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Yelena: Crushes are the worst.
Y/N: Yeah, whenever I'm near mine, I start acting stupid.
Yelena: Pfff, you're always acting stupid.
Y/N: Yeah, don't think about that too much.
kate and yelena go on a hike and while they’re having fun walking, yelena keeps pointing out good places to bury a body and kate gets disturbed that she Wasn’t disturbed by yelena saying all this
thunderbolts came out on streaming yesterday and i miss them
“bob and yelen-“
NO. YELENA AND KATE.
drunk night
“Hey Beautiful you okay or is like the wo-world spinning” Cyrus said Drunk and not being able to hold his balance. “It’s definitely the world hun most definitely you” says Nayeli falling into him pressing her body against looking at him with her drunk eyes. Cyrus slowly helped her up kissing her lips gently “you taste hot and I like that” “says you hot stuff i could do so much right now” Nayeli giggled kissing his Neck and slowly begins to nibble on his neck.
As minutes Pass Nayeli pushes Cyrus on the bed strapping onto him “you gonna be a good boy?” Nayeli Giggles “maybe and what If I’m not” Cyrus looks at her smirking a little, “don’t worry walker don’t worry” runs her hand down his cheek taking her shirt off slowly wrapping it to cover his eyes like a blindfold “Hey what about my view” Cyrus said quietly but pouted a little as a joke “don’t worry cutie you’ll get you’re view soon” Nayeli giggled
As Minutes pass, their mouths fused together; their tongues battling for dominance as they fell back on the bed with their arms around each other. Nayeli gasped and moved back “Cyrus you’re just so so hot” Cyrus smiled rubbing their noses together “So are you beautiful” Nayeli pulled him closer and just began Making out with him not letting him go, Cyrus locked their kiss rubbing his hands all over their body “I wanna take this further Cyrus” Nayeli pushes him back to lay on the bed “How so?” Cyrus whispered in their ear. Nayeli stood up taking their shirt off his eyes and leaned back “Now let’s do something else okay?” Nayeli began to move a little back lowering her shorts slowly and sat back on him “Like what you see hehe” Nayeli giggled “I do I do” Cyrus Smirked
As minutes go on the room is Full of groans and Moans coming from Nayeli and Cyrus “Mhmmmm right there” Nayeli Moaned with her thighs around Cyrus as he ate her pussy out forgetting about everything else “Who’s my good girl?” Cyrus giggled going back to kissing her sensitive spots “I-i am oh I’m gonna cum” Nayeli Gripped on to the Bed letting out another moan, “Mhmm?” Cyrus groaned still eating her out. Nayeli began to leak and let out another moan as she looked down to see Cyrus lick most of it up “you’re such a freak but my handsome freak” kissing Cyrus’s head and lifting him up his chin “Free ice cream to me” Cyrus giggled and helped her a little.
As hours pass by, "Mmmm... fuck yeah, just like that..." Nayeli moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as they lost themself in the pleasure of Cyrus’s touch. Their plump lips parted, and a needy whimper escaped them when Cyrus hit a particularly sensitive spot, “Just the way you like it” Cyrus grinned and locked eyes with her, Nayeli cried out, her voice echoing in the room as she grinds her hips down to meet his thrust locking eyes with Cyrus "God, you feel so fucking good inside me don’t you fucking stop” Nayeli moaned rolling her eyes back trying to reconnect eye contact with Cyrus, “I feel like hmm. I’m gonna oh fuck” Cyrus groaned shaking as Nayeli rode his cock at a fast pace. “Oh I’m cumming mhmmm” Nayeli moaned gripping onto Cyrus’s shoulders giving him direct eye contact “mhmm fuck I think I already did” Cyrus groaned looking back at Nayeli holding her waist, “TOGETHER!” They both yelled.
