#Wet Drawing Machine

[smartmachine123]

Top Applications of Pre Drawing Machines in Wire and Cable Production

The wire and cable manufacturing industry relies heavily on precision equipment to ensure consistent quality and optimal performance. Among the most critical pieces of machinery in this sector are Pre Drawing Machines, which play a fundamental role in preparing raw materials for the final drawing process. These sophisticated machines have revolutionized wire production by enabling manufacturers to achieve superior dimensional accuracy, enhanced material properties, and increased production efficiency.

Understanding Pre Drawing Machines

Pre Drawing Machines are specialized equipment designed to reduce the diameter of wire rods or cables through a controlled drawing process before the final drawing operation. This intermediate step is crucial for achieving the precise specifications required in modern wire and cable applications. By performing an initial size reduction, these machines prepare the material for subsequent processing stages while maintaining structural integrity and improving overall quality.

Primary Applications in Wire Manufacturing

1. Copper Wire Production

One of the most significant applications of Pre Drawing Machines is in copper wire manufacturing. Copper, being one of the most commonly used conductive materials, requires precise diameter control to meet electrical specifications. Pre Drawing Machines enable manufacturers to process large-diameter copper rods into intermediate sizes, making the final drawing process more manageable and efficient. This application is particularly important in producing electrical cables, telecommunications wiring, and power transmission lines.

2. Aluminum Wire Processing

The lightweight properties of aluminum make it increasingly popular in electrical applications. Pre Drawing Machines are essential for processing aluminum wire rods, which tend to be more challenging to work with due to the material's tendency to work-harden. These machines provide the controlled deformation necessary to maintain aluminum's ductility while achieving the required dimensional specifications.

3. Steel Wire Applications

In the production of steel wires for various industrial applications, Pre Drawing Machines serve a critical role in preparing high-carbon steel rods. Whether for construction cables, automotive components, or industrial fasteners, these machines ensure that steel wire maintains its strength characteristics while achieving precise dimensional tolerances.

Quality Enhancement Benefits

Pre Drawing Machines contribute significantly to quality improvement in wire and cable production. By performing an intermediate drawing operation, these machines help eliminate surface defects, improve dimensional consistency, and enhance the overall mechanical properties of the wire. The controlled reduction process also helps in stress relief, reducing the likelihood of wire breakage during subsequent processing stages.

Production Efficiency Advantages

The implementation of Pre Drawing Machines in production lines offers substantial efficiency gains. By breaking down the total reduction process into manageable stages, these machines reduce the load on final drawing equipment, extending die life and reducing maintenance requirements. This staged approach also allows for better process control and quality monitoring at each step of production.

Modern Technological Features

Contemporary Pre Drawing Machines incorporate advanced features such as automatic diameter control, real-time monitoring systems, and computerized process management. These technological enhancements ensure consistent product quality while minimizing operator intervention and reducing the potential for human error.

Industry Impact and Future Prospects

The role of Pre Drawing Machines continues to evolve with advancing technology and increasing quality demands in the wire and cable industry. As manufacturers strive for higher precision and improved material properties, these machines remain indispensable tools for achieving competitive advantages in the global marketplace. The versatility and efficiency of Pre Drawing Machines make them essential investments for any serious wire and cable manufacturer looking to optimize their production processes while maintaining the highest quality standards.

[aterfish]

Oh no! LBM got wet...

[legolambi]

[grape-souffle]

So I've just finished Good Omens season 2 and have needed to draw a little to try and recover

And this is what came to mind

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

was talking to a friend and it turns out that in their head tesilid is always bloodied and half dead bc i keep sending those pics as reaction images 😭

"if i go korea i'll get you merch of him covered in blood" "why would there be merch of him covered in blood?!?!??"

[superhoeva]

making out with robby during your 15min, his hand sliding in your panties and him groaning "oh, you're soaked, sweetheart. what made you wet like this?" but he wasn't prepared for your answer and now he can't stop thinking about fucking your ass every damn surface. the worst part? abbot knowing smirk because of course it was him that was sexting you insteof sleeping before his next shift.

holy shittt

"nine minutes and counting," robby mumbles against your mouth and you shut him up with a yank to his jacket and swirl of your tongue around his. 540ish seconds is all the man has before he'll be forced to slip out of the on call room, wipe hand to his swollen lips, and not imagine himself taking you for another four fucking hours.

a rough tug of his bottom lip between your teeth returns him to reality, and robby feels you grin at the growl he rumbles out. you're playing dirty and the attending adores it. fucking lives for your purposeful provoking of buttons only you know the site of. (plus the extra ones that jack taught you.)

"fuck," robby grunts, drawing you closer to him with an even tighter grip. "do that again, and you'll be fucking limping to your next patient."

when you smirk at robby, he stares back at you with a lowered chin and a challenge in his eyes. inching to him slowly, you make sure take a few extra seconds before catching his lip back between your teeth. you drag it into your mouth and suck with a moan that melts him into a nothing but a whimper.

before you can blink, robby spins your body and pins you against his front. with a grip on your face and hand tucking into your waist band, robby rolls his hips into you backside with a choked moan.

his cock sits thick and throbbing against his scrubs, and doesn't know how the fuck he's going to last the rest of his shift.

"i wanna taste you but you might lead somebody to us with all your squeals." not that he doesn't love them.

"if i remember correctly, it was your mouth i had to cover the last time we fucked in here," you fire back, and both of you have to grin at the memory.

"well maybe i just want the whole damn hospital to know how fuckin' well you take my cock," robby husks out, fingers finally reaching behind your thin layer of underwear. he huffs, chest heaving at the mess he finds. it coats and slicks against his fingers, causing robby to blow out a breath. "jesus, 'm surprised you haven't leaked through these scrubs. been reading my thoughts, angel?"

"mmhm," you mewl, hips flinching up into where he presses your clit. "plus jack keeps texting me about all the horrible things he wants to do to me this weekend... you're invited, by the way."

robby uses a laugh to cover the way his head starts spinning.

"oh, i am?"

"yeah," you nod, reaching to hold his forearm in place so the pads of his fingers stroke against you just right when you flick your hips again. "but only if you let me use that new vibrator jack got me on you. wanna how many loads i can milk outta you before you tap out."

jesus fucking christ. he used to joke about how you might make him pass out one day. funny enough, he doesn't currently find his wobbly knees and swimming brain all that amusing...

"oooh, you're horrible," robby rasps, pressing his digits down harder. you gasp and he breathes in the sound, head shaking with another heated chuckle. "i'm serious. fuck you, sweetheart."

a giggle shakes you along with him, and robby kisses your neck.

"you could at least buy me something from the vending machine first."

four long hours later, robby's hiking his backpack over his shoulder and shutting his locker. he pauses as abbot rounds the corner and tilts his head at the other attending, who's doing a bad job at hiding his growing smirk at the look on robby face.

jack whistles a song to himself as he punches in his combination, eyes peeking over to where robby's watching him with crossed arms.

"long day?"

"yeah. yeah, they usually are when i got someone sexting one of my best senior residents," robby throws back, making sure to keep his voice down and eyes peeled for any wandering ears, eyes, earls, or myrnas.

jack breaks his unknowing facade, warming with a pleased snicker. "she teach you that word?"

"yep," you answer for him, bag and thermos already in hand as you appear. you smile and head for jack, who gives you a sweet hey, baby before kissing you. rubbing a ghosting touch against his back, you grin. "then he spelled it out with his tongue inside my pussy. not as long as robinavitch, but it still did the trick."

jack coughs out laugh, eyebrows shooting upwards.

"she's on one today," robby exhales, reddening as he looks at jack. "thanks a lot."

jack replies to the words with an unbothered wink, closing his locker and leaning with an arm around your waist while he whispers against your ear. "stay sweet, yeah?"

melting, all you can do is hum out a dazed reply at his heat. jack pecks your cheek one more time before squeezing a hand onto robby's bicep.

"and try not to wake her neighbors," jack teases the other, eyes cutting to you with a wicked twitch of his lips. "might have to move in with one of us if you get dinged with another noise complaint."

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[catssluvr]

dating nerdy/loser natalie scatorccio <3

⭑.ᐟ Straight up just obsessed with your existence, Nat’s blindly in love with you and would do anything to make you happy - probably loves you tons more than playing video games and that’s a compliment.

⭑.ᐟ Makes you watch all of her favorite movies, not so subtly looking over to catch your reactions to her favorite parts and also yapping about little details that no one else notices.

⭑.ᐟ Takes the gameboy she bought on second hand everywhere with her, pulling out in public whenever she’s on a line or even at school when she’s bored. She plays the games you find most interesting so you’re also entertained.

⭑.ᐟ Drags you to the arcade and makes you play the duo games with her, then plays the other ones while you sit close to her eating some snacks she got from a vending machine.

⭑.ᐟ Tank tops and pajama checkered pants are her go to outfit - not that you could ever complain. Also likes graphic tees with a long sleeved under them and sometimes the infamous leather jacket she wears just for you.

⭑.ᐟ Absolutely tears up whenever you give her flowers or anything of the sort, mostly just overwhelmed with how nice she thinks you are to her.

“Baby, are you crying?”

“What- no! I just had hot cheetos and they were extra spicy.” Meanwhile pouting with trembling lips.

⭑.ᐟ Talking of pouting, it’s probably Nat’s top one reaction to you being mad at her. She’d never make you feel anger towards her on purpose so most of all it makes her panic right there. Tries to solve it as quickly as possible because all she wants is to see your frown dissolve into a sweet smile so she can finally hug your bones out.

⭑.ᐟ Loves to sleep in and will not let go of you until she’s fully ready to get up, nuzzling into your neck and practically whining when you make move to take off the covers.

⭑.ᐟ The biggest cuddle bug and particularly adores being the little spoon. Have her lay her head on your chest while playing with her hair and she’ll be purring like a cat in seconds.

⭑.ᐟ Is an absolute tease who wants your attention 24/7, will pinch your cheeks and arms until you finally look at her.

⭑.ᐟ This girl gets the zoomies randomly, giggling about stupid things and jumping on top of you to tickle your life out and cover your pretty face in wet & very sloppy pecks.

⭑.ᐟ Never having to be scared of her cheating cause realistically she’s a big loser who can barely talk to a girl without stuttering and wears shirts that say ‘i love my gf’ every other day.

⭑.ᐟ Is so freaking clumsy, keeps on hitting her toes on wall corners and breaking cups because she trips on literal air. It’s all worth it for her though because she gets to have you as her personal nurse, putting a band aid over where she’s hurt before placing a kiss over it.

⭑.ᐟ Paints your nails while you tell her about the latest gossip going on, listening attentively and gasping dramatically when she thinks something is particularly shocking.

“He did what!? :0”

⭑.ᐟ Genuinely leaves hickeys on you sometimes without even noticing. She’ll be kissing your neck without any second intentions and before she can stop herself there will be a whole bruise on it.

⭑.ᐟ Has a lego collection with spaceships from star wars and some geeky video games. Gets sooo giddy when you buy her new ones and prepares a whole date night for you to build it with her.

⭑.ᐟ When you’re sitting together in class she draws silly doodles on your notebook, making very bad drawings of both of you holding hands with hearts around you.

“Look, that’s us :)”

⭑.ᐟ Sometimes gets a bit insecure and doesn’t understand what you see in her, it’s hard to believe you actually love her for who she is. But once you call her over when you’re with your friends in public and literally show her off she knows there was never a reason to doubt it.

[monstersholygrail]

Drove up today and having a total beach day which has been amazing despite the heat. But it’s also giving me soooo many monster thoughts

Imagine you go up to one those boardwalk fortune teller machines and you think, ‘eh, why not. It could be fun.’ And it seems like the machine agrees with you as your jaw drops when you read the fortune. This tiny paper of fate claims that today you will get your world rocked by a creature out of this world.

First of all, how is a fortune like that even in there? Secondly, what the hell kind of fortune is this?! You look into the plastic eyes of the mystic woman and something within you says to believe her. To take this fortune seriously.

Turning to the beach just down the steps your eyes immediately fall onto the Tentacle Monster lifeguard, wondering if he’ll be the one to fulfill your fortune. His long tentacles curled around the high chair and you imagine what it would be like to ride him on top of it. To see the length of the beach while his tentacles reach deep inside you to places you’ve never been able to go.

