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storiesofsvu · 1 year ago

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Not a Dream

Addison Montgomery x reader warnings: language, the briiiiefest mention of medical angst, pure fluff otherwise. This was requested AGES ago, not even sure who by at this point. I should really get better at noting that part before i answer the og ask lol. Anyways, have some Addison fluff!

This was queued but after today I need some validation serotonin so have this weeks early!🫶🏻

Take out dinner, a few bottles of wine and a night filled with gossip, trashy reality tv and old movies was nothing new for you and Addison. In fact, it was nearly a weekly function. It had started after one very long, too tough week at the hospital, you were her scrub nurse and just as, if not more invested in each of her patients, cases and surgeries. Out of the three of them, you lost one, nearly lost the second and had a serious complication come up with the third. While the remaining two ended up pulling through and everything was successful, it was needless to say the entire experience was a little too draining. So Addison asked if you wanted to join her for a drink and rather than bring down the morale at Joe’s, you ended up at her place where you could wallow in peace, eventually laughing over ridiculous stories and shows.

It was your ‘you’ time, but together, where you could relax and wind down from your high stress jobs, talk things through if you wanted, or just completely forget. It was how the two of you got to know each other, shared memories from your childhoods, told stories from your time in med school, Addison often commented how nice it was to have a real friend out in Seattle and you couldn’t help but agree.

You both felt completely at peace around each other, you knew you were safe, that you wouldn’t be judged for your pasts, that you enjoyed a lot of the same things and shared a lot of the same opinions. You worked incredibly well together, often bringing each other coffee in the mornings and sitting together for lunches. It was such a seamless and effortless friendship that grew stronger every day, which is why when the two of you fell asleep on the couch halfway through The Time Traveller’s Wife, you thought nothing of it. When the song played over the closing credits blared you awake you let out a soft sigh, feeling the warmth blooming through your chest at how secure you felt considering the vulnerable situation and nudged Addison’s side.

“Not letting you drive, c’mon, you know where the guest room is.”

She replied with a small groan but followed you off the couch after flicking off the television and disappeared into the guest room, lingering in the doorway just long enough to watch your bedroom door swing shut behind you. With a gentle sigh she retreated into the bedroom, still feeling the warmth on her skin where you’d head had been tucked into the crook of her neck while you slept. Her heart was a low strum in her chest, one that she knew matched the pace of yours, the two of you morphing into one single rhythm while entangled on the couch. As she pulled open the dresser to find the pyjamas you always left out for her she couldn’t help the way the corner of her lips curved up into a grin.

Falling asleep together wasn’t a problem at all. It was waking up and having to go your separate ways for the rest of the night that was the issue.

Addison woke up in the morning to the quiet clattering of you in the kitchen and the soft sound of summer rain beating against the window pane. She let out a relaxed sigh, rolling over in the bed to stretch out her body with a small groan, at least she didn’t have anything planned today for the rain to ruin. The last time she’d crashed at your place you’d left out a fresh toothbrush in the hallway bathroom and she was pleasantly surprised to find it still there, along with a face cloth and body towel in case she wanted to shower. Once she was finally refreshed, hair tossed up on the top of her head she wandered out into the main part of the house.

“Someone’s been busy.” She greeted with a small laugh and you glanced up from your spot at the island, a slightly shy smile on your cheeks.

“Oh, hey, yeah. I made breakfast.” You gestured vaguely across the island and Addison couldn’t help but chuckle again.

“I can see that.”

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I uh…” you laughed awkwardly, nearly wringing your hands, “likely made enough to probably feed a small tribe.”

