#have more than two windows opened at the same time and rearranging them sucks ass

[iidsch]

I accidentally deleted an entire folder of drawings on procreate and because this fucking stupid ipad doesn't have a recycle bin I can't restore them 🧍��♂️ Thank fucking god I backed them up on my computer and I haven't lost (most of) them because I would have done unspeakable things to everyone at apple

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Nosy

Summary: The team notices Bucky sneaking off the compound every weekend. Now they’re standing outside of an apartment in Brooklyn while Redwing spies out the window.

Warnings: Language, smut, sex tape, daddy kink

Pairings: Bucky x Black!Reader

(A/N: This is a rewrite of Bucky’s Secret Life because 😬. Anyway enjoy. Likes and reblogs are great thanks.)

“C’mon, aren’t you a little curious?”

Steve huffed and rolled his eyes as Tony nudged him. Bucky had been acting a little stranger than usual. If they didn’t have a mission he was leaving in the evening on Friday to come home Sunday nights. This had become a weekly basis kind of thing to the point where he didn’t even show up to parties unless it was something completely mandatory.

It’s not like Steve had never asked him about it. Bucky was his best friend and of course he was curious why he was so hush hush. He hadn’t been expecting for him to freeze up and stutter his way around giving him any details. 

It was killing Sam the most because of course he was nosey as hell and between the three of them, he hated not being in the know. Natasha was even curious. Wanda kind of knew, but that’s because she couldn’t help the things she saw. Besides it wasn’t her place to tell. 

Because what Wanda had been seeing when she’d get a glimpse into his mind were filthy. Absolutely fucking filthy. The images flashing into her mind of him and the same naked woman that he was doing unspeakable things to. It played like porn, but they were clearly memories. She stayed quiet because it was none of her business.

“Why don’t we mind our own business,” Bruce suggested. “Bucky’s been through a lot. Maybe he’s just unwinding.”

“Bruce is right.” Steve smiled at the scientist, appreciative at him for speaking up.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, shrugging her shoulders. “Is he, though?” She replied. “What if he’s doing something dangerous. He could still be having issues.”

“True,” Rhodey finally giving his input from his spot at the table beside Tony. “We would rather be safe than sorry.”

Steve groaned. “Fine.”

Steve reluctantly trailed behind Natasha, Sam, and Tony as they followed Bucky the next weekend. They went about their day as normal as possible. They didn’t want him to get suspicious. As soon as he’d left they had Friday give them the word so they could make their move after. Sam had even had Redwing follow after him. 

“Guys, Bruce is right. We should leave it alone,” Steve tried to reason with them as they’d finally ended up outside of an apartment in Brooklyn. 

“No,” Sam said, as they tried to act nonchalant waiting for someone to open up the door. “We’re here let’s do this.”

Bucky placed his hands underneath your ass, balancing himself as he rammed into you. Your hands were splayed above your head as you took it. For someone who literally couldn’t get drunk he found something so intoxicating with the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. He couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to capture your nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the brown nub.

You could feel yourself getting so close, but you weren’t allowed to come without permission. Since you weren’t in the mood to be punishes you obeyed him. You wanted to be a good girl for him this weekend after the way he’d made it hard for you to sit after you acted like a brat last time.

You’d made dinner, but it had been abandoned in favor of him dicking you down. He just couldn’t wait any longer to have your tight pussy wrapped around his dick. The plan was supposed to be a romantic evening with a home-cooked meal like you usually did on Friday nights. Saturday’s were usually for junk food as you spent the day either binge watching shows and fucking. It was the routine when he wasn’t busy with work.

It sucked that it felt like you’d never have a life outside of this apartment, but Bucky only needed a little bit longer. He needed to make sure there was nothing that could hurt you once your relationship became public. He’d seen to many romances end in tragedy and it scared him. He’d be damned if something bad happened to you.

His cock was stretching you wide open. “Fuck me, Daddy,” you moaned, leaning up so you could wrap your arms around his neck and then press your lips to his. He didn’t let up as he let you fall onto your back. He moved his hands from your ass to your legs to bring your knees to your chest.

He was so much deeper in this angle. Your head was swimmings you moaned into his ear, throwing your head back. “God, yes!”

“That’s it, Doll,” he moaned, leaning down to kiss you again. His tongue was in your mouth and you struggled to keep up because of how hard he was fucking you. Fuck you love it when you were at his mercy. In these moments it felt like he owned every inch of you.

The knock on the door brought the two of you out of your bubble. Bucky didn’t let up, though, hoping that whoever it was would get the hint and leave when you didn’t answer. He needed to make his girl cum first. Whoever was on the other side could wait.

She nodded with a whimper, feeling too blissed-out to even do anything, except for what you were told. You were so close. The way you tightened around him. Pussy hugging his dick like it was afraid to let go. You whined as your juices seeped out of you.

“Can I cum?” You whimpered out. 

“Yeah, Doll.” He grinned down at you through his pleasure. He couldn’t help himself. You were to damn cute like this. All spread open taking every inch of him. Those noises sounding so good coming out of your mouth as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

You cried out, hips moving to meet his thrusts. That coil finally snapped in your stomach as you came around him. Metal wrapping around your neck while your fingernails dug into his back,

He was determined to make you cum again. Except there was another knock on the door. This one louder, angrier. Bucky groaned, irritated already at whoever was interrupting. “Fuck,” he mouthed, jaw clenching. “I’ll get it. You stay right here, okay.”

You nodded unable to use your words as he pulled out. He covered you with the duvet, kissing your forehead lovingly as if he hadn’t just rearranged your guts. He slid on a pair of sweats and a red t-shirt - yes he kept clothes at your apartment. It was easier so he didn’t have to pack anything. Besides he knew you were wearing his hoodies when he wasn’t around. Yes even though you spent most of your time together naked, it was just more convenient.

Your head was resting on your pillow as you watched him walk through the door with half-lidded eyes. A dopey smile had spread across your face, snuggling under the covers as you waiting for him to come back.

Bucky looked through the peephole, then backed up seeing Steve on the other side. “What the fuck...”

“Bucky, c’mon, we know you’re in there,” the blond said through the door.

“We?” He frowned before opening it, but not undoing the chain. He could peek out just enough to see Natasha who was standing beside him with a little bit of Sam behind her and what he assumed was Tony next to him by the sudden waft of Axe Body Spray. “What are you doing here?”

Tony huffed. “Just let us in.”

He groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You guys should leave.”

“We’re just making sure you’re okay,” Nat said, trying to at least get a glimpse inside. It looked like a normal apartment, but Bucky’s body was blocking whatever else she could see.

“Gotta make sure you aren’t doing anything dumb,” Sam said.

“We were worried,” Natasha added.

Bucky scrunched up his face even more. “Worried about what?”

Just then you screamed from the bedroom. Bucky’s heart dropped as he heard you because if anything had ever happened to you he’d probably murder someone. His first thought was that they followed you which led to someone following them as he ran back to the bedroom. 

You were standing there with one of your many throw blankets covering you. So you were okay. As he walked over to you, he grabbed your hand. “Baby, what’s wrong?” 

“There’s something in the window,” she breathed, now standing behind him for cover. Whatever it was, her super soldier serum, metal armed boyfriend could take care of it.

They finally felt victorious as Bucky fully opened the door. Until Redwing was thrown out. “Sam, what the fuck!”

“Hey!” The other man gasped, seeing his beloved bird on the ground before picking it up to cradle it into his arms.

“Who was that?” Natasha asked with a smirk on her face now. 

“My girlfriend! I’ve been seeing someone! Is that a crime.” He threw his hands up. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission to date.”

Steve raised his eyebrows and sighed. “See I told you guys this was stupid.”

Tony pouted, crossing his arms like he was disappointed. “I was so sure you were being brainwashed again. I was actually ready for a little action.” 

“It’s not his brain being washed,” Sam said with a similar smirk to the one Natasha wore before frowning as he looked down at the slightly broken Redwing. Bucky wanted to hit him so bad.

“Baby, is everything okay?” You asked, walking into the room with wobbly legs after hearing her boyfriend raise his voice.You’d slipped on the matching sweatshirt to his sweatpants. It was really baggy. Hitting you mid-thigh. All he could think suddenly was that god you better be wearing panties. Or else you’ll be getting that punishment you’d been trying to avoid this weekend.

“Yeah, Doll. They were just leaving.” His face softened. Although you saw him in a sexy dominating way, you never saw him genuinely angry. Even the few times you’d argued he never even raised his voice. He was so afraid of scaring you away that when he was around he softened himself. So now that you were so close he had to show a little restraint.

“So, this is her!” Sam asked, surprised as hell at seeing that Bucky really was hiding a girlfriend. “Hi, I’m Sam and you are?”

“Y/N,” you replied, politely, offering up a small smile. Yet on the inside you actually wanted to run and hide. This was not apart of the plan for when you finally met everyone. Besides you probably looked like shit after what Bucky had just done to you.

“I’m Natasha!” The red head chirped so unlike herself leading the four men to look down at her like she’d grown another head.”This is Steve and Tony.” 

It wasn’t very often that Tony Stark was speechless, but there he was as quiet as a mouse. All because the tin man had a girlfriend. A cute brown skinned girlfriend who was wearing his clothes. 

“Doll, why don’t you wait for me in the room,” Bucky said. “I’ll be there in a minute.” 

“Okay, D- Bucky...” you caught yourself leaning over to kiss his cheek before doing as you were told. 

He stared at her to make sure she got in the room before opening his mouth again. “Now will you leave. I’ll deal with you all and we can maybe have a team meeting about how important privacy is.” He glared at Tony who loved those little meetings about whoever was putting coffee grounds into the sink.

It was Vision.

Obviously.

At first. 

Until it became a fun little game for everyone to do to irritate the shit out of him. It was terrible yes, but his reactions were so, so, so entertaining.

The three grumbled to each other as they started to walk away, while Steve stood there shaking his head. “Sorry about this, Buck. I told them to leave you alone, but you know how they can be.”

“It’s fine.” He sighed. “I was just hoping to keep her all to myself for a little while.”

“She seems nice,” he said.

“She’s amazing,” he had to stop himself from gushing about you because he hadn’t been able to before and he was pretty sure he could go on for hours.

Steve couldn’t help, but smile. “I’m glad to see you happy.” After all the shit Bucky had been through it was nice to see him adjusting. 

The two finally said their goodbyes and Bucky finally got to shut the door. He went back to finish what he’d started with you, needing to make sure you were wearing panties under that sweatshirt before coming out to greet his friends. He knew you could be a little tease and you needed to be put in your place.

Steve jogged to catch up to his three nosey teammates who were almost out of the entrance of the building. He really was happy for Bucky. He deserved to be happy.

When they’d made their way back home, Sam decided to review the footage on Redwing while in the kitchen. At first, it was just the general views of him walking down the street and then the subway. “Well, at least we know Bucky is boring.” 

Steve looked over his shoulder shrugging at the footage that was just Bucky walking to your place. “You should probably just delete it now.”

Sam fast-forwarded it as his friend got to your apartment, punching in the code to be let in. “I dunno, it’s kind of funny to see Bucky walking around like a normal person.”

“And, he never noticed Redwing??” Steve asked as Natasha came to peek with them.

“That’s kind of weird. I would think Bucky would be more aware of his surroundings,” she noted.

Sam shrugged. “Clearly no-” he stopped speaking as he saw what the camera had suddenly focused on.

“We should probably talk to him about that,” Natasha said, taking a bite out of her protein bar. “We should invite her here, though. It’d be nice to have another girl around. Me and Wanda get so bored listening to you guys sometimes.”

Sam’s mouth went into a straight-line while his eyes widened watching as you the women he’d only met for five minutes had gotten on her knees with Bucky’s metal hand grabbing you by the hair stuffing his cock down your throat. Your nose was pressed to his pelvis as he held you there before he started fucking your mouth. 

“What is it?” Steve asked, quickly noticing how silent Sam went. 

Natasha leaned over to take another look at Sam’s screen just as Bucky had pulled you off to toss you on the bed and smack your ass. “What the... Sam! Delete it!” She gasped seeing Bucky impale you with his cock from behind, smacking your ass again.

You were very clearly enjoying how rough he was being with you as you bounced back against him, arching your back so you could take it.

“I’m trying! It’s not letting me!”

“What is it?” Steve asked, now looking again himself, seeing you the women he’d just met being fucking railed by his best friend. Bucky was saying something that they couldn’t make out, but the way he’d stopped moving only for you to buck back against him, it must have been absolutely filthy. “What the hell!”

“I didn’t know!” 

“Make sure it gets deleted.” Steve sounded so exhausted. If they’d listened to him in the first place this wouldn’t have even happened. 

“I’m trying!” He repeated, pressing different buttons on the panel.

“It’s kind of hot actually,” Natasha surprised them with saying. “I wasn’t really expecting Bucky to be like this.”

“What were you expecting?” Sam asked stopping to look at Natasha with his face all scrunched up.

Neither of them had ever seen her blush, but there she was. Face almost as red as her hair. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about him since the Red Room.”

“Wait, what?” Both of them asked, but Natasha had already started to walk away from them as if she hadn’t even said anything. Or like she hadn’t just seen a video of Bucky fucking you raw. They didn’t see the glazed over look in her eyes as she let her imagination run wild.

“What’d you guys f-” Tony asked, right when Bucky had flipped you onto your back with his hands under your ass, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth. “What... the fuck... actually... wow...”

“I know. I think I might ask Bucky if she has a sister or something.”

“All of you are monsters,” Steve said. Inside he was very intrigued, but he wasn’t about to say that outloud. “Make sure it gets deleted.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Sam said with a sighed.

“Captain Buzzkill.” Tony pouted.

[babymilkcxw]

Only one you’ll ever need pt.2: Got7Mafia!Jinyoung x BlackFemale!reader

TW!:SMUT , Mentions of Daddy issues, Slight daddy kink, OVERSTIMULATION, BULGE KINK, THROAT FUCKING, small age gap, Dom!jinyoungxsub!Blackfemalereader, Mentions of mafias, mentions of murder, He’s also a tad bit manipulative but like not in a completely BAD way it’s more of like a “I’m the only guy you’ll ever need” Idek if that counts as manipulative but I shall put it in the TW🥸

You slowly open your eyes one at a time and peak at him. The joy you feel when you see jinyoung is indescribable. He looks unharmed and really calm, but you notice his hands are stained red. You then look down at your clothes and notice you’ve changed out of your school clothes, not remembering changing clothes. “You ok baby? Do you know who i am?”, jinyoung says turning his head to look at you. Again, you don’t respond still in a very lethargic state. Jinyoung sighs and pulls over to the side of the road, turning to face you. “Please answer me baby, are you ok?” You still don’t meet his eyes, too busy looking out the window wondering where you guys were. “Where are you taking me?”, you question. You look in the backseat and see your vacation bags packed, along with a bloodstained towel and a hand gun. You swing your head back to jinyoung and he’s staring deep into your eyes, “what’s going on?!” Jinyoung leans forward and takes your cheek in his hand, his hand smells like blood. He takes his thumb and swipes it across your bottom lip and sticks his thumb in your mouth, you slowly suck on his thumb as he smiles down at you. “Don’t you trust me baby? You know daddy would never hurt you.”, he said. You pull away from him and look down at your lap and you feel your cheeks heating up at the name he gave himself. You nod your head and he chuckles deeply and leans back in his seat. “Baby I gotta get you out of this area for a little bit, there’s some bad men who wanna take you away from me and I can’t let that happen.”, he explains, waiting for your reaction. You look up at him and say, “of course I trust you.” He smiles widely and laughs out a “that’s my girl.” He then starts the car again and you guys start driving down the road again. You’re awake for about 30 more minutes and then sleep takes over and you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

“Baby we’re here.”, you hear jinyoung say as he gently shakes you awake. you get out of the car and see you guys have arrived at a cabin deep in the woods. He tells you to go inside and shower and he’ll set everything up. You get inside and it’s surprisingly big inside and very homey, you search for the bedroom and find that the bathroom is connected.

You’re finally out of the shower and you see jinyoung has laid you out a fresh pair of his clothes for you to wear and your bonnet. Exhausted, you don’t even bother looking for jinyoung as you lay in bed and drift off to sleep. Youre not sure how long you’ve been sleep when youre suddenly awoken by the smell of jinyoungs body wash and the light from the bathroom shining in your eyes.

You sit up in the bed and see him only wearing sweatpants. Something stirs inside of you at the sight of his print through his sweatpants and the gold chain around his neck with his wet hair dripping down his shoulders. He sees you staring at him and smirks at you, he climbs into bed next to you and pulls you against him. You tense up at the feeling of his bare back against you and the feeling of his half

Hard dick pressing into your ass. He notices you getting nervous and chuckles out,” baby it’s just me you don’t have to be nervous.” You try and relax until you feel him kiss behind your ear, and then he licks a long stripe from your neck to the back of your ear. You let out a moan accidentally and writhe against him. You’re definitely not a virgin but you get so nervous being next to him, and any time you guys have a heated moment you stop, but this time is different. Your turn around so your facing him and he licks his lips before kissing you, he then takes your hand in his and places it on his hard on. “You feel that baby? God you make me so hard.” You start stroking his cock through his pants and he instructs you to get on your back. He pulls your pants and underwear down with your consent and blows air on your clit. “ what’s the safe word princess?” “Red” He takes two of his fingers and sticks them in your mouth and you swirl your tongue around them, he then slides his fingers into your tight brown pussy and starts pumping them in and out. “God you’re so tight.”, he moans out. He then speeds up his pace and soon you are Cumming on his fingers, but he doesn’t stop there, he then lays down and forces your legs apart and starts sucking on your clit, at the same time he thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy. “Daddy please slow down I need a break.”, you moan out. He stops sucking on your clit to say, “awwweee baby are you tired? Yea? Cum on my tongue one more time then I’ll decide if you deserve a break.” He immediately picks up the pace with his fingers and starts sucking your clit. Your legs start to shake and he has to hold your legs down as you cum on his tongue. “ good girl” he says. He starts to pull his pants and boxers down and he instructs you to get on all fours as he stands in front of the bed pumping his cock up and down. He motions you to get closer to him, you grab his cock and you can only fit half of it in your mouth. “Awe come on baby you can fit more than that”, he fake pouts. Jinyoung grabs the base of your neck, careful to not pull your bonnet off and thrusts into your mouth, you gag and choke on his dick but don’t pull away , you wanted to please him. He continues to thrust until you’re crying and spit is dripping down your chin. He cums done your throat and instructs you to swallow it. You open your mouth to show you’ve swallowed it like a good girl and he kisses your forehead. He flips you onto your stomach and gets on top of you smacking your ass in the process. he spreads your cheeks to see your dripping pussy just waiting to be fucked. he warns you he’s going to put it in, and he moans as he starts to push his dick in. You grip the sheets as you feel the stretch of his cock opening you up. “ omg you’re so big”, you moan out. He moans back in response and starts to thrust really hard and deep. He lifts you up and presses his hand against your lower stomach and feels his cock rearrange your guts. “ mm baby you feel that? You feel daddy in your lil tummy?”, he says. You arch your back into his chest and let out a choked sob as he starts thrusting really fast and hard, hitting your g spot every time. He reaches one hand around to grab onto your neck and uses the other one to rub your clit. “ god I love you baby. I’ll never let anyone take you from me ever again, I’m the only one you’ll ever fucking need ok?”, he whispers into your ear. You nod and whimper out an “ok” as he goes even harder. He grabs your hands and intertwines his hands with yours as you squirt all over his cock. He keeps abusing your pussy chasing his own release as you writhe under him trying to recover, it’s almost too much for you. It feels so good you think you’re going crazy so You start pulling away from him but he grabs your hips and pins you down asking if you feel green , red, or yellow. You tell him green and he wraps his arms around your body and thrusts rapidly into you. “ please cum inside me!”, you yell at him. “ I didn’t know you were this dirty, u want daddy to cum inside of you baby? He wants you to beg

for him to cum inside you. You moan out a “yes please!” And you feel him cum inside you. He pulls out as soon as he’s done and grabs his phone and takes a picture of his cum leaking out of you. “Don’t worry this is for safe keeping. Nobody can see my pussy but me.”, he reassures you. All you can do is nod your head as you curl up in a ball ready to sleep. He cleans you both up and slips his shirt over your head and puts his sweats back on and pulls you against him. “Baby?” , he asks. “Hm?” You weakly respond back. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry I caused all of this. I claim I’m the only man you’ll ever need but I almost lost you today.” , he confesses. You turn over and face him hugging his torso and say, “ I know. I love you too. Let’s get some sleep.” You both doze off to sleep with smiles on yalls faces not knowing what tomorrow brings but content with having each other.

[babbushka]

I’m going to send this idea in now because I’m still thinking about it lol, but if I have any better ideas, I may spam you with them!

Lawyer Kylo kneeling down in front of your desk as you sit in your power chair, putting his argumentative tongue to good use.

I’m totally picturing them arguing about something heated and Kylo being like ‘you’re being even more unreasonable than usual. Can I help you out with that so we can have a civil discussion?’

Or some heated against the wall/over the desk action.

Any way you want to go with it will be a blast!

Thank you!!! 💗

Anonymous said:  42 and 67 from the random dialogue prompts seem like a really fun exchange between Lawyer Kylo and his Lawyer Lady! I love the passionate kisses and/or neck kisses too if those work in. Would you please do something with those? I’m so glad you’re doing sinday this week, thank you 😘

(~2k, NSFW [angry fucking, desk sex, pussy eating, fingering, arguing during sex, PIV)

You’re waiting on a phone call, when he shows up. Your poor secretary trails behind him, protesting his entire presence to his back, but he ignores her. He’s got a deep set scowl on his face, a folder in his hand, and you can already feel a headache coming on.

Before you can say anything, Kylo closes the door in your secretary’s face and locks it, irritation flooding through your body. It was one thing to show up unannounced and uninvited, but it was another to treat your staff rudely, and your temple twitches with how hard you clench your jaw as he approaches your desk.

“We need to talk about next week.” Kylo doesn’t bother with saying hello, such formalities already thrown out the window between you. This happens sometimes, you showing up at his office or him at yours, but for it to happen so close to the start of the trial has you on edge in a bad way.

“I don’t remember scheduling a meeting with you.” You snap at him, giving him a bit of a colder greeting just because you don’t appreciate him sauntering around and acting like he’s the greatest gift to the world of litigation.

He might be, but he’s in your office, and he better start to reel it in real fucking fast, before you get angry and really ream into him.

“I object to one of your witnesses, and you know which.” Kylo puts his briefcase down a little too harshly and clicks it open, pulls out a folder and a list that you sent him during discovery, slaps it down onto your desk, right on top of the pile of paper you’re currently going through – or at least, that you were going through before he showed up.

“Kylo, I’m busy. Working. On our trial.” You hiss, shoving the list away, back ram-rod straight in your high backed chair.

“I mean it, (Y/N), she’s – ” He starts but you shake your head, cutting him off.

“Don’t tell me how to do my job, you’re better than this.” You really don’t have the time for this impromptu argument, you’re waiting on a phone call from a very important client, the clock tick tick ticking away on the desk, matching the thud of your heartbeat.

“I’m not going to approve this list.” Kylo puts his hands on his hips, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“You don’t have to approve it.” You remind him, “The judge already has.”

“Why do you have to be such a fucking thorn in my side all the time?” Kylo groans, making his way around your desk, invading your space. You don’t give him the satisfaction of getting intimidated; Kylo was big, but you were a large enough presence in your own right. If anything, Kylo was the one intimidated of you, as he should be.

