#of all the ideas to have at 11pm this sure is one of them

[delusional-day-dreamer]

Sleepy Girl - p.b.

‣ paige bueckers x gf reader!

‣ wc: 2k of smut 😛

‣‣ synopsis: waking up in the morning horny and ur girlfriend is right there tbh (ending is kinda rushed and the fic is not yet edited so please bear with me)

‣‣‣ a/n: hey guys... i know i completely ghosted this app for a good while but thank you for all the support even while i was MIA. this idea came to me at 11pm on vacation and i figured i should grind it out and make a return. i have a lot of drafts and ideas i came up with but no idea if i'll be able to write them all. in the meantime enjoy and happy holidays!

The warm sunlight spilling in to your bedroom and directly onto your face from the small gap in your curtains seemed to have it out against you.

It was one of the incredibly rare weekends of the season, where your girlfriend, Paige, didn’t have morning practice, lifting, or any PT sessions for residual pain after coming back home late from a basketball game (UConn won, obviously) and the two of you planned to make the most of it.

Having been in a relationship for almost a year now, the two of you had gotten to know each other pretty well over time. From working with the basketball team as a photographer to sharing a class with Paige, to running into each other literally everywhere every single day, metaphorically and physically, the universe seemed to have an intricate plan to bring the two of you together. And with such insistent force, who were the two of you to rebel?

The past ten months dating Paige had been a small roller coaster, the days spent together blissfully were obviously accompanied by the occasional argument of time management or messy rooms or even slight jealousy, but it was nothing the two of you couldn’t work through.

And of course, it was all accompanied by the mind blowing sex you couldn’t stop having. Bent over the kitchen counter, in the shower, in the living room, standing up, from the back, you name it.

But, there was one thing you and Paige had discussed exploring, but never gotten the chance to pursue, and it seemed like this morning was the perfect chance to test it out.

Depending on who woke up first, the two of you often liked to wake the other up with gentle kisses, roaming hands, and sweet nothings. But your synced ovulation cycles brought on a new possibility: morning head.

Although the concept of fucking your girlfriend while she was asleep seemed… well, odd to say the least, the two of you had discussed consent extremely thoroughly, and you weren’t going to sit (or lay in this instance) here and pretend that the sight of Paige laying in your bed right now wasn’t actively turning you on.

She had come to your off campus apartment immediately after her game at XL center and crashed pretty fast, only stopping to shower change into an old, oversized yet cropped off the shoulder sweatshirt of yours and a pair of boxers she left in your drawers.

Currently, she was conveniently splayed out on her back, her left arm stretched above her head raised the hem of your sweatshirt upwards, exposing the curve of her chest and the slightest glimpse of her pink nipples, which were already slightly peaked from the cold air radiating from your fan.

It didn’t take long for you to make up your mind, softly crawling over to rest in between her legs as you leaned over her sleeping figure, using your left hand to gently lift the fabric over her perky tits, exposing her creamy skin to you. You slowly peppered kisses on her boobs, not wanting to create too much stimulation that would wake her before you got to the more exciting part. Although, you weren’t sure you would have to worry about that. Paige could sleep through a hurricane if she was tired enough.

You nipped and sucked at her chest, making sure to pay special attention to her nipples before beginning your descent down her toned abs, bringing your hands to rub at her thighs simultaneously.

Paige groaned softly in her sleep, unconsciously spreading her legs out wider as your fingers danced over the waistband of her boxers.

Deciding that there was no reason to be a tease, especially with the growing ache in between your own legs, you hooked your fingers in her boxers and pulled them downwards, being extremely careful when taking them off her body fully and throwing them off into a corner of your room.

You shift lower, aligning your face with Paige’s already wet cunt as you grip her thighs and blow into her folds lightly, gently arousing her.

You start softly, small kisses and hickeys leading inwards before you finally allow your tongue to lick a long stripe from her entrance up to the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her breath slightly hitch.

Even in her sleep, Paige’s body was actively reacting to the growing pleasure as you circled her clit with your tongue and hummed into her, sending shockwaves running through her body, legs spreading, mouth dropping open with low moans, and back arching.

And yet, she was still asleep. You had no interest in waking her up forcefully, it would defeat the whole purpose of morning head. So, you dutifully detached your lips from her clit, opting to replace it with your thumb as you run your fingers through the slick she had accumulated before inserting your middle finger into her, curling it upwards in the way you knew she loved, which seemed to do the trick.

Her eyes began to flutter open the moment you added in your ring finger, mouth dropping with a groan as her right hand reaches out to cup the side of your face.

"Good morning," you rasp out, your breath hot against her sensitive cunt as you smirk at the already fucked out expression on her face.

"Fuck baby, God I didn’t think it would be this good when we talked about-”

Her sleepy whines were cut off with another loud moan as you reattached your lips to her clit, pressing into her g-spot with your fingers while simultaneously sucking her clit, small laughs vibrating through her core as you watched her body shudder at your actions. Her hand immediately moved up to your scalp, placing a firm grip in your head as she secured your spot deep between her legs, anchoring you in place.

"Aw shit ma, fuck you're so good at that, right there just like that, such a good fucking girl for me, don't stop mama you're gonna make me cum," her breathless rambles were endless as she used her left hand to play with her already exposed nipples.

The added stimulation pushed her closer to the edge, and it wasn't long before her muscular thighs began to shake around your head, closing around the sides of your face as she began to grind her hips into your mouth, chasing every second of her orgasm as her mouth hung open with cries.

She eventually let up after you finished licking her clean, even making a show of pulling your fingers out of her and sucking her juices off of them. Her gaze darkens as she pulls you up and over her body once again, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

She nips at your bottom lip before pulling away, feigning annoyance in her tone. "As much as I loved the little stunt you pulled just now, shit pissed me off too. Brought this up in the first place cause I wanted to surprise you."

"Actin' like it's that big of a deal P, you can just do it a different morning," you teased, hand running up and down her side.

"Mm, whatever. All I care about right now is gettin' you right ma," she mumbles against your lips, reconnecting your lips as she slips her tongue into your mouth, grabbing your ass and rolling your hips into her at the same time.

"Nuh uh, it's your day to pillow princess. Lemme spoil you a little bit. You're still tired and sore from your game yeah? Besides, I have a better idea," you insisted, rising up and straddling her waist.

You shoved your sweater off her body before Paige's large hands pulled your grey tank top up and over your head, tossing it somewhere either of you couldn't be bothered to check. Her hand pressed into your mid back, forcing you to arch over her, conveniently placing your perky tits right over her mouth.

Her teeth scraped against your stiff peaks as her other hand, which had quickly returned to its place resting on your ass, began rocking your hips back and forth over her abs, drawing out deep sighs of pleasure from the multiple sources of friction and stimulation.

"Fuck Paige," you whined out, "why you gotta make it so hard for me to take care of you sometimes," you half-heartedly reprimanded, pinching her nipple roughly as you tore yourself away from her, shimmying your basically non-existent thong off as you resettled yourself in between her legs.

"Crawl up to the headboard," you demanded, raising your eyebrow at her inquisitive expression.

"Please," you added in with a soft pout, satisfied when she complied with your request. You eagerly followed her body, stationing your hands on her shoulders as you draped your right leg over her left, maneuvering her right in order to rest over your own left before gently lowering yourself down, hissing the moment your cores met.

You rolled your hips forward tentatively, moving your left hand down to Paige's right thigh while you sank forward, circling your other arm around her neck as you moaned against her lips.

The kiss was a needy, open mouthed mess of saliva and moans as you continued to roll your hips into Paige's with the help of her guiding hands, shocks of pleasure licking your spine every time your clits aligned.

As you approached closer to your orgasm, your head tipped back, mouth hung open with desperate, borderline pornographic whines constantly spilling out, impairing your ability to kiss Paige back. Though, she would never complain and simply kept her mouth busy by sucking hickeys along your neck and chest, whispering filthy words of encouragement into your skin.

"My girl's such a slut for me, huh? Riding me so good, pussy so wet she's dripping all over me, 's basically crying for me ma. You like that?"

Her gravely voice added to the fuzzy feeling that had taken over your brain, driven only by the tight coil threatening to snap any second in your belly. From the feeling of yours and Paige's warm slickness coating your entire cunt, to the deep throbbing you clit was experiencing.

You moved your left hand from Paige's thigh up to the headboard, using it to grind down harder against Paige's center, and the pressure on your clits had moans ringing out from both of you.

"God, Paige. So close baby, fuck I'm so close," you whined near incoherently, eyes screwed shut from the way your entire body was on fire, on the edge of immense pleasure.

She moved her mouth to the sweet spot behind your ear, nipping at the skin as she her fingers deftly began tweaking your nipples. "Cum for baby, give it to me. Please need it so bad."

You cry out as a freight train of an orgasm hits you, Paige's words and hands sending you over the edge, and the sight of you coming undone, not to mention the sounds you were letting out, left Paige no choice but to follow your lead.

Your body shuddered against hers, the pleasure slowly washing over you, leaving you breathless and extremely sensitive. You untangled your legs from Paige, collapsing on the bed next to her and pulling her down with you.

You kissed her sweetly, intimately, a far cry from the sex you were just having.

"I love you so much you know that?" You muttered against Paige's lips, cracking your eyes open to see the lazy smile set on her face.

"I love you too, even though I'm pissed you stole my surprise," she whispered defiantly.

"What you don't think those two orgasms made up for it? We can go for round two if you really insist," you smirked, knowing that there was no way your body could handle another orgasm immediately.

Before she can even answer, your stomach growled loudly, inciting loud laughter from both of you.

"How about we take care of that first yeah? We can go for round two in the shower after breakfast," she responded slyly, pulling you up and out of bed with her to get dressed and have breakfast together. To you, nothing in the world could beat mornings like these with Paige.

[venopixel]

i know absolute jack about daisuke but this is what i'm getting from him so far

[gin-juice-tonic]

So, for Starters: Book Of Bill Spoilers warning. Another opinion from me below. This new one is about the lost journal pages again, of course.

Originally, I wanted to make a super big crazy essay about all the reasons I think the journal pages in BOB (The Book of Bill’s given name) are fake, and show off my super-cool totally completely sound deductive reasoning techniques in the process.  

Unfortunately, knowing myself I’m not sure I’m actually capable of accomplishing such a feat. You all know how I tend to post things in parts, sometimes out of order, often never finished. However I would like to share something in particular that’s been eating at me that I’ve seen… partially discussed, but only partially. And certainly not the part that I would like to discuss. 

It’s about the rats.

You know, the rats.

I saw these rats being talked about since before I was even able to have a look at the book myself. 

But before I get further into it all, I would like to start off with a joke: 

Why did dead rats, eggnog, a land orca, shrimp colors, It’s a Small World After All, and an Anti-Cipherite Suit cross the road? 

Well, that’s easy. To get to the other side. 

Of the book, that is. 

If you’re anything like me, you probably skipped right to the journal pages upon contact with the book. And if you’re even MORE like me, you were probably left a little confounded by them. Not only did they seem… wrong somehow. But they also felt random. Full of odd choices of subject that didn’t make a lot of sense. Could these pages really have come from journal 3? If so, why do parts of them feel so… completely out of context? 

And this is where the rats come in. As I mentioned before, I saw many people discussing them. In particular, they were noting a connection to this passage from earlier in the book:

Many of the related discussions also felt odd to me. Though I lacked the knowledge to be able to articulate why at the time. UNTIL, I read the book for myself from start to finish. That's when I realized something:  This is not the only time something from earlier in the book connects back to the journal pages. In fact, it happens many, many times throughout the earlier passages. (Here is a small collection of them for your perusal.)

And then it started clicking into place. The reasons the pages felt like they were so abnormally out of context… is because they WERE lacking context!

Now, before you can finish saying “Gin, you’re an idiot.” I would like you to ponder these three questions: 

1) Why, if these pages were taken from Journal 3, should they require context from outside of it to be able to be completely understood?

2) Why is it that this context can be found in what Bill Cipher has been writing in the preceding passages up till now? 

3) If you put food in a mogwai’s mouth at midnight EST but drive it over the CST time zone line back to 11PM before it can swallow, will it still transform into a gremlin? 

Okay, you caught me, that third one is unrelated. But the first two I believe require further thinking. So let’s delve a little further into the idea. Consider this the real third question: 

3) Are we to seriously believe that these, the only pages of J3 still lost to us, just so happen to tie into the new topics from the rest of the Book of Bill over and over like this?  

And since you’ve done so well thinking thus far, I’ll ask a fourth question: 

4) Are you aware of the concepts of Watsonian and Doyalist analysis? 

Assuming you don’t and you won’t google it, I’ll skip to the important part. Watsonian analysis is to analyze a story from within it, as if you yourself were Watson making deductions in a Sherlock Holmes novel.  

Now, from a Watsonian point of view, what happens when we try to answer our earlier questions? Why should it be that the Book of Bill provides so many of these points of reference to the journal pages? 

One possible line of thought could be that Bill wrote the earlier passages of his book *around* the idea of what was contained in the pages, but I think this doesn’t work for a few reasons. For one thing, the purpose of the book is to get the reader to make a deal, not to take a whole novel to set the stage for a 3 day mini Ford adventure. For another, not all of what I described prior is really fit to be called “context”, is it? The rats, the “Small World” cassette, and the Bill-Suit are one thing, but Eggnog? Shrimp colors? Land Orcas? I certainly wouldn’t define them that way. If anything, they’d be better suited to being called “references”. And unlike the more contextual ideas, there’d be no real need for Bill to sneak mere references to the pages into his grand story.  And lastly, there are a great deal of Bill pages that have nothing to do with the content in the journal pages at all.

