#and he complied and accommodated me for like. a month. before he started getting impatient again

[doctorwillsolace]

in a crappy mood and being super blunt with my boss bc of it

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

9.  Iwaizumi Hajime

just smut with rough Iwa, very mild yandere

Iwaizumi can be quite the brute, but he always gives you a kiss when he comes home, before he fucks you raw.  The routine was already straying from its usual path though, as tense agitation soured his disposition.  The unnecessarily forceful slamming of his keys, the aggressive way he kicked off his shoes, and his hands clenched in fists, knuckles whitening confirmed what you already sensed.  However the most obvious red flag was the angry muttering.  ‘Shittykawa’  was the only thing you caught, but it was the only thing you needed to know.

“I’ve had a rough day.  Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”  The way he growled out the words was more than enough warning for you.  Rushing to obey, the tip of your tongue peeked out, accompanied by an embarrassed blush.  As soon as you complied, he rushed forward and wrapped his lips around your tongue.  Does this even count as a kiss?  His dominance crashed over you like a tidal wave, flooding your senses with his presence.  The sucking turned into a clash of teeth and tongue, leaving you no time to breathe.  Today he came over you like a tsunami rather than his usual gentle waves, overwhelming you right from the start.  

His hands found a place at your hips, each finger leaving a dark bruise.  Your body was a canvas for his marks, sporting a new one almost everyday.  He pushed and manhandled until your back hit the bed.  Naturally, his body fell on top of yours, the pressure from his weight almost suffocating.  He pulled away for a just moment to stop and admire your disheveled state.  Kisses from him always did this to you, always reduced you to a panting mess and fogged your mind to the point where you couldn’t think of anything but him.  He gave you a gentle kiss, a wordless apology of sorts, making it easy to believe he hadn’t just stuck his tongue down your throat.  

Clothes were gone in seconds, tossed haphazardly to the floor.  While he was rather impatient, he still tried to take the time to prepare you.  But the preparation was more to ease his mind than your body, as his cock made you hurt like hell regardless.

The intrusion of a single finger inside you made you whimper.  One became two, then three, stretching you out in preparation for his cock.  It barely took a minute or two before your juices started drenching his hand, making his cock ache in anticipation.  His fingers always found the right spots in moments, abusing them for his twisted pleasure.  He really knew how to make you melt into him, how to make you surrender to him.  As his fingers worked you open, his mouth was busy sucking and nipping marks into your skin, leaving no place untouched.  

Iwaizumi Hajime knew you better than the back of his hand.  Once he sensed that you were about to reach your peak, he ripped his fingers out, earning a breathy whine from you.  The sudden emptiness made you clench around nothing, beyond frustrated.    

“Suck.”  He unceremoniously shoved three of his fingers down your throat, making you gag around them.  He pulled out and let you breathe for a moment, fingers dripping with a mixture of your slick and spit.  You were already a mess and he hadn’t even gotten started.  

Rough hands seized your thighs, wrenching them apart.  He pushed himself between them, hooking your legs around his waist.  The tip of his cock ground against your pussy, sending jolts of arousal across your body.   After rubbing the head of his cock between your folds for a bit, he slipped the head of  his thick cock inside of you.  He always tried to get all of it in one go, but even after fucking you every day for months, it still takes multiple pushes for him to bottom out inside you.  

He shoved his way in, reveling in the way your body is forced to accommodate him.  It stings, and he knows it.  No matter how much he prepares you beforehand it always hurts.  He pulls back and thrusts into you with enough force to shake the bed.  He’s so massive that he puts pressure on all the right places without even trying.  Every movement he makes pushes you further into his depravity.  Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto your chest.  He never knows when to stop, he just keeps going even when your thighs go limp and your eyes close.  You were getting close, he was hyper aware of the tightening of your walls, of that telltale clench around his cock.  A few pinches to your clit was all it took to make you come undone.  The sight of you beneath him, flushed and cumming on his cock was enough to cause his own orgasm, ropes of thick cum gushing into you.  He pressed a few soft kisses to your lips, grinding his hips into you again.

“Hajimeeee, please let me take a break,” you panted, still feeling the after effects of your high.   You felt his cock twitch inside of you, ignoring your request.  

“Just stay still so I can fuck you.”  

Soft kisses distract you from his harsh words, from his tightening grip.  It’s strange how he always peppers you with soft kisses when he’s pumping into you so hard it feels like he’s rearranging your guts.  His kisses tell you that he loves you like how you deserve to be loved, like a priceless treasure.  But his words and actions tell you that he loves you like a toy for his pleasure.  A calloused hand comes up to cup your face and pull you in for another kind kiss, melting away your worries for the time being.  The sharp contrast in his behavior confused you to no end, but if you’re being honest with yourself, does it really matter how he loves you?

[imaginedcreaderinsert]

Am I really that unlovable? — Jason Todd x Reader (x Dick Grayson)

WORD COUNT: 2129 +/-

WARNINGS: mixed feelings (idea of cheating?); light angst and comfort, slight fluff.

You know it’s not the right thing to do. You should probably go to Dick – should probably bury your head in his chest and cry, while he murmurs sweet nothings and kisses your hair from time to time. It would be the right and correct thing to do, but he wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t get it. It hurts you sometimes how perfect he is – how shiny he is in comparison to your darkness; how broken you feel a lot of nights.

Gotham is cruel and has taken a toll in a lot of civilians, their minds; you being one of them. Dick doesn’t know, he wasn’t the one that saved you after all, but he was the one that took care of you when you couldn’t even lift yourself. He was the one strong enough to lift you when others couldn’t, when others wouldn’t dare. He loved you and protected you, numbed you enough from your life that the only worry you have as of now is that of breathing and reliving the trauma of that terrifying three hours trapped in debris and blood, darkness and death-

—Hey kitty, you there? I got your-

You run into his arms, his very comfortable and safe arms. Red Hood, Jason Todd was the first face in the light that you saw, the first one to rescue and protect you in his arms, awkwardly reassuring you that everything was over and that you were fine and very much alive. Maybe it’s something a notion that you connect now with him, that of safety and security with his scent, his heart beating.

The Wayne’s made sure you were fully accommodated, that you wouldn’t have to worry about your living anymore, or jobs; that’s how you got closer to Dick, he being the messenger and being kind enough to assist you the first nights when you couldn’t sleep a wink, and you passed from exhaustion. Slowly his kisses healed you, and you were finally able to go to sleep at a reasonable hour (for them, at least, 3AM was as good as one could get).

Even when your bond with Dick was stronger, you thought at times he was the love of your life, you were both meant to be, Jason was the hard one to crack, the interesting one with whom you’ve gotten close without really trying, the one you started to miss – few were the people that could keep up with your reading habits, and now with little else to occupy your mind with, it seemed natural that you two spent at least one or two days every two weeks commenting on last readings, short particularly interesting stories… Did your heart yearned for him? No, not really. Your lips searched Dick’s like it was natural, they were magnetic; and it was not about lust. You knew early of the concept, and you quickly discovered it didn’t mean anything if it wasn’t with someone you loved, you wanted – but the urge didn’t come, the need to have him wasn’t something that particularly called you. Dick had tried, but you had always told him the limits, and he has been complying enough, understanding enough.

He makes you feel broken. You become aware of it when you have been at least three months together: you are a doll trapped in a house of fragile crystals, a very delicate empire of cards; and he is perfect, the golden boy, the perfect smirk, looks, naturally good character, charming enough. You weren’t. Jason didn’t make you feel broken or less; he made you feel enough, and you liked him maybe even more because of that.

You confided in him about your very difficult relationship with your family, from which you have been cut off. Being a writer! What nonsense, they had thought – and were they right? You had published short stories which had gained the attention of the public, but every time you sat in front of a blank page now, you got blocked. It was pure anxiety, pressure; something similar to a PTSD, you suppose, because every time the only thing you see, is an enormous building falling inevitably over you, about to crush you, end your existence, and the rush of everything, the powerlessness you feel is similar to the shouts of your mother. You see it like an enormous wave about to engulf you – it will try to drown you down, and you will fight it, just like you had tried to fight off your mother in public, in private, with sarcastic and cynical comments about your writing experience, life, what you want to pursue.

Your most famous publications, the ones that gained the most attention, were the ones on your family. Your mom divorced your dad at an early age, and you have been feeling the pressure since then; he was a cruel man, he often made the attempt to hit her when he was too enraged, he couldn’t think clearly, and she shouted enough to bring him back, make you try and camouflage in the wall of your bedroom. Do you miss him?, Jason one night asks. No, you answer with a sad smile. There’s no one to miss when there has been no one to fill the place.

—You only care about yourself!—. She shouts, stomping the magazine against the crystal of her new coffee table. You close your eyes, flinch in surprise – and of course you knew her reaction would be just that, but you still can’t deal with the shouting, can’t deal with her hovering over you with all of her power in her voice—. I always knew you were determined, but you are heartless, just like your father. Unlovable.

She spits the word out, and you know you should go. You cry on the metro, but no one says anything; everyone is dealing with their own demons, and yours just happened to come out publicly today. You almost have to thank them, even if you haven’t stop when you reach your house, your door.

And yes, Dick should be the one you should be texting, but it’s Todd the one you end up going for. The makeup you hide behind has almost come off, and you look a bit like a raccoon; cleaning is easy enough, and it helps you calm yourself down, relax and breathe a couple of times before you start the process.

. . .

She looks nice enough to look like one of those noisy reporters, but her eyes are full of silence, her mouth twitches when she attempts to speak but ends up awkwardly smiling. He likes her – likes her company, her comforting presence, the nursing abilities she unknowingly presents when she holds him dear in the sofa of her apartment, the bed – it’s innocent enough, so there’s no questions raised, no one says anything and surely Dick never heard of it. But does he know? Does he consider him, Jason Todd, innocent enough to not worry?

Honestly, he is not a womanizer. He is awkward, hates small talk, and is impatient. He can’t be bothered most of the time with flirty pick-up lines, hates the strong smell of perfume and the hellish complements that women call heels. He doesn’t like them trying hard, trying to achieve or take something out of him – it makes him feel used, like an object, a figure or icon they just want to fuck. It’s stupid, truly, and anyone that listens to his rants might just complain about “how hard” he has it, but he is truly terrified of coming close to anyone else. Roy is the only exception, and it might just be because the suicidal tendencies, the recklessness that ties them both, he jokes one day before turning to her very sad face, a pity one. And hell, he was about to complain and say it was all a big fat joke, that he was a virgin or some other shit, lie, but instead she hugs him enough: and truly, really, all he wants to do for a second is cry. Of course, he holds himself back just as he hugs her enough to hurt, to complain.

He gets close enough to kiss those lips, that mouth he has been dreaming of for some time now, but ultimately stops. Jason has been good, is making progress – he won’t fuck it up.

. . .

You tell him everything that she has ever shouted, that has destroyed you over the years. He listens in silence, in your bed while you snuggle close to his chest. You hate crying with other people around because your eyes get puffy, your voice broken and most of all you are vulnerable. You got to know Him - presence like that of a God you tried to believe on for a couple of years - a bit, and everything that stuck of him in you was that “the weak must go” and you didn’t want him to go, not ever – but it might be the reason why you can’t stop at times, you feel the need to be perfect, comply with that imposed social norm that doesn’t or has ever pressured you. But to your mother it matters, mattered – which is why you did it.

—And I can’t. I hate when people shout, and can’t stand people leaving. Why does everyone do so? Is there something really wrong in me, something broken and insufferable? I know-I know how I am, how difficult I can get to be, but I try. I truly do, even when it comes out wrong-I-I try to make up for it! But… But they still leave. It may take months or weeks, but they just do and I just don’t know if I am too intense or too cold. I can’t seem to grasp the middle ground, and I’m afraid I will… I will just be forever alone.

There are tears in your eyes that don’t fall, that Jason takes with his fingers soft enough to make you cry more. He touches you sometimes like you are a precious metal, and no one has ever treated you like that. Dick is suffocating, but you love him – can’t or won’t live without him because he is the one that has truly seen you for who you are. He has hugged you for hours in your bed, has kissed you for days when you weren’t strong enough to get up and has tried everything and more to make you happy. And you are… Most of the time. He says so at least: “It’s okay to not be okay all the time”. He tries his best; you can be the worst but-but he loves you. Undeniably. And you love him back, you probably will always do, which is the main reason why you never attempt to kiss Jason, get close enough.

