilled cheese, so for all I know that probably could have been there for a few days.

As I press the button to start the washer, I hear the front door open and close. Angela’s boots cluttering against the floor as she walks in.

“Baby?” Angela calls out from the living room as she takes off her boots.

I walk out of the laundry room and greet her with a soft kiss to the cheek.

“Hey babe,” I say, a soft smile on my lips.

“I missed you today,” Angela whispers, leaning in to kiss me.

Our lips meet, and she wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around the back of her neck, my nails trailing up and down the back of her neck gently. She lets out a soft sigh at the feeling, leaning into my touch, and pulling me even closer.

“I missed you too, my love.” I say with a smile after our lips part.

Her deep brown eyes glance between my eyes and my lips, distracted still.

“Care to explain why I found a grilled cheese in our bathroom?” I ask with a teasing smirk, as I pull her hair from its bun.

“So that’s where that went? Huh. Did you save it?” She asks with a playful grin, her hands softly caressing my waist, slyly moving to my lower back, sliding them lower with a smirk.

“Are you kidding? No. I didn’t save it, it looked like it went through war.” I laugh, running my hands through her hair gently.

“Damn shame.” She playfully grins, kissing me once more, this time more passionately.

Her tongue grazes my lip, asking for entrance, which I give. Our tongues swirl around in a mix of saliva and arousal. Her hands move from my lower back to my ass, caressing it as she pushes me against the wall. One of her hands moves to hold my thigh up by her waist while the other moves to my cheek, cupping it gently as we kiss.

As the kiss grows more heated, Angela lifts me up, carrying me to our bedroom. I kiss up and down the expense of her neck as she guides us there, earning low moans. As she sits on the bed, with me on her lap, she grabs my jaw with one hand, guiding me back to her plump lips for another breathtakingly heated kiss.

As we break into another heated makeout, her hands move back to my hips, grinding me down against her lap, earning a soft moan from me in return. She smirks into the kiss as she hears the sound. She moves her kisses down to my neck, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. Repeating the process to cover my neck with her marks.

I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning louder. But as soon as my moans stop, Angela bites my pulsepoint a bit harder making me break my silence. She lets out a low sultry chuckle, running her hands under the hem of my shirt.

“You have the right to remain as loud as I want you, baby~” Angela teases, a playful grin on her lips.

“That was a bit of a turn off.” I tease, and stroke her cheek.

“Oh, and what about this?” She asks, her tone playful but a bit seductive, her hands slowly making their way under my bra to caress my breasts, her fingers gliding over the peaks of my breasts. She pulls my shirt off, taking my bra off after, not wasting any time.

“You gonna answer me or should I play a bit more, princess?” She teases, leaning down to kiss and trace my collarbone with her tongue slowly.

My cheeks grow redder and eyes flutter shut at the feeling. When she receives no answer, she flips our positions, laying me on my back as she leans over me. She leans down and begins to kiss from my collarbones to my breasts. She fondles one breast in her hand while kissing, licking, and sucking on the other. She makes sure to give them equal attention before kissing down to my stomach.

“So pretty, baby~” Angela praises, kissing down to my hip bone and sucking on it to leave another mark.

Her hands run down over my thighs, before one moves to rest over the button on my jeans.

“Is this okay honey?” She asks, pausing her kisses above the waistband of my jeans.

“Yes,” I nod, my cheeks a rosy tint as I look down into her deep brown eyes. I could only see the love, lust and admiration in her eyes as she looked back up at me.

She leans up and kisses me as her hands unbutton my jeans. She pulls them off my legs before sliding my panties down after them. Before she could move to kiss down between my thighs, I grabbed the front of her shirt, unbuttoning it as we kissed. I tug her shirt off, leaving her in a black lace bra and her work pants.

Before I could move to take off her other clothes, she pushed me back down on the bed.

“Let me focus on you right now, baby~” She whispers next to my ear before sliding down between my thighs.

She kissed my inner thighs, slowly trailing up higher. She moves one of her hands to my cunt, slowly tracing my soaked entrance with her finger. She moves her finger that was covered in my slick to her mouth, licking the wetness off her finger and letting out a low groan at the taste before lowering her mouth to my wet folds and taking a broad lick. I moan, my hand moving to tangle in her hair to bring her closer.

She smirks and looks up at me as she begins to suck, kiss, and lick on my clit, her finger moving back down and slipping inside me with ease. She begins to slowly thrust her finger inside me before adding another and going a bit faster. Her free hand moves to wrap around my waist, stilling my hips that had begun to buck into her. She keeps eye contact, her dark brown eyes darkened with lust as she watches the reactions she brings out of me.

She adds another finger and moves them faster, matching her mouth with the pace. I moan louder, my body burning with heat as I feel myself starting to build up to my release. My hands run through her dark hair, pushing it out of her way as she fastens her movements. She feels my cunt clenching around her fingers and goes even faster and harder, eager to see me release for her.

I moan louder and feel myself getting even closer.

