#[v: pt 2]

[virescent-v]

Except Me?

A/N: Happy Saturday morning!! ;) Back with another smutty Emily x fem!reader fic. Enjoy :P Warnings: Honestly, if you've read my stuff before, same apply lol. Word Count: 2080

“Is everybody around here getting laid except me?” 

“Well, I’m not,” Rossi had said. 

You just stood there frozen. 

Because while the statement itself was rhetorical, you definitely weren’t thinking that way.

But now you were thinking about getting laid. 

With a certain unit chief. 

So that everyone around here was getting laid. 

Of course, Emily had no idea that you’ve been harboring a crush on her since your arrival to the BAU over three months ago. You’d heard of the infamous Emily Prentiss and the legendary things her team did. You worked your ass off to get your spot on the team and, while you didn’t want to fuck it up, you certainly wanted to fuck. 

You avoided eye contact with everyone that was standing there, not wanting the profilers to catch a glimpse of the rising heat on your cheeks. You quietly excused yourself and made a beeline for the bathrooms. 

“What’s gotten into her?” Rossi asked. 

Emily and JJ shared a look; JJ’s slightly more concerned, while Emily’s was one of curiosity. 

“I don’t know. Maybe she didn’t feel comfortable with all of the talk about getting laid?” JJ asked, twirling the ring on her finger. 

Emily’s head cocked a little to the side, considering. You hadn’t seemed like the prudish type, but she really didn’t know you too well, seeing as you’d only been here a few months and she was your boss. She made a mental note to check in on you in a little bit, seeing as she had never seen you run off from a conversation before. 

The conversation had lulled and everyone had moved their separate ways, Emily heading straight for her office. After a bit of time, she glanced up from her desk, gazed out into the bullpen. She could see you from her office, especially since you were the only one currently around, the only one at your desk. You had some files open on your desk, but you weren’t working on any of them. You were fidgeting; your knee was bouncing like you were anxious and you were playing with the pen you were supposed to be writing with. Emily had never seen you so distracted before. 

Making a quick decision, she stood up, walked to her office door. “Hey,” she said, grabbing your attention immediately, breaking the silence surrounding you. “My office, now, please.” 

You looked at her, an almost panicked look on your face. Interesting, Emily thought. 

You made your way into her office. “Shut the door behind you,” Emily said. 

You could feel your heart rate increase. Like you had just been called into the principal’s office. You made your way across the room, sitting yourself in the chair across from her desk. You were fidgeting even more with the cuffs on your blazer, trying your hardest to not make eye contact with Emily. You knew that she had no idea what was going on and if you could just control yourself a little bit more, you probably wouldn’t even be in here with your boss obviously profiling you. 

You could feel Emily’s eyes watching you, tracking your every movement. While the BAU tried very hard to not profile each other, you knew that with your behavior you were likely being observed. 

Emily let you sit and stew for a few moments, watching you. She had never seen you act so…anxious. And while she knew that part of that was from being called into her office, there was obviously something else going on. “What’s going on?” 

Your eyes shot up to hers. She looked so beautiful. Concerned, but curious. You could see yourself slipping under their spell, like you should just say what was going on. But you held yourself back. “Nothing. Just, uh…just feeling a little, um, anxious today, I guess.” Even your voice was shaky. You could hardly keep eye contact with her while talking. You knew all of Emily’s profiler alarms were going off. You just hoped she didn’t ask too many more questions. 

“You were fine this morning until our conversation in the hallway. Is your anxiousness right now about that?” She asked. 

Your eyes darted toward the right. “No,” you said unconvincingly, your voice managing to crack on the single syllable. You almost scoffed at yourself. You needed to get it together before Emily caught on even more than she already had. 

Emily’s head tilted, watching you now with narrow eyes. “Try answering that again, but a bit more convincingly,” she teased. 

You glanced up under your eyelashes at Emily, trying to figure out what was going on. She sounded like she was just teasing you, not having figured out what was really going on with you yet. 

“I could tell that our conversation made you uncomfortable. You all but ran off to the bathroom. I’m sorry if it was too much,” Emily stated, her hands folded neatly in front of her, resting on her thighs. Her well toned, strong thighs that you just wanted wrapped around your head. 

Shit, I’ve got to stop or she’s going to be able to read me like an open book, you thought. You cleared your throat, feeling another wave of heat rush to your cheeks. 

Emily smirked to herself. She had watched your eyes linger on her hands, drift around her thighs, before registering what you were doing, snapping yourself back to reality. Interesting, she thought. 

Emily decided to see if her suspicions were right - if you were harboring something for her, even if it was just lustful thoughts. 

She got up from her chair and basically stalked around her desk, stopping in front of you with her hands on her hips. You refused to meet her eyes, keeping them on her shoes in front of you, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Emily didn’t say anything, just watching you squirm in front of her for a few minutes. 

When she didn’t speak, you pulled your face up, your gaze immediately connecting with Emily’s. 

“Did it make you feel some type of way when I said I wasn’t getting laid?” She asked. 

You almost choked on air, coughing slightly to recover. “Wh-what?” You couldn’t believe she would just ask straight out like that and now you were worried she was catching on. 

Emily tilted her head, her eyes scanning your face. “How did you feel earlier when I said I wasn’t getting fucked?” 

Your breath stuttered, an immediate flush taking over your face and upper chest. 

Emily had to hold back the smirk that was threatening to take over as she watched your eyes dilate almost to the point of black. She leaned forward placing both of her hands on the arms of the chair you were sitting in, her face so close to yours that it felt like you were about to go cross-eyed. This close, you could smell her earthy perfume, feel her breath against your lips. 

You had to hold yourself back from launching forward and capturing her lips with yours. 

“Do you want to be the one to change that?” Emily asked, her hand coming up to your face, her thumb tracing over your lower lip. “Do you want to be the one to finally make me cum on fingers that aren’t my own?” 

“Christ, Emily-” you started. 

“Yes or no, pretty girl.” 

You took her thumb into your mouth, your tongue tracing around it once, twice, before letting it pop out. “Fuck yes.” 

Emily finally let the smirk cross her features. “Then on your knees, angel. I want to cum all over that pretty little face of yours.” 

You’ve never gotten out of a chair so fast in your life, the sound of your knees hitting the floor almost echoing in the small office. You reached up to Emily’s waistband, eager to undo her pants to finally get a taste for what you’ve been thinking about for months. 

But Emily’s hands smacked yours away. “Uh huh, where are your manners?” 

Sitting back on your knees, you glanced up at Emily from under your lashes, giving her your best pout. “Please, ma’am, can I taste your pussy?” 

Emily wanted to roll her eyes at your little display, but she found herself getting turned on by how eager you were to please her. “Take your shirt and bra off first. I want to see more of you.” 

You didn’t hesitate. It didn’t even cross your mind that you were at work, in Emily’s office, that she was your boss. All you could think about was getting to be the one to make her cum. 

You whipped your shirt off, throwing it across the room, your bra following after. You watched as Emily licked her lips as she started to undo her own pants, pulling her panties down too. “You’re so beautiful, angel. Once I cum enough to statiate me, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” 

Your eyes tracked her panties going down her legs, the ones you couldn’t stop staring at earlier. As they got kicked to the side, your gaze traveled back up her delicious legs and zeroed in on her already wet cunt. You let out a little whimper at the moisture you saw waiting for you. “Please, Em, can I?” You asked, never taking your eyes off of the prize in front of you. 

Emily’s hand found its way into your hair, holding it back off of your face. “Make me cum, pretty girl.” 

You moaned indecently at the first tangy taste of her on your tongue, your eyes rolling back into your head. Your hands gripped her thighs, keeping them apart as your mouth went to work. You took your time exploring her, getting to know what kind of movements she liked, what made her hips twitch, what made her grip in your hair get a little tighter, slowly building her up. 

By the time your tongue focused on Emily’s swollen, throbbing clit, you could hear her panting above you, her hips gyrating to a beat that pushed her closer to the edge. 

You alternated between tight, little circles around her clit and broad strokes up and down that made Emily’s breath stutter in her chest. You could tell that she was trying her best to hold back the noises she so desperately wanted to make. You hoped to hear them soon. 

“I’m so close,” Emily breathed out. “Make me cum, make me cum,” she whispered, both hands finding their way into your hair, guiding your face to her clit. “Put your fingers in me now.” 

You knew better than to test her patience; you could almost taste how close she was. You wasted no time, easily sliding two of your fingers into her dripping core. 

Moaning into her cunt at how warm and wet she was, you started a brutal pace, curling your fingers so with each thrust they hit against her sweet spot. Within a few plunges of your fingers, you could feel Emily’s thighs begin to shake, her inner walls tightening down as if trying to keep you inside. 

“Ungh, fu-fuck, I’m gon-gonna cum,” Emily whimpered. 

With one final thrust in, you focused on pushing against her g-spot in a pulsating motion, your tongue flicking fast and hard against her clit. You moaned against her, the added vibrations sending her over the edge. 

