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greenxgloss · 1 month

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Turn Me On (Mike, 5lbs of pressure)

Tags: @romanroyapoligist @nevvdrinksteaa @444rockstargf

Summary: you caught the eye of a long-haired mike in the club Warnings: Fem!reader, suggestive language, drugs mentioned, smoking, grinding

the music was booming and you could feel the base pulsing in your skin, letting your body move freely. you open your eyes and make eye contact with a man with soft blue eyes and long dark hair. he catches your eye and you point at him as you dance. without having to say anything he walked over to you, the lights seemingly making him stand out in the crowd, moving in slow motion. you didn’t know this but chills ran through his body the moment he saw you. lust in both your eyes.

he slowly approached and you felt your adrenaline spike. soon he was standing in front of you. both of you dancing and moving to the music, grinding onto each other. you felt free and in your element taking in the different smells that woke you up.

you felt like all eyes were on you as the both of you continued to press together. his hands reached for your hips, both your hair flying everywhere. you pulled away and walked over to the bar, the man following watching as you got on the counter.

you began dancing on the counter. him watching you in awe at how liberated you looked, so full of love for life. your skin twinkling from the sweat but still, you smelled of mint and martinis, your hands running over your body.

you didn’t care if people were watching or judging or cheering you just wanted to live in the moment. you pulled him onto the counter with you, pulling his hips against yours, taking him by surprise. “lean back when i do.” you spoke your first words into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. he did as he was told, leaning away from each other while you held your hips together. the song ending and you both let go of each other.

“what’s your name?” you asked into his ear, smelling the weed wafting off him. you knew you were gonna like him. “Mike.” he mouthed. “cool! I’m Y/N.” you said, beginning to dance to the next song. god even her name is intoxicating. “wanna go somewhere a little more quiet?” he asked and you nodded before leading him away from the loud music.

“i’ve never seen you here before.” he said, causing you to laugh. “never in the same place twice babe.” you said, wiping your hair from your face. “got a cigarette?” you asked, pulling a lighter from the hem of your jeans. he nodded. “god you’re so sexy.” he said, handing to one, watching you light it. “not too bad yourself.” you giggled, taking a hit and turning your head to blow the smoke out. “i just love the scene i need to keep moving.” you told him as you handed him the cig. “clearly. but i like it. i wanna be around for it more often if that’s cool with you.” he suggested, the smoke puffing out from his lips. “yeah here’s my number.” you said taking his phone from his pocket, making him jump at the swift motion. you typed in your digits.

you saw him take another hit from the cigarette and you quickly pressed your lips to suck the smoke out, flustering him and running back into the club before letting him react.

he just hoped you gave him a real number and not bogus combinations as he got back into his car and drove off, satisfied with his night at the club.

A/N: quick little thing I wrote. I couldn't choose between the songs oops

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dreamypqulson · 1 year

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— two queens in a king sized bed

summary: on your way home from a council meeting across country, you and cordelia's flight gets canceled due to a snowstorm. the issue is, christmas is tomorrow. The bigger issue is that you have to share a bed with the woman that you've fantasized a relationship with since your first arrival at the academy.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 3200

The thing about Cordelia Goode is that she books ahead. She's consistently on time for everything and always has her plans set in stone months ahead. That's why, the flight back to New Orleans getting canceled was a huge stump in her road.

It was December 24th and Christmas was approaching faster with each hour that passed. It was completely devastating that Cordelia could not be home with the girls for Christmas eve. She always made the holidays extra special for them since most came from a broken or abusive home. For Cordelia to miss Christmas day was like a parent missing their child's birth.

"What do you mean it's canceled? New Orleans doesn't ever snow!" Cordelia was getting agitated. For her to pull her unusual tempestuous demeanor was certainly alarming.

"Well, this year it is ma'am," The woman at the desk said flatly. She seemed unfazed by the infuriation.

Cordelia sighed, her face fell into her hands. Your first instinct was to put your hand on her back, but you immediately retracted that thought. You never truly saw Cordelia in this condition and so you did not know how she would react to being touched.

You could feel the heat radiating off of Cordelia's body from the anger and stress that fumed her. "The earliest flight we have is tomorrow morning at eleven," The lady intervened once more.

"Fine. If that's all you have, we'll take it." Cordelia became completely composed, especially when she spoke. You could see the tears threatening at her eyes, but she had already been far too trained at keeping them in.