“Yes~ Please don’t stop~ I’m so close baby,” I moan, my tone desperate as I feel myself about to release.

She doesn’t slow down but goes even faster. My back arches as I cum on her fingers. She slows her fingers and mouth but lets me ride out my orgasm. I start to catch my breath and she sucks my slick off her fingers before kissing me softly. She moves to lay down beside me, pulling me closer to lay my head on her chest.

I move to start kissing her chest but she stops me, her hand gently guiding my head to lay back down on her.

“What about you?” I ask, still a little breathless.

“Don’t worry about me right now, my love.” She whispers softly and kisses my forehead.

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Props if you got my reference of her leaving food around the house, ie: grilled cheese.

[bleedingwidou]

glee multi bot release - 14/11

Quinn Fabray - opposites attract fempunk!reader

It was stupid! And so stereotypical. Opposites attract? Really? Individuals with nothing in common wouldn’t get along. It’s common sense. That’s what Quinn believed. Until about three weeks ago, that is.

The first glimpse she got of you the new girl, she was frankly appalled. The whole punk look you had going on — your messy hair, your dark makeup, your piercings? The way you spoke, too, gosh, it was.. disgraceful. Disgraceful, and so, so so hot.

Not that she’d admit that. Ever.

Santana Lopez - hot co-worker! fem!reader

It was hard for Santana to not notice you. Hell, it was hard for anyone to not notice you. She was sure any and every guy that came to the Spotlight Diner on one of your shifts was drawn to how the back of your little red skirt with the sewn on apron would tip up when you’d bend to pick up stacks of plates, and how when you’d stand back up the customer service-friendly grin that appeared as you bared your teeth matched the same pearly colour on your name tag that read your stupidly pretty name.

Santana couldn’t get any more lesbian.

Brittany Pierce - family line fem!reader

Why does family have to be so hard?

For you, at least. It wasn’t a complicated thing for Brittany. She was okay, her family was okay. They loved her, smart or dumb, straight or bisexual. It just didn’t seem the same with you, and she hated not being able to do something about it.

It’s not nice to watch your girlfriend get put down for something she can’t control; something that makes her, her. By your family, too? All because you like the same gender? It enraged Brittany, but she wasn’t a violent person, nor was she mean. Confrontational, maybe, when it’s necessary, but you insisted on not getting involved, which she’d respect.

Quinn Fabray - not a peep fem!reader

This feels so unnatural. This little love affair Quinn has going on. She’s supposed to be with Finn, she is with Finn; she’s supposed to be faithful. Then again, she doesn’t have a great track record of staying loyal. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t control her feelings (and overwhelming hormones), it wasn’t a switch she could flick off. She wanted. She wanted that quiet Glee nerd. She wanted her.

She wanted you, and she always got what she wanted.

more in bot intros!!

it’d been a bit since my last bit release and i really just can’t contain myself.. i hate to keep people waiting !! (if anyone IS waiting..) also, a big thank you for 100k interactions!! woaaah huge number. <33

[womenl0verr]

“my love”

warning: fluff i think? soft tana

It was just a simple sleep over at rachel's house, you, santana, mercedes, kurt, quinn, tina and brittany, were sitting in the couch waiting for the boys to get the food.

"Guys what movie should we watch?" Rachel asked

"Les mis" kurt suggested, but every one was quick to say no.

"Oh! We should watch ten things i hate about you" i exclaimed,

"No y/n." Rachel said sternly,

"Then why did you even ask?" I asked as she rolled her eyes, "did you just roll your eyes at my girl berry?" Santana said a little angry, "n-no" rachel shook her head, "really cause why did i-" i cut santana off, "san no" i whispered, holding her hand.

She calmed down when she felt your hand touch hers, everyone saw that and quickly said.

"Whipped"

"Oh! Santana lopez is whipped as hell"

"Hahah shes so whipped"

"Whip!"

Everybody either snickered or giggled, she just rolled her eyes, the two of you were sitting in the couch with rachel and kurt, while the others were at the floor. she laid you down, you looked at her confusingly, while kurt and rachel just looked at the both of you shocked, so they got of the couch.

When santana felt the two get of the coach, she smiled to her self, once you were laid down she put herself in between your legs with her head on your boobs, "i love your boobs" she mumbled in between you boobs, "what?" I asked the girl, since she just said that like you two were alone.

"I mean it i love your boobs. I mean who doesn't love them." she mumbled once again, "me" kurt replied, you chuckled at what your best friend had said.

She just stayed still, with her head in between your boobs and her stomach in between your legs. They were just debating on what movie we should watch, but you really didn't care, since all you cared about the girl in between your legs.

You caress her hair as you looked at the tv, she suddenly kissed both your boobs, and you raised your leg in surprise as she focused on the tv.

After a few moments the guys finally came back with the popcorn and more things, finn handed us a popcorn, she sat up, as i did the same, she pulled me to her so i can lean back.