So what exactly am I trying to say here? 

If we do intend to think of the callbacks outlined above as references, the only logical conclusion within the story is that the journal pages themselves are referencing back to the Book of Bill, not the other way around.

But… how? And why? Something Ford has written in the 80’s shouldn't be able to reference something Bill is writing post-weirdmageddon certainly. 

That’s because “Ford” isn’t referencing it at all!

And as for why… Well, have you ever noticed when you're writing a story on the fly, things you wrote earlier all come crashing back to you as you try to wrap things up? I believe personally that the journal pages are not pages actually written by Ford, but more a strange endcap on Bill’s crazy train of thought! That Bill is the one writing them, and the "references" are just fuel that further the pages creation. Almost as if, to quote someone much more knowledgeable than me on this subject…

(This single paragraph has been inserted a good deal after the original writing of this post.) I would like to clarify, I am not trying to claim the ideas presented in the pages have no basis in reality whatsoever. Ultimately, what I'm saying is I think Bill wrote them, and they should be taken with suspicion instead of as complete fact. "Did this event happen exactly this way?", "Does some of this feel distorted?", "Did this part even happen at all?" I think those are questions worth examining with the events detailed on these pages.

In the end, all I've described above (as well as other aspects of the pages I've not mentioned here) leave me with the impression the pages are not real.

As I stated only a bit earlier, the idea that these pages, the only pages of J3 purported to be lost, should be so connected to the rest of the book is beyond coincidence to me. Not to mention that in order to take these pages as total truth, you must give credence to several other passages of Bill's book as well. And I'm not too keen on having to trust him that much.

To all who have read this far, even to those who may have scoffed at the ideas in here or think I've only written up nonsense. Thank you for reading and considering my thoughts.

I am not saying anyone must agree with me on this. I know some people have found the pages to be important and meaningful to them, and I do not wish to give the impression that I think my view is the end all be all correct one, or that I think lesser of those who believe them to be Ford's own writings. I only want to share my own thoughts on them. And to anyone else who found the pages to feel "off" somehow, possibly validate their feelings too.

[bangtaninborderland]

JJK- Late Night Calls.

you get a call from Jungkook at 7am, struck with worry you pick up only to find your adorably tired boyfriend.

Genre: smut, fluff, Jungkook x reader.

Warning: NONE!

A/N: came up with this in 10 minuets thought it was cute enjoy :)

The familiar tune of your phone ringing broke you from your sleep, your vision was blurry but you could still clearly read the caller ID

Incoming Factime Video call: JK ♥️

It must have been 7am in Korea, Jungkook was never awake this early. You quickly answered, a million scenarios running through your mind as to explain why he was calling at such a time and none of them were good.

“Hello?”

He must have seen the panic in your face as he croaked out. “Baby what’s wrong?”

“I thought something happened you’re never awake this early?” You felt a small weight lift off your shoulders as he chuckled.

“I’m fine baby just couldn’t sleep, missed you.” You loved how he sounded when he was sleepy.

You laughed at the way he was laying across his bed, small rolled up pillow underneath him. “You have got to get different pillows.”

“No no I like my pillow.” He laughs, showing you how comfortable it is. “How’s London jagiya?”

You suddenly regretted being in a different country for work, the idea of morning sex seemingly more attractive than anything else. “It’s fine here, I can’t wait to be back home though. The food isn’t as good.”

“The food is the only thing?” He pouted, pulling the blanket further over his face. “What about me and bammie?”

You turned to the side, resting your leg atop the blanket. “Of course I miss you and bam too kook.”

“The bed is cold without you, empty. I think you should quit work and just be a stay at home wife.” He laughed again, although you could tell there was a sliver of hope to his absurd suggestion.

“Never gonna happen, you may be rich but I’m only half way there.” You both laughed, money was never something either of you took seriously you had always shared everything for as long as you could remember. You’d buy him dinner and he would buy dessert. He would buy you designer but he would also be more than happy if you brought him a pack of ramen. “Besides we aren’t even married.”

“Don’t remind me.” He shakes his head, before shifting to rest it upon his arms. “How many days until your back?”

“We should have the contracts finished up in a day or two and then we will have a celebratory dinner and I’ll be on the first flight back.” You explained as you watched him, his tattoos standing out against the white fabric of his sheets, his hair messy. You let your eyes wander, your imagination running wild thinking about how he would look completely naked. “are you wearing pants?”

“Come back and find out jagiya, I’m sure you’re already picturing the ways I’d fuck you.”

The sudden vulgarity of his words left you in a state of shock. “I- when I get home we are definitely doing whatever I’m thinking right now.”

“And what is that doll?” He laughed, fingers drawing circles on the sheet. “What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”

“Just thinking about how good your hand would look wrapped around my neck.” You pushed yourself further into the pillow, slightly shy.

“Too bad you’re too far away baby. We should sleep.” He closed his eyes, teasing you.

You groaned, fighting the urge to grind against the sheets. “Kook.”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, lazily.

“You turned me on.” You giggled, closing your eyes.

“I’m hard too beautiful, I’ll go to sleep thinking about good good your mouth will feel around my cock.

“Why couldn’t you call me at 8pm and get all dirty with me? Why does it have to be when I’m too tired to do anything?” You whined, wanting to cry from how much you missed his touch.

“It’s okay princess when you’re home I’ll take care of you. we should still sleep you have a meeting tomorrow morning don’t you?” You opened one eye, just enough to see him staring at you smiling.

“At six am, it’s 11pm right now. I have to wake up at 4am so I can finish the presentation.” You explained, your words slurring as you started to drift off. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“I have a few appointments nothing important, call me anytime tomorrow I’ll be there but for now get some sleep baby, I won’t hang up.”

“Promise?” You whispered, the folds of sleep covering you in a sheet of darkness.

“Always jagiya.”

[jeon-ify]

from @bearbread83

“3 & 6 with san pls - reader is a virgin and self conscious that she is one still at the age of 20 - san comforts her and it’s just really sweet/comforting & loving sex 🥰 thanks!!!”

3. “shh, baby. it’ll feel good, i promise.”

6. “you’re my favorite girl.”

🫶🏻

warnings: virginreader, softdomsan, comforting sex, reader is embarrassed to be a virgin, insecure reader, if i missed anything lmk!

MDNI!!!

stay here forever- choi san

san’s not a virgin. you found out last week.

you were sitting with san’s friends and a few friends of friends. there were 3 girls (other than you), as well as 8 guys. you were sure the louder one with a mole had a crush on you but you didn’t care. you had your eyes set on san all night.

there you were, sneaking out of your house at 11pm to try to make an effort to lose your virginity. san had no idea he would be part of this plan, but in your mind, he knew. he knew he was gonna be the first to fuck you, the only man who would ever see what flaws you claim you have, or how you’re so insecure about your breasts. you’re sure san wouldn’t make fun of you for them, right?

you’re sitting at the end of his bed scrolling through your phone, waiting for him to initiate a conversation. you give up after 8 minutes of uncomfortable silence. “sannie, can we talk about something? don’t make fun of me.” you worry. he won’t. of course not. it just sounds so ridiculous that you’re in your 20s and you’re still a virgin.

san sets his phone down on the nightstand, focusing his attention on you. “talk to me, baby.” he coos.

he’s been so patient when it came to sex with you. you weren’t ready, and he was okay with that. he didn’t love you any less and didn’t see you any different.

you hesitate to let the words leave your mouth because you feel so weird just saying how you feel right now. “i-i think i’m ready to… y’know” you manage.

san scoots closer to you, scanning your face and his own ears to make sure he was hearing this right. he knows what you mean, he just wants to hear you say it.

“sannie, i think i’m ready to have sex. but we have to do it with the lights off.” he looks at you, worry taking over his expression. he brings his hands to hold yours, comforting you in your insecurities. “y/n, in the dark? baby, i wanna see every inch of you. wanna kiss you and hold you. skin on skin, my love.”

san adored you. he would walk the ends of the earth for you. he hated when you had moments like these— it makes him rethink is job as a boyfriend to make you love and see yourself for what you are. you had no flaws whatsoever. san made sure you knew that— but now it’s different. it’s different because he’s seeing parts of your body that no one else has.

“let me take care of you, darling. i just wanna make you feel good, my love.” his face coming closer to yours and embracing your lips in a love lock. he deepens the kiss as his hands move up your shirt. you try to move his hands but he looks at you, signaling you to just let him take care of you. he brings his lips down to your neck, moving to your collarbone and slowly, your back is pressed against his soft mattress.

“you’re my favorite girl. love you so much, star.”

whenever san kissed you, it felt like you were being snatched from reality. he knows you, he knows your body, your heart. you believed everything he ever said to you.

“san—“ you try to press your bra down with your hands, san looking at you silently. you move your hands, and let him just take control of the moment. you decide ti no longer hide from him, and let him make you feel his love.

“stop hiding from me, my love. please, just let me do this for you, hm?” you nod. he takes his t-shirt off, tossing it on the floor. he moves down to take your pants and underwear off to toss them by his clothing. he places your legs onto his shoulders as he levels himself with your pelvis. he plants a kiss on your lower stomach, moving towards your thighs, and finally reaching your area.

you let out a gasp, though san has barely touched you. he presses a soft kiss to your clit, slowly making out with your entire heat. he sucks and slurps like you’re his last meal. “you taste phenomenal, baby. wish you could see yourself the way i see you. you’d fall in love in every lifetime.” he groans. you move your hands to his hair, massaging and tugging all at the same time. san could stay like this forever if it means he gets to please you.

“my g- san- please,” you moan. your back arches upwards and san moves his arm to place one of your nipples in between his fingers. he pulls and tugs and rubs and illicit a response out of you.

“i feel you princess, go ahead and cum. let me take it all.” he moans. he looks up at you with his drool and your juices on his chin and corners of his lips. he’s so beautiful. he’s quite literally the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

“there you go, pretty. you did it, ‘m so proud of you. are you ready to take me?” he smiles. it’s so comforting when san smiles at you. you feel like you’re in a warm cabin in mid december with a candle on, with fuzzy blankets hugging your body while drinking warm tea.

it also feels like the warmest hug. it feels like you’re walking on the rings of saturn with a path of stars following you whenever san called you pretty. he feels like an angel and you really don’t know how you ended up with san.

san stands up at the end of the bed, taking his pants and boxers off. you sit up on your elbows, watching as he undresses his last articles. he reaches to grab a condom out of his nightstand and you stop him. “i wanna feel you, i don’t wanna hold back from anything right now, sannie.” he reaches towards your face and kisses you like you were his lifeline.

he lays you down on your back as you pull him in for another kiss. “okay, are you ready baby?” he questions.

“yeah, i think, i am.” you respond, trying to stabilize your breathing. you feel like your throat is sandpaper.

“if i’m hurting you, please stop me. do you have a safeword?” you feel like bursting out into tears from how absolutely perfect this man is.

“if i yell anything random thats gonna be my safeword. for now, i don’t think i’ll need one.”

“okay. just relax, breathe, and close your eyes, ‘kay?” he plants a kiss on the bridge of your nose and you take in a deep breath. you hold onto his shoulder as you feel him putting just the tip in.

“breathe, baby, it’s okay. i got you, it’ll sting in the beginning, but once i’m in, it’ll feel good.” he focuses on your body language, being careful not to hurt you. he slowly inches himself in, and you feel like you’re being ripped in half.

“s-san, fuck it hurts,” you shut your eyes tight, san caresses your face, leaving kisses everywhere. you move your hands to your mouth, hiding your moans. it hurts so good but you feel like your legs are being amputated.

“shh, baby it’ll feel good, i promise. i’m almost in— fuck, don’t hide yourself from me.” he moans. he’s already sweating and you feel him twitch between your legs.

“wish you would love yourself the way i love you. you give me life, baby. you make me a man.” he moans, he’s already fucking you at a quicker pace. his small talk and compliments distracted you from the pain. the pain turns to pleasure as san licks your neck and kisses your soft spot.

“san— feel like im gonna- it feels like i have to pee,” you’re concerned. it feels like a cramp, but not the painful kind. san brushes his fingertips along your lower stomach, pointing to where you feel the knot.

“right here? hm?” you nod.

“let it go, baby. let your body loose. you’re gonna cum.”

how does he know so much about female anatomy?

he’s slowing down his pace, pulling out of you so you could come down from your first orgasm. he bends down to kiss you again. this time, his kiss is slow, breathy, and soft.

“san, that felt amazing. but you didn’t cum..?”

“i don’t have to, baby. this is about you, my love.”

———————

hope this was good!! thanks for requesting!! 🫶🏻

[disgustingtwitches]

**MDNI**

"The closest to heaven we'll ever get"

Saw a lot of stuff about Simon helping out a s*x worker. Anyways, it reminded me of a personal experience I had so... Here I am 😃

5.5k words

*This is kind of Simon needing company and being a weirdo who needs constant validation.

Not gonna lie, it gets blasphemous at the end!

~

I always played around with the idea of being an escort. I was offered to do things while working in the strip club, but I always turned it down. I was spending every dollar I made because I could always make more, right? But when I broke up with my ex and realized I didn't have the credit or rental history to get my own place, I started panicking. The only option was to put down at least three months rent cash upfront, to even be considered. Suddenly, money was drying up at the club for me, my regulars were being whisked away by girls who would do more for less. I couldn't really get mad, it's just a part of the game really. So I knew what needed to be done.

