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WLB - Ch 3

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Shaw Farms attempts to break Essie May.

Essie doesn't know how long it's been since she came to Shaw Farms. All she knows, is she wants to be good. She eats what she's supposed to, even when it's a new texture. She's never eaten something so grass-like, of course. And while it tastes sweet and yummy, there's always a fine pink powder overtop it that she sniffs at. Essie gets used to it quickly, though, as she eats six times a day. All this food must be why her thighs have been squishier than ever, and her breasts no longer fit in the palms of her hands. A part of her wants to say it's uncomfortable and she could use more support than the paper thin outfits they give her, but another, louder part is enjoying filling out her frame for the first time. Something in the back of Essie's mind remembers that thought as if it were an echo, as if she'd heard it before from some soft whisper in her dreams, but Essie doesn't have the patience to follow that loose thread.

In fact, Essie doesn't have patience for many thoughts at all anymore. Her mind has become more simple, more pleasure-oriented. She follows Tommy's orders, she listens to the voice when she trains and sleeps, she follows all commands to the best of her abilities, all for the satisfied rush that comes with obedience. She works diligently to feel that euphoria, right up to her breaking point. There always comes a time at the end of the day, right before Tommy leads her back to bed, when she's prompted to accept her new life completely. There's a sound she must make, a sound she can't make before she flushes red and remembers that this isn't her life. It can't be, because she's all wrong. This isn't who she's supposed to be, she remembers, and that feeling only becomes more painful as she sees the disappointment and frustration on Tommy's face. He tries to hide it, Essie knows, but Tommy's too honest. He says he's trying to help her and Essie believes him. But she's protecting herself. From what, she doesn't know. But Tommy doesn't stop trying.

Essie is sitting on the floor of her room, wolfing down her breakfast when Tommy buzzes himself inside. She looks up at him with a wide, empty smile, pleased to see her handler. He greets her by ruffling her hair and giving her a tap under the chin, and she wiggles with excitement. She's grown to look forward to Tommy's visits, to working with him and the way he makes her feel. As long as she's a good girl, she stays happy.

Today, though, there are three people who follow Tommy inside. Essie scoots away from them, clutching her breakfast close to her person. Tommy whoas, and lowers himself to Essie's level.

"Hey girl, it's alright. These are friends," he says gently. "They're gonna watch me give you your shots, and you're gonna behave." Essie hears his command, and she's nodding before Tommy finishes his sentence. She knows what shots mean. She puts herself on all fours and pulls her paper shorts down to her knees, exposing her ass at just the right angle. Essie winces only slightly as she takes her first and second injections. She's gotten used to her new routine.

Tommy stands and talks to the three behind him. Two are men, one a woman. They wear pink scrubs, but look less sure of themselves than other nurses Essie's seen. As Essie rights her shorts and continues to eat, she barely processes their conversation.

"Based on size and shape," Tommy asks, "how long do you think Essie May's been with us?"

The woman juts her pen into the air. "Compared to her starting measurements, she's gained quite a bit of weight in her chest and her rear. I would say she's about eighty percent of the way to her goal, putting her at roughly a week and a half."

Tommy nods. "Good, good justifications, Holiday. But like I said, EMT299 is our challenge right now, the special project Mr. Shaw is hard at work on. Given how much effort is being spent on EMT, how would you adjust your estimate?"

One of the men shoves himself in front of Holiday. "At most, I would say two and a half weeks, sir."

Tommy narrows his eyes, but elects to gloss over the man's behavior. "Close, Gardner. Essie's been in our program for three weeks as of today. Holiday had the right idea, though. If Essie was a standard admittance, she would've been moved to her own pen at the two-week mark, and she's rapidly approaching her correct size and level of obedience. In that case, who can tell me what tools have been implemented to alter Essie, and at approximately what measurements?"

The other man steps aside, glancing between Gardner and Holiday, and clears his throat. He introduces himself, "Devon Lewis, sir. Um, her treatment should include subliminal messaging in her pod during her sleep, and a serum in her nightly IV meant to make her more docile, suggestible, and help with milk production. Her meals would be grass-based and full of artificial vitamins designed to help her gain weight in the desired areas, like her breasts, thighs, and uh, buttocks. They're also meant to complement the effects of the serum and help stimulate, or rather, destimulate, her brain. I would assume, based on how low her OSS scores were, that you initially started with double the regular dose in all areas. By now, you might've gone to triple, but that's up to her handler's discretion."

Tommy nods. "Very nice, Lewis. Anyone else have something to add?"

Holiday speaks up. "Lewis forgot to mention her hormone injections, the ones you just gave her. We watched you do two shots, both at a full milliliter. Like he said, that's twice the regular dosage."

"Yes, that's right. Gardner, what's the last part of Essie's plan your peers forgetting?" Tommy asks, boring into Gardner's slack face.

"Aside from drugs, she's in daily training to test the results of her subliminal messaging and to further alter her mind. If she were an ordinary specimen, she'd be on the last of her videos, probably on set twelve or thirteen. Since she's Shaw's pet project, I'm assuming she's got her own personalized regimen." Gardner doesn't blink as he keeps Tommy's eyes in his own grasp.

"You'd be right on the money," Tommy says, though he doesn't smile. "Essie's got an individualized series, recorded by Mr. Shaw himself. It's proven to be much more effective than any attempts to give her the generic set, and she's accustomed to Mr. Shaw's voice, pacing, and specific induction. At this point, Essie's picked up most commands necessary and follows through on initial prompting. Who here has memorized the basic vocab you'll need as a member of Shaw Farms?"

All three put their hands up.

Tommy slaps Lewis on the shoulder. "Let's see what you've got."

Lewis immediately steps forward, as the others press themselves to the far wall of Essie's cramped room. They assume silence to keep distractions to a minimum.

Lewis doesn't squat to Essie's level, or wait for her to acknowledge him. Yet, his voice is soft and caring as he orders, "Essie, down."

Essie looks up at him with wide, brown eyes. She tentatively pushes her empty plate aside puts herself on all fours once again, this time leaving her clothing intact.

Tommy murmurs something appreciative at Lewis' back.

Lewis says, "Essie, open wide."

Her mouth falls and her tongue lolls out. A small, small part of her at the back of her throat remembers that this is embarrassing, degrading, but it's become too tiny to voice it.

"Essie, speak."

Essie giggles as a wave of ticklish energy shivers its way up her spine.

Tommy interjects, "Notice how EMT didn't moo, as intended by that command. Why not?"

Holiday answers, "Because her training is not complete. Your cows only moo once they're finished."

Tommy nods. "Yes. And while we knew this project would take longer than most, Shaw is getting restless. We want results we can be proud of, not something half-finished. And today, that's your job."

Holiday and Lewis glance between each other while Gardner stands squarely assured of himself.

"We've been going about the traditional methods, albeit by a slightly more intense route," Tommy continues. "And as far as commands, weight, and follow-through, EMT is plenty prepared to join the herd and allow the rest of her processing to occur with the general population. It's that final acceptance we're struggling with."

"All due respect, sir," Holiday voices, "but shouldn't someone more...experienced be doing this? Why interns?"

Tommy cocks a half-smile. "We're hoping you three have a fresh take. Frankly, our upper management is stumped, and their only suggestion is to keep on with what we've been doing. So, we got creative and pulled our most promising interns from their class, hoping they could find a solution. Would you rather go back to your textbook, Holiday?"

"No! No, sir," she insists. "Thank you for the opportunity."

"Alright then," Tommy claps his hands together. "Have at it."

He gestures for the interns to take the floor, and backs himself up to the glass wall facing the hallway. "All your tools should be on the counter beside her pod. Holler if you need anything."

Lewis, Gardner, and Holiday huddle before her. They whisper amongst each other. While Holiday and Lewis seem to find common ground, Gardner cuts through them sharply and struggles his way into leadership. Gradually, they agree to his plan, though Holiday and Lewis both show reluctance.

Essie sees Holiday first, as she crowds her vision while the other two busy themselves behind her.

"Hi, Essie," she says, her voice octaves higher than it was before.

Essie blushes and smiles, trying to find anywhere to look besides Holiday's wide blue eyes.

Holiday continues, her voice dripping with sweet, pitying honey, "You must be getting so sore with all these growth spurts. I can only imagine how round and full you feel."

Essie wriggles, but Holiday holds steady. Their eyes locked together, crystal irises swimming in Essie's vision. She nods tentatively. Holiday goes on, "I would feel so tight and needy if I were you. Like I just needed someone's hands to make it all better. Like, you must be so uncomfortable. Do you...maybe want some help?"

Essie shifts her weight from her knees to her upper arms, now feeling exactly how swollen her chest has become. Still, she says nothing.

"Don't you want to feel good?" Holiday asks. Essie nods instinctually. "Right! You want to feel so good, you want to feel some relief. Of course you do, sweet girl."

Essie hasn't seen Holiday's hands, not when they slowly went between her arms, or when they gently lifted the light material of Essie's shirt out of her way. She doesn't see them now as they each cup her breasts, though Essie groans through her closed lips. Her eyes go to the ceiling rather than her body as Holiday firmly massages them from chest to tip, eventually coming to roll Essie' pink, puffy nipples between her fingers. Essie arches her back; her breathing quickens. Wetness rolls down her thighs as Holiday's fingers work through her engorged chest.

From behind, Lewis takes his gloved hand to Essie's pussy. Essie's mouth falls open as he does. His fingers work through her slick labia to her clit, alternating between slowly introducing his finger to her hole and rubbing against her. Essie's legs spread quickly until there is just enough room for the stretcher bar she's trained with. Lewis quickly pops the bar between her legs, and she is fully in position.

At the front, Gardner watches Essie shudder with pleasure every alternating second. Her brain is clearly gone, as her eyes are unfocused and her face is slack.

"Essie," he starts. "My name is Ben. I'm going to help you today, okay? All you have to do is listen. Tell me you'll listen."

Essie faintly breathes out, "L...listen."

"Good girl."

Essie moans again, the tension in her body building and building.

"Essie, today you're going to moo. And when you do, you're going to know that this is who you are, and who you were meant to be. Tell me you'll moo."

Essie repeats, "M...moo?"

"Yes, exactly. I can only reward you if you do as you're told. So, you're going to do this for me. Tell me you'll do this for me."

Essie's eyes close, and her face wrinkles. "For...you?"

Gardner frowns. "Lewis, speed it up. I want her on the brink."

Lewis grunts, and moves faster. He thrusts in and out of her with two fingers now, only a second at a time. Holiday takes the hint and focuses on her nipples, the tips eliciting louder moans and quakes from Essie's entire body.

"Essie, you're going to moo for me, that's right. For Ben. Tell me you'll moo for Ben."

Essie struggles to follow as she begins to sweat, her arms shaking with the effort of sustaining herself in such intense pleasure. Every hard thrust empties her brain and readies her for new commands, but every roll of her nipples blanks her mind as well. She has nothing behind her eyes but sheer, white arousal. It's more than Essie's felt in a week, and it's electrifying.

As Essie can give him nothing but heavy, panting breaths, Ben frowns. "Stop," he commands.

Holiday and Lewis remove themselves and slouch at their stations. A shudder travels through Essie. She whines.

"Please," Essie gasps as her blurred vision tries to come into focus, "more, please. 'M sorry."

Ben shakes his head. "Tell me you'll moo for me."

Essie's head droops. Something deep within her locks. She can't. She shakes her head.

Ben tuts. "Oh, Essie. Tell me you'll moo for me, or we'll have to train you a little harder."

Essie stares at the grout between her palms. "S-sorry."

Ben strokes her head, his hands working through the her long, straight brown hair. Essie relaxes into him, and allows him to gather it into a ponytail at the back of her head.

He lowers himself to her ear and whispers, "Moo for Ben, Essie."

She shakes her head, only just catching her breath. "I... I can't. I can't, I'm sorry."

Gardner says, "Then I'm sorry, too."

With one quick yank, he wrenches Essie's head up by her hair. Essie cries out simultaneously with the other interns.

"Gardner!" Lewis yells. "We don't hurt them!"

Ben shrugs. "Maybe we should. Maybe it's the only way they'll really learn." He gives Essie another hard pull, and she whimpers.

"Go on, Essie. Say you'll moo."

Essie cries softly as her eyes dart for Tommy. She tries to turn her head, and Ben tugs at her again, pulling at her neck. Before she can yell for her handler, Ben lands a hard spank across her ass. Essie cries out, and Ben hits again.

"Quiet," he growls. "Unless you're ready to moo, I don't want to hear it."

"Gardner," Tommy orders. "Release her. Now."

"Sir, maybe this is something you need to try. You said we're your last resort." Gardner lands another hard hit on Essie's ass and commands, "Moo!"

Tommy switches to his phone, dialing as quickly as he can. "Hey, we need Shaw and security in EMT299. Now, right now."

When he hangs up, he directs the other interns to stand behind him.

