Summary: You and Greg meet while your vacationing in the Alps. After he charms you at the dinner first night you met, you agree to a date the next day and go skiing! You find yourself falling for the man, and end up getting up to some spicy shenanigans in your cabins hot tub.
Warnings: MDNI, mainly fluff, light smut, cuming in pants, premature ejac, dry humping, Greg is smitten, reader is a pro at skiing, inaccurate skiing information (I tried to do research and got super confused lol), food mention, mentioned alcohol consumption
Word Count: 1.4k
Note: Based on this request here.
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The snow crunched under your skis as you stomped closer to the edge, eyeing the slope. You were one of the first at the ski lift, wanting to enjoy the quiet in the morning before the mountain inevitably flooded with the bodies of fellow skiers. Well, you and your date were one of the first.
“You ready?”
You turn to him, Greg, standing there in his blue puffer jacket. His cheeks and the tip of his nose tinted pink from the cold, with a black beanie doing what it can to keep his head warm and covering his princely locks that you totally weren’t daydreaming about the night before instead of sleeping, mind too preoccupied to calm down.
You were probably an idiot agreeing to go on a first date with him after having just met him last night at the bar. But Greg was just so sweet, you found yourself saying yes to his question to meet you up at the lifts before you even realized it.
Greg could tell you were tired the moment he laid eyes on you. You arrived later than expected for your vacation in the snowy mountains with baggy eyes and a crick in your neck from the long drive. You got settled in with your dinner that consisted of some fries and a drink from the bar. You quickly got to chatting and hit it off instantly. And now, you somehow found yourself at the top of the mountain with him as snow fell around you.
You nod, throwing him a playful smile as you bend down and get into position, “As I’ll ever be.”
He follows, bending his knees beside you. Blue eyes flicker towards you, a confident smirk spreading across his lips. Usually, Greg was timid when it came to this sport, but after his lessons with the mysterious man from the bar, his confidence had grown exponentially. He didn’t think twice before he asked, “Want some pointers?”
You squint, cocking you head to the side as you look at him, “What?”
“Oh – just uh, you know, if you need any help -”
“I’ll let you know if I need any help, ski maestro.”
You can’t help but chuckle as he tries to stammer a response. His attempt at flirting and trying to recover from realizing he may have sounded too confident hitting him. Turning back to the ledge, you bring your goggles down over your eyes, only sparing him a single glance to shout -
“Last one downs a rotten egg!”
With that, you step off.
Wind howls in your ears, that icy chill now an even icier breeze as you speed down the mountain, letting instinct take over. First, you glide, the snow flying up from the ground, knees bending left and right as you slide down towards a pipe. You do a 180 spin onto it, and then a 360 as you jump off the pipe.
Your turns are sharp, precise, throwing off the man you were racing entirely. Greg watched you, completely distracted by the curve and swiftness of your body. Like you were flying through the air. He was right behind you, trying to catch up, but he was slower than usual, focused almost entirely on you.
With a Swoosh! You skid to a stop at the bottom of the mountain, Greg only a few seconds behind.
His chest heaves up and down as he catches his breath, taking off his goggles as he walks, well more like stomps with his skis, towards you. “Wow! That was – I didn’t – Wow just, wow!” You laugh at his surprised face, his raised brows and dropped jaw, “Later, you will definitely need to tell me where you learned how to do that!”
“Well, Greggory, you keep up with those compliments and I might just.”
You can’t help but giggle at how bright he blushes at your suggestive tone. Bumping shoulders, you make your way up to the ski lift again, joking about how you’re ready to take him on for another round of racing.
Greg can’t deny the butterflies in his stomach as he sits closer and closer to you on the ski lift with every ride back up. First, he keeps his space, wanting to be as respectful as possible, but the more you talk, the more you flirt with each other, the more he’s drawn to you. He watches with adoring eyes as you laugh at his teasing jokes, the sun shining on you just perfectly in that moment, encasing you in its light. Greg was only slightly alarmed at how fast he was already falling for you. He’s always been the lovey-dovey type, but this was something new.
You couldn’t deny how at ease Greg made you feel. You weren’t one to open up so easily, but with Greg it felt different. Like you could really be yourself with him with no fear of judgement. You could tell he was hanging off your every word, listening with intent and asking questions that really mattered.
The morning goes by fast, but time flies when you’re having fun. After you beat Greg in five rounds of racing, both of you retreat to the lodging for some pizza and beer for lunch. Skiing worked up an appetite for you both, in more ways than one.
After another hour of talking about everything you could at the bar, you both made your way back to your cabin, deciding to warm up your muscles after the very intense workout you put your legs through. And your room just so happened to have a hot tub. It all escalated quickly after that.
One moment you were sitting across each other, biting your lip and fluttering your lashes as you eyed up his defined arms and toned chest and the next you were on his lap, hands tangled in his hair as he squeezed your ass, your lips on his as you lazily made out with one another. Completely unhurried as you enjoyed the feeling of your body pressed against him. You’re usually not one to go so far on a first date, but you don't second guess it. You just do whatever feels natural.
“Uh—hh,” Greg stutters, moaning as your hand reaches down and presses against his boxers, “F-fuck.”
“Sorry.” You giggle against him, pulling your hand away and wrapping them around his shoulders instead, nose pressing against his, “You just, I don’t know, got me doing thing I usually wouldn’t.”
“No-o,” Gregs hands come up and squeeze your sides “You’re fine, I, uh, also don’t usually do this, but uh,” He bites his bottom lip, staring up at you with wide eyed, completely enamored, “I don’t mind.”
You nod, but instead of bringing your hand back down, you start moving your hips, grinding against him. Greg moans, one hand moving to your neck as he pulls you into a deeper kiss.
Neither of you seem to care about how lewd you’re acting in public. Of course, no one can see you, but there’s always a chance of someone from a neighboring cabin walking by or hearing your heavy breathing. You also don’t seem to care about the cold, your bodies doing plenty to keep each other warm.