I hit up one of my girlfriends and told her that I needed the extra cash and what I was willing to do for it. She helped me set up a website, took professional photos of me, made me business cards. The whole nine yards. Now all I had to do was wait. About a week in, I finally get my first client. It was awkward and surprisingly, both of our first times in this situation. I was sent back home in a black car and a few hundred bucks richer for just 30 minutes of my time. I felt a rush I never felt before.

As the months rolled by, the money came. Luxury was the new standard for me. Designer everything, nice dinners, even nicer dates. To my surprise a majority of my clientele were, at most, 10 years older than me, and even more surprisingly, good looking. Finance bros, guys with daddy's money, or just men who had the money to spare. They always talked about how it was more fun and less work to hire me than get a girlfriend. To get a pretty girl in their arm to parade around that wouldn't bicker and give them a hard time at the end of the night. No feelings attached, just company and good sex.

So here I am Saturday night. Instead of going out to the club like a normal woman my age in Manhattan should be doing. I am in my hotel. Waiting for a call or text from someone. Anybody. My hair in rollers, makeup half done. Just waiting. My phone lights up, a text coming in:

Hi, Gia. Was interested in spending an hour with you tonight, 11pm.

I smiled to myself. Finally, someone who reads my ad properly. Follows the instructions on what to text to me. Straight to the point.

Wonderful, just need a picture of your ID or passport.

I reply. Always a rule my girlfriend drilled into my head. Safety first. If they don't do it, then what could they be planning? Anything goes bad and all you have is a name that couldn't even be real. Any client worth your time understands your safety is a priority. So this was my way of feeling safer. A moment passes before my phone dings again.

A picture of a passport, full name and age. Along with a picture. He's cute. A little older than what I usually get but I'm not complaining. I quickly look him up, nothing out of the ordinary. Good.

Great. Thank you, Simon. I'll send an address for you to send a car at 10:20. Reach out to you then❤️

Before I start to get ready he texts,

Wear something casual.

Not an odd request. Actually most clients prefer it. Want more of a girlfriend vibe rather than an escort. I finished getting ready, helping myself to a glass of wine. Playing my usual bad bitch songs, it helped me turn into the woman I needed to be- from me to Gia.

10:25 rolls around. I get a screenshot of the Uber from him. 5 minutes out. I grab my purse and strut out of my hotel, to a nearby park. Never give your real address. Always make sure you're not being followed.

A black SUV pulls up, I slide in. Exchange pleasantries with the driver and I'm off. Headed to midtown. I share my location with a friend and how long I should be gone. My phone goes off.

Walk into the building and head to the elevators on the left. 36th floor. Apt. 4A.

I nod to myself before shooting a text of confirmation.

Got it. See you soon ;)

I pull up to the building, it's huge. Nicer than most places I've been. He must have some serious cash. I walk into the building and follow the directions he gave me. A little adrenaline rushes through me as I walk up to the door, always did when meeting someone new. I knock. He almost immediately opens the door, as if he was standing in front of it. Waiting.

Simon!

I say with a wide smile. He steps aside as I walk in, looking around. Nice place. Really nice place. Ceiling to floor windows, minimalist decor, the lovely smell of something masculine and expensive. He looks me up and down as I turn to him.

You look just like your pictures.

His voice is deep, alluring, unreadable. Sends a chill up my thighs that shoots straight to my core.

You do too.

I reply playfully. A small twitch plays at the corner of his mouth before disappearing. His face inscrutable. I shimmy off my coat before he takes it, hanging it up in a closet near the entrance. I wait for him to move. He stands, hands in his pockets, studying me. An awkward minute passes before he walks to the living room. I follow.

Really nice place you got here.

I try to make the moment more comfortable.

Hm.

He responds. He wasn't like the other men I've seen before. They are sociable, or at least try to be. I take a seat on the couch next to him, our knees barely touching.

Money's there.

He gestures to an envelope on the table. I nod, grabbing it.

Do you mind if I...?

I ask, opening it up. He nods and stands to pour himself a drink. My eyes widen. This is more than my usual rate. Much more. I'm quiet, trying not to show my shock.

Was hoping to do an overnight, if that's alright.

It was less of a question and more of a statement from him. It was more than enough for a night. I nodded.

Of course, I do wish you would've told me; I would've packed a bag.

I smiled, putting the envelope down on the table. I grab my phone and update my friend on how long I'd be gone for. I put away the phone quickly and look up at him. God, was he hot. And the way he carried himself made him even hotter, so nonchalant. He shrugged, sipping his drink before sitting next to me again, some space between us.

How long you been doing this?

He stares at me, gaze so intense I squirm a little.

Just a few months.

We're quiet again. Usually I try to carry a conversation if the other party can't hold one, but he makes me nervous. I talk again, asking mundane questions. It's like pulling teeth trying to have small talk with him. Maybe he's just not much of a talker.

I scoot closer to him, our knees barely touching. He puts his drink down, and rests his arms on the back of the couch. I lean in closer to him, resting my hand on his thigh before kissing his lips. He kisses back softly. We exchange light, almost timid kisses for awhile. He finally moves. A hand reaching up to grab at my hair, gently pulling. I moan faintly and that seems to set him off. He grabs me by the throat, not hard, just enough to stand me up and guide me to his bedroom; our kisses getting more intense. We strip each other of our clothes. I unbuckle his pants and pull them down, it feels like I'm opening a gift on Christmas. He's big. I smile up at him. He just looks down vacantly. I pull down his boxers and his erection springs up, tip drooling. He opens a drawer next to the bed, pulling out a condom and rolling it on himself.

Lay back.

He commands. I obey, opening my legs. I've done this so many times before, but this time it's different. As unceremoniously as he's treating this, I can't be more excited. His body is amazing, tattoos and scars just adding to the mysterious aura. His natural scent drives me wild. I look up to him as he crawls over me, lining himself up with me. He gives a couple lazy slaps on my slick. I take a sharp breath. He watches as he slides himself in, I tense up. Most guys are well... average. And he's well... much more than that.

Relax.

He huffs. Sliding himself in more, not giving me any time to adjust. I grip the bedsheets, clenching my jaw. I stare up at him, he doesn't even look at me. His face emotionless as he watches himself slide in and out. I try to unclench, opening myself up more to him.

Mhm...

He grunts. My nipples harden at his voice. I moan as he slams into my cervix repeatedly. It makes him shoot his eyes up at me, glaring into mine. His eyes dark pools, intense. He roughly hooks his arms under my knees, pushing them up to my chest. He digs even deeper into me as I whimper. He takes quick, shallow breaths.

You're so deep.

I say panting, the breath getting knocked out of me. I reach out to touch his muscular arms. He grunts and pounds harder into me. I throw my head back, whining. Trying to not wince in pain. He slows for a moment, pulling back, keeping my legs on his shoulders as he slides in and out. My breasts bounce up and down with each thrust.

You're hot.

A hint of emotion in his voice, he reaches down to knead my chest. My face gets hot. I tighten around him.

Fuck...

He makes a sound that almost resembles a moan. I smile up at him, almost proud of making him show any emotion. He looks down at me, a flicker in his eyes, a small smirk on his face that leaves as quickly as it came. He parts my legs and rubs at my clit in rough circles. I squirm under him.

Say my name.

He orders. His strokes picking up as I get used to him.

Simon~

As soon as his name leaves my lips, a deep rumble from his chest fills my ears. He leans over me, arms on either side of my head. I reach up to run my hands up and down the back of his neck.

Say you love me.

His request takes me aback. I pull him closer, my lips just under his ear.

I love you~

He immediately tenses up and takes a heavy breath. I could feel him twitch inside me as he finishes. He pulls away quickly, going to the bathroom to throw out the condom and clean up. He brings back a wet towel, wiping me down.

What's your name?

His tone as flat as ever.

Gia.

I responded. I know what he's actually asking me. Never, ever tell a trick your real name. Hell, he shouldn't even know your real age.

You know what I mean.

He glares at me. I shift awkwardly. Don't do it. He doesn't say a word, just stares in a way that makes me uncomfortable. Why should he know your real name anyways? I tell him my name. Stupid. Fucking dumbass. I kick myself. He nods and slides into some sweats, throwing me his shirt.

Let's watch something.

I throw on his shirt. Now this is what I'm used to. Being a temporary girlfriend. Pretending to be affectionate. Giving much needed companionship. He splays out on the couch as I lay on top of him. He turns on the TV, resting a hand on my ass and squeezing it. Maybe this is why he hires girls. Because of how distant he is. The man can't even hold a conversation. He flicks on some show he was in the middle of, a business dramedy that I couldn't care less about. I rest my head on his chest and he runs his fingers through my hair. We're like this for a while, quiet.

Tell me you love me.

He says dryly, looking down at me. I look up and kiss him.

I love you, Simon.

He gets hard immediately, rubbing himself on me. He gets up, lifting me up effortlessly, and throws me on the bed. He lays on top of me, pinning me down onto the bed. Kissing me much more passionately this time, like he was trying to taste every inch of my mouth.

Keep saying it.

His voice gruff. He moves his kisses down to my neck, pawing at my bust.

I love you, Simon.

I moan. I wanted him so badly. I don't care how I got him, I just wanted to take him. Something about him made me go crazy, deep inside. He yanks up the shirt I was wearing, moving his kisses more and more south.

You fuck other people raw?

I shake my head. I might've been a whore, but I wasn't reckless.

Never.

He nods.

Can I eat you out?

I look down at him. Something about seeing him between my legs makes me wanna say yes. The way his eyes looks almost as if he's pleading, desperate. No way. Never do that.

Yes.

I allow him to keep going. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I allowing this? Before I can think more, he plunges his tongue between my lips. Lapping up desperately, burying his face into me. I roll my eyes back, running my fingers through his hair.

I love you, Simon.

I gasp. It's the only thing he wanted me to say. I saw something in him, the way he reacted when I said that, it made me want to stay in his place forever. To never leave. Make him happy. It's just the good head talking, you'll snap back to your senses afterwards. He moans so quietly I can barely hear it. Barely. My legs on his shoulders, his arms wrapped around my thighs. Digging fingers into the soft flesh. He sucks on my nub repeatedly. It's a tortuously delicious feeling. I grip his hair a little.

I love you, Simon.

I look down at him, watching him devour me. He looks up at me, his eyes showing an emotion I can't decipher. He moves one hand down to slide two fingers into me.

I love you, Simon.

I moan, throwing my head back and smiling.

Hmm...

He mumbled into my heat. Pumping in and out before bending his fingers in a way that presses against my sweet spot. I hiss, pleasure flashing through me like a strobe light. I'm dripping wet. He pulls his fingers out and plunges his tongue into my entrance, trying to suck out every drop of my juices.

You taste good.

Voice as flat as ever, as if he isn't lost in between my folds. He drags his tongue up between my lips, from my entrance to my nub again. He slips his fingers in again, pressing up against my sweet spot repeatedly. I get lost in the feeling. God I could stay like this forever. He looks up at me, like he's looking for validation.

I love you, Simon~

I slip out between heavy breaths. He picks up the pace of his fingers and tongue. My face gets hot as I get closer, grip his hair a little harder. He goes even faster, harder, almost feverant. I roll my eyes back, panting. I whimper before crying out, tightening around his fingers in a vice grip.

I love you, Simon~

I force the words from my throat as I spasm under him. He continues, seemingly determined to draw another climax out of me. I mewled, trying to push his head away. He was unmoving for an unbearable moment. The only sounds were my pants and his slurping.

I love you, Simon.

I wailed, almost hoping it'll make him stop. He does thankfully. He pulls away, tearing off his sweats, beating off himself. Staring at me, his gaze is intense as ever. He grabs me by the thighs and drags me into his lap. He continues to stroke himself, staring into my wet core as if he was hypnotized by it.

Can I...

He starts, almost knowing he shouldn't ask the question.

Can I fuck you raw?

His voice is uncharacteristically soft and unsure. I blink at him, mind racing. ABORT! ABORT! THIS IS LIKE RULE #1 IN HOE-ING!!! He looked so delicious from this angle, his eyes still glued on my wetness. ARE YOU INSANE?? NO!! His throbbing, beautiful dick is twitching.

...yes.

I nod. You're the dumbest person on the planet. I insult myself a million different ways in my head. A brief moment of regret is replaced with pleasure as he slides his tip teasingly in and out of me. His jaw clenches, chest rising and falling faster. His voice cracks as a moan escapes him, his eyebrows furrow.

I love you, Simon.

I stare at him, eyes half lidded. The smallest smile spreads across his face, still looking at himself entering me. He inches his way in. Pulling in and out, going deeper each time. I squeeze him, make him bite his lip.

That's good.

He stated, voice quavering. He clears his throat before grabbing one leg and lifting it to my chest, digging deep into me. I take a sharp breath in. He hovers over me, arms on either side of my head again. He slides in and out, slowly at first then picking up to a punishing pace. I whimper and wiggle under him. He grabs my face, forcing me to look into his eyes that bore into mine.

I love you, Simon.

I stare right back at him, passion shooting right out of my eyes. His eyes flutter for a moment before blinking back into his cold, unnerving self. He continues to dig himself into me, slamming and grinding himself into the deepest parts of me. It's a painfully addicting feeling. I take his hand and press it up against my lower stomach so he can feel how much he fills me. He clenches his jaw so hard, it looks like his head could pop.

I love you, Simon.

I whisper. He drops down on top of me, snaking his arms around and behind my back to grab my ass. His mouth right next to my ear, I can hear his fast and shallow breaths. Little groans that slip out every now and then. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tighter.

I love you, Simon.

