#cmwrites

Summary: In which your virgin status is revealed to your best friend and she decides to do something about it. 

WC: ~1k

It was kind of embarrassing being a 24-year-old virgin, but you were more focused on a career than sex. That worked out for you and you ended up at the FBI at the ripe age of 23. In the year that passed, you were too busy doing fieldwork and the paperwork that followed to have any dates, much less one night stands. On this rare night off, you and the team were over at your best friend, Penelope’s apartment. Everyone’s wine-drunk and someone, probably Penny, decides to suggest a game of truth or truth. Really, you have nothing to lose, well except your virginity, but nothing in the sense of this game, so you’re the first to agree to play with the rest of the team following your lead. The questions started out innocent enough, like your first and current celebrity crush, any current crushes, and once everyone was tired of “boring questions”, someone decided to start asking more scandalous ones. Since you were first to agree to the game, you were the target of the first question. 

“So… Y/N, tell us about when you lost your virginity. What was it like?” Your eyes widened at the boldness of the question, and you quickly scrambled to make up an answer.

“It was okay, I guess. You know, it was a first time, probably the exact same as you guys’.” The words came out jumbled and rushed, and Penelope looked at you with concern written all over her features. She turned to you and mouthed ‘you okay’ before you nodded and allowed the next person to ask a question. The game continued until everyone was ready to go to their respective homes and sleep off their drunkenness. Previously, you had asked Penelope if you could spend the night, so you were making up the couch when she re-entered the living room. 

“Y/N. You know you’re not sleeping on the couch in my house, grab your blanket and come to bed, it’s big enough for both of us.” Immediately following her instructions, you grabbed your stuff and followed her to the bedroom. You got settled into bed, and turned towards Penelope to see if she was still awake. Only in the darkness of her bedroom would you dare to say what you were about to say out loud. 

“Penny… you know how we tell each other everything...” You weren’t sure if she was asleep, and if she was it was actually better for you, that way you could admit it without actually admitting it. “Well, I acted so weird when the topic of my first time came up during the game because I haven’t had one yet. I know it’s embarrassing, but I haven’t had the time to do it, and I guess I just didn’t feel comfortable with anyone.” After your admission, you took a few deep breaths, the words taking all of the air from your lungs. For a few moments, you didn’t receive an answer and assumed she was asleep. You were going to turn over, but then she grabbed your hand. Penelope was gazing into your eyes lovingly, you assumed, the only light coming in was from the moon outside. 

“Would you want to… now?” Penelope murmured the question in such a soft whisper that if Y/N declined, it could’ve just been the wind. If she was being completely honest, the idea of her best friend being a virgin and Penelope being the one to open her eyes to the amazing world of sex. Y/N nodded sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed by her confession, and a bit shocked that Penelope offered to do something about it. She loudly cleared her throat. 

“Yeah… Pen… that’d be nice, but tonight, can you just…” she trailed off nervously and took a deep breath. “Eat me out?” The latter part of the question was almost a whisper, and she couldn’t believe how crude she was being. Penelope motioned for her best friend to lay on the bed, lightly tapping her outer thigh so she would spread her legs. The literal second Y/N asked, it was like Penelope transformed into a different person. 

“Spread your legs, pretty, I don’t have all night to ravish you… although I wish I did.” Penelope’s pupils were blown with a hunger that was simply primal. She slid Y/N’s shorts and panties down her legs, throwing them in the corner. Penelope used two fingers to spread her friend open, blowing a testing stream of air on her center. She gauged her need, and her pussy was practically pulsating in Penelope’s face. Penelope decided to end her suffering and immediately dove in, placing a couple of licks on her clit before taking the entire bud in her mouth and sucking. Penelope moaned at Y/N’s taste, “mm… so good, can’t believe I’m the first one to taste this pretty cunt, it’s so rude of you to keep it hidden from everyone.” 

Y/N’s back arched in pleasure as Penelope ate her like it was the last meal of her life. “More. Please more.” she whined, unable to believe she was begging and that her best friend was eating her out. Penelope hummed and immediately obliged, plunging one finger into her and quickly turning that into two. 

“So tight, so pretty. I’ve got so much to teach you love. I’m going easy on you tonight… for your sake.” Y/N let out a chorus of moans at Penelope’s words, getting closer to her peak. She felt it embarrassing how quickly she was about to cum, but it turned Garcia on even more. Penelope looked at her friend with a wicked smirk. “Come on… I know you’re close, and trust me, this is going to be completely different than anything you’ve done by yourself.” At her best friend’s command/permission, she finally let go. Penelope was right, the orgasm racked her body and was unlike anything she’d felt by herself. Penelope removed her fingers slowly, putting them in Y/N’s mouth. 