"Gardner, this isn't helping anybody. Even an intern should know that pain is antithetical to our practices." Tommy approaches him from the side.

Gardner tsks. "Another step closer, and she gets one across the face."

"Tommy!" Essie yells, and Gardner spanks her three times. Tears roll down her cheeks, though Essie refuses to sob.

Hurried footsteps move down the hall.

Tommy tries reason. "If those guards get here and you're still holding her, they're not gonna show you a lot of mercy, Ben. Let's go out the dignified way, huh?"

"I don't plan on going out at all. She's going to do what she's supposed to," Ben laughs and throws a leg over Essie, straddling her. While one hand keeps its grip on her hair, the other comes around to her jaw. He grabs her firmly, and orders once more, "Moo, bitch."

Essie screams through his hands, and he shakes her face between his fingers. He yanks on her hair again, pulling so hard Essie's eyes feel like they'll pop from her skull. She wiggles underneath him, trying to throw him off though her muscles are already soft and weakened. She struggles and bucks until she hears loud, booming voices. They yank him from her, and Essie collapses to the cold, hard tile. Hands and bodies are all around moving faster than she can process.

As Essie lays there, she sees Ben pulled kicking and screaming down the hall. The other interns lean over her as if documenting the results, ready to catalog it for later study. Essie recognizes Tommy's scent as he pries the spreader bar from her legs and strokes her hair, her back, her sides, shushing her and helping Essie to sit up. Her breath comes in short, panicked bursts as she feels her airways trying to close themselves. Essie's hands tremble as she collects herself into a ball, tightly pulling her knees to her chest. She holds herself as best she can, as best as she always did in her childhood bedroom with the door barricaded as she hid in the dark corner of her closet.

A pair of legs in dark suit pants and glossy black dress shoes appear before her. She cannot look at who they belong to, but another hand pets the top of her head. They squat before her. The voice, her voice that has trained Essie for countless hours, commands, "Essie, rest easy."

And Essie's eyes shudder closed, darkness swimming as she reaches a state of sleepy contentment. She feels weightless, then held, pressed close to a warm chest and cradled as if she were small again. Her head falls against a shoulder, and she drifts to rest.

#what love breeds #chapter 3 #hucow kink

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rightshoeonleftfoot · 1 year ago

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Also wanted to add that, no, none of these grown ass men would like/date a person that acts like a kid and is dependent on them... I've seen so many fics like that and it's just icky!!

Finally someone said '09 Ghost's past is canon for '22 Ghost!! You're so real for that!! (Also means he canonically has brown hair and brown eyes which is so yummy)

Either way, so happy it was said, the amount of god awful fics and hcs I've seen is insane 🙃

Fully becoming the fun police because the tiktok hc devil got some of you believing hcs are canon 😭

No, Soap doesn't have ADHD. As a sniper and demolitions expert, someone with ADHD wouldn't be able to do the work effectively, it requires extreme focus for extended periods of time, and literally nothing in the game or his behavior indicates he has ADHD.

Yes, Ghost passes his psych evals. He NEEDS to be mentally stable in order to be part of the SAS, otherwise he'd be pulled out no matter how much Price likes him. There are no indications in the game or voice lines that show otherwise, he's able to hold his own weight and is likely on therapy and medication to help with his trauma and nightmares.

No, Soap doesn't have 10 sisters. He doesn't even have a family.

Yes, comic Ghost is canon to 22 Ghost. Literally nothing indicates otherwise, every single character in the remake kept their canon pasts, why would Ghost be an exception?

No, König isn't shy. He's snarky and cocky in all his voice lines, not a single trace of shyness in this man.

No, none of these grown men need a pink blanket from their childhood to sleep.💀 Infantilizing grown men is weird enough as it is, and I feel like some of you forget these men are soldiers— the best of the best, used to extreme conditions that could break regular people, they're not babies or mentally unstable teenagers, it's weird to treat them as such.

While we're at it, some of you make Price act like a fucking nonce and it's weird. No, he wouldn't date an 18 year old child. Probably the youngest he'd go to is 30s, some of you forget the huge difference in maturity age gaps always have and how he wouldn't want to date a pouty child, especially with his line of work and how often he's gone. A relationship with this man would require plenty of mutual understanding, communication skills, trust, and maturity.

ANYWAY NSOSNWLSMALQ

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fictionalmenmistress · 4 years ago

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🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

🌸 the end 🌸 (for more, visit my hashtag: #fictionalmenmistress in the tags 🥰 requests and headcannons are also open!)

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tteokdoroki · 2 years ago

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babes the fact ur TMNT posts make the monsterfuckers come running in defense of their slimy men is so funny. because like. they COULD have made them justifiably yummy but consciously chose not to (which is even funnier when you remember megan fox takes one home w her).

they’re SO UGLY !!! disgustingly so ??? how is it that a CGI lion is more attractive than a turtle that walks like a grown ass man I’m sick ???? WHY did they give them teeth im utterly destroyed by this idea it makes me so angry !!!!

you’re right, they could have been so hot, there was so much potential but they look like shit !!!!!! the fact that Megan took one home is so hurtful to me, I take it as a personal offence

#this is mostly rambling #BUT IM INSULTED BY THEM #📧. user anonymous #💌. you’ve got mail

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cottoncandy-jester · 4 years ago

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✨Lie down darling, it's time for a dream✨

Stuffed (incubus!nishinoya x reader x priest!asahi)

Okay so for the longest time i didn't know what to write for them but after listening to three yagami yato audios back to back I realized Im a sinner..so yeah have this

This story contains: nasty unprotected sex, Double penetration, aheago, feral nishinoya, breeding kink,asahi losing his shit during sex, asahi calls you mommy a few times, light degrading, preluding to semnophilia

As much as I adore male reader cause I'm a boy but, this will be a female reader worry not I'll be spamming out some male reader stuff after this for a bit

"father, I have done a terrible thing.. something horrible"

The sound of your voice from the other side of the confessional made asahi twitch slightly before he calmly leaned back to listen to you. You were innocent, sweet and pure but lately he's noticed changes that worried him greatly, your clothes that usually were modest now revealed a teasing amount of your thighs or chest so of course when he heard your words he was alert yet calm..just what did you do?

"this is a judgement free zone, speak your mind"

"I've let a sinful demon tempt me.."

You what?

Hearing your words made the priest grip the white beaded cross necklace hanging around his neck as his mind started to get foggy at the thought of a demon hurting you in any way, you were too sweet and adorable for this!

"tell me, what has this demon done to you? Has he hurt you?"

Asahi's voice was laced with worry that quickly turned into fear when he heard a small embarrassed whimper from the other side. After a few seconds he heard your quivering voice

"E-Every night the demon comes into my window, he touches me in ways that I've never been touched, every night he-"

"has he fucked you? Does he fill you up? have you kissed him?"

Asahi spoke in a low tone with a shaky breath. He should feel worry for you but instead a feeling of pure jealousy burned through him, the thought of someone seeing your face twist with pleasure or the thought of someone kissing your soft skin while pounding you made him see red.

"yes father, am i too late to be saved?"

Your soft helpless tone made asahi shudder as his mind drifted to unholy thoughts. How would you look sucking him off? What face would you make when he eats you out til you are shaking? How would you taste against his tongue?

"father asahi?"

"ah you're not! Its never too late to be saved! You said it comes every night? How about I spend the night in your home so when the demon comes I'll deal with it"

His plan made you smile brightly before you let out a joyful giggle. You couldn't help but sound so cute as you thanked him before leaving the wooden box.

So day soon turns to night, asahi laid on your couch asleep before a creaking sound stirred him awake. He checked the time only to see that it was two in the morning, the male let's out a low sigh as he stretched before going to your room to check on you only to hear sounds of a creaking bed along with voices.

"oooh [y/n] your nipples are so hard and perked for me, hehehe do you like it when I flick them like this?

Asahi couldn't recognize that voice so he softly opened the door and peeked inside only to see you tied with your hands above your head and your clothes completely ripped off with an incubus straddling your hips. Asahi should burst in there, he should be slamming the door open and throwing that demon off you but he couldnt help but watch as this demon leaned his head down to lick and suck your nipples

"n-nishinoya-"

"this is the first time you called out to me like that..do it again"

So the demon's name was nishinoya? Why did you know that? How did you know that? Asahi was curious about such details but his mind blanked when he heard a loud whimper escape your lips, when he turned his attention back to you the demon in question has his face shoved in between your legs licking and sucking at your clit as if his life depended on it.

Asahi felt his cock twitch in his pants as your lewd moans ringed through his ears. His entire body started to shake as he bit his bottom lip roughly. He wanted to be the one to make you moan like that, he wanted to be the one making you screaming his name.

Just as asahi was going to burst in he watched as the demon pull back and both his and asahi's eyes locked before nishinoya gave a sly smirk while licking his lips.

"her pussy tastes like whip cream, so sweet and yummy so why don't you come and get a taste instead of watching like a pervert or are all preists this sinful?"

Asahi tensed up at his remark before standing up straight before opening the door and closing it behind him. His eyes travelled to you who couodnt even look him in the eyes.

"f-fathe-"

Nishinoya shoved his demon tail down your throat with a light shudder. He gazed at you with a sadistic gleam before a sly smile was on his face.

"hush babe, the grown up are talking so just be a good girl and suck on my tail like it's a nice juicy cock okay? If you promise not to bite I'll fuck you extra hard tonight"

His words shook both you and asahi but you did as he said and started to suck his tail which filled your mouth nicely while nishinoya tried not to shudder and show just how good that felt.

"d-demon! I've come to exorcise you! P-prepare to go back to hell where you belong!"

"funny how you say that but where's your Bible? Your holy water? Holy items? not even a single talisman..all you brought is a big bulge so let's just be honest here hmm?"

Asahi felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he glanced down only to see that he was fully hard, he took a step forward his mind clouding with lust as he watched you suck and moan against that filthy demon's tail.

"A-as a priest I'm supposed to take you down, I'll warn you once to release her from your captivity and surrender"

Asahi's shaky words were met with nishinoya letting out a loud chuckle before his eyes travelled to you before he reached our and trailed his finger along your drenched slit which made you shudder with bliss before he decided to stick two fingers inside your sopping wet hole.

"listen here, father she let's me do this cause she wants to, hell she would die without my cock stretching her wall each night. Ive cummed inside her so much It would be no surprise if she was pregnant"

His words made your walls clench around his fingers which cause the male to release a low growl, he definitely needed to fuck you soon or else he was gonna lose his mind.

"Ooh she likes to think of being pregnant, how about instead of trying to fight let's share this night hmm? Come onnn look at her she's just begging for a cock to fuck her so two would drive her absolutely insane. Give into your urges"

Asahi didn't know if it was demonic magic or his mind just snapping but before he knew it he was stripping down while walking towards you and nishinoya. His eyes were clouding with lust as he left himself in only his boxers

Nishinoya licked his lips before simply took his tail out your mouth before feeling you of your binds. You sat up now looking at the two men with a look of worry, you could barley take nishinoya and his thick cock but now two of them?

"alright pretty girl! Here's what's gonna happen, me and Mr holy over here are gonna fuck your brains out until the smell of cock and cum become your natural scent okay? Okay!"

Nishinoya and his cheerful tone made you shiver as you watched his tail wag side to side like he was some excited puppy. Asahi looked confused on what to do so he gave nishinoya a panicked gaze which made the demon burst out laughing

"are you a virgin?! Pfffft! Hahahah! Oh my! Okay, I'll tell you what to do only cause you look so cute! Lay down on the bed and princess here will get on top"

Just explaining what will happen made asahi blush before he gulped harshly and did as he was told. What was this going to feel like? He wasn't sure but he knew it would be better than touch himself in the late hours of the night.

"n-nishinoya I don't know about this, I mean-" you were cut off by the demon's loud whistling as he yanked asahi's boxers down only to see his çock spring up.

"talk about a long boy! Sorry I got you beat in girth though, but I guess it's not bad right princess?"

Nishinoya turned to you who was just staring with a look drowning with lust. Nishinoya knew that look on your face and moved to you only to lick the drool dribbling down your chin

"now now you hungry slut, you can choke on his cock next round but for now let's fuck that cute pussy to oblivion"

His words made you whine before he gave your ass a hard slap before pointing to a nervous looking asahi

"now, hands and knees above him don't you dare put him in you without me saying so, or else I'll have to break you even more than I already am about to"

Nishinoya watched as you crawled into of asahi before shakily looking down at him. You've had sex many many times next to nishinoya but also fucking asahi scared you since he was your priest.

"so fragile, you're shaking lets not be scared alright?"

Asahi's soft words made you melt as you felt him reach up to touch your cheek. You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss only to moan harshly against his lips as something thick slammed into you. With a shaky breath you pulled away only to glance back to see nishinoya on his knees behind you with a fake innocent grin.

"oops- sorry did I ruin your moment?"