As you watched Addison’s eyes sweep over the island you realized just how utterly ridiculous the entire thing was. Any overnight guest would be more than happy and thankful for a half toasted, plain bagel on the way out the door. Meanwhile you couldn’t remember if Addi preferred waffles or pancakes so you’d made both. And that wasn’t even the half of it. There were various fruits and whipped cream to be used as toppings if she didn’t want syrup, there was a plate of bacon, sausage, eggs done three different ways and two different types of hashbrowns. Bread was sitting in the toaster just waiting for her to wake up to be toasted (and not to worry, there were sourdough and multigrain options) along with a plate of sliced cheese, tomato, smoked salmon and red onion if she wanted to lean toward a breakfast sandwich option.

“I could have sworn we’ve had breakfast together before.”

“A cup of coffee from the cart and a pastry stolen from the nurses station does not count.” You offered and she laughed.

“Huh, you’re right. I guess it just felt like we regularly did.”

You occupied yourself with your coffee mug, taking a sip of the steaming beverage before you spoke again, “oh, and I picked up some of that oat vanilla creamer you like so much, it’s in the fridge.”

“God, you are just an absolute angel.” She beamed, stepping toward you to plant a kiss on the side of your head before effortlessly moving through your kitchen.

She didn’t have to think or guess, she just seemed to know exactly where everything that wasn’t currently on the island was. Addison plucked the perfect coffee mug from the cupboard, easily stepping over to the fridge to get the aforementioned creamer to add in the amount she wanted before filling up the mug.

“Plates?” She asked, turning back to you and you broke out of your trance.

“Oh, shit, guess I didn’t remember everything.” Both of you laughed as Addison turned toward another cupboard, managing to pull down to plates, passing one over to you before you grabbed whatever utensils you might need considering the amount of choices.

“Well, considering you put in such an incredible effort I think we’ve got to eat a bit of everything.” She stated, swiping a piece of bacon to munch on while she looked through the other plates, starting to fill up her own.

“Oh, Addi, no…” you protested and she tsk’d at you.

“Nope. It all looks amazing; I’m going to try all of it.” She slid a pancake onto her plate, “are you seriously telling me you can decide between sweet and savoury with all of this in front of you?”

“I guess you’re right.” You laughed, settling onto the stool across from her as you began to load up your own plate.

Now that you were focusing on eating the nerves jumping under your skin were finally able to calm down, knowing that Addison didn’t think you were as ridiculous as you felt. Especially as the two of you started to eat and she couldn’t possibly hold back her praise over how incredibly literally everything tasted, and honestly, she wasn’t wrong. You’d put way more effort into things than if you’d been cooking for just yourself and every little trick was a burst of flavour on your tastebuds.

“You know what it is?” She suddenly asked over a bite of pancake and you nodded as you put your coffee mug down.

“Once the batter’s started to solidify in the pan before flipping you add syrup right into the pancake.” You explained, “and real Canadian maple syrup from the farmer’s market, not store bought shit.”

“I guess you’re not wrong.” She laughed, examining her pancake before taking another bite and you felt your cheeks heat once again. “but I meant why I felt like a real, at home breakfast was something we regular did.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow in her direction and the smile she gave you was enough to make you completely forget how to speak.

“Because I feel like I’m home whenever you’re near me.” She reached out, briefly squeezing at your arm, “you’re just...perfect.”

“Addi…”

“Okay, fine. I know how you feel about the whole perfection thing, but you are the most perfect that you could be, especially to me. You go above and beyond being an incredible friend every day.”

“I mean, I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

“You know, I take it back.” She suddenly glanced back up and you felt the nerves starting to tingle though you again. “I don’t know if friends would be the right word for how I feel when we’re together. You know me so well, better than anyone else that’s for sure. You know what I need before I’ve realized it, whether it’s a surgical instrument or day to myself so I don’t get sick, you have this magical way of anticipating everything and sometimes I don’t think I’ve shown you enough appreciation for that. Because not only the things you do, but also you mean the world to me, I hope you know that.”

Your mouth felt too dry to speak, not wanting to say something you would instantly regret, so you simply nodded instead, earning a warm smile from the other woman.