I hear him groan under me as I said it again. He goes faster than before, pretty much jackhammering me into the mattress. My mouth is agape and head thrown back. Only grunts escape my throat as I get fucked senseless.

Mhm...like that?

His words bounce around in my empty head. I replay it in my head over and over until I clench around him, he doesn't stop though. It only seems to spur him on even more. His warm breath tickling my ear as it gets more ragged.

Keep saying it.

He demands through gritted teeth.

Fuck... I love you, Simon.

I squeak out the words. He huffs and continues to rampage my body.

Can I come inside you?

He asks- No, begs. No use in turning back now. Just the thought made me close again.

Yes.

I nod and he breathes harder and harder until he pleads in a strained voice,

Say it.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me.

I love you, Simon~

He spills inside me. His stammered breaths and moans driving me crazy. The feeling of him pumping into me driving me over the edge. I pull him closer, practically squeezing him.

I love you, Simon.

I tenderly kiss the top of his head as he nuzzles into my neck.

How often do you do this?

My head clears, a wave of regret coming over me.

Never. I never even hired anyone before you.

He says in a way so sincere I honestly believe him. How do you know when a trick is lying? Their mouth is open. Rules. Rules to live by, to be able to survive doing what I do. Rules. They all meant nothing as soon as I laid eyes on him. Somehow saw this coming a mile away in the back of my head. He pulled away from my grasp, disappointment flooded me. He leaned back, opening my legs: watching both of our cum dripping out of me.

Say it.

His eyes so focused, as if he were trying to take a picture with his mind; so he would never forget this moment.

I love you, Simon.

I say with a tender smile. His dick jumps. Good lord is this man insatiable. He stands up and does the same routine as before, cleaning himself up and then me. He hands me his shirt:

Here.

I throw it on and he leads me to the bathroom, grabbing me by the shoulders and making me face the mirror. He gently pushes my back, I lean my elbows on the countertop. I stand on the balls of my feet, trying to get my hips to meet his. As I look in the mirror, his face looks almost tender watching me sway my hips.

I love you, Simon~

I sing softly. He bites his lip, entering me again. God, I never get used to the feeling. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto him, he bottoms me out. Groaning louder this time, he pulls my hair back so I'm looking directly at the mirror, locking eyes with him.

S'it, pretty girl...

A corner of his mouth upturned just enough to know he's enjoying himself. His words make me flutter around him. He groans and starts to pound into me. The bathroom is filled with the duet of our breaths and groans. He pulls my hair so my back is pressed against his chest. He rests a hand on my throat, squeezing just enough. Moves his lips to my neck, still sliding in and out of me.

You love me? Huh?

He grunts, warm breath on the pulse of my neck.

I love you. So much.

I moaned. I repeated the phrase so many times, it started coming out of my mouth naturally. He moved his hand from my hair to my lower stomach, pressing against it so he could feel himself hitting my walls.

You love this dick, yeah? Say it.

His voice getting more demanding and urgent. I nod and look at him through the mirror, smiling.

I love it, I love this dick so much, Simon~

He nips at my neck as he continues to fuck me. His nips turn into bites. Bites that definitely leave marks. I didn't care, that didn't matter right now.

You're never fucking leaving, you know that?

A threat that sounded like heaven to me. He could keep me chained to the bed and I wouldn't care, just as long as he kept fucking me like this. I giggled with excitement.

You like that, hm?

He smiles against my skin before continuing to lick and bite my neck.

I love it~

I truly did. It felt heavenly. Better than anyone I've ever had. Ever. Something felt so familiar about his touch. As if I belonged there.

I love you, Simon~

At this point I feel like I'm reciting a prayer, the words flowing out of me like a stream. I was melting in his arms.

Turn around, wanna see that pretty face.

I did so eagerly as he lifted me up on the counter and slid inside me. I smirked up at him. He, as always, was watching himself impale me.

Looks so pretty...

He seemingly mumbled to himself. He leaned down and pressed our foreheads together, a firm hand on the back of my head. Hitting a spot so deep inside me I never knew I had. We were like this for a long minute, sloppy sounds of our sex bouncing off the walls.

I love you, Simon.

I stared into his eyes. They seem to soften for a moment before he tightened the grip on the back of my neck. A huff, and then he came undone. He stayed inside me until he was soft. He pulls out and pushes his fingers into my cunt, stuffing his seed back into me.

Hm.

He grunts in a way that sounds like approval before helping me off the counter. He leads me to bed and slips under the covers.

In my arms.

Commanding as he usually does. I press my head against his chest, his heart beating hard and fast. He wraps an arm around me, his touch much gentler than before. I fall asleep. Not too sure if he does too.

Morning comes and I'm woken up by the sun shining in my face. Sitting up, I'm in his bed, still wearing his shirt. Alone. I walk out to the living room and see him setting up breakfast on the coffee table.

You made this?

I question, surprised.

Ordered it. Good morning.

He turns to me, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks at me expectantly. I blink at him.

Good morning.

I say. He looks at me as if he was anticipating something else. I think for a moment before suddenly remembering.

I love you, Simon.

He steps to the side, inviting me to sit on the couch. I help myself to a seat and look at the plate in front of me. It's simple, French toast and eggs. I help myself.

Are you gonna eat anything?

I look at him quizzically. He shakes his head, staring like always. We're silent as I finish my plate. I grab my phone and check the time. Almost time for me to leave.

Can I book you for longer?

His voice is gruff. An underlying tone, pleading?

It'll be expensive.

I didn't want to say that. Wanted to say I'll stay as long as he likes. But I already made too many mistakes. Gotta get back on track.

I don't care.

Of course he didn't. He could probably buy me out for the rest of my life if he wanted to. He pulled out his phone, asking for my personal number so he could send the money straight to my bank account. Hesitantly I gave it to him. He probably could find out that stuff if he wanted to anyways. My phone dings, I check my bank app. My eyes pop out of my head. I look up at him bewildered.

How long would that get me?

He asks, as if he didn't send me an ungodly amount of money.

It's enough for a whole week...

Shock still overwhelming me.

You wanna stay that long?

He doesn't really ask. He knows I'll say yes. Doesn't even wait for my answer.

I'll let you get your things.

He throws some of his clothes my way and sends me back in a car to the hotel. I grab my bags and checkout. Is this really happening? A call from my girlfriend. I tell her about his extension. She says something about making sure he's not a serial killer. We laugh, tells me to have fun, don't fall in love. I scoff as if that was the stupidest idea I've heard. As soon as I know it I'm back at his place, he's grabbing bags from me, setting them to the side. Turning to me and running a hand up the side of my waist.

I love you, Simon.

We spend the whole week tangled up in each other. Taking a break before I say those four words and he has me pinned against a wall or over a dresser or kitchen counter. Any flat surface, really.

It's Saturday night and we're showering, cleaning off sweat and other bodily fluids from each other. His touch is so gentle, handling me like I was a piece of china. He liked me. It was obvious. Seemed like the only way he knew how to show it was by fucking me, though. I liked him too. Maybe not to the extent he did.

Seemed like he found something he needed for a long time. He was hungry. Famished. He couldn't just let go of me. He's not satiated yet. Don't know if he'll ever be. It was a looming feeling. Dark and heavy. A little scary. But it made me feel more desired than I've ever been before. And not just a carnal desire. It made me feel coveted.

We're laid up on his couch. Watching the show I didn't care for before, a little more invested. My phone lights up, buzzing. The name of a regular of mine across the screen in big bold letters. This is usually the time of the month he calls to set up a date. A reminder that this is all temporary. I let it go to voicemail. He tenses up. Jealousy and disappointment radiating off him.

How much for the whole month?

He doesn't even let me think of an answer before speaking again.

How much to make you quit for good?

I'm a little shook, sure I've heard it a dozen times before. Always said in jest. But he's serious. The few words he said, he always seemed to mean. No need to waste his breath beating around the bush. My heart races. I can feel his pound against mine. A number doesn't come to my head.

Let's just see how this goes.

He doesn't like that answer. He wants something solid. A promise that I'll never leave. More than a promise. But that's as good as he can get right now. There's a tense silence between us.

I love you, Simon.

The only thing I can think of saying right now. He takes hold of me, climbing into the bed and sits me in his lap. His back against the headboard.

C'mon love.

He says frigid. An underlying tone of disappointment and hurt. I slide myself down on him, a little more adjusted to his size now. He wraps strong arms around my waist, pulling me so close it seems like he wants to coalesce into my very being.

Give me a number.

A demand that seems more like a plea. We hold each other. Unmoving as he is still buried deep inside me.

Maybe it is a little toxic to spiral into the addiction to fast money. Maybe I'm a little sick of pretending to be the perfect woman. Maybe it is a little exhausting to be a fantasy and nothing more. Maybe it is a little lonely when it's just me lying in bed, when I have to comfort others. Where's my comfort in all of this? Where's my happiness in all of this? No more fake smiles. No more fake orgasms. No more fake feelings. I don't care if he's lying. I want to indulge in delusion. Even for a moment.

Ok.

I give in. He leans over, placing me on my back before adjusting himself on top of me. Touches my face, his showing an emotion that is genuine and staggering. Devotion? It feels like it.

I could almost cry, the way he takes me like I'm his. The way he talks to me like I'm not someone he hired. That didn't matter anymore. I wasn't an escort to him. I was his girl. The sex was different. Transcendant. Divine. Did I know I wanted to be saved? Of course I didn't know; for the life of sin and suffering is simply a thing to toil in until you are shown salvation. Every time he came, he baptized me. I was born again in his eyes, I was perfect and clean. Absolved of my sins.

He looked at me with so much adoration. I looked up at him, much in the same way Magdalene did to her Redeemer. He had turned a prostitute into a Saint. The unshakeable feeling of deliverance washed over as he touched me, no longer a leper. I was saved by him. His body. His sweat. His seed. Akin to taking Communion. The closest to heaven we'll ever get.

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And They Were Roommates

Word Count: 1k

Includes: Fluff, fluff, some more fluff and a kiss? You confront Spencer about your relationship status after Penelope informs you of everyone's belief of you being more than roommates :)

(Prompt from this challenged by @imagining-in-the-margins)

You were at the coffee shop nearest to the apartment, desperately trying to find a pick me up. It was 6:30am...a new record for you. Seeing as your roommate and best-friend Spencer hadn't alerted you that you guys ran out of coffee at home, you were now standing in what you deem the longest line in the world you'd ever seen for coffee.

Then again it was one of the first times you'd been up this early to see people who actually got up early. It'd only been 10 minutes but you swore if you didn't get your daily caffeine boost soon you'd start to shut down.

The line was moving at snail pace so you decided to see what the problem was, only to catch a Penelope Garcia with 8 coffees in her arms, trying to balance her way out of the crowd.

Fortunately for her, Spencer had introduced you to the team a few months ago after they'd wanted to see where he lived and he was essentially peer-pressured in showing them by Derek. You'd been given a 5-minute notice at the late hour of 11pm and to this day are still making him pay on movie-nights where you got to choose the film.

You were torn between helping Penelope and staying in your spot in line, but seeing as you remembered how kind she had been and she was about to drop all that coffee, you took pity. Rushing over and calling her name,

"Penelope, you need some help there?"

"ah!-oh hi Y/n, sorry you scared me for a moment! And yes please."

You took one of the trays of coffee from her, holding her purse around your other arm. "Not that I mind helping, but why all the coffee?"

"Well" She was now wobbling over to a table that was just freed up by a couple, talking to you while placing her many belongings on it,

"Sometimes, I like to get up really early and get coffee for the team, cause you know the coffee at work sucks and I'm sure Spencer's already alerted you, but someone's been stealing the curate cups from the kitchen!"

You now placed the tray you had been carrying on the table as well,

"No...uh Spencer doesn't exactly talk about his job much, we usually just talk about other stuff"

She looked surprised at this, "Really? I thought he'd be more open about what he does with his girlfriend. But I guess thats just Spencer."

Now it was your turn to be surprised. "I-I'm sorry, did you say girlfriend?"

"Well, I mean yeah, you live together, he talks about you all the time, and when we went over you two just had so much chemistry we all just assumed-" she stopped talking as she saw the growing disbelief on your face, "I-I just- I'm sorry are you not dating?"

You were speechless. Absolutely speechless.

I mean sure you liked Spencer, he was one of your best-friends and you did live together and yea maybe you had feelings for him. But could other people see it too?

I mean, it made sense, now that you thought about it, you two were practically never seen apart, having roomate-movie-nights, going on consistent 'friend-dates', eating almost every meal together and getting each other gifts for holidays, even sometimes falling asleep in each others beds when you both got black-out drunk on occasion...

Were you dating?

Penelope had taken your silence as her cue to leave, gathering her things, but you had another idea, one that wouldn't leave you overthinking for the rest of the day.

"Wait- I- I'll help you! I mean you can't carry this all yourself!"

"Thank you" she smiled " but you're sure you don't have anywhere to be?"

"Not a place in the world." You would just call in sick today, you thought.

On the drive to the BAU as you talked to Penelope who you found was alluringly talkative, you also realized you might not even be able to get into the building. When you asked she waved her hand, shooing away your worries it seemed as she explained that as long as you weren't a spy you'd be fine for staying a couple minutes since she had clearence.

The topic of Spencer didn't come up again.

Once you got there and helped Penelope up to the office you caught sight of your roommate sitting at his desk. Excusing yourself, you began walking over, It was more decorated than you assumed, containing his adorable action figure favorites and small trinkets you'd given him over the years. And as you got closer you even found he had a picture of the two of you posing at a theme park you'd forced him to go to with you.

