#nomi x fem

[gr00vyminibus]

BLACK ORCHID

Nomi x black fem

You've been talking to Nomi for some months and really have deep feelings for her but you can't unshake this sense thats she's hiding something. The longer she wants to keep it away from you the bigger she tears your relationship apart. Will she save it or allow you both to fully disconnect from eachother?

Will include: angst, suggestive scenes, stalker activities, this was split into two parts since it was so long all together but thats basically all for this section. Kinda fast paced and proofread

Taglist: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna @scribblecake

Alsoo!! Happy birthday to my wife <333 a thousand, million, trillion billion kisses!! 😘😘😘

She knows everything about you.

Yet sometimes, you sit and think at night. Slowly giving life to a trecherous fear that you didn't know much about Nomi herself.

She wanted to keep a few things confidential from you and you respected that but the excuses to leave for weeks, even fly over seas, and come back with a blind eye to your suppressed melancholy like nothing happened started to aggrivate you.

She couldn't have missed it, it was often hid lazily behind your polite guise when she greeted your baby. All you could do was worry and painfully ache at the thought of her going again, leaving you to keep reassuring your one year old daughter that nomi had places to be.

Sometimes you would try to pry but the way she effortlessly ushered you into another topic was astounding. Nomi undoubtedly had a shit ton of secrets and you had to confront her about them if she wanted to love and be around you as someone more than a good friend..

"I hope when you get older, you're able to tell me anything." You stroked your daughters small curls as she gnawed on her fist, she garbled incoherent sounds but her doe eyes were glued to you like she was partially listening.

Laosa was your world, your hearts capacity, your biggest reason to breathe everyday. You'd do anything for her well being and if you had to cut some certain people off, so be it.

"Ghhh.. grrrhh.." she flailed her arms and twisted back and forth as you furrowed your brows and held her hips, "What's up, hm?"

"Muh mii.." she looked at the front door and leaned against the back of your thighs while gnawing on her fist again.

"Are you saying mommy?" You smiled, fingers gliding across her stomach as she giggled aloud. Screaming in the midst while she squirmed and you eventually stopped to let laosa lay against your chest as you focused back on your movie.

You knew Laosa wasn't going to nap unless you continued rubbing her back so while you both shared a night alone in your cozy apartment, no disturbments.

A sudden knock had came. In the wee hours of the night.

You snapped your head to the door, feeling an exhausted anger draw out with your deep exhale.

"Who in the world could be at my damn door this late." You looked at your baby and carefully took her in your arms, hand coming over her ear so it could muffle your strides and anything else that could potentially wake her up. You reached the front door and squinted in the peep hole.

Feeling an eminent shock halt everything in your body like a hiccup. Nomi leaned against the wall opposite from your apartment door in a long trenchcoat. Seemingly in deep thought as she remained still and waiting.

Normally she came with a notice and during the daytime but for her to show up like this with nothing but a bag on her person was strange.

"The hell.." you mumbled, but her eyes drifted up from their initial spot on the ground, darting to the very bottom of your apartment door as she momentarily pinched her eyebrows together. Could she hear you?

".... might as well." You sighed and situated laosa on your hip as you went to open the door. Nomi's figure straightened up as the locks began moving and then the door cracked, revealing you.

She smiled faintly, mouth parting to say.

"Hey."

"Hey?" You whispered in confusion as she pushed herself off the wall and approached you just before the threshold.

"Um," she sighed shaking her head. "I should have texted you but my phone got broken during this accident so..." you furrowed your brows.

"What'd you get yourself into now." Your eyes trail up her figure as she chuckled but nothing in the world seemed funny at this moment.

"Car crash actually." You gasped softly, door widening as she glanced at the interior of your home just wanting fall inside for a good night, she returned her tired gaze to you.

"A-are you hurt?"

"Shoulder's a bit sore but I'm fine really." She assured in coaxing deep tone, making you both blend into a silence of distant cars and quiet crickets.

"Well, come in." You turned on your heel and made way for nomi to follow you as she shut the door and remained behind you like a shadow.

Even while you carefully placed laosa in her crib, kissing her on the forehead while tucking her in a blanket that might be tugged off later in the night but for now your baby was safe and warm.

You rubbed her silky young hair and muttered a sweet affirmation into her ear before leaning up and sighing. Nomi took her bag off, eyes not leaving the resting baby girl.

"Can I kiss her goodnight."

Something inside you got effected at how she mumbled that request, almost as if she needed it.

"Yeah, I'm going to head to bed." You walked out of the room and she watched your figure retreat around the corner, afterwards walking to the edge of the crib where laosa's head laid.

Smiling softly at her little beads of hair because it reminded her of her own. She leaned down to laosa and kissed her temple. Just existing in her presence was slowly dominating her fear of being close with the people she loved.

It was scary to hold you at night and realize you were sound asleep while she stayed awake and stared at nothing. Just waiting for something unexpectant, a built in mode of survival engraved into the marrow of her bones.

It was scary to feel a plethora of things just because you smiled at her and treated her like a nice human being. Not knowing that she could change into the complete opposite.

It was scary to surrender. To allow the two most precious things in the world to possess her once idle beating heart.

But although nomi was scared, she wasn't a coward. And she'd die before abandoning the both of you. That was a commitment she agreed with internally.

Eventually she left the room quietly while shutting the door and made her way to your room, the door was cracked but she knocked anyway and when you granted her permission nomi caught you in the midst of sliding into bed.

You were silent tonight. Very concisely worded and it was one of the things on her list that were rated as torture. So as always she asked you how you felt, "are you angry with me?" You sighed and turned on your side with the cover pulled over.

"I have nothing to be angry about."

"But you are." She got comfortable under the covers once she shed off her trechcoat and made her feet bare.

"Am not." The agent completely disregarded your defense and rolled on her stomach just behind you, head looming above your ear.

"If you want to talk we can talk. You're not tired." She stated from the fact that you haven't stopped shaking your leg. Its just the thing you do when your up, but drifting between laziness.

"Nomi." You turned around as she raised her brows and tilted her head.

"Hm?"

Go to sleep. Thats what you should have said but you didn't. She grew unsure of your stretched pause, the rush of blood in her body making her wound ache but she was still as stone. Deep eyes switching between your own.

"What is it, y/n." You contemplated shortly before answering.

"How did you get in that car crash?" She then looked weirdly dull. Eyes wandering from your own to glance at something blankly.

"The person who hit me was a reckless driver. Isn't that the main cause of every car accident?" She slowly fluttered her lashes at you and furrowed her brows.

"Tell me about it?" You rise up against the headboard as she cautiously followed suit.

"Well, I was driving on my way to you actually before someone hit me from the side during a speed chase. The impact caused me to slam into the drivers door."

"And what's the condition on your shoulder?"

Nomi bit her lip and let a sort of silence stretch until she was comfortable responding back, "that's not how my shoulder got messed up."

"... can I see?" She puts a hand infront of you in a halting manner, wordlessly unbuttoning her shirt with one hand.

"I got it. Let me." You offered and she was going to protest but your hands had already gently eased her own off and finished the task, having the shirt ready to be pealed back.

Your fingertips traced the bandage around the upper joint of her limb and gently pressed around, above, near the edge of her right armpit and then finally in the middle. Nomi hissed immediately, discomfort taking her feautures for a moment.

"So its right there, is it a spring, twist, bone out of place?"

"It's... more like a gun shot wound." She shrugged with one shoulder before pulling her shirt back on.

"Who shot you?!" You slightly raised your voice as she closed her eyes and pressed her index finger to her lips. Listening out for laosa's potential cries. Then she reopened them and dragged them from the bedroom door to your face.

"I'll make it short."

"Make it clear." you demanded, a douse of anger that hid in your silence finally jumped into your tone. Nomi sighed.

"The police caught up with the other car, they ended up crashing with me and while I exited my vehicle.. I was blindly shot. That's all that happened, darling." You stared into her eyes, a soft frown etched into your feautures that she didn't appreciate one bit, but she believed she could fix it.

"So.. can we sleep together tonight? I haven't laid with you.." Nomi leaned closer to your body and wrapped her good arm around your waist, connecting your foreheads.

"In weeks." You take a deep breath and crossed your hands in your lap.

"Please?"

"... yeah.." you let go of it tonight, telling the inner voices in your head to shut up about the fact that you may be sensing Nomi isn't telling you the whole truth.

"That's my girl." Your bodies lower back into the bed as she welcomes you on her chest and you try you best to avoid applying more weight to her right shoulder.

Though the next morning, doesn't turn out like you expect.

You hear the television and sounds of cheesy nursery rhymes frolicking throughout the place. And there's a smell in the air, pleasant, delicious yet different from you normally whip up in the kitchen. You inhale with relief.

She's still here.

That old smile of yours started to form on your face as you turned in the pillows. Now you're eased onto your stomach and lying there undisturbed.

But suddenly the door creaked open and seeing as you're awake, you decide to easedrop.

"There. There goes your mommy all knocked out and sleeping sound, try not to wake her up yeah?" Nomi whispered as she bounced your baby girl on her hip and comfortingly let her small hand squeeze her thumb. Her doe eyes were glued to you.

"Satisfied little spy?" Laosa did a sort of wobbly nod as she squirmed on Nomi's hip and held her thumb harder. The woman raised her brows.

"Back in the living room I suppose." Nomi glanced at the lump in the sheets and quietly closed the door as you continued 'sleeping'. A short chuckle left you, fingers coming to wipe your eyes of any residue while you sat up.

Your arms dropped to bed and then flung the covers off so you could go to the bathroom and freshen up. Once you reached the living room you saw Nomi writing on a note pad while multitasking with spoon feeding Laosa.

She squished Nomi's forearm and took the spoon of baby food with a gurgle before softly falling back in the seat.

Nomi underlined a few things with haste and sensed someone approaching, eyes drifting up to the sight of you in your long gown and it made her marvel, "Good morning, Darling."

"Good morning, thanks for feeding laosa" you sighed gently was going sit on seat next to the woman but one of her arms hooked around your waist and eased you onto her lap. You parted your lips to say something and she stared up at you with faux innocence.

"You're welcome. Does that earn me a kiss?"

"Don't know?" Her arm flexed to hold you tighter and you could feel her plump lips pressing into the bare skin of your shoulder blades and neck.

"Stop being stubborn." she rasped in your ear as you shifted on her lap. Instinctively pressing back into her embrace. Nomi raised her hand to turn your chin so she could kiss you, but just as your mouths was centimeters away a wet glob landed on Nomi's temple.

She leaned back as you did aswell and gaped at the orange mess dripping down her face. Nomi shook her head and grabbed a few napkins off the table to wipe her skin. You laughed loudly while she chuckled.

"Not funny."

"Lala doesn't think mimi deserves a kiss?" You cooed at your baby and escaped from nomi to pick her up from the high seat as she giggled.

Nomi sat while looking between the both of your faces as something bright swelled within her heart. The feeling all too familiar.

"Your plate of breakfast is on the counter, I'm going to take a shower" Nomi snapped out of her trance and excused herself with fake irritation.

Once she was out of sight you did reprimand the newborn with a whisper before setting her down somewhere she could play.

The breakfast Nomi made was pretty good, she never failed a dish anyway. It tracked all the way back to the second date at her apartment when nomi cooked for you. She looked hot and whatnot while slinging an oven rag over her shoulder, shaking a pan of frying vegetables, which accentuated the muscles in her arm.

She was picture perfect, you could say.

Very relaxed, knew how to have a good time, never really jealous, made you laugh in any circumstances and she always blew the fuse out of an argument in the best ways. Nomi apologizes.

Which she never does to anyone but you. She isn't touchy either but she craves your cuddles and kisses, especially when you squish her face when you're extra happy.

The only you didn't like was her reluctantance.

Nomi could've been your girlfriend by now but everytime you brought that topic up she just steer the convo.

Solidifying your relationship despite all things you do for eachother was a pretty big step for her, one Nomi needs to grow longer legs for.

And you'd give her countless days that extended to weeks and months. But you'd be insane if you were going to continue being in the 'talking' stage with her after a year.

So the fears began to creep.

Is she playing you? Are you just an excellent hang around? Will Nomi eventually grow bored of you and.. leave?

You slowly chew on your food and make the fork meet your plate, mood soured and spoiled. You just end up wrapping it all up and putting it in the fridge before walking to the bedroom.

-

Your arms are placed behind you as you sit on the bed, waiting. Now you wanted to talk.

After twelve minutes went past the shower finally cut off and there was some shuffling and the close of a cabinet, then the knob twisted and she padded out with a towel around her body.

"You sneak.." Her British accent irked and attracted you at the same time while she approached your drawers.

"Whatever.. " you mumbled, Nomi payed you no mind until she glanced back.

".. Mind if I burrow some clothes?" You shrugged as she turned back and fished out some comfortable clothes. She discarded her towel and unfolded the pair of sweats to pull it over her legs and pulled a t-shirt over her head.

You looked elsewhere the whole time until a presence could be felt dipping into the mattress, a hand took your idle one and interlaced their fingers.

"You're silent again." Nomi searched for an explanation in your body language that your mouth wasn't going to give right away.

"I want to talk this time." You utter.

Nomi nibbles on her lips, "About what, I'm all ears."

"About how I feel," Nomi hummed as she examined you from head to toe.

"Go on?" her lips pinched into a straight line as you were getting ready to respond.

