#i am leaning that giving them full control is the right choice here but am worried the concern itself may be agitating

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

A storm is rolling in and I think I may lose power. I'm okay with that, but it would mean messaging my clients for the night. Maybe I'll just give them a heads up and some options and see what they want to do?

[bamsywrites]

And Comes Dawn pt 11

Pairing: Sauron/Halbrand x Reader

Summary: The Deciever has a question for his Sweet One.

Tags: fluff. Like FLUFF. He may be deranged but he's got a soft spot. Also, told you I was gonna make the Annatar bow angsty.

Notes: the fic is out of order now because I have a lot going on and ITS MY FIC OK OK. Not having to have everything in order has given me so much inspo that within the next 24 hours there could be 2 more parts and 2 other things too soo. I love you all. Thank you for your support. My dms and inbox are always open, also if you wanna give me like a lil tip it would be appreciated.

Halbrand leaned against the archway to the library and watched you as you read through the scrolls and histories. It's how you'd spent your days since coming to Eregion. He worked on the elven rings, and you were here, reading. It was endearing to him that you sought knowledge in such a way. Proof that he had made the right choice in you.

There had to be three. Just as there had to be three rings.

Him with his power and darkness.

Galadriel with her wisdom and light.

You with your goodness and warmth to balance them out.

Three.

Though, he only desired you. Only loved you. You were what he was doing all this for. He had to create a lasting peace. He had to make Middle Earth safe and perfect. He had to overcome this pesky issue of your mortality. He could not allow you to live in a broken world. He would not allow you to come to harm, and, selfishly, perhaps, he could not let you die. The rings were for you. His ambitions and goals revolved around you.

All for you.

At least, that is what he made himself believe. If he was truly honest, he had different motives as well. Motives of power and control. Motives that would have driven him down this path if you'd never met. His deception was so great that he was able to hide that away. He was able to believe the ends justified the means. And if you were what was at the end, there was no depravity he could not justify.

Watching you now, you were breathtaking with your eyes focused and strands of hair falling in your face. You'd taken full advantage of the beautiful wardrobe and styles of the elves. Intricate, delicate strands of silver were braided through your hair. You wore a dress of light blue with more silver, and the delicate chains only served to accentuate your curves. He had thought you were beautiful in the Numenorian garb, but now you looked stunning. Breathtaking. He'd seen the most beautiful of the elves, the Silmarils, the light of creation. Yet you were greater than them all.

“I know you're there,” you spoke, the ghost of a smile playing at your lips, but your eyes never moved from the page.

“And yet you stare only at your books. My heart can not help but break.” He teased. “I will not be shamed for staring at the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”

He smirked at your blush, approaching you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He noticed that the back half of your hair was pulled up and tied into a bow. He chuckled softly and rested his chin on your shoulder. “What do you read now?”

“A tale of a human and elf falling in love,” you relaxed into his embrace.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, your neck, up to your cheek before turning your head so he could capture your lips in a soft kiss. “Last week, it was the fall of elven cities. This week, it's romance. You never cease to amaze me.”

“You are easily amazed, then.”

“Do not doubt yourself, sweet one.” He pressed a kiss to your nose, turning you around in his arms and lifting you to sit on the edge of the table. “I am in awe of you always, but recently, I'm in awe of these things you do with your hair. A bow?” He teased softly, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Do you not like it,” The way you looked up at him, seeking his approval, it mirrored the expression you wore when you were on your knees begging for him. His fingers tightened on your hips, restraining from taking you on the table.

“I do. It suits you.” He smiles softly, his eyes softening as he sees your bright smile.

“Perhaps you could grow your hair, and I can do it to you. I've seen elves of all kind wear it,” there was an excitement to your voice as you spoke.

He chuckled, “Perhaps one day, if we are parted, I will wear it as a reminder of you when my heart yearns for you.”

“You jest.”

“I do no such thing. You have plenty of things to remember me by,” his fingers traveled down to the intricate necklace of copper he'd made for you at the forge in Numenor. You always wore it. “I shall have the hair bow.”

You frowned, and his thumb traced the downward turn of your lips, his head tilted in a silent question. “Perhaps if I were to have more coin, I could get you something. Perhaps…”

Your words were muffled as he pressed a kiss to your lips. His hands held your face as he deepened it. It was only when he felt his body react that he pulled away. His nose brushed yours. “You have given me more than enough.”

You smiled up at him, face flushed and lips swollen. His thumb gently caressed your cheeks.

“I don't intend to ever be parted from you,” he whispered softly, tucking your hair behind your ears. “I mean it.”

He pulled away, searching his pockets for a moment before pulling out a ring. It had a silver band and a small blue gem at the center. He knew it was more than a simple band. He knew of the power he placed in it. The materials he snuck from the forge to add to it. It would need to be perfected in time to come, but for now, it would do what he needed it to. It would increase your lifespan, heal your wounds faster, and It created a connection with him, wherever you were.

It also served as a symbol. That you were his. That his feelings for you were real. His intentions were true.

He looked at it for a moment before looking at you. “ In elven culture, it's customary to give your betrothed a silver ring that you wear until marriage. At that time, they were traded for gold bands. I added a bit more. A gem as blue as the waters that brought us together.”

You gasped softly, looking at the ring and then to him.

“It's the custom of your people to ask the family but you have none. The family who warded you is gone as well. I have no one to ask for your hand but you. As such, I felt that I should give you the same proposal in which I would have given your father.”

He stood up straight, one hand on your chin directing you to look at him. “You fill me with a warmth I've never known. I no longer know who I am if not with you. I was lost and astray, without hope or purpose. It was as if the gods themselves put you on my path. You are a beacon of hope, your smile my purpose. There is nothing I would not do for you, no trial I would not face. I love you. I adore you. I have never thought of children until I met you, and now I know I want to make you a mother. I want to make you my wife.”

He brushed away a tear that had fallen from your eyes, “I give you the choice, I would never force anything upon you. Do you want that? Do you want me?” He took a deep breath, shaking his head. “Fuck, I'm so nervous I can't talk. Just tell me, yes or no? Will you marry me?”

You laughed, nodding your head. He slid the ring onto your finger before lifting you and twirling you around. As he set you down, you looked at the ring on your finger.

“I never thought I'd be betrothed. I never thought I'd choose who I could marry.” You smiled up at him, and it filled him with joy unimaginable.

“I never thought I'd give a woman a romantic speech or truly want to settle down.” He rested his forehead against yours once more. “I'm a changed man thanks to you. Near unrecognizable to that drifter on the raft.”

“That is true. You will be a king soon.” You gasped suddenly as a realization dawned on you. “ I'm going to be a queen. Me? A queen” you laughed softly at the thought.

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “That is true. As soon as my business here is done, we can return to the southlands and be wed, and you can meet all your subjects.”

You wrinkled your nose, “I'm not sure I like the thought of having subjects.”

“Of course you don't, “ he rolled his eyes but didn't stop smiling. “Why don't we go back to our chambers, and I can show you how devoted of a subject I am?”

Your cheeks turned red, and you buried your face in his neck. He placed a kiss on your head, “I'll kneel and worship my queen.”

“Halbrand,” you spoke, pulling back and giving him a look.

“I'll fill you with my warmth.”

"Stop it!” You smacked his arm,causing him to laugh deeply and wrap his arms around you for a tight hug.

[hhghgt]

After work outing

Drunk Buck and Eddie found themselves alone after the team left in the familiar glow of their favorite bar, eddie leaning against the counter spinning his beer bottle lazily in his hand, that cocky grin plastered on his face. He glanced at Buck, who was watching him with a smirk, clearly already in the mood to give him a hard time.

“You know,” Eddie started, leaning in a bit, voice dripping with teasing, “the last time you were here this drunk, you kissed Lucy.”

Buck groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I knew you were gonna bring that up.”

Eddie just smirked. “What? I wasn’t gonna let it slide. It’s not every day I see you trip over yourself like that.” He took a sip of his beer, eyes locked on Buck’s. “Though, to be fair, it’s probably because I wasn’t there to stop you.”

Buck raised an eyebrow, his grin slowly creeping back. “Oh, so now it’s my fault because you weren’t babysitting me?”

“Not babysitting,” Eddie shot back with a smirk. “Just keeping you from making dumb decisions. Clearly, when I’m not around, things get messy.”

Buck chuckled, leaning in a little closer. “You saying I wouldn’t have kissed her if you were there?”

Eddie didn’t miss a beat. “Probably. I wouldn’t have let you embarrass yourself like that.”

Buck tilted his head, eyes narrowing playfully. “You think you can control me that much, Diaz?”

Eddie shrugged, his smirk widening. “I think I don’t have to try. You listen to me whether you admit it or not.”

Buck snorted. “You’re full of it.”

Eddie leaned in, just a fraction, his voice dropping low, teasing but layered with something heavier. “Am I? Because the way I see it, when I’m not around, you make some pretty questionable choices.”

Buck’s eyes lingered on Eddie for a beat too long, tension crackling between them. “Yeah?” His voice was quieter now, almost serious. “Maybe I made those choices because you weren’t there.”

Eddie blinked, caught off guard by the shift in Buck’s tone, but he recovered quickly, leaning back with a half-smile. “Is that right?”

Buck shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. “Could be. Who knows what would've happened if you were?”

Eddie let out a low chuckle. “You think I could’ve stopped you from making out with Lucy?”

Buck leaned in again, this time just close enough that Eddie could feel the warmth radiating from him. “Maybe. Or maybe I would’ve made a different choice.”

Eddie’s heart skipped, but he kept his voice steady, his smirk still in place. “What, you saying you’d have kissed me instead?”

The air between them felt charged, every word carrying weight now. Buck didn’t flinch, just met Eddie’s gaze head-on. “Maybe. Maybe that’s what I should’ve done.”

Eddie stared at him for a long moment, his pulse racing, but he forced a chuckle. “Careful, Buck. You don’t want to start something you can’t finish.”

Buck’s grin widened, though his eyes stayed locked on Eddie’s, intense and challenging. “Who says I wouldn’t finish it?”

For a moment, everything else in the bar faded away—the noise, the people, the lights. It was just the two of them, caught in the tension they’d been dancing around for longer than either of them wanted to admit.

Eddie raised his bottle, taking a slow sip, eyes never leaving Buck’s. “Good thing I’m here now, then. Wouldn’t want you making any more reckless decisions.”

Buck’s smile softened just a bit, the playful glint still in his eyes, but something more lingering beneath it. “Yeah, wouldn’t want that.”

Without saying a word, Eddie while keeping the eye contact put his beer on the counter and leaned in gripping Buck’s jacket., closing the last inch of space between them. His lips brushed Buck’s, tentative at first, almost testing, but the moment they connected, everything else fell away. Buck responded immediately, leaning into the kiss with a hunger that caught Eddie off guard, his hand sliding up to the back of Eddie’s neck to pull him closer.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Buck chuckled softly, his voice hoarse whispering in Eddie’s ear. "Well… that wasn’t a bad decision."

Eddie huffed out a laugh, his heart still racing. "No, it wasn’t."

They stayed like that for a moment, the noise of the bar returning as the world outside them came back into focus. Buck pulled back just enough to meet Eddie’s eyes, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Guess I’ll need you around to keep me in check from now on.”

Eddie smirked, his fingers still gripping Buck’s jacket. “Yeah, you just might.”

[erikahenningsen]

Rejanis. Dealer’s choice. ;)

32. A kiss while someone watches

Regina barely slept last night. Actually, she hasn't slept well for at least a week. Her body feels sluggish while her brain moves fast, thoughts whipping by like she's in a car with a steering wheel that doesn't work.

She picks at her thumbnail while her friends gather into a circle, and Kyle places the bottle in the center—an empty wine bottle Regina had pulled out from the recycling bin in the garage.

Regina tries to think of a way out of this game but comes up empty; she's positive that if she protests, everyone will somehow, suddenly know.

They'll know that Regina's been spending her nights staring at her ceiling, trying and failing to think about anything or anyone but Janis. That she runs her phone battery down scrolling through Janis's personal and art Instagram accounts and her camera roll, full of photos of them together or just random photos of Janis, for hours. That last night, Regina hesitantly typed am I gay? into Google.

As Kyle and Karen make juvenile jokes about kissing, Regina gets the creeping, panicky feeling she did when she got on the biggest roller coaster at Six Flags last summer—like she's being strapped into an experience she doesn't want to have and handing the controls to her life over to someone else.

Kyle's big, boyish hand lands on her knee, and Regina jumps.

"You good, babe?" he asks, and Regina fights not to cringe like she does every time he calls her that.

"Good, all good," Regina says, hoping she sounds cool and casual. Not that she expects Kyle to pick up on any nuance in her tone.

They've kissed a few times, and it hasn't been particularly enjoyable. Kyle's lips are rough, and he presses in too hard, is too eager to use tongue. Every time, it leaves Regina with the unsettling thought that there is something deeply wrong with her.

"I'll go first!" Karen says enthusiastically, reaching forward and giving the bottle a spin.

Regina sits back on her hands, watching as the bottle slowly spins to a stop, pointing right at Kyle. All the eyes in the circle turn to her, and belatedly, Regina realizes she's supposed to give a shit.

"Watch yourself," Regina says, pointing at Karen. Everyone laughs, but there's a distinct tense energy in the room—probably because Regina knows for a fact half the people here have never kissed anyone.

Karen shuffles over to Kyle, resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning in. Karen, at least, has kissed a few people already, so she's playing for fun, not to increase the number of fingers she can put down during a game of Never Have I Ever.

The kiss is short and relatively chaste, because Regina knows Karen would never actually kiss her boyfriend, and certainly not in front of witnesses. But Regina knows she's supposed to be jealous, possessive, so when they part, Regina slides her hand into his and gives him a look.

"Sorry, babe," Kyle says sheepishly as Karen scoots back to her spot.

Regina presses a brief kiss to his lips and reaches for the bottle, saying, "I'm not watching you kiss someone else again so soon." In truth, she just wants to get this fucking over with.