You only lean back in your chair and cross your arms.

“Because that’s my job, Kylo, as you damn well know, now did you have something legitimate you wanted to say to me or are you just here to waste my time?” You stare him down, watching as the heat in his eyes turns from anger to something…altogether different.

The tension in the air changes then, to something far more electric, especially as Kylo drops to his knees in front of you. He’s so tall that even on his knees he comes up to nearly eye level.

“You’re being even more unreasonable than usual,” Kylo practically purrs, his voice deep and velvety smooth as he makes a space for himself underneath your desk, hands pushing up your pencil skirt, “Bet I can fix that for you.”

Leaning further back in your chair, you lift one of your legs up and rest your heeled foot on top of the pile of papers, licking your lips. Kylo doesn’t break eye contact, he only kisses along your calf, his stubble scratching lightly against the skin there.

“Is this bribery?” You demand half-heartedly, wanting him more than you probably should, letting his mouth drift closer closer closer to your pussy which already grows wet for him.

“Of course not, just a…heated discussion.” Kylo mulls the thought around in his head for a moment, and you huff out a laugh at his poor justification, before he gets sight of your panties and hums deep in his chest, “Oh good, I like this pair.”

Without another word, he’s tugging it to the side and shoving his face right between your legs, his nose prodding at your lit, tongue already licking broad wide stripes up your folds, as your hips push forward and your foot gains purchase on the desk.

“I’m not going to get rid of my expert witness Kylo, just because you’re – oh! more – intimidated by her doesn’t mean that she’s not – fuck, faster? – perfectly qualified to give testimony.” You continue the argument, even as you have to unbutton the top few inches of your blouse so that you don’t get too steamed.

Kylo eats your pussy out with vigor, slurping and swallowing down all your slick, scratching and scraping his chin against the soft skin of your inner thighs, eyes closed and moaning softly into your body. He brings a couple fingers into the mix, thrusts two right inside while he latches onto your clit and suckles at it, making you groan quietly – painfully aware that your secretary is just outside.

You’re never more thankful for a soundproofed office, than you are when Kylo comes to visit.

“Where do you even find these fucking people?” Kylo pulls away, his chin shining, fingers thrusting into you faster, one thumb resting right on your clit to keep giving it friction, “You’re delicious, relax for me?”

“I f-find them – oh yes, yes come on, harder – wherever I need them, okay ugh fuck you, fuck me.” You snap, tugging on his ear, wanting his cock in you.

“Fuck me or you, which is it?” He’s so damn difficult, all the time, and he has the nerve to call you a thorn?

“Both, it’s both, please?” You moan, feeling hot in your skin, hot all over, pussy clenching around his fingers and wishing it were something more substantial, wishing it were stretched perfectly around the hard thick rod of his dick.

Kylo wants it too, so he gets himself out from under your desk, rearranges your limbs so that you can stand up, and yanks your panties down properly. They fall around your ankles as Kylo stands behind you, and bends you over onto the desk, your cheek and chest messing up the piles of carefully organized paperwork.

You don’t care about it though, not right now, not when Kylo’s guiding his cock into your cunt and fucking you hard and fast from behind, hands gripping your hips and pinning you in place. You moan, sucking on your own fingers to keep yourself quiet, eyes shut tight and knees turning inward as he fucks his cock into you.

In this position, he drapes his body across you back, mouth catching the spot where your neck and shoulders meet, and he kisses all along the exposed skin where he can reach. He even brings one of his hands up to your throat to caress it, fingers splayed out across your jaw, feeling you suck and pant and moan.

Kylo’s dick is so good that your vision blurs, especially when he hits that spot right at your front wall, hits it over and over again until you’re shaking, until you’re on the verge of tears until – the phone rings.

Fuck! You think, eyes flying to the clock, mind thick with pleasure and the buzz of bliss rattling in your bones.

“Hello?” Kylo picks up the phone and answers it, not breaking his pace, not halting the rhythm he’s built. You wonder if they can hear just how hard he’s breathing on the other end of the line when he says, “She’s in a meeting, call back later.”

“Kylo!” You snap at him when he slams the phone shut to hang up, hand back on your hip, cock splitting you into two. Your desk shakes and your tits bounce in your bra and you cannot believe that he just did that, except you can, “I was waiting for that  – oh fuck, dammit Kylo – yes!”

“Are you gonna come?” Kylo grits out through clenched teeth, balls smacking against your ass, hands bruising your flesh, your panties shoved down and your skirt pulled up over your hips, and he’s so close that he might just cry.

“Yes.” You whine, having trouble coming up with words other than yespleasemore.

“Are you gonna come on my big cock?” Kylo doesn’t relent, and you moan, body tensing up, just on the precipice, just on the edge,

“Yes! Yes you asshole come on give it to me, pleasepleaseplease -- !” You come, feeling him still behind you a moment later, your bodies collapsing forward in a sweaty sticky heap as he pumps come into your spasming pussy.

Kylo continues to kiss at your neck, slower this time, just because he can’t really reach your lips like this. Your face is squished against the desk, and you relish the glow of your orgasm while you can, before reality comes crashing back into the forefront of your mind.

Eventually, the glow fades, and Kylo pulls out of you, adjusts your clothing. You do the same for him, tucking his cock away after he cleans it up with some tissues from your desk, pulling off his tie and redoing the knot for him so it’s perfectly crisp.

“Always a pleasure meeting with you, Ms. (L/N).” Kylo catches your lips in a kiss, the first proper one he’s given you today, and you sigh against it.

“If you ever speak for me again, I’ll punch you in the throat.” You tell him seriously, regarding the phone call that you’re going to have to schedule and apologize profusely about.

The cheeky bastard just rolls his eyes, pinches your chin between his fingers and kisses you again.

“Is that a threat?” He asks, and you smack his hand away, albeit not too harshly.

“It’s a promise.” You respond, eyeing him as he goes back around to the proper side of your desk, collects his list of your witnesses and puts it back into his briefcase. You bite at your lower lip, hating to see him go just as much as you hate when he interrupts you like this, “See you in court?”

“That’s too far away, let me take you out to dinner Friday night.” Kylo says, a smug air about him when he tries, “You can tell me all about how you changed your mind about this expert witness.”

“Get out of my fucking office.” You roll your eyes and wave him away, making him chuckle as he goes. He gets one hand on your doorknob and undoes the latch, but you stop him with a, “Kylo?”

“Yes?” He turns to face you, knowing that this is a battle in the war that he has lost, but he has lost it happily, because really, any time with you at all is a win.

“What time on Friday?” You ask, the dictionary definition of professional, as if you aren’t going to fuck his come back into your pussy the second you get this phone meeting over with, “I’ll put it on my calendar.”

“Seven, I’ll send a car.” Kylo grins, before he’s out the door, off to terrorize some poor intern somewhere, you’re sure of it.

You pencil him in for Friday, and despite all your better instincts, you find that the weekend can’t come soon enough.

[cyberghouleo]

Boredom {smut}

Pairing: Ult! Dirk Strider x Reader

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Being on a ship for 3 or so years in space can lead to discovering some lingering thoughts. Good thing you were there to help him with those.

Although this was originally his idea, because honestly who else would do anything like this that wasn’t Dirk himself, he did have to admit that flying around in space on a huge ass ship for 3 or so years did get boring pretty fast. There were only so many times he could rewatch My Little Pony and a few of his animes before he got bored out of his mind. After a while Terezi’s complaining made him get fed up and just stop conversation with her all together, which she was probably thankful for in some way. And Rosebot wanted to have too many long rambles that sooner than later the both of them ran out of things to talk about. The only topic that was untouched by both was his feelings and emotions, the one thing Dirk feels to have complete security on and plans to keep it that way. Speaking of feelings, you were also aboard the Theseus along with the three of them. The thing that set you apart from the other two, was that you came along willingly. He didn’t have to persuade or manipulate you in some backhanded way, you agreed after he tested the waters and suggested it for the first time. Your response honestly shocked him, although he didn’t show it and played it cool the whole time. So when you got the text to meet up with him to finally pursue this plan, you quickly packed whatever you needed and headed out to start a new future alongside Dirk. 

With how thankful he was that you came along, he didn’t expect to not see you as often as he first expected. In the start he thought the idea of being on a ship with a few people would be great and give some extra time to at least hang out with you, and just you. But he forgot how big the ship was in his so-called fantasy and how your time schedules were almost completely opposite from each other. But the two of you did text back and forth often, which helped killed his boredom most of the time, and sometimes even stayed up later just so you could watch one of his shows with each other. Dirk was content with this, it wasn’t what he originally had in mind for how you would spend each other's time together, but he also knew deep down he could do better. And make you feel better. 

He had basically completed all future plans, rearranged his room so many times that now it just felt like a chore, and had already planned out back up plans for multiple different scenarios. All he could do now was make panels, but even that was starting to get tiring and he was running low on creativity. So naturally, his mind started to wander. And it doesn’t take a scientist to know that 3 years on a ship can affect your sex drive, majorly. Also the thought of RoseBot and Terezi in even remotely that way made him want to puke and bleach his eyes for several days. So there was only one option left after porn seemed to get boring and bland to him. It’s not like he was settling after all, he is far from ever settling. Before his grand plans for a future on another planet, he couldn’t deny some feelings and emotions he had felt for you. But for him, business came first and then feelings or whatever bullshit his once friends suggested to open up about. But now with all the business done and the lingering horny thoughts and feelings resurfacing after so long, there was really nothing else to focus on other than you. At first he was embarrassed to acknowledge these feelings, feeling like a 13 year old again who saw some shitty hentai ad that took over his whole screen for the first time. But then he remembered who he was, and how if anything you should feel embarrassed for not confessing these types of feelings for him first.

He rolled his chair back away from his desk, sighing and shutting his laptop closed in a frustrated manner. It had gotten to the point where nothing seemed good, the only thing that interested him was you, and frankly he was sick of feeling this way with no plan to follow through with it. Fuck it, he thought as he stood up from his chair and walked out his door to find you so you could help him out on his problems. After searching around for what seemed to be an hour, he finally spotted the outline of your back against a sky sprawled out with dozens of stars and brightly lit up cosmos. 

He approached you, noticing how you were wearing your thin pajamas and the pair of bunny slippers he had bought you as a joke a while back, back before either of you were on this ship. This wasn’t the first time he had seen you staring out the windows at the stars, but this was the first time he had seen you up at 3 in the morning alone. He took a seat next to you, startling you and causing you to jump and curse under your breath. Cute.

“Jesus, you need to be careful coming up behind me like that,” you said as a soft smile grew on your face. You were now looking directly at him, the soft shine from the space reflecting and illuminating the one side of your face, and fuck this only made you look prettier to him.

“Thought your spidey senses would have picked up on me from a mile away, sorry. What are you even doing up right now anyways?” 

“Couldn’t sleep, also I wanted to come out and look at the stars. I thought it would help me in some weird way, but now I’m kinda just annoyed because they suck right now,” you turned back to the window, watching as the ship passed through space at a steady pace.

“Is that all you do, come out and look at the damn stars?” his tone sounded more harsh than he intended too, but you didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Ha, yeah basically. It’s calming in a weird way, ya know? But I guess I’mma need to find a new location to gaze out of though since this one is lacking majorly,”

Without thinking, he ended up blurting out his suggestion, “Well I always know a place that shows the best stars, no matter the night.”

Your head quickly turned to face him again, and you immediately agreed to make him take you to show him. He wasn’t one to turn down this offer and started leading the way, making sure to keep his main goal in mind. After zig zagging around a few halls, you ended up in front of his room's door. He opened up his door and stepped out of the way to reveal the huge window that was near his table. You walked over to admire the view, too busy gawking at the sight to hear or notice him closing the door and locking it behind him. It wasn’t until he was close enough for you to feel his body heat that you noticed the proximity between the two of you. You didn’t mind though, taking this as a minute to admire his freckled cheeks and how the orange glow from the window enchanted them even more. He felt the lingering of your glare on him and looked at you, a small blush appearing on your face at the fact you got caught basically admiring him like a painting. You broke away quickly and chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to play it cool and not look embarrassed in the slightest. 

“Hey (Y/N),” you hummed in response, waiting for him to finish before you looked at him. “I’m not sorry for this.”

You were about to question him but was interrupted quickly when both of his warm hands held each side of your face to force you to face him, his lips connecting with yours. The fact that this was your first real human touch in what seemed like forever made you almost instantly melt into him, kissing back with the same amount of passion. The kiss however turned very heated fast, the need for each other becoming apparent as his tongue easily slipped through and his hands now tangled in your hair, leaving you at his own mercy. You were the first to pull away to catch your breath, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together as your lips were now slightly red and your cheeks dusted with a soft pink. Your chest heaving up and down as you stared at him, trying to read his expression although his shades made it almost impossible.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that forever,” he stated before pulling you back in, letting his actions speak for himself and the blood started to flow to his lower half. 

You moaned throughout the kiss, which only got him to kiss back harsher, not showing any mercy for your lips or your neck as he trailed down. You threw your arms around his shoulders as he sucked on your neck, the feeling of a bruise already forming in a few spots. God it felt like forever since you had even gotten close to something like this, and your body was definitely showing it. He pulled down the straps of your thin tank top to get better coverage of your chest, making sure to start a few light marks on the parts your bra failed to cover. Your fingers tangled themselves into the base of his hair, pulling during a particular hard suck, causing him to let out a desperate sounding grunt, something you would have never expected out of him. 

He pulled away from you, just long enough for him to quickly clear off his desk and push anything in his way to the floor with a crash. He wrapped his arms around your waist and patted your side a couple times to signal you to jump, which you did and wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel the bulge of his muscles against you, even when he wasn’t wearing his normal uniform. He sat you down on the edge of the table and started lifting up the hem of your tank top, slipping it over with ease to leave you only in shorts and your bra. This was the most exposed you had ever been to him yet he didn't seem to pay it any mind and went back to covering your chest in sloppy kissing and lazy sucking to mark you up for him. His fingers wrapped around to your back, finding the clasp and quickly unclipping it with one hand. He helped ease the straps off your shoulders, letting them fall down and slip off to reveal yourself to him. He pulled away and admired your form for a few seconds, making you start to cover yourself but his fingers were quickly clasped around your wrist and pinned your hands by your side.

“Too late to try to hide from me now, doll,” the pet name rolled off his tongue effortlessly and he leaned in to start tracing around your already perky and hard nipples. 

The feeling caused you to let out a soft moan, his warm tongue felt amazing as it swirled around, his other hand cupping and teasing the other one. He would occasionally switch over, making sure to give each one their deserved love. His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose slightly, allowing you to see his closed eyes, his long eyelashes and freckles from a perspective you never got the chance to see before. Your hands slowly reached up and slid them effortlessly off his face, causing him to open his eyes and stare up, revealing his bright orange eyes for the first time. A gasp mixed with a moan slipped out, the new reveal only making your body fill up with need and heat faster. 

As his tongue continued to tease your buds, his hands trailed down from your waist to the band of your shorts. His palm came to rub the front of you teasingly, smirking as he felt you shamelessly try to grind against his fingers to get any sort of friction out of it. He tugged the shorts down, giving you the chance to shimmy them to the point before he could effortlessly take them off and let them drop onto the floor. He pulled away from your nipples, causing you to let out a whine, and was now positioned in between your legs. His hot breath could be felt through your panties, driving you even crazier. He flattened his tongue and left a long strip through your panties, his saliva soaking through a little bit to your already wet lips. He continued to tease you outside of your panties, rubbing his fingers up and down your folds without giving you what you really wanted.

“Please Dirk… don’t tease,” you begged in a breathy tone, which made him look up and a smirk to appear.

“You're gonna have to do better than that sweetheart,” he said casually as he continued to rub tiny clockwise circles against you. 

“Please dirk, please touch me,” your eyes were almost glossy with desperation, proving to him just how badly you wanted this. How badly you wanted him.

He gave into your pleads rather quickly, pulling your panties to the side and slipped two fingers into his mouth, before plunging them into you. You moaned in surprise, your body almost giving out from under you as he moved in and out of you, curling his fingers at the right moments to make you clench hard around him. Your quiet moans soon filled the room as you held one hand over your mouth, trying to keep quiet so nobody would interrupt the two of you. Right as you felt your core tighten and you were close to releasing all over his fingers, he pulled out and stood up fully, bringing his fingers in front of your face.

“Look at the mess you made for me. Clean it up now,”

You stared back at him for a second before hesitantly taking your juice covered fingers into your mouth, making sure to lick them clean. You twirled your tongue around the tips of his fingers, which made him let out a grunt of approval and his already hard cock strain even more against his pants.

“Mmmm, what a good slut you are,” he praised and pulled his fingers out with a ‘pop’ noise. 

He fully pulled off your panties, leaving you completely exposed and spread out on the table for him to take in. He pulled down his pants and boxers, which had a small wet spot from the leaking precum, his cock springing out freely. You glanced down and noticed the size, and he was definitely bigger than you would have first thought, leaving you a bit shocked.

“Take a picture princess, it’ll last longer,” he responded in a cocky voice which pulled you out of staring with an embarrassed blush now spreading across your cheeks again. 

He lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing his dick up and down your folds a few times to make sure he was completely covered in your juices. He pulled back one last time before pushing his head through, his girth leaving you a bit breathless as you threw your head back in pleasure. Only the tip so far and you're already acting like this, he thought to himself and wanted to chuckle. The rest of him slid in with ease and now that he was fully filling you, god you were tight against him. He gave you a few seconds to get adjusted before he started to slowly increase his thrusts. It was taking everything inside him to not just go full force right now and to fuck you into his table, pounding in and out of your pussy to show you just how often he thought about you in this way. The feeling of him pressing up against you with every thrust was addicting, as he filled you in the best way possible. With each thrust he pressed up against you perfectly and only got better as he increased each thrust.

“Mmm fuck, you like that?” you could only hum along as a response, but he quickly grabbed your jaw and forced you to stare back into his intense eyes, stopping all movements inside you. “I asked, do you like that?”

“Yes, yes Dirk. I like it, oh my god I love it, yes Dirk,” you spewed out, your head feeling light and too overloaded with dirty thoughts for you to even function a full sentence properly.

Hearing you moan out his name in such a pathetic way was enough to make his dick twitch and for him to resume his thrusts, this time not slowing down or trying to take it slow for you. At this moment in time he could do whatever he wanted to you and god he was fucking loving it. He pulled out, grabbed your hand to force you off the table and pinned you against the large window. Your tits now squished up against the window as he slipped into you from behind, causing you to gasp. 

“Mmm yes, god you're such a good slut for me (Y/N),” he moaned as his head was rested right by yours, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear.

You moaned underneath him, arching your back to curve into him to get the full reach and stretch from him. His movement against the window caused your nipples to rub up against it, giving you all of the friction you needed. His right hand slipped down to the front of you, rubbing his fingers over your clit as he grunted in your ear. The feeling of sparks and fireworks were ignited within you, your cheek pressed up against the glass as your mouth hung up and your body started to melt from under you. You could feel yourself getting closer, your moans turning into pleads and begs for him.

“I’m going to cum, nghh,” you whined out, which only caused him to rub against your clit even harder.

“Tell me who is allowed to make you cum,” he growled, his left hand coming up to grasp your neck and hold you into place to take his brutal poundings. 

“You Dirk... only you can make me cum,”

“Mhhmm, yea baby, cum for me then. Be a good girl and cum all over my dick,” he said as he applied pressure and squeezed around your neck. 

The combination of all of his movements made your vision blur out and your body to completely slump against the window, allowing him to fuck you like a toy. You squeezed tightly around him one last time and everything inside you felt like it had exploded, moans spilling out loudly, not caring if anyone heard. Your tight clenching made him speed up his thrust as he felt himself tighten up, continuing to fuck you throughout your orgasm. God how he prayed that another ship would come up beside him just so they could see the sight of him fucking your limp like body. Just further proving how much you actually belonged to him. He let out a few loud groans and felt the long hot strips squirt into you, covering your walls as his thrusts got sloppy and rode out his own orgasm . He stayed inside you for a few more seconds, both his arms caging you in between him as he tried to catch his breath.

“Well fuck babe,” he said with a soft chuckle, before leaving a quick kiss on your shoulder and pulled out of you, watching as some of his hot seed dripped out of you and onto the floor. The sight was enough to get him ready for round 2, but he saw how tired you were and didn’t feel like forcing the issue.

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out one of his old shirts, slipping it over you and helping you into his bed. The baggy and oversized shirt hung off your form and looked more like a nightgown, which he had to admit was a sight he was starting to love. He slid on a pair of clean joggers and climbed in next to you, which you clung to almost instantly. 

“Thanks Dirk,” you mumbled before slipping into sleep.

He stared down at you with a soft smile and rested his chin on your head. Normally he was against any form of affection or touching, but right now it felt good. This was one of the few times it felt good to be open about his feelings. He wouldn’t mind having you to rule with him in the new future he was creating.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Reader feeling neglected because Erik works too much.

Warning: Mentions of SMUT, Bratty, fluff, short imagine

It was hard for Y/N to understand that her man, Erik Stevens, was such an influential and important man in Oakland and Wakanda. Being the prince of Wakanda and the CFO of the Wakandan Outreach Center has him working long nights, traveling, and exhausted whenever he got home. In the beginning, Y/N didn’t have a problem with Erik taking on this huge responsibility but now, she couldn’t stand it.

She hated feeling jealous and neglected whenever she saw him on TV or got a FaceTime call from him that he won’t be home until around 8 PM because of an important meeting. Food sitting in the microwave growing cold, their favorite show airing on TV and now she couldn’t fully enjoy it because he wasn’t home, and let’s not forget the kisses, hugs, cuddles, nasty talk from her man, and the mind blowing sex. No sex so far for a few weeks. Not one “I’m sorry” and “I’ll make it better” from him fixed how she felt. It was so bad to the point that she wished she didn’t quit her job as a Flight Attendant to be with him. He traveled more than her. Currently, Erik was in Washington DC with his assistant and that boiled Y/N’s blood.

Erik’s assistant, Nivea, didn’t know a thing about personal space. Whenever Y/N would go to the Outreach to have lunch with Erik, Nivea would be in his office, sitting on the edge of his desk laughing and giggling when she should be working. Y/N could see right through her, the chick was feeling her man heavy. What if they stayed on the same floor in the hotel and she slipped into his room at night? Y/N couldn’t help but to think bad thoughts.

It was around 8:50 PM, Y/N decided to get out of bed and cook Erik’s favorite meal, Jamaican Oxtails with butter beans. Besides sleeping in his dress shirts that fit her like a nightgown, cooking Erik’s favorite meals always made her feel better. She set the timer on her Crockpot before walking towards their living room to sit back and listen to their “Nasty” Playlist. Y/N put it on shuffle play and the first song that played was The Dream- lV Play. Now, she was having flashbacks to when her and Erik had sex to this song. It was in the back seat of his Lamborghini Urus. She could still feel all of him going deep inside of her while she rode him to the beat.

“I miss my baby!” Y/N whimpered, hiding her face in a pillow, “WE miss our baby,” She spoke to her pussy which was currently wet and in need of attention. Her favorite vibrator that she nicknamed Home Alone didn’t even entice her. She was so sick of using that vibrator on her clit. That’s what happens when you haven’t had a mouth on your pussy. If it was 9:10 PM in Cali it had to be about 12:10 AM in DC. Her man was probably knocked out, sleeping naked like he preferred with the windows open and his blanket wrapped around his waist. Now she was picturing him in his durag. That shit drove her crazy.

