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the stress will eventually go away *࿐

HAREVENS/HARVENS REQUEST 🤍

— requested by @getyoursorryasstomine

tw: nyla harper, monica stevens, harvens/harevens, lesbian sex, smut, sexual content, kissing, tongue, oral, fingering, thigh riding, hair tugging, marking, and non proof read

pov: 2nd pov of course

🗒️ : that this took a while and my deepest apologies 🥹 and honestly ive been procrastinating.. been busy w/ my personal life of course !! and ya no im just gonna stick to not using small font i get overstimulating doing all this on moblie.

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summary: Nyla and Monica started dating ever since Prague, but they haven’t told a single person. One late night, Nyla was in the living room working on a case when Monica comes in stressed out, Nyla finds a way to get rid of Monica’s stress which led to their first time having sex.

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Nyla was at her apartment wearing a white lacy panties and a oversized green shirt. Finishing up with her work from the station, and while she was sitting on the couch, the door opens up to Monica who had a frown on her face.

Nyla looks up from the folder in front of her and her eyes roam Monica’s body before stopping at her face and asks “What’s wrong?” Nyla tilts her head a little before Monica groans and sits down next to Nyla,

Monica turns to face Nyla before snuggling closer to her, “everything, im so tired of this task-force and everyone— everyone is so annoying—“ she cuts herself off before she makes eye contact with Nyla.

“Not you, you’re lovely and my everything.” Monica smiles before kissing her cheek, Nyla smiles before holding her close, “I know a way to get rid of the stress.”

Monica’s cheek flush before letting Nyla’s hand slip onto Monica’s wrist, holding her hands above her head, resting apon the couch and Nyla’s legs around her thighs.

Monica lets out a whimper before her cheeks flush.

a soft ‘yeah?’ comes out of Monica’s mouth before her eyes close, Nyla’s lips lay apon hers. Monica relaxes into the kiss, she tries to take her hands back but Nyla’s grip tighten before she lets go.

“ma femme, est-ce que tu veux mon amour?” Monica mutters before her hands move onto Nyla’s waist, using her thumbs to rub the skin under her shirt.

“fuck, you know I can’t speak french—” Nyla whimpers gently before moaning from the touch Monica was giving her,

“you understand me, right ma chérie?” Monica leans into Nyla’s ear, whispering those words before she slowly starts to kiss Nyla’s neck.

“yeah.. yeah.” Nyla softly moans, leaning her head back — giving Monica more access to her neck.

Monica’s tongue drags across Nyla’s neck, and her hands crawl up onto Nyla’s breasts, her fingers capture the hard nipples which were now inbetween her fingers.

“oh my gosh..” nyla breathes before arching her whole body into Monica, she slowly starts to grind against the redhead’s thigh, her pussy getting wetter and wetter,

“you taste so sweet, ai ma charie— tu es trempé, je sens ton humidité.” Monica moans, watching Nyla grind her pussy on her thigh.

She takes off Nyla’s shirt. Lifting her hands above her head to remove her green and to reveal the white lacy bra with a small bow on the top.

Monica moves her hand onto the back of Nyla’s head and tugs her head hack, hearing a groan come from Nyla.

“Fuck— are you punishing me for no reason?” Nyla looks down at Monica, who lets out a smirk and tilts her head to the side.

“Maybe—“ Monica gets cut off by Nyla’s hand, her fingers rubbing the tip of Monica’s nipple which was hard.

“ouais… ne t’arrête pas, si vous plaît..” Monica groans, her head resting apon the couch. Her eyes close, and her hands slip off.

“such a lucky girl aren’t you?” Nyla whispers into Monica’s ear, and all Monica could say was a soft whimper.

“im a lucky girl—“ Monica moans when Nyla’s hand moves pass her pants and into her panties, her fingers capture Monica’s clit, rubbing the flesh inbetween her fingers. Pushing her pants and underwear down off of her, slowly but surely.

“if you want me to stop, ill stop.” Nyla mutters but Monica lets out a moan and barks, “I don’t want you to stop, never. please, please don’t even think about stopping..”