You cry in his arms and he takes comfort in your warmth, but that’s it. Only one night when you are truly exhausted in his arms, have fallen sleep just like that, you make the attempt to brush his lips with the fingertips of your hands: he is the one that treats you like you are a precious marble, but asleep, he looks like he could be shattered with a blow. You trace his nose, his perfect nose, and then again his lips, his gorgeous lips until he frowns and the dreams die behind his eyelids: it’s beautiful, you’ve never seen anything like it, and thus you hold it close like a treasure to your chest.

And in the morning, when the rays bathe your face, you find he is gone, long gone probably – but then you hear the coffee machine and almost jump out of bed.

(And no, you are not wearing his shirt, anything of his; just your very ridiculous and fluffy green pajamas that are slightly big on the hips and tight on your waist).

—Hey, Jaybird.

—Do you know you are in the cover?—. It’s the first thing he does: shoot the magazine at you, which you incredibly catch even with your horrible morning reflexes—. Fuck, (Y/N), you are doing it! It’s actually really good. A bit chilling, can relate more than I should, but it’s perfect. Congrats, truly, little wing.

And even when you know that your name is in there, on the cover among other titles, you still feign you are surprised – you told him almost everything. Of course, the story is about your family; and your mother, a past editor of the famous “U” magazine had been presented the first copy the night before. And she got incredibly angry, she made you cry, but now, under the rays of sun and light…

You think you will be okay.

—Don’t add so much sugar, please! It’s disgusting—. You put, before laughing at the pout he mimics back.

—But I like it sweet!

Casually, me too.

[walkerismychoice]

Once and Again (Logan X MC, Colt X MC)

Book: Ride or Die

Pairing: Logan X MC, Colt X MC

Rating: NSFW/18+

A/N: I decided on a whim yesterday I needed to write this before the next chapter comes out because in my ongoing love triangle series of sorts, Gabi should be choosing one of them in the next installment. I figure I’ll be losing half my readers if you are only Logan or Colt stans at that point, and felt the need to deliver some smut for both before that happens. One of these may be real, but the other most likely is not, so I’ve left that vague here as to which one.

Word Count: 2113

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As she stood on the dance floor with her head against his chest, swaying to the beat of a slow song, she could hardly believe it wasn’t just a dream. He came back to take her to prom and the night was more perfect than she could have ever imagined. Gabi felt whole again for the first time since he’d left. He bent down to kiss her sweetly on the lips, and she held his head there to whisper in his ear. “I want you tonight. I’m ready.”  

~~~~~

Gabi took of her her heels, wondering what came next. Should she undress herself? Should she let him do it? She looked over to Logan, already sitting back against the headboard with his Jacket, vest, and bow-tie off, the first couple buttons of his shirt undone. With a shaky hand she reached around her back to start unzipping her dress.

“Come over here.” Logan chuckled softy, patting the spot on the bed next to him, and she climbed in. “We don’t have to rush.” He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her passionately yet unhurriedly. Gabi deepened the kiss and lifted her hands to the buttons on Logan’s shirt, but he grabbed her wrists, looking her intently and earnestly in the eyes. “I promise I’m not trying to talk you out of this because I’ve wanted this for so long, but I just want to make sure. Is this still what you want?”

She’s been ready for this for months, at least that’s what she thought. But now she’s glad they waited. Now that everything's out in the open, and she’s certain it’s Logan she wants this timing is right. “Yes, Logan, I’ve never been more sure.”

A wide smile spread across his lips. “Exactly what I needed to hear." He kissed her again, this time with more intensity as he guided her down on the bed. He unzipped the back of her dress with one hand as he wove the fingers of his other through her hair. His mouth traveled down her neck to her shoulder and lower, kissing each newly exposed area and sending shivers across her skin. He looked up at her for reassurance, Gabi giving a slight nod before Logan proceeded to pull the fabric down over her breasts completely. Gabi sucked in a breath, feeling exposed and vulnerable for a moment until he took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around while massaging the other breast with his hand, and she felt a warm tingle run all the way down to her core. He got up on his knees and she shifted her hips as he shimmied her dress the rest of the way off. His gaze swept over her nearly naked body, but the way he looked at her made her feel wanted and loved. "You are amazing, Gabi."

"So are you saying you’ve never caught a glimpse of me like this?" She teased to get a bit of the attention off of her.

"Oh, uh, possibly a little peak here and there, but it seemed like maybe you wanted me to?" She wasn't quite sure, but she thought she may have witnessed him blush in front of her for the first time.

Gabi smirked. "Maybe I did, or maybe I was just terrible at remembering that you were in the room or to close the bathroom door."

"Heh. I guess I'll never know." Logan chuckled and swooped his head back down, lavishing kisses lower and lower on her abdomen until he reached the lacy waistband of her pink thong. He hooked two fingers inside and pulled it off in one smooth motion, Gabi feeling how soaking wet it was as it slipped over her toes. Logan discarded his shirts before gliding his hands up her legs, stopping just short of the apex of her thighs, her muscles tensing in anticipation. "You still good?" 

She nodded and Logan swiped a finger through her folds, then rolled it over and around her clit. "Oh!" Gabi cried out uncontrollably and much louder than she would have liked.

"Too much?" Logan asked, not waiting for an answer. "I have a better idea." He dipped his head between her legs, his hot breath lingering on her sensitive skin before his tongue traced the same path where his finger had been. “Mmm,” he moaned as he tasted her, the vibrations tickling her sensitive nub, and she bucked her hips against his mouth in response. The feeling was better than anything she could describe and as licking, sucking, flicking motions quickened, she could feel herself being pushed closer to the edge. She fisted the sheets in her hands and closed her eyes as her body gave way to intense waves of pleasure radiating outward from her core, a whimper escaping her lips.

“Wow.” Gabi muttered through panted breaths as she came down from her high. 

Logan laughed. “Did I tire you out already? We can just go to sleep if you want.”

“Get up here.” Gabi commanded and Logan quickly complied, pressing his lips against hers. She swiped her tongue over his lips, still tasting herself on him. She unbuckled his pants, and Logan worked with her swiftly pulling them off and then she knelt on the bed to take off his boxer briefs. She took in the sight of his hard cock as it sprung free, thinking of all the times she felt it through his clothes and wanted to take things further, and now they were here. 

Gabi was frozen there, wondering what to do next, when Logan noticed her indecision and pulled her up next to him, sweeping a strand of hair out of her eyes. ”Are you ready?” She picked up the condom off the nightstand in response and handed it to him, Logan deftly opening the packing and rolling it onto his erection. He straddled her hips and carefully sunk down, guiding his tip into her entrance until he felt a bit of resistance. “You’ll let me know if it hurts, right?”

“Yes. Keep going,” Gabi urged. She felt a bit of pressure that was slightly uncomfortable but not painful until he slid all the way in and her walls stretched to accommodate him. 

“Oh my God Gabi.” Logan pressed his full weight against her and nuzzled against her neck. “You are so incredible.” She grabbed his ass and rolled her hips, letting him know she was ready for more and he responded, gradually increasing the pace of his movements in time with hers. He propped himself up just enough to slip a hand between them, tracing circles over her clit, and almost out of nowhere, another orgasm overtook her, Gabi crying out his name as her walls rhythmically pulsed around him. She could tell he was already close and this was the final push he needed. He thrust into her hard a few more times and held her tightly as he found his release inside her.

Logan rolled them onto their sides and kept Gabi wrapped securely in his arms like he never wanted to let her go. “I love you Gabi, and I promise to never leave you again.”

~~~~~

Colt closed the door and pushed Gabi up against it, his tongue finding it’s way in her mouth, kissing her hard, shrugging off his jacket and untying his tie at the same time. “I want you so bad Gabi, but one last time, I want to be sure. This is what you want? I’m who you want?”

“Yes, Colt, I’m positive. Just keep kissing me.” Gabi pleaded. She’d been looking forward to getting Colt alone all night.

Colt licked his lips and pinned Gabi’s arm above her head, kissing her fiercely. He gathered both of her wrists in one hand and dropped the other down, bunching up the skirt of her dress as he slid his fingers up her inner thigh. His mouth descended on her neck, kissing, nibbling, and sucking along the way, sending shivers down her spine. She whimpered as brushed his finger over the top of her lace thong. “Fuck, Gabi, I can feel how wet you are already.” He pushed the fabric, slipping two fingers past her entrance and a guttural sound escaped Gabi’s lips at the sensation of fullness. “You good?” Gabi nodded emphatically and Colt crushed his lips to hers again as he worked his fingers inside her. Suddenly Colt pulled out and dropped to his knees. “I need to taste you, Gabi.” He ducked his head under her dress and pulled her thong off. He held her skirt at her hips, keeping her pushed back against the door as his tongue swirled through her folds and flicked her clit. 

���Colt, that feels amazing,” she breathed. He positioned his lips over her most sensitive place and sucked with just the right amount of pressure, an indescribable feeling of pleasure swelling outward from her core. 

Getting closer, she moaned louder, causing Colt to pull back. “Not yet. We aren’t even naked.”

“So strip!” Gabi giggled and pulled him to his feet.     

Colt shook his head. “Ladies first.” She rolled her eyes but obeyed, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor. She suddenly felt shy, standing there naked with him watching her, but the smile on his face put her at ease. “You’re so fucking hot, Gabi.” 

He moved in close to kiss her, but she pushed him back. “Nope. You need to take your clothes off now.” He teased her, slowly undoing the top two buttons, so she got impatient and pulled his shirt apart, buttons popping off left and right.

“Whoa, Gabi.” Colt grabbed her hands and chuckled. “A little eager, aren’t we? Alright, alright.” He promptly removed the rest of his clothing and did a little spin. “Does it live up to your expectations?” Gabi just bit her lip and nodded as she stared in awe. She’d seen him down to just his boxer briefs before, but it just wasn’t the same. “Come here.” Colt tugged her by the waist and walked backwards, bringing her down on the bed with him. He kissed her slowly, deeply, caressing her face in his hands. “I’m ready whenever you are.” Gabi moved up further on the bed and Colt followed. She was in such a rush to get here, and its not that she was having second thoughts, but this was a big deal to Gabi, and her nerves started to catch up to her. “We can take it slow,” Colt added, seeming to sense her hesitation.

“I’m good,” Gabi assured him. “I just needed a second.”

“Okay, but I’m going to let you control the pace here.” He handed her a condom  and rested his head back on the pillows. Gabi fumbled to open the package, but she’d practiced this in sex ed before. She at least knew the right way to put it on. She grabbed his hard length in her hand and rolled the condom down. She looked up to him, thinking she knew what he was envisioning, and he gave her a nod of encouragement. She straddled his hips, centering herself over him and slowly lowering herself down. Colt took his hand to guide the head of his cock into her slit. It felt really tight, but she was wet enough get the first couple inches in without too much pain. After that, she easily took him in the rest of the way, and she moaned as he hit the sweet spot inside her. “You’re so good for me Gabi, you know that, right?”

She answered him with a kiss and rolled her hips, finding a steady rhythm. He clit rubbing against him as he moved with her, she felt her climax quickly approaching. She ground against him harder and faster and bit down on his shoulder to muffle a scream as she came apart seeing stars.

Colt rolled himself on top of her in one smooth motion. “Is this okay?” Gabi nodded again in approval and Colt thrust into her faster and faster. She raked her nails across his back, digging in when he pushed into her deep. “Fuck, yes, Gabi!” he cried out as he came, his cock still throbbing inside her as he collapsed on her chest.   