“Ugh, fuck it,” She hadn’t talked to him since earlier that day when they left a live conference. Y/N grabbed her phone, paused her music, and called Erik. It rang twice before the line clicked.

“Hello?”

Y/N felt her heart sank to her stomach.

“Nivea? Why are you answering Erik’s phone-where is my man?”

“I can’t hear you quite clear...are you breaking up?”

“Nivea,” Y/N spoke with warning. She felt her nerves spark, “Put. Erik. On. The. Phone. NOWW.”

“Huh?” She spoke with a confused voice.

“BITCH! PUT ERIK ON THE FUCKING PHONE!”

The line clicked.

“Are you serious?!” Y/N dialed the number back, her leg shaking and breathing deep. She wanted to punch a hole in the wall. It rang and rang until it reached his voice mail.

Beep.

“DO YOU WANT ME TO CATCH A FLIGHT? WHY IS NIVEA ANSWERING YOUR DAMN PHONE, ERIK?”

She hung up.

“Oh my GODD,” Y/N groaned loudly. She decided to FaceTime call Erik to see if he would pick up that way. She watched her phone screen with pure rage. No response.

“Fuck that I’m blowing your shit up since you want to have bitches answering your phone.”

She couldn’t keep track with how many times she called Erik. It had to be a little over 20. To alleviate her stress, Y/N got up to check on the Oxtails. She was hoping that would make her feel better but the smell of the tasty food made her think about Erik. She was really considering catching a flight to DC and confront him in person. Why would he have another woman answering his phone? Especially when your woman is home alone and missing you like crazy.

Ring Ring

The moment Y/N heard her phone ringing she closed the crockpot and ran to pick it up.

Erik.

“Erik?!” Y/N asked hysterically.

“Baby, what’s up-“

“Don’t what’s up me,” Y/N could feel her hands shaking.

“You called me like...20 times.”

“Yeah, I did. Why the fuck is Nivea answering your phone?”

“Wha-shit, I left my phone with her at our table to talk to T’Challa-“

“What table? And you don’t leave your phone lying around, Erik. That bitch answered your phone!”

“We’re out for drinks right now to celebrate the Outreach in DC-“

“I don’t give a fuck about that! WHY DID SHE- Erik why would you do that?! She hung up on me and everything!” Y/N could feel her voice crack. She was about to cry. Her eyes prickled and her lip trembled. She felt betrayed. If Erik is in DC partying and celebrating she should be there with him. Why did his assistant have to go?

“Baby, Listen, I’ll straighten her out, I promise you that,” Erik tried to put on his smooth voice to calm her down but it wasn’t working. Y/N wanted to rearrange her face.

“You need to fire her is what needs to happen because when I see her I’m beating her ass, Erik. You don’t answer somebody else’s phone especially MY MANS phone you don’t do that-when are you coming home?”

“Not until two days from now,” Erik let out a defeated sigh, “listen, I’ll do whatever needs to be done to fix this. If that means I have to get rid of Nivea as my assistant then I will.”

“That is what it means, Erik, I want you home and I want her gone, okay?” Y/N wipes her eyes.

“I got you, ma, I love you. I’m sorry shit is the way it is right now-“

“I really miss you and I feel like you’ve been neglecting the way I feel about this. I haven’t had you to myself in over two weeks, babe. I want you now.”

“Baby, I can’t leave right now-“

“Make it happen!” She knew she was being bratty but she couldn’t help it. Nivea screwed her up even more.

“Y/N...who are you talking to?”

“YOU. I want you on a flight home now-“

“Ma,” Erik laughs but it was a vicious laugh, “Girl...I understand you’re upset...but don’t talk to me out of pocket. If I take a flight home now I’m spanking that ass into the next day.”

“Whatever,” She laughed loudly to calm her nerves, “You think that shit scares me? I’d be glad to have you spank me at least I have some type of contact from you!”

“Don’t act like a fucking brat over the fucking phone-“ Erik stopped himself, taking meditating breaths, “I am at an important social event, babygirl, I won’t be out of here until maybe 2 in the morning. I have to put on a smile, and ride this shit out until I’m back in my hotel suite. As soon as this suit and tie comes off I will be in bed, FaceTime with you, reciting a fucking love poem if I need to. Hell, I’ll plan a trip right now to Barbados for us in that Villa I have in the mountains. We can get away for weeks. How does that sound?”

All of it sounded promising. Weeks away with Erik to herself. Hikes in the tropics, laying out in the cabana, swims in the ocean, sex under moonlight. That was perfect. Y/N needed Erik to make up for the decrease in affection between them both. He was so hard working and his relationship with T’Challa improved a lot since what happened in Wakanda. Her man was happy about the success and he felt like he was doing something genuinely good this time around. The second time around. Y/N thought about his accomplishments and now she felt like she was being selfish.

“Y/N? Baby?”

“I’m still here...just thinking.”

Erik lowered his voice. Now that she listened closer on the phone, she could hear people in the background and gogo music.

“Daddy fucked up?”

She felt her body go slack, “...No, I’m just being needy that’s all.”

“Nah, ma, Daddy fucking up. How is my baby really doing?”

“Bored. We miss you,” She felt herself blushing.

“Who’s we?”

“This pussy and myself.”

“Oh, damn, baby...why are you doing this to me right now?”

Y/N sat down on the couch, bringing the collar to Erik’s dress shirt to her nose to smell, “Because I miss my Daddy touching me.”

“Baby,” Erik’s voice was so soft spoken, “You are being a very...very...bad girl right now. Be a good girl for Daddy and wait until I get back to my suite.”

“Daddy, I don’t want to be a good girl for you.”

“Don’t make me tell you twice, Y/N.” He warned with a gruff tone.

“Okay,” Y/N pouts. The smell of Erik’s Creed Adventus cologne made her squirm. It felt like he was wrapped around her with his big arms.

“That’s my good girl. I gotta head back, try to stay up for me, you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Y/N beamed.

“Aww, baby, I miss you so fucking much. I just wanna see you, and hug you, and hold you, and kiss you.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to sit in his lap and feel him get hard for her and show him just how much she missed him. Shit, she would be on her knees in front of the door to suck her Daddy’s dick before he even put his bags down.

“I miss you and I love you too, Daddy,” Y/N kissed Erik through the phone multiple times, “Don’t forget to call me, Daddy.”

“I promise, love. Daddy isn’t going to forget about you.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m craving you.”

Erik laughed, “just imagine how good it’s gonna feel when I fuck that little pussy. Because you’ve been waiting for it for so long I gotta take care of you.”

“Daddy,” she moaned.

“Shit,” Erik grunts, “Aight, I gotta get off this fucking phone. If I don’t ima end up busting a nut at this party and you know what Daddy’s working with so…”

“I don’t need another reason to beat Nivea ass.”

“Behave, Baby, I got this.”

“Mhm, just hurry home. I love you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

She stared at that call ended screen with annoyance. Now Home Alone sounded a lot better this time. He definitely owed her multiple orgasms when he got back.

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[justthehiddleswrites]

Continuing Education | Adam x OFC (Charlie Bock)

Pairing: Adam x OFC (Charlie Bock)

Summary:  Charlie is scheduled to attend a conference in Chicago for here work at Clemency. Adam was going to stay behind... until Frank signs him up to take part in a panel about human and vampire relations. Now Adam is traveling along with Charlie and he is not happy about it.

Warnings: sex, vampires, blood

-

“Adam?” Charlie sidled up to him after she got home from a shift at Clemency.

Adam groaned. It was not quite the time when he usually woke up and despite his best efforts, he rarely got up before Charlie got home from her day shift at the hospital. Charlie suspected he enjoyed her snuggling up to him as a wake up call, but good luck getting him to admit it.

“Adam…” she hummed, scratching his chest. He stretched at the touch like a cat. “… time to get up, I need to talk to you.”

Charlie nuzzled into his neck, kissing that spot behind Adam’s ear. His black hair lying like a blanket over her dark curls. Adam wrapped an arm around and pulled Charlie onto his chest. His eyes squinted up as he pursed his lips to kiss Charlie’s nose.

“There are better things to do with your mouth than talk.” His hands slipped down to cup Charlie’s ass. He bucked up against her.

Charlie frowned at Adam and struggled against his embrace. “Do you think of anything other than sex?” She giggled, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” Adam’s brow furrowed. “Maybe. It’s your fault.”

Charlie pressed up, narrowing her brilliant green eyes at him. “How is this my fault?”

Adam’s lips curled into a grin. He sat up, holding tight onto Charlie who ended up in his lap. Her legs straddled Adam’s bare hips. His lips latched on Charlie’s neck, sucking hard. People didn’t even question why Charlie wore turtlenecks year round anymore.

“You are just too sexy. I can’t keep my hands and other parts of my body off of you.” Adam muttered against her. “I am insatiable when it comes to you.”

Charlie flattened her hands against his chest and pushed Adam back against the mattress. “Try to restrain yourself.” She smirked.

Adam’s eyes twinkled. “I didn’t realize you wanted to introduce ropes into a relationship, but I am game if you are.”

Charlie smacked Adam’s thigh. “I am being serious!”

“So am I.” Charlie rolled to walk away. Adam reached out and stopped her from leaving. “I’m sorry. What did you want to talk about?”

Charlie huffed. “What are you doing in three months?”

Adam’s eyes stared back at Charlie. “Why?”

Charlie’s hands fidgeted in front of her. “Clemency is sending me to a convention in Chicago and I was wondering…”

���Absolutely not.” Adam moaned. “I hate traveling.”

Charlie’s lower lips quivered. “I understand. I was hoping to have some company. But I get it.” She sniffled and lowered her head to kiss his lips.

Adam twinged with guilt. He hugged her tight. “I shouldn’t have been short with you, baby. Traveling is very hard on my kind. And as much as I would love to join you, I would be a terrible travel companion.”

Charlie wiped her nose as Adam smoothed her hair back to gaze into her eyes. “Thank you. I love you.”

Adam kissed her lips. “Love you more.”

-

Charlie spent the next two months making preparations for Adam to be alone for a better part of the week.

“I am capable of surviving on my own for a few days.” Adam rolled his eyes from the living room as Charlie took inventory of the blood in their freezer. “I did it for centuries, you know?”

Charlie popped her head from around the corner. “Where do I keep the spare laundry detergent?”

“Above the washer?”

“Wrong-o, Mary Lou. I’m making a list.” Charlie disappeared.

“If I find a single legal pad…” Adam turned to yell towards the kitchen.

“Too late!” Charlie yelled back.

Adam rubbed his forehead.

-

About three weeks before Charlie was scheduled to leave, Adam received a text from Frank.

Signed you up to take part in this. Have fun and be nice.

Adam clicked on the link and frowned. SVS 100th Annual Conference. Adam hated SVS or the Society of Vampire Scientists. A bunch of pretentious snobs.

I’m not going. Adam texted back.

Yes, you are. You are on a panel. Keep reading.

Adam scrolled through the rest of the page. “Fuck!” he cursed when he reached the bottom. The Dynamics of Human-Vampire Relations: Friends or Food? A Special Panel. It listed his name among the panelists.

You are dead. I am killing you.

Good luck finding me. Besides isn’t Charlie at a convention at the same place and time. They usually coincide these with medical conventions.

Sure enough, it was in Chicago at the same time Charlie was. In fact, it was even in the same convention hall.

“Fuck…” Adam groaned. He really did hate traveling.

I am still killing you.

You know you love me, Adam.

Adam leaned back against the couch, allowing his head to fall back, eyes closed. He stayed like that until Charlie came home.

“Adam?” He groaned from the dark living room. “Are you okay?”

Charlie dropped her bag and rushed to his side. “What’s wrong?”

Adam lifted his head to stare at Charlie, whose eyes registered panic. “You have room at that hotel in Chicago?”

Charlie cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, why?”

Adam sighed. “Frank volunteered me to take part on a panel at a vampire convention. It is in Chicago at the same time as your convention.”

Charlie’s eyes wide, her butt wiggled. “Are you serious? You are not joking with me.”

“Unfortunately not.” Adam grunted.

Charlie squealed, jumping in a circle and clapping her hands. “This is the best news. I’m going to revise my packing lists.” She hustled off.

“That is unnecessary, Charlie!” Adam yelled after her, but she didn’t hear a word.

-

It took a few days to rearrange travel plans. Charlie switched her flight to a redeye to accommodate Adam. And they booked an extra night at the hotel to ensure they could fly home at night. Adam refused to acknowledge the fact he was voluntarily traveling from his house. To attend a conference. To take part in a panel about human-vampire relationships. Charlie packed for the two of them.

“The black shirt or the black shirt?” Charlie held up two identical shirts in her hands. Adam laid on the bed, hand over his face.

“The black shirt.” He gestured blindly to her right hand. “And don’t forget my black jeans.”

Charlie dropped the shirts on the dresser and crawled onto the bed. “You could make an effort, you know?”

“I could.” Adam grunted.

Charlie pressed against his side. Her hand teased along his hip before slipping underneath the covers to stroke his cock. Adam let loose a moan as Charlie squeezed him tight.

“Yes, Charlie!” he hissed. His mouth fell open.

“Do you like when I do that, darling?” Charlie leaned over and cooed in his ear. She kissed along Adam’s neck with a sloppy open-mouthed kiss.

Adam grunted in response. “Yes.”

Charlie abruptly stopped and kissed his cheek. “Then help me pack.” She hopped off the bed and returned to packing up her clothes.

Adam sat up and then stood. “You are absolutely brutal, darling.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. His cock pressed against her backside. Charlie reached up to stroke his cheek.

“But it got you out of bed.” She gave his cheek a playful smack. “Now pack your bag or you are going to Chicago naked.”

Adam nuzzled into her neck. “Would that be the worst thing?”

-

“Two hours!” Charlie whined as she pushed open the door to their hotel room. “Two fucking hours, Adam. I couldn’t sleep at all.”

Adam grumbled behind her, throwing the bags into the closet. “You have shared a bed with me for over a year.”

“You have never snored like that ever!”

Charlie dug through her carryon bag and pulled out a roll of tape. She immediately went to the window and taped the curtains to the wall. Charlie then pushed past him to hang the “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob.

“I told you I don’t travel much.” Adam flopped onto the bed, wiped out. “And I don’t travel well.” He was hungry. Charlie frowned and straddled his hips. She tugged at his jeans. “What are you doing?”

Charlie smirked. “Making you more comfortable.”

Adam lifted his hips to allow Charlie to pull his jeans down to his knees. She stood up to pull her pants down, stepping out them along with her underwear. Adam sat up and beckoned her to sit back down. Charlie straddled his hips again and rocked back and forth.

“Are you hungry?” Charlie nudged her nose against the stubble on Adam’s chin. He, in turn, buried his face in her curls, inhaling her scent.

“Yes.” His voice tight.

“Before or after?” She continued to rock against him, his cock twitching underneath her.

“During.” His fangs dragging across her skin. Charlie’s head tilted to the side. “You taste the sweetest then.”

Charlie’s hand twisted down to guide Adam to slip inside her. Her nails digging into his flesh through his shirt as she lowered herself. Adam gripped her tight.

“Baby…” Adam cupped her face. “I love being inside you.” Charlie bucked against him, twisting.

“I love you.” she whispered, pulling herself against his chest.

Adam’s hands slipped down and squeezed her tits through her shirt. Charlie arched her back as he did. Adam’s mouth found hers, his tongue tasting every corner of Charlie’s mouth. She gasped as her release drew close.

“Adam… I…” she gasped.

Adam sucked her neck hard, right at the scar where he used to feed. Charlie clenched around his cock as she came, and Adam’s teeth sank in as he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own release. He soon spilled into Charlie. She fell against his chest as he continued to feed. He pulled back, his mouth and teeth stained red.

Charlie snuggled into him and he enveloped her as he laid back onto the hard hotel mattress, twisting them to the side.

“Better?” Charlie hummed, dozing off in the crook of Adam’s body.

“Much.” He moved her hair to kiss her temple. “Thank you.”

“Welcome.” Her voice trailed off. Adam pulled her tight until she fell asleep.

-

Charlie woke the next morning sore but rested. She made some coffee in the room with the provided coffeemaker. She regretted the decision and went downstairs to fetch some food and a decent cup of coffee. When she returned, she found a brochure slid underneath the door.

“100th Annual SVS Conference” was emblazoned across the cover. Intrigued, she flipped through the pages. Without thinking, Charlie flicked on the lamp on the nightstand. Adam groaned, pulling a pillow over his head.

“Fuck.” He rolled onto his side.

“Sorry!” Charlie squeaked. “Are these actual classes you can attend?”

Adam glared at her with one eye squeezed shut. “What are you looking at?”

“The program for your conference. Some of these sound fun. Can I come?”

“No!” Adam sat up. “I don’t think a human in a room filled with vampires is a good idea.”

“Excellent point.” Charlie pulled her knees up and balanced the program on her thighs. “Will you bring me back materials?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Yes.” She didn’t believe him, but let it go.

“Please bring me back the stuff on the man-made blood and fossilized fangs.”

“Fine.” He settled back under the covers. “Now turn off the light.” he grumbled.

Charlie clicked it off and got ready for her own conference. She lifted the pillow to kiss Adam before leaving for the day.

“Please don’t buy any lesbian porn. The hospital is paying for this room.” Adam grunted. “I need to hear the words, Adam.”

He rolled onto his back., pulling the pillow off his face. He rolled his eyes, shooting daggers at Charlie.

She tapped her foot. “I’m waiting, Adam. Don’t make me late.”

“I promise not to buy any lesbian porn.” He spat the words sarcastically.

“I do not appreciate your tone. But I will take it. Love you.” She gave him one last kiss.

“Love you too.”

-

For the next two days. Charlie and Adam saw very little of each other. As soon as Charlie would return from her conference, worn out, Adam would wake to get ready for his own. Any time they were in the room together, they spent it cuddling and sleeping.

After her last day, she collapsed onto the bed as Adam stirred.

“My mind is mush.” She complained to the ceiling.

“Hmm?” Adam rolled onto his side to see Charlie face planted on the mattress.

“Three days of classes about the cardiovascular system and blood drawing. I’m dreaming of blood.”

He reached out to rub her back. “I’m sorry, baby.”

She hummed in appreciation. “Don’t you have your panel coming up?”

“Don’t remind me. I could always stay here with you. Be a comfort.”

Charlie’s head popped up to scowl at him. “I am fine. Nothing a hot shower won’t cure. Go.”

“But I can—”

“I will open those curtains.” she threatened.

He knew full well Charlie would never follow through, but today was not the day he called her bluff. With a grunt, he got up and got ready while Charlie showered and changed into her Pusheen pajamas.

“Sure you don’t want me to stay?” He questioned as he leaned down to kiss her.

“Yes. Now go.”

“Love you.” he whispered.

“Love you more.”

-

Charlie chased sleep but couldn’t settle. She changed into a pair of jeans and slipped her Bruins hoodie on to slip downstairs and walk around. She found herself in the conference area. Charlie located the room where the final panel was being held. She opened the door and peeked in.

“But don’t you think seeing humans as strictly as a food source makes things easier?” Someone in the crowd.

Charlie’s eyes cut to the front of the room, where five people sat on a raised stage. Adam among them.

“Well yeah.” One woman started. “It is the same thing when zombies name the chickens on the farm and then have to eat them for dinner. It’s much simpler to see them as food.”

Charlie spied Adam roll his eyes from the back of the enormous room. “If I can offer a counterpoint?” His voice piped up.

“Adam? You’ve been quiet for most of the panel. Please.” The commenter passed the mic to Adam.

“I would be the first to tell you it makes things easier. Emotions only complicate this entire process. But I will say it makes for a lonely and far less rich life. After my partner, Eve, passed, I was alone for a long time. And then I met someone. A human.”

The room filled with murmurs. “And she changed my life. For the better. For the first time in years, I felt alive. Like something mattered.”

Charlie choked back a sob. Adam continued to speak. “I don’t know what the future holds for us, for her. There are going to be some tough decisions ahead of us. But I can’t imagine my world without her. And the messiness that they bring to the world, make our existence more enjoyable. So yeah, it’s easier but not better.”

There was applause in the room and Charlie slipped back out before Adam caught her there. She raced upstairs and slipped her pajamas back on. Adam returned about an hour later. He toed his boots off and stripped naked and pulled on pajamas before sliding into the bed next to Charlie.

She rolled on top of him. “I love you so much, Adam. You are my world.” Her voice trembled as the words tumbled out.

“And you are mine, Charlie.” He pulled her into a sweet kiss. “I love you more than anything. I’m never letting you go.”

She settled onto his chest. “And I am not letting you go.”

Adam smoothed down her curls, only to have them bounce back in his face. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her side to side until she dozed off.

“I saw you in the back, darling. I am glad you heard every word, because I meant it.” Adam kissed her again before falling asleep with Charlie in his arms.

[random-imagines-blog]

Hello Time Bomb {Logan Howlett x Reader NSFW Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 4231 Warnings: Smutty smut below. Summary: After a long time of liking Logan and getting nothing in return, you decide that you’re ready to move on. However, doing so makes him very jealous, and he acts upon those feelings.

You looked over at Logan who was having a conversation with Professor X over the breakfast table. You couldn’t tell what it was about, and it didn’t matter. It wasn’t the eavesdropping that you were interested in over at that table. It was the man with the messy facial hair, the rippling muscles under the white tank top and the grumpy exterior that was your true interest. Just last night, the two of you had gone for a walk under the midnight stars, bundled up in your warmest clothes to fight off the chill of the breeze. There hadn’t been much talking, but there had been nudging each other until it turned into a ‘who can knock who over into the snowbank’ sort of war, which Logan had one, and then begrudgingly helped you out of because the snow covered you almost entirely. That was a problem with having strength being one of your powers - it made you heavy and sink like a stone in water and in snow.

You had found the night to be almost magical. Here was a man who, to the rest of the world, was unhappy. That was just how he presented - a grumpy old man who was here too damn long and only got a bit of excitement from women and from fighting. But last night, he had laughed as you nearly got him to fall into a snowman that some of the younger students had built on the campus. That you managed to get him to smile at all was a miracle in itself. Oh God, you had spent the night thinking about how perhaps at breakfast he would show you that smile and you could make him something like waffles and pancakes and sit apart from the rest of the staff and talk about something, anything at all...

What had happened was, even though you woke up early, you walked into the kitchen to find that he had a beer in his hands and was talking to Charles about classes coming up on Monday, which was two days from now. He glanced at you for a second when you walked in, then went right back to looking at Charles as if you didn’t exist anymore. You had to smile at the elderly professor or else he might try to get into your brain to see what was wrong, and your feelings for Logan were something that you didn’t want him to get involved in. He could be a bit sneaky sometimes, and this wasn’t something you wanted him to sneak around in. You fetched yourself a beverage to start the morning out, then lingered in the kitchen to see if perhaps he had anything that he might want to say.

“Late last night, I thought I heard someone coming in, was that you, y/n?” Charles asked, momentarily distracting you from staring at the back of Logan’s head. You immediately blinked and took a step back, surprised by the lightness in Charles’s voice. You licked your lips and then nodded.

“I was just ... spending some time outdoors,” You stated, looking over at Logan again, wondering if he would say anything about accompanying you. You weren’t surprised, but you were disappointed, when he said nothing and only took a drink from the glass bottle in his hand. “Can you excuse me Professor, I should tidy up my classroom.”