One of Emily’s hands gripped tighter in your hair while the other clamped over her own mouth to muffle her moans. You continued to fuck her through her orgasm, making sure she got the most pleasure. 

As she finally came down fully, you slowly removed your fingers and mouth, not wanting to make her too sensitive. 

You slipped your fingers into your own mouth, your tongue wrapping around them and sucking them clean, appreciating the taste of her. 

“Fuck,” Emily said, looking down at you. “You busy after work?” 

You threw your head back a little chuckling. “Whaddya know, my schedule just opened up.” 

Emily smiled, helping you up from your position on the floor. Her hand started caressing your hip, slowly making their way up your chest, circling each nipple before wrapping her hand around your throat. “Good, I have plans for you that involve you cumming all over my cock. Sound good?” 

You whimpered before hungrily nodding your head. 

Emily’s eyes darkened, a devious smirk replacing her earlier easy smile. “I’ll see you at seven at my place, pretty girl. Don’t be late.” 

“Yes, ma’am.”  

#virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss smut #emily prentiss x reader #no use of y/n #fem reader #emily prentiss x you #idk i could probably make a pt 2 if people wanted to see what happens after work #if theres errors ignore them ive been up all night lmfao

[grimesgirll]

like your weapons trainings or conditioning, getting to rick’s place for bedtime had become a nightly duty.

and okafor stressed the importance of being on time to you. after all, he needed his best soldier bright eyed and bushy tailed in the mornings.

you had to have your ass in rick’s bed by the time he was ready to hit the hay. it didn’t matter if he was planning on fucking you that night or just enjoying having another warm body around. okafor had clocked that you somehow increased the average hours of sleep rick gained each night and assigned you to a semi-permanent sleepover.

you watch from your elbows as the handsome man in front of you brushes his teeth.

this isn’t the first time okafor’s utilized your “girlish charm” or whatever the fuck he sees in you to get what he wants.

this is the farthest he’s ever asked you to go however. it was always innocent before; distracting important people, taking advantage of certain perversions to finish the mission. you shouldn’t complain. okafor did get you the job of your dreams, all things considered.

where else could you spend hours designing maps, establishing operation routes, and do it all with the help of formerly world renowned military engineers and some of the most advanced technology still left on the planet?

besides, the lieutenant colonel had kept his word; there isn’t a thing you want for at the moment. aside from the occasional homesickness which was gradually dulling into a numb, nearly nonexistent feeling, you didn’t yearn for much - only rick.

so now you spend your days in your new state of the art geospatial mapping studio and on your rare but highly anticipated surveying trips. okafor had reviewed your past surveying maps of the delaware valley with general beale and other senior staff - including rick - and your work proved fruitful enough to allow you a small team to continue surveying operations under the umbrella of logistics.

in all reality, okafor’s rewarding you handsomely.

and so is rick.

his southern drawl breaks you from your staring.

“huh?” utterly oblivious, you fall under his deep blue gaze.

“i asked you if i can turn the lights off." he repeats, fingers hovering over the light switch.

you nod. "yeah, i'm ready for bed."

the bed dips with rick's weight and like routine, you're drawn into his crushing embrace. rick liked to cuddle before bed. you don’t ask but there has to have been some wife or some woman somewhere who used to be in your position.

the soldier is stoic and stands on business, but that sour expression had begun to soften since you’d first seduced him on his sofa. little bits and pieces of a southern, east coast kind of background popped up through the twang of rick’s accent. anyone with a history with law enforcement instantly picked up on his past as a cop. you’d playfully asked if he had to cuff anyone before and just received a dim smile that started to sour until you threw yourself into his lap and cast away whatever storm clouds you’d brought on with kisses.

he’ll never outright tell you why he sleeps better with you or how he slept before he was even a consignee, but you don’t mind. the cozy embrace really gets you conked out every night, without fail. his dick does too.

that’s how you end up backing against him and tempting the hard outline that never seemed to disappear due to his size.

rick chuckles behind you but doesn’t move, just pulls you closer. "good night." he says with a kiss to the back of your head.

"night," you return, like you’re not jutting your ass backwards into him.

you’re shocked that he hasn’t said anything. rick doesn’t always take your touch so lightly. he’d punished you for teasing him in front of some of the air fleet’s officers by fingering you until you were begging to come in the repurposed law library next door just the other day.

the man only speaks up once your tight ass is rounding indisputable, deep circles against his groin. you couldn’t be anymore obvious with the gasp that flies out of you like a kite as soon as rick’s newly throbbing length twitches through his sleep pants.

“honey.”

“please, rick!” you pull out the begging already, having expected you would be fucked silly tonight.

“tonight’s not the night, darlin’.”

needy and craving the man beside you, your knees squirm. it’s only when you’re lightly kicking rick that he pays you any mind; your legs are shut closed by the force of his human hand and the prosthetic digging into your soft flesh.

the look he gives you is lacking patience. “now, what’re you doin’?”

“i need you tonight, rick,” you state plainly.

he scoffs and lets go of your thighs. “c’mon, honey, why don’t you just lay down and get a good night’s rest?” the gears are turning in your head and you’re lifting your legs and shifting between his legs before he can even try to draw you back to your pillow. he croaks your name when you start pawing at the drawstring of his pants. “honey, you need to-,”

“you need this,” you insist.

you’re not giving him enough time to complain with his sensitive head already on your tongue. rick curses his traitorous groans, and himself when he does nothing to fight against the firm hand you're utilizing to usher him onto his back.

"so, you want to relax?" he manages, despite the shudder inducing way in which fully go for it and swallow around him. midway down your throat, a light thrust and a near gag from you is all he needs to know your answer.

rick can only lean back and take what you give him. he's pretty sure that you're going to have him coming in your mouth but before he knows it, you’re face to face again. there’s no reason to be disappointed by the firm hold you still have on him with your hand. a few more sluggish licks and you’re readjusting, straddling him to tease his tip with the slick of your entrance.

"what about you?" rick’s rasping, not yet prepared after you removed him from your sweet mouth.

"what if i told you i came here ready?"

the statement has his cock jumping. you swivel slightly, clit bumping his own sensitive slippery skin. spit strewn, his head falls back at the feeling of his dick dipped into your engulfing heat - even half an inch.

“you sure, honey?”

“mhmm,” you confirm with a kiss and a grind onto him.

“really wanted it, didn’t you, darlin’?”

your confirmation comes out as a whimper. "i just wanna be full before bed. i wanna be full of you rick," and once those words leave your mouth, rick is decided and sending you from your knees to your back. he could never say no to those watery eyes.

a courtesy finger and some intricately placed kisses on your knees, thighs, and clit have you straining upwards. you're not burning for long because rick is ready to indulge you just as you wished tonight. without warning - not that you were wanting it tonight - rick fit himself as far inside your thick muscle as he could on the first thrust.

the stretch is familiar but striking enough for you to nearly double over onto him. you won’t fold in the face of your reward - at least not yet. determined to hold on, you plant two hands on the older man’s chest as you sink onto his thick length. his groans and your steady breaths are enough to lower yourself, and even fuck yourself you and down on him.

"thank you for fucking me tonight, rick." you cry through swollen lips and damp lashes. "i really need you to fall asleep," you confess in a tone no higher than a hushed hiss.

you don't know if you're expecting an answer but the quickened pace is to be expected. without a doubt, the man is sinking deeper inside of you as he forces his hips flush to yours.

"does this satisfy being full enough to fall asleep?"

the jolt he’s sending through your abdomen with each maddening plunge into you, has you fluttering around him.

“rick!”

you wake up with a hand on your ass and a breath behind you in your hair. it doesn’t last though. rick is gone before you know it and you’re left aching, craving him. you get him out of your system with your early morning physical training - pt - and a meal with your favorite fellow soldiers.

you’re not expecting to see rick again soon.

the office facing the arboretum and the airfield is typically a still place, plagued by the constant thrum of the planes and helicopters, yes, but those who worked in the building had grown accustomed to the white noise. you're so grateful everyone in your division is out at lunch when rick slams the thick wooden door open.

stirred from your half drafted map of the midwest, your head surges up. you don't have time to open your mouth before rick is talking at you in his sergeant's voice.

“there are ten minutes until i need to be down at the helicopter hanger. you need to get me off in eight.”

stunned, the command doesn't urge you to your feet just yet. it's the sudden slamming of the door that jostles you from desk to the plaid loveseat where you settle onto your knees on a cushion facing sideways.

rick shakes his head. "no, i want you on your knees on the floor in front of me. now." you sigh and carry yourself down to the polished wooden floors. "i don't have time to sit."

"why?"

