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[eemeelyy]

Kate McKinnon fluff 😩😩😩😩

Oh my days, it took me so long to respond to anything at all but Kate is still my number one celebrity crush and I had a rush of writing flow yesterday. Here's what I spewed out:

The Day

Waking up this morning didn’t feel different from any other morning. Sure, the large windows let way more sunlight in than the small window in your bedroom back in your Brownstone in New York. That one was blocked by thick curtains and the flowers on the windowsill. These windows had long, white curtains that somehow flowed lightly in the breeze that came through the open window. Was this a movie?

No, you were an actress, not the characters. A dream? No, you don’t smell in dreams. And right now you were smelling the lavender coming from the hair under your chin. A head was tucked under your chin, its hair - that had been washed with your shampoo, apparently - tickling your face. Your smile widened and you shut your eyes again, pulling the body closer to yours. This made her stir a little and she pulled herself more into you as well, pressing a tiny kiss to your bare cleavage.

You started to run your fingers over her arm and back slowly waking the both of you up. As your eyes fluttered open you looked around the room. Your white panties were tossed away onto a chair last night, hers were on the floor next to you. You wedding suits were the only thing you’d neatly folded last night. Kate had been all over you all day, especially after you’d entered your hotel room. You’d held her at arm’s length to explain to her that if she dared to rip your suit off you haphazardly you’d get an annulment that same night.

She’d instantly taken a step back with wide eyes and pursed lips to let you take off your suit yourself. Her eyes had followed you while you folded it neatly, only wearing your white lace panties. Then you had turned to her, hands on your hips and looking at her expectantly.

“Well?”, you had nodded at her, hoping she’d understand that you wanted her to take her suit off as well.

However, she had understood it as an invitation to finally begin your wedding night and rushed up to you, kissing you feverishly. You had just laughed into her and kissed her back, taking her clothes off as carefully and neatly as you could without letting her notice. After that you had a long and beautiful night together, which brought you here.

“Good morning”, your wife mumbled out, burying her face into your chest before looking up at you, “Do we have any more cake?”

You chuckled quietly but your grin was wide, “That cake is on another continent. I’m pretty sure our moms split it equally into the Tupperware they brought.”

She laughed as well, “Sounds about right.”

“But I think there’s cake on the menu. We should get breakfast to our room. That’s what people do on their honeymoon, right?”

She gave you a dumb grin, “Ha, honeymoon”, she giggled, “I’m on honeymoon with Y/N Y/L/N, ha!”

You gasped in fake shock, “Twitter was right! You did only get with me for my fame! Even if you are just as famous as I am!”

“Yeah, cause I got with you”, she joked. You laughed with her until you were interrupted by your growling stomach. Without another word she sat up and scooted down the bed to grab the menu from the table by the end. Then, without even consulting you because she knew exactly what you liked and didn’t have the time to wait until you’d decided on your own, she grabbed the stationary phone on her nightstand and ordered your breakfast.

“Okay, twenty minutes, thank you so much”, she finished the call with a smile as if she was actually standing in front of the person she was talking to. Then she hung up, threw the menu on the floor and turned back to you, “Where were we?”

“As if we weren’t already living a cliché”, you laughed.

She grinned and put a hand on your cheek to pull you in for a kiss. It quickly got more heated and passionate. Her hand left your cheek to trail down. You pulled away and put your forehead against hers to talk to her.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish”, you warned her.

She looked at you, offended, “Have I ever not finished this?”

You rolled your eyes, “Our breakfast is coming in twenty minutes and someone’s going to have to get the door.”

“Or-“

Before she could get any further you interrupted her, “Nope, I’m hungry. We didn’t have dinner last night, and I didn’t get a moment to eat at the reception. All I ate yesterday was you!”

She smiled devilishly at you but backed off. She walked over to your bags that you had just dropped by the door and threw you your swimwear and the large shirt you’d put over. You quickly put it on while the blanket was still laid over you. She gave you one of her off-putting smiles when she saw you do that and snarled, “Why would you do that?”

You snorted a laugh, “Force of habit.”

“How can hiding your beautiful self from my prying eyes possibly be a force of habit?”, she serenaded up to you and laid herself on top of you.

“Okay, you know how when you do a sex scene in a movie and one of your nipple covers falls off so all you have left to hide yourself from being caught naked on camera is a male costar and the thinnest blanket that looks good when light shines right through it?”, you rambled.

“No”, she stared at you.

“Well, that’s how”, you shrugged anyway, “And, so what, you slept on my boobs, I have crinkles of your hair pressing into my skin to prove it.”

“Well, I don’t see your boobs when I sleep”, she jokingly complained.

“But you feel them. And isn’t that so much better?”, you whispered dramatically.

“Wait, let me see”, she went to pull up your shirt but a knock on the door interrupted her. You gasped and pushed her off yourself to dash to the door where a smiling man stood with a dumbwaiter in front of him. He pushed it past you and settled it in front of the bed. You tipped him quickly and he left.

Kate crawled forward in bed and lifted all the lids they’d put over your foods. You picked up the coffee can and poured it into two mugs. Then you rejoined her on the bed and picked up a plate of your favourite breakfast food and dug in.

“Kate”, you spoke with a full mouth and chewed down as you waited for her to look at you, “Yesterday was the best day of my life.”

She gave you the sweetest, most loving smile you’d seen so often, “Mine too.”

“Good. You’re never going to have another one like that”, you pointed your fork at her.

“I thought every day is going to be like that now”, she looked fake-shocked.

“If you cook. No wait, even if you were going to cook like that every day for the rest of our lives there’d still be the issue of dressing up like that every day. No, no, no. That was it. Maybe for the next Emmys. But only if you’re nominated”, you narrowed your eyes playfully.

