idk HOW i've missed ur cc fics but. omg. those r so good please keep writing!!! ur so talented & I LOVE YOUR WRITING STYLEEE <333
thank you so much you’re so sweet 😭 i definitely want to get back into writing for cc, i just haven’t had any ideas for fics. nevertheless, thank you sm that means the world to me :))
watching my baby's broadcasting debut on nbc made me cryyyy i'm so proud of her <3 look how beautiful she is
i tried my best to do this idea justice, i really hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Female Reader
Based on this request: I don’t know if you’re taking requests so if not just ignore this but if you are your Caitlin Clark fic was so good we need Sugar mommy Caitlin on Christmas
Warnings: kind of smut? not super duper explicit, but still sexual and suggestive. cute, soft dom, sugarmommy! cait, spoiled! reader
MINORS DNI; MEN DNI.
It was cold outside.
The kind of cold where bodies cuddled close together underneath thick blankets, feet wrapped in warm, fuzzy socks, chilly noses brushing as soft kisses pass back and forth.
Snow slipped heavily from the sky, coating everything in a pearly white. It was beautiful, but it meant being stuck inside.
Not that you could complain much, though. It was Christmas, after all. Your first one, actually, as a wife, newly married to the love of your life.
Heat thrummed lowly throughout the apartment, the faint scent of burning firewood lingering in the air. Last night was filled with Christmas Eve tradition - a candlelit dinner, matching pajamas, classic movies, hot chocolate, cookies and a few too many glasses of wine.
It ended how it usually does - with the two of you by the fireplace, piling presents under the tree, bright lights illuminating your faces; laughing, hands wandering, eyes soft and smiles a little too sweet to be innocent. It wasn’t, in the end.
As the sun crept higher into the sky, you began to stir. Slowly, at first, stretching sore limbs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Your fingers slid across the mattress, seeking the warmth of your wife. She was reaching for you first.
Caitlin’s warm palms skimmed up your spine, chasing the chill away. You smiled, meeting her eyes, already gazing at you with that familiar softness she held only for you. “Good morning, baby.” Her voice a gentle husk, brimmed with sleep and something sweeter.
“Morning, Cait.” You murmur, scooting closer for a kiss. A hand finds your waist, gripping the soft skin, pulling until your chests are flushed. The feeling of her skin makes you shiver, lips parting just enough for her teeth to grab and tug.
She kisses you again, harder, both hands pulling, bringing you ever so closer. Blankets slip down past your waist, greedy fingers exploring the skin.
“Merry Christmas to me.” Your tone is teasing, but your wife isn’t phased.
She tilts her head, pupils blown at the sight of you bare and beautiful. “How about you sit on my face before I make you breakfast, hm? That’ll be a Merry Christmas to me.”
She isn’t joking, though. So, you do end up on her face, your favorite seat, thighs shaking around her head, her warm mouth sucking on your aching, swollen clit, until she’s had her fill.
About an hour later, you’re tucked onto a barstool, in one of her shirts that’s big enough to hang down your legs. Her muscles flex as she scrambles the eggs, focus clear in the brightness of her hazel eyes. It’s nearly impossible not to stare. It’s more than endearing, how she puts her all into everything, even a task so simple.
She turns then, padding over to you, still in the matching gingerbread socks, lips pressing against yours. “You have a staring problem.”
You shrug, hands coming up to slide down her exposed arms. Slowly, palming at the muscles that jump beneath your touch. “Can’t help it. My wife is a goddess in a tank top.”
She smiles, all pretty teeth and crinkled eyes. “Flattery will get you everywhere, baby.”
Minutes later, you have a fresh omelet and toast plated up, your favorite hot morning drink to accompany it. She watches you eat, eyes lingering on your mouth.
It’s distracting.
“You’re not hungry?” You mumble in between bites of food, offering her a slice of toast. She shakes her head, running a hand through her hair. It’s longer now, and tousled in the most perfect way. From your hands, mostly.
“I had my fill earlier.” You nudge her with your foot, a bit embarrassed, grumbling behind a forkful of eggs. She leans closer. “Finish up. I’ll do the dishes while you take our drinks to the tree, yeah?”
You nod, and the last few bites of your food are quickly gone. Caitlin swipes the plate and takes it to the sink to clean. You do as you’re told, bringing both mugs to the living room coffee table.
The tree is huge; it took a few hours for both of you to hang the ornaments, minus the food and kissing breaks. The final product was worth it, though - it looked breathtaking, lighting up the room in a way no overhead ever could.
Mounds of presents sat at its base, each one pristinely wrapped, though there seems to be more than you remember seeing last night.
Like, a lot more.
“Uh…Cait? Where did all of these come from?” The brunette slips behind you then, crowding your space. She tugs you to her chest, nose nuzzling behind your ear. The hardened peaks of her nipples press against your back, the feel of her raising goosebumps on your arms.