"I want to know more about you." You stood strong yet you felt like dissapearing due to her deep stare.

"Im very private you know that, you also know enough darling, what's the real issue." She furrowed her brows.

"The real issue is.. your enough, isn't my enough. Look, I won't beat around the bush.. you've been keeping me in the dark for a while." You pressed. She scratched her brow slowly and dropped her hand in her lap.

"If that's how you feel-"

"And I do?"  You state, tone defensive. You take your hands back for yourself.

"You make me worried sick? I— I can't keep any tabs on you whatsoever, I don't know what your job profession is, where you dissapear off to, I don't even know your schedule which I always stay considerate of no matter how odd it is.. and how it may be eating into my time." you breathe in deeply.

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you got shot?"

"Y/n-" your hands then jab at your chest.

"As your...... hell I don't even know what am to you at this point but I'm pretty angry at the possibility that you may be keeping some huge secrets from me while I expose my whole life to you?"

"Y/n, you know who you are to me."

"Do I? What's our status, how am I special?"

"You're.. " my love. Nomi didn't think she could say that to you, every time her toungue fell limp and her jaw clenched. She loved you more than you could imagine but knew where admitting to it would get her. She felt unworthy of you. Prohibited and Insecure.

The way she lived glued her to this mindset.

Your shoulders dropped.

"Exactly. I can't bring myself to play pretend the next day when my heart's still sore from you choosing when to come and go. Giving that same explanation of work," you groan, "its like I always make time for you but you don't make enough time for me... I'm doubting if what I'm trying to do is right.." 

"What is that?"

"Trying to gain your trust. Your reassurance. I mean we are getting to know eachother so we can potentially be together... but you obviously haven't felt that close with me yet so you have the obvious option Nomi..."  

"Don't.. don't do that." She glared, you couldn't be insinuating that. And the way her name came out of your mouth wasn't soothing her like usual.

"Then tell me what I should know, from the moment we first met." You lay out your request on the table while Nomi sits deep in thought for a proper response back. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't realize you feeling this way, she always knew.

But the last thing Nomi wanted was for you to leave her for it. She just needed more time, but now the hourglass had finally ran out.

"You want," with a pounding heart.

"trust.. openness? fine. But If I'm speaking from the deepest part of my heart, all I ever did was try to protect you and Laosa."  

"Protect us from what?!"

"Simple answer?"  She placed her palms infront of her as you demanded with a raising brow.

"The simplest." 

"I work with the government."  

"..... Nomi if you're an FBI Agent you could've told me-"  

"Not that type of agent." She frowned, eyes closing momentarily. 

"Then.."  you trailed off. Nomi crossed her arms and fully turned to you, face giving confliction and compromise at the same time. This was it. If she told you, everything would change.

She'd overcome that boulder that layed atop her jurisdiction once and for all. You deserved to know.

"Nomi?"

"I'm the one that.. takes care of the criminals you thankfully haven't heard on the news. People like me handle.. them— i-in advance."

"Oh."

"Listen-" 

"Is that how you got shot?" Stunned silence.

"My." You turned away.

Nomi breathes in deeply. "I'm finally coming clean to you about what I'm hiding and now you're shutting me out? Y/n look at me."

"..I can't..." You're reluctant. But a now cold hand reaches for your arm with gentleness. Light as feather and you let Nomi settle behind you with the fearful thought of a reptile slithering around your skin.

"Darling." But you snap out of it, you have too. Upon this news you feel like everything you've known about her is a lie and all that she is, is her choice of work. An agent. But you know deep down Nomi is more.

"If only you were willing to understand." She rubbed her hands down your arms and held you firmly, feeling your deep trembles.

"I've had to do unspeakable things for this world. I've had to kill." You squeeze your eyes shut while hers bore into the wall ahead.

"Would it alleviate the weight off your shoulders if I told you all of them were really.. really bad people." She put her chin in your neck and pulled you closer than you already were, squeezing, making you slightly breathless.

"A.. life, is a life." You exhaled.

"And what is a justice?" She whispered, hold suddenly loosening. The truth. It filled you with so many emotions that you though you were prepared for but weren't. After all, this was what you wanted.

So now you must make a choice.

"Nomi." You mutter and then swallow. The agent is silent, arms still interlocked around your abdomen. She's torn in her thoughts, remaining clueless about if you'll end things with her or not. Its maddening.

".. Nomi." Your voice wavers and it's painful to consider the thought that leaves your throat sore in guilt.

"You need time." She abruptly pulled away from you and got off the bed, darting her burning eyes to the ground.

"When you've come to a decision... call me." Nomi states as clear she can while gathering her things.

She's gone quick and two times the door gets shut. Mimicking the breaking of your crystal glass heart.

This was best for now.

-

One.

Two.

Three.

Four Days.

A Thursday had never felt so.. empty. Nomi skimmed her cabinets for numerous bottles of dark liquors and sweetly bitter remedies that left her body ablaze right under her skin. She didn't grow tired often, not remembering a proper trip the bed in that span of time.

Maybe a crash on the couch every blue moon. Or a late night ride.. past your complex.

Every blue moon, though.

Nomi knew she could give into her intrusive thoughts and scoop you and laosa up. Proposing a stay at her Mediterranean and remote home while you continued to think. In her passanger seat. As long as you both were in her reach. That's all she wanted.

The agent put her hand on the car door, fingers eerily still on the handle as she pondered on it. She could do it, she really could. Your usually home this hour anyway, probably making fragrances or nurturing your baby on the lap while the TV remained on.

Desperate.

Come on, thats desperate.

Nomi clenched her jaw and brought her hands back on the steering wheel, leaving the premises without hesitation and internally degrading herself on the way. She had to be patient.

Meanwhile you were in the house wondering how to contact her, as if you could send a simple text or call. But what would you say, how would you say it.. in which way would you deliver your sentiment. Should you give it a little more time and think logically rather than your heart taking all the space up in your head.

The organ told you to forgive nomi and continue loving her. To be willing to understand like she wanted. And you truly wanted to but you were scared. Images of her bandaged shoulder and how exhausted she looked with slighty sunken eyes. You couldn't bare to see her so..

Beat.

You sighed and stood up to put laosa to bed again. A sad frown etched into your features while you thought of the woman.

Tonight's dreams had mimicked your pain in distorted ways that made stubborn tears escape through your closed eyes and your heart did its familiar, agonizing turn and twist.

But as always, the sun did its usual appearance and you were still slumped in bed when a buzz from your phone had you stirring in the sheets.

Buzz

"Ugh.." you turned on your side.

Buzz

"Mtch.. shoot." You grumbled and quickly reached for your phone on the nightstand. After rubbing your eyes and blinking the blurriness away you noticed there were text messages, from Nomi.

Mimi💕: I have to report back to work on Monday.

We need to talk soon.

Your face twisted up into an angry pout as your feet kicked in a dramatic toddler fashion. You weren't ready to face her at all, even looking at her blue text bubbles made you feel intimidated. You thought of responding or leaving Nomi on read for a minute to recollect yourself.

You chose the latter.

Today wasn't the best day to talk, you had to be at work by nine and drop laosa off to daycare, along with a ton of other things. You sighed and got out of bed to freshen up and make breakfast.

Throwing some bacon in the oven before you went into the baby room and eased Laosa out of her slumber.

Her little body was putty in your arms as you carried her to restroom and got her ready for the day aswell. She could barely sit up straight when you brought a soft brush along her scalp.

"Lala.." her eyes squinted open to your voice as she slightly perked up and then slumped again.

"Reminds me of when I used to brush her hair after a good old wash day" you mumbled with a smile while fitting a puffy headband on the little girls head. The longer you stared into the mirror and reflected, the more you missed her.

And it was at that moment when your chest began to hurt again that you knew you had to do it. You couldn't delay this talk. So hopefully there could be a slot in time for your discussion.

[gingerjolover]

for halloween maybe...naomi and gf carve pumpkins and the gf teaches them how to wash and cook the pumpkin seeds

ok since halloween is over....hear me out

naomi and gf already carved pumpkins for Halloween but DIDN'T save the seeds because naomi was like already elbow deep in their pumpkin and throwing all the guts in the trash

but then naomi hears your family or sees something on insta about pumpkin seeds and comes home with two pumpkins and is like "we didn't cook the seeds!!!"

"Nomi you threw your seeds out..."

"Because I wasn't thinking!"

"Its literally November..."

"Then make an autumnal pumpkin babydoll, let me have this," Noami literally whines, like dropping the pumpkins down with a thud

and i feel like you're rubbing Naomi's shoulders bc they're just bouncing around all excited

you lay down a able cloth or something and then get a big bowl of ice water while naomi cuts the pumpkins open

"what's the ice water for?"

"the seeds will float the top and the guts will stay on the bottom so when you get those big chunks with seeds in, you put it in the ice water and rinse them to separate them,"

"ohhhhh"

cleaning out the pumpkins together <3

"I'm rearranging this pumpkins guts....👀"

"NAOMI!"

once the pumpkins are cleaned out, naomi has their hands in the water, def whining about the temp, but separating all the seeds while you're scooping them off the top with a slotted spoon

eventually naomi is like "bro my hands are cold can we switch?"

"never heard that before...👀"

"BABE!"

y'all let the seeds dry out while you carve pumpkins

naomi is def carving a swear word in there which compared to your leaves you're like "really?"

"sweet or salty, baby?"

and naomi is like riddled with decisions just like wide eyed and looking down

you just end up doing both and doing to trays, one sweet one salty

once they're done and cooled, you and naomi sit on your back porch, they 1000% manspread always and then you're just curled into their side as they feed you pumpkin seeds :(

"we're doing this every year from now on," and they say it so casually you're like 🥹

[sweetyluvs]

Abby definitely has glasses !! like the old ppl round ones but they look so good on her

she does 💯

[changenameno]

The Thief (One-Shot)

(Complete)

Summary: You’ve always been quite the troublemaker. And pickpocketing was your favourite pastime. However you hadn’t noticed the bearded man watching you, until it was too late. Whatever will he do with you?

 

Paring: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, reader is a thief, being caught, cursing, degrading words, abuse of authority, but reader is enthusiastic about it, enthusiastic consent given, rough sex, p in v

Word count: 2.9K

 

A/N: That scenario has been stuck in my head for some time, so I thought I’d put it into writing. As always any mistakes are my own. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Thank you and enjoy!❤️✨

 

 !Neither Walter Marshall nor Nomis are my creation!

🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻 🐻🐻🐻

 

Your fingers felt like they would fall off any second now. It was freezing and still, you had purposefully neglected to wear gloves. Why?

Simple, you were lighter fingered when your hands weren’t encased in any sort of fabric. Though right now you wondered if it had been a mistake, since the feeling in your hands had been gone for about an hour.

 

 

You had underestimated the cold front the weather guy had talked about, especially because it was only October.

 

 

Standing to side of the crowd, you watched possible targets go about their day, buying things on the farmers market. Completely unaware of your eagle eyes, keeping track of, where they put their wallets.

 

 

You knew, it was a bit risky pickpocketing right here, because the police had doubled their efforts, since an awful lot of civilians had reported their stolen money or missing wallets in the past few month. So to placid them, they had promised to update the security in the area.

 

 

Though you hadn’t seen said ‘updated security’, you were aware of the possibility of undercover cops. But that did next to nothing to dissuade you from your weekly shopping spree. Normally you didn’t keep watch that long, but you had hoped maybe the cop would show themselves. Hence the delay.

 

Though they didn’t reveal themselves.

 

 

And you didn’t want to wait much longer to relive someone, of the awful burden of carrying so much money around, because your fingers would truly fall off soon. That’s why your eyes were set on your final target.

 

 

A middle aged woman, whose attire looked so expensive and out of place, you were convinced she had some money to spare.

 

 

Before reconsidering and risk being exposed to the cold any longer, you made your move. Diving into the crowd, carefully trailing the woman with the red handbag, in which you knew her matching red wallet was uncaringly stuffed into, after her last purchase.

 

 

It was nearly too easy, as she stopped again, leaning forward to inspect the goods more closely, making her bag move backwards and an even simpler target for you. She didn’t even notice, how close you’d gotten, let alone when your hand had slipped into her bag, swiftly removing her wallet. As quickly as you could you opened it and removed the money, stuffing it into your coat’s pocket, before putting her wallet back into the handbag.

 

 

To prevent making anyone suspicious, you too leaned over the goods for a few seconds, as if you were inspecting them as well. Next you politely smiled at the vendor and then moved away, slithering through the mass of people. Escaping. Or so you thought.

 

 

You hadn’t even reached the spot from where you had kept watch, when someone rather rudely crashed into you from behind, grabbing your arm. Exasperated at their behaviour you tried to twist around, though it was in vain, with the iron clad grip they had on you, so you just struggled, cursing under your breath, “What the fuck…let me go! This instant!”

 

 

Whoever was behind you, only tightened their grip further, chuckling lowly, “Oh I don’t think so, hon.”

 

 

Still struggling in the hold, you slightly panicked because the man really didn’t let go at all, hissing you threatened him, “Let go you arsehole, or I’ll scream! Then you have to explain yourself to the fucking police!!”

 

 

He didn’t have any difficulty keeping his hold on you, despite you trying to wrestle yourself free. Suddenly he was even closer, sturdy body pressed against yours, as his warm breath tickled your ear, “Aww is that an invitation? Because as a matter of fact, I am the police.”