“And if I win?”, she mirrored your expression.

You smiled cheekily, “Oh, you know what’s happening when you win.”

[eemeelyy]

‘Tis the season again ❤️ send me requests

Fall/Winter-Themed Prompts

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! I love the cold season so please send me requests for it. Here’s some cheesy prompts for inspiration you don’t have to use but could!

„Another candle? You’re gonna burn the house down!“

„So here’s some things we should totally do this fall.“ - „Or we could just cuddle.“ - „That’s on the list.“

„You drink too much coffee.“ „It’s Pumpkin Spice Latte in fall, if you don’t drink too much coffee, it’s not authentic.“

„They said I’m too old for trick or treating, well maybe you’re too old to appreciate candy but don’t put me in a box, Karen.“

„Please meet my emotional support child, I’m taking it out on halloween as a cover-up for candy.“

Person A jumps into a pile of leaves because fall-vibes, duh, leaving Person B to take care of then injured Person A

„So, anyway, I’ve now eaten my own bodyweight in candy so I’m ready to eat my new own bodyweight in Christmas cookies in a few days.“

„I have no idea what I should get your mom for Christmas.“ - „It’s two in the morning on September first.“

Person A doesn’t like Halloween so instead they start decorating for Christmas already while Person B had picked out couple’s costumes

Just a compilation of some fluffy fall aesthetics with you and your character of choice

Just a compilation of some fluffy winter aesthetics with you and your character of choice

Going Christmas-gift-shopping and Person A dropping hints about some things they want while Person B takes notes (Tell me what you want for Christmas)

Arguing over the best Christmas movies

Person A dressing up the kids/pets for the season and annoying Person B about how cute they are

Person A tries to stock up the kitchen with cookie ingredients just for it all to fall on Person B’s face when they open the cabinet

„Did we just spend all day watching movies?“ - „Shh, self-care.“

„Did you just jump into a puddle?“ - „Yes“ - „How old are you? Five?“ - *jumps into another puddle*

„Netflix really wants us to get into the fall mood, huh?“ - „No, you want to get into the fall mode and find a reason to do that in everything.“

„We can’t get out of bed. It’s cold and dark out. It’s like the sky wants to tell us to cuddle.“

Having a snowball fight and Person A accidentally hitting grumpy/stressed/generally uninterested Person B in the face with a snowball

„Wake up, it’s snowing!“ - „It’s too early to wake up for cold water.“

„The cookies are too hot to eat.“ - „You’re too hot to eat.“

Wrapping Christmas gifts in the middle of the night

Headcanon on how you’d spend the season with your character of choice

„Our bank account is empty.“ - „But our friends loved the gifts this year.“

[eemeelyy]

heyy, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, so i apologize. how about the same concept just without the dirty talk…? once again, i apologize <3

Hi! You've sent this twice, so I'll reply to the other one with a story. Not your fault at all, maybe I'll feel comfortable with it soon enough, for now I'll do my best with this, thank you for understanding ❤️

[eemeelyy]

heyy! could you write a smut fic where z and the reader are taking a bubble bath together and then it escalates to something very hot and heavy, and there’s a lot of dirty talk between one another?

Hi, I‘m so sorry but I don’t feel very comfortable with hot and heavy dirty talk. I love writing for Z, and I’ve been getting into writing smut but at this point I’m not quite at dirty talk yet. Hope you understand, sorry ❤️

[eemeelyy]

Hello, baby! Hope you are alright! Could you write something for zendaya x fem reader where they are friends and are dating two different guys but they broke up and they are like 'screw it lets travel' and they go and there they fuck all the time and maybe its reader's 1st time with a woman and at the end are like 'yeah... we dont need men' sorry if it's too specific! You dont neet to write it if you dont want to ❤❤

I dug into my own little box of emotions for this, so I think it got a little more serious than intended. Anyway, hope you like it ❤️

Vulgar Language and Smut ahead! Minors, do not interact!

What happens in Italy…

You and your boyfriend had gone to the first screening of your new movie together. You and Zendaya had played two young women discovering themselves together. There were some rather steamy scenes in it and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it, especially when you saw it on screen.

Zendaya and you, however, became great friends over the course of filming. You started to hang out in your free time even after filming was over and were now posing for pictures together on the red carpet, bright smiles on your faces. Your boyfriends were standing off to the side, watching with frowns.

He didn’t talk to you all evening and when you arrived back at your place and you wanted to head to bed he stopped you with gritted teeth.

“Y/N, can we talk about what happened tonight?”, he asked when you were halfway down the hall.

“Why, what happened tonight?”, you asked, leaning against the wall next to you.

He didn’t step closer, you didn��t come back. You just had this chat with at lest five metres between you.

“I don’t want you hanging around Zendaya anymore”, he crossed his arms.

You stood up straight and let out a small, confused laugh, “What are you talking about? No.”

“Do you have a thing for Zendaya? Y/N, are you gay?”

“I’m not gay. I’ve never had a thing with a woman before. That was for the movie. Oh my god, did you think me and Z-?”

“No. I mean, not yet. I don’t think you’d cheat on me”, he uncrossed his arms and started shifting his weight from one leg to the other, “I should go. I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t do this anymore. I’ll pick up my stuff later.”

You looked after him with scrunched eyebrows as he left the key to your house by the door and left. You watched him from the window when he got in his car and drove off.

The first night after he was gone you were angry. You didn’t sleep but did everything that came to mind to calm your rage. You packed up his things, exercised until you were drenched, you took a cold shower, you raided your own kitchen, and cooked and baked everything that came to mind.

The afternoon of the next day, his roommate came by to pick up his stuff. You didn’t talk at all but you did feel his eyes judging you as if you actually had cheated. Which you didn’t, of course.