"Sanny could you grab water?" I said since i was thirsty, quinn sat on the couch on the other side, "of course 'my love" she said standing up, your heart fluttered and you got butterflies at the nickname.

Quinn saw this and smiled, "wow i thought santana was the one whipped but it was y/n" she teased, "aw where's the y/n that called me fabgay multiple times" she chuckled, "where's the y/n that spread a rumor that i had cooties in kinder garden?" She teased further more,

"Well that y/n's gonna come back if you continue" you warned her, "aw did santana make you soft" she cooed, "i swear quinn." I said sternly, trying to intimidate her, "aw who knew you were so cute" she teased more,

"No i'm not" i looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, "aw you're such a cutie, who knew all it had to take was santana" she teased, "shut up" i mumbled, then santana came back, "san she called me cute" i said in annoyance, "well, you darling, are you cute" she grinned, i just huffed in annoyance, "cmon you are one cutie patootie." She held my cheeks in her hands,

She leaned in and kissed me, i put my hands on her shoulders trying to pull her closer, while quinn just watched in horror and shock, then she went down on the floor to be with her girlfriend, tina.

After a few moments one of her hands trailed down to the back of my thigh, she pulled me up to her lap, since we were the only one on the couch, she put the popcorn some place on the couch.

I felt her tongue poke at my bottom lip, i parted my lips a little, her tongue delved into my mouth, i moaned slightly at the contact.

"Really?" You guys were interrupted by rachel, you tried to pull away but santana's hand were on your back pulled you into her even more.

"Hello?" rachel rolled her eyes, "shut up berry. Its free porn" you heard puck say.

You felt a stinging in your lungs, you whimpered into her mouth, then she finally pulled away.

"Finally!" The diva exclaimed. "Awh cmon keep going" puck said as you rolled your eyes at him.

"You're disgusting puck." Santana chuckled at what you said. After a few minutes into the movie, you and santana finished the popcorn, and she laid you down again, so that she could use your boobs as pillows.

You felt your self fall asleep and santana noticed it when you stopped caressing her hair, the she went up to your face and kissed your cheek,

"i love you princessa" she whispered in your ear,

"I love you too tana" you mumbled sleepy. But everyone heard that.

"God i feel like a third wheel"

"Omg they're so cute"

"Awhh my hearts gonna explode"

"I-i can't there so sweet"

They all muttered to each other.

a/n this is my first ever post, please don’t judge,

[kittycow8875]

Hey lovely would you do a Lopez smut with him being dominant pretty please also love your sweet Lyle one 💖

Yes ofc thank u ml💞

You were a student studying under the scienctist and they figured you were ready and prepared to take care of some of the avatars.this was the first time you have ever gotten this close you were amazed by there beautiful blue glowing skin and tall slim forms it was so unique.but you were still nervous i mean youve never actually talked to any members on there team only have seen them from afar .

The first member you've talked to was Lyle "well hey there pretty thing what you doing here lovely?"

"oh I'm just here to study you guys I'll be working with all of you for a few months" you said with a warm smile. He smiled and laughed a little.then you saw the other member z-dog elbowing Lopez in his ribs you assumed they were not talking about you but oh they were.

Z-dog waved you over "hey honey what's your name?"

"my name is y/n ans I'll be working with you for a while" "oh well thats just amazing a beautiful girl like you?isnt that amazing Lopez?" He looked at you with his beautiful low eyes smirking"it sure is" you smiled.

And got to doing some check ups on there diets they all wrote a list of the things they ate that day and the times but...you noticed something on the back on Lopez's ?