“I put them there.” She murmurs, breath warm against your neck. You blink, feeling her big hands slip up your shirt. Her shirt.
“When?”
“This morning. You were out like a light.”
You pinch her arm gently, huffing. “I told you not to go overboard.”
She shrugs, kissing the soft spot near your shoulder. “I just wanted to make you happy.”
“Cait,” You sigh, turning to face her. Her eyes are impossibly soft, brows furrowed together. You cup her cheeks, gently brushing your thumbs along the warming skin. “I’m already happy being yours. That’s more than enough. You don’t have to buy me things and spoil me like some sugar baby.”
She laughs - loud, real, a cute dimple peeking through. “I mean, I kind of am your sugar mommy.”
A beat passes. Your skin grows warm. “No, you’re my wife.”
She grins, nosing your hand open to kiss your palm. “I can be both. Don’t limit me.”
With another gentle nudge, you settle yourselves onto the plush rug beneath you. It’s impossibly soft - you relish in the feeling as she flicks the fireplace on. Presents are distributed, your pile growing increasingly bigger and bigger.
“Cait.”
“Baby.” She pokes out her tongue. “You know one of my love languages is gift giving.” A hand moves to squeeze your knee. “I want you to enjoy your Christmas. Okay?”
You sigh, albeit reluctantly. It couldn’t be helped - once Caitlin wanted to do something, she would do it no matter what. “Yeah, okay. Thank you.”
She smiles, victorious. “You’re welcome, my love. Now open your presents, c’mon. I want to see that pretty smile.”
You do. Opening gift after gift, the wrapping paper pile growing taller and taller. Caitlin had quite literally bought everything you even mentioned wanting in passing. Things you mentioned while sitting on the couch together watching movies, while lounging in the passenger seat as she drove you two to dinner, while you stood at the kitchen counter scrolling through your phone and snacking on something. You didn’t think she was paying attention, she hadn’t expected her to, but she was.
She always did.
A little while later, everything was opened, laid out in front of you in an incredible display. Your mouth was nearly hitting the floor after going through it all. One by one. You couldn’t believe the level of attentiveness she displayed. “I…don’t even know what to say. How did you know I was even looking at any of this?”
Caitlin shrugs, kicking wrapping paper out of the way to bring your legs into her lap. Strong fingers work at the tightness in your calves, smoothing out your skin. “You talk out loud a lot. And you have your phone on full brightness all the time, I can easily see your screen.”
“I know, but I was just…window shopping. That doesn’t mean you have to get me all of it!”
She rolls her eyes, fondly. “Would you just let me spoil you? I do it because I love you, and because you deserve the world. This is just part of me doing that.” You pause at the honesty in her tone.
Your eyes water. You can’t help it.
Caitlin coos, helping adjust you into her lap. It’s warm, comfortable, familiar. Your arms loop around her neck, burrowing your face into her shoulder. “Don’t cry, my love.” Her voice is soft, hands rubbing gently up and down your back. “I love you.”
“I love you too. So much.” You sniffle, pulling back to wipe at the tears that fell. She helps, of course she does, pressing a kiss to each cheek.
“Thank you for mine, by the way. I love them. All of them.” She gestures to her pile of presents. Your heart warms at her words. You had meticulously picked out each item for her, knowing what she needed but wouldn’t replace herself, and what she wanted but wouldn’t buy for herself.
She would cherish each item, taking moments out of her long days to appreciate the things that you do for her, and the things that you get for her, no matter big or small.
“Of course. My sweet love.” You kiss her then, slow, deep, filled with love and longing.
“My baby. Sweet like sugar. You’re literally a sugar baby.”
You smack her arm, the brunette barking out a laugh. “I take it back. You’re an asshole.”
“Yeah, but I’m your asshole.” She kisses you again, hands wandering. “Now, come here and give mommy a little sugar, hm?”
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i hope you enjoyed!! thank you sm for the request and again i’m so sorry it took so long!
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i can’t decide whether or not to write properly capitalized or in all lowercase…if anyone has an opinion/preference, lmk please :)
thank you for reading <3 please leave requests if you have any!
I don’t know if you’re taking requests so if not just ignore this but if you are your Caitlin Clark fic was so good we need Sugar mommy Caitlin on Christmas
hello :) thank you for the request! i’ve started working on this and hope to get it out by christmas day!
wind nips at your cheeks, singeing the skin red. around you, waves lick against the stone-lined shore, moonlight flickering across the darkness. caitlin had whisked you away for a week, renting a private lake house for the two of you - all high ceilings, marble countertops, electric fireplaces, fridge and pantry stocked to the brim with your favorite foods and drinks. as your girlfriend, she promised to spoil you for the rest of your life, after all.
warm hands drape a heavy blanket along your shoulders, your shivering frame relaxing. with a glance up, you see the suspected culprit - wine glass in hand, blinding grin, soft hazel eyes warmed by the licking flames of the bonfire. her usually hardened edges are softened by the shared drinks during dinner, shoulders relaxed and posture loose.