"because what i said was an order. don't question it."

with that preamble, you waste no time finding his belt and expertly undoing the buckle in record time. your hands move as fast as they can given all of the work this bulky uniform requires. somehow you breeze through the layers and ignore the ache growing in your knees. your second pt of the day is going to destroy you.

as you strip down rick's thermal boxers, you wonder if he's keen on fucking you now too. perhaps you'd gotten your allotted pounding last night and this would be it for the week. you really can never know with rick.

the issue of time returns to your mind however, so when you grip his length, you only lick up and down enough to get him taking coordinated breaths through his nose and tautening.

“you’ve been demandin’ lately, doll.”

your thighs squeeze together at the nickname.

“maybe i want to be a little demandin’ of you.”

a gloved hand shoves your head down. the incentive to keep your moans quiet doubles when you hear commotion outside your office. right on time; your colleagues are returning to lunch.

“think you can quiet that big mouth enough?”

no words leave your mouth, you just swallow around his length, glancing up into his expanded pupils; almost void of blue. hollowing your cheeks, you remember the time crunch he’s in and put a little more pep into your step. this leads to you rocking a bit on your knees.

rick snorts once he catches sight of the development. “so needy, even just with a cock in your mouth, huh?” his teasing is cut off by the orgasm building up as he throbs against your tongue.

putting in the effort to counter more than a couple of gags, you allow your jaw to slack so rick can enjoy the unobstructed tightness of your throat - perfect for him to come without the mess, leaving it to your mouth.

you weren’t prepared to suck rick off in your office today but you’re determined to leave no trace of this interaction. when he spills down your throat, only a little bit remains on your reddened puffy lips. you wipe your mouth nonchalantly once rick flops out of your mouth, still gazing down at you.

“clean me up.”

an order is an order.

exhaustively, you trace patterns from his base to the spit covered tip that’s still twitching. “fuck,” he utters when you take him into your mouth again. “don’t have time for this,” he’s scolding and palming himself back into his pants, grabbing your hand to stand you up with him for some scattered kisses across your forehead.

he presses a kiss to your temple, traveling lower to embellish purple marks on your collarbone. you’re sure he’s about to do more than just wantonly groping your perky tits but a few more moan inducing punches for your nipple and he’s sealing the interaction with one wolffish kiss. you’re nearly stumbling after him when he pulls away, tugging the last of his belts on.

the door is flung shut and that’s that. rick’s gone.

you’re on rick’s bed before he retires for the night.

“good to see you again today.” you purr, nearly kicking your feet. “i’m feeling spoiled seeing you three times in one day.”

the soldier rolls his eyes. he drops his tactical bag on the ottoman in front of the bed. “you here to sleep? or mess around?”

you shrug. “your choice.”

hints of a sly smile are on the sergeant’s face but he walks away shaking his head before you can call him down to bed just yet.

you could just sleep tonight. rick had been turning you on enough for you to take a night off, preferably drifting off in his arms until you had to wake for your quarterly river survey with the geologists, engineers, and biologists in your neighboring divisions. you had a lot to prepare for come the morning. it wouldn't be terrible to unwind by getting off tonight.

the thought's put on pause once rick's arms wrap around you as he sinks into the soft, bedding. smelling of fresh toothpaste and some kind of beard balm, he’s more than ready to hold onto you like a vice for the night.

“hey.” you coo.

“hey there,” an arm escapes you to turn out the wall light still on over on his side of the bed. only the dim glow of the hallway light touches the darkened room now.

you turn slightly so rick can at least see the outline of your face - your eyes, nose, and lips in the dark. “what was that all about early?”

“hmm?”

"the asshole act earlier?"

“you needed to remember rank.”

an exasperated heave almost sends you to a seated position. “rank?”

“yes.”

the lack of playfulness in your voice has you wondrously thankful that he can’t see your eye rolls in the dark.

“that’s kinda fucked, rick.”

“says the one who just loves getting fucked.”

you shut up.

“getting on her knees, i don’t remember you complainin’ once i got you beneath me earlier today.”

you can’t say that you recall complaining either.

it feels like muscle memory when he gets you onto all fours.

set up on his knees with your cunt under his nose, rick licks a devastating stripe from top to bottom. then he’s coming back up again and squeezing muffled shrieks from you.

“you like that, honey?”

“i do, rick,” you reply breathlessly. you dig a clenched fist into the comforter. “fuck!” tears threaten your waterline already.

“like my tongue?”

“mhmm,” you writhe as he makes it his mission to bury his warm, wriggly appendage as far inside of you as he can. he’ll never be as deep as his cock but the difference in sensation has you nearly folding into the mattress.

the added finger has you squirming in conjunction with the taunting, flickering tongue working back out to your clit. eventually there’s a two pronged attempt to open you up. you’re clenching around his fingers when you hear him ask, “do you think you’re ready?”

“one hundred percent,” you breathe.

“‘kay, i need you to be one hundred percent sure of that, soldier.”

you tease on top of him at the mention, nearly jumping once you feel him at your entrance. lust centered, you nod your head assuredly. “yes, sergeant. i’m ready for your cock. ready to fulfill the mission.”

rick’s smirk and tousled curls are the last thing you see before you’re manhandled like a rag doll into the mattress.

then that rhythm that had you so worked up is paling in comparison to how full you feel with just a few inches of rick. whispering sweet praise and reminding you of the task at hand, you exhale and puff soft cheeks. the biting kisses from rick as he settles inside of you have your eyes already rolling back. his newfound rhythm only fulfills the trance you knew only ne could put you in.

crammed tight full of cock, you’re chanting his name and he’s petting your hair, praising you as you squeeze around him just excellently.

“you gonna come on my cock, soldier?”

“only if you’ll let me, sergeant.”

his balls slap against your clit, wonderfully matching the dull tap he’s testing on your cervix. it doesn’t matter though as he’s repositioning constantly and brushing the forlorn parts, placing his fingers in a painstakingly strategic position on your clit.

“want you so bad, rick.” the words tumble out as rick brings another hand from the fat of your ass to your tit. the touch has you arching, gasping and clawing at the sheets. “rick, rick!”

“love hearin’ you say my name,” he’s grunting into your hair when he lowers himself down to fuck you deeper.

this new angle that rick’s fucking you at has you incoherent. hips pistoning you into the mattress and closer to the mounting heat in your core that was threatening to ruin rick’s sheets. the pressure has tears cascading down your cheeks. if it was lighter you’d see them on the sheets but your bleary eyes only take in pillow, as your cunt takes all of rick.

a palm pushing down on the flat of your back. you sink further into the bed, allowing rick to penetrate you deeper. this newfound depth has you face down with a single trembling clawed hand to the sheets.

“rick,” you’re croaking, crying out for him.

one more thrust of his hips and you swear he’s going to break you.

he mutters a “fuck” and croons deep;

“michonne.”

pt. 1

#the walking dead #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #the ones who live #rick grimes smut #twd towl #towl #twd imagine #twd smut #rick grimes imagine #rick x reader #twd #not beta read #p in v sex #blowy #reader has rick rabies #ditzy thought fr #happy towl sunday! #crm! rick #kinda mean rick 😳 #still getting the hang of writing smut #the pt 2 no one asked for #i’ve been needing to get this out so bad #grimesgirll

[bakudekublogblog]

it never stops being funny to me that people are bkdk antis in the year 2024 like “katsuki bullied izuku!! how dare you ship izuku with him” ??? take it up with izuku he’s is the one pining his ass off for him. I can’t make izuku not yearn for katsuki ??? I’m sorry I have observational skills?? izuku is just like that you think I can stop him??

#bakudeku #bkdk #izuku thinks he’s so blessed to even have an almost normal convo with him and gets all misty eyed thinking about it #izuku stares at katsuki like he’s the light of his life his hero #izuku swoons into his arms and has a pure rage form for whenever something bad happens to him #kacchan v deku pt 2 was him being like I FUCKING LOVED YOU OKAY I ADORED YOU YOU SHINE SO BRIGHTLY I LOVED YOU #like he’s just in love with him he was his first love and then they got divorced #and then they’re slowly coming back together and izuku falls even harder this is simply the plot of the manga #also how dare you be like Stop Shipping and tag the ship like who… are yiu?? #some raggedy ass bitch thinks they can tell me what to do with my precious little free time uhhh #maybe go outside and touch grass

[th3irin]

Paparazzi shot for @dudkalena beneath the cut.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk screenshots #kerry eurodyne #v cyberpunk #kerry eurodyne x male v #pre-concert kisses pt 2

[minticecodes]

[ID: 4 digital illustrations around the concept of fem!V. 1) Cartoony coloured illustration of V eating scaly demon meat with a blank expression. Blood splatters her face and chest. A stray hair dangles in her face. She grips the bones coming out of the meat in both hands like a cartoon hunk of meat. 2) Coloured illustration of V looking aside with Griffon perched on her shoulder. They're half shadowed in blue. 3) Hatchlined sketch of fem!V leaning on her cane with an unimpressed expression. She's tall and willowy, in pants rolled up to her calves, and corset under her coat.