A room number ? A time? And some words 'meet me here at 8:45pm beautiful' you blushed. And decided to finish your work quickly so you could shower eat and get ready for whatever he has in store.

~~~later

8:45pm..

You knocked on the door he opened it in a white tank and black long shorts you could see all his gorgeous blue skin glowing in the lighting.his muscle showing through .

"Come on in beautiful"you walked in closing the door behind you.his hand on your face *eye contact* "you know how beautiful you are right " you smiled your hand on his cheat feeling his warm heart beat.

He took his shirt off it all happened so fast you don't even remember how you got to this.but you were on the bed bent over for him in all you nude beauty.he rubbed your back slowly dipping into you you felt all of his length go into you taking it all.

He started to get tougher pulling your hair and biting your neck "yeah? You like that mami? Taking all of me? Like the good girl you are?" He went faster the knot in your stomach getting tighter.and tightee.till...POP!...you came all over his length he kissed your back "good girl how about you go lay down hm? We can talk in the morning I plan on making you mine.forever.....

💞

[sabbqj]

here we go again...I can't stop myself at this point

work in progress...🪄 Mattheo Riddle aka Marcus Lopez aka Benjamin Wadsworth

[fl3shm4id3n]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴘᴇᴢ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, f masturbation references, size difference, public sex? (In the infirmary) Almost getting caught, kissing, reverse cowgirl, descriptions of burns, edited

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Being a nurse was almost boring, you'd spend hours and hours sitting in the infirmary. Waiting for someone to come in. Anyone rarely got sick or got injured. So most of the time you'd be sitting in your office, just waiting for something to happen. Of course you'd organize and do inventory, but it got boring real quick.

Not only that, but you missed your boyfriend, Lopez. He had left on a long mission that took weeks, almost months. Looking for some guy that the RDA was looking for. It felt lonely, when he was here, you and him did a lot of thing together. Mostly on your days off. You missed him dearly, you wished that you could call him or send him a message, but you knew that he needed to focus on his mission.

That day a guy had got badly injured in the mines, you had attended to his wounds. He got badly burned, from his side up to his neck. They were bad that he had to be watched over for almost about 24 hours. So you had to stay up almost all night to make sure that he was doing okay. He slept due to the medication given to him being strong and making him sleepy. You still had to keep yourself up incase he wakes up and asks for something, but right now he was sleeping.

It was already 2 in the morning, the guy was still sleeping, but you kept yourself up. You were laying on one of the medical beds, right next to the guy. The curtain had been pulled to give him some kind of privacy. You laid comfortably, trying to keep your eyes open, you had grown tired, but you didn't really dare to shut your eyes, fearing that you might fall asleep. Then you heard someone come into the infirmary. You quickly got up from the bed, to see who it was, it was kind of hard due to the darkness in the room, except for the red light from the exit sign. As soon as you got a look on who it was, your eyes widen a bit. It was Lopez!

"Lo-" you then stopped, seen how loud you had got, you looked over at your patient, still sound asleep. Then you turned back to your boyfriend. "Lopez! You're back!" you said in a whisper, going over to him, giving him a hug around his waist. He wrapped his arms around you, crunching down a bit. "I missed you Mami" he said with a small chuckle, his tail wagged a bit. "I missed you too" you said affectionately. When you pulled away, Lopez looked over at the guy sleeping on the bed. "What happened Mami?" He asked. As you lead him to shit down on the bed that you were lying on.

"Oh, he got injured in the mines, he needs almost 24 hour observation." You mentioned, as you both sat on the small bed. "Damn" he said, trying to look over at the guy. "Yeah, he'll be okay though, the medication is working. It makes him sleepy." You mentioned. "How about you? How was your mission?" you asked Lopez. "It was okay, still no sign of the guy. It was as if he disappeared or some shit, but he is just hiding with some sea monkeys" he said. You seemed to understand him. "Hm, why are you looking for him anyway?" you asked.

Lopez just shrugged. "I don't know really, they said that the guy was intervening with the RDA shit, and looting them from their supplies along other shit." He spoked. You only hummed in response. Their was a moment, of silence. Then you felt Lopez's huge hand caress your thigh, touching the fabric of the white tights and slowly slipping his fingers under your white uniform dress. You began to feel some kind of excitement, feeling his warm fingers touching you, but you quickly remembered where you were. "Lopez! Not here!" you tried to protest.

"Please, Mami, I missed you this past few weeks. I need you" he almost begged, leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. He continued to touch your plushy thighs. You squirmed a bit by his touch, but you wanted this. You were getting tired of using your fingers, you wanted him. You needed him. "Okay, but be quiet" you said to him. Lopez smirked, then he turned your head towards his and gave you a deep kiss on the lips. God you missed this.

You has kissed him back, wrapping your arm around his neck, trying to kiss him even more. You missed the taste of his lips and how he felt inside you, you didn't want to forget. You could hear him, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants just enough for his length to spring out freely. He was rock hard, his veins were visible and his tip was throbbing in need, with a small bead of pre cum. He laid himself on his small bed, he had to hold his legs on the ground due to the bed being smaller then him. You then pulled your skirt up to your waist, and pulled down your white tights down to your ankles and took off your shoes. You then pulled your tights completely off, you still had your panties on but you'd move them to the side.

