#half the neck peg came undone

[kessielrg]

Penn was attacked by our dog awhile back (note the little dimple in the first photo), so I needed to give her hair a rinse and possibly try to align her head better because I had put it on kinda funky before. (When you tilted her head forward, it was more like a glance sideways than looking down.)

Spoilers, I cursed. A lot.

But now Penn is enjoying rehab with Good Luck and Oopsy. She's in good hands. 😘

[tojiaesth]

boyfriend

gojo satoru x f!reader

summary: you and gojo had some sort of unspoken agreement in which you refused to adhere to labels and instead chose to have fun. except neither of you would ever admit the hold you had on each other.

warning: heavy smut, 18 +, minors dni, fingering, oral (fem receiving), rough handling of reader, marking, dom!gojo, sub!reader, choking/breath play, overstim, raw sex, tummy bulge, ?slight breeding kink, jealousy and possessiveness, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

tags: college au, fratboy!gojo, friends with benefits, unlabelled relationships, bisexual!gojo, bisexual!reader, fluff at the end <3

A/N: inspired by ariana herself <3 so i recommend at least listening to the song before you read, if you’re like me and can’t read and listen :p

It was loud. That was the first thing you picked up on before you even entered the sweaty house. Your friends begged you to come, as if there weren’t parties every week and missing one would change the world. You struggled to find a parking space, choosing to walk the rest of the way. The deafening thump of bass could be heard a few blocks down and you wondered how there was never any noise complaints.

Satoru probably threw money at them.

You smiled, it was such a him thing to do. The cold air nipped at your dress, having left your coat in your car. You had chosen to wear an emerald green satin body con dress that stopped mid thigh. It accompanied a criss cross pattern that exposed your back. You first saw it online and had fallen in love, it partly being the reason why you had said yes. You wanted him to see you in the dress, already craving the dark look in his eyes when he was turned on.

Gojo Satoru, college senior, with his charismatic personality had a very big presence at the college. Almost never alone and surrounded by a group of admirers, both men and women fell at his feet. If someone had told you back in your first year that you’d be sleeping with this man on the regular you’d think they were crazy. He honestly, despite being very handsome, was not your kind of man. Too pretty, very cocky and had serious commitment issues, bedding half the campus. But it had started at the beginning of the year, your friendship groups overlapping as you had grown close with Suguru Getou and Shoko Ieiri having been studying the same subject. You found yourself around him a lot, eventually going out with just each other and things quickly progressed.

Soon enough he was between your thighs, lapping at your cunt with fervour and sucking gently on your clit, two slender fingers hitting that spot. He did that a lot, seeming to relish in the way you fell apart on his tongue, your slippery walls pulsating as you softly said his name like a prayer. He’d nonchalantly get up, sometimes not even asking for anything in return and it surprised you. You pegged him as more of a receiver than a giver but it suited you fine.

You became pretty popular on campus as you hung out with them, attending parties and making life long friendships. You usually weren’t someone who slept around, but that quickly changed. So did your care for a steady relationship. You were 21, life was short, you had a great body and a pretty face, opting to have fun.

You found yourself caught in Gojo’s trap, legs wound around his waist on a weekly basis, his hard cock driving into you with such force you thought you’d break. Your legs clenched just thinking about it, a thin layer of slickness coating your panties.

Your thoughts were brought back to reality when you entered the frat house, NalinA by Block B was being blasted at full volume through the house and you already felt a course of excitement run through your veins. You couldn’t wait to let loose and find your friends. The house, just short of a mansion, had been decorated with l.e.d lights, a soft red and blue glow painting your skin. There was alcohol everywhere, sweaty bodies and the strong smell of weed.

“Y/N! Over here.” You looked over to see the majority of your friends on a sofa, catching sight of Satoru with a girl on his lap. His hand was caressing her ass, as she pouted saying something to him. She was pretty, and you tried your best not to care. Their faces were sweaty, with cups in their hands, indicating they had stopped dancing. You walked in their direction, plopping yourself next to the person behind the voice.

“Hey Mei-Mei. You look hot.” You said casually and she automatically pulled you to sit on her knee. You smiled and took her cup, whatever bitter liquid sliding down your throat. You and Mei were another short lived fling, sleeping together a handful of times and besides Satoru, no one else could compare to that sinful mouth of hers. A queen at teasing, she brought her hand to your waist and lightly began tracing shapes with her fingers.

“You look hot, that dress is making me want to do things to you.”

You chuckled as you stared at each other, tensions running high as the song changed to one you were familiar with. You wanted to dance.

“God, please make out.”

You ignored the annoying comment from Sukuna who was sat diagonally from you, blatantly checking you out. You told him to shut up, your mouth twitching as he looked completely unfazed. Looking away, you ran your fingers through Mei’s soft hair,

“Come, let’s dance.” You whispered, breath hot on her ear as she shivered. You loved how easily you could fluster Mei, knowing the more you worked her up the more she’d punish you for it later.

You both got up and your arms were grabbed by Shoko,

“We’re coming, we’d rather not watch Sukuna hunt for a girl like an animal or Gojo practically fuck in front of us.” She said, shuddering and dragging a very amused Getou. Your eyes flickered to Satoru, finding that he was already watching you. The girl was now straddling him and the buttons on his shirt looked undone, his hands rubbing circles on her thighs. He refused to break eye contact with you, kissing her neck as she moaned, smirking as you looked away, grasping Mei’s hand.

You don’t know what he was trying to do, but it pissed you off. It annoyed you more that he’d groan in your ear some nights, grabbing your neck and claiming you were his and his only. Not wanting you to touch or look at anyone else. The next morning? Business as usual as he was all over some girl. You deducted that him saying those things to you were just in the heat of the moment, recalling how your clit would throb as he would rub slow circles, staking his claim. You liked how possessive he could get, the rough sex, and how occasionally he’d surprise you with a gift. All without having to actually be in a relationship.

You didn’t care about labels and neither did he. So why? Why did his eyes say, he wanted you to get jealous? You sighed, these mind games and mixed signals were your least favourite part of Satoru.

The beginning of an all too familiar riff began to thump through the walls and you all squealed in delight. As ‘Do I Wanna Know’ began you swayed your hips and lip synced, literally letting your hair down as Mei came up behind you. Shoko began recording you without your knowledge, watching as your head fell onto Mei’s shoulder, her hands ghosting around the space between your breasts, purposefully ignoring how your nipples hardened as she whispered something lewd into your ear.

“She’s gonna kill you if you post that.” Suguru watched as Shoko posted the video to her story, her eyes shining with amusement as almost instantly people replied asking who you were.

Satoru on the other hand could not take his eyes off of you. He studied you as you wrapped your arms around Mei and he was exasperated. She was addictive, he thought, those pouty and full lips had a hold on him, his dick twitched thinking about them wrapped around him. Her body was something else, those breasts of hers heaving against her dress. Shit. He almost got hard. The girl currently giving him a hickey was just not doing it for him. In fact no girl or guy was, he had tried countless times only his encounters with Y/N fulfilling his desires. In spite of that, he would not tell her this, not wanting to ruin the game of cat and mouse they had going.

“Satoru, let’s go somewhere.” The girl whined, hips grinding against his crotch. He suddenly got up and pushed her off of him,

“Nah, not in the mood. I’m sure Sukuna would be interested. He has a habit of going after my sloppy seconds.” Gojo snapped, sick of the way he was gazing at you, eyes darkened with lust.

He ignored the girls cuss words directed at him as she stormed off and Sukuna snickered, looking up from his phone.

“She’s fuckable but I have my eye on something else tonight.” He thrust his phone in Satoru’s face, only to be met with Shoko’s story, full of Y/N dancing suggestively.

He willed himself not to show anger and hummed,

“Like you could pull her.” His voice dripping with fake amusement as Sukuna tensed in irritation.

Satoru walked in the direction of his friends, still dancing crazily and singing very out of tune to ‘Kiss me more’, you were now dancing with Suguru and laughing loudly as he tried to attempt some sort of dance move so terribly, Satoru could not decipher what it was supposed to be. Your lips were glossy, eyes twinkling as he picked you up and twirled you around, ribs hurting from laughing so much. You never laughed that much with him.

Satoru pursed his lips, he was just so irritated. Suguru put you down when the song finished and you fixed his hair that your arm had messed up,

“Your hairs gone so long now, I love it.” You said cheerily, fingers twirling on a stray strand as Suguru bent down slightly so he could hear you over the music.

“It suits you.” You stated softly, unable to look away from his intuitive eyes. The lights were casting a glow across his face, bringing his jaw to attention as you traced it slowly. He was a different kind of handsome you thought, more your type than Satoru was and you thought about how his eyes were a warm brown, compared to Satoru’s cerulean ones. You scolded yourself internally for still finding ways to think about Satoru, you just couldn’t shake him.

Suguru smirked and focused on the feeling of your hands, now running through his hair and eventually resting on the back of his neck. You smelt so good, he thought, he wanted to kiss you. He leaned down and you realised his intentions, your hands paused on his biceps that were coated in tattoos. As you closed your eyes, thoughts wild and slightly clouded by the shots you did with Shoko, you braced yourself to kiss the god-like man that was Getou Suguru, pulse racing.

“Y/N!” Your head automatically snapped at your name being called, sheepishly looking at Suguru whose eyes were now filled with something you couldn’t quite figure out. Satoru was in front of you both, promptly grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Eyes bewildered you looked back at Suguru who looked entertained at the whole situation. You found yourself at the focus of everyone’s stares, all curious as to why Gojo had a dark look in his eyes.

“Satoru, what the fuck? Let go-“ His large hands were gripping your smaller ones hard, uncomfortably squishing your fingers together. He said nothing, back to you as he hauled you up the stairs and into his room. His door slammed as you stumbled into the dimly lit room, turning around in utter confusion at Gojo’s behaviour.

“Fuck, what is your problem?” You were enraged at how he just did what he pleased with you and how you just let him. You massaged your wrist, now slightly red at Satoru’s force.

“Why the fuck would you try and kiss him? Seriously, Suguru? You’re such a fucking whore.” Gojo clenched his jaw, finding himself even angrier at the thought of you underneath Suguru, moaning, sweat dripping off your backs.

You were baffled. A whore?

“Firstly, you’re literally the definition of a whore and secondly, why the fuck do you care?!” You stepped closer to him, cheeks flushed in anger at Satoru’s audacity,

“You have no fucking right to care about who I fuck. Got it? You’re not my boyfriend.”

Satoru moved closer to you, your nose in line with his chest as the man’s eyes changed suddenly. For once, he had no comeback or witty remark, you were right but he’d had enough. Just the thought of his best friend between your legs snapped him into action and he had to come to terms with his feelings. His fingers lifted your chin, your eyes willing itself not to melt at his touch, goosebumps already littering your arm. He silently moved to your lips, thumb pressing against your mouth, encouraging you to open.

You were so unbelievably confused, this man blew hot and cold. One minute so angry he couldn’t speak and then next initiating a kiss.

“Satoru-“

His lips were against yours before you had time to think, furiously pressing against them and swiping his tongue across. You relaxed into his touch and opened your mouth. His tongue found yours in an instant and lightly sucked it, your breathless moans pleasuring his senses as his hands pulled your body closer to him. He explored your body, cupping your ass while you simultaneously wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers drowning in his soft white locks. Eventually he pulled away, cupping your face gently like you were a porcelain doll,

“I don’t want you to see anyone else or kiss them like that. I’m not playing any more games. You’re mine.” He stated firmly, blue eyes framed by his ash coloured lashes, gazing into your soul.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him. Gojo...was serious. All those extra knowing glances you’d give each other, the fiery arguments, the passionate sex, the pang of jealousy at his lips on another girls neck and the way his eyes would linger a little too long when you spoke to a guy, you realised the both of you were stupid. Too busy trying to convince yourselves you didn’t care you both buried your thoughts away, afraid to articulate them in case you were rejected.

You found yourself repeating after him, his eyes almost hypnotising you as you stuttered,

“I-i’m yours.”

Satoru lightly kissed you on the lips and motioned you to jump up, supporting your legs as you wrapped them securely around his waist. He gingerly placed you on his bed, hovering over you as his hands slowly rid up your leg, ghosting around your inner thigh and you suppressed a moan. His touch was magnetic, something as simple as stroking your thigh with Satoru becomes so much more, a tingly sensation jolting through you when his hands brushed between your clothed folds. Meanwhile he began kissing his way down, starting with your neck and sucking furiously at the spot above your collarbone. You mewled against him as he licked the now marked spot, your hips desperately finding his to grind against.

“Patience, baby. I’m taking my time with you.”

You whined at his remark, you just needed him inside you, now.

“Such a whiny brat.” His voice slipped through your ears like silk as he slowly slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders, the new stimuli adding to the experience. You were never more glad to have not worn a bra. He focused on your exposed breasts, nipples hard and swollen and he groaned at the sight.

A warm sensation reached your nipples and you cried out in pleasure, looking down at Satoru lapping up your soft mounds. His seductive gaze ripped through you as he began to trace slow circles with his tongue. His fingers kept your other breast occupied, rolling around your left nipple with his fingers, constantly switching sides and worshipping them.

His attention switched to your lower stomach, kissing your skin with affection as you anticipated his lips between your thighs. You could feel the damp spot slowly spreading on your panties and the swell of your clit, begging to be touched.

“Fuck, Satoru you tease.” You breathed out in gaspy moans, he had completely removed your dress by now and was blowing warm breaths against your knickers. Satoru brought a single digit to rub against the wet spot, moaning as he felt the tent in his pants. He loved teasing you but it required self control, wanting nothing more than to release his large cock from its restraints and into your warm hole, throbbing at the thought.

He finally pulled your panties to the side at your delight and your whimpers filled the room as his fingers brushed against your soaked clit. He played around with your pussy, stroking up and down and noting the creamy juices that were flowing out your hole. The sight of his fingers coated in your juices and he almost came right there. The lewd squelching of your cunt was slightly covered up by your cries of pleasure as he entered two slender fingers inside you, stimulating your sensitive walls. He reached down and took your clit into his mouth, humming at the taste.

“F-fuck, right there Toru” You moaned, attempting to wriggle but Satoru quickly used his arms to clamp your thighs into place, his sensual mouth causing white dots to appear in your vision. Your stomach fluttered at the slow, familiar build up of your climax, not even embarrassed that he had only been eating you out for five minutes. You were just so sensitive today and paired with Satoru laying claim to you, your body was responding to each and every one of his touches.

“Ah, k-keep going baby, fuck. You’re so good at it.” The praises fell from your lips as the deep pleasure in your stomach changed, indicating you were near.

Satoru was persistent, his insatiable need to feel your cunt quiver against his tongue caused him to add one more digit, scissoring his fingers against your gummy walls. He could feel you frantically clenching, chuckling at his inability to move as fast as his fingers were in a death trap. He kept his eyes on you, watching as your hand came up to your mouth to stifle your sobs, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I’m close.” You whispered and you made a mistake of looking down at Satoru, his tongue was pressing down against your sensitive nub, saliva dripping onto his bed. His fingers went even faster, determined to make you cum.

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me princess.”

That was all you needed. You legs squeezed frantically against his head, the euphoric sensations causing your back to refuse to rest against the bed. Satoru paid no mind to your repetitive whimpers as you began to come down from your high, his lips still stubbornly attached to your clit. It was too much, the previously pleasurable feel was now borderline painful, his sticky fingers removing themselves from your cunt.

You legs jolted occasionally each time he purposely grazed the bundle of nerves, continuing his efforts by using his tongue to tease around the now sensitive area, chuckling when your hips wriggled.

“Delicious.” His velvety tongue swiped his lips and he brought his fingers into your mouth. The tangy but familiar taste of your undoings were accompanied by his soft fingers, swirling around your tongue until your saliva created a mess.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” He groaned, the twitching of his cock was unrelenting. You pressed your legs together, the achy feeling of need returning. Reaching to kiss him, your hands started to undo his belt buckle,

“I want you.” You whispered, unable to look away from his eyes.

His lecherous eyes stared back at you, his fingers curling around your back as he brought you closer, now hovering above you.

“I want you too.”

In one swift movement, his cock was freed and he entered you, the new feeling causing you to cry out as he slowly bottomed out.

“Shit, you’re clenching like crazy baby.”

You couldn’t even reply, his thick shaft splitting you open, Satoru stared down at how you sucked him in, a creamy ring of your juices at the base of his cock. You felt him harden even more, he hadn’t wasted any time by helping you adjust. He started a rough pace, watching your perky tits bounce as he reached down and placed a nipple into his mouth. You were truly addicting, he thought, your whimpers becoming louder with the sticky sound of your cunt. Your pussy seemed to fit him like a glove, Satoru’s eyes wandered towards your soft tummy, at the faint bulge of his devouring and his eyes widened, using a hand to press against it and his ears welcomed your high pitched gasps.

“What’s the matter baby girl?” He cooed, chuckling at your stifled sobs and flushed cheeks.

“‘is too much...” You managed, barely able to communicate as he fucked you dumb.

You were so sexy, he thought.

You scooted away, his rough movements almost resulting in your head banging against the headboard but without missing a beat Satoru pulled you back, cock sinking into you with a new sensation.

“That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You’re gonna lie there and take it.”

His hands ghosted at your waist, using the soft tissue as a grip as he forcefully used your body, eyes unable to look away at how you took his thick, veiny member. Your pussy twitched as he licked a stripe at the side of your neck,

“Oh...you like that?” He muttered, sucking on your weak spot, he groaned when you tightened against him, knowing the tip of his cock was red and angry, your walls were too much.

You blink, eyes glossy and lips swollen from his kisses, Satoru’s marks were littered across your body, evidence of his ravishing as he continued his strong pace, cock driving into you with hunger. Your moans changed pitch,

“t’s...too much...can’t...too big.” You babbled, a new, insurmountable pleasure was ripping into your stomach.

“It’s too big?,”

Satoru wrapped his slender fingers around your neck, pressing down lightly as he smirked,

“I know.”

Your breath was slowly snatched from you as he gripped your neck harder, it somehow heightening the feeling of him around your cunt. His groans were turning you on, you always loved how vocal Satoru was.

Satoru paid attention to you, removing his hands and watching as you gasped for breaths. He grinned at how crazy your pussy went whenever he did that, he had really met his match. His cock twitched, indicating his nearing climax and you creamed shamelessly around him when his thumb lightly brushed your rosy clit. Your legs had gone to jelly at this point, but you securely clamped them around Satoru’s waist, bringing him even closer as your eyes closed in pleasurable agony.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” The way you cried and babbled nonsense, mouth messy with saliva as you drooled around his fingers, Satoru pressed at the pad of your tongue, cerulean eyes gleaming at where you connected. As he sinked into you again and again, the intemperate need to feel you squirt around him, he took your soft mounds into his mouth once more and before he knew it, you let out a long, drawn out moan as you found your release.

The white hot pleasure against your stomach snapped and as you orgasmed for the second time, a new warm sensation splashed against Satoru’s cock. Your juices dripped onto the bed, your pussy quivering and legs shaking as you rode it out.

“Fuck.” His azure eyes twinkled with amazement and you didn’t think he could possibly get any harder, as his member remained snug against your cunt.

Satisfied at your mess and how your slimy walls squeezed so torturously against him, Satoru’s own release was not far behind. With one last sound of pleasure, another warm feeling filled your pussy, spurts of the familiar white liquid spilling out of you as he slowed down his thrusts, emptying his balls into you with his repeated moans.

He pulled out, watching the results of his orgasm dribble onto his sheets. Using his fingers, he pushed the remaining liquid deep into you as a low moan escaped your lips. He brought his coated fingers to your mouth, and you licked them clean, humming against him.

As he hovered over you, his captivating eyes caught in the moonlight peaking through the curtains, illuminating his spacious room. He was so beautiful, you thought, mind now unclouded as your high disappeared. Instead, a lighter but warm feeling fluttered through you as Satoru bent down to give you butterfly kisses across your stomach.

“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered and he felt you smile against the top of his head, white tendrils tickling your nose as he placed himself on your tummy, careful not to crush you.

A comfortable silence lingered in the air, for the first time neither of you needed to fill it in with pointless words. You stroked his hair, content that he was still here and showing you affection even after sex, a concept new to the both of you.

After some time, with the both of you deep in thought about each other, Satoru’s head lifted and he made eye contact with you.

“I meant what I said earlier. I know this is new to the both of us so we can take it slow and I’ll probably fuck things up a few times but...I really do care about you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened, as he glanced nervously at you. You had never seen him so vulnerable before and somehow it made you like him even more.

You extended your arm, your fingers tapping against his cheek,

“I care about you a lot too, Satoru. More than I’d like to admit.” You looked away, confused at how quickly the atmosphere changed from the desperate grappling of hands against skin to soft eyes and shy kisses. You were shy around him. You really did care about him but you also weren’t the best at articulating your thoughts, Satoru was always one upping you with his smooth talking.

His smile softened before his eyes changed, amusement dancing across his face.

“Well why wouldn’t you like me? I’m amazing.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away, his hands grabbing you and placing warm kisses around your neck. You melted into his touch, only now realising he hadn’t even properly undressed, unlike you who was completely bare.

He paused as you wriggled uncomfortably in the messy and slightly damp sheets, the both of you a tangle of limbs.

“Is this a bad time to ask if you’re on the pill?”

You stared at him.

“You are such an idiot.”

[nootgi]

Control - MLQC Victor

Victor. In all of Loveland city this man was known as a successful and stoic CEO. His face always had a look of indifference and never showed what was ticking away in his mind. His sharp eyes gleamed dominance and control, just a glare could leave someone shaking in their boots. When the tabloids tried to press and probe into his life, they found nothing but empty rumours and dead ends. He's kept tight reigns on his personal life. No-one could imagine what he does in his personal life. No-one knows what the stone faced CEO does in his free time. No-one except me.

A:N:// this is me posting from my ao3 account onto tumblr! if you wanna read it there my username is the same as my tumblr! Anyways this was from a while back during my pegging spree- 

Word Count: 2130

Warnings: Bottom Victor, Nipple clamps, Bondage and a whole lotta teasing

When I had first met Victor, he walked into the building with people flying around him to bow and appear busy. He oozed confidence from the way his shoulders were pulled back and how his long strides made it seem like he was gliding with each step. His hair shined in the sun, making my fingers itch to run through it. When he stood in front of me, he was looking down at me, literally and figuratively. I was practically eye level with his chest and thought to myself 'Does he really need that tight of a shirt!?' The shirt practically stuck to his chest, showing the perfect slope of his pecs and his small waist. His shadow had literally swallowed me up as he towered over me and there was that infuriatingly cocky smirk on his face when he challenged me. What I would do to wipe that off his face.

Monday, 1:55pm.

Lunch was just coming to an end as tired workers made their way back to the office. The building once again bustled with life as Goldman rushed out of the elevator. He was off schedule a little, he and Victor needed to leave ASAP to even reach the meeting on time. He silently prayed for himself as he reached for the handle of Victor's office door. Suddenly the sound of footsteps, telephones ringing and everyone paused. Silence.

From the silence sounded out a whimper. "Are you ready for your challenge Victor?"

In the center of the open office space was Victor, kneeling. His arms offered him no support as they were tied behind his back with the purple tie he was previously wearing. Moments before the pause he was sitting at his desk till a certain dummy had walked in with her swaying hips and sultry eyes. His neat shirt was undone and his chest was littered with countless lipstick stains and bite marks. Each left with a painstakingly slow pace, fueling the fire burning inside of Victor even more. Her kisses had trailed down his torso, avoiding his nipples, only leaving feather-like touches on them. Every touch from her felt scorching, like her hands were trying to burn themselves into Victor's mind. Feel her even when she's not there. The pants she took off next with swift hands, leaving Victor bare in his office. The cold air from the AC was a sharp contrast to the throbbing heat between Victor's legs, unconsciously he bucked his hips drawing a laugh out of her. Her hands instantly went exploring the newfound expanse, from his feet to his thighs. She massaged her way up, slowly removing the tenseness from the muscles. She always knew the right places to calm his body down. Behind her hands followed her lips, each press made his body melt and just as he was fully relaxed a sharp bite was left of his inner thigh. Startled, he let a moan slip from his lips and fill the silent office. As it echoed around the room, a beautiful red blush bloomed on Victor's chest and cheeks. She always said red looked amazing on him.