Regina stares, almost hypnotized, as the bottle spins around and around. She's so focused on the movement that it takes her a moment to realize that it's stopped.

On Janis.

For a minute, Regina has no idea what to do. Of course she wants to kiss Janis. She thinks constantly about kissing Janis. She has dreams about kissing Janis. But she's spent every night for the last month praying to anyone who would listen that she could stop wanting. Stop wishing.

Regina realizes that she's been frozen too long, and Janis is starting to shift uncomfortably. The only way out is through, she figures. So she crawls over, sets her hands on Janis's shoulders, and leans in before she has time to think about it too much.

It is absolutely nothing like kissing Kyle. Janis's lips are so soft, and she tastes like the Twizzlers she had been eating. She inhales just a little when Regina makes contact, so that Regina can feel it, and it takes all of her willpower not to shiver.

This, Regina thinks absently, is what it's supposed to feel like.

Regina's whole skin is buzzing like she's electrified, and she tilts her head a little so they fit together more seamlessly. It's like everything suddenly falls into place, and she understands what she's been missing this whole time when her friends talk about their crushes.

Janis tenses beneath her, and Regina pulls back abruptly, realizing with a start that she's taken way too long. There are a few giggles behind her, and she feels her face burn hot. Janis is looking at her, wide-eyed, an expression Regina has never seen before.

Regina hears a whisper behind her, maybe Gretchen to Karen, and she has to do damage control. Now.

Regina slides back to her spot in the circle, a coy smile forced onto her lips.

"I knew she'd let me do that," she says, like she's saying it only to Kyle but she makes sure it's loud enough for everyone to hear. "She's like, obsessed with me." She smirks and flips her hair over her shoulder and she feels sick, like she might throw up all over Gretchen's Steve Madden boots.

More giggles and whispers, but this time they're looking at Janis, and Regina feels a sense of relief knowing that it won't be her they're talking about at school on Monday.

Regina chances a glance at Janis, who is looking at Regina like she's never seen her before. Regina looks away, desperately trying to think of a way to let Janis know how much she didn't want to do that without toppling her carefully crafted house of cards.

Maybe it would be easier if Janis hated her, actually. Sure, it'd hurt, but maybe it would stop these thoughts. These feelings. It's you or me, Regina tries to silently tell her.

And Regina will always pick herself.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fresh Pain

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

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Hot pain shoots down your arm. You groan as you wiggle your fingers and give up. It hurts too much. You gnash your teeth and whimper. You puff through your nose as agony courses through your muscles.

The gunshot echoes in your mind. Birdy. You should’ve known she’d blab. You really didn’t think she was that stupid. Why couldn’t she just keep her mouth shut?

You sigh. What can you do now? Stay angry? She might deserve it but not as much as they fuckwads who took you. 

“You’re not helping yourself,” the man says as he rouses in the chair. He sits up and stretches his neck. “You tense up like that and it’s only gonna get worse.”

“Like you give a shit,” you growl. “Easier to trade us like cattle if we can’t fight back.”

He snickers, “well, I did tell him not to fire into the goddamn car but I think he did us all a favour clipping your wing.”

Your eyes roll back and you curl your lip. His arrogance reminds you of Sam in a way, but there’s less humour there. He’s king shit among the shitlords.

“So, how much am I worth? Is it a bundle deal?”

He pokes his tongue out, gliding it over his lower lip as he runs his index down the cleft in his chin. He’s amused. You’re not.

“You know, I don’t think there’s a price worthy of you. As much as I could use the pocket change.”

“Bullshit. You’re working for them. I know a goddamn pig when I see one.”

“Ex-pig. Fed.” He explains, “pays a lot more to work for myself.”

“Oh, yeah,” you wince and hiss as another pang coils in your arm, “and what about the other two?”

“Business partners.”

“Oh, if you asked me, I would’ve thought the other one with the shit stache was the leader. You fall in line right behind his greasy ass, don’t you?”

He rumbles, half a growl, half a chuckle. He leans forward, hands clutched together, “you’re trying to provoke me.”

“If this is a job to you, you should finish it,” you sneer, “arm hurts so bad, you’d be doing me a favour.”

“And what about your friends? You don’t care about them? You haven’t even asked.”

“I don’t gotta ask,” you suck in a breath and shake a hand in front of your arm, not daring to touch your wrapped wound, “goddamn it. God… urgh.”

“I told you to relax,” he chides.

“Hard to fucking relax with a jackass sitting in the corner like a goddamn Bond villain.”

“August,” he stands, “if you’re wondering. And you’re Candy. Fitting, you are a sweet thing, aren’t you?”

Your eyes list away and you drop your head back weakly. He’s irritating, almost as much as Sam. This is why you sold a dream to mean and not the real thing.

“I got some painkillers,” he lowers himself onto the edge of the bed, “if you ask nicely, I could slip you a few. Strong stuff, too.”

You glare at him. You’re not stupid. A bullet wound isn’t going to save you. It’s just another disadvantage.

“I’m good,” you snip.

“Strong, I like it. Stubborn, don’t like that so much,” he traces his fingers along your shoulder, “but that face balances the tables, don’t it?”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Hmph, aren’t you a picky bitch?” He scoffs and grips your arm, squeezing until you shriek. You kick as lightning shoots up to the joint and ripples through your flesh. “I’m tryna be a nice guy here and you’re not helping, are you?”

“Fucker–”

He rips his hand away from your arm and taps your cheek. Not a full slap but enough to sting. He frames your chin and forces your head straight.

“Enough of that. I don’t like girls with ugly mouths,” he seethes as he leans in.

“Talk about an ugly mouth,” you retort.

He shoves you back, slipping his hand down to your neck. He squeezes and pins you to the pillows. You cough, arm thrumming until you squeak. As if this couldn’t be worse. A new set of psychos to deal with.

“You got two choices, cupcake. I can feed you some pills or something else. All I’m asking is for a little gratitude. Just… be nice.”

You furrow your nose defiantly. A scream curdles in the air and permeates through the wall. Birdy. As much as you hate her, you don’t want her to be hurt. Your eyes flit to the door and you try to sit up without thinking. He keeps you down without effort.

“She’ll be fine,” he bends over you, close enough that his breath wraps around you, “as long as you behave.”

[hiraeth-witch-11]

Billy Russo's "Pet" Part 2

Warnings: Billy Russo, nonsexual forced nudity

Word Count: 1000ish

Your head throbs as you wake. Resting on something warm and soft, the chill has been chased away from your limbs. Nuzzling into the warmth, you inhale the smell of the forest combined with something spicy and a surprising sweetness. 

“I knew you’d like me if you gave me half a chance,” a voice says teasingly, their laughter sending vibrations through their chest and against your face.

You try to jerk away, remembering where you are. Strong arms wrap around you like steel bands.

“Nuh uh, none of that now. I need to get you cleaned up before we have our little chat about how things are gonna work around here. Do you understand?”

You refuse to look at his face as you spit angrily, “You’re insane. Let me go!”

Billy sighs in disappointment, hand reaching up to grip your jaw roughly as he forces you to look at him.

“I don’t wanna hurt you anymore than I have to.” A pause then a sly smile. “Or anymore than you beg me to. Are you gonna listen or am I gonna have to compel you again?”

You flinch at the idea. Everytime he compels you, it feels like your mind and body are not your own. You try to fight it, but it just makes it worse. It’s a horrific feeling, one you would do just about anything to avoid.

“I’ll listen,” you answer quietly. You’re too tired to try and escape again right now. You need to rest and figure out this man’s patterns, his weaknesses. Picking your battles to get on his good side and keep yourself safe. Then you can bolt the second you get another chance. Preferably with shoes this time.

“Good girl, pet.” 

The words elicit a response from you that is not at all controlled by your brain. Of course the creepy monster man had to be sexy. You try to tamp down on your lust and maintain your anger. “I have a name.”

“I’m well aware.” Billy lifts you and carries you into a magnificent bathroom. His entire home was more life a palace than a house. Somehow, he manages to flick on the light while keeping you in his arms. The sudden brightness makes you grimace, eyes closing as the light sends spearing pain throughout your skull. “Sorry, pet. I’ll keep it off.”

You hear the light switch click and tentatively open your eyes. Billy sets you on the edge of the tub, starts the hot water running, and strides over to the cabinet, pulling out a first aid kit.

“I think you have a concussion. We’ll get you all healed up as soon as you’re clean.”

You aren’t sure what he means and you don’t ask, opting to watch him silently instead. It’s hard to read his expression in the dark, not much light has entered the room from the doorway and his face is in the shadows. He kneels in front of you with the kit and grabs one of your feet. You flinch at the contact and he gives you a stern look.

“Sit still,” he orders. Billy peels off the torn sock, stained with dirt and blood, tossing it effortlessly into the trash without looking. Using a pair of tweezers, he efficiently removes the various debris from your cuts before moving to the next foot. Once your feet are taken care of, he examines your palms and temple. Thankfully, there isn’t much to dig out of the egg sized bump on your scalp, just a splinter. The tub is full at this point, tendrils of steam rising off it, visible even in the dim light.

“Strip and get in,” he says as he washes his hands and puts away the kit.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Your clothes are filthy and you are covered in mud.”

“Turn around,” you insist.

“No.” He leans back against the counter, arms folded. You hesitate. “Now or I’ll just compel you. The choice is yours.”

With shaky hands, you begin to remove your clothing. Once he sees that you are complying, he surprises you by looking away and busying himself with pulling several fluffy white towels out of the cabinet and setting them by the tub.

You step into the tub on limbs rubbery with exhaustion and hold back a groan at how good the heat feels on your sore muscles. The tub is so large that even with several inches between the water level and the rim, you are already chest deep in water. Bringing your knees up to your chest, you wrap your arms around your legs in an attempt to preserve your modesty.

Billy startles you once again by seemingly appearing out of thin air right next to the tub. Maybe your observational skills have declined because of the sheer stress of being kidnapped and chased. In his hand is a white washcloth. You tense as he makes slow, obvious motions. Dipping the cloth into the water and carefully pressing it against the skin of your shoulder. 

He’s surprisingly almost clinical about it, not necessarily because it seems unfeeling, but more because it’s thorough and not sexual in the slightest. Billy wipes the dirt from your shoulders, back, arms, calves and feet, leaving the rest of your body to you. He takes special care as he grabs a fresh washcloth and cleans your face. You can feel the sensation of drying blood on your scalp and your fingers itch to reach up and start scratching your scalp until the blood and mud are gone. It’s an irrational urge, one you are all too familiar with, and you breathe a sigh of relief when Billy instructs you to tilt your head back.

With one hand against your forehead to protect your eyes, he pours warm water over your hair until it’s thoroughly wetted. Then he douses it in shampoo and rubs his fingers into your scalp. You can’t remember the last time someone washed your hair for you. You'd almost forgotten how good it felt.

Billy seems pleased with your reaction as you allow yourself to relax into his touch. He rinses the soap from your hair and conditions it, before repeating the process. You finally feel clean. Something that shouldn’t be so important to you in this situation, but is.

“Up,” Billy instructs, holding out a large towel. You cautiously allow him to wrap you in it and towel off your hair with a second, smaller towel.

“Good pet, you behaved so well for me. Now we can talk.” Billy grins widely, elongated canines fully on display. The look of a predator.

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[age-of-play-i-say]

Puppy Fever, pt. 2

Sitting criss-cross applesauce on my bare tush between Daddy's legs, sipping my second drink after having taken my yucky medicine again, I realize how wiggly I am.

I cannot sit still! Puzzled, I stay my hips for just a moment and my bladder pangs loudly.

I sniffle and whine quietly, not for the first time this morning. Daddy reaches between his knees to scratch lightly as my scalp to soothe me, feeling a pang in his heart at his baby’s discomfort. He’s done all he can, but there’s only so much he can do to comfort his sick baby. 

In all the excitement of being Daddy's sick little pup, I forgot about going potty. In fairness, he did tell me not to worry about it, but now that I'm desperate, I find myself feeling soooo shy. It doesn't help that Daddy is, from the sound of it, in the middle of a meeting. He's not saying much, but he's unmuted to give feedback often.

I didn't even do my usual morning potty time and now it's veering on 11am and I'm filled to the brim, having been drinking often at Daddy's careful guidance. I put my sippy cup on the table and sit back on my knees, trying to work out what to do.

My brain is cloudy from the cold meds and the headspace, and all I know for sure is that I need to be quiet until the meeting is over. I'm so full that I know the volume of my release will be uncontrollable. I think about trying to let off some of the pressure but I'm so sore and tired that I know I won't be able to manage it.

I whine again, trying to figure out what to do. Then I remember that I'm Daddy's puppy today. I actively try to turn my brain off, replaying his words over and over in my head. 

I can trust Daddy. I trust Daddy.

I close my eyes and lean against Daddy's legs, trying to relax. He gives the back of my head a scritch and I smile dreamily and start piddling with a sigh.

I sink deeper and deeper into the headspace as the area around my tush gets soggier and soggier. I pick my knees up and let it flow, whimpering with relief. I circle my nipples over my sleep shirt and shiver. This feels so good so so good but I'm a puppy today. And puppies can make humpies and piddles wherever they want.

All of a sudden I miss Daddy. I know he's right here, but he doesn't know his good puppy is finally using their puppy pad thoroughly. I huff lightly and turn over, rutting my rock hard, tinkling winkie into Daddy's socked ankle.

I hear his quiet gasp while his sock gets sprayed and his hand comes back down to tangle in my hair, gently holding my head in place against his thigh. He can't do anything further but I don't need anything except his attention.

I lift my hips briefly and waggle them to hurry my stream along. Daddy grunts and I feel him start to shiver a bit when his sock is flooded with my piddles. I settle my hips back in and let my instinct drive my wild pace. My stream finally starts to weaken after almost a minute and I start humping with abandon.

Daddy's hand tightens in my hair and I hear him exclaim a quick "hang on, puppy, hold that release for Daddy!" I start to whine in protest but Daddy has already unmuted himself.