"Come here Mami" Lopez let out a small growl as he took a deep whiff to the air. He could smell your arousal. You then climbed into his lap, you were right under his hard cock, before you could do anything. He stopped you. "Turn around." He said, breathing heavily. You understood what he meant, so you turned your body around, then swung your leg right next to his waist. Lopez then got a hold of your thighs, positioning you properly. He kept a hand on your hip, and then he grabbed his cock up, bringing it up to your clothed covered pussy.

You softly gasped, feeling how his throbbing tip touched the damp fabric of your panties in your crotch area. "Shh" Lopez said quietly, then he reached down, his hand that was once on your hip, was now near your pussy, he then pulled the wet fabric away. Exposing your dipping folds to the cold air. This action made you slightly jolt, you clenched around nothing. When you felt his rough fingers touching your dripping folds, you let out a small purr by the way he was teasing you. He softly touched your folds and your little hole. Lopez let out a small growl, his cock twitched by just him touching your folds.

"Please.." you whimpered. "Please what?" Lopez asked you, continuously rubbing your folds. He wanted to hear you, he wanted to hear what you wanted. "Please, put it in.." you begged almost desperately. "Put what in? Talk to me Mami" he whispered, enough for you to hear. "Your...cock." You whined, you didn't want his fingers, you really wanted his cock inside you, now. "Hm, are you sure Mami? I don't want to hurt you" he said softly, still rubbing your now soaking folds. "Please! I want your cock inside me!" You almost yelled, you quickly quiet down. Hearing how the patient behind the curtails shuffled around in his sleep. You nearly freaked out, Lopez noticed this. "Calm down Mami, It's okay" he said, trying to calm you down. After a couple minutes, you were calm again, glad that the patient didn't wake up.

Lopez then spread his your folds a bit, slowly he slid his tip inside you at first. "Ohh" you moaned softly, gripping tightly onto his shirt, feeling him stretching you out a bit. He stopped for a moment, giving you some time to breath. "It's okay Mami, just breath, just like before." He soothed you, reminding you of the first time you were both intimate. You nodded, breathing a bit heavily, but you manage. "I'm okay now" you said a bit breathlessly. "Alright Mami" he said, then he got a hold of both your hips, slowly thrusting into you. He could feel how tight you were, you were much tighter than before. "Puta Madre!" motherfucker, he hissed, feeling how your walls were tightly wrapped around him.

Meanwhile, you were trying so hard not scream. It's been weeks since you were stretched out like this, it felt amazing. Your squishy walls gripped onto him as tight as possible. Your grip was tight on his shirt, and shock wave ran through your body. "Fuck Mami!" he whispered, then he slowly began to thrust up while holding onto your hips. "Mmm" you bit your lip, feeling how he slowly began moving his hips and down, he was slowly stretching you out. You'd jolt almost every time he'd go even further inside. "You like that Mami?" Lopez asked quietly, all you could do was nod in response, he knew you were loving by the way you were jolting and squeezing his cock. He then thought of something, without a warning, he brought you down with him.

You were a bit surprised when he brought you down with him. Your back was now laying on his chest. You tried to turn and look over at him, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. He then moved his hands up to your chest, beginning to unbutton a your dress, he only did a few, mainly the ones around your chest. Your breasts popped out of the white dress, he then pulled up the lace bralette, exposing your breasts to the air. Your nipples quickly went erect by cool air in the room. "I missed these too" he said, almost teasingly. He grabbed both your breasts, softly squeezing them.

"Mmm" you purred, feeling him kneading at your soft flesh and pinching your hard nipples. You couldn't help but clench around him. Lopez caught on, he squeezed your breasts more and thrusted a bit faster. "Hah" you threw your head back against his shoulder, to give him a bit of help, you began to move your hips and down his cock. "Fuck! Good girl!" he purred softly against your ear, as well as giving it a small bite, making you let out a breathy and quiet moan. He let go of one of your breasts, then he brought down his now free hand down to your clit and began giving it tight rubs. You felt your breath getting stuck in your throat, you felt your eyes shutting tightly, you reached up towards his head, placing your shaky hand on the back on his head, lightly feeling the back of his ear.

He moved down, capturing your lips against his. The soft kiss had quickly became desperate. Teeth crashed with one another's and tongues were fighting for dominance. Lopez continued to thrust and massaging your clit, making you moan against his lip, as well as squeezing your breast and pinching at your nipple. Then you heard shuffling around on the other side of the curtain. You both stopped kissing for a minute, then turned to look over at the curtain. You saw the shadow on the bed, squirming around, as if he were trying to get comfortable. You could also feel groaning from pain and a small fuck. As you watched what was happening behind the curtain, Lopez slowly began to thrust inside you, making you whimper. "It's okay Mami" he whispered against your ear. You bit your bottom lip, trying to prevent yourself from moaning any louder.