Victor glanced at the clock that read 1:45pm and sighed realising that the foreplay has dragged on a little too long. "You've had your fun teasing me but now it's time to--" Victor began to speak, "Who said the fun was over Victor~?" Her voice was low in his ears, the evil in her laugh made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. "I don't think so." Victor picking up on she meant, instantly rejected. "Why? You don't think you could be a good boy and show me how strong you are?" As she was speaking, her fingers came up to run through his hair. Victor leans into her touch, enjoying her soft touch. The thought of praise caused the breath to catch in his throat. "Prove it to me Victor, show me how amazing you really are." Her voice caused Victor's body to shiver in anticipation as he nodded eagerly. "I accept, though I doubt a dummy like you could do much to make me lose control." Her eyes shone with determination the moment Victor let that comment out.

"You forget who's in control now."

1:54pm, Victor was tied up with red rope in the middle of his office. His thighs were tied to his calves and kept from touching with a metal bar behind his knees. His cock was left exposed to the world and to make matters (fun) worse, he was facing the door in this position. 'Did she lock it?' as if reading his thoughts she smirked and shook her head. 'I don't need it to be locked. I'll win.' On his tip there was a small vibrator taped against it, the setting currently on a low vibration. There was another vibrator sat below his shaft and slightly touching his balls, leaving much to be desired. Just below that sat the jewel head of a plug, that was slowly inserted into Victor. He was a sight to behold. His back was straight and shoulders pushed back. He held his head high, purple orbs glazed over with intense lust and concentration. It would appear nothing was bothering him if not for that tremble on his lips.

Victor picked up on the hurried footsteps of Goldman and the second the minute hand moved, time had paused. His heartbeat started to race, now feeling the stakes of their challenge. If he loses control, he will be shamed and humiliated.

"Let's begin." She was now seated at his desk, her newly done nails tapping against the wood. The challenge is to hold time till she is finished with the work she has to do. If he does it successfully there is promise of having her ruin him. The very thought of having her thrust into him steals his nerves and motivates him.

The first ten minutes is uneventful, the constant vibrations are slowly making his tip leak and the liquid is somehow making the vibrations more intense. His muscles are starting to cramp a little causing his body to shift, as he moved his weight onto one knee, the ropes contracted. The rough dig into his skin made him groan and he just knew marks will be left. He tried to peek a look towards the woman and a whine almost slipped past his lips when he had noticed she never even looked his way once. As if feeling his stare her hand rises, holding a remote. The increase in intensity on his cock gave some clue as to what the remote was for. Her eyes lit up in amusement when a choked moan fell from his lips.

"Keep your eyes forward." The ice in her voice left no room for disobedience. His eyes move back to the door handle instantly. His body started to shake, feeling the toll of freezing time and the stimulation. He stares at the door handle, trying to ground himself and zones out.

His concentration is broken when he hears the clicking of heels approach him. His smug smile started to appear thinking that his victory was secured.

"That's all? I thought you were going--" His words were cut off when the sound of chains came from her hands. She crouched down and there was a sneer on her lips.

"You think that low of me, Sir?" Her lip curved up into a cruel smile and the source of the noise was revealed. Nipple clamps. There was a sharp intake of breath as the metal was snapped onto his flesh. Holding the clamps together was a chain which she used as support to lift herself to stand. The tug made a cry leave Victor, to the girl it wasn't hoarse enough too much clarity. She stood over Victor, drawing his face by the chin to look up to her. Her manicured nails felt so good against his scalp when they ran through his raven locks. Her other hand caressed his clenched jaw, soothing the intense look on Victor's face.

"Hmm, you're doing so well baby." That simple praise made Victor arch his back. The amusement that burnt in her eyes were clouded by lust. Victor again was left in the middle of his room, the clamps starting to make his nipples sore.

Another half hour passes when she comes back. She lightly taps on the clamps, making Victor cry out. There's a small laugh as her hands make her way down his chest. They skip over his neglected cock and straight towards the plug. With one push, Victor was sprawled on his back and legs spread in the air. She ran her nails along the back of his thighs, light red streaks following behind. Her fingers wrap around the base of the plug and Victor holds his breath. She pulls it out till the tip is left and pushes it back in instantly. She relentlessly thrusts the plug into Victor's ass. There's a snide smile as Victor writhes underneath her, his legs trying close but the metal bar prevents him. His back arches perfectly off the office rug, his small waist begging for hands to wrap around it. As the thrusts begin to pick up speed, Victor feels his mind slipping away from him. His moans are starting to become unrestrained and drawn out. When he feels his orgasm approaching, everything stops. His eyes snap open, he hadn't realised they had shut, and he looks towards the woman confused. She says nothing as she lifts Victor back onto his knees by his shoulder.

He's back to facing the door but the girl doesn't leave him. She moves behind him, her hands lingering around him. Leaving every nerve on edge.

"Is this what you call working?" His voice was shaky to start with but regained its bite towards the end.

"The report is being uploaded. Till it is done, I'm not finished." Victor felt her hands wrap around his torso. One trails up to tug on the chain and the other wraps around his cock. He falls back into her touch, head resting back on her shoulder. Victor looks up at her, mouth gaping open as the sensations take over his body once again. Her cool hand on his cock made him jerk hips and the vibrators shifted down. The vibrations were now concentrated on his balls, causing more ecstasy to run through his veins. Her hands leave his shaft and move lower, back to the plug. She moves her lips to his ears, kissing the shell before whispering.

"Will you be good?" The whimper from Victor was all she needed to continue her actions.

In the middle of his office, Victor was on the floor in the arms of the one he loved the most. Falling apart in the most delicious way. The stinging pain of his nipples, the torturous vibrations on his balls and the fast thrust of the plug made his mind break. The more he lost his control, the louder the moans grew. His thighs quivered, toes curling as he felt the familiar peak approaching. One last tug of the clamps bought Victor's ruin down on him. The burning in the pit of his stomach finally exploded out, coating his chest. He's left panting against her chest and as he comes down from his high is only then when he realises. Goldman was rattling the door handle and knocking confused. Then to his left sounded the ding of a completed file. She knew he’d lose.

Victor looks back towards her, eyes glazed over from his orgasm. In her eyes he looked like a lost puppy.

"You lost." Her lips were pulled into a victorious grin and honestly seeing that glee on her face was worth the loss. Victor, too enraptured in her, didn't notice Goldman leaving. She begins to kiss down his jaw, sweet praises leaving her lips to relax Victor's body. He whines against her lips to remove the vibrators and she laughs softly whilst removing them. Victor tended to get silent after an intense orgasm, his voice often hoarse from the constant crying out. There were tender kisses placed onto his nipples as the clamps were removed. Once everything was removed and cleaned, he moved to the couch, laying on top of the girl. She held his head against her chest, fingers running through his hair. Reassuring him that he did well even though he lost.

"The report better be good." He says begrudgingly after a beat of silence.

Only she knew how to take apart the composed character Victor had built. Only she knew how he spent his time. Only she knew how to make him lose control.

[matthewtkachuk]

how to be a heartbreaker: rule four - rafe cameron

Rafe Cameron’s privileged upbringing has let him get away with far too much, for far too long. Between his tormenting of the pogues, running his mouth without consequence, and arrogant attitude, it’s time someone knocked him down a peg. Breaking his bones didn’t work, but maybe you can break his heart.

co-authored with my love, freya @rekrappeter

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader, unrequited!JJ x reader

warnings: angst, starting a relationship under false pretences, drinking and drug use, mentions of death (not main character!!), mentions of drowning

word count: 4.8k

a/n: here’s the second to last chapter!! please please please leave us feedback, freya and i read every comment and cry, love you guys so much!!

As JJ re-explained the next rule, you couldn’t stop the scoff from leaving your lips. “Who exactly is the ‘we’ in this rule, JJ? Cause it sounds to me like it’s really just me.” You sighed, the thought of getting close enough to Rafe Cameron to break his heart freaked you out the more JJ spoke.

“We’ll be with you through it all,” JJ reassured you. 

“What do you mean through it all?” You asked, “Are you going to be there holding my hand while I let him kiss me?” 

JJ scratched the back of his head, eyes flicking to Pope and John B who shrugged their shoulders, allowing him to take the fall for this question. “Eh, we’ll be there to provide support afterwards.”

“Knowing you guys, you’ll be pissed at me for kissing Rafe Cameron,” you snapped, crossing your arms in front of your chest. 

“I promise, y/n, we’ll be full of love and support,” John B promised, making you roll your eyes. 

“Oh yeah, full of love and support like when JJ punched that touron who was trying to take me home.” 

“He was a douchebag,” JJ defended himself.

“I literally just wanted to sleep with him, I don’t care if he was a douchebag. Do you make sure all the skinny blondes have winning personalities before you fuck them?” You smirked when he didn’t have a response.

“Can we get back to the plan please?” John B butt in again, frustrated as JJ sighed and nodded.

“Rule number four: never get attached, we don’t do that”

You awake the next morning, sunlight filtering through your broken blinds and your brain immediately goes through your to-do list for the day, like it does every morning. You’re still half asleep, contemplating spending an extra fifteen minutes in bed but it wasn’t until an arm wraps itself around your waist that you’re jolted from your thoughts and awake. Arm. Snores. Last Night. All the memories came rushing back in seconds, your stomach twisting with nausea and you felt the blood leave your face. 

You panic, wondering how to escape from underneath the arm of your best friends’ most hated person before realizing this is your house and even if you were able to escape there is nowhere to run. As if sensing your thoughts, the arm pulls you closer and his face falls into the crook of your neck. Your heart is beating erratically, from panic or attraction or a mixture of both, you can’t say. Two soft kisses are pressed against your skin, before he huskily mumbles “good morning.”

It was hard to ignore your heart missing a beat, it was even harder to ignore the erupting butterflies in your stomach at the sound of his voice. When you heard his voice, it reminded you of how he praised you last night, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he fucked you gently on the bed. He was so attentive last night, making sure that you were okay and enjoying it, and boy, did you enjoy it. He had you undone in seconds, you couldn’t even pretend you hadn’t wanted him, every bit of you was screaming for him to take you. 

“y/n, you okay?” Rafe asked softly, cuddling you even closer if it was possible. You relaxed into his embrace for a second, unable to resist the warmth his body provided before your phone buzzed on your nightstand. 

“I should get that,” you replied softly, pulling away from him and he let his arms drop from around you, situating himself on your pillow. You tried not to stare too long at his bare torso, remembering last night when you kissed down the abs god gave him. Swallowing hard, you looked away and furrowed your eyebrows at the message from JJ.

dumbass ❤️: mandatory meeting pogues assemble

The words reminded you that you were playing with fire. You sighed, and Rafe sat up a little in your bed, “everything okay, y/n?” 

“It’s just JJ, he wants everyone to meet up at John B’s,” you replied honestly, not seeing any reason to lie. 

“Oh,” he nodded slightly, “forgot about that part of your life for a second.”

“You forgot that I’m a pogue?” 

Rafe sighed, running his hand over his face, “No, that you’re best friends with Maybank. I used to see you as Maybank’s wh-girl, but now…” Rafe trailed off, eyes looking past you to the mirror hanging on your bedroom wall that reflected your current position. 

“First of all, I’m not JJ’s anything. I don’t belong to anyone.” You replied sassily, making eye contact with him through the mirror, “Secondly, what do you mean by ‘but now’?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“I think last night explains it all,” Rafe smirked, the faraway look in his eye completely gone when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him, kissing down your neck. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation, and you wanted nothing more than to pull away when you realised that you were enjoying this moment. 

“Rafe, stop,” you laughed, trying to pull yourself away from him, for your own sake. The line between doing this for the plan and doing this for yourself was blurring with every touch of his lips.

Rafe sighed heavily, pulling away from you but not before cupping your face and planting a kiss on your lips. You lost yourself in the moment, melting into his body and letting him deepen the kiss. He could have kissed you all day if he liked, it wasn’t until your phone vibrated again that he pulled away, a smug look on his face.

dumbass ❤️: NOW! 

You sighed heavily at the message, hating when JJ would get into a demanding mood like this. You pouted, thinking about how your car was still in the shop where you had left it, not really in the mood to make the long trek to John B’s. 

“Whatcha pouting about, pretty girl?” Rafe asked, eyes focused on the curve of your lips.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking about how I’m going to have to walk all the way to John B’s-” you started to explain before he silenced you with a kiss. Your pout transformed itself into a smile despite your efforts to resist. You couldn’t help but wonder why you were giving in so easily. The rational part of your brain hated him, but the way he made you feel so good... You let the kiss deepen once more before he pulled away.

“I can drop you off,” he replied a little shyly, “y’know if you want me to.”

Your lips curved into a smile, having Rafe drop you off at the chateau would show them all how well the plan was going. Plus, JJ’s reaction would be a bonus. You could almost picture it, the stormy look in his eyes from the day before coupled with a grimace. Either that or complete indifference, but either way you wanted to find out. “Okay.”

“I thought you’d put up more of a fight,” he admitted, leaning on his elbow and looking down at you.

“Honestly, I just really don’t want to walk,” you replied, hand moving to run through his hair, “besides you’ll be on your best behaviour, right?”

He gripped your wrist, pausing your motions, before pressing a kiss to the inside, “for you? I’ll try.”

Half an hour later (you lazily made out with him for another ten before quickly getting dressed and heading over), Rafe pulled up outside the chateau. You weren’t sure if luck was on your side or not, when the prying eyes of your friends peeked over their shoulders at the sound of an unfamiliar truck at the side of the house. JJ stood out from the crowd, standing by the hammock, a smoke hanging loosely from his lips. 

You tore your eyes away from him, ignoring the look he sent you and turned your attention to Rafe, who was staring at the unreadable expression on your face. “Thanks for the lift, Rafe, appreciate it,” you mumbled, reaching for the handle. 

Rafe grasped the wrist of your other hand, making you turn to him. “Forgetting something?” You were confused for a second, but the smirk that rested on his lips answered any questions you had. He closed the gap between you, his hand cupping your face to deepen the kiss. His tongue ran along your lips, making you moan softly into the kiss. When you pulled away, you didn’t miss the quick glance Rafe sent to JJ making your stomach knot slightly. But who were you to be worried that he was playing you, when your ultimate plan was to play him? 

“Your dog is glaring at me,” Rafe chuckled, making any worries you just had disappear. 

“Don’t mind him,” You mumbled, thanking him for the ride again and hopping out of the truck, “call me, yeah?”

“Of course, babe,” Rafe winked, and when you closed the door of the vehicle, he reversed out of the driveway and was miles down the road by the time you made your way to the pogues, all with different expressions. John B’s eyes were wide, almost as if he just witnessed the real life santa claus walking around naked; Kie was amused, the smirk growing wider at the heart eyes popping from your head; Pope, as usual, seemed worried and you could tell that his mind was coming up with twelve million different questions; and lastly, JJ. You couldn’t make out his expression, he looked sour but accomplished. You weren’t sure what he was thinking but you knew that in only a couple of seconds, he’d be filling you in on his messed up thoughts. 

“That looked like some kiss,” John B whistled, playfully fanning himself making you push him off the driftwood he was lounging on. “How many of them have you shared?” he asked from the ground, resting his arms behind his head. 

You shrugged your shoulders, plonking down next to Pope and letting him comfort you silently by placing his arm around your shoulder, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, muttering a quiet greeting. “Just a few,” you acknowledged, looking back to JJ, “right, boss, get the meeting going.” 

JJ’s eyes scanned your face, looking for something that was missing. You knew he knew, he could sense it the moment you got within two metres of him but you didn’t bring it up, you didn’t ask him what was wrong because he’d eat you alive. “How is it going with him?” JJ asked, his voice low and filtered with underlying annoyance. 

“H-he’s definitely falling,” you hummed. JJ took another look at you, this time his gaze zeroing in on the red mark on your shoulder that you had failed to cover up.

“Did you fuck him?” JJ asked you harshly, dark gaze strictly on you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, JJ,” you snapped back, cheeks feeling warm with embarrassment about being called out. 

“Uh, I think it’s my business if it’s going to fuck up the plan,” he replied, as if that thought should have been obvious to you. “Besides, you’re my best friend and that makes it my business.”

Rolling your eyes, “I think if anything, it furthered your stupid little plan. Besides who I do or do not fuck is not your concern, friend” you spit at him. The pogues sensed the outright hostility and quickly made their way into the chateau to give the two of you privacy. Although, if you know them as well as you think you do, they’re likely standing on the other side of the door, listening in.

“Look, I just think there are plenty of other people you could fuck if you needed to,” he replied, hands in the air.

“Oh really? Because everytime I try, something or should I say someone scares them away.” You glare at him, more than aware of the way JJ runs off every guy that so much as looks at you.

“Those guys aren’t good enough for you,” he mumbled, suddenly losing all his indignation in favor of something that looked a little like shame. 

“It’s literally for a quick fuck, JJ. I’m not trying to get married here. Besides, if they’re not good enough for me, show me someone who is.” 

There’s silence as JJ considers your words. You raise a single eyebrow at him, waiting for him to give you something. “That’s what I thought.” You pushed past him and entered the Chateau to find your friends just on the other side of the door, staring at you with wide eyes. “What?” 

You threw yourself onto the couch, crossing your arms and legs protectively over your body as you sat there and pouted. Pope sat next to you, a hand encouragingly resting on your knee. You waited for JJ to enter the house, his eyes shooting a glare in your direction but they must have caught Pope’s stare on the way, his face softening slightly as he released a heavy sigh. He made his way to the chalkboard, picking up the white piece of chalk and ticking off rule one and two. 

“What about rule number three?” you piped up. 

“Well, you gave him everything you had, there’s nothing more left,” JJ snapped, this in turn caused Kie to jump from the stool she was sitting on near the kitchen, walking up to JJ and pushing his chest. “What the fuck?” he hissed, eyes narrowing at the dark haired girl. 

“You stop being a fucking dick, this was your idea and if you’re not happy with how it’s going then fuck off,” Kie snapped, getting real sick of the attitude JJ has become accustomed to. 

“She’s right, man,” John B agreed, nibbling on his bottom lip, “You’ve been real snappy lately, especially with y/n.”

You threw your hands in the air, letting a sigh of relief escape past your lips, “Thank you!” 

JJ’s eyes softened, his pink lips turning into a pout. He knew there was something wrong with him, he felt more irritable as the days went on but he never pinpointed that it was because of this plan. The Pogues were right, he didn’t have the right to be annoyed at you but yet he still was. “I’m sorry, y/n,” he hummed, running his hands through his blonde hair. 

“It’s fine, J… I’ve actually been thinking, I don’t think I want to continue with this plan-” It was like a wave of anger just washed over JJ’s expression at your words, if it was a cartoon, steam would be flying from his ears. Pope squeezed your knee in support, getting ready to pounce at JJ in case he loses it. 

“What? So you fuck him and now all of a sudden you’ve got feelings for him,” JJ chuckled drily, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“What are you talking about? Look at how this plan has us acting, we’ve never fought this much before,” You shouted at him, standing up from the couch and letting Pope’s hand fall from you. You square your shoulders at JJ, telling him you mean it. 

“Don’t bother lying to me, you know that has nothing to do with this. You like Rafe Cameron, admit it!” 

“I don’t!” You hollered, ignoring the aching in your chest at the obvious lie. “So what if I fucked him? It probably just made it more believable that I liked him but I’m sick of this. I’m sick of fighting with you, I’m tired of you jumping down my throat every time I see you, it’s not the same. I’m through with this.”

JJ trudged towards you, his breathing erratic, “We’re not through until you break Rafe’s heart,” his voice was low, but his eyes spoke loudly enough to back up his words. They were fuming, scanning your face as if it was the last time he’d see you. 

“You can break Rafe’s heart all you want, but I won’t be a part of it anymore,” you whispered, pushing past his panting body and stalking towards the door, pushing it open loudly. You paused on the porch for a moment, contemplating going back in and apologizing to JJ, promising him you’d finish what you started but the image of Rafe entered your mind. In this moment, you cared more for Rafe than you did JJ, a foreign feeling. 

“Hey, you’re still here,” the sound of Pope’s voice made you turn, looking at him walking over to you. “C’mon,” he mumbled, pulling your body flush against his and comforting you. He ran his hands up and down your back, and you were never so grateful to have him in your life than in that moment. 

You nestled your head into his chest, tears brimming your bottom lashes. “Pope, I’m exhausted.” 

“I know, I know it’s hard pretending and I’m sorry you’ve to go through this,” your friend whispered, tightening his grip on you. 

“No, Pope, I’m exhausted fighting with JJ over every little thing. I’m pretending here, right now, around all of you,” you cried, allowing the tears to fall. Pope had to take a second look when he pulled away from you, never seeing you cry in his life. You were always so tough, so hard headed and it made Pope’s heart ache at the sight of you right now, “When I’m with Rafe, I feel more like myself these days.”

“But y/n, it-it’s Rafe Cameron,” Pope’s brows furrowed.

“I know,” you exclaimed, shaking your head, “I know, Pope.” 

“Look, go home and think about all this. I’ll be here with you until the end of the line, okay? I’ve got you.” You smiled thankfully at Pope, doing your handshake with him before jogging down the steps of the porch, ignoring the sight of the blonde peeking from the door when you turned to wave at your friend.

Pope looked at JJ, shaking his head in disappointment. “If you don’t tell her how you feel soon, you’re going to lose her.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” JJ mumbled, his inner voice telling him deny, deny, deny.

“Then don’t come crying to me when I’m right.”

“She fucked him, man,” JJ mumbled, running his hand over his face. His heart was hammering against his chest, his blood boiling in his veins. He wanted nothing more than to hop onto his motorcycle and go directly to Rafe Cameron and smash his face in. The thoughts of him having his hands all over your body made him sick. 

“You can’t be angry at her though, you know y/n, we all do,” Pope sighed, running his hands up JJ’s back as he bent over, trying to ease his stomach, “she may be tough on the outside but she just wants someone to love her like she loves….”

“Like she loves me,” JJ sighed, shaking his head in anger, “I can’t love her like that.” 

“You do though, bro.” 

“N-no, I don’t. I’ve tried, I’ve tried thinking of her in that way, but I can’t. I love her, yes of course I do, but in the same way that I’d love my little sister.” 

“If you want to keep lying to yourself, go right ahead.” Pope sighed, sick of fighting with his best friend about his feelings for their other best friend. JJ just kept silent, knowing deep down that Pope was right, he always was. He did love you, however, JJ wasn’t lying about being unable to love you the way you loved him, he didn’t know how. You occupied his thoughts most of the time, and he was fiercely protective of you, but he could never act on his love for you the way you wanted him to.

In your anger, you forgot that Rafe had dropped you off at John B’s, the realization hitting when your feet hit the gravel and you remembered you had to walk home. You thought about calling him, but you didn’t want to come across too desperately. That would really mess up the plan, you thought stubbornly, ignoring the butterflies that were fighting in your stomach at the thought of seeing him again so soon.

You were grumpily walking through the Cut, grumbling to yourself about your stupid best friend. Your heart sunk as your flip flop caught on a rock and you felt the plastic piece that separated your toes separate from your shoe. Looking down at your now ruined shoe, you briefly wondered if kooks ever had this issue, or if their hundred dollar kate spade flip flops broke too. 

You stopped and leaned against a tree, pulling your phone out to call someone to come pick you up - there was no way you were going to walk in the Cut barefoot. You scrolled through your recent text list, grimacing at the sight of JJ’s nickname and deciding you didn’t particularly want to speak to any of the other pogues who had witnessed your disastrous fighting. Your eyes locked on the text history with Rafe, realizing he was probably the only person who would be willing to pick you up. You sighed, before shooting him a quick text.

you: if i dropped a pin, would you come get me?

rafe: i’ll be there in fifteen minutes

You smiled a little to yourself, who would have ever thought that Rafe Cameron would be who you called when you were in need of help? Honestly, who would have thought that Rafe Cameron would ever be someone you called ever.

Even though he said it would be fifteen minutes, he was in front of you in ten. Seeing the look on your face, he quickly threw the truck in park before hopping out and wrapping his arms around you.

“Hey,” you mumbled into his chest, leaning into him.

“Hey, baby,” the nickname fell from his lips by accident, but he decided he liked it, “everything okay?” You could only shrug, the weight of JJ’s words pressing down on your shoulders. “They don’t like you being with me,” he guessed correctly, pulling back a little to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“I don’t care what they think,” you said, the earlier pout resting on your lips again.

“I think you do,” he replied, hand moving to soothingly rub circles on your back as you leaned into him.

“Well I wish I didn’t,” you snapped, feeling a little sorry. Truthfully, it was JJ you were still mad at.

“I like that you care,” Rafe admitted, “about your friends, about the environment, about strangers...about me?” the last two words said with a lack of confidence. You forced a smile onto your face, cupping his cheek with your hand before pressing your lips to his. 