 

 

You ceased your fighting instantly. Shit. Now you really panicked. What would he do? He most certainly had caught you redhandedly. Your body couldn’t decide if it was overheating or ice cold, switching between the two sensations as if your panicked state wasn’t enough to deal with already.

 

 

“Mmmh, not so feisty anymore, are we now, you little thief?”

 

 

Crap his deep voice and mocking manner, made heated waves roll through your body, apparently it had settled on confused arousal, you cursed quietly.

 

 

“What was that? Cursing at a police officer is just as a serious offense as stealing, you know.”

 

 

You didn’t know what to do, you just went slack in his hold, submitting to the muscled man behind you.

 

 

“That’s what I thought,” he taunted you further.

 

 

At last he set into motion, taking you with him, gliding through the crowd and further to a police car parked in an alley. Only once he’d pushed you into the backseat, slamming the door shut, reality hit you again.

 

 

You had been caught. Now sitting in a police car, probably soon on the way to the nearest precinct. You didn’t even know what would happen next. Could they throw you in prison for this? Would there be a hearing? Damn it, you never had to think about the consequences before…

 

 

The front door opened and he entered, distracting you for a second, as your eyes roved over his form. Great, not only did he have an alluring voice, he also had to be extremely attractive. His clear blue eyes met yours, grinning in triumph, “You have any idea, how much trouble you’ve caused us?”

 

 

You didn’t know what made you so bold, as you cheekily replied, “I’m terribly sorry officer, but I just can’t help myself. Always been a trouble maker.”

 

 

He buckled his seat belt, turning to the front again, shaking his head, mumbling, “Bet you are.”

 

 

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As you finally arrived at the precinct, it was dark outside. Apparently he hadn’t driven to the nearest one. He opened the back door of the car once more. Immediately steel grip on you, pinning your arms uncomfortably behind your back, as he manoeuvred you to the door leading into the police station.

 

 

It was eerily quiet inside. You didn’t see anyone, as you turned your head left and right.

 

 

Then another officer came into view.

 

 

“Ah hey there, Marshall! Finally, was just about to leave.”

 

“Bennet, you know you can’t leave, if no one’s here, right?”, Marshall answered, clearly annoyed by that Bennet guy.

 

 

“Yeah, yeah I know. Sooo, whose that?”, Bennet nodded to you.

 

 

“None of your business. Just go home.”

 

 

Bennet quickly shuffled out of the way, as Marshall and you passed him. You two went around a corner, away from the desks through a never ending corridor. Glaringly white light beaming down on you, making your eyes burn after the prolonged darkness in the car.

 

 

The station was bigger than you thought it’d be, as you turned another corner. Though here he finally stopped, in front of a small cell. You heard the jiggling of the keys, then he unlocked the door, letting go of you and pushing you inside as he entered as well.

 

 

You turned around, suppressing a shiver when he crossed his arms, towering over you.

 

 

“Come here.”

 

 

You ignored his command, shaking your head.

 

 

He sighed, approaching you,” Hon, this is standard procedure. I’ve got to pet you down, make sure you’ve got nothing dangerous on you.”

 

 

You froze, when your back hit the wall. You weren’t afraid. Actually quite the opposite, you were exited at the prospect of this gorgeous man petting you down. Letting his big hands glide up and down your body.

But you were determined to not let, him, know that. And you were convinced if he came any closer he’d know.

 

 

But you were trapped. He came to a stop in front of you. Concerned he’d furrowed his dark brows, “May I?”

 

 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

 

 

You’d let him do anything, if he looked at you like that. Not trusting your voice you nodded.

 

 

He squatted down, warm hands settling on your calves, slowly moving up. Your eyes widened when you saw the burning desire you felt, mirrored in his ocean ones.

 

 

Not able to conceal your excitement, you automatically widened you stance, as his hands moved beyond your knees. Thumbs stroking over your inner thighs teasingly, making you pant loudly.

 

 

His amusement was crystal clear with the way he smirked up at you, “Already getting exited, you little thief?”

 

 

You whimpered pathetically as his right hand was now dangerously close to your pulsing centre. Closing your eyes in anticipation, your breath hitched in surprise, when he’d suddenly stood up. Bearded face in front of yours, making your eyes fly open again.

 

 

He cupped your chin, tilting your head back a little, whispering, “Are you sure, you want this?”

 

 

“Yes,” you breathed back.

 

 

“I need you to be absolutely sure you want this just as much as I want this.” Blue eyes serious and flitting between yours.

 

 

You were touched by his gentleness, and quite relieved he made sure, you were on board with this. To wipe any doubts from his mind, you pressed your lips against his. Starting to kiss him fiercely.

 

 

He was a bit taken aback by your initiative, but only for a second, before he moved against your soft lips. His pink tongue begging for entrance, which you immediately granted. Deepening the kiss. When you pulled away, both of you panted, taking in the much needed oxygen.

 

 

He’d leaned his forehand against yours, growling softly when your swift fingers started to unbuckle his belt. Not able to hold back, you let them slide into his boxers, gasping when you felt how big he was. You couldn’t even close your hand around his shaft, though you began pumping him anyway, making his hips buck forward.

 

 

“Fu-uck, you’re really good with your hands aren’t you, hon?”

 

 

“What can I say, if I see something I like, I need to have it, Mr. Marshall.”

 

 

All the while your hand had moved back and forth on his hard rod, freeing him, as you’d pushed his pants and boxers down to his meaty thighs. It made him grunt loudly. His hands curling around your hips, then advancing toward the fly of your jeans, pulling your sipper down.

 

 

“Let’s see how wet you are for me, honey.”

 

 

And sure enough two long fingers dipped into your panties, feeling around your dripping walls, until he found your wet centre and plunged into your pussy.

 

 

Moaning wantonly you nearly let go of his cock, when his perfect fingers curled and pressed into your sweet spot.

 

“Argh, yeah right there.”

 

 

“Thought so, you’re clenching around me like crazy. Can’t wait to feel your tight, little snatch around my cock.”

 

 

You tried to reciprocate, moving your hand up and down, but it was impossible with the way his fingers sped up, carefully scissoring you open.

 

 

But he didn’t seem to care, enjoying how loud he could make you moan for him. As he pulled his fingers out, you mewled, unhappy at the sudden emptiness.

 

 

He cooed,” Aww darling don’t worry you’ll feel full again in a second.”

 

 

With that he pulled down your jeans and panties, only than noticing that he couldn’t remove them completely, because of your boots. Huffing annoyed, he didn’t even wait to pull off the boots. Instead he hauled you onto the small bed in the corner, lifting your legs and pushing your ankles down beside your head.

 

 

The new position had exposed you so entirely that you whimpered in embarrassment. He didn’t care though, burning gaze fixed on our soaking wet pussy, unconsciously liking over his lips, at the mouth-watering sight of you spread out, below him.

 

 

He quickly reached for his painfully throbbing cock, wanting nothing more than to bury it in your tight cavern. He rubbed the head between your sopping folds, collecting your juices to make the entrance smoother.

 

 

“You ready?”

 

 

Your nod was all he needed, as he began pushing against your hole. Slowly spreading you around his fat cockhead, before pushing further and further inside. Your breathing was shallow, as the monstrosity entered you.

 

 

“So biiig…”

 

 

He had the audacity to laugh, “Well hon, you said you needed to have the things you liked. And I’m simply giving them to you, aren’t I?”

 

 

Just then he finally bottomed out, making you whimper and him moan lowly.

His large firm hands rested on your calves, making sure they and you would stay in the position he’d put you in. Panting he smiled down at you, “So pretty for me. Have to start moving, your cunt is to fucking tight.”

 

 

Blazing blue eyes focused on your slit engulfing his cock, as he agonizingly slow moved back. He grunted when he pushed his hips forward, forcing his entire length back inside. Stretching your cunt, filling your body thoroughly once more.

 

 

“Quicker. Please M-Mr. Marshall, need more…”

 

 

He groaned, “Such a needy thing. But I expected nothing less off a little thief.”

 

 

You wanted to curse at him, but all that left you was another mewl, as he continued his slow, slow pace.

 

 

“Maybe if you beg again, honey. But this time, address me as Walter. After all I’m not your boss.”

 

 

Fully sheathed inside you, it was extremely hard to string together any sentence, but you tired your best, as you needed him to pick up his pace.

 

 

“Pl-please Walter… quicker, harder. Fuck me as hard as you can…please.”

 

 

“What a dangerous thing to say, honey. But your wish is my command,” he winked at you.

 

 

Walter finally pulled back, delivering a hard and heavy thrust, making you cry out, at the shocking wave of pleasure wracking your body.

 

 

Your fingers dug into the mattress, holding on for dear life, as he began hammering away. Rutting into you so violently, he smacked against your clit with ever thrust. Pulling a blinding, toe-curling orgasm from you.

 

 

He’d stopped moving for a bit, grinding his hips into yours, prolonging your orgasm. Walter made a low guttural sound, before picking up his pace once more.

 

 

Yelping as he ploughed away at your weeping pussy, he kept your legs pressed against your chest.

 

 

“Not nearly done with you yet, honey,” he panted.

 

 

One moan after the other was pulled from your lungs as your poor cunt didn’t have any time to recover and was just thrown into immediate pleasure again, as his massive cock made its way in and out of your body.

 

 

“Hnnm…pl-please. Wa-alter,” you squeaked.

 

 

 

Walter growled and picked up the pace even more. He pulled out completely, before driving home with every single thrust.

 

 

“Cl-close. I’m so close, honey.”

 

 

He kept slamming into your body, as you egged him on, “Yeah… please fill me up, Walter!!”

 

 

That’s what tipped him over the edge, taking you with him as your second orgasm was pulled from your exhausted body, feeling his seed entering you. Cock pulsing inside you, as a last deep moan left his lips.

 

 

Then he stilled, locking eyes with you, “Fuck… that was amazing, hon.”

 

 

Blinking up at him, you smiled, sighing when he slipped out, warm dripples of his and your residue running down. Walter let go of your legs. Wanting to protest as he pulled your panties and jeans back up, even though you were still dripping his cum.

 

 

He hushed you, “Ah, ah, ah. A little punishment is due don’t you think? Keeping my seed inside till you’re home is the least you could do, when I let you off with a warning, isn’t it, you little thief?”

 

 

You nodded, smirking at his decision, while he buckled his belt.

Then he added,” Though you obviously have to give me the money.”

 

 

Damn it, you had hoped he’d forgotten about that. But his outstretched hand said otherwise, so you pulled the money from your coat pocked and handed it over disgruntledly.

 

 

“That’s a good girl. Thank you,” he teased as he put it into his back pocket.

 

 

He turned around, opening the cell and letting you out, leading you back through the corridor you had come from with his hand touching your lower back.

 

 

When you arrived at the front room of the precinct it was completely deserted. He surprised you with the searing kiss he bestowed upon your lips.

When Walter pulled back, his blue eyes seemed to sparkle, “I really enjoyed that. All of it. Maybe next time, you’ll be here, it’s not because you committed a crime, yeah?”

 

 

“Can’t make any promises, but I’m sure our paths will cross again.”

 

 

Then you slipped out the door, vanishing into the night, but not without releasing a gleeful laugh as your fist closed around the money in victory.

 

Unbeknownst to Walter, you had stolen it right back during the kiss.

 

 

The minute you were gone he had noticed the missing money, roaring, “Fuck! You little minx! Get back here!!” Running out the door himself.

 

 

Walter could have sworn he heard you giggle in the distance, as he set out to chase after you.

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[lambsgod]

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫: fems 21+ 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡: ( x ) nomi and cristal from s.howgirls (1995), pretty much just a more seasoned dancer putting one of the new girls through the ringer. 𝔴𝔥𝔬: buffy bloom, she/her, 26, bisexual, switch (dominant preference), burlesque dancer/adult film star pinterest

"ya' see?" french tipped nails just barely grazed against perfumed flesh as her hand caressed the side of their throat, faces so close together that they were both enveloped in a cinnamon scented cloud of buffy's warm breath. they were practically in a trance by the time her hand curled in a possessive hold that mimicked the firmness of her other clutching the back of their head, lulled by her low, sultry southern drawl and suggestive touch. "you are a w.hore..."

[anomaliahh]

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Il "nuovo" sole, avvolto con estrema cura attorno al tronco dell'albero, veniva mosso appena dalla dolce brezza di quel luogo mentre il sole, quello vero, ti riscaldava le guance. Da qualche giorno era diventata una tua routine osservare quel finto sole da lontano, quasi avessi paura di scottarti, ma con lo sguardo più curioso di una bambina. Una parte di te avrebbe voluto avvicinarsi, scoprire tutti i segreti che si celavano dietro quel grande albero, trovare risposta alle tue infinite domande ma un'altra parte di te aveva paura. Paura che avvicinandoti potessi distruggere per sempre la magia che emanava quel luogo. Ti sentivi quasi un'estranea lì, benché quell'universo fosse la tua casa da tempo. Avevi paura che, come Eva, avvicinandoti troppo a quelle mele proibite avresti potuto essere punita duramente dai due guardiani che le sorvegliavano ma, come ella, ti sentivi profondamente tentata ogni giorno di più. Ti chiedevi il motivo di proteggere quei frutti, il perché di quel sole e come fossero realmente quei due guardiani che non si separavano mai dall'albero.

