wandanatswitch - Tumblr blog

wandanatswitch · 3 days

Text

Do What You Have To Do

Pairing: Biker! Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader

Summary: Months after you made the final decision to leave your girlfriend’s illegal lifestyle, she finds you and she wants answers.

Translations: detka (baby)

Warnings: Angst, depression, isolation, Dark Thoughts, mentions of dark thoughts, language warning, mentions of drinking, mentions of guns | 1.7K

Buying a lakeside house in the mountains of Tahoe to get as far away from your now ex girlfriend and her motorcycle club wasn't easy, but you knew you had to do it. You needed a new start, a new life, a new beginning and as painful as it was, you knew you had to leave everybody you knew and loved behind. Your friends and close family members would never understand your reasonings to leave but it was better for everybody this way, at least that's what you thought.

You weren't even sure how you got to this point. At first, dating Yelena was like a dream and she made you feel so many things you had never felt before. Fast forward three years later and things weren't the same. You knew exactly what her role in her motorcycle club was, you knew exactly that things were never how they seemed, you knew the activities that went on behind the closed doors of the club. You were simply her old lady; you had a role to play. It was a lifestyle you grew to hate the more you knew about it.

So, you waited for Yelena to ride off with the others to the bigger clubhouse in Ohio before you packed your belongings and closing the door of what once was your shared home, not a single word to tell Yelena where you were going or why you were leaving, not even a note. That was seven months ago. Seven months ago, you left everything you knew behind, seven months ago since you spoke a single word to anybody you cared about, seven months ago since you left your heart behind.

You didn't make a name for yourself in your new hometown, you got a job at the local café; adopted a cat from the shelter and kept to yourself the best you could, isolating yourself from everybody around you. Only spoke when spoken too, only smiled when smiled too, only waved if waved too. It was hard to see any form of light at the end of the tunnel, you thought surely by now that Yelena would be worried or anybody for that matter, but you had to remind yourself why you left in the first place.

Seeing everybody around you look so happy and letting your mind run towards thoughts of how things might be if you weren't there anymore, you were convinced the happiness of those you loved and cared about wouldn't change and maybe that was where the idea to leave first came to mind.

Eventually you knew that you'd have to give Yelena answers for your decision. Every day you thought about the day you'd see her again, sometimes even thought about sending her a letter but would she even bother reading it? You weren't sure how she was feeling or if she even cared that you had left. That day came one Wednesday afternoon, shortly after you had finished dinner you heard the loud roaring sound of a Harley Davidson rolling up the dirt road of your driveaway. Your heart sunk to your stomach when you stepped onto your front porch and watched the blonde park her bike and remove her helmet.

"You've done well for yourself" she said as she walked up the four stairs of your front porch with a hint of pain in her voice. You took a deep breath as she came closer, the smell of her perfume mixed with gasoline and cigarettes took you back to the last time you saw her. Just looking into her eyes, you knew she was hiding the hurt you caused.

"How'd you find me?" You asked, your arms crossed over your stomach.

"It wasn't easy, but I had Darcy run your old credit card details, found you purchased a place here before you cancelled the card" she replied with a slight frown in her brows. "So, are you going to let me in?" She asked. You nodded and moved aside to allow her to enter your home first.

She took her time walking down the short hall to the opened living era, she noticed how the walls remained plain, not a single photo frame in sight. The silence was awkward, you were sure what to say but you knew by her body language that Yelena had a lot she wanted to say and all you could thing of was offering her a beer.

"Do you want a beer?" You asked, watching as she pulled a chair out from the dining table and making herself at home. She only nodded in reply and waited for you to crack open a cold beer for her.

"Why are you scared?" She asked before sipping her drink, "you're the one who left me without as much as a note!" She added, letting her anger fill her words.

"I couldn't leave you a note, you know that" you replied without thinking it through.

"What's that's supposed to mean?" Yelena frowned.

"Oh, come on, do you really think if I left the more traditional way that you would've let me?"

"Don't give me that shit, nobody was holding a gun to your head!" Yelena snapped; her eyes full of build up rage from her unanswered questions. Sure, she's raised her voice at you before whenever the two of you had gotten into an argument, but this felt different.

"Yelena, don't turn this back on me! I left for my own good! I needed too, it was what was best for me" you shot back, remembering the reasons you left.

"What was best for you? Y/n, you never even spoke to me about any of this! I never knew you wanted to leave! How the fuck did you think I felt huh?" Yelena's eyes searched yours for questions she was yet to ask but she couldn't see past her anger to see the real issue.

"How long did it even take you to realise I was gone?" You asked her bluntly causing her to sit back in her seat, the room filling with silence once again. "It's been seven months Yelena, so tell me!" You added. The silence answering one of your own questions.

"I tho-thought you went to visit your grandparents for a while" the biker eventually replied, "I wasn't sure when you left, fuck, I was gone for two weeks on that trip! But when your number was disconnected, I knew you left me" she added before leaning slightly forward, "what happened to us? Why did you leave?" she asked. Her tone was calm, but the pain was still there and for a moment, you lost yourself in her eyes like you always did.

"Because you left me long before I left" you admitted with tears filling your eyes. "You used to come home to me Yelena, you used to call me to tell me you were okay but then you just stopped. The club became more important, you started risking your life for stupid reasons and the parties? You didn't even look twice at me anymore. That club is your family, and I became your old lady, the one who did your dirty laundry and made you dinner incase you'd come home" you added, letting the stream of tears roll down your face.

Naturally, Yelena reached for your hands, wishing she had seen the signs before it was too late. "Detka" she spoke softly, the pet name bringing you a sense of comfort like it always did, "why didn't you say something?" She asked.

"It wouldn't have made a difference Lena, you forgot about me, just like everybody else did. For months I blamed myself, maybe I wasn't good enough, maybe if I involved myself into the club more or maybe if I was more like the other women that things would've been different. I was scared to leave, I know what you and the others do, I know it's not legal…I was scared that if I left you would've made sure I never left again" your words opened Yelena's mind to her behavior, and she hated herself for putting you through this. "I had to leave" you added.

Yelena shook her head in disbelief at the words that left your lips, "are you really telling me that you were scared of me?" she asked, her tone stern to hide the hurt that your feelings had on her. You hated to admit it but you nodded, "can you blame me? You've changed Lena. Ever since Nat stepped back from the club and gave you more responsibilities, you've become distance, cold and yeah, I'm scared" you paused, letting your eyes drop, "I don't know what else to tell you" you added.

After taking a mouthful of her beer and swallowing harshly, Yelena rose from her chair, "Well, I guess that's all I need to know" she replied with another shake of her head before making her way to the front door. You frowned slightly at her actions before following her, "That's it?" you asked, stopping her from taking another step. Yelena stopped and turned slightly to look at you over her shoulder, not enough to make eye contact.

"There isn't anything to say, you're scared of me and you left without wanting to even leave me a clue to as why. You did this for yourself, you made this new life for yourself. I'm not going to convince you to come back to me, not when you've just admitted that you're scared of me" she paused and turned fully to face you, "I would never, ever put a hand on you or put in any form of danger" she added, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Maybe you were wrong to leave, maybe you stupidly let your overthinking thoughts get the better of you. You hated to see Yelena look so defeated but for some reason you weren't sure why, you couldn't say a single word in reply. You just watched as she walked out the door and down the stairs before turning to look back at you once more, "I'm sorry you felt that way. I hope you whatever you do, you enjoy it and are happy" she spoke before walking towards her motorcycle.

You broke, tears filled your eyes as you heard her start up her motorbike one last time, revving it a few times before she took off down the driveway, hearing the distance roaring of her bike leaving you behind just like she did seven months ago.

A part of you left with her that day, a part of you that you wished stayed but you knew that your heart would always belong to Yelena, together or not.

283 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 3 days

Text

Her right.

—£Yan!Step!Mother!Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader.

—£ Part 1.

—£ The reader was sent to the vale whine she grew up, only knowing Alicent for a while.

—£ Warnings: Unhealthy romantic relationships, Yandere behavior, Obsession and protective, reader being pure, Gay relationship, everything I usually write about.

“My sweet girl,” her fingertips trailed down your back with the softest touch. You tensed slight by her touch and looked away from her eyes as you sniffled. “Tell me what’s wrong?” She asked while placing her hands on your hips and tugged you over to the couch. Her attention was on you as it always was since you returned to kingslanding. You had grown into a beautiful young girl and she wanted it all to herself, to take you away from everyone.

“It’s nothing,” you sniffed and wiped away the eyes of tears from your cheeks as the skin started to tingle. Alicent clicked her tongue a few times and signed while rubbing circles on your hips, “Tell me, as your stepmother I can help.” Again she felt you stiffen in her hands. But she did not care, she would hold you as much as she likes- It was her right. Laying back on the fluff cushion you exhale deeply thinking of the faces you missed.

“I miss my friends in the vale” you begin to cry again thinking of the people you left behind, “They were my family. I mean, I’m so glad to be with Rhaenrya but it is like she doesn’t want me around.” Her chest tightness with jealousy of you loving others and how you mentioned Rhaenrya. Alicent was right there with you so how couldn’t you see she was all you need?

The air shifts around her while she notices how you have yet to figure out that you belong to her, it was cute really even if it was annoying. “Maybe you need to make new friends here. Find someone to care for you,” she reached with to twirl your hair around her finger with a soft smile.

“I know I am here. Let me be in your life, pretty girl.” She commented and looked into your eyes and you blushed at her words. But she didn’t mean it like that, of course she didn’t. She was your fathers wife so maybe you need a cold bath.

“I’d like that very much my queen.” You watch her lips curl into a smile. She was beautiful to you, like the women back “home”. “Call me Alicent. No need for formal names.”

“If you wish it, Alicent.”

That night you took a cold shower to wash off your thoughts about her and how alone you felt. She had showed you attention from the moment you come so maybe you just cling onto the first thing you saw. But, why did your body heat up when she looked at you or touched you, as if your body was set on fire. Why did she make you feel small under her gaze.

Once your eyes felt heavy you stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around yourself to dry yourself up. Slipping on your favorite silk gown you brushed the ends of you hair and got ready for bed as you normally do. Once’s the sheets swallowed you whole it was easy to rest your head and sleep start to wash over you. You looked so peaceful from her view as you laid your pretty head on the pillow. She had been watching you for a while trough the holes in the walls as she grabbed ahold of her blanket.

The queen needed to see you before she went to bed herself to make sure you were safe. A sweet thing like yourself should always be under protection and lucky she was their, your Stepmom would always been there for you.

In anyway she wanted.

558 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 3 days

Text

✧My brave girl✧

{Rhaenyra wants you to meet Syrax}

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Rheanyra watches as you flip through the pages of an old book on Dragons and old Valyria, she watches with love in her eyes, smiling at how you get excited at new information.

She walks over to where you’re hunched over at the desk, her hands go to massage your shoulders, you jump slightly at the sudden feeling, “Sorry my love, did I startle you?” She smiles pressing a kiss to the top of your head, as you giggle softly nodding your head.

“You spend so much time reading about dragons, would you want to meet Syrax?” She smiles as her thumb caresses your warm cheek, reading about dragons is one thing but actually seeing one was a whole different thing, and you knew Syrax was practically a part of Rhaenyra.

She could feel how uneasy you were with how you tensed up under her soft touch, how your eyes carried a certain worried look, she knew that you were nervous to meet her loyal dragon.

“My love, if we are to be married you must meet Syrax— I want to ride on dragon back with you” she smiles pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s take one step at a time, shall we? I haven’t even met Syrax yet you talk about riding her— how about if she hates me? Or worse eats me?” You stand up from your chair, while Rhaenyra laughs softly at you.

“My sweet girl, Syrax will love you as I do” she smiles hands gently cupping your cheeks as you nod meekly, “Here— it is cold out there” she smiles draping a fur cloak over your shoulders to protect you from Dragonstone’s harsh winds.

You hold her hand as she guides you to where Syrax is resting, “She’s named after an old Valyrian goddess, right?” You look over at Rhaenyra who smiles at you nodding in agreement.

The grip you have on her hand tightens as you both walk closer to the large beast, you watch in awe as Rhaenyra pets the dragon, you jump a little as Syrax makes a strange noise, one of happiness.

“Calm down, she can feel your unease” Rhaenyra reminds you gently as you steady your breathing, she takes your hand guiding it carefully to Syrax, you can feel her scales under your hand, she’s surprisingly warm, and she makes another noise, similar to the one she made when Rhaenyra stroked her, a happy one.