“Good.” Her hand slid across the island and she squeezed at yours, warmth blooming through your body from the point of contact all the way to the tips of your toes. When she interlocked her fingers with yours your breath caught in your throat and you were praying she couldn’t feel your pulse racing. “when I say you make me feel like home, I mean it. I don’t have to worry about anything around you, I can just… be. I’ve never felt this comfortable in my life, you’re like a—”

“Sister to you?” You interrupted and Addison stalled, her posture stiffening as she contemplated pulling her hand away from yours but you shifted oh so slightly towards her so she left it where it was.

“I was going to say partner.. but if that’s the route you want to go.” She laughed, her cheeks tinging pink as embarrassment flooded over her, “I’m pretty good at backpedalling after I’ve made a fool of myself.”

You fought the instinct to leap off your stool, knowing that now was the time to dive full into the deep end and never look back. “What?! No! No! I just… I never thought we’d end up together but here you are confessing everything to me.”

“You’ve thought about it?” She asked hesitantly, her eyes flicking back up to yours and you nodded once more, struggling to find your voice.

“Yeah… every day for the last month at least…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “hope that’s not too imposing… I thought I caught a vibe…”

“You did.” She admitted, a fluttering picking up in her chest, “I’ve been fighting off the urge to kiss you for weeks.”

“What’s stopping you now?” You blurted, apparently there was nothing holding you back anymore and she laughed softly, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“I guess nothing…”

Addison barely had to nudge at your hand and you were sliding off your stool towards her, your free hand pushing a piece of hair back behind her ear as you stepped between her legs.

“Hi…” You whispered and a grin took over her lips.

“Hi…”

“If I’m about to wake up and this is some wild figment of my imagination—”

“Then it’s the best dream I’ve ever had.” Addison murmured, her fingers tracing the side of your face before leaning in to close the gap between the two of you and her lips met yours.

You practically melted into her, her arm winding around your waist, pulling you impossibly close while your lips moved with grace against one another. It was a slice of heaven both of you had been waiting far too long for, lips curving up into happy grins as the kiss continued. You both lingered, perhaps too long in the morning light, just to make sure it wasn’t some kind of wild hallucination fueled by too many rom-coms, and that you weren’t about to wake up on the couch while movie credits played. Addison’s fingers tickled at your cheeks and you couldn’t help the gentle laugh that escaped your lips as you pulled away from the kiss, only to lean in again and peck her lips.

“Not a dream.” You murmured.

“Definitely not.” She replied with a smile, “now how about you go turn on some Housewives and relax with your coffee.” She squeezed at your hand, “I’ll clean this up and get all the leftovers into the fridge.”

Reluctantly, you stepped away from her, noticing that the warmth in the room, blooming in your chest and shining all the way into hers didn’t dissipate with the distance between you this time. You refilled your coffee mug before crossing into the open living room, dropping onto the couch to pick up the remote.

“Please, pack up multiple containers for yourself to take home, lord knows I won’t be able to eat all of it.”

“Who said anything about me going home anytime soon?” Addison called over her shoulder, a wicked grin on her face, her words bringing a blush to your cheeks as you sunk impossibly deeper into the couch in a fit of giggles.

You were certain, if this was a dream, it was the best one, and the most realistic one you’d ever had, and there was no way you would be forgetting the feeling of Addison’s lips on yours. However it wasn’t, and you wouldn’t have to worry about remembering the details because ten minutes later she was joining you on the couch, peppering your face in kisses that tasted like maple syrup and strawberries.

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torisabitgay · 4 months ago

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The Giver (she gets the job done)

TWs: pretty graphic sex

You decide to complain to your best friend, Amelia, about your unsatisfactory sexual history with men. And in doing so, make her extremely determined to show you how good sex can be. Oh, and that you’re not as straight as you thought.