“Fuck, you feel so n-nice,”
“Oh yeah?” You watch as his face contorts in pleasure, his head throwing back as you rub against his sensitive cock. Who knew dry humping could make a man feel so good?
“Yeah.” He breathes and before Greg even knows what his body’s doing, release comes all too quickly. An involuntary whine escapes him as his entire body shakes, before he slacks against you.
Oh. Well, that was fucking hot.
“Shit, sorry I didn’t- I didn’t mean to”
“Don’t worry that was so hot.”
Greg tries to calm his erratically beating heart, still embarrassed despite your reassurance, “I - I’ve never done that before, sorry.”
“Stop apologizing and start kissing me again.”
He blinks, and once he gets his breathing under control, nods, “As you wish.” He kisses you, moaning into your mouth when you start grinding again, “Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned this.”
You don’t respond, giggling against his lips before you let instinct take over and ravish him for the rest of the night in the hot tub. Who knew a first date could be so fun!
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Heeeeyyyyyy me again!! I got a request for you with our dear old Gregory! (Lew had no business looking that good in a beer ad 😩)
Maybe after he successfully beats his friends skiing down the mountain, the reader pulls him into a supply closet and kisses him as a reward, pulling him by his suspenders and it leads to a make out sesh hehe 🤭
A Competition in the Snow
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Event Information:
Pairing fem!Reader X Greg (like the guy from Lewis’s character from the Super Bowl commercial)
Summary: who knew a skiing competition could lead to so much more
Warning: Making out and suggestive ending
Notes: Why? Why am I obsessed with a character from a Super Bowl commercial?! Like what?
Anyway I loved writing this and I liked trying to come up with how I thing Greg would be like, I’m my head hes a bit like Bob Floyd but thars just my interpretation
Anyway enjoy the super bowl today! I personally am just gonna watch for the Lewis commercials, green day opening and the BadBunny half time show
-Iris/Mars ♥️
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“Last one down the mountain is buying us all a round of beer” Your best friend Sophia calls with a laugh, adjusting her goggles and setting off to go find where the course starts
“Well, guess our dear Gregory is going to be buying the rounds again” Your friend’s boyfriend Jack snickered with a shit eating grin on his face.
You grimaced, hating how he always picks on Greg, though you know it’s all in good fun you still hating it knowing how Greg can take it to heart sometimes. “Umm I don’t know. He’s getting better. He may just beat it all” You offer, shooting a glare.
“Uh huh, sure, sure if he does I’ll buy us all drinks for the rest of the weekend” Jack says with a cocky smirk before going off after his girlfriend.
You bristle, god he gets on your nerves. “You better win this to prove that ass hat wrong” You huff, pointing a finger at Greg. He just freezes for a moment before pointing at himself as if saying ‘me?’ You bite back a laugh and playfully roll your eyes ‘yes you’ “If you win i’ll i’ll-” You pause, thinking about an incentive but before you can think it through properly you blurt out “If you win I will kiss you!”
Your eyes widen realizing what you just said and you were about to take it back when Greg interrupts “Deal!” You had never heard him speak without any hesitation before, only a faint blush on his cheeks gave away it was actually Greg who said that. But quickly he heads off to the others before you can say anything in response just leaving you stunned.
~~~
You all fly down the mountain on yours skis, Jack and Greg neck and neck the whole time but at the very end Greg speeds up, determined to make it down first, show off his skill, show he's a good skier and shouldn’t be mocked everytime and most importantly he must get there first to earn that kiss from you.
Greg comes rushing down the course finishing first with a graceful stop. He stays at the bottom watching the rest of you finish with a small smile on his face.
“Hmm, it seems you have gotten better,” Jack murmured before going off in the direction of the cabin you all are sharing to sulk.
You come down last, not really caring about racing down, more so focusing on Greg’s response. You were so lost in thought you barely noticed you were until you looked up and Greg was right in front of you. “Oh! Hi, sorry I wasn't paying attention.” You apologize and move out of his way.
Greg bites his lip contemplating something, shakes it away before grabbing on to your arm to stop you from leaving “I- I won by the way. I beat Jack down the mountain” Greg said simply, a small smile on his face but his eyes were filled with nervous anticipation.
“Oh…” Was all you could manage, suddenly very distracted by him. You can’t stop staring down at his lip, curious to how they would feel on yours, curious to know how they would feel on your skin
But Greg interrupts those thoughts. “We don’t have to! If you didn’t mean it” Greg quickly said, taking your silence as a rejection. Traces of disappointment in his tone but he tried hard to hide it.
“No no it’s all good. I want to…” You whisper, voice turning low and husky. You turn to face him properly and enjoy the way his face reddens from you staring at his lips too long. “I’ve wanted to for so long” You mumble more so to yourself.
Greg lets out a low sound in his throat, struggling to believe this is really happening. “Really.. You want this” He asked, his breath hitching.
You hum your agreement and move closer. “I’m just giving you your prize for doing what I asked~” You murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Greg tenses but slowly allows himself to relax. “This was my main motivation…only thing I thought of down the whole mountain” Greg admitted.
“Mmm, me too” "You purr “distracted me so much I almost hit a tree” You tease, shifting so your hips are pressed to each other, so close you can see the snowflakes in his eyelashes.
Greg lets out a low groan at the contact and closeness “As much as I love the teasing and flirting but can I please finally kiss you…” He whined, only slightly embarrassed by his neediness but he has been wanting desperately to kiss you for months!
You give a little laugh before you delicately press a kiss to his lips. As soon as you make contact you both melt into each other, after months of doing nothing about this obvious attraction. You both are desperate for more.