"Thanks so much! See you all again soon, mmMm" the last sound is not entirely in his control because as soon as I stilled my hips, the last of my potties came squirting out, right into his sock.

He leaves the meeting and slams the laptop closed above me. His grip on my hair loosens up and he flexes his foot to support my bottom. His other hand shoves down the front of his pants and pulls out his fully hard member, jerking it almost violently.

"Go on, puppy, finish up for Daddy. I wanna hear you as much as I feel you."

I start churning my hips again, squeaking and gasping. 

"Ohhh, that's my good puppy, finally making morning weewees all over your pee pee pad!" 

I snap my hips faster, panting and whining.

"That's right, puppy, piddling all over Daddy was the right choice. Keep going, we gotta get rid of that stiffie before Daddy draws you a bath. Don't want you j-jerking it in the tub and overheating-ah."

I come, crying and gasping all over him. His legs jerk when he hears my release and it's all he can do to keep a gentle hold on my hair while his big cock twitches and squirts. 

We come down together, breathing deeply. He rolls his chair back and crawls down to me, opening his arms.

I curl up inside them, shivering from overexertion.

"Oh sweetie! Was that too much?" He sounds worried.

I shake my head and burrow in closer. 

"Felt good, Dada." He grabs my blankie from bed that was discarded along with my sippy cup for humpies and wraps it around me.

"Good. You were such a good puppy for me this morning! Good job making peepee and humpies, little one!" He continues, not seeking a response, "is my good puppy ready for a nice bath?"

I coo and nod and mumble something under my breath.

"What was that, sweetie?"

I swallow. "I said . . . .am ready for bath, but after that-?" I wiggle shyly. "After that, mebbe a diapee? An paci? So my puppy pen stays dry." 

Daddy tries to react normally, but his pupils dilate and his breath speeds up. This is the first time I've brought up padding on my own, he's been incredibly patient and supportive with my progress in little headspace so far. And today I'm too tired and foggy to be embarrassed.

He blinks rapidly, trying to act normally. Even though he just came, I can feel him swelling against my hip before he says,

"Of course, little one. After your bath, we'll get you in a dry, puffy diapee so you won't have to worry about anything at all today."

[thus-spoke-lo]

okay okay okay okay I saw your Law post that mentioned omorashi and I am SO MASSIVELY SHY about it but I've had so many OP omo thoughts but I've told literally no one that I'm into it so I'm just fjdndnjdjjdjsndnxj

So uh I'm on anon now but please feel free to bless the TL with more omo scenarios. I was so pleasantly shocked to see it because there are literally almost no fics or stories or art or scenarios for OP 👉👈 anyway I'm fjdjnsjxjejd so thank you 💓

I probablyyyy will write something at some point bc like you said, surprisingly little omo content for OP? Like come on, I know y’all are out there.

That being said, have a little Crocodile omo thought I’ve thunk as I’ve been typing:

Just thinking of sitting in with him during a meeting, propped in his lap while very important men talk and laugh on his office. And he’s been plying you with water and a little bit of alcohol the whole time, and you figure it’s just because he likes it when you get a little tipsy in front of guests and hang all over him, giving him an excuse to show you off and make them jealous of what a lucky man he is.

But not today. Today, he has something else in mind.

You squirm in his lap as you start to feel your bladder threaten you, and you wait until his guests are talking amongst themselves before you lean up and whisper in his ear that you need to excuse yourself for a moment, you promise you’ll be right back.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” Crocodile growls back. “Don’t you know how rude that would be? You’re gonna wait right here until we’re done.”

“But—but I can’t hold it,” you whimper. “Please, I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Now now—you’re gonna have to hold it, doll,” he says, in that low, rumbling voice that means you don’t get a choice in the matter. “You don’t want to ruin my nice suit do you? Or have these men see that my perfect pet can’t control themselves?”

“No, of course not.” You feel warmth in your ears and cheeks, just the slightest hint of shame creeping up your body as you feel yourself growing more and more heated every time he denies you, the feeling of fullness mixed with arousal making you shift in place.

“That’s better.” He takes the rounded end of his hook and presses it against your stomach, adding more pressure until you’re practically writhing in his lap, feeling like you’re about to burst as his cock presses up against you through his trousers. “Now let’s see how long you can wait, sweetheart. I know these men love to hear themselves talk, I think we’ll be here quite a while.”

[dickinfectionbez]

Oh Captain (My Captain)

When David first met Sweetheart, he was hidden behind a wall, listening to them talk with his father.

Urgency in their voice as they explained the sudden bout of illness in event goers.  They leaned over Gabe, staring at him in dominance. David winced, ready to see his father take back control. Who would dare talk to the alpha of the Shaw pack like he was an orderly in a D.U.M.P office? David watched Gabe stand up to his full height, Sweetheart not moving an inch. He watched as they refused to stand down, listening to Gabe. “Listen, you are young and are looking for glory. But you are wrong. There is nothing happening except for a bout of festival fever. There is no Shade.” He ushered them out of his office, both pissed off with the other. Sweetheart balled their hands up as they walked past David muttering under their breath. David grabbed their wrist gently before looking them in the eye. “Milo Greer.” he whispered quietly. Sweetheart looked at him confused. “Go ask Milo. He’ll be able to help you, his father was an investigator, so he’ll understand what you mean. But don’t mention that to him.” They nodded in thanks before rushing out of sight.

He saw them again as they stood in Gabe’s office triumphant, Milo beside him watching patiently. Sweetheart spoke to Gabe in a diplomatic tone, “-Mr Shaw I am not here to gloat,  but to extend the offer of Shade Identification Training to your pack. I do not want this to happen again. The Shaw and Keaton packs are great assets to D.U.M.P and we want nothing more than to support the packs wherever needed.” Gabe sank into his seat slightly and sighed. “Investigator I appreciate your concern but the department doesn’t need to involve itself into pack matters. Specifically when not asked.” Sweetheart stared at Gabe before planting their hands down on his desk, leaning in, “Mr Shaw the department is not sending investigators in to babysit your unruly pups. This is not a choice you decide, unless you want more preventable deaths of both unempowered and empowered alike on your hands.” Gabe glared at Sweetheart and they slid a stack of papers towards him. “Sign the goddamn papers.” they said with a huff, watching closely as Gabe signed. He left out a short laugh, “you remind me of my son with your stubbornness. Stay close, we could use a contact in the department.” Sweetheart gathered the papers before walking towards the office door. They paused, turning back, “I am close to a member of your pack, we will be seeing each other more.” They cloaked, reappearing where David and Milo stood hidden. There was a giddy smile on their face as they did a quick little dance. “Thank you!” they told David, who smiled back in response. Sweetheart turned to Milo, “I’ll see you back at yours.” Milo looked left and right before pulling Sweetheart in for a quick kiss. They cloaked again and David teased Milo, the former slinging his arm around the latter’s shoulders as they walked away.

David first hugged Sweetheart at his father’s funeral. He had hidden himself in the chapel after Gabe’s body had been lowered into his grave. Both he and his father were not particularly religious, his mother was the one who would attend church every Sunday. For a moment he could smell the lavender oil she would apply behind her ears, chuckling to herself as she would rub dirt off David, her little angel as she would refer to him. After her death, religion seemed to slip out of the Shaw men’s grasp. Gabe tried to continue church visits, but the ghost of his dead mate haunting the pews combined with the looks the congregation would give was not worth it. David tried to go without him but his emotions got the better of him. One Sunday when Gabe was out of state, David tried to get ready for church, breaking down when the last vial of lavender oil was empty. Marie, for reasons she stated as a mother’s sixth sense, drove herself and Milo to the Shaw house, finding him on the floor of the bathroom, eyes red. After the three of them spent a good chunk of time on the floor, Milo sprayed David with lavender scented household cleaner (something Milo confessed to the priest later on during confessions who had to stifle a laugh) before they drove off to the Catholic Church the Greer’s attended. Marie chewed Milo out before pausing at the slight happiness on David’s face. He wished Marie was in the chapel with him but the poor woman was dealing with the death of her friend and with the emotional fallout of divorcing her husband. The hairs on the back of David’s neck stood up as there was a light knock on the door. “Come in,” he said horsely as Sweetheart phased through the wall. They took one look at him before walking over, “hey, how you doing champ?” they whispered, kneeling in front of him. David stared at them before he was enveloped in their arms. He leaned into their touch, face buried in their left shoulder and arms loosely wrapped around Sweetheart. He started to shake, tears flowing freely as they patted his back, listening to him babble a sorry.

After Gabe’s death, David isolated himself in his and Asher’s apartment, whenever he wasn’t in the office. Taking over his father’s role of Alpha was difficult, pack members pledging their allegiance felt wrong. His father was the Shaw alpha, not him. Asher gracefully accepted the role of pack beta, picking up what David could not. He stared at the wall, not sure what to do. Asher and Milo were working a security job and Christian was still giving David the silent treatment, still angry that Asher the ‘pack joker’ was given such an important role. He aimlessly flicked through Netflix when the doorbell rang. Sweetheart stood behind the door, a grocery bag in their left hand. David let them in, settling back on the sofa and focusing on the Netflix menu. “That’s a good one, Dead Poets Society.” Sweetheart said, pulling a can of Cherry coke out of the bag. David looked at them in confusion, accepting a can of Sprite from their hands. “The movie, Dead Poets Society. It’s a good movie.” David put it on, grabbing a handful of snacks from the bag before throwing a blanket on both of their legs. Milo and Asher came back hours later to find them both asleep on the sofa. David stirred slightly, making room for the four of them to pile up and sleep.

The first time David reached out to Sweetheart himself was after inversion. Milo was still in hospital, unable to shift and Sweetheart hadn’t left his side. David walked to Milo’s room to find him sitting up staring at Sweetheart who was asleep in a chair next to his bed. “Take them home please.” Milo asked his friend. David hesitated before lifting the sleeping stealth out of the chair, carrying them down to his car. They woke up in a panic 10 minutes away from his house. “David!” they exclaimed, trying to unbuckle their seatbelt, “David I need to get back to Milo, please,” they begged on the verge of tears. David ignored their please and threats of phasing out the car. “Sweetheart,” he said, pulling over and getting out of the car. He opened their car door and kneeled in front of them, “you need to rest.” they shook their head, tears flowing down their cheeks. David hugged them tight, “Milo asked me to get you out. Just one night, stay with Angel and I and I’ll take you back to Milo. They nodded into his chest, mumbling sorry and he let go of them. The pair drove back to the Shaw house, Sweetheart tumbling out of the car and right into Angel’s waiting arms.

David sat on the sofa, watching Angel and Asher attempt to mine out a movie. He turned to his left, reading the whiteboard Sweetheart was showing him. Idiots, it said in cursive. He laughed and bumped his head on theirs, before turning back. “Saw?” he guessed as Babe and Milo groaned. Sweetheart stood up exclaiming. He grabbed another slither of paper, reading the name Dead Poets Society and smiling and he showed Sweetheart. The two stood up to mime and at that moment, David felt content.

[shining-gem34]

❝ you can't go 24 hours without having some kind of accident, huh? / IL @ dh

Little Shit Prompts Accepted! for @etherealguard

What happened to Dan Heng to end up in this dream again?

Another excursion on a gray planet where civilization ended thousands of years ago. Now, only ruins remained with life slowly growing between the cracks of cement; their branches sprouting on towering buildings full of broken glass and ancient machinery. While fauna run about, there was little to no presence of humans still living on the planet.

Dan Heng thinks they might be gone completely, or they're hiding from the robots. Yes, that's right, there are a series of robots that ruled this planet with an iron fist.

The Astral Express doesn't intend to stay for long considering they had shown hostility to humans. They even went as far as to warn them they will be captured or killed if they step out of the train.

Obviously, the Nameless are eager to explore and seek out their secrets.

On the third day, Dan Heng dives under the debris and slides out to the other side to keep running. He grunts as the missile hits the debris behind him, and the guard ends up flying a few meters away. Rolling on the pavement, he (un)fortunately ends up falling into a tunnel. Dan Heng tumbles down, trying to stop his descent by falling onto a metal pipe.

He groans in pain, wrapping his arms tightly around the pipe, and waits with bated breath. Overhead, the guard strains his ears for any sounds of machines flying. Thankfully, there was none.

First order of business: find a way out of here and regroup with his companions. They separated earlier to avoid being hit by hostile robots.

Just as Dan Heng thought it was safe, the pipe he is holding onto jerks downward. Unable to support his weight, the metal pipe separates from the soil and he's falling again. He shuts his eyes, accepting his fate as he hits the ground and everything goes dark.

The next time Dan Heng opens his eyes, he's on the floor staring at the ceiling of a familiar room. Shortly, his lovely view was obstructed by Imbibitor Lunae. His teal eyes clearly judged him for whatever life choice he made this time and ruined it.

"You can't go a single day without having some kind of accident, huh?" Imbibitor Lunae inquires, both amused and exasperated.

"Why am I here again?" Dan Heng asks instead of humoring the older man.

Imbibitor Lunae shrugs, "Again, I'm not sure. I don't control this space. If you're here, then there must be a reason only you would know."

"I need to wake up." Dan Heng moves to stand up, searching for any exit out of here. But like usual, there was none when he needs it, "I have to go. My friends...!"

A hand lands on his chest, firmly pushing Dan Heng to take a seat on the nearby chair. The guard stares at his past self in confusion. Imbibitor Lunae shakes his head and gives him a pitying look.

"I understand you're impatience, Dan Heng. But you must rest until you're ready." Imbibitor Lunae sits across from him. His brows pinched in concern, "Wherever you are at the moment, you'll be safe."

"But still..." "There's not much to be done now that you're here." His past self reminds him, and Dan Heng wilts at that.

Imbibitor Lunae sweeps his hand across the table, summoning a chessboard out of thin air. The chess pieces are already in place waiting for the players to start the game.

Dan Heng stares at him incredulously, "Are you serious, Imbibitor Lunae?"