(F/F, Amelia Shepherd x femreader, best friends to lovers type beat but also this is just straight smut with no romance, 2.4K words)

You huffed as you sat down on the couch, throwing your head dramatically on the back of it. You always were known for having flair. Amelia walked into the lounge and chuckled as she saw you star-fishing on the couch, clearly annoyed.

“What’s up your ass?” She hummed, walking over to the coffee machine.

“Not enough.” You murmured back, draping an arm over your face.

You heard her snicker by the coffee machine. “Wow.”

“I miss sex.” You huffed and picked your head back up, watching as she made her way around the couches to sit on the one opposite you, sipping her coffee. “The good kind.” You continued, then chuckled humourlessly. “Not that that kind even exists. Seriously, why can’t one guy make me come? Not one! It’s ridiculous.”

Amelia was just smiling knowingly, sat there, almost looking amused. She sighed and leaned back, clearly entertained by your first-world problem. “You ever tried being with a woman?”

Your eyes widened and you let out a shocked, slightly bewildered laugh. “I’m not gay.”

“You would be.”

“I would be?” You were a little offended.

“Yeah.” She shrugged and smiled. “You don’t feel satisfied with men. A woman knows how to get the job done. Why do you think I only started to date women after sleeping with one?”

You let out another chuckle. “Because you’re actually queer. I’m not. Trust me, I know.”

“You’ve never tried it.”

“Yeah but I don’t have to try it to-“

“You’d so easily fall into queerness if you had sex with a woman.”

You scoffed. “What evidence do you have for that?”

“If no man has ever, ever made you come… not even the hottest one you’ve been with… then the problem isn’t with their technique, it’s with their… maleness.”

You raised an eyebrow.

She chuckled and continued. “Seriously. Try sleeping with a woman. Just once. Can’t be worse than the sex you’ve already had right?”

That got your interest. Because it was true. You’ve had some pretty terrible sex, and nothing could really beat the one time a guy put it in the wrong hole and kept going. (Ouch).

You sighed and rubbed your face.

“Oh and just look at yourself.”

“What?” You picked up your head, a frown of confusion crossing your features.

She gestured to you. “Look at how you’re sat and tell me you’re a straight woman.”

You slowly adjusted the man-spread you were comfortably showcasing into a more ladylike position by crossing one leg over another, but you were blushing by the truth of that statement.

You thought for a moment, as Amelia sipped her coffee. Then, relenting a little, you clicked your tongue and spoke. “Okay, but where would I find a woman to sleep with anyway? I need someone who’s okay with it being my first time, and is okay with being used as an experiment, and isn’t weird or unattractive or inexperienced or-“

“You’re looking at her.” Amelia smirked.

Your heart stuttered for a second. “No.”

“No?” She chuckled. “Oh come on, I’m the perfect girl. I’m experienced, you trust me, I know everything I need to know, and well… I’m pretty hot.”

You considered it. For a moment. “No! No! No, absolutely not. You’re- no. No. No. End of. No.”

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The back of your head collided with the wall as Amelia pushed you up against it, her lips attached to yours in a heated, messy kiss. You moaned into her mouth, your hands climbing up her shirt.

Okay.

So you initially said no. And you meant it. But you thought about it. And thought about it. And you realised you were kind of desperate for sex. Desperate enough to sleep with your best friend anyway. What was the point of resisting when Amelia was so clearly down?

You expected it to feel awkward, but the second her lips met yours, a prickle of fire erupted across your skin. One you hadn’t felt… maybe ever.

And now here you were, with Amelia’s hands under your top, her mouth on yours.

Her lips trailed off to the side, kissing along your jaw. And damn, her lips were soft. You threw your head back against the wall with a soft thud, a moan leaving your lips. You barely started, and you already felt yourself dripping steadily into your underwear. You blamed it on being desperate for sex. Not because you were gay. Because you weren’t.

She kissed down your neck and you grasped at the skin of her back, your legs starting to shake. “Amelia-“ your strained voice managed to breathe out, because you were aching badly for it.