Since you had pulled an all nighter full of rage you went to bed early that night. You were laying in bed and stared at the ceiling. Alone with your thoughts you remembered that he had left you because he thought you were gay. But you weren’t gay, right?

Frustratedly, you pulled a pillow over your face and screamed into it. You slept nearly twelve hours that night and were woken up by your phone dinging with incoming messages.

Are you okay? - Zendaya.

I think we should talk. - Zendaya.

It’s a bit important. - Zendaya.

Screw it. I’m coming over. 20 minutes. - Zendaya.

You groaned and got up. You quickly put on some track pants and a big white shirt, so you wouldn’t be in nothing but knickers when you opened the door. You had another five minutes left and quickly made yourself a coffee to wake up. In the reflection of the coffeemaker you noticed your tired and puffy face so you quickly splashed some water from the kitchen sink into your face and wiped it with a your shirt.

The doorbell rang so you picked up your mug and went to open it. You buzzed the gate and saw Zendaya approach in shorts and a similar shirt. She smiled at you from afar and you stepped aside to let her in. You closed the door behind her and leaned against it, looked at her and smiled a little.

“Are you okay?”, she asked.

“Yeah”, you breathed out and looked down.

“Uh-huh”, she raised her eyebrows and head waiting for you to say something.

You looked at your feet and wiggled your toes, then pushed yourself away from the door.

“Do you want to drink something? I just made coffee, you want one? Er, I can make you tea. Water? I guess I could mix something if you want but it’s not even noon yet.”

You walked ahead into the kitchen and started fussing around to get the attention away from your mental state. She followed you and grabbed your shoulders.

“I broke up with him.”

“Who?”, you asked.

She raised an eyebrow, waiting for the penny to drop and then your mouth formed an o-shape and you looked around for something to say.

“I’m sorry”, you decided on.

“Why?”, she asked with a small laugh.

“I don’t know. I think that’s something you’re supposed to say when someone tells you bad news.”

“You think it’s bad news?”

“No, I-, I don’t know. What do you want me to say?”, you shrugged her hands off and leaned back against the counter, your arms crossed around your middle.

“I want you to tell me why you haven’t texted me back since the premiere”, she crossed her arms as well and leaned against the counter opposite from you.

“My phone was dead”, you muttered.

“For two days?”

“Yes, actually. I tossed it into the furthest corner of my bedroom after he broke up with me and left it there until late last night. Then I found it with a massive spider-app and put it on the charger”, you shrugged.

“He broke up with you?”, she asked, her eyebrows raised in concern.

“And he hasn’t contacted me since. I could do better, right? I mean, he lives in a bachelor pad with this other guy who picked up his stuff for him, and was jealous about everyone I worked with. I payed for every dinner. Why did I-? Fuck, I set myself up for failure”, you put your head in your hands and shook it.

“You can’t blame yourself for bullshit-people”, Zendaya put a hand against your arm in comfort.

“I can blame myself for associating with them”, you argued.

“Do you also want to get away from bullshit-people for a bit?”, she then asked.

You sighed, “More than anything.”

“Alright”, she stepped away and went to your laptop that sat on your kitchen table, “Clear your schedule. Two weeks away from bullshit-people. Can you unlock this for me?”

You sat down next to her and did, “What, you just want to leave everything for two weeks and go somewhere?”

“What’s everything? Noon can stay with Darnell and you and I don’t have any obligations”, she shrugged and looked up flights and hotel rooms, “Where do you want to go?”

You sighed and rubbed your hands over your face, giving yourself a moment to think, then you looked at her again and gave up, “Italy?”

“I love Italy”, she put it in.

-

Less than a week later you entered a beautiful, large hotel room with a view over a piazza in Sicily. You had decided to share a room and, thus, a bed into which Zendaya jumped right after entering. You quickly tipped the man who had helped you get your things up and closed the door. Then you jumped next to her and both of you laughed.

“This was a good idea”, you told her.

“I knew you’d say that”, she smiled.

For a moment you just laid there and smiled at each other. You couldn’t help but notice her beautiful features and when you caught yourself doing that you cleared your throat and got up.

“So, tiny place, beautiful beaches, incredible food. I could do with incredible food”, you announced.

She sat up and nodded in agreement. Bad idea.

Here you were now, dressed up in a very stereotypical restaurant. Meaning it was very intimate and just set you up to fall in love. However, for the night you two had ordered a pizza to share and a bottle of Lambrusco. You had the friendliest talks about anything and everything. Talking about bullshit-boyfriends and joking about not needing men at all.

When your laughter died down, the pizza was finished and you were on your last sips of wine the thought crept in the back of your head that tonight was not all jokes.

“Y/N, can I ask you something a little, well, more serious?”

“Uh-huh”, you raised your eyebrows in anticipation.

“Why did you break up?”, she asked quietly.

“It doesn’t matter”, you shook your head and looked into your glass.

“I broke up with my ex because I’m into someone else”, she admitted.

You looked up with wide eyes, your heart beating faster, “Who?”

“Your turn now”, she dodged the question.

“He thinks you and I- He thought I had a thing for you”, you admitted.

“Do you?”, she started to move closer across the small table between you.

“Your turn now”, you mirrored her movements.

“It’s you”, she whispered when there was barely any space left between you.

You stared at her for moment and bit your lip, then you moved back and gave the waiter a hand motion to show him you wanted to pay. She stayed there for a while, just staring at you and trying to figure you out. All the while the waiter came and you paid for both of you. You downed your wine and took her hand.

“Come on.”

She got up with you and you walked back to your hotel, not letting go of each other’s hand the entire time. You entered your room and you leaned against the closed door.

“Yes”, you said.

“Yes what?”, she looked back at you.