He saw you before you were closer, standing himself up as well.

"Y/n? What-What're you doing here?"

"Are we dating?"god you needed to get a filter, but you were really curious.

He sputtered at that, which admittedly made you smile, "I-uh-Who-did Garcia?-What?"

By pure instinct you grabbed his face so he had to look at you now, as he had a habit of looking down when nervous.

You asked him once more,

"Doctor Spencer Reid Are you dating me?"

You could feel him blush against your palms as he answered,

"Uhm...do you want me to be dating you?"

You don't know what had gotten into you that morning, but the next thing you did surprised both of you, pulling him closer as his hands circled your waist hesitantly and you kissed him.

It was soft at first, almost gentle in the way the both of you were nervous, but eventually he deepened it, grabbing one side of your face, the other circling your waist completely now as you arms came to rest around his shoulders.

When you both had to finally come up for air you breathed out your more than obvious response, "yes."

And while you both grinning like idiots at one another, Penelope was adamantly taking photos of the two of you for your wedding which she had already informed Spencer was to be on October 31 of next year.

You never even noticed you didn't get your coffee, knowing you were now with the Dr.Spencer Reid was enough of a pick-me-up to last you a lifetime.

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 98)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (74) / Alexia Putellas x Character (50)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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YFN POV

YFN felt sick. She looked over at Ridley who was having far too many conversations with Beckett and Duce without saying words. It was fascinating, and terrifying just how well they communicated.

They were both such intimidating people also, though they felt safe. Like protectors. Even of her and Lucy. She’d caught eyes with them a few times since they met, and they were always polite yet on edge. Sort of like Ridley. Something that years of horrors would do to a person.

“Any other information?” Ridley asked, and she knew it was for their sake more than the military personnel standing around the table.

“From the intelligence… he’s travelling. Departed Spain.” She looked up and to Alexia. “As he is the head of his father’s cartel now, he has a wide network of people. We’ll keep protection on your family and friends in Spain.”

Silence. Alexia looked as if she didn’t know what to say but at least that was a little peace of mind for her.

Ridley looked at her watch. “It’s 11pm. He’ll be here early hours this morning.”

“I’ve got it covered,” Duce said, hard, her eyes focussing back on the screen.

Ridley and Beckett shared another look, and he took out his phone to make a call.

“You should enjoy your party,” he murmured to the three he didn’t know so well.

Ridley took Alexia’s hand and entwined their fingers. Her eyes caught Alexia’s reflecting an adoration she’d never seen from her before. YFN couldn’t help feel so overwhelmed with happiness for her friend, and Alexia, who she had grown close to. It was clear that their time away together had been exactly what was needed for the both of them to explore each other.

She subconsciously pressed her body back into Lucy to feel her there. Lucy reacted like she always did and reciprocated, finding her hips and holding on.

Her hands were so soft yet strong. Warm. Comforting. She felt… safe.

Ridley looked at the pair over Alexia’s shoulder.

“Blue, Bronze – come.” She directed.

She immediately followed as she knew it was to give Duce and Beckett privacy to do what they needed to do. Ridley walked slow so YFN could keep up, slowly stepping to press weight onto her braced leg and rolling through it, Lucy’s hands steady on her hips as she did so.

Ridley led them towards the dance floor in the crowded room. As they started moving through the sea of people dancing, Alexia reached back to take YFN’s good hand; and Lucy was right behind her, hands now around her waist and elbows out to make sure no one would accidentally bump into her with her sling.

They reached the middle of the dance floor and Ridley stopped, turned to Alexia and surprised them all by putting her hands on her waist and pulling her so close their bodies were pressed up against each other. After the surprise passed, Alexia draped her hands around her neck, leant into her and pressed her cheek against Ridley’s, closing her eyes as they swayed.

Christ, they really were going all out. God, they were so perfect for each other.

Lucy got the idea and came around YFN, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close as possible with her arm in the way. Her head pressed against Lucy’s strong collarbone. She smelt like home.

“Everything will be okay, little one.” She murmured quietly, knowing she was worrying about the situation.

It seemed like a cut and dry operation. A false location. The best of the best in the country closing around Bashir to capture him. Lumos’s event would go untouched. Everyone would be safe.

She turned her head slightly to see the couple next to her. Ridley’s head was still on Alexia’s, and her eyes still closed as they swayed. She wondered if Alexia knew how important that little detail was for the Australian.

Ridley trusted her. Completely.

Alexia was looking over at them with furrowed eyebrows, the worry was clear in her eyes, and she knew why.

Ridley was worried. And that scared them both.

“Riddles…”

Ridley sighed softly and opened her eyes. “Mmn?”

“Talk to me…”

Ridley didn’t want to talk, and she knew that. But she’d also grown lately, and in particular, as of late with Alexia. “I just want to be around the people important to me at the moment…”

YFN’s heart softened similar to how Alexia’s face did. She turned her head and pressed her lips to her cheek, holding them there for a time. “I love you,” she whispered, nuzzling her cheek lightly.

Ridley gripped her tighter, her arms wrapping around the footballer as if trying to protect her with her own body. Exactly how Lucy did with her.

It felt like… Ridley knew something they didn’t.

The couple’s swayed together a little longer until YFN’s leg was getting tired and she needed to stop.

“What is it, little one?” Lucy asked, always knowing when she was uncomfortable. She pulled back and looked down. “Is it your leg?”

“It’s getting sore.” She admitted. She looked around at the drunk football players and friends of who were dancing around them and didn’t like her chance of escaping the area.

“Come here.” Lucy cooed. She pulled YFN’s good arm around her neck and bent down to grab the back of her thighs, hoisting her up onto her.

“Luce.. your knee.”

Lucy only responded with a reassuring kiss to her jaw as she carried her from the dance floor. She exchanged glances over Lucy’s shoulder with Ridley and Alexia and when they started to follow, YFN gestured to stay where they were. To stay in their happy place. She gave Ridley a wink which was responded to with small smile full of conflicting emotion.

Oh, Riddles.

“Everything okay?” Jordan asked, coming over worried when she saw Lucy carrying her.

“I’m just getting a little sore.” She admitted, a bit embarrassed as her footballer placed her gently on a high stool at their table and started to knead the tense areas of her thigh. She immediately changed the subject. “How’s your night, Dory?”

“Leah’s had a bit..”

YFN followed her gaze across the room to the England Captain with a cowboy hat on, singing loudly next to Beth into a microphone.

They chuckled at the image.

“You’re really happy, hm?”

She already knew the answer. Jordan went slightly redder than usual, the alcohol being a small reason for that.

“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more. Which reminds me..” she stepped forward and took her hand gently.

YFN let Jordan catch her eye. “I wanted to talk to you both.”

“What’s up, Jords?” Lucy asked.

“Well… Lucy you’ve been a big part of my life since we were kids.. and YFN, you and I have grown this amazing, life-long friendship.. and I’d both really like you to be in my wedding party.” She seemed a little nervous and cleared her throat. “A…and I don’t mean want to upset anyone.. because YFN is one of the newer friends in my life, but we’re just so close and get along so well, and both Leah and I know that we’re only together because of you and what you’ve done, but I love you both so much and…”

Lucy chuckled, catching on. “Spit it out Jords. Just ask her.”

YFN looked from Jordan to Lucy and back, confused for once.

Jordan sighed and squeezed her hand. “YFN.. will you be my maid of honour?”

“Oh… Jesus Dory. I didn’t expect that.” Was her initial response. Followed by silence. And then, she cried.

She turned towards Lucy to hide herself and stopped herself, turning to Jordan instead and leaning into her. Jordan wrapped her arms around her friend tenderly.

“Is that a yes?” Jordan sniffled, YFN able to feel her chest stutter also.

She nodded into her and felt Lucy squeeze her thigh.

Jordan leaned back and the two smiled at each other.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say you asked her then?” Leah slurred, her arms going around Jordan’s waist.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Mmn.”

“I take it Keira is yours?” Lucy asked.

Leah nodded. “Asked her yesterday.”

“Is everything okay?” Ridley asked, scanning their faces.

YFN realised she was worried because they were crying. “It’s all good, Riddles.”

Ridley nodded, and then disappeared. Alexia extended her phone towards YFN who gave her a confused look. “It’s Ona… she wants to talk to you.”

“Oh!” YFN took the phone. “Ona! How are you?”

“Hola, YFN.” YFN could hear the smile in her voice. The thing with Ona was that even her voice was attractive.

Because the room was so loud, YFN had to press her free hand over her ear. “Hola, Ona. Everything okay..?”

Alexia and Lucy were looking at her quizzically as it was so unusual for Ona of all people to want to speak to YFN.

“Yes. I took your advice and uh… I think I met someone, but I don’t know what to do.”

ALEXIA POV

Alexia was curious of why Blau of all people was the one Ona wanted to speak to. She cocked her head as she watched Blau talk on the phone. At that time, she noticed that she was empty and cold, almost. She’d been so used to Ridley around her that she noticed her lack of presence immediately.

She looked straight to where she knew she would be, with her team. They were having what seemed to be an intense discussion.

Ridley looked up, spotted her, and looked back down. Alexia knew she was checking to make sure she was safe. She did it often, even before they were together, but even more so now.

“Ale?” Blau said, breaking her from her daze.

She turned to see her extended arm with Alexia’s phone.

“Thank you. Everything okay?”

“With Ona? Everything is more than okay.” She replied with her cute, dimpled smile.

Alexia smiled in return and decided not to push. She was too focused on Ridley who was now making her way back over to the group.

“Home time, I think.”

“Already?!” Leah whined.

“You two stay and have fun!” Blau eased. “Thank you for the invite..”

“You want to go, little one?” Lucy asked.

“I think it’s for the best, Luce. My body is getting tired.”

“Okay, my girl. You two want a lift home?”

The car ride was mostly silent. Blau and Lucy were in the front holding hands and murmuring to each other while Ridley and Alexia were sat in the back in silence. It wasn’t tense, she was just deep in thought and staring out the window. Behind them, Duke and Beckett were following closely.

Alexia let her have a little time to herself, but halfway home, she unclipped her belt and moved across to sit closer to the Australian. Ridley broke from her stupor and turned to her.

Alexia didn’t say anything. She simply raised her arm and let Ridley come to her. She always felt better with her close.

To her surprise, Ridley put her arms around her waist, pulling her close and finding Alexia’s neck with her mouth.

She sucked the skin there into her mouth, her tongue gliding over it before sucking.

Alexia felt it in her clit. She shivered and tried to turn her head so Lucy couldn’t see too much in the rearview mirror.

Ridley marked her neck and Alexia’s first thought should have been how to cover it for the event the next day, but instead all she could think about was getting home and fucking the distraction out of Ridley.

She felt fingertips slide down and under the hem of her shirt, gliding along her skin.

Ridley’s mouth kept exploring her neck with hot, tickly breath and lot of gentle teasing. Her fingers moved down, stroking the skin under the waist of her pants, teasingly and Alexia felt her legs automatically part. She could feel Ridley’s smile against her neck. Her mouth moved up to her ear and Alexia shivered at the feel of her breathing there.

“Tonight, you’re mine.” She murmured huskily in Spanish with just a tinge of Australian accent.

All she could think was that she was always hers.

“Are you two fucking in my car?”

Alexia’s back hit the door of Ridley’s bedroom as soon as it closed. Ridley’s hand came up to grasp her jaw as her tongue slid in her mouth. Alexia moaned out of reaction and pushed back against her, sliding the jacket down her arms and pinning them there. Ridley managed to rip one hand out and grab her throat, squeezing as she pressed her harder against the door.

Alexia dropped her grip on the jacket and instead ripped open her shirt, buttons flying as she wrenched it off of the Australian. Just when her arms were about to be immobilised again, she growled and ripped it off herself, throwing it across the room. Her hands found Alexia’s tits through her shirt and squeezed just rough enough that Alexia had to pull her mouth away just to gasp. In that short break, her shirt was up over her head and gone. Ridley was sliding down her body, hands and mouth trailing, marking, exploring aggressively. She slipped her shoes off and with one hand, she unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down over her hips. That was the most patient part of her, when she held Alexia’s calves one by one to stop out of her jeans before tossing them away.

She’d assumed her underwear was next, but no. Ridley’s hands gripped the back of Alexia’s thighs where they met her ass, her mouth coming down on her clit over her underwear. They were already stuck to her with the excitement she’d built up in the car, but this was something else. Somehow, Ridley’s tongue was just as effective through the fabric, first sliding left and right to work her way between her folds until the flat of her tongue was directly over her clit.

Her tongue teased, making Alexia’s legs tremble and feel unsure. While she tasted her, her hands slid up over her ass, under her underwear and squeezed as if it was hers. Because it was. Ridley was obsessed with her hips and ass, and Alexia knew it.

The Spaniard swore in Catalan, and just before she lost all of her dominance, she reached down to grab Ridley around the throat and squeeze, dragging her back up to her mouth. She tasted herself in her mouth, her hands fisting that dark, shaggy bob of hers which was getting too long, and turning her head to better taste her.

Ridley’s knee replaced her mouth, pressing onto her cunt expectingly. She couldn’t help but give her what she wanted, rocking hard against it and shivering at the feel of that pressure on her clit. She could feel herself ruining Ridley’s pants but knew they both didn't give a fuck. Regardless, she reached down and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them open. Before she could drag them down, Ridley caught her hands.

“Patience, la Reina.”