Asahi looked at your face only to feel something snap in his mind, the way your face became flushed and your eyes tightly closed made him shudder before his body moved on its own. He wrapped his arms around you before pulling you against his chest only to shove himself inside you along with nishinoya.

You let out a loud shocked gasp our reaction was nothing compared to asahi who was gritting his teeth with eyes rolling back slightly, how could someone be so tight?!

"feels good huh? Oh this is nothing..come now father, can you really not move? Well if you're not gonna move I will"

Nishinoya started to thrust roughly in and out of you with a shaky sigh as he felt his and asahi's cock rubbing against each other, not only that but you were clenching so tight that he could swear he could see stars.

"ngh- demon.. you're rubbing against me like that"

Asahi's choked words were followed by his thrusts, he wasn't as rough as nishinoya but he was thrusting quite fast. he just couldn't stop his body from thrusting up against you over and over again. You both were slowing becoming a mess, drooling and whining came from you both as you two locked eyes

"[y/n]! So tight! Your pussy is so tight and wet I just can't take it! Do you hear it? That wet sound? Ahh it's so lewd! This is so lewd! [Y/n]! I cant stop- don't make me stop please please please!"

Asahi was losing his mind while he slammed his hips wildly and to make it worse this chaotic energy was only riling nishinoya up to the point where he was a snarling mess now digging his nails Into your hips while slamming in and out of you

"fuck! You are so good! Such a good girl..the way your pussy is miking me, beg for me princess beg for my demon seed come now beg for it already or I'll fucking stop"

The utter thought of stopping made you whine louder than you already were and you wiggled your hips desperately like a bitch in heat

"please! Noya! Asahi! Fuck me more! Ahh- please please! Breed me so good!"

Just like that your words caused the two men to lose their sanity even more. Asahi was in tears as he rapidly thrusts in and out of you like a rabbit now having breeding on his mind. He forced you to look at him as he gave you a sloppy messy kiss that left saliva on you both

"m-my baby! Have my baby! My baby mine not that demon's but mine! Ahh- please [y/n]! Bear my children!"

His whining sobbing pleas seemed to annoy nishinoya who pulled you back against him while his hand gripped your throat. He thrusted deep inside you while licking your neck along with biting at it.

"his baby? Fuck no. Have mine. My demon spawn would look so cute growing in your tummy, fuck princess it's gonna be me who gets your pregnant okay?"

Your mind was starting to go blank as your climax was coming close and just as you were were gonna turn to kiss nishinoya you felt hands cupping your breasts. You turn to face asahi who now sat up to hold you as well his mouth drooling and slobbering all over your breasts as he felt close. His hair was a mess but the look in his eyes was that of a desperate needy man losing his mind.

"be the mommy to my baby, you right that right? Mommy..please please please! Ah I can't wait to see your breasts swell with milk so please..ah! Please I'm gonna cum!"

His loud whines and use of the word mommy did something to you that you didn't know could happen to you but you felt your climax building up but before you can announce it nishinoya simply grunted lowly in your ear as his grip around your throat tightened.

"I can feel it, cum already cum around our cocks like I know you want to, you want us to fill up your needy pussy, you're so desperate for cum that your drooling and sticking your tongue out like a bitch so cum already"

His harsh words were the last thing you needed before your walls tightened and you climaxed with a loud screaming moan.

"yes, yes yes yes yes! [Y/n]! Yes! It feels..so good!"

"hah- ah, damn priest you moan like a little whore..it's so fucking hot!"

As the two cummed inside you at the same time you felt your mind breaking and it left you twitching and shaking in their arms.

When you three laid down on the bed nishinoya glanced at you and asahi who were both making such a lewd face that his cock twitched. He honestly wasn't even close to being finished but it seems that humans get tired so he was greatly annoyed to see you both start to fall asleep.

Nishinoya sighs as a smile graced his face before he cracked his neck while hovering over you and asahi's cuddling bodies.

"sorry sweeties I'm not done yet, but don't worry you can enjoy your nap"

#yuu nishinoya #asahi azumane #haikyuu imagines

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bonappetizzle · 5 years ago

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Feelin’ That The Feeling’s Good

A/N: Back with a second instalment. They’re not in any particular order. Thanks for the notes.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Black!Female Reader

Summary: Harry’s gig. Y/N is a little insecure.

Word count: 1159

“Hey baby girl,” Harry holds you by your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. “I didn’t think you’d make it.” You give him a coy smile.

“You didn’t seriously think I’d miss your show. C’mon now H,” he smiles, kissing your forehead. “You look pretty,” he mumbles, resting his head against yours.“Thank you, don’t look too bad yourself. Although, I do think you should let your hair down.” He moves away, knitting his brows together. “I thought you’d like it?” You stand on your toes, gently releasing his hair from its confinements, gently styling it for him.

“Better?” He raises his eyebrow at you. You nod, admiring him.

“Much. You look like a rock star now.” He chuckles,

“oh yeah” he asks you suggestively. You nod, curling your finger under his collar choker, pulling him foreword. “How much time do you have?” He smirks, a playful look on his face. “15 minutes.” He whispers, ghosting over your lips. Leaning in to kiss you again. You move your finger away, wrapping your arms around his neck. He bites on your bottom lip, moving his hands down to meet your bottom. You moan quietly, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your body growing warmer, as he holds you close.

“Woah! Woah! C’mon now.” Mitch’s voice groans. You reluctantly move away from your boyfriend, who begins to whine. “Sorry,” you apologise, feeling your cheeks burn. “It’s fine. I wouldn’t usually interrupt, but we’re on a 5, and Pete wants to talk to H quick.” Harry huffs, leaning his head against yours, turning to look at his bandmate. “What does he want?” Mitch shrugs,

“Don’t know. But don’t want to piss him off, he’s had a few already.” He leaves, leaving you two alone again. You feel Harry move off you, a cloud of coldness filling the room. You turn to look at him, while he preps himself to talk to his manager. “You staying back here or going out front?” He asks you, fixing his shirt. “I have my pass. Kate’s with a few of the girls at the bar. I’ll cheer you on from the crowd.” He smiles, leaning down to kiss you. “You’re so cute.”

“And you’re going to be late.” he sprays on aftershave. “15 minutes my ass.” You hit his arm playfully. He chuckles, shrugging. “Worth a shot. I’d be fashionably late and freshly fu-“

“Go!” You shake your head at his ridiculousness. He smiles, taking your hand as you exit the dressing room. Parting as you approach his manager.

“Catch you later,” he pecks your lips, waving as you make your way past the security.

“The band is really good.” Jenna, one of Kate’s work friends says.

“They are.” You smile, feeling proud for your boyfriend’s band.

“and that lead singer? He’s yummy.” Another girl comments, ordering a cocktail from the bar. “You think I’d have a shot?” She turns back to ask. She’s beauty personified; Tall, slim, blonde, blue eyed, and devastatingly pretty. You bite your bottom lip, looking back over to your boyfriend flawlessly pleasing the crowd. “He has a girlfriend.” Kate speaks up, as the blonde beauty twirls her hair around her finger, an indifferent look on her face. “So?” You begin to feel uncomfortable. Kate looking over to you. You shake your head. “He’s a star in the making, and I’m sure after 5 minutes with me he’ll change his mind.” Kate scoffs, shaking her head. “Not all men are like that.” She raises an eyebrow,“Oh yeah?” She bites a cherry from its stem. “Is that a challenge.” She giggles. Your eyes widen, your heart beat increasing. “C’mon stop it,” Angela, your other friend says. The girl rolls her eyes, flipping her hair back. “You girls need to relax, maybe I’ll let you know what he’s like after if I see you again,” she downs her drink, slamming it down on the bar, winking at us before leaving to meet her friends in the crowd.

“Why didn’t you speak up?” Angela frowns. Kate nods, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t know. Guess I was stunned.” You press your lips together. “Well, good thing she’s not Harry’s type.” Kate says sending daggers in the blonde’s direction. “Hate girls who think they can take anyone’s boyfriend.” Angela adds. “You’re prettier anyways.”

“You think so?” You ask meekly. They both glare at you, as if you’ve grown a second head. “You’re gorgeous babe. There’s a reason Harry snatched you up.” You smile softly at your friend. “Thanks.”

“No, but seriously y/n, he loves you, just listen to the songs he writes about you. You’re beautiful inside and out, and clearly he thinks so too.” You feel your cheeks heat up, holding your arms out to hug your friends.

“Love you guys.”

“Love you too,” they both giggle.

“So? How was I?” Harry asks, wrapping his towel around his neck.

“Really good. I’m so proud of you,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you.

“Thank you, babe,” you scrunch your nose, turning your head.

“What?” He asks your confused.

“You smell like sweat.”

“Sorry I didn’t shower. I was excited to come see you. I see that was a mistake now.” He pouts dramatically, you shake your head, smiling at him. “You’re so silly,”

“Only for you.” He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tight. “You still owe me those 15 minutes.” He whispers into your ear. you roll you eyes, smiling back at him “You think you can last 15? You just did an hour and a half on stage. Aren’t you tired?” he shakes his head, a smirk on his lips.

“Never too tired for a good f-“ you cover his mouth, shutting your eyes together. “Must you be so vulgar?” You open your eyes, moving your hand away from his mouth after he licks at it. “Ew,” you chuckle, “what are you a child?”

“No, but I’m trying to put one in you,” you stare at him before shaking your head. “How long have you been waiting to say that?” He chuckles, shrugging. “Just until you called me childish again.” You wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tip toes to kiss him. “I love you, even with your ridiculousness.” He smiles down at you, holding your waist.

“I love you too, and thank you.” You both chuckle, separating, as he takes hold of your hand again. A few of Harry’s friends come up to talk to him; while his grip on you stays strong. You turn at the sound of a cough, Angela smiling through the straw in her mouth, tilting her head, as Kate giggles. The blonde from earlier, looking shocked at you with Harry. Good. You laugh airily, catching Harry’s attention.

“What’s up?” He whispers in your ear, you shake your head.

“Nothing, I’ll tell you later.” He nods, bringing your hand to his mouth, placing a kiss on it.

#harry #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles fic #harry styles x black!reader #harry styles x poc #harry styles x woc #harry styles x black reader #Harry x black!female reader #Harry x black female #Harry x black woman #harry styles imagine

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legolaslovely · 5 years ago

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Hey, you remember that construction anon? The one that was small? Yeah, I'm back! Anyway, the day after I sent in that last ask I had a injury at work - seven+ wooden beams fell on me (the kind that takes two full-grown men to safely lift) and I had a limp for the next few days (still got some bruising, but nothing major). But like, those dwarves seeing that? They'd freak right? "Small human is hurt! Must protect! Oh, she says she's fine? Protect anyway! Must keep safe!"

YAY You’re back! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Omg are you okay? That is so terrible and scary!!!!!!!! Nothing major from that??? That’s cause you’re a strong ass lady!!! Oh man, I hope nothing like that ever happens again.

Dude one of the dwarves would CARRY you to the medics whether you wanted to go or not. Everyone would follow. You’d be forced to stay for longer than necessary, given yummy food and books to read and being waited on and visited and babied until you screamed! But they’d take such good care of you! And after that? NO MORE WORKING NO. Okay maybe but only with two of them spotting you at all times.

Hope you’re doing well and staying safe!!

#construction anon #anon #anonymous #ask #answered

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gascon-en-exil · 5 years ago

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Octopath Traveler, Dimidue, Enjolras

Whew, that’s a lot.

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character:

Primrose, her story is among the more compelling and the content is surprisingly honest in its maturity for a T-rated JRPG.

Least Favorite character:

Lyblac for having next to no relevant setup for the person who’s technically the game’s central villain. The whole ending is just painfully clumsy.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

I don’t read much fic for OT, but any combination of the male travelers, Alfyn/Zeph, Olberic/Erhardt, and Therion/Darius all have their moments.

Character I find most attractive:

Olberic, he’s barely even past his prime and he’s a knight, yummy.

Character I would marry:

Probably Olberic again. Therion is inconstant, Alfyn is a country bumpkin, and Cyrus would be deeply annoying after a while and likely wouldn’t understand sex.

Character I would be best friends with:

Primrose, because we know all about those kinds of men.

a random thought:

Would have liked to see more of the dark cult in Ophilia’s story, and more on Orsterra’s pseudo-Catholic religion in general.

An unpopular opinion:

H’annit’s dialogue doesn’t sink her character for me, although she’s not someone I would have been much interested in in the first place. It’s ridiculous and clearly artificial, but not the worst thing ever.

My Canon OTP:

Alfyn/Zeph, lategame no homo sidequest or not. They carry each other’s satchels all game, which is both sweet and possibly the strangest allusion to ball play ever.

My Non-canon OTP:

Any of the aforementioned pairings among the male travelers, although I don’t care for how Alfyn/Therion is the overwhelming fandom favorite.

Most Badass Character:

How many scenes does Olberic basically solo? That said, I think H’annit is overall the strongest character.