They snuggled up together after cleaning up and Colt pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m sorry for being such a selfish asshole. I’m honestly not sure why you took me back, but I’m going to make sure you never regret it.” 

~~~~~

One was real, and one was just a dream. Both were perfect, but only one was meant to be.

[mightyfineblog]

Christmas Roger Taylor/Ben Hardy x Reader

‘Santa Baby’

This is a Christmas special one-shot imagine. 

Summary: Roger x Female Reader’s first Christmas as a couple. He’s been away for long, and you both missed each other much. A few delightful days spend together in the Christmas of 1974.

Mood: Earhta Kitt -  ‘Santa Baby’

Words: 3K 

SMUT, fluff, teasing, language, anticipation

 Enjoy:

In the windy December of 1974, London wasn’t the nicest place on earth. Snow and rain were howling on the streets, the sky was grey. Fireplace blasting, the cracking of the wood whispering Christmas. You were snuggling on the sofa with your warmest blanket, drifting to sleep.

 Queen had just released their third album and were touring since October. Three painful months without Roger. Sure, you talked often, accommodating each other over the phone. Still, the distance is agonising.

“How many more shows do you have left?” trying not to sound discouraging you tangle the cord between your fingers.

“We’re only halfway through the world.” Deep breath “Buuut..” he teases. “I might have some good news” he teases, waiting for your response.

“Listening”

“Oi, Rog, you done with the phone? We gotta make some calls too” you hear Brian anxiously shouting from the receiver. He chuckles.

“So? What is it?” you eagerly ask.

“I’ll be home this Christmas” his low and soft voice, healed your soul.

You cry enthusiastically “Jesus Christ! I can’t wait to put my hands on you, to feel your lips on mine, to touch your hair and to…”

“Whoa, whoa, baby, calm down” he laughs, “Let’s finish this later, when I get to the hotel, okay?”

You tremble “Can’t wait to have you back home”

“Me too, petal. Just the two of us… After two weeks, all of us are coming to London, to spend Christmas and New Year’s Eve.”

“Can’t wait! Will be waiting for youu...” you pout girly.

“You sure will. I gotta go, but I’ll call you later. Bye darling, love ya.”

“Of course you are. Love ya too.”

 Two weeks have passed and you have only a few days until Christmas day to prepare everything. You hung mistletoe everywhere you saw fit.

Then carefully crafted some Christmas crackers. Since it was going to be just you two for Christmas dinner, you wanted it to be special.

 It is the morning of Christmas Eve, you energetically jump off the bed and start running some house work. You put a holiday record and dance your way around the house, counting the minutes until Roger arrives, as you put the food in the oven. The fireplace is cracking, the music is nice and cheerful, you had your jumper on. You mother was kind enough to knit matching Christmas jumpers for both of you. You spread his on the bed, running a hand across it, gently smiling by the thought of Roger’s body beneath it.

Then you hear it! Somebody’s on the door. You light up and run to open.

“There’s my baby” Roger’s inviting hands reach out.

“Roger!” you jump onto him, legs wrapped around his waist. You place kisses all over his face.

“So eager, I should be away more often then.” He lifts a brow.

“Shut up!” you give him a gentle punch on the shoulder. Then you nuzzle your head in his neck inhaling deeply.

“As much as I love snogging on the doorstep” He carries a step inside.

“Hold on. Look up” You smile. “Ahh, my thoughtful petal” He says looking at the mistletoe above you.

He then gives you a soft and warm kiss.

Stepping inside he lets you down to take off his coat and shoes.

“House looks lovely; you did a good job” he praises

“You like it?”

“Not more than I admire you. Now, turn around, close your eyes.” he commands you softly. You comply, but peek though one eyelid. “No cheating” he scoffs, you shake and patiently wait.

Then you feel something stone cold sliding around your neck and suddenly shiver, goosebumps all over your body. Then a finger tugging at the neckline at your jumper pulling it off to the side slightly, followed by a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“May I see now?” you are eager.

“Just a sec, darling”. “Now keep your eyes closed and do as I say, can you do that?”

You nod impatiently. He holds your hands and carefully guides you across the flat, to a full size mirror in the bedroom. There he stands behind you, arms around your waist and chin resting on your bare shoulder. He whispers “You may open now.”

You flicker your eyelashes and awe at the sight of a sparkling gemstone necklace hanging around your neck. Eyes draw between it and Roger’s in the mirror.

“It is amazing!” you cannot believe. “Must’ve cost you a fortune, baby” you turn to him. He admires your sight “For the love of my life, I give everything. Even my life, if I have to”.

“But Roger, I don’t need materialistic proof of your love”.

He cups your face close to his “All I want is to make you happy, in every way known to man. Plus, I got a pretty good deal for it, from a merchant in the commonwealth.”

He turns you facing the mirror again “See, it used to belong to an imperatrice, who had to sell it to reunite with the love of her life”. “Thought of you, how it would sit perfectly on your decollete.”

You bury your hands in his neck and give him a sweet kiss. “Christ, you make me feel things”

“I’ll take it as a thank you”

 Friday 25, 1974. 11:55 am

You wake up by the phone ringing. Dragging yourself out of bed to pick up. After a few minutes you are screaming and running back to bed, jumping on top of Roger. “Babe. Babe. Babe wake up!”. “What the bloody hell” he murmurs. “Its Christmas day, we’re so late for my mums!”

“Can’t we stay in bed, and skip it…” he says through closed eyes, a hand holding your thigh tight.

“No, we’re going, get up, quickly” You peck his lips.

“Fine, I’m awake. You go, get ready, babe” he grunts.

After a brief 20 min. You are both dressed up and he is still murmuring about it.

“Babe, I’ll go get the car ready, while you finish, whatever you’re doing” you experimentally speak at him. He is frozen “Oh no baby no, no, don’t you worry ‘bout it, I got this”

You laughed and lift your hands in the air to him “I know better than to touch your precious car”.

After a while he is speeding up nervously on the road. “Roger, calm down, it’s okay, just a lunch with my parents, we’ll open some crackers and drink some punch, well I’m drinking, you are on juice. I’m dying to see you in a paper crown, I feel green is your colour” you wink at him.

“You father is intimidating, I don’t know if he hates me, or the fact I play in a band” He growls, you laugh.

During lunch he relaxes and seems to have gained some courage. He slips a hand under the table. Firstly, lays it on your knee, you don’t react. Then slowly craws up to the inside of your thigh, you question his eyes. He only smirks and continues his conversations. His hand is already at your knickers, stroking up and down painfully slowly, when you squeak in surprise to his courage.

You clench your knees together, giving him an evil side eye. “Everything alright, love?” he checks on you, “Enjoying this lunch a bit too much, don’t we?” You purr at him.

He goes further and tugs aside your knickers, you feel yourself panting at this point. Completely shamelessly he presses a finger on your entrance, feeling your wetness.

“How is you band doing?” your father raises to him “heard you were world touring”

Roger pulls away his hand and places it on the table “Very well sir! Yes, in fact, we weren’t due to a break, but we all felt homesick” he smiles to your side, while you blush uncomfortably.

“Alright, bunny?” your dad frowns at the look of you.

“Yes, it’s just the punch, got me a bit dizzy” you laugh it.

Suddenly Roger’s hand returns, and with no warning starts drawing lines against your entrance. Your head falls on his shoulder whispering into his ear “Roger! Watch it” He pretends he didn’t hear a word and carried on.

He then starts pumping slowly in your pulsating core. “Let’s go upstairs” you breath to him, begging eyes. He cocks his head to the side “What’s got you so hot and bothered baby? Was is the punch?” He then quickens the pace. You buckle your knees, a knob starting to form in your stomach.

“Please, Roger, let’s just go. NOW!” you beg him. He pulls away just before you are able to reach your climax. Places his hand on the table and starts to lick his fingers, “The turkey is delicious, Mrs. Y/M/N.” You stare at his mouth, raging.

From this moment on everything goes rather smoothly, but Roger notices you growing frustrated. After lunch, during your auntie’s piano session, you drag Roger to your old room.

Shutting the door, you slam him against it and start kissing him passionately. Your hands travel all over his torso.

“Youu!” you start at him “So shamelessly” you click you tongue in disapproval “to do this to me, in front of my whole family.” You angrily stare at him. A sly smile.

You lick and suck at his jaw, and find his sweet spot where you keep longer, feeling him responding so well to your touch, tongue leaving wet traces.

“Y/N” He pulls you away, “I’m still scared by your father, pretty damn sure that riffle by his side is loaded” he shrugs uncomfortable for a sec, all confidence suddenly gone.

“But when you had me, right across the table from him, your hands were singing another song” you cock to the side.

“Now, come on me pretty boy, because the only gun I’m thinking of is yours, and I wanna see it loaded” you order him.

These words turn the wild in him as he pushes you back and pins you to the wall. Lifting you up and carrying to the desk, not breaking a kiss. He starts to go down to your jaw and neck. Tongue peeking out time to time, leaving wet traces along the way, until he concentrates on your sweet spot, which makes you close your eyes and throw your head back a little. Then you are startled by a knock on the door, you push away Roger and quickly stand up on your shake feet. Clearing your throat “Yes?”

“Darling, the dessert” your mum’s voice. “Coming right up”. You both giggle at how close this one was.

“Fuck, once we get home, baby, I swe” you shut him with a kiss and drag him downstairs.

 Once back to your flat, you both lay lazily on the sofa until dinner time, when you realise you have to set the table and everything. You jump off to do so. On the table you lay a festive table cover, candles put a cracker for each of you and serve the food you had prepared. Then you dim the lights, put the Christmas record on to create a romantic atmosphere.

You two then sit beside the fireplace to dine. Roger brings a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon ’69. He pours you both. You then clap your hands “Cracker time”. You both pop each other’s crackers and start to unfold the paper crown. “Hmm, green” he smiles. “Told ya” you praise. After you both have your crowns on, and the stupid jokes go the fireplace, you enjoy your meal.

By desert time, you’re giggling from the wine.

He then stood up and told you to wait. You watch him carefully as he brings a few super fluffy blankets and a pillows and arranges them in front of the fire, cozying up the place.

You snuggle into him watching the fire crack for a while, until you remember how he teased you today, and decide it’s payback time. An evil grin on your face, you lean to kiss him. With your hand in his hair, you straddle him. Your tongue twirling a candy cane. ‘Santa Baby’ playing in the background, you sing along.

“Santa baby” innocent eyes. He chuckles.

“Been an awful good girl” eyes even sweeter, tongue licking the candy.

“Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight”

He steals a kiss from your lips, sucking their minty sweet taste.

You pull away and playfully slap his hand and continue:

“Think of all the fun I’ve missed” You lick the candy and lean for another kiss.

He decides to take the lead, taking a lick from your hand and sings:

“Been an angel all year

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight” You keep seductively licking the candy. You take the note:

“Santa honey one thing I really do need, the deed”

Roger: “Santa cutie,

Come and trim my Christmas tree” he smirks suggestively.

You throw the candy away and lock lips. A hand slides under his jumper. You suck on his neck as you slowly massage his chest, hovering your fingers around his nipple. He moans a little and it excites you even more. Then you take off his jumper to appreciate his body. Both hands running up and down, wet kisses all the way to his abdomen, tracing his perfect V-line. Your mouth closing around his other nipple, as your hands play with his belt, when he yelps, pulling you away, and reaches to take off his belt, trousers and socks.

You push him back to lay on a pile of cushions. As you tease even more.

He grunts “Y/N, please” You smile, and bring your head to his shoulder, low sultry voice “ Agh, not so good, when it’s you on the other side, is it?” you bite lightly. His hands removing your jumper, eyes widen at the sight of your breasts, no bra.

He brings you forward, so he can bury his head between them and suck on each nipple hungrily. You throw your head back letting a moan.

Your hand travels to pat gently on his bulge, you feel his cock already hard and ready, underwear damp by some pre-come.

You start trailing his length and he groans into you. You pull away and move between his legs, pulling down his boxers. “My, my! We’re so ready to shoot” You bite a lip staring at his twitching cock. “Been hard for a while. You always make me hard super-fast” his needy voice.

“Glad” you note.

As you lay down beside him “Now, come over and tell me, how you want me”

He moves on top of your body and breaths your smell. “Your lips.. so luscious, they turn red so quickly. Love biting ‘em”

“Your neck, perfect fit for mine.” He moves down. “Your breasts, baby, I canna get enough of them, so soft, and your nipples, so pink and perky, wanna play with them all day…” he goes to suck each at a time, you moan his name quietly, making your core tense.

“But, fuck baby, most of all I love how you taste, all for me” he pulls your skirt and knickers away.

You spread your legs and he starts to kiss your inner thigh, eventually landing on your entrance. “So wet and ready” he notes, then without warning he starts swirling his tongue around your clit, collecting your juices.

“Baby, please” you plead. He smiles against you.

“Need you” you continue.

He pushes a finger, making you throw your head back, earning a deep moan. He starts pumping, while his tongue is eating you out.

“Fuck, Roger” you whine, “need ‘nother finger, babe” you demand. He adds second and keeps a steady pace. Your nails pulling his hair ever so hard when he hits the right spot.

Then he pulls away abruptly, making you scream with annoyed, frustrated look.

