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msfangirlface · 2 years
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I wanted to write some Millie/Jean yesterday and picking back up the sequel to To Tame Your Wild, Wild Heart was overwhelming, so here's some Modern AU domestic fluff instead!
“No worries, Hails, I'll let her know.”
Jean looked up from her knitting at the sound of Millie’s voice and listened with a vague curiosity to the conversation.
“I hope the appointment isn’t too horrendous,” Millie said. “Thoughts and prayers and all that, Nancy only has to see the carry cage and she hates us. See you soon lovely.”
Jean watched as she glanced at the screen of her phone and then put it in her pocket.
“Hailey can’t come over today darling, she has to take Katy Purry to the vet,” Millie said. “She did try to phone you, but surprisingly your phone doesn’t ring when it’s switched off on the coffee table.”
“You’ve mentioned that before, I never do seem to be able to retain that bit of information,” Jean said dryly.
Millie laughed.
“One day you’ll accept that we don’t live in the Dark Ages, my love,” she said.
“It’s not living in the Dark Ages to want a break from the incessant beeping,” Jean replied.
“Wait until you hear about silent mode!” Millie said with mock excitement. She leaned down to kiss Jean, a casual brush of her lips against her partner’s. “What great plans did you have with Hailey anyway?”
“We were going to make a start on putting together that wardrobe for the spare room,” Jean answered.
“Oh, well, I just have that pitch to work on today so I can help instead if you want,” Millie said.
Jean laughed.
“The thing is, dear, that I was rather intending to still be in a relationship with you tomorrow, and I’m just not sure that will happen if we attempt to assemble flat-packed furniture together again.”
“Come on, we’re not that bad at it,” Millie said, sitting down cross-legged just in front of her partner.
“It’s not our competence that’s the issue,” Jean said, affectionately brushing her thumb against Millie’s shoulder. “As much as the fact that every time – without exception – you get the whole lot out of the box before I even get into the room and then decide it’s too confusing, which it would not have been, had your first action been different. Not to mention how often you then inexplicably disappear and leave me to the chaos you have created.”
“That’s preposterous,” Millie said, laughing as she caught Jean’s thumb between her fingers. “Practically slander.”
“Is it?” Jean said, raising an eyebrow. Looking down at her lap, she extricated her hand from the other woman’s and returned it to her knitting to prevent the needle slipping.
“In my defence, I have a select attention span, and DIY doesn’t play to my strengths,” Millie admitted.
“Hence my asking Hailey to come over and help,” Jean said.
“Hmm, I suppose when you put it that way,” Millie said, resting her hand on the other woman’s thigh. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Jean replied, reaching down for Millie’s hand and bringing it up to her lips.
It was a moment or two before Millie spoke.
“It’s strange, isn’t it, that we’re not very good at doing flat-packed assembly together?” she said.
“What makes you think so?” Jean asked, slightly raising an eyebrow as she wondered where the question would lead.
“Oh, it’s just that historically we're very good at putting Tab A into Slot B...,” Millie said, winking quickly at the other woman before she laughed.
“Camilla Harcourt, are you attempting to charm me into bed using terrible DIY-themed innuendo?”
“That depends,” Mille replied, reaching forward to run a fingertip up Jean’s thigh. “Is it working?”
Jean shook her head and smiled.
“Against my better judgement, it is,” she said. She put down her knitting and gestured to her lap. “Come here.”
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hereticpriest · 5 years
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Suit and Tie Chapter 3
Warnings: Gun kink, gunplay, NSFW
They did not survive. Fifteen minutes later, Natalia groaned as she heard a knock on the front door and some cooing at John’s adorable pittie. She recognized the voices as her parents and possibly her brother, which made her try to squeeze underneath John to try to hide. His deep laughter had her whining and giving him a gentle shove.
“Nattie! We saw a car pull up, and we were going to leave you alone but we’re so very excited to meet your boyfriend and it’s been quite a while since you arrived!” Her mother shouted through the door. Natalia could hear her father gently reprimanding her mother for being nosy and slid her arms around John’s waist, using his solid form like a shield.
“Nattie! Don’t ignore us! I know you’re in there. I want to meet my sister’s boyfriend, give him the old talk!” Ethan shouted, and that certainly got Natalia up.
“Ethan, you little brat! You will do no such thing! I’m your older sister, and I am an adult, and I don’t need you giving my boyfriend a talk like you’re even slightly intimidating! All five foot nine of you!” Natalia yelled back, which had John covering his face to hide his laughing.
“Hey! I’m 5’10, you asshole!”
“Ethan! Do not call your sister an asshole. You’re embarrassing us in front of your sister’s boyfriend. Do you know how long it’s been since we got to meet one of those?!”
“Yeah, same amount of time it’s been since she’s had one.” Ethan retorted.