The strange thing is you were beginning to care for him, if only a little. His touch was calming, his presence comforting and his lips were heaven. Maybe you were just so touch starved that you latched on the first one to place their hands on you, but there was something about Rafe beyond the physical. He listened when you spoke, never spoke over you and never invalidated your feelings, not like JJ lately. He pulled away from your kiss slowly, and you kept your eyes closed, lips pursed. After a moment, you slowly opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you softly.

“C’mon, baby let’s go for a drive,” he kissed your forehead again before leading you to the passenger side of his truck, opening the door for you before getting in on the driver’s side.

You reached over the console, wrapping your smaller fingers around his hand and bringing the palm of his hand to your lips, placing soft kisses on it. “Stop that, it’s tickling,” Rafe chuckled, trying to rip his hand from yours but he put no effort in it, secretly wanting you to keep holding his hand. He looked over at you, the sun beating in from the window and lightening up his face. The way the sunshine shone across your body made you glisten, he could see the specks of dust flying around the car but his focus was solely on you, and he could have sworn your outline was sparkling. 

“Where are we going?” you mumbled against his palm, turning his hand around and kissing his knuckles. 

Moments later, Rafe pulled up to a cliffedge, overlooking the town below you. He took his seatbelt off, leaning over and clipping yours out, you took this as an opportunity to climb onto his lap, your knees straddling his sides. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck, circling his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. You felt your fingers absentmindedly brush through his soft hair, thanking the gods above that he didn’t have enough time this morning to style it with an oddly amount of gel.

You lifted your head up but knocked it off the sunvisor causing you to groan. “You okay, baby?” Rafe asked, his breath dancing across your exposed skin. He placed a kiss on your collarbone, and when he didn’t hear you answer, he pulled back slightly seeing your focus on something else. In your hand held the photograph that Rafe kept in his car, one that you were curious about. Your finger grazed the face, smiling back at you in the picture, seeing the brunette for the first time. Her smile was beautiful, her eyes were twinkling with excitement and the longer you stared into them, you knew exactly who it was.

“This is your mom?” you whispered, feeling the tension get heavy. Rafe let out a shaky breath, nodding his head at your question. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, she was,” Rafe sniffled, wanting to reach for the photograph in your grasp but his eyes found your face, seeing how soft and calm your expression was. He knew you wouldn’t pry, he knew you wouldn’t question anything but something deep down told him that he wanted to tell you, he wanted to open up to you about this part of his life that he kept so private. 

“You look just like her,” you smile, looking from the photo to Rafe. Your mouth parted at the expression on his face, the glossing of his eyes made your heart tighten in your chest. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“N-no, don’t be silly, it’s fine,” he mumbled, glancing at his mother. “When I was four years old, Ward took me out fishing by the lake on a Saturday. I don’t remember the day much, it goes by in such a blur. One week of my life was all pushed into one memory, I remember crying a lot. I remember there was a lot of screaming and-”

“Rafe, you don’t have to talk about this,” you interrupted him, hearing his voice shake. His tongue darted out from his mouth, wetting his lips and he shook his head, wiping the tears that were sliding down his cheek away. He avoided your eyes, the blue in them bright from the tears and the sun, but you reached up to cup his face, his stare finding yours immediately. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“I want to,” he whispered, “I’ve only ever spoken about this to one person, and that person was my therapist. I want to tell you.” You nodded at his words, urging him to continue. “So he brought me fishing to his usual spot, he warned me about the steep slip and told me, over and over again, to not go near it. But I was four years old, I forgot or I wanted to go home so I thought, maybe if I slipped, I would get to go back home. Anyways, I stepped on it and slipped into the lake, but I couldn’t swim and I didn’t realise Ward wasn’t looking at me.”

“Oh, god,” you couldn’t help the emotions from crashing over you, feeling his tears wet your hand. 

Rafe sniffled, trying to chuckle through the pain the memory brought, “They got me out of the lake but I was unconscious, I could remember the sound of ambulances and flickering lights but everything was a blur until I woke up two days later, and no one was there to see me.” Rafe paused, heaving a deep breath, he clasped his fingers around yours, holding you tightly. He was shaking at your touch. “But it turns out, they were planning my mother’s funeral. Ward had called her from the ambulance and she left work in a hurry, she didn’t realise one of her tires were flat and--” Rafe couldn’t finish the sentence, he burst out in tears right in front of you. 

Your chest was heavy as you immediately wrapped your arms around the crying boy, bringing him closer to your body and comforting him in silence. His whole body was shaking with the sobs, the sound of his pain making you cry alongside him. His arms circled your waist again, squeezing and grasping onto any bit of life he could.

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[imagine-loki]

Stitching The Wounds, Chapter 11

TITLE: Stitching The Wounds CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 11 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki and Kilgrave are Alphas and feel a spark with the same omega. RATING: M

Leona was surprised at herself with how nervous she was. She didn’t think she would be, but she was worried about messing things up.

She really felt like Loki and Kilgrave were the ones.

So she decided to give them one last challenge before being claimed. To see if they truly wanted her. And she did like a bit of fun, being manhandled…

‘Why don’t you go up to my room, get undressed and wait on the bed for us.’ Loki said, sliding his hand up and down Leona’s thigh a few hours after dinner.

Leona didn’t say anything, she got up and headed out of the room, with a bit more of a sway to her hips while she walked. Loki and Kilgrave grinned, looking at one another.

‘How are we doing this, then?’ Kilgrave asked after she left the room and they heard her going upstairs.

‘You mean, who is going first?’ Loki chuckled.

‘As the older Alpha, I think it should be me.’ Kilgrave said slightly cockily, smirking.

Loki raised an eyebrow at him. ‘This is my house.’

‘Was. I pay half now, you said it’s as much mine now as it is yours.’ Kilgrave reminded him.

‘Only one way to resolve this, then.’ Loki grabbed his wallet from the table and took out a coin. He threw it in the air and caught it, putting it over the back of his hand. ‘Heads or tails?’

‘Heads.’ Kilgrave said decisively.

Loki removed his hand and he grumbled, making Kilgrave chuckle.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t tire her out too much for you.’ He winked at Loki as he stood up too. Loki rolled his eyes and then they both headed upstairs.

When they went into Loki’s room, Leona was indeed there like she had been told, but she was still clothed.

‘Why are you not naked, pet?’ Kilgrave asked firmly, shutting the door behind them.

Leona shrugged, she was sitting at the top of Loki’s bed against the headboard, watching TV. Loki folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes at her.

‘Turn the TV off, doll.’ He said, nodding his head to the remote on the bedside table.

She raised her chin up, a look of defiance as she didn’t move.

Kilgrave crossed the room and stood on front of the TV, arms across his chest. Loki started heading around the bed to get the remote, Leona took that opportunity to scramble across the bed to the opposite side, giggling.

Loki turned the TV off and Kilgrave moved swiftly to grab Leona.

‘Where do you think you’re going, pet? It’s time to make you ours.’ He growled, his arms slipping around her.

She looked up at him and he could tell by the look on her face she was being cheeky, she wanted this. But she wasn’t going to submit easily for them.

‘Come on, take off your clothes. Or are we going to have to do that for you?’ Kilgrave smirked down at her.

‘You do it… Unwrap your present.’ She teased, biting her lower lip.

‘That can be arranged.’ Loki growled from behind her as he moved in on her too, effectively trapping her between the two strong Alphas.

They started undressing her, touching and stroking her body as they went. Her skin felt like it was on fire under their touch, she felt herself melting more and more.

Kilgrave started backing her up to the bed, she tried digging her heels in but Kilgrave lifted her up with ease and tossed her onto the bed. Kilgrave and Loki climbed on with her after quickly removing their own clothes.

Leona crawled to Loki and she bent over to bite his thigh, making him gasp in surprise. He let out a growl as he wrapped a hand around her neck, forcing her back down on the bed. He kept her firmly in place as he knelt at her side, his other hand delved between her thighs and he stroked through her folds, not surprised at all to find her wet.

‘The sooner we claim you, the better. It’s about time you had Alphas to take you down a peg or two.’ Kilgrave growled, stroking his cock as he watched Loki finger her roughly.

She squirmed under Loki’s grasp, he tightened his hand around her neck and felt a gush of arousal from her in return. He smirked and curled his fingers against her g spot, his thumb on her clit, he quickened his firm movements and had her cumming in no time. The first of many this evening.

Loki released her after leaning down to kiss her lips, tugging her lower lip hard between his teeth. Making her whine and arch her body upwards as he chuckled.

‘Time to make you ours, little omega.’ Loki whispered over her lips.

Loki moved up behind her on the bed and took her head onto his lap. She felt his hard cock at the side of her head, but her attention was drawn to Kilgrave as he loomed over her from between her legs.  

She wriggled in excitement, Loki started stroking her hair softly while Kilgrave lined himself up with her cunt and leaned over her fully. Her body was trembling in anticipation when he slowly started to push into her, making her feel every delicious inch of him as she was forced to accommodate him.

‘Ohhh, god!’ Leona cried out, arching upwards into him.

Kilgrave firmly took hold of her chin, holding her steady as he kissed her, slowly thrusting balls deep into her. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, she was clenching like mad around him, taking his breath away.

‘How does she feel?’ Loki asked, a darkness to his voice as he struggled to restrain himself. It was difficult seeing another Alpha claim her first. Even if it was Kilgrave.

Kilgrave chuckled and momentarily dipped his tongue into her mouth, swallowing some of her whimpers as he slowly pulled back until just the tip of his cock was inside her, then he thrust sharply back in. Making her cry out in utter pleasure.

‘Absolutely heavenly.’ Kilgrave purred, kissing down her neck.

Leona was going to try and be defiant right up to the end, to fight them off and make them work for it… But she just couldn’t. Feeling Kilgrave’s cock inside her had just completely shut her mind down, she just wanted to be claimed by them both so desperately.

Kilgrave started moving his hips against her, fucking her deep and slow. He slipped his arms under her body so he could cradle her up close against him, getting plenty of skin-on-skin contact.

As he rocked into her, angling her up against him so he could get as deep as possible, he sucked on her neck and lightly nibbled over her skin, deciding on where to mark her.

Kilgrave grunted and lost track of his rhythm when she came around him, squeezing the life out of his cock as he continued trying to thrust into her. She was a sobbing mess from the pleasure, Loki kept smoothing her hair back for her and smiling down at her sweetly.

‘You are so beautiful as you come undone.’ Loki purred.

Leona could barely register what was being said. All she could focus on was how amazing she felt and having Kilgrave’s big cock inside her.

Then she felt it… She felt his knot starting to swell just on the outside of her. Kilgrave reached down between them and started rubbing her clit, quickly pushing another orgasm into her. Kilgrave timed it just right, thrusting fully into her with his knot slipping into her.

She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her entire body started shaking as his knot swelled to size and locked them together as he spurted hotly into her. She was so full and his knot throbbed directly against her g spot, making her cum repeatedly.

As Kilgrave came inside her, he bit down really hard at the base of her neck, just where her shoulder joined. She cried out from the mixture of pain that flowed through her with the orgasms.

But what screamed in her mind was that he had claimed and marked her… Actually marked her as belonging to him!

His knot was still locked within her, keeping them together for a while.

‘Mine.’ Kilgrave whispered before he kissed her deeply, sensually.

She couldn’t stop trembling under him, her mind was all over the place. But knowing she was now claimed, properly. She had an Alpha… It made her feel really emotional, but she tried to keep it together.

Loki and Kilgrave could tell she was feeling emotional by her body language. Loki continued stroking her hair gently while Kilgrave kept kissing her and stroking her body gently, until his knot went down enough for him to slip out of her.

Loki was desperate to claim and mark her too. But he did his best to wait, to not just pounce on her and push Kilgrave out of the way. As much as he wanted to.

‘Mmm, I want to take you again.’ Kilgrave hummed, kissing her once more.

‘She’s mine now.’ Loki snarled and pushed at Kilgrave. Kilgrave snarled back at him, but he knew he had to share. So he moved to the side and let Loki take his place between Leona’s legs.

Leona let her legs fall further apart, feeling slightly dreamy in a way after her first fuck. She thought Loki was just going to slide right into her, so she was surprised when he didn’t.

He actually focused on her cunt and slid two fingers into her, then started scooping out as much of Kilgrave’s cum as possible. Of course, dragging against her g spot in the process to make her whimper and squirm.

It was the possessive act of trying to get another Alpha’s cum out of her first before taking her that had Leona moaning and wriggling on the bed.

Kilgrave lay down next to her, leaning up on his elbow. He glared at Loki, not entirely happy with what he was doing. But he kept quiet and stroked Leona’s neck softly, lightly tickling her that made her giggle between her light moans.

Loki was growling like a feral animal while he worked carefully and determinedly to remove as much of Kilgrave’s sperm as possible. Then he finally reared up and moved between her thighs, pressing the head of his cock into her.

The omega mewled as Loki thrust into her fully and lay himself over the top of her, her breasts squished into his chest as he started moving straight away. He grabbed her hands and gathered them together into one of his large hands, pinning them above her as he rutted into her.

Kilgrave was hard again already from watching, so he started stroking himself while he watched his fellow Alpha claim his omega.

Loki kissed her, his tongue moving in the same kind of speed as his thrusts. Then he started nuzzling her cheek as he thrust into her roughly, hitting a wonderful spot deep inside her that made her cry out as she started cumming around his cock.

‘Ohhh, yes. That’s it, doll. Squeeze my cock, take your pleasure. You’re such a good girl for your Alphas.’ Loki grunted and set off a chain reaction within her as he changed his angle just slightly, so he was stimulating her clit just enough to make her cum over and over.

His knot then began to swell, just as he pushed deep into her. She felt the same fullness and incredible pleasure that she had felt with Kilgrave. The throbbing on her g spot sent her body and mind completely down the rabbit hole.

She was already addicted to their knots, she knew it was only going to get more and more addicting over time.

‘Ohhh, fuck! Perfect. Just perfect.’ Loki yelled out.

He filled her up with his sperm, claiming her too. And he marked her in the same place as Kilgrave did, but on the other side of her neck. She saw stars as she was now claimed and marked by two Alphas. And it wasn’t just a dream. The pain in her neck was very real.

Loki’s cock continued to throb for a while, keeping her body alight with pleasure. He peppered gentle kisses all over her, Kilgrave reached over and stroked her cheek gently with the back of his hand.

When she was eventually freed from Loki’s knot, he released her and fell onto his side at the other side of her. But Leona couldn’t move, she was completely blissed out. Full of cum and incredibly satisfied.

There was a deep contentment inside of her, now she was fully claimed by two Alphas. Her Alphas.

[lessthandivine]

promise that I’ll meet you halfway | lm x r

pairing: lou miller x you

warnings: light angst, swearing, tsundere!reader, shameless theft (obviously,) suggestive dialogue, stubborn idiots, no beta we die like men

word count: 4672

based on a writing prompt: look, we could keep pretending you hate me, or you could kiss me.

summary: having joined the team at debbie’s request, you do recon for the marauding eight. it’s all smooth sailing, save for a certain blonde that distracts you to no end. swords clang, but you realize where you stand, just in time.

Lou.

Even thinking about her made it hard to breathe, and you swallowed, shaking yourself. Every time she looked at you, with that narrow, cocky gaze, you just couldn’t stand how annoyingly attractive it was. How ridiculously hot it was when her eyes tracked down your body every so often. How infuriatingly smooth and low her voice was when she praised your plans and diagrams, mentioned how important the pages upon pages of valuable information you’d painstakingly collected were. All of that, on top of her irritatingly charming smile and exasperatingly endearing kindness, wit, courage, and intelligence.

You couldn’t stand it.

Shutting the door quietly behind you, you sighed as you took off your coat, shaking your hair out from it’s bun. The loft was quiet, empty, and the clatter of your boots, untied, of course, echoed through the space when they hit the floor. Hanging your coat on the peg, you rubbed your tense neck and rolled your wrists. Walking slowly to the sitting area, you wondered if there was anything stronger than a beer in the kitchen—you could feel the tension in your shoulders, sore muscles and sore joints. Side effect of the occupation, you thought wryly. Recon involved a lot of things, one of which was staying in one place. Small spaces, often. For long periods of time. You were too young to have joints that hurt. No stranger to stress, it didn’t faze you, but none of that made it easier.

You paced a little, fingernails scratching the pad of your thumb, a nervous habit from university. Today, you’d scouted out several locations, none of them leaving much room for comfort. Work always pulled you in several different, sometimes dangerous, directions. Collecting intel, too, involved mind games. You also had to go see a potential ‘client,’ to try and wriggle some information out of. He was the usual sleazy type, of course, and you had to resist the urge to break his nose when he leaned in close and put a hand on your knee, instead carefully plastering on a cloying smile. And while that was your specialty, it was hard. You didn’t like to admit it—everyone played their role in the heist, and you knew you were a key part, but damn if it didn’t take a lot out of you.

You had a reputation to uphold, and this new project at the Met just had so much on the line, you knew you had to do the best you could. And more. Even after the whole affair, while everyone was celebrating, you took the time to scope out a few places that the team had mentioned they might hit next. Your teammates were all so confident and experienced, while you were relatively new in the field, only working on the side or behind the scenes. Especially Debbie, who’d been in this for years, and her right hand woman, Lou.

Lou.

Even thinking about her made it hard to breathe, and you swallowed, shaking yourself. Every time she looked at you, with that narrow, cocky gaze, you just couldn’t stand how annoyingly attractive it was. How ridiculously hot it was when her eyes tracked down your body every so often. How infuriatingly smooth and low her voice was when she praised your plans and diagrams, mentioned how important the pages upon pages of valuable information you’d painstakingly collected were. All of that, on top of her irritatingly charming smile and exasperatingly endearing kindness, wit, courage, and intelligence.

You couldn’t stand it.

It also made the heist planning much more difficult than it already was. You thought it would be better after the team successfully pulled the whole plan off, but even now when it was all over, those stupid feelings were still there. It pissed you off just thinking about it. The weird, irksome fluttering in your stomach, the kind that made you feel simultaneously sick and elated, never failed to come around when Lou was there. It was impossible, really, to handle. Whatever it was, you weren’t familiar with it, and you absolutely hated not knowing.

And it was horrible, worsened tenfold by the fact that you couldn’t even talk to her normally. Work, though difficult, was made easier by the fact that you, her, and the whole team had something to focus on. That forced you to calm down and function properly, for the group dynamic. But anything else, anything personal, almost always resulted in a row, or at least a snarky, unnecessary comment. You always had some sort of sarcastic remark, and Lou, being Lou, always had one in return. It was never so explosive that it would break the team apart, but it definitely made everyone look twice.

You forced yourself to relax as you heard someone coming down the stairs. You’d thought you were alone, the rest of the team out at some sort of… mini golf drinking game course? But you turned from where you’d been pacing a path in Lou’s living room floor to see Debbie.

You smiled instinctively, something tight and too at ease to be real. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself, kiddo,” Debbie called back, slumping down onto the couch. “You okay?” You and Debbie had been acquaintances for a while before she called you to work on this, knowing you were the best person for the job. She’d helped you out of a tight spot more than a few times, so you trusted her. It only made sense that she could read you, could see the nervous tick in your jaw.

You shrugged. “I’m fine,” you said, a little more roughly than you needed to.

“I believe you, sweetie,” she said soothingly, knowing you didn’t mean it. You looked at her, an apology on the tip of your tongue, but she just smiled and you knew she knew.

The loft door opened, a familiar stomping on the wooden floors making you sigh. Even without looking, you knew that Lou was back, pulling off her boots and throwing them aside. Without undoing the laces. Didn’t she realize how easily she could fall like that, and break her arm or something?

Debbie bit back a smile. You really had no idea how similar the two of you sounded, coming in the loft in your boots. When you came in together, it was nearly impossible to tell which one of you was which until one of you complained about the other’s coat on the hanger, or something equally inconsequential. And she knew, by virtue of having been around the two of you separately for various amounts of time in past years, that neither of you would bother to untie the laces putting them on, or taking them off.

Soon enough, Lou came strutting in like she owned the place (which she did, you granted) in her damned black leather jacket, black leather pants, pulling her bike helmet off her head. It left her hair tousled, and as she dragged the back of her hand across her forehead, a bit of bike grease smeared.

She should’ve kept the helmet on, you thought dumbly, as your eyes lingered around the smoky black that made her slate blue irises seem to glow, the smirk she always wore, the few strands of hair plastered to her face, and you couldn’t help but keep watching as she shucked off her jacket, revealing a customary button down (in zaffre, today.) Was it impossible for her to wear a shirt like that without having half the buttons undone? It looked stupidly good, and you forced yourself to resume your pacing after giving Lou a nod.

Lou glanced at you, and then at Debbie, who shrugged. She dumped her helmet on the table by the couch, and you turned at the noise, inwardly sighing. As Debbie asked Lou if Tammy and the others were still at the course (they were,) you crept quietly around her, picking up her helmet carefully from the side table. You were halfway to the foyer, where things like this were supposed to be, when a shuffle made you pause.

“Can you not move that all the time? I put it there for a reason.” Lou’s voice, definitely annoyed, carried through the loft. Behind her, where you couldn’t see, Debbie shot her a careful look, which Lou ignored. You hated it when she put her helmet there, because there was always other stuff that needed to be there, and she knew it. And you knew she knew, so why didn’t she just keep it somewhere else? There was plenty of space, and it would be easier for everyone. You were silent as you could hear her footsteps coming up behind you, stopping a good distance away.

“I wouldn’t have to, if you didn’t leave it in random places all the time,” you finally said, needlessly curt. You knew you sounded childish, but it was easier than turning around and coming up with a response where you’d have to look her in the eye. You knew that those strange feelings in your chest would come back, the ones that surfaced whenever you were around Lou. She stared at you for a moment—you could feel it burning into your back—then scoffed.

“Nobody asked you to clean up after me,” she replied, just as caustic. You were about to retort, but you paused, choosing to set the helmet down on the shoe bench.

From her vantage spot on the sofa, eyes flickering between the two of you, Debbie sighed. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You two fight over everything, even the most stupid things. Just quit it already.”

You didn’t say anything, ducking your head. Guilt swelled up in you, over disrupting the dynamic, over doing something you didn’t need to do and saying things you didn’t need to say, over how you just couldn’t get your head straight. You couldn’t bother to apologize as you hurriedly slinked away to the kitchen, missing Lou looking over at you, confusion masking the hurt in the furrow of her eyebrows.

You might’ve missed the look, but Debbie didn’t, leveling Lou with a deadpan expression, unimpressed.

“You two,” Debbie started, but Lou cut her off.

“Shut it, Ocean, I already know what you’re about to say.”

Debbie continued quietly, ignoring Lou’s protest. “You two dance around each other in the worst way. She hurts you because she doesn’t know how to recognize her feelings, and you hurt her because you’re too stubborn to make the first move.”

Lou glared at Debbie, hating that her best friend was so perceptive, and hating that she was right.

Debbie sighed, waving Lou off. “Whatever. she’s young, maybe this is the new mating dance.” Lou laughed dryly, crossing her arms. “Anyway, do something, or not, soon. There’s a betting pool, and I can’t lose to Constance. Again.” With that, Debbie stood and walked out. Lou stared at the spot where she’d been, hearing the loft door open and close. There’s a what? On us?

Lou ran a hand carelessly through her already messy hair, groaning. Contrary to what you probably thought, she’d seen the tension in your too-straight back, and she inferred that the day’s missions must’ve been stressful. She knew where you’d gone when you left all those celebration parties early. Why did you always have to work so damn hard all the time, running yourself into the ground? Didn’t you know how to take a break and relax? You worked just as hard as everyone else, sometimes harder, but Lou knew that because you were younger than most of the team, you felt the need to make up for it. How stupid, she thought. Your work was impressive as it was, were you really so blind as to overlook how important you were to the team?

Lou tried to avoid thinking about how important you were to her, a familiar frustration already coming to her mind. The two of you traded barbs, always, but sometimes, it made her wonder. It made her wonder something she wasn’t willing to think about, not right now.

You weren’t often seriously moody like this—though you were stressed half the time, you really were a fun person to be around. You were incredibly witty and charming, even (especially) when you were shooting some annoyed comment in Lou’s direction. She’d send one back, and you’d parry, just as quick and dry. She enjoyed it, almost too much, because she’d never met anyone quite on par with her, for verbal sparring. Until you. 