“Tell me what do you want”

“You”

“Well, of course you do baby. What do you want me to do?”

You whine.

“Need to hear you say it”

“I want your dick, deep inside my fucking pussy, pounding H A R D, and fast” you aren’t even ashamed to beg for it.

“That’s what I wanted to hear” he confirms, you nod in a need, he hovers over you and slides his length deep your pulsating pussy.

You let a whimper. His lips shush yours. He stays, giving you some time to adjust. “Move” you whisper in need.

He starts slamming against you, nice and slow at first.

“Fuck, Y/N! So tight baby” he gulps. You whisper his name like a prayer. Then slams harder, and again, and you tremble under him. A tear drops from the corner of your eye as your orgasm starts to build. A familiar burning feeling, a knob forming in your stomach.

“R-oger” you are out of breath. “So close”.

“Let go baby, come for me” He thrusts a few more times.

You cry out his name, your walls start to close around him. Your nails scratch his back. Hot and cold waves rush through your entire body. You are a hot mess right now. His name is the only prayer on your lips. It takes you a moment to come down from your high. You look for his eyes. He nods.

“Come Roger, come in my pussy, fill me up” you encourage.

He grunts and screams your name, hot liquid fills your walls, a warm feeling completing you.

He collapses on top of you and you bite on his shoulder. Both panting heavily. He rolls beside you. “Fuck Y/N” he swallows. You cuddle under his arm and whisper to his ear “Merry Christmas, darling”. He catches his breath “Merry Christmas, love. The best of my life”

“We’re gonna have many more to come, Taylor” you kiss his temple.

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Cold Feet - Part 10

Reignite

A/N - NSFW! You have been warned. My first time writing smut guys 😬 *Runs and hides in the corner nervously while you read* - Enjoy. X

Song: reignite - Knox Brown & Gallant.

Gently he presses his plump lips to your damp cheeks, kissing away your tears. Working downwards to your jaw. You close your eyes relishing the feel of his soft lips and the rough tickle of his beard against your skin. Your little sobs turn into small, quiet moans. Your body tingles, his kisses setting your blood on fire. Staying still you let him carry on his mission to your other cheek. His lips graze the corner of your mouth. Your stomach clenches with a longing. “Let me take away the hurt I’ve caused you. Let me at least try.” He whispers against your skin causing you to shiver. He presses another kiss just underneath your mouth, his top lip grazing your bottom one. Desire pools hot and heavy in your stomach. Gently you brush your lips against his, encouraging his next kiss to your mouth. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. Once, twice, on the third time you catch his lips with your own.

You can taste the saltiness from your tears as his lips move against yours. Too soft for the passion that’s raging inside of you. You deepen the kiss. Wrapping your arms around his waist, your hands fisting in his shirt. Shuffling backwards you pull him with you, parting your thighs to make room for him between them. He settles on top of you. Your hands roam greedily over each other’s bodies. Making up for months of lost time. Blindly you attempt to unbutton his shirt. “Take this off.” You pant against his lips, growing impatient with the stubborn buttons. He obliges, rising up to kneel between your legs. You look up at him, riveted as he finishes the job you started. His eyes dark and dangerous, never leaving yours. His shirt falls open exposing his muscular torso and scattering of tattoos. Your lips part to accommodate your quickened breathing. You lay there captivated, you had forgotten how ruggedly handsome he was. Just looking at him aroused you. He discards his shirt on the floor. “Now this isn’t very fair is it Pet? If mine’s come off so should yours.” His voice is deep, gruff with his own desire and longing. Your heart pounds in anticipation. His hands go to the buttons of the shirt that you’re wearing. Grunting in frustration when one of the buttons doesn’t comply. “Hurry Alfie.” You moan impatiently, hating the distance, desperate to feel his skin on yours. Giving up, he pulls at the material. It comes apart easily, tearing with his strength. The buttons flying off in every direction, pinging as they hit different surfaces around the room.

Your shirt falls open exposing your breasts. You flush under Alfie’s lustful gaze as he admires you. “Fucking beautiful.” He groans appreciatively before crawling back over you in a rush. He crushes his lips to yours. You writhe frantically beneath him. He rolls his hips slowly against yours. You break the kiss, throwing your head back, moaning loudly. enjoying the sensation of his erection rubbing against your sensitive, aching core. You raise your hips to his as he repeats the action again and again, leaving you breathless. His lips are on your neck, leaving a burning trail of kisses down your chest. He teases your nipple with his teeth and tongue. You groan, arching your back up into him. One of your hands is in his hair, the other one grips the sofa. He trails his kisses across to your other nipple. “Can’t leave this one out can we.” He tells you. You giggle at his silliness. Your laugh turning into a moan as he licks and nips at the sensitive peak of your breast. His hands move to the waistband of your underwear. His fingers hook under the elastic. He stops to look at you for approval. “Yes-off.” You can just about manage to say. He rises from you again to pull the satin material down your legs, discarding them on the floor with his shirt. You sit up once they’re off. Your hands going to the waistband of his trousers. His hand cups your face, stalling you. His thumb gently stroking your cheek. You take a moment to enjoy the tenderness of his touch. He moves his hand, his thumb now tracing your lips that are sensitive and swollen from his kiss. He gasps sharply when you part your lips and draw his thumb into your mouth to suck on it slowly. You swirl your tongue around it, nipping the pad before he pulls it free from your mouth. You make light work of the button and zip of his trousers. Eye level to his torso, you find his battle wounds and war scars. He tenses when you press your lips to them, kissing each one individually.

Looking up at him through your lashes, He’s looking down at you, his lips parted. Love and desire burning in his stormy irises. Keeping eye contact you pull down his trousers, freeing his erection. You’re about to take him into your mouth when he pushes you backwards. You land softly against the cushions, the damp tendrils of your hair fanning out around your face. “I won’t last if you do that.” He tells you. He comes to rest over you again settling between your legs. Supporting his weight on his elbows. He hovers over you, studying you. “Y/N..” The way he says your name sends a shiver down your spine. You can hear the uncertainty in his voice. His eyes searching your face. “I need this Alfie. Please.” You’re panting in anticipation. You did need this. It had been too long. You craved Alfie like a drug. There was no going back now. All you cared about was this moment, a moment that you never thought you’d have again. You were lost. Lost in Alfie. Lost in the love that you convinced yourself never existed. When he still doesn’t move, you raise your hips to his in encouragement. He lets out a low gutteral growl, slowly sinking into you. “Fuck.” He hisses. Stilling as you cry out, a mixture of pleasure and pain as he fills you. “I forgot how fucking good you feel, so tight.” He groans. Your hands grasp his flexing biceps as he begins to move slowly rotating his hips into yours. He was being gentle with you, but gentle wasn’t what you needed now. “Harder-Alfie-faster.” You urge him through moans. Your hips move up to meet his pounding thrusts as he quickens his pace. “So fucking good.” Alfie repeats groaning again. “I’m so sorry Yahalom.-I was fucking mad to let you go-I can’t live without this-can’t live without you.” His words mixed with the love you’re making is overwhelming. You cling to him, gasping as he hitches your leg higher around his waist, holding you still as he thrusts deeper, hitting that sweet spot that he knows drives you crazy. You’re finding it hard to breathe, it was too much. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold on for. “Alfie.” You call out his name in warning. Your body quivers as your orgasm builds. He could feel you tense beneath him, your legs beginning to tremble. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer himself. “I’m with you, Pet.” His voice is strained against your lips. You stiffen, your eyes meeting his. His little grunts as he pounds a relentless rhythm into you sends you over the edge. Your hands are in his hair pulling his lips down to meet yours, the kiss muffling your loud cry as you climax. The tightness of your clenching sex bringing Alfie with you as he comes with one final thrust.

You both lay there in the aftermath. Alfie spooning you. You’re not sure how long you have laid there for. It’s taken you a little while to come round. Alfie has pulled the knitted blanket that decorated the back of the sofa over you both. The sun is setting. You can see hues of pink and orange that swirl and streak through the darkening night sky, their beauty muted by the nets that hang at Alfies living room window. The soft, even breathing on your neck tells you that Alfie has probably fallen asleep. You enjoy one more moment in his arms before going to move out of them. Of course He doesn’t let you. Stirring, his arms tighten round you in protest, pulling you back into his chest. He nuzzles into you. “Alfie, It’s getting late. I need to go.” You tell him through a chuckle as his beard tickles you. Your laughter soon subsides when you feel him suck on the delicate skin of your neck. “Stay.” He whispers huskily, planting kisses down to your collarbone. You swallow hard, you couldn’t think straight. Your body involuntarily pushing back against him. “I can’t.” You manage through a moan. “My mother will wonder where I am-so will...he.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the name. Alfie’s kisses halt briefly at the thought of Charles.

His hand travels down your body, splaying on your stomach, pulling you flush against him. Satisfied that it was impossible for you to get any closer. His hand carries on its journey down between your legs. He groans, his fingers sliding over your silky, soaking wet folds. “This is how I’m sending you back to him. A reminder that you’re mine.” He growls. His tone is harsh with jealousy, his fingers circling your clit at a torturously slow pace. You gasp, Alfies possessiveness re-igniting your fire. Closing your eyes you move your hips against his working fingers. “Tell me you love me.” Your eyes shoot open at his request. “I..” He slides a finger inside of you causing you moan. “Tell me.” He goads against your neck. A rush of emotions rise to the surface, extinguishing your renewed desire.

“I can’t.” You jump up from the sofa in a rush. Alerting a sleeping Cyril. Grabbing your clothes from where they are drying. You quickly shrug off Alfie’s shirt and slide your dress over your head. Cringing when you feel it’s still damp. You retrieve your underwear from the floor and stumble pulling them on, your legs weak and shakey. You don’t look at Alfie. Instead you busy yourself looking for your boots. “Y/N?” You close your eyes at the way he says your name. “I need to go Alfie... I need some time to think about everything.” You found it hard to speak past the lump in your throat. Alfie rises from the sofa fastening his trousers that you didn’t manage to fully remove. “I don’t want you to go.” He whines. You look at him, your mouth goes dry at the sight of him stood in front of you, shirtless, sleepy and dishevelled. his hair a sexy mess on top of his head. He was wildly attractive. You needed to leave, you couldn’t think straight around him.

You smile, just about making out his pout that’s partially hidden behind his beard. “I need some space, Alf. I need to think properly about everything that’s happened, everything that you’ve told me.” He nods in understanding. “At least let me walk you home. I need to walk Cyril anyway, I’ll be killing 2 birds with one stone.” He suggests. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to be seen together.” You tell him. He hesitates before nodding again. You had a point. “It’s not dark yet, I’ll be fine. I’ll call you to let you know I got back ok.” You go to give him a kiss on the cheek but he catches you in his arms before you can get away. His eyes search yours. You did love him, there was no denying it, no running from it. But you still couldn’t say it. Instead you gave him a lingering kiss on the lips, hoping the gesture told him the words you couldn’t.

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You quietly sneak in through your mother’s front door. When you’re sure your arrival has gone unnoticed you tiptoe to the hallway telephone that’s about 3 foot from the front door. As the line rings you bite your lip anxiously, hoping that Alfie hurries up and answers before your mother knows you’re back. You put your hand in your coat pocket frowning at the solid object there. Pulling it free you remember it’s Alfies ring. You place it on your index finger for now so you don’t lose it. “Ello.” Alfie finally answers. “I’m in safe.” You whisper down the line. “Y/N is that you?” You gasp, hearing your mother call out to you from the living room. Quickly and quietly you return the phones receiver, hanging up on Alfie before he has time to reply. You hear your mothers heavy footsteps as she comes to investigate. “Good heavens child. What on Earth has happened to you.” She shrieks on seeing your appearance. The sleek waves you arrived with are now a straggly, semi-wet mess. Your dress wrinkled and stiff. You’re about to answer her when you hear more footsteps. Charles appears behind your mother a look of concern plastered on his face. “Charles?” You’re gobsmacked, horrified that he’s here. You look away from his worried eyes guiltily. “Are you ok Honey?” He rushes to you. “Oh, I’m fine.” You wave your hand dismissively at his fuss. “I got caught in a slight shower while I was out.” You explain. “I thought you were just popping to the shop.” Your mother questions. “I was.” You answer quickly, forgetting where you had told her you were going. “I bumped into Mabel on the way and ended up going back to hers for a little while. Which is why I’ve been so long.” You lie, your palms sweating. “I haven’t heard any rain?” Your mother asks eyeing you suspiciously. “It was just a little shower. It’s all dried up now.” You explain “How peculiar.” She hums. “Yes, very. Charles has yet to get used to the unpredictable British weather.” You smile. “Well...come and sit by the fire. Don’t want you catching a chill. I’ve just made a fresh pot of tea.” You breathe a silent sigh of relief as she finally drops the subject. You move to do as she says. Hesitantly leaving the telephone, hoping Alfie doesn’t call back. Before you make it to the living room you are pulled into Charles’s arms. You cringe inwardly. After what you’ve just done, the closeness is too much for you. “Charles, what are you doing. My mother will see us.” His eyes asses you as you struggle to free yourself from his hold. “You sure you’re ok, Darlin’? Your eyes are a bit puffy and you have a bit of a rash.” He fingers the reddened skin on your chin. “Have you eaten something that hasn’t agreed with you?” Panicking you turn your head away from his touch and scrutinising gaze. Blushing guiltily that he has noticed the rash left from Alfie’s beard. You push at his chest once again trying to free yourself from him. He’s stronger than you had thought. “It’s just the cold.” You snap angrily at him. “Besides, don’t you know it’s rude to comment on a woman’s appearance. What are you doing here anyway?” You ask, agitated. Standing awkwardly in his arms. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m just concerned that you’re unwell. You always look beautiful. I’m here because I wanted to meet your mother, I needed to ask her something.” You look at him confused. “And I wanted to apologise for earlier. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.” He adds softly. You had completely forgotten about your earlier altercation. The reason you escaped to Camden in the first place. “It’s ok.” You tell him even though it wasn’t, you just wanted him to let you go. “No it’s not. I want to make it up to you. I’ve made reservations at the Ritz for tomorrow evening.” He looks into your eyes. “That sounds perfect.” You smile tightly at him looking back into his brown orbs wishing they were Alfie’s blue ones.