“you were shivering.” she murmured, leaning down to press her lips to your temple. sweet, gentle.
you smile back at her. “thanks, baby.” she squeezes your shoulder, before crowding closer to you on the cushioned bench in an attempt to share body heat. it works, as usual, cuddling into the familiar comfort. your head naturally falls onto her shoulder, relishing in the feeling of her.
you don’t notice, but her eyes never leave you. and they were filled to the brim with adoration.
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later that night, back in your shared room, both of you were freshly showered and moisturized - skincare done, her hair brushed. caitlin went first, naturally, being the faster of you two. though, you nearly jumped her bones when she left the bathroom - steam curling out, mirror fogged, towel slung around her neck, damp hair clinging to her broad shoulders. now, the brunette lounged, fully stretched out in the king sized bed, socked feet nearly hanging off the edge. one of her knees bent, a hand tucked underneath her head, the other scrolling idly on her phone. black sweatpants hung low on her hips, tank top clinging to her toned upper body, muscled arms on full display.
“you wearing that is so not fair.” you muttered, clambering into the bed beside her, throwing a leg over her thigh. you had decided on a cute pajama set, one that she loved and knew very well. she tugged the blanket along your calves, setting her phone on the nightstand.
“me? while you’re wearing these shorts?” her hand slid along the skin of your lower back, still warm from the shower, exposed by the rising of your shirt. blunt nails scratched in a slow, steady pattern, before slipping higher. you preened at the touch, nudging your face into the space between her neck and shoulder. the smell of her body wash filled your senses, comforting and familiar. “you good?” she asked, lips pressed into the top of your head.
you nod and scoot impossibly closer, tugging the blanket higher, up to both of your knees. “so good. i’m with you.” you bat your eyes at her, playful but honest. she smiles, really smiles, like she always does around you. the corners of her eyes crinkle, shining in the golden light of the bedside lamp.
she tugs you closer, until you’re fully settled along her hips. her sweatpants sit even lower now, the bare skin of her hipbones begging to be touched. you grin, hands resting on her collarbone, as you adjust comfortably on top of her. “you’re beautiful.” she murmurs, looking up at you, softness blooming in her eyes. you coo, moving to rest your palms on her warming cheeks. as she leans into the touch, you lean down and kiss her - gentle, slow, until her hands begin to wander. up and down your thighs, fingertips digging into the soft, plush skin.
you sigh into her mouth, your own hands beginning to move. across her shoulders, along the expanse of her back, muscles rippling in response to your touch. she sits up, fully resting against the headboard, hands pulling you flush to her front. “want you.” she whispers, voice low and gravely with need, hands slipping under your shirt. her thumbs tease the skin below your breasts, a shiver rushing down your spine.
“want you too.” you breathe out against her lips, swollen and slick. it’s getting increasingly harder to ignore the persistent ache between your thighs, body shifting in an attempt to relieve it.
she hums. “lift your arms, baby. wanna see you.” you do as she asks, reluctantly breaking apart to tug the fabric over your head and onto the floor. her hands immediately slide to your breasts, pausing just beneath. “can i touch you? please?” she rests her chin on your abdomen to look up at you again, hazel eyes pretty and glazed over.
you nod, “yeah,” brushing a hand through her hair, resting it on her nape. she leans forward then, warm mouth taking a perky nipple. the feeling makes you sigh, hand tightening in her soft locks.
she continues like that for a while, alternating - mouth, teeth, fingers, until your nipples are sore and your arousal leaks through your shorts. she can feel it, you know she can. “cait…” you whine, wanting friction. your head is tilted back toward the ceiling, eyes slipping shut. the fan blows gentle wind across your heated skin.
she shakes her head. “shh, baby. ‘m not done.” her big hands grip your hips, one of her legs moving to slot between your thighs. you gasp, palms shooting out to grab at her shoulders. deft fingers push your shorts to the side, dripping pussy making contact with her strong, pant-covered thigh. her hands grip your hips tighter, beginning to drag you back and forth.
“fuck,” you moan brokenly, your clit moving achingly slow along the fabric and muscle. heat floods your stomach, tingling all the way to your fingertips and toes.
“that’s it, my pretty girl.” caitlin continues to suck, nip and pull on your overly sensitive nipples, as she controls the devastatingly slow pace of your hips. it doesn’t take long for the coil to tighten, threatening to snap any second.
you’re teetering on the edge, when she stops. she squeezes to halt your movement, lips pulling away from your breasts with a soft pop. you whine at the loss, trying but failing to continue the slow grind of your hips. she shushes you again, hands flattening across the bare skin of your back to hold you up. “breathe. i got you.” she presses kisses up your sternum, along your throat, before meeting your lips again.