Until you. That summed up everything, didn’t it? All the girls that came before, Lou had never really felt anything for them. She thought she did, but it all went out either with a bang or a whimper. Until Debbie brought you in one day, in the early stages of the Met heist, and you had so much information, detailed insider plans, and a brilliant mind to match. Plus, you’d looked something incredible in your Tom Ford sunglasses, thick Armani cable knit turtleneck, Brioni jacket, Gucci wool coat (‘it’s rather grand, though, isn’t it?’ you’d replied when she’d playfully commented on how tacky Gucci could be,) elegant Cartier watch, crisply pleated Savile Row (Richard Anderson) trousers, shiny Jimmy Choo oxfords, and Target socks. It all totaled, easily, up to twenty. Twenty thousand, Lou had figured. Euros. There were no logos, but she could just tell, from experience. The fact that you hadn’t paid for a single item made it all the more attractive. How she could still remember all that, and the way you’d gestured, the passion of the work really setting into you, was remarkable.

As the plans and projects continued, you’d always been there for the rest of the team with easy advice, and you were never at a loss for what to say that would make everyone laugh. At first, Lou had a hard time with it. Having real feelings for someone was scary, everyone knew that. Especially you. But the sweet sense of inevitability with which she was drawn deeper and deeper into you? That was something she couldn’t ignore, instinct told her. She’d looked upon your bickering with a sort of fondness, that went with how she felt about the rest of you.

Maybe. Just maybe, Debbie was right. Lou was fairly sure that you were attracted to her, that much was evident in the way your eyes lingered on her. It was a familiar thing for Lou, but when it came to you, your attention made her skin flush and her blood thrum. She’s Lou Miller, for goodness’ sake, She could get a girl (or two) easily. But you? You were something else entirely. And Lou Miller was never one to miss a chance.

The loft was empty now, except for you and Lou. You’d heard Debbie leave from where you’d escaped into the kitchen, pouring yourself a stress maté. You just needed a moment to calm your nerves, then you could hopefully make yet another escape upstairs, to go mope under the guise of working on plans. Sighing, you sat down at the table, wondering if ‘destressing’ was even possible, at this point.

Without her boots or heels on, Lou really was as silent as a cat, and you nearly jumped when you looked up from your tea and she’d materialized in the doorway.

“Jesus, Lou,” you said dryly. “Do you always tip toe around like this?”

Lou sighed, unknowingly imitating you, carefully watching you at the table with one of your stupid tea drinks in front of you. There were shadows under your eyes, and your shirt collar (Louis Vuitton, today) wasn’t as neatly tucked as it usually was, and your lips were set in a thin line.

“A good evening to you too.” You nodded at her greeting, casting a furtive glance at her. Moments of silence passed, where she stared at you and you alternated between looking at her, and looking away. God, did she really have to wear that eyeliner she always wore, the one that made her grey eyes look all sultry and alluring? It was just stupid, you decided.

“We fight all the time,” Lou started, blatantly ignoring your scoff. “Don’t you think it’s messing with the team?”

You shrugged, replying without thinking. “Does it really matter?” Even Lou was a bit taken aback at your blasé answer. You were nothing if not intensely meticulous and almost foolishly dedicated to the work they did, but she could tell you immediately regretted your words.

She walked over to stand opposite you, in front of the counter. “I know you don’t mean that.” The words came out sharper than she meant for them to be, and your returning gaze was almost doleful.

“You don’t know a thing about me.” At the sudden, hastily suppressed flinch from Lou, you cringed, biting your lip. She did know you. She hadn’t come to pick you up from one of your scouting locations, in the dead of night, long after you were supposed to come back, because she was bored. Even if she did, almost physically, drag you from your spot, silently kicking and screaming, and even if you complained about it the whole way back, you appreciated it. Sometimes, only Lou, not even Debbie, could tell how tired you were, and sent someone else to go with you to collect intel, to take the pressure off. You regretted your slip, more than you’d regretted your former feigned carelessness, because it just wasn’t true.

“Don’t I? You don’t even know yourself.” You deserved that, you knew.

“Watch it, Miller.” But you said it without malice, in a borderline teasing way. You’d both overstepped, but something in the air wasn’t awkward, or uncomfortable, it was just there. Barely normal.

“We fight all the time,” Lou said again, quietly. “But you don’t really hate me, do you?”

At her question, you looked up, startled. You gazed right at her, tired and sad in the slump of her shoulders, leaning against the counter, in the way she looked at her feet instead of at you. The sight sent an oddly unpleasant shiver through you, and your heart twisted with guilt. Of all things, you weren’t expecting that, at all. Surely, Lou knew that you respected her, right? That even though your conversations weren’t always the best, you admired her hard working manner, her advice, and her input.

But that’s not what she asked, is it? Your rough words sent all the wrong messages, you knew, but she’d never let it affect her. Or at least, she hadn’t let it show. Had it hurt her this entire time?

“I—“ you swallowed, licking your dry lips. “I don’t hate you. at all.” Quite the opposite, in fact. The thought made you pause. You didn’t want Lou to think that you hated her, because it wasn’t true at all. You really, really wanted her close, closer than you’d ever wanted anyone, and it terrified you. You didn't hate her at all. You just didn’t know how to deal with just how much you liked her, how much of a place she had in your heart and mind. How much you had grown used to Lou’s presence, Lou’s easy, witty dialogue, even when bickering with you. Lou. That, all of those annoying, little, petty fights, what you were used to, it was the easiest way for you to just talk to her. To ignore what you really wanted with her. That was all so much simpler than confronting the yawning void in your chest that you knew would gape open if she somehow wasn’t in your life anymore.

“Then why do you—“ Lou’s voice caught in her throat, and you couldn’t stand the, for once, openly conflicted look on her face. You looked away, guilt clouding your eyes.

“Lou, I don’t hate you, I just—“ you stopped, your own voice failing you. I just need you, more than I’ve ever needed anyone, and it terrifies me to no end, that I could take the chance and fail, and break us, and I—

“You just what?” You didn’t miss the defensive, almost… hurt? tone her voice had taken.

“Fuck.” Even without looking at her, the shame creeped into your stomach, twisting and winding. “I never know how to talk to you.” Had you caused that, all because you didn’t know how to confront the way you felt?

“You don’t know how to talk—“ Lou scoffed, crossing her arms. “That’s rich. You? Don’t know how to talk… you’re one of the most well spoken, eloquent people I’ve ever met. Quit the excuses, doll.”

Even now, the feelings returned to your chest, both at her acknowledgement and that dumb term of endearment, the one that lodged itself firmly in your memory. Does she really think that?

“To you,” you said softly.

You looked back up at Lou, not bothering to hide the look in your eyes. Her own face was uncharacteristically vulnerable, making her seem young and afraid. She met your gaze, and the feelings, already rising from her just being there, suddenly shot up, especially when she let her eyes flicker down to your lips.

Lou came over to you abruptly and leaned across the table, propping herself up with a hand dangerously close to yours. You felt your heart jump as she locked gazes with you, as if looking for something, but you didn’t dare move. Her searching scrutiny was intimate, welcome, even, because you could feel yourself on the edge of something bigger than just you.

“Look...” Lou said lowly, eyes stormy but clearing by the second. “We could keep pretending you hate me, or you could kiss me.”

You could only look up at her, back into those turbulent grey eyes, startlingly close. Your mouth parted in surprise. And god, you could see everything swimming in those eyes, anger, anxiety, frustration, hope... fear. Everything inside of you toppled over, and you made up your mind. You just needed a little push.

She straightened up and turned away without a word, jaw tightening. You knew you’d waited more than you should’ve, but it wasn’t too late. You stood to move to the other side of the table, and before Lou could register what you were about to do, you grasped her wrist, gently, spinning her around into your arms. She gasped, hand coming up to rest on your waist, steadying herself. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, eyes fluttering shut—you two had never been this intoxicatingly close, only pressed shoulder to shoulder when working on plans. This was something else entirely, as Lou was so warm, so close, that you could even see where her mascara had left little sooty smudges on her cheeks. You thought to yourself, god, I hope I haven’t gotten this all wrong. The next instant, you brushed your noses together, feeling your own breath come out in a shudder as your lips brushed hers, ever so slightly. Lou’s arm tightened around your waist, the other rushing to cup the back of your neck possessively. Tilting your head away, you let yourself pause, eyes still closed, breathing tremulously with all the hope, devotion, and understanding you held in your arms.

“Tell me to stop.” Your voice was strangely quiet in the thrumming air, and almost immediately, she pulled you in so her hips pressed against yours, breath coming out in hungry pants.

“Don’t.” Lou’s answer snapped something in you, and you lurched forward, sending your weight into hers, lips flush. Tangling your hands in her hair, you couldn’t resist, all slow and soft and fast and hard. She moaned into your mouth at the tension, and everything you’d tried to push away, lock away when you were with her rushed to the surface like tears in glossy eyes. And you let it, you let it rise into the air, into your chest, into the fingertips that caressed her scalp. And Lou, in turn, felt you against her, hot, heady, and held you as close as she dared, then a little closer, because you were always more, always lovingly, gorgeously more.

You could taste the coffee and cigarettes on her, and it felt so much like the right place to be that you smiled, a happy, effervescent hum bubbling up in you. You two broke apart, breathing hard, and you bit your lip, grinning so wide that your cheeks hurt. Lou raised an eyebrow at your expression, resisting the quirk that pulled at the corners of her kiss swollen lips.

“What’s so funny?”

Her demand sent a flush through you, and you just laughed again, pulling her in again for another kiss, chaste and playful this time.

“Me.” You gazed easily up at her amused face. “I was so stupid. I spend so long thinking about how I felt in my own head when I could’ve just thought about you, how you felt, and that would’ve given me an answer better than anything I could’ve come up with.”

Lou’s eyes softened, and it was her turn to press her lips to yours, gentle and giving, so unlike the bruising urgency of before. But no less welcome. “It doesn’t matter how you got there, what matters is that we’re here now.”

You nodded, tucking your face into the crook of her neck. You were a little shorter than her, so this was easy for you, and you felt her cheek against your hair.

“God, I—” you swallowed, inhaling deeply. She smelled like her bike, something clean and warm at the same time, and strangely enough, tequila, though you hadn’t tasted any of it. “I’m really sorry, Lou, I shouldn’t have handled… all of this… like I did.” You worried your lip between your teeth. “It hurt the both of us, it hurt you…”

Lou chuckled, thumb tracing circles just under your earlobe. Dropping a hand from your waist to find yours, she pressed your knuckles to her forehead, her cheek, her lips. “Darling, I said it doesn’t matter, didn’t I?”

I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Sighing, you pulled back, looking into her easy smile, her bright eyes, and you cupped her face to kiss her. You tried to put all you didn’t know how to say into it, and she seemed to understand, groaning softly into your mouth.

“Did you have fun at the course?” You asked quietly, pulling away.

“It was alright,” she replied noncommittally, swaying a little with you in her arms. “I’m sure they’re all drunk as all hell right now.”

“Oh, yeah,” you said, surprised. “You didn’t drink?”

“Nope.” she shrugged. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You were about to reply, a smile playing itself on your lips, when the loft door flew open. Voices filled the loft, a few tipsy shouts accompanied the clatter which you knew was the coat stand tipping over. You felt Lou tense a little up a little beside you, but you didn’t bother to move from your sanctuary in her arms. She relaxed again, also not bothering to separate herself from you.

Debbie walked in with the group, reaching the kitchen first. Upon spotting the two of you, arms wrapped around each other, she broke out into a wide grin.

“Constance, you owe me five!” She yelled, turning back to you. I’m happy for you, she mouthed in your direction, and you just smiled, leaning your head on Lou’s shoulder.

“Seriously?” You could hear Constance stumble her way to Debbie, a flush on her cheeks. She groaned, slapping a hand to her forehead. “Come on!”

“Five thousand, hand it over.” You giggled at Debbie’s smug expression, and without looking, you knew that Lou was amused too, eyes sparkling with mirth. “I knew it.”

“Wait. you knew? You fixed it, you fixed the bet!” Debbie dragged the protesting Constance away, sending a wink in your direction. The rest of them had made it over to the kitchen by now, Tammy rolling her eyes with a ‘jeez, about time,’ and Rose giving a shriek as she spotted you.

“Lou’s got herself a girl,” she sang, Aminta joining in. Daphne and Nineball sported twin smirks as they passed by, giving you a little salute.

“Come on,” Lou whispered in your ear, making you shiver. “Let’s go out.” You felt her arm tighten around your waist, leading you towards the door. Passing by the group, you chuckled at their cheers, shaking your head when Lou leveled a mock glare at them. Feeling the warmth bubbling in your chest chasing away the guilt of the past months, you reached for her hand and interlaced her fingers with yours.

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[bnhabadass]

Want a Hit?

A/N: This was requested by @queensynderella and this was such a blast to write. I have very little experience with NSFW content but I am very pleased with how it turned out.

Synopsis: After being forced to share a room with Shinsou for the night, the two of you decide to share a joint and have a little fun while doing so.

Pairing: Shinsou x reader Warnings: weed, smoking, NSFW Rating: 18+

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“Want a hit?”

You were spending the night in Shinsou’s dorm because of a small rat infestation on the first floor of your building. Just your luck. Only a few weeks until graduation and an outbreak like this occurs. Your classmates had decided to ask Koda from class 3-a to help you out with the problem, but he was out doing some late night training with friends. Until then, you were stuck bunking with one another.

You weren’t very close with anyone in your class other than Shinsou. You’ve seen the other classes grow bonds with one another, but yours never seemed particularly interested in team building. You were thrilled when Shinsou offered up the space on his bedroom floor to you, even though he seemed to do it out of reluctance.

“Huh?”

Shinsou had started rolling the joint about ten minutes prior. You  had noticed he was doing something at his desk but didn’t want to  pry or seem like you were butting in. You opted to look at your phone and scroll through your social media instead.

“Shit. I should have asked if you were okay with it.” Shinsou’s hand reached to scratch the back of his neck. “I usually smoke Friday nights. Helps with anxiety and stuff. But I can put it away if you aren’t comfortable with that sort of thing.”

“No no it’s okay.” You turned your phone off and set it down next to the purple sleeping bag he was letting you borrow. “I’ll, um, I’ll have a hit.”

He gave you a meek little smile. “Cool.”

You took the joint and his lighter and held the substance up to your lips. As you lit the joint, you breathed in for four seconds, held it in for three, and exhaled. The smoke came out of your mouth in a milky white stream before dissipating into the air.

You handed the lighter and the joint back to Shinsou, and he took a hit himself. It didn’t take very long to kick in.

You were baked, stoned, wasted, high as a kite. Whoever sold Shinsou his weed must be excellent at growing. You didn’t need another hit to feel anything, but you took one anyway. You kept passing it back and forth until all there was was the filter at the base.

It wasn’t long before you started laughing. Everything seemed funny to you; your feet and how your toes look like little mice when they squirm around, how cracking your knuckles left them feeling tingly even moments after, the word undulate. You were a laughing mess.

“I didn’t peg you as someone who would be this fun to get high with,” Shinsou said. The two of you were on the floor playing Smash Ultimate and he was winning.

“Then you’re missing out,” you said. “I’m fun. I can do things. I think I’m funny when on the marijuanas.”

Shinsou laughed and paused the game. And you laughed too.

There was a brief moment of silence after you stopped. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more like you were waiting desperately for the other person to do or say something.

You looked in Shinsou’s eyes and he into yours. A small pit began to form in your stomach.

“Can I kiss you?”

The pit grew as you nodded your head. It wasn’t as quick a response as you had planned, as both the drugs and your nervous mindset were affecting your reaction time.

Shinsou leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You felt them tingle as they touched one another. Sparks shot down through your body.

You carefully jerked your hand towards him and cautiously dragged it behind his neck and up through his wild hair. It was soft albeit messy, and you could feel a couple tangles become undone as you ran your fingers through it.

Shinsou carefully tucked his hands under your ass and hoisted you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Your lips never left his.

He gently bit your lower lip and tugged it towards him, looking up at you with his deep, sultry, half lidded eyes.

He released your lip and it slapped back against your gum. He moved down to kiss your neck. His lips desperately grasped onto your skin. You leaned your head back in ecstasy as his lips, tongue and teeth made their mark.

He left another mark above the first one, and then another above that. He licked a long stripe up your tender skin to your jaw line. “Is this okay, kitten?”

You shuddered at the nickname and chills ran down your spine. You felt a pool of pleasure waving down towards your entrance. You started grinding your hips as a response. Yes. Yes that was okay.

The vibrations and friction from your clothed bodies grinding against each other caused you to let out a moan.

Shinsou leaned back in to kiss the shell of your ear. “Can you do me a favor and stay quiet for me, kitten? We can’t let anyone know what we’ve been doing.” His eyes drifted towards the butt of the joint, long forgotten at the edge of his desk.

You nodded as he dove back in to kiss a different spot on your neck. “Yeah,” you breathed out as another wave of pleasure coursed through you.

Shinsou tangled his hand in your hair and tugged, causing your breath to hitch. You wanted nothing more than for him to make his journey further down your body. You tugged at the hem of his shirt and he let out a deep chuckle.

“Someone’s a little needy. Would you like me to take off your shirt, kitten?”

You nodded and he chuckled. The feeling of Shinsou’s hands burning into your side as he scooped up the fabric and tugged it over your head stayed there for a while. Every feeling you got from Shinsou’s hands, his tongue, his lips, they all stayed there and never went away.

Once he had ripped off your shirt, he hesitated to make any movements. He just looked down at your exposed skin. Without his touch you started feeling cold. His window was cracked open slightly, and it was a little drafty in his room.

“Shinsou?”

“Huh?”

“Is everything okay?” The question came out in tired sounding breaths and you needily looped your arms back around his neck.

“Yeah it’s just,” his eyes gravitated towards your chest. “You’re so beautiful.”

Before you could even react, his mouth latched on to your chest and his hands fiddled with your bra strap. He kissed the valley between your breasts and licked a long stripe up to your neck.

With how much he was abusing the different spots on your neck and chest you know that you would be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t care.

Your bra had slid down your shoulders and arms and was now tossed somewhere in his room, discarded from your vision. Shinsou smirked down at you, and you couldn’t help but let out a loud gasp when he pinched one of your nipples. “I’m sorry, kitten. Did I startle you?” His mouth hooked onto your breast, and his tongue swirled around the aching bud. One of his warm hands slowly reached up your stomach to knead your other breast.

It was too much, the sensation of his hands and mouth against such a tender area of your body. Part of you wanted to push him off to let yourself breathe, but you liked the sensations too much, even if they were overwhelming.

“Can you do me another favor, kitten?” he asked again. “Can you get up and take your pants off for me?”

You nodded and used his shoulders to help you up. You were a bit wobbly, but you managed to stand up and undo the ties to the pajama pants you were wearing. They slid off your legs with ease.

Shinsou had taken off his shirt, and you couldn’t help but ogle at the abs he has gained from all of his hard work in training.

“Like what you see?”

Your half lidded eyes widened before sagging back down.

He let out another low chuckle before reaching for your hand and guiding you back onto his lap. Still holding onto your hand, he kissed your knuckles. “Now be a good girl and lie on your back for me.”

You felt a tightness form in your stomach and a pool of slick gather in the thin sheer panties covering your entrance. Your body shakily made its way to the ground. Your back pressed against the cold hardwood floor and you propped your legs up. Neither of you seemed to acknowledge the bed or the sleeping bag Shinsou had laid out for you earlier.

Shinsou pressed his body back over you, pinning your figure between his hands. He leaned down to kiss you again, trailing kisses down your form. His lips touched your jaw bone, then your neck and chest, until they finally reached your stomach. He smirked up at you and tossed one of your thighs over his shoulder.

You felt yourself jolt under his touch. You squirmed slightly as he inched his finger under the waistband of your panties.

“Are you feeling alright, kitten?”

You nodded as the feeling of his lips across your body continued to leave little tingles within you left and right.

Shinsou inched another finger under the waistband and gently slid them down your hips. He smirked at the string of juices that connected you to the fabric. He felt proud of himself, that he could make you feel so wet and vulnerable. He tossed your panties to the side and you could hear them gently slap against the hardwood floor.

Your breath hitched as you felt Shinsou drag his thumb up and down your clit, taking a moment to gently pinch each side of it and roll his fingers upward.

“Does that feel good?”

You squeezed your eyes closed and bit your lip, nodding almost violently as he rolled your clit around in his fingers. You arched your back up, pressing your clit further and deeper against him.

Shinsou smiled, proud of the work he was doing. His dick twitched in his sweats, and he palmed himself to relieve a bit of tension.

You let out an audible squeak when you felt a wide tongue drag up from your opening and dart around your clit. Shinsou managed to keep you quiet by pressing his thumb against your lips. You willingly parted them for him to stick it inside. Every sensation you felt was heightened. Every movement you made, every time Shinsou toyed with any part of you, the feeling stayed ingrained in your body and in your mind. You never wanted this feeling of ecstasy to end.

With his free hand, Shinsou smoothly inserted one of his fingers and fluttered it up towards the back of your clit. It wasn’t long before he inserted another, stretching you out in all the right places.

Your legs were trembling, and Shinsou scooped your other thigh over his shoulder before it could give out. He pressed his face even closer to your womanhood, so close that you were all he could breathe in.

It wasn’t long before you felt that tethered cord within you snap, and you released onto Shinsou’s fingers, tongue, and face. You pressed your hips further onto him, riding out the waves of your orgasm through desperate grunts.

Shinsou smirked as he lapped up every drop of your juices that came out of you. He licked his lips and looked at you with hungry eyes. “Tired, kitten?”

Your body felt heavy. You laid on his floor practically unable to move aside from the occasional twitch. Your senses overwhelmed you entirely.

“Do you think you’ll be able to take my cock?” Shinsou had shed his sweats and was palming himself through his boxers.

Your tired eyes opened up and gave him a sultry glare. You bit your lip and nodded. Although you could barely move, you wanted nothing more than to feel Shinsou’s length fill you up.

He chuckled and tore off his boxers. Your eyes widened as you watched his cock spring to life. He gave it a few solid pumps before dipping back down to your level. He rubbed the tip over your entrance, and you winced when you felt it gently brush against your sensitive clit.

“I hope you’re still nice and wet for me.” Shinsou inched his cock inside you at a painfully slow pace, waiting for you to warm up to him.

You let out a small cry at the initial feeling of Shinsou penetrating you. He leaned over and kissed you to subside the sting. Not much time had passed before your body warmed up and you started grinding your hips against him once again. He took this as his cue to move his hips back and forth matching your pace.

You relaxed your body into the floor and allowed your back to rub up and down its surface as Shinsou plunged himself into you. You could feel your body burning against the rough surface, but with the way that Shinsou interlocked your fingers with his and the way his eyes bore into yours, you couldn’t help but forget any pain you might be feeling.

You arched your back as you felt your second orgasm arise. This was better than any drug imaginable. You were in pure bliss. A sense of euphoria bursts in your head as you came around his throbbing cock.

Shinsou’s dick twitched inside your walls as he reached his own high. He pulled out of you before releasing onto the floor underneath. He caught his breath before looking up at you. “Do you need anything?” he asked, panting. “Washcloth or something?”

Your body ached as you sat up, moving at a snail’s pace. The pot had worn off at this point, and you were left sleepy and with a slightly foggy head. “I think I’m okay.” You turned around and looked at the burns that the hardwood had left in your back. “Shinsou,” you said in a whining voice. “Why didn’t we use your bed?” Your back ached and you were sore all over.

His eyes widened and he looked at you with an apologetic expression, yet the small glint of a smirk he held told you that he did find some humor in the situation. “Shit. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just hurts a little.” You touched one of the burns and winced slightly.

“You know,” he said, sliding his boxers back on. A dangerous looking smirk graced his face. “They say that marijuana is a great sedative. Would you care for another hit?”

You laughed a little. “Yeah. I think I would.”

[jungkookiebus]

Voracious Pt. 3 | kth & jjk

Genre: idol!au, bi poly established relationship, smut Pairing: taehyung x jungkook x reader Word count: 1.8k Warnings: pegging (yall know I love it), anal, ass play, dirty talk, cum eating, use of a sex toy (it’s a strapless strap on for those who are wondering how it works, lol), there is literally no plot, lots of fucking. Author’s Note: I know blue hair Tae™️ didn’t exist at the same time as long hair Jungkook™️, but those are both literally my weaknesses so sue me. 

Voracious Pt. 1 & Voracious Pt. 2

The air felt like it was charged with electricity; every hair on your body stood on end. The atmosphere was hot, sticky and suffocating. Did you notice? Not in the least bit. Your eyes slowly moved up the abdomen in front of you. Time slowed as if you were in a movie and the drops of sweat slowly rolling down his chest seemed to stop in their paths. Sunkissed skin shined in front of you. You reached out, grabbing his waist, and heard a gasp fall above you. His lips fell open and rounded into an O as your fingers buried into his skin. His eyes were closed, and his hair stuck to his skin; watered down blue streaked down his cheeks as he deliriously exerted himself. A second set of hands appeared from behind him, moving along his chest and then down his chest where one grasped his cock firmly. Tae’s entire body shuddered, and his hips only faltered for a second. Behind him, Jungkook came into view over his shoulder. He ran his lips over his ear and then down his neck as he began stroking him.