"We have time here. We may as well finish our game from last time." Imbibitor Lunae finger fiddles a chess piece. The corner of his lips quirk up and he asks tauntingly, "Or are you afraid to lose again, Dan Heng?"

Dan Heng huffs at the provocation before he unfurls his arms and leans forward, "I'll play. Just don't be shocked if I beat you this time."

Imbibitor Lunae merely chuckles at his fighting spirit.

[sanjana-aqua]

UNEXPECTED LOVE CHAPTER 3

Yoongi X Reader

Au, Smut, Romantic

Word count: 4K

Sana woke up when sun rays hit her face. Blinking her eyes few times, she got up while stretching herself. She looked at the side but he was not there. A small smile came on her lips remembering previous night, how gentle and lovely he was with her. She got down from bed, wore her hoddie and went in search of him.

A sweet smell of pancakes made her realize that suga is in kitchen. She made her way only to get an amazing view. Suga was busy in preparing breakfast and sana’s mouth got watery. Not on the aroma of food, but the sight in front of her. Suga was shirtless, his perfect body and toned abs were on display. She leaned on the side wall eyeing him up to down while licking her lips.

Sooner, suga sensed her presence and looked at her. He smirked seeing her checking out.

“Morning” he said making her come to reality. She smiled sweetly to him greeting back.

“Breakfast is almost ready… make yourself comfortable on the dining table…” he said. She came towards him and back-hugged him taking him off guard.

“Sana…”

She cut him off saying “just felt like hugging you… I’ll wait for you in the dining area…”

She softly pecked his shoulder and went from the kitchen. he composed his heart which started beating crazily after sensing her touch.

‘God… please give me strength for what I am going to do…’ he prayed internally and finished making breakfast.

After sometimes, they both were having breakfast but it was all silent. Suga was not saying anything, which sana found a bit weird. To break the silence, she said “breakfast is nice…”

Suga mumbled a small ‘thanks’ and continued eating. Soon, he got a text on his phone. Seeing that, he started to have his food a bit fast.

“hey… eat slow… you will choke…” sana said.

Suga “My client is waiting… I need to go…”

Sana made an ‘oh’ face but internally, she got a bit disturbed. She clearly understood what ‘client’ work he is having and honestly, she did not want him to go. But she was controlling herself as she did not have any right on him, not yet.

Suga “how you will pay?”

Sana came out of her thoughts listening to him. She got confused on what he was asking and said “what?”

Suga gulped down the bite he was having in his mouth and said “I asked how you will pay… cheque or cash?”

Sana was still confused and asked “pay for what suga?”

Suga (in mind) ‘I am sorry sana… but I have to this….’

Seeing him lost, sana shook him a bit and said “suga… pay for what?”

Suga ���for the night….”

Sana was stunned hearing this. it seems all her senses went numb; no words came from her mouth and she was looking at him without blinking.

Suga looked at his watch and said “Sana I don’t have time… I have to go also… if you are making cash payment you can give it to me now and if it is cheque… you can ask my agency or your friend ava… make sure to pay today itself…”

Sana was still in shock. Water started forming in her eyes but she controlled herself and said “you slept with me for… for money?”

Suga made a confused face and said “obviously… what else for?”

Sana “you said you left your client for me…”

Suga sipped his coffee and said “yeah… she was old… around 60 and was not even ready to pay me full… I got a better option…” and he winked to her.

Sana controlled herself and got up saying “you will get your money… bye…”

She was about to leave when suga said “wait…”

She stopped on her tracks and he came behind her saying “next time… don’t stalk me please… make a proper booking through my agency…”

Sana turned to him and said “it will not be needed… you will not see me around you suga… bye…”

She immediately left the house and the tears that were fighting to come from his eyes finally rolled down. He did not even bother to wipe them and said “if possible, please forgive me… I really don’t have a choice sana…”

Here, instead of going to her home, sana went towards ava’s house. She started ringing her doorbell continuously.

Ava opened the door and said “what happened sana… why are you ringing bell like this… all okay?”

Sana couldn’t control herself and hugged her while crying. Ava was taken aback by her sudden act and hugged her back. She gently dragged her inside house and closed the door.

She made sana sit on couch and gave her water. Sana gulped it down in a go and ava said “what happened sana?”

Sana looked at ava and said “how much you paid suga for that bachelorette party?”

Ava (confused) “why?”

Sana (yelling a bit) “just tell me… how much…”

Ava “ahmmm… I paid around 3L won…”

Sana wiped her tears harshly and said “give me the account details…. NOW…”

Ava got a bit scared seeing sana this furious. Without asking anything, she gave the account details and sana transferred the money asap and then threw her phone on the next couch.

Sana closed her eyes and rested her back on the couch while taking deep breaths. Ava gently held her shoulder and asked “what happened bub… tell me…”

Sana opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling blankly saying “I gave my virginity to him and he slept with me for money…I still can’t believe this ava…”

Ava understood what might have happened and she said “sana… I know what you are feeling… but I guess it’s his job… and…”

Sana (cutting her) “I don’t want to talk about it ava… I really have had enough betrayal in past two days… I genuinely thought that he did it willingly… I felt him… he felt me… it was magical… but I guess it was only for me…”

Ava “it’s not your fault babe… (caressed her cheek) you go and take rest…”

Sana nodded like a child and went to the guest room.

On the other side, suga saw the message saying money has been transferred to his account. He smiled bitterly to himself thinking ‘well done suga… keep going like this and you will end up being fucked up from all sides… even after genuinely feeling for sana I was not able to keep her with me… such a pathetic me…’

Another message popped on his phone from his agency telling the place and time for meeting the client.

Suga took a deep breath and said “time to go to reality…”

…

…

…

After a week

“Come on sana… till when you’re gonna cage yourself…” Ava said trying to convince sana to go out with her.

Sana “I really don’t feel like going anywhere ava please…”

Ava “no… today you are coming with me… I got a promotion and I want to celebrate with you… please please please… for me….”

She said with such pleading eyes that sana couldn’t resist.

Sana smiled a bit and said while pinching her cheeks “okay… I will come with you…”

“yayyy…thanks sana” she said in excitement and hugged sana…

They both got ready and headed to the club for celebrating ava’s success. Ava was enjoying a lot and sana too started to enjoy a bit forgetting everything. Both of them were dancing on the floor while having their drink.

After a while, sana came from the dance floor to go to washroom. While she was returning from there, she heard a very feeble whimper. She halted her steps and looked here and there, but didn’t see anything.

“Am I hallucinating?” she thought and was about to leave when she heard the same sound, a bit louder than before. She got curious and went in the direction of the sound, which was near VIP room.

“Shall I go or not… but it seems someone is in pain… fuck it…” she said and went towards the particular room from where the whimper and groaning sound was coming. She thought to knock on the door but to her surprise, room was opened. She entered, but it was dark and she could clearly figure out a person sitting on bed and was in pain. She immediately switched on the lights and the scene in front of her shocked her.

Suga was sitting on bed in his boxers only and was having bruises almost everywhere on his body. Seeing him like this, sana got hell worried and started going towards him.

As soon as the lights turned on, suga closed his eyes tightly. Soon, he felt a soft touch on his shoulder but he flinched a bit.

“it’s me…” a familiar voice came and suga turned his head towards the voice. His eyes got widened and words got stuck in his throat seeing sana standing there with concern all over her face.

She sat beside him scanning him from up to down. There was a bruise on his forehead and sides of lips, marks on his back and upper body which seemed like a belt mark. Her eyes got a bit teary seeing rope marks on his wrist and feet.

Before she could say anything, suga said “what are you doing here?”

Sana controlled her emotions and got up from bed. Looking around, she saw his clothes scattered on the floor. She gently wiped her tears and started collecting his clothes.

“I asked something sana…” suga said but she forwarded his clothes to him saying “wear it…”

He looked at her but didn’t take the clothes.

“Wear it or I will make you wear…” she said.

He signed and took his clothes. Wearing his tee and pants, he said “care to answer my question…”

She completely ignored the question and held his arm. Putting it across her shoulder, she made him stand while holding his waist for support.

“Without saying or doing anything, come with me…” she ordered. He wanted to stop her but seeing her glare, he gulped and nodded slightly.

Sana carefully took him to her car and made him sit on the passenger seat. In the meantime, she texted ava that she is having an urgent work and she told her parents that she is having sleepover at ava’s place.

She came to driving seat and made suga wear seatbelt, making sure seatbelt is not too tight to touch his bruises. She started driving and suga was looking at her with his doe eyes.

“thanks…” he said to which she slightly nodded. The whole ride was silent which was a bit awkward for both of them but none of them dared to speak anything.

Upon reaching his home, she got down first and went across to open door for him. She removed his seatbelt and took his arms when he said “I can walk sana…”

She glared him and asked “really?”

Suga was not able to say anything and looked down. Sana shook her head slightly and helped him to reach his apartment. She made him sit on bed and asked “where is the first aid kit…”

Suga “in the cupboard… first shelf…”

She nodded and went to get it. Suga’s eyes were stuck on her… even if he wanted, he can’t deny that he is liking her care for him and he wanted only her at this moment. A small smile crept on his lips seeing her worried for him.

Sana got the first aid kit and sat next to him saying “remove your tee and pants…”

His eyes widened a bit and he said hesitantly “w..what…”

Sana rolled her eyes and said “as if I have not seen anything before… remove it…”

He smirked slightly and removed his clothes. Seeing his bruises, her eyes again became teary and she gently touched his shoulder saying “who did this…”

Suga smiled bitterly and said “it’s not a big deal…”

Sana (a bit high tone) “not a big deal… you have bruises all over your body… your hands and legs were tied… and you are saying its not a big deal…”

Suga “yes… because I am an escort… its common for us…”

She dipped the cotton in antiseptic and slowly applied on his wounds on chest saying “more than that… you are a human…”

Suga hissed in pain and she blew on his wound to ease it. Along with the warmth, he felt a tingly sensation when her breath hit his skin. He was controlling himself to the core but right now, he needed her hug. He made a fist to control himself from touching her and she noted that.

“It’ll be fine…” she assured him while treating his wrist.

“I heard about Stefan’s accident…” suga said

Sana “I don’t want to talk about it… besides karma hit him… and he is in coma…”

Suga “you okay…”

She hummed and treated his legs. After that, she sat behind him and saw bruises on his back. Not being able to control more, she started shedding tears while treating him.

Here, suga saw her from the mirror and his heart clenched seeing her crying like this. A drop of tear fell on his back and he immediately turned to face her. She sensed his move and looked down, not able to meet his eyes.

He gently cupped her cheeks saying “look at me…” to which she shook her head.

“please” he pleaded and she looked at him. Their eyes met and time seemed to stop for them. They were looking deeply at each other. Unknowingly, her hand went towards his lips and she caressed the bruise there.

“You don’t deserve this suga… why you are doing this?” she asked

“I wish I could tell you sana… but…” he signed

Sana took a deep breath and said “I don’t know what it is that you are hiding… but if you feel like you can give your pain to me…”

Suga was stunned for a second at her words and said “what do you mean sana…”

She came close to him and pecked his lips slightly saying “give me your pain suga… you have been through a lot…”

“I… I… can’t sana…” he said understanding her words…

Careful enough not to hurt his wounds, she hugged him saying “you can… use me to release your pain…” she herself doesn’t know why she was saying like this but she wanted to do this for him…

He hugged her back and said “why?”

She kissed on the bruise on his shoulder saying “coz you need it…”

Suga (still controlling) “I can’t use you sana…”

She broke the hug and looked at him saying “then treat me as your client… and I am doing it willingly…”

“sana…” suga said but she cut him off by gently pressing her lips on him.

He was stuck in his thoughts… his mind and heart were saying different things… his mind was asking him to break the kiss but his heart wanted her badly. Finally, the heart won, he jerked his thoughts and hugged her tightly while kissing her. He needed her this time… badly…

While kissing her, he started unzipping her dress while softly caressing her back. She let out a moan feeling the sensation and he took a chance to enter his tongue inside her mouth. He started exploring and tasting her while removing her dress and she was a moaning mess. Today, she wanted him to dominate her… to release all his stress and tension on her…

Breaking the kiss, sana cupped his cheek saying “today consider me your slave… do whatever you want to me suga… I won’t stop you…”

Suga held her hand which was on his cheek and kissed it saying “why…”

Sana smiled and said “because you need it…”

No sooner she said that, he pulled her in a passionate kiss and removed her dress completely. Breaking the kiss, he eyed her from up to down which made her blush. He slowly placed his palm on her face and caressed it, making her close her eyes. His hand travelled down slowly, from her face to throat, between her cleavage, her belly button and then her wet clit.

She moaned feeling his soft touches and he asked “I can really consider you as my slave…”

She nodded on this while her eyes were still closed. They both were on their knees on bed. He came close and touched her nipples from her tongue, which made shivers run in her body. He took one of her breasts in mouth while sucking it hard and his other hand was playing with her clit. He came near her ears and whispered “lie down…”

She obeyed him like an obedient kid and laid on bed. Suga also laid but in a way that his mouth was near her clit and his member was pointing towards her. She looked at him as if she understood what he wants and held his member asking “shall I?”

He nodded and she took his member in hand, removing the foreskin and she grazed her finger over his sensitive skin. He moaned and touched her wet clit. Both of them felt a shot of pleasure from the touch and suga said “take it in mouth and make me cum… and as long as you will give me blow job… I will eat you out…”

She nodded and started taking him slowly in mouth. Gently sucking and licking him all over, she grazed her saliva all over. A moan escaped her when she felt his tongue on her already wet clit. She breathed her moan on his member and he felt pleasure running all over. This thing, both eating out each other at same time, was such a turn on and pleasurable experience for both of them.

Sana couldn’t control herself as he was increasing his pace. She held the bedsheet tightly and also increased the pace. Both of them were competing on who will make whom cum first. But suga was fast, his tongue was rolling all over her clit and then he inserted his finger inside…

“oh my fucking god…” she screamed on his member and came on his tongue. She was panting heavily while his cock was still in her mouth. Her deep and fast breaths were hitting his member that were giving him pleasure shots.