“please.” you whimper, resting your hands on top of hers, moving one between your thighs. she groans into your mouth, fingers sliding through your dripping folds. she brushes your clit, once, enough to make your hips jerk. she huffs out a laugh, doing it again, teasing.
“tell me what you want.”
you whine, again, desperate to get her inside you. she tuts, moving her hand away.
“tell me.”
“want your fingers, please.”
she moves her hand back, fingers skimming the crease of your thighs, not close enough to where you want them.
“tell me again.”
“please, cait, please. fuck, need you so bad.” it’s close to begging, and you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes. it’s enough to satisfy her.
she taps your legs, before easily flipping your positions, guiding your head to rest on a pillow. she settles between your spread legs, all soft muscle, her own legs keeping them open. her eyes meet yours again, pupils blown out. “deep breath.” she sinks two fingers in, smooth, slow, and deep. the stretch makes you moan, nails digging in to her flexing forearm. she crowds you then, long hair falling around you like a curtain, lips grazing the flushed skin of your face. she studies you - eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape, brows scrunched together. to her, you’re a masterpiece of her own creation.
she moves. in and out, slow, pressing on the spot that makes you see stars. your clit throbs, desperate for stimulation. your hips twitch. “please!” you cry out, hands fumbling to touch between your legs. she pulls out, swatting them away.
“uh-uh, you don’t get to touch yourself.” she shuffles your hands above your head, between the extra pillows. “keep them there, or i’ll stop.”
she kisses you again, tongue gliding over your lips, tasting your need. “you want my mouth, baby?”
you nod, wiggling your hips. she laughs, a quiet thing, kissing you once more. hands push your legs apart further, before she slinks down between them, your gazes locked.
“lift your hips.” you comply, her fingers digging in to the band and tugging them off, joining your shirt on the floor. she breathes in deeply at the sight of you - swollen, soaked, clit begging to be touched, skin smeared with your arousal. your scent makes her drool. “look at you. so fucking pretty.” her arms loop underneath your shaking thighs, holding you open for her.
your eyes meet again. hers are overflowing with desire for you. she rests her cheek on your thigh, waiting, looking. “ready?” you nod, running a hand through her hair. she smiles, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm, before moving.
she licks a long, firm stripe up to your clit, finally, wrapping her lips around it. you nearly scream, already sensitive, thrusting your hips closer to her eager mouth. your head falls back onto the pillow with a gentle thud. she stops.
“eyes on me.”
you huff at the order, lifting your head and cracking your eyes open. she’s looking, again. lips glistening, slick with your arousal. “don’t look away.” she goes back to work, tonguing through your folds - pressing, sucking in all of the right spots, your body an instrument she knows like the back of her hand.
your fingers fist into the pillows, head swimming with pleasure. it’s harder to keep your eyes open, wanting nothing more than to lay back and relish in the feeling of her. but you know better. and she knows you do.
her hands slide up. up your thighs, up your stomach. they pause at your breasts, still sensitive from before. her fingers, long, warm, take your nipples again, gently tugging. not to hurt, but enough to make you cry out. loudly.
her mouth works faster now. she sucks on your clit when she tugs on your nipples. it’s starting to get too much - heat bubbles, hips wiggling, twitching, wanting to move away and closer all at once.
“fuck, cait…” you moan, loud. “let me come, c-can’t hold it.” big, hot tears roll down your cheeks. you feel it, it’s close. she does too.
“say please.”
it’s a little mean. she feels you clench around nothing and smirks against you, slowing her pace.
“no, no! please, let me come!” you do beg now, hands coming to fist into her hair instead. she exhales out a laugh, the hot air making you shiver. gently, she untangles your fingers from her, choosing to lace her own between them, resting on your thighs. glancing up, the sight of you makes her own clit throb.
you look a mess. a beautiful one. skin shiny, body trembling, cheeks wet.
she tightens her fingers around yours, squeezing. she pauses for a moment, despite your whines. “you can come whenever you want. lay back and relax, i got you.”
you nearly sob as she begins again. all gas, no breaks. her tongue moves fast, unrelenting. your thighs clench around her ears, hips meeting each movement. your hands squeeze hers, tight - she smiles, but you don’t feel it. your head is floaty, dizzy, jaw dropped open as you come. your tongue feels heavy, moaning out her name incoherently.
she slips one hand away from yours, stuffing two fingers inside of you. it’s slow, you feel so full, and you scream. it stings your throat, hurtling your orgasm into another one. you’re clenching down on her, hard - she can barely move her fingers but she still does, scraping at your g-spot with precision.
you squirt. abdomen clenched, body taut, rigid. caitlin moans into you, the vibration making you cry, as she continues moving her tongue, her mouth, her lips.
she doesn’t stop.
not until you can’t feel your fingertips or your toes, not until your voice is hoarse, not until you’re crying and begging, beautifully spent and more than satisfied.