Most Epic Villain:

Simeon, for staging a play about his ex as she’s coming to kill him, and then making the boss fight a part of that play. It’s such a thematically resonant set piece for the final boss of her story.

Pairing I am not a fan of:

Zeph/Mercedes, an obvious last ditch effort to attempt to prove that Zeph isn’t Alfyn’s boyfriend.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

Just...everything about the combined final boss.

Favourite Friendship:

Olberic and Alfyn, even if they’re not having sex. Good simple tank/healer fun.

Character I most identify with:

Primrose, again. Fallen aristocrat forced into sex work and obsessed with vengeance? I don’t really get her hints of lesbianism for the same reason I don’t get Dorothea’s in FE16, but that’s beside the point.

Character I wish I could be:

Probably Cyrus for that cushy teaching gig in the largest city on the continent.

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them:

Had my suspicions as early as the Blue Lions promo video when Dedue’s dislike was revealed to be anyone hurting Dimitri. Started shipping them hardcore as soon as the text dumps started coming in, and the canonical backing has only grown since.

My thoughts:

My followers know how I feel about Dimidue. It’s a nearly perfect iteration of the lord/knight dynamic I always enjoy in FE, with not one but several variations depending on route that all call back to previous pairings in meaningful. While I understand why it remains underrated (Dimileth, mostly unfounded hangups about the racial dynamic and power imbalance, Dedue’s just not that conventionally attractive) it’s downright criminal that this pairing and its broader implications for Dimitri’s character go so so frequently ignored.

What makes me happy about them:

I am not by nature a very romantic person, but their interactions can be so tender that it’s hard not to find them insufferably cute - ferocious murder husbands though they are capable of being.

What makes me sad about them:

Misinterpretations of their dynamic that stem for people not reading their supports very well and/or making assumptions based on their respective skin colors that don’t hold up to close scrutiny vis-à-vis the actual dynamic between Faerghus and Duscur.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Not much, but the occasional assertion on Twitter that only fanon Dimidue is acceptable because canon did them dirty. Do these people even read their supports and other interactions? “Dedue can’t think for himself in canon” my svelte French ass.

Things I look for in fanfic:

Solid writing as always, but I really like it when fics capture them as equals in private even in they keep up the professional relationship for the general public. Fics where they get a big wedding and everyone acts like there’s nothing at all unusual about it might be better wish fulfillment, but they don’t work as well for the setting in my opinion.

My wishlist:

Combination with the other male Lions for an OT5. There’s already porn of it, now someone other than me write it. All your favorite paired endings in one!

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

The game offers easy alternatives in Felix and Ashe, plus the aforementioned Lions orgy. Not Byleth, that’s for sure, with Dimitri because it’s clumsily written and has weird thematic implications or with Dedue because I’m pretty sure he’s not into women all that much. m!Byleth with either of them just feels like a solution to something that wasn’t a problem.

My happily ever after for them:

Their Azure Moon ending, although hopefully Dimitri won’t die too young and they’ll have many years together to adopt a bunch of orphans like in the ending tapestry and have a happy little family where no one dies violently. They’ve earned it after all they’ve been through.

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character:

In book canon he’s a glorious if very pointed allegory for the values of the Revolution, which can be hard to relate to an actual human and even harder to translate into adaptation...so for the most part they kind of don’t.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character:

Grantaire to complete the allegory, but all of Les Amis are fair game for a big gay orgy.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character:

Combeferre and Courfeyrac form a fantastic triad with him even if they’re not romantic, and a solid friend dynamic.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I strongly lean into Hugo’s androgynous descriptions for my mental picture of what Enjolras looks like, and I believe his natural feminine characteristics are intriguing and just about essential elements of his character although again they’re dropped from almost all adaptations.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

More Amis interactions are always good, especially for the ones he doesn’t spend as much time around in canon like Bahorel and Prouvaire.

Favorite friendship for this character:

Combeferre and Courfeyrac, see above.

My crossover ship:

None really? I don’t do crossovers much.

#Octopath Traveler #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Dimidue #Les Misérables #Enjolras

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casspurrjoybell-15 · 3 years ago

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EN of LOVE - LOVE MECHANICS

Chapter 35 - En of Love Special #2

*Warning: Adult Content*

Today is a public holiday and Mark Masa is lying in bed not in any hurry to get up. Beside him lying slightly lower is Vee Vivis playing a game on his iPhone. Mark looks over at the screen and sees that Vee is still playing the same game as last night.

"Vee. I'm hungry," Mark states in a low voice, poking his boyfriend's shoulder.

He doesn't receive an answer because Vee is heavily focused on his phone. The younger boy starts to get annoyed at this stage and repeats...

"Vee, I'm hungry."

"Em... Okay... Let's eat," Vee says, his eyes still glued to the screen.

Mark looks at Vee and huffs before getting up. He throws the blanket at the him, covering him and his iPhone. A sound of disappointment comes from Vee under the covers but Mark doesn't care, heading to the bathroom to wash up. When he returns he finds Vee's bothered face glaring at him. Mark just smiles and raises an eyebrow.

"I lost the game," Vee says hoarsely looking at Mark sulkily.

"Good. You've been playing that game all night, like an idiot. Who were you playing with anyway?" Mark asks, walking closer him.

"North and Klay. They convinced me yesterday to play. I didn't think we would be at it for so long but damn it was fun."

Mark opened his mouth, about to say that that was more than having fun but decided to let it slip.

"So, since you played throughout the night... Are you tired and going to sleep now?" Mark asks his boyfriend.

‘He hasn't slept at all and even thought his eyes are a little puffy... he still looks as handsome as ever. Asshole’

"Didn't you say you were hungry?" Vee asks, raising his head to the younger boy...

"I'll make you something yummy to eat. Okay Babe?"

Mark smiles at his boyfriend. How can he be mad at him when he says things like this. It's the small things that Vee does for Mark everyday that makes the younger boy love him more and more, if that's at all possible. Today is their anniversary of being boyfriends. The time they took to bind to one another has allowed them to be officially together for a whole year. It's not obvious to everyone but it can't be said that they don't care deeply for one another. Both Vee and Mark get very jealous and possessive ‘in different ways’ and they worry about each other's wellbeing before they worry about themselves, which tells the younger boy that the love they have for each other is and has been enough to enable them to maintain this wonderful relationship. The thought of two grown assed-men squeezed into a small kitchenette might sound strange but the mood is always good when they cook together. They have a routine and they have gotten used to it by now. Mark is busy cooking an omelette and Vee had decided to cook a veggie and chicken dumpling soup.

"Mark, do you want tofu as well?" Vee asks, seasoning the soup.

"Hmm, yes please. That sounds nice." Mark replies, watching the boiling pot and the handsome boy stirring it.

Mark wonders if Vee remembers what day it is today.’

‘Does he remember it's our anniversary.’

"There are some grapes in the fridge. Could you grab them, babe?" Vee asks, lifting the pot off the cooker and placing it on a wooden mat on the table.

Mark nods and goes to collect the fruit. Back at the table he sits opposite Vee and watches him start to eat. The older boy looks up from his meal sensing the other boy's stare. He raises a eyebrow questionably but Mark just shakes his head.

"What's the matter, babe? Did I do something wrong?" Vee asks when Mark doesn't answer.

"Nope." Marks answers nonchalantly in a casual voice turning his attention to his meal.

"Did I play the game until late last night?"

Vee smiles cutely making Mark giggle.

"You call it night but I call it morning."

"Mark." Vee calls his boyfriend's name softly.

"Sorry." he pleads.

"But I had so much fun, babe."

Mark tries not to smile but eventually gives in because Vee's pleading voice and swollen eyes are just too cute.

"Are you tired? Your eyes are red and puffy."

"Ew... Do I look ugly? Sorry baby... It won't happen again. I promise."

"Em."

Mark just nods and continues eating.

"Are you doing anything today?" Vee asks Mark when they have both finished eating.

"No. Are you?"

"I want to play..."

Vee eyes shift from his iPhone and looks at Mark.

"With you."

They finishing doing the dishes and sit on the sofa opposite the television. Vee rests his head on Mark's lap like it's a pillow, while he watches some cartoons.

"Why are you looking at me?" Mark asks when he notices his boyfriend's eyes on him and not on the T.V.

"I'm tired," Vee says sleepily.

"Do you need my permission for something?"

"I'm so tired."

Mark knows he should stops smiling but he can't help it when Vee acts like this.

"Okay... then go to sleep," Mark says, brushing Vee's hair away from his forehead.

"But who will watch the shows with you?"

"I'm not a kid. I can watch shows alone."

Vee usually sits next to Mark when he watches his television programmes, either on his iPhone or studying for finals. The fourth year engineering students have finished their exams and Vee was now just waiting for a reply from the companies he had summitted his resume to. With his scores he was confident that he would receive employment from the company he had done his internship with but was yet to get the phone call. But he wasn't worried because the final term was not finished yet and he really didn't mind which company he ends up with as long as it is close to their university and Mark's apartment.

‘My boyfriend is so clingy and I love it.’

Mark brushes his hand through Vee's silky black hair, while he's drifting off to sleep. He started off just combing his fingers through the older boy's hair to straighten out the messy strands but now his fingers start to massage his boyfriend's skull, receiving contented mummers in return. Mark isn't paying attention to the television anymore too content and mesmerized by the beauty of Vee's sleeping face. Being able to stare at his handsome face like this without looking away because of getting flustered, is so nice. Mark never thought he would think such things. It's unbelievable that such thoughts even come to his mind.It's so embarrassing. He smiles to himself and resumes watching the television.When the show finally finishes, Vee still hasn't woken up. The older boy's phone starts to vibrate on the coffee table but Mark doesn't pick it up because Vee's sleeping face looks so peaceful.It's been two hours since the older boy had rested in his lap and Mark's right leg has now gone numb. He smiles because he is happy and content but he doesn't know why. Mark grabs his phone which is next to him and takes a sneaky photo of Vee.His hair is messy because Mark has been brushing his fingers though it until it doesn't have any shape anymore, just a cute fluffy mushroom. His handsome face and perfect mouth are totally relaxed. His still closed eyes form very pretty half moons...

‘When he's asleep like this, he is steel handsome, perfection personified. It doesn't matter that years from now when we are both older and grey hairs start to pepper his silky black strands or when he comes home tired from work, lines furrowing his beautiful face, I know I will always see and think of him as my handsome lover.’

Mark posts a saved text from a year ago...

Mark Masa

5 minutes ago

In a relationship with Vee Vivis

46 likes 6 comments

And then with a photo of 'Sleepy Head' resting on lap, Mark sends another post...

Mark Masa

Just now

One year on and still in a relationship with Vee Vivis

12 likes 2 comments

More and more people start to comment and hit the like button. The people following Mark Masa are as many as 'Mr Popular' 'Engineering Faculty Moon' 'University Idol' Senior Vee Vivis. There are both high schoolers and university students following their face-book accounts.

North : Wake him up.

Da Rinner : So cute.

Pop Papp : I remember when Vee and Mark first started dating. And they are still together. That's so nice.

James : Stop showing off your husband @Mark Masa

Tonkla : He made our team lose our game. He doesn't deserve to sleep comfortably on Mark's lap. Wake him up and make him take reasonability for making us lose.

Queen Lee : I hate him acting so cute. I hope he doesn't get that job.

Mark Masa : If he doesn't get work how am I suppose to eat?

Queen Lee : Come and eat with me sweetie. @Mark Masa.

Pandora : I hope he doesn't get the job either. I want to eat with cutie Mark too.

Queen Lee : I was joking. There's no room for you. Didn't you see the photo he just posted?

Yihwa : Have mercy for the single lady here.

Winnie the Pooh : Anything to comment? @Pak Pakaraphon

Pak Pararaphon : Preserve yourself my dear friend. @Mark Masa.

Vee Vivis : Too late for that @Pak Pararaphon.

Mark looks down at the boy laying on his lap when he reads the last comment.

"When did you wake up?" Mark asks.

"Since James' comment," Vee answers in a blurry voice.

"You said you were so tired. I thought you were asleep."

"I was asleep but my damn phone was vibrating so much it woke me up."

Vee keeps reading the comments.

"Hey look at these comments. Why do you have to be so hot. Huh?" Vee complains to his cute boyfriend.

"That's your picture I posted, dumbass. You're the hot one here."

"Yeah I know that's my picture, so why is everyone commenting on how cute and handsome you are?" Vee replies, slowly sitting up.

"Ah... My leg. It's gone numb," Mark says, pressing down on his right leg.

Vee looks at him concerned and places his phone down on the coffee table.

"Sorry, babe. Does it hurt?" Vee inquires, starting to massage Mark's leg as well.

"Easy Vee," Mark says, brushing the older boy's hand away.

"Yes, it hurts."

The blood in Mark's leg starts to flow again after awhile and he can feel it a little.

"I'm sorry. Why didn't you wake me when it started to hurt? What can I do you for you to make it better? Should I call the doctor?"