Or maybe the pack of Wolf Hybrids down the way. Half of them playing volleyball on the beach and the other throwing around a frisbee. You imagine them passing you around, each of them having their turn with you as they fuck into your weeping holes, never letting you rest for even a moment as they cant get enough of feeling your wet heat suffocate their cocks.

A shiver passes through you and you quickly look away before you get ahead of yourself. And when you do your eyes can’t help but be drawn to the ocean.

Mermen popping their head up above the water. Hungrily watching the humans from afar. Your thoughts drift to swimming your way into the ocean and getting sucked under the waves. Before you know it a whole pod of them are swarming you, desperately stuffing their mouths, fingers, and cocks inside of you. Eager for your warmth to surround them and wanting to drown you in pleasure.

Perhaps other merfolk will join them. Shark Hybrids smelling your arousal from afar and using it to hunt you down so that they may feast on your flesh in the most toe curling way. Wanting nothing more than to devour you and make you cum harder than you could ever dream.

As you find yourself stepping toward the ocean, drawn to the temptation of what could be, your foot knocks into a cooler. An apology falls from your lips as you step back, only to see a suspiciously pale man hidden completely under an umbrella. And suddenly you know you won’t find your average drink in that cooler.

Your mind spins up the image of the Vampire man snatching you under his umbrella with inhumane speed. Dragging your body beneath him and ravaging you mercilessly. Preferring to get his blood from the source instead of his cooler. And as his fangs sink deep inside you, so does his cock. Both working to bring you to new heights of ecstasy, your mind growing foggy as he draws blood from you in time with the furious pumps of his hips until you can’t help but cum. Your release making your blood taste that much sweeter.

You quickly snap out of your thoughts, your chest quickly rising and falling with your panting breaths. Arousal gushes out of you, soaking your panties and bringing a wave of heat throughout your body.

You shift uneasily, hoping it isn’t too noticeable. Hoping they can’t smell it. But as each of them slowly turn to look at you, your hope fades away into nothing but more arousal. Not slowing yourself to second guess this, you walk closer to the ocean.

Ready to have the time of your life.

Thoughts anyone??

[smartmachine123]

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[flux1563]

Porn shoot pt. 2 ft yunjin

Tag : Gangbang, Creampie

Words : 3k

Y/N's hand was still slick with her juices as he opened the door of the sleek black sedan and practically threw Yunjin into the apartment, her bare body glistening in the stark light of the hallway. She stumbled, the cool air of the building a stark contrast to the sticky heat of their recent encounter. The door slammed shut behind them, echoing through the quiet space, and she looked up to find the crew manager standing there, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Yunjin is right here," Y/N said, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction that made her skin crawl. He gestured to her, naked and trembling, and the crewman's jaw dropped. The other man looked at her with a mix of shock and hunger, his gaze lingering on the wetness between her legs.

The first three men didn't waste a second. They descended upon her like ravenous beasts, each claiming a piece of her body for their own twisted delight. One buried his face in her armpit, his tongue flicking and lapping at her sweaty skin with a hunger that made her stomach twist. Another grabbed her by the neck, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip, drawing blood. The third man dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue immediately seeking out her clit and bringing her to the edge of another squirt.

The other three men circled them, cameras rolling, capturing every intimate detail. The flashes were blinding, the sound of the recording devices a constant reminder that this was not a private moment. She could feel the eyes of her group members, her manager, and the entire crew on her, watching, judging, lusting after her exposed form. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but she was too far gone to protest, her body responding to the relentless onslaught of pleasure.

One of the cameramen stepped closer, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered, "You're so beautiful when you squirt." The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she found herself pushing her hips against the man's face, silently begging for more. Her pussy was a slick mess, the sound of his mouth sucking and licking echoing through the room. The other two men held her in place, their hands rough as they groped and squeezed her breasts, their fingers pinching her nipples until she was sure they'd leave marks.

With a final, triumphant lick, the man at her pussy pulled away, his face shiny with her juices. He grinned up at her, and she could see the excitement in his eyes as he unbuckled his belt. The fabric of his pants fell away, revealing his cock, thick and hard with anticipation. She knew what was coming, and a mix of fear and excitement curled in her belly. This was it; there was no turning back now.

The man who had been kissing her neck moved to her side, his cock jutting out in front of her face. He didn't have to ask; she knew what he wanted, and she leaned in, her mouth opening wide to take him in. The taste of her own arousal was faint on his skin, a reminder of the power she held in her own sexuality. She sucked eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements, and she could feel the first stirrings of another orgasm building deep within her.

The third man, the one who had been watching with such intensity, stepped forward. He was the biggest of them all, and she felt a momentary pang of doubt as she saw the size of his cock. But the hunger in his eyes was undeniable, and she found herself spreading her legs wider, welcoming him. He positioned himself at her ass, and she felt a moment of resistance before he pushed inside, his cock stretching her wide.

The moment all three cocks entered her simultaneously, she felt like she was being split apart, filled to the brim with their lust. The sensation was overwhelming, and she let out a muffled scream around the cock in her mouth. They moved in sync, their rhythm a well-oiled machine of desire that had her body writhing in pleasure. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, the pressure in her pussy and ass building until she couldn't take it anymore.

Her squirt was like a geyser, soaking the men and the floor beneath them. The sound of her moan was lost in the cacophony of their grunts and the slap of skin on skin. She felt so alive, so powerful, as she took them all. The room was a blur of bodies and cameras, a kaleidoscope of lust that left her breathless. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the men pounded into her, their strokes growing more erratic with their own approaching climaxes.

The man in her pussy grunted, his grip on her waist tightening as he shot his load deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum. The feeling of him filling her up triggered another orgasm, and she squirted even more, her body bucking with the force of it. The man filming her face leaned in, eager to capture her reaction, and she could see the excitement in his eyes. He was close, his cock twitching with the need to release.

The one in her mouth pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her saliva. He jerked himself off, the head bobbing in front of her face. She watched, mesmerized, as he painted her with ropes of cum, covering her cheeks and nose. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant, and she found herself leaning in to lick a droplet from her upper lip. He groaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and surprise, and she felt a thrill run through her.

The last man, the one in her ass, was pumping faster now, his breath coming in harsh pants. She could feel his cock thickening, and she pushed back onto him, eager to milk him dry. He gripped her hips, his eyes squeezed shut as he grunted, his teeth clenched. And then, with a roar, he came, his cum joining the mess already pooling in her pussy. She squirted again, the feeling of his hot seed in her ass pushing her over the edge.

Yunjin collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. The men hovered around her, their eyes glued to the screen as they watched the replay of their depraved performance. Her pussy was still pulsing, the warmth of their cum seeping out of her, a sticky reminder of their shared release. She couldn't help the smile that curled her lips; she had never felt so desired, so alive.

The other three man who filming at first round start their turn.

Yunjin's pussy was still quivering from the previous assault when the next three crewmen stepped forward. They looked at her with hungry eyes, their cocks already erect and gleaming with anticipation. She could see the excitement in their faces, the way they licked their lips as they approached. The thought of two cocks filling her up was overwhelming, and she felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her.

The first man knelt between her legs, his cock bobbing eagerly as he lined it up with her dripping entrance. He pushed inside her, his girth stretching her to the limit, and she gasped at the sensation. The second man followed suit, his cock sliding in alongside the first with surprising ease. She was so wet, so open, that she could feel their shafts rubbing together, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

The third man leaned over her, his cock brushing her cheek as he whispered in her ear, "You're going to love this." He didn't wait for a response before he pushed the tip past her lips, filling her mouth to the brim. She choked slightly, her eyes watering, but she took it, her tongue swirling around him as she struggled to breathe through her nose. The taste of their combined arousal was overpowering, a musky, salty flavor that she found herself craving more of.

The rhythm began again, the two cocks inside her moving in tandem as the man in her mouth began to fuck her face. She could feel their excitement growing, their breaths quickening as they watched the screen, her body contorting in pleasure. The cameramen had switched places, capturing every angle of her being used and enjoyed.

Their thrusts grew more frenzied, their moans and grunts filling the room. Yunjin's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself climbing towards another peak. Her body was a whirlwind of sensation, a symphony of pain and pleasure that had her teetering on the edge.

And then it was too much. The two cocks inside her pushed her over the edge, and she squirted once more, the force of it spraying against their stomachs. The man in her mouth pulled out, his cock shiny with her saliva and the juices that leaked from her pussy. He stroked himself, his eyes never leaving hers, and she knew what was coming next.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cum painting her face and neck in thick ropes. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she swallowed, the taste of him mixing with the remnants of the others' cum still coating her tongue. It was a heady mix, one that had her pussy clenching around the two cocks still buried inside her.

The other two didn't last much longer, their bodies tensing as they reached their own climaxes. They filled her up, their cum mixing with the others' until she was drenched in it. Her pussy was a slick mess, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms.

The crewmen pulled out of her, their cocks glistening with her juices. They stepped back, panting, their eyes never leaving her. Yunjin could feel their gaze like a physical touch, a reminder of the power she wielded over them.

The next round of men approached, their excitement palpable. She was spread out on the bed like a feast, her limbs trembling from the relentless assault of pleasure. One man claimed her mouth, his cock pushing past her lips as she took him deep. His taste was different, a new flavor to add to the cocktail of desire that already filled her. She moaned around him, her tongue swirling as she sucked him off with newfound enthusiasm.

Her pussy was the target of the second man, his cock pushing into her with ease. She was so wet, so loose from the constant pounding, that she could feel every inch of him as he filled her up. And the third? He didn't wait for an invitation, plunging straight into her ass without preamble. The pain was sharp, but she was too lost in the haze of pleasure to care. Her body was no longer her own, a mere receptacle for their lust.

They fucked her like this for what felt like hours, the room a blur of bodies and sweat. Each time she thought she couldn't take anymore, she'd squirt again, her body betraying her with its insatiable hunger for more. She could feel their hands everywhere, groping her breasts, her thighs, her ass. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that had her writhing on the bed.

And when they were done, they'd pull out, their cum dripping from her.

The day of the gangbang continued, and with each round, Yunjin found herself craving the feeling of being completely filled. The two cocks inside her pussy brought a new level of fullness she never knew existed, stretching her to her limits. The third cock in her mouth was a constant reminder of her role in this depraved dance, a silent conductor keeping her in tune with their desires. And she squirted, time and time again, her body's involuntary response to the relentless onslaught of pleasure.

The men took turns, a never-ending line of eager participants ready to claim their share of the idol. The bed beneath her grew slick with a mix of her juices and their cum, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air. Yet she remained unfazed, her body a canvas for their lust, her pussy a fountain that never ran dry. The men marveled at her ability to keep going, her squirts growing more powerful with each new cock that filled her.

The cameramen circled like vultures, capturing every moment in high definition. They zoomed in on her gaping pussy, the way her ass cheeks clenched around the dick pumping in and out of her, the droplets of cum that adorned her face like a macabre necklace. Her moans grew louder, her squirts more intense, and the room echoed with the slap of flesh and the wet sounds of sex.

Yunjin's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, a delirious mix of pain and pleasure that blurred the lines of reality. She could feel herself slipping away, becoming nothing more than a collection of nerve endings and orgasms. And yet, she couldn't stop. Her body responded to their touch like a marionette to their master's strings, her pussy clenching around them, her mouth eagerly taking them in, her eyes never leaving the camera lens that bore into her soul. She was a goddess of desire, a queen of lust, and she reveled in every moment of it.

The day dragged on, a never-ending procession of cocks and cum. Two men claimed her ass, their thick rods stretching her to the point of pain. She could feel their excitement, their hunger for her body. Her moans grew deeper, her voice hoarse from screaming, as they pounded into her with an unbridled fury that seemed to resonate through the very core of her being. And yet, she never stopped squirting. Her pussy was a geyser, a fountain of pleasure that seemed to have no end.

Her throat was raw from swallowing their seed, her mouth a cavern of saliva and cum. The taste lingered on her tongue, a reminder of her complete submission to their will. But she didn't care. She craved it, craved the feeling of being used, of being the center of their lust. Her body was their plaything, and she was more than happy to oblige.

The room was a cacophony of grunts and slaps, of flesh on flesh, of wet squelches and guttural moans. The men took her in every position imaginable, pushing her to her limits and beyond. Her pussy was stretched and filled, her ass pummeled until she was sure she could take no more. And yet, she kept going, her body responding to their touch with a ferocity that surprised even her. With each squirt, she felt a surge of power, a sense of control that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her eyes remained locked on the camera, the red light a beacon in the sea of sweat and semen. She knew that her groupmates were watching, knew that they were waiting for their turn. The thought of it only made her wetter, her squirts more intense. She was the star of this show, the prize to be claimed, and she loved every second of it. Her body was theirs, and she would give them everything they wanted and more.