Natalia shrieked, throwing herself off the bed and straightening out her clothes, checking her appearance in the mirror before stomping out into the front hall.
“Ethan Samuel Jamieson! I will tie you to an anchor and throw you in the lake!” Natalia threatened, only to be scolded by her mother. Her father stood by watching it all with a small, fond smile. Used to the madness by now.
“It’s my wedd-“
“I know! You don’t get to use Amber as an excuse, you twit! Just because it’s your wedding week, whatever the fuck that is, doesn’t mean you get to be a dick!” Natalia flung open the door, chasing after Ethan as he ran away, yelping when she managed to briefly catch the back of his shirt and yank him over. They wrestled on the grass while their parents watched in dismay.
“Gentle, Nattie! You can’t give him bruises before the wedding!”
“Ethan, I swear, you better not hurt your sister!”
Clearly Deidre and West Jamieson had very different priorities. John soon joined them at the door, cleaned up like he hadn’t facefucked their daughter dizzy less than half an hour ago. It stung a bit to notice that he was only a decade younger than her parents, but he forced that down at the sight of her rolling around with her brother, shoving his face into the dirt when she got the upper hand. Ethan was a lighter ginger than his sister, and his eyes were a greener shade of blue, but his skin had a bit more of a tan and less freckles. He was also less bulky than his sister, but John assumed that had to do with the fact that Natalia worked out and had a gymnastics background. From what she had told him, Ethan was an accountant for a large tech company.
Natalia’s parents showed that it was clear genetics were in play. Her father was strawberry blond with a bit of a ginger beard, touched with white to show his age. He was darker like his son, tanned from time in the sun, and had grey eyes. He was clearly a man who had worked late into his age and had always been quite physical. Her mother, on the other hand, had auburn hair and green eyes, and a fuller frame. She had clearly once been beautiful, likely with the same shape as her daughter. She still was beautiful, honestly. Deidre had just aged and had two children. She obviously didn’t look the same.
“Natalia Serenity Jamieson, how is this going to look to your boyfriend when he sees you covered in grass stains and being such a ruffian?” Deidre called, hands firmly on her hips.
“He’d think she looks beautiful in anything, even grass stains, and that this is typical behaviour of siblings.” John replied from behind them, offering a small smile. Both of her parents looked shocked that he was able to sneak up behind them. Natalia spotted them from her place kneeling on her brother’s chest, holding his arms and making him smack himself. She lit up immediately, doing a little flip up that looked rather badass without the context of her having been in gymnastics nearly her entire life. Natalia practically bounced over to John, leaving her brother panting in the dirt, and leapt into his arms. He caught her easily, brushing her dress down and laying a quick kiss on her forehead.
“Mom, Dad, this is John. John, these are my parents, Deidre and West.” Natalia introduced them all, leaning her head against John’s shoulder.
“Oh, hello John, dear.” Deidre smiled warmly, taking his hand and shaking it, “Sorry for all the fuss. We’re a bit of a wild family.”
“That is understating it, darling.” West hummed, reaching out to shake John’s hand as well, “Lovely to meet you, John. Will you be joining us this afternoon?”
“Joining you?” John asked, raising a brow. He glanced at Natalia, but she looked just as clueless.
“Oh, Nat, did we not tell you? Uncle Thomas has gotten a time slot at the shooting range for us all.” West replied. Natalia laughed, then pointed to Ethan who was slowly pulling himself to his feet and brushing his clothes off.
“I get to kick this kid’s ass? Hell yes, I’m down!” Natalia cheered.
“You guys shoot?” John asked, surprised by the little thrill that went through him at the idea of his tiny, beautiful girlfriend holding a gun.
“Yeah, most of us. Since the kids were old enough.” West agreed, laughing at the look Deidre gave him, “Okay, perhaps before they were old enough. Safely, of course. Have you ever been to a gun range?”
“John is a marine vet, Dad.” Natalia replied, running her thumb in little circles around John’s knuckles, threading her fingers through his. West instantly looked impressed, nodding and thanking him for his service, which Deidre and Ethan echoed. Noticing that John looked a bit uncomfortable, Natalia set her sights on her brother.
“Hey, Ethan, I bet John and I can get more perfect shots than you and Hailey.” Natalia waggled her brows at him, clearly trying to goad him into a competition. Ethan rolled his eyes.
“Nattie, that isn’t going to happen. I’m not stupid.” Ethan replied, snorting, “He’s a vet. Even if you manage to suck, I doubt he will.”
Natalia pouted, giving John’s arm a quick tug, “What about you, handsome? Bet you I can beat you.”
John laughed, quite loudly for him, though that wasn’t much compared to anyone else. Natalia pouted, giving him a firm swat to the ribs that had him lifting her off her feet, kissing her nose. Her parents were both smiling warmly at the sight, though Ethan was studying John closely.