You pull away with Greg trying to follow after but just flash him a teasing smile, dragging him along until you were in a little alcove at the side of the cabin. “There we go…” You murmur before pulling Greg in by his suspenders for a very heated and wanting kiss. Greg groans against your lips, pushing you up against the wall, hands itching to touch more but staying firmly bracing against the wall.
You chuckle at his politeness but you just nip at his lip before moving his hands and placing one on your waist and the other to your ass “I’m not fragile~”
Greg practically melts at the feel of you under his hands, at the permission. “Can’t believe you are letting me do this…” He moans, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, leaving bruising, needy kisses, as he slots a knee between your legs.
You whimper at the contact, his name at the tip of your tongue when you both freeze at Sophia calling your name from the cabin, saying something about dinner.
You wince and give an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry It’s my turn to make dinner and I planned to go grocery shopping with soph, but I promise we aren’t done with this” You say softly, feeling bad for needing to leave. You were about to walk away but you pulled Greg back in for one last kiss, cupping his face like he is the most precious thing to you. When you pull away you give him one last longing look before heading inside.
It’s Greg’s turn to be left alone in the snow in complete shock over what just happened. He also should probably wait for his hard on to go away too before walking back inside.
~~~
The rest of the evening you and Greg have been unintentionally avoiding each other, not sure how to proceed with what happened outside the cabin.
You all ate dinner as a group but eventually after a few drinks Sophia and Jake disappeared into their room. So it seems you won’t be going to your room, the one sharing a wall to them, for a while leaving just you and Greg alone.
There is thick tension in the room, both of you on the couch watching whatever movie was on the TV. You pretend to watch but your attention is solely on the man beside you, pretending not to notice his longing glances.
Greg can’t help fidget his attention only on you, unable to keep his gaze anywhere else. You are just so pretty, and his mind keeps returning to that heated moment on the side of the cabin.
When the silence and tension gets to be too much Greg tries to break it, turning to face you. “So uhh about what happend-” But he gets cut off by you pressing your lips against him, desperately needing to kiss him.
Greg's eyes widen, not expecting it but he very happily obliges when you crawl into his lap needing to feel him. He moans as you pull his hair –you have been wanting to do that ever since he got subtle highlights– and he pulls you closer on his lap, giving your ass a squeeze. “You feel too good” He whines, lips trailing back down to your neck needing to finish what he started early.
You moan at the feeling, rolling your hips against his semi, your breath coming heavy “So… your room or mine” You ask, grinning at Greg’s little yelp of surprise at your words. “I was thinking mine, to piss off Sophia and Jack, make them deal with what I’ve had to endure with this whole trip” You joke, not actually serious.
But Greg just wraps your legs around his waist and carries you to your bedroom, never pulling away from your neck. He shut the door with his foot and set you down on the bed, before crawling right back on top. “Well, then don’t be afraid to be loud for me~” He whispered, nipping at your ear, he has never sounded so confident, and so sure of himself and god damn was that a turn on.
Needless to say both you and Greg have never been happier that Greg was the first one down the mountain.
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Hi there was this funny post that I saw where the person joked that Greg would scare kids with his sheer size and that he either wouldn't care. Or would sulk like an anime character in the corner. So I was wondering if you could do a fic on Greg accidentally scaring little kids and how he would cope with them suddenly crying about him.
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The orphanage was bustling as usual, sunlight spilling across the courtyard where the children played. You moved gracefully between them, checking scraped knees, offering smiles, and smoothing down hair with gentle hands. Your subtle elegance always gave the kids a sense of calm—even the more mischievous ones.
Greg stood nearby, leaning casually against the wall, his massive frame casting a long shadow. He was supposed to be supervising recess today, but as usual, his sheer size made some of the smaller kids freeze in place the moment he moved.
“Greg…” you called softly, noticing Timmy’s eyes widen so much he nearly toppled over. “Maybe…not so close?”
Greg blinked, glancing down at the kids with a sheepish grin. “I’m not trying to scare them…”
But sure enough, one little girl squealed and ran behind a bench, clutching her teddy bear. Another dropped her juice box in terror.
Greg groaned, slumping against the wall in classic anime-sulk fashion, muttering, “…I’m never doing recess again.”
You walked over, placing a hand on his massive arm. “You’re doing fine. Just…try crouching down next time. You look less like a mountain then.”
“…Crouching…right.” He huffed, bending slowly until he was closer to their height. One small boy tentatively reached out and poked his massive hand. Greg’s eyes softened. “…See? Not so scary, huh?”
Meanwhile, you smiled, secretly proud. Most of these kids were future disciples in training, but under your care, they didn’t even realize it. Their laughter was pure. The lessons were subtle. And Greg, despite scaring them sometimes, was the perfect gentle giant for it all.
“You know,” you said softly, linking your pinky with his “they’ll get used to you. Just…be yourself.You will be their future master..”
Greg grumbled, but there was a fondness in his eyes as he watched the kids return to their games. “…I guess being scary isn’t so bad when it makes them run to you instead.”
You laughed softly, watching as he carefully lifted a wobbly toddler to help him onto the swing. “…Exactly. Big scares, bigger hearts.”
Greg was practically beaming when you walked into the lab with Grissom and Catherine.
“I don’t have time for your games. Tell me what you have before I shoot you in the foot.”
The monotone of your voice made him get right back on task. So did the threat.
“Right, well the hairs we recovered weren’t from your typical animal. It’s specific to a certain kind of rodent. Anyone want to take a guess of which one?”
He looked around with a grin and when you placed your hand on your waist, impatient, he cleared his throat.
“The white tailed woodrat. Fun fact, southern woodrats live in caves and cliffs. In the west, woodrats occur from the deserts to the mountains.”
Grissom hummed.
“So we were right, our suspect was out there with the victim.”
Catherine smiled.
“Looks like John has some explaining to do.”
She gave Greg a pat on the shoulder.
“Good job.”
He nodded with a triumphant smile, leaning over with his eyes closed as if to receive a kiss. You just walked out.