Ogni volta esaminavi anche loro in quel lasso di tempo che ti prendevi per curiosare. Non ti stancavi mai, volevi cogliere ogni piccolo dettaglio.

Inizialmente avresti giurato che quei due scheletri fossero acerrimi rivali, essendo uno l'opposto dell'altro e possedendo due parti diverse del grande albero. Con il passare del tempo invece ti rendesti conto che sì, erano i reciproci opposti, ma anche che uno non poteva stare senza l'altro. Fra loro vi era un legame profondo che riuscivi a stento a comprendere, qualcosa di raro e magico, proprio come l'albero stesso. Era come se fossero le due metà opposte di uno stesso filo: all'apparenza così lontane ma indispensabili l'una per l'altra. Se quel filo venisse tagliato a metà si verrebbero a creare altre due parti completamente differenti e nessuna delle due originali sarebbe più la stessa.

Anche questo loro legame quasi inspiegabile ti incuriosiva, avresti voluto saperne di più, ma dovevi accontentarti di quello che vedevi quando ti isolavi dal resto del mondo. Per certo sapevi che ad uno, più allegro e dai colori vivaci, era affidata la parte dell'albero con le mele dorate mentre all'altro, più pacato e dai colori cupi, quella con le mele nere. Nient'altro, non sapevi neanche i loro nomi.

A proposito di quest'ultimo potesti notare anche che, a discapito del suo aspetto meno rassicurante, non era cattivo. Provava lo stesso amore fraterno che il guardiano delle mele dorate provava per lui, solo che a volte lo dimostrava meno, ma era evidente. Era evidente quando, in un giorno di forte pioggia, lo vedesti togliere quel prezioso sole dal tronco dell'albero per coprire il fratello, quasi a volerlo riscaldare, come farebbe la luce del vero sole. Era evidente quando decise di non coprirsi anche lui con quell'unico pezzo di stoffa per non togliere spazio all'altro, rimanendo così alla merché della pioggia battente e del freddo. Era evidente nelle parole che gli sussurrò per tranquillizzarlo, che tu non potesti sentire, ma nelle quali c'era tutta la cura di un fratello maggiore.

Parole che il guardiano delle mele dorate non avrebbe mai dimenticato, neanche quando, inaspettatamente, il loro filo cominciò a farsi sempre più sottile, fino a spezzarsi.

Stavi osservando quel grande e misterioso albero come tuo solito, quel giorno splendeva di nuovo il sole. Un particolare non indifferente ti saltò subito all'occhio: non c'era nessuno. Nessuno dei due guardiani era a proteggere i frutti dell'albero e la cosa ti sembrò piuttosto strana, non era mai successo. Eri arrivata da poco e non sapevi cosa fosse successo o dove fossero andati i due fratelli, ma a vedere l'albero così incustodito, un'idea ti balenò in testa. Un'idea che avevi da tempo ma che avevi troppa paura per poter realizzare davvero: avvicinarti all'albero, a quel luogo che tanto bramavi e sul quale ti facevi un sacco di domande. L'opportunità che ti si presentava davanti avrebbe potuto essere l'unica del suo genere e dovevi decidere cosa fare in fretta, i due scheletri sarebbero potuti tornare da un momento all'altro. Potresti non vedere più l'albero senza guardiani per il resto della tua vita, lasciandoti con il rimorso di non averci provato. È vero anche però che se i due fossero tornati proprio quando tu eri là sicuramente non l'avresti passata liscia. Ancora una volta quindi non sapevi cosa fare, eri divisa in due, ma avevi deciso che questa volta avresti fatto una scelta, una volta per tutte.

¹ Dopo aver rimuginato abbastanza sul da farsi la dasti vinta alla paura. Non volevi rischiare di essere scoperta da i due guardiani a curiosare, non sapevi come avrebbero potuto prenderla o cosa ti avrebbero fatto nel caso e decidesti che non ne valeva la pena.

² Dopo aver rimuginato abbastanza sul da farsi la dasti vinta alla curiosità. Decidesti di farti coraggio, per una volta, e di cogliere al volo quell'opportunità irripetibile. Volevi andare a fondo della questione e quella era l'occasione giusta per farlo, nonostante i rischi e le possibili conseguenze. Le tue domande avevano bisogno di risposte.

     ───── ⊱ 𝐟𝐚𝐢 𝐥𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐚 ⊰ ─────

[perfectlyrose]

Happy Holidays Y’all! :D This is the masterlist of the fics I’ve written for 31 Days of Ficmas 2017.

Links are to the tumblr post. Everything can also be found at this tag and in this AO3 series

a story of hope -  The Doctor meets a stranger fighting her own battles in the middle of a crowded market. They find a bit of hope in each other. [Eight x Rose, Doctor Who, 798 words, all ages] [prompt: hope]

magical & cold -  Clara takes Bill ice skating. [Clara Oswald x Bill Potts, Doctor Who, 214 words, all ages] [prompt: skating]

keeping warm -  Rose wants hot chocolate on a chilly day at an alien market but there are other ways to keep warm as well. [Nine x Rose x Jack, Doctor Who, 260 words, teen] [prompt: hot chocolate]

later on, we’ll conspire -  Rose and the Doctor are at a party for their anniversary and enjoy the ginger-spiked drinks available. [Fem!Ten x Rose, Doctor Who, 347 words, teen] [prompt: ginger]

on the (mis)use of a candy cane -  Hannah decides that Hardy needs to take a break. [Hannah Baxter x Alec Hardy, SDoaCG/Broadchurch crossover, 262 words, teen] [prompt: candy cane]

moments in the sun -  Even a pair of master assassins need lazy, sunlit mornings in bed sometimes. [Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff, Marvel, 336 words, all ages] [prompt: bells]

wrong number, right person -  Complete accident brings Rose and John into each other’s lives by way of a misdialed phone number but as they form a friendship that could bloom into love, it almost seems more like fate. [Ten x Rose, Doctor Who, AU, 4264 words, all ages] [prompt: ring]

sweet as sugar -  Rose does some holiday baking in preparation for a party at Clara’s. [Eleven x Rose, Doctor Who, 192 words, all ages] [prompt: snowflake]

merry and bright -  Rose and Clara start decorating their Christmas tree. [Clara x Rose, Doctor Who, AU, 159 words, all ages] [prompt: lights]

bringing peace -  Rose and the Doctor cuddle up together after a long few days. [Fem!Nine x Rose, Doctor Who, 262 words, all ages] [prompt: peace]

mistletoe kisses -  Bill gets a push from a friend and a pinch of fate at a Christmas party to finally take the next step with Heather. [Bill x Heather, Doctor Who, 345 words, all ages] [prompt: mistletoe]

dinner for two -  A few days into their stay on Darillium, the Doctor provides a candlelit dinner on the terrace. [Twelve x River, Doctor Who, 291 words, all ages] [prompt: candles]

to the victor go the spoils -  Danny is ambushed but this is a fight he really doesn’t mind losing. [Danny x Clara, Doctor Who, 200 words, all ages] [prompt: snowball fight]

pillow talk -  The Doctor and Rose have a sleepy morning conversation. [Tentoo x Rose, Doctor Who, 224 words, all ages] [prompt: family]

Mrs. & Mrs. Claus -  Amy pulls out an old costume and pops the question a little earlier than she planned. [Amy x Rose, Doctor Who, 280 words, all ages] [prompt: Santa and/or elves]

a sleigh ride together with you -  Giac and Fanny get ready for a sleigh ride. [Casanova x Fanny, Casanova/Mansfield Park crossover, 348 words, all ages] [prompt: mittens]

the waiting is the hardest part -  Overlapping separate missions keep Jyn and Cassian apart for longer than they would prefer and Jyn hates waiting. [Cassian x Jyn, Rogue One, 720 words, all ages] [prompt: joyous]

fashionably late -  John and Clara promised Rose they’d be at the opening of the latest gallery show she was managing but they are running late.Or, so they think. [Ten x Rose x Clara, Doctor Who, 505 words, all ages] [prompt: tree]

edible gingerbread and other variations -  Parker’s excitement for Christmas is less than contagious but she drags the boys along for the ride anyways. [Eliot x Parker x Hardison, Leverage, 269 words, all ages] [prompt: holiday baking]

all in the timing -  Another day in the life of Clara and Jenny: Space Girlfriends, featuring a bit of trouble, a lot of running, and also some well timed kissing. [Clara x Jenny, Doctor Who, 253 words, all ages] [prompt: rosy cheeks]

here we come a-caroling -  The Doctor has put his sign about carolers on the TARDIS door. Clara decides to test it out. [Twelve x Clara, Doctor Who, 303 words, all ages] [prompt: holiday music]

a kiss away from reality -  They’ve reached the natural end of their date but neither Nomi nor Amanita are ready to say goodnight - at least not without a kiss. [Nomi x Amanita, Sense8, 204 words, all ages] [prompt: shiver]

feast -  The Doctor pulls Rose away from a celebratory banquet for a more private feast. [Twelve x Rose, Doctor Who, 239 words, mature/NSFW] [prompt: feast]

your love to keep me warm -  Rose and the Doctor enjoy a warm, lazy morning in bed. [Fem!Eight x Rose, Doctor Who, 239 words, all ages] [prompt: love]

gifts from the heart -  The Doctor has a gift for Rose but he is a bit nervous to give it to her. [Six x Rose, Doctor Who, 622 words, all ages] [prompt: presents]

playing with fire -  He could imagine the picture they made, her pale thighs framing his arse and her hands decorating his tanned back and it made him groan. [Nine x Rose, Doctor Who, 411 words, Explicit/NSFW] [prompt: fire]

everlasting cold -  The first snowfall of the winter never bodes well for Diana’s sleep. [WonderTrev, Wonder Woman, 536 words, all ages] [prompt: ice]

winter wonderland -  Charley decides that it is time for a bit of winter fun and the Doctor agrees. [Eight x Charley, Doctor Who, 536 words, all ages] [prompt: sledding]

home is in your arms -  Jean-François is coming home after a few weeks away from work and Betty meets him at the train station wearing a familiar scarf. [Mercier x Betty, Spies of Warsaw/A Passionate Woman crossover, 226 words, all ages] [prompt: scarf]

could be worse (could be here without you) -  Phryne and Jack are locked in and waiting for their rescue. [Phryne x Jack, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, 288 words, all ages] [prompt: cozy]

familiar & new -  Rose and the Doctor talk over the Doctor’s latest regeneration and get a bit sidetracked in the process. [Thirteen x Rose, Doctor Who, 712 words, all ages] [prompt: new beginnings]

[changenameno]

Wild Ride PART 3

(Complete, links to the first and second part, down below)

Summary: You’ve arrived at the wedding, with three rather frustrated guys, what to do? - “I’m sure you’ll make it up to us later, won’t you darling?”

– Well it’s later now...

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader, Sy x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: 18+, cursing, size kink, ‘voyeurism’, foursome, vaginal fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, praise-kink, lots of manhandling (because they are all brutes), fluffy ending, MDNI

Word count: 3.5 K

A/N: Well what can I say, I just couldn’t torture the guys like that, so they’ll finally get some relieve in this part… It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you❤️✨ ENJOY !



! Neither Nomis, nor Walter Marshall, Syverson or August Walker are my creation!

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(In case you’ve missed PART 1 or PART 2)

PART 3

The remaining car ride flew by, like nothing. At least for you, satisfied and a little drowsy. The guys on the other hand, couldn’t await the arrival.

Unfortunately for them the traffic had been slow, so you were running a little late.

Meaning there was no time to unpack or go up into the hotel room. Instead you were ushered along, by a nervous looking bridesmaid.

During the ceremony you four stood in the back, because the seats were filled already. Once the first dance of the married couple took place, it was way past noon.

You tried ignoring the heated glares you received from the three gentleman. When you were dancing with Walter, there was suddenly a tap on your shoulder, so you turned around. August’s sly smile greeting you as he held out a hand, “May I have this next dance?”

Knowing he was up to no good, you hesitated but nodded slowly. With more grace than you thought him capable off, August started to glide over the dance-floor, with you secure in his arms. Swaying this way and that. You were nearly a little disappointed when the song ended and he hadn’t made ‘the’ move.

But just before you reached the buffet, a hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back against a sturdy body, “Suite 222, in fifteen. Don’t be late. Think you kept us waitin’ long enough, Sugar’.”

Shockingly Sy’s raspy voice was enough to get your panties wet again.

He didn’t wait for an answer, simply went around the buffet to the doorway, where August and Walter were waiting. Mouth gaping you watched as the three guys retreated. Walter gave you a last reassuring look over his shoulder then winked teasingly, before he was gone as well.

Good God, what’ve you gotten yourself into?

 

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 Because you didn’t want to wait one more damned second, you went to the front desk after only ten minutes. “Excuse me, erm. Could I get the elevator key to suite 222?”

The bespectacled woman behind the desk, gave you a once over then asked, “Mrs. Walker I presume?”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, to prevent the snarky remark from leaving your lips. That annoying mother*cker had dared…

But then a gleeful smile curled your lips upwards, as you thought about Walter’s reaction, when you’d tell him later, what August had done.

Trying to keep your voice as casual as possible you answered,” Yeah that’s me. Mrs. Walker.”

She simply reached inside a drawer and handed you a small golden key, you thanked her and made your way over to the elevator, getting inside.