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Like The Earth Swallows The Ocean (Part Two).

Taehyung X Reader.

Genre: Smut, fluffy smut, fluff, and like a little bit of angst if you squint.

Concept: After have been broken up for months, Tae comes knocking on your door (part one). You’ve both some how ended up in your bed.

A/N: I was debating on making this, BUT someone said they needed it for their soul, SO WHO AM I TO SAY NO?!

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(This Gif ATTACKED me)

You were never one to have trouble articulating your feelings or your emotions in general, but Tae had a way of looking at you that could leave you speechless for hours. He didn’t just look into your eyes, he looked into you. He could find all the vulnerable parts of you, and bring them to light, leaving you to feel naked in a crowd.

His fingers spread out over the small of your back as he made his way to your bedroom, never once breaking eye contact. You searched his honey covered irises, looking for answers to questions you couldn’t even begin to express. Yet, somehow they were there, you felt at ease. A wave of calm crashing over you, it was exactly what you needed in this moment with him.

He used the ball of his foot to push open the door of your bedroom, the silver map of the moon played with the dark splashes of navy blue on your bed sheets. Tae backed into the bed, his knees buckling as the mattress cushioned his gentle fall. Your knees pressed against the blanket, giving you some grip to spread your legs slightly, straddling his sweatpant covered legs. His breathing hitched as you pressed you hips into his, grinding small circles over the bulge that had started to form on his pants.

“Did you miss me like this?” You skimmed your nose across his jaw before your lips made the slightest bit of contact with the heated flesh of his neck.

“You have no idea,” he purred, the lust in his tone only making his voice lower, more intoxicating.

“What did you miss?” You whispered, just as you began to nibble on his ear.

The soft groan that vibrated in this throat caused the spot between your legs to ache for him.

“How about I show you, baby,” he moved his hands over your hips, gripping at the fabric of your shorts.

With ease he pulled you from his lap, laying your back flat against the bed. He pushed himself from the sitting position he was in, to hovering above you. You slid your hand over his clothed stomach, admiring his features, which had darkened with the atmosphere. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead, and than began to assault your face with kisses. A soft giggle bubbled up from your parted lips.

“Baby,” You whined between your fit of giggles.

Tae couldn’t remember the last time you had called him baby, and the word sung to the void that you had left in his chest. His kisses had finally slowed, before finding solace in your lips. You lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck, but his hands caught your wrists, lifting your arms above your head, running his finger tips down the soft, marble like skin of your forearms. Your nerves tingled under his delicate touch, your lips parting against his, which he took as an invite for his tongue to dance with yours. The quiet hum that bounced off the walls of your cloudy room, spoke volumes to the ache between your legs. You wiggled beneath him, your hips raising to get him closer to the need that was building in your core.

He broke the seal between the two of your lips, his breathing had picked up rather drastically. He considered the sight of you beneath him, your chest lifting and falling at a quicker pace than was normal, he knew that you needed him just as much as he needed you. He pulled up a little more, leaving more space between the two of you, and the air that lingered in the place he once was, felt heavy, burdensome. It didn’t last long though, because his hands grasped the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up, and lifting it over your head. Your naked chest soaked in silver moon light, your nipples standing at attention from the cold of the room, and because the ache that had started in your shorts had began to spread over the rest of your body. He observed your body for a moment, watching you struggle to stay patient.

“I know you’re eager, my love, as am I. It’s just been too long since I’ve seen you like this, and I need to take it slow, I need to savor every inch of your body,” his eyes found yours, waiting for you to respond.

You whimpered softly, nodding. You knew this was something he needed, and you always wanted to please his wants and needs. If slow was what he wanted, you would comply to his request.

“Can I hear you agree, baby?” He reached his hand up from his side, to cup the flushed warmth of your cheek.

“Yes, baby. I agree to take it slow,” the smallest bit of a pout pulling at the corners of your lips.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, that deep, chesty chuckle that you could feel shake his body. You pulled your hands from above your head, peering up at him. He nodded, accepting your movement. You tugged on the bottom of his shirt, one hand slipping beneath the thin fabric to feel the tightened muscles in his abdomen. He sucked in a gulp of air between his teeth, as if you had burned him. You didn’t move, you just kept your hand on him, waiting for him to approve further exploration. He looked down at you, his eyes had some how gotten even darker, just the sheer force of his lustful gaze prompted a soft moan from you. He reached backed, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He tossed the clothing on to the carpet, where the floor had started to accumulate the clothes, both of you were losing.

You reached up eagerly, pressing your palms over his chest, your fingers spread over the unmasked glow of his skin. He pressed his hips into yours, his once barely there bulge was fully erect, pressing against the now damp fabric between your legs. Your nails sank into his skin, a deep grumble rumbling in his throat. You began to grind against him, silently begging for him to find his way into you, or for you to take his girth in your mouth. You let your hands fall down his stomach, latching on to the waist band of his sweats. His hand quickly gripped your wrist once again, you looked up at him through lidded eyes.

“Please,” your voice broke under the pressure of his stare.

He captured his bottom lip between his teeth, giving into your plead. He dropped your wrist, his fingers sliding in the thickness of your hair, pushing the hair away from your face. You slid out from under his legs, pulling the pants away from his hips, and down his thighs. His hardness broke free from the confines of his sweat pants.

“What are you going to do?” His voice was raspy, beckoning your body to his.

“I’m going to take you in my mouth, all of you.” You gently pressed against his chest, causing him to fall back on the bed.

He propped himself up on his elbows, watching as you found the most comfortable sitting position, your hands gripping his thighs as you ran your tongue over the under side of his shaft, his body convulsed beneath you. You moved your hands from his legs, wrapping your fingers delicately around his length, your tongue making small circles around his tip. He pushed up his hips, impatiently. You couldn’t help but giggle softly, opening your mouth to accommodate the first half of him, his fingers found a home on the back of your head.

“Look up at me, baby,” he groaned, his fingers flexing in your hair.

You did as you were told, peaking up at him as you began to bob your head up and down, finding a rhythm that was unique to you. Tae leans his head back, instinctively raising his hips again to meet your mouth half way down. You pulled away for a moment, still stroking him as you took in a few breathes. You lead your mouth back to him, wrapping his lips around his throbbing shaft. You removed your fingers, one by one as your mouth took their place. You pushed your tongue out, emptying as much space in the back of your throat as you could. You pushed your head all the way down, his tip pressing against the end of your throat, a soft gag tightening your stomach for a moment. He gripped your hair, a rather loud cry of pleasure filling all the empty space in your room.

“Fuck,” he spat, as you continued to hold him down in your throat.

His other hand had found the sheets, gripping them in his long digits. You brought your head up slightly, giving you some time to breathe. He pulled gently on your hair, lifting your head completely off his shaft. You involuntarily licked your lips, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself above him. He reached his hand up, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb dragging across the highest point of your cheek. You closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying his tender touch. His thumb traveled down your face to skim over your lips, you parted them in response, letting his finger slip behind your teeth. You closed your lips, sucking gently. The sound of him taking in air made you open your eyes.

“No one has ever made me this way... ever,” he pulled the thumb out of your mouth.

You wrapped your hands around his wrist, stopping him from pulling away. You kissed the pads of each of his fingers, before placing a gentle kiss on his palm. His eye fluttered, as he swallowed back whatever emotion was bubbling up. You let his hand fall from your grip, his fingers quickly found their way on to your waist. He used his free hand to lift his back from the bed, a small indentation left from his body. You set your hands on his shoulders, running them slowly down his back. He tucked his fingers in the waist band of your shorts, tugging at them. You lifted your self from his lap, letting him pull them all the way down. You kicked them off from your legs, settling back down onto his lap. He gripped your face gently between his hands, bringing your head down enough so that he could tilt his head up and rest his forehead on yours.

“What do you want, my love?” You whispered, skimming your nose against his.

“You. Always you,” his voice climbed an octave, almost a quiet beg.

He gripped his own shaft, leading it inside of you as you lifted just enough to accommodate him. It took you a moment to readjust, his size stretching against your walls. He stilled all his motion, waiting for you to feel comfortable again.

“Are you okay, baby?” He pressed his lips on to yours for a moment.

“I’m okay, babe. I promise.” You whispered with a nod.

You began to rock your hips in a slow rhythmic motion, your fingers digging into his back as he thrusted upwards to meet you as you came down. A melodic mix of both your moans and groans filled the room. His nails dipping into the dimples of your back. The both of you picking up pace, causing you to lean your head back, your hair creating a gentle waterfall down your back. He leaned forward, kissing the top of your tender breast.

“Taehyung,” you cried out as he thrusted upwards, bottoming out inside of you.

“Y/N,” he bit down on the same spot he kissed, a whine rolling off your tongue.

“I’m so close, don’t stop,” you begged.

His hands gripped ever tighter on your hips, holding you down. As he began to rapidly pound into you, the gentle love still smothering your insides. Your legs tighten around his, toes curling as your orgasm swept through your body, you walls crashing in on his shaft. He groaned loudly, finishing with three rough pumps, his own climax coating your insides. The both of you shook as your matching orgasms calmed down.

You sunk your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling softly. The smell of sweat and warm vanilla invaded your senses as Tae’s fingers drew hearts on your back. He laid back once again, this time taking you down with him. You placed one hand over his chest, and the other hand over your right hand, resting your chin over your wrists.

“I should take a shower, I’m all sweaty.” You closed your eyes, smiling with content.

Tae cleared his throat, so you peaked your eyes open a little to see the red appear on the apples of his cheeks.

“Baby? Why are you blushing?” You asked, lifting a brow.

“I, uh... would it be okay if I took a shower with you?” His voice small, as if he were a child asking for something he knows he shouldn’t.

“Oh Tae,” you giggle, sitting up slowly.

You pulled your legs away from him, sliding off the bed. You leaned over, pulling on his hand. He grinned, following you as you lead him to the bathroom.

“Can you get the water going? I need to go grab some warm towels from the dryer. I know how much you like that,” you stood on your toes, kissing his cheek.

The same blush from earlier illuminated his face, as he watched you walk away. He turned to face the shower, turning on the water, letting his hand dangling beneath the faucet as he gauged the temperature of the water. It wasn’t too long before you came back, towels in hand. Tae has already made the decision to get in, the water falling over his tired muscles. You stepped in, as he watched you with concerning eyes.

“Hi,” you giggled quietly, the sound having a slight reverb from the enclosed shower.