You giggle a little looking over at your soon-to-be wife, she’s smiling at your excitement, and the fact that you haven’t noticed that her hand is no longer on yours, Rhaenyra moves to stand behind you, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“My brave girl” she mumbles against your neck, kissing your jaw as her hands settle on your waist, “Such a brave girl— I am proud of you my dear” she smiles into your skin as she continues to press kisses against your jaw to your neck, her cold nose causing you to shiver.

“Not in front of the dragon” you tease as you pet Syrax gently, completely star-struck at her beautiful rich copper color, you have no idea why you were so scared.

“Mm, then we best take out leave, Hmm?” She murmurs, and soon enough you feel tiny little raindrops against your skin, “Come let us go inside, the fire is warm and I’d hate for you to fall sick” she whispers as you hum in agreement.

You say your last goodbyes to Syrax as you follow Rhaenyra back to her bedchambers, “Lead the way my Queen” you smile taking her hand in yours once again, feeling a little more connected to your soon-to-be wife.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

☾⋆AN/ not gonna lie I would genuinely be scared to death if I had to even get in a meter radius of a dragon.

Hope you enjoyed~~ requests are open to any character in my master list <33

363 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 4 days

Text

Choking Kink with Regina Mills ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 21th!!! Happy third week of October & Kinktober! 💜🎃 Today’s kink is a Chocking Kink. With the lovely and sometimes frightening, the one and only Evil Queen, Regina Mills. Enjoy!! 🖤

Previous Day <—found here!

Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, chocking kink, breath play, strap-on use, strap-on fucking, rough fucking, marking, implied overstimulation, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Hard days for your lover were always your favorite… Because it meant she would be extra rough with you.

Regina had you on your back, spread out on the bed, your legs trapped up and spread wide, as she pounded you into the mattress with her favorite strap. The woman was a control freak, and you loved nothing more than giving her control.

Your legs were locked around her shoulders, as one of her hands tightly held your hands above your head. She was fucking you so hard that the bed was swaying with her thrusts. Every little reaction she drew from you, only spurred the brunette on even more.

“Yes yes yessssss…!” You chanted, panting heavily and eyes rolling back.

Suddenly, you felt Regina’s hand move from your hands, down to your face. It kept going down before stopping at your neck. She continued her brutal pace of pounding into you, as she did so.

“Want to try something, Baby…” the woman cooed wickedly.

Your eyes widened and you nodded swiftly. You then felt Regina’s cold hand close around your neck. You jolted lightly at the new and cold pressure against your breathing. Your heart raced even harder and you blushed hard.

“You like that…?” The brunette taunted, panting and grunting as she didn’t relent in her fucking you senseless.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes Regina please yes more—!!” You cried out.

Your words caused the woman to smile wickedly, before her hand tightened on your throat. She squeezed hard. So hard that you were chocking out your moans now.

“I—Yessss G-GOD!!!” You choked out in a loud moan, your eyes going completely white and your hands fisting the sheets tightly.

Regina’s eyes darkened at the positive response she was getting from you. So she choked you harder… To the point where you couldn’t coherently vocalize your pleasure anymore. You were so blissed out that your mouth was agape and your tongue wagged outside like a dog. Your eyes had glaze over completely, and you cried out in chocked pleas like a broken record.

By the time Regina was done with you, you both had cum an endless amounts of time and your neck had a giant bruise of where her hand had been.

