Heyo! I just reblog the stuff I love here. In love with Selena Gomez and Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Not a writer but try to write fanfics/ (Peraltiagolove on Ao3).
i love it when you're sitting on the couch and your cat comes up and just yells at you. like. excuse me. i need pets. i am going to keep yelling until you pet my soft little head. and then you do.
And she’s a signatory of Jews for Justice for Palestinians, was one of the first people to say ‘fuck’ on British TV, proudly called herself a dyke during a televised Australian citizenship ceremony with their PM, and has been with her partner since 1968.
“Jake.” Amy’s voice is scolding, as it very often is, but there’s a hint of something more to it, a low buzz of enjoyment.
It might have to do with Jake’s hands currently pulling her sensible work blouse out of her sensible work slacks to travel across the skin hiding underneath it, or his lips making their way across her bent neck, biting down ever so often.
“We’re literally in front of a window-” She tries to be serious again, but his hands have found the button and zip of her sensible work slacks, and it’s kind of hard to keep focussed when his teeth find that spot under her ear.
“It’s a two-way mirror, not a window.” He states, matter-of-fact, as she whines with his hand sliding down into the front of her pants, slipping between her underwear and starting to stroke.
“It’s still- the interrog-ah!” She grabs his wrist to hold him still, but it’s far too late by now, and she can feel his smirk against her jaw as he pushes her hips back against his, lets her feel the fact that she’s not the only one getting improperly excited. “Jake- we’re at work-”
“No one’s in there. The door’s locked.”
“Terry is bringing a perp over in a few minutes-”
“Guess we’ll have to be quick. Or quiet.”
She wants to protest more, but only lets out a gasp when she feels cold air hit her bum, Jake’s free hand having made quick work of her slacks and his own zip. He’s hot and hard against her skin a moment later, rubbing between her thighs and clearly still waiting for her signal, even as his arms pull her back against him. She lets out a soft sigh, angling her hips only a little as he continues to nibble across her shoulder, and that’s more than enough of a sign for him to slide into her with a much louder sigh.
They barely notice the door in the room in front of them opening and closing, don’t really care for the disgruntled perp slamming down into his chair as Terry sits across from him, too lost in their own world of quiet grunts and fast thrusts, Amy linking her arms behind her to hold onto Jake as he pushes her closer and closer to the mirror, and she can’t help it, can’t keep her mouth from falling open with those little noises he usually loves so much-
“You’re too loud.” He whispers into her ear this time, though, well aware that despite the two-way mirror and general secrecy of the observation room, it is in no way soundproof. She whines as her head drops back against his shoulder, biting her lip.
“I ca-can’t-...Jake-”
His hand slips up, covers her lips before she can moan aloud again, presses against them carefully, and only when he feels her nod does he push harder, muffling her noises as he takes up the pace again. Her breath is hot against his fingers, her hands scrambling for purchase on whatever part of his shirt she can grab, and he’s never been this turned on before, this close to finishing before her even as his other hand keeps rubbing against her with every thrust-
-*-
The room he wakes up in is far more serene and quiet, the only noise apart from the street below their apartment being the quiet clink of a coffee cup that Amy places down on his side table before climbing back into bed, smirking as she lets a finger trail over the tent in the duvet covering him.
“Having fun without me, are we?”
“Well, you were there.”
“Aww.” She leans down for a soft good morning kiss, but doesn’t resist much when he wraps her up in a much tighter hug for a much longer kiss.
“We should totally have sex in the observation room.” He mumbles against her lips as they let go, and her raised eyebrow is more than judgemental.
“In your dreams, bud.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
“Oh, I see.” She rolls her eyes with that soft little smile he loves to wring out of her. “Well, that’s where that fantasy is staying, then.”
“Are you saying you don’t have a list of places at work we could sneak off to?!”
“I do not.”
“But you love lists!”
“Not ones that make me break practically every rule in the handbook-”
“You weren’t that against it when you dragged me off into the locker room to-”
“Remember how that story ended? With the whole dead captain and being found out and everything?”
Jake only huffs in response, and Amy grins as she runs a nail across his pouting lips, pulling it back quickly when he tries to bite it.
“Sorry, babe, but whatever idea your dream conscious has provided you with, the precinct is still off-limits.” She pecks a kiss against his pout instead. “But my apartment isn’t, so...”
Her hand drifts off down towards the duvet again, and he finally grins back.
“Not saying no to that lovely offer, but you gotta admit it’s not the same kind of thrill in bed than being pushed against a two-way-mirror.”
Amy actually seems to consider that for a moment, and he can see the ideas running through her head before she pins him down with a look that is very promising.
“There’s a one-way mirror in the bathroom, at least.”
And he’s never against joining his brilliant girlfriend in the bathroom, but he’s sure he’s also never pulled her in there as fast as he does now.
when ur gf is high key excited about something and u tryna tease her but u also don’t want to ruin her fun and also also u low key realize how in love u are
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