“I know.” She murmured into your neck, before pulling back, and taking you towards her bedroom as clothes started to come off. She pushed you onto the bad, so you were sat on the edge of it, and she straddled your lap. Your hands were shaking at an embarrassing intensity as you tried (and failed) to take her bra off. “Damn it.” You muttered.

She chuckled, and removed her own bra, letting it fall to the floor. All of a sudden, you had boobs in your face. And you got a little bit distracted. They were really nice. She raised an eyebrow at you. “You still with me, space cadet?”

You blinked yourself back into reality, and another wave of heat washed over you as you remembered what was happening. “Yeah.” You breathed out. And you both continued stripping until you were both bare.

You somehow ended up horizontally, although you don’t remember how. Your hands glided across her smooth skin, the hair on her body softer than what you were used to with men. Her skin was softer too. And where you’d previously find ridges with men, you found curves with her. All of her was soft. And warm. It was a stark contrast. But one you eagerly took in.

You leaned up and kissed her, hand finding the back of her head. She kissed back, hard. Her tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you parted them to let your tongues gently meet in the middle. You let out a sharp exhale, and heard her almost laugh in response. Her hands trailed up your body before they firmly grabbed your boobs and her thumbs brushed over your nipples. The shot of pleasure that ran through you caused you to arch off the bad in an almost paranormal way. You moaned deeply into the kiss, and she hummed and smiled in appreciation at the sound. You pulled away, panting like a dog. “Amelia, I swear to fucking god.”

She grinned, her nose nuzzling your cheek. “Still straight?”

“Shut up and-“ but before you could finish, you felt the light but powerful touch of her middle finger running up your folds and clit. You shuddered and started to breathe even heavier, your toes curling.

“Give it to you? Oh I will. As long as you shut up and take it like a good girl.”

That had your mouth shut in surprise (and as much as you hated to admit it, obedience).

But you didn’t have much time to think over it before her ring finger joined the mix and she started to circle your clit with slow, but confident motions.

You moaned softly, the sound closer to a whimper than anything. Your head fell back, eyes shutting. You felt her nuzzle your jaw with her nose, before she whispered. “Is this okay?”

The question caught you off guard. No guy had ever asked you anything close to that before. You blinked your eyes up at the ceiling, processing the question. After a few moments, you cleared your throat and spoke, tone equally as soft as Amelia’s. “Uh, yeah. Just… slightly bigger circles, maybe?” You blushed at your own words, feeling almost silly for directing your own pleasure like this, after being conditioned to believing it’s not important for so long.

She nodded against your neck, pressing a small kiss under your ear that you felt was a silent expression of ‘of course’, and her fingers broadened their motions a little.

Your hand instinctively reached for her wrist because god… you just wanted her to keep going forever. You bit your lip, your brows tensing with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Your head tipped further back, your chest rising and falling.

You couldn’t believe it. You were actually being pleasured during sex. The thought alone made you groan.

Then you groaned again, but out of frustration. Because Amelia pulled her hand away. “What? I wasn’t-“

“I know you’re not finished.” She chuckled as she started to kiss along your collarbones, her fingernails grazing up and down your thighs. “Neither am I.”

The absence of touch made the ache even worse, and you just wanted to whine and cry from frustration. But then you noticed her kisses were moving lower. And lower. She kissed between your breasts, then moved to one side. You looked down, hand moving to brush away her hair, when her lips suddenly attached to your nipple. You arched forward, your breath stuttering. “A-ah.”

“Mm.” She hummed, her tongue swirling your nipple, making your clit swell and throb to intensities it never had before

“Fuck-“ you grunted softly, your breaths sharp. “Please.”

You could tell she liked the plea spilling from your lips, because as she kissed down your stomach, her eyes looked up at you and the twinkle in them told you everything.