As the final spurts of cum painted her face and chest, the men withdrew, their cocks glistening with her juices. They were spent, their chests heaving with exhaustion. But Yunjin was insatiable. She licked her lips, tasting the salt and musk, and felt a new wave of arousal crash over her. Her pussy was still pulsing, begging for more.

"Now," she purred, "it's time for your golden shower." The men looked at each other, grinning like hyenas that had just found a fresh kill. They lined up, their cocks still hard, and began to piss on her. The warmth of their urine was surprisingly soothing against her over-sensitive skin, a stark contrast to the fiery lust that had consumed her moments ago. She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting the streams wash over her, filling her mouth and running down her throat.

Her body was a canvas, a masterpiece of depravity and desire. The piss rained down on her, her skin shimmering under the fluorescent lights. She felt the warm liquid pooling in her belly button, running down her sides to drench the couch beneath her. Her hair was matted to her forehead, and her makeup had long ago been washed away, leaving her bare and exposed in a way she had never been before. Yet, she had never felt more alive.

As the last of the men zipped up and left the room, she lay there, panting and trembling, a mess of sticky cum and piss. The room was silent except for the sound of her own breathing and the drip-drip-drip of their seed slowly leaving her body. But she wasn't done yet. Her pussy was still swollen, still begging for release.

With a wicked smile, she reached down to touch herself, her fingers slipping easily into her soaked hole. She began to masturbate, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving the camera. The director had told her to keep filming, to show everyone what a good little slut she could be. And she was going to give him a show.

Her hand moved faster, her hips bucking as she chased the elusive high of another orgasm. The room grew hotter, the scent of sex and bodily fluids thick in the air. She could feel it building, the pressure in her belly growing until it was all she could focus on. And when it hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over her and leaving her gasping for air.

Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming around her hand as she squirted once more, the final release a testament to her endurance. The camera kept rolling, capturing every second of her descent into carnality. And when she was finally spent, she collapsed against the couch, a sigh of pure contentment escaping her lips.

The director's voice broke through the silence. "Good girl," he said, his tone one of admiration and possession. "You've done well. But don't think it's over yet. You're going to need to clean up before the next round." And with that, he hung up the phone, leaving her alone in the apartment, her body aching and her mind racing with anticipation for what was to come.

*i am sorry if it's to short

[saetiate]

itoshi rin x f!reader smut, portal sex, lowk witchcraft (sigils mean that his sex toy = your pussy basically), very slight semi-public don't get caught stuff (you don't actually get caught), oral f!receiving, p in v word count: 1.75k author's note: please save me i'm deranged

Rin has loved you for years.

He twists his phone in his hand, your contact name right at the top of his notifications. Just thinking about confessing to you has his insides turning, makes him want to slam his head into the nearest wall. He'd rather waterboard himself than say something.

He almost runs into the old lady that holds a hand up to stop him in his tracks.

She tells him that he "seems to be in a bit of a predicament," which he doesn't get at all. But then he looks up as she lead him into a little store right next to a sex shop, handing him something in one hand, the other hand holding up the little machine for making a payment.

Imagine her whilst you use this.

That's easy enough. He's been imagining having you for years. Memorized what your laugh sounds like, twinkling windchimes; how your face looks when you smile.

The toy part is new though. He turns it around. There's a little image near the base of it, like a drawing of some sort.

God, this is so dumb. He knows it even as he lays down in bed and closes his eyes. But then he finds himself all-too-easily imagining your thighs clasped around his head, the taste of you fresh on his tongue.

You're at work when it starts.

You're in the pantry getting a necessary pick-me-up coffee between lunch and the end of the work day when you start to feel something between your legs that makes all your movements stop. Something that has wetness blooming immediately. You try to shake it, keep the thought boxed up in the back of your mind, but you- you can feel it. Can feel something between your legs even when you know logically there's nothing there.

The only thing you know is you've got to get out of here. Away from your coworkers and their gossip session in the corner, the girl kicking the printer at the end of the corridor as you stumble into your office. You quickly pull on the blinds to shut them, only half-registering locking the door before you're falling into your seat.

What the fuck.

It feels like a searing hot, wet tongue is cleaving right between your folds. Your hand clamps around your mouth with a slap, hyperaware of the feet you can see walking by your office right at the bottom of your blinds. Hyperaware that anyone could still knock, have a question or need an update.

You've always been glad to have your own office, but you've never been quite so grateful now. When your legs are clasped together so tight they ache, and slick drips down your cunt.

The worst part might be that the only person that's running through your mind throughout all this is Rin.

Rin, who you've known for years. Who has been a stable friend. Who you know is attractive to the point of model-beauty, successful and busy and you're being forced to come to terms with the fact that this is not the first time you've thought of him like this. Clear blue eyes that peek past your inner thighs and lap at your cunt with so much fervor you're almost embarrassed.

You swear you can feel the tap of the tip of his tongue over your clit, the precise way it circles around that has you leaning over your desk, gripping it tight. It's a miracle you haven't made a loud enough sound to disturb. You feel the wave of your orgasm coming to you fast. How long has it been since you've had someone eat you out so vigorously? How is it so clear in your mind to the point where you can feel every movement, unpredictable even to you?

You feel a tongue lap over your clit again and again, the noise of the office outside turned background as the coil in your gut turns tight and you're keening over, coming hard in your chair, so wet you're half worried about whether it's seeped through your work clothes.

You think that's it, and then —

It gets so much worse.

You can feel something entering you, a hardened phantom-cock that slides past your wet folds with ease, every inch sinking in. You squeal behind your hand, shutting your eyes tight.

This you can't just be imagining, not when you can feel the stretch of your pussy accommodating for what's entering you. It slides back out of you just a little before pushing in even further, so big it feels like it's bullying you. You think you can almost feel the warmth radiating off of it from between your legs.

You can't help but moan when you finally reach what you think (hope) is the base, cock head pressed so deep in you that you feel stuffed full.

~

Rin half-thinks he's losing his mind, crazy with how hot and wet what is supposed to be a toy feels as he slides it over his cock. Are sex toys supposed to feel like this? It's so tight around his cock, contracting on its own, he feels like he's being pushed out. He tries to pull out just a little, only to feel like he's being sucked in instead. Like even you can't decide how you want him.

He gives in to his own temptation, pressing in despite the way it feels like a vice wrapped around his cock, and resistance gives way to slick, wetness dripping over and coating his member.

He feels dizzy with need as he presses in close, until the toy is around the whole of his cock, right at the base, the head of his cock hitting the back of it. Everything is warm and wet as he can't help the way his hips thrust up into it anyways.

~

You feel the phantom cock lodge deeper inside you even as you mentally beg to no one that you're so full, that there's no way you can take any more.

The way it fucks into you is with an intensity you've never experienced before, pressing into you over and over again. Your heart beats fast in your chest; the thrusts a little too fast, too deep to what you're used to. You want them to slow down and keep going all at once, slumping over your desk in a silent scream.

~

He imagines you in different ways, clear like sunlit water, something that both scares him and makes his dick throb. Underneath him, pressing your thighs close to your chest, slamming into you with his mouth against the column of your neck, and then lapping up your sweat in the valley between your breasts. On top of him, his hands on your waist as he brings you up and down over his cock.

All Rin can think about is how good it feels, your pussy wrapped around his cock. How you'd look under him, flushed and pretty. He wants to drop his head in the crux of your shoulder, breathe you in, listen to you moan and whine. He can feel your slick drip down his cock, how you're clenching around him so hard it makes him hiss and grit his teeth.

"Fuck," the words leave him in a heated exhale. "Gonna-"

~

The way his cock fucks into you is so pointed, something that feels like lithe fingers circling your clit until stars burst into your vision. Another heated hand feels seared to your side, pulling you down over his cock.

Your hand is wrapped around your mouth so tightly, afraid to make a noise, your breath coming hard and fast as starlight sparks up your spine, a desperate mewl leaving the back of your throat.

Hearing Rin groan next to your ear, more real than you have ever imagined before — that has you crashing hard into an orgasm.

~

Rin feels your walls get impossibly tighter around him. He wants to see you like this in reality. Wants to see if you really arch your back in exact way he's imagining, wants to press a long kiss to your lips as his hot breath pants over your skin.

Your cheek pressed against his cheek, saying his name. The details all come together. An embarrassing dream he will never admit to anyone, something as soft as his name on your lips and your skin pressed against his, enough to run him entirely speechless, making him rut into the toy, and has him spilling into it.

~

Fractured breaths make their way up your throat as you come to your senses, spell like a fog descending and dissipating into the ground.

You're in your office. You can make out the click-clacking of keyboards outside the room, light chatter, the sound of your emails coming in.

Oh, fuck. How long were you out for? You can feel the mess between your legs, your pussy both is dripping and isn't, your slick soaking your panties, damp against your inner thighs.

But somehow it's… not as much as you initially thought it was? How it felt?

Your hands find your phone before you can think it through, tapping Rin's contact, something both impulsive and natural.

~

Rin's vision finally blinks into reality, the vision of you still like a lingering dream, toy still in his hand. He touches the inside of the toy curiously, a finger tracing the inner wall.

He swears it didn't feel like that when he had his dick inside of it. It felt softer, warmer, slick with need.

Whatever. He probably just imagined it, in his insanity of want for you. He cleans the toy out and chucks it in a box, a dark hidden corner where he doesn't have to see the scam he bought ever again.

And then his phone starts buzzing.

He picks up on fifth ring, after the shock leaves his system.

"Rin?"

"Yeah." He clears his throat, gulping down the emotions he brought up just moments ago.

"Hey! Hey, um. Haha. So I get off work in like, just over an hour ish? Do you wanna- um," he swears your voice sounds almost shaky, out of breath. "Do you wanna get dinner or something? I mean, it's been a while since we met up, hasn't it? And you're like, off-season or something, right?"

Rin spins around to eye where he just threw the toy.

"Yeah." His back hits the wall behind him, a small, soft smile tilting up the corners of his mouth just slightly. "Okay."

hi hello here's the rin version! so the diff between the sae and rin versions is that rin isn't really thinking about why or how this is happening in the moment HAHA he's much more pleasure chasing than sae going what the actual hell is happening and continuing anyways :> OKAY sorry for the wait for this and i hope you enjoyed!!!

[hcneymooners]

⋆ arcane but it's a private university au ( for the girls: pt. ii )

ice princess!f!reader x multi. f!characters. men & minors dni.

synopsis: private university!arcane headcanons but it’s really specific bc it’s based on my time at catholic private school except this au is just a private hold the catholic.

cw: this part contains scenarios for jinx, sevika, & ambessa. writing for jinx was actually my favorite portion (ambessa, please forgive me.) suggestive content. notes: i love them so bad. you can find part one here. i didn't include the intro since i did it in the first one! i love you.

jinx : the "bad influence." 

୨୧ the two of you met mid-sprint, fleeing a party broken up by the police. it was one of those raw, electric moments where adrenaline surges and strangers become allies in chaos.

୨୧ in the frenzied escape, she tripped, her knees hitting the pavement hard. without hesitation, you yanked her up, kicking away an overzealous officer with surprising precision.

୨୧ all you caught were glimpses: two impossibly long blue braids swinging like a pendulum and wide, heavily-lashed pink eyes that lingered on yours, a strange curiosity etched into their neon stare.

୨୧ your fingers found hers without thinking, and together you ran—your heeled feet stumbling across glitter-streaked concrete littered with shattered glass and discarded red cups.

୨୧ the chase ended in a hole-in-the-wall thai spot, rain pouring in sheets outside. bundled in your oversized vintage fur coat, dark brown and impossibly warm, you glanced at her—soaked, shivering, and unapologetically smug.

୨୧ against every instinct, you shifted, lifting the bulk of your coat to drape over her smaller frame. pressed close, you felt the cold bite of her skin and the cherry tang of her perfume, thick and sharp. her stomach—toned, pale, and adorned with vibrant tattoos—drew your attention as it flexed when she flagged down the waitress.

୨୧ she was so deeply beautiful and so fucking close to you and you’re shivering and wet together.