“Next time for sure!!”
He called.
That was typically how all your visits went. He’s known for his antics, so you’re not even surprised when you come in sometimes to see a wacky t-shirt or crazy garment on his head, much like today.
The next case had led to a murder at a circus. You weren’t even phased when you entered for your evidence and he was wearing a red curly haired wig and similar round rosy colored nose stuck to his face.
“Did you know circuses originally started for individuals with body deformities? They were outcasts and the circus is where they found themselves."
“I’m surprised you didn’t join one.”
“Hah, that was actually clever. I’ll give you that one.”
He turned back to the microscope.
“So you were right about the fabric. There were traces of the same cleaning detergent on the wife’s jacket. Same with the boots. We have a match.”
He moved back, wheeling over to the other desk as he swiped a sheet of paper. When he rolled back to you he held it out. You were about to take it, but he pulled it back and you just glared.
“Nuh uh, what’s the secret word?”
“Hand it to me or I'll shoot you.”
He gulped.
“Close enough.”
You took it, walking right out, oblivious to the look Greg sent as you made your way down the hall.
He was used to hostility. You were probably the only person that threatened him whenever he went on his tangents. Catherine had warmed him countless times to stop pushing your buttons. She insisted that one day you might actually follow through and shoot him.
Heaven knows sometimes she’s thought about.
Maybe Grissom has too.
A casual snack on a late night case is what you need. You felt like you’d been working for days which had in fact just been about twelve hours. Greg had walked into the kitchen to grab himself a snack, making some coffee. Apparently he had the same idea. When you saw him you lifted a brow.
“You’re still here?”
He nodded, taking a seat with a smile.
“Grissom wanted his best on the case so I decided to reign in the calvary.”
“I heard they were down a guy that’s why you’re out in the field.”
“Potato, tomato.”
He waved his hand, then placed both elbows on the table dropping his chin into his palms as he looked at you. For a while you didn’t really say anything, just had your meal. But the longer he sat there the more irritated you seemed to become.
“Quit staring at me.”
You grumble.
“Can’t help it.”
He was wearing a dopey smile and you just sent him a blank look before you rolled up your trash and stood, tossing it. You didn’t even bid him goodbye, but he still waved, the very same smile on his face.
Yes, you were certain that you disliked the young CSI. He talked too much, made terrible jokes at the worst possible times, and he seemed hell bent on chasing you which really was in poor taste. You were positive you’d done everything to discourage him but he seemed like a dog with a bone. You’re almost positive that you’d never said anything remotely nice to him, yet he kept smiling at you like a lovesick puppy.
His presence was a nuisance.
That’s what you told yourself. Any day that you didn’t have to see him was a blessing.
At least that was the thought.
When you got called to DC to work a high profile case with your brother, you were happy to assist. You’d only been there for two weeks. You hated to admit it, but it was strange going to a crime lab and not seeing the smile you were used to, or poorly concocted pick up lines.
When you returned to Vegas you felt strangely calm, or maybe just comfortable. You had a nice rhythm here. That was it. That’s all it could be.
You shook the thought and went right back to work the following week. Given the close partnership with your department, you did a lot of cases with them, just like Brass.
When you came to collect your sample you expected the spiky haired over zealous scientist, what you got was Hodges.
“Where’s Greg?”
It was strange.
You’d never worked a shift where he was absent.
“Is that a joke? Everyone knows he’s in the hospital. He got shot a day ago.”
Hodges looked up when he realized it was you.
“Oh, welcome back I guess.”
His tone was anything but welcoming and you just went back to work. You meant to inquire about Greg getting shot, but Grissom walked in.
“You’re back. How was DC?”
You turned.
“What happened to Greg?”
Grissom shifted.
“He was shot. Luckily it went through his shoulder and missed anything vital. It happened in our last case. We were out in the field. He actually saved my life. He hasn’t stopped boasting about it either.”
Somehow you felt relieved knowing that at the very least he was well enough to act like the annoying guy he is.
“Are you worried about him?”
Grissom lifted his brow and you didn’t respond, just kept your face neutral.
“We should get back to the case.”
You moved to get the evidence from Hodges and Grissom merely walked over, a small smirk on his lips.
The shift carried on and as much as you tried to avoid it, your eyes would drift to Greg’s work station. Grissom explained that he would be back in a few weeks. Apparently he himself was getting antsy being bed ridden. You were certain that you weren’t even affected. If anything you should be happy for the peace.
But the quiet just felt..empty.
Catherine and Warrick explained that they had set up shifts to visit him. Yesterday was Nick, the day before Sara. Today was supposed to be Grissom.
“You’re going to see him?”
Everyone in the room looked over at Grissom’s words.
“Yes. I don’t think it would look very good if everyone did but me.”
Catherine did her best to hide her smile.
“Of course. You’re right. Have fun.”
She was smiling a bit too wide. Right then she must have realized that your request to see him was more than just a means to save face. You didn’t stick around to entertain any more questions, just left.
Now walking down the hallway, you didn’t realize how heavy your heart felt until you saw him lying on the bed through the blinds. He had a comic book in his hands, and his eyes were focused on the page, but his gaze seemed a bit distant.
When you got to the door that weight all but disappeared. You gave the door a soft knock, opening it as you stepped in.
The second he saw you he was wearing that grin. You closed the door, taking in the many flowers and balloons on the table at the entrance.
“You look comfortable.”
He nodded, almost puffing his chest.
“Well, you know what they say about heroes.”
There was the boasting Grissom mentioned. You were about to say something in response, but your eyes caught the slight tremor in his right hand. You looked up, just in time to see him tuck his hand under the sheet, planting a smile on his face.
“So you came and forgot to bring me flowers, that’s not very subordinate of you.”