“Hey stranger,” he teased, reaching out and pulling you into his embrace. The water now narrowly making its ways down your stomach.

“Perfect water temp, Tae.” You beam, as he reaches for the shampoo.

“I know what you like, Baby.”

With that he turns you around, so your back is facing his chest. You puts a small amount of shampoo in your hair as he begins you lather it, running his fingers through your wet tendrils. You close your eyes, letting your head lull back as his fingers make small circle on your scalp. He moves out of the way, letting the water wash out the soap.

“Grab the wash cloth, my love,” you point to the watered down wash cloth behind him.

He turns and grabs it, his fingers squeezing some of the water out, the sound of it splashing in the tub makes you take a step back. You shake your head with a smile, taking it from him. You place a dollop of body wash into your cloth covered hand. He tilts his head, watching you with intent, curious as to what you’re going to do. You find your spot back in front of him, pressing the soap onto his chest. You began to wash over his chest, guiding your hands up and over his collarbones. His eyes close just slightly, still open enough to gaze at you.

“I love you, Y/N,” the words slip from his mouth, before he can stop them.

The words stall you for a moment, your hand stopping on his shoulder. You chew on your lip, and nod. He doesn’t seem to make a fuss about it after, but you can tell it hurt him that you didn’t say it back, but he couldn’t complain. He had made it this far back into your life, if you didn’t love him anymore, he’d deal with that in the morning. After that, the shower continued and you finished washing his body. No words were spoken, but the silence was comfortable, it was soft in a different way.

Tae was already laying in bed when you walked out of the bathroom, turning the light off as you did. You stopped for a second, to admire the tall boy laying in your bed, curled up in your sheets. You tip toed over, sinking into the invitingly warm sheets as well. He instinctively grabbed you by the waist, dragging you into his arms, as he draped one leg over your calves. He tucked his head into your neck, peppering kisses over your collarbone. You kissed the top of his head, as his arms grew heavier, the exhaustion of not sleeping for so long finally catching up to him. You couldn’t sleep though, you just admired the cuddly boy that had his body wrapped around you. You brought your hand up, after fighting with his dead weight, to string your fingers through his hair. He squirmed a little beside you, nuzzling closer to you.

“I love you so much, Kim Taehyung.”

[praisemyrelijin-blog]

obedience ; k.th

❝ Hi!! it’s okay if you can’t, but is there a possibility you could write a smut about Taehyung where the reader is being disobedient on purpose so like she touches herself just to get punished~ It’s totally okay if you can’t!! lots of hugs 🤗 -anon

↠ oneshot ; requested ↠ word count | 3110 words ↠ pairing | artist!kim taehyung x reader ↠ genre | fluff ; explicit scenes ; explicit language ; 21+ ↠ synopsis | you should’ve listened, but you can’t say you regret anything. ↠ notes | repost, <3

↠ warnings | thigh spanking [?] ; oral to and from both parties ; marking ; scratching ; orgasm denial ; orgasm control ; dom!taehyung ; dirty talk ; i think taehyung calls the reader a bitch at least once in this fic ; basically P O R N

⇥ masterlist

You watch quietly as Taehyung continued brushing gentle strokes against the white canvas, lips pulled into a small pout and fingers tapping impatiently against your bare thigh. With only Taehyung’s shirt pulled onto your small frame, you were a bit exposed in the light of his apartment. Speaking of, the busy man still hasn’t given you the time you were expecting to get when you arrived to his living quarters, even after undressing in front of him to teasingly throw on a shirt.

It had been two hours since you twisted open the door handle of his front door and he was still painting the city - though, you couldn’t blame him considering that he had one of the best views of Seoul. Your eyes followed every movement he made; watching the gentle flicks of his wrist, his eyebrows knitting together in concentration, the small appearance of his tongue whenever it came out to wet his lips, - this man was utter perfection.

“Taehyung-ah.” You call gently, trying to get him to pay attention to you. His deep hum indicated that he heard you, and you rub your thighs together at the raspy tone, a familiar stickiness clinging to the skin of your inner thighs. It never took much to get you turned on and Taehyung knew that; you were the epitome of hormonal.

“I need you,” You whined earnestly, wriggling slightly on the comfortable plush of his couch, “Taehyung-” Taehyung grunted, putting down his paint brush to turn in his seat to evaluate you. “Be good for Taehyungie, princess, and you’ll get rewarded.” You snarl in annoyance to his back when he turns to finish the painting off.

You had been here for over two hours, and when he finally spoke to you or acknowledged you was to tell you to ‘be good’? Fuck off. “Taehyung.” You say his name once more, a little more force in your tone. “Baby girl, I’m busy. Stop disobeying me and be patient.”

Your nose scrunches at the tone he uses with you, but you unwillingly comply nonetheless.

When ten minutes passed, you had had enough. Taehyung didn’t want to pay attention to you, fine, you’ll just play with yourself. Not sparing the man you love a glance, you maneuver yourself so you’re comfortable on his sofa, patting pillows down and spreading your legs. Closing your eyes, you become immersed in the way your body talks to you; ‘spread your legs,’ you imagined it was him speaking to you in his low voice, ‘open up, baby girl.’

Your legs widen on their own and you slip two fingers in your mouth, lavishing them up with saliva and then guiding them down to your clothed core. Considering that you had a fair amount of wetness sticking you to the piece of cloth and the liquid on your fingers, you found it fairly easy to guide a single, teasing finger inside. With a small breath of relief, you take your other hand and use it to knead your breasts.

You circled your clit hesitantly, biting your lip to prevent any wanton moans from falling out. Slowly, you start a pace that has you feeling weak. One finger wasn’t enough, so you slowly ease another while you thrust in and out of yourself. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t hear Taehyung throw his brush down onto the table next to him; didn’t hear the sound his chair made when he scraped it along the floor to escape his easel; didn’t hear his footsteps as he stomped towards you.

You did, however, hear the baritone of his raspy voice when he spoke to you in an all-too-familiar voice. “You naughty, naughty girl.” Your eyes snap open in shock when you hear him, legs instinctively snapping closed simultaneously. “T-Taehyung-” He presses a finger to your lips, eyes darkening at the sight of your blown out pupils. “Open your legs, baby girl.” You avoid his eyes, complying to his wishes.

His eyes trail down to the treasure between your legs, tongue coming out to lick his luscious lips. “So wet,” He trails off,  fingers coming out to softly massage the skin of your thigh, close to wear you needed him most. “Is this all for me?” You whimper and nod your head. Your head goes to loll back and rest against the arm of the sofa when a sharp slap to your thigh followed by another massage alerted you.

You whine out when Taehyung brings his hand back again and harshly leaves a red mark on your skin. “You impatient girl, you couldn’t even wait until I was finished?” You whimper your answer out, mind too clouded to answer coherently, “Y-You were t-taking t-too long, Tae.” You reason with him breathlessly.

Another slap made contact with your skin, making you hiss at the pleasurable feeling it gave you. Euphoric waves of ecstasy weaved their ways through your bloodstream when he struck you again, eyes glassy with pure need. Taehyung hums at your response, gently kneading the flesh.

“But did I tell you to wait, sweetheart?” You whimper once more at the pet name and he digs his nails pleasantly into your thigh, “Answer me, pet.” You nod your head frantically once more, causing a teasing grin to break out on his face. “It’s not so hard, is it?” Taehyung asks, “To follow instructions, to be obedient.” He drawls out the last word, allowing his slender fingers to wander closer and closer to where you needed him most.

“That’s all that I want, sweet thing, your obedience.”

His voice was much closer than you registered it to be before, and you spare him a glance. His face was directly in front of yours, making you breathless at the gorgeous sight. His eyes fully blown out with lust and strings of auburn hair falling delicately into his face - you were staring at a fucking angel, you concluded, an angel with the intentions of a demon. “But you couldn’t obey a single, fucking, rule.” His other hand wove up to the nape of your neck and laced it’s fingers into your hair before it pulled.

You almost sob out at the amount of pleasure you felt, lips pulled into a pout of pure ecstasy and breaths coming out short and steady. “Taehyung, ‘m sorry-” He cuts you off with a bite to your bottom lip, tongue laving it up before responding, “Sorry won’t cut it this time, kitten.” The hand at the back of your head pushes you forward to meet his lips, mouth instantly opening to accommodate the warm muscle he pushed into your mouth.

You immediately submit to his dominant thrashes in your mouth and he lets out an eager groan at the action. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” He comments bashfully when his lips leave yours, “too bad you don’t have any fucking ears.” Taehyung’s comment doesn’t go unheard and you fight the urge to giggle at the statement, but Taehyung ignores that and fights a smile threatening to take place on his own face.

He trails soft butterfly kisses down your face and onto your neck, incorporating rough bites and soothing tongue remedies to make you squeal out with excitement. You closed your eyes as you felt him paint your body in the most gorgeous of colours: varieties of blues, purples and reds coated your neck. Taehyung truly was an artist, you would never deny it. The way his mouth worked against you was like art, the way he covered you in the prettiest of colours was art, the way he made love to you was art.

It was almost as if he was painting a flower bed on your chest, unbuttoning a single button before using his mouth as a paintbrush and painting the soft skin there lavender. Unbuttoning the next button and painting the skin there rose. You mewl loudly when he reaches the top of your naval, raising your panty-clad hips up to search for some friction.

He tuts quietly at the action and uses his hands to push your body back down onto the couch. “This is your punishment, baby.” He smirks at you from your legs and you almost cry out at the sight. “No touching, other wise you won’t cum for a whole month.” Your eyes almost bug out of your head when you hear the result if you’re naughty, he’s never been this cruel before.

Taehyung’s sinful muscle peeks out teasingly to lick against the space between your thighs and your core, making your pussy clench. Kitten licks decorated your thighs and you knew this was him trying to provoke you, but you bit your tongue and fought the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair and push his face towards your dripping hole.

Taehyung utters a surprised chuckle at the amount of restraint you’re showing, but doesn’t comment. Instead, he chooses to ease small kitten licks onto your covered treasure, making you whine out. You don’t move though, body shaking from the stress you feel. “Taehyung, please!” Your lover chuckles and decides to reward you, flattening his tongue on you.

You whimper at the contact and hold yourself back from rotating your hips on his muscle. Taehyung dips his tongue lower to your hole, but the fabric prevented him from doing anything explicit. His nose touches your ember and you almost scream at the pent up sexual frustration you felt at that moment.

Taehyung taps you on the hip and you raise yourself, allowing him to take the soaked cloth off of you. He brings them to his nose and smells them, sighing out in pleasure before throwing them over his shoulder. “You smell absolutely delicious, Kitten.” He compliments you before he spreads your legs wider and delves into the flavours of your juices. You cry out as his tongue pushes itself into your tight hole and his nose prods your clit.

You immediately clamp your thighs tightly around his head once the pleasure starts coursing through your body, but he pries them open with ease. “Control yourself, pretty.” His words were muffled because his mouth was otherwise… occupied. You hiccup and he grins against your pussy, “You’re sopping, princess.” Taehyung spares you another kitten lick and you collapse on the couch, moaning loudly. “Are you close?” You answer him with a nod of your head.

You regret that. Taehyung pulls away with a smack of his lips and you groan out in protest. “Remember, baby, this is a punishment.” Taehyung crawls over your and stares into your eyes with a smirk, before dropping down and pressing his lips to yours. You make a noise of satisfaction and open your mouth to accommodate his tongue. He licks at every crevice of your mouth, and you bite down softly on the muscle, making him whine into your mouth.

The sound makes you roll your hips against his and Taehyung growls at the contact, unwillingly pulling his lips away from yours. “You want to feel my cock, baby?” He teases, grinding down on your core and making you cry out from the contact, “You dirty little girl, you want my cum to fill you up?” You nod frantically as his slack-covered bottom grinded heavenly against your hips. “Yes, Taehyung, oh my god - please!” Taehyung grins.

“That’s right. Beg for Taehyungie’s cock, you bitch, beg.” You sob out and claw out Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung instantly pulls away as soon as your nails made contact with him and tuts in disappointment. “I told you you can’t touch me, boo.” He pouts and moves to pull his cock out, the sight making you lick your lips in hunger. “Now you’re just going to have to watch me.”

“No!” You sob out as the leaking red head of his dick makes an appearance, “I’ll do anything, just - fuck - please make me cum.” Taehyung peeps through one of his closed eyes and licks his lips, then he slowly starts pumping his manhood. His breathing quickens and with his other hand he motions for you to sit up. “Choke on this cock, pretty.” You do as he says, gently tugging his hand off of his dick and bringing your own up to fondle with his balls.