You had to hand it to August though, he was classy. Just the elevator looked extremely expensive already, with gold and white marble. There was only one button you could press with a small keyhole besides it. Putting the key in and turning it, made the doors glide shut, then you pressed the button and the elevator began to ascend.

 

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The elevator dinged and the doors opened, making your presents known to the three waiting men.

You took a few steps into the spacious room. There to your right, stood Sy. He was only wearing his dress pants, showing off his deliciously muscled and hairy chest. Sparkling blue eyes taking in your every movement, as you slowly stepped out of your heels.

Nearby there were two chairs, deliberately positioned diagonally to a bed. Not just any bed, there behind him was the largest one you’d ever seen, dark wooden frames in stark contrast to the snow white sheets on top.

At first, giddy as you were, you didn’t see the other two entering the suite. As more pressing urges overtook you for a second, sprinting to the bed and jumping backwards onto the soft mattress, bouncing slightly, giggling all the while.

As you sat up, August leaned against a sideboard arms crossed, a soft smile grazing his lips. His white dress shirt unbuttoned.

The mattress dipping, made you look away, to your right. Walter, only clad in his boxer shorts, had sat down next to you, an even softer expression on his face,” You know I love you, right?”

“Of course. By the way, I happen to love you too, you know,” you murmured back, while crawling closer to him. He reached out and easily manoeuvred you to straddle his lap, “Mmmh I know. What I meant is…You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, alright? You can stop anytime, yeah?”

Thankful for Walter’s reassurance you nodded. “Yeah.” Then added a little louder, meaning to address the whole room, “So, how do you want me?” Biting your lip for good measure.

Sy’s answering growl followed suit, “Ohh fuck, you wanna kill us darlin’?”

You felt warmth soaring through your body when August’s demanding rasp sounded, “Come here.”

To Walter’s disappointment you slid off his lap, then you sauntered over to where August was leaning against the sideboard still. He straightened up as you came to a stop in front of him, towering over you, uncrossing his arms. Immediately jumping at the opportunity presented, you let your fingers touch his toned stomach.

Playfully skimming upwards to his broad shoulders, raising goosebumps as you went along. And then trying to strip him of his dress shirt. As he caught on, to what you were doing, he shrugged his shoulders back and pulled the offending fabric all the way off his body.

You wanted to admire his whole form, so you tried taking a step back, but you only succeeded in colliding with another large, naked chest. Tilting your head back, you were met with sparkling blue eyes once again, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?”

Shuddering, you felt trapped between those two impossibly wide bodies. Like a deer to be devoured by its predators. Though all this accomplished, was that your core tightened and your nipples began poking through the thin fabric of your dress. Body getting even more exited for what was to come.

“You know, I think we should make the dressing situation square. Someone’s terribly overdressed, no?”

Before you could answer, Sy’s huge paws landed on your shoulders, moving smoothly to the sipper of your dress. Pulling it down, exposing you to your lower back. Then he swiftly pulled it open wider and the sleeves down your arms. Your own hands assisting in taking off your dress completely, till it landed at your feet.

Both August and the captain were breathing heavily, eyes caressing every patch of your skin that lay bare. Using their stupefied state, you slipped from between their bodies and darted to your boyfriend on the bed, who had watched everything until now.

Walter pulled you closer, so you were sitting on your knees between his outstretched legs, while he was leaning against the headboard. “Who is overdressed now?”, you purred back August’s previous statement.

Both men shuffled over to the left side of the bed, nearly losing their footing in their hurry to undress. Swallowing thickly, your heart stopped for a second.

Because they had not, as you thought they would, just removed their pants. Oh no, they now stood to your left as naked as the day they were born.

“Fu-ucking hell…”

You didn’t know where to look first. They were both as enormously gifted down there as Walter. And just as achingly hard.

August had a thick vein pulsing, running from his crown all the way down, and you wanted nothing more than to follow it with your tongue. Up and up, until you could get to that pearly drop of precum. Unconsciously liking your lips.

Sy took the initiative and climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, his index finger beckoning you forward and towards him.

 

Though before you complied, you turned in Walter’s arms and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, making him groan into your mouth. It didn’t last very long, only a few moments then you escaped his embrace, again. You’d swear that you felt Walter’s frustrated growl, vibrate through your body, making your cunt pulse in response. Might be that you should stop, poking the bear.

Still you crawled to Sy, mouth salivating. Between his tree-trunk thighs, stood his massive, erect cock against his stomach. Twitching violently when you propped yourself up, on said thighs. Next you leaned up, planting your sweet lips against his.

His big hands gripped your waist, dragging you up his thighs and pressing your panty clad pussy directly to his raging hard-on. Mewling and trembling, you grasped his bearded chin tighter and rolled your hips.

Yet his hands stopped your movement instantly. You pulled your head back, unsure, “Don’t you want?”

“Oh if you knew how much I want. It’s just… I’m gonna blow right now, if you don’t stop. And I wanna do that somewhere else, okay sugar’?”

“O-okay.”

He smirked then let you down gently on the bed, you’d forgotten for a moment that next to you, there was a rather frustrated August awaiting his turn. He leaned onto the bed and grabbed your thighs, effortlessly though roughly pulling you to him. A whimper escaped your lips, at his rugged manhandling of you.

Like a hungry panther he crawled over your body and attacked your neck with bruising kisses. You opened your legs wider, so he could settle between them, searing lips wondering down to your black lacy bra.

Without removing his lips, his hands slithered behind your back, unceremoniously opening your bra then wrenching it off. Sitting up a little August’s dilated pupils landed on the most perfect set of tits he’d ever encountered.

Bending down once more, he whispered against your left nipple, “Breath-taking.” Then he encircled it with his hot tongue, making you bow your back at the sensation. He focused a while on your left side before he switched and gave your right tit the same treatment, only coming up to ask, “I need a real taste. May I, love?”

For a second your head was so foggy from the pleasure that you didn’t understand what he meant. But as soon as his callused hands skated down your stomach to the waistband of your panties, you knew. “Y-yes, please.”

The sinister glint in his sapphires, made you gush some more especially because he added huskily, “Such a good girl, begging already.”

Apparently patience running thin, behind you Walter snarled, sounding more animal than man, “Get on with it. Or do you need help?”

August ignored him, but moved further down, kneeling on the floor pulling you with him, so your legs were on either side of his head. Your panties were gone faster than a speeding bullet.

You couldn’t even concentrate on the man between your legs, because just then Sy and Walter scooted over and knelt by your head. Huge cocks bobbing.

Evidently Walter had removed his boxers some time ago when you weren’t paying attention. Now kneeling behind your head, holding his cock in hand, like a weapon, slowly moving up and down, penetrating gaze fixed on your wet, wet pussy.

The captain wasn’t fairing much better, holding his cock close to your face, though eyes focused on your slightly parted lips. When August’s wide tongue swiped through your folds a loud moan broke free from deep within you, and then three resounding grunts followed yours. He hummed against your centre, making your hips buck up, “Fuck, so wet. And you really do taste fantastic.”

You were only able to mewl in response as his nose brushed your clit and he began tongue fucking you in earnest. Fingers of your left hand digging into something hot, while you jerked in August’s hold. A somewhat anguished voice brought you back to reality, “Sugar’ you better let go, I still need that blood circulation there.”

In your delirium you’d accidently wrapped your hand around Sy’s boner a little too tightly, quickly retracting your hand and gripping the bedspread instead. And not a moment too soon, because August added one of his long fingers, suckling on your nub and you were done for. Your back bowing off the bed and letting out a loud cry as you came in his mouth.

He fingered you through your release, only then withdrawing, liking his lips clean, though his moustache was still shining with your juices.

 

Not even quite recovered from your intense orgasm, strong arms lifted you up, hurriedly positioning you on your hands and knees. The only warning your boyfriend gave you, before sliding his thick length in, being a thundered, “My turn!”

A pathetic whimper left your lips as he continued to push further into you, slick easing his way. “Ahhrg, so fucking tight, my love”, he breathed into your ear, hairy chest pressed onto your back.

The added weight suddenly making your arms give out, but he’d curled his biceps around your chest, preventing you from face-planting into the mattress. With a tilt of his hips, Walter shoved himself in to the hilt, which made you feel incredibly full. Incomprehensible noises leaving you.

 

Walter simply held you against him, letting you adjust to his cock, while whispering praises into your hair. “Such a good, good girl. Yeah that’s it, taking me so well.”

A few minutes passed where your walls finally grew accustomed to the fat rod sparing them open. Taking in a deep breath your eyes fixed onto August, who was still kneeling on the floor, then you glanced to your left at Sy, a wicked idea forming inside your head.

You leaned back into Walter which made him grunt and then you whispered, “I want both of them in my mouth.” He chuckled darkly, purposefully answering loud enough for them to hear, “Pretty sure they want your naughty little mouth on them as well.”

As if he’d put them under his spell, August and Sy were on their feet even before you could begin to feel embarrassed about what Walter had said. Two pairs of lust blown pupils landing on your naked form, moving south and lingering where Walter and you were now conjoined, tight pussy fluttering around his angry cock.

Without leaving your hot cavern, your boyfriend half pushed, half carried you to the edge of the mattress. The movement making you moan softly, aching for him to finally fuck you with intent.

When you didn’t immediately reach for the weeping cocks in front of you, Sy grew impatient and grabbed your hand, putting it around his. Beginning to move it up and down his length, until you found the perfect rhythm. Moan after moan leaving him.

Having such a hunk of a man standing there, falling apart because of you, made you feel incredibly powerful. “Yeah just like that, sugar’. Perfect!”

Walter let go of your upper body enough, so you could lean forward onto your unoccupied hand. Which you did, in reach of your mouth there was now August’s enormous member, standing as upright as ever.

Teasing was no longer an option, therefore you quickly got started with the task at hand, letting your tongue swipe up from his balls, along the delicious looking vein still pulsing rapidly under his skin. Obscenely smacking your lips together, over the swollen mushroom-like tip and tasting the first drops of his salty precum.

Becoming putty in your hands as well, he pressed out, “Fu-fuck, love, that tongue of yours…arrgh… Please don’t stop.”

You weren’t really good with multitasking but for them, you’d give it your best shot. Taking August’s cock in as far as it’d go without choking, while continuing to pump your hand on Sy’s in the same rhythm as before. Their freely flowing moans letting you know that they were enjoying it very much.

But you grew restless. Walter still hadn’t started moving and it made the annoyance and frustration within, flair high. More than just a little eager, you pushed back, hard. Hoping he’d get the hint.

He did. One big hand, held onto your hip, as he pulled out nearly all the way, before slamming back inside, fucking you forward and onto August. Choking and drooling a little, your desperate wails were muffled as August’s cock slipped a considerable bit more, down your throat. “Ahh, do that again, “ his husky voice demanded.

Walter needn’t be told that, he simply established a maddening rhythm right from the get go, the motion pushing you back and forth on their members.

Sy’s hand closed around yours, to ensure it’d stay where he needed it most. The suite was filled with choking sounds, grunts and muffled whimpers.

It didn’t take long, before the captain grunted, “Gonna, gonna come.”

To his surprise you let August slip out, pulled your left hand back and wrapped your mouth around Sy’s twitching, leaking cock. “Fuuuuck! Gonna fill you up…” With one last, long groan he came.

To prevent becoming overstimulated, the captain pulled free from your wanton mouth. You had tried swallowing every last drop, during which Walter relentlessly ploughed your sensitive and weeping pussy like a priced breeding bull.

Nevertheless you nearly succeeded, only a few drops of cum running down your chin, showing Sy your empty mouth on the next mewl Walter pulled from you.

Just three loud whimpers could be heard, before August had stuffed his sizable length back down your throat. “That’s better. Taking me so deep. Almost there��just a little more.” You swallowed around his cockhead, making him lose all inhibitions, snapping his hips forward every time Walter pulled you in the opposite direction.

True to his words, after a few more jerks August spilled his warmth down your throat, at least making the swallowing easier. When he’d softened, he went to sit down on one of the chairs near the bed, Sy already sitting on the other one. Both still mesmerized by the erotic sight in front of them, so they simply continued watching. Enjoying the show.

 

Walter didn’t waste any time, slinging both his beefy arms around you, positioning you upright on his knees, your legs on either side of his, so he could fuck upwards and into your quivering cunt. Bouncing you up and down on his lap, a sudden possessiveness overcame him, so he rasped out, “Who do you belong to?!”

Thoroughly fucked out, you somehow managed a last shout, “Be-belong to…you…WALTER!” Then you came with a violent spasm, pussy gushing around him, juices running down his balls.

He growled, yanking you even closer, coming with one last powerful trust, filling your stomach with even more seed. Beyond exhausted you went completely limp in his embrace, his beard tickling your ear, “You were perfect. Love you so much.”

With closed eyes you replied, addressing the whole room again, “Mmmh so were you.” Adding a, “Love you, too,” just for Walter though. He slowly lifted you off his softening cock, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple and laying you down onto your back with so much care you would have thought you’d be made of glass. When he cuddled into your side, someone asked, “May I?”

Reopening your eyes, there stood August next to the bed looking like a lost puppy, holding out a wet wipe. Before you could answer, your boyfriend took it and slowly began cleaning you between your legs. Making you shiver at the sudden coolness. Once he was finished, Sy stood from his chair and sauntered over, to throw the sullied wipe away.