You quickly fled the awkward situation, making your way down the hallways until you did indeed reach your classroom. It was already spotless, considering that many of the students went home for a holiday break and you hadn’t had to teach in here for a week already. Nonetheless, you started to rearrange the books that were on the window’s ledge. As you grew distracted by whether you should put them in alphabetical order or color co-ordinate, a flash of lightning shot outside, hitting a snowpile not far at all from you. You jumped, your hand going to your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“I had to show you I was here somehow,” The soft voice of your friend Ororo, otherwise known as Storm, filled the room as she walked towards you to look out the window with a smirk. “Since you ignored me calling your name.”

Having Storm in the room honestly made you feel a little less lonely, so you welcomed her to come further into the room with a smile on your face. Just seeing her made you feel better. You walked away from the window to meet her in the middle of the room. “I just think you have a flair for the dramatic,” You said, crossing your arms in front of you. Simply, she rolled her eyes, pulled a chair away from a desk and took a seat. Conversations with her always seemed to take an amusing turn.

“Could be you were just thinking about a certain man and not focusing on your surroundings?” She cocked an eyebrow in your direction. A blush came upon your cheeks but you didn’t look away from her - she already knew that you pretty much had fallen head over heels for Logan. “Come on, I saw you sneaking in last night, what happened?”

You sighed. Holding those memories close to your heart, you thought of last night. “I’m almost ready to call it quits, Or.” You admitted. She looked at you with wide eyes. Whatever she was expecting, it wasn’t that.

“Logan is an idiot,” Ororo started, but you put up your hand to stop her.

“Granted, that’s true, but I’m sure that he’s picked up the hints I’ve dropped and he doesn’t feel the same way. You know what, there’s nothing wrong with that. It sucks for me a bit but I can’t force him.” The thought of moving on made your stomach churn but you knew that it was the best thing for you to do.

“You’re dealing with this better than I would,” Ororo sighed. “Well, on to Plan B then, who are you thinking?”

It took a moment for you to think and then you shrugged. “I guess I’ll just see what happens, let my feelings guide me in this. Planning it makes it seem kind of, I don’t know, really desperate.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Your co-worker and friend shrugged. “I can’t wait to hear about who it is though.”

-

Rather than it being the other way around, you were the one that was avoiding Logan. You took special care to show up either very early or rather late to the meals that you had with the teachers, you sat next to different staff members during school meetings and you took the halls that he was least likely to use. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything to you, although he did look at you more on the rare occasions that you were in a room together. And on one night, New Years Eve, you were pretty sure that he had knocked on your door at close to midnight but left when you didn’t open it. Any other year and you would have been at the Staff party, but you really were trying to avoid Logan as much as possible in order to try to get over him.

Your students cheered you up when they came back to the school after break. No matter how much your personal life sucked, your professional one was going swimmingly. Eating up your attention too was Gambit, who was on part time as a sexual education teacher - no surprise there.

“Remy, I swear - if you throw another one of those loaded cards at me...” You backed away from the handsome mutant while he fiendishly held up one of his playing cards at you. He moved in closer, until you had nothing left to back into except for the chalkboard of your classroom. “I mean it-”

“Of course you do, but I happen to know that you like explosions.” He smirked, knowing full well that if you wanted to, you could fight back. You were anything but powerless and meek. He knew that this was all play.

“It’s - oh come on, no!” Remy dropped the card onto the floor where it exploded, sounding like a small firecracker. The noise startled you every single time, even when you knew that it was coming. You yelped and jumped up onto to the ledge which held the chalk and erasers, laughing as you tried to steady your heartbeat.

“I think you were in the middle of threatening me?” Remy asked, raising an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes, and were about to speak again but he closed your mouth with his own. You’d have thought that kissing him would feel like the explosions that he so liked to cause but every time, all you could think about was Logan. You kissed back though, because a little bit of harmless fun might just be what you were needing. He was not the sort of man to be too serious about these encounters, and you weren’t ready to fall in love since your heart still belonged to Logan. It all seemed to work out, honestly.

-

Staying up late became a new habit, and you did start to show up to your classes with bags under your eyes. That didn’t much matter though, since you always had a smile on your face. Remy liked to keep you up, and though it was exhausting, it was usually a good time. You didn’t sleep together very often - that only happened one or two times. Rather than just focus on a sexual relationship, you and Remy formed a close friendship and would talk about many things. Including how he had picked up on the tension between you and Wolverine.

You had just finished up with your last class of the day when the handsome Sex-Ed professor turned up at your door with a smirk on his face. Grabbing the homework that you meant to grade over dinner, you approached him slowly. “I know you’re up to something, spill it.”

“How could you possibly think I’m up to something?” He asked, making you roll your eyes. He chuckled and walked forward into you, making you take a couple of steps back. “I really like making you do that.”

“Don’t be rude, I always end up with chalk all over my ass because of you.” You laughed. Remy’s arms went around his waist, and he bent his head into the crook of your neck and sucked softly at a sweet spot, making you gasp.

“What’s going on here?” A gruff voice came from the doorway of your classroom. Your breath caught in your throat as you turned your head slightly and caught eyes with a rather angry looking Logan. You licked your lips and opened your mouth to explain, but Remy beat you to it, moving his head away from you smirk over at Logan.

“Just a little lesson,” He said, stepping back and strolled towards the door which Logan’s frame was taking up. “From the looks of it, you might be needing one too. You’re holding a lot of stress-”

“Fuck off.” Logan said, moving to the side so that Remy could leave. The dark haired smooth-talker smirked and walked out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. He walked inside your classroom and closed the door behind him. The only sound that either of you could hear was the kids in the hallways having conversations that teenagers usually had, you supposed. You never listened in. “Really? Him?” He asked, folding his arms in front of his chest.

“Since when do you care?” You asked, feeling the frustration of the last couple of years bubble in your stomach. “Please don’t answer that, I know that you don’t.”

“Aren’t you a little too old to be going after the pretty boy?” Logan said, sitting on top of one of the students desks. You regained your composure and stepped away from the blackboard, patting off the chalk that had accumulated on your clothing from leaning against it.

“I’m free to go after whoever I want to,” You said, staring him in the eye. “Whether he’s pretty or not.”

To your complete and total surprise, he glared at you. Never had he given you such a hostile look before - it was either indifference, grumpiness or in the case of that walk a while ago, a smile.

“W-what’s this about, Logan?” You asked, so startled by the look on his face that you had taken to stuttering. You were tough, sure, but you didn’t know if you would be able to take Logan in a fight if he tried one. “As your friend...” You were going to add that you were worried about him and that expression, but he stopped you right away.

“Don’t try to call yourself my friend. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, for what - that bastard?” He asked, pointing to the doorway that Remy had just left from, his claws protruding from his skin.

“I haven’t been avoiding you-” You started, but you were cut off again before you could add that you weren’t ignoring him for Remy at all. You were avoiding Logan for your own damn piece of mind.

“What would you call it then?” He asked. You sucked in your breath, pretended that it was confidence, and walked up to Logan, one foot right in front of the other, your shoes making clicking noises on the wooden floor. “Teasing?” He asked once you were merely a few feet from him.

“I’d call it trying to get over you because I spent way too much time trying to make us happen when you clearly wanted nothing to do with me!” You shouted, leaning forward, shoulders thrown back, a redness tinging your face.

“Nothing to do with you?” Logan stood up, claws extending from both hands now, muscles tense almost to the point of vibration. Anger filled the room - it was hard to tell who was feeling more of it. The fear and trepidation you had felt earlier had completely dissipated. “I wanted everything to do with you! You’re the one who stopped coming to staff meetings and to breakfast!”

“Oh please, after you totally ghosted me the day after we went for that walk, I had to do something to get you off of my mind.” You rolled your eyes accusingly, frustrated with this whole situation.

“Your mind?” Quickly, Logan got into your face until you were almost nose to nose. “What the hell - what about my mind? I had to put up with seeing you and fuckface over there sneaking around when you thought no one was looking?”

“Why were you looking anyway?” You shot back.

Logan took a deep breath in through his nose and then out through his mouth. “I’ve always been looking.”

Before he could pull himself away from the argument, you took hold of his shirt, pulled him in closer, and laid a kiss right on those lips before the courage could leave you. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” You said, letting him go after the brief kiss was over.

- NSFW starts here-

“You’re a dick,” He retorted, and this time, he was the one who pulled you in, with such ferocity that his fingers ripped their way through your shirt. Yeah, you wanted to say, but your mouth was busy. And I want yours.

Well, the clothes ripping stopped at the shirt but that didn’t mean that the rest of your clothes stayed on. His shirt came off in it’s entirety, showing the stubble like body hair that was all over his chest. It was hard to believe how ripped he was, and your hands went over his chest then his abdomen, feeling every inch of his muscles. He seemed to like the attention that you were giving him, since he went back in for more kisses, appreciating the taste of your lips. His hands played at the waistband of your pants, teasingly sticking themselves in wherever there was room, then moved closer to the button. You grinded into him, giving him absolute permission.

Your button was undone, then his fingers slowly brought the zipper down. Never in your life have you ever experienced teasing like this before. You just wanted to kick your pants off across the room! Finally, they came down and you stepped out of them, your lower half clad only in your panties and a pair of black heels. You did a little twirl for him, shaking your butt to tease him right back.

“Y/N...” He said, getting down on his knees to squeeze at the cheeks, his rough fingers sending shivers up your spine. “Oh my God...” He kissed the panty line at your pelvis, then worked his way down your inner right thigh until he got to your knees, switched legs, and went right back up.

“Yeah, Logan,” You moaned. He continued to play with your asscheeks, surprising you with how much of an assman he was. He enjoyed playing with your underwear, moving it to the side to get a good look at you. He got onto his feet, picked you up, set you on a desk and stuck a finger inside of you, the fabric moved to the side. It felt so amazing good that you felt like you might just orgasm there but it got even better when his mouth reconnected with yours. Your hands went to his hair, pulling on it, massaging the scalp, as he continued to make sure that you felt every bit of pleasure that he could bring to you that way.

After a moment of that, you pushed him away. You didn’t want your first climax from Logan to be from his fingers. You were one of the few that were actually strong enough to push him, and he always seemed to forget that, for an adorable, dopey, startled expression took over his face. You weren’t as much of a tease as him when it came to taking his jeans off. You undid the button and you pulled them straight down.

You gasped as he was totally exposed to you. A rather large man like Logan was sure to be packing, but it was still a surprise to see just how nice it was. “You alright?” He grunted, looking at you with a puzzled expression. You nodded, and wrapped your hand around him, moving it from root to base to really get a feel. It was already quite hard, though the skin wrapped around it was soft.

“I am better than alright,” You told him with a smile. You thought about taking it in your mouth, but Logan had other plans. He turned you over and bent you over the desk, his arm laying on your lower back to make sure that you were staying down. You flipped your hair to one side and looked at him over your shoulder, turning your body ever so slightly so that you could look into his eyes as he slowly entered you. Your mouth was open, and if you made a sound, surely it only would have been heard by dogs and other animals. He started to pick up a rhythm that was excruciatingly pleasurable to your both. He moved one hand to the back of your neck, rubbing it and holding you up as support. You couldn’t take your eyes off of one another.

There was a definite connection there that you could only have dreamed of having. It was true that you had fancied Logan for a long time but this seemed like something more. You let out a moan and he squeezed that back of your neck and shushed you. You bit down on your lip, remembering that there were students just outside of that door. You smiled as you bit down, since you were literally living out a dream that you had been having for months.

Your body bounced back to meet with his thrusts, and you grasped at his forearm to keep yourself steady as your legs started to feel weak. The heels that you were wearing helped to push your ass up, and from the way that he was holding you, he seemed to be appreciating it. When you felt another moan coming on, your eyes pleaded with him for help to stop it, since it was really out of your control. Leaning down, his facial hair tickling your face, he brought you into another hot kiss. The smile on your face was unable to leave. “Fuck, Logan,” You whispered, putting all of your energy into pushing back against him. You were able to take a lot of the force, and he knew that, so he was far from being gentle with you.

He seemed to grow weary of this position, and picked you right up off of the desk, and dropped you onto yours, which was much longer. The only thing you had on it was a coffee mug and a couple of papers, which were easily swept to the floor. The mug broke, but neither of you cared about that now.

There you lay side by side, in a spooning position, and he entered you from behind, his thick arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. He could still, unfortunately, see the mark that Remy had left on you and wanted to eliminate it immediately. He had never felt jealousy like this before, never in all of his ears. With a growl, he pressed his lips to that spot, nibbled on your skin, determined to cover it with a mark of his own.

You caught onto his feelings, having known him long enough. Through the bliss, you smiled and moaned. “Jealous, were we?” You questioned him, lifting your leg over his so that he could get in deeper.

“Fuck off,” He muttered, smiling against your skin. Because of that, you rolled off of him, and then climbed on top so that you would be taking the control away from him, something you figured would bother him. The look of surprise on his face was good enough for you. You lowered yourself onto him and grinded down, then leaned towards him and kissed his lips.

“You can’t intimidate me away from the truth,” You said, wrapping his hair around your fingers and tugged slightly. That got him further into the mood, and he thrust up, pounding up into you deeply. You orgasmed right then and here, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. He followed soon after, biting into your shoulder, causing a definite mark, perhaps even a scar there. It was lucky your skin was tough, it would heal.

He lifted you off of him gently, and you sat on the edge of the desk while he stood up and looked for something to clean himself up with. Neither of you had used protection, you realized as you looked down at your nude lower half. He found a roll of paper towel in the closet that you kept your cleaning supplies in.

“I’d get a towel but I don’t think the students want to see their teacher like this.” Logan grunted, passing you a couple of sheets. You cleaned yourself, and your desk, as well as you could, but knew you were going straight into the shower after this.

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“What does that mean, Logan.” You sighed after a minute. You slowly put your clothes back on, watching Logan do the same. You didn’t feel an ounce of shame - okay, maybe a little for doing it in the classroom where anyone could have walked in, or worse - where Charles could have heard of you. But not for the act itself.

He knew you didn’t mean his comment about the towel. “I’ve always been fond of you, bub.”

“So Canadian.” You sighed. You approached him, and put your hand on his face. He didn’t stop you, so you pressed another kiss on his lips. It was filled with the same passion that the two of you had just spent. “I want to be yours.”

“Not Gambit’s?” He asked, raising a bushy eyebrow.

“Definitely not.” You shook your head. “As long as you want me.”

“Always.” He said, his vulnerable side coming out for once. He initiated the next kiss, but it was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Damn.”

“Come to my room tonight, you know where it is.” You said, taking a step backwards then went to answer the door. It was only a student who wanted to ask you a question about an assignment that was due the next day. You answered them, and by the time that they had left, Logan had jumped out the window and was walking outside in the blustery cold weather, a cigar in his hand. All that happened was definitely worth celebrating.

[loki-of-war]

Fixations

Summary: Everyone has them. In Illumi and Hisoka's case, however, fixations manifest in stranger ways than most.

Chapters: 1/2. ON AO3.

It’s mainly the smell what draws Illumi towards him, what halts his hand in the air mid strike, what makes him grant his victim one last wish before his death. It’s what makes his gaze to become slightly unfocused at the edges, his taste buds to start salivating, his nose to sniff compulsively— he lets the pitiful man go and follows him, knowing where his bloodless stumbling through the foliage will lead him, closer and closer still to the tantalizing scent.

He finds him like that, sitting on a log without a care in the world, his naturally narrow eyes clinically examining the corpse of the nameless competitor Illumi just let go of. There are a thousand things that can be said about Hisoka and most of them, relegating comments made about his murderous and perverted habits to the side, have to do with his distinct stylistic choices regarding his appearance— the clashing nature of brightly colored hair, the jester apparel that certainly is unfit for blending in, the exaggerated amount of make- up he subjects his skin to, the flamboyant femininity displayed in some of his clothing (the heels, Illumi thinks, unable to stop himself, and, sometimes, the earrings), but none of that is nearly as fetching or as loud as the point of reunion of a dozen of hovering crimson butterflies: Hisoka is wounded, Illumi knows that, has known for at least two days after he cleared the Tower and found Hisoka waiting at the bottom; he remembers that ever since he has caught his gaze straying to Hisoka’s shoulder often, he remembers his surprise every time, the painful ache in his chest, the pleasant humming in the undercurrent of his thoughts, the waves of cold and heat taking a hold of his body in intervals, and how all of that returns to him, like an electric shock to his system, as his attention succumbs to the bloody pucker of skin on the magician’s shoulder, all the more violent for how it contrasts with the man’s otherwise immaculate looks.

The cut was superficial, but it broke through Hisoka’s defenses (maybe on purpose) and the flaps of flesh are obscenely apart from each other, the borders are crude looking, severed, a bit corroded from not receiving treatment, and the layer of meat that laid protected beneath still retains a fleshy color that warms Illumi’s guts, that looks healthy and pretty enough to slide a tongue in the midst of it, perhaps, and—

The taste. Imagining the taste, Illumi swallows incandescent words, burying pins on his palms to ground himself.

For the life of him he can’t remember much of the exchange that occurred right then, except for the nonchalance in which Hisoka shrugged away his current state, the subdued joy in the upward twist of his mouth, and the uncaring contour of his wounded shoulder; exposed, an upsetting range of red, it was hard to look away from the open slide of flesh. A butterfly harmlessly descended on top of his arm, aiming for the wound. Illumi couldn’t stop staring at the tiny little feet that went under the first layer of skin and touched the hearth below.

There is a bruise on Hisoka’s face. Angry, it ravishes half of his visage— a combination of red, green and purple that darkens to almost black then fades into less swollen skin at the right side of his nose. There is no ridiculous drawing on that cheek, just the big, perfectly placed bruise, on top of which an eye slouches, nearly shut. His lips, for the first time in a long while, are coated in a deep burgundy that brings into stark relief the vivacious curve of his mouth plus the insistent notoriety of the mark. When a tongue comes out to moisture them, they glisten, wet and alluring.

Illumi takes his cup of tasteless black coffee, brings it to his mouth to have an excuse not to speak, and imagines the flow of a different liquid as he swallows. His legs cross beneath the table. Hisoka grins, worsening the beat up vibe he is so obviously going for because, for a moment, he is on the cusp of innocence, blissfully ignorant of the effect his rotten smile has, put in the same package as the dark coloration distinctly indecent as it blooms next to it.

“You look positively parched,” Hisoka purrs, every bit as arrogant and unself-conscious, like there is not a hair out of place, not a thing out of ordinary, “Rough day?” The smirk he is wearing curls around the straw of his strawberry milkshake and starts sucking.

Sharp nails ascend to the perturbed surface of his inflamed cheek, tapping, absentmindedly tracing the edges of the aggression.

“Not particularly,” And Illumi’s gaze flies to the table, to the window, the comings and goings of the environment surrounding their enforced bubble.

Illumi rubs his thighs together, willing the scorching heat pooling there to go elsewhere.

He spends the duration of their meeting terribly distracted, eyes averted as much as they can from the man sitting in front of him.

Once, Illumi is bothered enough by Hisoka to make a grab for him. He is talking nonsense about Killua, again, the jaw that keeps mouthing off is asking to be rearranged, again, and Illumi doesn’t allow a second of hesitation to detain him from trapping an elegant wrist in the grip of his violence-seeking fingers. Consequence does not take long to arrive, and by the time Illumi realizes his mistake it’s already too late, he is already exerting pressure, his fingers are already molding the skin in their hold, bone is already creaking in protest and Hisoka’s expression is already turning delirious.

He couldn’t have foreseen the malleable quality of Hisoka’s wrist, nor the way it tenderly yields when he pushes on; Illumi releases him, and it really doesn’t matter that he did, because he can still feel the spiking pulse beating against his fingers, can fully visualize the damning evidence of his anger, the indentations crawling all over the circle of his wrist, furiously throbbing drops of ink that reproduce the form of the assassin’s pads.

“Oh,” the jester sighs, nearly in a daze, and cradles his arm against his chest, like a flustered maiden. He is shivering, licking his lips, throat blushing. Shamelessly excited as well as seemingly defenseless, his wrist fragile looking, bare and aggressively changing from red to purple, getting more and more sore, impossibly roused, and there is Illumi, thrumming with energy because he felt it bend, felt it crumble under him, was the one who made it so, so breakable, so delicate. His own wrist trembles, his fingers clench and unclench, aching with the ghost of Hisoka’s skin.

That night, when Illumi slips a hand inside his pajama pants, it’s to the memory of a bulging wrist and the surprised ‘o’ shaping of an impertinent mouth.

He doesn't wonder what a ring of bruises would look like adorning the underside of muscled thighs, his hands tightly wrapped around them, sinking in, merging as one.

He doesn't choke at the fantasy of grabbing onto oddly bony heels and forcing them far away from one another, revealing all that there is to feed on, of squeezing poking hips until they are flushed in the image of his iron grip, pelvic bone slapping into phalanges, melting beneath them.

His mouth doesn't waver  and drool at the non existent sensation of jawbone giving in to the loving assault of fangs as they leave rows and rows of leaking bites, of lips coercing lips into submission, swallowing the irreverent commentary, the venomous spiel, substituting them with his spit and the might of his want.

Moreover, Illumi doesn't wonder what it would be like to take a piece of him for himself, tug dermis and blood free, a piece of an ear, or a finger, or the area slightly under the curve of his ass, or an agitated nipple, and chew on it, chew on the meat like it were from any other animal, savor the leathery, fibrous thing till' it is engraved into the core of his being that it is finally a possession of his. Only his.

“You are hurting me ♡” Hisoka sing songs, eyes alight, while Illumi tears unintentionally at the raised flesh of the slice that grazed him on the stomach.

“By the sound of your voice, you clearly do not dislike it.” Illumi states, immersed in the hungry opening bleeding tendrils over the hard knobs of muscle firmly etched on Hisoka’s torso; it’s not his fault that digits stray, sticky with blood, near the raw outlines, that the others, careful not to reveal their longing, prod the dark markings accumulating close to the injury.

It’s Hisoka’s fault for looking like he does, he concludes. For revealing himself and not considering that someone might want to disrupt him entirely with dark, dark, dark dots, splashes of harm, scratches running at the downside of his jaw, puncturing holes that would gape at Illumi hungrily from the vast expansion of a toned chest.

Hisoka’s smirk widens the more Illumi prompts his pain.

He fights to not give Hisoka the pleasure of seeing him slurp on a wet finger. Or the sight of his tongue, slipping inside the warm folds of his insides.

He is observing, he justifies, he is taking note of the extent of the damage, measuring how truly hurt he is, and for that he must pinch, stretch, sink, probe and feel. Give and take; Hisoka called him first, told him he was hurt, said he couldn’t afford Machi’s treatment—this is in no relation to anyone’s personal satisfaction. The way Hisoka is laying on the ground, leaning on his elbows, yellow peeking through hooded slits and fanning lashes, is not why Illumi is here. Nor is the pretty frame he makes, subdued by his bruises, rendered vulnerable with his shirt riding to his clavicles, tempting in the unexpected acceptance of his situation, of the handling of his wounds, resigned, like he can only lay back and receive whatever he is given, but at the same time derives great gratification from the helplessness of the compromising position he has put himself in.

Hisoka is no battered housewife. That doesn’t mean he has not perfected the looks of one, deforming the concept to the farthest extremes of wanton depravity. Forcefully making it his own.

Hisoka laughs, as if he has always known the twisted musings that whisper murder on the shell of his ear.

“Are you going to heal me anytime soon?” He provokes, too smug for Illumi to stand, and the next thing he knows, fingers are buried in the partings of skin.