His hands found home in your hair, the strands weaving perfectly around his long fingers. Your eyes flicker up to Taehyung’s ones for a moment and the sight has you breathless; his pupils were fully blown out and his lips were caught between his teeth, his hair a hot mess on the top of his head and beads of sweat that formed on his hairline were slowly running down his face. He was a glorious mess, he was yours.

With that sight, you took the head of his cock and enveloped it into your mouth. Taehyung’s response was the usual when you sucked him off; loud, responsive and rough. With your hair clenched tightly between his fingers, he set a furious pace. Hips messily thrusting forward and into your mouth, you relax your throat so he could have his way with you. “You’re so good to me, baby.” He praises you relentlessly as his hips drove roughly into your throat. “So good to your Taehyungie.” One particularly hard thrust has you choking on his manhood and a low sound rumbles from his chest.

He continues to press forward, holding himself there until tears are running down your face at the sensation. Once the first tear drops, he rears back once more. You gasp for breath when his dick leaves your tongue and he gently pats your cheek with his leaking head. “Such a good girl, honey.” He praises. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Taehyung presses his lips to yours once more, laying you on the plush cushions of his sofa and caressing your hips gently like you were made of the finest china. His petal-like lips leave yours softly and he shuffles so his hips were pressed against yours and his exposed cock was sliding easily through your wetness. You mewl loudly at the contact and bring your nails weakly down his chest, painting your own canvas.

Taehyung didn’t speak as he pushed into your softness, only releasing a small sound of utter pleasure as he sunk to the hilt. You, on the other hand, gasp out when he bottoms out and his pubic bone gently scraps your clit. Taehyung pauses - the blowjob had already made him close but the way you were clenching around him made him feel like he was in heaven. He opens one eye to check on you.

“You alright, beauty?”

You bite your lip and nod, making him release a breath. Taehyung slowly draws his hips back before slamming into you, making you cry out in wanton need. “Fuck, you’re so tight - how are you so tight?” He cursed lowly, hips setting a brutal pace that has you weak. “O-Only for you, Taehyung.” Taehyung moans at your answer, putting more power behind his thrusts.

“Only for me?” He questions, hips slamming wildly against yours, “This pussy is only for me?” You squeal as he leans down and sucks more blossoms into your skin, your back arching and chasing his lips when he pulls away. “I fucking asked you a question.” A finger prods your swollen clit and you whimper loudly, bucking your hips to match his furious pace.

You felt your high nearing, unsurprisingly near thanks to Taehyung’s tongue. You bite your lip to prevent any shrieks of euphoria from leaving and Taehyung notices, using his unoccupied hand to grasp your wrists and place them tightly above your head. “I want to hear you when you cum, princess.” Taehyung’s wild hips clash with yours heavily and his breathing picks up as he nears his own high.

“Are you going to cum, baby?” He taunts, voice a deadly tone. “Are you going to cum all over my cock?” Another nod was sent his way, “Open your mouth for me, babe. Tell me, use your words.”

Taehyung’s pace suddenly slowed down to a speed that made your high immediately disappear. Your eyes flutter weakly and Taehyung kisses your eyelids, “Baby girl, I want to hear you scream my name.” And then suddenly, your high was within a radius that you could reach. Taehyung’s arms circle around your waist and he picks you up so you were chest to chest with him.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered over your wrecked state, and fuck, you looked like pure sin. Your mouth was open mid-moan and a trail of your dried tears from the blowjob you generously gave him formed small streams on your face. Your pupils were fully blown out and fuck did he really want to kiss you right now. And so he did; teeth clashing and tongues wrestling passionately as his hips pistoned into yours.

You gasp into his mouth as his pubic bone touched your clit and your hand clenched around your orgasm as tight as your grip on Taehyung’s hair. You wouldn’t say that you saw stars burst when your orgasm came, but it’s a close comparison. The first thing you saw? Taehyung. Taehyung and his beauty that could never be compared to the beauty of a burning star, Taehyung and his beauty that could never be captured in a painting or photograph, as it would do him no justice.

“Taehyung-” You cut yourself off as you burst around him and he eases on the thrusts so you could ride out your orgasm. Taehyung gasped as he pulled out of your warmth, hand quickly rubbing over his cock until he exploded over your bare stomach, head thrown back and eyes closed as he groaned out. It was silent as he collapsed on top of you tiredly, the sounds of heavy pants being the only audible thing in the room before you giggled.

Taehyung was lucky he had a big enough couch and he leaned down to pick up your - his - crumpled button up that he had thrown on the floor earlier to wipe his seed on your stomach. “Why are you laughing, beautiful?” He asks after the semen has fully disappeared and the shirt was thrown half-assedly into the washing basket.

You turn to face his broad chest and snuggle into it, “I don’t know.” Taehyung places a single slap to your ass, making you scream out in surprise. Taehyung’s eyes glistened as he stared at your content face, “I love you.” You tilted your head up and pressed your pillow lips to his plush ones, “I love you more.” Taehyung snorts at that and presses another lingering kiss to your hairline. “I love you most.”

[artemisegeria]

Interlude

Title: Interlude

Bonus Gift For: @mrhiddles and @andhewonherheart

Rating: G

Word count: 2,241

Summary: Vision surprises Wanda with a visit during their two years of stolen moments.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16044377

Message for Recipients: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece of unashamed fluff where Vision and Wanda get to be happy like they deserve.

Made for the Scarlet Vision Exchange 2018!

A/N-- Written for the prompt: “I would like any gift of them being happy.” Also inspired by this concept art. Many thanks to @anonthenullifier for beta’ing.

I apologize if there are any errors in my description of the Hanukkah celebration. All of my knowledge of the holiday comes from brief mentions of friends and internet research.  

Wanda felt something unmistakable. She spoke briefly into her comm. “I thought I saw something around the corner. I’m just gonna check it out.”

She hurried into the alley with her heart hammering. “Vizh!” She found him leaning casually against the wall. “What are you doing here?” The familiar red skin and subdued vibranium greeted her as she stepped into the deeper shadows, leaning toward him. The sight never failed to warm her, despite his unexpected appearance and the possibility of discovery. 

“Tony sent me on a last-minute errand, and I knew that you would be here, according to your last text message. So, I took the liberty of making a stop.” Vision looked at her so hopefully that her heart caught in her chest. She hadn’t expected to see him for a month or more, and it thrilled her that he was right in front of her. 

But there was a problem. “The others are just across the street.” She looked both directions over her shoulder before she turned back to him. “I can’t stay long.”

His smile collapsed into a frown. “Will you be able to get away again? Tony does not expect me until the beginning of next week.”

“Probably not until tomorrow afternoon.”

“I will look forward to our meeting tomorrow then.” Vision leaned forward and swept a strand of hair behind her ear. “I will send you directions to where I am staying.” He looked like he was about to say something else, but she could hear the voices of her teammates in her ear.

Wanda felt her lips tilt into a slight, wry smile. “We never have enough time,” she said ruefully. “I have to go before they come looking for me.” He nodded before leaning down to press a brief kiss to her lips. Pulling away, she murmured, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He raised a hand in farewell and phased away.

She returned to her teammates, trying to school her face into a serious expression suitable to a mission.

Wanda knocked softly on the door that Vision had identified in his email. He opened the door just a crack. “Wanda, come in, but please close your eyes.” She raised an eyebrow but complied. He took her hand to lead her inside. He brought her to the bed and encouraged her to sit. “I apologize; my tasks took longer than anticipated, and I am behind schedule. Wait here a few minutes, please.” 

She sighed as she sank gratefully into the soft mattress and fluffy bedspread. “It’s okay, Vizh. It feels good to just sit. I was training with the others all morning.” 

Vision asked, “Where did you tell them you would be?” His voice came from farther away. She wished she could watch him work, but she respected his wishes and kept her eyes firmly closed. 

“We actually decided to go our separate ways early. I’m not expected anywhere for a few weeks.” Wanda felt a broad smile spread across her face at the thought that she was free to enjoy Vision’s presence for at least two full days. She could hear the clink of dishes as he worked in what was presumably the kitchen and wondered what he was making.

He finally returned to her. His fingers wrapped around hers. He pulled her up and wrapped an arm around her waist as he drew her toward the table. Wanda couldn’t help but bounce on her toes out of growing impatience. She shivered when Vision whispered in her ear, “Alright. Thank you for indulging me. You can open your eyes now.” 

She did not speak for several moments, and time seemed to stretch out around them. When she turned her face up to him, she braced her hands against his chest and kissed his cheek. Her smile only grew wider. She felt the tension drain out of Vision, to be replaced by joy that he could make her look like that. “This is wonderful, Vizh, but you didn’t have to go to all this trouble.” 

Wanda gestured to the Happy Birthday banner that was carefully hung on the wall with non-stick hooks and perfectly level. Her eyes traveled from the balloons to the red, white, and blue confetti to the small, tabletop Christmas tree.

“I wanted to. Our time together is unreliable and unpredictable. I thought it would be beneficial to simply celebrate a number of holidays for this year at once.” The words left him in a rush, as if he were nervous about her reaction. Wanda smiled at him again. 

She was still a little flabbergasted at everything he’d done. “Did you have a plan in mind about how we would celebrate?” 

“I had thought that we would celebrate in chronological order if that is amenable to you.”

“Absolutely,” Wanda assured him. Vision leaned down and kissed her cheek. He pulled out a chair for her and sat across from her at the small kitchen table. “Paprikash…” When she looked at her bowl, she felt her smile take on the fixed quality that it had when he had asked a particularly outlandish question shortly after his creation. “Thanks, Vizh.” 

He smirked at her. “Don’t worry. It should be much better than the last time I attempted to make it. I have been practicing. And I triple checked that I was using paprika.” Wanda took a tentative bite, and her smile became real. He beamed as she took several more bites with evident enjoyment.

“How much have you been practicing?” Wanda teased. “I’d never believe you made this.”

“I will choose to take that as a compliment.”

She looked up, flushing slightly, but she relaxed when she saw that his expression had not shifted. “You should. This is excellent.” She finished the rest of her paprikash. “What’s next?” 

“I prepared an Easter egg hunt similar to the one that Tony planned two years ago.” She felt a pang as she remembered the day when Clint’s family showed up at the compound, and they were all running and laughing and happy. “There are twenty eggs hidden throughout the room.” Vision handed her a basket. She began walking around the rented apartment. She searched in the kitchen cupboards, behind some picture frames that were standing on an end table, and even in the outer pocket of his duffel bag. 

She pouted at him. “Are there really eggs hidden?” She could easily find out where Vision had hidden them, but that would take all the fun out of it. Besides her pride was at stake.

“I assure you that there are.” Wanda relished the amusement in his eyes. “You simply have not looked in the correct places yet.” 

She redoubled her efforts. Despite her slight frustration, a carefree joy was growing in her as she found the first egg behind the cushions of the small couch in the corner of the room. She moved on to pull out the drawers from the nightstands. 

Eventually Wanda found the eggs that Vision had hidden around the bed. Then the ones in the bathroom, on the windowsill behind the curtains, and those she had missed in the kitchen. She grinned in triumph when she found the final egg hidden in a large potted plant. 

Vision smiled at her. “Well done. Are you ready to move on to the next holiday?” She nodded, and he handed her a box that he had set aside on the kitchen counter. “Here are sparklers in honor of the Fourth of July, or Captain Rogers’s birthday, whichever occasion you prefer.” She appreciated his accommodation. She was still not enthusiastic about celebrating the country that had turned on her or the large-scale fireworks that accompanied it, but she did greatly enjoy the festivities the team had for the holiday the year she was with them. Even while on the run the previous year, they had tried to copy the party for Steve’s birthday.

They walked out onto the patio that adjoined the studio. Vision brought out a lighter while she carried the sparklers. He placed the flame against her sparkler, which she waved with abandon. He lit his own, and Wanda smiled at his fascination with the paths of light that his sparkler created. 

They burned through several more sparklers. Twirling around each other. Creating patterns in the air. Enjoying their freedom. This was true liberty and independence. Being alone with the man she loved and free to be completely herself, not worrying about the next hideout or mission. She started laughing out of sheer joy, and Vision’s rich chuckle mingled with hers.

The only slight pall over her joy was the fact that Vision had to remain disguised to maintain their anonymity, but it was necessary for the moment. She still dreamed of the day that such hiding would be optional. 

After a few more minutes, Wanda let him lead her back inside. He settled her in an armchair and carried over a box that he had hidden in his bag. “Please open this next.” She pulled off the blue and white paper. She smiled as she removed the small silver menorah inlaid with blue and white stones that the team had given her the year she joined the Avengers. Vision gestured back to the box. “There are several more items in the bottom of the box.” She drew out the gold foil wrapped chocolate gelt and the dreidel she’d received with the menorah.