after she’s had her fill, she pulls away. her face is covered in you, eyes glazed over, hair mused and tangled. she looks at you, smile beaming, coming down to kiss you. just once. soft, slow, tasting yourself on her tongue.
she pulls you into her arms, carefully. the blanket is pulled to your shoulders, her hands resting your head against her chest.
her lips press against your forehead, nails scratching lightly up and down your skin.
she speaks after a long moment. “you good?”
you hum, eyes already slipping shut. “mhm. ‘m with you.”
your words, repeated from earlier, make her heart melt. you don’t see it, again, but she smiles. just for you. soft, sweet, yours.
a velvet box sits in the nightstand. on the inside, your initials engraved, and a beautiful ring, in your size and favorite style, waiting to sit prettily on your finger.
Yawning loudly, you stretched your sore limbs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. A dull ache thudded against your temples, thinking about earlier events. Cady being crazy.
Glancing to the left, your tired gaze took in the rumpled mess of pink sheets and pillows pushed aside haphazardly, in the place of your girlfriend. Frowning, you sat up, pushing the cool sheets off.
Did she leave?
You stood up on sore legs, pulling on one of Regina’s long tees that splayed across the back of her plush vanity chair. It fell just above the knee, the sweet scent of her perfume flooding your senses. With another glance at the empty bed, you sighed, creaking her bedroom door open and wandering down the chilly marbled staircase.
"Regina?" You called out. A quiet hum filled the silence as you rounded the corner into the living room. There the blonde sat - long legs splayed out along the cushions, a steaming mug of what you hoped was tea, resting in her hands.
The bright light of the TV fanned across her face, enhancing the bright blues of her eyes, the pink of her lips. She smiled at you - soft, teasing - puckering her lips adorably as you approached.
"Hey, pretty girl." She set the cup on the table, patting her lap. Warm hands came to rest on your thighs, her lips taking yours in a gentle kiss.
Her palms slid up, gripping your waist. Firm, but not painful. Slender fingers trailed upwards to slip beneath your shirt, her shirt, circling the skin of your abdomen with her manicured nails. She continued working her lips against yours with every ounce of affection she could muster, a familiar warmth tingling in your chest.
The pair of you pulled away after a few moments. You smiled, arms slipping around her neck. "Why are you up so early?"
She shrugged, nails scratching lightly up and down your skin. "Couldn't sleep.”
“Are you still upset about the Cady thing?”
She huffed, hands tightening the slightest bit, shoulders tensing. “I just can’t believe her. Like, creepy stalker much? I told you I didn’t like her from the jump.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny that she was right. She was right most of the time. “Well, good thing you were there to save me, my hero.” The blonde hummed in agreement.
"I want another kiss, please."
Regina laughed, pretty white teeth sparkling. “Anything for you, pretty girl.” Her left hand gently gripped your jaw, pillowy soft lips taking yours into a bruising kiss. A quiet sigh filled the space between your bodies, fingers threading through her thick, soft hair.
Her hands snuck around your body, pulling you closer, until chests pressed flush together. Her hardened nipples poked through the thin fabric of her shirt, sending a small shiver down your spine. Dampened lips disconnected, moving down the expanse of your jaw and neck, tilted by her fingers.
A shaky exhale pushed from your lungs, whining as she bit down onto sensitive skin. "Gina.”
She chuckled, pulling away to press a kiss to your nose. "I'll keep going under one condition…" she trailed off teasingly, teeth continuing to nibble. "Make me breakfast? Please?"
Laughing lightly, you pushed her back a bit. "Really?”
The blonde hummed, running her thumb along your reddened bottom lip. "It's not my fault you're, like, the best cook."
You rolled your eyes, fingers tugging at the soft baby hairs along the back of her neck. She shivered, smiling lopsidedly.
"Of course I'll make you breakfast, silly. But first, pay up, George." Grinning at her, watching a perfectly sculpted brow rise in question.
"Pay up, huh? That's funny, I don't remember putting you in charge." She murmured, eyes darkening the slightest bit.
"Well, if you want breakfast, then you have to listen to me." Raising your chin in defiance, though both of you could tell it was all bark and no bite.
There was no chance you would, or could, ever boss her around.
"I have to listen to you. That’s cute." In a swift motion, the blonde flipped your positions. Your back hit the couch cushions, as she grinned teasingly, moving to cage your legs in between hers. Hands gently pushed your shoulders, amusement dancing across her features. "It's kinda hot when you talk back. But I call the shots, angel - you know that."
She peered down at you, eyes hungrily running down your half-naked form. She paused for a moment, just looking, then suddenly backing off, tugging you up and off the couch. Not thinking much of it, you turned in the direction of the staircase, assuming things would move to the bedroom.
Before you could take a step, Regina settled herself on the floor in front of the couch. Her back rested across the seats, arms splayed out across the cushions. A smirk played at the corners of her lips, hands reaching up to push blonde hair back and out of her face.