A reminder of who you belonged to, she called it.

~~~

Next Day <—Age Gap Kink!!

Regina Mills Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

196 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 4 days

Text

Reflections — Regina Mills x Fem!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Synopsis: After getting the weekend to yourselves, you put your bedroom mirror to good use to give yourself a view that you’ve been dying to see.

Warnings: Praise, fingering, mommy kink, etc…

Word Count: 1.8K

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The weekend was always your favorite part of the week, not only were you free from work but those two and a half glorious days were always child-free.

As of recently, Henry has come up with his own parenting plan. On weekdays he would stay with you and Regina then once the weekend rolled around he would stay over with Emma and Killian.

After certain disputes with Emma died down, Henry took full advantage of the double parenting to ensure everyone got to spend time with him.

He did stay with Mary Margaret and David on occasion but in the wise words of young Henry himself, 'they're too old school'.

It was only a matter of time before Henry got tired of trying to explain to them what a gameboy was and how it worked.

Today however was Friday, which marked the start of a brand new weekend. Everything went the same as usual, take Henry to school, help Regina in the office, grab lunch at Granny's, and last but not least, start spending the entire weekend alone with Regina.

While Regina was dropping Henry off at Emma's, you wanted tonight to be extra special for her.

It's been a while since you got all dolled up just for her and seeing you in her favorite color always made her jaw drop.

Working around the room, lights were turned off, candles were lit, rose petals were scattered, and you were frantically trying to make everything look perfect.

Although, all that was left was for you to slip on a little black dress but the second you saw your reflection in the mirror it's like you were caught in a daze.

The soft reflections from the candlelight had your skin looking like smooth silk. . .

And sheer red lace that barely covered your body seemed to hug in all the right places. . .

Your hands couldn't help but glide down the sides of your body before making their way around the back. With a slight turn, you watched as your hands slid down past the straps of your thong and admired the way it accentuated the roundness of your ass.

"Fuck. . ." You heard from an oh-so familiar voice.

You gasp sharply as your head whips towards the doorway to see Regina leaning against the doorframe with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

"I thought I was coming home to dinner. . ."

Regina kicks off her heels, instantly making her way towards you.

"But it looks like we're headed straight to dessert."

Her lustful voice got deeper than usual, just before her signature red stained lips collided with yours in a fiery kiss. Hands carefully cupped your cheeks while yours slid to her back in search of the zipper to her dress.

Regina giggles when she feels your fingers fumbling to pull the zipper down.

She walks you towards the bed and gently pushes you down onto the bottom half of the lush mattress.

You lift yourself up on your elbows and watch as she stands between your legs slowly gliding the zipper down.

You couldn't help but admire the way her lightly tanned skin was glowing under the candlelight.

Her dress falls to the floor revealing a matching black lace set that fits her body perfectly. Garters with little bows on them sat tightly against her thighs holding up her sheer black stockings that ended with a pair of black high heels.

Regina steps out of her dress, kicking it to the side, before climbing onto the bed above you.

She straddles your hips and instantly brings her lips back to yours. This time they felt even needier than before. . . more hungry.

Her hands reach around to unclasp your bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders and tossing it randomly behind her.

Breaking free from the kiss, Regina sends small kisses along your jawline and starts making her way down, leaving red lip stains in their wake.

Soft moans escape as she nips at your collarbone before heading straight towards your breasts.

She flicks her tongue over your hardened nipple.

Teeth slightly grazing across the sensitive bud.

"Mmm, mommy. . ." Your voice was just barely above a whisper.

Her dark chocolate eyes snap up to meet yours, caught off guard by the name slip.

She raises an eyebrow and brings her head back up to hover just inches in front of yours. Regina did her best at hiding the smirk begging to show across her face.

"Mommy, eh?" Her thumb swipes across your bottom lip.

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't be sorry," Regina quickly cuts you off.

"I find it rather. . . hot." She chuckles deeply before giving you another kiss on the lips, reassuring you in the best way she can.

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

"You do?" Your bright eyes look into hers lovingly.

"Of course I do! You're just the sweetest little thing. . . call me whatever you like, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good girl. Now, is there anything you'd like mommy to do for you? Any requests while we resume our activities?" Her hand gently stroking your left cheek.

You contemplate for a moment, using your fingers to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. Eyes quickly darted to the mirror that stood behind her.

Regina turns her head to follow your eyes before looking back at you with her other eyebrow raised this time.

"What do you want? Use your words."

"I want—" You take a deep breath as you begin, cheeks glowing red as you're embarrassed by the fact she's making you be so forward. "I want to watch you fuck me in the mirror."

Regina looks taken back at your request, not expecting that sentence to ever come out of you.

"My little Angel doesn't seem to be so innocent anymore. . . I love it." Her nose scrunches as she finishes her sentence and gives you a quick peck before she moves herself to sit next to you with her legs spread.

She pats the empty space between her open legs, Regina now facing the floor length mirror that sat across from the bed.

"Come."

You sit up and take her hand as she helps you climb into her lap, both of your bodies facing the mirror.

She moves your hair behind your back and completely exposes your neck.

Tender eyes meet yours in the reflection.

"Is this what you wanted?" She asks, kissing your neck softly.

"Yes," You shudder when she reaches the spot just below your ear and tilt your head to give her better access.

Her free hand slides all the way down your side to reach your thighs and uses gentle force to spread your legs wider for her to achieve better access.

"Look at you, already so wet and we've barely even started." Regina chuckles at the prominent wet spot against your panties.

You hum when her warm hand reaches your center, playing with you through the thin fabric.

Her free hand slides across your chest to toy with your breasts and slightly pinches your nipple between her fingers.

You lean yourself as close as possible to her. Her breasts pressed heavily against your back.

You watch through the mirror as her fingers tuck beneath your fabric and move it to the side. The cold air hitting you sends a long chill up your spine.

"Open," She demands when she brings two fingers to your lips.

There was almost an immediate response to your mouth opening and Regina slowly sliding them in.

"Now suck for mommy."

You do as you're told and swipe your tongue along the length of her fingers and gently sucking at the tip before she pulls them back out.

Brown eyes scanned your nearly naked body as her now wet fingers slid back down to where it was prominently more wet.

Slim fingers toy at your entrance, almost teasing you along your folds before they easily dip inside.

A small moan slips from your mouth as she fills you. Your eyes watch through the mirror when Regina's lips return their attention to your neck.

She sucks and kisses along your neckline and across your shoulder while her pace steadily grows faster along your cunt.

Heat immediately spreads throughout your body at the pleasure of the slight curve of her fingers along with the subtle pinches against your nipples.

"You like this don't you?" Regina questions.

"You like it when mommy plays with you." She whispers lowly in your ear.

"Yes—God yes."

She watches as your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head at the full curve of her fingers. The different areas getting pleasure was almost too much to bear once she added the palm of her hand to your clit.

Moans of ecstasy filled the dim room around you along with the sounds of her palm gently smacking against your skin.

Expert fingers hit just the right spot with every skillful thrust.

"You're doing so good for me, darling."

Your legs couldn't help but twitch as you felt yourself nearing your release, fighting to keep your legs from closing.

Dark eyes were glued onto yours through the reflection when she heard your moans increase in volume.

"I want you to look at me when you finish, can you do that for me?"

"Y-Yes!"

Your head leans against hers as your hands claw their way at the sheets.

"Oh my god—" Your voice nearly catches in your throat as you finally reach the climax you've been running towards.

Your bottom lip gets roughly pulled between your teeth while Regina releases your tit to lay her hand atop your own that's grasped against the sheets.

Her movements soon turned gentle as she helped ride out your high.

"That's my good girl." She proudly speaks out, both of you still eyeing each other down in the mirror.

Your eyes immediately lighting up at her praising words.

She slowly removes her fingers and almost instantly brings them between her lips, quietly humming when she finally gets a taste of you.

Her fingers quickly get sucked clean.

"Stand up real quick my love so we can clean you up."

You do your best to stand so the two of you can clean yourself in the restroom. She sets you atop of the bathroom counter and swiftly cleans you with a wash rag, throwing it in the hamper when she's done.

"How about we put on a movie and order some of your favorite takeout?" She offers, knowing neither of you are now in the mood to cook.

You nod your head excitingly which puts a precious smile across her face.

"Okay then it's a plan," She chuckles and gives you a peck on the lips just before you return to the bedroom.

She opens her drawer and takes out two oversized button up shirts, tossing one to you and putting one over herself.

The two of you end up spending the rest of the night laying in each other's arms across the leather couch after a quick meal, easily falling asleep to one of your favorite movies.

156 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 4 days

Text

New Years Kiss — Carol Aird x Fem!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Synopsis: It’s that time of year where at the stroke of midnight, kisses are shared around the world. To your luck, you had a beautiful blonde by your side to share the special occasion with.

Warnings: Fingering, face riding, praise, etc…

Word Count: 1k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Happy New Year!"

The television had been on for a while now showing different cities around the country celebrating the start of a brand new year. To you it was just background noise, but to Carol it was the closest you were both going to get to celebrating it together out in public.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when the blonde next to you gently clinks her tall glass with your own.

"Happy New Year, darling!"

"Happy New Year!"

The two of you down the rest of your champagne before Carol takes your glass from you, setting them both aside on the coffee table. She fixates her eyes back onto you, slowly leaning in to meet her soft lips to your own in a gentle sweet kiss.

Her hand cups your cheek while the other plays with the buttons at the top of your blouse. Gentle lips soon turned needy as they slid down to your neck, kissing and nipping at your flesh.

"Take me to bed," Your voice was just above a whisper when she reaches your favorite spot.

Carol brings her lips up to yours one last time before pulling away, opening her hand out for you to take.

One hand was laced with yours while the other carried the nearly empty bottle of champagne.

You turn the television off as you walk by it on the way to your bedroom, both of you moving quickly and giggling like two schoolgirls when Carol nearly trips over her own foot.

Nimble fingers help undress each other, clothes being thrown at every inch of the room, your naked bodies craving to finally meet.

Your back gets pushed against the silk covered mattress, Carol's body just barely hovering over your own. Lips reunite as fingers coast along bare skin.

Her body heat radiates through you as her breasts push softly against yours.

A quiet moan escapes your mouth as her lips trail down your body before nipping at your collarbone.

She brings her mouth to your breast, needy lips wrapping around your tit. Her tongue playfully swirling around your bud.

After giving your breast one last kiss, she continues her slow path down your sternum with her deep ocean blue irises burning into your own colored ones at every kiss.

She dips down past your navel, spreading your legs ever so slightly, taking in your needy sight before her.

"Mmm," she hums, licking the strip up your folds.

You glide your hand to her hair, her perfect waves now becoming a subtle mess.

Her fingers tease at your entrance, spreading your wetness. A moan-like gasp enters her ears as she fills you, slowly yet steadily moving her fingers at your favorite pace.

Lips poke along your inner thighs, leaving a red lip stain along their wake. It was always her signature move. The red lipstick having to be scrubbed off after she marks her territory.

Carol sucks and nibbles at your flesh to leave visible love spots that only she gets the joy of seeing.

Her movements are soft yet passionate. She knew exactly what got you going.

"Ooh, Carol—" The quiet whimper forcing itself out at the expert curling of her fingers.

"That's my good girl."

A familiar knot was growing increasingly heavier when she added her tongue to the mix, flicking and sucking at just the right tempo that had you crumbling into pieces before her.

Your hips bucked as you came undone along her fingers. Her pace eased to help with the sensitivity.

Whimpers caught in your throat as you rode out your high.

It was a feeling of pure ecstasy and she loved seeing the way it made your legs tremble and attempt to close in around her.

When she knew you were done, her slim fingers slipped into her own mouth. Her tongue swirled along each crevice, in awe of the way you tasted on her.

"So divine. . . I can never get enough of you."

She smirked between your legs, an idea quickly forming inside her head.

Just as you were nearly done catching your breath Carol grabs your hips, red nails slightly digging into your skin, and flips you over.

"Carol what are you—"

"Ride my face." She cuts you off, blue eyes peaking up from beneath you pleading.

"Please. . ."

"I don't want to suffocate you."

"You won't, my love." She reassures you.

"If you're sure. . ." You hesitate above her, hovering merely a few inches from her face.

"I'm sure."

Carol's grip on your hips tighten as you lower yourself the rest of the way. Her tongue instantly devouring your cunt.

She wasted no time in using the skillfulness of her tongue to send pleasure coursing through your veins. Your hips slightly jerk as her tongue dips deeper.

Crescent moon marks show themselves along the faint dip between your hips as her hands start gently rocking your hips back and forth.

The sounds of your soft moans fill the small room.

Hands roughly grip at the wooden headboard at your front, slightly squeaking at each rock of your body. The slow motion soon growing needy, your body aching for more friction against her.

The sound of her quiet hums reverberates alongside your own.

Hips that were once in sync with her mouth now grew more frantic as you felt yourself getting thrown faster towards your sweet release.

"I-I'm gonna—" Your voice barely above a whisper.

The creaking of the headboard comes to a steady halt as your body nearly freezes, your orgasm hitting you much more profoundly than before. Your head heavily lulls back as Carol laps up your juices, oversensitivity quickly rushing towards you with her mouth cleaning you of your mess.

"That's my girl, you did so good for me." Carol sweetly praises you as you move yourself off of her.

You sigh contently as you flop down next to her, lips twitching into a smile at her words.

"Thank you."

She repositions to lay on her side, leg lifting and laying atop your own.

Her hand tends to your cheek, forcing you to look over at her. Eyes look at you lovingly as her thumb caresses your cheekbone.

"I love you, darling."

"I love you too, Carol."

She sweetly kisses the center of your forehead before laying her head along your shoulder and intertwining her fingers with yours. Both of you just laying there in content catching your breath before deciding to shower and head to bed.

140 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 4 days

Note

stephanie beatriz or rosa diaz with 20-something year old new coworker? all the other details are up in the air :)