In spite of his previous struggles, he lets go, and is overwhelmed by the consummation of thoughts he deemed solely proper to examine at night, in his room, and the palpitations of life, the squelching noise of his fingers as they tread through a thick mass of liquid, the viscous contact of that which doesn’t feel like skin at all, sets his navel on fire. Briefly, he cannot move or breathe, but Hisoka bites his lip, arousal darkens his sly, sharp features, and everything about him instantaneously looks sinful, intent enough for Illumi’s fingers to curl mildly and—

If Hisoka cries to the heaven’s, his eyes losing focus, his breaths turning to pants and moans; if his teeth bite into the back of his hand to muffle the proof of how much he wants this; if Illumi vibrates in barely contained excitement at the feel of Hisoka, his blood, and the feverish fervor taking over the two of them, and if his neck is bending low, and Hisoka is a stuttering mess in desperation as foreign but wanted lips wrap around the tremor of a hipbone and slowly kiss their ravenous way to where blood is dripping at a moderate pace…

Well, nobody has to know.

Some say it was the first time they touched when true love knocked on their door; palms accidentally meeting over a fallen object, the catalyst for the unique encounter.

Others say it was the first contact of eyes, finding the shade of the fated one’s irises in a sea of strangers, the shy brushing of pupils across a room.

For Illumi, it was the first time Hisoka came to him covered in several different versions of black, blue and violet.

It was the unknowingly sensuous cut on his bottom lip, bleeding still, making the soft mound of flesh look plump, ripe for exploiting with teeth, ready to burst with life; it was the haughty rise of eyebrows that stood defiant against the gash set across the bridge of his nose, turning the skin there to an anxious dark color that begged to blossom, to bleed its juices free of its prison, to be touched by yearning claws and be ripped open anew; it was the collar of finger prints lining the stretch of his long neck that could have easily been printed in the shape of Illumi’s hand; it was the shadowed stare Hisoka gave him, right lid obscured by coagulated blood, so poignant and bright when the rest of the canvas was blank and pure.

It was that Hisoka looked beautiful when helpless, when he was everything but, when his personality and manners were the contrary of defiled innocence, yet the victimized semblance, the abused flesh, and the needful, pathetic disposition fit him as beautifully as the golden gleam of his eyes; they molded and were as one with the naked vulgarity that was Hisoka whole, with his shameless quips, the nasty tongue, the burning orbs that refused to shield their desire, the body that was both a weapon and a tool to be used.

Injuries, Illumi had thought then, were at the peak of their glory when they were gently caressed upon Hisoka’s skin.

[qhuinnbdb]

Night In - Part 2

Co-written by @ToTheGrahve, @Dehstruction and @Qhuinn_BDBFM

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 Qhuinn:   *Lockdown was a shit show and then some, especially when the only ones unaccounted for were Crhis and Grahve.  Their fellow trainees told Cop that they were headed out to the Iron Mask last time they spoke to them, and that’s where I was heading right now.  Scattering my molecules into the cool night air, the landscape below me blurred into one until I slowed as I got closer to my destination.  Taking form in the darkest part of the alley behind the club was easy enough since human eyes couldn’t see shit back here.  

 I headed into the club and straight up to the VIP section.  Nada. Standing by the window, overlooking the dance floor, mismatched eyes scanned the entire club and still found nothing.  Fuck.  The only place I was yet to look were the bathrooms, and if they were there… Yeah.  Shit was about to go down, and there was no telling which way it would hit the fan.

 I turned and waved a hand at the waitress throwing her off.  Okay, I wasn’t my usual self, but I wasn’t here to drink and pick up ass.  I was here on a mission, and as I made my way to the back where the bathroom stalls were, I closed my eyes as the scent of sweat and sex hit me.  A low growl vibrated through me and it wasn’t the good kind of growl.  No. I was fucking pissed off.  

 As I stood at the entrance of the men’s bathroom, I contemplated my next move.  Check every stall to see if they’re in it?  I couldn’t sense them here, but I hadn’t been with either of them for about a year, so I wouldn’t sense them.  Fuck.  There was no way I was about to interrupt them if they were at it anyway.  Choices and all that.

 Leaving them to go back to the mansion on their own wasn’t an option.  Not with the threat out there.  They could handle themselves, but Lash was a tricky bastard, and I wasn’t leaving anything to chance.  I made up my mind to hang around the far entrance of the bathrooms to see if they emerge, and as I leaned back against the wall, my phone vibrated in my jacket pocket.  It was Cop letting me know that Crhis and Grahve had returned and were both in the dorms.

 I let out a curse and headed out the club and back to the alley, dematerializing back home*

Crhis: [Pushing Grahve's head down into the mattress, my pace slowed a fraction, just enough to shift closer and then it was all consuming once again. The scent of sex so thick in the air you could carve it up; my hindbrain throwing warning bells that the door was unlocked and the peanut gallery beyond the walls could hear everything from the grunts, groans, quiet demands and growls to the shattered lamp that we'd managed to fuck off the end table. Bedding strewn about as half the furniture haphazardly rearranged, the outside world was strangely shut off.

 I didn't think: I fucked. My partner was twofold that. Shunting my hips hard into G's and wrapping an arm around his waist, I pulled him back up against me and clapped my free hand around his throat with a growl. Sweat slicked skin greased the two of us, my hips beating an up-thrust tempo that drowned out everything around us.]

 Grahve:

My body was a riot of sensation. It was all that mattered. Not the room. Not the walls. Not anything outside them either. My fingers were a tangle in the sheets as I clung to the mattress, nearly ripping the pillow in half with my fangs as I tried not to cry out. My cock was a hard line against my thighs and abdomen, my balls aching for release as I held off and rode wave after wave of pleasure.

 Crhis pulled me up, the hand at my throat maintaining the control I was plenty ready to let him have. I mean, wasn’t that part of what this night had been about? My partner, needing to let loose and take control. Points to me for being a fucking /excellent/ facilitator.

 A moan dragged itself past my lips as the male thrust into that sweet spot, and damn if I didn’t nearly lose it. I may have been pinned against the slick heat of his body, but my hands were free to do whatever they damn pleased, and one of them wrapped around my aching length, stroking to match his thrusts.

 The air shifted, and reflexively my eyes went to the door. My hand went still as shock punctured the erotic haze. Qhuinn stood in the doorway, one hand on the door handle, the other a fist as those incredible dual eyes stared at us. A part of me whiplashed into fear; if Q possessed any of the bonded male urges Crhis had I was about to see another ass kicking. Or my death. But another part whispered at me that even now, the male looked good. Great. Hot AF.

 …fuck.

 Qhuinn:   *I followed the scent of sweat and sex which led me to the dorm room that chilled my blood.  From the scent and the sounds I knew who was inside, but I opened the door to look and the sight that greeted me filled me with the kind of anger I didn’t know I possessed.  My hands clenched into tight fists as I watched my male… Crhis… fuck Grahve like his life depended on it.  

 Grahve noticed me standing in the doorway, and seeing him at the fine turn, about to explode had my cock rock hard and throbbing in my leathers.  Lifting a finger to my lips and winking to silence him, I stepped inside the room and silently closed and locked the door.  

 Leaning back against the closed door, arms crossed over my chest, I watched the two males and stayed quiet for them to finish.  I wasn’t about to begrudge them their pleasure, but I wanted Crhis to know I had been here for the grand finale.  

 I focused on Grahve’s face and blocked Crhis out completely, because I knew if I didn’t, this would end in bloodshed*

 Crhis: [My nuts ached with the deep burn of a hard release begging off, but like all things lately, I was in for the longest haul I could ride out. Gripping G's hip and growling something that didn't make any sense, the change in his posture tipped his pelvis enough to let me drive harder and deeper than before.

 All other thoughts were locked away, compartmentalized and just…. gone. Fingers dug into the meaty flesh of the male's side, my head dropping to his shoulder as a rush hit me full on.

 The tip of my cock tingled, balls sucking up deeper and I knew this release would net the both of us a little breather; we'd been fucking since double tapping the female at the club, and that started as soon as we were able to demat from the compound to the club. Blinding sensation rode my shaft and made laps around my boys before shagging my spine with the endgame. Some deep-throated grunt echoed between our heartbeats and bellowed curses bounced off Grahve's shoulder while my hard grip held him firm in spite of the jackhammer-pounding my hips were tattooing his ass with and poured the contents of my balls into him.

 Minutes passed.. or had it been hours into dawn?.. before I caught my breath enough to slide my hands over my partner's skin and… wait. Grahve hadn't moved, at least not that I'd consciously felt him. Drawing back and shifting to my feet with a stretch, I reached down and smacked his ass.]

 Food and a hot shower, yeah?

 [When Grahve didn't immediately reply, I looked up, half expecting to see him face first on the bed asleep, or, I don't know, something. But it wasn't G I saw.

 A universe of emotion ran the gauntlet through me, breaking down the locked door like a racehorse bursting through the gate. Possessiveness. Anger. Surprise. Envy. Anxiety. Sadness. Guilt. Hope. Every one of those bastards were neck and neck jockeying for first place.

 My pulse picked up and it wasn't from the marathon fuck sesh I'd just been in. Those green and blue eyes seared into mine as my heart dropped.]

 Qhuinn.

 Grahve:

I wish I could say my climax had been as earth shattering as Crhis’, but damn, when a third party was staring you down with sex /and/ murder in their eyes, it was hard to stay in the mood.

 My body ached at my partner’s release, at the heat and friction of him, but I didn’t find my own, instead waiting for the male’s train to roll into the same station I was delayed in; Oh fuck, I’ma Die Central. Even as he slid away from me, as the connection broke, I knew the instant he became aware of our voyeur. A stillness swept the room, the quiet before the storm. Then his name.

 ‘Qhuinn’.

 It didn’t matter that it was one word; there was so much feeling behind it, so much complicated emotion that I almost winced to hear it. Then I was shifting off the bed, standing between them. Buck naked, still hard, covered in sweat. And other things. I’d never, ever, been in a more awkward situation.

 “I… should go…”

 I think? I mean, I dunno what the fuck I was supposed to do but Qhuinn walking in on us making it like bunnies wasn’t how I’d pictured ending the night; and I still didn’t wanna die. No guarantees I wouldn’t yet either as I snagged up a sheet and tried to wrap it around my waist, taking one tentative step toward the door.

 Qhuinn:   *To say my life had been one shitstorm after the next was the understatement of the year and boy oh boy it wasn’t done with throwing whatever it could at me.  As I watched Crhis and Grhave fucking to their heart's content, well, Crhis anyway, I felt nauseated. The rollercoaster of emotions that filled me had me spinning so damn bad, I was sure the contents of my stomach would make an appearance on the floor.

 The look on Crhis’s face when he saw me, was priceless.  My name leaving his lips in a heart stopping whisper, was filled with emotion and that told me all I needed to know.  The anger that filled me was subdued by a sense of dread. A whirlwind of emotions made an appearance long enough to have my mind reeling and then some, until all the emotions left and only one remained.  Disappointment.

 I wasn’t sure who I was disappointed in.  Crhis… for fucking Grahve, or myself for thinking Crhis and I had more than we obviously did. Who was I fooling anyway thinking we had something more.  The word MINE formed in my mind and I quickly scowled it back into hiding.  That word had no place in this fucking room and nor did I.

 There would be no judgement from me.  Scribe knows I’ve had my fare share of sexual partners before and after Crhis.  My mismatched eyes had been set on Crhis the entire time but as Grahve spoke my eyes shifted to him, pinning him with a cold look*

 Stay where you are.

 *My voice cold and emotionless.  My heart raw and aching as I turned my focus back to Crhis*  Yes, that’s my name.  5 gold stars for you.  Thanks for keeping me entertained.  Who’s next?  

 Crhis:  [Grahve's voice barely registered that he was still in the room but all I could see was the male with blue and green eyes who consumed my every day and night time thoughts.

 The same male that told me more than once that he wasn't giving up seeing other people to go exclusive. And as a kick to the gut with that little reminder, we hadn't been together since even or spoken to each other except for training and classes. So Qhuinn couldn't have been looking for me; he'd been looking for my partner.

 Whom he'd just walked in on me fucking.

 This night wasn't going to end well, as if it started that way back at the club. All the emotion that flooded me moments ago had drained dry just as fast, leaving the familiar tick of anger that had always been my go-to. But as I spoke, even that steam fizzled out and I felt hollow.]

 What the fuck? No one's next.

 You thought I did this for your “entertainment”? Fucking Scribe.

 [Growling a low curse and shaking my head, I started looking around for my clothes to get dressed. I figured I'd leave the two of them to discuss whatever between them and I'd hit the showers down in the training center.]

 Grahve:

My hands stalled for a moment as I tied the sheet, then managed to finish it. Swallowing down a fresh flutter of nerves, I stayed where I was, my hands falling to my sides and balling into fists. Qhuinn’s tone was frigid, the coldest I’d ever heard him speak, let alone to me. Yeah, I wasn’t a fan, but considering the situation I wasn’t altogether surprised.

 The emotional tension in the air wafting from one male to the other was almost painful. Made worse from me being the man on the outside looking in. Nothing /I/ said was going to help them right now; not even when I could sense that this feuding hurt them both. Couldn’t they see this? They wanted each other… they just didn’t know ‘how’ to want each other.

 “Look, clearly you two need to talk this shit out. Preferably without me in the middle ‘or’ me on the floor, bloody and in pain. Unless you’d like a referee. Could probably do that,” I added, wondering if I was starting to ramble. Probably was. Side effect of being nervous as fuck. “Just cause, well, you two clearly only have eyes for each other and I reckon if I actually shut up long enough you’d forget I was here anyway and I could just walk out…”

 At the looks on both their faces I shut up. One, because I didn’t wanna bleed any time soon, and two, cause I was now gonna use that idea and get the fuck outta here the second they were too busy dealing with each other. There was only so much awkward love and sexual tension I could handle in a room this size.

 Qhuinn:   *My mismatched eyes reflected my mood as I gave Crhis a once over while he spoke.  Some part of me wanted to rip him to shreds while another part of me cursed about this situation being partly my doing.  I’d been avoiding Crhis for months and I’d gone out of my way to treat him like any other trainee.  Nothing special, right?  Well, fuck.  He was special and the crystal clear fact that right now he didn’t know how special, was on me.  I made him believe he meant nothing more than a fuck here and there.  

 Truth was, I started pulling away from him because he started meaning too much to me.  I thought putting distance between us would do the trick to get my mind on a different track, but the way I felt right now, while and after seeing him with Grahve was a ball buster reality check.  

 The only problem… I was too fucked off to tell him any of that.  I could feel my body vibrating on a level that spelled doom, and it took a few moments and a couple of really deep breaths, while Grahve was yacking, to get my shit together enough to let out a cold, but not life threatening reply to both the males in the room*

 Both of you will get dressed and sit your fucking asses down.

 *Before Crhis got a chance to object, I added*  It’s not open for debate.  Sit the fuck down.

 *Once both were dressed and sitting on the bed, I walked over to the far corner of the small dorm room and crossed my arms over my chest.  My tone dropped from cold to almost luke warm*

 The mansion is on lockdown.  We have all the time we need to sort this out.  Let’s start by stating the obvious here.  I’ve been fucking both of you and I see you’ve been fucking each other too.  There was a time that I would be impressed or interested in joining this party, but that time has long passed for me.  I’ve always been a straight shooter and a heads up would have sufficed, but since you two fucks choose to do what you please, it’s time I tell you how things are gonna go.

 *With arms still crossed over my chest, I started a slow pace from wall to wall*

 Whatever this *waving my hand between the two males* is, now is the time to tell me how serious it is.

 Crhis: [Ice blue eyes flashed up to the male's blue and green ones, a very fine, FUCK YOU I'M OUT on the tip of my tongue ready to drop at the male's feet and be on my way. I'd only half heard what G had said, something about “having eyes for each other” was about all that filtered and I kicked it into the file folder I labeled NMB - Not My Biz. Between them was just that: between them. And I’d only suckered myself into the middle of shit I wasn’t ready to deal with.

 But something held me in check and to say I took my sweet time getting dressed would have been overkill. Clothes had been flung far and around and with less thought than it took to blink; neither Grahve nor myself had any other thought in our minds once the door clicked shut behind us.

 Dropping my ass on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room that was big enough sans the floor, and finished lacing my shitkickers, my arms crossed my chest in a tight knot as I stared ahead to avoid looking at the hulking body that was making grooves in the hardwood. Whatever the warrior had to say to Grahve wasn’t something I needed to sit in and play witness to. Add to the fact that my partner looked less than pleased at being ordered around like some young. It didn't set well with me either. Grahve was pissed; aside from pointing it at Lessers and acting on it, it wasn't a look I wanted directed at me.

 Surprisingly, it didn’t feel like it was. Go fig.

 All manner of retorts filed a long line to answer Qhuinn. From Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me who I can and can’t fuck? to, Why do you even care? Or this one, None of your fucking business, you fuck who you want without a ‘courtesy heads up’, so why should it matter who I fuck? Why are you putting Grahve through this? Are you going to fuck him in front of me now as payback? Propose to the male? Fuck.. the shitstorm brewing in my mind of what could possibly be blurted out without thought made me put a lockdown of my own on my mouth until I could sort shit.

 Damn Lassiter and his talks about keeping shit cool and thinking things through. Mother. Fucking. Angel. Anger. Therapy.]

 This was the first time we....

 Grahve:

“Not,” I cut in over Crhis (assuming he’d been going to say what was on the tip of ‘my’ tongue), “that it’s /any/ of your business.”

 Sure, I had self preservation instincts, but I also had this handy thing called a spine. Playing the meek and mild child seated on the edge of the bed was /so/ not happening. I’d been hunting Lessers and the like by myself for decades. I was a fighter, a soldier, before I’d even come to Caldwell. And getting caught between these two males and their bucket-of-Bonded-Male-fuck-it was working my last nerve.

 Getting up, my hands fisted at my sides to stay ready lest ‘someone’ attacked. I glared.

 “You wanna talk about not sharing when you literally started screwing me without ever once telling me or Crhis the other was a bed buddy of yours? Fuckin’ hypocrite much? You don’t get to come in here all wounded soldier and talk down to him, to us, like we’ve betrayed you or done something wrong. YOU set the rules for this game, buddy,” I growled low. “And now you’re pissed off ‘cause we’re playing exactly how you showed us. You wanna be done with games and all this shit?”

 I thrust a finger at Crhis, the guy I’d taken a bullet for and would again, while staring down Qhuinn, the Brother who’d dared take a chance on some smart ass, gun toting stranger. My heart ached as my voice wavered.

 “Fucking /m-mate/ him. Otherwise you’re just a bastard that wants to have his cake and eat it too.”

 I took a step away from the bed, away from them both, and let out a shaky breath. Staring between them, I tried to ignore the fear. Not the fear of pain or injury, but the fear of loss. I cared for these males, more even than I cared for myself, but if I was in any way what was tearing them apart? Then I had to remove myself from the equation. If they couldn’t make the call… I could make it for them. It would be my last gift; the hope that I could help mend whatever was broken.

 Qhuinn:   *The tension in the room hung like a thick rope around my neck.  Crhis’s actions didn’t match his voice or his words.  He was aggressive on the best of days and the aggression oozed off him now, but Grahve…  This little fucker went from 0 to 100 with an attitude to boot.  

 I had a good mind of shoving my shitkicker up his ass, but he had a point.  I was the one with the commitment issue and it has always been better to fuck around with whoever, rather than get too close to one person who can end up crushing the living breath from your lungs when things went south.

 Walking over to Grahve, I poked my finger at his chest  My voice dripping with warning* Get the fuck out.  Now.

 *Without waiting to see if he left, I focused on Crhis*  You didn’t answer my fucking question.  How serious are things between you and Grahve?

 Crhis:  [My eyes widened then narrowed. What the fuck did Grahve just say? Yeah, I didn’t find out until after the fact that Qhuinn was fucking both of us, and that was when the warrior dropped the little bomb that he wasn’t giving up his extracurricular with Grahve. When all that stopped between us, and the less than subtle ignoring I’d gotten from the male during outside training and classes, I came to accept that Qhuinn had made his choice in my partner. Didn’t have to like it, but whatever. I accepted.

 Not one of my brighter ideas to fuck my rotation partner, but no way to turn back from that now. We’d both gone into that little activity heavy handed and willingly participated without reservations. I stood in a rush, ready to break between the two of them if fists went to flying; G did take a bullet for me, and I’d be damned to hell if I wasn’t going to have his back if shit headed south for any reason. Most of what my partner said was what I too had thought, but kept my mouth shut. What I couldn’t get a grip on was that fact that my mind still trying to reel around what Grahve said about mating. Which had to be a joke. Right?

 Only.. neither male was laughing.

 The instant G stepped back for a breather my own lungs deflated, my body taking on a prickly feeling, but I still kept an eye on the two of them. Just in case. And yet, Q still made another move to my partner, this time telling him to leave before turning those mismatched eyes on me.]

 You know, I think I did answer that. But since you must have missed it, I’ll be gracious enough to say it again. [I caught Grahve out of the corner of my eye, standing back like he was waiting for something. To jump in, or to bolt, I didn’t know.] I got this, G, we’re good.

 [I never looked away from Qhuinn as got in his face and spoke.] It was a one time thing. First time. /Only/ time.

 [The words stung more than I thought they would have, but it was simple truth. Grahve was my partner, my (only) friend and I wasn’t going to jeopardize that by making more out of our quick-n-rough romp than it was. Qhuinn could very well end up being my fucking kryptonite.]

 Grahve:

That… hurt a lot more than I thought it would. With Crhis’ affirmation I should go I turned for the door, but not before catching my partner’s final words. It felt like a blow, my head twitching as I sucked in a breath then shook it off.

 It was the final kick in the ass I needed to open the door and step out, shutting it quietly behind me. Mercifully the trainee area was quiet, no one around to witness my walk of shame back to my own room as I took one unsteady step after another.

 My hand curled around the door handle but stopped there. The idea of going into the double room with only myself as company seemed positively atrocious. Leaning forward, I rested my head against the hardwood and closed my eyes. The past ten minutes played out in my head, a dizzying re-run that only made my stomach flip and turn harder.

 Was that it? I’d walked out. They both wanted me to leave. We were… done.

 I gasped at the sharp punch to my gut, the ache around my heart.

 “What the fuck…”

 ...if this was love, connection… then I was glad I hadn’t bothered with it most of my life. It hurt in ways I didn’t know how to heal. Bullet wounds needed stitches and bandages, but this? I didn’t know what medical tools or equipment could excise this ache.

 Pushing back from the door, I turned and strode toward the exit. Pushing all that messy, painful emotion to the back of my mind, I closed the door on it and locked it down fuckin’ tight. With any luck, about fifty drinks would help me forget where I hid the key.

 Qhuinn:   *The air shifted as the two males exchanged words and glances.  Two males who clearly cared more for each other than Crhis was admitting.  Not my fucking problem right now. I wanted this shit show to be over with.  I wanted out of this room.  Without turning to watch Grahve leave, I felt the sting as the door closed. That fucker grew on a male and he had worked his way into some resemblance of feelings in my life.  

 Whatever.  It was fucking over now.

 Aggression and irritation exuded from Crhis’s life force.  Our faces were mere inches apart and I was tempted to grip the back of his neck and crush my lips to his, but instead, I curled my lips over my fangs, growling the words*  Yeah, fucking right.  