Cordelia bought the tickets and walked out of the building with a rapid step. She didn't say a single word to you, you just tried your hardest to keep up with her.

You both waited outside for a taxi. It was snowing here, too. It reminded Cordelia of the reason she couldn't be home with her girls. But it was too pretty to be mad at. Still, she kicked a big chunk of snow with the tip of her shoe. "Fuck!" She yelled, wrathfully. It startled you.

"I'm going to disappoint all of the girls! They look forward to this all year and now i'm just abandoning them on the holidays like their own parents did!" Tears prickled down her face. You didn't know if it was the coldness or the anger that made her face turn so red. Both, probably.

"You're not disappointing anyone!" You finally said. She looked at you; like a small child, millions emotions danced across her face at once. Her lower lip trembled; she bit down on it. "It's not your fault. You can't control the weather. You tried your best and that's all that matters. They'll understand. We all know you would never abandon any of us."

Cordelia went to speak, opening her mouth to only close it when the taxi arrived. The conversation ended and was not brought up for the time being. She knew you were right. A huge part of her truly believed it too. She knew you would never lie to her, anyways.

The driver dropped you both off at the only motel in town. The only actual building in town, really. The deserted area was covered in snow. Without a couple of cars filling up the small parking lot you would've thought the place had been abandoned. The motel, however, seemed to be in great condition.

You and Cordelia both shared a look of uncertainty and then you followed her in. The lobby was empty besides an older woman at the front desk. You could hear muffled chatter and movement from the rooms down the hall.

"If you're coming to book a room, we only have one available," The woman said. She didn't look up from a magazine she was reading until silence filled up the room.

Cordelia finally spoke up, "We'll take it. Just for tonight please." The supremes sweet voice and glowing smile made the encounter slightly less awkward. The woman's eyes averted once to you, once to Cordelia, judgingly.

"It's only one bed," She said flatly, her lips pursed.

Cordelia looked over at you, without giving it a thought, she took the room. It was unlikely that you'd be able to fully sleep in an unfamiliar place. It's even more unlikely that'd you'd get any rest sharing a room with Cordelia.

You walked down to the end of the hall and opened the door with the key. The place didn't gross you out. It wasn't unclean. It had a dark red carpet, crème colored walls, and was richly decorated. A place like this was far too nice to be in an area like this.

Cordelia dropped her bags to the ground. With the time change, the sun was beginning to set as early as it was. She sighed and walked over to the only bed in the room. It was small; a twin sized bed. Neither of you would possibly be able to sleep contently without holding each other so close...

She threw herself on it with a grunt, looking over a you with a slight smile. "Come here," she said, reaching her arms out like a clingy child. You looked at her with questioning eye's. Cordelia has always been touchy. She's a very close friend of yours. But this seems like an entirely new boundary being crossed. You like it.

"Come onnn," She dragged on, her arms stretching further and smile becoming full. Your feet dragged across the rug as if they were locked in shackles. You were trying to hold this off as much as possible so your feelings could compose itself first.

You finally got to the bed. You crawled towards her and she watched you with hungry eyes. You could both melt into puddles with the heat between yous. Before you could figure out the confusing pounding in your chest, you were grabbed around the waist by Cordelia.

You squealed as you fell against her body. It was cold and you were tired and she was so warm and comfortable. However, your body tensed when her fingers snuck under your shirt, lightly tracing patterns against the expense of your back.

She noticed this and stopped, for a moment, before continuing on. "You're so tense, sweetheart," She said and her fingers dug softly into your flesh. It didn't hurt; it felt good and you had to contain yourself from the loud groan you were nearing to let out. She smiled slyly. She knew. "It's just me, darling. It's okay."

Exactly. It's just you. It's only you. That's the problem. "I know," you pushed out a gentle huff, "i'm just tired from all the traveling and everything. I think i'm going to go take a shower."

You got up and immediately made way to the shower without looking at her. You could feel her intense gaze on your back and you made slight eye contact as you closed the bathroom door.

You got out of the shower, wrapped a soft white towel around your body. You looked around the room only to realized that you had failed to take your pajamas with you. You scolded yourself. It's not that you were uncomfortable with Cordelia seeing you in just a towel, it was simply that mere fact that you don't think you would be able to handle her eyes on you.