He was teasing, and you would have just taken it as his usual playfulness, but you saw the quick change. He’d done what he could to mask that moment of weakness. Nothing about him seemed out of place. His hair was still spikey, he was smiling and he wasn’t wearing a brace, so you could only assume that he was healing nicely.
He was fine.
At least on the outside.
Having a profiler brother made you more aware of things.
Moving closer, you took a seat on the chair that was pulled up to the side of his bed.
He didn’t say anything and you suppose you could have said any number of things, but at the moment it became clear that there was one thing that he needed. Maybe your blunt nature had made you more observant and willing to say what was on your mind.
Reaching over, you gently took his hand that was somewhat buried under the covers. He looked a bit stunned. Whether for the observation or the simple touch, you weren’t sure. What you did know was one thing.
“I’m glad you’re okay Greg.”
Your hand closed over his palm, and you saw the slight waver in his eyes. He’d been scared, rightfully so. You know more than anything he’d probably put up a brave face. Due to his goofy nature it worked. At least for a while.
You’ve had your fair share of bullet wounds and it always left you with some unsettling feelings. For Greg, that must be amplified because he’s not used to being out in the world the way the rest of you are.
When he squeezed your hand back, this time you felt the tremor in his hand. The comic book was now laying in his lap, and he let out a dry laugh, raising his free hand to wipe at his eyes, possibly to get rid of any tears that threatened to spill.
With a soft exhale, he lowered his hand, this time looking at you with a sincere smile.
“Thank you..”
It was a soft whisper, one that you accepted with a nod of acknowledgement.
Warnings: established relationship, praise kink, some dumbification, overstimulation, oral sex (both receiving), condescending Greg, p in v sex, comfort sex but make it a little kinky because February can be very tough and I know the girlies are struggling rn (I am one of the girlies)
Pairing: Greg Montgomery x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 4.2k
A/N: big love to @greg-montgomery for reading it over, and inspiring me to write this, and to @doctorstethoscope for putting on this amazing event❤️ this is the first thing I’ve written for a non CM character, so please let me know what you think! Happy fluffy feb, folks. That’s a wrap
“Hi, honey!” The predictable kiss to your cheek when Greg sets his briefcase down should make you feel better, but the smile you force makes him pause. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” The lie rolls off your tongue with ease. You’re fine. “How was your day?”
“It was Anderson’s last day, so Pete brought a few strippers into the office. Oh, and I finished up that divorce settlement that’s been dragging on.” Greg’s jacket comes off and he hangs it on the coat rack before moving toward the sofa. “My mother wants us to come over for dinner on Friday to discuss the charity luncheon. It’s for sick horses, or maybe women, I think; she either said ‘equestrian’ or ‘equality’, but the stripper music was really loud.”
“So a normal day, for you.” Your teasing falls a little flat, and he frowns as he sits down next to you on the sofa.
“I guess. Hey, what’s going on? Where’s that smile?” His coaxing doesn’t have the effect he’s looking for, you’re sure. Instead, your chin wobbles and you let out a huff of annoyance. “Talk to me. Come on.”
“Everyone’s just… everyone is an idiot,” you snap, catching yourself off-guard with the fury behind your words. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it’s just, I feel like I’m the only person at work who has a brain and knows how to use it, and I feel like I’m doing everything, and now my boss is mad at me because I’ve made a few mistakes because I’ve been doing everyone else’s job, and now we have this luncheon to worry about for your mother’s horses, and-”
“Hey.” His voice is sharp, and one hand encircles your wrist. “Just breathe. Don’t apologize to me. I want you to tell me this kind of stuff, honey, you know that. Is anything else bothering you?”
The laundry list of things that have been annoying you seems meagre when you actually have to say it out loud. “I got stuck on the way to work behind a car that didn’t use its turn signal,” you mumble. “And the diner was out of sandwiches when I went there for lunch because they didn’t make enough to last all day. It’s all dumb stuff, I’m just tired.”
“It’s not dumb. If it’s bothering you, it’s not dumb,” Greg promises. “What can I do to help? Just say the word.”
You huff again, ignoring the way his lips twitch at the sound. “I don’t know. I just feel like you and I are the only people in the world who have two brain cells to rub together, and I’m tired of it. I spend every single day thinking for everyone and fixing things they should fix, and doing things they should be doing.”
Greg puts one arm around your shoulders, pulling you in sideways. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, dragging his lips against your cheek in a long kiss. “You know what I think?”
“That I should get promoted? Or at least, get in less trouble?” You grumble, allowing him to pull you close. “Good luck with that.”
“Well, yes,” he agrees after a second. “Of course. But I can’t do that. What I can do is, I can turn your pretty little brain off for a while.”
Oh. That’s not what you were expecting to hear, but it sounds nice. “I just don’t want to think,” you mumble, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. “It’s too much.”
“I know it is, baby. Come on, it’s okay,” he soothes. One of his hands slides down your side, seamlessly unbuttoning your pants. “Can I? Let me take care of you.”
That’s the magical sentence, the key to the kingdom, and you nod in answer. Your eyes start to flutter shut when his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties, but you force yourself to keep them open so you can look at him.
“I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs again, leaning in to line your neck with kisses. “No need to think. You’re mine, remember? And I take good care of what’s mine.”
It’s true, he does, and you can already feel yourself going fuzzy around the edges when he circles your clit with one finger. “Mm…”
You feel his smile against your skin, that self-satisfied smirk he wears whenever he turns you to putty. “That’s it. Just take it, just like that. My good girl’s already getting so wet for me, so perfect.”
Greg won’t push a finger in until you’re dripping; you know that from experience. One of his fingers keeps circling your clit, and he uses his other hand to push down your shirt and bra, giving him access to thumb at your nipple.
“I’ll, I can take it off,” you offer, already thinking about sliding off your shirt and unclasping your bra, and Greg sinks his teeth into the skin of your shoulder in warning.