"Come over here and sit on my face."
A maddening blush rose to your cheeks. Without thinking, moving toward her, pausing in front of the couch. Your fingers fiddled nervously. "Don't be shy. Come here, show me how badly you need my tongue." Not wasting another moment, you settled yourself above her, thighs positioned on either side of her face.
Your hands brushed her hair back, pausing to look down at her pretty face. She was already looking up at you, dark pupils blown out, filled with adoration and desire.
"Come down here. Give me what I want." Your face flushed, resting back on your heels. Her warm hands came to rest on your hips, pulling your dampened panties to the side, dripping cunt coming into full contact with her awaiting mouth. “That’s it.”
The sensation was electrifying. Tingly pleasure shot all the way down to your toes, rushing down your spine. A loud moan filled the air, hands moving to quickly to grip the back of the couch.
Regina's touch was relentless. All lips and tongue, slipping through your folds, then moving to tease your entrance, nose bumping just right against your throbbing clit. She moaning into you, the vibrations increasing the sensitivity that was building.
Your skin flushed, from your neck all the way down to where her head was buried between your thighs.
Lips and tongue quickened. Hands gripped the couch tighter, trying to hold on to any ounce of control left. Soft lips then wrapped around your clit, sucking slowly but firmly, loud expletives tumbling out of your mouth. You could feel her smirk, sucking harder. Thighs tightening and trembling around her head.
"Fuck, Gina, I'm close." You whined desperately, eyes squeezing shut. A pleasant dizzying feeling flooded your head. The blonde gently smacked your thigh - you opened your eyes again, looking down at her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Look at me when you come." She breathed, eyes bright and intense gazing into yours. You nodded, using every ounce of your strength not to slam your eyes shut, an all-too familiar knot twisting itself tighter deep inside your tummy. "Come on, baby. Want to taste you"
After a few more beats, seeing that look in her eyes sent you over the edge. Loud wails and cries filled the room, drowning out the soft sounds of the TV. "That's my good girl. Fuck, you taste so good."
Regina took her time, gently tonguing your folds and inner thighs, not a single drop wasted.
A short while passed, too busy relishing in the fuzziness. She tapped your legs - you whined, reluctantly moving off, wincing at the dull ache of your muscles, feeling limp and jelly-like. Soft hands pressed into your legs, massaging gently as you settled yourself back onto the cushions, eyes slipping shut. "Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. ‘M not done." She settled half beside you, half draped on your side.
Her damp mouth leaned down to nibble and kiss, sucking a bruise underneath your ear. "Be a good girl and spread your legs for me." She mumbled, voice raspy and thick with desire. You did as she asked.
Your eyes cracked open again, blinking up at her. She looked so pretty, lips wet and red, lower half of her face covered in your slick. "Take what I give you and relax, okay? This is for you." You nodded, eyes closing once again. “I don’t want you to think about anything. Just feel.”
Regina slipped two fingers inside, pausing for a moment. You exhaled shakily, legs opening a little wider. Slow, deep thrusts, fingertips brushing against your spongy walls. Stars bloomed across your eyelids and she quickened her pace. "Look at you. Taking me so well, making such a mess for me.”
You came. A lot. Her fingers buried inside you, thumb pressed against your clit, lips and tongue playing with your nipples, sucking bright purple bruises all over your skin.
Soft lips pressed kisses all across your face, anchoring you to reality. Eventually, you managed to open your eyes again.
"There she is, my angel. You okay?" You nodded - a dopey, sleepy smile on your face. She laughed, kissing you so gently, you could barely feel it. "You were so good for me. You feel good?"
All you could do was hum a quiet “Yes.”
"Good. You deserve to feel good." She kissed you again, deeper, pull you into her lap, finding a thick blanket strewn to pull over you both. You cuddled into her tall frame, finding solace in the warmth of her skin. "Go back to sleep sweet thing, I'll be right here when you wake up."
"But what about breakfast?" You questioned, resting your hand on her tummy, lazily drawing shapes.
"Breakfast later. You were my pre-breakfast-dessert." She grinned, cheekily, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Love you, Gina.” Already half-asleep.
The blonde smiled softly, her heart melting into a puddle. “Love you too, my angel."