4) 4 panel comic. Panel 1: Vergil and Dante walk forwards, Vergil in foreground, Dante in background. Dante (hands clasped behind head, curious expression) 'Say, Vergil.' Vergil (walking ahead, blankfaced): hm? Panel 2: Vergil looks behind to Dante. Dante (back to viewer, hands still clasped behind head): 'Ya got any clue why V looked like a lady?' Panel 3: Vergil looks aside in thought, represented by a 'loading' symbol. Panel 4: Vergil (expression unchanged, but with a transparent trans pride flag in the background): 'It must have been our mother's human half made manifest.' Dante: neat. Dante: Think I'd make for a cute babe? Vergil: 'Don't fool yourself.' End ID]

i think it would be neat if V/Vergil was a lady.

#devil may cry #v dmc5 #dmc #v dmcv #v devil may cry #genderbend #vergil #dante #in those first 2 pics please insert inane mental Griffon V conversations #cough ok the outfit isn't very original but it /was/ stolen from a guy. not much of a choice #after DMCV when Vergil figures out World of V she can go ham with a new wardrobe for V. #Perhaps a stereotypical poet look? Bellsleeves and fancy neckwear #which after some time becomes part of her usual wardrobe too #maybe i'll draw a pt 2

[fatalitysficbakery]

𓆰♥︎𓆪 Bad For Me. —

Jordan Li x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst (questionable, not there)/fluff/SMUT.

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

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↳ 𓆰 Fatalitysficbakery multifandomed &&’ oc menu #2 𓆪.

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She forces her way through the crowds, feeling herself bump into more than one frat boy being obnoxious on the dance floor, when she's finally pushed her way from everyone, her eyes darting around to the bar's seating area, not too many were there on account of the drinks keeping them busied.

She sighs until her attention is taken by a friend waving her over. Fixing the cowboy hat on her head, she makes her way over to them, a gentle smile on her face taking one of the seats next to Emma.

She doesn't notice them at first until she looks up and her smile immediately drops when they wink at her.

"Y/n? Earth to Y/n?" Marie snaps in front of her taking her attention away from the supe.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"I'm here, ma. I was...distracted. Far too many frat boys in that crowd."

"You didn't see anything you liked out there?" Emma asked, draping her arm around Y/n and passing her a shot.

Y/n smirks, downing her shot, head leaned against Emma's when she speaks, her eyes close for a second, meeting Emma's the moment they open again, shaking her head, "Nah, sweetheart. Ain't nothing for me on that floor, you know me."

"I do. You're very picky."

"I like it that way."

As she talks, a pair of eyes track her every movement like a hawk's, eyes barely leaving her to scope out the scene, when they do look away, it's like something pulls them right back to her, which was the wildest thing to them in all honesty. They'd disliked the supe the moment they first met. There was something about her that just pissed them off.

"You been awfully quiet, Jor." Cate speaks up, leaning forward to observe their every move. "Shifty eyes too. What's up?"

"I just need a shot. That reason enough?"

"I'll take it. For now."

Jordan's eyes roll, and now they're really trying their hardest not to look over at the witch, she had psychic abilities, they were sure she'd had them pinned the moment they talked, and if she did, she didn't let it on, looking at them curiously for a fraction of a moment that felt like hours in Jordan's eyes, every time her eyes met them it felt like she could see through to their soul, rip them open and dissect every flaw.

"I could...go get us some?" She offers, moving from her spot leaned on Emma, legs crossed one over the other. Cate's eyes break from Jordan knowingly, but no one really says a word, what's understood, after all...

"You stare any harder your eyes will pop out of your skull, kid." Cate pats the poor thing on the shoulder, grin stretching cheek to cheek.

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Jordan despises you, they despise your very existence, the way your platinum blonde curls frame your face, making your dark brown skin pop out in a way that could distract God from his toughest battles, your lips full and always glossed, black lipliner a staple combo for you, they'd noticed. They'd noticed a lot about you and that's what they hated. You were insufferable in a way that left their mouth watering for more.

A puzzle they were determined to solve.

When you had come back with the shots, they weren't surprised that you caught somebody's eyes. That's another thing they hated about you, they hated that anybody else could look at you and notice the beauty they'd been trying their damndest not to notice.

When you were about to sit down again, some jock who Jordan noticed had been eyeing you for quite some time, and Jordan wasn't exactly happy about it.

It happened so quick, everyone and no one was surprised when it did.

"I was wondering, if you, pretty thing would like to dance with little ole me?" He had the most infuriating southern accent possible and Jordan's jaw set immediately upon hearing it, stood up before you could utter an sentence in response, their form towering over you now as they look up at the douchebag, blonde with blue eyes and overwhelming steroids abuse.

"Move along, alright?" Jordan has a grin of all things on their face, like this was merely entertainment to them, their arms casually draping across your shoulder as if it was meant to be there.

"I was talking to the lady, Li."

"Yeah? You're talking to me now, Jeremy. You okay with that?"

Throughout this all, Y/n hadn't really uttered word, in complete shock that this was happening, I mean this was the same person that had just called you a nuisance a day prior.

"Man, I don't want a problem."

"So don't make one." Jordan's gaze burns into his soul, jaw clenched and eyes darker than they'd been before, they smile, eyes narrowing further.

Jeremy scoffs, turning to walk back off with his friends.

You just look up at Jordan in disbelief, mouth opened slightly.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

After that night Jordan was strangely quiet, you hadn't heard a peep out of them since then, no smartass remark, insult, it was complete silence. Though they lingered. Loomed.

It wasn't until you were pulled into an empty classroom, their scent taking up residence in your every sense, it's hard to pin what it reminds you of but you know what it feels like, and it's the most cliche thought you've ever had.

They just stared at you for a moment like they're trying to get a read on you, size you up, you feel exposed, naked as the day you were born despite the sweater she wore.

"You...You make me so unbelievably angry."

"I do? That's what this is? Anger?" You cock your head to the side, a smile threatening to appear on your lips, eyes so deep they drown in them. Jordan hisses, bringing you closer to them, their breath tickling your skin.

"Yeah that's what that is. Anger. We need to talk."

"I agree. Let's."

Jordan hoists you up onto the table, staring you down like it was their job to, before they speak, you beat them to the punch. "That was wild...What you did last weekend at the bar. For you especially. Wanna address it?"

"What? I didn't want him anywhere near you. So?"

"Since when did I become your problem?" You ask, your hands in your lap almost protectively like you were skeptical of how the situation would go, they could pratically smell the nerves on you, and it made them all the more...needy. Like you were the sundae to satiate their sweet tooth, before they knew it, their arm was snaking around your waist tugging you closer to them.

"You became my problem the second you got here, and I can't seem to get rid of you. I don't know what you're doing to me, darlin' but I..."

"You what?"

Their forehead presses against yours, holding you even tighter against them like you'd crumble if they were to let you go, something so fragile that only they could protect it. That's what you were to them. "I need you. Horribly. And it fucking sucks to have to admit it but there's...there's something about your freshie. Something that latches onto me and doesn't let go. Can't you feel it?"

"I always have." You respond coolly, your hand wrapping around their bicep, and it's absolutely far too late to turn back now nor do either of you want to. Neither of you want to ruin this.

"Then the jokes on me, huh Pretty girl?" They chuckle, pushing your legs apart to stand between them, they trap you between their arms their face unbelievably close to yours, "How could I not understand just how badly I needed you, sweetheart? You're something worse than a drug and I think we need to leave before I tear you apart right here right now." Their voice is deep in your ears, something that vibrates within you like a freight train.

There was nothing in their tone to suggest that they weren't completely serious in their quest to drag you off, you could see their self control dwindling before your very eyes and you knew that if it weren't soon, you'd be bent over a desk in some room a poor janitor would have to clean up later.

It's silent for a breath, but their hold on you only grows tighter, possessive like they were afraid of you vanishing.

Their breath kisses your skin, words a soft promise of their undoing.

"My place."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

It wasn't my fault, I don't know when the lines had become so muddied but having her by my side just felt insanely right to me, her perfume blanketing over me and imbedding every fucking detail of the witch into my psyche so deep I can never seem to get rid of it, and as she sat beside me singing her heart out to the radio, it furthers my obsession, she, my vice, and the neverending subject of my every thought.

She says something but I don't quite hear it, her scent drowns it all out, euphoria washes over me, and I can hear her rambling on about everything and nothing like she's already so comfortable in my presence.

My hand rests on her thigh, and I tune back in just enough to hear her ask me with a knowing smirk on her face like she could see right through me and then some, and I wouldn't be shocked if she could. That was the thing about her, she was always one step ahead and that's what pulled me to her.

"You weren't listening to a damn thing I said were you, Li?" She asked, leaning forward to look at me better, observing me so intensely I could feel myself growing an unbelievably deep shade of red that kinda irritated me. Maybe that's why I disliked her so much at first. She was the first person here to make me feel things I didn't wanna allow myself to ever feel, especially not with the path my life was headed.