When he returned, August still stood next to the bed, unsure how to proceed. The captain pulled on his arm and gestured to the pants lying on the floor, meaning to get him to dress. Fortunately you hadn’t dosed off just yet, so you caught the silent gesture.

Parroting back Sy’s previous words, though in a rather wobbly voice, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?” Smiling into your shoulder, Walter added, “This ain’t no hit and run. Come back to bed.”

Feeling out of his depth, August swallowed thickly, “Thought you’d want us to leave?”

You’d never seen them so unsure of themselves, which made them somehow even more endearing than they already were. You simply patted the bed murmuring, “Come you two. There is plenty of space here…”

Finally they made their way over to the huge bed and got in. After a bit of manoeuvring and shuffling around, you were all cuddled together rather comfortably.

Walter being the big spoon hugging you to his chest, August’s biceps acting as your pillow and Sy’s long arm slug over August, his hand resting on your naked hip. Because it was a warm day and you had three furnaces snuggled up to you, there was no need for a blanket, at all.

Completely content you sighed. There was only one thing left to say, cheeky smile curling your lips as you peered at the bewhiskered face in front of you, “Mrs. Walker, huh?”

There was grumbling behind you. Near inaudible because he’d buried his face into your neck, Walter sleepily slurred, “What’s thatmean?”

August had the audacity to look scandalized, swiftly pressing your face further into his biceps to muffle any other comment of yours, as he answered, “Erm, nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Instead of protesting you merely giggled into his arm. Making all three men lovingly smile at the sweet creature within their embrace.

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Wild Ride PART 2

(Complete, link to the first and third part, down below)

Summary:
Having to share a car with your friends Sy and August, you and Walter make do. They won’t catch on, to what you’re doing in the backseat, right?

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader (Sy and August)

Warnings: 18+, cursing, unsafe driving, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, finger-fucking, dirty talk, MDNI

Word count: 1.2 K

A/N: It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you, hope you enjoy!❤️✨

! Neither Nomis, nor Walter Marshall, Syverson or August Walker are my creation!

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(In case you’ve missed PART 1)

PART 2

 Leaning back as far as you could, you rested your head below Walter’s bearded chin, placing a soft kiss below. Now that you were pressed up to him that close, you felt a bulge forming against your ass. Grinning in triumph because he needed this just as much as you did.

Walter grunted lowly, as you purposely pushed back your rear, making his cock jump. “You little tease.” Then his large hand landed on your thigh once more, this time hoisting it up, over his knee. Spreading your legs, for better access.

Feeling his long fingers caressing your inner thigh, had you worked up already, suppressing a small whimper as they ascended. Inching closer and closer to your sullied panties. Finally he touched where you needed it most, beginning to stroke one finger up and down your still covered pussy.

That had you bite your lip in a desperate attempt to stay quiet, but you couldn’t stop the muffled mewl from slipping out anyway. Making you go rigid, fearfully staring at Sy and August. Thankfully they were still so caught up in their discussion, that they hadn’t heard you, not even glancing in your direction.

Walter whispered, “Darling, you’ve got to be quiet, unless you want to be watched.” Just the thought of being watched by your two best friends, had your cunt pulsing in excitement.

You didn’t see his face, but knew he’d be on board with this. One of the amazing qualities your boyfriend possessed, was, that he wasn’t jealous. Because he knew he’d nothing to worry about, you were his. And he was yours.

Another stroke, brought you back from your musings. Without warning he let his fingers slip below your panties, making the fabric stretch as he began moving them through your slick folds. Your eyes flew shut, arching your back. Head turned to the right, to muffle a moan against Walter’s neck.

“So needy and wet. All for me?” The best you could do was nod your head.

“Mmmh yeah, now that’s a good girl.”

Obviously he’d rather sink his cock into your tight, hot cavern but for now he had to make do with you clenching on his fingers. Maybe he’d even stretching you for later, so you could take him more easily.

Walter chuckled darkly, then he pushed two of his fingers inside, sliding them in to the last knuckle. That had you buck your hips forward, chasing the delicious feeling, body getting incredibly hot, and breaths coming faster. “That’s it. Gonna stretch your little pussy so wide, later my cock will slide right in.”

Tiny whimpers escaped you, just thinking about his massive cock that kept twitching against your ass. “Fuck yeah, please need- need more.”

He curled his fingers, stimulating the spongy area near the front, feeling you clench around them. Gasping, when he brushed his thumb over your clit, your hands dug into his meaty thighs. Tiny moans leaving you, not caring anymore if someone would hear. Only wanting your release.

Walter felt your walls tighten around his index and middle finger, he knew you were close, having been so pent up. So he doubled his effort, rubbing circles into your clit while moving in and out faster.

Because his movement was restricted, he grabbed and lifted the hem of your dress with the other then pulled your panties to the side.

Right then he’d hit something in your core, that had you surrender to him completely, spreading your legs even wider, so you could ride his fingers.

Earning a deep growl, that sounded nothing like him. But it didn’t really register in your mind, too lost in the pursuit of your orgasm.

Not even the loud squelching sound of Walter’s fingers entering your pussy over and over again, deterred you from your goal. Nearly bouncing up and down on his hand.

“Fu-uck, that’s so hot”, a male voice grunted.

Walter eased his ring finger in, spreading your weeping hole even more and letting your juices run down his hand. The tension within kept building the longer he trust into you. Then his strained voice sounded; “Wait! Before you cum, open your eyes.”

All thoughts left your lust addled brain, just wanting to be good for him, you did as you were told. Eyes snapping open, as your pussy convulsed around him.

Locking eyes with gleaming blue one’s through the rear mirror, before the force of your orgasm, made you close them again, falling over the edge whimpering, “Fuuu-ck!”

Your walls worked his fingers, still clenching down rhythmically. Panting heavily, you slowly came back down, from one of the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced. Thick fingers unhurriedly slipping out of your cunt.

Walter was just about to put them in his mouth, when a rough voice interjected, making your eyes fly open at once, “Wait I want a taste.”

Sy’s hand had shot out, holding onto your boyfriend’s wrist, gaze fixed on your uncovered pussy, licking his lips. “May I sugar’?” His equally lustful sapphires now on your face.

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head yes.

The captain promptly pulled Walter’s arm forward, closing his lips around his fingers.

Moaning as he tasted the first drops of your sweet nectar, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. Humming further as he cleaned them thoroughly with his tongue, clearly enjoying your juices.

Simply gawking at the erotic scene that played out in front of you, would’ve had you coming again if there had been any strength left in you.

Once Sy was finished, he winked at you, smacking his lips together, as if he’d just eaten the most delicious dessert.

Then another rumble sounded from the driver’s seat, “How does it taste?”

As you were slowly catching up with what was happening, you were a little mortified, at what you’d just done. You swiftly pulled your black panties back in place and your dress down.

Sy’s answer had you clenching some more though, “Fuckin’ fantastic. You should try it sometime.” The resounding groan from August, made you shiver with anticipation.

Walter’s hands held onto your hips, slotting your body perfectly against his broad chest, then he chuckled, “That was quite a show there. Pretty sure we enjoyed it just as much as you did, love.”

August growled, own knuckles having turned white from holding the steering wheel too tightly, “Agree to disagree.” He gestured down at his lap then at Sy’s, both trousers showing a telltale bulge.

Heat continuously shot through your body, not even getting a chance of cooling down, with all this sexual tension and in the guy’s case, sexual frustration, floating around.

Your boyfriend’s kind eyes twinkled at you, before uttering the next heat inducing sentence, “I’m sure you’ll make it up to us later, won’t you darling?”

PART 3

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Wild Ride PART 1

(Complete, link to the second part, ⬇️ down below)

Summary:
Having to share a car with your friends Sy and August, you and Walter make do. They won’t catch on, to what you’re doing in the backseat, right?

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader (Sy and August)

Warnings: 18+, cursing, unsafe driving, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, finger-fucking, dirty talk, MDNI (most of the Smut in the second part)

Word count: 1.2 K

A/N: Apparently I’m not able to fit a smutty fic in one chapter, so here we go with two parts, again. But at least it’s complete. Though it’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you, hope you enjoy!❤️✨



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PART 1


You weren’t really excited about this wedding. Not that you weren’t happy for the couple. You were.


But you hadn’t had a free weekend alone with Walter in forever, and just missed being close to him. Also very importantly: not having had sex with him, in so, so long either. Ergo being a bit sulky at the fact that you didn’t even get alone-time in the car.

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Walter had surprised you yesterday with the news: “ So you know how August has bought that new car?”

Not liking where this was going, you slowly turned to your boyfriend, who was sitting next to you on the couch, “Yes, why?”

“Well we were talking earlier. And came to the conclusion that it would make more sense to car share, as we, him and Sy have to go to the wedding…,” drawing out the end as he caught on to your irritated facial expression. “Erm, that’s alright, is it not?” he added unsure.

You sighed deeply, technically speaking it was a perfect solution. But you really wanted to have some fun with Walter. Knowing it’d take some time getting there, you’d hoped for at least a quicky, in some abandoned parking lot or something. Seeing as you couldn’t do anything now, because Faye had a friend over for the weekend.

“Well yeah, of course that’s alright,” straining to keep your disappointment out of your voice and failing miserably. Walter knew you to well, raising his brow sceptically,” Mhhm yeah riiight, and I’m Cinderella waiting for her first kiss.”

Making your sour face, light up instantly at the mental imagery that statement had created. He smiled softly at you in return, patiently waiting for your explanation. Giggling you admitted,” Okay fine, I’d kinda hoped you and I could have a little time to ourselves….you know?”

It was his turn to sigh, cursing,” Damn. If I’d known you’d be up for that, I wouldn’t have agreed to car share.”

“Oooh, but Mister Marshall, by now you should know with you, I’m always …up…for…that,” you winked teasingly at him.

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August had picked up Sy first, because his house lay on the way to yours. When he drove up the driveway, your face fell, as you saw the car. More specifically the completely loaded up car. He rolled down the window greeting you both. ”Morning you two, jump right in.” Sy grinned at you from the passenger seat, waving briefly.

Still gaping at the car, you shook your head, “You’ve got to be kidding, what is that?!” Walter didn’t look too keen either, as August supplied you with; “Ah yeah a friend of mine moved and I hadn’t had time to remove all the boxes yet.”

Irritated, Walter remarked, “All the boxes? August, the whole damn car is packed to the roof! You do realise that there’s only one seat not occupied?”

August smiled slyly then nodded; “Well yeah, but I thought you two love birds could share the seat.” And as if that ended the argument, he just rolled his window up again.

Annoyed you glared at your boyfriend; “I’m not getting into that car! We have to drive at least four hours!” Walter signed, shrugging his shoulders, “I know, but I believe we don’t have much of a choice here.”

Nearly growling you answered,” Oh, I’m so gonna kill him.” The detective simply opened the car door, getting in behind the driver’s seat, waiting for you. Seething you made your way over and into the car. Settling down between Walters thick thighs, as best as you could. If there was a moment to curse your boyfriend’s muscled physique, it was definitely now.

Quite literally feeling completely boxed in, you somehow managed to put a seatbelt on. August gleaming blue eyes landed on yours as he pulled out of the driveway. Looking you up and down, taking in your dark blue dress with small white flowers on it. “You look quite stunning, love.”

You on the other hand, were having none of that, “Oooh, don’t push it.”

Sy ever the gentle intermediary, “I have to agree though, you look stunnin’, sugar.”

You huffed in response, but had to admit that all three men looked dashing themselves in their dark blue tuxedos.

Walter snaked an arm around your waist and rested his other hand on his thigh. Not wanting to argue any further you remained silent, resigning yourself to your fate, being squeezed in for the next four hours.

By now you had sat in idle silence for at least half an hour, while the guys had talked about this and that.

Until Sy turned back, beaming at you,” And what’s that grumpy face all ‘bout? Can’t only be the seating.” Damn, you thought no one would notice, that you’d been grumpy since before they’d picked you up. But of course, Sy being your best friend for god knows how long, would notice.

Trying to lighten up, your lips curled into a soft smile, nonetheless lying through your teeth as you answered,” Nothing really. Just tired I guess.” He didn’t look convinced, but knew better than to push, simply turning back to the front.

Suddenly the arm around your midsection, pulled you even closer. Walter leaned down, lips touching your ear, whispering against it,” You know, you can be quite the brat, when you don’t get what you want.” Lightly shivering due to the lewdness of his comment. Heat spread through your body, breathing back just as softly,” Mmmh, well and whose fault is that?”

The resounding growl he let out, travelled all the way down to your panty-covered cunt, which immediately began quivering with want.

Felling his hot breath when he answered, “Looks like someone needs reminding, of who is in charge.” The hand that had been on his own thigh, slowly slid over to yours, inching up from your knee and under the hem of your dress. Already turned on but at the same time alarmed, you took hold of his hand, before it could travel up any further.

“Wait, wait, what if they see,” you gestured towards the front of the car, where Sy and August still chatted. At that Walter pulled back slightly, straitening up. Disappointment settled deep in your stomach. No, why would he stop?

But Walter had no intention of stopping, he just came up with a plan to distracted his two friends best he could. Mentioning the latest game. He knew that would have them quarrel for hours on end at times. And as always they started arguing right away.

Smiling up at your boyfriend you purred; “That worked like a charm.”

“Yeah. And now, where were we?”, his pupils blown wide, as he knew exactly what would follow.