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i hope you enjoyed!
i’m thinking about starting to write for more people/characters - billie eilish and the arcane girlies!
when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot
"does it look good?" she asked looking back at you arching her back so deliciously you gasped and clutched your chest jokingly. she laughed and shook her ass. you shook your head pursing your lips approaching her. hands reaching out before grabbing a hold of her waist. she leaned on the counter still moving. the laughs and giggles disappearing. they were replaced by heavy breathing and desperate whispers as she pushed her body back on yours.
you were going to run your hand down her thigh when she flipped your bodies. cupping the back of your neck provoking a surprised moan. her tongue peeked through her teeth as she smiled mischievously. you pouted under her control. her other hand traveling up the valley of your breasts, wrapping around your neck as she pressed her body on yours.
your hands gripped her waist as her tongue ran across your lips. you hummed and opened your mouth inviting her in. your tongues tussled as the hand behind your head slithered down your pants. you moaned against her tongue leaning into her. hands traveling down to her ass, squeezing as you swayed your hips. her fingers rubbed on your pussy loving the way you squirmed under her touch. not wanting to make you cum just yet, she had to go in a few minutes but you she loved watching your hips roll and your lips part as you moaned so pretty in her dressing room.
Orion - #14 “I can’t believe you remembered.” I think Emily would remember the smallest details about the ones she’s closest to but gets surprised when someone does the same for her. Could really go any way! Could I just request some fluff for it though? Happy 200 followers! ❤️
Anon you are so so sososo right, ty for requesting <3 I’m so behind in finishing these but whatever I really loved the way this one turned out :) reader is down so bad (me)
Part of the 200 celebration
Word count: 0.9k
In all honesty, you don’t even know what makes you do it. It could be the crisp air, or the warm scent of just-baked pastries lifting your mood, making your shoulders go loose and light before you head to the BAU.
But really, you think it’s the coffee. Freshly brewed and bitterly dark; it reminds you of a pair of eyes ringed with thick lashes, wide under feathery bangs that dip into the crevice between manicured brows.
Just the thought of your coworker brings a heat to your body. You flush under your coat, hands clammy and warm as you reach the counter and order one coffee for you, one hot chocolate with extra cinnamon for Emily.
“And can I have two of those croissants?” You point to the pain au chocolates, thinking there’s no point in handing her a sweet drink without also getting anything to eat. Emily mentioned it a while back, when the two of you were on a stakeout. On cool fall mornings—any mornings, really, but especially those—she prefers a hot chocolate over a coffee, something sweet to give her that rush when the sun is just barely off the horizon. It wasn’t really surprising to hear—she has a sweet tooth to rival a young child’s. That said, you almost never see her with a cup in her hand; she comes in, almost every day, just a few minutes before what could be technically considered late.
You have a sinking suspicion that even if she did end up crossing the line one day, a pointed heel accidentally slipping over it, she’d be able to slither her way out of a reprimand, charming and sly. After all, it’s easy to fall prey to the entrancing curve of her lips, the half moons of her dimples gently digging their heels in ivory cheeks.
The yell of your name breaks you out of your unwarranted daydreams. You blink and find yourself back in the warm bakery, enveloped in the scent of sugar and coffee beans.
God, you need to stop thinking about her.
Which proves difficult when you’re carrying her an armful of breakfast, a smile tingling at the corners of your lips whenever you catch your name scrawled on her paper cup. Pressing the elevator buttons is a struggle, but it’s one you don’t mind as you rise up to the sixth floor and something far more interesting than paperwork.
It’s only when you approach yours and Emily’s joint desks that you remember the others. Morgan and Reid lounge in their chairs, bickering about something you’re sure is too early to bicker about. JJ seems to be locked in her own office, but your stomach preemptively twists in knots at the thought of them seeing the handoff, your hands empty of treats for them.
You inhale a deep breath and keep your eyes forward, not chancing a glance at anyone but Emily, who looks up with a smile when she sees you approach. Distantly, you think it’s unusual that she’s here so early, but the thought evaporates when her eyes brighten.
“Morning,” she says, and her voice is already smooth honey, warm and inviting as you approach. Her eyes drop to the cup holder in your hand, the paper bag gripped between your fingers. “Got anything for me in there?” She teases.
Oh, only if you knew.
“Actually I do,” you smile, irrationally proud at the way her brows lift in surprise. Finally reaching her desk, you set down the cup holder and loosen your grip on the paper bag. “Got you breakfast.” You say softly, almost hoping to keep the words between you and her.
Emily’s mouth parts. For a moment she stares, almost in shock, before regaining her composure.
“Thank you.” She says sincerely. Her eyes are piercing on yours, then trailing over your jaw and cheeks, in search of a reason, no doubt. “You didn’t have to.”
You hum, dropping your gaze before you confess your love. “Yeah, I know. Here,” you pluck out the heavier paper cup from its holder, “it’s hot chocolate.”
Emily’s smile turns incandescent. “It is?” She gasps softly, her pupils blown wide. Her irises turn to thin rings, her voice dulcet and warm, almost as sweet as the drink in her hand.
Your heart flutters.
“It is. You said you like hot chocolate in the mornings.” You say quietly. Somehow, the words sound like I love you. “Uh, thought it’d go well with the croissants,” you mumble, but Emily is still hung up on the chocolate.
“I can’t believe you remembered.” She whispers, her fingers tightening around the cup like it’s something precious.