And Nyla slowly moves into the other woman even more, her fingers enter inside of Monica. The warmth feels soft and she curls her fingers.

Monica’s moan fills the room, and she quickly grips onto Nyla’s waist. Her red-polished nails dig into her waist, leaving a mark.

“fuck, please— please don’t— ne pas arrêter!” Monica’s voice soft, so needy and desperate for Nyla’s attention and love.

“I wasn’t thinking about it.” Nyla’s lips curl into a smile and her fingers curl much faster, “don’t act so shy now, baby.” Nyla purrs, which Monica groans, grinding into Nyla’s fingers, wanting more and more attention.

“How— ugh!~ are you this good?—“ Monica moans, her eyes heavy and her head, she lifts her head to looking up at Nyla.

“What can I say? Being undercover has its advantages.” Nyla winks before she uses her other hand to squeeze Monica’s breast.

“Oui! Je besoin plus Nyla!” Monica grunted, her pussy becoming more wetter, she could feel herself getting closer and closer.

Nyla pulls her fingers out, making Monica whimper and shake slightly before panting, “ai, pourquoi t’arrête??” She pouts.

Nyla moves onto the floor, and spreads Monica’s legs. “You’ll see,” she purrs before running her tongue across Monica’s folds, leading her to shiver.

“Merde..” Monica hissed, her hands now grabbing Nyla’s head, digging her fingers inbetween the other woman’s hair.

Nyla groans, vibrating against Monica making her feel warm and wet, her eyes now shut from the heat inside of her.

“I feel so fucking close, ma chérie..” Monica whimpers before Nyla’s tongue does a lap around her pussy. Monica shakes and come against Nyla’s head.

“Putain!” Monica groans, her body shakes from the feeling, and Nyla’s face now damp from Monica’s squirt.

Nyla looks up at Monica, who’s eyes open up and she turns down to look at Nyla. “What?” Nyla looks at her before Monica leans down, capturing Nyla’s lips to taste herself.

Nyla moans against the kiss, their tongues battling against eachother, before Nyla pulls back to sit next to Monica.

“You’re shaking, was I to rough?” Nyla’s gaze soften at Monica’s shaken up body, but Monica just chuckles before pinning Nyla against the couch.

“You were perfect, especially for our first..” Monica purred before dragging herself down to Nyla’s neck, her mouth lays apon Nyla’s neck.

Monica slowly hold onto Nyla’s waist and the back of her neck to gain more access, her teeth softly bite down on her neck, leaving a mark.

“Are you trying to get me fired?—“

“Non, c’est juste une petite marque.” Monica breathed against her girlfriend’s neck, not trying to push any buttons of hers.

“nevermind— just don’t let me go.” Nyla sighs before Monica’s fingers rub her nipples, making her groan and arch into her touch.

“You know I can’t keep my hands off of you,” Monica cooed, before her takes her mouth away from Nyla’s neck to suck on her breast instead.

Monica’s ocean eyes darted into Nyla’s brown eyes before her free hand moves to her pussy, teasing her clit.

“Fuck!” Nyla hissed, her eyes close shut from Monica’s delicate— well more damp fingers. Her fingers curl and her nails slightly dig, giving Nyla slight pain,

“my nails— as tu mal..?” Monica’s voice soft, she quickly slows down to let Nyla take a breather.“No, just keep going.. please..” Nyla murmured, her cheeks flushed from earlier and even now.

Monica fingers curl much faster after Nyla’s words enter her ears, making Nyla groan from the touch and the speed the redhead’s fingers curled inside of her.

“M-Monica!” She groan, “please, don’t stop— make me come.” Nyla whimpers, her eyes shut from the touch.

“Are you close, ma belle?” she purrs, “being such a good, good girl.” Monica praised, her hair down and apon Nyla.

Before Nyla knew, she came. Her moan filled the living room, and her fingers curled against Monica’s wrist. “im sorry—“ her legs shake from the release.

“Ma femme, its okay..” Monica tilts her head and her lips curl into a smile, cheeks flush and both women sweating from the heat that had filled the room.