“I’m gonna kick your ass.” Natalia informed him primly, pecking his cheek, “Ma, Pa, gremlin monster creature, I’m going to change. John and I will join you guys in a few minutes to get ready to go to the range.”
Ethan rolled his eyes at the nickname, flipping her off behind her parents back, then waving at John. “Good luck with that one, bud. See you in a bit. Mom, Dad, come on.”
West and Deidre followed their son, waving goodbye to them. Once they were gone, Natalia found herself pressed against the wall just inside the door, her legs around John’s waist.
“Shooting? Seriously?” John growled.
“Yeah, it’s a family hobby. We hunt and stuff, but we’d have to all get licenses if we wanted to go.” Natalia murmured.
“Fuck, you are seriously testing my control, kitten.” John nipped her ear, carrying her into the bedroom and dropping her on the bed, “Am I going to have to deal with you wrestling with your brother every five minutes?”
“I wouldn’t say every five minutes.” Natalia replied, tugging her dress over her head, throwing it into a corner. John took a moment to pull the front of her panties down enough to see the JW carved into her skin, then kissed her softly. Natalia kissed him back delicately, running her fingertips over his short beard, enjoying the scratchiness. After earning a purry growl from him, Natalia stepped away to get changed. After humming and hawing, Natalia chose a pair of black skinny jeans and a Punisher tank top that had had super low sides. It showed the sides of her bra, and only had a 2-inch-thick strip of fabric securing the front and back on both sides.
“Come on, John, we can take the bike over to Ma’s.” Natalia hummed, ignoring the heated look that John was giving her. She knew he loved it when she wore clothes like this, and that he loved it even more when she went on motorcycles with him. Checking all the boxes today, apparently. John helped her get the bike ready, getting on behind her after a staring contest that he perhaps could have won, but didn’t want to. Not when he saw the way she looked in those skin-tight jeans, stretched out over the bike.
Thirty minutes later, after checking in at the main house and a short drive to the gun range, John helped his girlfriend off of her bike and kicked the stand down. They locked their helmets to the bike, then headed hand-in-hand into the range. Nat’s family soon joined them, while John was signing paperwork and Natalia was pretending that she wasn’t groping his ass.
“Nat, honey!” A cheery voice sounded behind them, and Natalia spun to give Hailey a hug.
“Hailey, doll, it is SO good to see you. This is John, my boyfriend. John, this is my brother’s fiancée. Please do not ask me how he hooked her, I know she is absolutely fantastic and he is a gremlin that was fed at night.” Nat hummed.
“Nattie, shut the fuck up, you’re such a dickhead.” Ethan protested, though Hailey chastised him with a look.
“John, pleasure to meet you. Natalia, where can I get one?” Hailey giggled, tossing her blonde curls over her shoulder. Nat laughed, while John rolled his eyes at the attention and signed off on the paperwork.
“Nice to meet you, Hailey.” John said quietly, letting the rest of the family scoot by him. Natalia snagged John’s hand, leading him towards the gun cage.
“Vic, honey, John and I get first choice!” Natalia called, to a chorus of complaints from the family.
“Of course. You and your beau can pick first, since you were hear first.” Vic replied. He was an older gentleman who owned the gun range and often worked the cage. He let John and Nat in, and Nat skidded past John to grab a Heckler & Koch P30L handgun. John raised his brows, smiling appreciatively as he watches his woman walk around the room picking out rifles. She chooses a Ruger M77 as well, followed by a Benelli M2 Super 90.
John chose a Glock 22, a TTI SIG-Sauer MPX Carbine, and a Glock 34. He carried his choices into the next room to get set up and stock ammo, tapping Natalia’s ass on the way. She followed him shortly, sitting at the table next to him and starting by taking her handgun apart to clean and check it. They made quite the pair, each efficiently cleaning their weapons. John obviously moved faster than Nat, but he happily watched her once he was done. It was a bit of a turn on to see her so confident. A nice surprise, too. Feeling his stare, Natalia glanced up at him briefly.
“I used to want to join the military. I was always a good hunter. Good at physical stuff. I worked hard. When gymnastics fell through, I wanted to join up even more, but my injuries kept me out of that. I still go to the range because it helps me deal with my emotions and stuff.” Natalia informed him quietly, snapping the last piece into place on the Ruger and getting up. John noted that her family hadn’t joined them yet and tugged her into his lap, stealing a hungry kiss. His hands skimmed up over her thighs and squeezed her ass, trailing his mouth down over her neck.
“Do you have any guns at home?” John asked quietly.
“Yeah. Have to clean them, actually. You can help if you want.” Natalia purred, arching into his hands like a cat being pet.
“Mm, when we get back. And your family isn’t around.” John replied, and that gave Natalia an idea for later.