Thank you anon for requesting this! Apologies for the long wait!! It was honestly super fun getting to know a new character, and I thank you for introducing me to her. Of course I instantly fell in love with her in the first episode.. Enjoy!! xoxo

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The Name Game — Rosa Diaz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rosa finally reveals why she has treated you the way she has in an intimate moment you never saw coming.

Warnings: praise, very slight degradation (you blink and you'll miss it), jealousy, semi-public sex, cute pet names

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Who the hell is this?"

Those were the first words you heard as the Captain introduced you to your new coworkers, who all looked at you with smiling faces. Well, except for the woman who just asked who the hell you were.

"This is Detective Y/n. New member of our team," Your boss stated, looking over at the same dark-haired woman from before who had her arms crossed over her chest. "Y/n here will be taking over the empty desk next to yours, Diaz. Be nice."

"I'm always nice," she commented with a straight face.

The Captain sighed before turning his focus back to you. "Make yourself comfortable. Ask Rosa here if you have any questions." You nodded in response as the older man walked away, leaving you alone with the woman.

"Nice to meet you!" You smiled, with a hand held out for the woman to shake, but to your dismay, she ignored it and went to her desk. You followed behind her, and dropped your purse on your new desk, but as soon as you went to open your mouth again, you were cut off.

"A few ground rules," she said. "No obnoxious noises, no smelly foods—"

"Why would I even—"

"No interrupting me," she continued. "And most importantly, no shaving at your desk."

"Why would I shave—"

"Follow these rules. No if's and's, or but's."

And that's how it was with her. It took you weeks before you decided to ignore her altogether. Her sharp words always cut your heart into a million pieces.

You didn't know why she was that way around you. Sure, she was blunt with everyone else but with you it was different. Almost cruel.

But since you grew closer to Amy, who gave you the courage to not let Rosa's words get to you, and just do what you do best. Which was your job. You only talked to Rosa if you were paired together, and 'talk' was more of an understatement. Few words were ever spoken, and the ravenette was quick to catch on to how quiet you quickly became around her.

At first, she thought nothing of it, but as time went on and your friendship with Amy blossomed, it was obvious just how outgoing you were with her and the rest of the team compared to Rosa herself.

Of course everyone else noticed the tension between you two, and for detectives, it wasn't that hard for them to figure out why. The way you would dare sneak a glance in Rosa's direction when she wasn't looking, and the way Rosa would do the exact same thing with you, except in her case, her eyes would linger.

It wasn't until the Captain had the two of you stay late one night to fill out an over abundance of paperwork, that the two of you actually spent time together, alone.

"I need your signature to wrap up this burglary file, Diaz." You say as you attempt to hand the woman your file.

"Fine," she responds before snatching the file from your grip.

You let out a small sigh as you wait, not allowing her short response to get to you. Including the fact that she didn't even look at you.

"There. Done." She slid the folder back to you before she leaned back comfortably in her chair.

"What did I ever do to you?" you ask.

That question. The one question that has played over and over again in your head since that first day you walked into the precinct and met Rosa who has not once smiled in your direction or said one nice thing to you.

"What are you talking about?" She asked back, fiddling with a pen on her desk.

"What did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much, Diaz?" you repeat yourself.

The ravenette stayed silent, only keeping her focus on the pen spinning in her hand, in which you decided to take from her and slam on her desk. Her nose flared at your action, emotions that she had been holding inside for so long were now bubbling in her chest when you positioned yourself in front of her.

You had decided to stand between her sitting figure and her desk, not realizing you had trapped yourself all because you wanted to tear her attention away from her desk to answer your question.

Rosa scoffed, before rising from her seat and towering over you. She was close. Unimaginably close. The musky scent of her perfume completely takes over your sense of smell.

"Rosa." She peered down at you.

"What?" Your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"The name's Rosa, for one. And two..." she let out a heavy sigh. "I don't hate you."

"Bullshit."

Your words caught Rosa by surprise. You were usually well-mannered, and the ravenette had not once heard you swear in the time you had been there, causing her to lift a surprised brow.

She liked it. She was seeing a whole new side of you and now, she wanted to see more.

"I admire you." She finally admitted, not only to you, but to herself, before placing both hands on the desk beside you, completely trapping you, and keeping you from fleeing.

"This isn't funny, Diaz..."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" She tilted her head, her dark eyes looking you up and down with a mysterious gleam.

"I don't know—" You went to look away, but a hand flew to your chin, forcing your gaze to fixate on her, and her only as she towered over you.

"Well I'm not joking." She said, "I admire you. I've admired you since you cracked your first case here. It was the fastest I think I've ever seen someone finish a case."

You could swear you saw a smile tug at the corner of her lips, but it was probably just your brain messing with you. Rosa smiling? It was unheard of around you. You had never seen her smile before. Not once. Was she... proud? There was no way.

"It was remarkable. You are remarkable... and I've been jealous. Jealous of how good you are at your job. Jealous of how quickly everyone here fell in love with you." Your lips fell open at her confession. Rosa being jealous? Of you?

Her hand slid from the wood to your hip that was leaning against the desk, to hold you still. She didn't want you fleeing, not before she got to say what she had to say to you.

"How quickly Amy fell in love with you..."

"Amy? What does Amy have to do—"

At the mention of Amy, her hand fell from your chin to your neck, that neck that fit perfectly into her hand as she gave it a gentle squeeze, forcing an audible moan to escape from you.

"She loves you, y/n. Do you love her?" Her eyes flicked from yours, to your parted lips, and back up to your eyes, as if challenging you.

"Don't tell me you're jealous." You toyed, all the pieces finally coming together.

"And if I am?" She asked, sliding her knee confidently between your legs that earned a sharp gasp from you.

"Then I say you have some serious making up to do...Rosa."

Her name. You had finally said her name, and it fueled her. Her name sounded beautifully coming from you. "Say it again," She licked her bottom lip.

"And if I don't?" You dared to challenge her back, to which Rosa immediately caught onto, and refused to let you dominate the situation. And she knew the perfect solution.

"Then I'll make you say it."

"How?" Your curiosity got the best of you.

You let out a shaky breath when her knee suddenly pressed against your clothed center that had your hips unintentionally buck from the contact.

"Let me show you," her words were more of an ask than a demand, and with the subtle nod of your head to allow her to keep going, Rosa planned to do exactly what she said she would.

Show you. Show you how she planned to get you to say her name again.

Rosa's lips hovered over your own, her pupils dilating as the hand around your neck slid down to the collar of your shirt before slowly picking away at the buttons. She skillfully popped each one open, revealing your smooth skin underneath with a lace bra covering your chest.

Your heart-rate wasn't the only thing that picked up. Rosa could feel your breathing grow faster, both from anxiety and excitement as she successfully removed the last button and untucked the blouse from your jeans.

"Hm, it's just too easy. Already this worked up over some light touching?" she smirked, before quickly slipping out of her leather jacket to reveal her toned arms.

"You think I'm easy, Diaz?" you toyed, a bit of confidence suddenly washing over you.

"Just look at you. You're weak. I bet I can have you screaming my name in just two minutes." She chuckled lowly before slipping a hand into the waistband of your jeans and into your underwear to play with your pussy.

"Mm, fuck you—" you failed at hiding the plethora of moans that forced themselves out of you when she circled your clit.

"Oh, princesa... that's what I'm about to do to you."

The lips that hovered over yours got impossibly closer, her hot breath fanned you, and you wanted nothing more than for her to close the thin space. But to your dismay, she only chuckles again, and brings her lips to the bottom of your chin, then your throat, then to the side of your neck where she bit and sucked on the soft spot below your ear.

"I don't like emotions," she admitted after leaving a light mark on your neck. She came face to face with you again, "I don't know how to deal with them so I acted out. Forgive me?"

You searched her eyes for any kind of untruthfulness, but didn't find any. And when you gave her a small 'yes', butterflies erupted in your stomach when her lips finally met with yours in a needy kiss.

Moans spewed from your lips and into her mouth as her fingers simultaneously put pressure against your clit and rubbed generous circles. Folders fell from her desk and onto the floor as you repositioned your hands on her desk, to keep you from falling over and breaking her computer.

"What's my name?" She whispered against your lips.

"Detective Diaz," you whined when she pinched your bundle of nerves at the wrong name.

It was hard at first not to say her first name, but you couldn't let her win that easily. You couldn't. One thing she was going to learn about you was how bratty and stubborn you were. You would never go down without a fight.

She tutted and bit your lower lip, while also allowing your hand to grip at the collar of her shirt. Your tongues tangled together, and moans grew a pitch higher as you neared your orgasm.

"No- so close! Don't stop!" You whined when her fingers suddenly left your clit. "Why'd you stop?!"

"You haven't said it, princesa. Why would I reward you?" She smirked devilishly.

"Fuck— fuck you..." She went to remove her hand fully at your words but you grabbed her wrist tightly before she could move away. "Wait! Fine. Rosa...please. Please finish what you started and I'll say your name as many times as you want me to. Just please don't stop, Rosa," you begged.

"Good girl," she cooed, and you visibly blushed at the pet name. "Ooh, you like being called that, don't you?" The second she dove back in your panties, a jolt of electricity ran up your spine, as you could feel your orgasm coming back around.

"Yes, I— I love it." You let your head lull back.

"Then be a good girl and come for me. Right here. Right now."

"Rosa..." you mewled, just before words caught in your throat as you came with shaky legs. The ravenette circled your clit skillfully, allowing you to ride your pleasurable high for as long as you could.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it, princesa?" she teased as she slowed her ministrations before stopping completely.

"It wasn't, I just wanted to play with you."

"Oh you little—" you cut her off with a heated kiss, finally wrapping your arms around her leather-covered body. You enjoyed the closeness with her, it was the thing you were chasing after since the beginning.

And you couldn't wait to slowly tear down her emotionally built-up walls to see the vulnerable human being waiting for you beneath the surface.

But first, you had to take Rosa out on a date.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

general masterlist | taglist

329 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 6 days

Text

Take It Off

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: You and Dean have had a flirtatious relationship for years. After he gets you incredibly sexually frustrated one night, you decide to get him back with a strip tease the next day.

Tags: 18+, teasing, flirting, dirty talk, sex, smut, the usual

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: This is a request from @rileynicole1967! Sorry that I’m literally the biggest procrastinator on Earth and that it took me so damn long, but I hope you like it! Lyrics are in italics; the song is TiO by ZAYN! The request was, “ I was wondering if you could do a one shot for Dean x Reader and have it so the reader and Dean have been flirting and teasing each other endlessly and Dean gets her sexually frustrated one night so she gets him back by doing a strip tease to the song “TiO” by ZAYN and then leaves before he has time to react which leaves him sexually frustrated as well and maybe it can end with smut or implied smut :)”

You can also read me on Ao3!

DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST | SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Nights out after successful hunts, when you and Dean liked to go out to the nearest dive bar and celebrate with a drink or five, were some of your favorite moments spent with the green-eyed hunter. Right now he seemed to be moving in slow motion; the crinkles near his eyes making an appearance as he chuckled at something that you had said. You and Dean had a complicated relationship. Well, complicated for you, at least. The endless flirting and teasing between the two of you made it hard to decipher if Dean was actually into you, or if he was just being Dean. It also made it nearly impossible for you to ignore your growing feelings for the man. You weren’t the relationship type; you got your fix from the shower head and the occasional one-night stand. Maybe it’s why you and Dean got on so well — you were similar in that regard, and there was absolutely no judgement between the two of you because of it.

However, in the last few weeks it had seemed as though Dean had really turned up the teasing with you. You and Dean had always had that type of relationship with each other; a flirty remark here, a suggestive comment there, the occasional lower back hand placement, or soft touch of the bicep… it was no secret that the two of you were attracted to one another. But within the last few weeks, there seemed to be an increase in the comments and the touching and the everything else in between. You weren’t sure if it’s because Dean had accidentally walked in on you changing last month and saw pretty much almost everything that you had to offer, but you didn’t care. You were enjoying the extra attention. You wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and show him a good time, but with the way your feelings for him had grown, you weren’t entirely sure if you would be able to do a one night stand. You were afraid about what your heart might decide to do if you let Dean into your bed.

You shook your head free of your thoughts and brought yourself back to the present. Currently, the two of you were four beers in and Dean was in a particularly cocky mood. “You plan on getting any tonight?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“Could you be any more forward?” You chuckled, looking around the bar to see if you would, in fact, be “getting any” tonight.

“I’m just sayin’… I got my eye on someone,” he winked.

“Who?” You asked, trying to ignore the twinge of jealousy creeping up on you. Dean gave you a knowing look before taking a sip of his beer. You nodded slowly in understanding. He meant you. It was a comment that came from his mouth often; especially when he’s had a few beers in him. Again, it was no secret that the two of you would gladly rip each other’s clothes off… and had you not started to have stupid feelings for him, it would have happened a while ago. “It’s gonna take way more than four beers to get me into bed with you,” you lied. It was your usual response. Dean’s eyes seemed to flicker as if a switch inside him had flipped.

“See, my feelings would be hurt if I didn’t already know the truth,” he smirked.

“Oh? And what’s the truth?”

“The truth is you flirt with me constantly,” he began, scooting his barstool closer to yours so he could whisper in your ear. “Like last week in the bunker, when you dropped that book in the library and bent over in front of me to pick it up. Or yesterday, in the motel, when you came out of the bathroom in nothin’ but a towel. What took you so long in the shower, by the way? Got too caught up thinkin’ ‘bout me while you had your fingers buried knuckle-deep inside you?”

His words sent shivers down your spine as you felt his hot breath tickle your earlobe. Alright, we’re feeling real cocky tonight, you thought to yourself in reference to Dean’s words. “Oh, like you’re not the biggest fucking tease?” You asked irritably, trying to ignore the heat that was rising in your core.

“I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about, sweetheart,” Dean said innocently, pulling away from you and taking another sip of his beer.