“Plus, I very much enjoyed this, being it our first together..” Monica softly lays her lips apon Nyla’s kissing her with such care and tenderness. “Shall we rest and stay?”

“Yes, oh gosh yes.” Nyla snuggle into Monica before her arms wrap around the redhead’s waist. “please.” Monica chuckled before placing herself on top of Nyla..

“you definitely took my stress away from today,” Monica sighed, she looked up at Nyla. Resting her chin on Nyla chest.

“And you distracted me from a case, the folder is on the table and—“

“Blaming me when you wanted to take my stress away..”

“Lucky you, let’s just sleep tonight.” Nyla smiles, she leans forward to kiss Monica’s nose.

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word count: 1.3k 😅 i feel like ive been doing worse lately.. IM SO SORRY

THANK YOU AGAIN TO MY GREATEST HARVENS SHIPPERR EVERR :))

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all yours tonight *࿐

NYLA HARPER X MONICA STEVENS (HARVENS)

tw; Monica Stevens, Nyla Harper, Nyla x Monica, Harvens/harevens, lesbians, wlw, kissing, cuddling/hugging, fluff, and love — (season 5; the rookie)

🕰️; again non proof read (i just scanned it this time im on a tight schedule this summer )

(🧡) requested by @getyoursorryasstomine

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summary: Monica was stuck at home working on a case, and once Nyla arrived home with files in her hands, they both agreed to take a break from work, together and they both end up asleep in bed.

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Monica comes home from a long week, along with being stuck at home with cases or at the LA attorney office, and even on call with Wesley talking about his court cases, Monica would do anything for a break.

with her lovely girlfriend, Nyla Harper.

Who was always busy at the station, barely sees her unless shes lucky and Nyla comes home into Monica’s arms. In which case, Nyla does come home for the long day.

Monica looks away from all the files on the dining table, and her eyes dart to the woman in front of the door.

“Hey, your finally home—“ and before she could’ve continued, her eyes dart to a scar on Nyla’s forehead. “Where did that come from? Are you okay?” Monica gets up from the table and approaches Nyla.

Nyla looks up at the taller woman before letting out a small hiss when Monica touches the scar, she pulls her hand away from a scar and apologizes, “im sorry darling..”

Nyla sighs before her mouth open to talk, “its fine, could we..” Monica lips curl into a smile before cutting Nyla’s sentence, “yes I can, ill fix you a bath, fix the wound and turn on your favorite show. Law and Order.”

Nyla chuckles before her arms wrap around Monica’s waist. “Come join me, it wouldn’t hurt.” Her smile turns into a smirk before Monica’s cheeks turn red and she chuckles back.

“Relax, you just arrived from whatever crime you were sent to fix.” Her hands rub the sides of Nyla’s waist causing the brunette to pull back and walk towards the bathroom. “If you say so Stevens.”

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Once Nyla finished her bath, she was now out of her dirty clothes and in fresh, clean clothes. Her hair in a low bun, face slightly moisturized.

She found Monica sitting on the couch with a gray blanket sitting apon her lap, her red hair resting on her shoulder, Monica turns away from the tv and sees Nyla.

“Cmere..” Monica’s voice soft, her eyes stare at the scar on Nyla’s forehead, Nyla chuckles before resting herself on Monica’s lap, on the coffee table there was a small towel that looked damp.

Monica grabs the towel and uses it to pat the scar, the warm feeling makes Nyla slightly shiver before she sighs.

“Thank you..” Nyla’s eyes close, leaning into the warm towel. Monica watches the brunette relax, and decides to steal a kiss from her.

When Nyla felt the kiss, she didn’t pull away but instead sigh, leaning into the kiss before her eyes open and she watches Monica pull away.

“Anything for my detective.” Monica mutters before her cheeks flush red, she places the towel down onto the table before grabbing a small kit of medical supplies, fixing Nyla’s scar.

Nyla sighs before resting her body against the couch, letting Monica to her magic.

Once Monica finished, Nyla turns on the tv to watch ‘Law and Order’ specifically the Special Victims Unit, it was the one show that Nyla watched after work.

Unless Monica had Tom and Jerry on.