It was her that made me wanna break all my rules, and I've always been a control freak. It was annoying to feel her pushing so hard at walls I thought I'd built so indestructibly. -- Now here she was looking at me with that damned smile of hers, staring through me and making me question everything I've ever known.

"I- Yeah, Um nah. I was a little distracted, I admit." I chuckle too nervously for my own liking, one hand on the wheel and the other squeezing the pretty thing's thigh; I always get a hit when she looks at me like I hold the world in the palm of my hands, and I can just feel my throat squeezing shut, my self control something so fragile when I'm near her.

"I see. What's on your mind?"

She asked me what was on my mind, I think that's when it snapped. I knew about this little hideaway, a spot away from the lights and the threat of being seen, and before I even realized it that's where we were, a shaded space away from everything with the woman I'd been fantasizing about for way too damned long for my liking, she was gonna be the fucking death of me if I didn't fix this.

"Cute. You know what's on my mind. Get your ass over here."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

She was in their lap within a breath or two, the car wasn't particularly spacious but it was enough for the two of them, a mess of desire ripping off each other's clothes with intent, it was almost like something necessary needed for them survive, something akin to oxygen itself.

Their hand reaches up to tug her head back, hands entangled in her curls, forcing her to look into their eyes directly.

"Ride me." The statement was so simple, so effortlessly whispered between them and it didn't...it didn't get to hang in the air too long either, unrequited was something this situation knew nothing of.

Her body was pressed so closely against them it was almost suffocating, her forehead against theirs when she was fully on top of them. Her chest heaves, their breathing and the sound of the music the only thing heard in the car, and it seemed they were determined to be the loudest things there.

They let out a sharp hiss when their cock is finally exposed to the air and it takes not even a moment for her cunt, dripping so shamelessly, to hover over their hardened length, leaving a heat so lethal to wash over them.

They grip their hand around her neck, tugging her even closer, eyes searching hers with an intensity so palpable it could be cut with a knife. Their hands roam over her like they'd been itching to explore her for a while now and god had they ever been. They'd been absolutely thirsting for it.

"Safeword. Let me hear it."

"I don't know, fucking lime?"

She and Jordan look at each other silently, the hand on the clock ticking ahead before both burst into laughter, Jordan's hands gripping her hips tightly within their palms, the way they look at each other intense, heated, and filled with mutual affection for the other party. "Lime? Fucking lime?"

"You asked for a safeword, I panicked!"

"Yeah?" Their finger trails down her neckline, eyes locking on hers, hands moving her hips in time with their thrusts, a low groan tumbling out of their lips, fingers digging into her asscheeks, pulling as close as they could get her. Closer, if possible.

The way her words die out on her lips, their free hand wrapping around her neck, taking in Y/n's scent, they get closer.

"God you're so fucking cute. Look at that, you're speechless for once in your life. No talking back right now, sweetheart?"

"You...I want you to kiss my ass." She responds, but her voice is weakened, an air of vulnerability washing over her. Jordan catches onto it without much effort on their part, one look at the poor thing and it was clear she was nothing more than putty in their hands. Melting right between their fingers.

"You and I both know you can do better than that. You have done better than that...Where's that spark now, doll?"

Their hand reaches down to pinch her clit between their fingers, breath ghosting over their lips, a shit-eating mischievous-looking smirk on their face, they can practically feel her ending begin.

"Speak up, baby. Be loud for me."

Their hips angle for her g-spot, and with a particularly hard push, they feel her clench around them, cock twitching sensitively when she grips them like a vice and she obliges their requests, singing a pretty little song, all for their utter euphoria.

The way her face twists up, eyebrows knitting, and eyes squeezed tight, lips parted to let a scream out, one so desperately needy it sends them over the edge immediately, their seed spilling into the witch and arms grabbing her tighter without any intent to let go.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

They had to spar the day after, the little witch could feel her limbs aching with every step she'd taken and unfortunately it was only going to get worse; She could see Jordan looking at her with a determination so familiar in their gaze that it made her shiver. She knew she wasn't safe despite what had happened last night.

"Seriously?" She glances at them, narrowing her eyes their way.

"You're not safe because you're sexy, get your ass up."

Y/n silently nods to herself, standing up to get herself prepared, sighing airily, that familiar confident grin shows up on her face. "Fine. Let me beat your ass and shut you the fuck up."

"That shouldn't be so... C'mon, let's go. You're going down, freshie."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: happy 21st birthday to me bitchhhh!!!!!!!!!!! here's my lil late lil birthday fic I guess <33.

#fatalitysficbakery #fatalitysficbakery multifandomed n oc menu pt. 2 #gen v #gen v scenarios #gen v fanfiction #jordan li #jordan li x reader #jordan li fanfiction #jordan li scenarios #jordan li fic #jordan li smut #fanfic #scenarios #my writing #my writings #writing #fics #my fics #fanfiction #writings #fic #x black fem reader #black yn #black reader #x black reader #black authors #x black y/n #x black yn #multifandom #multifandom masterlist

[zxmm4]

#jimin moodboard #jimin #jimin icons #jimin layouts #jimin headers #bts icons #bts #bts moodboard #rm icons #jhope icons #jin icons #jungkook icons #v icons #suga icons #park jimin #Jm #pjm icons #pjm #kpop icons #jimin set me free pt 2 #set me free #messy icons #jimin packs

[a-singing-carebear]

I- I have a major problem..... AAAAHFGHZDFJDSGFJFD!!!!

In a spend of less than a month: 2 new shows 4 returning shows And 3 that come out every week I'M SO EXCITED

#shows overload pt.2 #like i'm not complaining #but holy moly #memes #castlevania nocturne #gen v #our flag means death #pantheon #rick and morty

[jkjmbtsarmy]

FAKE LOVE/Airplane pt. 2 ✰ photos 2

#bts #jungkook #jimin #namjoon #rm #taehyung #v #jhope #hoseok #yoongi #suga #seokjin #jin #bts fake love/airplane pt. 2

[cupidzrock-net]

💐 happy valentines day ~💕

#i don't like how most things turned out but w/e #pt. 1 gift for my bf !!!!!! #i wanted to something more than art but #i was v short on time due to.. #1. my tablet being broken #2. a friend's bday #3. i gotta update this blog w fanart every month !!!!!!!!! #maybe i can do it for our anniversary <3 #higurashi #i also need to make a lil ref sheet of my hcs my god i hate going thru a bunch of art files to color pick LMFAOAOA #higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi fanart #higurashi when they cry #miirena #mion sonozaki #rena ryuugu #my art

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando and Fisi pictures that I like and enjoy a normal amount (pt. 1: 2005)

#please please please lmk in the tags which are your favs and why #ill go first: the one where theyre holding up the engine in a very babygirl way and the one where theyre being picked up #but also all the post aus gp ones(the ones where they're holding hands above their heads) #ALSO THE ONES OF THEM IN STRIPED SUITS IT IS SERVING CORRUPT MAFIA MEN #actually i need to stop before i list every pic...like the point of the post is that i love all these pics.... #anyways i think theyre v endearing to me as a duo bcs theyre relatively the same height and those cute renault suits make them look shorter #so theyre like twins or smth to me LOL #(btw i was so surprised to learn that fisi is almost a decade older than nando! they rly dont look that much different in age) #also this is not an insult btw but fisi is endearing to me bcs his smile always looks like hes looking directly into the sun LOLOL #i think at some point i should rly make a fisi comp post bcs i ended up saving a lot of pics of him bcs he is my unexpected blorbo #these are all def 2005 but if not feel free to come admonish me for mixing up djkskd #ill make a 2006 pt 2(bcs ive yet to delve into those archives just yet) #i could probably make a 2005 pt2 honestly bcs i have like uhhhhh...2-3x the amnt of pics here of them! #so yeah lmk if you would like those too :) the grind never stops in terms of deep diving pics #this post kinda makes me wish i made photo highlight posts along w my post-race gifs #also if you want to enquire as to what race/event a specific pic is feel free to drop an ask or dm #fernando alonso #giancarlo fisichella #renault #2005 formula 1 #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #renault nando #fa14 #fisico #fisi #we do a little bit of f1

[virescent-v]

phone tag pt. 2

Summary: Emily finally comes home!

Warnings: Again, this is straight up porn. Minors, DNI. This ain't for you. A little derogatory talk if you squint, strap-on use, blah blah blah, the typical smut.

Word Count: 4.4k+

Read part one: here

Emily had thought that the case would wrap up in a day or two. But, like usual, the case was unpredictable and the unsub was more clever than they gave him credit for. 

The case was still ongoing. 

It had been three more days since you had almost gotten Emily caught talking dirty to you while at the precinct. 

You haven’t been able to cum since. 

You tried. Oh, boy, did you try. But every single time you got close, you just couldn’t get off. You weren’t sure what was happening. What was holding you back. At first you thought that it was just the lingering embarrassment from almost being caught, but that quickly passed. Then you thought it was just from missing Emily. That you wanted it to be her hands touching you, fucking you. And, while part of that was true, your cunt kept throbbing, ruining many pairs of panties. 