"Vee, don't be a dickhead. Stop over-reacting. It'll be fine in a moment, the pain and numbness will go when the circulation comes back," Mark says and Vee lowers his eyes.

"But I'm worried. My wife is very important to me. I have to take care of you."

"Yeah... Yeah... Look... It's alright now. See?" Mark moves his leg around to show his 'husband' that he is fine.

"Next time tell me, Please. Don't just bare with it."

"I didn't feel anything when you were sleeping on it. I suppose it had gone numb. I only realized when you hopped up and then the pain started."

"Okay. As long as you're fine now."

"I am."

"Good. I'm going to keep reading the appreciative comments," Vee says picking up his iPhone to do just that.

"Do you want a glass of water?" Mark asks Vee, getting up from the sofa.

"Something cold and refreshing, as if I've just eaten your sweet lips."

"What the hell does that even mean, you nutcase. I only asked if you wanted a glass of water."

Mark hobbles to the fridge and pours two glasses of icy cold water.

"Ah... Nice. Finally something good," Vee praises his boyfriend.

"You idiot."

Mark is about to splash water on Vee but the older boy is quick to grab the glass away from him and save his phone at the same time.

"Mark?"

"What?" the younger boy asks when he hears the surprise in his boyfriend's voice.

"This."

"What?" Mark teases knowing full well that Vee has seen the post from a year ago.

"Yeah. That's our post from last year."

"Is today is our anniversary? I didn't know, Did you remember?" Vee asks sulking slightly.

"Yes I remembered. That's why I shared that post and the photo I just took," Mark says sending Vee a smile of superiority.

"Why didn't you tell me. Let's share something again, together this time," Vee says snatching Mark's phone from his hand.

He hits the 'share' button and types the caption...

Vee Vivis : We'll share with you all like this every anniversary and we promise to love one another like this every day and every year.

"Vee."

"What?" The older boy tells his cute boyfriend.

"I want to tell the world that we love each other and that we'll continue to love one another for another year and another year after that. You and me together forever babe. You know if we count all months when I was a stupid idiot and when I was sulking and then the time when we fought and separated and all the months I spent running after your cute ass to get you back, we could have had a bunch of kids by now."

"Vee. That's..."

"That's what?"

"Aren't you embarrassed saying shit like that?"

"Why would I be embarrassed. It's true, Isn't it?" Vee says, tapping Mark's chin affectionately. "Hey... Look at what my idiotic friend just commented."

"There are so many comments about you," Mark informs him as he scans his screen, trying to keep up with the conversations that are coming in quick and fast.

"Of course. I'm very handsome."

Mark lets out a sigh.

"So narciss...

KISS.

Vee takes Mark by surprise by kissing him so suddenly. Vee pulls away to see the other boy's shocked face. Mark isn't shocked by the kiss but the dazzling smile on his lover's face.

"What were you saying?" Vee asks, bringing Mark out of his mesmerizing stupor.

"So narcissist...

KISS.

Mark doesn't get to finish this sentence either. Vee's soft lips are pressed on his for a second time. This time his tongue swipes the corner of the younger boy's mouth before parting.

"If someone is narcissistic... that would be you, Mark," Vee teases him.

Holding Mark's slender waist, Vee softly lowers them both down onto the sofa. One hand gently cups his boyfriend's flushed cheek, while the other hand caresses Mark's soft dark curls, lovingly.

"What are you doing?" Mark whispers, confused at Vee's strange behaviour.

"I'm doing what you did to me, when you thought I was asleep. I'm going to make you fall for me, utterly and completely," Vee tells his lover huskily.

"Oi, Vee. Stop it," Mark says, trying to sit up.

"What? Don't you feel anything? When you did that to me it made me feel so good," Vee replies with a confused look on his handsome face.

"I feel it but..." Mark starts, embarrassed to finish the sentence.

"But what?" Vee says with a sad tone in his voice.

"It does feel good. But you pushing me down and caressing my head like that... Don't you feel it's a bit weird?" Mark asks, his expression mirroring Vee's.

"It is a little bit weird but then again everything with you has been a little bit weird still the very first time I started paying attention to you."

"Why did you start paying attention to me?"

"I don't know. I don't even know why I love you so damn much. I only know that I can't live without you anymore."

Vee's answer startles Mark, even more than his sudden kiss had.

"I... I..."

"Huh?"

Vee raises an eyebrow, not accustomed to Mark stuttering his words.

"The same..."

"The same what?" Vee's low husky voice asks, even though he knows Mark's answer.

The younger boy can tell that his boyfriend knows his answer because there is no wondering in his voice. There is only happiness and Mark knows that Vee is now teasing him.

"I feel the same as you, Vee," Mark whispers shyly, raising his face and eyes to look into Vee's hypnotic gaze.

"I can't live without you either."

"Ah... Why are you so God damn cute?" Vee says pinching both of Mark's soft flushed cheeks.

"Ah. Vee. That hurts. Their probably really red now?" the younger boy complains, rubbing his cheeks, not so much because of Vee's soft pinches but because they had become very hot all of the sudden.

"These gorgeous cheeks of yours have been 'really' red for sometime now. They started to get red when I told you that I will love you everyday and then they just got even redder when I said that I can't live without you anymore," Vee tells Mark lovingly, kissing both his cheeks as a compensation for the light squeezes.

When his lips touch each of Mark's hot cheeks, his desire for his lover peaks. Vee's muscular body moves closer to his lover's tiny frame of it's own accord. He moves so close that Mark has to take a set back

"I'm sorry I didn't remember our anniversary, babe."

Vee's eyes meet Mark's and he knows the other boy is serious and that he truly means it.

"It's okay," Mark tells Vee, not wanting him to be sad.

Mark wasn't mad at him for forgetting. It's just another day. He would rather his boyfriend treat everyday they were together as special.

‘Being with him like this is my everyday happiness.’

"I'm sorry that maybe you expected something more from me today."

Vee moves away from Mark, embarrassed and disappointed in himself for hurting his sweet boy's feelings, even if it was unintentional.

"You're an absolute darling for saying it's okay... and again... I'm sorry for not remembering."

Mark smiles at Vee, stepping closer to him.

The older boy looks up confused but he doesn't step away.

"Please just remember to always love me. That will be enough for me," Mark says with an embarrassed smile.

Vee slowly returns the smile when he hears his boyfriend's words.

"I'll always love you. Just like you'll always love me. Right?" Vee says inching closer to the keeper of his heart.

"Yes. Love me always. Love me like I will always love you," Mark answers Vee.

The older boy doesn't reply because he doesn't need to and because by the time Mark has finished talking their bodies have drifty together like magnets, their noses almost touching. Vee's hands that had cupped Mark's cheeks now rested on the younger boy's shoulders. Their lips that had spoken such sweet words are now united. Vee's kisses lightly brush Mark's soft lips, then they start to nibble at them. Mark can feel Vee's tongue gently intruding into his mouth but he can't deny him because his kisses thrill him so much. They share this gentle kiss that expresses their all their feeling of warmth and love. Whether it's for a year or ten years or for the rest of his life Mark wishes for Vee to be at his side, like he is now. He wishes for them to be together and love each other like this for a very long time. Everyday and every year.

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myloversgone · 3 years ago

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For starters, I just need to say how much I LOVE this gif and Jensen's looks on Smallville! That perfect scruff makes him so charming and YUMMY! 🤤 What a man! 🔥

Dean set his bottle down and shrugged out of his dark blue, heavy denim jacket.

He's wearing the jacket I love!

He paused. "And I just couldn't make them listen."

Julie heard the guilt there and refused to let him take this on himself, he did that entirely too much.

Yep, he does that. Dean thinks he's responsible for two grown ass men's choices, and that's just sad. I'm glad at least here he has Julie to try and put some sense in to his head.

He put the Impala in gear and Julie moved her hand away, so sad for him and slightly angry at his unbending sense of loyalty. It was beautiful, but sometimes made his choices for his own life very narrow. He deserved to be happy too.

My eyes are leaking 💔

She had always liked John; he could be a little intimidating, but he'd always been kind to her. But it bothered her the way he was with Dean sometimes, so short and impatient. And he seemed to expect constant obedience from both his sons. She'd heard he was a Marine, so maybe that was where that attitude came from.

We've talked about this a lot, and I tend to agree with her here. I kinda understand why John was the way he was, but that doesn't mean I condone how he chose to brought his sons up.

Well, congrats on another great chapter, @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior ! That one was kind of angsty and my heart broke into a million pieces with how much Dean went through, but your writing is so good I forgive you LOL! I'm dying to read more ❤❤❤

(sorry for the long ass comment D:)

Green is My Favorite Color Ch. 3

Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC (eventual)

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: None in this chapter. Just some angst and a little sadness. And an angry John.

Word Count: 3,760

Series Summary: Dean has been her hero from childhood, can she ever get him to be more?

Chapter Summary: It's been over a year since Dean has seen Julie, can he still come to her to brighten his day?

A/N: The third chapter in a longer series. I’m figuring about 10 chapters. (At this point, anyway.) It’s what I’ll call cannon adjacent. It will follow the general storylines through the seasons, but I’m creating my own offshoots. 😊

3 Years Later (2003)

The late afternoon sun was shining brightly into Dean's eyes as he leaned against the Impala, waiting to see a telltale shock of auburn hair and freckles come through the school doors.

This was probably stupid. Maybe bordering on creepy? he thought. I'm a grown ass man waiting outside a high school to pick up a kid I haven't seen in over a year. He shook his head. I'm gonna get arrested.

But then she walked out of the double doors, ponytail swinging, wearing a backpack that looked bigger and heavier than her, and Dean felt his heart lift. Without fail, even after all this time away, the sight of her brightened him, made him feel lighter. He needed that so badly right now.

He leaned in the open driver's side window and honked the horn, making her jump a foot. He chuckled. His smile widened as he saw her eyes brighten and her surprised smile light up her face as she caught sight of him. She was beaming at him as she ran full throttle towards him.

He was prepared for her attack hugs by now, and he welcomed it. He allowed his arms to settle around her shoulders, as comfortable as ever, as she squeezed a small grunt out of him.

"Careful, kid. You got strong." he teased her, looking down at her shining face where she rested her chin on his chest.

She pulled away from him to punch him lightly in the arm. "What are you doing here and why didn't you call?"

He tilted his head toward the car behind him. "Wanna go for a ride?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Even if she didn't want to talk to him after he'd sort of gone MIA for a year, she'd never turn down a chance to go for a ride in the shining black beauty.

She crossed her arms and tilted her head questioningly. "I don't know. I'm not supposed to take rides from strangers and I haven't seen you in over a year...stranger." she said, heavily emphasizing the last word. Her eyes narrowed slightly, accusing him, but asking for an explanation too.

He didn't have an easy one to give her. So, he just shrugged and gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry, kid, it's just the job." He hoped she'd just accept that almost answer.

She took a moment, but then she pulled off her backpack and tossed it to him and he stumbled back under the weight.

"Good God, Jules! I've got guns, knives, ammo, and a first aid kit in my duffel bag and it doesn't weigh half this much! What are you lugging around in here, gold bars?"

She chuckled as she walked around to the passenger side. "I wish. Nope, just books. And the small bag of salt Bobby won't let me leave the house without. But mostly books."

Dean shook his head and hefted the backbreaking bag into the back seat before climbing in behind the wheel. As he pulled the door closed, Julie grabbed hold of his upper arm with both her hands.

"Can you please do that really cool thing where you like spin the tires and gravel goes flying everywhere? Please?! There's no one around!" she turned wide, pleading eyes on him. "Please?!"

Dean shook his head, caving under the irresistible pressure of those big brown eyes. "Fine, but this might be considered contributing to your delinquency."

Julie grinned wide enough for her one dimple to appear. "God, I hope so!"

***

As the wheels on the beautiful black tank spun, and made a satisfying grinding crunch in the gravel before taking off like a missile, Julie let out a whoop. When they were on the highway, she rolled down the window and stuck her head out as Dean sped south, away from town.

She supposed she should be afraid going this fast, but she was never afraid when she was with Dean. It was the only times in her life when she felt utterly and completely safe, nearly indestructible. She trusted him, his abilities, his protection, and even his driving skills, without question. And a year without seeing him hadn't changed that.

Dean was chuckling at her as she tucked her head back into the car, pushing back the stray hairs that had come loose from her ponytail.

She looked into the back, but didn't notice any signs of Sam or John. "Where are Sam and your dad?"

She instantly regretted asking the question because Dean's grin melted in a heartbeat, replaced by a look of such sadness. It was gone in an instant and if she hadn't been looking right at him she would have missed it. But she'd seen it and it made her stomach tighten a little in worry.

Dean was silent for a beat before pointing toward the tape deck where Metallica's "Wherever I May Roam" was pouring out of the speakers.

"Did you know that the lead singer of Metallica, James Hetfield, loves classic cars?"