Nyla’s eyes on the tv while her head was rested on Monica’s lap, letting the red-hair woman run her fingers through her brunette hair.

Before the intro ended, Nyla felt Monica shiver. She sits up before turning her body to Monica, “Are you cold? I remembered you having a blanket on your lap earlier no?..” Nyla looks at Monica up and down before seeing Monica nod.

Monica pauses the show, her eyes turning to see Nyla get up and walk towards the bedroom. A few minutes later, a big black blanket was thrown on top of both women, the gray blanket back inside their bedroom.

Monica preferred the black blanket since it was used for any chill day.

Nyla rest her body apon Monica’s lap, and Monica’s arms wrapped around her detective’s waist, her head in the crook of Nyla’s head and shoulder.

“You’re warm..” Monica sighs before Nyla’s hands pat Monica’s, “I am, aren’t I?” Nyla chuckled. Her small laugher fills the room before Monica smiles, even if Nyla couldn’t see her smiling — she still felt it.

Monica’s grip tightens before she feels Nyla’s hands on top of hers, she turns her hands to hold the other woman’s hand.

“I don’t ever, want to lose you.” Monica whispers to Nyla before Nyla whispers back. “You won’t, ill make sure of it.” Monica smiles before her lips start to nibble on Nyla’s neck, slightly marking her.

“good.” Monica mutters against her neck. “better pinky promise me.”

“Pinky promise.” Nyla chuckles before she feels Monica’s pinky lock with hers from under the blanket which was keeping them warm from the weather outside.

A minute passes before Nyla wonders and asks, “What have you been up today?” Her eyes dart at the TV in from of her before Monica groans,

“cases, that I still haven’t finished— but they don’t matter as much as you do..” Nyla smiles widely before leaning back against Monica.

“You flirt,” Nyla giggled before she continues to focus on the show that was playing on the screen in front of the couple.

As the show goes on, Nyla dozes off, her body going limp against Monica. Who caught on and a short laughter comes out of her mouth, “sleepy head.”

Monica leans to the side and grabs the remove next to them before turning the tv off. She gently moved Nyla to lay on the couch before getting up, she stretches before turning back to look at Nyla, sleeping and her arms slightly curled up towards her chest and the black blanket on top of her

She folds the black blanket, putting on the coffee table, then carries Nyla up into her arms and walks towards the bedroom.

Once Nyla was on the bed from the small trip, Monica lets out a sigh before whispering against Nyla’s head, “Goodnight, dear..”

Monica then walks out to turn off all the lights before walking back into the bedroom to close the door behind her and turning off the light, she strides toward the bedside, fixing her messy hair into a bun and turning on the lamp near by. The warm light fills the room, resting apon Nyla’s face.

Monica lays next to Nyla, the gray blanket on top of the two, she shifts over to move closer to Nyla. Her arms once again, around her detective. Her hands crawl under Nyla’s shirt before she kisses her head. The moon quietly shines into the room, slightly shining into the bedroom, leading to the slumber of both women.

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🧡; word count: 1.1k

thank you again to @getyoursorryasstomine for requesting ! i love writing for you whenever i get the chance and deepest apologies again for taking a long long time 🥹

[getyoursorryasstomine]

[getyoursorryasstomine]

Having withdrawals per usual

[bellaaharpers]

I was waiting all this time. *࿐

🍏 ( MONICA X NYLA ) HARPEVENS

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-( 🍀 ) TW: au highschool, lesbian, kissing, love, fluff, and harpevens — NOT PROOF READ .. oops

-( 🍀 ) pov: 3rd :: and its senior year !!

-( 🍀 ) I was listening to: forth of july : mariah carey

-( 🍀 ) note: i was going to proof read but i then changed my mind so here you go, my raw writing harpevens is my endgame, and monica is still alive.

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Monica Stevens, the perfect girl. On the cheer team, perfect grades and perfectly popular in her school. She had dated boys but then again, she wanted something different. . .

something she wanted and yet she waited for a long time.

Nyla harper, the jock, team captain on the girls basketball team. Popular herself, since every girl think she’s gorgeous and hot, regardless of all.