“Yeah, I’m sure you don’t,” you replied, rolling your eyes, “and I don’t think about you when I masturbate,” you lied again.

“Yes you do.”

“We’re awfully cocky tonight, aren’t we?” You repeated your thought, out loud this time.

Dean shrugged in response to your question. “Maybe, but it’s working.”

“Is not.”

“Is to.”

“How would you know?” You snipped.

“Your thighs are clenched together, you’re blushing, and you have goosebumps,” Dean stated simply, leaning in close to your ear once more. “Was it the thing I said about touching yourself? I don’t mind, really. I think about you when I get myself off, too.” You gulped, noticing your thighs clenching together even tighter. Dean chuckled as he took note of your reaction. “Thinking about me gettin’ off to you does it for you, huh? Well, I’ll have to send you a video next time.”

You watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto your beer bottle. Fuck, he wasn’t holding back tonight. You inhaled sharply as Dean placed a hand on your thigh. “You’re tipsy, Dean,” you sighed, knowing that the two of you had a long day and while you didn’t doubt that Dean would be a phenomenal lay, you had feelings for him and you also knew that he’d be passed out snoring by the time the two of you got back to your motel room. It was better to cut it off now, before he made you even hornier. “C’mon,” you said, placing $50 on the bar top and grabbing Dean by his bicep, dragging him out of his seat. “We’re goin’ to bed. And you’re cut off,” you added, quickly grabbing the beer he was still nursing and placing it on the counter.

“I knew I could get you all hot and bothered,” he smirked, as you dragged him out of the bar while simultaneously calling an Uber.

“Oh, don’t worry, Winchester. I’ll get you back tomorrow. Mark my words.”

As you had predicted, Dean had passed out as soon as his head hit his pillow, and you were left unattended to. You were over the games. The constant teasing, the flirting, the not knowing. You were going to show Dean how it felt to be teased, and if it ended in a good time, then so be it. Best case scenario, he feels the same way about you. Worst case, a little heartbreak. Nothing you couldn’t handle. Either way, you were going to have some fun with it.

The two of you arrived at the bunker the following evening, mentally exhausted from the long drive. Physically, however, you weren’t any less horny than you were the night before, and the drive had given you time to formulate the perfect plan about how to get back at Dean. By the time you had showered and eaten something, it was only 7:30 PM. About 15 minutes ago, Dean had announced that he was going to head to his room to call and check up on Sam, who was out hunting with Eileen, before looking for more cases. You knew that “looking for more cases” really meant “watching porn”, but you decided not to say anything, as Dean was about to get his own personal little show.

You took a deep breath and stood outside Dean’s door, listening to the end of his conversation with Sam.

“Alright, Sammy, keep me updated. I’ll call you tomorrow,” you heard him say before hanging up the phone. You took your chance and knocked on his door gently, waiting for him to invite you in. “Come in,” he said, a smile in his voice. You opened the door slowly, closing it behind you quietly as you made eye contact with Dean, who was sitting at his desk chair, leaned back and legs spread. God, why did he have to sit like that? You watched Dean’s eyes grow wide as he took a look at you. You were wearing jean shorts that showed off a good half of your ass, and a black lace push-up bra under a flannel that you had tied in a knot right above your belly button. The top few buttons were undone so Dean could see both your cleavage and the bra peeking through. “What the hell are you doin’?” He asked cautiously.

“I told you I’d get you back, did I not?”

“Y/N —”

“No, no, no. You don’t get to “Y/N” me,” you interrupted, walking up to Dean and bending over, your face inches away from his. You pulled out your phone from your back pocket and unlocked it; it was already pulled up to the song that you knew would be perfect for the occasion. “What you’re gonna do is sit, shut up, and have a little taste of your own medicine,” you smirked, setting your phone on the desk and pressing play. As the first notes of the song began, you took a step back and began to sway your hips seductively.

I can taste it on your mouth

And I can’t leave it

You’re a freak like me

(Can’t you see?)

You ran your hands up your body, as you moved your hips from side to side. You were more thankful now than ever that you had a few years of dance classes under your belt. You knew exactly how to move.

We can work this something out

And I’m believin’

You get off on me

It’s like cheating

You took a step closer to Dean and undid the knot in your flannel, followed by the buttons, revealing to Dean that you were, in fact, only wearing a bra underneath. You could hear the hitch in his breath as he watched you, his eyes wide and his mouth hung slightly open.

I, I, I, I just wanna watch you when you take it off

Take off all your makeup, baby take it off

I just wanna watch you when you take it off

Take off all your clothes and watch you take them off (take it off)

You shrugged off the flannel and threw it on the bed, leaving you standing in front of Dean with nothing but your bra and shorts on. You smirked as you watched his hand move to his crotch in a not-so-subtle attempt to adjust himself.

Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off

You moved to the button on your shorts, popping it open and unzipping them slowly, all while keeping eye contact with those lust-blown green eyes. Dean was watching your every movement, no doubt picturing himself on top of you. He was exactly where you wanted him.

Push me up against the wall

Don’t take it easy

You like it hard like me

It’s what you need

You hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and began to slowly shimmy them down your legs, revealing a black lace thong that matched your bra. After walking in on you changing last month, it was nothing he hadn’t seen before.

Let’s get naked and explore

Our inner secrets

For what it is

It’s what it is

You finished taking off your shorts, kicking them to the side, before beginning to walk circles around Dean, dragging the tips of your fingers along his shoulders. You felt him shiver under your touch, his head moving from side to side so he could keep his eyes on you, not wanting to miss a moment of this.

I, I, I, I just wanna watch you when you take it off

Take off all your makeup, baby take it off

I just wanna watch you when you take it off

Take off all your clothes and watch you take them off (take it off)

You stopped in front of him and straddled him slowly, feeling his cock pressed up against your core through his jeans. You lightly raked your nails down his chest, before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You touch me, I’ll cut off your hand,” you said, as you reached behind you to find the clasp of your bra.

Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off

Take it off, take it off, baby just

Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off

You undid your bra slowly, letting it fall down your arms. “Fuck,” Dean breathed, as he watched your breasts spill out of their constraints. You dropped the bra on the ground beside you as you steadied yourself by gripping on to Dean’s shoulders.

I just can’t wait to see it all

I’m so turned on

And it’s all mine

I just can’t wait to see it all

I’m so turned on

You began to grind down onto Dean’s denim-clad hard-on, the friction of his jeans providing some much needed stimulation to your core. Dean stifled a groan as he watched your breasts slightly bounce in front of him, inches away from his face. You kept grinding slowly, ignoring the desire you had to go faster. This wasn’t about getting you off. This was about giving Dean a taste of his own medicine.

I, I, I, I just wanna watch you when you take it off

Take off all your makeup, baby take it off

I just wanna watch you when you take it off

Take off all your clothes and watch you take them off

As the song ended, you could hear Dean’s heavy breathing. He was gripping the arms of the chair, as you had given him explicit instructions to not touch you, and he needed to hold onto something. You shot him a devilish grin before climbing off of him, grabbing your phone off the desk and your flannel off the bed. He watched you, absolutely speechless, as you covered yourself with your button-down and grabbed your other discarded clothing items off of the floor. “I knew I could get you all hot and bothered,” you smirked, before slowly making your way out of his room, very pleased with yourself for the reaction that you elicited from the hunter. That’ll teach him, you thought, although you were secretly hoping that Dean would be giving you a visit within the hour.

All but three minutes passed before Dean came bursting into your room. You turned around from where you were standing in front of your dresser, trying to find something more modest to wear. You still only had on your flannel and thong.

“Hey! Maybe knock —,” you stopped talking as Dean began walking toward you, determination written all over his face. “Dean, what are you —”

Dean stopped inches away from you, cupping his face in your hands. “Do you want me?” He asked gruffly, as he bore his eyes into yours.

“Dean, I —”

“Do you want me, Y/N? I mean, seriously, want to be with me? Because I can’t take this anymore. The constant teasing, the flirting, we’ve been at it for years. I want to be with you. I’m tired of imagining what it’d feel like to be inside you, and if it’s gonna happen, I don’t want it to be the only fuckin’ time. You got no idea what you do to me, Y/N. So, do you want me?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you processed what Dean had said. He wanted to be with you. He didn’t want some one-night stand. You waited a moment before you could muster a response, his forwardness catching you completely off guard. “Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, Dean, I want you.”

Dean’s lips collided with yours in a passionate kiss. It was like he was hungry for you, the way he backed you up against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of your body. You unbuttoned your flannel quickly, and Dean wasted no time pulling it off of you. Dean drew a gasp from your lips as he kissed down your jaw line and found the sweet spot on your neck. You got to work unbuckling his belt, wanting him inside you as quickly as possible. Foreplay was great in almost all situations, except here, where you and Dean have had a few years worth of foreplay under your belts. You needed him inside you. You unbuckled his belt and started on undoing his jeans as Dean brought his lips back to yours, sucking your bottom lip into a gentle bite before pulling away briefly to grab the back of his shirt and pull it off over his head with one hand. He then pulled down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion and you groaned softly at the sight of his cock springing up to hit his abdomen, before Dean was pressed up against you once more, kissing you like a man starved. He tapped your thigh lightly, signaling for you to jump. You obeyed, jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist as he grabbed you under your ass and brought you to the bed, laying you down on the mattress. His lips never left yours. You intertwined your fingers in Dean’s short locks, pulling him towards you, as if it were possible for him to be any closer or kiss you any harder. You felt the tip of his cock pressed up against the fabric of your thong; the only barrier keeping you from what you had been craving ever since you had met the green-eyed hunter.

“Fuck, Dean,” you breathed, as he lowered his head and pulled one of your erect nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as he held it lightly between his teeth. He looked up at you briefly, a smirk on his face. You took the opportunity to tell him what you wanted. “I need you inside me, now,” you said through gritted teeth. That was all Dean needed to hear. He quickly sat back on his heels and pulled off your thong, wasting no time as he positioned himself back on top of you. He dragged his cock through your wet fold a few times, spreading your juices on his shaft before he lined himself up with your dripping hole. He looked down at you as he pushed into you slowly, your eyes never leaving his as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. You snaked your arms under his, your fingers gripping at his back muscles as he began to thrust into you slowly, bottoming out inside you before pulling almost all the way out again. “Fuck, faster, Dean. I need you to go faster,” you practically begged, beginning to dig your nails into his back. Dean picked up the pace ever so slightly.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed, looking down briefly to watch his cock slide in and out of you before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours, “you look so fuckin’ pretty with my cock inside you.” You whimpered at his words, your need for him only growing stronger. “You’re so tight, baby. You feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, picking up his pace a little bit more.

“Harder, Dean! Fuck me harder!” You begged, clawing at his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Dean obliged, slowly but surely increasing the speed and force of his thrusts, grunts falling from his lips. The coil in your abdomen was tightening quickly as Dean let his head hang down near yours, his ragged breathing sending shivers down your spine as his hot breath came into contact with the spot right behind where your earlobe and jawline met. Dean set a steady pace before reaching down in between the two of you and finding your clit with his calloused fingers. You let out a loud moan as Dean began rubbing circles on your sensitive nub, continuing to thrust into you, the coil in your abdomen now threatening to snap. A familiar heat began to build up in your core and you knew you’d be done for within the next few thrusts or so. “Fuck,” you gasped, digging your fingers into Dean’s back once more, “Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna —”

“Cum for me, baby,” Dean whispered into your ear.

“FUCK!” You screamed, as your coil snapped and your orgasm shot through you, sending what felt like heat waves to every part of your body. Dean continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high, groaning as your walls clenched around his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he moaned, moving his hand from your clit to rest next to your head and picking his pace back up as he felt you relax a little. “Can I come inside you?” He asked breathily. You nodded; you were on the pill and you wanted nothing more than to feel Dean fill you up. His thrusts became faster and sloppier as you clung onto him for dear life, the gutteral sounds leaving his throat doing nothing to quell your need for him to be inside you. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he huffed, as he felt his orgasm creep up onto him. A few more thrusts and he was coming undone inside you. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned, as you felt his cum coat your walls. You moaned softly at the sight of him cumming inside you; his eyes closed in pure ecstasy, his lips slightly parted… it was a sight that you wouldn’t mind seeing every day. As Dean came down from his high, he collapsed on top of you, his softening cock still inside of you, holding himself up by his forearms in an attempt to not crush you completely.

“Guess it takes no beers to get you into bed with me,” he teased, still out of breath as he shot you a cocky grin. You swatted his bicep playfully.

“Guess all it takes is a strip tease to get you into bed with me,” you retorted, raising your eyebrow as if you were challenging him to counter your statement.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Dean shrugged, winking at you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, shaking your head at Dean’s refusal to admit who got who in bed. Not that that aspect of it really mattered. All that mattered was that it finally happened. And now that it had, neither of you ever wanted to stop.

552 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 6 days

Text

Are You Trying To Turn Me On?

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: A quick (and rough) fuck in the library with your boyfriend Dean after you (unintentionally) turn him on… and Sam’s supposed to be back any minute.

Tags: 18+, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, oral (female receiving), playful Dean at the end, you and Dean give Sam a headache (over how cute you two are not that he’d ever admit it), I may be just a little obsessed with how I ended this

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This was written for @msmarvelouswinchester‘s 500 followers celebration (cutting it real close to the deadline, I know, I apologize, I’m literally such a procrastinator)! Congrats again on your milestone! My prompt was, “Are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?”, which will be in bold (but it’s also the first line lol). Enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST | SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?”

You looked up from the book you were reading, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about, Dean?” You sighed, frustrated that he had interrupted your concentration.