Alexia grumbled, shoving her. Ridley stumbled backwards and the footballer followed, shoving her again. She caught up to her at the bed, managing to catch her off guard again before she’d caught herself. Alexia picked her up, throwing her onto the bedside table and knocking off the lamp which shattered on the floor. Her mouth landed on hers again, hands on her face, desperate to touch and taste her. Ridley groaned into her gripping wall with one hand and her blonde hair with the other. Alexia’s hands moved down to Ridley’s tits squeezing and kneading before getting so frustrated at the sports bra that it was up and over her head, thrown somewhere across the room.

Her tongue glided down over her jaw, neck, chest, stopping only to suck her nipple to a peak before moving onto her abs. She grabbed the waist of Ridley’s pants and ripped them off, shoes with it. She came back up, her eyes falling onto her underwear slickly attached to her cunt but Ridley was having none of it.

She found her way to her feet, taking Alexia by the face and kissing her. It was amazing. Personal. And then she was falling backwards onto the bed. She sat up on her elbows just in time to watch Ridley not just take her underwear off, but snap each band at the hips, ripping it from her. She took it and tied it around her own wrist as a prize. Alexia’s mouth dropped open and she felt her eyes darken. She knew she was just about to be fucked. Hard. All goddamn night.

Ridley caught her eye. “Stay.”

She turned and walked away as Alexia lay there panting, watching after her and admiring her physique, scars, and those muscular shoulders of hers.

She returned quickly, and Alexia was focusing so hard on her face, that she didn’t see what she was carrying. Toys landed on the bed next to her. A harness with a dildo, a magic wand, vibrator, hand cuffs, lube, and a bar with cuffs on the ends.

Oh shit, she was in for it.

Her eyes widened and she looked back to Ridley who was watching her reaction, and perfectly in her comfort zone. Holding that eye contact, she removed her rings one by one, and placed them on the night stand.

Alexia swallowed.

Ridley adjusted Alexia on the bed exactly where she wanted her and, holding her eyes the entire time, she knelt down, taking each of her knees and placing them over her shoulders as her mouth again, found her cunt. This time it was hungry and unimpeded. She sunk down and slid her tongue around the entrance to her hole first, darting just the tip in and out a few times before moving back up and taking hold of her clit. She didn’t even work up to it. She teased, hard, as if she knew just how turned on she was.

Alexia didn’t want to come so quickly, because she felt it showed weakness, but she did within a few minutes. She cried out and what’s worse is that Ridley didn’t stop. She continued through it, dragging that shuddering orgasm from her body.

Ridley worked her mouth up over her body, taking her time to mark and suck her nipples into peaks before her mouth landed on hers needily.

One of her hands disappeared and reappeared with the magic wand. Ridley spit on the head and extended it towards Alexia. She took it in her mouth without question, sucking and tonguing the rounded head to lube it up as much as possible. Her body was still shuddering from her orgasm and worsened when it touched her body. Ridley watched her expression as she placed the side of the head on her nipples, circling and taking her time. She worked it down her body, over her sensitive lats and then pressed the body of it against her inner thigh, working right up to her pussy.

She stroked it over her lips first, up and down gathering that excited, slickness of her. Working left and right, she eased it between her folds, pressing it against her hole and holding it there, feeling Alexia’s body react by shuddering and keening. She worked it up towards her swollen bundle on nerves but didn’t touch it. She vibrated every single piece around it, enjoying the frustration building in her girlfriend.

“Please, Ridley… please.”

The Australian hummed happily, and gave her what she wanted, smiling when her body jerked at the feel of the vibrations on her clit.

Ridley lips traced her face: her temple, cheek, jaw, ear, neck, all while she worked the wand on her clit.

Alexia wanted to say she lasted longer than last time, but she didn’t. In fact, she came quicker than the time before, gripping onto Ridley’s hand to hold the pressure of the wand against her clit, vibrating her through a violent orgasm as she cried out and her body shuddered uncontrollably.

Just as she was getting sensitive, the wand disappeared. She gathered her breath, spent and sweaty. Angry almost, her hand dipped into Ridley’s underwear and found her there. Ridley tried to stop her, but to no avail. She was determined. She spread Ridley’s legs with her own, holding them apart as she rubbed her clit, dragging out of her exactly what she’d just done to her.

She was fighting at first, until she wasn’t. Until she was rocking against her hand, swearing into her mouth as she came close.

“Not yet. No. You can come around my fucking fingers.” Alexia snapped, two fingers moving down and sliding into Ridley, stretching her while her palm finished the job. In retaliation, Ridley came crying into her ear, gasping and shuddering. Fuck. Ridley’s orgasm was something else.

Even more frustrated now and trying to take her power back, she grabbed Ridley, their mouths crashing together hot, heavy, and salty as she flipped her onto her back.

She needed more.

They moved desperately and shakily. She grabbed at the harness and worked it up onto Ridley while the Australian took the dildo and lubed it up. Alexia tightened the strap harshly and as soon as she slipped it in, Alexia was sinking down onto it, groaning at the feeling.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

She fucked herself on her girlfriend like she was being paid.

For the first time in her life, she didn't give a fuck about her knee. She didn’t care if she hurt it more, or even if she never played football again. All she cared about was the woman below her, and the feel of that strap sliding in and out of her.

Well it was sliding, until Ridley took hold of her hips and started thrusting up. Then it was fucking up into her. She didn't know if it was more of her riding, or more of her taking what she was given. Regardless, it made her eyes roll to the back of her head as she cried out through it, not even sure what words were coming from her mouth.

Ridley. Fuck. Ridley. Fuck me. I love you. Fuck me. Ridley. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m yours. Fuck.

Once again, her power was being overtaken by Ridley controlling the situation. She wasn’t mad, but it was frustrating, and so she needed to get some of that out. She grabbed her by the throat as she rode, squeezing the sides and limited the blood flow to her brain. Ridley’s eyelids fluttered and she groaned, her head and eyes rolling back as she became lightheaded. Alexia made her horniness known.

“Fuck yes.” She said through her teeth. “Take it, Lee. Fucking take it until I come.”

She reached down and tightened the harness of the strap as she rode, which put more pressure onto Ridley’s clit. Alexia adjusted the way she rode, leaning backwards more and watching Ridley’s body reacting, knowing she was hitting that good spot.

She was dripping down the strap, covering her girlfriends hips, but it didn’t phase her. Ridley was losing it and she knew that. Her orgasm was glorious. Ridley came first, having been so pent up and gripped hard onto Alexia’s hips as she shuddered. As she came down, Alexia released her grip on her throat and watched the colour come back into her face as a result. The Spaniard chased her orgasm, finding her own creeping up shortly after Ridley’s.

Ridley, however, had other plans. She flipped Alexia when she wasn’t prepared and pulled out, grabbing the pole Alexia had never seen before.

Panting and frustrated over being denied her orgasm, she sat up on her elbows to protest as Ridley grabbed each ankle and cuffed it to the pole.

“What is this?” She argued, wrenching her legs against it. The pole split apart, widening her legs and keeping them there.

She’d fucked up. Ridley grinned and Alexia’s eyes widened. “Shit!”

Ridley grabbed the pole in the middle and flipped it, in turn flipping the footballer with it. Shit. She tried to wriggle away and Ridley caught her hips, lifting them and placing several pillows under her to prop her ass up.

Shit.

She was so exposed.

Ridley’s knelt behind her and bent down, her tongue swiping through her folds. She shivered. Alexia heard her spit into her cunt, and then cried out as two of her fingers pushed into her. She grabbed the closest pillow and dragged it down to have something to grab and bite onto as she took it.

“Aaaargh fuck. Lee.”

Ridley’s free hand slid up her spine to the back of her neck, and then into her hair. She collected her hair into a ponytail, twisting it around her hand and pulling her head back towards her as she pumped her fingers back into her again.

She’d never been in such a vulnerable position, but she felt comfortable. So comfortable that she was unconsciously pushing her ass back in offering. Ridley would never hurt her. She just wanted to give her all of the pleasure in the world.

Her fingers came around in front of her and Alexia sucked just as she'd wanted, her head movements controlled by Ridley’s hand on her ponytail. She moaned onto her fingers.

Then Ridley pushed her legs again further, the pole extending and locking. Her bodyweight pressed down onto her as she buried the cock back into Alexia, pulling her head back at the same time.

They managed to sleep maybe four hours in total. After the roughness, the desperation, the chaotic love expressed as aggressive fucking, they’d showered, cuddled, kissed each other to sleep. Alexia had been worried she’d wake alone, but she didn’t. Ridley was there, fully clothed and holding her, with a warm Chiquito purring against her back.

“Good morning, Lex. Welcome to your day.” She murmured, kissing her forehead.

Alexia groaned, hating mornings. She took a deep breath and pressed her body further into her girlfriend.

It was then that she noticed the clothes. She woke quickly, pulling back.

“Planning with Duke and Becks.”

She looked around sleepily for a clock.

“It’s 9am, love.”

Alexia yawned and laid her head back down onto Ridley, enjoying her warmth and softness.

The Australian held her for a while and let Alexia drift in an out of sleep. Eventually she spoke.

“Blue and Lucy will be here soon, Lex.”

“Mmn?”

“Mmn.” She chuckled in response. “In about ten minutes. Brunch is ready soon. I need you to eat before you go. So I need you to get up, please.”

Alexia sighed and nodded. “I need a shower.”

“I’ll be downstairs.” Ridley went to move and was stopped by Alexia’s tight grip on her shirt. She turned back and was captured by those worried, hazel eyes of hers. As if Alexia had just realised what today was. “I’ll stay with you.”

Ridley stayed while Alexia showered. She was there with her towel when she’d finished, and she’d laid out both her wardrobe for the day and her clothes for their brunch.

Lucy and Blau were there when they came downstairs. They all greeted each other sombrely. Blau did try to cheer the mood, though she only managed to a little. Alexia tried to ignore the startling image of Duke and Beckett along with other military members ready for what seemed to be a battle. The weapons both concealed and otherwise were enough to start a war. Even Chiquito seemed to watch from afar, picking up on the dark mood.

Ridley caught her chin when she noticed, turning it away from them and to her. “Stay here, with me.” She said before kissing her gently.

After brunch, their stylists arrived along with hair and makeup. It was more of a laid-back event, but then again, everyone always expected fashion from Alexia. Ridley stayed close as she got ready, always within eyesight, though getting a little more fidgety and tense. Her eyes kept flickering over to her team.

Just as Alexia was having the finishing touches of her outfit checked, she came over. “I need to go now, Lex.”

Alexia’s blood ran cold. Her hand paused where it was patting Chiquito and she felt her face drop.

“You’re leaving?” Blau asked from next to her.

Ridley nodded.

“Don’t leave without saying bye, Riddles.”

Ridley chuckled and went over to say goodbye to their friends, hugging Blau for what seemed like a long time. She came back over to Alexia and bent down to say her goodbyes to Chiquito first before standing in front of her.

“It’ll be over soon, Lex. Derek’s team will keep you on time. Remember, you’re leaving 30 minutes after us, and in the opposite direction. Same cars, tinted windows. They’ll follow us, not you.”

But Alexia wasn’t worried about that. She felt helpless.

Ridley stepped forward and cupped her face between her hands. “I’ll come to you when it’s done. We do this for a living.”

“I know,” she murmured.

Ridley watched her eyes and the emotions flicker through them. Her thumbs stroked Alexia’s cheeks softly. Only when Alexia felt her body calming a little, did Ridley step forward slowly into her face, their bodies pressed together lightly, and kissed her the complete opposite to how she did the night before. Loving. Gentle. Tender.

And against her lips she whispered. “I love you, Alexia.”

Alexia fidgeted every single second that Ridley was gone. The 30 minutes felt like 3 hours. Eventually, the other team told them it was time.

“It’ll be okay,” Blau comforted. “They’ve done this a thousand times. She’ll be okay.”

But what if she was caught unawares, or in the crossfire?

She kissed Chiquito goodbye and they drove in the opposite direction to the others. The event was in a place where they hosted gala dinners. It was more of a casual event, though, with high tables and a cocktail set up. They were the first to arrive, of course, as Blau had to arrive early and make sure all was set up correctly.

As they walked into the building, Alexia checked her phone. Nothing.

They were introduced to the building’s security team who looked like amateurs compared to the SAS, because they were. They were to stay close to the group, while the SAS team patrolled the building.

Leah and Jordan arrived next with Caitlin and Katie, along with a few Lumos crew. Blau walked them through the event and how it would be run when suddenly, there was a loud banging sound. She jumped. Everybody froze, because everybody in the room knew about the operation.

She caught Blau’s eye and they were startled.

The lights cut out and there was silence for a few seconds, until the gunshots sounded in the darkness.

“GET DOWN!” Lucy shouted. They all dropped and Alexia felt someone pushing her backwards into other people.

When the emergency lighting came on, the gunfire stopped. She realised that it was the security guards ushering them back into against the wall so they could protect them, but there were only five of them.

Two went to check on what happened, and didn’t come back. More shots rang out. She scrambled for her phone and saw multiple missed calls from Ridley. She started calling her again, and Alexia answered. Before she could talk, a group of men burst into the room with rifles. She quickly turned down the volume, clicked facetime and sat it on the ground next to her on loudspeaker.

One security guard stepped forward with his hands up and was shot in the head. Blood sprayed onto Alexia’s face and she jumped, eyes wide and terrified. She dared not to speak to the phone. One of the Lumos workers screamed and covered her ears, squeezing her eyes shut.

Lucy put her body in front of Blau and pressed her against the wall. Blau reached out to take Alexia’s hand and she grabbed it, squeezing tightly.