 The anger on Crhis’s face stung because deep down I knew I was the cause of all of this. I was the one who pushed him away. Whatever transpired here with these trainees tonight was nothing more than two single males fucking, and I had no right to be pissed off about it.

 The question now…  Do I still want this to work with us.

 #NightIn Part 2 - #BondedBrothers

[babbushka]

Someone Like Him

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

2.2k ; No warnings, just a lot of fluff!

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If there was one thing true more than anything else about all the reasons you loved him, it was that once your husband had his heart set on something, he was going to accomplish it.

You knew this of course, having been by Flip’s side for so long, but sometimes…well some times it was far more evident than others. Sometimes he displayed such a creative streak of ingenuity, that you wondered just what the extent of that quick-thinking capability was, if there was even a limit to it at all.

The house was completely snowed in. A freak blizzard at the end of March rendering all your plans for the evening useless, namely an early showing at the cinema and lunch from your favorite diner, now all closed from the unexpected weather. Some Fridays, Flip liked to take you out on the kind of dates you shared way back in the early days, the days where he was still too shy to ask to hold your hand.

Now though, now you’ve been together for so long that he takes your hand in his own with ease, palms only a little sweaty. He still takes you on these dates, because he’s a sentimental man, but also because he’s a firm believer that that honeymoon phase never has to end. You agreed.

Get dolled up anyway, Flip had said when the two of you woke up to darkened rooms and a muffled soundscape that morning courtesy of 60 inches of snow, Don’t come downstairs, I’ve got an idea.

That had been hours ago, as noon was now quickly approaching. As the morning had progressed, there were all sorts of sounds of scuffling coming from the downstairs spaces. The kitchen clunked and clanged, furniture dragged against the carpeted floors in the living room, and while you were upstairs debating which string of pearls to wear, you could hear him swearing and cursing up a storm.

You offered the occasional, honey are you alright? To which he replied with a hasty, yeah ketsl don’t come down yet!

But now as noon was on the horizon, the usual time that you and Flip would leave the house for a matinee and milkshake, those noises were coming to an end.

In fact, very soon the only noise was that of a knock on the bedroom door.

“Who is it?” You call pretending to be your mother, like you were a teenager again and Flip was picking you up in his dad’s ’58 oldsmobile.

“Philip Zimmerman ma’am, is (Y/N) home?” Flip asks from the other side of the closed door. You could hear the smile in his voice, could hear how pleased he was that you were playing along.

“She might be.” You respond with a cheeky sort of faux-apprehension, as if you might make things difficult for him.

“Might she be free to spend the day with me? I’ll have her home before dark, honest.” Flip sounds nothing like his younger self, his voice far too deep and resonant, far too confident.

But as you brush a final lock of hair into place and you stand from your vanity, opening the door to reveal your handsome husband makes you nearly emotional, memories of those early dates rushing back to your mind as he stands there with a bouqet of flowers he stole from one of the vases in the dining room.

You grin as he hands it to you, stems still a little wet from the water they had been sitting in, and you take them happily, closing the bedroom door behind you, pressing yourself up against him in the hallway.

“You can keep me as long as you’d like.” You whisper, looking up at him through your lashes as you take a sniff of the beautiful tulips he had presented you.

“I know, but it’s only polite.” He leans in to softly kiss your cheek, a chaste kiss that reminds you very much of how he used to be so worried your family would scold him if he did anything more…salacious while they could potentially see.

“What are you planning, Mr. Zimmerman?” You ask, both a playful continuance of this little game of pretend, but also genuine curiosity at what the hell he’d been up to this whole time.

“I promised my girl a movie and a bite to eat, and that’s what I intend to give her.” He offers you his arm, and you waste no time in linking your through it.

 When he leads you down the stairs, your eyebrows shoot up in an impressed excitement. He really was so creative when he needed to be, wasn’t he? You think to yourself as the living room comes into full view.

He had converted it somehow into a movie theater. Flip had rearranged the couches so that there was a free wall, which he had positioned the loveseat in front of so that the two of you could snuggle up and watch something together. The curtains are all closed, not that it does much as snow covers all the windows, making the room nearly pitch black.

Or at least it would be pitch black, if not for the tea-candles that he had lit in a long aisle, to create something like the strips of lighting in theaters that were used to illuminate the rows of seats.

But the most impressive part to you out of all of this, was the proper film projector that was positioned just behind the loveseat.

“Honey where did you get this?” You ask, setting the flowers back down in the vase Flip had taken them from. You’d never seen this in the house before, and you spent all day every day here! How had he managed to hide it from you?

“One of the guys at the station was getting rid of it yesterday right after work because he said it took up too much space, I thought I’d rescue it from a life at the junkyard – it’s in perfect fuckin’ condition can you believe he wanted to dump it?” Flip shakes his head, as he lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke.

The smoke caught in the beams of light from the projector as Flip turned the machine on, and you grinned when you saw that he had figured out the distance for it to perfectly fill the large wall.  

“Sure beats turning on the TV, huh?” You tease, so fond of your husband, fond of the way he can see the potential in everything.

“Look I’ve even got some reels.” Flip hoists up a big metal cannister, before turning to you and presenting you with, “Does the young lady want…Top Hat? Or…Top Hat?”

“Hmm, two tickets for Top Hat please.” You take your time deliberating this very difficult choice, and when you give him your answer Flip nods and hmms in agreement, like you made the right one.

“Alright, that’ll be one kiss.” He informs you, and you frown with mock disappointment.

“Only one?” You pout.

But Flip nods anyway, and he sucks down one more puff of his cigarette before setting the cannister down and pulling you into an embrace. He blows smoke out of his nose like he’s some great dragon, and you wind your arms around his broad shoulders, plucking the Camel out from between his teeth and pulling him down for a kiss by the light of the projector.

Your mouth parts for his tongue easily, happily, and you sigh against his lips when they smile against you. He tastes like nicotine and love, and you almost don’t realize how starved you were for his kisses with him being busy all morning, until you’ve got him in your arms once again.

He caresses you while you breathe against each other, while your lips take their fill of one another. One of his hands smooths down your body and clings to the small of your back, the other cupping the nape of your neck and holding you close close close. You smile, and he smiles, smiles so wide that it’s hard to keep kissing him after a while, because you’re chuckling against his lips and his nose keeps nudging yours slightly from silent shakes of his own happiness.

“Keep the change.” You whisper when you finally pull away, the both of you breathing heavy, your eyes closed as you press your foreheads together.

“Could you pop some popcorn?” Flip asks in the quiet of the living room, making you crack up just from the sudden change in mood, and soon he’s laughing too, explaining, “I didn’t want to set the fuckin’ kitchen on fire.”

“Again.” You wink at him, handing him back his cigarette which he happily takes another drag from as he follows you into the kitchen.

“Watch it ketsl.” He gives your ass a little pat and you shimmy your hips at the stove, putting on the Jiffy Pop.

 When the silver bag has all but nearly burst and the projector is playing the soft image of Ginger Rogers and Frank Sinatra, you and your husband curl up on the loveseat. Occasionally, you reach into the bag at the same time, your fingers brushing up against one another. You playfully fight each other for the popcorn, which ends in Flip gently tossing kernels of the buttered snack into your mouth, occasionally missing your mouth and hitting your face on purpose just to get you laughing.

You’ve seen this movie probably a hundred times, but it was always one you kept coming back to. The quick wit had you laughing, the songs had you humming, and the music, well.

“Dance with me?” You look up with wide hopeful eyes at your husband, when the orchestra strikes up once again as Fred and Ginger launch into a choreography that you could only dream of following one day.

He indulges you with a shake of his head and sigh, and a, “As long as you don’t step on my toes.”

You scoff and roll your eyes dramatically as he offers you a hand which you gladly take, let yourself be pulled against him like a magnet. You waltz around the living room to the tune of Cheek to Cheek, and Flip even twirls you once or twice, making you perfectly pleasantly dizzy.

“I’m not the one in size-13’s.” You teased with a big fond grin, and that seemed to be the proverbial last straw for Flip because suddenly he was attacking your face with chaste kisses, tickling you with his goatee which you had trimmed just the night before.

“You’re terrible to me, you know that?” He shakes his head sternly as he continues to kiss your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your neck, “Awful. Absolutely horrible. The worst. I adore you.”

He catches your lips in his once more, kisses you slowly, deeply, passionately. He keeps kissing you even as the song has come to an end, cups your cheeks in both his hands – mindful of the cigarette clamped between his fingers – and rubs soothing little motions with his thumbs that follow the curve of your eye-socket.

He is so tender with you, so tender always. He’s a big man – 6’3” and sometimes seemingly just as wide – a strong man, a man who could crush your skull with ease if he wanted to. But he never wanted to, never wanted to be anything other than tender with you, and it made your heart so full that you almost could cry.

“Are you thirsty?” He asks, when the kiss ends.

You nod, because yes you are, all that popcorn had turned you parched.

With the movie still playing in the background, Flip brings you to the dining room, where he then retrieves a milkshake in a tall glass from the kitchen. He places it in front of you and sticks in two straws, just the way you always drink it – one for him and one for you. He even covered the whole top with whipped cream and maraschino cherries, just for you.

You watch the movie from the dining room, resting your head on his shoulder in between sips of the shake, holding hands under the table like someone could come in and reprimand you at any moment.

“Flip?” You ask, interrupting the great gondola heist scene.

“Hm?” Flip responds, turning to look at you with soft eyes.

“Thank you.” You bring his hand up for a kiss, a warm soft press of your lips against the scarred back of his palm.

“Anything for my girl.” He says with so much conviction that you believe him, you really really really do.

“Anything?” You say anyway, a little suggestively, suggestively enough that he knows exactly what you mean.

You and Flip simply look at one another for a moment, before he makes the quick decision to run into the living room and turn the projector off. You hurry after him, and he gives you space to go up the stairs first before he follows, pinching and grabbing at you in that playful loving way that only makes you laugh and yelp and get to your bedroom faster.

The snow outside may have canceled your plans for the day and forced you both to stay inside, but it didn’t matter so much. Not when you were stuck inside with someone so wonderful, so loving, so caring, so creative and funny and smart and sarcastic and handsome like him.

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[evdarcy]

An Unusual Hero C8S1

Please remember, this is unedited and unfinished, but will hopefully fill in the holes that were left and answer some questions without leaving too many others. HOWEVER I will answer all and any questions if you want to leave me a comment.

Next update - Friday 14/05/2021

‘Almost… there,’ Sarah muttered as she struggled to catch the lock with her tiny tools. She’d said the same thing five minutes ago and if she didn’t hurry the fuck up, he was not going to be responsible for his actions, Luc decided as he watched Sarah’s ass shake in front of him. He wanted to reach out and grab it again, to haul her back against him, push his hips against her firm, round behind and show her what the hell she was able to do.

God, he hadn’t been this turned on in years. Even the red-head the other night hadn’t done this much for him. Hell, the woman had to climb on him and basically dry hump him to get a semi going, whereas if Sarah carried on huffing and groaning as she moved, she was going to get to experience one of the many fantasies he was sure she’d had. After all didn’t every fan of his have them? They all seemed to love whispering filthy things in his ear during photo ops. Or shouting them out when he was on stage.

He shouldn’t have touched her in the store. He had rules in place to ensure things like this didn’t happen.

He shifted in the swing chair on the porch as she once more unwittingly wiggled her ass as she tried to find a more comfortable position to kneel as she focused on the lock of the door.

With a growl, Luc stood up and marched away as best he could before Sarah saw the predicament he’d got himself in. His erection strained against the denim of his jeans and he managed to get around the side of the cabin before he had to unzip them and rearrange himself.

He gasped as his fingers wrapped around his stiff length, taking in a few deep breaths as he slowly stroked himself, enjoying the fact he had a willing boner for the first time in months. No little blue pills crushed into his drink without his knowledge to ensure someone could benefit from it that evening—and it had never been him.

While the air around him was chilly, his growing cock was warm in his hand. He moaned quietly as he allowed himself a moment of pleasure. A few strokes to relieve the tension, to dampen the arousal he’d felt since he’d watched Sarah walk towards him in the store. Then he’d be able to think straight, to focus on something other than the desire to fulfil whatever fantasies Sarah had locked away.

Maybe he’d be able to think of one or two of his own. God, it had been so long since he’d indulged in any sexual fantasies, always too frightened in case Linda caught him with his hand’s around his cock and either joined him or made him suffer for cheating her out of it.

He dropped his head back against the wood of the wall behind him and wondered what would happen if Sarah came looking for him. She’d walk around the corner, her hips swaying seductively again, and see him standing there with this shirt rucked up to show a sliver of his stomach and his hard, aching cock in hand as he slowly thrust into it. He groaned as his hand quickened its pace as he imagined those beautiful blue-green eyes focused on his thick length, licking her lips at the thought of tasting it…

Did she ever think of things like that? Did they feature him? Would she be willing to giving head? Would she be a woman willing to just drop to her knees and suck him down?

He shuddered in pleasure at the thought. It had been so long…

Perhaps, she’d be more willing to replace his hand with her own? Feeling her fingers over his long shaft, soft and gentle, but firm and determined. She’d watch him as her hand moved, scrutinising every reaction he had, cataloguing every moan and groan for her own masturbatory fantasies later…

Maybe, she’d slowly strip off, a striptease in the middle of the forest where anyone hiking through could also watch. She’d slip out of her clothes and let him fuck her up against the cabin wall; no foreplay, just quick and dirty. He imagined her large chest in his face as he pushed into her—

He shoved his fist in his mouth and bit down hard on his knuckles, stopping himself from crying out Sarah’s name as his orgasm quickly hit and he came over his stomach and fingers.

He stood there against the wall of the cabin, his cock softening in his hand still wrapped around it as he stared through the trees at nothing as he came down from the euphoria of his unexpected orgasm. He hadn’t meant to let it get that far, but it had been so long since he’d had one willingly…

His muscles relaxed for the first time in a long while and he needed a second before he’d be able to stand without the support of the wall behind him.

God, what the hell had he just done? Was he insane?

Fucking his fist in the privacy of his own bathroom would be one thing, but doing it in the middle of the woods to the image of a woman who had all but kidnapped him was another!

Luc shook his head and pushed himself upright, tucking his flaccid cock away with his clean hand while he glanced around for something to use to clean himself with. He found some large dock leaves and quickly used them to wipe his hand and stomach before he was finally able to lower his shirt and zip up his jeans before he moved to the back of the building, stopping to peer through the dirty and dusty windows as he went. They’d clearly had a lot of snow up here over the winter and everything needed a good clean now it had melted in the lower reaches of the mountains.

The cabin was far nicer and bigger than he’d initially thought when they’d passed it on the road earlier that morning, and now that he noted the furniture inside was covered in dust sheets it gave him pause. Someone took a lot of care of this little hideaway and he wondered if perhaps it was someone’s little extra-marital love nest. It wouldn’t surprise him, he knew enough people who had them back in Hollywood. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d been offered their use by directors or producers with a wink and a grin when they’d tried to get him to sign on the dotted line.

He stepped into a little clearing he figured acted as a garden in the summer and popped his head in the lean-to against the back wall. A generator he knew was no way near big enough to power a cabin even this small sat underneath. It didn’t look that old he noted as he checked the levels and sighed with relief when it started without a problem.

‘Hell’s bloody fire!’ Sarah’s curse was loud enough to disturb the birds in the trees around them, making them caw and crow, flapping their wings in annoyance. Luc took a deep breath as he picked up a log that had fallen from the covered pile next to the lean-to and jogged back around to Sarah.

‘I got this,’ he said as he came and stood next to her.

‘What?’ she asked, stopping her work and peering up at him.

He swallowed at the image she portrayed. Her beautiful sea-coloured eyes stared up at him, her hair in disarray around her head from the wind that rustled through the trees around them, and her plump lower lip was red from biting it in concentration. If that wasn’t enough, she was still on her knees, unmoving from her position as he tried to crowd into her space so she’d move over.

Luc swallowed; she looked better than how he’d pictured her just moments before.

‘Out the way.’ He ground his teeth, urging himself to regain control and told her to move once more, but this time with a little more bite than he meant to. Sarah held up her hands in surrender and grabbed what looked like little metal toothpicks from the lock before she climbed to her feet and took a step back.

He smashed one of the tiny windows in the door with a lot more force than he meant to—the glass exploded, spraying out across the wooden floor inside. Luc huffed in frustration before carefully reaching through the window and turning the simple lock to finally open the door.

‘Oh, that’s clever,’ Sarah said and Luc could practically hear the eye roll she gave him. ‘Now anyone can get in. You’re a freaking genius.’

‘Who the hell do you think is going to be prowling around up here at this time of year?’ He grabbed the bags from the deck and brought them inside. ‘You heard Willow, it’s too early for people to be vacationing.’

‘Willow,’ Sarah growled. ‘Doesn’t seem to understand that people like us are looking for somewhere to hide. We can’t be the only people in this country looking for a hideaway right now.’

Her surprisingly angry tones made him turn back to her; she was glaring at her own bags as she carried them over the threshold. Her cheeks were moving from pink to deep red and her lip was doing that pouting thing again. He had to turn away to stop himself marching back across the room and sampling it properly.

‘You watch too much crap on TV.’ He forced the words out between his teeth, knowing full well she had a point but unwilling to admit it.

She scoffed at him. ‘Like you’d know what’s on TV, Mr-I-have-no-clue-about-world-events.’

‘Whatever.’ He searched through the bags, his hands shaking, until he found what he was looking for. ‘I’m hitting the shower,’ he told her before disappearing into the bedroom where the bathroom had to be. An en-suite was tucked along the length of one of the walls and Luc hurried inside and shut the door behind him.

He took a deep breath, leant back against the door, and closed his eyes. He tried to remember what Brandon, his Sensi, had taught him about breathing and meditating. He had to block out the chaos, the teetering tower of turmoil that often threatened to topple and crush him completely. He had to centre himself, focus solely on the feel of the oxygen filling his nose, the expansion of his chest. Pause. Hold it for a moment, feel that slight burn of his lungs before slowly releasing it through his mouth, around his tongue and between his teeth.

He shut out everything else and just breathed; in and out, in and out.

When he finally opened his eyes again he felt better; the edge of arousal Sarah had unwittingly created, the worry of if he’d done the right thing in leaving with her in the first place, and the nerves he had of Willow recognising him all fell away.

He took another deep breath and pulled himself together before yanking the sheet from the sink and the other over the tub. The shower would have to be quick. He had a feeling the generator was there solely to pump and heat the water in the house and he didn’t want to use all the diesel if they were going to be here for a while.

As he put the wash bag down on the vanity, he caught his reflection in the mirror above the basin and wondered how long they could manage before being caught. Until they were either tracked down by the Demon or hauled in by the police for the madness and mayhem they’d caused yesterday.

He rested his head against the mirror; he was their weakest link, his face so well known, a peril of being famous. How long would it be before someone recognised him and raised the alarm? Would Sarah run and leave him to fend for himself? Would he be thrown in prison? Surely, Ben would be able to stop that from happening. His lawyer would be able to get him off on insanity or say he’d been forced into all this by some British psychopath…

Although, with the way Sarah told it, he’d be lucky not to be dead before Ben even got to speak to him.

He pulled away from the mirror and turned his head left and right as he considered the beard he’d worn for five years; most pictures that appeared online nowadays were from Destiny, all of them sporting the Gabriel-beard and long, blond hair. For five years he’d been contractually obligated to maintain his hair’s length and colour alongside the angelic-style facial hair.

He rubbed a hand over the beard, the feel of the coarse hairs familiar. It was a move Gabriel often did on the show when he had to consider something and it had become a habit outside of filming as a result. His preferred look before Destiny had been stubble, or “designer stubble” as his stylist, Claude, called it. Luc had no idea how it was different.

He was going to have to go smooth, he realised as he turned on the shower. As smooth as a baby’s bottom. He cringed at the thought; he hadn’t shaved in so long he was more than likely to have a slashed face afterwards than a smooth finish.

Letting the shower heat up, Luc took a comb and began to brush through the bristles before picking up the scissors and trimming it as close to the skin as was safely possible. He chuckled to himself as he took in its uneven state. Claude would have a fit if he saw his favourite client right now.

The steam in the bathroom was starting to build and Luc jumped in the shower, titling his face to the stream of hot water to soften the hairs and open his pores to make shaving easier. Turning under the water, he revelled in the hot stream pummelling his shoulders, aiding in loosening some of the tension from them.

Luc decided he was going to stay there, under the spray, feeling warm and relaxed until all this blew over. Until the Demon was caught and—

‘Luc?’ Sarah’s voice within the bathroom made him jump. ‘You left your clothes on the bed and I got you a towel.’

He squeezed his eyes shut tight and cursed himself at making such a stupid mistake. ‘Thanks,’ he managed and he watched Sarah’s silhouette move across the bathroom through the frosted shower screen.

‘I’ll leave them here,’ she said, as she stood just to the side of the shower, and Luc wondered if she was thinking about him in there. He wanted to snort at the thought; of course she was. He was naked and wet. A bit soapy too. She’d probably had many of her dirty thoughts about him in such a position.

He wondered what she’d do if he invited her to join him.

Again, dumb question; she’d be stripping off and jumping in before he could finish his offer.

He shuddered at the thought and not in the pleasant way he had early. She was a fan, a long-time fan who’d wanted to meet him in a one-to-one. She probably had a whole book filled with fantasies, was probably someone who wrote that fan fiction crap he’d heard so much about. Probably wrote about him and Marc. Knowing his luck, she’d climb all over him, expecting him to live up to her expectations and taking whatever she wanted—

‘Don’t be too long,’ she finally said as she headed back across the bathroom. ‘And don’t dry your hair, it’ll need cutting once you’re out.’

He heard the door close behind her before he rested his forehead against the cold tiled wall and groaned.

He was so messed up.

Any questions, please drop them in the comments. Next update on Friday!

[mlleecrivaine]

Who’s the Hot Blond? Part II

Word Count:  1,761

Warnings:  Getting shot with a tranquilizer, broken ankle

Author’s Note:  Here’s part 2! Alex is trying her best to make a plot happen. Enjoy! Feedback is both welcome and encouraged!

More parts can be found here

“We’re on approach, stand by,” Ethan’s voice came through your earwig in static.

You sniffed and reread your script one last time.

“You alright?” Benji asked, glancing up at you from his screen adjacent yours.

“Yeah, Dom was happy, so I’m happy,” you said with a shrug. Truth be told you were more worried about the heat tying your tongue than anything else. Wiping a rivulet of sweat from the crease under your jaw, you waited for your que.

“They’re knocking now,” Benji muttered seconds before you heard three dull thuds over the earwig.

“The fuck do you want?” a man’s voice snapped in Thai.

“We’re here to see Muhammad,” Ethan responded in broken Thai.  You pinched the bridge of your nose. You had to sound better than that. It made sense for him to sound bad in person, he was clearly white. You couldn’t sound it.

“Like shit,” the man spat. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“Look, we gotta get in there,” Ethan argued. “My boss is gonna have my balls if we don’t.”

“Not my problem.”

“Look, what if you talked to her?”

“Get lost.”

“They’re gonna get their asses kicked,” you muttered.

Several seconds elapsed before your phone rang. You tapped the cracked screen and lifted the phone to your free ear.

“What?” you barked in your best imitation of Dom’s accent, praying the whole time. Benji glanced up at you and quirked an eyebrow.

“Boss, this guy’s not letting us in,” Ethan answered, still in Thai.

“Let me talk to him,” you snapped, sucking your teeth, trying to stay in character as Benji watched you.

“The fuck is this?” the thug on the other side growled.