“Yes, I do have a thing for you.”

Her eyes lit up and mouth formed a little o-shape.

“But I-I’ve never done this. I’ve never been with a woman before. I’m not even sure about my sexuality anymore. I mean, I never put a label on it. And I won’t. I’m just… I know, I’m not supposed to say this, but I’m confused.”

She got up and interrupted your rambling, “That’s okay. It’s okay not to have a label. You can be into whomever you want to be into and it doesn’t have to say anything about you.”

She put her hand to your cheek and started to stroke it with her thumb. Again, you just stared at each other for a few moments. Your eyes flickering from each other’s eyes to each other’s lips.

“What do you want me to do?”, she whispered.

“Can you- Would you kiss me?”

She smiled and pressed her lips to yours. She guided you through it and it felt like you’d never kissed anyone before. She opened her lips slightly and touched yours with her tongue, asking you to let her in. You smiled into it and opened your lips for her. You danced, with your tongues and your bodies. Your hands started to roam each other.

In a trance you started to walk, making her walk backwards until she hit the bed. She pulled you down with her and turned you over until she was on top of you. She pulled away for a moment.

“How far do you want to go?”

“As far as I fucking can.”

She laughed and you joined in.

“Help me?”, you asked.

She nodded and unbuttoned your blouse, revealing your dainty nude bra. She bit her lip and let her hands glide from your collarbone, down to the button of your beige trousers. She opened it and you raised your hips so she could take them off completely and then she looked down at you.

Your blouse was open and pulled down your shoulders, you wore a lacy nude bra and simple white cotton panties. You felt heat rise in your cheeks and instinctively tried to hide yourself. She smiled and laid a hand against your cheek. When you looked back at her she started to let it wander down your neck, across your sternum. She added her other hand to hold your waist as she leaned back down and kissed you again.

“May I?”, she asked with a hand on your waistband.

You nodded and lifted your hips a bit again so she could pull them off.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful”, she said, looking back up at your face.

“Says you”, you tried to shrug it off.

Zendaya gave you a bright smile and brought her lips back down to yours as her fingers moved to your centre. You tangled one hand through the hair on the side of her head and moved the other to her exposed waist. When she touched your clit and started to rub you moaned into her mouth. Your hands dropped and she moved away from your face so she could watch your expression as she fingered you.

It didn’t take you long to cum over her expert hands. When you climaxed you opened your eyes and mouth in bliss and looked right into her glowing eyes. She smiled at you as she rubbed you through your high.

And that’s how your next two weeks went. At first you kept worrying that you looked as fucked-out as you felt but after a few days it just turned into the blissful feeling of actually being fucked-out. You’d order breakfast to your bedroom everyday and take your time in the mornings. Sometimes you’d have a few orgasms before you even left your room.

You’d spend your days exploring the small town you’d decided to spend your vacation in or at the beach, lounging in the sun and swimming. At night you’d get dressed up to have dinner at one of the romantic little restaurants in the city and then went back to your room excitedly to fuck each other to sleep.

On your last morning you were sitting naked in bed again, a big array of breakfast food and coffee on a tray between you. You were eating in silence. A slight wind and piazza-noise came through the open window and there was the occasional munching-sound or slurp of coffee.

“What happens now?”, you asked, looking down.

“I think, we need to hurry up a bit, actually. We still need to pack up and check-out’s at twelve, latest”, she shrugged, focused on the mandarin she was peeling.

“That’s not what I mean”, you looked up, “I mean, when we get back. Is this like a ‘what happens in Italy stays in Italy’ sort of thing or what happens when we get back home?”

She looked up and smiled a little, “What do you want to happen when we get back home?”

“I want- I just had two weeks of the best sex of my life. And we have the best conversations and the nicest times together, that part even before Italy. And my heart always beats a little faster when you smile at me”, you admitted, quickly putting a piece of bread in your mouth to shut up.

She laughed a bit, “Keep going.”

You just kept chewing the rather big bite of food and stared at her, silently begging her to say something first.

“My heart beats a little faster, too, whenever you do anything, to be honest”, she looked down with a timid smile, “I really like you. And if this is a ‘What happens in Italy stays in Italy’ sort of thing, then I don’t ever want to leave Italy.”

You had finally gotten down your food by the time she finished and looked up at her, “Me neither.”

She smiled brightly and leaned across the tray to kiss you, just shortly. Yeah, you wouldn’t leave that in Italy.

[eemeelyy]

hi i heard u write zendaya fics and i was wondering if u could write a smut with a dom!reader and its very passionate with zendaya ? (side note: idk if u write smuts so i don’t wanna be disrespectful.)

Hi, I've already written something like that, here but anyhoo, I felt inspired this fine morning and decided to write this up, hope you like it ☺️

We have all day

You woke up to the smell of coffee and immediately had a smile on your face before you had even opened your eyes. You dreamily tumbled out of bed and basically let your nose literally guide the way. When you arrived in the kitchen and felt the cold tiles beneath your feet, you rubbed you eyes and opened them.

And the first thing you saw was your girlfriend, Zendaya, swaying along to Lorde’s new album that sounded from the speaker. A bright, lazy smile spread on your face as you stepped closer, wrapped your arms around her from behind and swayed with her. She chuckled and turned around in your arms. You danced together for the rest of the song.

On the fade out she came back close and you both wrapped yourselves tightly around each other. From your face’s position in the crook of her neck you could place a perfect little kiss to the sensitive spot you knew she had there. She giggled and jumped a bit.

“Well, good morning to you, Y/N”, she looked at you and kissed your lips quickly.

“Morning, love. I smelled coffee and felt the need to get out of bed”, you smiled.

“That’s a rarity. You, feeling the need to get out of bed?”, she grinned.