୨୧ silence settled between you as she grew overly familiar, stealing bites from your plate and feeding you egg rolls with a crooked grin. her nails scraped against your bottom lip, and she laughed when you blinked, stunned, swallowing more than just food.

୨୧ at some point, she leaned in, stealing a sip from your drink, her lips lingering on the rim.

୨୧ you paid.

୨୧ "thanks, ice princess," she murmured as you left. only then did it hit you—she knew you. you must’ve crossed paths on campus, and yet, she felt like a stranger from a different world.

୨୧ she pressed a glossy pink kiss to your cheek, saluted with mock reverence, and vanished into the seedy underbelly of the city.

୨୧ you thought about her for weeks.

୨୧ you didn’t expect to see her again. but days later, there she was on campus, leaning against the vending machine in your dorm building like she belonged there.

୨୧ “ice princess,” she greeted, that crooked grin pulling at her lips. “guess we’re neighbors.”

୨୧ you didn’t know what to say. it was one thing to pull a stranger out of trouble and share a meal in some forgotten corner of the city. it was another to see her here, part of your world, like she’d been there all along.

୨୧ she started showing up more often after that—slipping into your study sessions at the library, tagging along when you grabbed coffee. she was loud and reckless, her laughter echoing off the quiet walls, drawing stares that you pretended not to notice.

୨୧ it wasn’t long before she started pushing you out of your comfort zone. sneaking you into underground parties, dragging you to rooftop hangouts where the city stretched out beneath you, glittering and endless.

୨୧ she made you feel alive in a way you hadn’t realized you were missing.

୨୧ you couldn’t stop staring at her tattoos, the colorful, intricate designs that covered her stomach and arms. one night, without thinking, you reached out to trace a line along her skin.

୨୧ she caught your hand before you could pull back, her fingers curling around yours. “you like ‘em, huh, mama?” she said, her voice low and teasing. your cheeks burned, and you stammered something incoherent, but she only laughed, pressing your palm flat against her stomach. “gonna get one just for you. we can match.”

୨୧ she had a habit of being overly familiar—feeding you bites of her food, letting her fingers linger against your lips as you swallowed. one time, her thumb brushed your bottom lip, and you caught her smirk as she let her teeth graze her fork, slow and deliberate.

୨୧ you knew you were falling for her. it was impossible not to. the way she leaned in close when she talked, her perfume sweet and enticing, her lips always just a little too close. the way she made you feel like the only person in the room, even in a crowd.

୨୧ not everyone saw her the way you did. when someone from your social circle made a snide comment about her, you didn’t hesitate to defend her. “she’s smarter than all of you combined,” you snapped, your voice colder than ice. “and she’s got more heart than you’ll ever understand.”

୨୧ it was after that that she started pulling away. her laughter came less easily, her touch less frequent.

୨୧ “you don’t get it,” she told you one night, her voice brittle. “i’m… broken. you shouldn’t—”

୨୧ “jinx,” you interrupted, your tone firm but gentle. “i’m from a legacy family. and, according to my family, i "choose" to like girls. i’m definitely fucked up. so how could i judge you?”

୨୧ she stared at you for a long moment, her eyes softening, and for the first time, she was at a loss for words.

୨୧ your first kiss wasn’t rushed or reckless. it was quiet, heavy with the weight of everything building between you. 

୨୧ you were sitting together on the roof of her sister’s apartment, the city lights stretching out below, and she was looking at you like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

୨୧ “you’re staring,” you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.

୨୧ “yeah,” she said, her grin softer than you’d ever seen it. “so what?”

୨୧ before you could answer, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours like a question. when you didn’t pull away, she kissed you deeper, her hand cupping your jaw, her thumb tracing your cheekbone.

୨୧ she tasted like strawberry chapstick and danger, and you never wanted to let her go. when she finally pulled back, her forehead resting against yours, she smiled.

୨୧ “told you,” she murmured, her voice soft and warm. “you’re stuck with me now.”

୨୧ you smiled back, cheeks aching. "i'm not stuck. i'm right where i want to be." ୨୧ she leaned back, dragging you into her lap. a slender finger dipped into your skirt's waistband and fingered the lace dip of your panties. your breath hitched, and she kissed your throat. "c'mon. lemme hear you, mama."

୨୧ from that moment on, you were hers—completely, irrevocably hers.

p.s you say fuck it, choose her over your fuck ass homophobic family, get disowned, get married, start a million dollar engineering empire, & have isha. 

sevika: the older student.

୨୧ you first noticed her in your advanced biochem lab—all sharp angles and calculated movements, her mechanical arm gleaming under fluorescent lights as she measured solutions with military precision. 

୨୧ sevika was notorious among grad students: brilliant, ruthless, and absolutely not interested in working with undergrads. which made it particularly unfortunate when professor silco paired you together for the semester's research project.

୨୧ she was older than most students—whispers said she dropped out years ago and came back after “handling some things.” no one was brave enough to ask what that meant, but her reputation kept most people at arm’s length.

୨୧ her expression when your name was called could have curdled milk. you lifted your chin, met her gaze steadily, and pretended your heart wasn't racing. 

୨୧ sevika didn’t bother to introduce herself. she just crossed her arms over her broad chest and grumbled, “you’re doing the talking.” her voice was low, almost lazy.

୨୧ "i'm not carrying dead weight," she said at your first session. you noticed a scar bisecting her left eye, the way her jaw clenched when she spoke. "if we're doing this, we do it my way." “thought you said i’d be talking,” you snapped back.

୨୧ 'her way' meant late nights in the lab, your designer clothes traded for practical cotton, hair pulled back from your face. she worked you relentlessly, expecting perfection in every measurement, every calculation. but beneath her harsh exterior, you caught glimpses of something else—the way she'd correct your form without mockery, how she'd appear with coffee when your hands started shaking from exhaustion.

୨୧ it was after one of these late sessions that it happened. you were walking back to your dorm, mind fuzzy with fatigue and feet stumbling, when rough hands grabbed you from behind. before you could scream, a low voice cut through the darkness: "let her go, or i remove your hands permanently."

୨୧ sevika stood there, golden eyes burning in the streetlight, her mechanical arm whirring softly. the would-be mugger took one look at her and ran. you stayed frozen, heart thundering in your chest, until she clicked her tongue in disapproval. “get it together, princess. come on."

୨୧ she led you to an alcove and watched you flutter with delayed panic like a bird, mouth twisted with an unreadable expression. "you need to learn to defend yourself," she said finally. it wasn't a suggestion. you opened your mouth to argue, but she cut you off. “gym. tomorrow. six am. wear something you can actually move in."

୨୧ that's how you found yourself spending your mornings with sevika, learning to throw punches and break holds. she was a harsh teacher, but her hands were surprisingly gentle when correcting your stance. "again," she'd say, and you'd try to ignore how your skin tingled where she touched.

୨୧ soon enough, she started showing up wherever you were—whether it was a coffee shop, the library, or your favorite bench on campus. “just passing through,” she claimed. still, the way she always ended up sitting beside you said otherwise. she knew you were anxious, your body tensing whenever someone passed by. your airpods haven’t been in noise cancellation mode for three weeks.

୨୧ her mechanical arm fascinated you. one day, you asked about it, your curiosity outweighing your hesitation. she shrugged, but you caught the faintest twitch of a smile when you told her you thought it was beautiful.

୨୧ the project evolved, and so did whatever was growing between you. she started letting you help maintain her arm, teaching you the intricate mechanisms. your fingers would brush as you worked, and sometimes she'd let them linger. "careful," she'd murmur, but you were never sure if she meant with the machinery or with her.

୨୧ in these moments, she had a way of looking at you that made your stomach flip—like she was sizing you up, deciding if you’re worth her time. 

୨୧ you began to seek her out. the first time you loitered in the parking lot of her condo, fingers twitching nervously as you texted that you stopped by. she opened the door and lounged against the doorway, thick thighs bared by her boxers and skin gleaming from a recent workout. she laughed as you gasped and turned away.

୨୧ “what the fuck, sevika!” “princess, we have the same parts. they probably would feel real nice pushed togeth—“ “SEVIKA.”

୨୧ she pushed you out of your comfort zone in quiet, deliberate ways. you’re dragged to the campus bar, taught how to play pool (and lose), and laughing when you scratch on the break. “you’re hopeless, princess,” she teased, her smirk revealing her perfect gap teeth.

୨୧ her teasing was relentless, and she always called you “princess” and sometimes “baby girl” like it was on your birth certificate. you flushed every time, which only encouraged her.

୨୧ the first time you successfully pinned her during a self-defense session, she actually laughed—a rich, surprised sound that made your heart stutter. "not bad, baby girl,” she said, still beneath you, her organic hand warm on your hip. you became acutely aware of your position, of how close her face was to yours. neither of you moved for a long moment.

୨୧ if you’re becoming way too possessive of her, sue you. you’re the only undergrad who’s smuggled yourself under her wing and you’d like to keep it that way, goddamnit. you were never good at sharing anyway.

୨୧ it came to a head at an afterparty, your eye twitching as you watched some bitch (sorry!) trace her talons across sevika’s waist, which was framed admirably by a dark pair of jeans that were practically painted on.

୨୧ it only took a few seconds for you to stomp across the room and root a hand around her neck, drawing her into a searing kiss. you kissed her like you were trying to draw juice from her lips, moaning as she tugged you in closer.

୨୧ she kissed like she fought—precise, demanding, taking no prisoners. she backed you against the counter, knocking over a bottle of malibu, mechanical hand cool against your hips. “didn’t know you had it in you,” she laughed. “shut up, sevika. my god.” you grabbed her collar, reeled her back in.

୨୧ "you're my special girl,” she'd tell you later, tracing patterns on your skin with metal fingers. “the only one i give a fuck about. no competition.” her voice was bleeding with affection, and you curled into her side. she pressed kisses to your hair and leaned over to set an alarm for the both you—one for her, four for you.

୨୧ it worked, somehow—your refined, gilded edges against her sharp ones. you learned to throw a punch; she learned that you would lock her out if she didn’t allow you to spoil her relentlessly. “princess, i already have a bike.” “keep talking, honey, and i’ll purchase the whole dealership.” “now—“

୨୧ "you're trying to kill me slowly,” she grumbled, watching you charm your way through department gatherings. but she'd be there anyway, a solid presence at your back, her mechanical hand resting possessively at your waist. and when you'd lean into her touch, she'd hide her smile in your hair.

୨୧ if anyone found it strange to see the ice princess curled up in the lap of the most feared grad student on campus, well, one look from sevika's narrowed eyes was enough to silence any commentary.

୨୧ you were a fucking princess, both in real life and in her bed, but fuck you were hers. and sevika protected what was hers.

ambessa medarda : the professor. 

୨୧ you first saw her across a dimly lit hotel bar. you were three drinks in, mascara smeared from crying after the worst fight yet with your mother. "disappointing," she'd called you. "ungrateful." all because you refused to date the son of her country club friends.

୨୧ “mommy, please,” you’d sobbed. “i’m not ungrateful. i just don’t love him.” she’d left you with the dial tone.

୨୧ you rubbed a fist across your face like a child, attempting to gather yourself. your phonecall was denied again, and you winced at the tinny voice of your mother’s voicemail, setting it down and turning it off. god, this was the worst thing to happen to you in a long time. 

୨୧ with a sigh, you glanced up at the mirror behind the bar. she was looking right back. 

୨୧ the woman was striking—white locs swept into an elegant updo, wearing a low-cut red dress that hugged her body tightly. she moved like a lioness, back flexing as she hunkered down over the glossy wood. her golden eyes met yours, and your stomach began to spin. you knew this was the beginning of a dangerous game.

୨୧ after a minute she walked over, hands bearing water instead of another drink. "crying in bars rarely solves anything, little one," she said, her accent rich and heady. when you tried to argue, she simply raised an eyebrow, and you found yourself downing the glass in its entirety. 

୨୧ you kept eye contact as you swallowed, tongue peeking out to lap at the remnants along your lips.

୨୧ you don't remember who moved first. but you remember her hands—strong, calloused—gripping your thighs. remember her voice, rough with want, whispering against your neck. remember the way she claimed you, leaving mottled marks you'd find days later.

୨୧ you remember waking up alone in her hotel room, a glass of water and two aspirin on the nightstand. no note. just the lingering scent of her perfume—spiced and earthy—on the sheets.