He glanced over at Julie before returning his eyes to the road. She wanted to press him for an answer as to Sam and John's whereabouts, but she could see his desperation to change the subject, so she allowed it, picking up the conversation about Metallica.

"Really? Is he just one of those rich guys who buys a bunch of cars to show them off, or does he actually know about them?" Growing up in an auto salvage yard had made Julie pretty savvy about cars at a very young age.

Dean grabbed on to the conversational lifeline she threw him, clearly grateful and relieved as he warmed up to his subject. "No, he really knows cars. He grew up fixing and rebuilding them with his dad. If he wasn't a rock star, he might have ended up just working in a garage. What a loss to rock that would have been!"

***

Three hours and six mixed tapes later Dean and Julie were parked, overlooking a deep ravine that led to a river bank. They were sitting on the hood of the Impala, munching on juicy burgers and crunchy fries.

Julie kicked her shoes off onto the ground so she could cross her legs underneath her without fear of scratching Dean's baby.

She scooted up close to the windshield and leaned back against it, patting her stomach. "Oh my god, I'm so full." she groaned.

Dean grinned. "Good. I'm sure Bobby feeds you good, but nothing beats burgers and beers." He said, tipping his bottle toward her. "Not that you'd know about that last part."

Julie sat up. "Well, I would if you'd give me a sip."

"Uh uh." Dean said quickly. "Not likely."

"Oh come on!" Julie pleaded. "Like you never had a beer before you were 21?" Her expression was full of knowing disbelief.

"Not the point." Dean said, pointing a scolding finger at her. "Do as I say, not as I do."

Julie rolled her eyes, but gave a small grin. "Some role model you are!"

Dean smiled, but sadness peeked through. "Good god, no. Never use me for a role model."

There was a slightly awkward pause and Dean took another sip of his beer while Julie played with a loose thread on the bottom of her tank top.

She shivered slightly in the early autumn breeze. It was September which meant it was warm in the sunshine but had turned cold as the sun sank in front of them.

Dean set his bottle down and shrugged out of his dark blue, heavy denim jacket.

"Here. You're gonna catch a cold." he said, settling the heavy jacket around her shoulders. It was massive on her, but she slipped her arms through the sleeves and wrapped herself up in it, drinking in Dean's warmth and scent - a kind of woodsy, earthy scent, something that was masculine and crisp and caused her young heart to flutter and her stomach to erupt in butterflies.

Suddenly shy, she ducked her head and smiled. "You don't catch a cold from the cold, you catch them from a virus."

"Either way, if I bring you home with a cough Bobby's gonna skin me. Speaking of, isn't he gonna be worried about you?" Dean asked as though the idea just occurred to him.

But Julie shook her head. "No, he's out on a hunt. Said he probably won't be back for two days."

Dean nodded. "You get left on your own a lot?" He asked, and his voice held a note of some emotion Julie couldn't put her finger on. Anger? Sadness?

"No, hardly ever. I had to reassure Bobby a hundred times that he should go do what he needed to do. And then reassure him another hundred times that I didn't need a baby-sitter." Julie shook her head. "I'll be seventeen in less than two months."

Dean smiled, seemingly happier. "Good for Bobby. He's just looking out for you like he should."

Julie gave him an unimpressed look. "I'm going to college in like a year. What's he going to do then?"

Dean flinched like she'd hit him. He drained the last of his beer and tossed his last few fries in his mouth, before wiping his hands on his faded jeans and jumping off the car.

"We should get going. The sun's gonna be down soon, and I should get you home and tucked in before then."

But Julie stayed put. Dean walked up to the passenger side and reached toward her as though he was going to help her down. But Julie batted his hands away and swung her legs over the side of the car so she was facing him.

"Dean." Her voice was soft, but sure. "Where are Sam and John?"

Dean turned his head away to look out across the river. She watched his profile and couldn't help but get momentarily caught up in the beauty of it. She'd seen Dean be cocky and flirty around waitresses and other young, female hunters. She knew he was aware that he could charm most women off their feet, but she was pretty sure he was unaware of just how incredibly beautiful he really was.

He swallowed thickly and closed his eyes and Julie instinctively took hold of his hand, squeezing reassuringly.

"Sam left."

Julie nodded having thought it might be something like that. She knew Sam was desperate to go to school and Dean's reaction to her mention of going to college had made it pretty easy to guess.

"He got into Stanford. Full ride. He was so excited." Dean sounded proud and heartbroken. Julie brought her other hand up to rub gently across the back of Dean's knuckles. She didn't know what else to do.

"Well," she said tentatively, "I know it's hard and you'll miss him. But there's holidays and summers, he'll come to visit, or you can go see him on some...weekends..." she trailed off as Dean shook his head, lowering it to stare at the ground. In that position Julie struggled a little to make out his expression in the dying light of the evening. His face seemed strained and tired.

"No. You don't understand. Dad wouldn't let him go. He forbid it. He told Sam..." he paused and took a deep breath, raising his head and looking at her fully. The look in his bright emerald eyes tore at Julie's heart and she would have done anything to erase it.

"He told him if he walked out the door, he shouldn't ever come back." Dean smiled without humor. "And of course Sam walked right out the door."

Dean pulled away from her, moving toward the fence that cordoned off the ravine. She hopped down and followed him.

Not sure it would be welcomed, she chanced wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind, the sleeves of his big jacket trailing over her hands. He tensed, but he didn't push her away.

Eventually she moved to stand beside him and watched in silence as the trees by the riverside swayed in the westerly wind. She wanted to say more, wanted to fix it all for him somehow, but knew she couldn't so she just waited for him to say more if he wanted; she waited to listen and absorb some of his heartache if he chose to share it.

"I couldn't stop it this time." He said, voice barely audible above the wind. "I tried. They just wouldn't listen. Neither of them would hear me. They just kept yelling at each other, both of them, just ripping each other to shreds, like they were having a contest for which of 'em could be the bigger asshole to the other." He paused. "And I just couldn't make them listen."

Julie heard the guilt there and refused to let him take this on himself, he did that entirely too much. "Dean. Sam and John are two of the most stubborn men I've ever known. You couldn't have stopped them. But it's only a fight. Once they cool down..."

But Dean let out a huff and shook his head. "No. You didn't hear them, Jules. It was...awful."

She continued trying to persuade him that he couldn't have changed anything. "Look, no matter what you did or said, Sam was always going to go to school. And your dad was always going to forbid it. This was inevitable."

Julie decided to take Dean's silence for agreement although she wasn't entirely sure that it was. A thought occurred to her. "The tension must have been building quite a bit over the last while. Is that why you guys have stayed away? Too much drama?"

Dean smiled softly. "Partly. And partly, it really was the job." He ran a hand across his face. "It's just felt like never-ending evil this past year. We used to be able to take a couple days here and there, maybe even a couple weeks between jobs. But it's like the monsters are on a rampage lately."

His expression turned grim. "Which is another reason Dad was so against Sammy leaving. For one, we really do need his help. But mostly, it feels more dangerous than ever for him to go off on his own to the other side of the country. We've pissed off a lot of monsters and a fair few demons, especially over this last year. They're gonna want payback." He tried to hide it, but she could hear the note of terrible fear in his voice.

There was a pause and again Julie wanted to fill it, but she sensed Dean had something more to say. He kept taking a breath to say something and then just letting it slip out of his parted lips.

Finally he spoke, voice impossibly low and aimed at the ground. "I think...I think Sammy wanted me to go with him." He turned his head to look at her and she watched a tear well up and spill out of his left eye. "I think I let him down."

He wiped angrily at his cheek and walked back to the Impala. It was dusk now, the sun having just set, and he went over to the passenger side door and opened it. "We need to get you home, kid. It's late."

Julie complied, grabbing her shoes and shoving her now dirty socks back into them before climbing into the leather seat. Dean banged the door closed behind her.

As he started the car, Julie put a hand on his forearm to stop him from driving away.

"Did you want to go with him?" She asked.

Dean shrugged. "What would I do in California?"

"That's not what I asked." Julie said, holding firm.

Dean shrugged again and shook his head. "It doesn't matter what I wanted. I'm not gonna leave Dad all alone out here."

She silently agreed with Sam, that the boys deserved their own life and to make their own decisions. John's obsession for hunting was well known even to a semi-civilian like herself. But why did he have to force his sons to give up their lives to it too?

Maybe I just can't understand, Julie thought. After all, I've never lost the love of my life with no explanation, nothing left behind but fear and dread.

She was very happy Bobby had never been in the Marines, because the most surefire way to make her refuse to do something was to order her to do it.

Soon enough they pulled into Bobby's yard and the rumbling of the Impala went silent. She had so much she wanted to tell Dean. She wanted to reassure him again that Sam and John fighting was not his fault. She wanted to tell him he had the right to go to California, even if it was just to visit his brother.

But before she could say anything, they were met with the sight of both their fathers running out of the house toward the car.

Dean jumped out quickly and Julie followed, but slower.

"Dad!" Dean said, surprise evident. "What are you doing here?"

John barreled at him, crowding him back against the hood. "What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here? You just left the motel, no note, nothing. I thought you were..." John stopped, closing his eyes, his breathing shallow and rapid. Julie recognized his intense fear.

Dean shook his head. "I did leave a note. On the stationery in the room. On the desk. I said I was coming to Bobby's." He spoke quickly, his voice strained, as though he was desperate to be believed.

John gritted his teeth. "Well, it fell off the desk then. Because there was nothing there. I've been calling you for almost four hours. Why didn't you answer?"

Dean frowned, puzzled as he pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and flipped it open. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Shit, it's dead. I'm sorry, I didn't notice."

John grabbed hold of Dean's shoulders and shook him. "You're sorry! Jesus Christ, Dean. You were out running around, with no way to call for help! What if something had happened? You had Julie with you for Christ's sake! You put her in danger too!"

Julie watched Dean's face go completely white and she wanted to kick John in the shin. They hadn't been in any danger, they were never more than ten steps from the Impala and a trunk full of weapons. He was making Dean feel terrible for nothing.

Seeming to feel the same, Bobby moved forward. "Alright, alright, John. No need to keep worrying. They're here now, they're safe."

"That's not the point." John said, finally pushing away from Dean and running a hand through his hair.

Dean's voice was hoarse when he spoke, turning pleading, guilty eyes on Bobby. "God, Bobby, I'm so sorry. I didn't think..." He closed his eyes. "I didn't think." he said, coming to his father's conclusion.

But Bobby shook his head. "It's fine, son. It was an honest accident." He looked at Julie. "But we're gonna get you one of those damn phones too, then between the two of you, someone will have one working."

"I'm sorry, too Bobby. I didn't know you'd be home." Julie said, hoping Bobby hadn't been too scared.

But he shook his head again and patted her cheek. "Don't worry about it, darlin'. I came home early. You couldn't have known."

John turned back to the group, having gained some control. He wasn't yelling anymore anyway. "We gotta go. Say goodbye, Dean." He said.

"But, couldn't we..." Dean began but stopped when John glared at him.

John may not have been yelling, but his voice was hard and angry as he growled at Dean. "Get in your damn car and follow me."

Julie could see a momentary war within Dean. She could see how much he wanted to argue the point to stay, at least the night. There was no reason not to, they were just going to hole up at some motel for the night. She doubted they were needed immediately on a hunt.

Dean's jaw clenched and his fists opened and closed as though fighting the urge to punch something. But in the end, he took a deep breath and nodded tersely.

"Yes, sir."

Julie glared at John and didn't stop when he turned to her and Bobby to nod his farewell. If he noticed her anger, he didn't react. He simply got in his truck, knowing Dean would be following.

Dean turned to them. Julie started to shrug out of his jacket so she could give it back to him, but he waved his hand at her and shook his head.

"No, keep it. You'll freeze." He pulled on the long dangling sleeve, reeling her into his arms to give her a hug. "I'm sorry, kid. I never meant to..."

Julie cut him off. "You have nothing to be sorry for." Julie assured him, knowing he would never believe her. The best she could do was just squeeze him back extra tight. "Come back soon, okay? No staying away for a year!"

He nodded and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Then he pulled away and shook Bobby's hand as John honked at him.

"See ya, Bobby." Dean said before trotting back to the Impala.

The car roared to life and Dean revved the engine, giving over some of his frustration to his beloved baby, Julie thought, before he followed through the dust cloud that John kicked up ahead of him.

Julie stood waving after him, long past when he could see her, she was sure. It had been so long since she'd seen him, and she had no idea how long it would be 'til she saw him again. She wrapped his jacket more tightly around her, as Bobby steered her back to the house, asking if she'd eaten.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm good, Bobby. I think I'm just gonna go to bed, if that's okay." She could feel some tears forming and she wanted to be alone to shed them.

"Of course, kid. Have a good sleep."

She reached up and kissed Bobby's whiskery cheek before racing off to her room.

She climbed into her bed fully clothed, Dean's denim jacket still wrapped around her like a blanket. She pulled down her silver talisman and squeezed it. Using it like a rosary, she said a prayer on it that he wouldn't stay away as long next time.