Of course, Emily had no idea how bad you were struggling. You’d not had the chance to talk on the phone anymore since the incident. She’d sent you a few texts here and there, but the whole team was incredibly busy, running themselves ragged trying to catch the unsub. 

So, here you lay. Wide awake after midnight. Alone in your and Emily’s bed. Wetter than you’ve ever been. Hornier than you can ever remember being. 

You contemplated just trying to go to sleep. You thought about taking a cold shower. 

But you knew the incessant pulsating of your clit was going to keep you awake for hours regardless of what you did to try to stop it. 

So, you thought about touching yourself again. Just to see if you could get off to get some relief. You wish Emily were here to help, but your options were to try or to just suffer. 

And you never backed down from a challenge. 

Your fingers started to slowly graze over your body. You felt goosebumps erupt over your arms, sending a chill down your spine. You let out a little whimper. Oh, how you wish Emily could hear you. You knew how much she loved to hear all the noises you make for her. 

You stopped. 

Maybe you could let her listen to you. 

Your legs twitched with the thought. 

Reaching over to the nightstand beside your bed, you grabbed for your phone. You opened the voice memo app. You paused for just a second, wondering if it was a good idea. 

Not second guessing yourself, you hit record and laid back down on the bed. 

The idea of touching yourself, recording yourself, so that Emily could listen to you sent your heart racing. You trailed your hands over your breasts, playing with your already hard nipples. You’ve never really had super sensitive breasts, but the thought of Emily listening to you had turned you on so much you couldn’t help the little whimper that escaped. 

You were already so worked up, you didn’t feel the need to linger. You trailed one hand down, gasping at how wet you really were. You teased one finger up and down your slit, spreading your wetness around. You could feel how hard you were breathing and wondered if Emily would be able to hear it on the recording. If she’d be able to tell exactly what you were doing to yourself in her absence. 

You finally gently circled around your clit with one finger, throwing your head back at the sensation. The moan you let out was indecent. Loud, guttural. You swirled your finger around your clit, putting a little more pressure. You felt the pleasure shoot through your core before shooting through the rest of your body. It made your toes curl, a whispered, “fuck, Em,” leaving your parted lips. 

You imagined Emily alone in her hotel room, opening her messages to an audio file from you. She’d likely be confused at first. You’ve never sent her audio messages before. Her eyebrows would likely be furled, she might even be chewing at the skin of her thumb from her not knowing what’s on the audio. 

You wish you could see the look on her face when she realized exactly what the audio was, how her mouth would part in arousal and excitement. She’d probably get a little smirk on her face from realizing how worked up you were all from the thought of her. She’d grip her phone a little tighter at the needy whimpers and breathy sighs you let out, feeling her own wetness starting to drip down her legs. 

Your breath stuttered at the image, your finger rubbing tighter, harder circles around your throbbing nub. Imagining Emily listening to your audio was doing wonders for your arousal and you knew you’d be able to get off this time. You wanted to make sure she understood how much you missed her, how crazy you were about her, and how much you wished it were her fingers pumping deep inside you. 

As you thrust two fingers into your tight cunt, you couldn’t help the rough, gravelly sob you let out. Wet noises filled the room each time you pushed in and pulled out. You were almost sure she’d be able to hear it on the audio file. Biting your lip, you were overcome with pleasure, your legs shaking from how close you already were. “Shit, Em, fuck. I wish you were here.” 

Your thrusts started to pick up speed the second your fingers made contact with that special spot inside you. You were close. Closer than you have been in the past few days of you trying to cum without Emily being here. The moans and whimpers were coming faster. You could feel the pressure building in your lower stomach, your muscles starting to clench. You reached your other hand down and started rubbing your clit in time with your thrusts. A few fast, solid circles and you felt your cunt clench down around your fingers, wetness spilling down your wrist. “Oh, god, Emily!” 

You fucked yourself through your orgasm, slowing your fingers to match the pulsating of your pussy. You whimpered a little at removing your fingers, feeling sated but empty. You tried to calm down your breathing, taking a few shuddering breaths to regain control. “I love you, Em. See you soon.” 

You ended the audio. 

Not letting second thoughts get the best of you, you attached it to a text following it up with a quick, “I miss you. I wouldn’t listen to this around anyone else.” 

You hit send. 

*** 

You were gently pulled from sleep from the feeling of something soft trailing over your skin, almost tickling in nature. Whatever it was gently caressed your leg, moved up towards your hip, trailed around your soft belly, lingered on your breasts, before ending at your upper chest and neck. You were further lulled from your slumber by the slight rumble of a very familiar giggle. 

“Mhh, good morning, Em,” you drawled, your voice still rough from sleep. 

You could hear the smile in her voice. “Good morning, baby. How’d you know it was me and not some intruder?” You could feel her gaze on your body, the slight raise of her eyebrow. 

You smiled. “I know that laugh and that touch anywhere, love.” 

You finally opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the early morning light that was trailing in through your curtains. You turned your head, taking in the sight of your beautiful girlfriend who was kneeled on the bed beside you. She was still wearing her slacks and a white button down shirt with a couple of extra buttons undone. She looked a little tired, no doubt exhausted from the case, but also a little mischievous. 

As her smirk grew, you woke up more. 

“So, I got an interesting text while on the jet,” Emily said. 

You cleared your throat, attempting to sit up. “Oh?” 

Emily’s hand on your chest stopped you from making too much progress. “Uh huh.” She paused, continuing to trail her hand over your skin. “Of course, it was followed by ‘don’t listen around anyone’ so I went into the bathroom, popped in my headphones, and listened to it.” 

Her hand was just barely grazing over your skin, leaving goosebumps all over you, tightening your nipples to solid points. You’re not sure how she managed to uncover you without you realizing, but the cool air of the apartment was only helping her. 

“And? What was it?” You were going to play dumb. You still couldn’t figure out how Emily felt about it, but guessing from her touching you she likely wasn’t upset about it. 

“It was a very salacious audio file of a naughty little slut making herself cum without permission.” 

You gulped. While you expected maybe a little teasing from Emily, maybe even a little bit rougher of a fucking, you kind of weren’t expecting any punishment. You knew she likely figured out how courageous you had to be to even record it and send it in the first place, but you figured she’d save it and listen to it later. You expected a cute little love making when she got home. But, judging from her body language, you were in for it. 

“Oh, uhm. Well. She probably just wanted her ma’am to know how much she missed her while she was gone.” 

Emily scoffed a little before laughing. “Good girls wait, don’t touch themselves without permission, and ask to cum. She did none of these.” Emily pinched at your erect nipple, making you jolt a little from the slight pain. “Why should I not tease her, edge her, and ruin her orgasms for a while to show her who she belongs to?” 

You whimpered, mostly because you could tell it was a serious question and Emily expected a serious answer. 

“I missed you, ma’am. I just wanted you to know how much. Plus, I figured you could save it and listen to it when you missed me, too. I didn’t mean to make you upset, but I had been so fucking horny for days and didn’t know when you’d get back to help me.” You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, stuck your bottom lip out just a little more than usual, and made sure your eyes were conveying how much you really were sorry. You knew it was a look that drove Emily crazy, and was one you used to your advantage often. 

Emily shook her head slightly. “I missed you, too, angel. And it was so hot to hear you moan for me. All I could think about on the ride back to Quantico was how much I missed you and all of the ways I was going to show you how much.” Emily straddled you, finally cluing you into the fact that she was packing. 

You couldn’t help but grab her hips and squirm. 

Emily grabbed both of your hands, pulling them above your head and pinning them down. This new position put her face so close to yours. You could smell the minty gum she had been chewing on the drive home. Your eyes trailed back and forth between hers, your breath starting to pick up as you continued to wiggle beneath her. You could feel your wetness growing at finally having your love here. 

“These stay here for now,” she said, pressing down slightly harder, making sure you knew that you weren’t meant to move your hands from above your head. 

She kissed you lightly, a way to check in and to show how much she missed you. However, she didn’t linger, quickly moving down the side of your neck, zeroing in on the spot behind your ear that drove you crazy. You grunted, tilting your head to the side so she’d have more room. 

She left one more quick peck there before continuing down, circling your one nipple with her tongue, sucking at it briefly. She trailed over to your other breast, doing the same to that one. She moved back toward the center of your chest, making sure to glance up at you every so often. 

Your hands were still above your head, which was thrown back into the pillow below it. Your mouth was parted slightly, your breath coming in short little bursts. Your eyes were closed, helping you to focus solely on the feel of Emily’s mouth on you. 

She continued lower, circling your navel with her tongue, dipping into it slightly. It was a spot that always made you giggle from the slight tickle of it. 

Before you knew it, she was positioned between your spread legs, her hands on your thighs to keep them apart. You glanced down at her, reveling in her mouth being so close to where you wanted it most. “Please, Em, please.” 