“This is a warning,” you snarled. “You let my people in or I will send more.”

There was dead silence on the other end. You exchanged a look with Benji whose eyes were growing with the passing seconds.

“Why the fuck do I care if you send more?” the man asked. “I’ll send them away, too.”

You shut your eyes. So far, on script.

“They won’t give you a choice,” you growled. “You either let these two in, or you die.”

“Oh, I’m going to die now, am I?” the man laughed. “Big talk for a woman. How about you come down here and make me let them in, huh?”

You sucked in a breath through your nose. That wasn’t what he was supposed to say. Benji started typing furiously on his computer. You watched him while you thought of a response.

“Not so tough are you?” the man chuckled. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Suit yourself,” you decided to skip to the end of the script. You couldn’t ad lib anything more convincing. “I have more men coming to you now. It’s a shame that I’ll have to greet Muhammad with the news of the death of one of his men.”

There was a ding on the far side and a shuffling noise over the phone.

“Fine,” the man spat. A sharp clatter burst from his end of the phone and the line went dead.

You listened hard to the earwig, not picking up much sound.

Benji flashed you a thumbs up.

“What did you do?” you asked quietly.

“I sent a message to his mobile device, pretending to be Muhammad,” Benji said with a grin.

“How…”

“Well I’ve got Muhammad’s information, it really wasn’t that hard to figure out who this guy was in the contacts list.”

“That’s brilliant,” you whispered.

“Could you two shut up for a moment?” Ethan muttered.

You sat back in your chair and sighed.

“Can’t believe I left Cairo for that…” you muttered.

“None of us could have done it,” Benji breathed with a sympathetic look.

You pursed your lips and nodded noncommittally. At least you got to meet him during all this. It was better than hanging out in an equally stuffy apartment with your teammates for a few days. After nearly three months of breathing the same air as those two, you were ready for a short break.

A heavy pounding against the door snapped you from your thoughts. You sat up straight and stared at the wood, listening.

Benji stood and drew his gun, pointing it at the door.

You didn’t wait. You stood and slammed both computers shut, lifting them and stuffing them in a canvas bag at your feet.

Benji was about to protest when a booming voice shouted, in English, from the landing outside the door.

“Open up!”

Benji sidestepped to stand between you and the door as you hurriedly stuffed what would fit into the bag. You tucked in the cracked phone, the computers, as many of the smaller devices as you could see, and all of the fake identities that had been left stacked in the middle of the table.

“I said open up!” the voice boomed before the fist slammed on the door again.

“Leave the rest!” Benji hissed, lowering a hand to paw at your side, urging you to stand and make your way out.

“We’ve left too much,” you replied. “We’ve got to light it up.”

“I’ve got a small device in that bag there,” Benji pointed at an identical canvas sack on the far side of the table.

You slung the bag of tech over your back and rounded the table to fumble through the bag for a device. What you found was a short range explosive, thirty foot damage radius, perfect for destroying whatever was left in this room.

“Go,” Benji breathed, taking the device from you and fiddling with the dial on the one side. “I’ll set it. Go out the window; I’ll follow.”

You nodded and quickly stepped into the living room to grab your own bag before striding into the kitchen and yanking the window open. Looking quickly up and down you determined that the coast was clear and you fed the bags through the opening, letting them fall the two storeys to the ground before hoisting yourself out the window.

You dangled for a moment from the window ledge, sizing up the drop to the next floor before letting go. Your stomach clenched as you fell but you caught yourself on the next window sill before dropping to the ground, rolling on impact. Standing, you looked around the empty alley.

You collected the bags and looked up, waiting for Benji to follow.

Seconds passed and you looked back up and down the alleyway, hoping no one would appear at either end to block your escape.

A pair of legs suddenly emerged from the window and Benji lowered himself out.

“Get clear!” he shouted as he let himself drop to the second window.

Before he made it to the window sill, the device upstairs exploded, sending a vibration through the ground.

Benji missed the window sill and fell straight to the ground. There was a crack. He rolled as you had, coming to a stop with a screwed up expression on his face.

“You alright?” you asked, a sinking feeling in your stomach knowing he wasn’t.

“No,” he growled, the pain seeping into the word. “But we need to move, it didn’t sound like there were a few of them up there.”

“Okay, come on,” you said, winding around him. “What happened?”

“I think I broke my ankle.”

“Which?”

“Left.”

“Alright,” you sighed, lifting his left arm over your shoulder. “Let’s go. Can you put any weight on it?”

“If we want to go quickly, I think I’ll have to,” he groaned, looking up at the window that was now billowing smoke.

“Ethan, do you copy?” you decided to try your earwig. There was no response.

“I’m not getting anything on mine,” Benji confirmed.

“Shit,” you braced yourself against Benji’s body. “Alright, step with me.”

He nodded and you saw his jaw clench as you took your first step, quickly following with the next one.

Benji made a horrifying strangled noise as he attempted to weight bear on the broken ankle.

“We can’t slow down, I’m sorry,” you said, squeezing his wrist. “Just keep going. Do you think we can make it to Luther from here?”

Benji just shook his head.

“Is it because of your ankle, or do you think they’ll catch us first?”

“Both.”

“Okay,” you said, feeling his body start to shake with pain under your hand that you had braced on his ribcage. “Just keep moving, I’ll think of something.”

“You’ve got the bags, just leave me here.”

“Look, I don’t know what the policy is on your team, but on mine we don’t leave people behind,” you shrugged to rearrange the bag straps and Benji’s arm around your shoulders. You tried to stand taller to pull more of his weight onto you. “Just keep going. How far was it to extraction?”

“A kilometer west of here,” Benji groaned, trying to cover a high pitched whine.

You looked ahead to the road at the end of the alley.

“If we get on the road, we’re exposed,” you mused, looking side to side for an escape. “Shit.”

“There!” Benji exclaimed, pointing down a narrow passage between two apartments.

You sidestepped, threading yourself sideways into the space first. The laptops dug into the small of your back with their sharp edges but you kept moving, gently pulling Benji along next to you.

“Use the wall to brace if you need,” you said, tightening your grip around his waist. “Keep your foot elevated a little.”

Benji nodded and placed his palm flat against the wall in front of him. Together you shimmied down the passage. You looked at the exit ahead and growled.

“We’re headed for a road.”

There was a gunshot and Benji yelped, suddenly slumping against you.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” you panicked. You tightened your grip on him, trying to hold him up but he crumpled to the ground.

“Go,” he croaked.

Your hands flew to his body, feeling for the wound.

“Come on,” you begged.

The fletching of a tranquilizer dart brushed against your finger.

You looked up in time to see a gun pointed right at you before a flash of red flew down the passageway, lodging itself in your pectoral muscle.

“Ah!” you cried out at the sharp pinch, feeling your knees start to buckle as the serum pumped through your body. “No… no… fuck…”

You slid sideways, Benji’s body settling half on top of your hip as your shoulder hit the dirt. The laptops pressed painfully into your spine, but the sensation dimmed as you lost consciousness.

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[forteandfoible]

Chapter 3: Family Feuds

After a week of chasing Katie up and down frat row and athlete housing, Elle was reconsidering her life choices. She had Google alerts for Katie now, which she felt supremely uncomfortable setting up and even now made her cringe a little every time she got a notification. The same went for her Twitter and she was overall far too involved in social media for her taste. She just wanted to be the stereotypical art student, carrying her camera around for the perfect shot and occasionally smoking a blunt on the roof of the design building. This was completely out of her wheelhouse and to be honest, she didn’t think she wanted to do it anymore. She put her head in her hands as she heard her phone ping yet again, wondering if it was still the fallout of Katie’s decision to go mingle with the football team last week or if she’d gotten herself into a fresh pile of trouble this time.

Instead, it’s a text from Katie.

Keystone: hey. Team’s throwing a little thing tonight, thought you might be interested. You can meet the rest of them, could be cool.

Elle: where/when? Should I bring something?

Keystone: I’ll send the address, it’s the captain’s house off-campus. 10pm. Bring yourself and whatever ur drinking.

Elle smiled and tucked her phone away. She should pack her things up and head to the library if she was going to go to this – her paper on Ansel Adams’ technique wouldn’t finish itself and she’d never forgive herself if she let down her 20th century Photography professor yet again. As she descended the staircase, she caught a glance of Marie on the sofa. Normally she would have just kept walking, but the way that the sunlight glinted off of Marie’s bottle-blonde hair, making it shine like spun gold, caught her attention. Quietly, so as not to alarm her, she reached for the camera around her neck and focused in. The photograph was fuzzy around the edges, the morning sun creeping its way into the otherwise dimly-lit room. Marie had her face turned away, a thick tome spread across her lap as she was reading Ayn Rand or Plato or Socrates or whatever literature was deemed essential by the philosophy department. Her pencil dangled from between her fingers, precarious in its fight against gravity. Elle smiled at the screen of her camera for a moment, then clattered down the rest of the stairs, causing Marie to jump and startle.

She slid her feet into combat boots and gave a little wave to her housemate.

“I’m going to the library, need anything from campus?”

“Nah I’m all set. Studious streak, huh?”

“Oh, I’ve been called on to be social tonight. Gotta get some stuff done before then.”

One of Marie’s eyebrows jumped precariously close to her bangs.

“A party? Who’s hosting a party that’s exciting enough for your introverted ass to show up?”

Elle laughed, one hand on the door.

“Hey, I’m not that antisocial! I go out sometimes. And it’s the fencing team, Katie thought I should meet some of her teammates, so I stop hanging around her as much, I think. It’ll be pretty cool.”

With that, Elle turned away and headed out the door. Marie’s face flew through a wild array of emotions, before finally settling on something that seemed like a mixture of disgust and mild interest.

“Katie, huh?”

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The windows of the house that Elle’s phone led her to seemed to be shaking when she approached the door. This had to be it, the eclectic mixture of pop and rock and folk blasting from inside matched what she heard at practices while simultaneously making her wary of the team getting a noise complaint. She texted Katie as she stood on the porch, unsure of the protocol for this scenario. What do you do when your coworker? Liability? Frenemy? Friend? Invites you to a party where you definitely will stand out like a sore thumb as the only person that doesn’t seem to be gargantuan and very interested in weaponry? Before she had time to ponder that quandary further, the door flew open and Katie was standing before her, grinning with a red solo cup in her hand and waving her in.

Katie was dressed up much nicer than Elle usually saw her, she realized. Instead of her baggy sweatshirts and old competition t-shirts, she was wearing a skintight pair of jeans and a halter top that was cropped just above her diaphragm, leaving her abs on full display. Horrifying. Elle quickly tore her eyes away from Katie’s midriff, blushing furiously and hoping that the younger hadn’t noticed.

If she did, she certainly didn’t say anything as Elle came inside. In the house, the floor seemed to shake with every bass note and many more people than she had expected milled about in various stages of intoxication. She accepted a can pushed into her hand without comment and let Katie lead her around by the elbow, clearly intent on introducing her to everyone in the house. She was much more tolerable, cute even, when she was drunk. Elle had to tamp down that thought too, this was not the path she wanted her thoughts to wander down. Instead, she focused on trying to match faces to names.

Some of the people she was introduced to were more familiar than others. Nightingale she remembered from her first practice. The freshman seemed as quiet and contemplative as before, sitting on the couch arm and watching with a muted smile the intense beer pong match going on across the living room. Next to her was a very tall guy who introduced himself as Jonas? Yonas? through a thick German accent and seemed intent on smiling at everyone that passed, complimenting them on their style or something that they’d done recently or just telling them that he appreciated them. He grinned at Elle and complimented her pink combat boots and she could tell she liked him already. Katie ruffled his hair as she passed on to the pong table, where a very serious woman that Elle vaguely recognized from a practice was squaring off against a much shorter man with some serious baby face. She glared at her opponent, then blew off the ball and sunk it cleanly into one of the four cups left.

“SUCK IT! RERACK, BITCH!” she crowed, as the man sighed and rearranged the three remaining cups.

Katie whispered to her that she was Svetlana, or Sveta, the women’s saber captain and undefeated pong champion. Also, she was apparently the kind of Russian fencer that made other fencers cry when they saw her at a tournament, whatever that meant. Watching her play was hilarious, as she made another three clean throws to decimate her opponent, a foilist named Bentley. He wiped his beer-damp hands on his pants, which Elle realized a second later were made out of velvet and sauntered over to Katie to introduce himself. A smug grin had situated itself on his face like that was its resting state and he stood on his tiptoes to pull a strand of Katie’s hair.

“Sup, I’m Bentley. Are you Katie’s new arm candy?”

From the way Katie’s hand twitched it looked like she was about to slap him. Instead, she just bopped him on the back of the head.

“Team publicist, Bentley. Don’t be weird.”

“That’s a pity, being weird is my best attribute,” he laughed as he disappeared back into the pulsating throng of people.

From there, the people seemed to blur together. Elle noted that most of them seemed to be upperclassmen, with the exception of Nightingale and Katie. When she asked, Katie said that they were the only two recruits that decided to join the team her year, but that there were a few sophomores out there… somewhere.

The can in Elle’s hand had warmed and she cracked it, slowly sipping as she fell into conversation with some of the other juniors who were standing by the kitchen. She lost track of Katie’s pink hair out on the dancefloor, instead commiserating with her two new friends (Emily? Mary?) about the sudden graduation requirements and how quickly college seemed to fly. Emily was just telling her about how she had planned to go abroad after her sophomore year and get rid of a bunch of requirements for her Spanish major when all of a sudden, she had qualified for a major tournament in July and had to completely rearrange her class schedule. Elle and Mary’s sympathetic coos were interrupted by a loud cheer as someone burst through the door, holding a bottle of tequila aloft.

“TEAM SHOTS!” he called and suddenly Mary was grabbing Elle’s wrist, pulling her flat to the wall to avoid the sudden thrum of motion as the entire team seemed to rearrange itself to fit in the kitchen.

The newcomer, whose name Elle had completely missed, was motioning to Sveta at the kitchen cabinet as she pulled out anything that someone could remotely drink out of. A red solo cup with a splash of tequila was pressed into Elle’s hands by someone she didn’t recognize and then the team was cheering, screaming, throwing back a shot.

Elle was observing what was going on, wishing that she had her camera on hand, when Katie came up to her. She grinned and plucked the untouched cup out of Elle’s hands, throwing it back with practiced ease before patting her on the back and leaving. At some point she had gotten glitter smeared across her cheekbones and she looked almost fey in the dim fairy lights, her hair wild and untamed around her shoulders and her green eyes glinting as she spun away. Emily followed Elle’s line of sight and then raised an eyebrow.

“Say, how do you know Katie?”

“Well, it’s kind of a weird story. Coach gave me an internship if I could… clean up her act? It’s honestly one of the stranger jobs I’ve worked but I get to hang out with all of you so it’s not that bad.”

Emily and Mary chuckled, and Elle took another long sip of her now thoroughly warmed beer.

“That’s funny. I had figured Katie would be pretty staunchly against whoever they got to babysit her, but she seems to like you pretty well. Most of the time she’s not nearly that friendly – hell, it took almost the entire summer training month before she’d even talk to me,” Mary noted, almost to herself.

Elle almost choked on the mouthful of beer. To her, she still felt sometimes that Katie was only friendly to her when she was well on her way to being blacked out. That either boded poorly for the amount of alcohol in her system or said something truly horrifying about Katie’s true feelings about her. She took another swig of beer, hoping to hide the blush that had quickly crossed her face. The girls either didn’t notice or pretended not to and Mary quickly launched into a story about how she had once tried to bring her boyfriend to one of these parties, only for him to get so weirded out by the team’s culture that it took him months before he would even show up to a stereotype. Something about seeing Kyle half-naked, she said. When Elle inquired, Mary pointed out the tequila-wielding man that had barged into the party fashionably late. He, apparently, was the captain of the Epee team. She made a mental note that she might be seeing a lot more of him if this internship kept working out the way it was.

Before long, Elle found herself lost in the cycling of the music. She hummed along to some songs, mostly listening to the chatter of the people around her. The hours seemed to slide past in a tipsy haze, until the jovial atmosphere was shattered by a sharp rap on the door. Quickly sobering eyes darted to each other, before another gargantuan woman who Elle remembered as Jenna, one of Katie’s squad mates, hushed everybody and stepped forward. She opened the door and slid through the crack outside, while the upperclassmen quickly found Katie and Nightingale and pushed them into the kitchen.

Katie noticed Elle’s quirked eyebrow and put a finger to her lips as Kyle pushed her out of direct sight of the door. He then went to stand with the juniors, smirking at the door.

“Figured it was about time for a visit from the fun police. How dare we enjoy ourselves.”

When he noticed Elle’s wild panic, he laughed openly.

“Don’t worry. Worst comes to worst they’ll just tell us all to leave. Not that I don’t trust Jenna or anything, but I don’t think she can sell the forty of us as being under fire code for this dump.”

Just as he spoke, Jenna came back in. She raised her voice to be heard over the panicked murmuring.

“Party’s over kids! Pick up your shit, clean up your act, and SCOOT!” She yelled into the living room, and immediately the assembled fencers devolved again into madness, piling trash into the overflowing trashcan and filling the sink and counters with abandoned cups and shot glasses.

Mary and Emily gave Elle a sympathetic smile as they started getting ready to leave.

“You might want to go take care of your charge,” Emily said, nodding towards the kitchen as she walked away.

Elle glanced quickly to see Katie leaning heavily against the kitchen counter. Well, that was new. Nightingale was next to her, patting her back and looking around. When she locked eyes with Elle, she frantically gestured until Elle put down her bag and came into the kitchen.

“She’s definitely too gone to walk back into Wilson Hall. I don’t want someone to spot her and blow her spot up, right?” Nightingale explains, still trying to get Katie to stand up. “Could you, maybe, take her instead? She can sleep it off till tomorrow and then she’ll go back. I’m sorry about this.”

Elle gently lifts Katie’s arm over her shoulder and wraps a steadying arm around her middle until she shifts her weight and is standing. How this had happened without her noticing was beyond her, they needed to have a chat about taking it a little easier.

With a cautious smile, she started walking towards the door.

“Sure thing, Nightingale. You go get some rest and I’ll make sure she’s all set.”

Getting Katie’s shoes and jacket was the easy part. Putting her in an Uber, still relatively fine. Once they were standing on the porch of Elle’s house, she started to realize that she might have bitten off more than she could chew. She didn’t want to leave Katie on the downstairs couch, but there was also no way she wanted Katie to wake up in her bed and not know what was going on.

As they carefully scaled the stairs, Elle made up her mind. She unlocked her bedroom door and shushed Katie as she helped her onto the bed.

“You sleep here tonight, I’ll go grab the spare bedroom. See you in the morning. And hey, text if you need anything, ok?”

Katie nods and smiles at Elle before turning over once and falling asleep, still fully clothed on top of the sheets. All of Elle is screaming to wake her up, make her more comfortable, stay there so she wouldn’t wake up with no memory of how she got into Elle’s bed. Instead, she indulges herself just enough to tuck a blanket over Katie’s fast-asleep form before retreating downstairs to the couch.

She just wouldn’t tell Katie that there was no guest room, if she remembered their conversation at all.

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Elle barely slept. She woke every few hours on the couch, every truck and car passing by the house jolting her out of an uneasy sleep. All she could think about was the easy way that Katie had touched her when she was drunk, her weight on Elle’s shoulders as she sung along to the party soundtrack on their way out the door. Mary’s words kept cycling through her head.

“She’s not nearly that friendly.” Surely, she meant something else, because Katie was anything but friendly to her most of the time. Outside of this one interlude, most of their meetings were still focused solely on business, on Katie’s image and her classes and making sure Elle was doing enough that when she met with Coach he’d smile and praise her. Still, she couldn’t shake the fact that her brain, her stupid photography brain had catalogued every smile Katie had aimed at her and was now set on playing them one after the other, like a nightmare sequence haunting her with what could have been if things were different.

Eventually, as the dawn broke across the campus, Elle’s anxious thoughts were drowned out by sweet sleep and she manages a few more hours of rest.

Soon enough, she felt her phone buzz and realizes she has a text from Katie.

Keystone: hey just woke up.

Keystone: thanks for this

Elle jumped off the couch, then immediately chided herself for being overeager. Her body creaked angrily at the movement and she falls back against the couch before standing more slowly. She needed to get better sleep, because her bones didn’t like this one bit. Just as she stepped into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, she heard the creaking of the stairs. Katie appeared in the door, still dressed in her going-out clothing and rubbing sleep from the corners of her eyes. When Elle smiled, she gratefully and gracelessly collapsed into one of the kitchen stools and rested her chin on one hand.

“So, I think I browned out a little last night. Woke up to quite a few texts from Night and the gang, wondering if I’d been spotted or something. So, thanks for taking me in yesterday, I guess.”

Elle stays with her back turned to Katie, focusing all her energy on filling the coffee maker with water and pouring in the grinds. She doesn’t want to think of the implications of taking Katie in, she’d much rather just think about this next step in her morning.

“It’s nothing. What do you take your coffee with?”

They both knew that’s a futile question – the two of them had enough business meetings that Katie had started ordering for the both of them. She took her coffee with cream and sugar, so light it was almost dessert. Elle drank her coffee with a splash of almond milk or completely black. Like my soul, she joked the first time to Katie’s blank stare.

Still Elle was soothed when Katie didn’t mention it and instead answered the same as she always had. She wrapped her hands gratefully around the proffered caffeine a few minutes later, as Elle poured her own brew into a chipped and well-stained novelty mug reading “I went to Vegas and all I got was this ceremony.” Ezi had thought it was hilarious when he and Joshua had gotten engaged and it now lived in their cabinet forever.

They were quietly talking at the kitchen island when Elle felt the rest of the house start to wake up. At this point it felt instinctual, the little beeping of alarms up the three stories and the creaking of floorboards as its residents got out of bed. Marie was the first down the stairs, still blinking as she stepped into the kitchen and immediately startled.

“Oh, hi?” she intoned, shooting a puzzled look at Elle.

Elle only shrugged and introduced Katie, who waved and then kept sipping her sugary concoction. Marie stared for several seconds longer, her gaze oscillating between Elle and Katie. Elle didn’t want to know what fantastical tale she was spinning in her head, so she spoke up before Marie could say anything else.

“Katie decided to stay here instead of going back to her dorm last night. It was easier for me to let her sober up here than to have her deal with the freshman dorm security.”

Marie nodded, still taking in Katie’s clothing and demeanor as she seems to fold under the scrutiny, focusing even more intently on stirring the cream into her coffee and turning the whole cup into a barely-tan affair.

With a shrug, Elle’s housemate pushed past her to the fridge and pulled out a yogurt. She gave Elle a small, soft smile and then fled the kitchen. Katie glanced at her form before raising one eyebrow at Elle.

“Now, I know I just met her. But is she always like that? Because that felt weird. That was a weird amount of silence.”

Elle just laughed a little as the silence and the tension broke and she relaxed against her kitchen counter. She would deal with whatever had happened between her and Marie later. First, caffeine. Then, bringing Katie back to Wilson. After that, she was going to go fall asleep in her bed for the rest of the day.

[thelittlestkitsune]

Play Dates: Part Two. [smut]

A;N: So Chloe @writing-obrien wrote the first part of this collab and she killed it! I’m hoping I did the same! Huge thanks to the lovely @wydobrien for proof reading and making sure it didn’t suck too hard. I love ya’ll and Enjoy! xoxo

Pairing: DaveHodgmanxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 5,387

Listen to me.            Read Chloe’s bomb ass part here! 