Once the patient had gone quiet, Lopez went back into thrusting in you. This time his thrusts were a bit faster and bit more deeper, and he rubbed at my clit at a fast pace, making you whine and moan. He continued his assault, not stopping once. He squeezed your breast and pinched your nipple. "God Mami!" he growled against your neck. He gripped a bit to tightly on your breast, making you let out a small quiet squeak. "I'm so close Mami!" he whispered. "S-so am.. I" you manage to babble at him. You were both close to cumming, so Lopez began to thrust a much faster, making the bed slightly creak. He was hitting all your right spots inside of you, as well as rubbing your clit. It was so good, you wanted to savor this moment, before he had to leave again. He felt your walls clenching tightly around him, you were close and he knew it. "Cum for me Mami, make a mess on yourself" he moaned against your ear, without a warning. You covered your mouth, as you felt yourself becoming undone. Your thighs shut tightly and you began to squirt all over your self and onto your legs, some of your juices got on Lopez's thighs.

As soon as you came, so did he. He hugged your waist tightly, having your body close to his, he began to spill his sticky white robbed inside you. He groaned against your shoulder. You could feel him pumping your puffy pussy to the brim. You moaned against your hand, your legs shivered slightly. You were breathing heavily against your hand, as he tried catching his breath as he laid his head onto your shoulders. He then moved over, kissing your heated cheek softly. "I missed you Mami" he said affectionately, kissing your cheek some more, then down your jawline and neck. You smile weakly, softly giggling by his soft kisses. "I missed you too" you responded.

[timetravellingshinigami]

Is it me or does Mansk has the sharpest and narrowest nose and smallest ears among the Recoms?

While Wainfleet has the broadest nose and biggest ears

Or maybe his lack of hair makes his ears look big 🤔

Anywho, i want to hold Mansk face in my hands. And kiss the dots on Lyle's nose.

[wednesday-fanatic]

Your Late. (Marcus Lopez Arguello X Fem!Kuroki!OC) Deadly Class.

Note: I have never written from the man's point of view. And the song is just random, it has no significance to the story. Also the OC cannot get drunk, no matter how much she drinks. Saya is definitely out of character

Warnings: Swearing, making out, mentions of alcohol, hair pulling, and mentions of smoking. Suggestive content. Let me know if I missed anything.

Marcus' P.O.V:

I was walking back to the room I shared with Saya's sister Athena. I had just finished talking and smoking with Billy when I realized I was late for meeting up with Athena. By the time I reached our room it was already 10pm and I was supposed to meet her an hour ago. I unlocked the door and walked in, shutting the door behind me. I locked the door back and placed my bag on my desk chair.

"Hey babe." I said walking over to Athena's bed, seeing her sitting up against the headboard reading a book on poison, I also noticed she was still in her uniform.

"Your late." She said simply, not looking up from her book.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I was smoking with Billy at the graveyard and lost track of time." I said, it was then I noticed the two empty bottles of whiskey beside Athena.

"Ok. I forgive you but, you have to make up for being late." She said, putting her book down.

"What?" I asked confused.

"You have to make up for being late." She said, getting up off the bed so she was standing infront of me.

"What do I have to do to make it up to you?" I asked.

"You have to-" She started, but was cutoff by a knock at the door.

"Go the fuck away!!" Athena yelled, startling me.

"No!!" Shouted Saya's voice from outside the door.

"Fine. Come in." Said Athena.

Saya walked in and went straight to Athena's bed.

"What are these?" She asked, holding up the two bottles of whiskey Athena had drank.

"Empty whiskey bottles?" Asked Athena.

"I know that, but did you drink two whole bottles of whiskey by yourself?" Asked Saya.

"Yeah. Remember I can't get drunk." Said Athena, sitting down next to Saya.

"Yeah, I remember." Said Saya.

"Why did you come in here?" Asked Athena.

"Just to irritate you." Saya said simply.

"Well I'm irritated. Leave." Said Athena, grabbing Saya's arm and pushing her out the door.

Athena shut the door behind Saya and locked it. As she turned around to look me in the eyes she said, "Now what was I saying?"

"Ah yes, I was about to tell you what you had to do to make up for being late." Athena said, clapping her hands together.

"What do I have to do?" I asked her.

"Sit." She ordered, pointing to the bed.

"Ok." I said and sat on the edge.

"So, to make it up to me, you have to do everything I say for the next 3 hours." She said, sitting herself on my lap.

"Ok." I said.

"Ok." She said, repeating what I said.

"What do I ha-" I started to say but was cutoff by Athena kissing me.

I kissed back and I wrapped my arms around her waist, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, lacing her fingers in my hair. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, I let her explore my mouth with her tongue before I pulled away for air, a string of saliva connecting our mouths.

As soon as I pulled away Athena followed my mouth and put her lips back on mine. We kissed for what felt like forever but was probably 3 minutes. She pulled away and we where both breathing heavily. Athena leaned forward and slide off my uniform jacket,after that was off She undone my tie throwing it somewhere, and the last thing she done was unbutton and pull of my shirt. As soon as she was done I started on her uniform, doing the same to her that she did to me.

After both of our tops where off she leaned forward wearing only a black lace bra and started sucking on my neck. She soon found my sweet spot and sucked on it harshly, causing me to let out a moan. She pushed me back on the bed and started kissing me again.

A/n: Let me know if you want a part two with smut. Or more fluff-ish stuff, or even angst. Or just suggestive. Hope you enjoyed.

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Kissin’ U

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI. dom!Jos / sub! reader + switch dynamics, fingering & oral(both receiving), use of Jos’ powers, pain kink, masturbation(reader)

In which, Jos experiments with using her Power during sex and finds out reader likes pain

Requested? Yes/No