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.” 

She licked one broad, slow stroke straight up the center of your clit, getting the first taste of you for the day. The moan she let out turned you on even more. You know how much Emily enjoys eating you out; she often made you cum on her face multiple times in a row before moving on. 

She wasted no time before diving back in, focusing her attention on your throbbing clit. Her tongue alternating between broad circles using the flat of her tongue or sharp, quick flicks with the tip. Her constant changing did nothing but further drive your arousal up, never letting you reach your peak. 

You could feel yourself starting to squirm harder, your hands gripping tightly at sheets beside your head. You tried rolling your hips up into her face, trying to direct her movements. You could feel Emily smirk against you before pinning your hips down more tightly so you couldn’t buck up into her anymore. 

She started to focus more on quick flicks against you, it almost felt like she was vibrating against you. You could feel your peak getting closer, the coil in your belly tightening to almost uncomfortable. 

You could feel your orgasm just on the precipice before she stopped, completely pulling away from you. 

“Emily!” 

She smiled wide. “You didn’t think I’d let you come that easily after the stunts you’ve pulled in the past few days?” 

You groaned. “But you enjoyed them!” You could feel the pout beginning to form, wanting to cross your arms in indignation. 

Emily pinched at the skin of your hip. “Lose the attitude, princess. You’re only going to get what you deserve.” 

Before you could retort something that would likely dig you into a deeper hole, Emily swiftly thrust a finger into your soaked cunt. 

“Fuck!” 

Emily set a furious pace, making sure to curl her finger upwards on the outstrokes. She quickly found your g-spot, her knowledge of your body helping her to play your body easily.

 You looked down at her between your legs, groaning at the look of concentration on her face, the way her forearm flexed with each movement of her arm. 

You could feel your pussy pulsating around her finger, almost as if it was trying to grip her and pull her deeper inside of you. You could feel the wetness leaving your body at a frantic pace, the sounds of her fucking you echoing in the quiet of your room. She finally directed all of her attention at fingering your g-spot in an almost frantic manner and you could feel the beginnings of your orgasm climbing again. 

“Please, please, please ma’am. Please let me cum,” you almost sobbed. 

“Oh, look who knows how to ask for permission now?” She asked cockily, her voice steady despite the fact that her finger was almost jackhammering inside of you. 

“I’m sorry, Em! Shit. I need to cum, please, baby,” you begged. 

Emily leant down, her tongue finding home on your aching clit again. Her thrusts, somehow, seemed to get stronger, deeper, faster. The pressure inside of you was growing exponentially, all encompassing, practically overwhelming every synapse in your body. You wanted to cry with how much you wanted to cum right now. 

Just as the pressure reached its peak, Emily pulled out of you, lifted her tongue off of your clit, and backed away from you. 

“No! Emily Prentiss! Get back inside me right now!” You slammed your hand down on the bed in frustration. You were so close to cumming and she ruined it. Again. You sniffled slightly. “You’re being so mean, Em.” The pout was back in full force and this time, you did cross your arms across your chest in annoyance. This was worse than not being able to get yourself off for days. 

Emily tossed her head back and laughed. Actually full belly chuckled. “You look so cute when you pout, baby.” Her hands caressed your thighs and hips. “But you don’t get to call the shots here. I do.” Her hands traveled back up your body, pinching at both of your nipples hastily. She leaned down, kissing the pout off of your lips. She pulled back slightly, whispering against your mouth, “Now turn over.” 

You moaned. You hoped Emily was finally going to fuck you with her cock. You on your hands and knees is one of her favorite positions to fuck you in. You immediately rolled onto your stomach, pulling yourself up so you were on your hands and knees, making sure you stuck your ass out enough that she could still catch a glimpse of your swollen, needy cunt. 

“Please, ma’am. Please fuck me hard. Fast. However you want. Just get inside me.” 

Emily’s hands gripped your ass, spreading you apart to get a better look at you. “Look how needy you are. My little slut, begging for my cock. What would everyone think if they knew how much of a whore you are for me, hm?” Her hands grabbed more firmly when she heard how filthily you moaned. 

“I knew it, you like being my little slut, don’t you?” 

Your brain was on overload. You could barely focus on anything other than Emily’s hands on you. You pushed your hips back, trying to entice her to get to fucking you. 

Emily slapped your ass, the sound reverberating through the room. You pushed back again, moaning louder, your head dropping down to the mattress. “Fuck,” you whispered. 

“Answer me, angel.” 

You swallowed thickly. “Yes, ma’am. I enjoy being your good little slut.” Your breath stuttered on almost every word. You could feel your blood racing through your arteries and veins. Emily knew how to rile you up, challenge your kinks, and manipulate your body into hyperdrive. 

If you didn’t get to cum soon, you might break down, or worse, take matters into your own hands. You were almost delirious with pleasure, constant pulsations of arousal shooting all over your body. 

Emily’s hands continued to move around your hips, ass, and thighs, keeping your arousal buzzing, but not enough to get you off. You wanted her to just fuck you already, kept pushing your hips back to make contact with her front, but she kept moving back out of the way. 

“Emily, fuck, I can’t take much more of this,” you panted. You tried to rub your legs together, tried to grind down into the bed, just to get some friction where you wanted it most, but at every attempt Emily held you still, forcing you to groan in frustration. 

“Aw, my poor baby. If only you hadn’t been so naughty,” she said, putting one of her hands between your legs and teased your outer lips. It felt good, but it definitely was nowhere near the amount of pressure you actually craved. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You could feel the frustrated, overstimulated tears starting and you didn’t want to release them. But everything about Emily turned you on. Her voice, the way she touched you, how she carried herself. She didn’t really need to even be touching you to have you in a frenzy. “I’ll do anything, ma’am, to make it up to you.” 

Emily chuckled. “I love watching you descend into a begging, pleading, needy mess.” Her fingers between your legs started rubbing quicker, with more pressure. “And you certainly will make it up to me, baby. But for now? I want you to cum hard for me until you can’t remember your own name.” 

You’re not sure how she managed it, how you didn’t notice one of her hands leaving your body to undo her zipper, but somehow Emily had gotten her cock free from her pants. The second it made contact with your overheated cunt you let out a moan that was needy, husky, and rasping. You all but choked on the air you were trying to get into your lungs. 

Emily wasted no more time teasing you, as she could read your body better than anyone. Her first thrust into you was slow, but strong, letting you accommodate the new, thick intrusion. She stilled once she was all the way inside, not wanting to hurt you. Once you bucked your hips back, silently asking for movement, all bets were off. 

Emily snapped her hips back and forth at a rapid, energetic pace. She made sure to push down with her cock on the thrusts in and pull up on the thrusts out. It felt like she was stretching you wider than you’ve ever been before, the feeling of her inside you overwhelming. You couldn’t focus on anything other than the feel of her inside, how tight you were around her, how with every thrust in your pussy clamped down as if trying to keep her inside. You weren’t even sure if you were breathing anymore, not that it mattered. 

All that mattered was how utterly incredible it felt to finally be on the receiving end of Emily’s fucking. 

The noises you were making were barely recognizable, a few ‘oh gods,’ ‘fucks,’ and ‘Emilys’ thrown in here and there. But the momentum of every push and pull from you made your voice catch, your breath stutter, and your eyes roll back. 

Emily could tell you were getting close just from how tightly your cunt was squeezing at her as she moved within you. She grabbed your shoulder, raising your torso to hers. Your back pressed securely to her front, her hips still able to move back and forth, the sound of slapping skin reverberating throughout the room. One of her hands held securely around your middle, keeping you plastered to her. The other made its way up your body, grasping tightly at a breast before gripping around your throat. Her breath was heavy and hot against your ear, but it still managed to send tingles down your spine. 

“I can feel you squeezin’ me tight, angel. I can feel how close you are.” Her hips were still frantically fucking into you. Her athleticism was so appreciated when it came to fucking you. 

Her hand around your throat tightened. Her other hand moved down to your core, a finger making contact with your oversensitive clit. “Now, be a good girl and cum for me,” she cooed. Her finger on your clit started rubbing back and forth just as furiously as her cock pumping into you. “Cum hard all over my cock, baby. Now.” 

“Oh, God! Fuck! Emily!” Your pussy clamped down hard on her as your body shook with intense tremors, euphoric pleasure shooting out around your body, making your breath catch. Emily kept pushing into you as you rode out your orgasm, making it seem like it lasted minutes. She let go of your upper body, allowing you to fall back to the mattress. 

Just as your peak started to taper off, Emily’s pace picked back up. “You’re going to cum again for me, angel,” she panted. She put her hands on your hips, forcing you to hold still, essentially fucking you into the mattress. From this angle, your clit had just enough friction from the thrusts against the bed, and you could feel your arousal skyrocket again. 

You could feel yourself climbing the peak again, more quickly than last time. Before you could tell Emily to slow down so you could enjoy the ride, she gripped your hair in one hand, forcing your head back. The slight pain and dominance of your body catapulted you closer to the edge. 