It was also positively the hottest thing you’d ever seen. Her hair flipped to one side, mouth busy as she kissed past your belly button, and the wild, pupil-blown look in her blue eyes made a particularly strong rush of electricity run through you. You nearly came at the sight.

Your hand tightened in her hair and you had to look away as she settled between your legs, looking up at the ceiling instead. Because you really didn’t want a touch-less orgasm.

She paused for a moment. Not out of hesitation, but because she was studying you. Studying your pussy. Admiring it even. You glanced down, watching as her eyes roamed over it, before her gaze flicked back up to yours.

You gently ran a hand through her hair to signal that you’re ready. She gave you a smile, and leaned in.

The second you felt her tongue lick up, your nerves lit up. The moan that left your mouth was entirely accidental, and your legs shook as they attempted to clamp around her head.

She started off with soft. Slow. Teasing licks. And you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter with each one, your hand repeatedly tightening and relaxing in her hair.

Then she started to lick consistently. And rhythmically. And damn it, her tongue was warm and soft and so very talented. You knew the noises you were making were downright embarrassing, knew that the expression on your face was probably less than perfect, but oh you did not care. Not like you did with men. With men it was always a performance, and you were an actress. But with women? With Amelia? This wasn’t acting. This was raw. This was real. And it felt so incredibly natural to you.

It was at about this point that you realised that yeah, you were definitely gay.

And if you didn’t know at that point, you would’ve known the next second when Amelia slid two fingers inside of you without warning, curling against your g-spot as if she’d been inside you before.

You arched forward, feeling something hot leak down your legs, and moaned loud enough for it to echo off the walls. And speaking of walls, Amelia was kind of a genius at stimulating yours. She was a surgeon. So you knew she’d be good with her hands, but you were still surprised at how her fingertips were gliding so perfectly, so smoothly against your g-spot. And mixed with the feeling of her equally-as-talented tongue on your clit, you knew you were seconds away. She knew it too. If the trembling of your body and the tension in between your legs was any indication…

She was gonna get the job done.

You only gave a soft whimper of warning before your whole world came crashing down around you. You’d had self-inflicted orgasms before, but this was different. This was Earth-shattering.

You felt the dizzying rush of warmth erupt from your very core, spreading outwards, a surging tingle of release moving down your legs and up your torso at the same time. You could swear you felt it in every nerve of your body. You trembled so hard that the entire bed shook as the fireworks went off, unbearable in the best possible way. In fact, it was so all-consuming that you couldn’t even breathe the first few seconds, but then you did. And when you did, a breathy, unholy moan left your lips.

And the orgasm just. Kept. Going.

You threw your head back, trying to hold onto any shred of reality, but realising you couldn’t, you let go. Which just made the feeling even more intense. You didn’t quite scream, but let’s just say your neighbours definitely complained. You didn’t think it would ever end.

But then it did. Your body gave a few more convulsing twitches before you relaxed completely, breaths laboured. You felt a little dizzy. No, actually, completely dizzy. Your head was spinning. And the ecstasy gave way to a velvety feeling of relief through your entire body. You couldn’t even lift a finger. You sighed, eyes shut. You felt Amelia slow her movements to a stop. You didn’t open your eyes but you could hear her licking her own fingers clean, before you felt her move up and next to you.

Your eyes remained closed and you caught your breath slowly, feeling a buzzing sensation in your entire body. Amelia’s soft fingertips brushed some hair off of your face, and you heard her chuckle. But it wasn’t a chuckle of humour, it was a warm chuckle of affection. She spoke after a few moments, you could hear the smile in her voice. “You okay?”

You sighed again, licking your dry lips. “I’m gay.”

She snickered, taken aback. “Oh yeah, that much is obvious.”

You chuckled back, but weakly, because you were still blissed out. You blinked your eyes open, blurry gaze fixing on her.

She smiled down at you, her voice tender. “Hi.”

Sighing, and feeling a rush of warm sensation that had nothing to do with sex, you replied with a quiet: “Hi.”

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