He didn't. He stayed away longer.

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How Do You Want It - Part 3

Rating: M (Smut, Violence, Language)

WARNING: This is pretty much just straight smut!

They were playing a delicious game of Cat and Mouse until a prank ups the stakes in a way that neither had imagined but both craved. The wait has been such sweet torture but how much longer can they play this game before they give in? Eric/OC M AU (Smut, Lemon and fluff)

Inspired by: Bebe Rexha ‘I Got You’, 2Pac ‘How Do You Want It’, Boy Epic ‘Dirty Mind’

A/N: You can thank a night of listening to old school music and drinking with a friend for this gem. The title should say it all…love me some Tupac.

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Part 3

Soundtrack or mood setter: Tove Lo ‘Crave’, Tom Petty ‘Breakdown’, The Weekend ‘Earned It’, Lisa Hall ‘Is This Real’, Kehlani ‘Gangsta’, Enigma *insert anything yummy from them here*, Nick Jonas ‘Close’, Nine Inch Nails ‘Closer’

Cass never forgot a debt and she owed her supposed friends big time.

Yes, she had enjoyed her digital time with Eric. Several nights in a row for the past few weeks, actually she had enjoyed it.

She still owed them and she was biding her time. She was sitting smugly in the dining hall at the leader table at the moment because Uri and Ed were at the table with the rest of the crew jumpy as shit.

She chuckled darkly and took a bite of her food. Victoria followed her eyes and then looked back at her with a quirked eyebrow. She had grown close to the newest leader in the few years she had been with them. She looked at her almost like a little sister and had gotten to know her well enough to know she was up to something and something big.

“Care to explain why your two friends have been jumping at shadows and if there is a whisper of you in the area they get even worse?” Victoria takes a bite of her food and smiles, settling in for a story.

Cass laughs at the effect she is having on them and the sound carries to the table of her friends. She can see them wince and their muttered ‘oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, dude’ Is heard coming from Uri.

“Gods, I love seeing them squirm.” She grinned wickedly. Her brother threw a look in her direction, a disapproving look, so she smirked at him and shrugged. He huffed at her and she winked back at him.

“And gods damn do I love annoying the piss out of my brother.” She sighed blissfully almost.

This draws several laughs from the other leaders and senior members at the table.

Eric had to force himself to sit away from Cass. Their sex messaging sessions had gotten even more intense and it was making the tension between them even thicker. It was so thick he could see the others getting affected by it as if they were exposed to a damn serum. Pheromones were real shit and the two of them were pumping out enough to fill Dauntless and then some. It was fucking amazing.

It also made times like now, when something as simple as her showing how she can truly be, turns him on so damn bad it has her almost panting because she can feel it coming from him.

Cass breathes and clears her throat. “It isn’t a secret my friends, the Pedrad’s specifically, like to pull pranks. Well, I wasn't a slouch in that department even before I came here. I took the digs and meted out my punishments where I could.” She shrugged and shook her head as Eric tensed in anger at just who she was giving those punishments too.

She has had to restrain him on several occasions in the past even before they upped the game from going after Marcus when he looked at Cass funny during meetings.

There was an unspoken rule in leadership.

Cass would never go to a leadership meeting where Marcus might be present alone. Eric was always included because he demanded it, vigorously. Also, Cass and Eric were never to go with just them two to a meeting where Marcus would be there. Those two together, alone with Marcus, was just asking for something to happen. Not that anyone really thought the bastard would be missed.

She continued on. “So when Uri, Zeke and Ed decided to pull some shit on the girls and thought they got away with it...I let them. They never saw it coming and in the end I gave their girls power over them in the best possible way. Well the dicks decided to get back at me and I wouldn’t have minded but their timing fucking sucked balls. So I am biding my time to get back at them which is almost as bad as what I have planned.”

Max smirks as he looks at the two young men and laughs. “And will we get to witness this repayment? Or is it along the same lines of the crap I don’t want to hear about?”

Cass flushes a little and smiles. “No, this one isn’t along those lines. This one will be public and just as humiliating. But I am patient and can bide my time. When I strike it will be hard and fast and they won't even see it coming...again. Until then the wait is enough torture for me to start out with. Because it starts with them suspecting and dreading me. Then I make it seem like I have others in on it. Soon they will be jumpy around everyone and everything. They won't be able to eat without worrying. They won't want to go out because they will be paranoid. I play a long game and one I will win.” She shrugs with a smirk as the two guys get up quickly and start to back out of the room as if she would be coming at them right now.

From Eric's place at the table his breathing picks up at how sexy, deadly and terrifying she is. He had always known this but the other leaders were getting a real taste of it now.

The elder leaders all exchanged knowing looks. There were bets on when the two would stop playing cat and mouse games and finalize shit already.

Cass message alert buzzes and she already knows it is Eric. She had just seen him sending something out. She takes a few more bites of her breakfast to allow for time and then takes her phone out to check the message.

‘Plan on skipping lunch or just take something to your office. Then when lunch hits lock your fucking door. The rest you know the drill for.’ - Eric

‘You want to wait that long, Eric?’ - Cass

She smirked as she sent the message, fully aware that he had a meeting with Erudite. She heard his mumbled curse from his place down the table. She tried to not laugh as she and Victoria shared knowing looks.

Victoria knew some of what was going on with them. She couldn’t understand how Cass could hold out so long but she didn’t understand either of the young leaders really. They were ultimately committed as hell to each other, in ways that only leadership had the privilege to know about. In almost all other respects they acted like a couple and everyone knew that much at least. They also seemed content to take things at their own pace in their own way. A way that if she thought about it, fit the two of them perfectly.

‘If I could I would bend you over this damn table and take you now baby. Seeing as how I would have to kill every fucker in here for hearing things only I am allowed to hear and seeing you the way only I am allowed to see you, I will have to refrain. After my meeting with the damn noses will have to suffice. Better be ready because I will for damn sure need you more after dealing with their shit.’ - Eric

‘Lunch then. Don’t keep me waiting longer than that.’ - Cass

They exchange looks before Eric winks at her over his cup and smirks into it when she blushes as Harrison starts making kissy noises at the two of them. She flips Harrison off but is laughing along with the rest of the leaders. The laughter at both tables dies down and the leaders get on with talking about the business of the day.

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She almost forgot about their appointment for today. Almost. Until Tris stopped by her office about forty five minutes before Cass normally took her own lunch with Eric and asked if she wanted to join her since Eric was out of the compound.

At first Cass had looked up and smiled, about to accept and then she remembered. Just the reminder had need and desire flooding her, making her skin flush. She cleared her throat and shook her head.

“Thank you though. I think I will just work through lunch again. I am sure I will pick something up later.” She tried to make her tone as even as possible but there was no use. She was already worked up and had been since she left breakfast.

Tris smirked at Cass and nodded. “Well, if that is the case, I can pick you something up and drop it off. I was going to drop something off to Chris at the shop anyways.”

Cass smiles brightly at Tris and nods. “Thanks that would be fantastic. I know you know what I like.”

Tris winks at Cass and wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh, I know what you like alright. And can I just say...thank you.”

Cass blushes and laughs. “For what?”

“You know Four has been going nuts over the thought of you and a certain leader. Keeps his crazy butt off my ass and I am free to finally breath.”

Cass laughs louder and shrugs. “What can I say. I make it my mission in life to annoy and harass the shit out of my brother. He still giving you shit about saying you need time to find your own place and that you need space?”

Tris nods and sighs. “I knew he was a tad overbearing but it is getting ridiculous. I can't step out and even think of dating because he is always there watching.”

Cass narrows her eyes in thought and then gets a wicked little grin. She laughs when Tris shivers and shakes her head. “You know, you and Eric are fucking made for each other.”

Cass blushes a little and shrugs. “Don’t worry about brother dearest, Tris. You go ahead and make plans to go out tonight with that guy from R&D that I know you have been flirting with.” Cass laughs at Tris’ blush and sheepish expression. “I think I have an idea on how to deal with Tobias. Maybe it is time he came out of that Abnegation shell he has his head shoved so far up. I have the perfect idea for it. No, I will not be telling you. You might want to get going though.”

Tris laughs and nods wondering what kind of devious plan Cass will cook up. Anything that will help give her room to find herself and what she wants from herself much less a relationship would be welcome. She heads out to pick up food for herself, Chris and Cass; leaving the leader to plot and plan.

A few messages later and the plans were set. Tris had dropped off food after about twenty minutes and shortly after that Lynn dropped a small brown paper bag on her desk. She only smirked at Cass before she waggled her eyebrows and fingers and then made her way out.

It still wasn’t time for lunch when her phone rang. When she saw Eric’s name pop up she was frowning, already sure he was stuck at Erudite because Jeanine was being a demanding and bossy bitch again.

She stuck her earbuds in and swiped to accept. “Gods Eric, you better not be calling to tell me you have to cancel.”

Eric chuckled huskily and shook his head in denial as if he could see him. “Fuck no, Cass. I couldn’t listen to her voice anymore; so I just fucking walked out.”

His tone was full of that frustration she was all too familiar with when he had to deal with the crazy Erudite leader. They all had that tone with dealing with her ‘holier than thou’ attitude. Cass laughed in relief and imaging him scowling then just stalking out of there without saying shit. “Oh how I would have loved to been a fly on the wall after that.”

“Fuck her. I don’t want to talk about her. Cass, where are you at right now?” Eric growled out his questions and stopped in his tracks when the thought struck him. “Please tell me you are in your office.”

It wasn’t a question but a lust filled demand even plea. The tone and deepness of his voice had her swallowing. “I am in my office. I haven’t left it. Tris got me lunch and dropped it off not to long ago.”

Eric let out a relieved breath and nodded. He had stopped where he was in the corridor just before The Pit and was bracing himself with one arm against the stone wall. “Thank fuck baby. Cass if I had run into you in The Pit or the Dining Hall…..”

He trailed off and left what he meant being left unsaid. They both knew they were reaching the end of their patience and quickly. The tether was as far as they could stretch it and was straining to snap.

Cass nodded and closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. “I know.” She said simply, her voice matching the undiluted lust that was filling them both.

“Baby, I need you to do something for me. Before I take another fucking step into this compound I need you to get up, walk over to your door; then close it and lock it. I need to hear you do that now, Cass.” He commanded her hoarsely.

Cass nodded and rose on shaky legs to walk over to her door. It was quiet and they only heard the sound of each other's breathing before he heard the snap of the door closing and then the click of it being locked.

She could only stand there, breathing through her flared nostrils and leaning against the door. She closed her eyes at the sound of his own labored breathing that had her going weak in the knees.

“Gods baby, you’re fucking killing me right now. We aren’t even doing shit and just the sound….” Eric closes his eyes and shakes his head, praying for the strength to walk by her door and keep walking. “Move away from the door baby. I don’t want you even near it. I know you are going to know when I am outside of it but don’t fucking open that door for anything. Do you understand me, Cass? Don’t even get near it because I might just….I will just fucking kick that shit down.” Eric groans at how bad his body is vibrating with need for her.

They are both thinking that maybe that wouldn’t be a bad idea. To just go ahead and end this wait and torture. But they had made a silent pact that night. They would hold out just a little bit longer. They were so fucking close to give in now.

Taking a deep breath she nodded. “Yes Eric.” She said in the tone and manner she never used with anyone but Eric. It was rare that she did but he knew what she meant when she did.

Eric smiled softly and sighed. “Good girl.”

Cass didn’t do submissive. He didn’t want her submissive. She was his equal and his partner in every respect that he gave a shit about.

But when she gave herself over like that in those rare moments she did take on the submissive role it meant so much more to them both. They may never say the words that others said and they didn’t need to. Their actions showed each other.

This was her way of showing it to him right now. Cass took a seat at her desk and breathed in. “Okay Eric.” She gave him the all clear.

“Remember don’t go near the door baby and I don’t care who fucking knocks just ignore it. I will call you when I am in my office.” Eric pushed away from the wall and was already stalking his way to his own office.

They didn’t need to say goodbye before he disconnected the call and made his way quickly, not willing to wait even another second to stop and get his own lunch.

She tried not to count down the seconds that felt like hours until she heard him. She felt him just like he said she would. She could tell by his steps that he had tried just barreling past her door but it must not have worked. She could see the shadow of his hulking frame in the sliver of space under her door. She could just imagine him leaning against it and that alone had her gripping the arms of her chair in a death grip.

Everything in her was screaming to go throw the door open and pull him in.

She heard a growl and then a muffled. “Don’t.” Before he must have pushed himself back from the door with enough force for it to rattle it in it’s frame.

She couldn’t breath as she heard his steps move away with almost impossible speed and then the slamming of his own office door just beside hers.

Somehow she knew he was going to call not message like they had been. After that sample of just what their breathing had done to each other, there had been no other option. She swiped to accept the call and swallowed.

“I wanted to open the door.” Cass breathed out as a way of greeting.