“deep throat sana…” he said while moaning and she understood the assignment. She made herself steady and started taking him more in, his dick head touching her throat. The skin contact made him flinch a bit and he groaned loudly. Sana knew she hit the pleasure point and she started fucking her throat with his dick. Now being able to control himself, he inserted his two fingers in her vagina. She let out a shriek and at the same time, suga came in her mouth.

“you know I can taste you how many times you cum…” she said while kissing his member. Both of them got up and he said “you are amazing sana…”

She flipped her hair a bit and said “thanks..”

Suga giggled seeing that and she got lost in his smile. Cupping his face gently, she said “your smile is really precious…”

He kissed her hand and said “you want to try a new position…”

She touched his member and said “why not… (whispering) master…”

Suga smirked hearing this and said “am I your master…”

She smiled back and said “yes… for tonight…”

Suga came close to her ears and said “then make your master hard again… hard enough to wreck you completely…”

Sana gripped his member, which was soft and said “as per your order…”

Just her touch made him moan and his member became a bit warm. She made him sit while his head was resting on bed headboard and spread his legs wide. She leaned in and kissed him while gently stroking and massaging his member. Suga closed his eyes feeling her kiss and the massage… damn that was sending him to heavens.

She trailed her kiss down his throat turning him on more. Her teasing, kisses and massage made him hard again and he said while panting “ride me…”

Sana smirked in satisfaction seeing him hard again and she said “for sure… master…”

She came and sat on his lap. Keeping her hand on the headboard on the sides of his head, she was trying to adjust herself.

Suga gently held her hand and said “keep it on my shoulder…”

Sana (worried) “but you have a bruise there… it will pain…”

Suga kept her hand on his shoulder and said “you treated it… it will not pain…”

Sana smiled and nodded. Making sure she is not touching any of his wound, she adjusted herself and suga held her hips, keeping the pressure. His member directly went inside her within a stroke and hit directly her g-spot…

“ohh fuckkk…” she shrieked and hugged him a bit tightly. He hissed a bit but let it go as the pleasure he was getting was way more to ignore the pain.

“you okay…” he asked to which she nodded. When she felt she adjusted, she slowly started riding him, slow enough to make him feel the pleasure and at an angle that was constantly touching her g spot. Suga started sucking her breasts while she was riding him, which made pleasure up for her more and she increased the pace… both got lost in each other and that night went way long for them…

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Morning 5am

Sana got up, actually she didn’t sleep whole night. She was stroking his hair and thinking ‘who ever did that to you will have to pay suga… I won’t let this slide….’

Her phone vibrated as it was on silent mode. She got up without disturbing his sleep and attended the call. As the call ended, a creepy smile came on her face. She turned to look at him sleeping peacefully.

She came towards him and gently caressed his face whispering “just wait and watch suga… your life is going to take a turn…”

She gathered her belongings and left from there.

11 am

Suga came to his agency as everyone was called today. An incident took place last night. Without anyone’s knowledge, the agency was handed to someone else and the new owner was coming today. Everyone was busy in preparation while suga’s mind was somewhere else.

When he got up in the morning, he did not find sana beside him. He was about to search for her but got a note on the side table which read…

No need to search for me suga… I went in early morning… I hope you are feeling better and I transferred the money in your account… please treat your wound once again after showering… bye

Suga felt guilt rush in him after seeing that she transferred the money… but he himself created such boundary between them. In his thoughts, he didn’t even notice that the new owner came and also went to the cabin.

He was lost in his thoughts when one of his co-worker came towards him and said “suga… the owner is calling you…”

Suga came out from his thoughts and said a bit confused “why… why me…”

Co-worker “you are the highest paid escort here… I guess that’s why the owner wants to meet you… go… she hates people who are lazy…”

“so the owner is a lady…” he mumbled to himself and made his way to her cabin. He knocked slightly before entering.

“come in…” A voice came and he entered in the cabin…

“You called me mam…” he said while looking at the figure which was back-facing him holding a file.

“Min yoongi… so that’s your real name…” the lady turned while saying this…

Shocked, surprise, confusion… all came on suga’s face at once seeing the person and he could only say

“SANA…”

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[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 19! For context, see my post “A Project”     under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA   stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

Glycerine

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4/30/2011                                     mc mf md

... What got put in that glycerine?! Like, ok, glycerine's pretty amazing as far as cosmetic applications go, sure, and even has some medical applications, but ... it isn't *that* magical. It's basically a sugar alcohol syrup. Ok, ok, I'll put the chemistry away for a bit. I'm surprised at how bold the "wizard of Hollywood" was, to straight up enslave someone on-camera, that just doesn't seem *smart,* but still. eagerness can get the better of anyone I suppose. It's an interesting process, with just a hint too much fear for me to get super into it. 7/10 spirals. 

 Enjoy the Silence

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5/8/2011                                       mc ds

A different style of hypnosis script! This one leans strongly into other kinks - bondage, being gagged, and being hit with a flogger, all mixed up into one script. It's solid, and seriously speaks to my kinesthetic side, especially since I can hear it in my head as I read. I think this would be an amazing recording, if done well, and I'm sure the person it was originally written for did a wonderful job recording it. If you're the sort to get caught up in a script like this, be aware of what I already mentioned, as well as a suggestion to orgasm. 9/10 spirals. 

 The Joker

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5/14/2011                                     mc ff

Heee, Jo didn't learn the first trick of resisting - don't let your mind wander.  Because the minute you engage your imagination, the moment you give it free rein? well, that's when the subconscious takes over and you've already lost. But somehow I don't think she's going to mind having lost all that much - and Chantal isn't going to be the one gaining the winnings, either. I really got a sense of both of them, and gosh, I'm quite entertained by their dynamic, too. 10/10 spirals 

 Good Morning Little School Girl

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5/21/2011                                     mc mf md fd

Some people are just too eager to stop and *think* for more than 5 seconds. Seriously, though, if they're all the right sort to want to control the people around them, shouldn't they also occasionally think that "wait, what if this is a plot?" ... ah well, if they made smart choices we wouldn't have this story, which is overall a quite interesting look around what a mind control school might look like - complete with a totally unethical headmaster. Ah well, can't win 'em all. I'll stick with hypnocons - they're much more my speed, and as far as I know our organizers aren't out to control all the "competition" ;) 7/10 spirals 

 Urgent

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5/28/2011                                     mc ff

... I am *so completely baffled* by this driving need. I just am. I'm too ace to get it, I guess? But it's well described, and I've no objection to the story, it's just foreign to me. But if you like a gal being completely *dominated* by need for another gal, you'll probably enjoy this one pretty well? 5/10 spirals. 

 The Waiting

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6/4/2011                                       mc mf md ma

Heh, I almost wondered if there was going to be a twist that Eleanor was controlling him just as surely as he was (slowly) controlling her, but alas - not that it has the tags for that, of course, but still. It's quite an interesting motivation, and I applaud Kevin's patience, but also dude, how about you just, idk, flirt? seduce her? do this the normal, human way? *sigh* engineers, they just can't do things with anything less than their version of efficiency. And this just doesn't quite hit the spot for me. 6/10 spirals. 

 Give Yourself to Me

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6/11/2011                                     mc mf md ma

There's a lot I like about this story; the sudden change from walking away to being so dominant, the clear indication that it was planned that way all along, teh way he uses her desires against her to make her his... and the formatting works really well for the story told, too! Just, all of it is wonderful, other than my far-too-typical commentary of "ethics, dude!" but well, you can't have everything. 9/10 spirals. 

 Caught Up In You

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6/19/2011                                     mc mf fd ma

I feel like we've seen these two in a previous story, but I can't quite place it. Maybe it's just that they feel so much like Michael and Lynn? Same sort of "these people feel FAMILIAR I had in 'It's All Coming Back to Me Now.' " Ah well, that's fine, I like the characters so I'm not complaining. This is a sweet interlude, of intimacy and submission and just willingly, happily giving to a partner that I really enjoy. A bit sex heavy, but that's a me thing, not an actual issue with the story; the story makes it work. 10/10 spirals. 

 Daydream Believer

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6/26/2011                                     mc ff

The last line of this story just *makes it* for me. It's such a line I would say (as anyone who's been reading along with my reviews could probably *tell*). But in general, this is a good story, seeing someone describe how their fantasy got corrupted and guided and the effects it had on them ... leaving the reader to wonder just how much was an organic daydream to begin with. My guess is not that much. Though me being me, I'm curious as to the circuits our narrator was working on. 8/10 spirals. 

 Come Together

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7/2/2011                                       mc ff ma

The consensual ones are always my favourites (she says surprising 0 readers of her reviews). And this one is just FUN. Stepping into an early conditioning session, with someone who knows the basics of what to do but who is still learning, still practicing, and seeing how she takes to the training? Oh, it's delightful. Little one isn't my favourite pet name for a submissive, but that's seriously my only quibble with this story. The rest of it is just delightful. 9.5/10 spirals. 

[grangerliam]

"It doesn't." He responded honestly, "Knowing Vince, he'd find a way to blame me for that, and I don't know, Ames. He and I have gone at each other before, it's usually ends in something broken or bloody." That was the thing about the Grangers, if they had a problem, it wasn't very often they'd use their words with each other to get that across. They were, after all, a product of their environment. He carelessly shrugged at her statement, aware she was right about that. But truthfully, Liam ignored the possibilities, apart of him always knew. He just didn't care to acknowledge it.

Liam held direct eye contact with the woman across from him. His eyes searching for any crack she would undoubtedly display. There was relief when she spoke those three words. Just glad to know that this wasn't going to be an argument so early on. That didn't mean he was naive enough to think it wouldn't be one later. He was too aware of what an actual problem his friendship was with Georgie for her in the first place. Hearing that they only got -- closer, in the way she always feared, since she left was very likely not on her bingo card when she returned to Covington. But he meant what he said. Therefore, he simply just nodded in response to her line of faith.

He stared at her as she admitted, again, that her number was two. There was apart of Liam that absolutely loved everything about that. But there was the other part that was absolutely dumbfounded. This, however, could have a lot to do with the fact that sex for Liam wasn't emotional; it was physical. He slowly began to shake his head at her question, a nervous laughter escaping his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, "You -- do not." The answer was honest. And if Liam was honest with himself, did he even know the exact number? Not really, and he most definitely wasn't going to sit there and try to figure it out. That was not important here.

When she expressed her belief in him once again, he took it and ran with it. He had no reason to sell her a false dream. If he honestly thought something would happen there, he would admit it. After all, that just sounded like a massive load of drama down the road otherwise, and the man really had no fucking time for that. "You should." He remarked, the small forming smile spread across his face; hiding not an ounce of its cockiness.

Her words? -- They felt like a challenge. And anyone who knew Liam knew a sure fire way to get him to do something was to make him feel challenged. The man lived on the edge, there was very little he wouldn't do. When she pressed her lips against his, he kept in defined control. Which left the kiss soft in nature, but firm. "Hmm." He hummed, before he suddenly pulled away from her and stood up at his full 6'5 height. He stared down at her, eyes piercing her features. His features were unreadable, blank, and for a second it could be assumed he was going to walk out again. The Liam that wanted this girl to realize she needed and deserved better than him would've done just that. Instead, he reached forward, long fingers wrapping around her arm as he pulled her up onto her feet. Without giving her a moment to register anything else, he pushed her firmly against him. He leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against her ear, before whispering in her ear, "You want fucked, Amelia?" The palms of his hands slid down her lower back, hooking them under either cheek of her ass, "That can be arranged." Without much warning, he gripped her and hauled her up, giving her no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist.

Digging his nails into ass, he'd slam his lips against hers. Forcing her lips apart, his tongue would dance with hers as he moved towards a surface that would put her at the perfect height to match him. Dropping her on the kitchen counter, and placing himself firmly in between her legs; he'd bring his hands to either side of her face. He continued to kiss her like she was the oxygen he had been in desperate need of. Devouring, savoring, fueling himself off every little noise that escaped her. Sliding a hand back, hooking his fingers around the back of her neck, he tugged her head back and tilted it to the side. Pressing his lips against her neck, he slide up her neck using the inside of his bottom lip; leaving a trail of warmth up towards her ear. "I want you to know," He started, glazing his teeth over the lode of her ear, "that when I said I hope you can keep up, I mean that."

Pulling away from her so that he could pierce her with his hungry eyes, his fingers brushing against the soft curls at the nape of her neck. "Because I'm going to take you in every square inch of this apartment. You're going to cum on my tongue, on my fingers, and on my cock. I'm going to find that toy that I know you have in this apartment," While she maybe not been with many since, there was no way she wasn't taking care of her needs, he was sure of that. "and I'm going to watch as I make you cum with it. I'm going to sink my teeth into your skin, I'm going to leave marks that are no mistaking where or what they are. That every time you look at one, it'll make you wet. You want to be mine, Amelia? This is what you want? I'm going to fucking brand you." His eyes searched her, before he pushed back away from her, flickering down to the bottoms she wore, "Take those off." He demanded, "I wanna taste what's mine."

“Well, if it makes you feel any better I almost stopped talking to him altogether.” Not that she wanted to but it was hard when every time she talked to him, she was reminded of all that she had left behind. Not only did she leave Liam but she left Vince which she equally hated. She eventually got over the fact that she was still heartbroken and Vince had been a beacon between her new life and the life that she had missed. “I’m surprised you didn’t realize we had been talking sooner. If I know Vince then I know he probably wasn’t very secretive about it.”

Amelia chose to believe him when he said it wasn’t like that. She chose to just forget about the whole confession because if she didn’t, it would consume her thoughts. She wanted to believe that there was no competition and that they could fall back into what they used to have but she would have been dumb to think so. There was so much that needed to be rebuilt between them and she hoped that he wouldn’t want nothing to do with her. The insecurities that she had always felt with Liam were coming back to play and she wanted to suffocate the flames of insecurity that were inside of her but there would always be the smoke of them somewhere in her body. Right now, though, she wasn’t going to let them win. “I believe you.”