“Ready to cum hard again for me, pretty girl?” You could feel yourself start to nod, but your whole body froze in intense pleasure when Emily reached down and turned on the vibrations of her cock. The sensation was strong causing flutters to erupt from deep within your core. 

“Ughn, Em, fuck!”  

Your mouth was wide open, trying to gasp in the air you needed. It felt like your whole body was on fire, your skin electric, every movement spine-tingling. The vibrations were too much, like your brain didn’t know how to process what was happening to you. You weren’t able to vocalize how concentrated your pleasure was, how much your body felt like it was in a completely different state of being. 

With a few more abrupt, deep thrusts, and a well timed smack to your ass, your body exploded in euphoria. You made a few indistinguishable sounds, your voice failing you as the pleasure took hold. The tremors this time were more intense, you could feel your wetness soak Emily’s cock as she continued to thrust, dragging out this orgasm. 

As your high started to settle, you whimpered as Emily pulled completely out of you. You were too blissed out to ask what she was doing, but she quickly moved down, using her tongue to clean you up as best as she could, avoiding your more sensitive areas. 

As you tried to catch your breath, Emily moved up, laying her body on yours, trying to help soothe your overactive nervous system. Her lips trailed lazily over your shoulders, her hand trailing through your hair. Everything she was doing was to calm your sweaty, sensitive body back down. 

You tried to talk, but your throat was dry from screaming, from uttering nonsense while she was fucking you. 

“Shhh, baby. Just relax. Sleep, if you need to.” Emily’s hands continued to move across your skin, this time to subdue you, console you, and bring you down gently. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement, succumbing to your exhaustion, letting the gentle touches of your love lure you into a dreamy, sated slumber.

**

A/N: heheheheh 🤭 thanks for reading!

#emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x you #virescent v fanfic #phone tag pt 2 #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x reader

[grimesgirll]

“good fucking girl.”

is definitely not something rick should be saying to his best friend’s girlfriend - especially not with his cock halfway down her throat.

the moment shane had stepped out for a run with glenn and michonne, you and rick were all over each other. you couldn’t handle sneaking into rick’s bed down the hall anymore. you were bound to end up in his lap on the sectional, pawing at him like a bitch in heat.

it’s not that shane didn’t fuck you; he took every chance he got. you’re just enamored with rick. ever since your boyfriend had “shared” you with his fellow officer, rick had been on your mind.

the way his brown constable’s jacket fit against his muscles when they flexed. the glint of his chocolate curls. how good he is with judith.

rick gets you goin’ in a way shane hasn’t for quite some time. he was right when he got you down on your knees back at the rest stop. you did look at rick like you wanted to drain him and then have him bend you over and fuck you silly - and that’s what ended up happening.

ever since that day, shane got off on toying with you and having you sit on rick’s cock in addition to his own. he uttered excuses about the stresses of their new duties as constable but you just slid down your denim skort and squealed the occasion away.

you’re quiet now, nice and muffled on rick’s dick as you swallow around him. the motion has him twitching in your mouth. wanting to finish off inside of you for the night, the thick length in your mouth is withdrawing and suddenly you’re in that familiar face down position again.

“so wet, baby,” rick remarks in awe as his length brushes your slippery entrance.

you’re squeezing your thighs together - trapping him between the pillowy soft surfaces. “rick,” you cry. “c’mon, already.”

“what’d we say?”

you swallow, a tear from how needy you are sliding down your cheek. “please, sir.”

you could care less if shane walked in right now. as long as rick keeps driving his hips into yours and breathing your name like a prayer, you’ll be content. content to get fucked silly by the man before he takes you in his arms and spends the night with a hand on your waist and his nose buried in your hair.

that’s after though.

now, you’re being nearly fucked up the couch.

rick’s just enjoying the way your sweet little cunt grips him like it needs him. the little thing sucks him in even better than your mouth.

and you’re a whole other story. sweat sticking to your glistening forehead, you’re babbling incoherent thoughts, strung out on the cock molding you to his shape.

your slick is pooling around rick like he’s in the fucking atlantic. so close to losing it all over him already, you’re making an absolute mess of the couch that you’ll have to resolve before shane gets home. don’t want him suffering from any fear of missing out.

the man is swept from your mind when rick absolutely crams his cock inside of your clinging cunt. the kiss to your cervix is enough for you to start seeing spots around the older man making you take his cock so well.

every time you park your pussy on rick’s thick dick and come, you ground down, grasp his hand, do anything to get as close as possible. feeling him to skin to skin is second only to feeling him fill you up. the filthy praises coming from his lips come close as well.

“fuck, baby, so nice and tight. you want me to come inside you, huh? have shane come home to this pussy all messy?”

you’re shaking your head like you have any idea what you’re asking for. “yes, rick! i want you to make a mess of my pussy.”

“then come all over this cock, honey.”

“mhmm, rick, i-,”

“that’s it.”

“i love how deep you are, rick-,” you’re bumbling like an idiot and muttering a string of “i love you”s as the dam bursts and you come undone on rick’s cock.

the pulsing warmth beneath you is accompanied by a husky, “i love you too,” and a chorus of your name into your shoulder as rick used his horsecock to fuck you two through your climaxes.

the friction on your clit heightens the heat surrounding you and flooding into you from rick. you’re almost overwhelmed by the bruising kisses rick purples onto your neck as he gathers you on top of him.

“you did so good, honey,” he’s praising you and you’re just nodding, humming, “thank you”s and “i know”s until he’s bear hugging you again. the way he nuzzles into your neck from behind and exhales into your hair is enough for you to forget trudging up to bed and drift off into rick’s touch right there.

you’re already asleep in his arms but he takes the time to stroke your hair and kiss up and down your temples. god, he loves getting this time with you to himself - even if you’re asleep.

with you pressed against him and your heartbeat thrumming, the world is still and rick realizes something - he’s never letting you go.

#the walking dead #rick grimes #shane walsh #rick grimes x reader #shane walsh x reader #rick grimes smut #shane walsh smut #twd #twd smut #twd imagine #twd rick #rick grimes imagine #rick x reader #shane walsh imagine #jon bernthal #andrew lincoln #not beta read #blowy #p in v sex #the pt 2 no one asked for #ditzy thought fr #angst #I had so much fun writing this #the best fics are spontaneous #grimesgirll

[breezypunk]

hardcore nomads, amirite?

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realized it's not a shippy day without bebs. I miss them. ♥

#cyberpunk 2077 #shippy saturday pt. 2 #otp: golden hues #goro takemura #oc: vaughn leblanc #takemura x v #nomad v #nomad goro #my screenshots #- #here is a half ass thing I did at the last second cos I wanted to see them #I also wanted to utilize these poses really badly lmao #so we get a second post cos I can and cos why not? ♥ #:)

[rollercoasterwords]

seven sentence sunday monday

ty @closetfascination 4 the tag!! <3 here r the last few sentences i wrote in the werewolf fighting ring au (cheating a little i think this is technically 8 shhh)

"After this is over," he says, staring down at the carpet, "I'm done."

Remus pauses. After a moment, he says, quietly,

"I thought you might be."

Sirius looks up. Their eyes meet. Remus smiles, a little scrap of a thing.

"What's the matter, Black?" he asks, "Sad you couldn't save me?"

no-pressure tags: @steelycunt @dykefever @pomegranate-pill @suspendedinbush @mayescapade @mayzarbewithyou @twisted-tales-told @little-shit-soph @fruity-individual @pretentiouswreckingball <3

#i am!!!!! almost done!!!! w part 1!!!! #everyone clap + cheer....i think she's gonna hit 50k words 😳 #BUT i am going 2 email my beta reader this week 2 see if she is willing 2 help check britishisms on this fic as well as the zombie one #and if she says YES then i will send her ch 1 #and THEN once she sends it back british-proofed + i finish up pt. 1....posting time!!!! #v exciting #wfrau

[seoul-bros]

Now this is cute

It's been a bit of a Vmin day. When I woke up this morning, I saw this little ARMY-V interaction on Weverse. Seems like everyone is getting caught up in the excitement of Jimin's imminent release.

Then I watched the BTS Photofolio Reaction video and this was Jimin's reaction to V's photofolio.

Beaming from ear to ear and the praise didn't stop there.

He even gave him a new nickname

Twitter Link

Jungkook also got in on the praise action. Jin's reaction reminds me of Han and Leia at the end of TESB.

And a little bit of role reversal going on here.

And now we know why Jimin jumped out of his seat when he saw JHope's photofolio.

He was reacting to these photos which have been dubbed Hobi's Legolas look by BTS.

Link to Part I Reaction Video

Me, Myself and BTS members Reaction Video

Post Date: 16/03/2023

#bts #bangtan #rm #suga #jin #jhope #jimin #v #jungkook #vmin #set me free pt 2 is coming #jhope's legolas look #jikook