“I just want that coffee and drag you right back with me”, you wiggled an eyebrow with a smirk and took a mug from behind her.

You leaned against the counter, wearing only a tight white shirt and knickers. Zendaya suppressed a grin at the sight of you and picked up her own mug.

“No complaints from me”, she quietly murmured into her mug.

You smirked and took a sip of coffee. For over a minute you pretended to be focused solely on your coffee. You hid your smirk behind the edge of your mug when you noticed Zendaya, on the opposite end of the kitchen, shifting from one leg to the other impatiently, out of the corner of your eye. When you took the next sip you looked up.

“You’re really going to say that and then leave me hanging?”, she asked.

“What are you talking about?”, you held up your act, “I just said I wanna go back to bed, cuddle and sleep. I only had”, you looked to the oven clock, “Oh, well, almost a full eight hours.”

“So, technically, you’d have time for other things when we’re back in bed”, she put her mug down and took two big strides over to you.

“Oh, yeah, I guess we could watch that new show we wanted to see. You know, the-“

She cut you off, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Do you want to restart the IT-Crowd? I’d totally be up for that.”

“If you don’t stop anytime soon I’ll drop it and that’s it for the day.”

At that you gave her a respectful shake of the head, put your mug down and took her hand to lead her back to the bedroom. Upon arrival you pushed her down and sat on top of her. You leaned down into a steamy make out session. You pulled back the tiniest bit and looked into her eyes, your hand on the waistband of her knickers.

“Okay?”, just for reassurance.

“Yeah”, she grinned.

You smirked and in a smooth motion you had pulled down her knickers and sat on your knees next to the bed, your face perfectly lined up with her naked middle. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to each of her inner thighs before giving a tiny kitten-lick to her clit. She jerked a bit and buried her hands in your hair.

“Oh, babe, I haven’t even gotten started”, you mumbled, closely to her pulsing middle, sending shivers through her.

“Well, then do”, she urged.

You stood and leaned over her again, “Say please.”

Her eyes shot open and she stared at you, “Please.”

“Sorry, little louder.”

“Please, Y/N, baby, please, make me cum!”

You smirked pleased and moved back down. You started with tiny kisses and more kitten-licks, making your girlfriend whimper and sigh. She moved her thighs onto your shoulders and flexed them in intervals around your head, making the sensation of being buried between her even greater.

You started to put your fingers to use, pushing them in and out of her, while keeping up with your sucking, licking and kissing of her clit. Little by little her thighs closed tighter around your head, almost drowning out the beautiful sounds she was making for you. Her fingers started to pull on your hair and you started to shift yourself a little to rub yourself against your own calf.

Soon enough she gave a loud moan and climaxed. You lightened your movements a little as she came down from her high. Besides a few jolts at your continuing movements her thighs and fingers started to loosen their grip on you. You came up and smiled at her blissful face.

She slowly opened her eyes, noticed your stare and spread her arms for you with a smile. You smiled back and fell onto her, letting her wrap her arms around your frame while you wrapped yours around her waist and buried your face in her chest.

She kissed the top of your head, “That was great.”

“I’m glad you liked it”, you smiled into her chest.

“Give me a moment and I’ll give back the favour.”

“Oh, babe”, you pressed your thigh between her legs, “We have all day.”

[eemeelyy]

Hi honey! I have a request, but i wanted to know of you write for zendaya × fem!reader or just neutral? In this case it would only work with fem... Hope you are okay!! ❤❤

I usually have a fem!reader in my mind when I’m writing but I try to keep my language gender neutral, however I don’t mind at all if it’s gender specific ☺️

[eemeelyy]

Does anyone else feel like a fraud when they use big words? The other day I used ‘redundant’ in a conversation and my mind was just yelling at me that I had used it wrong. Turns out the other guy had no idea what the word meant and I lived to see another day. 

[eemeelyy]

hi! i hope you’re doing well. i was wondering if you could write a fanfic where zendaya x reader are talking about making things official and getting into a committed relationship with each other and then they kiss each other passionately and cuddle if that’s okay? (sorry this was so specific) <3

Going public

It was a joke. You knew that. Zendaya knew that. Tom knew that. But the public didn’t know that. 

Tom Holland and Zendaya had been spotted making out in a car and then laughing. Among many people who realised that they were just trying to get a rise out of the paparazzi, maybe get a bit of promo for the new Spider-Man, there were far too many people who actually believed it was real.

You thought it was hilarious if you were honest. Thousands of memes and jokes about their relationship started appearing on your Twitter feed and you couldn’t help but laugh at the grand majority. On this particular evening, Tom and his girlfriend were over for dinner. There was an awkward tension in the room. Tom’s girlfriend had not taken it so well.

You were used to it. Zendaya and you had been dating for years and over the years you had also had many PR-relationships and rumours running around all over the internet. Z and you would always talk about it and when it was for PR you would actually ask for her permission. You had the strict no-tongue-kiss-rule that you’d always stuck by. In fact, neither of you had ever actually even kissed anyone for PR.

Tom’s girlfriend on the other hand worked at an insurance company. She worked in an office where she didn’t exactly have to promote her projects like that. She was glad to stay private with their relationship so paparazzi wouldn’t follow her around and she wouldn’t get hate from his fans. And at first she had also laughed the rumours off. But now that you were sitting here, all four of you, Tom, you and Zendaya chatting casually, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m sorry, but don’t you think this is strange?”, she spoke up.

Funnily enough you had just been talking about Benedict Cumberbatch and his career and personality, so all of you got it wrong. You laughed.

“Yeah, he must be a little strange to have such range of characters”, you said.

“What?”, she asked, confused, as she hadn’t listened to the conversation, caught up in her own thoughts.