After a few minutes, Nayeli had laid her head on Cyrus’s bare chest breathing in and out slowly wearing Cyrus’s baggy shirt and one of her shorts “I love you Walker” Nayeli smiled and looked up at him “I love you too Chen” Cyrus looked down kissing Nayeli’s head wrapping her in his arms. “So glad no one bothered us because all I’ll say say is someone knows how to treat his woman” Nayeli kissed his chin and kissing his neck laying her head back on his chest “Well that Woman means the absolute world to me” Cyrus leaned in kissing Nayeli’s head never letting her go. Minutes go on and on as they talk about what is to come and in the bling of second Nayeli cuddled on to Cyrus asleep arching her back by a little and Cyrus held her in his arms keeping her safe and warm from any harm and danger.
Thunderbolts* vs. The Internet: IV
Friday Again Garfie Baby
request:
They go to a dodgers game together then at the end when they’re leaving a fight breaks out n reader gets hit
i accidentally posted it while trying to save it into my drafts, so i deleted the request. anyway, here it is. i love this idea because protective angela!! protective angela on top 💗🙏🏼 also i know little to nothing about baseball so please forgive
fight
The game was crazy, to say the least.
At one point you and Angela were standing up and jumping up and down over the fact that the Dodgers were winning, and then they just weren’t.
So now the two of you were sitting down, feet up, and chewing on some stale popcorn you’d picked up on your way to your seats.
Angela was making sarcastic remarks about how well they were playing today.
This was only one of their first games of the season, but really, what was the purpose of all the preseason if they were just going to perform like this?
“Catch the damn ball,” Angela shouts as the ball is dropped for the umpteenth time today. “Oh my.”
“I’m gonna need a drink after this one,” You hold a hand over yours eyes.
“A strong one,” Angela agrees.
“I can’t even watch anymore,” You turn your head to look at your beautiful girlfriend.
“It’s almost over,” Angela lays her head back to put a hand-full of popcorn in her mouth. “And then we can do whatever we want the rest of the day.”
“Good,” You laugh. “I’m gonna need something to take my mind off this shit show.”
“I’m very good at that,” Angela turns her head towards you, smirking.
“Oh, yeah, are you?” You lean in to kiss her lips, and she kisses back. “You look gorgeous today, you know?”
“Oh, so I don’t any other day?” Angela fakes hurt.
You squint, making Angela chuckle a bit.
“Not what I meant,” You push her jokingly.
“And what did you mean?”
“That you look gorgeous,” You shrug. “I like your natural hair.”
“Now I’m gonna start straightening it,” Angela shakes her head, trying to bite back a smile.
“Okay,” You shrug. “I like you every way. Hair up, down, straight, curled, natural. I love all of you.”
“I love every part of you, too,” Angela puts her head back, looking at you sweetly.
“I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” You put a hand on your chest.
“Shut up,” Angela rolls her eyes.
The moment between the two of you stops as two men standing in front of you begin to get into it.
“You’ve gotta be kidding,” Angela pushes the fingertips of her pointer finger and thumb into her eyes. “We can’t have just one nice day without having to be cops?”
“I mean, we could just leave.”
“Yeah, lets. Before we become accessories to a crime,” Angela stands, grabbing her leather jacket and any trash she had.
You do the same, and step out into the steps so you could leave.
You go down a step when one of the men accidentally punches you across the face.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” You put your hand on your face where the man hit you, your eye watering from the pain.
You’d think after years of being a cop, you’d be used to the feeling of being punch in the face, but you weren’t.
“I— It’s fine,” You flex your jaw, trying to ease the pain, but it just makes it worse.
“Like hell it is,” Angela’s face only holds pure anger. “You never hit a woman.”
“It was an accident—“
Angela holds her finger up, “Let alone a cop.”
“Shit, I—“
“Save it,” Angela crosses her arms, the trash long forgotten on the floor of the bleachers. “You’ll be hearing from our lawyer.”
“Ange—“ You try to calm her, but she isn’t having any of it.
“No. He’s lucky I don’t arrest him right now,” Angela clenches her jaw.
“Baby,” You shake your head.
Angela’s eyes soften as she takes the step towards you. She tries to remove your hand from your face, but you resist.
“Let me see,” She demanded. “Come on.”
When she removes your hand, she sees that there’s a bruise getting ready to form, and she looks back at the man angrier than she was a second ago.
Angela places a kiss on the sore spot.
“Ah, so much better,” You wipe the stray tear.