Nodding her head, she quickly shrugged her shoulders. “Two too many honestly. I mean I thought it was better to get it out of the way but let’s just say it made things worse. After the second one, I gave up.” More so she couldn’t deal with the fact that it didn’t make her feel anything and there was no point if she wasn’t getting anything out of it including orgasms. It just wasn’t worth it in her eyes and then with school, it just wasn’t a priority. “Do I want to know how many you have in your pocket?” She said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood even slightly.

“Okay. I believe you. If you say you won’t then I’ll believe you.” She had to have some trust in what he said. She wouldn’t let it get to her and she was going to believe that he meant it. Would they ever be friends again? She wondered how long the two would go without working out their friendship. That was a worry for a different day but tonight, she wanted to just be with Liam without thinking about all of the rest of the bullshit that happened while she was gone. “Babe. Have you met me? I can keep up no problem. I mean you had the opportunity to have me the night of the auction but I remember you were the one that left.” She moved toward him, her body moving to sit next to him. “Wanna get started on that now?” She asked, brow raised before she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.

[reallydelicatezombie]

Wearing Lingerie For Spock

*swings in on a vine in a faux fur bikini* Here, I wrote this imagine/headcanon just because I could. *swings away*

Warnings: Smutty, but not full on smut. Smut adjacent, if you will.

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‐You might think Spock would find lingerie illogical, but you'd be wrong

-Very wrong

-See, Spock is still part human male, and that means he has needs; and he's part Vulcan male, which means he still has needs and urges, even if he might sometimes give the impression that he doesn't

-We've seen T'pring with Spock after her proposal; she had on lingerie, and it was beautiful

-And in Spock's dream where his human half fights his Vulcan half, T'Pring is in what I am willing to bet is the Vulcan equivalent of a nightie (again, very beautiful and very sensual)

-So while he was with T'Pring, Spock definitely had some experience with seeing his beloved in lingerie; but now that they're not together and he's with you, he hasn't seen you in lingerie

-And that's a real shame, because you look amazing in lingerie, and you want to see Spock go feral for you; you want to tease this Vulcan, and make him completely lose control and unleash that burning passion that waits just below the thin veneer of complete self-control

-So you plan the perfect evening, on a weekend where you and Spock both have two whole days off (barring an emergency) and you can really take your time to make him go wild

-You go through every piece of lingerie in the clothing replicator options, wanting to choose the perfect piece

-You look through creamy silks and blushing satins, red plunging lace and sheer black mesh; you try on many items, turning this way and that in the mirror, making sure you look and feel sexy before you make your choice

-You're getting a little worried, not finding exactly what you want until you see it , The One®️, the thing that will make you feel like a goddess and will make Spock lose his shit

-A gorgeous black lace bra and panties, with black garters and stockings; you complete the look with glossy black heels

-The color complements your (skin color) perfectly; the bra hugs your breasts, lifts them and makes them more enticing; and the panties and garters show off your best assets, your curvy ass and thick, wide hips and thighs. Oh, you are going to enjoy teasing and pleasing the Vulcan in this!

-You spend all day getting ready; you clean your quarters, set the table with candles and Spock's favorite Vulcan meal, pour some wine and dim the lights. You put on your best dress, a deep red silky number, and your favorite perfume. The lingerie you'll save for later ;)

-When Spock arrives, you're a little nervous; you've had sex before a few times now, and he's seen you in your bra and panties, but nothing so fancy and sexy as what you have planned for the evening.

-Spock takes one look around the room and at you, and can instantly tell something's up; he's not a moron, and can tell that if you put this much thought and effort into the evening, you must have something special planned.

-But what it is, Spock doesn't really have an idea about; he decides that given the atmosphere and your dazzling appearance, it must be a good surprise, and he decides to just sit back and enjoy it. He always finds himself surprisingly relaxed and happy around you.

-He leans down to give you a deep kiss that steals your breath away. "You are vision of beauty," he compliments you, his dark eyes taking you all in. You blush at how sweet he is. He looks quite handsome in his uniform, as always.

-You two sit down to enjoy the meal, and the wine and conversation flow easily. After finishing the meal, you and Spock move over to the sofa, and Spock moves to pull you down onto his lap, BUT--you put out your hand onto his chest to stop him.

-He quirks an inquisitive brow at you. "Not yet," you say with a sly smile. "I'll be right back." You give him a quick kiss and then disappear into your bedroom.

-Now Spock is really intrigued. He waits patiently, but thankfully he doesn't have to wait long.

-As you take one last look at yourself in the mirror, you are suddenly nervous. What if your super-logical boyfriend finds this silly? What if he doesn't understand why you're doing this? You're briefly embarassed, but then you take a deep breath, tell yourself that Spock is going to flip, and make your way into the living room.

-When the doors to your bedroom open and you finally step out, Spock's jaw literally drops. He feels his breath leave his lungs as he just drinks in the sight of you wrapped in your sexy lingerie. You needn't have worried.

-Spock eagerly leans forward and his hands actually clench, desperate to touch you. He can't believe what he's seeing, all your beautiful curves hugged by the black lace, supple flesh straining against the flimsy fabric.

-Spock's dick immediately hardens as you sensually make your way over to him. "See something you like?" you tease as you get in front of him. You lean down to where your tits are eye level with him and place your hands on his broad shoulders.

"Y/n," he says your name heatedly, his large hands coming up to grip your waist. He gently but firmly pulls you down on his lap. "What is all of this for?" he says in wonder, his eyes coming up to rest on your face.

-"It's all for you, Spock," you say seductively, leaning forward to give him a better view of your cleavage, which his eyes immediately go back down to. So, the Vulcan, does like lingerie after all, you smirk. You decide to tease him even more, because you know you can get him riled up. All the while, his hands are now roaming over your body, cupping your breasts, tracing the outline of the lace over them with his fingers, squeezing your ass, which is exposed due to the shape of your panties, running down your stockinged thighs and legs.

-You dip your head so your lips are just barely grazing the outer shell of his ear as you whisper, "See, I want you to do anything you want to me. I want you rip this off of me and fuck me until I can't stand up straight." You lick his ear and gently nibble on the pointy tip. Spock sharply inhales at this, and you feel his rock hard dick twitch in his pants.

-He chuckles darkly at your request and says, "Oh, I am nothing if not obliging. I will gladly assist you in this endeavor." You feel a surge of moisture coat your slit and dampen your panties.

-Spock suddenly picks you up effortlessly and throws you on the bed. His eyes are so dark and his gaze so intense you have the fleeting thought that perhaps you'll get more than you bargained for, and that excites you even more.

-Spock undoes your bra with one swift flick of his wrist. You go to take your garters off, but Spock practically growls, "No, keep those on. And the shoes." And with that, he snaps your underwear in half (for which he will apologize profusely later, even though you reassure him it's fine), and proceeds to fuck you for what is literally the rest of the evening. You start on the bed, make your way back to the sofa, then he bends you over the kitchen counter (your shoes fall off at that point, but neither of you care by then), and after that holds you up against the wall. You're not sure how he's still standing by the end of it, except for his Vulcan strength. He is drenched in sweat by the time you two finally collapse, completely spent. As you catch your breath, he turns to you and says, in his deep voice, "Is that everything you desired, ashayam?" You assure him that it was even better than what you imagined.

-From then on, lingerie becomes a routine part of your love life. You introduce Spock to all kinds: lacy nighties, matching bra and panties sets, corsets, crotchless thongs, bodysuits, even themed lingerie (Spock would literally die if anyone ever found out, but for his birthday you wore a cupless bra French maid number, and let's just say, he now requests it regularly, and he would find it illogical, except that seeing how sexy you are in it, he finds it perfectly logical that he wants you in it so much)

-You have tried every color and pattern imaginable, too: his favorite colors on you are red, black, nude (to match your s/c), and blushing pinks. He can't help it. You look incredible in these and when you go through all the trouble of dressing up for him, he finds it would be incredibly rude to not properly appreciate and admire you, after all.

-He has bought you some items, too, that he has found on various away missions. He can't help but think about what you'll look like for him in it when he picks them out. Anyone else would be shocked to see how much of his yearly expenditures are spent on lingerie.

-You *may* have taken some racy boudoir photos for him to look at when he is horny misses you. He actually thanked you every day for a month, and said they were among his most prized possessions.

-You are a complete tease and will purposefully wear stockings and garters under your short skirts, making sure to bend over in front of the commander (not where anyone else could see, of course). Which results in disciplinary action against you, if you know what I mean ;)

-"Lt. Y/n, I must discuss an urgent matter with you in Holodeck 5." (The urgent matter is his boner.)

-You will also shamelessly innocently walk into a room in nothing but your uniform skirt, boots, and a lacy bra. "Honey, have you seen my uniform top? I can't seem to find it anywhere." This is of course followed by you bending over unnecessarily to look for it. You walk around, making sure your curves are *jiggling*, as you sigh dramatically.

-This ends with Spock eyeing you the entire time, walking over to you, reaching behind you onto the counter, and handing you your top, which he knows damn good and well you left there on purpose. "Would you like me to assist you in putting on your uniform, y/n?"

-"Oh, thank you, Commander." Which results in you not getting your top on, but in the rest of your clothes coming off. It delights you to no end that the great, stoic, intelligent Spock is completely obsessed with you in skimpy lingerie.

[ventismommy]

“Pets”

baal/Venti/Zhongli smut

warnings: overstim, edging, degradation, inappropriate use of visions, dom!baal

Venti was the first to stir awake, his vision hazy. The bonds of Electro around his wrists tingled against his pale skin, making him let out a small sound of discomfort that echoed in the silent room.

Zhongli awoke not long after, a deep groan escaping him as he realized he was in the same position as Venti- wrists bound, clothes torn and skin bruised, kneeling before…a throne?

Each of them realized their surroundings as they looked up.

Before them was an elaborate amethyst and yumemiru wood throne, backed by intricate screens covering the walls, all displaying the Electro sigil. And on the throne rested the Empress of Eternity, the Raiden Shogun herself.

Baal.

The expression on her face was nigh unreadable, but her posture was as unbothered as ever, legs crossed nonchalantly and her head resting in her hand as she leaned on one arm of the throne. Her guards were nowhere to be seen, but even without them, her presence was intimidating.

“So…the impotent gods themselves. It’s been a while. Barbatos, Morax.”

Zhongli’s low voice was the first to speak back. “I must say, Baal, this seems quite like a threat. Hardly polite behavior when addressing another archon-“

“Hush. You have no Gnosis, either of you. I see no archons before me. Only two fallen gods who failed to keep their reign intact.”

She stood gracefully, heels clicking against the wooden floor as she approached them. As she walked past, she gripped Venti’s hair and pulled harshly, forcing him to look back at her. The sudden movement forced a yelp from the bard.

“You have been silent, Barbatos…perhaps you suspect already why you have been brought here?”

“I-I-“ Venti’s usual snarky response refused to come, and even his stuttering was cut off by another high-pitched sound as she yanked his hair again. With a few steps she was in front of him, and she crouched to meet his eyes. Her half-gloved hand reached out to grab his chin, turning his face side to side before forcing him to face her again. He met her eyes for just a moment, but already she could see fear being replaced by…excitement? What a pathetic little masochist, she thought as she stood up abruptly, releasing his jaw.

“I will tell you why you have been brought here. So I may offer you a choice.”

“Your precious Traveler has been defeated. And yet again, you have failed to end my reign. It is only a matter of time before Inazuma reigns eternal not just over these islands, but over Mondstadt and Liyue as well. Of course, I will not offer you a place as my equal, but…even gods get lonely over the expanse of eternity. So I offer you this. Fight against me and lose, sentencing your kingdoms to destruction. Or…take your place kneeling by my throne, enjoy a life of comfort, and…your kingdoms shall be safe under my rule.”

Both were silent in response- and Baal was not having that. She glared at them.

“Perhaps I did not make myself clear. You either die fighting for regions who will be decimated the moment I strike you down, or you protect your homes and become, well…”

“Pets.”

Zhongli froze instantly, but Venti was still so hazy that it took him a moment to process. When he did, he went silent with shock, staring at Baal in that same mix of fear and excitement. She narrowed her eyes. Obviously Morax would be harder to break…

“You are not convinced? Hmm. Well…perhaps I may have to put in some extra work.”

Baal rose to her feet and approached Venti, gripping his hair again- though, gentler this time than before. Her hand moved down to caress his cheek, and a barely audible whine escaped his throat. She knelt in front of him, meeting his eyes steadily.

“You’ll be a good pet, yes?”

Venti hesitated for only a moment before nodding fervently, leaning into her hand. Her hand was just so soft…he was doing this to save Mondstadt, right?

Right?

She half-sneered at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him forward by it, towards her throne. He stumbled, unable to crawl properly with his hands bound, but he certainly tried his best to make it to the throne. When Baal finally settled into her seat, she smiled at him and freed his hands from the electro bonds. “Good boy,” she cooed with a condescending leer. “Up onto my lap now.”

Venti scrambled to obey, crawling up into her plush lap, but she clicked her tongue at him. “Other way, pet. Face Morax, will you?” He nodded again and turned, hesitantly meeting Zhongli’s eyes. The expression in them was a mixture of shock and disgust at how easily Venti had broken, but somehow the disgust just spurred him on.

Baal’s arms wrapped around Venti’s waist to begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. She left it on once she was done, hanging open on the anemo archon’s small frame, and let him shift his hips up so she could tug off his shorts and tights. He scrambled to do so, and when he was finally bare besides his shirt, he had to hold back an impatient whine, trying to sneakily grind his cock against the arm around his waist. Baal just chuckled at him, moving her arm away just to hear his desperate whine as he thrusted his hips into air. “Aren’t you a needy little thing, hmm?”