“Benedict”, Tom elaborated, “We were talking about Benedict Cumberbatch, love.”

“No, that’s not-“, she cut herself off and stared down into her wine that she was swirling in its glass, “I mean that the whole world believes you two are together. And they like it.”

All three of you looked at each other with a shrug.

“But that’s been going on for weeks now. Why does it only bother you now?”, Zendaya asked.

“Because-“, she bit her lip, “Well, at work, some people were talking about it. You know, what a great couple you make.”

She took a large sip of her wine and you three smiled at her sympathetically. You reached out to her and took her hand.

“Hey, I get it, they would make a great couple, but we don’t tell them that”, you chuckled, “But it’s a joke. You’ve got to let yourself know that.”

Tom put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, “Besides, this is still better than all the fangirls thirsting after me so much.”

“Oh, you’re a lying narcissist”, Zendaya laughed and you joined in.

“They’re still there, by the way, they just get drowned out by memes”, you pointed out.

“Why can’t I just have you all to myself?”, she asked.

The three of you chuckled.

“You do, love, but there’s always going to be rumours”, he told her, stroking her upper arm.

“At least you can be completely sure these aren’t true. You now have an ongoing rumour about something you know isn’t real and that puts all the others on hold”, Zendaya said.

“Well, except for his secret family with Nicki Minaj that he left behind for Z”, you added.

All four of you chuckled at that.

“I’m sorry that I come with media attention, love”, he muttered into her hair and kissed the top of her head.

“It’s okay. I mean, I love you, and if that’s something that comes with you, I’ll just have to accept it”, she sighed.

Zendaya and you awed. They both glared at you but then all four of you laughed and you got up to get dessert from the kitchen. When everyone had a piece of tiramisu you dug in.

“I guess what I don’t understand is how you just do this. And how you have been doing it for five years, going from one rumour to the next”, Tom’s girlfriend pointed out and put another spoonful in her mouth.

You and Zendaya looked at each other. To be honest, you had been wondering about that as well. Especially since Tom and Zendaya’s rumours had been floating about you had been wondering what they’d say about you two. You planned to spend the rest of your life with her so why did you hesitate with the media.

Just to imagine getting to stand next to her on a red carpet as she looked gorgeous as ever, people referring to you as her girlfriend and vice versa, it made you smile adoringly. Zendaya had a similar expression on her face. Tom noticed.

“If you’re going public, do it. Don’t worry about it. The press would have a field day”, he laughed.

Later, it was past eleven, you led them out to the gate to lock it behind them while Zendaya started cleaning up the kitchen and dining room. You pulled Tom back.

“Would you really not mind?”, you asked.

“What do you mean?”, he asked.

“You know, if we went public? I just- It’s been five years, I’d like to hold her hand in public”, you chuckled quietly.

“Oh, (Y/N), no. I don’t mind at all. You two do whatever feels right. You’ll be the world’s OTP and everyone will just love it. When they’re past jealousy.”

You both laughed and hugged before he got in the car and they drove away while you waved after them for a moment before going back inside. Zendaya was filling up the dishwasher so you picked up a rag and went into the dining room without words and cleaned up.

You returned, washed the rag and cleaned the now empty kitchen counters off. Zendaya started the dishwasher and hugged you from behind when you put the rag back where it belonged.

“You tired?”, you asked.

“Eh, not really, I just want to get comfortable on the couch and watch a sitcom”, she muttered.

You agreed and turned around to walk towards the living room. She didn’t let go you the entire time. Calling for desperate measures you picked up the remote and leaned backwards, falling into her lap. She giggled and turned you so she was spooning you on the couch. You turned on something random from your watchlist that you didn’t have to pay too much attention to and turned around in her arms.

“What would you think about going public?”, you asked, chin on her chest to look up at her.

“Why? Don’t you like it either?”, she chuckled, her eyes not leaving the screen.

“No, it’s fine, I mean, we’ve done this for years. But that’s the point though, isn’t it? We’ve been together for years and there’s never even been a rumour about us cause we’re so good at being private. But I want to go out with you, take you to events with me, be taken to events by you. Ooh, I want to be called your girlfriend when you take me to one of your premieres. And I want people to call you my girlfriend at mine. I don’t like to be in PR-relationships.”

She looked down at you and smiled. She captured your lips in a passionate kiss. Her arms roamed around your back as you grabbed her shirt around her waist. She pushed herself on top of you to deepen the kiss and when she pulled away she pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Whoever writes the cutest Instagram caption with the best picture wins!”

She jumped up and ran to get her phone. You laughed and ran after her to get yours. Quickly, you picked a picture where you had hiked up a mountain while on holiday with your mum and her mum. You had arrived up at the top and she had jumped onto your back, her legs stretched forward, arms wrapped around your shoulders, yours holding on to the back of her thighs as you were both laughing. Then your mum had taken the picture.

“I’ve been dating the most beautiful human, inside and out, for five years now and I can’t believe I haven’t yelled it from the mountaintops yet. I love you so much, words can’t express it, so let me show it to you for the rest of our lives, wherever we go.”

When you had posted yours, hers appeared on your feed. It showed the two of you in bathrobes on that same holiday, hair a mess and face masks on, sitting in the spa area of the hotel you had been staying at. She had crept onto your deck chair and snuggled into your chest, both of you asleep. Her mum had taken that one.

“I met my person :)”

You smiled at her post and then heard from the bathroom, “Damn, you win, baby!”

“What do I win?”, you asked.

You heard the flush of the toilet, then the faucet running and then she came up behind you again. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders and then her lips were by your ear, whispering.

“You pick.”

[eemeelyy]

Having FOMO and anxiety is freaky cause yeah I’m terrified of missing out but I’m also way too scared to take part in anything.