“Penelope… please. Fuck me.” Y/N whined around her fingers. She had left all of her self-respect and dignity when she decided to fuck her best friend. 

Penelope shook her head in denial. “Baby, you did so good, but I can’t fuck you tonight, that’d be too much for you to handle. There’s always tomorrow.” She winked. 

A/N: LA inaccuracies, I am only a Southerner with no knowledge of the West Coast. My darlings, just a reminder that all of my writing is assuming a fat/plus-size MC <3

WC: ~900

Making the decision to move across the country to California was not an easy one, but with your side gig, you were able to move wherever you wanted and there were more collab opportunities out there. You were a professional by day and a cam girl by night. Rent in Los Angeles was expensive, so you had to pick up another job while you were there to maintain your standard of living. Firefighting had always interested you, so you moved and started training. After successfully completing your training at the top of your class, you were assigned to the 118, rumored to be one of the best houses in the Los Angeles area. 

WC: 1.5k

Summary: After moving in with Hangman, you were experiencing a problem. You hadn’t had an orgasm in weeks, and the urge was becoming more and more prominent, luckily for you, your selfless roommate decided to offer his help with the task.

Once you decided to move in with Jake, you thought you’d regret the decision, you didn’t… yet. He was extra respectful of your space and allowed you to do whatever you wished. As of late, that involved bringing home various men trying to relieve stress, which was code for having an orgasm. All of your conquests were unsuccessful, and even your vibrator wasn’t cutting it. Honestly, you felt bad for Jake having to hear you fake all of those orgasms or not even finish. It was midnight around two weeks after you began your conquest to cum, and you figured Jake was already asleep based on his routine. You reached in the nightstand and pulled out a new vibrator you had gotten to try and solve this problem. Making yourself comfortable, you turned on the TV to mask the noise. After about thirty minutes, it still wasn’t working. So you actually began watching the TV and turned your vibrator off. Eventually, your brain allows you to fall into a slumber. Unbeknownst to you, Jake was aware of all of your escapades. The TV didn’t do shit for the sound of your vibrators, and having pleasured a woman many times, he could tell you were faking it. He decided to make breakfast for you in the morning because he didn’t have work, and honestly pitied your situation. You walked into the kitchen and god, you looked like hell; you would always be beautiful to him, but you weren’t your usual self today.

“Late night darlin’?” He followed the question with a knowing smirk. “Honestly, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s been a rough two weeks.” Seeing how defeated you were from the stress and not getting it alleviated was killing Jake. He wanted to help you, but didn’t want things to be weird between the two of you.

“Can we talk?” Hangman dropped his usual bravado in favor of an attempt at a caring demeanor. You shook your head yes, not understanding what you did wrong, “Hey, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve told you that you’re a dream to live with, and I mean that.” Jake decided to abandon the care that way he could play his next statement off as a joke in case he needed too. “Well… I know about your little predicament. And I um- wanted to know if you wanted help.” Your eyes went wide at the blonde aviator’s mention of your problem. “Yeah darlin’ I can hear you faking it through the wall.”

“Would you do that?” you asked with a shyness you usually didn’t have around Jake. You were too comfortable around him, which is why you never expected this to happen. Jake was a really good friend, you used to cry to him when everything got to be too much, but you no longer did that, now you poured your heart out over a drink to a new person every night (they were mostly men because all the women around were straight, but that’s besides the point). The reason you did this is because you were tired, of men, of relationships, everything. The thing you had with Jake was special, perfect, and you didn’t want to ruin it because you couldn’t cum. You were spiraling and overthinking now, and Jake could tell from the look on your face. He walked around the counter and cradled your face in his hands.

“Darlin’, if we’re being honest here, I’d go get the moon if you asked me for it.” The way he was looking at you, so tenderly and like you were something to be cherished, made you want to kiss him or hide in a hole from embarrassment, you couldn’t tell which. For a moment you struggled to find words, eventually, you just nodded and walked to your bedroom. Jake stayed in the kitchen, awaiting verbal approval before entering your bedroom.

“Jake, are you coming or not?” you semi-yelled from your bedroom. You walked into your ensuite bathroom trying to decide if you want to change into some better looking and matching underwear. Eventually, you made the decision to change into a lacy purple set with a robe because it was one of your favorites. When you gathered up enough courage to exit the bathroom, Jake was waiting patiently on your bed. He raised his head so your gaze connected with his.