There was no other option besides fully going out into the room with your towel. Why does she have to make you so crazy? Why does that fact that she takes up most of your heart make things so difficult?

"Cordelia?" You called, against the door. You soon heard her shuffling feet come towards it.

“Yes, sweetheart?" Stop it.

"Do you mind grabbing me my pajamas?" Your voice was shy, hesitant. Why was it such a big deal? You were covered.

"Of course not. Which ones would you like, honey?"

Once it was all figured out, she knocked on the bathroom door. Of course she would knock, even knowing that you are expecting her. She's so sweet.

You turned the knob and the door slowly slipped open. She smiled at you as soon as eyes met. She handed you your pajamas and you could swear that her eyes were wondering everywhere except your eyes at this point. However, you didn't look up to meet her eyes anymore. Oddly enough, you liked the feeling of her gaze deeply burning through your skin.

"Don't take too long, beautiful. I don't want to get too bored without you," She winked. What the fuck. The air knocked out of your lungs and your knees nearly buckled. You shut the door after pushing up a smile for her. How could one have such an effect on you.

Cordelia looked up from her place on the bed as soon as you walked into the room, her gaze adverting from the book on her lap to you. She smiled again and sat up with criss-crossed legs. She had already dressed herself in pajamas from the time you've spent putting your own on.

"Hey, you," She said. Her pajamas were silk and they draped on her slim frame perfectly. As if her clothes were more for decoration than necessity. "Come sit." Cordelia patted the spot next to her and you only took a mere second to contemplate until you were beside her, feeling her body warmth generating on you like a heater.

"So I have a present for you. I know it would be best tomorrow morning but I just couldn't wait any longer."

You could've sworn there was a baby bird inside your chest; trying out its new wings for the first time as your heartbeat accelerated. She thought of you. Even if she had bought you the ugliest sweater that was ten times too small, you would still wear it every day like a prized piece.

"Cordelia I- you didn't have to do that." Yet she already bought it. She already thought deeply about what she should get you. And she was already pulling out a tiny box wrapped in holiday wrapping paper, topped with a gold bow. It was perfect and so, so Cordelia.

"Shush. Don't be silly. Open it."

You peered at her swiftly and began to gently rip the wrapping paper off. A small, black box was revealed. You looked up at her questionably, however, knowing what the content must be.

You opened the box and softly gasped at the gorgeous silver necklace that looked right back at you. Tears pricked at your eyes when you saw the engraved writing on it; Cordelia's initial plus yours. You were overflowing with emotions for everything. The mere fact that Cordelia does this for you yet you've yet to believe that your feelings could ever be reciprocated. It hurt.

Cordelia chuckled lightly and that's what brought you back from your headspace. “Open it up. It's a locket." Everything about her was soft and her voice so close to you ear had sent goosebumps to arise on your skin and shivers to course through you; it wasn't from the coldness of the December bite this time.

Your breath hitched harshly when her warm hand was placed onto your back. You assumed she noticed by the way you heard her smile once more. You lifted the necklace out of the box and did as you were instructed. A gentle cry wracked your body at the picture stored in it.

"Cordelia, this is so beautiful," You said. A picture of a simple yet heart stopping day at the academy looked up at you. It was of Cordelia hugging you from behind with her lips pressed against your cheek. It was certainly the most intimate she had ever been with you and Zoe was great enough to capture a picture of it.

"I- I don't even know what to say," you wiped away the tears off your cold cheek and eventually looked over at her. The look she gave you was the moment you knew your heart would never feel the same as it did in this moment. It was the closest you'd ever be to her and it made you feel a way that most people don't ever get to experience.

"You don’t have to say anything. Let me put it on you," her voice ever so gentle, she picked it up out of your hands and you lifted your hair to give her a clear view.

Her fingertips brushed against the back of your neck, causing your body to twitch in the slightest. She clipped it and it nicely draped over your chest. She relaxed her hand against your shoulder, other hand grabbing your locks of hair and running her fingers through them. "It's look gorgeous on you," she whispers against the shell of your ear. Her lips are so close that the softness rubs against your ear.

You gulped down the urge of lean forward and figure out how they would feel against your own lips. Finally, you find that tiny voice in the back of your throat that allows you to speak, "I wish I brought your present with me. It's back at the house."