“I’ll take it off when I want it off,” he promises. “Stop trying so hard. You’re mine, I’m in charge here. You’re going to get what I give you, yeah? You’ve got a safeword. If you aren’t saying it, you’re taking what you get.”
“Y-yeah.” Your breath hitches through the word when he pinches your nipple, his finger rubbing you faster with more and more pressure as the seconds pass.
His hand moves down slightly, and he groans into your ear when he swipes a finger through your folds to discover how wet you are. “That’s it. Is this turning you on, hm? You like it when I take good care of my princess?” One finger moves back to rub at your clit, lubricated with your arousal.
When he pulls his head away from your shoulder, you bury his face in his neck. It hardly muffles your moans, or your whines of, “Gonna, I need to, please,” against his skin.
“Come for me,” he coaxes. “You don’t have to ask, it’s okay. All over my hand, just like that, go ahead.”
The permission is like a release all on its own, and you moan unabashedly into him as you come, shaking and writhing against him as you grind down onto his hand.
His finger stays steady against you, working you through your orgasm while you whimper into his neck. When he doesn’t stop playing with your clit, you pull back with a soft groan.
“Was good,” you sigh out, and Greg kisses you sweetly without his rhythm faltering. “I’m- oh, I’m good, baby, thank you.”
“Very good,” he agrees, his voice soft and husky against your lips. “I’ve got such a good girl. You can come again, good girl, I know you can.”
“Greg…” You squirm under him, pleasure mounting quickly as your first orgasm starts to build into your second without letting you come down first.
He shushes you, kissing your neck again as you come undone on his fingers a second time, your orgasm cresting like a soft wave. “You can take it, just like that. So wet for me, sweetheart, so perfect.” The praise kisses your ears as he kisses you again, finally, blissfully withdrawing his hand as you take a deep breath.
Several deep breaths later, you start to return to yourself. The orgasms weren’t fireworks, or mind-blowing. They were good, of course, but they washed over you in a gentle wave of pleasure rather than making you cry out or making your eyes roll back in your head.
“Ready for more?” He asks with another slow kiss, and you pull back to blink at him.
“More?” You echo, and Greg chuckles at that.
Standing up off the couch, he offers you one hand and you take it. “Yes, more,” he promises, leading you toward the bedroom. “My girl hasn’t had enough yet. I want to hear you beg.”
The bed is soft beneath you when he lays you back, skimming both hands down your eyes before slowly- painfully slowly- tugging your pants and underwear down until they hit the floor. “I want to taste you,” you mumble, and he grins.
Something about sucking him off, having the most intimate part of him under your control, never fails to drive you crazy. Some days, he comes home to find you already on your knees because you crave the taste of him so badly. Although, ever since one incident where you’d nicked the head of his dick with one of your teeth, he has a new… approach.
“You think you can take it? Already, baby, but you need to be careful,” he warns. “Remember, my good girl knows how to listen. You can unzip me.”
His zipper comes down so fast that it’s almost comical, and when he gives permission you push his pants and boxers off while he discards his shirt.
“I want it.” Your voice is breathless as you eye his hard cock, hard enough to be standing up when he lays back on the bed.
“I know you do,” he says, his voice equal parting soothing and husky. “Okay, greedy girl. You remember what to do?”
This part always frustrates you; the way he talks like you’ve never blown him before, like you’ve never had him whining for your touch. “I know,” you huff, and he wraps one hand in your hair to steady it against the back of your head.
He continues talking like he hasn’t heard you. “First, you can grip it. Stroke nice and slow, get me ready. Stick out your tongue, that’s it. Look how fast my girl is learning.”
You’re perched between his thighs, one hand gripping his hairy leg while you take his cock in your other hand and stroke it. Nice and slow, just like he said, and when you see a bead of pre-cum your tongue slides out of your open mouth of its own volition.
“I’m ready,” you insist, and Greg twists his hand in your hair just tight enough to hurt. “I am! I’m ready, I can do it.”
“You can do it if you can follow instructions,” he corrects you. “Tap the head on your tongue, sweetheart. Let me feel that mouth.”
“Could feel more of my mouth,” you mumble, but he ‘tsk’s at that until you follow his direction.
“Not yet, I can’t,” he sighs while he watches you, sympathetic. “Now, maybe if my greedy girl weren’t a safety hazard, we could do this however you want. But for now, you’re listening to me.”
You want to complain about that, but then he’s got his free hand steadying your jaw. “Open up more,” he murmurs, and your jaw drops obediently. “Good girl. If I feel anything other than that tongue and those pretty lips, I’m going to edge you until you cry. And we don’t want that, do we?”
He uses the hand tangled in your hair to shake your head for you. “No, we don’t.” He answers his own question, then slowly pushes into your mouth. “Just like that, good girl,” he praises. “You can stroke the rest of it, for now. You feel so good, I don’t want to finish too soon.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to his instructions, bobbing your head only as much as he allows you to. Drool escapes your mouth, making the glide of your hand on his cock smoother, and you shift with excitement when you hear him sigh in pleasure.
You’re doing it. You’re being his good girl, following his instructions so perfectly, and if you could live out the rest of your days with your head between his thighs and his hands holding you in place, you surely would. It’s blissful, the familiar weight of him in your mouth, grounding you.
Time passes- how much, you can’t say- and Greg lets you get closer, take a little more of him. He even lets you suckle at his sac at one point before guiding you back up to his cock and thrusting shallowly; something he does so rarely that it feels like a reward for you when he does. He pumps into your mouth, once, twice, and you can feel him twitch against your tongue before he pulls out completely.
“Didn’t finish,” you complain, and he shuts you up by pulling you closer up on the bed with the hand in your hair and kissing you.
“I know, baby,” he soothes when you’ve broken apart, discarding your shirt and bra to the floor. “I know. But you got to taste, and now I can make my girl feel so good, can’t I?”
“Fuck me.” It’s half demand, half plea, and Greg is having none of it.