You shrug and take the opportunity to shed your coat. Heat simmers under your skin, crawls up your jaw and to your ears. “You remember stuff about me all the time,” you say, taking your load and your coat over to your own desk. Pretending like it’s no big deal. Like you don’t want to get her hot chocolate every day, just to see the shine in her eyes.
Emily looks down. She chews on her lip as she pops open the lid, a flush spreading over her pale cheeks. You blink in surprise, thinking you’d imagined it, but the blush remains firm, staining her skin a soft, rosy pink.
“Oh, c’mon, hey.” A voice breaks through the silence. You distantly identify it as Morgan, but you’re too busy tracing the blush with your eyes. “None for us?” He asks; you’re not sure how serious he is.
Emily looks up. Her eyes meet yours, expectant. You look away and clear your throat, swallowing down butterflies as they rise from your stomach.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; no explicit smut, just some light nsfw descriptions and themes. Short little blurb - trying to get back into the whole writing thing.
My requests are open! Currently writing for Emily Prentiss (CM), Jennifer Jareau (CM), Regina George (MG) and Reneé Rapp :)
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The soft sound of a crackling wick filled the air, scents of pumpkin enveloping the living room. Outside, cold wind blew against the shutters, moonlight pouring over the patterned tiling of the roof.
You were so engrossed in the thick book sitting comfortably between your hands, blanket pulled up to your chin, that you didn’t notice the front door creaking open - your girlfriend sneaking through quietly. With your favorite takeout nestled in her arms, she kicked the door closed behind her.
You jumped at the sudden noise, poking your head up over the couch, only to be greeted by pearly white teeth and bright blue eyes. “Hey, pretty girl.” Regina placed the bags onto your marbled kitchen counter and shucked off her tight denim jacket. Her long, curled blonde hair cascaded down her now bare shoulders, as she peered down at the ivory pages of the book.
“Hi, love.” You put the book down on the side table, easily forgotten with a gentle thunk, reaching your hands up to grab at her. She laughed softly, leaning down to take your lips into her own lip glossed ones, thumbs pressing gently into your shoulder blades.
“Hi.”
She walked around the side of your absurdly large pink couch, slinking herself down beside you. Her hand immediately went for your hips, running her fingers along the exposed skin where your baby blue tank top had ridden up, just so. You shivered at the cool touch of her rings, smiling shyly at her. Her soft eyes flicked across your face, taking in your features, long lashes brushing against her rosy cheeks. “You were on my mind all day at work.”
You quirked a brow at her, smile never leaving your face. “Oh, really? And what were you thinking about?”
Regina hummed, leaning closer to you. The scent of her sweet perfume filled your senses almost instantly, making you feel slightly dizzy. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
The blonde tilted her head. She inched even closer to you, perfectly manicured fingers snaking up your shirt, coming to brush against your uncovered nipples. You arched into the touch, head lolling backwards to fall against the couch cushions. Regina’s nose brushed against the skin of your neck, soft lips ghosting along the sensitive skin as she tugged on your peaks gently, rolling them between her long fingers, smirking at the sounds falling from your lips. “You always prance around the house in these little shorts and tank tops when I’m not around?”
“Maybe.”
Regina hummed again, the sound vibrating through your own body, her free hand moving to slip into said little shorts, perfect eyebrows raising in surprise when her fingers were met with bare wetness. “No panties? Really?”
You breathed out a laugh, biting your lip as she ran two fingers slowly, slowly, slowly through your folds, generously coating her fingers. “You…you said you were coming home. So I dressed in something comfortable.”
The blonde rolled her eyes playfully at your explanation. “Guess you knew I was thinking about you, huh?” You could only whine in response, the sound catching in your throat at the feeling of her fingers skimming against your already swollen clit. “Is that what made you all wet?”
You shivered, bucking your hips into her hand - desperate for more pressure, more movement, more anything. Regina wasn’t giving in, though, continuing to lightly run her fingers along your heat. “I asked you a question, honey.”
“Yes…fuck, it made me wet.” You confessed, stuttering over your words, feeling a blush bloom across your chest and run up your neck.
Regina chuckled, pulling her hand fully away and out of your shorts, causing a pout to form on your lips. Regina rolls her eyes at you again, before meeting your cloudy gaze. She slowly slipped her fingers past her lips, sucking them clean. Your mouth fell open at the sight, eyes glued to her pretty pink lips.
“You’re so mean.”
Regina smirked, adjusting your shorts and top back to a more appropriate position. “Don’t be a brat. We have to eat.”
You grumbled under your breath about eating something else, the blonde pinching your hip and laughing as she tugged you onto your feet and into the kitchen to enjoy the still warm takeout.
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I really hoped you enjoyed! Again, my requests are open if you’d like to see me write anything :)
romaincrisis
janainaart
origamiaround
gummygunk
areudirty
baratheonpilled
prguitarman
jbbartram-illu
andulkaphoto