He whistled immediately as you walked through the door. “Goddamn” he muttered under his breath, and being a god-fearing Texan, he didn’t damn God often. You bit your lip in slight nervousness as you approached the bed, it’s not like you were insecure or anything, just doing this with Jake of all people felt… different. This time it wasn’t just sex, it seemed like something that transcended physical attraction and was approaching dangerous territory. This time it meant something, at least to you. Jake immediately picked up on your nervousness and decided to offer you a simple alternative to your predicament. “Darlin’, if you’re that damn nervous, I can just eat it and then the night can be over. Matter of fact, I don’t want to eat you out.” A small frown appeared on her face at that, and she immediately began a spiral of insecurity before he held a hand up. “Not like that darlin’, I know you’re afraid of heights, but can you make an exception? You make exceptions for roller coasters and I believe this could be even better than that for you…” Her brows furrowed in confusion, and she stared at him with a blank expression.

“What do you– oh.” A look of understanding crossed her face, and she debated his proposal for a moment. “And if I crush you? I’m not a small girl.” She laughed at her own comment, thinking of the logistics of the situation, Jake did not like that, at all.

“Y/N. Get your ass up here and stop whining. I’d love nothing more than for you to sit your pretty self on my face and take whatever you need.” Jake’s tone left no room for argument, and he laid back on the bed with a smirk on his face, looking over at her with an expectant expression. He beckoned her over. “Don’t make me beg, not tonight.”

She rolled her eyes and slid her panties off before getting on the bed. Y/N took a few moments to get comfortable before hovering over his face for a moment. Jake, ever impatient, pulled her voluptuous thighs down so she was sitting directly over his mouth. “There’s my good girl” he hummed against her before diving in, licking and sucking at her like a man starved, because he was. Ever since moving in with Y/N, Jake hadn’t been intimate with a woman because he felt it was disrespectful to his roommate and definitely not because he caught feelings for her within the first week… it definitely wasn’t that.

She began to grind against his face, the feeling already more pleasurable than anything she’d felt in the last two weeks, possibly ever. Fuck, he was good at this. She wanted to overthink things, but there’s no way he wasn’t attracted to her if he was tongue fucking her like that, and he’s the one who suggested it. He paid special attention to her clit, making a guess that his motions would get her closer, and it was confirmed with a breathy moan of his name. She began to rock her hips against his face, focusing on nothing except getting herself closer, and she was almost there. Jake could feel her tightening around his tongue and decided to return his focus to her clit, attempting to push her over the edge. Her breathing and heart rate quickened and was now rapid as she approached her high. The chorus of noises leaving her mouth was the only sound in the room besides the quiet hum of the air conditioner in the background. Finally, she came with a soft moan of his name, and he continued lapping at her clit and hole as he took everything she gave him. After a minute, she whined from the overstimulation and moved herself off of his face. She sat on the edge of the bed and caught her breath. Jake looked at her nervously, “you want me to go?” Y/N shook her head in vehement denial of his statement.

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Another on the spot writing challenge! This time it’s a John-centric fic, which is a first for me! I must say it’s a very different experience because John is “us” the ordinary humans who doesn’t spout deductions in one breathe and who gets emotional over a lot of things! I should really try writing from the perspective of the other characters! Not making any promises here, but I think I want to write a version of this in Sherlock’s perspective! Anyways, please enjoy :)

On-the spot-challenge #2: First line generator: The victim had tried to write something as he was dying.

The victim had tried to write something as he was dying. His index and middle fingers are caked with his blood. Right above his outstretched fingers is an unfinished arc -possibly an o or an a - with a bloody tail that traced the path of Mr. Jacob Nadir’s falling hand as life and struggle left him. 

It reminded John Watson of their first case, “A Study in Pink”and of Jennifer Wilson’s struggle to claw “Rache” on the floor. It stood for Rachel, her mobile password and is also the name of her stillborn daughter. After the case, he had never discussed the clawed word with Sherlock again, but seeing Mr. Nadir’s bloody attempt on the wall, brings to mind an old question that he had once asked himself. 

What will I write if I was dying?

Summary: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are called on yet another case that involves a missing family heirloom. One bright afternoon, they arrived at the gates of "The Black Manor" - home of the enigmatic and mysterious Hooper Clan.

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Prompt fill for kendrapendragon. I may have tweaked it a little bit because frankly, Victorian AU are not really my area. I do hope you still enjoy it though. It's an unbetaed multi-chapter WIP.

It might be fun if you read it while listening to Moonlight Sonata Movement 1 by Beethoven.

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