It’s just a date. You thought to yourself as you sat on the end of the bed, battling with the contents of your wardrobe. I could wear jeans? You looked out the window, noting the blazing hot sun as you cast your jeans back into the depths of your closet. You sat with your head in your hands desperately clutching to any idea of clothing. Fuck it at this point I’m going naked. You looked over the clothes that decorated your bedroom floor. Maybe he’d like it if I went naked. You shook your head, picking up the denim shorts by your feet. These are cute enough? Casual but still hot if I bent over? Perfect, you looked over your floor, picking up a shirt near your desk. Expert level laziness. You stripped yourself of the pajamas you were wearing, letting them fall to the floor beside you. You slipped the shirt over your head, the shorts sliding over your legs before examining the outfit as you looked in the mirror. Not too shabby. You quickly applied makeup as Stevie ran rampant through the hallway.  

He came crashing through your door, his face smeared with chocolate from earlier in the day. “I thought I told you to wash your face!” You sighed as you walked over to him, abandoning your vanity and chasing after him. “I did already!” He shouted, his feet thundering across the wooden floor. “Don’t tell porkies Stevie! You know what Umbridge made Harry do when she thought he was lying!” You laughed as Stevie stopped dead in his tracks. “YOU WOULDN’T!” he screeched, his face drained of color. His eyes welled up, his lip quivering as he balled his fists up. You stopped walking towards him, your face softening as you glimpsed the tears in his eyes. “Stevie, do you think I’m as horrible as her?” He shook his head, his hair flopping over his eyes. “Exactly! But don’t tell porkies!” You crossed the short space towards him, poking him in the side before tickling him. “Tell me the truth then?” He pouted, avoiding your stare as he stayed silent. “I got some more ice cream from the freezer. I didn’t want to tell you because it was yours and I ate it.” He stared at the ground as you smiled. “So you didn’t lie? You did wash your face?” He nodded, his eyes finding yours, big as saucers. “Well that’s okay then. Was the ice cream nice at least, considering I’ll never get to eat it now?” He nodded, his toothy grin illuminating his little face. “It was the bestest ice cream I’ve ever had in my life.” You smiled back at him, ruffling his hair as you turned away.  

“Well of course it was, it was my ice cream!” He giggled as he followed you back to your room, taking a seat beside you as you sat at your vanity. “So you’re going out tonight?” He looked at you as you applied mascara, mimicking your funny faces. “Yes which means I’m going to miss movie night. Sorry kiddo!” You had planned to sit and watch the Harry Potter movies with Stevie all night but Dave had texted that morning. He finally had a night off babysitting and you two were practically itching to be together again. You flashed back to that night in the kitchen, a small smile on your face before Stevie piped up again. “I don’t mind we’ve seen all the movies a million zillion times anyway! You’re going out with Dave. I like him, he’s funny and he makes you happy.” He smiled, his tongue poking out between his gums. Kids are more mature than we think. “He does make you happy. You know what makes me happy?” He pondered over the question, his brow furrowed. “Well you really like pizza.” He stated a matter of fact as you laughed. “Well apart from that?” He concentrated again, his tongue poking out as he sighed. “I don’t know, what makes you happy?” You poked him in the side as he let out a squeal. “A CLEAN LITTLE BROTHER. Go clean your face and I’ll make you some pizza?” He dropped from the bench he was perched on. “OKAY!” He ran from the room, leaving you once again in nervous silence.  

You finished up your makeup, letting your hair out the pony you’d slept in. You sighed as you picked up your brush, running it through the bird’s nest that had taken refuge on the top of your head. Not ideal. You winced as you hit a snag, your head jarring. Your phone buzzed against the wood of your desk and you reached for it, smacking your elbow on the sharp corner. “MOTHER FU-” You stopped yourself, your elbow throbbing as Stevie came hammering down the hallway. “YOU WERE GONNA SAY A NAUGHTY WORD.” His jaw hung slack as you picked up your phone, swiping the call accepted. “Stevie, be quiet. I’m on the phone!” He stood in the doorway, his face now clean of the chocolate he was covered in. “Hello?” You spoke, unsure of who was actually calling you. The brush you were using still hung, trapped in a knot in your hair as you balanced the phone between your ear and your shoulder, rubbing your elbow gently. “Hello Gorgeous.” Your body shivered as Dave spoke down his receiver, the sound echoing through you as you sat upright. “Hi Dave, what’s up?” Stevie mocked kissing in the doorway until you reached over, swinging the door shut. He yelped as you heard him run away.  

“It’s about our date. I think I have to cancel. I’m so sorry Kay.” You slouched, your heart in your stomach. “It’s okay, I think Stevie’s pretty cut up about me missing movie night anyway. We can just rearrange? Or is it that you maybe don’t want to go out anymore?” You trailed off, regretting the words that just left your mouth. “Oh my god Kay! That’s not it at all, my mom’s conference got rearranged and now she’s heading out. I have to look after Stella.” He responded, his voice exasperated. “Is that it?” You let out a sigh of relief, pulling at the hairbrush you’d almost forgotten about. “Yeah, I mean I had this whole dinner and everything planned out and I’ve been looking forward to it all day. That and a multitude of other things.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as a chill ran through you once more. “Oh is that so?” You toyed, your voice hushed. “You have no idea, it’s been driving me crazy. I can’t look at an ice-pop the same way anymore.” He laughed, as you giggled. “Well then who am I to take that away? We don’t need a fancy date, we’re not fancy people. Let’s go get a pizza and go to the fair at Elmer’s? You can bring Stella and I’ll bring Stevie?” You probed, finally untangling your hair, a moan escaping your lips. You gasped as Dave sighed. “I wanted to spend some time alone with you, so I can hear you make that noise without the threat of kiddo’s interrupting us again.” His voice was darker, more like honey with a bite. You bit your lip, as your legs crossed. “You’ll get me all to yourself later. But for now, I wanna see you and I’m starved. Meet at Joe’s in like an hour?” You could almost imagine the smile on his face. “I’ll be there, I brought my appetite. Let’s hope they’re serving as much as I can handle.”  

You clicked off the call, your face flushed red as Stevie came barging through your door. “Who was it? Was it Dave? Why do you look like a tomato?” He laughed, pointing to your cheeks. “It was Dave and I look like this because I have decided to become a lobster. I do not care for humans anymore!” You formed your hands into pincers as you reached for him, tickling his sides once more. “I don’t like lobsters.” He pouted. “They don’t like you much either. But you like pizza right?” he nodded vigorously. “Well then let’s go get some!” He cheered as he ran from your room, leaving you to pick up the clothes on your floor. “COME ON SLOWPOKE!” He screamed from the hallway as you shoved your jacket on, the edges of it almost obliterating your shorts. “I’m coming SONIC!” You laughed as you jogged through the house, finding him on the floor, odd shoes on both feet as he fiddled with his laces. “Those don’t even match Stevie.” You grabbed the matching one from the basket, pulling them on his feet as you quickly tied his laces. He sprung up before you even had chance to finish lacing one. “Petrificus Totalus!” You pointed to him, his body instantly freezing in place. He glared at you as you finished tying his laces. You shook him to tell him he could move again. “You can’t just curse me like that!” He laughed as he stole your car keys from your bag, running out the door. “You can’t steal people’s stuff like that! Thief!” You shoved on your beaten-up Vans as you locked the door behind you, the sun hot on your back. You crossed to the car as you hammered on the window for Stevie to unlock the doors.  

Almost an age passed before you heard the click, the door swinging open to reveal Stevie’s sheepish grin. “Sorry Kay, I shouldn’t have stolen your keys! Can we not play the game tonight? I don’t want Stella and Dave to think we are weird.” You winked at him as you climbed in the seat, buckling yourself in. “They wouldn’t understand anyway. Muggles.” Stevie laughed as he sat back in his seat. The drive to Joe’s was quicker if you passed Aubrey’s, but your stomach turned every time you drove past hers. You turned to the left, taking the scenic route, you had time to kill anyway. Stevie bounced in his seat to the music blaring through your speakers, his little lungs screaming the lyrics. You smiled as you tapped along, your stomach in knots at the thought of seeing Dave again. Everything seemed to pass in a blur as you pulled up to Joe’s, Stevie streaking from the car even before you had chance to unclip your seat belt. You threw your door open, grabbing your bag as you chased after him, coming face to face with Aubrey.  

You swallowed thickly, your face draining of color as you avoided her eyes. “Hi Katie, I see Stevie’s not changed much? Still obsessed with pizza I see?” You locked eyes with her, breathing a soft breath of composure as you plastered a fake smile on your face. “Of course he is? He’s six.” You let out a shaky laugh as she smiled. “Yeah, I saw you with Dave the other day, how’s the dating going? He cancelled on you yet?” You rolled your eyes, knowing what was coming. Some bullshit story of how Dave broke her heart, one you knew wasn’t true. “Save it Aubrey, I know what you did to him. I don’t believe a word out your mouth. You wanna know why he cancelled? Cause he didn’t want to see you. He knew you were cheating on him. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of having your cake and eating it too.” You spat, your arms crossing over your chest indignantly. Aubrey huffed, her lips pouting as she shifted uncomfortably. “Everyone know’s what you did to him. He’s so nice and you fucked it up. That’s on you and I’m not you; I will treat him right.” She looked over you, her brow quirked. “Yeah, well just remember. I treat him right first. First.” She whispered in your ear as she pushed past you, her shoulder hitting yours. “Oh and Aubrey?” She turned around, her head tilted up as she looked down on you. “That fall from your high horse might fuck your face up. Buy a helmet and grow the fuck up. And for reference it’s KAY, NOT KATIE.” You walked away from her, heading inside to find your little brother.  

He sat in a booth, surrounded by menus, his hands crafting a makeshift mini fort. “Where did you go?” He asked innocently as you slid in the polyurethane booth beside him. “I thought I smelled something bad so I was checking my shoe.” You smiled as you set your bag down, ordering drinks for the both of you. You scrolled down your phone as Stevie hummed under his breath, until a dark mop of hair caught your eye. You heard Stella before you saw her, her laugh tinkling through the dull roar of the pizzeria. “Hi Katie Kat!” She grinned as she climbed on the seat, taking one of Stevie’s menus. He grumbled, but let her as she placed it in front of her, her legs hitting against the bottom of the booth. “Dave says we’re going to the fair!” You sighed, your head in your hands. Stevie fist bumped the air, latching onto you. “Can we go with them please? Pretty please? I swear I won’t eat any more of your ice creams.” He batted his eyelashes, his eyes pleading with you. “We’re all going dummy. No puppy eyes!” He smiled as he pulled a menu out. “THANK YOU.” You had barely taken notice of Dave as he sat opposite you, his dark eyes searching over you. “Hi.” He spoke, a smile playing on his lips. You blushed as you met his eyes, your own lowering as you searched the table for another menu.  

“Hi.” You smiled back, your tongue darting over your lips as you drank in the way he looked. Tight black shirt, stretched thin over his biceps and dark denim jeans, frayed at the ends from excessive wear. You sighed, your ribs being poked by tiny fingers. This is going to be a long night. Dinner went by faster than expected, the kids were too hungry to really talk and you felt like you couldn’t talk for fear of moaning with the way Dave was eyefucking you from across the table. He paid for dinner as you walked out the restaurant, a child attached to each arm. “Do we have to drive to Elmer’s?” Stella chirped as Stevie pulled harder, urging you to walk faster. “I don’t know, you’ll have to ask Dave.” You spoke as he strolled alongside you, his hands in his pockets. “Okay so we can walk there as long as I can walk with Kay. Deal?” The kids squealed as they released your arms, running ahead down the sidewalk. “Thought you liked driving Dave?” You probed, your hands finding his as you walked. “I do, but sometimes I like to slow it down and enjoy things as they come.” You didn’t know if it was your oxygen deprived brain or his deliverance, but he seemed to linger on the word come. You shivered, even though the breeze on your skin was warm.  

You walked in silence before bringing up the whole Aubrey situation. He seemed less pained as you told him what you said, his eyes lighting up as you babbled. “You do bitch so well baby.” He leant over as you relaxed into his side, falling perfectly in step with him. His lips coasted your cheek as you heard the wind pick up the distant chimes of the fair. The kids ran off, their little legs almost going supersonic speeds as they raced towards the twinkling lights and thundering music. You caught up with them easily, Dave’s hand gripping yours as wind whipped through your hair. You lined up, nestled in his arms as you paid admission, the kids pulling excitedly at your hands. The lines were long but Dave made time go by faster, his wit and humour making every minute go by in a blink. The kids pleaded to go on the giant funhouse, only made available for kids under ten. You let them, asking the supervisor there to keep an eye on them as you made your way around, looking for something to pass the time as they wore themselves out. You passed a rickety old tunnel ride, the red and pink lights flashing as you grinned at Dave. “Please?” You batted your lashes as you pointed to the sign, his eyes lighting up. “Tunnel of Love? It’s like the lamest ride here, plus it looks half broken down.” You pouted, pulling out the puppy dog eyes. “But what about the ferris wheel?” He pointed behind you as you whipped around. “I hate heights.” You turned back to him, pulling him flush against you. “Plus if we go on the tunnel of love, we can just make out the whole time. No interruptions.” You whispered as his hands gripped your hips.

You crushed your lips to his, his tongue darting over yours as he groaned. “Well then what are we fucking waiting for?” His voice was whiskey and silk as it coasted over you, his hands pulling you to the entrance. You paid your entry, sitting in the crappy plastic seats as you made your way into the darkness. You didn’t waste a minute, coming together as soon as you disappeared from view. His hands found your waist, his fingers balling the material up as he gripped you to him, your legs entangling. Your breathing made you dizzy, his breath intoxicating as his lips left yours, dragging hot wet kisses down your jaw and over your neck. You squirmed, desperate for more your head rolling as his lips found your collarbone. “I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day.” He breathed, his teeth grazing your skin. “I’ve been thinking about this all fucking week in fact.” You sighed as his fingers played with the zip of your jacket, his hands reaching up to pull it from your shoulders. You shivered slightly as it dropped to your waist, his hands palming over you as his lips found yours once more. You inched closer to him as the ride ground to a halt, your attention otherwise occupied as his hands roamed your body.  

He was everywhere, lighting everything on fire, an unholy flame raging through your veins as you shook. His lips left yours as you both gasped for air, hands on legs and shoulders as you came together. His hands coasted over your hips as he pulled you onto his hips, your legs straddling his as you ground against him, his cock hard against the material of his jeans. You smiled, as you reached between your bodies, your hand running over his growing bulge as he groaned. The sounds he made were lost in the cacophony of love songs playing on the overhead system. You drowned them out as you buried your head in his neck, placing soft kisses against his mole speckled skin. He rolled his neck as his hands coasted over your ass, kneading and gripping you tighter to him. You don’t know how long you stayed buried in his neck but you came up gasping for air as he dragged your shirt up your torso. The lighting was so dim you could barely see an inch in front of you but you could swear you could feel his eyes on you. He moved quickly, pulling your shirt from you completely, his mouth replacing the cotton as he licked over your breast, rough fingertips pulling the lace from you. You stopped him, reaching behind you to unclasp it before letting it fall to the floor. “Fuck.” He whispered, his lips connecting with your skin. You lit up like a circuit board, his lips the ignition for the spark than ran through you. His lips dragged across the valley of your chest, his tongue rolling over your nipple before he took it between his teeth, his lips latching as you surged towards him.  

Moans fell from your lips as you rocked atop him, his cock rubbing the material of your cutoffs in such a way; that if you carried on, there would be no coming back. He paused as his hands coasted over your spine, nails leaving ragged red marks as he moved, his mouth now giving attention elsewhere. Your breathing was ragged as your fingers danced over the fabric of his shirt, fingertips intertwining with dark hair on the bottom of his stomach. His breathing caught as you pulled the material up, his warmth leaving yours as he pulled it over his head. You bit your lip as you palmed over his chest, barely making out the constellation of freckles in the dim lights. “Either get rid of the shorts or I will do it for you.” He spoke, his voice cracking. You nodded as you rolled back to your seat, your shorts already half way down your legs as his hands raked over you. He started innocently enough, half finished patterns on your thighs, his fingers snaking over the sensitive skin on the inner half. You sighed, rolling against the plastic wishing for more than just his hands. Not that you were complaining, of course.  

His hands were magic as they moved over your skin, electric and fire and holy Hell ran through your veins at the lightest of touch. His fingers danced over the lace of your panties as your lip caught between your teeth. You groaned as he pulled away only for his fingers to hook in the band of your panties, roughly pulling them down your legs. His hands were on your hips as he pulled you to him again, his jeans discarded somewhere in the darkness. You didn’t care as you straddled him again, his cock teasing over your clit. “You’ve clearly been thinking about this all day too.” He breathed, his words vibrating over your skin. “You have no idea Dave, you were practically eye-fucking me at dinner.” Your words were punctuated by draws of breath as he slipped over you, his fingers dipping between your folds. “Well it’s a shame we had company, I wanted nothing more than to be eating you rather than the pizza.” You shook as you straddled him, your clit rubbing against the head of his cock. You stifled a moan, the music pausing as he moved over you. He moved painfully slow, his cock drawing circles over your clit as you bit your lip.  

“Dave-” You whispered his name as his hips snapped to yours, his cock slipping over you quicker. You sucked in a sharp breath as he raised his hand to your face. He let his fingers trace over your cheek and your jaw before his fingers grazed your lips. You understood immediately, wrapping your lips around his fingers, your tongue rolling over them. He groaned in the darkness, his cock twitching against your core. “You really have a mouth on you, don’t you, baby?” He whispered as you rolled against him, your body raging in a fire that you were pretty sure was going to consume you. “Dave-” You whined as his hands dipped between your legs, the tips of his fingers brushing against you. It was like kicking up the dust, the flames only licking higher at the lightest touch. He palmed over his cock, using his fingers to rub slight circles against you, his cock teasing at your entrance. “Dave-” You spoke more forcefully as his chuckle filled the space between you. “Sorry baby” He spoke against your skin as he pushed into you, your body sighing in relief. “You’re forgiven” You stuttered out, your breathing shallow as he began to thrust into you. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers leaving half moon ridges from bitten down fingernails. He rolled you a top him, rocking as he thrusted, the combination only fuelling the fire that raged on within you.  

Your arms found his chest, palming over him as the coil within you tightened, your head spinning. His hands wandered over your body, his fingers finding your nipples once more as he rolled them between his forefinger and thumb, a groan rippling through him. He thrust harder, his cock slamming against you as you bit back a scream. “I want to hear you baby, don’t hold back.” He whispered as his hands moved down your body, rough fingertips barely touching your clit. You clenched around him at the contact, your head rolling back as he gripped you to him. “I may be an ass man, but when you serve up your tits like this I can’t help but take advantage.” You barely choked out a reply, a mixture of his lips and hands had you spilling out moans. Curses left your lips as his fingers quickened; his mouth finding your chest once more, his lips puckering the skin and marring it purple and blue. Your legs shook as a moan ricocheted through you. “Cum for me baby. I want to hear and feel you cum.” He spoke again as your head fell against the top of his, his cock slamming into you at angles that had you seeing stars. “Dave-” You mumbled, your body rising as the coil tightened. Your breathing stopped as you hurtled over the edge, a scream piercing the stagnant air around you. It echoed as your muscles seized, your heart slamming in your chest.  

He moaned, your name falling from his lips in an almost prayer as his head fell forwards. His fingers never stopped their relentless movements, his patterns unfinished as he pushed you towards that edge again. “Again baby.” He whispered, barely audible over the drone of the music. You bit your lip as you rocked against him, your ass moving at double the speed he could manage. “Join me.” You whispered back, using your nose to nudge his head to the side. You kissed along his neck, sucking the skin between your teeth as his hips juddered against yours, urging you towards his release. “Dave-” You whispered against him as he slammed into you, his orgasm crashing over him as his fingers danced you towards your own. You screamed against his neck, the noise only slightly muffled by skin. He held you there, your bodies slick with sweat as you reached for your shirt. You peeled yourself from him as the lights came on, the carriage inching forward at long last.  

“How long were we in here for?” You asked Dave as you dressed, frantically pulling on items of clothing. “I have no idea but I don’t particularly care.” He laughed as he zipped himself up. “Dave, I can’t find my panties. Do you remember where I was when I took them off?” His eyes widened as he took his phone from his pocket, his torch illuminating the space around you. “I think I threw them.” he laughed, his face crumpled in a half laugh. “You asshole!” You play slapped his arm as you pulled your shorts on, the denim rough against your sensitive skin. “I didn’t mean to! They were in the way and I was preoccupied!” You sighed as you sat back down, the denim rubbing against you. “You owe me new ones.” You grumbled, settling in the crook of his arm. “Why you know when we’re together you’re better off without.” You smiled as the ride came to an end, the world outside darker than you thought it would be. You stepped out the carriage, stretching out your aching muscles as Dave did the same. A young girl probably no older than 15 came running over to you, her face in a blind panic.

“We are so sorry that the ride broke down! We can offer you a full refund for your trip and maybe some snacks? It usually doesn’t break down for that long.” You reached out for her, your hand gently touching her arm. “It’s okay! I didn’t mind, we barely even noticed. In fact I would definitely come again.” You emphasized the word come as your eyes glanced over to Dave, his hands covering the grin on his face. “Oh thank you! I hope you had a wonderful time!” She smiled as she returned to her station. “Wonderful is the light way of saying it.” You mumbled as Dave walked over to you. “We should get the kids and go home, it’s getting late.” He spoke as you walked hand in hand to pick them up. They came out screeching, their eyes red rimmed and yawns stretching their mouths wide. “Where were you guys?” Stella croaked, her little hands covering her mouth as she yawned again. She reached out for your hand as you walked through the grass. “Me and Dave went on a grown up ride. It broke down and we couldn’t get out!” You laughed, shooting Dave a look as he took Stevie’s hand. “Was it scary?!” Stevie piped up, his eyes wide as you walked on, heading out the fair. “Katie was screaming it was that scary.” Dave quipped, blush rippling through your cheeks.  

“Scaredy cat! Can we try and win a bear before we go home?!” Stella squealed as she pointed to the hook a duck sign. “Sure thing kiddo!” You laughed as you and Dave paid the attendant, each of the kids successfully winning themselves a bear. Dave yelled as Stella won 2 in a row and you laughed as Stevie went on to win 2 as well. “We can all have a bear!” Stevie smiled as he handed Dave the stuffed animal. “Aw, thank you Stevie! I’ll treasure it forever!” He smiled, his whiskey colored eyes lighting up at the small gesture. “Well now we have our bears how about we all go home?” Stella nodded, her lids drooping as you walked back to the car. You limped as the material of your shorts rubbed against you, the friction making it hard to close your legs. “Kay, why are you walking like a penguin?” Stevie asked as he watched you, his hand still gripping Dave’s. “Is it because of the ride?” He quirked his brow innocently as you blushed, a deep shade of crimson. “It most certainly is. But don’t worry I’m sure it’ll pass.” You winked at Dave as a smirk played on your lips. You carried on walking until your legs ached and you were pretty sure denim was made of sandpaper. You spotted the car, the kids using the last of their energy to run towards them. Dave and you hung back, your fingers latching together as you spoke. “So maybe next time bring a spare pair?” He quipped, his eyes smiling as he spoke. “Oh so there’s going to be a next time?!” You laughed, using your hand to slap across his chest playfully. “Kids or no kids, I’m game if you are.” You laughed. “Oh it’s on Hodgman.”