“Good,” She caresses the spot, trying to ease your pain for you. “How bad does it hurt?”
“An 8,” You wince when she applies the tiniest bit of pressure.
“I’m sorry,” Angela looks at you with sympathy. She wants nothing more than to take that guy to the ground, but she knows right place, right time. And that’s definitely not here in front of all these people who were already staring.
“I’m not joking,” Angela gives the man a stern look. “We’ll be seeing you.”
“Come on,” Angela lightly grabs your arm. “Let’s go get you some ice.”
Later that night, you’d taken some Tylenol for the pain, and you were still holding an ice pack to your face.
Angela’s orders!
She had you lying across her chest, the two of you covered in a blanket.
Every thirty minutes or so, she made you get up so she could see your bruise, and she’d apply a kiss like she had at the stadium.
She was worried about a concussion, but you promised her that you knew the day, time, and president. As well as the fact that the only pain you had was in your cheek.
“I can’t believe that happened,” She tilts her head, examining your cheek again.
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Angela shakes her head. “You’re in pain, I feel so bad.”
“I promise it’s not your fault, Ange,” You run your fingers through her hair, holding it back from her face.
You place a kiss on her head, forehead, nose, and then finally her lips.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Angela presses her lips together, trying to suppress the worry growing in her stomach.
“Yes,” You kiss her again. “I promise. The pain and the bruise will be gone soon enough.”
“Good.”
“Especially if you keep kissing it,” You smile, tapping a finger to the tender spot, signaling her to give you a kiss there again.
Angela chuckles, “You’re cute.”
“Thank you,” You beam as she pulls your towards her to give you a kiss there.
“My turn,” You pepper kisses all over her face until she’s begging you to stop. “Feel better?”
“I should be asking you that,” Angela’s smile falters again, but grows once more when you give her a look. “I feel much better. Thank you.”
You lay back down, a mixture of the Tylenol, trashy television, and the feeling of Angela’s fingers in your hair causing you to pass out for the rest of the night.
Hiii, so I was wondering if you maybe could write something about Angela where she’s surprising reader with a vacation to Paris and maybe also her proposing on that vacation. Sorry if it’s confusing or any spelling mistakes English isn’t my first language. :)
i haven’t wrote for angela in a hot minute yall. it’s been a while and i don’t like it!
on another note, i’m going to start taking requests for celina juarez as well!
paris
You tightly grasp onto Angela’s hand as if your life depended on it.
If there was one thing you hated more than criminals, it was flying. The worst part was that Angela wouldn’t even tell you where you were going!
All you knew was she came up to you yesterday morning before your shift and told you the two of you were going on a surprise vacation.
And now she was just laughing at you as you all but broke the bones in her hand.
“Baby,” Angela grabs your other hand. “You need to breathe. We aren’t going to crash.”
“How can you be so sure? I mean—“ Your frown turns into a smile when you see Angela staring at you in that way.
The way she looked at you when she first told you she loved you. You loved that look. It was like she got lost in you - like she could watch you all day. Like no matter what you did she’d find amazing.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You cry softly, leaning your head against the headrest on the seat.
“Because you’re gorgeous,” Angela shrugs. “And I love you.”
It wasn’t like she didn’t tell you you were beautiful or gorgeous all the time. Or that she didn’t tell you she loved you at least three times a day. It was.. well, you weren’t quite sure what it was.
But something was definitely off with her, and you couldn’t wait to find out what.
“I love you too,” You breathe in nervously. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out soon, my love,” Angela promises.
You tap your feet against the plane floor nervously.
“We’re landing,” Angela tells you, leaning over to kiss you on your cheek.
“I didn’t break your hand did I?” You ask, your brows drawing together with worry.
“I don’t think so,” Angela flexes and extends her hand. “But a few kisses should make it better.”
You laugh and kiss her knuckles.
Paris was your dream. It was everything you could ever imagine and more.
You remember yours and Angela’s first date clear as day. When you told her your dream was to go to Paris. Even if it was just for a few days. And here the two of you were.
“I’ve been saving up since our first date,” Angela shrugs. “I know how much Paris means to you, and I wanted to see you happier than ever.”