“Not yet.” He lays you back on the bed and gets between your thighs, kissing a line down your neck. When you whine with impatience, two of his fingers nudge your lips. “Suck on those, sweetheart. You can be good for a little longer.”
He’s right, you can be, so you eagerly suck the digits into your mouth as his lips caress your breasts, then your stomach, then your upper thighs while he slides down the bed. “Mm,” you protest around the fingers when you spread your legs for him, and he doesn’t immediately dive between them, instead pulling the fingers out of your mouth and tracing your nipple with saliva.
Sucking his cock has gotten you worked up again, and you’re ready for one of those mind-numbing, toe-curling orgasms that only he can give you. Luckily, he acquiesces after a long moment, wrapping his lips around your clit to suck. Hard.
His tongue pushes into you, curling and probing perfectly, and he pulls off after a minute just to murmur, “Come when you’re ready,” and then he’s back on you with fervour. When you do come, your back arches and you cry out and this time you definitely see fireworks, but he’s still not stopping. “Again,” he insists, panting into your skin as his tongue flicks against your clit and you moan.
Both of your hands are tangled in his hair by the time he pulls away, and by then you’ve got no idea how many times you’ve finished. Orgasm has blurred into orgasm, one continuous stream of pleasure that has you blinking away tears and breathing heavily when Greg comes up for air. His chin is wet, his eyes sinfully dark, and he’s still got a stupid smirk on his face, and if you could possibly come again you would probably do it just from looking at him.
“Just a few more,” he promises you, fisting his cock. It’s an angry purple, the bedsheet under him spotted with pre-cum, and you moan aloud at the idea of him enjoying eating you out so much that’s turning him on. His promise of ‘a few more’ doesn’t even register, at first. You’re drunk off the feel of his tongue, unable to form a sentence if you tried, and you need him inside you now.
“Please.” It’s a whine, and Greg grins at your needy pout while he kisses you. “Please, I need it.”
“I know you do,” he whispers. “Can you ride me? Can my princess handle that?”
You shake your head, no, you can’t handle it. Your legs are trembling and achy, you’ve come too many times, and you couldn’t move right now if you tried.
Instead of getting frustrated, Greg just chuckles while he pushes your legs back open. “No?” He teases, pressing the head of his cock against your hole. He pushes the head in slightly, then pulls it out just to hear your lewd moan at the loss. “Did I make my good girl so dumb she can’t even ride me? I’ve been so nice to you, sweetheart, and you can’t help your man out?”
Tears prick at your eyes as you nod furiously. “M sorry,” you gasp out, willing your legs to spread further for him. His thumb grazes your clit again and you flinch, overstimulated. “It’s, it’s too much, I can’t.”
“Don’t be sorry, baby.” His grin doesn’t falter as his thumb speeds up, pressing directly on the bundle of nerves until your eyes roll back and your back arches off the bed. “I’ll forgive you if you can come again, how’s that sound?”
It sounds impossible, but the way he’s giving you no reprieve is starting to make you shake under him all over again. “Can’t, I can’t, please!”
“I think you can.” He presses his cock into you again, hardly an inch. “You love it when I do this, you love being my dumb baby. You beg for it. Soak my cock, get it nice and wet so I can fuck you.”
Your whimper almost breaks the sound barrier, you swear. Greg’s thumb doesn’t slow down or break the rhythm at all when you try to squirm away, and he pins you down with one hand on your abdomen. “Please, please, please, please!”
It’s hard to tell what you’re begging for now, but he doesn’t care. His tongue pokes out in concentration, staring down at your pussy as you clench around the head of his cock. When his eyes dart up, connecting with yours, you shatter.
It’s like falling off a skyscraper, becoming a firework, a train of pleasure colliding with your body as you howl. Words escape you and your mouth falls open in a silent scream when he finally, blissfully, pushes in the rest of the way. You can’t focus on him or the way he cups your cheek or the words he mumbles, you can’t focus on anything except the slick drag of his cock inside you.
“Knew you could do it,” he pants, squeezing your jaw a little. “So pretty when you come for me, baby.”
“Greg, Greg, Greg-” You’re gasping out his name with each punctuated thrust, the only word in your brain now. You can’t even remember your own name, you’re so fuzzy.
“Did I get my girl all stupid?” He croons, grinning down at you with that sinisterly innocent smile. “Oh, I did. Look at those pretty eyes. All glazed over, not a single thought in there. You like my cock that much, princess? Hm?”
“Mhm, mm,” you moan behind closed lips, and you hear his chuckle.
“I thought so. You like it when I treat you good? When I rub that clit until you can’t breathe?” Your sharp inhale follows the sound of him spitting onto his hand, reaching down to roll circles around the swollen bud. “I know you need it, baby, you can do it.”
There are tears streaming down your face now, and you hardly know when they started. You’re too overwhelmed with pleasure, you can hardly stand it, you don’t know how much longer you can go. You don’t want to stop, that’s the only thing you know. He’s in charge, like he always tells you. He knows best, you’re his dumb baby, and you can take whatever he gives you, you can.
“That’s my good girl,” he coos when you don’t try to argue. “Just like that. I’m thinking for you, remember? You’re all mine. You’re going to let me keep playing with this pretty pussy, aren’t you?”
Swallowing a sob, you can only nod as he kisses you again. You let him invade your mouth as you grip his back, leaving scratches that are sure to burn but he only hisses in pleasure. You’re being so good that you’re almost dizzy with the thought of it, so good for him, he’s mumbling into your mouth that you’re so fucking perfect and it makes you shudder in pleasure.
It can’t be possible for your body to come again, but it also shouldn’t be possible for one man to be so perfect, and you think that Greg can find a way to do anything. When you start to feel that familiar twist in your belly you whine, and he pulls his hand away, and you don’t know if you’re disappointed or relieved.