 

 

PART 2

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Monthly Self-Rec: December Edition

Rounding up everything I’ve written in December as part of the monthly self rec project! If you’ve created something this month (doesn’t have to be fic!), write a post about it and we’ll celebrate with you!

make the season bright - Twelve x Rose, all ages, 1253 words

Rose has a surprise for the Doctor for Christmas that everyone is in on except him.

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31 Days of Ficmas:

a story of hope - Eight x Rose, Doctor Who, 798 words, all ages 

The Doctor meets a stranger fighting her own battles in the middle of a crowded market. They find a bit of hope in each other.

magical & cold -   Clara x Bill, all ages,  214 words

Clara takes Bill ice skating. 

keeping warm -  Nine x Rose x Jack, teen, 260 words

Rose wants hot chocolate on a chilly day at an alien market but there are other ways to keep warm as well.

later on, we’ll conspire -  Fem!Ten x Rose, teen, 347 words

Rose and the Doctor are at a party for their anniversary and enjoy the ginger-spiked drinks available.

on the (mis)use of a candy cane -  Hannah x Hardy, teen, 262 words

Hannah decides that Hardy needs to take a break. 

moments in the sun -  Clintasha, all ages, 336 words

Even a pair of master assassins need lazy, sunlit mornings in bed sometimes.

wrong number, right person -  Ten x Rose wrong number AU, all ages, 4264 words

Complete accident brings Rose and John into each other’s lives by way of a misdialed phone number but as they form a friendship that could bloom into love, it almost seems more like fate.

sweet as sugar -  Eleven x Rose, all ages, 192 words

Rose does some holiday baking in preparation for a party at Clara’s. 

merry and bright -  Clara x Rose, all ages, 159 words

Rose and Clara start decorating their Christmas tree. 

bringing peace -  Fem!Nine x Rose, all ages, 262 words

Rose and the Doctor cuddle up together after a long few days. 

mistletoe kisses -  Bill x Heather, all ages, 345 words

Bill gets a push from a friend and a pinch of fate at a Christmas party to finally take the next step with Heather. 

dinner for two -  Twelve x River, all ages, 291 words

A few days into their stay on Darillium, the Doctor provides a candlelit dinner on the terrace. 

to the victor go the spoils -  Danny x Clara, all ages, 200 words

Danny is ambushed but this is a fight he really doesn’t mind losing.

pillow talk -  Tentoo x Rose, all ages, 224 words

The Doctor and Rose have a sleepy morning conversation. 

Mrs. & Mrs. Claus -  Amy x Rose, all ages, 280 words

Amy pulls out an old costume and pops the question a little earlier than she planned. 

a sleigh ride together with you - Casanova x Fanny, all ages, 348 words

Giac and Fanny get ready for a sleigh ride. 

the waiting is the hardest part -  Cassian x Jyn, all ages, 720 words

Overlapping separate missions keep Jyn and Cassian apart for longer than they would prefer and Jyn hates waiting. 

fashionably late - Ten x Rose x Clara, all ages, 505 words

John and Clara promised Rose they’d be at the opening of the latest gallery show she was managing but they are running late.Or, so they think. 

edible gingerbread and other variations - Eliot x Parker x Hardison, all ages, 269 words 

Parker’s excitement for Christmas is less than contagious but she drags the boys along for the ride anyways.

all in the timing -  Clara x Jenny, all aged 253 words

Another day in the life of Clara and Jenny: Space Girlfriends, featuring a bit of trouble, a lot of running, and also some well timed kissing. 

here we come a-caroling -  Twelve x Clara, all ages, 303 words

The Doctor has put his sign about carolers on the TARDIS door. Clara decides to test it out. 

a kiss away from reality -  Nomi x Amanita, all ages, 204 words

They’ve reached the natural end of their date but neither Nomi nor Amanita are ready to say goodnight - at least not without a kiss.

feast - Twelve x Rose, NSFW, 239 words

The Doctor pulls Rose away from a celebratory banquet for a more private feast. 

your love to keep me warm - Fem!Eight x Rose, all ages, 239 words

Rose and the Doctor enjoy a warm, lazy morning in bed.

gifts from the heart - Six x Rose, all ages, 622 words

The Doctor has a gift for Rose but he is a bit nervous to give it to her.

playing with fire -  Nine x Rose, NSFW, 411 words

He could imagine the picture they made, her pale thighs framing his arse and her hands decorating his tanned back and it made him groan. 

everlasting cold - WonderTrev, all ages, 170 words 

The first snowfall of the winter never bodes well for Diana’s sleep. 

winter wonderland - Eight x Charley, all ages, 536 words

Charley decides that it is time for a bit of winter fun and the Doctor agrees. 

home is in your arms -  Mercier x Betty, all ages, 226 words

Jean-François is coming home after a few weeks away from work and Betty meets him at the train station wearing a familiar scarf. 

could be worse (could be here without you) - Phryne x Jack, all ages, 288 words

Phryne and Jack are locked in and waiting for their rescue. 

familiar & new - Thirteen x Rose, all ages, 712 words 

Rose and the Doctor talk over the Doctor’s latest regeneration and get a bit sidetracked in the process.

Writing Meme Responses: 2,058 words

Clara x Rose + Shakespeare Code AU

Mercier x Betty + superhero AU

Twelve x Rose + writers AU

Fem!Nine x Rose + fake married

Clara x Jenny + meeting at an amusement park

Ten x Rose + long distance relationship AU

Fem!Ten x Rose + locked in a closet

Fem!Ten x Rose + coffee shop AU

DW Inbox Buddies drabbles from earlier in the year: 4,503 words

Total word count for the month: 17,790

Total word count for the year: 140,979

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This hurts in the best way 🥺

Black Orchid

Nomi x black fem

You've been talking to Nomi for some months and really have deep feelings for her but you can't unshake this sense thats she's hiding something. The longer she wants to keep it away from you the bigger she tears your relationship apart. Will she save it or allow you both to fully disconnect from eachother?

Will include: angst, suggestive scenes, stalker activities, this was split into two parts since it was so long all together but thats basically all for this section. Kinda proofread but its not 100% perfect

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Alsoo!! Happy birthday to my wife <333 a thousand, million, trillion billion kisses!! 😘😘😘

She knows everything about you.

Yet sometimes, you sit and think at night. Slowly giving life to a trecherous fear that you didn't know much about Nomi herself.

She wanted to keep a few things confidential from you and you respected that but the excuses to leave for weeks, even fly over seas, and come back with a blind eye to your suppressed melancholy like nothing happened started to aggrivate you.

She couldn't have missed it, it was often hid lazily behind your polite guise when she greeted your baby. All you could do was worry and painfully ache at the thought of her going again, leaving you to keep reassuring your one year old daughter that nomi had places to be.

Sometimes you would try to pry but the way she effortlessly ushered you into another topic was astounding. Nomi undoubtedly had a shit ton of secrets and you had to confront her about them if she wanted to love and be around you as someone more than a good friend..

"I hope when you get older, you're able to tell me anything." You stroked your daughters small curls as she gnawed on her fist, she garbled incoherent sounds but her doe eyes were glued to you like she was partially listening.

Laosa was your world, your hearts capacity, your biggest reason to breathe everyday. You'd do anything for her well being and if you had to cut some certain people off, so be it.

"Ghhh.. grrrhh.." she flailed her arms and twisted back and forth as you furrowed your brows and held her hips, "What's up, hm?"

"Muh mii.." she looked at the front door and leaned against the back of your thighs while gnawing on her fist again.

"Are you saying mommy?" You smiled, fingers gliding across her stomach as she giggled aloud. Screaming in the midst while she squirmed and you eventually stopped to let laosa lay against your chest as you focused back on your movie.

You knew Laosa wasn't going to nap unless you continued rubbing her back so while you both shared a night alone in your cozy apartment, no disturbments.

A sudden knock had came. In the wee hours of the night.

You snapped your head to the door, feeling an exhausted anger draw out with your deep exhale.

"Who in the world could be at my damn door this late." You looked at your baby and carefully took her in your arms, hand coming over her ear so it could muffle your strides and anything else that could potentially wake her up. You reached the front door and squinted in the peep hole.

Feeling an eminent shock halt everything in your body like a hiccup. Nomi leaned against the wall opposite from your apartment door in a long trenchcoat. Seemingly in deep thought as she remained still and waiting.

Normally she came with a notice and during the daytime but for her to show up like this with nothing but a bag on her person was strange.

"The hell.." you mumbled, but her eyes drifted up from their initial spot on the ground, darting to the very bottom of your apartment door as she momentarily pinched her eyebrows together. Could she hear you?

".... might as well." You sighed and situated laosa on your hip as you went to open the door. Nomi's figure straightened up as the locks began moving and then the door cracked, revealing you.

She smiled faintly, mouth parting to say.

"Hey."

"Hey?" You whispered in confusion as she pushed herself off the wall and approached you just before the threshold.

"Um," she sighed shaking her head. "I should have texted you but my phone got broken during this accident so..." you furrowed your brows.

"What'd you get yourself into now." Your eyes trail up her figure as she chuckled but nothing in the world seemed funny at this moment.

"Car crash actually." You gasped softly, door widening as she glanced at the interior of your home just wanting fall inside for a good night, she returned her tired gaze to you.

"A-are you hurt?"

"Shoulder's a bit sore but I'm fine really." She assured in coaxing deep tone, making you both blend into a silence of distant cars and quiet crickets.

"Well, come in." You turned on your heel and made way for nomi to follow you as she shut the door and remained behind you like a shadow.

Even as while you carefully placed laosa in her crib, kissing her on the forehead while tucking her in a blanket that might be tugged off later in the night but for now your baby was safe and warm.

You rubbed her silky young hair and muttered a sweet affirmation into her ear before leaning up and sighing. Nomi took her bag off, eyes not leaving the resting baby girl.

"Can I kiss her goodnight."

Something inside you got effected at how she mumbled that request, almost as if she needed it.

"Yeah, I'm going to head to bed." You walked out of the room and she watched your figure retreat around the corner, afterwards walking to the edge of the crib where laosa's head laid.

Smiling softly at her little beads of hair because it reminded her of her own. She leaned down to laosa and kissed her temple. Just existing in her presence was slowly dominating her fear of being close with the people she loved.

It was scary to hold you at night and realize you were sound asleep while she stayed awake and stared at nothing. Just waiting for something unexpectant, a built in mode of survival engraved into the marrow of her bones.

It was scary to feel a plethora of things just because you smiled at her and treated her like a nice human being. Not knowing that she could change into the complete opposite.

It was scary to surrender. To allow the two most precious things in the world to possess her once idle beating heart.

But although nomi was scared, she wasn't a coward. And she'd die before abandoning the both of you. That was a commitment she agreed with internally.

Eventually she left the room quietly while shutting the door and made her way to your room, the door was cracked but she knocked anyway and when you granted her permission nomi caught you in the midst of sliding into bed.

You were silent tonight. Very concisely worded and it was one of the things on her list that were rated as torture. So as always she asked you how you felt, "are you angry with me?" You sighed and turned on your side with the cover pulled over.

"I have nothing to be angry about."

"But you are regardless." She got comfortable under the covers once she shed off her trechcoat and made her feet bare.

"Am not. Let me rest I'm tired." The agent completely disobeyed your wishes and rolled on her stomach just behind you, head looming above your ear.

"If you want to talk we can talk. You're not tired." She stated from the fact that you haven't stopped shaking your leg. Its just the thing you do when your up, but drifting between laziness.

"Nomi." You turned around as she raised her brows and tilted her head.

"Hm?"

Go to sleep. Thats what you should have said but you didn't. She grew unsure of your stretched pause, the rush of blood in her body making her wound ache but she was still as stone. Deep eyes switching between your own.

"What is it, y/n." You contemplated shortly before answering.

"How did you get in that car crash?" She then looked weirdly dull. Eyes wandering from your own to glance at something blankly.

"The person who hit me was a reckless driver. Isn't that the main cause of every car accident?" She slowly fluttered her lashes at you and furrowed her brows.

"Tell me about it?" You rise up against the headboard as she cautiously followed suit.

"Well, I was driving on my way to you actually before someone hit me from the side during a speed chase. The impact caused me to slam into the drivers door."

"And what's the condition on your shoulder?"

Nomi bit her lip and let a sort of silence stretch until she was comfortable responding back, "that's not how my shoulder got messed up."

"... can I see?" She puts a hand infront of you in a halting manner, wordlessly unbuttoning her shirt with one hand.

"I got it. Let me." You offered and she was going to protest but your hands had already gently eased her own off and finished the task, having the shirt ready to be pealed back.

Your fingertips traced the bandage around the upper joint of her limb and gently pressed around, above, near the edge of her right armpit and then finally in the middle. Nomi hissed immediately, discomfort taking her feautures for a moment.

"So its right there, is it a spring, twist, bone out of place?"

"It's... more like a gun shot wound." She shrugged with one shoulder before pulling her shirt back on.

"Who shot you?!" You slightly raised your voice as she closed her eyes and pressed her index finger to her lips. Listening out for laosa's potential cries. Then she reopened them and dragged them from the bedroom door to your startled face.

"I'll make it short-"

"Make it clear." you demanded, a douse of anger that hid in your silence finally jumped into your tone. Nomi sighed.