Nyla had recently broken up with James due to both of them having a busy schedule and a rumor that Nyla had cheated on him, which was not true at all.

Nyla hasn’t been herself and Monica could see it, despite being her science partner in chemistry 12.

Monica only talks to Nyla in class. But never outside, since Nyla is always with her best friend Angela, and Monica always with her cheer team.

“Nyla, what’s up with you? You aren’t yourself.” Monica looks at her, the teacher was distracted helping Lucy and Celina on their homework even if Lucy was already done.

“Im perfectly fine Monica—“ Nyla gets out but Monica sighs.

“No. The truth dummy, i want the truth.” Monica’s blue eyes were blurring everything out other then Nyla being in front of her.

“Truth? Me and James broke up because someone told him a dumb rumor about me. I never cheated!” Nyla groans and leads against the science chair.

“Then why don’t you try to tell him?”

“Because he won’t believe me. You know how he his.” Nyla looks back at Monica, finally. Nyla couldn’t see it, but Monica’s pupils became bigger.

“So maybe get Angela’s boyfriend to tell him? Wesley is his best friend..”

“Angela said she tried — Wesley told us that James didn’t want to hear it.” Nyla frowns and once the bell rings, Monica grabs her hand and smiles.

“Then maybe he isn’t the one! I—“ Monica cuts herself before continuing

“Please, hang out with me, just the two of us. It is the end of the day.”

“Well I have practice—“

Monica groans and looks away, “skip it for today! they’ll understand. Cmon lets go to the mall.”

“Monica!—“

Monica gets up, pulling Nyla off her chair and making her follow Monica’s path. Once outside, Monica smiles before walking over to her car.

Despite being popular, Monica was rich at the same time. But her parents gifted her a Honda Accord Sedan, crystal black. Which was always so shiny.

Monica pushed Nyla to the passenger seat and smiles in joy.

“The only time we could actually talk outside of school! You aren’t busy on the weeknda are you?”

“I could be, unless you want to fill in the free spaces.” Nyla sits down and watches Monica close the door behind her, running over to the drivers.

Once Monica sits in the drivers, she closes the door behind her then turns to face Nyla.

“Maybe we could have a sleepover.. U-Unless you don’t want to—“

“Id like that.” Nyla smiles at Monica’s stuttering. Monica’s cheeks flush and she turns quickly to face the wheel, before starting her car and starts to drive.

— AT THE MALL (4:03PM)

Monica had parked her car and both of them head out into the busy mall. Monica lockes her car before catching up with Nyla.

Both Monica and Nyla had been walking around, talking about eachother. Yet Monica was very happy, she never felt like she could be herself until she met Nyla.

Both Nyla and Monica went around multiple stores and quickly got some food before official shopping and looking around for anything new.

Later on the day, Monica was in Bath and Body looking for a perfume to buy, she saw James with another girl. Monica gasps then turns her body towards Nyla but not her face, still eye-ing the ‘couple’

“Something wrong?” Nyla turns to face Monica with a confused look.

“N— no.” Monica turns around and faces Nyla, before holding Nyla’s hand once more and leaving the store.

“Didn’t seem like they had what I was looking for, cmon.”

Nyla follows Monica and holds her hand back. Letting Monica drag her wherever.

“Yes ma’am.” Nyla chuckles and they walk into Victoria secert. Monica walks around, holding Nyla close to her.

She didn’t even notice how tight she was holding, but Nyla didn’t say a word.

She was clearly enjoying the hand holding.

Nyla stares at the many lingerie products everywhere, not used to looking at these very attractive and sexy products.

Monica picks up a red pair before turning to face Nyla.

“Do you think this would match me?” She turns her eyes off the red lingerie and stares at Nyla, which Nyla just nods before her cheeks turn red and turns away.

Monica chuckles before putting them back where she had originally picked the lingerie up.

“Should we head back to my house?” Monica turns around to catch Nyla’s eyes wandering everywhere at the sexual clothes.

Monica giggles and pulls Nyla back, walking her out of the store and towards the underground parking lot. Once back in the car, Monica starts her car once more before leaving the parking lot.