“When you’re really concentrating on something, you always bite your lip. Drives me fuckin’ crazy,” he explained with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.

“We’re supposed to be doing research. Focus!” You scolded, going back to your lore.

“I can’t when you’re in here,” Dean countered, closing his laptop shut.

“Dean, Sam’s gonna be back any minute and he’s gonna be real pissed if we skipped out on research for having sex… again.”

Keep reading

923 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 7 days

Text

Shared Bedroom

A/N: This has been in my drafts for too long

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Warning: smut, oral (r receiving), fingering, nipple playing, mommy kink, dom!wanda, sub!reader, use of pet names, light praise kink, reader in college, R (20-22), Wanda (25-27), reader is daughter of tony stark

Summary: You’ve just finished your training. You went to your room to study, only to be left doing something else, or rather, someone else doing you.

Word Count: 2.1K

Your training with Nat had just finished and it was already 8:27 PM. You have an early class tomorrow, so you head towards your shared bedroom with Wanda. You opened the door, and to your shock, she was nowhere to be found. She was always the early bird- sleeping in at 8:00 PM and waking up at 5:00 AM kinda gal, so it had you wondering where she could be at this state of time. You shrugged it off, took some shorts and a camisole out of your closet for later to change in, and headed to the bathroom. You took a nice warm shower and did your night routine. After your self-care, you opened the door, ready to head to your study table to do what’s left of your thesis.

“Wanda!” You exclaimed, surprisingly seeing the woman in her robe, sitting in bed while on her phone. “Oh, hey, Y/N” She looked up and back down at her phone again. “Where were you?” You asked while taking a seat at your table. “I was helping Clint with carrying some stuff, why?” She puts her phone down and focuses her attention on you. “Nothing” You pout, “It’s just that you usually sleep in early”. “Yeah, I- I kinda couldn’t sleep without your company” She awkwardly stated. “Oh,” Your cheeks flushed. You draw your attention to your table while taking out your laptop from your bag. She stands up and walked toward you. “What’s that?” She pointed out to your laptop screen.“My thesis. I’m practically done, just have to proofread it” You replied, pointing at the screen. “Long day with Nat?” She circles your back. “Yeah. Started training at 4:30 today” You focus your attention on the screen, avoiding staring at her figure in the mirror’s reflection. “I remember my training days with her. Your father said it’s ‘mandatory’ ” She mocked Tony. “You must feel very tired” She slowly puts both her hands on your shoulders and slowly started massaging them. “Don’t bother” You place your left hand on top of her right, that’s on your shoulder, removing it from you. “I insist” She flutters her eyes while she carefully places your hand back on your keyboard and hers on your shoulders. “Whatever you say” You start to open the document on your screen. She continues to gently massage your shoulders while you type in corrections. You feel her hand slowly nudging the sleeve off your right shoulder. She gently places your hair on your left side, which gave shivers down your spine. She starts to lean down to your neck and you feel her cold breath hit your skin. Barely maintaining focus on your screen, trying to process what’s happening in the present, your eyes fluttering, and your body slightly trembling. She starts to kiss your neck, leaving soft gentle kisses all over it. You both still don’t utter a word to each other. You gave in and fully closed your eyes for a couple of seconds, trying your best for her to not notice. She starts getting aggressive and starts sucking your neck, possibly leaving hickeys. You let out a soft low moan, which she liked, given the smile you felt on your neck.

“You like that, baby? Or am I being too aggressive?” She converses. “No, no. You’re doing perfectly fine” You whispered to her, unable to properly let out words, being held back by her kisses. She snuck her hand under your shirt, unclipping your bra. Once she successfully did, she slowly removed your bra straps, letting her slender fingers roam around your arms, making you feel goosebumps all over your body. She fully removed your bra and tossed it someplace else. Your hands and posture are still in front of your desk, mouth wide open, whilst your eyes are closed.

She looks at your reflection in the mirror, laughing at the sight of you being submissive. Soft moans escaped from your mouth, giving her a signal that you want more. She continues to assault your neck with kisses, as she slips her right hand under your shirt since her left is the one that’s holding your hair back. She cups one of your tits and started to slowly massage them, making them hard. You create friction between your legs, as you feel that you’re getting wetter by the second. She takes her hand off your chest as she slowly tries to slip into your pants. As she was getting closer, you stop her hand and say, “No, not yet” While you gasp for air. Her eyes widen and stopped kissing your neck as she removed her hands from you and walked away.

You opened your eyes and looked at her. “Wh- what are you doing?” You rattled. “You said 'No’” She raised her brow. “I said not yet. I never told you to stop” You furrowed your eyebrows. She stands up and walked toward you. “So, do you want more?” She smirked. You desperately nodded as you gulped. “Stand up” She demanded. You delightfully obliged her demand and looked at her with desperation. She closes your laptop, moved it aside, grabbed you by the waist, lifted you to the table, and aggressively pressed your lips together. She pushed you against the wall, almost breaking the mirror. “Sorry” She apologized, breaking the kiss. “No need to say sorry, Mommy” You smirk at her and pushed your lips against hers. You feel her smirk while you make out. “Mommy. I like it” “I knew you would” Your hands start to travel all over her body, removing her robe, only to reveal her in a short black silk dress. “Like what you see?” “Did you lock the doors?” You asked. “I did. Why?” She pulled your lips together before you could respond. You backed away from the kiss, making her annoyed, only to be delighted at what you have to say, “Take me to bed” You gasp for air. She looked at you from head to toe and let out a wide smile. She lifts you up while still maintaining the kiss you both are sharing.

She slams you in the middle of the bed still maintaining the kiss while your legs was wrapped around her. You relax your legs while she stabilizes herself on top of you. She starts to move her hand down your shorts, gripping your thigh. She places her hand in the middle of your legs and teased your clothed cunt, moving her index finger up and down. “Oh, please just fuck me already” You let out while humping on her finger. “Not just yet” She whispers to your ear. She moves down to your neck, placing kisses and sucking it roughly. You gasp for air and moan in awe at her movements all over your body. “Is now the time?” You asked in desperation. “No, not yet” She said in between kisses, mocking you.

“Please, Mommy” You begged. “You want me that bad inside of you? You think calling me Mommy will get you that?” She looked up at you and smirked. “Yes, please” You nod in anticipation. “Why the rush, baby?” She continues her movements on your neck. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long” You let out. She replied in a sinister tone, “Really?” She replaces her index with her thumb rubbing against your clit. “Mhm,” You eagerly nod. “Are you sure? What about your fa-” You place your hand over her mouth stopping her from continuing her sentence. “Don’t worry about him. He’ll never know” Wanda can see the desperation in your eyes. She smirks at you and gently makes her way down to your chest, stomach, your lower belly while placing soft kisses all around your body.

She looked up at you for confirmation if you wanna go through this before going down. You give her the fastest nod you could, and to that, she made her way down. While under the covers, she slowly removes your shorts, leaving her a sight of your wet panties. “So wet, just for me” You hear her whisper. You felt the vibration from her voice teasing you. “Please. Just please fuck me already” You pant. "What’s my name" She reveals her head from under the covers. “What?” You asked, not quite comprehending the words she said earlier. “You didn’t say my name” She trails her fingers along your stomach, making little swirls here and there. “Mommy. Please fuck me, Mommy” You said while you bite your lip at the last word.“That’s what I want” She slides her finger inside your underwear, plunging in her index finger. You gasp at her sudden movement, while you held back your moans as she thrust her finger in and out. “Was that so hard to say?” She mockingly said. “Please, one more” You begged while gripping on the sheets and biting your lower lip. “See, honey. You keep forgetting my name” She pulls her finger out.

You, desperate for her touch, released your grip from the sheets and cupped her face. “Pl- Please, Mommy. I want you inside of me- all of you” You begged with puppy dog eyes. She smirks at your request and slowly slid her fingers down again. This time, she added two fingers making your eyes roll and back arch. “Mhm, you like that, huh? Does my baby like Mommy’s fingers inside of her?” She softly asked. You give her an eager nod whilst your eyes are closed, unable to utter words. “Mhm,” She hums as she uses her thumb to make circles on your clit.

All of it was so much- too much. You’re so close to climaxing, you’re already at the edge. “Mommy,” You whimper. “What is it, baby?” She responded, concerned. “I- I’m gonna cum” You replied while you thrust your body into her fingers. “Oh, no you aren’t. You can cum when I tell you so” She demanded. Your eyes closed, back-arching, toe-curling, hands gripping the sheets, and lip biting, unable to keep it in you. “Please- Please let me cum- Mommy” You added, almost forgetting to say her name. “Almost, sweetheart” She teased while she slowly goes down on you.

She took her fingers off and replaced them with her tongue, flicking it all across from your entrance to your clit. She slowly started the pace, and as time went by, she started going faster. You moan your heart out while your back arched. “Come on, baby. Cum on Mommy’s tongue so she can taste your sweet juices” She eagerly demanded, somehow gasping for air. You gave in and came on her tongue as she tries to catch it all by lapping her tongue all over you. “Mhm,” She moans. “You taste so fucking good, malyshka” Your cheeks turned bright red, giving up from trying to hide it, just enjoying the moment you two are sharing.

She moves up beside you and lays down. “Wow. That was-” “Amazing. You were so good for Mommy” She compliments you whilst she turns to look at you. “I was gonna say magical, but amazing is also what it is” You smile at her. You grab her by the chin and pushed your lips together, sharing a passionate kiss. “I don’t wanna lose you,” You said, breaking the kiss. She sits up properly and cups your cheeks. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll always be right here. I’m never leaving your side” She rubs your cheeks. You smile at her as you take her hand off and start to kiss her knuckles, up to her arms, and eventually to her neck.

“Oh, you want to go for round two?” She chuckles as she makes her way under you again. You stop her hands before she could go down, and look her in the eyes. “No. You’ve already done so much for me. It’s time I return the favor” You smirk at her. You went down under the covers and started to plant kisses along your way down.

And for the rest of the night, you two made passionate love to each other until sunrise. You regret nothing of it all. Although, you remembered your thesis that you need to pass today. You mentioned it to Wanda, and just like that, she used her magic to fix your thesis and messed with the weather so you don’t have to go to class later in the morning. “You should’ve told me you could do that before” You laughed, amazed at what she had just done. “If I did, then maybe we wouldn’t be kissing and cuddling right now” She pulls you in for a soft peck on the lips that turned into a full-on make-out. After your make-out session with Wanda, you both snuggled up and went to sleep like babies.

________________________________ A/N: Omg! This is my first time writing smut and I think that I didn’t do that bad for the first time. I was not at all planning on writing a full smut story, but kinda like an angsty tease and leave the rest to your imagination, cause I feel uncomfortable when it comes to writing smut with fictional characters- or just in general, but I guess I got carried away lmao.

I also wanted to write something like this to widen my writing skills and, also cause I want to try to write in all genres to see which one I’m best at.

Please don’t be harsh💀 This might feel rushed, cause I kinda did, cause I felt uncomfy.

I also uploaded this on ao3, @wandaswitch

2K notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 10 days

Text

Play That Zeppelin Tune (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Request: Can I request road head with Dean? I feel like this is a PERFECT concept for him, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one! 🙏🏼

Summary: You and Dean had a deal - no strings attached. But you both knew that wouldn’t last long.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI ,road head and vanilla sex in the Impala

Led Zeppelin songs mentioned in the fic: Ramble On , Since I’ve Been Lovin’ You and I Can’t Quit You Baby

Word count: 3k

Note: This was so fun to write. I’m really happy how it turned out. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

And a huge thank you to my wonderful beautiful best friend @ambergoddess444 for helping me edit the fic and being my QUEEEEEEN! <3

Driving into the evening twilight, not a care in the world, you were happy. It was chilly that day, spring was lingering in the air but was still too shy to show its face. The car was purring smoothly, while the trees around you were just one long colorful stain in your peripheral vision. The road was smooth, with few bumps here and there but still smooth nonetheless.

Leather jackets clung perfectly to your bodies as the wind played with your hair. You both decided it was cold, but not cold enough to keep the windows closed.

After Night Moves by Bob Seger ended, silence entered the car before Dean eventually asked you:

“Zepps or AC/DC?”

“Stupid question, Zepps.” You answered.

***

Keep reading

1K notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 10 days

Text

Love you too late

Inspired by the song "love you too late"

"I wish this whisky

Would make her miss me

Like I wish she did"

When you turned down going on a hunt that should’ve been his first clue. He believed you when you said you weren’t feeling good. Coming home he realized just how true that statement had been when he walked down the stairs into the bunker and was met with silence. Sam was the one to find the note you left on the table in the library.

"Pouring up another one

Won't change what I should've done

Before she left, now all that's left is"

You told him how you couldn’t face loving someone who couldn’t open their heart to you no matter how much you proved that you were in it for the long haul.

He knew you well enough to know your bags had already been packed and the decision had been made long before you sat out this particular hunt. Looking back now and reading it in your own words he could clearly see everywhere he had went wrong.

"Mile by mile and city by city

She's getting over me and man

It ain't pretty, no"

He could clearly remember the first time you told him you loved him. He had gotten seperated from you and Sam on a hunt. When he found the two of you he was covered head to toe in blood and the fear had been plain on both yours and Sam’s face until he smirked and said “It aint mine sweetheart” You’d pratically threw yourself into his outstretched arms and the words had tumbled out before you could stop them “God dammit I love you” He’d been surprised to say the least and saw the way your face fell when he didn’t say it back.

A few weeks passed and you would let it slip. Whether after a close call or after sex. Every time he could tell it was in earnest and every time your face fell when he didn’t say it back. “Man why don’t you just tell her how the hell you actually feel?” had been Sam’s argument every time you weren’t around. He had of course gave his brother multiple reasons as to why he couldn’t say those words no matter how he felt.

"Probably cranking up some new freedom song

Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone

While I'm dying here tonight

Staring goodbye in the face"

After so many times of saying it only to have it go unanswered you’d grown a bit detached. You’d work the hunts. You’d smile in his and Sam’s face all the while tearing yourself apart inside. Maybe he really didn’t feel the same way about you?

The deciding factor for you had been after a particularly rough hunt. You’d gotten hurt and while Dean stitched you up he hadn’t spoke a word but Sam had been the one to admit the fear that had come along with seeing you hurt and the relief of seeing you get back to your feet.