I personally find this quite poorly written, but I’m tired so this isn’t proofread yet, either🤫 p.s. the song doesn’t match the vibe exactly but the album name made me chuckle- figured it was a nice coincidence😂

You knew Jos had powers — all the girls over the age of twelve got them, no matter where in the world they were…you were no exception. When The Power first came into play, it was really hard to get used to, and control. Now, the worldwide freak out over this new organ’s blown over and there was finally some peace in your lives. You were over at Jos’ for the weekend since your family wasn’t home, and things got heated fast. The minute you got there, it was apparent that she could not keep her hands off you. Her kisses alone were longing, her touch lingers on your skin just a tad longer than her usual display of affection. The dead giveaway? That would be how you could feel the Power giving you little zaps as her hand trailed all over your back. You could feel them through your dress. There was no denying you wanted her either…you’d been thinking of her since before she even called you to come over. How her kisses felt against your lips, how she knew exactly where to touch you to make you fold, how she felt when she was fucking you with her fingers and her tongue that would make you giddy and see stars. How…you’d always feel little jolts of electricity from her finger tips whenever she got more aroused. That, you absolutely enjoyed, but haven’t told her before. You weren’t sure how she’d react to it.

Gentle kisses have officially turned into a handsy make out session as she eases you onto her bed. Butterflies swarmed in your chest along with the excitement you were feeling from seeing Jos so eager. “I’ve missed you.” Jos began, caressing your left cheek with her index finger as she lays down beside you.

“How’d you convince your parents to let you stay home alone while they headed up to the cabin?” You asked with a chuckle, gazing right into her eyes.

“I just told my Mom I needed a few days to myself after…everything. She said she understood and just let me. Once my Mom agrees, my Dad can’t really say no, anyway, so-” Jos explains as she brushes the hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear before pressing a kiss to you lips. You hummed in response, kissing her back and sticking your tongue into her mouth slightly as a silent request to kick things up a notch. Jos allows it, letting out a soft moan that gets swallowed by the kiss. The kisses steadily became sloppier by the minute before her mouth leaves your lips and started to roam all over your jaw, and neck. Jos tugs at the bottom your dress and asks if she could take it off. You told her to, and she doesn’t wait a single second to act on your request. Tossing your dress aside, she squeezes your breast causing a yelp to fall from your lips and break away from the kiss briefly. But she hungrily attacked you with a deep kiss, pushing her knee up against the juncture between your thighs and she feels the growing wet spot. Her fingers hooked the hem of your underwear and slides it off smoothly, “You ready, baby?”

You nodded, desperation in your eyes as she peels herself off of you. “We’re gonna try something a little different today.” She asked softly. You obliged, watching her closely for any clues in her facial expression.

“I…want you to touch yourself until you’re so, so wet and ready for me. For me to take you, okay?” Jos cups your cheek, then her index finger traces your jaw and ends up titling your chin.

“Okay.” You could barely get your reply out before she crashes her lips onto yours. Then, she gets herself comfortable sitting right between your thighs to watch you.

“You can’t touch me. Just yourself first.” She reminded, biting onto lower lip.

You whined, taking in a sharp breath as you contemplated your next move, feeling very self-conscious all of a sudden. Her eyes softened the moment she saw that look on your face, “Hey, hey. Baby, look at me. Look at me, okay? It’s just us here…no one’s gonna hear you but me.”

You nodded, the familiar rush of heat returns to your body when you heard her assurance. Following that was the growing ache in your cunt after Jos decides to kiss you to help you relax again, boldly kneading your breast in the midst. Eventually you felt a spark on your breast, which elicits a cry from you. She stops moving her hand, asking if you were okay. “Yeah, keep doing that.” Those words as good as flew out from your mouth, with your mind being clouded with arousal.

Her look of bewilderment was brief, but she did as you told her to after hearing you whimper over and over with each little zap. “You like that?” She chuckles, breath fanning against a sensitive spot in the crook of your neck.

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“Mm.” An incoherent mumble was the response she got, “I do, I do.” She holds your nipple between her fingers and gave it a pinch, knowing exactly how you’d react. You moaned, your hand traveled down south, beginning to rub your clit slowly. Each gesture allows Jos to hear a whimper that she was thoroughly enjoying, making herself wet in the process. She needed you too, and you knew it. But, she wanted you to touch yourself first and you hadn’t forgotten that.

“Come on, baby.” Jos bit her lower lip as she watched you excitedly, “Fuck yourself with your fingers. I know you want that.”

She was right, that’s what you would’ve done if you were home alone. But you weren’t- you were here, with Jos. After a few minutes, she’d replaced your fingers with her own, having you use them on yourself, unable to fight her desire any longer. She groans lowly, feeling how wet you were, watching a string of slick drip onto her sheets slowly starting to form a small puddle beneath yourself.

“Yeah, keep going.” She bites back another groan, “So hot, baby. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

You resisted reaching out to grab her face to kiss her. But you weren’t complaining because she used her free hand to grip your thigh, purposely sending a zap in your sensitive spot she knew you had. She feels you tightening around her, so she removes her fingers from you, using her mouth in place of them. But not before she climbs onto you, her ass now in your face allowing you the access.