The words were pouring out before Venti could stop himself. “Yes, y-yes I am, pl-lease-“

Baal hushed him, grabbing his chin with one hand to make sure his face stayed turned towards Zhongli. She spat on her other hand before wrapping it around his cock. The first noise that came from Venti was a sigh of pleasure and relief, but his whole body immediately stiffened up and he keened when he felt a tiny current of electro roll through his skin. “O-oh!” He choked out in surprise, bucking his hips

up towards her hand for more of that sensation. She obliged him, the currents getting stronger as his moans rose in pitch. Venti could barely keep his eyes open to look at Zhongli, but when he did, he was surprised to see a flash of excitement in Zhongli’s eyes, one that the geo archon quickly hid behind disgust.

“Look at him, Morax. Isn’t he a pathetic little darling? Doesn’t he fit into his role of pet so well?”

She paused for a moment to cover Venti’s neck and shoulders in bites and kisses.

“I wonder how long it will take you to break too.”

Venti’s small frame shuddered and jolted with each current she sent through him, and eventually one of his hands reached back to grip Baal’s thigh for support, his nails digging in slightly. “Ha-ah, oh, o-oh that feels g-good-“ he whimpered, the condescending chuckle that Baal responded with only making him squirm even more.

Then a particularly strong current came from her hand, and there he was, stiffening up with a shudder and coming.

Baal stopped for a moment in surprise, but quickly regained her momentum. “Awww, was that too much? Too much for your pathetic little cock?” Venti squirmed and shook his head no quite insistently, giving a few embarrassed whines. “N-n-o, I can t-take mo-ore, ‘m not pa-pathetic-“

“Oh, yes you are, and I love it.”

She gave him no warning before she started up again, the currents even stronger this time. Venti yelped and thrusted up into her hand, hips struggling her loose grip, but she gave a rather tame slap to his thigh, and he settled down quickly enough. “‘m sorry, ‘m s-so-orry-“ he hiccuped, starting to tear up with sensitivity. She shushed him, though her tone was slightly gentler. “That’s alright, pet, would you like me to slow down?” Venti immediately shook his head no, trembling in her lap. More tears started rolling down his cheeks at the thought of her stopping now.

“Nononono pleas-se, don’t stop!” He cried, his nails digging in further into the flesh of Baal’s thigh. “Want m-more, more, ple-please?”

Baal hummed in agreement, but rather than speed up her pace, she shifted the way he sat on her lap, nudging his legs apart until each one rested on an arm of the throne. Venti’s moans carried a hint of confusion now, but then Baal took the hand that wasn’t around his cock and ran her fingers over his tip, collecting the precum there.

And then, those two fingers slid down to circle his hole, and Venti nearly threw his head back in pleasure when the first finger slipped inside of him.

Baal had completely taken his breath away now, starting to curl her fingers in that oh-so-perfect way once she’d added a second finger. Despite making it clear that she was in control, she was gentle with him, so gentle Venti could fool himself that she cared.

She did, of course, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.

She was careful to observe his actions, desperate and lewd as they might be. He wasn’t attempting to rock back against her fingers yet, so she assumed the stretch must still burn a bit. Baal decided slowing her pace a bit may help, but then the tiny god’s hand reached down to wrap tightly around her wrist, as if to say, “no, keep going!” She wouldn’t deny him that when he’d been so good for her so far, so she didn’t slow too much.

It was another moment before Venti started moving against her hand and she decided that meant he was alright. He was full-on crying in pleasure now; poor thing was completely overwhelmed, and Baal tried to keep that in mind when she curled her fingers gently into that perfect spot inside of him. He jerked up in her lap with a high-pitched whimper at that, babbling incoherent nonsense that occasionally included her name. She shushed him soothingly, placing tender kisses against his pale throat, but didn’t slow, wanting to push him to that edge again. Venti started to double over as if trying to hide his coming climax, but she caught him, moving her hand away from his cock momentarily to press him back against her chest. Too fucked-out to struggle against that, he slumped against her as she returned her hand to his cock, her fingers still working inside of him.

“So, pet…how do you feel about my proposal now? Have I managed to convince you?”

“Yesyesyesy-yes, wanna be y-yours, please, j-just- just- just let me cu-cum, please-“

Baal chuckled, directing a wolfish smile towards Zhongli for a moment. “Go on then, darling, you can cum.”

Venti tensed up with a string of “thankyou-“s falling from his lips. His thighs shook as he came again.

Venti’s exhausted body went limp, and Baal kissed his forehead, shifting him to the side of her lap so he could curl up against her chest. “Good boy,” she cooed at him, stroking his hair as she carefully pulled her fingers out of him.

Then, as Venti was starting to drift off in her lap, she turned to Zhongli. “Your turn, Rex Lapis,” she said, somehow managing to make the title sound so utterly disrespectful. She tapped the ground with her foot.

“Here, boy.”

Zhongli scoffed at her at first, not moving an inch. But then she snapped her fingers and a band of electro wrapped around his neck like a collar. She made a come-hither motion and the collar tugged him forward. “I said, here, boy.”

Zhongli reluctantly obeyed, unable to deny that being treated like a lapdog made his core tighten. He crawled over to her foot, looking up at her. Her hand reached down as if she were a gracious goddess, bestowing a gift, and she brushed his hair out of his face before tugging on it.

“You see, Morax, Barbatos was a good boy, and he was rewarded for it. Only good boys get rewards, only good boys get their mistress’s hand. And you have not quite met my standards. So.”

She outstretched her leg towards him, never freeing him from the electro bonds the way she had with Venti. “Go on, brat. Get off on my leg like the dog you are.”

Zhongli gave a whine of protest, wanting more than her leg, but her quick glare silenced him as she turned back to Venti, whose face she covered in kisses.

He scooted forward and settled himself in front of her leg, face burning in humiliation, and started to grind slowly against it. The first moan that came from him was almost shocked, as if he couldn’t believe something like this would feel so, so good. Even his next few moans were choked as he started rutting against her leg a little faster, turning his face to hide it in the inside of her leg. His eyes rolled back in his head when she tugged him out by the hair, forcing him to look at her. Baal tsked disapprovingly at him.

“Oh no no, that will never do. You will look at your mistress so she can watch that stubborn, bratty face melt. Now. Continue. A little faster, if you think you can handle it; perhaps if you’re a good boy I’ll let you sit on my lap and ride my thigh instead.”

That was incentive enough for Zhongli, who picked up his pace with a whimper, holding eye contact with Baal the entire time. He almost wanted to cry in shame when he, still looking her in the eyes, started to pant like a dog, overwhelmed from how good it felt. But she just cooed at him and ruffled his hair. “Awww, there we go, see? Isn’t it nice to give up control, Morax? Doesn’t it feel good?”

He nodded with a whine that was significantly lower in pitch than Venti’s, but no less adorable.

“Words, pet.”

“Y-yes mistress, ‘t feels s-s-so good, f-feels- a-ah, hah!”

She smiled graciously at his answer, and then gestured for him to come sit up on her lap, next to Venti, who was slowly stirring awake again. Immediately, Zhongli obeyed, starting to grind on her soft thigh and letting out a moan.

“Think you can be a good boy for me?” She asked him, her tone almost bored.

“Ye-es, I c-can, I promi-ise-“

“Good.”

Baal shifted Venti in her lap slightly so Zhongli would have room. Venti gave a confused whine, but she soothed him with a kiss to his forehead.

“Now, here are the rules. You go on and strip for me, Morax-“ before she even finished that sentence, Zhongli was up and pulling off his clothes, tossing them to the side and settling back on her lap.

“-good pet- now, you sit here on my lap, and I’ll let you use my hand. But don’t you even think about cumming until I tell you to. Understood?”

Zhongli nodded quickly, a grateful moan catching in his throat as Baal started to stroke his cock. It took less than a few moments to have his head falling forward, his breath short and heavy. He squirmed as if trying to get away from her hand and get more of her at the same time, and she sneered. “What? You think you deserve what I gave Barbatos?”

Zhongli shook his head. “N-no, I d-don’t, but-but- p-please- I want-“

His sentence was cut off by a breathless cry as she sent those same electric currents she’d used on Venti through him as well. Now he understood why Venti had gone half insane over this- oh, it felt so good, slightly painful but good. His hands shot out to grip her shoulders tightly. When he realized what he was doing, he looked up at her with a panicked expression, but she nodded. “That’s alright, you can hold on.” He whimpered out his thanks as his hips started to jerk in her grip, trembling as the currents grew stronger. Oh, he was so close, and-

Fuck. He’d forgotten her rule.

He looked up at her again, this time more pleading. When she didn’t seem to notice, he pawed at her shoulder. “P-Please, mistress, please, c-c-ah- can I c-cum- I need- I n-need to, ah-“

Baal met his eyes with a bored expression. “Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Yes, Ye-es, I’ve been g-good, please!”

“Hmm. Why don’t we ask Barbatos.”

Baal turned to Venti with a soft smile, petting his head. “Do you think we should let him cum, darling?”

Venti met his eyes for a moment long enough to leave Zhongli panicking. Then he nodded weakly, and Zhongli sobbed in relief.

“Go on then, Rex Lapis.”

Zhongli completely collapsed as he came. While the electro currents worked him through that climax, he folded into himself, sobbing in pleasure. Baal petted his hair like she had Venti’s, comforting him as he came down.

“Good boy, Morax~”

Baal opened her arms for him and Zhongli shifted to mimic the way Venti was sitting, curling up against Baal as he caught his breath. He had to admit, this was…nice. Being a pet hadn’t sounded good at first, but if this was what he got out of it…

“I must say, I’m quite excited to have two new pets…”

[ramp-it-up]

...And Forever

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

AU: MCU A/U, after TFATWS

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Alternate MCU facts/timeline, lies, cursing, angst,  oral, (F, M receiving) fingering, spit play rank kink, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), sex on a pool table, semi-public sex, a special surprise, stalker-ish behavior, almost Dark!Steve? Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: I am an MCU nerd but not a timeline detail gal. Please forgive me if the timeline is off. This is an alternate universe and a work of fiction. Please have fun with it! This is the second part to Always.  Enjoy!

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You opened your eyes to see that you were in what looked like a break room. There was a coffee machine, a round table with five chairs, a row of lockers, two Captain Americas, and a Winter Soldier.

There was some strange conversation going on.

“Then who gave me the shield at the lake…?”  

Sam was questioning Steve, but he stopped talking when you started moving around.  You must have still been in the wedding venue, because you saw the name of the historic building on various items in the room. 

You scowled up at Sam, Bucky and Steve.

You moved to sit up and Steve was at your side. “Easy…”

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

You squinted at Steve. His hair was shorter and he was clean shaven, but he was still gorgeous. Those blue eyes were full of concern. 

You raised your hand, and he held it, holding it and caressing it as you raised it to his face.

“Is it really you?”

Steve smiled ruefully at you. “Yeah, it’s me.”

You held his cheek and looked at him, bringing your other hand up to the other side of his face. He smiled at you. 

You grabbed him and hugged him hard, and then pulled back again as he held you in his arms. He moved back and pursed those ruby red lips. 

You had this irresistible urge to...slap the shit out of him. And so you did.

The sound reverberated in the room. Steve just stared up at you, with that fucking beautiful face, and then smiled, rubbing his jaw as if it hurt. 

But you knew it didn’t. And you were tired of the bullshit.

Sam and Bucky moved to calm you down, but you were too quick for them, pacing to the other side of the room. 

“All of you can stay the hell away from me. Y’all have some fuckin nerve. Especially you, Steven.”  

Your Houston accent was shining through with your anger.

“Wow, Sweetheart, that was harsh. But I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

You pointed at Steve.

“Fuck you.” 

You were seething, especially when he raised his eyebrow at your comment. But he quickly fixed his face when he saw the rage on yours. You looked at Sam, who just looked down, and at Bucky, who looked like he was in pain.  

Fuck thier feelings.

“I deserve your anger. I didn't tell…” Steve tried it. 

“You don’t deserve a got damn thing. Not even my anger.” 

Steve was stone faced at your vitriol. You were shaking, trying to control your emotions and not cry.  You were so hot. You fought to keep your voice steady.

“I thought you were dead.” It came out as a ragged whisper. But you knew everyone heard you.

Your voice was low, even, and scary. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. Your own were brimming with tears.

“I thought you were dead and that they didn’t want to tell me.” 

You waved your hand at Bucky and Sam. And you waited until Steve looked you in the eyes again. 

“I thought you were in prison, that someone, on some alien star, forced you to play some sick gladiator games. Or that HYDRA was still around and they turned you into an agent for them. Or that you lost your memory in the blip. So many scenarios played in my mind, Steven.”

Steve knew better than to talk. This was his time to listen.

“But I never ever once thought that you chose this. Never thought it was your choice to leave and to stay away.”

“Listen…” Sam started speaking.

“Shut the fuck UP, Samuel.” 

If you had Bucky’s knives, all of them would be seriously injured right now.  

“You knew that he was alive and you didn’t tell me. Despite me begging for any kind of information.”  

Sam just pursed his lips and returned your glare.  You were right.

You went and stood in front of Bucky.

“James…” 

He looked at you, those pained eyes making your stomach flip.  

“How could you?  You knew?”

He just stared at you. Retreating into not speaking.

Steve spoke up.

“Yes, I left. Yes, it was my choice.  I thought I could… Well, let’s just say that hindsight is 20/20 and you can’t ever go back. I swore Sam and Buck to secrecy and I asked them to take care of you.  This all just got out of hand.  Didn’t it Buck?”

You watched Steve in disbelief and you swiveled your head toward Bucky and Sam again.

“You both lied to me. And Sam. Did you tell Steve to come back and ruin my life?”

Sam scoffed, offended. “No. I didn’t. S.H.I.E.L.D gave Steve quarterly updates.  You and Bucky happened so fast…” 

You ignored his explanation.

“But you knew exactly where he’d gone.”

“Yes.” Sam was cornered.

You turned back to Bucky. 