୨୧ you tried to forget her. tried to forget how she'd called you “sweet girl” when you'd bitten her shoulder, how she'd laughed darkly and pinned your hands above your head, called you “easy” when you sobbed out pitiful demands for her to go harder and faster, do destroy you from the inside out.

୨୧ then came the first day of advanced military history.

୨୧ "good morning, class. i'm professor medarda."

୨୧ your blood ran cold. there she stood—your favorite fantasy, your most well-spent drunken night—looking devastatingly beautiful in a tailored suit. her eyes found yours immediately, and you saw the recognition flash in them, followed by something darker, more primal.

୨୧ you tried to drop the class. she denied your request personally.

୨୧ "running away?" she asked during mandatory office hours, pouring tea from an ornate set. "that's not the fierce girl i remember. you scratched me all up.”

୨୧ your cheeks burned. "professor—"

୨୧ "ambessa," she corrected, sliding the tea across her desk. “i think we’re past the formalities.”

୨୧ you couldn't avoid her. she called on you in class, her voice caressing your name. kept you after lectures to "discuss your work." you told yourself the tension would fade.

୨୧ it didn't.

୨୧ "i need a teaching assistant," she announced one evening, when you'd stayed too late reviewing your paper. "someone sharp. strategic. devoted.” her fingers brushed yours as she took your empty teacup. "interested?"

୨୧ you should have said no. you should have viewed her wolfish grin as a red flag, grabbed your shit, and hauled ass. instead, you heard yourself say, “of course.”

୨୧ being her TA meant late nights in her office, her perfume making you dizzy with memories. meant watching her command rooms full of students while remembering how she'd commanded your body. it meant pretending you couldn't feel her eyes on you, hungry and possessive.

୨୧ "we should establish some boundaries,” you said finally, after weeks of delicious torture.

୨୧ "should we?" she moved like a predator, backing you against her desk. "or should we discuss how you keep shivering when i get too close?"

୨୧ your breath caught. "this is inappropriate."

୨୧ “mmm, entirely," she agreed, one hand sliding into your hair, the other around your neck. “now, tell me to stop."

୨୧ you didn’t. 

୨୧ “little minx,” she murmured and you kissed her, surging forward and into her lap.

୨୧ it became your secret—stolen moments in her office after hours, weekends at her apartment where she'd cook elaborate dishes and tear your papers to shreds, nights where she'd make you forget your own name and squeal hers.

୨୧ “good girl” she'd murmur against your skin, switching to noxian when you drove her too far. she ordained you with names that meant something far more possessive and crude in her native tongue.

୨୧ the whole thing made you feel deliciously stained and you sought her out to purify you time and time again. you kept it hidden until graduation. until you had your degree in hand and nothing left to lose.

୨୧ the scandal was delicious—respected professor medarda and her former student, now openly living together. your mother was horrified. society whispered.

୨୧ "regrets?" ambessa asked one morning, watching you sip the spiced coffee you'd grown to love.

୨୧ you thought of that night at the bar, of all the paths that led you here. "never."  it turned out some mistakes are worth making twice.

© hcneymooners.

[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 12

Kinktober Masterlist vi coactus - "under duress" Simon "Ghost" Riley/TF141 x f!reader Kinks > SHAME, forced orgasms, bimbo/dumbification Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

“Under duress” — A quick exfil means limited seats in the TAC-V. Simon lets you sit on his lap, but it’s a really bumpy road. When you realize that his thigh is the perfect shape, and that it’s pressing against your most sensitive spot, there’s not much you can do to stop yourself. Might as well enjoy the ride.

Warnings: SHAME! EMBARRASSMENT! SHAME!!!!, mean teasing, slut shaming, it's not non-con but no one asks for permission; this truck is not a safe-space.

No one said a word. Once the noise of the petrol explosion and the machine guns faded from your ears, all that you could hear was the rattle and rumble of the engine of the TAC-V. The mission had been successful, but barely. You’d secured the package, but it had cost you the chopper exfil that you’d been desperately counting on. What was a quick twenty minute flight was now an eight hour drive through the bumpiest mountain road known to man, and you were sitting on Ghost’s lap for the entire trip.

The TAC-V sat two in front and three in back, so with Price and Gaz up in the driver and passenger seats, you should have been able to fit in the rear with Ghost and Soap. But, the care package was taking up your spot. As the smallest member of the squad, you were relegated to lap-status, much to your audible dismay. 

“Shut your mouth and get in the truck, Corporal!” Price had shouted, spraying cover fire over the hood of the vehicle. 

So, that’s where you found yourself. Mouth shut. Seat secured. 

There was only one problem. Ghost’s thighs were enormous. He never skipped leg day, and when you tried to sit against his hips to distribute your weight, his gear vest was in the way. So, he’d shifted you over onto his right thigh, forcing you to straddle him, and now you could feel… everything. 

Every time Price hit another bump – which was once or twice every few seconds at this point – Ghost’s rock-solid quad muscle would jerk up into your pussy, shaking your most sensitive bits. It was savage, but it was making your body respond in ways that you did not appreciate. And now, you were in the middle of fighting off the most embarrassing orgasm of your life. 

You could feel how wet you were through the canvas pants you were wearing. Your panties were soaked in the first hundred kilometers, so they were useless against your slick pleasure. Soon, Ghost would be able to feel the warm stain of your cunt imprinting itself on his own trousers, and there was nothing you could do about it. 

You had tried to shift away in the beginning of this trip, rotating your hips back and forth, trying to search for a less-shameful angle, but he had grumbled, 

“Sit still, love. Tha’s enough squirmin’ around.”

His hand had reached out to secure your hip, pulling you down into a deep seated position, crushing your soft lips against his thigh and spreading them apart unknowingly.

You’d managed to suffer in pure silence so far, but that was becoming more and more challenging as the ride got rougher. The desire to roll your hips against him to take the edge off of the blinding friction you were experiencing was mind-numbing. You were sweaty from battle and now you were sweaty from nerve-racking lust, and there was no escape. You still had hundreds of kilometers to go, and you didn’t know what you were going to do.

Your body knew exactly what it was going to do, though. It was going to come whether you wanted to or not. 

“You alright, lass? Car sick?” Johnny asked, peering over at you as your head rested against the driver’s headrest in front of you. 

“Need a break, babes?” Gaz turned in his seat to check on you. 

“No can do,” Price shook his head and peered at you in the rearview mirror, “Still in the red zone. We can’t stop here and expect to make it out without drawing unwanted attention.” 

“Here,” Gaz reached back and unclipped your vest, “At least take this off so you can catch a breath.”

You let him slip the vest off your shoulders and stuff it in the footwell on the floor in front of him. He passed you his canteen, and you tried to open it with trembling hands. 

“She’s not fuckin’ sick,” Ghost hissed, grabbing the canteen and opening it for you before lifting it to your lips so you could drink.

The rest of the truck-full of men waited to hear the rest of Ghost’s explanation. You felt heat rush to your cheeks in painful humiliation as you waited for him to reveal your predicament. You knew, now, that he could feel you. You had thought you’d gotten away with it so far, but it was too obvious. He could feel the wet, sticky patch on his quad growing with every tremulous shake of the truck, and he knew what was happening to you. You could almost hear the jeering smile on his lips when he told them, 

“She needs a quick wank, innit that right, Corporal?”

You tried to keep your eyes trained on the floor, but you had to see what their faces looked like. You lifted your gaze to meet Price’s bright blue eyes in the mirror, the evidence of Ghost’s truth written all over your expression. 

The silence was broken up only by the road noise. No one spoke and no one breathed. You looked to Gaz and saw his mouth open in shock, curling at the edge of his lip with a boyish glee. Soap’s brow was furrowed in disbelief,

“S’that true, bonnie?”

Ghost didn’t even give you a chance to answer him. He shoved his gloved hand under your crotch as if to feel the evidence on his hand that he was sensing on his thigh, chuckling at your sorry predicament,

“Bumpy road, been wet and warm for almost an hour. Gonna have myself a pretty little pussy stain by the time we get to base. And if I give her somethin’ to work against…”

Your lieutenant curled his fingers that he had shoved underneath you, finding your swollen clit with a surprising ease. As if he’d pushed a button, you let out an obvious moan. You cut it short, unable to hold it back from crawling out of your throat, but the damage was done. 

Silence again, and then Gaz’s low voice,

“Holy fuck.”

Ghost removed his hand and settled back in his seat, keeping his grip on your hips with a steadfast strength. He was looking at you in the mirror along with Price who kept glancing up from the road. The message in Ghost’s eyes was a clear challenge; he wasn’t going to give you any more relief, and if you wanted to come on him, you’d need to figure it out yourself. 

The urge to hump his solid thigh was overwhelming, and now that the cat was out of the bag, you thought it wouldn’t be possible for you to be any more ashamed, so you started to hump your pussy against him, ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly… but, Ghost couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“See? Needy thing’s grindin’ on me. Can’t help yourself, huh, love?”

You shook your head, looking to Price for some sort of rescue, but what could he do? Your captain was driving as fast as he could out of enemy territory, and you were stuck in place, tumbling into an orgasm and suffering the pain of embarrassment in front of your whole squad. 

You moaned, trying to hold your breath, but your whole body shook as you came. Your hole was so wet and burning hot, and you could feel yourself gush as you clenched your muscles around nothing, wishing you had something… someone… inside of you. 

“There she is… good girl,” Ghost teased you, rubbing your back as you shuddered above him, rolling in your high. 

“Did she just…” Soap gaped.

You looked up at him, and even though your eyes begged for pity, you received none from him. He met you with a filthy grin,

“Come over here with me, lass. I’ll give you somethin’ to fuckin’ sit on.”

He reached for your arm, attempting to drag you over the care package, but Ghost jerked his hand away and wrapped his arm around your belly, forcing you to lean back against him, the tools in his vest digging into your flesh,

“She’s fine where she is, Sergeant. Aren’t ya, sweetheart?”

You felt hot tears stinging the corners of your eyes, and you squeezed them shut, whispering,

“I’m s-sorry…”

“Shh, love. Nothin’ to be sorry for. Can’t be fuckin’ helped. C’mon,” he snarled in your ear, his mask smelling like his menthols and sweat, “Beg me to help you. Beg for my fingers, princess.”

“Simon,” Price warned, watching your degradation unfold behind him. 

“Eyes on the bloody road, Cap,” Ghost chuckled, “Bumpy enough back here as it is.”

Gaz hadn’t stopped staring, and you watched in horror as he palmed his hard length over the rough denim of his jeans. 

You felt yourself building to another crescendo, the waves of your first orgasm swelling to threaten a second, easier now that you’d let down so much silky come, allowing your pussy to slip that much faster over Simon’s huge thigh. 

“Beg me, baby,” Ghost growled in your ear, “Beg me to fuckin’ touch you right here where they can all watch me make you come.”

“No…” You gasped, “I can’t… I’m not…”

“Not what? Not a dumb little slut? Oh, sweetheart. Yes, you are. You’re so fuckin’ wet it looks like you pissed yourself. I bet those pretty knickers are fuckin’ ruined, aren’t they?”

He grabbed you by the chin roughly, startling you, making your core clench tight, turned on by his cruel aggression as he almost shouted in your ear, 

“Aren’t they? Tell the fuckin’ truth. Tell it to him,” Ghost’s eyes turned toward the rear view mirror and you looked up at Price, pleading with him for forgiveness in your tone. You mumbled, 

“My panties… are…”

“He can’t hear you, baby.” Ghost held your face, forcing you to look at his captain in the eyes through the reflective glass.

“My panties are ruined, sir.”

“Is that so, Corporal?” Price asked in a low droll, and you saw him readjust himself in his pants before putting both fists back on the steering wheel, gripping it so tight that his knuckles turned as white as bone. 

“Better see for myself, yeah?” Ghost chuckled, unbuttoning your trousers and yanking down the fly. 

He reached inside and grabbed the fabric roughly in his hand and, with a strength that shocked you, he tore them right off of your body with a loud rip, breaking the elastic at the seam and slipping the scrap from under your lips and ass. He held it up for the entire truck to see, showing them how the gray cotton was stained dark from your wetness, how they gleamed in the light of the setting desert sun. 

Soap reached out and snatched them from his hand, and Ghost laughed out loud, watching Johnny shove them to his nose and moan out a breath of satisfaction. 

“Go on, then,” Ghost turned his attention back on you, “Beg me for it. I wanna hear you say please, sir. You got that, Corporal?”

He snaked his hand back down the front of your belly, barely touching your furry mons, resting his gloved finger just above the hood of your clit, touching you with a light, teasing pressure. 