“I wanted to break the shit down.” Eric agreed, his hands clenched in fists as he leaned his head back into the headrest of his leather office chair. His eyes were clenched shut as tight as his fists and even now, ten minutes after he had entered his office, he was still restraining himself from doing just that.

“We are close, baby.” Cass whispers in a pant.

Eric gets a wicked grin and breathes in and out deeply. “I am counting down the hours, Cass. What would you have done if you had opened the door love?”

Cass sighed in thought and felt her hands go to her throat as if he was there stroking it right then. What she wanted to do wouldn’t have been what she would have done. She must be seriously sadistic because she still wouldn’t have given in all the way.

“I would have tortured us both some more, I think. But you already knew that.” Cass finally said, her voice having dropped to a deep breathy whisper.

Eric gave a huff of gruff laughter and smirked. “Of course you would have, baby. It’s you and me. Tell me what you would have done, Cass. I am standing there, panting with need for you. Fighting myself to not take your mouth in a kiss because when I do, I won’t stop. You know that right? That will be my fucking undoing with you, Cass. Not feeling your body against mine or even your hands on me. It will be when we finally fucking kiss, baby.”

Cass smiled and nodded but vocalized her own desire for that as well. She wouldn’t say it but that was another thing she had saved for him. Even with having given in and having sex with Trey...that was all it had been. There was no kissing or even real foreplay. That had all happened in her mind with Eric and he was just the physical release needed for the one part of her.

“No kissing until it is time, Eric.” She chided him as if he really were standing in front of her. “I take your hand and lead you to my chair. You get that smirk that I love when I push you down into it. I think you are expecting something different than what I do though. And what I request of you.”

He really is smirking when she says this and quirks an eyebrow at where she leaves off. “What do you want, baby?”

Cass shifts uncomfortably from how turned on she is just by thinking about it. She already knows her panties are going to be useless to her because they are rapidly approaching that point right now. “I want you to be my hands. I want you do for me all the things I would normally do for myself and not let me touch myself even if I beg you for it.”

Eric’s hands clench even tighter as his erection reaches even new heights of hardness. The fucking things she does to him. “Sit in my lap, Cass. Now.” He commands her gruffly.

“My back is against your chest Eric but my head is just to the side of yours so you can give me your commands but so I can do the same as well. Because you want me to tell you what I want you to do to me and for you, don’t you?” Cass asks as her hands ghost along her face and neck. Imagining his breath against both. That same breath that she hears picking up.

“Yes. I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. But you better not even try to touch yourself, Cass.”

“I won’t Eric and if I do I give you permission to punish me…..this time.” Cass growls out and groans at the same time. She smirks at the return groan and growl she gets from Eric.

“Where do you want me to touch you, Cass? Where are you touching yourself right now?”

Her hands are still at her neck, throat and cheek as her fingertips lightly graze against the exposed skin of her deep v neck t shirt. “I can feel your breath on my face, neck and throat, Eric. It sends shivers down my spine to have the warmth of that and your body against mine. I want you to move your hands along the exposed skin of my shirt, my shoulders, then down to my breasts. The nipples are so hard and straining against the fabric.”

Eric gives a sideways smile and closes his eyes. He can almost see and feel her weight in his lap and the fabric of her clothes against his nails. “You want me to scrape my nails against them through your shirt, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She breathes as she was doing exactly that. “My hands grip the armrests tighter because you don’t stop at just scraping your nails on them. You can’t resist pinching them through the fabric.”

“Keep going, Cass.” Eric’s voice is raspy. He is unwilling to even begin to touch himself right now.

What is about her and him that brings out the ability to torture themselves so badly? Whatever it is he loves it and always has.

“You pause briefly to cup them through the shirt but I need more. You slowly pull up the shirt until we can both look down and see the lace of my bra. The one that has the hook in the center. With a flick of your fingers, baby, you undo that simple clasp, exposing me to the air.” She swallows and groans as her hands move to do exactly this.

Eric’s nails dig into the palm of his hand as his breath picks up and he swallows nodding. “Their perfect, baby. So fucking perfect and the nipples are standing out ready for me to roll between my fingers. Is that what you want?”

He hears her moan and shifts as his eyes close. That soft whimper of a moan that has him straining in his pants even more as his hardness demands to be released. “Yes, Eric. I want you to do what I would. I would tug, roll and tweak them. I want your hands to cover them and rub your palms over them. I want to feel you cover them and know those hands and only those hands belong there.”

Eric growls his agreement, his nostrils flare and he bites his bottom lip. He doesn’t have to speak to tell her to keep going because he knows she is losing herself in it.

“One hand stays moving between my nipples giving it the exact attention I need and crave while your other arm moves to something you and I both crave. I need to feel the heat of your hand against my heat through my pants, Eric. Cupping me…” She gasps and moans as her hand moves between her legs.

It isn’t her hand she is seeing. It is his and his breathing that she can hear picking up that is blowing it’s intoxicating scent and heat over her skin. She can almost feel her hair being moved by it.

“Cass, you are so fucking wet for me. I can feel it through your pants, baby. I won’t be able to resist feeling for myself how wet you are.” He is almost impatient for it and he knows he is going to demand the panties he knows are drenched for him.

“You want me to move my pants down, Eric?” Cass gasps her question and is rewarded his growl and denial.

“No. You don’t get to touch yourself, Cass. Not even for that. This is all me, baby. I undo your pants and lift your hips to push them down.” Eric commands her, his forehead furrowed in desire and with the force of his restraining himself.

Cass smirks a little and sighs. “We have a problem though, Eric.”

“What?” Eric groans out, not liking be denied even in their play.

“You are right. I am drenched. And it is only going to get worse as we go on. You are right under me baby and it is going to mess up those pants that are barely restraining your cock as it is. Yours are going to have to come off too.”

“You don’t have to fucking ask me twice, baby. I give you permission to stand and take your pants off but no more, Cass. As soon as you get them off put your hands on your desk until I get finished. Do you understand me?” Eric commands and is already moving to unfasten his pants as he hears the rustling of her working to do the same.

“Yes, Eric.” Cass gasps out and hurriedly kicks her boots off and then shoves her pants down. She does just what he asks and her hands go to her desk.

She can feel his smile over the line, as he knows she has followed his command. She hears his groan and knows he has freed himself and her breath picks up when she hears his chair creak slightly from it taking his weight again.

“Come here, baby. Sit back in my lap and put your hands back on the arms of the chair.” He waits until he hears the same sound of her chair creaking and her weight settling before he breathes to calm himself as much as he can.

Just imagining her in her office, stripped of all but her panties with her shirt pushed up and her breasts heaving.

The now familiar clenching of his fists resumes as he stops from touching or even adjusting himself, afraid it might set him off. “Do you know how fucking maddening it is to know you are next door? Always just a fucking door away from me, Cass. I can see and smell you that is how real this is to me, baby. I feel your breathing and gasps. The hums of pleasure that vibrate through your body into mine. I feel it all and it is so fucking close but still way too fucking far away.”

Cass bites her lip and moans but still hasn’t gone back to touching herself yet. She closes her eyes and imagines Eric sitting in his chair. Those powerful thigh muscles bunched up with the effort of holding his body in place. To keep himself from breaking through her door and taking her with everything he has and is. She knows his fists are clenched hard enough that they are cutting into the palm of his hand.

“I feel your straining, Eric. How you have every bit of muscle you have coiled in so you don’t lose control of your body and make your way to me. I feel the way your veins in your arms are strained and bulging because you have your fists clenched so tightly that you are cutting into your palms.” Cass moans as she moves to get them both relief of some kind. “They want to touch me so badly that you can’t help it anymore, Eric. I want to feel the roughness of your hands as you once again move to my breasts to remind me they are yours.”

“I can’t be gentle, Cass. It won’t be gentle when I take you. You know that right, baby?” His voice is deep and worried because he can already imagine how it is going to be. They will enjoy the fuck out of it but he also knows that he won’t be able to control himself.

“I don’t want it gentle, Eric.” Cass growled. “I want you not some softie. Just like, now that my heat is right there for you to feel and see for yourself how wet you make me; you take it roughly with your hands. Cupping me and then sliding fingers up and down through the cloth. Making it soak up more of me for you.” She moans and smiles because she hears his groan at her gasp when her hands move along with her words.

“Get it all Cass, because those are mine after this. I expect them to find their way to my desk or door after I hear you cum for me, baby.”

“Take them off of me, Eric. I don’t even need to get up as I only have to lift my hips slightly and then bend and bring my legs up to my chest. Can you guess what that does for us, Eric?”

“Fuck! You drive me crazy. You are spread wide open for me aren’t you? Keep your fucking legs right there, baby. Use your hands to hold them behind your thighs. I am going to pull you up enough and free myself, baby. But you aren’t taking me in. Not yet. I just want to feel you slide against me while I run my fingers up and down your folds.” Eric works his boxers down his legs as he pants out his commands.

He knows she is following along by her little moans. “This is crazy, Eric. It’s like I can feel you right against me. So fucking close and I need it, baby.”

“I know baby and soon. So fucking soon….but for right now I am going to take two fingers and slide them to open you up and roll your swollen clit between them. Pulsing and pinching ever so slightly. You’re moving your hips for me aren’t you? Trying to get to my cock, sliding yourself along it”

“Yes, I can’t help it. God, how can I be so close already, Eric? How are you able to do this to me?” Cass whimpers and moans as her fingers mimic his words an already feels her climax so fucking close.

“Our bodies know what each other needs, love. Just like we know what each other needs and always have. You know I need you to come soon baby, because I am hurting here with how much I fucking need you and release. I can’t stop from stroking myself as I imagine my fingers sliding into you. You are so wet for me. Let me hear how wet you are, Cass. I’ve heard it before, baby. In the bathroom. I want to hear it again like I did then.” Eric groaned his demand as he tried to restrain the pace he had on stroking himself.

Cass moaned and closed her eyes as a smile ghosted her lips.

Of course he did.

He wouldn’t have let what she had been showing and what she caused in him go without wanting to talk to her. Only she hadn’t been in a state or even given him time to. She could imagine him there in that bathroom with her. He had been there and that was why she had been able to achieve her climax. She had somehow known it.

“I think I knew that, Eric. Did you like hearing me beg you to make me take it, Eric?” She purred out as she began to do what she knew he wanted of her. She wanted her to plunge her fingers into herself just like she had done that day.

They both groaned at the sound and her whimper when she made the contact that they both wanted and that would have to do for now.

“Gods yes, Cass. I barely stopped myself from bursting into your fucking stall and demanding to know if it was fucking me.” Eric growled out as they both picked up there.

“It was you, Eric. It is always you, you know that. I wanted you to be the one bending my over to grab the wall and fucking me hard and fast. I want that right now, baby. I need it so bad. I don’t even care if you make me beg for it first.” She moaned out as he hands worked harder and faster. All pretense of torture over for them.

“No begging this time, Cass. I want you take all of my cock now baby because I am about to lose it. I want to be deep inside you when we cum. Are you ready to come with me?” Eric’s hand was working fast over his length one hand cupped his balls that were tightening. He was there and holding out for her.

Cass moaned and panted her yes as her free hand began to work over and pinch her clit. “Fuck….Eric yes...now baby...fill me up now.” Cass got out just before she let go with a force that surpassed even the day she was pumped full of that damn serum.

“Fuckkk….” Eric groaned as his hips thrust forward and he released forcefully.

Cass’ body was arched up and her legs had fallen together to clench around her hands. There was a faint sheen of sweat that had built up quickly over her body just from the strain she had been placing on herself to drag things out at first.

It took long seconds for them to calm their breathing and then Eric gave a huffing laugh. “That was fucking amazing, Cass.”

Cass sighed blissfully and hummed her agreement. “Amazing. I don’t know about you. I am a fucking mess over here.”

Eric chuckled and looked at himself then groaned. “Yeah.” He sighed and shrugged. “Fucking worth it. It doesn’t take it all away though.”

Cass nodded and whimpered a little when she untangled herself and went to start cleaning up. “No it doesn’t. I can still feel the ache for you.”

“Tonight, baby. Just hang on for tonight. I am going to get myself cleaned up and then get some lunch. I expect those panties on my desk, Cass.” Eric said seriously as he made the decision to use his boxers as a towel for now. Not like he can’t follow her example and go commando.

“Yes, Eric.” Cass used the tone again. It was like the caress she wanted to give him along with the kiss he longed to give her.

“Good girl, love.” Eric followed it up with his own before they both disconnected the call.

Tonight would be the night their games ended. Tonight the welcome celebration the initiates would happen and it marked one year from the time they made their pact and had celebrated something in their own way.

Eric walked the halls wearing the smug smile that scared so many without giving a shit. Cass quickly slipped her panties into an envelope along with a note that for the night she would be going as she was now.

Then with her own smug smile she went back to her office to eat her well earned lunch, finish her plans for her brother and work on paperwork for the new training group.

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