Just as her family came out of the gun cage, Vic brought John and Natalia ammo and cleared them for ranges 1 and 2, spacing them out away from her family a little bit just like he did with Ethan and Hailey. They began soon after, and John was impressed by how good Natalia was. She started with the Ruger on distance targets, and he quickly realized that his woman had talent. That innate calm that she was able to cultivate within herself clearly aided her in steadying her aim.
He figured a bit of practice wouldn’t hurt him, especially off-hand shooting, so he worked with the Carbine first. He could see Natalia eying him out of the corner of her eye, but he simply winked over at her and took a shot.
“Nat, doll, do you want a course?” Vic’s voice came over the speaker between shots, and she beamed.
“Hell yes Vic! Thank you!” John sighed. This woman was going to kill him, he just knew it.
“Man, only a couple points lost there, Nat. Too bad you decided on a marine, huh? He wiped the floor with you.” Vic offered Natalia a smile, handing her a USB drive for review and nodding at John, “Good on you both.”
Natalia pouted, taking John’s hand and kissing his gunpowder covered fingers. John growled at her, and she giggled, nipping the pad of his fingers and leading him out to the motorcycle.
“Ma, John and I are tired. We’re going to have dinner in the summer house and get an early night. I’m going to show him around the property a bit too.” Nat called to her parents.
“Okay, you better show up for breakfast tomorrow! It’s served at 7 and if you don’t show, I’m putting your bed in the lake.” Deidre warned, drawing a snort from John.
“That sounds like something that has happened before.” John hummed inquisitively.
“Once or twice.” Natalia replied, getting onto the motorcycle and sighing happily as John’s arms circled her waist.
The ride home was short, but it was still long enough for John to be a bit tense, especially with Nat wiggling her butt into his hips whenever she could. The two parked and covered the bike, then fetched the gun safe from the locked shed, bringing into the house. John set food out for the dog, dumped a couple indoor and outdoor toys out for him, and gave him a massive antler to chew on that should keep him out of trouble. Probably.
The couple settled on the bed with the gun safe on the floor nearby, having retrieved a Glock 22 that Natalia informed John was her first ever gun. John held her close to him, nearly in his lap while she disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled the gun. Once it was reassembled, she checked the safety and turned a bit in John’s lap. He watched her with dark eyes, nearly black from how blown his pupils were. She knew him too well, he decided, when she flicked the tip of her tongue over the muzzle of the gun. John groaned audibly, watching her trace kitten licks up the barrel, her eyes locked with his.
“Made for me, kitten. Fucking made for me.” John muttered, taking the gun from her and checking it once again, before tipping her head back and slipping the gun into her mouth, twisted sideways so that her jaw wouldn’t be straining to hard. Natalia held still, letting out a moan around the gun, looking up at John with pleading doe eyes as he fucked her mouth.
“Natalia, baby, I’m going to fuck you with this gun. Will you let me do that? Do you want it?” John asked, forcing the gun a bit deeper into her mouth and smirking when she gagged around it. Natalia caught herself and nodded carefully, moaning around the barrel of the gun. John smirked, taking another photo of her in all of her glory. Natalia blinked up at him, waiting until the gun was slipped out of her mouth before getting up to undress herself.
“I trust you with those.” Natalia informed him quietly, watching him flip through his library of filthy photos of her. John offered her a small smile, then turned his attention back to flipping through photos. His favourite was probably one in which he had cum all over her face and was holding her head up by her hair to show her off. He moaned, dropping his phone, reaching out and yanking Natalia over to him. She hadn’t gotten her underwear off yet, but he hastily ripped them down her legs, throwing her onto her back on the bed. The muzzle made slow circles around her cunt, swiping through her wetness. John spread her open carefully, slowly guiding the barrel of the gun into her.
“You’re taking it so well, kitten. So well. I know it must feel weird. God, look at you.” John murmured, an endless stream of filth and sugary sweetness as he pushed the barrel of the gun as deep as he could, then gently began to thrust it in and out of her. He could see she was shaking a little bit, desperately trying to keep her legs spread for him despite the desire to curl away from the gun. He dipped down to place a kiss next to his initials, then pressed another upon her clit, swirling his tongue around it while he thrust the gun in and out of her.
Natalia’s muscles clenched, her back arching and toes curling on the sheets. John smiled. He was hoping for something specific from her, and he had a feeling that it was going to happen this time. She was wiggling on the bed, whimpering and gasping his name, her whole body tense as he sucked at her swollen clit. A loud whine escaped her lips, followed by stuttered pleading, and then she arched dramatically and screamed. He slid the gun free and lapped at her as she came in a gush, the sheets soon soaked along with his beard.
“Well fuck.” Natalia panted after a minute of ragged breathing. John grinned, wiping his mouth against his sleeve and crawling up her body, leaving kisses in his wake.
“Well fuck.” John agreed, yanking her out of the wet spot and onto his body. The gun lay forgotten at the foot of the bed, in dire need of another cleaning.
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