You all but melt in your seat, “Ang.. I’m already happier than ever.”
Angela tilts her head, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
“Okay, I’m definitely happier than ever right now,” You admit, “But you make me so, so happy. This is just exhibit A.”
“Oh, I see where I stand,” She jokes.
“You know you’re my number one,” You smile gratefully. “I love you so much for doing this. You really didn’t have to.”
“I know.. but I wanted to. Plus, any reason to get you in a dress,” She shrugs, eyeing you up once again.
You’d went out to a nicer restaurant for tonight. Previous nights you’d just went to cafes and smaller shops, but tonight Angela suggested a nicer restaurant just so you could “experience” it.
Your favorite part was that Angela wasn’t fluent in French like you, so you got to order for her most of the time. Which was fun.
“You know I’d put on a dress just because you asked,” You told her.
“Hmm,” Angela lifts her brows suggestively. “I’ll have to take you up on that once we get back to LA.”
You chuckle, looking away for a split second.
“Don’t go all shy on me,” Angela smirked. “You are so cute. Look at your face getting all red.”
She knew just what to do to provoke you, because then your hands were making their way to your face, hiding your reddening features. Which gave her just enough time to pull the ring out and get down on her knee.
Your mind flashes back to a conversation you shared with Jackson a few months ago.
“How are you and Angela?” Jackson asks, his eyes focused on the road in front of him.
A smile formed on your face at the mention of your girlfriend’s name, “We’re good. We’ve been living together for a while now. I feel at peace.”
“Oh?” Jackson shared a smile with you, sparing you a small glance.
“What?” You frowned.
“Nothing,” Jackson gave you another glance that had you on the edge of your seat.
“What?!”
“Exactly how long have you guys been living together, now?” Jackson pulled into the parking lot at the station.
“I don’t know.. four or five months now?” You shrugged nonchalantly.
“And you’ve been dating…”
“Nine,” You answered. “What are you getting at?”
“I’m just saying.. maybe.. if she takes you on any vacation - specifically a surprise one - she might be thinking of taking the next step with you,” Jackson suggested.
“And what is that?” You had a look of confusion strewn across your face, like you genuinely didn’t know.
“Marriage,” Jackson said.
“Oh,” You turned to look out the window. “I don’t know. She might not even want to marry me.”
“Trust me, she wants to marry you,” Jackson opened the door and climbed out.
“What does that mean?” You asked yourself before jumping out of the car and running to him. “What does that mean, Jackson?”
“I’m just saying,” He shrugged. “If she didn’t intend on marrying you she probably would’ve told you already. Plus, she’s the only one who can put up with you.”
You smacked him.
“What? I’m just being honest.”
You laughed along with him and parted ways after noticing Angela at her desk.
“Hi, my love,” Angela logged out of her computer, all her attention immediately focusing on you.
“Hey,” You smiled and leaned down to give her a kiss, ignoring Jackson’s smirking expression in the background.
Your breath is caught in your throat as you remember the memory.
He was right.
God damn it, he was so right.
“I love you so much, Y/n M/n L/n,” Angela is shaking on her knee, and you realize how much she really loves you, as well as how nervous she is. This was what she was planning, and you couldn’t think of a better reason to go to Paris. “I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you, because I think I’m the only one who will put up with your obsession with Gilmore Girls, or you picky eating habits. Or how cold you need it to sleep.”
You chuckle, tears growing in your eyes.
“You’re the best P2 I know, not that there much competition, and I’m not just saying that because I hope you’ll marry me. I’m saying that because that’s what I know,” Angela looks at you with a soft expression. “I love you, okay? I brought you here because this is what you wanted more than anything. And I know we can’t afford to do our wedding here, but I plan on having our honeymoon here. So please, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” You jump up, and so does Angela.
She wraps her hands around the back of your neck, leaning your forehead down against hers, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
“Jackson—“
Angela laughs and shakes her head. “I know. He got in my head too.”
“I love you so much too,” You admit.
“You better.”
Angela Lopez x reader
Angela is jelly because a rookie is hitting on reader rookie doesn’t realize they’re married until they have a group outing
i don’t like how this came out, so i apologize if you don’t enjoy it. also, picture whoever you want as the rookie!
jealousy
She heard your laugh from across the station.