— AT MONICA’S HOME (6:33PM)

When they arrive at Monica’s house, Nyla was in awe. The house was rustic, but it had an elegant touch to it. Balanced with the exterior, it was a beautiful tuscan house.

Monica parks in the driveway and both of the girls head outside of the car and walk towards the front door.

“I’ve never seen a house so inviting and welcoming.” Nyla murmurs and Monica chuckles, opening the front door letting Nyla go ahead.

They before take off their shoes, placing the shoes on the small wooden shoe rack near the front door. Monica closes the door behind her.

The interior was even more impressive, the flooring is a brownish-orange terracotta tiles, the walls were a likewashed stone and the lighting perfectly matching the warm and inviting home.

Music filled the air from the kicthen. Monica looks at Nyla and pulls her to the kichten, Monica’s mother. Olivia stevens, and she turns away from the pot to face both Nyla and Monica.

She smiles, her eyes green with a tint of brown and her hair red, long and yet wavy like the ocean’s wave, just like Monica’s gorgeous hair.

“Hi Monica— whos this lovely girl?” She looks at Nyla with such a joyful smile before Monica grabs Nyla’s hand and responds.

“This is my friend! Nyla Harper—“ but her mother cuts the sentence off with a gasp and smirk.

“Nyla Harper? The girl you been talking about??“

“Sh-Shush!” Monica blushes before her mother could even finish her sentence, she sighs and looks down.

“Okay then sweetheart.. Im cooking pasta for dinner so if you both want some, just come on down—“ Olivia smiles before continuing,

“oh and Monica, me and your father are going on a date tonight! So call me if you are in need with something very important okay?” Monica nods before bring Nyla to her bedroom.

The bedroom was big, Monica having her own walk in closet, her own bathroom, and a small balcony made this room seem like a small apartment.

The color palette was warm yet deep reds with the same terracotta look. Her bed wasa nice queen sized bed with a light cream color canopy around the bed.

Yet A beautiful white cat in the fairly large cat tree that sat in the corner. Along with smaller toys right at the bottom of the tree.

Monica smiles and looks at Nyla with her pupils even bigger now.

“Im going to change and find you an extra pair of clothes to change into, kay?” And Nyla nods to Monica before petting the soft cat inside the cattree.

Once finished, Monica was in a brown off the shoulder shirt, which flowed perfectly with flared black leggings and her red hair down of the high ponytail, combing her hands through her hair.

“I only found a pair of grey swear pants with this laced brown tanktop.” She gives the clothes to Nyla and then says

“You can change in my washroom if you want— as if theres no other option.”

Nyla smiles and walks into the washroom, closing the door behind her. The washroom was sun-washed beautifully, the arched walls for an entrance to the cream-colored bathtub.

She quickly changed into the clothes before walking out of the washroom, seeing Monica spread out on the bed, Nyla gasp and turns away before sighing to herself.

Walking towards Monica who looks at Nyla and smiles, pulling her down to lay apon the bed next to her.

“has anyone told you how gorgeous you really are?” Monica pushes herself onto her elbow to face Nyla, which Nyla looks at Monica with a smile.

“Oh yeah? How gorgeous am I, Stevens?” She jokes before Monica chuckles and leans in but not close enough for a kiss.

“very, incredibly gorgeous.”

“you enjoy teasing me.” Nyla gently smiles and rubs Monica’s cheek.

“Teasing? We both know that I wanted you for a while, I just—“ Monica sighs then continues.

“waited, for..you, I needed, no. I wanted you.” Monica leans against Nyla’s hand before leaning in, but she stops.

“Can I?” She asked before Nyla nods, letting Monica kiss her. The kiss was soft, gentle and yet sweet.

Once they pulled back from each other, their breaths ragged from the lingering kiss.

“i waited for so long, and I — gosh, im glad I decided to wait—“ Nyla chuckled and covers Monica’s mouth, smiling at her.

“Just stop talking and keep kissing me.”

Monica chuckles and Nyla pulls her hand back, wrapping her arms around Monica’s neck. Her head trapped in betwen Monica’s hands and they kiss once more.

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