"You could give me another gift right here to hold me off," Cordelia smirked

"Oh really? And what would that be?" You watched as a wave of emotions crashed across her face. She hesitated to speak and her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink.

"Cuddle with me?" Innocence took over. She was nervous. She could've admitted everything right there, right then. But she didn't. So it was clear to you that you're feelings were not reciprocated. She asked you for such a simple, sweet thing and you couldn't deny her. You wouldn't deny her of anything.

"You're lucky that i'm very cold right now," You decided to take over the teasing roll. She bit her lip, holding herself back from the wide smile that would've taken up her whole face.

She got under the covers and you followed, the merky light being turned off with a flick of her wrist. Her arm came back around and draped over your waist. Gratefully, you weren't faced towards her; she couldn't see the single pathetic tear roll down your face. However, as silence beat by with your racing heart that never seemed to slow, she could certainly feel that something was amiss

Light illuminated the room once more. You closed your eyes to try and block it out when you really just thought you would be able to get away from here if you did. It was too much. These emotions, this closeness; it was all consuming you.

"What's wrong," Cordelia asked, and if she spoke any lower, any softer, you were certain that you wouldn't have heard it. As if you didn't; you failed to respond to her. You didn't know what to say, you didn't even know what was entirely wrong. "Hey, look at me please."

She grabbed your shoulders and turned your body around for you. You didn't look at her; refused to open your eyes. But she hadn't asked you to. Because if she had; you would. You would climb into a cage of hungry gorillas if she asked you to. You always want to please her in any way you possibly can.

"Please talk to me," she softly exhaled through her nose, waiting and waiting for you to finally brake this barrier that you had. She would wait eternity for you.

You simply shook your head. "I feel like," she began to lightly cry, "like you always have this wall up around you. Like no matter what I do, no matter how close we are, there's this part of you that's hiding."

Hiding my heart. I'm hiding my heart because i'm so terrified that you'll shatter it. But a part of you argued, she’s too gentle. She never hurt you before.

“I’m sorry,” You said simply, and you were. You were sorry for yourself, too, that you have to feel so strongly about your supreme. It was pathetic. “I’m sorry. I care about you a lot. I guess i’m just guarded,” you reached up and cupped her cheek, letting a hot tear slide down your own.

“Well don’t be. Not around me. I want all of you.” You could’ve sworn, or it was just your tired brain hallucinating, that she started to lean in closer. I want all of you, she said, but you knew she could never want the real you. She wanted all of this person that you’d pretended to be to mask your true feelings.

“You don’t..”

“I do. Do you want me to show you?”

You nodded again, slow and hesitant. You wanted whatever she would give you but you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to possibly handle it. Within seconds her lips came crashing down onto yours, desperateness nearly dripping out of her mouth.

She hovered over you but her sudden weakened arms were hardly able to hold herself up without quivering. The budding love for her passionately spread all over your body like vines growing on it’s home. Somewhere, in your dazzling haze of soft vanilla flavored lips molding against yours, had you let out an ungodly sound that made your cheeks turn the exact shade of red as the rugged floor.

She pulled back, looked down at you and smiled. You wanted to say so many things but could not build the courage after she had felt your strong desires for her. She sat back on her legs but kept a hand on the sliver of skin on your abdomen from your night shirt slightly rising. Just so you could feel that she was still there.

“You’re trembling,” was all she said, looking proud that she had shaken you up in the most exhilarating way that she possibly could. Her fingers began to move in slow circles on the soft flesh of your stomach.

“Kiss me again,” came out as a mere whisper, “please.”

She did just that. She wasn’t going to deny you of anything when you were so desperate for her. But she didn’t kiss your lips, it was your neck. And then your clothes were throw somewhere in room and her lips were everywhere elsewhere. “Please don’t ever stop.”

“I’ll never stop loving you,” Cordelia admits, and comes back at to look you dead in the eye. You gasp, feeling her soft skin brush against yours. “As for this,” her finger is drawing patterns on your chest as to which you cannot suppress the smile that creeps up on your face, “Well…I have all night with you for this.”

“Oh darling, I promise you’re stuck with me for life now.”

Her dark eyebrow raises at your sudden dominance, however, she new she would have you melted into a puddle again, within seconds if she pleased. “Hm, doesn’t sound like such a bad vow, my pretty girl.”

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