[eemeelyy]

Hi! My new fic doesn’t show up in the tags for some reason but I’m really happy with how it turned out so please check it out:

https://eemeelyy.tumblr.com/post/649813487728672768/i-heard-that-requests-are-open-and-i-was-hoping

[eemeelyy]

i heard that requests are open and i was hoping for some zendaya x reader smut but it’s sensual if that makes any sense...(i’m not sure if u write smuts, so i don’t wanna be rude) <3

Hi! I’ve never written smut but I definitely enjoyed writing this! Feedback is very much appreciated ❤️

Stress release

You came home after a rather long day at work. Recently, your job had been treating you fairly kindly. Still, you were excited to come home to your girlfriend tonight and just spend a chill evening with her. You put your keys, shoes and jacket down by the door and walked further into the house, expecting your girlfriend to be home as she should have returned from filming in Atlanta earlier today. 

“Love?”, you called into the darkness of your home as you made your way toward the living room. All you saw there was a small mount of blankets in the corner of the U-shaped couch.

You walked toward the mount and pulled back the blankets to find the mess of Zendaya’s hair, completely covering her face. You stroked back the hair to find her face scrunched together and her eyes squinted shut.

“Aw, Baby, are you feeling alright?”, you asked and she shook her head, opening her arms for you.

You wrapped one arm around her waist and laid the other against her cheek, stroking it carefully with your thumb. Then you kissed her other cheek and buried your face in her neck as she did the same to you.

“I had to do some reshoots so I almost missed my flight but I made it on time and then, when we took off, I realised that I’d forgotten my headphones and my charger, so not only was I not able to listen to music but my phone also died halfway through the flight. There was some turbulence and it was super loud so I couldn’t sleep either even though I didn’t sleep much there either. And now I’m just exhausted”, she mumbled into your neck, “Also I’ve been starving for 3 hours now but I couldn’t get up and I can’t really fall asleep either.”

You lifted your head and looked at her with pity. You kissed her forehead and then barely pulled away to say: “How about you go have a relaxing bath and in the meantime I’ll go down to that vegan place you like and get us some falafel bowls? Come on, I’ll help you get there.”

You pulled her out of her mount and took about half her bodyweight yourself to help her into the bathroom. She got undressed while you filled up the tub and with one last kiss you left to get food. When you returned, Z was still in the tub so you got two glasses of wine and joined her, sitting down on the floor by the tub. As you were eating you told her about your own day and when you were both finished you picked up a towel to wrap her in.

“Massage?”, she asked giving you a pouty face and dramatically wiggling her shoulders.

You giggled and nodded, pushing her towards the bed. She laid down on her front, pushing her face into the pillows and pulling the towel off of herself, showing you her naked backside. At the sight of her, you bit your lip. That’s your girlfriend, the most beautiful creature on earth and she’s giving you a sight only you get to see.

You kneeled over her, putting your legs on each side of her. Then you started massaging her shoulders, quickly finding the knots and rubbing them out. At her small moans and sighs your heart fluttered and you felt the excitement between your legs. Leaning down a bit, you pressed kisses on the back of her neck, her shoulders and her spine, not halting your massage at any point. Between your legs you felt her rubbing her bum against you and then you felt her hand reaching up and rubbing your thigh.

She turned her head to the side and glanced up at you with a smirk on her lips. You mimicked her expression and got off of her so she could turn around. You immediately got back on top of her and attached your lips to hers as her hands roamed your backside underneath your shirt. You started kissing from her lips, across her jaw, down her sternum, taking a moment to give some attention to each of her breasts, before sweeping your mouth down her stomach.

You kneeled between her legs and started guiding them apart to look at her glistening center. You smirked up at her and held eye contact as you kissed across her thighs and abdomen. Her hand came to the top of your head to grab a fistful of hair.

“Y/N, please”, she sighed.

“Please what, darling?”, you asked, lifting your head to smirk at her. You leaned up to kiss her before speaking against her lips, “Use your words.”

You moved back down and traced your finger lightly against her lower lips, noticing her very light shiver. “Make me come, please.”

She pulled your head against her core and you chuckled before diving in. You licked a strip across her slit, stopping at her clit before sucking it between your lips, while bringing your fingers to her hole, plunging two fingers inside. You released her clit from your mouth and started rubbing your thumb against it. You used your other hand to hold her hip and sat up to look at her face.

Zendaya had her eyes shut and her head tilted backwards, soft sighs and heavy breaths left her lips as her brows were scrunched together. She looked beautiful and you wanted to elongate this moment as much as possible but you also knew that tonight you just wanted to get her off to help her sleep tightly.

As her sighs were getting louder and her breaths were getting heavier you noticed the pounding of her clit getting harder and soon she bucked her hips against your hand and let out a moan. You rubbed her through her orgasm, your movements getting softer and smaller. When you saw her head dropping to the side, with a smile on her lips and the crease between her brows dissolving you stopped your movements and pulled the blanket over her.

“I love you”, she mumbled when you kissed her forehead.

“Love you more. Sleep tight, my love.”

[eemeelyy]

Sometimes I look up random celebrities. Purely because I care and the narrating voice in my head goes “hey, I haven’t heard of [person] in a while, I wonder how they’re doing.”

[eemeelyy]

Not a request but I wanted to drop by and say happy birthday!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Thank you so much ☺️

[eemeelyy]

Heyyy I don't have any requests rn but I wanted to drop by and say happy birthday!🥳🥳 It's my birthday too so when I saw your post I got soo excited😂

Oh thank you so much. You have a very happy birthday too! 🥰

[eemeelyy]

It‘s my birthday! Send me requests!