You could feel the rough canvas against your soft pussy now, and the seam was giving you something to grind against, but it was nothing like the feel of a strong finger. You chased another orgasm, but it was just out of reach. You were humping him lewdly, at this point, rocking your hips back and forth with abandon, unable to stop yourself from chasing your second, hard burst of pleasure. 

You bit your lip, struggling with all your might, but you were failing to surge over that exaltant peak. You needed his help, but you didn’t want to beg for it. You couldn’t. You were too dismayed at your fallen state.

You looked at Gaz, hoping he could talk some sense into your lieutenant, but he was jerking himself off with a hand down his pants, watching you through hooded eyes. You turned your gaze to Soap who had your ripped panties in his hand and was using them to wet his own heavy cock, smearing your juices all over his ruddy head. 

Ghost’s grip tightened on your jaw, and he turned your head toward his passenger window, stopping you from looking at the other men, 

“They can’t help you, love. Just me. Now, use your fuckin’ words.”

“Please… touch me,” your voice was barely a whisper.

“Please, what?” He bit back.

“Please touch me, sir,” you whined, sick to your stomach at your own weakness.

“Tha’s a good girl,” he smiled.

He moved his fingers lower, shoving two of them between your lips, applying firm pressure to your clit. He didn’t even need to rub you. Your pussy started to come the moment it had his relief, and you cried out like a paid whore, keening into the hollow cab, rolling your hips against him, chasing your crashing orgasm. 

Then, he started to move his hand frantically, rubbing you back and forth, dragging out your bursting come even further than you thought was possible, turning one orgasm into two, back to back, a painful overstimulation, enough to make your body convulse from his effort.

“No, no… oh, fuck!” You screamed, trying to close your legs but his thigh was in the way, and all you could do was ride him. 

“Yeah, tha’s it, love. Give it to me. Come on me, you filthy fuckin’ slag. Let ‘em hear what I’m doin’ to this needy cunt.”

“Mmngh! Please… Ghost, please, oh, fuck…” 

“Listen to that sound, lads,” he grunted, commenting on the wet, milking noises your cunt was making under his hand, “Runnin’ like a hot tap.”

“Hurry up, LT,” Soap barked, pulling on his cock with your panties wrapped around the hard shaft like he was furious with it, “I’ll only be so patient.”

Ghost shook his head,

“Tsch, tsch, alright, Johnny. If you insist. C’mon, baby. Keep those legs spread f’me like a good girl, yeah?”

You felt him ruck down the back of your pants and shove them onto your legs, exposing your ass to the whole truck. Then, you felt the tell-tale drag of his cockhead over your folds, and before you could even think to protest, he was shoving himself inside of you, slipping through your slick without much resistance, your wet come helping guide his length all the way up to your womb. 

Once he had whet his prick down to its root in you, he used both hands to lift your hips and slam them back down, using you like a cocksleeve. He was so thick, but your body was primed and ready to take him, and you found yourself without words, only able to moan and whine as he filled you up. 

Gaz reached over, leaning out of his seat to grab your face, turning you towards him so that he could kiss you. You couldn’t even kiss him back, you were so mindless, and he spent most of his time licking your lips and sucking on your tongue as you whimpered for Ghost’s heavy dick, your body jerking up and down as he slammed you onto his steel-hard length repeatedly. 

“Does he feel good, babes?” Gaz asked you, sticking two of his fingers into your mouth and down your throat, making you choke on him until you started to instinctively suck and swallow against him, “Tha’s it. Pretty thing just needed somethin’ in her mouth, didn’t she?”

Every time you choked from Gaz’s hand in your throat, you clenched around Ghost’s cock, and he begged his sergeant for more,

“Choke her again, Garrick. Makes her so fuckin’ tight.”

Gaz laughed, full of mischief, and reached up with his other hand to pinch your nose. Then, inside of your mouth, he pressed his fingers in a downward motion over and over and over, making it feel like he was fucking your face with a throbbing dick, too big for you to breathe. You gagged, and then, when you tried to take a breath, you gagged again, your whole body spasming, fighting for air. You could only suck in short breaths when you opened your mouth wider, and Gaz held the relief of those moments from you for as long as he could. 

Finally, Ghost wrapped both of his hands around your torso and ripped you away from Gaz’s cruel hand, laying you against his chest and fucking his cock up into you from below, creating loud, pornographic slapping sounds that filled the truck. 

“Fuck!” Ghost groaned, “Gonna make me come, love. Say please, baby. C’mon. You can do it. Say it.”

“Dinnae think she’s still with us, LT. Fucked her brains right out of her head,” Soap chuckled. 

“She can do it,” Ghost insisted, “C’mon, sweetheart. You’re not gettin’ my come until I hear you beg for it.”

 You looked at his eyes in the mirror again, not recognizing yourself in such a mindless state of indulgence, drowning in pleasure and losing yourself to it. He was looking at you with such an intensity, you wanted to please him. You wanted to follow his orders. You wanted to show him that you could be such a good girl. 

“P-please…. Please! Ungh, please, sir… Give me your come. Please, sir… I need it. I need it. I need… mmnff-fuck!”

You felt his cock swelling, throbbing, and bursting with hot, sticky ropes of his cream, buried deep inside of your walls, coating the head of your womb as your pussy squeezed out another orgasm, milking him like a hungry mouth. He pulled out a bit only to ram himself back in, deeper this time, stretching to touch the end of your sheath, aching to plant his seed. 

“Fuck, finally,” Soap grunted, reaching over the crate with both hands this time to drag you from Ghost’s lap, “Couldnae wait much longer, LT.”

You felt Ghost’s cock slip from you, spilling his come down your leg, your pants sliding down to your boots as Soap dragged you into his lap.

“There she is,” Gaz smiled, returning to his efforts and shoving his fingers back down your throat, this time shifting them back and forth, massaging your tongue as he fucked you on his hand, “Suck them for me, baby. It’ll be my turn, soon.”

“Better enjoy the easy ride while you can, Corporal,” Price sneered, “You’ve got PT in my quarters as soon as we get back to base. Might take all night.”

As Johnny’s fat dick squeezed into your come-soaked pussy, you wanted to protest. You wanted to make some snide comment back, but your usual biting retorts were unavailable at the moment. You really were blissed out of your mind, and the only thing you could do was fuck and suck like the dumb little slut that you were.

If anyone comments on this OBVIOUSLY TAGGED shame kink fic that it was "too embarrassing to read!! huehueuhe"/"i tried but i couldnt do it. too cringe!", I'm gonna come to your house and shit in your shoes, you coward. Get the fuck off my page.

[jennxxe]

Held, loved, interrupted.

pairing — bobby campbell x fem! reader

summary — bobby and erik have a petty argument and, erik being erik, he tells bobby that his girlfriend is out of his league. cue to bobby showing up at your door like a kicked puppy.

warnings — 18+, body worship, praising, comfort, blow job, sad bobby, cockwarming, cuddling, a lil angst in the beginning but like erik immediately regretted it

a/n — my first request from @pinkberrymilkys! <33

The metal door to the tattoo parlour slammed open with the kind of force that rattled the hinges and echoed through the hollow brick walls. Erik didn’t even flinch. He just kept his back to it, hunched over his station, wiping down a machine he hadn’t touched in over an hour.

Bobby’s footsteps came in heavy. Guilty. Hesitant.

“I said I was sorry,” Bobby muttered, voice tight like a cord pulled too hard. “I lost track of time, alright?”

Erik let out a low laugh. Dry. Mean. “You lost track for four hours?” He turned now, slow, deliberate. His piercings caught the light like warning signs. “Must be some head she’s giving you, huh?”

Bobby stiffened, cheeks flushing. “Don’t—don’t do that. Don’t make it about her.”

“Why not? Seems like everything else is.” Erik stepped closer, tossing the rag onto the tray beside him with a wet slap. “I ask you to close for one night—one—so I can breathe for once, and you vanish off the face of the planet. No call. No text. Just Bobby, playing a bitch to Miss Perfect.”

Bobby’s jaw clenched. “You don’t know her.”

“I know you.” Erik’s voice was quiet now, which was worse than yelling. It felt colder. “You’re acting like some scared little lapdog, like if you stop kissing her ass for five seconds she’ll remember she’s outta your league.”

Silence.

It fell like a dropped weight between them.

Bobby blinked. Once. Twice. Shoulders locked.
His throat worked around a response, but nothing came out at first.

“Wow,” he said finally. “Didn’t know you thought that.”

Erik’s jaw twitched. Regret flashed behind his eyes but he didn’t take it back. He couldn’t. That was the curse of knowing someone too well: you knew where the nerves were, but you also knew how to hit them without drawing blood. Just enough to sting.

“Bobby, I—”

“No. It’s fine.” Bobby’s voice cracked, just a little, and he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets like if he didn’t, they’d shake. “Guess it makes sense. Everyone else is just too polite to say it.”

He turned.

“Bobby.”

But Bobby was already halfway out the door. No yelling. No slamming. Just the jingle of the bell and the soft click of the door closing behind him.

Erik stared at it for a long moment, the shop too quiet now. The kind of quiet that made his skin itch.

He ran a hand through his hair.

Fuck.

The cold air bit at Bobby’s skin, but he didn’t zip his jacket. Didn’t call for a ride. Didn’t stop walking. He didn’t even realize he was heading to your apartment until he was standing in front of your door, knuckles red from the cold, breath fogging in little puffs.

He knocked once. Then again, softer.

You opened the door wearing one of his sweatshirts—the one that was his favourite in high school and he always said you could keep. You looked up at him and tilted your head, smile fading the second you saw his face.

“Bobby?” Soft. Careful.

He blinked at you like he’d just realized where he was.

You stepped aside without asking and he came in like a storm-wrecked thing, quiet, soaked in tension, eyes rimmed red like he’d been keeping something in for miles. He didn’t speak, didn’t sit. Just stood in the middle of your living room with his hands shoved deep in his pockets like he was scared they’d betray him.

You walked up, close enough to touch, but didn’t.

“What happened?”

He shook his head.

“It’s nothing.”

But you knew Bobby. You knew the way he carried his sadness like it was too heavy for his arms. You saw it in his hunched shoulders, in the way his mouth kept twitching like he was biting back everything that wanted to pour out.

So you didn’t ask again. You just stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him.

And that’s when he cracked.

His whole body shuddered like a broken breath. He buried his face in your neck, arms locking around you too tight, like you might vanish if he let go.

“He said you were too good for me,” he mumbled, voice wrecked, muffled in your skin. “Like I’m just… like I’m just some dumb dog hoping you don’t leave.”

Your heart broke and swelled at the same time. You held him tighter, one hand threading into his hair, the other tracing slow circles against his back.

“He doesn’t get to say that, baby” you whispered. “And it’s not true.”

“But what if it is?” It came out like a whimper. Not a question. A fear. “What if you wake up one day and realize I’m not enough?”

You leaned back just enough to take his face in your hands. His eyes were glassy, wide in their pain.

“Bobby,” you said, firm and low, “if I wanted someone else, I wouldn’t be here in your old hoodie with your dumb cologne and your terrible taste in takeout.”

A half-laugh punched out of him, wet and broken. You wiped under his eye with your thumb.

“You think you’re not enough, but you’re everything. You show up. You try. You love like it’s the only thing you know how to do.” You pressed your forehead to his. “That’s more than enough. That’s everything I want.”

He let out a slow, shaky breath. Something deep in him loosened. Broke open and bled clean.

“Can I stay?” he asked quietly, voice small.

“You never have to ask,” you whispered, pulling him to the couch with gentle insistence, fingers laced through his. He sat heavy, like his body hadn’t caught up to the softness of your touch. Like Erik’s words were still echoing under his ribs, shaking loose all the things he was too tired to hold.

He tried to lean forward, elbows on knees, but you stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Uh-uh,” you murmured, gaze steady. “Back.”

He blinked up at you, confused, but obeyed.

The second his back hit the cushions, you climbed into his lap, straddling him slow and easy, like claiming a space that already belonged to you.

“What’re you—”

You pressed your finger to his lips.

“Shut up. Let me love you.”

And then you started with slow, deliberate kisses. One to his cheek, warm and lingering. Another to the bridge of his nose. His temple. His jaw. The corner of his mouth. Each kiss was like a whispered word, a piece of a sentence his heart hadn’t figured out how to hear.