Wanda asked, “Are we going to play the game I showed everyone a couple years ago?” He nodded. It had been one of the first moments that she had truly embraced becoming part of the team in more than just Avenging, only a precious few months after her brother’s death. She divided the gelt between them, placing the dreidel in the middle of the coffee table. She spun the dreidel first. It landed so that she was forced to place half of her chocolate into the central pot.

When it was Vision’s turn, his spin granted him the entire pot. However, in the next few rounds, Wanda won so many pieces that Vision only had two pieces left. It took only a few more turns for Wanda to win the rest.

“Congratulations,” he conceded. He returned to his bag and took out the candles he had stored there. He handed some to Wanda, and they placed them in the menorah. The light from the candles matched the warm glow that was building in her chest. 

She led him through the prayers that went along with the candle lighting. She recognized that her observance of the holiday was far from perfect, but it was nice to have a piece of her heritage back. They took a few moments to simply appreciate each other’s company and enjoy the silence.

As the candles burned lower, she looked up at Vision expectantly. “Now that we have completed the candle lighting, Christmas is next and last.” He led her back to the kitchen table to sit in front of the miniature tree. “Open your eggs please.”

Wanda opened the first egg, delighting in what she found inside. “Ooh, this is so pretty, Vizh!” She held up a tiny ornament in the shape of a snowflake. Vision’s smile, which had not left his face since they took out the sparklers, only grew wider as she pushed half of her eggs toward him.

Once they finished decorating the tree, Vision removed two boxes from his jacket pocket and handed them to her. “More?” Wanda felt a blush climbing up her cheeks.

“The celebration of Christmas could not be complete without gifts.” 

She opened the box and pulled back the tissue paper to reveal a necklace with a silver chain and a black circular pendant, etched with a curlicue design. “I saw this at a market in Delhi, and I thought you would like it.” 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” He handed her the other box. The necklace inside was a black cord that bore a single gray pearl flanked by two smaller beads. “Where did you find this one?” 

“I made it myself.” No one had ever done something like that for her. “I bought the pearl in French Polynesia when I was following a lead as to your whereabouts. It was lovely there.” 

“I’ll try to convince the rest of the team that there are arms dealers to foil there some time.” Wanda stepped toward him. “And next time we meet, I’ll have some Christmas presents for you.” She could practically hear Vision’s protests as he opened his mouth to speak, but she put a finger to his lips. “I think there’s one more holiday we need to celebrate.” 

She recognized the whir in his thoughts from something not going to plan. “Which one is that?”

“New Year’s Eve,” Wanda said. “Let’s pretend it’s 11:59 pm.” Vision looked confused for a moment, but she saw his realization as he remembered the New Year’s Eve party from the year they had both joined the Avengers. He placed his hands on her hips as she smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. They swayed against each other, counting down. “Ten, nine, eight…” She leaned her head against him. “Seven, six, five, four…” She raised up on her toes. “Three, two, one. Happy New Year, Vizh,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him soundly.

Imaginary or not, this was an excellent way to start the year.

[queen-of-evil-fanfic]

30

    Minerva dipped her head respectfully at the Sage of Force.  “Sage Lucat.  It’s wonderful to see you here.  I’ll gladly accept your invitation.”  She spoke with a careful, graceful cadence.

    The cloaked Sage waved up to the guards atop the wall, and in a moment the portcullis began to groan as it was lifted.  Minerva waited for it to be locked in place, the dirt it shook safely settled to the ground, before she stepped over the threshold, paying no mind to the stony glares being sent her way by the guards flanking the entrance.

    She greeted Lucat as an old friend, and the Sage maintained his peaceable smile in kind.  “Please, lead the way,” she said.  The light shining from the halo crowning her head glinted in Lucat’s eyes.

    “‘Course.” He turned to shout up to the guards atop the wall.  “Thanks for humoring me, folks!  I’ll get out of your hair now.”  To Minerva, he simply winked, and then turned to lead her into the city.

    Minerva fell into step behind him, scrutinizing him through the back of his head.  Out of all the Sages to win to her side first, the Sage of Force was both the riskiest and the most promising.  He stood as the most renowned of them all, making his name as a wandering hero of sorts even in the years before he had taken the position of Sage.  And this was not without good cause.

    While Minerva had never seen him demonstrate his ability firsthand, she knew that the man held a supreme command over his magical power, orchestrating his inner force in a way that rivaled even the Royal Family itself.  The title of Sage of Force rarely fit its bearer as well as it did him.  All of this, and the man did not even carry a drop of the blood of the gods within him; his ears were as round as could be.

    If she could win him over, Minerva knew that the Sage of Skies and Sage of Earth would fall into line.  They were both weaker-willed, and would easily follow Lucat.

    “Watch your head,” the man said cheerily as he led her through a road dense with hanging ornaments strung between market stalls.  The city towered above them, most buildings  standing at least three stories high, and layered on top of and between one another such that the cobblestone roads crisscrossing the city were often at different levels entirely.  The two ducked under a bridge festooned in even more colorful decoration.

Normally Minerva would expect to be ignored while walking alone and unannounced through a foreign city, but the magic lighting up her body drew in stares from every bystander she passed.  People would talk, she knew, and that would allow Zelda to quickly learn that she had visited Rin and swept the Sage of Force out from under her hero’s feet.

    The Sage, meanwhile, waved to and greeted what felt like every person they passed on the street.  People of all species and ages eagerly greeted him in return; Minerva wondered if the man did this every day, or if this was his way of trying to impress her.

    He finally stopped before a stout brick building that sat neatly flush with the rest of the surrounding buildings, its ground level propped up on the second floor of the city’s roads. Minerva waited while the Sage fiddled with the door lock.  Looking up, she saw the symbol of Kythera engraved above the door frame, sitting between the windowsills out of which oozed a tremendous number of flowery and leafy vines.

    The door squeaked open.  “After you,” Lucat waved her in.

    She complied, finally releasing the spell she held keeping the halo of light in place around her head.  She let it fade to a dull spark to light her eyes.

    The door shut behind her.  The chamber within was dim, opening from a small square foyer into a sparsely furnished room beyond.  It was windowless, little more than an apartment, with the only living space to speak of being a couch, a chair, and a table.  A mostly-empty bookshelf lined the far wall.  To the right sat an alcove bearing cooking implements, and to the left a tiny stairwell that spiraled upward.

    Lucat stepped ahead of her, toward the kitchen.  “I’ll get that tea started.”

    As Minerva moved to take a seat, she watched the man doff his cloak, again revealing the array of mundane weaponry he carried within.  Even the cloak itself had weapons sewn into the inside folds.

    One by one, he withdrew and placed each of the weapons adorning the belts on his body into their resting places in his home.  There seemed to be no pattern, but nonetheless he placed each with precision, purpose, and practice.  When he had finally finished and his belts were bare, he began preparing the stove and kettle.

    Minerva watched him the entire time, saying nothing as she sat with her legs crossed in the chair facing him.  But Lucat ignored her almost entirely, not meeting her eyes even once.  Was he trying to intimidate her?  It was becoming irritating that she couldn’t tell what his goal here was.

    Eventually, he spoke.  “Sorry about the humble accommodations. The city was nice enough to let me stay for free.”

    “I don’t mind.”  She had been doing business in the dirt for the past three months, after all.

    “Well, I’m glad to hear it,” he said over the tinkering with his kitchen.  “You never seemed like the sort to get worked up about that sort of thing.  Good sense, that.”

    Silence fell over them until the man finished preparing their drinks and he carried them to where Minerva sat, taking his place on the couch.  His posture was pristine, but he looked relaxed as could be as he drank deeply from his cup.

    He sighed in exaggerated satisfaction.  “How long has it been since I last saw you?” he asked, looking at her for what felt like the first time since her arrival at the city gate.  “You truly look the part of Princess now.”

    She would let that title slide and ignore the prickly pain it left in her ears when he said it.  It was no fault of his to assume her father’s decree stood.  “Almost a decade, if I recall.  You look quite the same, yourself.”  Were pleasantries really necessary?  The Sage must have some idea of why she was here.  He wouldn’t be able to pretend he didn’t for long.

    Lucat laughed.  “Wouldn’t that be nice!  You certainly know how to flatter.”

    His laugher must be fake, she knew, but he was quite skilled at it.

    It was some time again before either of them spoke.  Minerva would not press him; seeming impatient or desperate wouldn’t help her win him over.  She simply sat and let her tea grow cold as she watched the Sage enjoy his.

    “I heard the business about Romulus,” he said.  “He was a good friend.  He shouldn’t have gone so soon.”

    The sympathy in his voice, the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke, the way he smiled so knowingly at Minerva when he said it; it must have been a ploy to take her off guard, but it felt real, and it made her feel disarmed, even as prepared as she was.

    “Thank you,” she had no choice but to say.  She chose her words carefully, spinning the scepter she still held between her thumb and finger.  “I have tried to live up to my duty as his daughter.”

    “So I’ve been hearing.”

    “That’s why I’ve come here today.”

    “With an army.”

    “My followers.”  The light in her eyes flared.  Had the Sage been frowning at her just a moment ago?  He was smiling again now; if he had scowled, it was already gone like a dream.

    “Ah,” he said simply, as though she had just confirmed a hypothesis he held.  “Well, I’ve been hearing some other stuff, too.  Some folks are talking about a Hyrulean Princess gone hunting in the wilderness for blood.”

    “I don’t want blood.”  That was the truth.

    “No?”

    “I’m trying to end this war, not continue it.”

    “So what’s the army for?”  The man’s face had barely changed expression, but his sweet voice had darkened and become somber almost unnoticeably quickly.  His empty teacup sat unattended upon the table.

    Minerva leaned forward in her seat, clutching the armrest with her free hand.  “I want to end the wars we’ve been pointlessly fighting for thousands of years.  I’ve gathered my followers as proof that I can lead them, that they can be tamed.  They’re following me as their Queen, and have sworn their lives to me.

    “And I need your help.  I need those who doubt me across the world to see that my cause is just and legitimate.  I’m asking you to join me and accompany me back to Hyrule to take my throne back from Zelda and ensure we never repeat these asinine mistakes ever again.”

    Lucat stared her down, but she knew he had already decided his answer from the start when he spoke.  “No.”

    Her hand tightened around her scepter as if by reflex.

    “You’ve done a terrible impressive thing, Princess.”  He said that word again.  “I can imagine the kind of difficulties you went through to make it this far.  But going against the will of your father’s dying wish…  Trying to dethrone your sister…  That’s something I can’t abide.

    “The best thing you could do for your kingdom now would be to take those followers you’ve got and disband them.”

    “You don’t get it, do you?” she growled.  “This is greater than my father or my sister.  I am trying to save Hyrule.”

    He just shook his head.

    This was insane.  He was supposed to be reasonable.  But the only person Minerva could see was playing the part of a fool, one who she had thought just moments ago had been cleverly measuring her in a battle of wits.

    She had no choice but to appeal to his status as a guardian.  He wouldn’t be able to deny her then.

    She glanced around the room.  Weapons sat on nearly every surface.  A knife, the blade clean and gleaming, pointed toward her from its seat on the table between her cup and Lucat’s.  If the Sage decided to kill her after this gambit, he’d certainly have the implements to do so.  She steeled herself.

    “I am not going to disband them, Lucat,” she said.  “They are my followers and I am their Queen, just as I am Hyrule’s Queen.  And they will follow my commands to the letter.  If you cannot see sense and join me willingly, I won’t let you stand against me.”

    The Sage stood up from his seat.  Minerva tensed in anticipation of the worst option coming true, but Lucat did not move further, and did not reach for any of his weapons.

    He only spoke.  “The answer’s no.”

    Was he mad or simply stupid?  She was giving him every opportunity and every allowance she could muster, but he insisted on making her fulfill her words.

    “I’ve got no interest in helping your silly fantasy.  Go home, and tell your friends to do the same.  Stop playing warlord.  You have a kingdom waiting for their Princess.”

    He was doing it on purpose now.  She rose in a fury.  Her arm that held the scepter was shaking.  She couldn’t believe that he was really daring her to strike him.

    “I think we’re done here,” the Sage said.

    Minerva stilled her rage.  She had no other choice.  “Yes, we are.”  She turned to leave, waiting to hear the man’s footsteps as he followed her, but there were none.  He only watched.