Immediately, high-pitched moans replace your yelps and whimpers. It made her giddy, and proud that she could do that to you with such ease. It was a telltale sign you were close, but what was really aiding you was the fact that she’d been using the Power on you. As her tongue circled your clit and licked your folds expertly, you feel her hands roamed your bare ass, sending those electric shocks through it with each time she paused her movements— her fingertips seem to have zapped every inch of your body already. And you were trying not to seem like a pathetic little slut moaning every second of the way.

“I want to hear you. I want to hear how I make you feel, y/n.” Her breath fanned against your throbbing cunt, making you seethe. “I love hearing you moan for me, princess.”

That was like a cue for you, to let her hear what she wants to hear from you. Of course, her tongue had just picked up its pace…your vision blurs and you start to see stars, and the coil in your core tightens, and tightens until you couldn’t deny it anymore. She says you couldn’t come yet, but you were already so near tears. The ache keeps growing as you tried to ignore the need, your fingers used as the distraction that was pumping in and out of Jos as she continues eating you out. Her noises of approval weren’t helping the fact that she way delaying and denying your orgasm.

You begged her for your release. She doesn’t say a thing, but does the one thing she always does that makes you come: Two fingers aggressively poking at your g-spot over and over until you couldn’t take it and let go, through your cries of her name in an unending string.

You hear her chuckle through the loud sound of heartbeat pounding in your ears. Her tongue doesn’t stop, helping you ride out your high gently and cleaning you up at the same time. But the action has proven itself on multiple occasions that it results in the opposite. She’s had her fun with you, and as usual, it was now your turn. You gathered some of her slick before adding a third finger, she groans, gripping onto your legs. Little jolts of electricity were unintentionally sent through your calves, causing you to get startled. However, you remember your task at hand and resumed your motions. Jos nearly fell flat onto you as her body practically convulsed during her orgasm, her juices coated your fingers and you lapped them up like it was dessert.

“Okay, yeah. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s good.” She curses.

You were extra sensitive after such an intense climax that with a few flicks of her tongue, you’d came again. Now satisfied, Jos slowly helped you sit up. She kisses you, letting you taste yourself inevitably. “You did so well for me, princess.” She cups your cheeks with both hands.

You laugh breathless, “You taste so sweet, Jos. I could eat you out for hours.”

Her shock at your bold comment was quickly taken over by pure glee. She chuckles, “I like this side of you. It should come out more often.”

[halfwayhearted]

I saw your requests are open and I just read the Fermín head canon, and a few days ago I saw somewhere that Fermín often sits alone until Gavi comes over to annoy him, can you make a story or wtv it's called with like reader helping Fermín take revenge over gavi by pulling a prank on him?

<3

Understand — Fermín López.

Pairing: Fermín López x Fem!Reader

Summary: In order for Fermín to get his friend back, he comes to you and asks for your help. Who are you to say no to him?

Word Count: 465+

Disclaimer/s — Nothing!

A/N: Going through requests, hi! I sooo struggled with this if it wasn’t already evident, sorry if I didn’t do this request justice…

“Gavi did something and I need to get him back.”

That’s what your boyfriend said as soon as you arrived at his house. Your lips tugged into a frown as you slowly slid your phone into your pocket. “It’s really nice to see you, too. Wow, thank you.”

“Sorry—” Fermín grimaced, his hand sliding over your waist and gently pulling you toward him, placing a kiss on your hair. “Hi, how was work?”

You smiled almost instantly at that, a small laugh escaping your lips. “It was good! What’d he do?”

“They’re harmless pranks. He just likes to bother.”

Right, right… “Fermín, they’re harmless pranks?”

He lets out a sigh, “Yes, they are. But I never get him back. It’ll be just this once, will you help me?”

Will you help him? Was he actually being serious?

And to answer that… question, he was! The next day, there you both were at a small get-together. A lot of people were present, and so was Fermín’s item that you suggested he’d use to prank him.

A table football. Something the team loved to play during their free time, and he can guarantee that Gavi will, in fact, get mad. How so? Well, you’d be messing with it as the play went on. That’s it.

“Come on!” You heard your boyfriend exclaim. The next thing you know, there’s a group walking into the room, gathering around the table.

Things get intense quickly, then you feel Fermín’s foot subtly kick against yours. That was your cue.

Lifting your hand, you grip the other end of the rod and keep it there, messing up his play. The other side scores, and the man drops his jaw in confusion, saying, “No, again. Let’s go again.”

He narrows his eyes, “Five rounds. How ‘bout it?”

“Five,” Gavi echoed with a nod, his gaze focused.

So you kept it up, and suddenly it was five to one. It was safe to say that he was officially annoyed! Lifting accusatory fingers and glares, each time you’d spare Fermín a quick glance, wondering if he’d tell him. And with one last look, he relents and takes a step toward you, “Gavi, Gavi, hey…”

All it takes is his glance to flicker down for the man to follow his line of sight, gaze locking at the sight of your hands under the rod. Then he looks up at you and meets your nervous smile. “Everything was his idea; you played well!” You defended, “Considering the circumstances?”

Once you finish, laughter erupts. He rounds the table, grabbing Fermín by the arm and calling him every name in the book. You take that as your chance to leave. He can, well, fend for himself.

You made the bed, so… now he just has to lie in it.

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