That night you tried one final time “Dean I love you but I need some clue that you maybe feel the same way or else I’m just complicating both our lives for nothing”

Once again your words had gone unanswered.

"I can't take back what

I never said but

If I could, man I would

Try and make her see"

If there was one thing you knew about this life was that you could die the next day. No matter how much you loved Dean and no matter how close you’d gotten with Sam it was time to move on.

You waited until him and Sam had found a case on the east coast. Something that would be a few days drive and give you a head start. You’d smiled and assured them both you just didn’t feel like a hunt and watched as they left before going to the room you once shared with Dean and grabbing the duffle bag out the closet.

You paused long enough to leave a letter on the table knowing Sam would find and hoping he would understand why you’d had to do this. Hoping he would be there for Dean if he even cared you were gone.

With a final look back at the bunker that had been your home you shut the door and headed for your car. You would decide where you were headed once you got on the interstate.

"If I had half a clue

Where she was heading now

I'd do what I had to do

To make her turn her car around"

He looked at the time on the wall and realized it was after one in the morning. He’d called you too many times to count and he was certain by this point you’d turned off your phone.

Sam had given him space going to bed hours before. He was alone in the kitchen with nothing but your letter and a bottle for company.

He read the last line for the hundredth time before throwing it down and saying to the empty space “I love you…son of a bitch sweetheart I should’ve told you how much I love you”

"I can't take back what

I never said but

If I could, damn I would"

131 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 11 days

Text

Movie Night

Emily Prentiss × GN!Reader

Fluff

For: @d33pd3sire-blog

Content Warnings: Mention of wine, miscommunication trope my beloved

Summary: Movie night doesn't go exactly as planned.

Author's Note: I'm back!!!! So sorry for the wait, but I have stuff in the works, I promise!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN!

It was movie night. The two of you always curled up on your couch, joined by Sergio, popcorn, and the remnants of whatever you had eaten for dinner and the wine that went with it.

Every Friday night, you alternated between her place and yours. But by six, you were getting antsy. She hadn’t come to your apartment yet, and you weren’t sure when she would arrive. Emily always got there a half hour early to eat together.

New Message: Em ❤️

Do you want to cancel?

Recieved 6:30

You narrowed your eyes in confusion, trying to understand what she meant.

Why would I cancel?

Sent 6:31

New Message: Em ❤️

Because you’re an hour late.

Received 6:34

You weren’t an hour late. She was the one late, and now she was getting on your nerves.

We watched ‘Lady Bird’ at your place last week.

Sent 6:35

Now she wasn’t responding, and you were worried.

Babe? Is everything okay?

Sent 6:42

After a few more minutes of nervous pacing, you heard a knock on the door before she gave up and let herself in.

“I’m so sorry, I was exhausted and I thought you were coming over and I was prepared for you and everything-”

You cut her off with a quick hug, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“That’s fine. I was worried you were blowing me off.”

She laughs at you, shaking her head and returning the kiss.

“Why would I ever blow you off?”

You shrugged, trying to think of a response before realizing a mouth-watering smell filled the room.

“What’s that?”

She grins sheepishly, setting a tray on the counter beside the two of you. Your eyes widened in surprise as you examined the tray.

"Lasagna? Did you make this for me?"

She shakes her head, shifting on her feet awkwardly.

“Yes and no. I tried making one, but apparently, I botched Rossi’s recipe. Luckily, there’s an Italian place that offers to-go near my house.”

You smiled at her gesture. Here you were, thinking she was blowing you off, and instead, she was trying to make you a homemade dish on her day off.

“Still sounds delicious, babe. Let’s eat.”

122 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 14 days

Text

With A Modern!Reader

──── ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧ ────

summary | How the House of the Dragon characters would react to a reader from our world

warnings | None

this is a work of fiction. i do not own these characters

divider by @princessbellecerise

Jacaerys Velaryon

Jace is surprisingly cautious. It’s not as if he’s afraid of you, you’re just so…different that it takes a while for him to even approach you

When he does, you may think he’s being hostile but really he’s just curious

He keeps his distance at first, but out of everyone he’s the first to warm up to you

He likes hearing about your world, taking walks with you and listening intensely

He thinks it’s fascinating, but more than anything Jace would be the one not afraid to truly introduce you to his world, taking you on tours, showing you around and even letting you pet his dragon while he watches you with a smile

It’s clear that the main difference between your worlds is the magic aspect, so while he’s fascinated with all your technology, you’re fascinated by his dragons and the fact that actual witches exist

Both concepts are very hard for the other to grasp, so you and Jace spend your time discussing and having fulfilling conversations, telling the other facts and details about where you’re from and enjoying every minute of it

Daemon Targaryen

Daemon is amused

He is the first to believe you when you say you’re not from his universe because my gods, it’s obvious from your clothes to your speech you obviously weren’t raised in this world

And man, he gets a kick out of watching you struggle with the social norms, often laughing and whisking you away when your mouth gets you in trouble more than once

He scoldes you and tells you that things are different where he lives, that the social customs require you to remain proper and not curse out every Lord that has something problematic to say

He’d teach you how to ‘behave’ while simultaneously encouraging you to be yourself for his own sake, because Daemon loves watching you start arguments and debates, trying to catch his people up with the modern terms you’re used to

Of course, it never works but he looks forward to it nevertheless because it makes the otherwise insufferable events that much more bearable

Lucerys Velaryon

Luke is very cautious at first. Even more so than his brother, because while you talk like you’re from more advanced times, Luke is still convinced that you’ll view and treat him the same as everyone else in his world does

It’s only when you happen to bring up the fact that you and your siblings have different dads is he really interested in what you have to say

And when you tell him that the rumors you’ve heard about him don’t matter, that nobody really cares about blood that much where you come from, will he really start to warm up to you

You’ll see a whole other side to Lucerys that no one has really seen before; he’ll open up to you and tell you all about his worries of possibly being a bastard

Likewise, you’d tell him that you relate to feeling out of place seeing as you’re not even from the world. You’re used to people gossiping about you as well and when it all becomes too much, you and Lucerys have a way of seeking comfort in one another. This caused you both to form a strong bond over your shared feelings

Aemond Targaryen

Aemond is confused

He’s perplexed, and at first he doesn’t like you because he’s never met someone that’s challenged him so much

From your clothes to your speech to your strange gadgets, everything about you is just so…weird. He doesn’t understand where you came from and why, but out of everyone he’d be the most willing to get you home

During this time, you both would more than likely bond in a sort of frenemie way

Aemond with his constant teasing of your lack of knowledge on how things worked in his world, and you because of his so called out-dated attitude

He’d be shocked when you completely disregard his status and talk to him like he’s just a regular person. You don’t see him as Prince Aemond, just the Aemond that’s slightly stuck-up; which you also never fail to remind him.

You’re just so casual with how you interact and joke with him. And over time, Aemond finds himself more and more attached to you. Because by gods, all he’s ever wanted was for someone to appreciate him for him, and not because of his title or standings in the world

And you being you, you don’t really care about any of that and he can’t begin to explain how grateful he is that the universe decided to send you to him, even growing to be sad and a little more hesitant when it’s time to send you home

Aegon Targaryen

Aegon is fascinated

Less so by you and more so of the world that you left behind. And even more so of the trinkets that somehow came over with you

In all his life, Aegon had never met someone that had things that he didn’t. After all—he was a prince and that meant he usually had the best of the best

But you? You have things he’d never even dreamed of having. Like glasses that block out the light (perfect for his hangovers) and medicine to also help with the aftermaths of his drinking

He’s so fascinated when the guards empty your bag, never once hesitating to pick up your strange stuff and demand to know what it does

Of course, you have to tell him to chill out a little bit and that his title doesn’t really matter to you because you’re not from his world

And Aegon is perplexed, and honestly slightly jealous that he can’t control you, nor can he compete with all the technology that you have

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Out of everyone, she is the most understanding of your situation

When you first arrive, Rhaenyra takes you under her wing and never once makes you feel like an outsider. She’s a little bit hesitant, sure, but it’s really not all that hard to believe you

She’ll listen to you and when you need help, she’s always there to offer her aid

With her around, it’s super easy to understand the world that you’ve landed into. After all, Rhaenyra is happy to show you the ropes herself and fill you in on all the ways you have to act in order to survive in her world

You quickly become grateful for her presence because it helps to soothe all of the rumors and questions people may ask about you. After all, she’s no stranger to them herself

And with one look from the princess/future Queen, people are bowing their heads and running off, leaving their intrusive words abandoned

1K notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 14 days

Text

𝕷𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖟𝖊

𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖞𝖗𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰: 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯

( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔣 𝔰𝔢𝔵𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔱𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 )

𝗥𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗡𝗬𝗥𝗔 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 she crumpled the pale gold-tinged parchment and threw it over one shoulder and into the warm fireplace. 'Meet Me At Midnight' It reads, given to her the morning prior by her uncle. She notes silently the little inked heart, her first initial in the centre, a staple of who it's from. Daemon was the only one she could trust to deliver such messages as of late. A wave of giggles overcome her as she shimmies into the common-boy clothes given to her by her uncle three years prior when she was still only a girl. But she's a woman now and trying to conceal her giddiness on her way to meet her also woman lover. It's not only the scandal that excites her but the woman she has yet to meet with today. She tugs a cap over her head to camouflage her Targaryen hair though she knows that everyone there will recognise her anyway. Rhaenyra decides that she doesn't care–not when it means she can stay by your side until the early hours of the morrow.

When she arrives at the brothel, her breath catches. She can see her through one of the high windows. Waiting just for her. Rhaenyra swallowed. A smirk itches at her lips as she pushes through the wooden door, greeting the madam who is already grinning at her star benefactor. Rhaenyra doesn't have to say a thing after she's noticed and immediately starts up the stairs. The forever nerves that twist her stomach push against her stomach, she's afraid they'll try and rip out. It would be a shame but at least she would be able to reach her lover and see the beautiful sight of her as she passed. She finally reached the door and knocked briskly, two and then one to signify her sigil; two for duty and one for desire. Rhaenyra may have never told her lover of this but that isn't important so as she knows herself. Rhaenyra opens the door like routine and when she enters, the smirk from before quirks up in glee. Y/n is sat before her with that familiar teasing gaze. Rhaenyra remembers the first night they met.

Daemon had incited her lust, gripping it in a firm bruising grasp only to drop it coldly to the floor. She was angry, upset and hungry though not for food. But above all, she's embarrassed as she walks shamefully through the whorehouse, trying to find her way despite her uncertainty. She trips and flounders as she's surrounded by leering men and inquisitive women. She peers awkwardly around a stone column no doubt put together clumsily. However, the young princess' eyes widen in surprise as a new sight greets her. A girl, her age, almost smacked into her. Both girls look alarmed as they meet but while Rhaenyra appears shocked, the other girl is on the brink of laughter. Her heart rate raises considerably. She swallows as the girl snickers. "I'm sorry." She finally says and Rhaenyra flushes pink, her voice is so beautiful–no. That's not the right word, she can't think of any word that suits her enough. Instead of insisting her own fault, though she's thinking it profusely and berating herself for bumping into such a pretty woman, Rhaenyra clears her throat. "Then you shall have no problem making up for it." She ignores the shake in her voice. The unknown girl raises an eyebrow at the brash tone, teasing to show her lack of offence. Rhaenyra feels naked under her gaze. Her Targaryen features don't seem to make any intimidating affect on her. Lightly, the girl trails up Rhaenyra's thick cloth shirt, the buttons being flicked under the graze of the woman's fingers. It's not only Rhaenyra's heart that pounding now as her lust forms a lump in her throat. She bites her lip. "What might satisfy you, my princess?"

Rhaenyra likes the way her title falls off her lips, she has to close her eyes to prevent herself from tightening a hold on her. She feels bewitched and enchanted at once. "I seem to have lost my way." The girl frowns and then chuckles. "I am afraid I know not of directions though if my room is of use, I shall gladly offer it. I wouldn't want to be beheaded for letting a princess lose herself." Despite her better judgment, Rhaenyra accepts. She has never been happier in any of her decisions before that night.

Both women stare at the ceiling as they have done countless nights before–both with sickening love-drunk gazes. Rhaenyra likes that Y/n allows her to stay quiet in moments like this, the Targaryen resents that she still gets so overwhelmed after all these years but at Y/n's soft praises she can't help it. When their escapades first invited themselves, she and Y/n wouldn't converse too much but a bond had settled over them–Rhaenyra was convinced that they had mated together, she was a dragon after all. When she's upset Y/n listens to her even when she's upset over nothing in particular, she doesn't read into it like those at court do...like Alicent did. She trusts her to ask for help only if she wants it. Rhaenyra knows what those at court also say about her, scrutinising her every move, breath and the very gender she was assigned. She turns her head to look at Y/n to find her asleep. It doesn't deter Rhaenyra from laying a gentle kiss against the corner of her mouth. She grins. It is true that she was no longer new to the feeling of a woman beneath her nor atop her, it felt as good as any man and certainly better than Criston Cole had ever been. She often tried to fool herself that that was the reason she kept coming back.

Rhaenyra had bought her lover's sexual freedom the second time they lay together which stood three weeks after they had met. She was a possessive girl, a dragon, and alike her uncle she refused to share.