The two of you had met when you were a rookie, and she was your training officer. But now you’d became a T.O., while Angela moved up to a detective.
It annoyed her because sometimes she’d only see you an hour a day until the two of you rejoined at home.
It also annoyed her, because it seemed that your new rookie couldn’t keep his hands or eyes to himself. He also had a way with words, as in, he was a flirt.
He’d only been there a few days, as the new group of rookies just came in, so you couldn’t blame him for not knowing you were married.
You didn’t even really know he was flirting with you, you just thought he was being nice. The two of you had just found a mutual hobby when you guys pulled the shop in.
You also don’t even notice that Angela is watching or even worried about the flirting.
He touches your arm, and Angela has to force herself to keep calm and collected at her desk.
It was nearing the end of the shift, about twenty minutes left or so, and Angela was tempted to just leave early with you.
But that idea flew out the door when she remembered everyone was going out tonight to celebrate Nolan’s birthday.
She clenches her jaw and tries to keep her focus on the computer, but your voice keeps making its way to her ears, and it’s distracting her.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” Nyla looks up with a bored expression on her face.
Angela bites her lip and looks to the side, debating on whether or not to tell Nyla.
“That rookie is flirting with Y/n,” Angela slightly squints.
“Well, she is gorgeous,” Nyla tilts her head to look at the two of you. “But, you know, maybe that’s his type.”
“Well my wife is not up for grabs,” Angela goes to stand, but Nyla keeps her from standing and tells her to sit back down.
“You’ll just make matters worse if you say something in the middle of the station,” Nyla shook her head. “Shifts almost over, they can’t possibly talk that long.”
Oh, but you do. Angela changes and comes out to see the two of you still going on and on about only god knows what.
You don’t even notice her standing there, really, until she says she’ll meet you in the car.
She hears you tell him it was nice talking and then, of course, you being the person you are, you invite him along to the celebration.
He accepts, and lets you know he’ll be by soon.
You change quickly and then head out to the car where Angela is impatiently waiting for you.
She drives in silence for a few minutes until you say, “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Angela shrugs it off.
“If you’re tired, we don’t have to go tonight,” You say.
“No, it’s Nolan. We’re going,” Angela keeps her eyes on the road, and you get the feeling something is wrong.
“Okay,” You push it to the back of your mind as Angela pulls the car into the bar parking lot.
As soon as you get out of the car, Angela is at your side, her arm wrapped around your waist.
Mostly everyone, minus the rookie is there, so it’s hard to miss them in the back corner.
Angela and you stand as you order your drinks, and that’s the exact time the rookie makes his entrance.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
He tilts his head closer to you so you can hear him, and that’s what has Angela losing it.
“Listen here, asshat,” Angela steps in front of you.
“Ange—“
“She’s married,” Angela blinks. “To me. So if you want to go after a married woman, go after someone else’s wife. She is mine, and you will stop touching, looking, and flirting with her. Have a nice night.”
Angela turns around to see you with your mouth open.
“What?” Angela has a hand on her hip, and you think it’s the hottest thing ever. “He needs to know what’s mine.”
You laugh and kiss her back when she smashes her lips into yours.
“That was hot,” Your grab her hand. “Now, let’s go celebrate Nolan’s birthday.”
ੈ✩‧₊˚ the rookie kink hcs
ೃ⁀➷ characters; lucy chen, tim bradford, nyla harper, john nolan, angela lopez, wade grey, wesley evers, talia bishop, zoe andersen
ೃ⁀➷ nsfw content, mdni; afab!reader, aaaaaall the kinks - praise/degradation/sweet degradation, semi-public sex, sensory deprivation/play, authority kinks out the whazoo (plus some vv brief begging and manhandling), marking, sexting, hate sex (w aftercare), mommy/daddy kink, uniform kink, consensual voyeurism, mutual masturbation, orgasm control/denial, spanking (briefly described, not overly rough), bath sex, hair-pulling, quickies, toys, overstimulation, and a domme/sub dynamic
Freak in the sheets??? Hello?????