“You like getting fucked by ____ don’t you?” he whispered.

Tae was currently riding the strap-on you wore as if his entire life depended upon it. Tonight, you and Jungkook were in charge. Tae had recently dyed his hair blue and for some reason your sex drive was out of control because of it. You hadn’t been this turned on over his hair since it was gray.

At this point, Tae was fucking himself as he circled his hips over you. Jungkook grabbed the base of his cock firmly and then moved his hand to the tip where he grasped firmly and began tugging. A strangled cry left Tae’s lips as he fell forward, bracing himself on the headboard in front of him. He looked as if he were struggling to breathe as he now fully lifted himself off the dildo and dropped back down with all his weight. You saw the first tear roll down his cheek as his eyes screwed shut. He felt that good. But this isn’t how you wanted him to come undone tonight.

“Jungkook, stop,” you demanded.

Immediately, his hands were back behind Tae who had now stopped, looking down at you as if you had just told him you threw Yeontan out the window.

“What?!” he breathed. He sniffed quietly as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. “I was almost there.”

You cooed as you grabbed his cheeks, pulling him down to your face. “But, baby, I wanna fuck you now.”

His eyes partially closed as they rolled back for a second, a satisfied hum escaping him. He kissed you, slowly, tongue moving along the roof of your mouth and behind your lip before moving his lips along your cheek until he reached the shell of your ear. He stayed there for a few seconds, letting his breathing sound heavily in your ear as your entire body flushed with goosebumps.

“Only if Jungkook gets to fuck you at the same time.”

Your fingernails dug into the skin at his waist as your knees caged Jungkook, who sat patiently behind Tae still, in your attempt to feel some friction.

“I’d love nothing more,” you smiled back at him.

He begrudgingly lifted himself from the dildo and immediately turned to Jungkook, grabbed him by his nape, and brought his lips down hard over his. Jungkook moaned deeply as Tae’s tongue slid into his mouth. You watched the muscles along Tae’s back move as he brought his other hand down to Jungkook’s ass and pulled him against him. Jungkook’s entire body seemed to melt and mold into his. You sat up onto your knees and your hands roamed over Tae’s ass. Slipping two fingers into your mouth, you coated them before removing and inserting them inside of him. You felt his back tense as you kissed across his shoulders. He never let go of Jungkook as you started to pump your fingers. His moans were the only inclination that he even acknowledged your roaming fingers. His entire body shivered as you thrust deeper and slower. He broke his kiss with Jungkook and panted against his lips, holding tightly onto him as you had him seeing stars.

“Fuck, I want you to fuck me again.”

He kissed Jungkook chastely as your fingers slid out and he was turning to you once more. Reaching behind you, he found the button for the bullet in the toy and quickly pressed it. Vibrations rocked through your center and you almost doubled over as he pushed the textured surface up against your clit.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow, got it?” he practically growled as he let go of the toy. He got down on his hands and knees beside you, getting himself comfortable on his elbows.

Jungkook grabbed the toy, pulling you forward by it until his lips were against yours. All the tugging and pulling had the toy moving deliciously inside of you and you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped, causing Jungkook to smirk.

“And if it’s okay with you, I’m going to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

You said nothing more as you grabbed the lube and prepped yourself again. Tapping the toy against Tae’s ass a few times, you watched as he jumped slightly, still sensitive from earlier. Holding near the tip, you lined up, and slowly pushed. Tae moaned into the bed beneath him as you bottomed out again. Gathering the flesh of his ass cheeks into your hands, you started to thrust into him. The bullet not only worked on your end, but his as well and he was feeling it in every nerve ending in his body. You were hoping you had the same effect on him as he did on you; drooling into the sheets and slowly forgetting your name. Behind you, Jungkook was now working you open with his fingers and before long you felt the head of his cock nudging at the entrance. You stopped thrusting long enough to let Jungkook settle inside of you before moving again; fucking Tae and yourself at the same time. You ran your hands along the smooth skin of his back as you leaned forward to grasp his shoulders and thrust harder as Jungkook started his own rhythm.

Tae’s moans only grew louder as you let Jungkook’s powerful thrusts become your own inside of him. You tasted fresh blood as you bit the inside of your cheek. Jungkook was hitting that other sweet spot as the toy vibrated inside of you. He gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulled you upwards until your back met his chest, but you made sure to keep giving Tae what he needed.

“This what you wanted, baby?”

Earlier in the week you had expressed wanting to fuck/be fucked until your mind melted out through your ears, but you were so overwhelmed with the emotion that you couldn’t even begin to describe how you wanted that to happen. Jungkook had both hands on your breasts now, kneading firmly and pinching your nipples every now and then.

“Yes,” you breathed. This was everything and more. To be in control, yet not at all had your mind soaring.

Jungkook’s breath hitched as he snapped against you harshly. His right hand slid up your chest until he was grasping firmly at your throat. You gripped Tae’s hips tighter, using the momentum Jungkook was giving you. Below you, Tae was grasping at the sheets around him, tears now running profusely onto the fabric where his drool had already soaked through. He was so fucked out he was singing incoherent praises into the room.

“You’re even more beautiful when you’re fucking him,” he breathed. His long hair tickled the tops of your ears as he dipped his head towards you. His grip at your throat tightened. “And my cock disappearing into this tight ass of yours? My favorite view.”

You felt more than saw him pull away to watch himself fuck you, giving you freedom. Leaning forward again, you reached around Tae and grasped his cock firmly in your hand. His bottom half almost gave out into the sheets at your touch, a cry coming from him that only hinted at the pleasure he was experiencing.

“Stay up,” you said while running your other hand down his back soothingly. You twisted your wrist and moved along his length just how he liked it as you pushed your hips against his, spurred on by Jungkook drilling into you from behind. Your fingers scraped along the skin of his back as you tried to give yourself the same advice. Stay up. The more you moved your hips the more your clit ground against the textured surface of the toy and soon you were moaning into Tae’s back.

“Fuck me, _____, and come so that tight ass can swallow his cock.” Tae was gasping into the sheets, getting extremely close to his orgasm as he trembled beneath you.

New tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you let your body succumb to what was happening. Fucking Tae had you more turned on than anything that was happening in the moment and when your orgasm hit, it hit hard and so drawn out that you knew this was the strongest orgasm you were going to have to date. You furiously pumped your hand along Tae’s cock, no longer feeling the slight pain in your wrist as he felt him go rigid before he twitched in your hand, cum painting the sheets below him. Behind you, Jungkook growled at the sudden tightness enveloping him tenfold at this point. He was finding it hard to move but your wet heat seemed to suck him in further each time, creating varying sensations around his cock that had him moaning loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he murmured as he circled his hips into you, your body latching onto him tighter than ever. He gripped your shoulder tight as he pulled out as far as you’d let him before thrusting in as hard as he could one last time, coming hard inside of you.

Your toes seemed to go numb as Jungkook drew your orgasm out with his. At this point, Tae was still beneath you, breathing heavy and gripping the sheets beside him. As soon as Jungkook had emptied everything he had he pulled out, pulled your ass cheeks apart and watched his cum slip out slowly. Something possessive inside of him had him moving forward, burying his face into your ass, and eating his cum from you until you were begging for him to stop. He wrapped both arms around your waist as he pulled you with him, wrapping himself around you as soon as you both hit the sheets. Tae fell in the opposite direction, facing the both of you.

He smiled, lazily, as he came down from his high.

“That was good,” he croaked out, causing you to giggle, as he reached for your hand.

Jungkook reached between your legs to turn off the toy and slowly pulled it out of you before tossing it on the bed.

“Yea,” Jungkook said snuggling into you fully, “me next.”

[slothgiirl]

shadowplay part 17

“I think I’ll stick to sewing,” you utter, frowning as you look over the wall you’d finished painting. It wasn’t. . .bad. It just wasn’t amazing. Not a thing like the sample squared you’d seen in the store.

Alex laughs, blue jeans cuffed half way up his calves, paint staining the once grey sweatshirt. Most of the house had been painted. Your bedroom was done, with your sofa in the guest bedroom as you still had the living room to finish.

“I’m definitely getting someone to do the bathroom,” you tell him. “As fun. . .or well actually diy’s are frustrating. They never look as good as the picture. I’m starting to suspect I’m just not very handy.”

Alex wraps an arm around you, leaving the paint brush soaking in this side closer to mint green paint. White was too sterile for a living room. And you could always repaint the living room. It had been a fun weekend. Once you had figured out the floral stencils for the bedrooms.

“I would say I’d do it,” Alex says, planting a chaste kiss on your lips, “but me and Miles are actually . . .we’ve got something. Not sure what type of something. Yet”

“Baby number two,” you ask, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his, kissing him deeply, his mouth opening up to yours.

“Eh. . .we’ve got to do a pregnancy test to be sure. Play with the song a bit more. . .see where it leads if anywhere. ”

You laugh, padding your way to the kitchen. The kitchen you definitely hated but had to figure out what the hell you wanted to do with it. Architectural digest had become your friend. It was just so tack, with an awful shade of eyesore orange.

But you were leaving that for august. Probably crash at Alex’s while work finished.

You drink your cuppa coffee, long gone cold from this morning. And take a seat on the countertop that was for sure going to get replaced. “Does that mean you’ll go on tour then?” You ask Alex, watching as he pours himself a glass of cold water from the pitcher, a housewarming gift from Katie. He might live with you, but lately, he’d been spending just as much time with Miles between working on music and them being two peas in a pod.

Alex was still here, hair starting to curl around his ears, and you were already missing him, the thought of tour on your mind. On the road for months while you sat around in London. Not that you’d be wasting away like Miss Havisham, but it was Alex. You loved him. You could never get enough of him.

As if reading your thoughts, Alex walks over to you, settling between your legs, his hands on your thighs, “dunno. That’s still a ways away, love.” He kisses your jaw. “Right now we ‘ave . . .maybe one song.”

“You’re right,” you giggle as Alex nips at your throat, “besides. . .I think it’ll be nice to see you play. But let’s get away from the paint fumes for now.”

“You hear me play all the time,” Alex counters with a whine, leaning back.

“Mm, you and Miles taking the piss out of everything while strumming a guitar doesn’t count.”

“It’s worth at least a Brit or two,” Alex retorts with a naughty grin.

“The fame’s gone to your ego,” you groan, pulling him back to you, pulling his lips against yours, your hands bunching up the soft fabric of his shirt, as you lazily kiss. His feel of his body you know so well, pressing against you in the afternoon. In the home you’re both slowly making your own.

“I’ve got you to knock me down a peg,” he says breathlessly against your lips, his hands tightening their grip on your thighs, before capturing your lips once more.

It’s obvious where this is going, as you wrap your legs around his waist, having spent the last week having more sex than unpacking boxes. Finishing moving was nothing compared to having Alex’s cock filling you up, kissing you until you came undone.

“Someone has too,” you joke, reaching for the button of his jeans, palming over his hardening cock.

Alex laughs.

You take off your shirt, a very ancient t-shirt you used as pijamas, bleach stained and worn out. Now paint stained as well. You toss it aside without a thought, moaning as Alex takes your breasts in his hands, massaging them gently, running his thumbs over your hardened nipples. His trails kisses around your neck.

And you can do nothing, eyes fluttering shut in bliss, your fingers threaded through his hair.

Your grip in his brown locks tightens, dragging him up to your, wanting to kiss him again. “We’ve probably breathed in way too many toxic fumes this week,” you whisper teasingly.

“Can’t be worse than smoking,” Alex jokes, his hands deftly tugging your shorts from back when you had done actual exercise, down. You lift your hips, steading yourself on his shoulders, leaving you naked on the counter top.

“Alex, love,” you whine, “you’ve got too much on!”

He chuckles, your eyes on him as he takes his shirt off. Shamelessly admiring his body. The toned muscles of his abdomen. The trail of hair leading down to

-you push his jeans and boxers down his hips, freeing his hard cock. Wrapping a hand around his cock, watching him through hooded eyes as his moans, “fuck, babeh.” You stroke him again for the hell of it, already wet with anticipation. “just like that,” Alex stamers out.

Your skin, burning with desire, in the warm spring afternoon.

You suck open mouth kisses into the crook of his neck, whimpering as Alex pinches your nipple between his fingers, his other hand digging into your hip. Pleasure and pain mixing into a delicious combination. Your hand guides his cock to your entrance, as Alex thrusts into you.

“Fuck, Alex,” you moan, fingers digging into his shoulders, as he ffills you up.

“You’re so fucking wet for me aren’t you,” Alex whispers agaisnt your lips, trusting into you, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, hips snapping against yours.

The groan of the ancient countertop.

“Fuck yeah,” you reply breathlessly. “I want your cock so bad Alexander. Just like this. Filling me up.” You kiss his jaw. Take his bottom lip between your teeth. Kiss him hard enough to bruise. His tongue in your mouth.

Your fingers threading hard through his hair, as Alex sinks into your core, filling you up perfectly in this position. Your legs around his waist, wanting more. Alex always left you wanting more, like a craving you could never fully satiate.

He’d already fucked you this morning, taking you on all fours, morning light streaming in. Not that you noticed, Eyes pressed shut as you orgasmed.

And here you were again, heat relentless in your core, so goddamn close.

The counter creaks.

Alex digs his fingers into the back of your neck, rocking into you feverishly. “ ‘m close,” he moans.

You clench your tight. Clench your walls, Feel like your whole body’s gone-a rush of heat like a fireball in your core before bonelessness. Before sweet oblivion and your thoughts being wiped out.

Alex thrusts deeply once more before coming. Coming undone. His body resting against yours.

Breathless.

Fucked out of your mind. The sharp smell of paint wafts in from the other room.

Alex rests his forehead against yours, smiling softly down at you. “I bloody love you.”

You laugh, looking up at him with a lovesick smile on your lips. About to reply, thinking about something snarky, but feeling out of it. Feeling like matching his sappiness. When the counter cracks.

The counter cracks in half. A chunk breaking off for good measure under your legs. Sending you falling into Alex.

Sending you both tumbling to the ground.

“Fuck this kitchen,” you groan out, rolling your eyes before bursting into laughter. Getting up, ready to go shower before going out.

“They just had to ruin it in the 70s,” Alex hums in agreement. “Fucking particle board. Bloody wankers.”

“Join me for a shower?”

“Do ya even need to ask me love,” Alex smiles, eyes crinkling up with joy.

[admiralty-xfd]

the whole truth

The epic Diana Fowley saga is here! 

I’ve posted the first chapter here, but you can read the entire thing on AO3. PLEASE read my author’s notes if you’re skeptical about this story. I promise, it’s all about the MSR.

“I have lived with a fragile faith built on the ether of vague memories from an experience that I can neither prove nor explain. 

When I was twelve, my sister was taken from me, taken from our home by a force that I came to believe was extraterrestrial. This belief sustained me, fueling a quest for truths that were as elusive as the memory itself. 

To believe as passionately as I did was not without sacrifice, but I always accepted the risks… to my career, my reputation, my relationships… to life itself.”

-Fox Mulder, “The Blessing Way”

prologue

She should have known from the moment she first saw them together that she never stood a chance.

She’d suspected it for a while. Call it women’s intuition. She hadn’t let many men into her life over the years but she knew Fox Mulder well, and from the moment she met that other woman she felt a cold chill wrap around her heart; a sense of inevitability, a sense of doom.

A sense of loss.

Knowing that loss intuitively was very different than witnessing it with her own eyes. She’d once again been losing the man she already lost years ago, piece by piece, ever since he came back into her life. Seeing him with the woman she now knew he truly loved only dug the knife in deeper.

On every other occasion she’d seen them together they tried to hide it; from each other, from themselves. But here and now, alone in this corridor where they thought no one was watching, she watched. And she saw.

She saw Agent Scully’s hand on the back of his neck, her other on his stomach, and she saw Fox’s arm around her waist. She saw her struggling to support his weight; a woman so petite she had to use every ounce of her strength to keep him upright. They were grasping onto one another like actual, physical lifelines. She saw love. She saw devotion.

And she saw trust.

It might not have been simple from the inside, as these things rarely are. But from the outside looking in, she’d never in her life seen two people so wholly immersed in one another.

Her own relationship with Fox had never been clean or simple. But she now realized it had never mattered. She now knew the one thing he’d needed from her above anything else was the one thing he never had: trust. And she could never truly give him that, because no matter what either of them wanted, no matter how much she loved him, everything between them began as a lie and now he could be absolutely certain of that; he’d read her thoughts. He knew the truth. Neither of them had much choice in the matter.

The grainy surveillance photographs in her hands were visual confirmation that her chickens had indeed come home to roost, that everything she’d struggled for over the past decade had been worth nothing in the end, nothing at all. Her own moral compass had been out of whack for so long it was hard for her to know which way was up anymore, what she was doing for herself, for Fox, for the project, for the world. She’d fought for a way out of this existence, but failed. In doing so she had chosen Fox’s fate, all the while believing he’d have chosen the same.

Would Fox have chosen this? She’d hoped it was true; she’d hoped that the truth they’d both sought for so long was worth all of this, worth everything. 

But she’d been wrong. He was worth more to Agent Scully than proof, than truth, than answers... than any of it in the end, and that made all the difference. 

Diana Fowley felt the tight grip of strong fingers curl around her shoulders, forcing her to look at the photographs of Agents Mulder and Scully escaping the facility with the keycard she had provided. Forcing her to feel her heart breaking all over again. 

What she’d done in the end for Fox was right, she knew that much. But it was too late for her now. And she would pay dearly this time.

Chapter 1: The Lie

THE MAJESTIC

ALEXANDRIA, VA

DECEMBER 1987

She spied him across the bar, two, maybe three drinks deep already. Twirling a long strand of dark brown hair around her finger, she sipped her Manhattan and formulated a plan of attack.

She got up and moved until she was two seats down from him, not glancing in his direction, and asked the bartender for another drink. She didn’t budge until she was certain the young man’s eyes were on her, and that task didn’t take long.

Her head swiveled and she smiled, her eyelids at half-mast. He grinned back. Works every time. Men were so insanely easy to work, it was a fucking marvel women weren’t running the world by now. 

It was the first time she was seeing this one’s face clearly. He looked slightly drunk; his hair was mussed, and his tie was undone. His sleeves were rolled up to the crooks of his elbows and she pegged him as a lonely man who didn’t spend much quality time in the company of women, at least, not much of the kind of quality time she was seeking this evening.

It had been a few weeks since she’d gone out looking for this kind of company, but he seemed to fit the bill nicely. He was a few years younger than her, and she could tell by his eyes that he was intelligent. It was a talent of hers; looking into another person’s eyes told her pretty much everything she wanted to know. 

Most importantly for her purposes, she noticed, he was drop dead gorgeous.

“Hi,” he said. She smiled. 

It was her favorite opening line.

“Rough day?” she asked. It felt apropos. 

He turned back to his drink, which was clear, whatever it was, and picked up the glass, shaking it. The ice jangled like an alarm bell.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he replied. 

The bartender set a fresh drink in front of her and she lifted it to her lips. “You’re right, I wouldn’t know. I’m only here for the scenery,” she smirked.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t a ‘thing’ for me, typically. I’m not much of a drinker.” He smiled warmly at her. 

She felt comfortable, she felt safe. She figured he was being honest; he didn’t seem like your typical drunk in a bar.

“Me neither, it’s just… been a day.”

“Oh yeah, you too?” he grinned. “What’s a woman like you doing in…” he trailed off, gesturing around.

“... The nicest bar in the city?” she finished, smirking again.

“Well, yeah,” he chuckled, a bit abashed. It was a nice establishment, nicer than most. Alexandria wasn’t the worst place to go to a bar alone.

“Um… you know. Work… stuff.” She rarely elaborated on her work with men at bars. Quite frankly, most of them were too stupid to understand any of it. The more attractive they were, the less interested they seemed. She was here tonight for only one reason.

“What is it you do?” He looked genuinely interested and she liked him instantly.

“Mostly research,” she lied, smoothly. She wasn’t about to tell a stranger she actually worked for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. “I study criminology, and other social sciences.”

“Criminology?” He looked surprised. “Are you a detective?”

“No,” she answered quickly. It wasn’t technically a lie, but she still felt guilty for misleading him. “Just research. Studying human behaviors and such.”

“That sounds… very interesting.” He narrowed his eyes at her. She believed he meant it.

“Can I buy you another drink?” she asked him.

“A modern woman,” he said. “I like it.”

She grinned and scooted over until she was next to him. She gestured to the bartender, who obliged, setting another glass of whatever it was he was drinking in front of him.

“How about you? What’s made your day rough?” she inquired.

“I’d actually rather not say, if it’s all the same to you,” he said, making a face and holding his glass up. She didn’t mind at all. The less personal stuff she knew about him, the better.

“Fine by me,” she replied and clinked his glass.

“Maybe we can talk some more about you,” he said with a smile that made her melt a little bit. Just a little bit. Everything was going exactly the way she’d planned. The only hiccup was that, for some reason that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, she kind of liked him. Maybe too much.

She grinned, taking a sip of her drink. “If you say so.”

She hooked her toe behind his calf and eyed him, not wanting her intentions to be misunderstood. It was brazen, but so was she. He was attractive and he liked her; she had no reason to look any further tonight. And his own eyes locked onto hers as he wordlessly agreed.

***

The door flew open in a flurry of activity; her mouth pressed against his and his keys falling to the floor. Pieces of their clothing were discarded one by one and through her mind ran the mantra this is not smart, this is not smart. It had only taken an hour for her to realize how much she had already developed a fondness for him. Even though she was here to do exactly what she came to do, she was worried. 

“I don’t usually bring strangers home with me from bars, I think you should know,” he murmured against her neck. 

She looked past him into his apartment, taking note of what she saw. It appeared to be a typical ‘single guy’ apartment, the difference being the clutter. Most men she let take her back to their places had very few possessions, either a remnant of some bad breakup or a product of limited imagination. This guy’s living room was absolutely full of books, papers, and a plethora of materials that surely crowded every corner of his mind as much as they did the room. It didn’t look unclean, just untidy. She smiled at the knowledge she’d pegged him right: he was smart. And lonely.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” he suddenly said, pulling back and looking around, his hand going to the back of his neck. He glanced behind him. “I wasn’t expecting company. To be honest, I rarely have… company.”

She took his face in her hands, regarding him. She already knew he was attractive, but there was something in his eyes that drew her in deeper. She was entranced by his intellect; she had been all evening. He’d listened to her and responded with genuine curiosity. He wasn’t like the other men she typically met in bars. It was strange and captivating and she knew she should resist but she could not.

It was for this reason she reminded herself tonight had to be about sex. Just about sex.

“I don’t know your name,” he said. “I’m Fox-”

“Don’t,” she shook her head. Names would make it harder. But then she had to ask. “Fox? Really?” For some reason this strange name only made him more attractive to her. “How’d you end up with that one?”

“Wish I knew,” he laughed. 

“I like it,” she admitted. She did. “Fox.”

And with that, he led her into the bedroom. There were no more words. It felt as if they had an unspoken agreement this would be about tonight, about right now. It was the way she wanted it, the way she always preferred it. 

Usually she would leave right afterwards. But this time, after it was over, he pulled her into him close and she let him. She felt oddly compelled to stay next to him all night. It was probably a mistake, as nearly every part of her was telling her, but she didn’t listen.

When she awoke he was lying on the other side of the bed, sprawled comfortably, and she watched him sleep. She wondered if perhaps she’d sold this one short. Their bodies had agreed, and he fascinated her, he aroused her own intellect. She softly ran her hand across his brow and his eyelids twitched. 

This could be something, really something.

But then her thoughts turned back to her work. It was where she defaulted when things got too difficult, too personal. She had her reasons for keeping things simple.

She slid out of the bed and gathered her clothes, putting them on piece by piece, completely unashamed of this particular walk of shame. But before she could reach the front door he appeared in his bedroom doorway.

“Leaving already?”

She sighed. “I have to get home.” He approached her, pulling on some sweatpants.

“Did I… do something to offend you?”

Poor thing, she thought. He hasn’t done this before.

“No, I had a great time,” she replied. “I just… have to go now, okay?”

“Can I at least have your name?” He looked so disappointed, standing there. Hair tousled, his naïveté dangling on the sleeve he wasn’t wearing. She’d feel sorry for him if he weren’t so goddamn attractive. Surely he’d bounce back.

It was harder to leave than she wanted it to be. And for that reason, she opened the door, looked back over her shoulder, and before closing it again she smiled at him, offering just two parting words. 