Y/n isn't used to waking up without Rhaenyra, but she is used to seeing the purple jewellery perched on her dresser. She grins mischievously but it's the warm haze she recognises too well that lurches her heart. Rhaenyra from the castle knows that people are talking. She rolls her eyes. "Ūndegīon aōha līve, riña?" Daemon hisses, suddenly beside her as she awaits her chance to escape. (Seen your whore, girl?) Rhaenyra grits her teeth. "Ziry daor sagon iā līve lo ziry mērī serves nyke." She argues. (She cannot be a whore if she alone serves I) He raises his brows and snickers at her huff, raising a chalice to his lips and drinking deeply. She doesn't care, she doesn't care about any of their talk anymore. Rhaenyra can only count the hours until she can meet with her darling lover again. She hopes to escape her suitors for another round this week. Her father finally catches her eye, his jaw tight and eyes narrowed. Rhaenyra tenses but if she were to tell her father where she has been, she feared she would be skinned alive. "He thinks you wish to wed me over some lord." He murmurs, trying to hold onto his brother's attention as long as possible. It delights him to annoy Viserys and it delights Rhaenyra to stray his suspicions. "It is either that or we've been secretly engaging in acts unbecoming of a young woman." She almost hopes they think that if it means she won't have to wed them either. It wouldn't be the first time, Otto glowered at her. She can almost hear his words ringing in Viserys' ears.

When she's back in Y/n's bed, she feels dizzy. She clutches at her h/c strands and moaned loudly. Her breathing increases as she drived her tongue deeper. She bites so hard, she fear she's going to bite through her lip. The taste of copper proves her right but she doesn't care. Her lover finally connects their hands, interlacing their fingers. It's refreshing when her barrier is shattered and Y/n's lips are kissing her gently. "They think I want to marry my uncle." She breathes, finally telling her lover what troubled her. Y/n halts, frozen for a moment. The silence grips Rhaenyra. "Fools." Y/n finally laughs and it's like the sun has shone on the princess. The relief is kissing her. "Get it off your chest." She murmurs again, tracing her finger over the said body part. She raises her eyes to Rhaenyra's lavender ones. She grins wickedly and begins pressing wet kisses along it. "Or shall I, ñuha jorrāelagon?" Rhaenyra's breath hitches. (my love). "You remember?" She smiles. "Always." And she is in bliss again. It's all she needs as she smothered yet again in a beautiful haze, wrapped in the charge of her heart.

469 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 14 days

Text

Her right.

—£Yan!Step!Mother!Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader.

—£ Part 1.

—£ The reader was sent to the vale whine she grew up, only knowing Alicent for a while.

—£ Warnings: Unhealthy romantic relationships, Yandere behavior, Obsession and protective, reader being pure, Gay relationship, everything I usually write about.

“I’d like that very much my queen.” You watch her lips curl into a smile. She was beautiful to you, like the women back “home”. “Call me Alicent. No need for formal names.”

“If you wish it, Alicent.”

In anyway she wanted.

558 notes · View notes

wandanatswitch · 14 days

Text

In a world of boys, he’s a gentle man

pairings: Jake Peralta x female reader

warnings: Men being men. Angst with happy ending.

word count: 2.6k

summary: You’re having a hard time at work, things are stressing you out and you’re at a crossroad in your relationship with Jake but he’ll always fix his mistakes.

———————————————————————

The blaring of your obnoxious alarm fills your ears. Ripping you from your sleep for another day of work, another day of men undermining you, another day of unsolved crimes.

You reluctantly drag yourself out of your bed and get ready. To make matters worse you and your boyfriend Jake were fighting- you wanted him to move in but his fear of commitment made him laugh the topic off and diminish your feelings. You understood his issues, but it wasn’t fair. So you told him you needed space, and surprisingly he hasn’t contacted you yet. Not that you’re necessarily upset about that, you had mixed feelings.

You arrive to work at 9:12am. And there stands holt an eyebrow raised at you. You sigh and begin.

“I’m sorry sir. I got stuck in traffic.”

“So you’re the only one of my detectives late because of traffic, even though you live closest to the precinct.” Holt gives you a stern look and you just nod and walk into his office. He follows you in and shuts the door, you take a seat.

“I’m sorry captain. I don’t know what you expect me to say.”

“I appreciate the apology. But I’m worried about you (Y/L/N), you’re one of the finest detectives in the precinct yet you cannot unsolve simplest of cases?”

“I know. I just have a lot going on right now.”

“Well I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to take your cases and put you onto paperwork tasks. I understand it won’t help but it’s protocol.”

You just nod and exit his room, not looking where you’re going you walk right into Hitchcock who spills his coffee all over you. You take a long breath and look right at him. Violent outbursts weren’t your thing, but the stupidity of the situation is making it hard not to punch him in the face.

“Would you watch where you’re going!” You storm off into the women’s bathroom to dry your shirt off. A worried Amy follows you in.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Amy asks, slowly moving towards you where you stand drying your coffee stained blouse.

You look at Amy and can’t help the tears that are filling your eyes. “I’m sorry i’m fine. It’s not big deal.”

Amy puts a hand on your arm, giving you a reassuring smile. “I know you’ve been stressed recently, and I’m sorry that your cases have been reassigned. But think of it as a break. Now you can have time to think.”

You nod and offer her a smile. Amy was undoubtedly your best friend, she had a way of understanding your feelings and you appreciated that more than you could explain.

“Thank you Ames. you’re amazing.” You and Amy share a hug before she leaves the bathroom. You dry your shirt by which time you’ve collected your thoughts. Allowing you to go back out there with a clear head and better intentions.

Walking back to your desk you get a few reluctant glances, you know it’s bad when people look at your like you’re Rosa. Half way through your first paper work task you get a short tap on your shoulder, you turn around to see Jake. He looks worn down, not as enthusiastic as usual. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little bit bad, your aim was not to upset Jake when you said you wanted space, but to give yourself time to think. Which you haven’t even had a chance to do yet.

“I brought you a coffee.” Jake says, it was strange to see him so… calm? The main reason you agreed to go out with Jake was because he made you laugh. Because being with him was easy, you didn’t have to change yourself to be with him and that was all anyone could ask for. But the last few days he has been indifferent, you couldn’t help but blame yourself.

“Thank you.” You smile and take the coffee from his hands. Jake nods and starts to walk away, he glances back at you. Continues to walk, glances back again then walks back to you.

“Can.. we talk later? I know you want space but I hate this. I feel bad and it’s just..”

You cut him off with a sympathetic look. “Jake..” you begin, your tone flat.

“Yeah. sorry.” He walks away, this time not looking back.

You sigh and look to your left where Charles is sitting shaking his head and wiping his eyes. You furrow your brows at him and he takes that as an invite over. He walks over to your desk, his shoulders slumped.

“Can I help you Charles?”

“God. I’m so worried about you and jake. These last few days have been utter hell. I haven’t felt this helpless since Elenor and I divorced. I’m so upset I can’t even eat my stake tartare.”

“Maybe that’s for the best Charles, sounds absolutely disgusting.” You shake your head in disgust, “as for me and Jake we are grown adults and can sort it ourselves. Don’t stress.”

“That’s impossible! I’ll talk to Jake. I know how to solve the issue, a nurturing shower where he tenderly washes your hair with lavender shampoo.”

“Seriously?! Go back to your desk.” You shoo him away with your hand. Accepting defeat, sometimes you feel bad for dismissing Charles, but not today.

By lunch time you made a reasonable dent in your paperwork. You glance over to Jake, he’s doing paperwork too. But nothing is distracting him, not even the fact that captain Holt cracked a smile, at least someone’s in a good mood.

“Come on get your stuff we’re going to get lunch.” Rosa says standing in front of your desk with her arms crossed. Behind her is Gina.

“This doesn’t mean I care about you by the way girl. I need a break from my endless paperwork.”

You look over to Gina’s desk and roll your eyes, she had two files sitting there. “Wow I couldn’t imagine it. Is Amy coming?”

“It was her idea to bring you to lunch, then she got out her colour coordinated file of conflict resolution to help you lighten up. So I told her the wrong place, being around nerds is not what I need right now. Poor Amy sitting alone with nothing but her folder.” Gina shrugs.

You grab your jacket and go out with Gina and Rosa. You go to a cafe near the precinct, the cafe echoed with small talk and coffee pots brewing. It was peaceful compared to the loud precinct, the constant keyboard clicks and nonsense talk could of easily driven you mad.

“Damn I think you ruined Jake’s life, he’s a serious depresso these days.” Gina starts.

“I did not ruin his life. I needed space.”

“Why? Did his immaturity get the better of you?” Rosa questioned, you were slightly surprised at her input. Usually an outing with Rosa entails complete silence.

You sigh taking a sip of your drink. “I wanted us to move in together. He brushed it off saying there’s no need. So I told him I needed space from him and time to think, I feel bad sure but I don’t know what to do. It feels like he doesn’t love me enough to work through these issues.” You swallow back the lump in your throat.

“Mmkay well not to give you a compliment but Jake does love you.” Gina retorts. Rosa nods in agreement.

“You always try to get me to talk about my feelings, so take your own advice and go talk to him.” Rosa added.

“I don’t know what to say, we’ve been together for almost two years and it feels like we’re capped at the newly established relationship part.”

“I think that’s enough relationship talk. Who do you think we are, Amy Santiago? No.” Gina scoffed, as she did the food arrived. You sit with your friends eating lunch and listening to Gina talk about her upcoming dance competition and her love for Beyoncé.

———————————————————————

“Thanks for lunch.” You smile at Gina and Rosa as you sit back at your desk.

“Yeah whatever you’re welcome.” Rosa shrugs. You continue with your work, peacefully getting through your tasks with your mood peaking by the minute.

“(Y/N) can you give these files down to officer Smith?” Your sarge Terry asks, you get the files off his desk and get into the elevator to go downstairs.

It was no secret that the officers downstairs were dicks. They didn’t like you, especially officer Smith as you rejected him years ago. Ever since then he’s been making remarks about you attempting to piss you off, this has been applied to Jake as well because he is your boyfriend. Right after stepping out of the elevator you hear a wolf whistle coming from officer Smith. you roll your eyes and walk to his desk handing him the files.

“A present for me? You shouldn’t have.”

You ignore his words and explain the contents of the files, he doesn’t seem to be even paying attention but you didn’t care. That was until he piped up.

“How come you’re giving me files and not Gina?” You go to speak and he puts his finger to his mouth silencing you. “Don’t tell me the nine nine’s lousiest detective has been placed on desk duty.”

“It’s absolutely none of your business. But even so desk duty is much better than being stuck as a first rate officer for eight wasteful years.”

“Ah typical (Y/L/N) being a bitch when she gets her feelings hurt.”

“You’re pathetic. Don’t you get bored of being a dick?”

“You’re Goddamn insufferable. Just shut the fuck up and clear off.”

“Gladly. When you get off your ass for the first time today make sure to leave these files back.”

With that you walk away, but the cruel words that he shouted after had you clenching your fists and unwillingly crying in the elevator. That man knew how to get under your skin and you hated him with a burning passion. As you walk out of the elevator you wipe your eyes trying to mask the fact you’ve been embarrassingly crying. And once again you collide with someone. Their hands steady you by grabbing your shoulders. You sigh and look up, seeing Jake with a concerned look plastered on his face.

“Are you crying?”

“No.” You scoff as if you’re offended by the accusation.

“What happened?”

“Just Officer Smith being a dick.” You mumble.

His thumb lightly brushes a stray tear from your eye, you unwillingly melt into his touch, it’s warm and makes you feel safe.

“Whatever he said to you is irrelevant. He’s the biggest jerk ever. Don’t stoop down to his level and listen to what he has to say. You’re worth so much more than that.”

“Thank you Jake.” You run your thumb over his knuckles, a soft smile apparent on your face. Jake squeezed your hand three times, and you return the gesture. His face immediately brightens up, your eyes meet and you find yourself getting lost in his.

You hear a clearing of a throat, you look to your side seeing captain Holt stood with him arms crossed. You immediately drop Jake’s hand and he lets go of your shoulder. You both go back to your own desks. Today has made you realise talking to Jake is the best solution, it was only making you both miserable being apart. So you write him a note reading: ‘want to come over later?’ You throw it at him and it hits him in the head.

You watch his reaction to reading it. He scribbles something back on the page and throws it in your direction, but unluckily it hits Holt right in the face as he walks past your desk. You watch Jake’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights as he quickly looks down and pretends to be writing.

“Who on earth threw that?!” Holt rages. Everyone looks up from their desks yet no one takes accountability. Holt picks up the paper and reads it out. “Want to come over later? As long as we can watch die hard. (Ps. that shirt you’re wearing looks hot af)”

Your face turns a deep crimson as you look down at your desk, refusing eye contact. Everyone is quiet, mostly likely mentally scarred by the note. until Charles pipes up.

“WOOHOO!” He yells. “my dream couple are back. Did take my advice Jakey?”

“No Charles. I did not spoon feed her duck soup!”

“Gosh it’s a miracle things worked out.” Charles replied. You look over to Amy who looks just as disgusted as you from Charles’ statement.

“You two my office. Now.” Holt says whilst walking back to his office.

Jake follows behind you into Holt’s office, you both take a seat as does Holt. He does not look happy, or so you assume. He was difficult to read.

“Today started wonderfully. Everyone had work done. I even cracked a smile.” Holt starts. “However you two acting like teenagers is ridiculous! Throwing notes to each other like you’re in middle school?”

“(Y/L/N) started it.” Jake shakes his head in dismay. “She’s such a child.”

“Shut up Peralta.” You smack his arm, making him pull a classic face at you. You roll your eyes and cross you arms looking back at your captain.

“If you two can’t act mature then I’ll have to come up with a plan to keep you apart.”

You both mutter a sorry and he dismisses you. Of course the second you step out of his office you look at Jake and the both of you burst out laughing.

“What did I just say!” Holt shouts out, you both stop laughing and immediately go back to your desks.

———————————————————————

Your door knocked and you went to answer it. standing there is Jake with flowers, a tiny teddy bear and a bag full of snacks. You smile and let him in, letting him know the pizza is on its way.

“For you my lady.” Jake says in a God awful posh accent. You take the flowers and other things from him. You find yourself blushing at the thought of him buying you these things.

“Well aren’t you just a gentleman.” You kiss his cheek, he takes your chin in his hand and moves your face to look at him. Your foreheads touch and he leans in to kiss you, the kiss is tender and loving. You run your free hand through his hair and slowly pull back.

“I’m sorry for not taking things seriously.”

“It’s okay.”

“No I was being an idiot. I love what we have, and of course I want to move in with you. But that freaked me out and I was unfair. I want you to know that I would do anything for you. I want this for us, I want to come home with you every night, I want to wake up next to you every morning. I’m serious about you, I should have just told you that from the start. but I messed things up and to think that I almost ruined us-“

You shut him up by kissing him, you feel his smile against your lips. His hands go to your hips pulling you closer. You slowly pull away and he pulls you into a hug. The scent his cologne fades all the worries and doubts, it was simple. Jake was the only possible person you ever wanted to be with, and things would work out because you both were dedicated to making it work.

“Thank you.” You slowly pull back and stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Okay I’m glad that worked out because I already sold my apartment.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course you did.” You tease.

The pizza arrives and the two of you lay on your couch together, eating pizza and watching die hard for the thousandth time. At this point you swear you could recite the script. But if it makes Jake happy then it makes you happy.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

335 notes · View notes