"The police caught up with the other car, they ended up crashing with me and while I exited my vehicle.. I was blindly shot. That's all that happened, darling." You stared into her eyes, a soft frown etched into your feautures that she didn't appreciate one bit, but she believed she could fix it.

"So.. can we sleep together tonight? I haven't laid with you.." Nomi leaned closer to your body and wrapped her good arm around your waist, connecting your foreheads.

"In weeks." You take a deep breath and crossed your hands in your lap.

"Please?"

"... yeah.." you let go of it tonight, telling the inner voices in your head to shut up about the fact that you may be sensing Nomi isn't telling you the whole truth.

"That's my girl." Your bodies lower back into the bed as she welcomes you on her chest and you try you best to avoid applying more weight to her right shoulder.

Though the next morning, doesn't turn out like you expect.

You hear the television and sounds of cheesy nursery rhymes frolicking throughout the place. And there's a smell in the air, pleasant, delicious yet different from you normally whip up in the kitchen. You inhale with relief.

She's still here.

That old smile of yours started to form on your face as you turned in the pillows to lazily grin and shift your body under the duvets with gladness. Now you're eased onto your stomach and lying there undisturbed.

But suddenly the door creaked open and seeing as you're awake, you decide to easedrop.

"There. There goes your mommy all knocked out and sleeping sound, try not to wake her up yeah?" Nomi whispered as she bounced your baby girl on her hip and comfortingly let her small hand squeeze her thumb. Her doe eyes were glued to you.

"Satisfied little spy?" Laosa did a sort of wobbly nod as she squirmed on Nomi's hip and held her thumb harder. The woman raised her brows.

"Back in the living room I suppose." Nomi glanced at the lump in the sheets and quietly closed the door as you continued 'sleeping'. A short chuckle left you, fingers coming to wipe your eyes of any residue while you sat up.

Your arms dropped to bed and then flung the covers off so you could go to the bathroom and freshen up. Once you reached the living room you saw Nomi writing on a note pad while multitasking with spoon feeding Laosa.

She squished Nomi's forearm and took the spoon of baby food with a gurgle before softly falling back in the seat.

Nomi underlined a few things with haste and sensed someone approaching, eyes drifting up to the sight of you in your long gown and it made her smile, "Good morning, Darling~"

"Good morning, thanks for feeding laosa" you sighed gently was going sit on seat next to the woman but one of her arms hooked around your waist and eased you onto her lap. You parted your lips to say something and she stared up at you with faux innocence.

"You're welcome. Does that earn me a kiss?"

"Don't know?" Her arm flexed to hold you tighter and you could feel her plump lips pressing into the bare skin of your shoulder blades and neck.

"Stop being stubborn." she rasped in your ear as you shifted on her lap. Instinctively pressing back into her embrace. Nomi raised her hand to turn your chin so she could kiss you, but just as your mouths was centimeters away a wet glob landed on Nomi's temple.

She leaned back as you did aswell and gaped at the orange mess dripping down her face. Nomi shook her head and grabbed a few napkins off the table to wipe her skin. You laughed loudly while she chuckled.

"Not funny."

"Lala doesn't think mimi deserves a kiss?" You cooed at your baby and escaped from nomi to pick her up from the high seat as she giggled.

Nomi sat while looking between the both of your faces as something bright swelled within her heart. The feeling all too familiar.

"Your plate of breakfast is on the counter, I'm going to take a shower" Nomi snapped out of her trance and excused herself with fake irritation.

Once she was out of sight you did reprimand the newborn with a whisper before setting her down somewhere she could play.

The breakfast Nomi made was pretty good, she never failed a dish anyway. It tracked all the way back to the second date at her apartment when nomi cooked for you. She looked hot and whatnot while slinging an oven rag over her shoulder, shaking a pan of frying vegetables, which accentuated the muscles in her arm.

She was picture perfect, you could say.

Very relaxed, knew how to have a good time, never really jealous, made you laugh in any circumstances and she always blew the fuse out of an argument in the best ways. Nomi apologizes.

Which she never does to anyone but you. She isn't touchy either but she craves your cuddles and kisses, especially when you squish her face when you're extra happy.

The only you didn't like was her reluctantance.

Nomi could've been your girlfriend by now but everytime you brought that topic up she just steer the convo.

Solidifying your relationship despite all things you do for eachother was a pretty big step for her, one Nomi needs to grow longer legs for.

And you'd give her countless days that extended to weeks and months. But you'd be insane if you were going to continue being in the 'talking' stage with her after a year.

So the fears began to creep.

Is she playing you? Are you just an excellent hang around? Will Nomi eventually grow bored of you and.. leave?

You slowly chew on your food and make the fork meet your plate, mood soured and spoiled. You just end up wrapping it all up and putting it in the fridge before walking to the bedroom.

-

Your arms are placed behind you as you sit on the bed, waiting. Now you wanted to talk.

After twelve minutes went past the shower finally cut off and there was some shuffling and the close of a cabinet, then the knob twisted and she padded out with a towel around her body.

"You sneak.." Her British accent irked and attracted you at the same time while she approached your drawers.

"Whatever.. " you mumbled, Nomi payed you no mind until she glanced back.

".. Mind if I burrow some clothes?" You shrugged as she turned back and fished out some comfortable clothes. She discarded her towel and unfolded the pair of sweats to pull it over her legs and pulled a t-shirt over her head.

You looked elsewhere the whole time until a presence could be felt dipping into the mattress, a hand took your idle one and interlaced their fingers.

"You're silent again." Nomi searched for an explanation in your body language that your mouth wasn't going to give right away.

"I want to talk this time." You utter.

Nomi nibbles on her lips, "About what, I'm all ears."

"About how I feel," Nomi hummed as she examined you from head to toe.

"Go on?" her lips pinched into a straight line as you were getting ready to respond.

"I want to know more about you." You stood strong yet you felt like dissapearing due to her deep stare.

"Im very private you know that, you also know.. enough darling, what's the real issue." She furrowed her brows.

"The real issue is.. your enough, isn't my enough. Look, I won't beat around the bush.. you've been keeping me in the dark for a while." You pressed. She scratched her brow slowly and dropped her free hand in her lap.

"If that's how you feel-"

"And I do?"  You state, tone defensive. You shimmered your hands back for yourself.

"You make me worried sick? I— I can't keep any tabs on you whatsoever, I don't know what your job profession is, where you dissapear off to, I don't even know your schedule which I always stay considerate of no matter how odd it is.. and how it may be eating into my time." you breathe in deeply.

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you got shot?"

"Y/n-" your hands then jab at your chest.

"As your...... hell I don't even know what am to you at this point but I'm pretty angry at the possibility that you may be keeping some huge secrets from me while I expose my whole life to you?"

"Y/n you know how important you are to me?"

"Do I? What's our status, why am I special?"

"Your my.. " soul mate. Nomi didn't think she could say that to you, every time her toungue fell limp and her jaw clenched. She loved you more than you could imagine but knew where admitting to it would get her. She felt unworthy of you. Prohibited and Insecure.

The way she lived glued her to this mindset.

Your shoulders dropped.

"Exactly. I can't bring myself to play pretend the next day when my heart's still sore from the twisting it did each time you left. Giving that same explanation of work," you groan, "its like I always make time for you but you don't make enough time for me... I'm doubting if what I'm trying to do is right.." 

"And what is that?"

"Trying to gain your trust. Your reassurance. I mean we are getting to know eachother so we can potentially be together... but you obviously haven't felt that close with me yet so you have the obvious option Nomi..."  

"Don't.. do that." She glared, you couldn't be insinuating that. And the way her name came out of your mouth wasn't soothing her like usual.

"Then tell me what I should know, from the moment we first met." You lay out your request on the table while Nomi sits deep in thought for a proper response back. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't realize you feeling this way, she always knew.

But the last thing Nomi wanted was for you to leave her for it. She just needed more time, but now the hourglass had finally ran out.

"You want," with a pounding heart.

"trust.. openness? fine. But If I'm speaking from the deepest part of my heart, all I ever did was try to protect you and Laosa."  

"Protect us from what?!"

"Plain and simple answer?"  She placed her palms infront of her as you demanded with a raising brow.

"Plain and simple." 

"I work with the government."  

".. Wha... I- Nomi if you're an FBI Agent you could've told me-"  

"Not that type of agent." She frowned, eyes closing momentarily. 

"Then.."  you trailed off. Nomi crossed her arms and fully turned to you, face giving confliction and compromise at the same time. This was it. If she told you, everything would change.

She'd overcome that boulder that layed atop her jurisdiction once and for all. You deserved to know.

"Nomi?"

"I'm the one that.. takes care of the criminals you thankfully haven't heard on the news. People like me take care.. of them— i-in advance."

"Oh."

"Listen-" 

"Have you had to kill?" Stunned silence.

"My." You turned away.

Nomi breathes in deeply. "Its in my license, I'm finally coming clean to you about what I'm hiding and now you're shutting me out? Y/n look at me."

".. God, I can't..." You're reluctant. But a now cold hand reaches for your arm with gentleness. Light as feather and you let Nomi settle behind you with the fearful thought of a reptile slithering around your skin.

"Darling." But you snap out of it, you have too. Upon this news you feel like everything you've known about her is a lie and that all she is, is her choice of work. An agent, but thats not allNomi is. Deep down you know she's more than that.

"If only you were willing to understand." She rubbed her hands down your arms and held you firmly, feeling your deep trembles.

"Would it alleviate the weight off your shoulders if I told you all of them were really.. really bad people." She put her chin in your neck and pulled you closer than you already were, squeezing, making you slightly breathless.

"A.. life, is a life." You exhaled.

"And what is a justice?" She whispered, hold suddenly loosening. You rub down your face and look at nothing in particular. The truth. It filled you with so many emotions that you though you were prepared for but weren't. After all, this was what you wanted.

So now you must make a choice.

"Nomi." You mutter and then swallow. The agent is silent, arms still interlocked around your abdomen. She's torn in thoughts, remaining clueless about if you'll end things with her or not. Its driving her crazy.

".. Nomi." Your voice wavers and it's painful to consider the thought that leaves your throat sore in guilt.

"You need time." She abruptly pulled away from you and got off the bed, darting her burning eyes to the ground.

"When you've come to a decision... call me." Nomi states as clear she can while gathering her things.

She's gone quick and two times the door gets shut. Mimicking the breaking of your crystal glass heart.

This was best for now.

-

One.

Two.

Three.

Four Days.

A Thursday had never felt so.. empty. Nomi skimmed her cabinets for numerous bottles of dark liquors and sweetly bitter remedies that left her body ablaze right under her skin. She didn't grow tired often, not remembering a proper trip the bed in that span of time.

Maybe a crash on the couch every blue moon. Or a late night ride.. past your complex.

Every blue moon, though.

Nomi knew she could give into her intrusive thoughts and scoop you and laosa up. Proposing a stay at her Mediterranean and remote home while you continued to think. In her passanger seat. As long as you both were in her reach. That's all she wanted.

The agent put her hand on the car door, fingers eerily still on the handle as she pondered on it. She could do it, she really could. Your usually home this hour anyway, probably making fragrances or nurturing your baby on the lap while the TV remained on.

Desperate.

Come on, thats desperate.

Nomi clenched jaw and brought her hands back on the steering wheel, leaving the premises without hesitation and internally degrading herself on the way. She had to be patient.

Meanwhile you were in the house wondering how to contact her, as if you could send a simple text or call. But what would you say, how would you say it.. in which way would you deliver your sentiment. Should you give it a little more time and think logically rather than your heart taking all the space up in your head.

The organ told you to forgive nomi and continue loving her. To be willing to understand like she wanted. And you truly wanted to but you were scared. Images of her bandaged shoulder and how exhausted she looked with slighty sunken eyes. You couldn't bare to see her so..

Beat.

You sighed and stood up to put laosa to bed again. A sad frown etched into your features while you thought of the woman.

Tonight's dreams had mimicked your pain in distorted ways that made stubborn tears escape through your closed eyes and your heart did its familiar, agonizing turn and twist.

But as always, the sun did its usual appearance and you were still slumped in bed when a buzz from your phone had you stirring in the sheets.

Buzz

"Ugh.." you turned on your side.

Buzz

"Mtch.. shoot." You grumbled and quickly reached for your phone on the nightstand. After rubbing your eyes and blinking the blurriness away you noticed there were text messages, from Nomi.

I have to report back to work on Monday.

We need to talk soon.

Your face twisted up into an angry pout as your feet kicked in a dramatic toddler fashion. You weren't ready to face her at all, even looking at her blue text bubbles made you feel intimidated. You thought of responding or leaving Nomi on read for a minute to recollect yourself.

You chose the latter.

Today wasn't the best day to talk, you had to be at work by nine and drop laosa off to daycare, along with a ton of other things. You sighed and got out of bed to freshen up and make breakfast.

Throwing some bacon in the oven before you went into the baby room and eased Laosa out of her slumber.

Her little body was putty in your arms as you carried her to restroom and got her ready for the day aswell. She could barely sit up straight when you brought a soft brush along her scalp.

"Lala.." her eyes squinted open to your voice as she slightly perked up and then slumped again.

"Reminds me of when I used to brush her hair after a good old wash day" you mumbled with a smile while fitting a puffy headband on the little girls head. The longer you stared into the mirror and reflected, the more you missed her.

And it was at that moment when your chest began to hurt again that you knew you had to do it. You couldn't delay this talk. So hopefully there could be a slot in time for your discussion.