“Goodbye, Fox.” 

WASHINGTON, D.C. FIELD OFFICE (WFO)

601 4TH ST NW

FEBRUARY 1988

Weeks passed, and Diana poured herself into her work. Losing herself in the world of the fantastic was the best escape possible and she felt fortunate she had the freedom to do so. 

She had a degree in psychology and had completed her FBI training, trying her hand in both instructing at Quantico and working in the field. But she soon realized her talents and expertise could be better utilized in other ways; so she became an Intelligence Analyst. 

Luckily, this was the perfect job for her to explore the things that interested her most, namely the human brain and its many mysteries. Generous donors had supplied her the means to do so where many others at the Bureau could not. She was a self-admitted workaholic, and although she enjoyed her work immensely, it was quite stressful and filled her life to the brim.

Time passed and she filled her days with the work and her nights with thoughts of the work. Most of the time these thoughts were undisturbed. But snippets of a one night stand that had ended too abruptly would occasionally resurface. 

After she left that apartment he’d been reduced to two words: the fox. And at the back of her mind there existed a burrow, a small space that was dark and deep and dangerous. It was where the fox lived and held on. 

She thought about that night with him a lot. Too much. She hadn’t been affected this way by a man in a long time and it bothered her that she couldn’t let this one go. 

She told herself it was ridiculous; that even if she had space in her life for a relationship, the timing couldn’t be worse. And it wasn’t as if she could find him again anyway, even if she wanted to. She felt a bit guilty for leaving him alone that morning and she certainly didn’t enjoy thinking of that sad puppy dog face he wore as she walked out the door.

His name rolled over and over again through her mind, however, and she clung to that. Fox. She wondered about him, and wondered if he ever wondered about her. 

One afternoon in her office, as if her thoughts were somehow being projected out into the universe, as if some cosmic force were thrusting destiny into her path, she heard a somewhat familiar voice.

“Well, well, well. I guess this must be fate.” 

She was sitting at her desk reading an article and looked up to find the very last person she expected to see. Fox looked more put together in a suit and tie, and his hair was tidy. He cleaned up nicely. A Bureau badge was attached to his lapel and he wore glasses this time, which she found oddly arousing.

Of course. What were the odds of her finding another FBI agent to sleep with near downtown DC? Higher than she realized, obviously. 

“The fox returns,” she said, trying not to smile. “So you work for the Bureau, too?”

“Afraid so.” He didn’t sound upset she hadn’t told him, just a bit confused.

“Are you stalking me?” she asked him playfully, at least as playful as she got. 

“It’s a lot less romantic than that,” he explained, holding up a case file. Her name was written on a post-it note attached to the front. He gestured to her own badge. “I guess you’re my consult.”

“It really is fate, then,” she said, pleased to see him in spite of herself. 

“How long have you worked at the field office? Shame we’ve never bumped into one another.” 

She shrugged. “I’m a private person,” she said by way of explanation. “And besides, who says we haven’t?”

“I think I’d have remembered you,” he grinned. “You really know how to hurt a man’s self esteem, by the way.” 

She could tell he was joking, that she hadn’t really insulted him when she’d left him that morning. Judging by his behavior, he hadn’t been pining away or anything. It made him even more attractive to her; which was extremely inconvenient.

“I’m sorry about that, it wasn’t anything personal,” she explained quickly. “I just… I don’t do relationships.”

“I get it,” he said. “I’m the same way. Married to the Bureau?”

“You could say that.” 

“It’s okay,” he said coolly. “Anyway, I got what I wanted.”

His comment took her aback. She glared at him, but his eyes softened. “I meant your name,” he clarified, pointing to the post-it note, flashing his thousand watt smile. “Sorry, that came out wrong. Would it be all right if we introduced ourselves properly?”

She sighed, remembering how quickly he’d made her feel at ease in their prior encounter. She felt powerless against his rampant charm. “I’m Diana. Fowley. And you’re Fox.” She enunciated the name slowly, deliberately. She liked the way it felt on her tongue.

“Fox Mulder,” he told her. He extended his hand and she shook it. 

God, he was handsome. It struck her that it was the first time she’d shaken a man’s hand after that same hand had been so intimate with her body. 

“So, that really is your name?” she asked, glancing down at his badge.

“It’s not something I’d lie about.” He wandered slowly around the desk towards her. “Chopin?” he asked, noting the calming piano concerto spouting forth from her cassette deck.

“It helps me concentrate.”

He grinned. “I’ve always been partial to Bach.”

She knew what he was doing. He was trying to have the date they didn’t really have last time. She wanted to put a stop to it but she didn’t. She couldn’t help herself.

“How is it you came to know so much about classical music, Fox?” 

“You can call me Mulder,” he said. “I actually prefer it.”

She didn’t.

“I went to school at Oxford,” he explained. “I used to go… well, my ex used to take me to concerts at the Sheldonian. It grew on me.”

“Handsome and Oxford educated? You’ve got quite the list of credentials.”

He shrugged. “I don't usually put out all my credentials on the first date. But I think you and I are past that.” He grinned at her and his eyes sparkled; the same eyes that had drawn her in last time and she knew she was treading in dangerous waters.

“We aren’t on a date.”

“You’re right, we’re not,” he conceded. “But we could be.”

“So what did you come for a consult on, Fox?” she asked, pushing past his proposition and finally facing him, arms crossed in front of her.

“I’m a profiler with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We have a convict being re-evaluated for mental competency, due to some claims he’s made that defy explanation.”

“Such as?” She was intrigued. Things that defied explanation were her weakness. Handsome men talking to her about the subject were even better.

“I’m not sure you’d believe me if I told you.”

“Try me,” she smirked.

He shrugged. “Psychic abilities. How does that grab ya?”

She removed her glasses and folded them, placing them in her coat pocket. She leaned back in her chair. “I’ve seen some patients display remarkable aptitude for clairvoyance, precognitive behaviors, even psychokinesis. There have been extensive studies on the phenomenon. While it’s still considered pseudoscience, it seems to be within the realm of possibility.”

Fox gaped at her, a small grin curving up either side of his mouth.

“You… believe in that kind of thing?” he asked.

“I’ve seen too much not to believe it.”

He looked at her in wonder, his eyes bright and engaged, seemingly speechless at her revelation. “I guess they sent me to the right person, then. How do you know about all this stuff?”

She raised an eyebrow at him and he quickly retracted. “I don’t mean- I just mean, they sent me to see an Intelligence Analyst that specializes in psych. I’m just surprised you’re even interested in the paranormal.”

“I have a background in parascience,” she explained. “It’s not something the Bureau utilizes much, but it comes in handy from time to time, I suppose… Whenever all your other avenues have been exhausted.” 

Again, he seemed at a loss for words. “I find the subject fascinating, actually,” he said, that same tone he’d used in the bar creeping back into his voice.

“Do you?” She’d never had a man claim an interest in the paranormal to get into her pants. It was oddly refreshing.

“I do,” he replied. “It isn’t often I run into someone who would entertain such possibilities. It’s… refreshing.”

She interpreted his wording as yet another sign this man was somehow meant to be in her life. She believed in lots of things, including fate, and she was starting to believe in him as well.

“I know what you mean,” she agreed. “It’s frustrating when all the people around you refuse to have an open mind.”

“I was actually just reading about a theory that claims prehistoric evidence of alien astronauts that landed here on earth.” He looked at her expectantly and she wasn’t sure if he was putting her on or not. 

Her eyes widened. “Wow. Do you open with that at parties?”

“Not ones I’m invited back to,” he chuckled. “I was just curious about your thoughts.”

“I’ve read about that, too. I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it. It’s a long held theory, but…” she trailed off.

“...Wildly unpopular?” he asked.

“Exactly.”

“Sounds right up my alley,” he grinned. 

“Mine too, actually,” she admitted.

She smiled back and they looked at each other for a moment. The attraction she’d felt for him before was only growing exponentially, and it unnerved her. Before the feeling could continue for too long she interrupted it by holding her hand out for his file. “Well. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He handed her the file and she flipped through it. “Did you do MRIs? Ah,” she removed them and stood, inserting them into the light box on the wall. She scanned them carefully and then pointed to a small section of the scan.

“This is what we look for in these types of cases, here in the temporal lobe,” she explained. “It’s rare, but it seems to be the common denominator. If you look closely, you can actually see faint activity here.”

Fox leaned in next to her so they were shoulder to shoulder. She wanted to feel uncomfortable, a feeling that was comfortable to her, but instead felt overwhelming contentment. Not to mention he smelled incredible.

“And this is… unusual?”

She nodded. “It’s called the God Module. We rarely see any activity at all here. But sometimes there’s a faint hint of something in patients who demonstrate precognition, or advanced intelligence. It sometimes even shows up during extreme religious experiences.”

“Sounds like science fiction to me,” he winked, but she could tell he was being playful. “You’ve actually seen this demonstrated?”

“In a manner of speaking,” she explained. “Many in my field believe great leaps in science and other achievements were accomplished by individuals with access to this part of the brain. Galileo, Newton, Einstein. All corollaries to this theory.” She indicated the scans on the wall. “Looks like your guy could be one of them.” She leaned closer to the scans. “Luther Lee Boggs,” she read. “If you’d like, I could run a psych eval on him for you.”

She wasn’t sure why she’d offered. She told herself it was because this kind of brain activity was rare and she was lucky to have this case dropped into her lap. But the truth was she really just wanted to see the fox again.

His eyes went dark as he looked at her, predatory. It was then she knew for sure she hadn’t had the upper hand this entire time; that she was indeed his prey, and she was completely helpless. She wanted his case and he knew it. He liked her, and she knew it. 

“Have dinner with me,” he said.

She crossed her arms and her eyes narrowed. “This sounds a lot like extortion.”

“It’s dinner.”

“I told you, I don’t do relationships.”

“You mentioned that,” he said. “But you do eat, right?”

She sighed and shook her head, smiling. “You sure are stubborn, aren’t you?”

“Only when it’s important,” he said. “One dinner. Then I’ll take you to see Boggs.”

Fate, he’d said. Maybe it was fate. As a man, he hit every one of the boxes on her checklist. Physically, she had zero complaints. He was interested in her work, not put off by it. And he was definitely interested in her. 

She looked into his eyes, saw them actively changing color as he watched and waited for her answer, and she knew she was done for. Maybe this could be fun. Maybe he was exactly what she needed. Maybe he could help relieve some of the stress she’d been under.

Maybe just for a while.

“Dinner. Okay,” she agreed.

CAPITOL HILL

WASHINGTON, D.C.

JUNE 1988

Dinner turned into sex, which turned into more dinners, until several months had passed and Diana Fowley found herself in a relationship with Fox Mulder. 

He was everything she’d ever wanted in a partner, whenever she’d allowed herself to imagine one. And although she’d resigned herself to a life alone, she was walking back her preconceived notions. She wanted to be with him, she enjoyed it. They were so alike in so many ways. Maybe they could actually make this work. 

Snapping herself out of thoughts of the fox, she turned her attention to the task at hand. Today was an important day. She was standing in the hallway of the Capitol building, a stack of all her latest research carefully organized inside her briefcase. 

It had been several months since she’d attended a meeting like this one and she was a bit nervous. She wasn’t certain to whom exactly she’d be presenting today, but her grant was due for review and she hadn’t been this anxious since those first few weeks back at the academy years ago, when she knew she was being observed closely.

The freedom to pursue her interests in parascience hadn’t come easily. It wasn’t the kind of subject discussed much among her peers at work. Fortunately, her research had been noticed by people outside the Bureau who mattered. 

She took the stairwell down to the lower levels of the Capitol, to a hideaway office. It wasn’t the Senator’s typical meeting spot, and she was certain it was for the benefit of whomever they were meeting with today. She’d barely been sitting outside the unmarked office door for one minute when it opened and a woman poked her head out.

“Miss Fowley? The Senator will see you now.”

She stood and entered, a bit apprehensive. The office was much bigger than it had a right to be, considering where it was situated. The ceilings were vaulted and the adornments were breathtaking. 

The Senator got up from his chair and leaned over the desk, extending his hand. “Diana, so nice to see you again.”

“Senator Matheson.” She shook his hand, settling down in the chair across from his desk. Behind him was a man she’d never seen before, leaning against the wall with an inscrutable expression on his face and a cigarette in his hand. 

The senator was tall and his hair was graying. When she’d met him a year ago, there’d been an immediate attraction between them and she thought there might have been some expectation of a quid pro quo. It wasn’t anything she considered beneath her; Diana wasn’t one to dismiss using every attribute available to her to get where she needed to go. But the expectation never became reality. Matheson was genuinely interested in her work, always had been, and the funding she received from him had been gratefully accepted. Without his patronage she’d never have had the ability to pursue her work in parascience through official FBI channels.

“I’ve brought some progress reports for you to see,” she said, fumbling inside her briefcase. “I think you’ll be very pleased. I have some new research focused on not only what we know of the brain, but the parts of the brain we know practically nothing about.”

Ever since she began seeing Fox, the God Module theory had been at the top of her research priority list. They’d begun to see psych patients together that exhibited precognitive behaviors, and while Fox found them interesting on a more visceral level, what she often found most exciting was the potential; not only for her own discoveries but for the great leaps in knowledge they presented. 

Senator Matheson raised his hand to stop her presentation. “No need, I’m sure your work has been exemplary.” He smiled, and she was confused.

“Sir? I’m sorry, I was under the impression that this was an evaluation.”

“No, I’ve asked you here because there’s been… a development.”

Diana looked behind him at the stranger, who was eyeing her carefully as he puffed on his cigarette. Something about him put her off balance. She glanced at Matheson, expecting an introduction that wasn’t forthcoming. 

“What kind of development?”

Matheson sat back into his chair. “There’s a group I’m involved with, scientists and researchers in the private sector who are working on projects… experiments, really, that are pushing the boundaries of modern science, psychology… amazing things, Diana. I’ve told them about you, and they’ve taken an interest in your work.”

Diana was surprised, but intrigued. “Oh?”

Matheson leaned forward in his chair. “They’re willing to double the yearly amount of the grant I’ve offered you.”

Double? Diana was floored. Rarely was her field of expertise taken seriously by anyone. Her work was barely tolerated, much less encouraged. “That’s… that’s wonderful, sir. I’m thrilled to hear that.”

“If you accept, you’ll be under a private exclusivity contract with them for the next five years. It means you’ll get to continue your work while at the Bureau just as you have been, only they will direct your research, fund it, and retain the rights to your findings.”

This concerned Diana, as she worked hard for the discoveries she made. Passing off the credit wasn’t something she was eager to do. But it seemed a small price to pay for her to have the resources to push ahead. “I think that...sounds acceptable.”

“Things will be a bit different, however, Diana,” Matheson continued. “You’ll no longer be reporting to me.”

The man behind Matheson stood and moved behind the senator, placing a hand on his shoulder. He reached around to put his cigarette out in the ashtray, took a long look at Diana, and exited the room. She watched the door close behind him. 

“Who was that?”

Matheson ignored her question. “You’ll be contacted by someone soon. But Diana-” she looked back at her benefactor. “I cannot stress to you enough the importance of the secrecy of this work. It’s highly classified.”

She nodded, even more intrigued. 

“You’ll be able to tell no one, not family, friends. No one.”

She hesitated, knowing keeping this from Fox would be difficult. But their relationship was still relatively new, and this opportunity seemed once in a lifetime. Her curiosity won out. 

“That won’t be a problem, sir,” she promised.  “Can I ask… about the nature of these experiments?” 

“The Company will explain what they can. There are limits to your access, at least for the time being.” He pinned her with a look, that look he got whenever he was speaking wistfully of space exploration or American history. She liked Matheson, they shared a certain simpatico. “But I think doors will be opened for you, Diana. Doors you’ve probably been knocking at for years.”

In spite of the strange nature of this meeting, of this entire situation, she felt a flutter in her stomach that could only be the galvanizing excitement of discovery. It was even better than sex. And few things were.

Matheson stood and extended his hand. “It’s a shame to see you go, Diana, but I’ll rest easy in the knowledge you’re in good hands. I only hope someday I find another protogé as worthwhile as yourself.”

She reached for his hand and shook it. “Thank you, sir, for the opportunity you’ve given me in the first place. I’ll always be grateful.” She turned and walked out of the room, determined her life was about to change, that she could be making a real difference someday.

That night when she saw Fox, he asked her how her day was. She said it was good. 

It didn’t feel like a lie.

[yeet-or-be-hawed]

“A First Time For Everything” Arthur Morgan x Reader Smut

A request for @fallinginloveatchipotle! It was so nice to get back into writing one shots, I’m so grateful you trusted your request with me, even though it took me entirely too long to write it for you! I hope you enjoy ❤

Even after being together for a few months, Arthur is proving hard to bed. But there’s no escaping the inevitable in a hotel room in the gorgeous Saint Denis

Trying to bed Arthur had been...frustrating. Never in your life had you pegged Arthur to be a prude when it comes to sex, but the more your attempts to get him between the sheets failed the more you were suspecting Arthur was doing it on purpose. Ever since you two got together there’s been something keeping you two from intimacy. He refused to have sex inside the camp- insisting there’d be too much racket and they would be caught. When setting up camp between jobs the camps were always too close to the open road- again, he insisted they were too exposed. But this time was different, Arthur had picked up a tip of a store owner suspected of moving guns and other unpleasantries behind the shop. Luckily for the two of you, said shop was in perfect snooping range of La Bastille’s open balcony. The plan was simple- act as a newlywed couple enjoying a decadent honeymoon in the lively city of Saint Denis. You were confident in your acting skills, but Arthur had a tendency to permanently scowl from the time the smoke stacks come into view until the thick smoky air finally leaves his nostrils. 

Arthur was nervous. The sun was setting quickly and you were on the last stake out of the night. The two of you took turns going out, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. A cigarette break here, a quiet “reading” session there. Sometimes they would go out together to keep appearances, but Arthur knew what was coming when you came back. It was no coincidence he set up camp too close to the road at night, and he knew if he wanted to he could get away with taking you at camp, but to be honest he was scared. You had worked wonders on his self confidence over the last few months, but that didn’t stop the unsettling thoughts that loomed over him as he picked at the gaudy comforter. He hadn’t been intimate with a person since Eliza, Mary was much too proper to touch him like that. He worried himself near to death- could he please you? Would he last long enough to make the night memorable? Would you find his full form pleasing? He looked down at his hands. They, like the rest of his body, were covered in scars. He frowned and began feeling quite self conscious, a cloud of self loathing slowly engulfed him. How could anyone want to be with him? He was an old, ugly outlaw with nothing to show expect for a couple hundred scars. But a face illuminated the fog hazing his mind, it was your face. It was the memory of you taking his hand in yours and kissing every little scar from the tips of his fingers to the bend of his elbow. He didn’t feel quite so ugly, he remembered the day you sat with him in his tent told him how beautiful every little feature of his was. The way your fingers gently stroked his cheek and ran through his hair. His heart felt lighter now, he felt a little more worthy of love. The final boot to thick haze of doubt was the sight of you standing in the threshold, looking at him. You wore a fine silken dress and your hair was pinned up in a perfect updo, looking your role of a wealthy young girl of class.You took his breath away. 

In your opinion, Arthur never gave himself enough credit. When you closed the door behind you and looked at him, it was just like the first time you saw him. He was devastatingly  handsome to say the least- he never failed to make you speechless. He had removed his vest and shoes, looking a bit more casual in just his pants, suspenders, and his button down- which had the first few buttons undone revealing the tufts of chest hair that you loved so much. He had trimmed his beard to look more his role, you had initially protested as his beard was one of your favorite of his features. But as you looked at him now, the five o clock shadow accented his strong jawline and you could actually see the scar on his chin. You could shave that man bald and put him in a potato sack and he’d still be gorgeous. When he looked at you, it was with the softest most adoring eyes and usually that would be enough to melt your heart but tonight was different, tonight you were tired of the norm and hungered for something he had been denying you for far too long. You knew Arthur well enough to know if this was going to happen, you would have to start it. Luckily, you and Karen had already planned this out so the dress she let you borrow was very easy to slip out of. When he stood to meet you, you stepped forward and pushed him back onto the bed. When he opened his mouth to speak, you put a finger over his lips. He wasn’t getting away that easily. You took it slow, just like the girls told you. Your hands found the zipper just below your neck and slowly took it down.When the zipper hit the small of your back, the top half fell easily, you could see Arthur’s eyes widen in anticipation and it slowed your hands even more. The zipper went all the way down to where your back met your butt and you slipped out of it gracefully. You considered wearing a corset underneath, they were all the style these days- but  this was more important than keeping up with silly fashion trends, even if they were in the name of disguise. Now you’re standing bare before him, nude as the day you were born and his eyes were trailing your body hungrily. 

He could already feel the fabric of his pants growing tighter over his groin as he looked over your body. Never in his life had he seen anything more perfect, and all of his fears were gone. 

Before you could react he grabbed you and was kissing you hard, with more passion than any kiss you had ever had. All of a sudden, you were no longer in control and you were just puddy in his hands. 

His body felt like it was on fire as his hands explored your skin, you were so soft and supple under his touch, you were a vice upon him in which he could never quit. He wanted you, and what made it even more addicting was your want for him. A low groan left his mouth when you slipped your tongue between his lips and he could feel your fingers pulling at the buttons of his shirt. Never had a woman been so desperate for his touch and it was euphoric. He couldn’t think over the feeling of your small hands pulling at his clothes, as desperate for him as he was for you. When you had gotten all his buttons undone, your arms looped around his shoulders and when you pressed your body against his, he swore he felt his heart stop. When the kiss parted and you looked up at him, he didn’t feel self conscious about his body any more. He couldn’t pull down the suspenders and remove his pants quick enough. When he looked back to you, you were already sprawled out on the bed, he reckoned this was what heaven looked like. His heart pounded in his chest as he pulled you under him and his lips found yours again.

You couldn’t stop the buck of your hips when his lips crashed against yours and his tongue broke through your lips. His hands were moving up your body now at a slow, almost torturous pace. But it all paid off when his hands found your breasts. A moan rewarded him for each pinch and pull at your nipples and he couldn’t hold back a couple low growls himself. You could feel his hardened member brushing against your thigh, when your bucking hips harmonized, the head of his dick brushed your clit and it sent a shiver down your spine and pulled a moan from deep inside both of your throats. 

He could feel how wet you were against him and it was sending a static throughout his brain and he was unable to think. He was a slave to his own body and his desires for you. Your shaking and heavy breathing was intoxicating, your moans were debilitating, and he wanted more. His hand moved down your stomach slowly until it found your clit. Just the slightest pressure of his finger was enough to pull a haughty moan from you. He kicked himself for ever second guessing this. As his finger began moving in slow circles around your clit your moans grew louder and more desperate. He could feel your fingernails digging into his arms and it only pushed him further. Your lips had slacked completely against his, no longer kissing but open against his, breathing moans against his lips. He was so concentrated on pleasing you he didn’t even see your hand move until he felt it around his cock. With your hand slowly pumping him it was hard to concentrate on his movements, it was his turn to melt under your touch. It had been so long since he had been touched like that it sent him reeling. He bit his lip hard and swallowed his gasps and moans as you milked his cock. His fingers were working on your clit but the slow heavy circles were sporadic now, his concentration split between his pleasure and yours. 

You could already feel the pleasure building when you gasped, “Arthur, please.” 

He looked at you, and the lust in your eyes made his hips twitch. You were pleading for him and it was something he didn’t know how much he needed until he had it. He steadied his voice but could only get out a whisper, “Are you sure?” 

You responded with a pleading moan and a nod and that’s all he needed. He lined himself up with your center and inhaled sharply and he pushed himself in. 

You had seen his cock before, you knew he was well endowed but it still pulled a gasp from between your lips as he inserted himself fully. It sent you seeing stars and you whispered, “holy shit.”

He stopped immediately and looked at you with concern, “you okay? Should I stop?” 

You squirmed under him and shook your head, “please keep going.” 

It came out more of a moan and that was enough for him. His pace started slow, but quickly turned fast and hard as the pleasure took him. He felt more animal than man as he pounded into you, sweat forming on his forehead. 

With each thrust into you, pleasure washed over you like a wave. The shaky moans and cries coming from your mouth were utterly out of your control now, his length hitting that perfect spot that had you gasping every time he bottomed out inside you. He couldn’t control his moans now either, his lips now slightly parted as his grunts and growls escaped with nothing holding them back. Just when you thought you were about to climax, he pulled your legs up against his chest and it lined him up for the perfect sweet spot. Now with every thrust he was able to fully insert himself and it caused you to see stars. When you brought your hand to your clit, he swiped it away and replaced it with his. His thumb was heavy on your clit and his movements were rougher, more aggressive. Your moans were growing louder and louder, his pace was at its strongest now, pounding fiercely into you. The pressure was building again and this time the climax was unstoppable. You could barely get out a “Shit Arthur I’m gonna-” and his pace on your clit ramped up, sending you over the edge before you could even finish your sentence. 