“I asked you a question earlier. Did you know?”

He nodded, imperceptibly.  “Doll… I…”

“James Buchanan Barnes. You knew?” Your heart was breaking even more than it was.

“Yes, but it’s complicated. He didn’t come back, at least not the way he left, and I thought it was a done deal. I thought he found…”

You interrupted him. 

“What. Happiness?” 

You turned back to Steve. “Is that what you were looking for, Steve? Happiness?”

“Sweetheart, you made me happy, I just had the chance to finally settle some unfinished business.”

You nodded.

“So James here took advantage of your little vacation to get with his best friend's girl while you explored your other options. Cool.”

It was not cool.

“Do you remember when you asked me if you could trust me, Steve?”  

He just gave a little smile and came to stand before you, looking down at you in that way of his.  He was trying to shake you. You were unshakeable. You raised your chin and looked right in his eyes.

“What you don’t understand is that you can’t pick and choose the pieces of life that you want, Steven.” 

You moved away from all of them. Steve stepped toward you, but stopped when you held up your hand.

“I’ve lived my life for everyone else, for this country, for as long as I can remember.  I deserve a little piece of life, Sweetheart.”  

Steve really believed what he was saying.

“What about me? Do I get a choice?”

Steve looked around at his two best friends, who were now best friends, and his best girl.

“You’re right. I think you should. You should choose.”

Your mouth hinged open. You spoke at the wall, then looked at Bucky.

“What about you, James? Do I need to choose?”

Bucky walked in front of you

“No Doll. You don’t have to choose.”  

You looked up into his eyes.  Damn, he looked so handsome in his bespoke grey suit that he chose for the wedding. And the tie that you gave him set off his eyes.  

“I just….  I just wanted a piece of happiness too. I knew you were Steve’s girl.”  He took both of your hands in his. 

“I don’t deserve you. When Steve didn’t come back, and you and I connected, I couldn’t help it. I was just going to keep an eye out, but…”

He gave you that cute little side smile of his.  And then he kissed you. It was short and sweet and oh so hot. You looked up at him, shook to the core. And then he ruined it all.

“I love you Doll. It was nice while it lasted.” 

Bucky was giving up. 

You nodded and backed away. Not believing this situation. 

“Ok. I’m making my choice.” 

You raised your chin and looked at Steve and Bucky.

“I’m not some fucking marble that you pass around, play with, and trade with your friend.” 

You took a deep breath.  “I choose me.”

You were gone in a flash, before they could even register it.  And although they ran, they couldn’t catch you before you were out of reach.

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Three months later, you walked through the late August soup of Houston heat to the bar, pausing when you thought you heard footfalls behind you. You used your speed to zip along to Willy’s; you were safe there.

You were back sharking with the best of them.  But your training was put to good use.  You never got burned and you never got caught.  You were making a good living.  

There were a jumble of misfit super humans who had gathered there with you.  You were a leader now. And you were doing well on your own. It was a life.

You already knew he was coming, and maybe that’s why you moved to the back room to play.

You were prepared, but when you felt him, you still lost your breath.  But you recovered quickly, straightening your spine, despite the fact that he was standing so close to you.

You looked at the dartboard on the wall across from you and chalked your cue.

“Don’t you have other things to take care of? Other wheres? Other whens maybe?”

You learned more about time travel since you’d left New York, and you understood more of what happened. 

The Avengers had access to time travel.  If only you could go back… but no. You were stronger than those men.  You could live with your decisions. And move forward.

“No. What I need to take care of is right here. Right now.”  

His deep growl stirred something inside you, and you fought your body, which was becoming moist at his proximity.

You bent over the table, super soldier dick poking you in the ass before you drew your pool cue back sharply into his stomach.  Abs of steel met the cue and nearly broke it.  He just stepped aside and shook his head at you.

You turned your head to look into his aqua blue eyes and you fell in love all over again.  Shit.

You gave up and turned around, leaning back against the pool table, because he wasn’t giving an inch, not moving from your space.

You scanned the room and your people were watching, but keeping your distance. They all knew who he was, and your history. They gave you space, but wouldn’t let you be hurt without a fight. You nodded at them and they all went to the front, giving you more privacy.

He nodded in their direction. 

“People fall under your spell fast, I know that all too well. They trust you.”

You lifted your head. “I’ve never done anything to make them not trust me.”

He sighed.  “Point taken.”

“Why did you come here?  I know that you’ve known where I was. Sam must have told you.” 

“I’ve known where you were. How could I not? I didn’t need Sam to tell me. It’s not like you were trying to hide.”  

He cocked his head at you.

“But the reason that I’m here, now, is that I’ve always been slow at math. And I just put two and two together.”

You smirked up at him. “You’re right. This is home. A leopard doesn’t change her stripes.”

He just chuckled at your evasion.

“You wanna play a game?” 

His eyes followed you, undeterred by your challenge.

You walked around to the other side of the table, leaned over and gathered the balls to be racked. 

You held two in one hand and looked at him.  He smiled and the electricity at the small of your back was everything. He slowly walked around to you as you racked them.

He took in your form (including your ample cleavage) as you bent over the table and your mouth as you said the word, “Break.”

“I’m tired of playing games, Doll. I’m just here to win you back.”

You turned around and faced him, looking up at him, now aware of his smell.  You closed your eyes and inhaled leather and metal. You opened them again and his eyes were blazing.

“James.. I”  

Bucky grabbed your face, hands gently cradling your head, and cut you off with a kiss, his lips gentle at first. Then his hands moved to your hips and lifted you onto the table. He slotted himself in between your thighs, your bodies separated by the same brand of black denim. 

His lips and tongue seemed determined to possess you. Bucky kissed and felt your body like he hadn’t in a lifetime. His hands roamed you like they were starved from touching you. 

Your hands were on his neck and in his hair, relishing the feel of him. You’d  missed him so fucking much. You drew apart, and his breath fanned your face as you two panted together, his forehead resting on yours.

“I am never going to let you go again.”

“James…”

“Hold on Doll, I’ve got to say this.” 

He smiled and gave you another quick peck.  You nodded, solemn.

“I said the wrong thing back in Brooklyn. I don’t care that you were with him first. I don’t care if you think that you might want to be with him. When I fell for you, I fell harder than I ever have. Even from the train.”  

He was whispering the words you wanted to hear months ago, causing you to cry.  But a lot of things caused you to cry lately. 

Bucky smiled at you, his eyes crinkling in that adorable way that you loved. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you, silencing you again. You responded with a smile. He continued.

“I know that you think that I folded and just gave up on you on our wedding day. I was just thinking that I don’t deserve you. Especially next to Steve.  I mean, you won’t find a better man.  But in the time since, I’ve realized, even though it’s hard. I’m a good man too.”

“You are, James…”

“You helped me come to terms with everything that’s happened. Sam has helped me deal with everything I did...and I’m not perfect, and neither are you, but we can be perfect for each other.”  

You nodded, smiling a little.

“I’m in love with you and I deserve you. You deserve me. We deserve each other.  And I’m not saying this because I think you saved me. But you are the strongest woman I know, enough to be with me when I am weak. I figured out that I can be strong for you too. I have to be now. I am so sorry that I let you walk away. But I’m not going to let you out of my sight now, even if you don’t want to be with me.  But I am asking you, again. Be my family. Make one with me. Choose me.”

You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes.

“James Barnes, there was never ever any choice. It’s you. It will be you. Forever.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief and started kissing you all over your face, down your neck and into your cleavage.

“I was scared shitless, Doll! I love you so much,…”

You kissed him now, your hands under his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders. Next, you went under his shirt, feeling his nipples, playing with them as he shuddered. Then your hands went up to one cold shoulder and one warm, grasping them as he ground his hard jeans covered crotch into yours.

“Too many clothes.”

You ended up helping him pull his shirt over his head. You trailed your hand back down his abs to the button on his jeans.

“I missed you James. My hormones are going crazy, Baby…”  

His eyes got wide as you popped the top button and bit your lip.  Bucky moaned.  He was about to explode just being near you.

“Th-that’s what we need to talk about…”

“Talk later. Fuck. Now.”

Bucky looked over your shoulder to the other room. To his surprise, the door was now closed.

“Wow, they…”

You hopped down from the table and got on your knees in front of him.

“You gonna let me suck your dick or not James?”

He looked down at you smirking up at him and could feel himself leaking in his jeans.  Three months of his hand had been torture, thinking of you.  

It seemed as if he unfastened and pulled himself out without knowing.  For a moment he feared mind control. 

But it was just love and lust.

You grasped him, testing his girth and admiring how your fingers did not meet around his cock.  

“Mmmmmmmm,” you moaned while you thumbed his tip, collecting the pre-cum and lubricating him as you pumped.

He stared at you, slack jawed and sexy as he watched you.  He reached down and put his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp.

You commanded him. “Eyes on me, Sergeant.”

Bucky locked eyes with you and watched as you licked your lips, opened your mouth, and spit on his cock.

“Fuck.”

You pumped him a couple of times before you opened wide and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of his wide, smooth, hard unit in your mouth.  You pulled off of him with a pop.

“Damn I missed this dick.” 

Then you deep throated him again, making Bucky have to hold on to the side of the pool table as he held your head while you spluttered around him.

“And I missed your pretty little mouth, Doll. Damn.”  He watched as you did it a few more times.

When you looked up and  he saw your ruined face, Bucky went feral.

He pulled you up by your shirt, pulling it over your head and wiping your face with it.  Then he kissed you.

“Fucking love how you do that, Doll.”  

He started kissing down your chest, pulling your breasts out of your bra, pinching and rolling your nipples gently, a little more carefully than usual. He looked at you knowingly as you squirmed in pleasure.

“I’ve been doing my research.”  

Then, he leaned down and suckled them with that mouth until you almost came, writhing in his arms. Bucky unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down, kneeling, and staring up at you as you leaned against the green felt table.

You stepped out of your jeans and panties and watched as his flesh hand glided from your ankle to your ass, palming it and then sliding back down as he lifted your thigh on his shoulder.  You shuddered as you could feel his breath on your cunt.

“I’ve been dreaming of this.”  

His eyes held yours as he leaned in for a kiss, then a long wet lick of your cunt.  You grabbed his brown hair as his blue eyes hypnotized you and as he ate you out. When his metal fingers came up, whirring, you started begging.

“Please, James…please…please…..”

He laughed, mouth still fucking your pussy. He pulled away, chin glistening with your juices. His fingers began pumping inside you, the vibration driving you up the wall.

“Are you begging me to stop, or to continue, Doll? Talk to me.”

“Unnnh, unnnnh, oooohhh shittttt. Don’t ever stop.” 

And then you came all over his face,  Bucky slurping it up happily.  He stood up, taking you with him and maneuvering you so that you could feel his thick tip at your hole before it breached you. 

Bucky’s cock stretched you out and made you see stars as you slid down his thick pole while he was standing up, pumping inside you as he deposited you on the table.

You wrapped around him like a vine as he held you, cock pounding from the feeling of being inside you again. He pulled back to kiss you again.  He was grunting in his throat as he tried to speak.

“Fuck you feel so good...Fair warning, Doll. I’m not going to last. Been too long.”

You let go of him, and leaned back on the felt, arms braced behind you as you replied, “Just fuck me James.”

Bucky took in your body, from where you were connected up your torso to your breasts and the beautiful fucked out look on your face and started moving.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”  You took him, looking down to see the impossible stretch.

“Yeah, look at that. Looks and feels so damn good, doesn’t it, Doll? How the fuck are you so… so… fucking… tight….?”

“Yes, fuck, James, FUCKKKKK.”

All nerves were in your cunt as you went down to your elbows, and then to your back flat on the slate table, pool balls going everywhere.

Bucky pulled your hips off the table and really started digging in, hips snapping at a frenzied pace as his metal hand slid down your body. You could tell that he was almost there.

“Cum with me Doll.” 

When that metal thumb touched your clit, it was over.  You came as soon as you felt his white hot ropes of cum drench your walls. You closed your eyes for just a second, and then opened your eyes wide.

‘Why am I curled up on a pool table after being fucked by my 106 year old fiance? What is life?”

Bucky laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and helped you off the table. He looked around, going to get you a bottle of water from the vending machine.

“You good?” 

Bucky eyed you as you got your clothes together.  He leaned next to you as he watched you drink the water.

“Baby okay?”

You ducked your head, smiled and grabbed his hand, putting it on your slightly rounded stomach.

“Yeah. I can feel him moving around.  Can you feel that?”  

Bucky just stared at his hand, then at your face.

“Not really… Him?”  He was astounded.

“That’s normal. I’m gonna be able to feel him before you can, And yeah, Him.”  

You turned more fully toward Bucky and he took you in his arms.  

“I had all kinds of tests, to make sure that he was okay.  I wanted to know if… if what they did to me would affect…. “ 

You shook your head, then smiled up at Bucky.

“He’s healthy.  I’m 20 weeks. I figured we’d call him Jamie?”  

Bucky beamed at you and nodded. 

“How did you know?”

“Well, I figured out that you didn’t faint at the wedding just because of Steve. Why didn’t you tell me, Doll?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Are you really asking me that question?”  

Bucky blanched and you decided not to be salty. 

“Well, At first, I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I was so happy that you asked me and didn’t know.”  You beamed at him. “ But then…” Your smile faded.

“I’m an idiot, Doll. Forgive me.  It’s me and you. And Jamie. Forever.”  

You two shared the kiss you missed at the altar. It was going to be okay.

“Now, let’s go get some food. I know you’re hungry.”

You laughed as you punched his arm. 

“Ass. But you’re right.” 

You two walked down the street to Ninfa’s Restaurant hand in hand. Bucky turned his head and gave an imperceptible nod as you two passed by an alley/

Steve returned the greeting as he stepped out and watched you and Bucky make your way down the street.

“That’s okay Sweetheart,” he whispered. “Buck’s a good man. But I know you’ll choose me. In another time.”

He walked to the quinjet, which was pointed toward New York.

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