“You don’t have to earn this.”

A kiss to the center of his forehead.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

One to the tip of his nose, which twitched adorably under your lips.

“You’re already everything I want, Bobby.”

You kissed beneath his eye, warm breath mingling with the salt of his skin.

“Exactly as you are.”

He exhaled shakily, hands settling on your thighs like he didn’t know where to touch. Like he was scared that if he grabbed too hard, you’d disappear.

You cupped his face, thumbs brushing the curve of his jaw, and leaned in to press your lips against his. This kiss didn’t ask for anything. It didn’t need fixing or fire. It just stayed. Certain. Safe. When you pulled back, his eyes were a little glassy again but not from pain this time. From the sheer weight of being seen.

“You think you’re lucky to have me?” you whispered, brushing his hair back. “Baby, I won the goddamn lottery. You’re mine. All of you. The anxious, self-doubting, overthinking mess. The sweet, sensitive, stupidly pretty boy who doesn’t even see how loved he is.”

A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye. You kissed that too.

He let out a little laugh—hoarse, soft, half-embarrassed “God, you’re gonna make me cry again.”

You smiled, nose brushing his. “Good.” And you kept going. Kissing every part of him like it mattered. Like it was holy. Like it was yours because it was.

Bobby laid back like he didn’t quite know how to. Like his body had forgotten how to relax after carrying too many words he never meant to believe. His hands hovered at your thighs, unsure, chest rising slow and shallow.

You just looked at him. All of him. His flushed cheeks, the guilt still lingering in the corners of his mouth, the nervous tension in his jaw.

��I want you to lay there and take it,” you murmured.
Your voice was soft, not a command.

Bobby blinked up at you, throat bobbing in a swallow “Take what?”

You smiled as you bent down, lips brushing his collarbone. “Everything I give you.”

And then you began.

Your lips trailed along the curve of his throat, slow and reverent. You kissed just beneath his jaw, right where his pulse flickered too fast. Your hands traced his ribs through the thin fabric of his shirt, like you were learning him all over again.

“You’re handsome,” you whispered against his skin. “You don’t even know, do you?”

His breath hitched. His hands gripped the cushions, knuckles white like he was holding back.

You pulled his shirt up and off, slow and sweet, like unwrapping something sacred. He let you. His eyes flickered away but you brought his gaze back with a hand to his cheek.

“Look at me.” And when he did, nervous and vulnerable, you kissed the center of his chest.

“This heart? That’s not weakness. That’s gold.”

Your hands roamed his sides now, fingertips mapping freckles and faded summer burns. You kissed his stomach, the little dip beneath his ribs, the soft edge where muscle gave way to tenderness.

“You’re allowed to be soft. You don’t have to be anyone else when you’re with me.”

He let out a breath. One of his hands slid into your hair. “I don’t deserve you,” he said, voice breaking.

You kissed right over his heart. “You do. Every second. Every inch.”

And then you kissed down—over the stretch of his lower stomach, over the places he never thought twice about but you adored. You didn’t worship like he was an idol. You worshipped like he was human, fragile, flawed, divine in all the ways he didn’t see.

And through it all, he watched you with glassy eyes, body trembling under your love like it was too much to hold.

“Breathe,” you whispered, crawling back up to kiss his lips. “Just breathe, baby. You’re not going anywhere. Neither am I.”

He lay back, breathless beneath you, eyes wide and glassy, skin flushed in that vulnerable, golden way that only happened when he forgot to shield himself. Shirt gone. His chest rose and fell like he was still catching up to the reality that you wanted him like this—not for what he gave, not for what he proved but for who he was.

You slid down his body with the kind of reverence that made his hands twitch, trailing kisses along the path of his stomach, his hipbones, the sensitive crease where skin met denim.

“Every part of you, baby,” you whispered, lips brushing skin. “Every single part.”

Bobby’s breath stuttered.

You looked up at him from between his legs, and his whole body tensed like he might shatter from the sight alone. The way you touched him, the way you looked at him, like he was something rare, something precious that deserved to be adored without hesitation.

He tried to speak, tried to say your name, but it fell apart in his throat the second your hands moved to pull down his pants and boxers. His lashes fluttered, mouth parting in a soundless gasp, hips bucking just slightly before he caught himself. But you shushed him softly, your voice soaked in sugar and smoke.

“Don’t hold back,” you murmured. “I want to hear how good you feel.”

You took your time taking his cock into your mouth, slowly making your way from the tip to the base and then back.

You praised him between every movement, telling him how handsome he looked like this, how good he tasted, how much you loved seeing him fall apart for you. Your words were honey poured over fire. He was trembling under them, the sheer intimacy of your voice almost more than he could handle.

His hands threaded into your hair but never pushed, he didn’t dare guide you, didn’t want to break the spell. You had him. Body and soul.

“You’re so good for me, Bobby,” you breathed against him. “So sweet. So perfect. Mine.”

That last word made him whimper.

His head tipped back, one arm flung over his eyes like it was all too much. Your mouth, your voice, the way your tongue tracked the sensitive vein under his tip.

You didn’t stop for a bit even after he came, letting him ride out the waves of pleasure fully. And even then, you crawled back into his lap, kissed his lips slow, let him taste the aftermath of his own unraveling.

“You okay?” you whispered, brushing his hair from his damp forehead.

He nodded, barely. “I love you,” he whispered.

And you smiled against his mouth. “Good,” you said. “Because I love you too.”

Half an hour later, some movie flickered across the screen, but neither of you were really watching. You were curled on the couch, tangled together like something slow and inevitable, your bare legs laced with his under the blanket. Bobby lay behind you, chest pressed to your back, arms draped around your waist. His body was still warm from everything you’d just given him. His heart hadn’t stopped racing.

And neither had yours.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nose nuzzling the spot that always made you sigh. You could feel the heat of his breath, the press of his lips, the lazy drag of his hand over your stomach.

You shifted slightly, hips rolling back into his just enough. And you felt him still inside you. Not moving, just there filling you.

Bobby let out a slow, shaky breath.

“You okay?” you whispered, already knowing the answer.

His hand gripped your hip, grounding.

“M-mhm.” His voice was a bit shaky. “Just… don’t wanna let go yet.”

The connection was intimate, so slow and still it barely felt physical. It felt like a heartbeat. Like the space between breaths. Like two bodies wrapped in a silence that said more. You reached back, lacing your fingers with his. Pulled his arm tighter around your waist.

“Then don’t.”

He let out a soft laugh, burying his face deeper in your hair. You could feel the way his lashes brushed your skin. His hand splayed across your belly, warm and steady. You could feel his cock twitch now and then, just barely.
You pressed your hips back into him with a teasing little smile.

“You’re not gonna make it through the whole movie, are you?”

He groaned against your neck, playful and helpless at once. “Not a chance.”

The credits rolled. You barely noticed. Bobby kissed your temple, his voice a sleepy whisper in your hair. “I wanna stay like this forever.”

BONUS!

You smiled, pressing your hips back just a little again, enough to make him inhale through his teeth.

“Careful,” he murmured. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“With who?” you teased.

And that’s exactly when the front door flew open.

“Bobby, I knew you were here and I need to—”

Erik.

Erik fucking Campbell stood in the doorway, already talking mid-stride like he’d been rehearsing the apology out loud, jacket half-off and attitude full-on—

Until he saw you.

Until he saw Bobby, shirtless, flushed, blinking in dazed horror from the couch where he lay completely tangled around you under a suspiciously large blanket.

Until he saw the way Bobby’s arms tightened, just a second too slow.

Until he saw Bobby’s face go pale and bright red at the same time.

Erik stopped cold. Blinked once. Twice.

And then, with a sharp inhale—

“Oh my god, are you—” His voice pitched up like a record scratch. “—dude, is your dick in her right now?!”

Bobby froze. His whole body stiffened against yours. Not a word came out. He just made a strangled sound like someone had punched all the air out of him.

You didn’t move either. For one long, horrified second, no one did.

Then Bobby croaked:

“…Could you not be here right now?”

“Holy shit, man—I came to say sorry! I didn’t come to get visually assaulted!” Erik spun around so fast he nearly tripped over the rug. “Jesus Christ—next time LOCK the damn door!”

“We did!” Bobby shouted, still cringing, half-curled over you like his body could somehow shield you both from the embarrassment crashing down like a tsunami.

“Clearly not hard enough!”

Erik stumbled back through the door, grumbling something about “goddamn horror movie timing” and “emotional whiplash,” and slammed it shut behind him.

Silence.

Bobby let out a long, long breath and dropped his face into the crook of your neck. “…I’m never looking him in the eye again.”

You burst out laughing, even as you stroked his hair and tried to stifle it behind your hand. “Well, at least now he knows you’re getting taken care of.”

That got a huff of laughter from him. A little shy. A little smug.

He kissed your shoulder, breath warm and trembling.

“Still not pulling out, though.”

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BETWEEN YOUR EYES

the jackal x oc

chapter one

WARNING: this fanfiction will contain mature scenes, violence, and coarse language.

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CHAPTER ONE: ONE SHOT, ONE KILL.

Grace McCarron loved the smell of coffee. Especially in the early mornings when the sun hadn’t risen and the streets were still wet with last night’s rain. It irked her though, how people could be so loud at such an early hour. Couldn’t people just be quiet? Talk at a normal volume, it was only the hour of six. 

The blonde’s fingers rap against the counter in a steady rhythm. Her expression reads neutral as she watches the customers enjoying their breakfasts, discussing work projects and gossip. It was all so mundane, every word they said was capable of drawing a yawn from her lips. Nobody is interesting this morning.

With a sigh, Grace reaches under the counter for the remote, flicking on the television in the corner. Her head tilts, blue eyes sparkling with intense focus at the headline written across the lower third of the screen. 

Manfred Fest assassinated.

Grace’s eyes narrow, something interesting. Her attention is only being drawn away by the sound of a customer waiting to order. A young woman, brunette, she’d be mid-twenties. 

‘It’s horrible isn’t it?’ The woman says.

‘I’m on the fence,’ Grace admits. ‘What can I get for you?’

‘A latte, please… You don’t think it’s bad?’

‘That a fascist offended somebody and got himself killed? Not really.’ Grace presses the coffee, clicking it into the machine before foaming the milk. With practised expertise, she fills a takeaway cup with the espresso and milk, creating lines of art on the top. 

‘I don’t know much about foreign politics,’ the woman taps her card.

‘Take it from me, be glad he won’t be the new German Chancellor.’

Grace’s attention is brought back to the screen as the customer walks away with her latte. A single sniper shot from a distance of over three kilometres. Impressive. More than. The corners of her lips tilt into a small grin, leaning back onto the counter with crossed arms, she watches the news report.

It had started raining again, like it usually did in London. The sound of tires driving over the slick roads was comforting to Grace. Red brake lights reflected in the puddles by the footpath, headlights and street lamps casting a warm hue despite the darkening sky. She loved the rain, the sound of it pattering against whatever surface. However, it did make it hard to get a decent line of sight. Her lips quirked slightly, a lover of challenge. One blue eye closed, a glint of thrill in the other as it stared through the scope of a personalised sniper rifle. 

Sleeping with the blinds open, Grace could never understand it, but it certainly helped her in this case. The target laid across his bed, his thumb scrolling across the screen of his phone. The lights in his apartment were on, everything visible. He was so stupidly vulnerable. She could’ve shot six times over by now, but would there be any fun in that? Her finger taps against the trigger as she recalls the deviance of the sleazy man. The world would be better off without him.

BANG. One shot, one kill.

Grace pulls her head back from the sniper, standing up, she starts to pack down the rifle. Her eyes don’t leave the window of the now-deceased target as she unscrews the barrel, packing it all into a case. She hurries downstairs, unlocking her car and driving off swiftly. Chances are nobody would find him until morning, but it is still safer to get away as quickly as possible.

The internet cafe was practically dead at this hour, a lone stranger or two.  It had started to rain outside again, Grace could hear it on the roof, see it on the windows. It was also a Wednesday, unlikely that it would be busy. She plugs a USB into one of the many PCs, accessing Dark Core.

Access Chatroom:

Username: xxxfOxTROT22971x$

Password: ************

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___ job complete.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___he will not bother you anymore.

FPOxENT779X___thank you.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___yes.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908 one new message.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Big admirers of your work. Have project we think will interest you. Superlative remuneration.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i don’t work for money.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___What do you work for?