[eemeelyy]

Request: I thought that the reader is Kate's girlfriend and makes her a surprise dinner for Kate's birthday maybe a picnic under the stars with candles and gives her a song that she wrote and in the end that she Propose with a ring that has a heart-shaped diamond (after a couple of years of relationship) - @daisygonzalezmexican​

Happy Birthday, Kate

Kate and I had been quarantined together for almost a year. We’d been living together for almost a year before that but our careers just so gave it that we still rarely saw each other. So, obviously, we loved it. Getting to spend almost every minute of the day together - except for maybe using the toilet and working in our respective offices, of course - was something that gave our relationship and love a boost it hadn’t had since we’d first started dating.

Though when Christmas and New Year’s rolled around we both got a little sad to not spend it with our families. We cried a little bit on Christmas Eve and called our families. On New Year’s we went to her sister’s place and stood in her backyard, far away from the others, around a fireplace, shivering and nursing cups of mulled wine. We went home pretty much immediately after we’d blown all the fireworks and realised that it hadn’t been worth it.

So, for her birthday it was just the two of us. We woke up in the morning with nothing on our schedules and just laid there, cuddling and planting little kisses on each other for almost an hour. I made an extravagant breakfast with pancakes, tofu scramble, soy bacon and elaborate drinks, plus some Mimosas because it was a special day. We sat for a while, taking little digestion breaks where we just stared into each other’s eyes, complaining about how delicious but filling everything was and laughing at each other’s expressions.

Around one pm the doorbell rang. Kate opened it to find a pile of boxes in front of it and her mom and sister standing far apart from each other at the other end of the sidewalk.

„Happy birthday, sweetie, we love you so much“, her mom yelled.

„Yeah, I guess you’re okay, boo, Happy Birthday“, Emily added.

Kate laughed and yelled a „Thank you“ and „I love you, too“ back. She took the gifts inside and we sat down in the living room. Some True Crime was on the telly and a candle that I had drawn a „37“ on with a sharpie (because for some ridiculous reason they don’t make these for grown-ups) was lit on the coffee-table. She unpacked her gifts and then proceeded to text some more genuine reactions to them. 

Throughout the day she received many calls and texts, wishing her the best, and even some more gifts by the door. I also gave her little gifts throughout the day. A book here, a piece of clothing there, some memorabilia here, something handmade there. I just wanted to spoil her today. Around five I excused myself to the kitchen, leaving her on the phone with another relative. I made the batter for her favourite cake and put it in the oven and then got to the main dish which where some vegan enchiladas and a salad on the side. 

Finally, I opened a bottle of our favourite wine and set the table nicely. I put on a nice dress and then came back to my girlfriend in the living room.

„Do you want to put on that new dress I bought you, babe?“, I asked.

She turned around in her seat and looked me up and down. „How could I not when you look like that?“, she said walking up to me.

When she was about to slip past me to our bedroom I pulled her close by the waist and whispered in her ear. „Can’t wait to show you what’s underneath.“

I pressed a kiss to the side of her head and we squeezed each other shortly. She then kissed my shoulder and moved on to the bedroom.

A few minutes later she joined me in the dining room. We sat down and ate. Kate complimented every bite she took and I couldn’t help but giggle at the way she worded her compliments. Soon, around 8.30 pm we were done with our dinner and I took the plates back to the kitchen. When I came back I held our coats and slippers.

„One more thing, babe, but we need to go to the backyard.“

The backyard had thrived on our boredom during quarantine. Flowers, plants, fruits and vegetables were growing, we’d hung a swing from the tree in the back. The patio was finally finished, although now, in the winter months, the garden furniture was in the shed, and most of the things in our garden had gone to winter-sleep. I put my arms around her waist from behind and then pointed to the sky.

„See the Capricorn, love?“, I whispered.

„Obviously“, she smiled and looked at me before she looked back to where I was pointing.

„There is that one tiny star, well, actually it’s quite big it’s just very far away. It’s a little pink-ish, do you see it?“, I asked.

„Yeah, did you know that when they turn pink it means they’re becoming supernovas soon?“, she replied.

„Yeah, but not for another couple millions of years“, I added. We’d also been really into astronomy during quarantine. Kate always had been but we learned a lot more over the past few months. „Anyway, that’s Kate.“

„What?“, she turned to look at me.

„That star’s name is Kate. It’s by all the legal ways we have on this world, so as far as humanity is concerned, your star“, I explained.

„You bought me a star?“, she asked, turning back around to get another look.

„Yeah“, I giggled, loosening my hold around her, noticing how she shivered a little.

I fiddled with the ring I now held in my palm. It was a beautiful gold ring with a sizeable heart-shaped diamond on top. I smiled at it and got on one knee.

„Katy?“, I whispered to get her attention. She turned around, „I… I had a speech prepared, scratch that, I wrote a song actually. But that’s nothing special anymore, is it? I’ve written so many songs about you, for you. You’ve been my muse for the past three years and I’ve loved you from the moment you said „yup, definitely gay“ when we first met“, I giggled, „You’re the love of my life and I never thought that would mean so much to me until I had you. And I never want to not have you. So, Kate, my love, will you do me the honour of marrying me?“

Tears had gathered in both our eyes when she fell on top of me and kissed me passionately. Before we could have a full on make out session in our backyard I slipped the ring on her finger and then pulled away. „Yes“, she breathed, forehead against mine, hands on my cheeks, „Fuck, I love you, darling. So much.“

I lifted her smaller frame into my arms and carried her back inside. When she shut the door I let her down and shivered. 

„You want me to play you that song now?“, I asked.

„Please, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve had very different things in mind from the moment you insinuated I’ll get to see what’s underneath that dress, babe“, she said, her cold hand travelling up my thigh.

„I guess it can wait until tomorrow“, I giggled, pulling her to the bedroom.

A/N - I need a s/o to spoil please