“Can I come?” He asks, breathless, just what you’ve been waiting for, and he places his hand on your stomach. “Right here, can I fill you up?”
The sigh of relief he lets out when you nod is orgasmic in its own right. He thrusts again, once, twice more, and then you can feel him flooding your insides like he promised, filling you up with him. “Good girl,” he gasps out as he ruts through it, crushing his lips to yours as you kiss back hazily, messily.
Instead of collapsing on the bed when he pulls out, he immediately moves back down your body and mouths at your hip. “I’m gonna clean you up,” he says, gazing up at you as his lips trail lower and he sucks a mark on your inner thigh. “One more, on my tongue. My good girl can do it.”
Truthfully, you don’t know if you can. You feel weighed down, boneless, and the idea of ever coming again sounds impossible. But you’re good for him, you’re his good girl, you’re his, so you just nod.
“Eyes on me,” he whispers, and he keeps his gaze locked on you as- fuck, as his tongue pushes inside you and curls, lapping up the taste of himself before it can leak out of you. Greg moans against you, into you, and as soon as you can feel your arms again you place one hand in his hair. It’s damp with sweat, the locks sliding through your fingers, and when you tangle your fingers in it to keep a grip on him he only licks harder.
Your hips rock up off the bed to meet his mouth, and his nose bumps against your clit as he tries to get even closer to you. Once he’s satisfied with cleaning his cum out of you he pulls back, still holding eye contact with you, and you see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
You must have died, several orgasms ago. This must be heaven.
Greg latches back onto your clit in a frenzy, sucking hard as he rolls his tongue over the bud, and a fresh stream of tears escapes you when you sob, yanking his hair hard, chanting yes, yes, yes, and please, Greg, fuck, as you come undone on his tongue like you have so many times tonight.
His tongue laves over you as you come down, an unspoken apology to your overused pussy, and he pulls away after you whine softly. Your hands release his hair and he moves up the bed, kissing you gingerly.
This might be your favourite part; lying in his arms in the afterglow, with no need to do or say or think. “Hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs once you’ve settled into him. “You did so well for me. How’s my best girl doing?”
Words haven’t returned to you yet; maybe they never will. When he wraps one arm around your shoulders, you roll over on your side to nestle your head in your favourite spot between his jaw and his collarbone and hum with contentment.
“So perfect,” he praises, and you turn your face into the crook of his neck. He loves to praise you, especially afterwards, and you both know how badly you want- no, need- to hear it, but it still gets you embarrassed sometimes. “You took me so well, sweet girl. I’m so proud of you.”
“Sorry.” Your voice is raspy, your throat dry, and your words are muffled against him. “Couldn’t ride you, Greg. ‘M sorry.”
“Hey,” he pulls back just enough to kiss the side of your head, “No apologizing. You could never let me down, angel. You’re so perfect for me, all the time.” When you relax back against him, he continues speaking, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “Honestly, after all that, I’ll be impressed if you can even walk.”
There might be a challenge in his tone, or maybe you’re just imagining it, because when you hmph indignantly he lets out a tranquil sigh and starts stroking soothing lines down your back with the hand wrapped around you. “Alright, sweetheart, let’s not find out tonight. You deserve some rest. Do you need anything else?”
After a moment, you inhale deeply. You’re surrounded by the scent and feel and voice of the man you love. The taste of him is still in your mouth, and you’ve got a perfectly-captured image in your mind’s eye of the beautiful smile he gave you before he kissed you. You’ve got everything you need, and you shake your head to tell him that.
“Alright. You’ll let me know if you need anything, okay?” He waits for you to nod. “I love you.”
“Love you more,” you mumble. You want to hear more of him, you want him to speak until his is the only voice you recognize, so you ask the only thing you can think of short of asking him to read you the dictionary. “How was your day?”
A smile pulls at his lips, and you can see it in your head when you feel his jaw shift above you. It’s that lopsided smile that always makes you want to kiss him silly, you just know it is. “It was good. It was Anderson’s last day, and we had a party. How was your day, princess?”
You sigh against his skin, relaxing into his embrace like it’s a warm cloud you could sink into and never emerge from. “It was perfect.”
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Something you do to annoy them for fun~ Sherlock Preferers
Sherlock:
The most amusing way to annoy Sherlock is to play a note wrong on the violin. You always play a song he knows and will purposefully play the wrong note or play a section out of tune. It is fun to watch his nose wrinkle up and see him wince at each incorrect note. He usually will end up either taking the instrument from you or playing the song after you have finished correctly. It is a way to annoy him without making him mad.
John:
The best way to annoy John is with the simplest things. Not putting your cup on a coaster is one. You will both on purpose and on accident sometimes not use a coaster. It is amusing to watch him scowl and grumble about it. Sherlock will do it as well and you both laugh about it together. One day you both filled at least a dozen and half cups full of water, tea, and coffee and left them around 221B for John to find.
Mycroft:
It is easy to irritate Mycroft. One of the simplest things that will drive him crazy is if you call him anything but Mycroft. His full name is Alexander Mycroft Chad Holms and you loved to use any variation of that to bother him. You called him Chad, Alex, Myke, Alexander, and of course Mykie. It was highly amusing watching his eyes start to twitch as you called him anything but his preferred name.
Greg:
Greg is not a terribly neat person. His desk is usually in some sort of disarray but he always claims he can find everything. The best way to get under his skin is to organize it just a little. You never actually fully clean it but you will put certain things away so that he just gets annoyed. You mostly do it if you're upset with him over one thing or another. But sometimes it's just because it bothers you.
Moriarty:
Your favorite way to bother Jim is to hide things from him. Mostly his phone or his keys. It's fun to watch him rush around the house trying to find them and in the end just hold it out to him. Usually he will then chase you around the house till he finally catches you. Then you usually make him kiss you before finally giving them up and letting him leave. It bothers him when he can't find them but the chasing is always amusing.