Arthur could feel you tightening around his cock as you came and it was almost enough to make him cum then and there, but he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to make this last, and seeing you in a puddle of yourself was just so damn sexy. 

His pace did not relent after you came and the post-cum sensitivity was enough to drive you up a wall. You were still a panting mess and he was hitting you just right that you could already feel your pleasure building back up. 

Arthur could already feel the wetness increasing again as he thrusted into you and it made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years- confident. There was no denying his skill as your face contorted in ecstasy and your body trembled below him. But his stamina was starting to wain and his pace was slowing, the sweat beads were dripping down his forehead now and his legs were starting to ache. 

You picked up on his slowing pace and pulled him under you, this confused him. But all was made sense as you slowly took him in. “Goddamn,” You whispered through clenched teeth. As you ground your hips down against his, his moans were the most prominent between the two of you. No woman has ever taken the lead before and it felt so damn good. When he tried to buck his hips upward, you put a hand on his chest, “let me do the work, darlin’. Let me show you what I can do for you.” 

He tucked his hands behind his head and watched as you rode him. The friction of your clit against his public mound mixed with his full length inside you the whole time you rode him was overwhelming. When you looked at him, his eyes were full of lust and adoration and it made your heart full and your clit throb. 

As he felt himself getting closer to climax, he pulled you tight against his chest and began pumping up into you. The position was perfect and it damn near had you screaming obscenities. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Arthur keep going.”

He grunted under you, he couldn’t use his words he was so close now. Your breath was hot in his ear now and you were whispering so many vile things in his ear his head was spinning. He was almost there now, but not close enough. With one swift movement, he pulled you under him, facing downwards. You folded yourself with your ass high and your face buried in the covers. He wasted no time pumping into you, the small break you gave him was more than enough as his pace was right back to full speed. His movements were more rigid, you could tell he was close. Your hand found its way back to your clit and either he didn’t see it or let you take the lead with it because he didn’t swipe your hand away. As you paced your fingers with his hips, your moans and cries grew more desperate. “Fuck Arthur, yes I’m close again.” He pounded into you hard and you gasped, “Goddamn!” Your voice was a whisper. “Goddamn, I love you.” 

The euphoria took over your mouth filter before you could catch it. It was barely louder than a whisper, but you felt him tense up and stop. “What did you just say?” He said between breaths. 

Your face was red now, you hadn’t meant for it to come out this way, or this early in the relationship. “I said.... I love your... cock?” 

You were a bad liar, he knew it and you knew it too. “That ain’t what you said.”

You were too scared to look at him, but his cock was still inside you and the mood was quickly being lost. “I, it wasn’t...” 

“Do you... love me?” His voice was soft, when you looked at him, he didn’t look scared or shocked. 

You sighed. “Well, I wasn’t plannin’ on tellin’ ya this early. I didn’t want to scare you off but...” 

“I love you too.” 

“What?”

“I said, I love you too.” He chuckled and rubbed his neck, “guess I didn’t want to scare you off either. Never imagined someone could love a man like me.” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Of course I love you, Arthur. You’re the best man I’ve ever known.” You paused and the smirked. “Arthur?”

“Yes?”

“You’re still inside me.” 

“O-oh.” He laughed and so did you. With the mood effectively out the window, he pulled himself out of you and dropped to the bed beside you. 

Now that you had said it once, it felt so nice to say it again, so you did. “I love you, Arthur Morgan.”

He wrapped his arms around you and you buried your face into his neck. “And I love you, Y/N.”

When you cuddled closer, you felt his still hard cock poke you. Your eyes felt heavy and you told yourself you could finish in a few minutes, you just needed to rest your eyes a moment. You were out in less than five minutes. 

[selfshipwritingandstuff]

Our First Times: Duman

Another few months passed. Winter turned to spring, and the wizards and I returned to our routine of spending nights camping in forests or by the side of the road.

It was early evening, but we had decided to set up camp already. The spot at the border of a forest, with a nearby stream of fresh, clean water had just seemed to be a good choice. Duman and I were tasked with pitching up the tents, and while I did so, I was suddenly overcome by the unpleasant feeling of being watched. I finished hammering the last tent peg into the ground and got up. Maybe my companions had come back from gathering firewood and getting water from the nearby stream sooner than I expected and had been watching me work. But when I turned around, there was nobody there. I could distantly hear Anagan and Ogron having a cheerful conversation at the stream and Gantlos was still somewhere in the forest, picking up dry sticks and moss for the fire. And Duman… was nowhere to be found.

I bit my lip, looked around nervously and called out:„Duman?“

No answer but for the quiet sound of a twig snapping somewhere between the trees. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

Shit. There was… something there, I had no magic, only a small dagger to defend myself with, and the wizards would probably not be here in time to save me if it attacked me.

A pair of red-glowing eyes appeared in the shadows of the undergrowth. My breath hitched in my throat. Time seemed to slow down as that animal, looking like a huge black wolf, leapt at me. Its huge, heavy body collided with mine, knocking the air out of my lungs and throwing me to the ground.

At that point, my survival instincts flared up. I grabbed the dagger from the sheath fastened to my thigh and threw myself around, so I was now on top of the animal, poised to slit its throat. But suddenly it didn‘t seem aggressive anymore. Not at all. It stared at me with wide eyes, it‘s fanged maw wide open in an expression that almost seemed… like it was laughing?

The fangs started retreating back into its jaw, and so did the fur into its skin. The snout became shorter until it was flat and turned into a very familiar hawkish nose. And as soon as Duman had the vocal cords to do it again, he started laughing hysterically.

„Y-you should see your face right now!“

I inhaled sharply. „Not. Funny.“ But my righteous indignation only seemed to amuse him further, causing him to laugh louder. Until I grabbed his shoulders and let myself drop onto him to pin him in place. Then he stopped laughing, his cackling replaced with stunned silence. I realized that this was a very… compromising position, with me holding him down by the shoulders while straddling his hips, but I was too angry to think of the implications.

„So. You thought that it was funny to scare a helpless girl half to death, did you?“

Just a few months ago I wouldn‘t have dreamed to speak to the wizards in that tone.

His surprised expression turned to a smirk. „You don‘t seem so helpless right now. In fact, I believe I am the helpless one right now.“ And he didn‘t seem to mind in the slightest. In fact, there was a gleam in his eyes that I had seen in Ogron‘s and Anagan‘s eyes many times before. And as a few seconds passed, I felt slight movement between my thighs.

„So?“, he asked. „Aren‘t you going to punish me for my little prank?“

I sat up straight. „You know, if you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask.“

„True, but I had to know if you would be able to be dominant. And just asking you would have been less funny.“

„We‘ll see who gets the last laugh. Ogron has shown me some things I‘m dying to try out on you now.“

Ogron and Anagan were completely okay with me also sleeping with Duman. In fact, when I brought it up that I would spend the night with Duman, Ogron was quick to give me advice on how to be a good dominant. He warned me not to try out anything he hadn‘t tried out on me first, and to always be make sure to keep an eye on how Duman reacted to the things I did. Being too adventurous could very very easily go sideways and leave one or both partners with physical or emotional damage, especially if the dominant was as inexperienced as I was. With that in mind, Duman and I retreated to my tent.

I hugged him from behind once the tent flap was closed, leaving us alone with each other.

„Nervous?“, he asked.

„A little“, I admitted. „Just… tell me to stop if you need to.“

„I‘m not doing this for the first time, Evie.“

„But I am.“ My fingers slid under his belt, loosening it so I could pull the long tunic over his head. „And I don‘t want to hurt you.“

„You won‘t.“ He cupped my face with his hands. „I‘m all yours tonight, little huntress. Make the most of it.“

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. „Do you have rope?“

He conjured it up and handed it to me.

„Lay down on the bedroll.“

He did so without hesitation, and allowed me to grab his wrists and tie them together, with the same knot Ogron always used on me. Of course, the tent had no bedpost I could tie them to, but I noticed that someone, presumably Duman, had driven another tent peg into the ground just above the bedroll. I gave him a smirk and leaned over him so I could finish his restraint, not paying any mind to how close my breasts came to his face while doing that. I only realized it when he tugged the lacing of my shirt open with his teeth and pressed his hot lips onto my sternum.

I sat up again. „Now now. Did I allow you to do that?“

He inhaled sharply, and again I felt his member twitch against me. „No, Evie. I‘m sorry, Evie.“

I hummed in vague acknowledgement of his apology. I had to admit I could definitely see why Ogron adored tying me up so much. The look on Duman‘s face, half-closed eyes, cheeks flushed with arousal despite me not even touching him all that much yet, so helpless and eager… it was too good to be true.

I kissed him, then let my lips wander down, over his jaw, his neck with the rapid pulse beating under the soft skin, his shoulders, chest and stomach… the closer I came to the hem of his pants, the faster his breathing became. I dipped my tongue into his belly button, making him gasp, kissed my way along the barrier of fabric separating me from the spot where he really wanted me.

I pulled his pants down, slowly, ever so slowly, with his erection straining against what was keeping it down. Then it jumped free, hitting his stomach with a lewd slap that caused a twitch between my legs.

„Everything alright so far?“, I asked.

„Yes… everything is just perfect. Please… please go on.“

I smirked and continued my trail of kisses where I had left off. Though I purposefully avoided his member. I kissed everything around it, his stomach, his hips, his thighs. But not the spot he wanted.

„E...Evie… please… k...kiss it too.“

„Kiss what?“, I inquired with a devilish smirk.

His breathing got even quicker. „F...fuck, Evie, please kiss and lick my cock. Please, I beg you, let me feel your amazing mouth on it.“

The feeling of pure lust that washed over me at those words was indescribable. And since he asked so nicely…

I started with the base, dragging my tongue along the length of the shaft, up, then down again, coming closer to the tip every time. Duman was moaning at this point, loudly begging for more and reflexively thrusting against my movement. He threw his head back and let out an almost animal-like cry when I took the tip into my mouth, letting my tongue dance around it. Then I let him slip in deeper, taking in the heat of his skin and the slightly salty taste of his arousal. And once I felt that he was about to cum… I stopped.

He let out a whine that wasn‘t entirely unlike a dog‘s.

„Now now. You‘ve got to earn your happy ending.“ I quickly got up, shed my clothes and sat down on his stomach, so that his erection was pressed flat against my slit causing my juices to get mixed with the precum leaking from his tip. Slowly I started moving my hips back and forth, enjoying the friction of him against my clit and his wanton moaning. I couldn‘t take this much longer. I wanted him inside me, wanted to make him come undone, hear him scream my name as he was driven over the edge. So finally, I let him slip inside of me, eliciting another loud cry of pleasure from him. I dragged my nails over his chest, not hard enough to draw blood or even really hurt, but just enough to leave some marks that would be visible until tomorrow, and began to ride him, lifting my hips and slamming them down against his over and over again. And every time, he hit that sweet spot inside of me that made my heart skip and my core twitch.

„Evie… Evie I‘m… fuck… I‘m about to cum-!!“

„Not without me you‘re not“, I replied, upping the movement. I already felt the familiar pressure between my legs, it wouldn‘t be long.

He came with a loud, hoarse moan, slamming his hips against mine. The heat and pressure of his hot seed spurting against the entrance of my womb sent me over the edge as well. I screamed my lust into the night, and then let myself drop onto Duman‘s chest.

We were both breathing heavily, and while I sluggishly reached up to free his hands, he peppered my breasts with gentle kisses.

He sat up once he was free, with me still in his arms, and it was an odd feeling, like we were now completely different people than we had bee just a few seconds prior. He wasn‘t my submissive toy anymore; I wasn‘t his huntress. We were Duman and Evanora; the powerful wizard and the magic-less fairy.

„Are your wrists alright?“, I asked.

„Yes. They‘re fine.“

„And you?“

„I‘m fine, too.“

I grabbed the waterskin I always kept at my bedside and handed it to him. „Here, drink something.“

He did so, taking a long gulp before handing the waterskin to me again. Then I leaned on his chest, languidly tracing the outlines of his muscles.

„Is there anything else you need?“, I mumbled.

He chuckled. „Just you.“

I kissed the scratches I had left on his chest. Soft, gentle caresses meant to soothe and relax. And while I did so, he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around us.

„I‘d love for this to become a regular thing, you know“, Duman said. „You did great.“

„Sure. Whenever you want.“

[carriedawayfromhome]

Ruby - L.H

Count: 2k Summary: Luke needs to learn to let go. 

Rating: Explicit

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Luke can’t imagine his body feeling anymore sensitive then it currently is. He’s kneeling on a carpeted floor, thankful for the soft push under his knees, his arms are bound behind him, the cuffs secured tightly enough, though the position of his limbs is starting to ache. He wriggles his fingers within the restraints as much as he can, trying to get the blood flow to his arms.

He breathes slowly, surely, trying not to make himself dizzy, the gag in his mouth is making his jaw ache, he doesn’t know how long it’s been there, but his chin, neck and upper chest are all now covered in his saliva. He can’t see that though, only feel the cool sensation on his chest, his nipples hard at the change of temperature. It was a matching set, the cuffs, gag and blindfold, black suede with a red trim. She let him pick it out, let him feel the fabric between his fingers, before she had demanded him kneel in the middle of the room, ready for instruction. 

He can hear her shuffling around, picking up different items that she owns, most of the time he can’t even remember everything she has. There’s draws and shelves of different toys, outfits and restraints waiting to be used. Luke always think they’ve tried everything she owns, but sometimes she’ll bring something out and Luke’s eyes will widen at the contraption, unsure of what’s about to happen and that always makes his mouth water, eagerness shines bright over his eyes. 

So far for this session there has been a light spanking, a thank you being spoken every time the whip came down onto his milky skin. At one point his nipples were encased in clamps, the feeling sending pleasure and pain shooting through his whole body, the hair on his neck had lifted at the sensation. After the clamps was a quick bit of wax play, he didn’t love that as much as he enjoyed the rest but he knew she did, and as always, he did as he was told. 

He suddenly feels a hand in his hair, no harsh intentions, just light pressure on his scalp, nails scratching, making him feel lightheaded. Her hand trails down to the clasp at the back of the gag, he feels her fiddle with it and then it pulled away from him, the pain shooting through his jaw as he closes it for the first time in awhile. Luke lets the air fill his lungs as her hand goes back to his hair massaging his scalp in the process, making him melt at her touch. 

“Colour.” 

“Green.” He replies, letting her know he is happy to continue. 

“Good boy.” 

Those two words always makes his heart swell, makes his stomach flip and his hands clench. When he originally looked into dominatrix and BDSM he didn’t expect it would make him feel the way it does. It was recommended to him by one of his bandmates after an exhausting and downright tiring world tour, the responsibility of performing on stage every night and doing promos and interviews made him weak inside, made him want to curl into a ball and not wake up. When Calum suggested BDSM he was initially completely put off, of course he had heard of it and he had dabbled with previous girlfriends, but generally it was him tying someone up, him being in control. But when Calum suggested that it would be good for him to lose control, for someone to take care of him in a safe space, to be able to let go, then he became intrigued. 

It took him some time to research and look up different places and people who offered various services. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he felt that he would know once it was in front of him. After a few weeks of studying his options he came across an ad for a woman named Ruby Red, there was a picture accompanying the ad, Ruby looked to be around thirty-five or so, she had soft features, sharp green eyes and mid length brown hair, she was wearing a lace bondage set, the picture had made Luke’s stomach flip and he immediately gave her a call.

He remembers parking his car on the street outside her house, the nerves racking every bone in his body, he had to force himself not to turn around and drive back to his house. After a few minutes of deep breathing he exited his car and made his way to her house, feeling his palms sweat every step he took to the front door. 

Their first meeting was an introduction to the world of BDSM, Luke had mentioned over the phone that he was completely new to all this and she explained that the first appointment would be a lot of conversation, a time to talk about what he needed and what his boundaries were. 

He immediately felt very comfortable around her, her demeanour was soft, calming, she made Luke feel relaxed in her presence, even though his heart rate would speed up every time she mentioned something she could do for him. 

“Pegging?” Her soft voice floats through her office, he expected to open the door to her wearing another bondage get up, but instead she was wearing light jeans and a button up blouse.

His eyes widen, “What is that?” 

She smiles at him, “Pegging is when a woman wears a strap-on dildo or holds a handheld dildo or vibrator and uses it to have anal sex with her male companion.” 

Luke feels a small bout of arousal shoot through him and he can’t help but look away, wringing his hands together nervously, “Um, I guess, maybe, I could try.” 

“How about I put it down on the maybe list? We can bring it up further down the line if you’re comfortable.”  Luke nods at her direction, “Fisting?”

“Um, ah, no thank you.” 

She nods at him, her pen scratching at the stack of papers she has in front of her, Luke’s name front and centre, “How do you feel about urination? Golden showers?”

He scrunches his nose at that one, “Definitely not.” 

She nods, smile still in place. He keeps having to remind himself that she won’t laugh or make fun of the things he does and doesn’t want to do. He’s expecting that at any moment men with cameras are going to jump out and his horrifying picture will be spread across every tabloid cover - 5sos frontman Luke Hemming’s a BDSM freak. 

“Okay so we’ve now gone through your physical and emotional limits, previous experience and health conditions, I’ll just go through some last other little details then I’ll show you the room.” She places her stack of papers on the table in the middle of the office, “When you enter the room I will place a collar around your neck, this will show your submission to me and the session will begin. You will either address me as mistress, madame or Ruby unless I specify. Now every session is different, generally we begin with light spanking or whipping with light bondage to begin and then the session will proceed from there, I can’t say exactly how each session will go as every client is different and has various needs depending on the day.” 

Luke nods at everything she is saying, trying to take it all in. He’s as anxious as he assumed he would be at this point, it’s a little intense when everything that could be done to you is read out in an organised list but on the other hand it’s nice to know nothing will be sprung on him, nothing to scare him - too much. 

That was four months ago and he’s been seeing Ruby every week since that first meeting. He was still so skeptical right up until the first actual session, but eventually Luke eased it into, really allowing himself to let go, to let someone take the reins. His first session with Ruby Red was exactly as she had described, he had walked into the room, instructed to strip, but if he wanted he could keep underwear on. He remembers watching Ruby sit down on a leather couch, this time she was clad in a red lace corset and a latex skirt donning her lower half. He was instructed to bend over her knee, the request had made Luke blush like mad, but he did as he was told, getting fifteen spanks from her hand, the area left red and raw. 

Later on that night when he was eyeing off his backside in the bathroom mirror, his stomach clenching every time his own hand would graze over a bruise that was left there by her. Initially he didn’t think he liked the spanking part of his session, but as he rubbed lotion onto the used skin all he could think was wanting someone to barge into the bathroom, hold him down and use their hands to mark him some more. 

Each session had brought something new, it started with different apparatuses - paddles, whips, floggers. There were clamps and ropes and chains, even a rough pinwheel that rolled along his chest, giving him the most intense whole body experience. Ruby had told him to let go and he listened, letting years of taking on more and more and having to put on a smile even when he didn’t want to, wash away from his head, down his body and onto the floor, leaving him feeling light and elated. He had cried that session, letting everything he had been holding back in a glass cage be smashed to pieces, the shards falling around him like snow, his hands finally unclenching.

He’s brought back to the present time with a sudden tug on his neck, the collar he’s wearing being pulled against his skin. 

“Luke, what do you want me to do?” Ruby’s voice echoes over him, making him shiver with anticipation and delight. 

“Choke me mistress.” 

“What do you say Luke?”

Luke’s eyes close as he feels another soft tug at his collar, “Thank you mistress.”

“Good boy.” 

After the choking session was completed and Luke letting himself get lost in the feeling, Ruby had decided to tie him up, completely held together by red ropes, hands bound together, legs and feet bound together, it almost felt like every inch of his skin was encased by those tantalising red ropes. It was another one of those feelings that made his skin prickle and nipples harden, he was bound, no escaping, no control. He was completely allowing his body and mind to be handed over to another person, he let himself sink into that feeling, wondering how long he had let himself feel wound up inside, now though finally that coil in his stomach was coming undone. 

His bandmates noticed a difference in him, he exuded a different energy than he used to. He would always put on the mask when he had to, a permanent smile plastered over his face, though his eyes would always catch him out, the sparkle not shining anymore. Now though he felt a calm wash over him, a serenity bleed into his skin and it showed, he no longer felt the heaviness of the responsibility of being in this band weigh him down, he now knew that he had an outlet to let someone else take responsibility, even if it was for only an hour every week.

Luke slips both feet into his jeans, redressing himself in the corner of the room, where he had left his clothes neatly folded. He exits the room and smiles when he sees Ruby waiting for him outside. 

“I’ll see you this time next week Luke, be good.”

Luke nods, “I will, thank you Ruby.” 

Luke retreats back up the stairs to the front door, letting himself out with ease. As he walks back to his car, keys swinging in hand, he allows himself a moment of reflection, sighing in contentment. He’s very glad indeed that he met Ruby and that she’s allowed him to find a part of himself he forgot he had. 

As Luke starts the engine, checking his mirrors before driving off, he takes a look back at the house, even more excitement bubbling within him as he thinks about his next session and every session after that. 

[justcallmehermione]

I’m baaaaack!!!!!

Thanks to la cuarentina and life settling down now that I’m in my mid-20s, I started writing fan fiction again. My first goal is to finish all my former WIPs so I can start on new things in all the fandoms I am now part of.  In the mean time, here’s chapter 8 of my Linzin piece!

Story: Small Bump  Rating: M for some delicious smut  Pairings: Linzin, Tokka, and Kataang

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Chapter 8: The Announcement “Do you really have to go?” Izumi whined, “I was really looking forward to going through all this pregnancy fun with you.” The pout on her lips grew bigger by the second.

Lin sighed, “Yes, we do. It’s about time we let everyone else in on our secret.”

“Don’t worry Izumi, we can come back before both the babies are born,” Tenzin tried to reassure her.

“I guess I’ll just have to settle for letter writing until then,” Izumi gave up.

“That’s the spirit, turtleduck,” Zuko chimed into the conversation.

“We best be going if we want to be back home before dinner,” Tenzin reminded them.

Lin walked to Izumi and gave her a big hug, and then turned to her uncle and gave one to him, “I’ll miss you both. I look forward to seeing you soon,” she told them. Tenzin did the same, hugging the two and waved goodbye as he ascended to Oogi’s back.

“Let us know you arrive safely!” Zuko called out to the couple.

“We will!” Lin assured her with a shout back. “See you soon!” And with that Tenzin signaled for Oogi to begin the trip back home.

…

Lin was trying to rest on Oogi’s back, but she could not get comfortable. In the past few weeks she had been experiencing some mild back pain, especially as her waist started to expand with the growing baby inside of her. Thoughts were racing through her head about what would happen when she got back home. Lin decided to get up and sit next to Tenzin on Oogi’s neck.

“Hello, love,” Tenzin said as Lin snuggled close to him. She sighed in response. “Would you like to share your thoughts?” he probed.

“Just nervous about telling everyone, I guess. I don’t think I’m ready for the attention we’re going to get,” she confided.

“I understand. I’m sure once the papers hear, we’ll be begged for interviews left and right,” he mentioned. Lin groaned in response. Tenzin sighed and continued, “I know. I’m not looking forward to it either.”

Tears started forming in Lin’s eyes and she managed to get out, “What if she isn’t an air bender? You know that’s what they all want from me! What if I don’t make their hopes and dreams come true?” Tenzin paused for a moment. He hadn’t realized she was putting so much pressure on herself. Sure, he knew that the pressure was there for any and all of their babies to be air benders, but he always pushed that to the back burner. He preferred to focus on the fact that he and Lin, the woman he loved and vowed to spend his entire life with, we’re going to bring their love to fruition in the form of a happy and healthy child.

He tried putting his thoughts to words to comfort his wife, “Lin, stop, please. You’re stressing over something that doesn’t matter as much as you think it does -”

“Doesn’t matter?” she interrupted, “You of all people should know how much it matters! You spent your whole life being the second air bender in the entire world! How are you not stressed?”

He tried to continue, “Because Lin, I love you with every fiber of my being. The only thing that matters to me is that you stay happy and healthy throughout your pregnancy and that when the baby comes he or she is just as happy and healthy. My number one priority is you and it always has been and always will be. Forget about duty and legacy. I love you and want you for you. The fact that you’re carrying our child is all I need to be happy and excited. I will love you and the baby. Forget about what the others think, please!” “Are you sure?” she inquired further, “You’d be happy even if the baby is an earth bender or even a non-bender?”