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___enforcement of consequence.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___There is a man who needs to face consequences.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Can’t talk here.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Will you meet in person?

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___where?

Grace sits back in her seat, her finger traces her bottom lip as she waits for a response. This was an odd one, but they seem insistent. For them to know of her work, they had to have communication with sources she had helped in the past.

CRTVDSTRYR*1908___Will make a transfer of good will. Location attached.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___tomorrow morning.

Logout.

A sum of $10,000 has been transferred to your account.

A transfer message has been left.

Grace shuts down the computer, taking out the USB, she packs it into her handbag. Her lips quirk as she exits the internet cafe. Something new, something interesting, a potential challenge. This calls for a stop at that delicious dessert bar down the road from her apartment, a nice meringue or maybe some ice cream would do.

For once the sun was out in London, albeit only slightly, but it did still make Grace look less ridiculous for wearing a cap and sunglasses. She notices a woman sitting on the park bench, must be her. Her black coat flutters behind her in the wind as she sits beside the other woman.

‘Who are you?’ Grace asks.

‘Irish?’ The woman responds with a question.

‘And you’re American.’

‘Yes.’

‘Why am I here?’ Grace leans back against the park bench, crossing her legs. ‘What did he do? Was it assault, did he hurt the kids…?’

‘Ulle Dag Charles.’

‘UDC… the River man?’ 

‘Yes,’ She answers.

‘I don’t see how exposing the rich is a crime,’ Grace grins. ‘Please don’t tell me you’ve wasted my time.’

‘If he releases River, it’s not just the rich who fall. All secret networks will be exposed, you’ll be discovered.’ The woman turns to face Grace, trying to get a look at her expression. She quickly realises it’s impossible with the cap and the darkly tinted glasses. ‘You’ll go to prison for a long time.’

‘If that’s the case, hidden networks of paedophiles, rapists… it will all be exposed. You think they’ll go after little old me?’

‘I think even after exposing the rich, they’ll still have the power, and they’ll still be protected.’

‘You’re very insistent,’ Grace observes. ‘Why me?’

‘Because you always get the job done.’

Sighing, Grace looks up at the cloudy sky, the sun peaking out slightly. She sucks in a breath of the fresh park air before responding. ‘This job is a bit harder than the others…’

‘Which is why we’ve hired a second… professional, such as yourself.’

‘First, you ask me to eliminate a man for wanting to expose the rich, and now you tell me I’d have to work with another person?’

There is a silence that passes momentarily between the two women as they stare each other down.

‘River is good for nobody. You will go to prison.’

‘No, I won’t.’ Grace smirks knowingly. ‘Who is the other person?’

‘He is one of the best, alongside yourself.’

‘Who is he?’

‘I don’t know his identity…’ She answers. ‘He took out Fest.’

‘Ah.’ Grace’s lips immediately quick upwards, a grin taking over her expression. She stands up, hands in pockets, she stares down at the woman still sitting. ‘And what do they call you?’

‘Zina.’

‘Zina… I don’t kill innocent men. Give me one good reason to take this job, and not because of River.’

‘...’ The American woman sits there contemplating for a moment, her mind working a million miles an hour. ‘You don’t have to take the shot. We need you to… babysit.’

Grace lets out a loud chuckle, ‘babysit?’

‘It seems our other hire is caught up in a few… troubles after the fest situation. We need you to ensure he gets the job done, and if he fails to, you step in and finish it.’

‘Well… let’s hope he doesn’t fail.’

‘Is that a yes to the job?’ Zina sits up straight.

‘He is aware, I assume?’

‘He will be made aware.’

‘Get me in contact,’ Grace turns around and walks away, her coat once again billowing behind her.

It was another early morning, three days after Grace’s meeting with Zina. She sat behind the counter at the cafe, it was a very quiet morning. A Sunday morning, not many were up and about. She opened her laptop, plugging in her USB.

Access Chatroom:

Username: xxxfOxTROT22971x$

Password: ************

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___who are you?

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___should i not be asking you?

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i do not need babysitting.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___ah.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___the other ‘professional’

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___nice shot.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___refuse the job.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i don’t think i will.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i get bored sometimes.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___then stay out of the way.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i do the job i’m hired for.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___don’t get into trouble, and i won’t have to step in and clean it up.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i don’t need anybody to clean up.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___a little birdy told me otherwise.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i am not the enemy.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i don’t work in teams.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___there is a first time for everything.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i’m not here to steal your job.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___i’m here to cover your ass so you can get it done.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___you said you don’t work in teams, that means you have no connections.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___you will fuck up, you will go to jail.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___Munich.

**&525marTinGuerrE^$___i will send the hotel details.

xxxfOxTROT22971x$___see you there.

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The yawn stretched Lena’s jaw to the point that she felt like a cat, baring her fangs. Naturally, it prompted a Kara Danvers Pout, which was utterly devastating. Kara looked at her over the top of her drink cup, straw still pursed in her delicate pink lips as she frowned slightly.

“How long have you been awake?”

“I had a half hour nap this morning,” Lena sighed.

She’d been in the office for three days, but she didn’t admit that.

“Leeeenaaaaaaa,” Kara said, drawing her name out into a gentle rebuke. “You promised me you’d stop doing that to yourself. I’m taking you home.”

Lena’s heart skipped and Kara abruptly jerked upright, briefly glancing at her. Lena hated when that happened, when her body betrayed her. Kara meant escort her home; Lena’s thoroughly tired mind had supplied another scenario, one where Kara carried her onto the bed, relieved her of her clothes and dove between her legs, but that was never going to happen. Lena let out a long sigh of resignation, trying to be satisfied with best-friendship.

She hoped Kara hadn’t suddenly developed telepathy.

If you took me home I’d never leave. I could make love to you for a hundred years.

Kara smiled back at Lena’s wistful look. “I mean it.”

“Okay. I can come back to it tomorrow. Besides, I’m too full of grease and cheese to stay awake. Should we…”

Lena never finished her sentence. There was a crackle in the air, a sudden wet smell of ozone, and the thunderous boom that made her ears ring.

Kara flashed in front of her at super-speed, yanking off her glasses and tossing them on the couch in a smooth motion.

Hovering in the middle of her office was some ramshackle contraption resembling a mechanical eye about the size of a basketball that scanned Kara with a faint purple energy ray.

“Kara Danvers. Supergirl. I am Zeglos, Regent of the Alotian Republic. I am calling to you from the home of my people, located in what is to you a subatomic realm we call Universe Q. We need your help, you are our only hope. The invaders are slaughtering us and razing our home. There is no time.”

Kara glanced back at Lena. “I’ll help if I can. Let me-“

“There is no time. You must come with me now.”

“Wait, hold on a second-“

The machine flashed, thrumming as it powered up, and blasted here with a wave of light that surrounded them both, and then in a crackling boom they both vanished, leaving behind the ozone smell and a faint impression of Kara’s boot heels in the carpet.

Lena stared into the empty space for a moment, then shot to her feet, snatching the phone off her desk, where it had lain ignored since Kara walked into the room.

She called Alex, shocked at the blubbering panic in her own voice. Within a few minutes, everyone was there, piling into the room. Lena warded them off from the spot where Kara had stood. Alex was cold and calm, her voice clinical, and she immediately began issuing orders. J’onn took Lena aside and gently asked her probing questions in the manner of an old detective, coaxing every meager detail of the event out of her.

Within half an hour, Brainy and Lena had set up all sorts of equipment around the room, scanning, hoping to find some energy signature or other clue that could enable them to bring Kara back from wherever she’d been taken.

It proved fruitless. They tried everything.

Minutes stretched into hours. Lena was exhausted, heavy with fatigue.

“Go home, get some sleep,” said Alex. “We can’t help her if we pass out on the floor.”

“I’ll sleep here.”

She did, throwing a thin blanket over herself on the couch. It was Alex, not Lena, who cleaned up the Big Belly Burger mess. Lena slept fitfully, showered in the en-suite attached to her office, and changed into an old hoodie that she kept there and wore when no one was looking.

It wasn’t hers. Threadbare, a maroon color faded to a soft red, the back still emblazoned with a cracked and fading Midvale Mathletes Club logo, it was Kara’s. Lena had snatched it from Kara’s sofa and put it on one night when she was feeling bold and then, as now, felt surrounded by it, the oversized garment swaddling her.

And it smelled like Kara, just enough. Kara had stared at her intently for a moment when she took it that night but said nothing, a wistful sad look on her face before the moment was broken by Wynn’s bad joke at the table. Wynn was gone now, but the hoodie remained, just as it had remained when they were fighting, when she thought she’d never see Kara again. She’d worn it then and cried herself to sleep in it.

Just like now.

A day became two. Then three. Five. Lena tried everything, pursued every theory. They called in every favor, human and alien. Brainy tried to send messages to the future. Nia dreamed fruitless dreams. Alex paced like a caged animal and Kelly kept the peace, keeping them all fed, making sure everyone slept, talking things out whenever tempers flared.

Nothing worked.

Lena even tried praying, something she hadn’t done since the last time she was in a small church in Ireland. It didn’t work this time, either.

Lena was seated next to Brainy on the couch, going over a design for a new device to try to follow what was by now a thoroughly cold trail. Alex stood at the balcony door, staring out into a slashing summer rain squall that buffeted the glass with distant thunder and gusts of wind.

The ozone smell tickled Lena’s nose and she looked up, just as Kara took a stumbling step out of nowhere, appearing in her office with an utterly bewildered look on her face.

“Kara?”

Alex snapped round, adding her voice to the chorus. “Kara?”

Kara stared at her sister, open-mouthed, tears welling in her eyes.

“Alex?” she said. “Alex, you’re alive? How is that possible?”

“Alive? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Kara!” Lena cried, her voice ragged in her throat.

At the sound of her voice, Kara snapped around, eyes wide. Her knees buckled and she sagged, almost falling. She stumbled forward as Lena stood and they fell into each other, Lena hurling herself, reckless, into an embrace that revealed too much. She almost climbed Kara, all but throwing her legs around her as well as her arms as she buried her face in the Kryptonian’s neck.

“Oh God. Oh Rao. I thought you would all be gone. I begged them to let me leave but they wouldn’t let me go, I had to…”

“Kara?” Alex asked, cautiously. “Why would we be gone?”

Kara barely seemed to hear her as she gently twined her fingers in Lena’s hair and wrapped her powerful arm around Lena’s waist, encircling and shielding her.

“How long has it been?”

“About a week,” Lena choked out. “I was so scared.”

“A week?” Kara blurted. “It’s only been a week here?”

Alex put a reassuring hand on Kara’s back, standing next to them. “Yeah, you were taken on Tuesday, kiddo. It’s Wednesday, the 17th.”

Kara stared past Lena, resting her chin on the shorter woman’s head, and began to sob with relief.

“Kara?” said Alex.

“Time dilation,” said Brainy.

“They told me time would pass slower up here but I didn’t believe them. I’ve been gone for… for…”

“It’s okay, Kara,” Lena whispered. “You’re okay, you’re back.”

“Eighty seven years, four months, and eighteen days,” Kara sobbed. “It’s been so long, I thought you were all dead.”

Alex stiffened. “Kara. Oh my God.”

Kara buried her face in Lena’s hair and breathed her in, shuddering. “I’d given up. All that kept me going was hoping I could see you again. This is a gift. A gift. I love you all so much.”

Kara still held her, rocking slightly, her big shoulders shaking with powerful sobs.

“Kara,” Lena whispered. “Kara, it’s okay.”

“I love you,” Kara blurted. “I love you. It’s okay if you don’t love me back, I just need to tell you, I have to tell you. All I could think about down there is how stupid I was and how stupid I’ve been and how none of the reasons I never told you made any sense,” she sucked in a breath as if she’d briefly forgotten how, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

There could be no mistaking her intent. She seethed with it, it radiated from her very bones. Lena hugged her hard, crushing her with all her might as if to crawl inside her.

“God, Kara, I’ve dreamed of hearing you say that. I love you too. Let’s… mmmph!”

Kara was kissing her. Lena’s brain briefly froze, then she realized the full magnitude of what was happening. Kara was kissing her. Kara was kissing her. Then Lena was kissing her back. There was so much in it, need and lust and adoration and an unbelievable desperation, but above all love. Lena felt her heart open as if hadn’t in a long time, like a flower unfolding to receive the nurturing warmth of morning sun.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” Kara whispered when they finally broke and Lena again could breathe.

“Let me take you home,” said Lena.