The men approached and screamed in broken English to the two remaining security guards. They did as they were told and placed their weapons down, sliding them over and lying face down on the ground.

Once on the ground, one of the men looked straight to Alexia and pointed, his eyes lighting up. Then he found Blau and pointed to her, and back to Alexia, speaking in another language to the team.

They were dark skinned and there was no remorse in their eyes. They enjoyed this. She wondered which one was Bashir. The taller man approached Alexia, hand extended to grab her when more shots rang out. Multiple. Screaming.

The lights flickered, and then went off again.

She saw the silhouettes of the men backing off and spinning around, trying to work out what was happening.

And then a bullet sounded so loud that she knew it came from inside the room. What’s worse, is the sound of it piercing through a skull. Then the thud of a body.

Another bullet, and the sound of another body hitting the ground.

As they were all pressed up against each other, Alexia could feel the trembling of the people around them. The Lumos workers hiding behind her. Caitlin and Katie to her left. Lucy and Blau to her right. And Leah with Jordan next to them.

The lights came back on and a figure appeared. The men with guns spun to shoot but they were too slow. The first fell to his knees and Alexia watched wide-eyed as a knife went in and out of his neck almost quicker than she could see. The next two lunged and the figure dropped, slicing at their ankles with one swift movement, leaping up and shooting them both in the head without a second glance.

The taller man and one other were directly in the way of her being able to see this figure as they approached. The shorter man shot and missed. The figure approached closer, moving like an animal, so confident and swiftly. The man swung his fist with a scream and the figure ducked, slicing across his body and in the same move, coming back across to slice across his throat in a quick, methodical move.

The sound of ripping flesh was outdone only by the smell of blood.

The taller man dropped his gun and fell to the floor, his arms up in surrender. Over him, Alexia locked eyes with Ridley. Her eyes were wild, though calmed when seeing her. She was safe. She looked her up and down thoroughly, before assessing the group.

Alexia felt her body start to move towards her, and Ridley's eyes stopped her. “Stay.”

She kicked the guns back towards the security guards. “There are more coming, I need to go. Tie him up and strip him of weapons. Protect this fucking group like your life depends on it. Shoot anyone who isn’t me.”

A creak sounded from above them and Ridley looked up. The panels in the roof started moving and she tracked where they were. When she was sure, she shot up and heard a groan. Blood seeped through the hole in the roof. She waited for movement, and then she was gone again.

The security tied the man awkwardly and took his gun. More shots rang out in the halls. She couldn’t stand what was happening. She went to move and Lucy caught her. She was watching her hard, and shook her head. “Don’t.”

She was still of two minds when Blau whispered. “Please don’t. She’ll never forgive us if we let you leave.”

“We have to run..” Katie stressed.

Blau shook her head. “No, the safest place is here. Riddles would have gotten us out if she could.”

The group stared at the bodies laid in front of them. They flinched with each gunshot or scream they heard.

Minutes felt like hours.

The door smashed open again and they all tensed. Ridley entered at a jog, coming back around to the front of the group.

“Tell us what the fuck is happening!” Katie almost screamed.

“There’s more. They’re coming. But my team are almost here too.”

“W… what happened?” Lucy asked, even her voice trembling.

“Snitch. One of ours.”

Alexia caught Ridley’s eye.

“Not my team,” she clarified, and then her face dropped. “He came for you… to get to me… I’m so sorry.”

Gunshots. Her head snapped up, and her gun raised as she eyed the door.

Watching her like this was eye-opening. She was so methodical. A difference person, almost. And the way she moved… was terrifying. Everything she did was with purpose and clear that she'd done it many, many times before.

But it was nothing she hadn’t expected.

It was the part of Ridley she’d never seen.

“Riddles?” Came Blau’s quiet voice.

Ridley’s face twitched. “I’m sorry, Blue.” She turned her head and her face dropped with her gun when she saw her. “I’m so sor-”

A gunshot sounded out. Everything felt like it was in slow motion.

Ridley’s head snapped back and she collapsed in a sickening thud.

The security guards jumped onto the man they’d failed to tie up properly as they wrenched the gun from his hand.

Blood pooled around Ridley’s head where she lay, unmoving.

And then, Alexia screamed.

[elsweetheart]

what friends are for.

🎀 i hate this. words can’t describe how much i hate this. my worst work. it sounds rushed and corny and like a 14 year old on wattpad wrote it. but if i don’t post it it’s a waste of my time and efforts, so enjoy.

abby was your best friend.

you honestly didn’t really have anyone else. you went on patrols with her, you hung out with her 24/7, you had cried to her, laughed with her, everything. to be totally transparent, the lines had gotten a little blurred. flirting as a joke was one thing, but sometimes you weren’t quite sure if it was a joke. abby was overprotective, and when she’d touch you, it was hard to ignore the jolt of electricity that transmit through your veins. okay, if she wanted to fuck you and make you hers you’d totally let her. it was the end of the world, right? everyone just wanted companionship. however, you weren’t even too sure if she was into girls like that. you knew she had a thing with owen a long time ago— but she doesn’t really talk about it much, and she doesn’t seem to have had the best experience with him. the way she talked to you and treated you had lead you to believe that maybe she likes pussy. you guys didn’t talk about that kind of thing, all you knew is she’d been with a few people (because she often teased you for only having been with one person, much to your annoyance.)

you needed a distraction. it wasn’t too late, 11PM — and rain was hammering down on your window. you thought you might get an early nights sleep, but that idea was pretty much shot as soon as you started daydreaming. wouldn’t it be nice, to be able to curl up in someone’s warm strong arms on nights like this? to have them touch you all over, stick their hands up your top and feel your nipples get hard beneath their palms. to kiss your neck leaving a cold wet trail in their path. to slip their hand down your panties and rub your clit slowly, no rush, no race for you to cum, just touching sheerly for the purpose of pleasuring you. a hot wet mouth on your cunt, lapping you up, making you arch off the bed, that sounded good to you. infact, you hadn’t even realised your blanket was stuffed between your legs and you were grinding your damp pussy into it until you shook yourself out of it.

this is pathetic, right? you thought to yourself, sitting up. a distraction was what you were after, and you knew abby would be awake. sliding on a pair of thin sleep shorts, ignoring the wetness between your legs, you hurried out into the cold halls until you found yourself at abby’s door, knocking quietly.

“come in.” her commanding voice lead you to turn her door handle immediately. she was squat on the floor next to her gym bag, zipping it up wearing her muscle-tee and black cargos. her eyes softened when she saw you there, illuminated by the light outside like a halo around you. “hey.” she greet with a small smile, turning her attention back to the stiff zip on her bag.

“oh…where’you going?” you couldn’t help but sound a little whiney, hoping you could stay with her and talk until you got sleepy. she stood up slowly, wiping her hands on her thighs, eyes flickering over your form.

“i couldn’t sleep so i was gonna go work out. what’s wrong?” she walked towards you, brow creased in concern.

“oh. i couldn’t sleep and… i wanted to come and see you.” you shrugged. her concerned expression didn’t relent and she stepped even closer, placing her hand briefly on your cheek and then your forehead.

“why do you seem all flushed? you’re not sick, right?” she hummed. you pressed your thighs together, hating the way that even the touch of your incredibly attractive best friend was sending waves of arousal through you. you let out a shaky sigh and gently pulled her hand from your grasp.

“more like frustrated.” you mumbled, walking over to sit on her bed. you wasn’t even sure why you had said it out loud, you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to— but you couldn’t take it back now. you tensed up, trying to think of a way to change the subject as she watched you, you didn’t want her to ask you what you meant. she closed the door, the room now only lit from the bright moonlight shining through her window— it was a wonder how she got any sleep at all, the moon creating similar amounts of light to a street lamp.

“frustrated how?” she came and perched on the bed beside you, braid tossed over her shoulder when she turned to look at you, eyes glancing to your thin shorts as you played with the hem nervously.

“i—ugh, i don’t really know why i said that.”

“why do you feel frustrated?” she rephrased her question, nudging her strong arm against yours slightly and ignoring your denial of your statement. you bit your lip, thinking for a moment before bringing your hands to your face, giggling into them.

“i think i… do you ever feel like… i just need to get laid, abby. so bad.” you laughed, avoiding eye contact as you downplayed it. you were two best friends talking right? no need to make it weird.

abby was nodding slowly as if she understood and you turned to look at her to see if she was laughing too. she wasn’t. her eyes raised from your thighs to look into your own eyes, serious in nature like she always was.

“and that’s why you’re here right?” she asked casually, like it was nothing. your smile dropped as you stared back at her wide eyed. did she really just suggest that?

“oh! i um, i don’t know i just came here because—well because i couldn’t sleep and i wanted to get my mind off things and—and—" you rambled, stopping to swallow thickly, feeling like you couldn’t breathe from the way she was staring at you. she exuded confidence, and something in her eyes was a little darker today making the burning between your thighs intensify.

“so you don’t want my help?” she asked, eyebrows raised a little as if unimpressed with your whole demure act. you said nothing, eyes drifting down to her mouth as you pictured all the things she could probably do with it. your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip, eyes wide and needy as you nodded. why lie? you wanted her.

“poor thing, go lay back on the bed.” she nodded towards her headboard and you blinked at her.

“i thought you were— i thought you were going to go work out.” you gaped. she scoffed with a chuckle as she stood up to adjust her cargos around her waist.

“fuck that, much rather be here. you know how long i’ve been waiting for this?”

you were in shock. how was she so casual about this? had you totally misunderstood your entire friendship? how long was she going to let this go on? how long was she going to pine after you knowing you needed her?

“you’ve wanted to… touch me?” you clarified. you were aware that you sounded pathetic and shy but it was impossible not to feel that way beside her.

“yeah, just wasn’t sure if you were down. you are down, right? don’t wanna make you do anything.” she froze in her tracks, looking you over.

your gaze centred in on your fingers where they nervously played with one another.

“think about you fucking me all the time.” you tremble. she smirks, bending down to eye level with you.

“lay back on the bed then, pretty girl. like i told you.” there was an edge to her voice, one that said ‘don’t let me catch you not listening to me again.’

you scurried back, piling her pillows on top of eachother so you were elevated and laying against it, knees pressed together. she came and sat before you, placing her hands on her knees and spreading them gently. you shivered, unable to believe how willing your best friend was in this. she stared between your legs, and you realised she was looking at the wet patch from your slick, soaked through the pyjama shorts.

she said nothing, just reached her fingers into your waistband and began tugging them off. you shyly went to close your legs again, but her hands grasping the back of your thighs held them apart, licking her lips.

“pretty, just like i thought you’d be.” she comments, watching the way you clench around nothing. “and you’re fucking soaked too. were you touching yourself before you came to see me?” she exasperated, thumbs sliding either side of your pussy, spreading your lips open as she admired you. you whimpered at the gesture, your legs relaxing and you spread them a little wider before clearing your throat— trying to bat away the fogginess slipping into your mind to converse with her.

“mmph— not— not quite.” you admit and she glances up at you, sliding her thumb oh so casually through your wetness collecting the slick.

“no? what were you doing?” she asks, pushing her thumb through your folds once more — just avoiding your clit each time making it throb, desperate for her touch.

“had—uhm— had my blanket between my legs, was rubbing against it.” you flush all over and she feels it, the heat almost radiating off you. she pouts almost in sympathy, not even bothering to make eye contact with you as she strokes your folds gently.

“cute.” she comments, playing with you just gently enough to tease you and not give you what you need.

“does that make me totally weird?” you sigh out, not sure how much longer you’re going to be able to keep up conversation when she’s toying with you like this as you arch your back off the bed— hinting to her that you wanted more.

“not at all. just need your pussy fucked, no shame in it beautiful.” she comments, low in her throat like she’s talking to herself and finally, finally she pushes her thumb up to rub your clit, massaging it in circles. you whine, relaxing your spine a little more as you grind your hips up slightly to meet her thumb. “that’s it. tell me what else you need.” she demands quietly and your eyes flutter open.

“want a kiss.” you shudder weakly before you can even stop yourself, like you were so desperate to have her all over you that your mouth was on autopilot.

“gladly.”

she leant over you, her torso pushing your thighs up to your chest and attached her mouth to yours without a second thought. she continued rubbing you, hand stuffed between your bodies letting you use her for your pleasure.

fast forward 20 minutes, abby had her hands beneath your ass lifting your hips off the bed all the way to your mouth as she ate you like you were her last meal. in the low light your slick was practically luminous, catching the light from your inner thighs, her mouth and chin, quietly groaning against you as she savoured the taste of you. you came hard again, on your third orgasm of the night and abby slowly set your hips down on the bed, letting you recover.

she rubbed your thighs affectionately with her hands, pressing sloppy kisses around your abused cunt and thighs as you twitched sensitively, panting and wiping your tears shakily.

“m’sorry abby. bein’ so greedy.” you hiccuped in reference to your insatiable needs, abby continuing to pleasure you until she was sure you were satisfied. she leant over you between your open legs, bringing her mouth to yours, kissing you slow and nasty. her tongue massaged the taste of your own cunt into your mouth making you whimper weakly.

“nothing to be sorry for, baby. pretty pussies should always cum. just need a little help, don’t you?”

abby was the best friend a girl could have.

♡

[mayhemhq]

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[fireinmoonshot]

one giving the other their jacket / covering them with it when they fall asleep with hangman please?

It hadn’t been his idea to have a beach bonfire on one of the coldest nights in winter. The wind chill from the sea was adding to the cold air, and while the bonfire had done the trick for most of the night in keeping him, his squadron and the others who had attended warm, it was wearing off now that the bonfire was starting to get smaller.