Tenzin reassured, “As long as that baby is half me and half you, the only thing that matters to me is that you are both happy and healthy and I will love you both until my dying breath.”

Lin started to cry more, “Oh, Tez! I love you. If you of all people can put the pressures aside, I can try to do so as well. Thank you.” She leaned her head on his shoulder while he put an arm around her and kissed her forehead.

“I love you too, Lin. Let’s try to rest, we’ll be landing in Republic City soon enough.”

…

“Lin, we’re home,” he whispered, gently shrugging his shoulder to arouse his snoozing wife. Lin’s eyes blinked open and she lifted her head and looked around. Tenzin had landed Oogi in the park nearby their apartment. He hadn’t taken them to the island like she thought he was going to.

“Why are we here?” she inquired.

“Well, I thought it would be nice to freshen up a bit and spend a little time relaxing before we meet the family at the island,” he explained, “Do you mind?”

She smiled, relieved to have some more time before revealing their secret, “This is perfect,” she assured him.

Tenzin grabbed their things and joined Lin on the ground as the two walked the three blocks to their apartment. The building with the tea shop on the first floor and the two apartments on the second floor wasn’t much, but it was the first place Lin and Tenzin were able to call their own. Well, not entirely, the family who owned and ran the tea shop downstairs and lived in the back part of the second floor were there too, but the studio in the front with the big windows that looked down on the bustling street below was their sanctuary.

Lin smiled as they made their way up the stairs on the side of the building and entered their home. Su Yin had done an excellent job of taking care of the few plants Tenzin had grown from seedlings while they were away. He dropped the bags right in the entryway and flopped down on the mattress that was on the other side of the room.

“I missed this place,” he sighed into the mattress.

Lin walked over and sat down on her side next to him and nodded, “It’s great to be home, with you.”

Tenzin rolled over on his back and pulled Lin’s arm in an effort to get her to join him. She complied and snuggled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. He beamed up at the ceiling. This was his paradise. He was positive that he could be stuck living in a tent for the rest of his life, but the only thing he would need to make it perfect would be for Lin to cuddle up to him just like she was at the moment.

Lin sat up and winced, bringing Tenzin out of his own head and looking her over, trying to assess the problem. “What happened?” he demanded to know.

She waved him off, “It’s nothing, just some back pain. I’ll be fine.”

Tenzin still looked concerned and asked, “Should I phone the island and tell them we can’t make it tonight? I could make something up about having a cold from flying in the winter sky or say that Oogi needs a rest…” Tenzin babbled until Lin put her finger on his lips. She leaned across the bed and kissed him, her lips warm on his.

“I’m fine, Tez. Let’s get cleaned up and head over to the island. I’m starting to get hungry and I’m sure your mom made something tasty for our arrival,” she assured him.

Tenzin nodded, “Okay, but only if I get to watch you bathe and change.” He winked at her and kissed her passionately, tilting her head back so she would open her mouth so he could dart his tongue inside.. Lin allowed it and answered back by nibbling on his bottom  lip.

“We’ve been gone for almost two months now, another hour or two won’t make them miss us anymore, right?” Lin asked. Tenzin nodded in agreement and eagerly watched as Lin straddled him and continued to kiss him.

Tenzin’s member started to grow harder and he involuntarily pushed his hips up to rub against Lin, trying to relieve the mounting pressure growing in him. Lin responded by starting to rock slowly back and forth, pausing at the right spot that helped her pleasure build.  

Clothes started coming undone and were thrown haphazardly around the bed. Tenzin reached up and cupped Lin’s breasts, giving both nipples a gentle squeeze. A moan escaped Lin and she eased herself on his throbbing member, continuing her rocking motions from earlier. Tenzin kept one hand on her breast and slid the other down to rub the spot he knew would push her over the edge. As he was trying to bring his wife all the pleasure and happiness she deserved, he looked up and watched her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open as her breaths started coming out quicker and quicker. Tenzin felt like the luckiest and happiest man in all Four Nations. He had a beautiful wife and a baby on the way. They had a place to call their own and many adventures ahead of them. Once they both reached their peaks and lay on the bed snuggled in each others’ arms, Tenzin squeezed Lin a little tighter than normal, hoping to never let this moment end.

…

“They’re back!” Katara shrieked when she saw Oogi land with a loud thud outside the main house. “Aang, Sokka, Toph, they’re back!” she yelled again, trying to get everyone’s attention. She ran out of the house, arms wide open waiting to embrace the newlyweds.

“Hello, Mother,” Tenzin said after he jumped off Oogi. He accepted her embrace.

“Hi, Mom,” Lin joined their hug.

Katara gushed, “Two of my babies are home! I’m so glad. I can’t wait to hear all about your adventures and --”

“Quit hogging the kids, and let them give the rest of us love, Sugar Queen,” Toph interrupted as she, Sokka, and Aang came out of the house. They took their turns greeting the newlyweds and welcoming them home.

“We missed you all very much and are happy to be back,” Tenzin informed them.

“Yes, let’s go catch up over the copious amounts of food I’m sure Katara and the acolytes have made for us,” Lin stated.

Toph laughed and patted Katara on the back, “She’s got you pegged, Sugar Queen!”

Sokka agreed, “She’s not wrong, the house has smelled delicious and I haven’t been able to taste test anything, despite many attempts! Let’s eat so my taste buds stop hating me.”

…

“That was delicious!” Lin exclaimed, after finishing the last crumb off her third plate.

“I don’t think I’ve seen someone eat that much since Sokka at our wedding feast!” exclaimed Aang.

Lin blushed, “Well I can’t help it, I’m…” she hesitated, looking to Tenzin for affirmation. He smiled and nodded, urging her to finish what she wanted to say. She smiled back at him and continued, “Well, I am eating for two now, so I’ve been eating more lately.”

Katara gasped, “What did you just say?” Sokka’s and Aang’s mouths dropped and they gaped, looking from each other, to Tenzin, to Lin, and back again.

Toph cried, “That’s right! My baby is having a baby of her own! I’d never thought I’d see the day!”

Ignoring Toph’s blind joke, Sokka turned to her and asked, “How did you know?”

“Heartbeat detector over here,” Toph reminded them, “So it was either Lin was pregnant or they got a pet Turtleduck while visiting Firelord Zuzu.”

Aang got up and went around the table to where Lin and Tenzin were sitting. He put his arms around both of them and gushed, “That is wonderful news, kiddos! I’m so excited to meet the little one!”

Katara joined her husband, “Yes! It is wonderful news! Oh there’s so much to talk about and figure out…” Katara rambled on.

Tenzin slid his hand across the table and Lin grabbed it and squeezed it gently. He was so proud of his beautifully courageous wife and was so happy they finally got to share their news with their extended family. Tenzin couldn’t imagine a more perfect life for himself.

A/N: Yeah so, life happened. Adulting started in full swing. And I basically abandoned anything and everything FanFic related for a while. But thanks to quarantine/life settling down a lot more, I am back. Also, wanted to add that Lin is probably around 3 to 4 months pregnant at this point and it’s winter time in Republic City by now, which means they’ve been married for a good month by now.

[noodlecupcakeswritings]

She Makes Me Sin - Chapter 6 (Role Reversal AU - Ben SoloxOC)

Warnings: Sex, Smut, Dom/Sub relationships, Cock rings, Language, Oral sex, Stripping, Ben is still very inexperienced/innocent 

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Chapter 6

Cora’s P.O.V

It was late, that meeting had gone way over time. I was tired, in need of a stiff drink and a few orgasms. Only problem was I had promised to see Ben tonight…meaning it was unlikely I’d get those orgasms. Unless…would it really be too early for Ben to use a cock ring? He did seem disappointed last time that he didn’t last long enough to make me finish so perhaps he wouldn’t completely hate the idea. And I’m sure I had a vibrating one somewhere. I headed back to my room, digging through the drawers that contained all the toys I owned. Each drawer had been sorted so that the top shelf contained dildos and viberators, the next contained various handcuffs and ropes, etc. I finally found the chastity device part, various cock rings and cages all in their correct place.

I found the vibrating one, taking it to the bathroom for a routine cleaning. Toys were always cleaned before and after use. I checked my reflection in the mirror before heading to Ben's room. I knocked before entering. I found him kneeling by the foot of the bed as stated in the rules. I smiled, what a good boy for remembering. He looked happy to see me and eager to see what I had in store for him. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” I apologized. “It’s okay, you’re here now,” he replied. “I thought tonight we could start with a little resistance training.” “Okay.”

He was more open to it than I thought he would be. Good. I held out my hand for him, to help him up. He accepted the gesture, waiting eagerly for my next move. I sat down on the edge of his bed, getting myself comfortable. “Undress yourself for me,” I spoke. Ben seemed to become shy at my request. We were going to need to work on his confidence. I cocked my head, waiting for him to meet my gaze. “Ben, look at me,” I instructed. He met my gaze, looking embarrassed and a little panicked as if he thought I was about to scold him for not doing as he was told.

He hadn’t refused the order so there was no need for punishment, just some encouragement. “You don’t need to be embarrassed darling, it's just us. And I’ve seen it all before,” I reassured. He relaxed a little but there would still need to be some convincing. However, he did reach for the tie of his robes. I smiled, watching eagerly. He pulled the tie undone before pulling the first layer off. His undershirt was rather thin and tight fitting, leaving little to the imagination.

He removed that layer, now completely shirtless. He really did have a body to die for, every inch of him sculpted perfectly. He'd look so good in a harness or perhaps I should tie him up, the red indents from the rope would be a beautiful contrast against his skin. He’d look good in just about anything. His hands moved down to the lower half of his robes, pushing them past his hips and down his legs. I was going to ruin that boy one day. Now he just stood there in his boxers, his cock already half hard. I licked my lips, a heat forming between my legs. Finally, the boxers came off, joining the rest of his clothes on the floor. He seemed unsure what to do now, standing there awkwardly.

I got up from my place on the bed and went over to him, circling him so that I could take in every inch of his body. I placed a kiss between his shoulder blades, earning a soft shiver from him. I produced the cock ring, showing it to him first. He probably had no idea what it was. “This will help you last longer,” I explained. “Okay,” he responded. I helped him put it on before stepped back to look my handy work. “How does it feel?” I asked. “Snug.” “Not too tight? I have bigger sizes if it does.” “It feels fine, weird, but fine.”

Good. The last thing we wanted was his cock turning blue. His cock was now fully hard, pointing up and resting against his stomach. I licked my lips again, considering putting it in my mouth. But he hadn’t done anything to earn such a reward, perhaps next time. I undressed myself, my clothes in their own separate pile. He approached me with a slight hesitancy. “Could I…eat you out, please?” He asked. My smile grew at this. I was eager to have those pretty plush lips between my legs. Although I’m sure they would look just as good wrapped around a cock. “Of course, you can,” I answered. I lay back on the bed, resting my head on the pillows before beckoning him over with the crook of my finger.

Ben eagerly joined me on the bed, positioning himself over me. I pulled him down for a kiss, nipping at his bottom lip. He groaned softly against me before starting to kiss my neck, continuing his journey south. He paused at my breasts, licking and sucking at one of my nipples. My breathing was noticeably heavier, my back arching for more of his touch. He finally reached his target, parting my folds and lapping at my centre. I moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He wasn’t quite on target but that was to be expected. I guided him to where I needed him most, moaning a little louder when his tongue finally found my clit.

He continued feasting on me, not letting his inexperience stop him. I didn’t know how much of this sweet torture I could take, the need to cum was building quickly. My hips bucked against him, I needed so much more. I made a sound of frustration, I knew my body better than he did and right now with the way he was going I was never going to cum. It still felt good, but this was going nowhere. Ben slipped two thick fingers into heat, earning a moan from me. Now that was a bit better. He started a fast pace with his fingers, forcing more moans from me. If he’d just start curling his fingers, then maybe I’d be able to fucking cum. He really had no fucking clue how vaginas worked and it's starting to get more frustrating.

I pulled him off me by his hair, ending the torment. I’d have to get Hux to teach him how it was done some time. For now, I needed release and I’d have to get it myself. His lips were shinny with my juices as well as his chin, he was a messy eater. But it was a good look for him. Ben lay down next to me before I straddled him. I sunk myself down onto his cock, Ben cursing and clutching the bedsheets. I reached down and turned the small viberator on before starting a fast pace. I steadied myself by keeping my hands on his shoulders. Ben matched my pace, keeping a tight grip on my hips. My nails dragged down his chest, leaving long red trails across his skin. Now that I finally had him inside of me as well as the constant stimulation on my clit I knew I wasn’t going to last long at all.

I rolled my hips against his, moaning his name. Ben watched me ride him in complete awe, like I was some kind of goddess. I knew it was unlikely Ben could last much longer even with the cock ring, but that was okay so long as I finished first. And I wasn’t far off now. My clit started to tingle deliciously, and my walls began to get tighter the closer I got. A few more moments and I finally reached my climax, letting out a string of curse words. Ben reached his own seconds later due to the new tightness. He gripped my hips hard enough that I’d have bruises in the morning whilst moaning my name. I lay down next to him, both of us recovering from our orgasms. Ben made a sound of discomfort due to the overstimulation. Whoops. I reached over and turned the viberator off before carefully removing the ring.

I pulled Ben in for a post orgasm cuddle. Aftercare was essential in these relationships. I stroked his hair as his head rested on my chest. It was obvious this orgasm had been more intense than his last. But he was also happy to have made me cum. “You did so well, I’m so proud of you,” I praised him. He further relaxed against me, smiling softly from the praise. I continued to stroke his hair, liking how soft it was. “I want to keep going,” He confessed. “Right now?” “I want to try more with you.” “And you will. But I have to ease you in to it. It’s the first night you’ve used a toy, I’m not going to start pegging you until a lot later.”

Ben looked at me a little confused by the term ‘pegging’. His innocence was a little cute. But more exciting, it was going to be so much fun to break him and mould him. “Pegging is where I’ll use a strap on with you. Unless that’s a hard kink for you,” I explained. “Oh…does Hux like that?” “He loves it. And perhaps you will too. But we won’t be trying that for a while yet. Get some sleep Ben, we’re taking things slow and you need your rest.” Deciding not to argue with me he closed his eyes, getting himself more comfortable against my chest. It seemed me stroking his hair was helping him fall asleep.

[sholiofic]

Jack gets amnesia post-s2, maybe an AU version of Song Remains The Same, but take it however you want. Peggy/Daniel + Jack as friendship or full OT3. I just rewatched s1 and imagining s1 Jack waking up to find Peggy and Daniel all emotional over him would be... somewhere between weird and a recipe for lots of ansgty defensive lashing out.

Jack felt like he was struggling through gray molasses, fighting his way toward the light. When he finally managed to open his eyes, everything hurt, including breathing.

For a single panicked instant he thought he was back in the war, he’d taken a hit – but no, the memories came down on him in a cold wave that helped clear some of the cobwebs from his brain. The Navy Cross. The lies. The job at the SSR.

Had he been hurt in the line of duty, then? Everything was strangely hazy. He couldn’t even remember exactly what day it was. Or what month. Just his luck to get shot – or something – after working under Dooley for … a month? Two months?

He blinked blearily at a block of sunshine on the white wall. Definitely in a hospital. Slowly the sound of a rhythmic clicking, that he couldn’t quite place, penetrated his haze. It was coming from beside him – mechanical equipment, he thought at first, but it started and stopped unevenly, and then there was a quiet murmur of, “Oh, bollocks.”

It took him two tries to turn his head to the side; his own weakness astounded and annoyed him. And what he saw then was … the SSR’s glorified secretary?

What the heck.

He just stared at her for a minute, halfway convinced that this was a dream, especially since Marge Carter had her head bent over a snarl of pastel-colored yarn and her face screwed up in a look of frustration.

“How does Rose make it look so easy?” she muttered, trying to untangle the yarn and only snarling it further. 

Well, this was flattering, Jack thought. Maybe Dooley sent her over to keep him company during his convalescence from whatever the hell happened to him.

He cleared his throat.

Carter jerked and looked up, and then an astonishing look came over the face that he’d only ever seen in a handful of expressions, mostly various shades of annoyance and frosty ice queen. Now, out of nowhere, she looked soft, and she looked warm, and she was looking at him like that.

“Jack,” she said, and her voice was warm too. “You’re back with us. How are you feeling?”

Jack stared at her. Definitely a dream, he thought. Or … was this that thing he’d heard about, where nurses during the war fell for their patients? Women were charmed by injured men, he’d heard (though if Carter was that type, you’d think she would’ve fallen hook, line, and sinker for department sad-sack Sousa, and that was never gonna happen).

“Can I bring you anything?” Carter asked. As she spoke, she was busy stuffing things back into the handbag in her lap. Was that a pistol? It got a ball of yarn stuffed on top of it before Jack could get a good look. “A drink of water, perhaps?”

So that was what was going on. Carter went doe-eyed for wounded birds. He was almost disappointed; it should have been flattering to have her getting all dewy at him, but instead he thought that he’d liked her better frosty.

But Jack was nothing if not a smooth operator, and anyway, having a cute dame waiting on him wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him. He managed to put on the best approximation he could of his usual flirty grin, despite the steel bands around his chest – never let them see you falter. “Water’d be grand, if you don’t mind, sweetheart.”

Carter stopped in the act of trying to cram yarn and needles into her bulging handbag, and gave him a quick, sharp look. “What did you just call me?”

… and as soon as the wounded bird picked itself up and managed to get itself back into the air, the kitten-claws came out. Women were so predictable, really. “Did I forget to say please?” he tried, with a half-hearted bat of his eyes, but he had a feeling it came out more pathetic than intended. Every word he managed to get out seemed to take a too-big bite out of what little energy he had. He felt like absolute shit, his chest hurt like something was clawing it from the inside, and he didn’t have the strength to play the flirting game just to get a damn drink of water. He got so goddamn tired of the games sometimes, tired of himself when he played them, just … tired.

Maybe he really had been on death’s door, if he was having thoughts like this. If there was one thing he hated, it was being honest with himself.

“Oh, Jack,” Carter said, and she let out a laugh that was more of a weird little huff, half laugh and half sigh. He genuinely couldn’t tell if he’d upset her or not, but she abandoned her bulging handbag with yarn trailing out of it, and vanished beyond his field of vision, returning a moment later with a tin cup.

Well, if he’d put her in a snit, at least it wasn’t enough of a snit not to get some nursing out of it. Surprisingly decent nursing. She cupped her hand under his head and held the cup to his lips. True, she spilled a little water down his neck as he sipped, but honestly he hadn’t thought Marge had a nurturing bone in her body. Apparently he’d managed to look miserable enough to bring out a little of the woman in her after all.

When she took the cup away, he managed a grin. “You’re a pretty decent little nurse, you know that, Carter?”

“And you’re worrying me exceedingly,” she said, absently moving the knitting out of her chair so she could sit down. “What do you remember?”

“Hoping you’d tell me that.” He raised an arm, painfully weak, to touch his aching chest, and found thick layers of bandages.

Carter took in a quick breath; it sounded almost pained. “Do you remember any of what happened to you, Jack?”

“Not … exactly,” he admitted, but there was only one plausible conclusion to jump to, from those bandages. “I was shot?” Yes. Yes, that felt right.

“Yes,” Carter said, breaking into a grin. “They said …” She took another breath. “They said there could be some memory loss, some possibility of –” There was the briefest hesitation. “– brain damage. Your heart stopped, Jack.”

“Hell,” he muttered, poking at the bandages. No wonder Dooley thought he warranted a pretty dame fetching and carrying at his bedside. Carter wasn’t even looking at him, staring at the wall and blinking rapidly; just the thought of blood had undone her, apparently. For his part, Jack thought he must be the unluckiest sap in the whole SSR, survived the war without a scratch just to come home and get perforated. “Tell me they caught the guy,” he said.

“They … that is to say, we,” Carter said, looking back at him with a little more steel, and there were those kitten-claws coming out again. “We were hoping you could give us more to go on. We’ve no leads, Jack, and the trail’s growing cold. You don’t remember anything at all?”

Oddly, there was something, or at least there seemed to be, coming out of the gray haze of his thoughts – the flash of a muzzle of a gun. But now that she’d been talking to him and muddling him up, he couldn’t tell if it was real or not. “Wish I could help a pretty lady out,” he said, flashing a smile he didn’t really feel. “But it’s all kind of a blank.”

“Jack,” she said, and there the smile again, almost teasing, though with something uncertain underneath it that seemed to surprise him; it didn’t fit. “You’ve been acting quite odd since you woke up. I do hope being shot hasn’t caused you to fall hopelessly in love with me. Daniel would have to have words with you.”

“Daniel?” For a minute all he could think of was a CO he’d had during the war by that name. Major Daniel Franks. Hell of a bastard too.

Her smile, already tentative around the edges, dropped away completely. “Jack, please tell me you remember Daniel.” She sounded really anxious.

Who the hell was she talking about? Oh, wait a minute. Daniel was Sousa’s first name. Jack tried to think if there were any other Daniels at the SSR, but he couldn’t think of any, and his chest hurt and he was exhausted and he just wanted to not be having this confusing conversation with a woman who couldn’t seem to keep a thought in her head for more than a minute at a time.

“Yeah, sure,” he said. “‘Course I remember.” Smiling as he said it, but he’d almost gone on automatic at this point. He just wanted this conversation to be over; he could feel his hands shaking and sweat breaking out on his forehead just from the effort of keeping himself focused on the conversation. Screw waking up to a pretty dame at his bedside; she wasn’t fulfilling her brow-mopping duties at all. Instead she was being weird and prickly, running hot and cold for no apparent reason. Typical dame.

Carter put a hand on his shoulder, but just then, the door opened and – speak of the devil, and also, what the hell – in crutched Sousa. He was moving carefully, carrying a tray with two cups on it, one trailing a teabag.

“Okay, Peg, for starters, records at the hotel are an absolute mess,” he began. “I swear they haven’t got a – What, hey, hello there!”

And he broke out in a beaming grin, while Jack eyed him suspiciously. Why the hell was Sousa playing office coffee boy in his hospital room?

“Daniel,” Carter said gratefully, and oh good, he’d guessed right about the Daniel part. She rose quickly and took the tray. “Thank you. Jack’s awake.”

“Yeah, I got that. How long?” Daniel crutched over, still beaming while Jack continued to give him a nervous look and wonder why the hell Sousa of all people should care if he lived or died.

“Just now,” Peggy said. She set the tray on a table in the corner. “We’ve been having a most interesting conversation, with little enlightenment, however. He doesn’t remember much.”

“Seriously, Peggy, you’re grilling the poor guy the minute he wakes up?” Sousa settled a hand on Jack’s shoulder, and Jack just kept staring while Sousa beamed at him. Dealing with Carter’s wounded-bird womanliness had been a little weird, but he’d had no fucking clue that the same thing happened to guys and frankly he did not like it one bit.

“I was not ‘grilling,’ I was –”

“Interrogating?”

“– having a friendly conversation.”

And now he felt like he’d fallen into an Abbott and Costello routine. Where had all of this patter, this easy banter between the two of them come from? Carter’s eyes sparkled; Sousa was grinning, and he still had his hand on Jack’s shoulder, well beyond the casual pat that should have gone along with visiting an injured coworker in the hospital. This was more like brothers-in-arms, like someone in his unit might have done – and that was a thought that made him try to shove Sousa off.

A ripping pain tore through his chest and his vision whited out for a moment.

He came back to himself with Sousa still gripping his shoulder and Carter crouched on the other side, both of them looking scared to death. Now he just felt like he’d fallen through some kind of a – of a –

– black hole in reality –

… where the hell had that thought come from?

“Jack,” Sousa said with a nervous laugh, “please don’t do that.”

He was too scared and in too much pain to cover anymore, and that was a sign, beyond anything else, of how desperate things were. “Why in the hell are you doing this?” he snapped at them both.

“What?” Sousa said, looking baffled.

Carter’s grip tightened on his other arm. “Jack,” she said, her voice steady and somehow magnetic. “Slow breaths. Stay calm. What’s the year, Jack?”

“1945,” Jack said, staring at her, mesmerized. Distantly he heard Sousa curse softly.

“Very well,” Peggy said, speaking as if to herself, and then her smile firmed and she assumed a more businesslike demeanor. “Very well. Welcome back, Jack. As you no doubt inferred, you’ve been shot, and you’re in Los Angeles.”

“Okay,” Jack said very faintly, staring at her.

“And also,” Peggy added, “it’s 1947.”