You, being his best friend, had sat beside him for most of the night except for when you’d gotten up to chat to others or get a drink or a snack. But when the night started getting cooler, you’d happily settled down on the chair right beside Jake, enjoying the comfort of his warmth.

Jake turned to you a little after 11pm when it started to get noticeably cooler. You were snug into his side, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders to keep you close so you didn’t get too cold.

It was just a friendly thing to do, he thought.

As if he’d do it with anyone else but you.

“You warm enough?” He asked. “I got a blanket somewhere in the car if you want me to run and get it? Or I can start saying my goodbyes and drive you home?”

He’d decided not to drink as much tonight – only a couple at the start of the night, which was hours ago by now so they’d mostly worn out of his system – so that he could drive you home and you wouldn’t have to worry about getting a lift with someone else. It was a rare occasion for Jake not to be drinking, but he’d never forgive himself if you didn’t get home safe . He wanted you to be able to rely on him.

You shook your head. “Nah, I’m fine. I’m warm enough right here. We can stay longer.”

Jake nodded and tugged you closer into his side. That was when he noticed that you’d started shivering. You tried your best to stop it, not wanting him to notice, but it was too late.

“You liar,” Jake narrowed his eyes at you, a playful glint in them. “You’re shivering. Okay, you stay right here and I’m gonna go and get the blanket from the car.” He started to stand up, fully intending on getting the blanket for you, when you stopped him by grabbing his arm gently, tugging him back.

“I’m gonna be colder if you go, so sit your ass back down. I’ll live.”

He wasn’t going to give up that easily though. He huffed and sat down beside you, starting to pull off his jacket. It was one of his best winter jackets, fluffy and warm on the inside and wind proof on the outside. And Jake… well, he was hot enough to stay warm without it.

He turned to face you and gently draped his jacket over your shoulders, pulling it close around you to make sure it wasn’t going to fall off and would do its job at keeping you warm.

“That better?” 

The warmth was immediate from the second he put the jacket on you. Both from the material itself and the lingering body heat from Jake. You snuggled down inside the jacket and buried your chin into its warmth. “I’m toasty now.”

Jake smiled and leaned back into his chair, moving to wrap his arm back around your shoulders and pull you into his side again. You were still shivering, but as time went on he noticed that stopped as you got warmer. 

He didn’t notice, however, that you’d started to drift off onto his shoulder until Coyote walked past him and pointed it out to him. Jake glanced down at you, unable to move. It was like he had a cat on his lap and he couldn’t move out of fear of the cat moving off of him. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up.

Then he saw that his jacket had started to fall off of your shoulder.

Gently, he raised the arm you weren’t leaning on and moved it to pull the jacket back up over your shoulder to try and keep you warm and hopefully fast asleep. You, luckily, didn’t stir at all and he was able to relax after fixing the jacket.

Jake smiled to himself and looked down at you, sleeping soundly on his shoulder. As long as you were warm and comfortable and as long as he didn’t wake you up, Jake would be happy.

[howtofightwrite]

this scenario happened on Twenty-Four and they didnt really account for the long term damage -evelynmlewis

"No long term consequences" could have been the tagline for 24. I mean, we are talking about the show where terrorists detonated a nuclear weapon in Los Angeles, and a few hours later people were going about their daily lives like nothing had happened. But, I think I remember what you're talking about, and it was a small symptom of a much larger problem.

Two important caveats: I haven't watched season 3 in roughly 20 years, so I might be slightly misremembering when things happen. Second, IMDB's trivia page doesn't have any mentions of what I'm about to say, so it's entirely possible this was a fiction cooked up by someone on TV Tropes.

The short version was that Chase (James Badge Dale) was captured and was being tortured by a Mexican cartel. (Because no synopsis of 24 is complete without gratuitous torture sequences.) And, at one point, one of the cartel members shoots him through the hand. The problem is that Chase was originally planned to be killed off right at the beginning of the next episode.

However, going into season 3, the show runners had, supposedly, gotten into a bad habit of watching fansites, and started tweaking things on the fly, when fans accurately predicted the outcomes of upcoming plot twists. This included keeping Chase alive, when the original plan was to kill him off, and also killing off Chappelle (Paul Schulze), later in the season.

So, I mentioned that the plans for Chase's execution being changed are a bit dubious, that's not true with Chappelle, and there's a couple major things to pick up on here. First is that we have confirmation from Paul Schulze that the original plan was to fake his character's death. (This came out of an interview Schulze did, though I'm not sure with whom.) The second is a production cue from the way the show was produced. By season 3, the show was being shot in two episode blocks, (so, for example, Day 3: 1:00 p.m. – Day 3: 2:00 p.m., and Day 3: 2:00 p.m. – Day 3: 3:00 p.m. were shot at the same time. Also, yeah, the official episode titles are a bit unwieldy.) In the case of Chappelle's death, it came at right before 7am (which would have been part of the shooting block for 5am to 7am.) However, Chase's death would have been right after 9pm. (Which would have been part of the 9pm to 11pm block.) This would mean that the production would have needed to bring James Badge Dale back in for what would have amounted to a glorified cameo, if they were originally planning to kill off his character. Once you're aware of the way that episodes were shot, the pacing of the series gets a lot more predictable. Significant characters (even short term ones) tend to get introduced in the front half of a block, and killed off in the back half. Not necessarily the same block, but the structure tends to hold up. Especially when the show plays with the idea of someone dying during the episode cliffhanger.)

So, where am I going with this? Don't mess with your story to keep your audience off-balance. Your first concern is keeping your story coherent, if members of your audience manage to accurately predict what you're doing, good. They're invested enough in the story that you're telling to care about what you're going to do next. These are the last people you want to mess with. And if their prediction is correct, when it does play out, that's a reward for them.

Don't follow the example of 24(especially in season 3), where the overarching plot degenerates into an incoherent mess, because it keeps getting revised, on the fly, to keep things surprising. A well written thriller shouldn't be predictable, but it should have internal consistency so when the unexpected happens, it makes sense. A second viewing (or reading) of a thriller, should provide more satisfaction, as you can now see all the pieces getting dropped into place, long before they pay off. But, again, when you're writing in a serial format, if you start flipping things around to keep ahead of what your audience is predicting, that will ruin the cohesion of your story. (And, it's why I haven't watched Season 3 since shortly after it released on DVD. When I did go back and rewatch the first two years of the show.) While it's a bit uneven, it is something the first season of 24handled remarkably well, especially in comparison to what came later.

There's a couple advantages to writing in a serialized format. If you're unfamiliar with the term, serialized fiction refers when a piece of fiction is released in multiple parts over time. This is somewhat distinct from episodic series and metaplots. Episodic series tell multiple self contained stories, while metaplots refer to an overarching storyline that hooks into episodic stories granting them a larger context. Serials are smaller parts of a larger whole. The individual pieces (or, in the case of television, the episodes) are segmented portions of a larger story. Now, I said there are advantages to serialized writing, but almost all of those come with some significant perils, that if you're wanting to

The first advantage is you don't have to have the work completed before you start putting it out there. If you have a completed chapter, you can simply post it out there for the world to see. The peril is that you can't (really) go back and change it. You're committed to the previously released material. Even if you go back and revise the earlier work, you'll have a significant portion of your audience who don't want to go back and reread chapter 3, because you cleaned up the dialog, and also closed a plot hole that would emerge years later.

The second advantage is that serials can easily deliver much larger stories than you could offer in another format. For example, each season of 24 tells a single twenty-four hour story (actually, about 18 hours, once you account for commercial breaks.) Just putting that scope in front of someone is kind of wild. The peril is that serialized stories can easily spiral out of control. For example, nearly every webcomic ever, with an ongoing plot. This can result in some insane bloat. So you can either accept the content in medias res, or you can be looking at an unpleasant amount of homework. Whatever praise 24 deserves, the show asks you for an entire day of your life to watch a single story. When put in those terms, frankly, it's not that good.

The third advantage is that you can adjust your later work to better fit what your audience responds well to. If your fans like something you're doing, you can expand that part of your story. This time, there's multiple perils. First, you can easily lose track of how your original plan fit together. This is less of an issue if you're running with a fairly loose outline, but the better scripted your original plan, the more this can inadvertently screw you over. And, as I mentioned above, with the first peril, you can easily trap yourself. For an example I'm not completely conversant in, this might be what's delayed the final Game of Thrones book, as Martin may have accidentally killed off a character he needed, and now he's spent years working out a Plan B. The second peril is a little simpler, sometimes fans are reacting to what you didn't say, rather than what you did. Peripheral characters or concepts can prove to be fan favorites because the hints you provided along the way were more enticing than the full background you had in mind. This is a very subjective risk, because ultimately, it is more about accurately gauging what your audience reacted to rather than what they said they reacted to. That's a tricky one to split.

The fourth advantage to serialized writing is, almost, more a peril disguised as an advantage: You don't have to know how this will end, when you start. You can go on the same journey as your reader. The real advantage is that it can make the story more approachable. If you look at the idea of writing an entire novel, and the scope of that scares you, then smaller serialized novellas are a lot less threatening. However, this also means you don't have a plan to finish this. Much your characters, you're going to need to figure it out on your feet. If that sounds like a fun challenge, then that's absolutely something to drop into the “Pros” column. The downside is, I've seen professionals screw this up, and worse, get it past their editor. (In this case, I'm thinking specifically of Transmetropolitan. If you know, you know; if you don't, it's a massive spoiler for the end of the series.)

I will say, on this last peril, having good documentation, and a good project bible can save your ass. Don't trust your memory to keep all the (figurative) plates spinning. Take notes on what you're doing in another document, so that in the future you'll have easy reference to try to avoid accidentally creating temporal paradoxes as you try to sketch out your conclusion.

Also, yeah, if you're going to shoot someone in the hand, even if it's with a .22, don't change your mind about killing them 20 minutes later. James Badge Dale was cool, but, dude had nothing to do but chew scenery for fifteen hours.

-Starke

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[jhugas]

‘Right now?’- Kim Taehyung

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Genre: smut

Pairing: Taehyung X 8thmember! Afab! Reader, fwb

Summary: Taehyung and you get some fun on the balcony in the middle of nowhere…

Word count: ~1,1k

Warnings/tags: v penetration, teasing, fwb, semi-public sex (on the balcony but in the middle of the forest), clothed sex, mentioned exhibitionism kink thingz, big dick Tae, creampie.

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You and Taehyung were in Japan to have some time together after working hard on your single.

You felt very similar to him, you understood each other without saying a single word and you trusted each other more than anything, and your abuse of trust for each other led you a few times to spicy conversations. Starting with ‘Im so horny these days lol’, and ending with his dick deep down your throat.

But you didn’t call each other friends with benefits, though it’s true that you fucked here and there, you’d rather say that you’re just friends having fun.

You were on the balcony of the luxurious house he rented, looking at the beautiful stars lighting up the sky with Taehyung on your left. The house was perfectly placed, in the middle of the forest.

‘You look so pretty, I’d love to take a picture of you right now.’ Taehyung says, looking at you instead of the night sky.

‘Really? Thank you!’ you answer while he had this cute smile drawn on his face.

You look back at the stars, not noticing the signal Taehyung gave, before he got behind you and pressed his hips against your behind. ‘Is he serious?’ you think. You could feel something hard in his pants, something you could recognize anytime.

‘Tae…right now?’ you ask him, not sure if having sex in a rented place and on its balcony was a good idea.

‘Yes, right now…no one can see or hear us, so let’s enjoy this as much as possible.’ he whispers in your ear, then began to press his thigh pants against your shorts even more, his erection growing bigger each second.

‘Alright…’ you whisper back, horny thoughts entering your mind and making you want more.

‘I can’t feel you enough…’ you whine, arching your back so that his boner hits where you needed him the most.

The heat in between your legs was growing and you felt more and more empty, your cunt couldn’t feel more needy, and Taehyung noticed. He decided to speed up things and take off his shorts along with boxers, then, began to rub the tip against the thin tissue of your shorts, pushing in between your cheeks and teasing your clit.

‘What if someone passed here?’ you worriedly ask.

‘Who would come here at 11pm? We’re all alone darling.’ he answers quickly, using one of his hand to guide his tip and the other to keep your hips in place.

You could hear two owls answering each other, and deep moans sending vibrations through your body.

Without even looking behind, you could feel his dick being as big as it was, and probably looking as tasty as always. There wasn’t a better sentence than ‘lick it like a lollipop’ when you saw his thick cock wrapped around his own cum or pre-cum.

‘Fuck…’ you mutter when you feel his cock in between your thighs and up your crotch while he, not too roughly, thrust with his cock in between your thighs while you squeeze it, creating a friction on your clit. And while he didn’t want to start too intense or hard, this horny feeling made him so much more needy, that he started going harder and his hips began to slam against your ass as your clit gets more and more sensitive.

You felt insane. His tip rubbing you and length sliding against your pussy made you feel dizzy, and the fact that there isn’t any strong light isn’t helping.

Intuitively, you quickly took off your shorts and panties, and bended over, spreading your legs and making your hole way more exposed for him. You looked back to give him permission, as he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

The feeling of his cock on you is way more tingly now that there is nothing in between them, but it won’t last long since after getting aligning his tip with your cunt, he pushed in, making you feel every hard inch of him inside you and giving you time to let your body adjust.

It’s been a few years since you started fucking, but you never got used his big dick.

He starts thrusting back and forth again, your walls still tight around him though he gave you time.

‘You’re so good…’ compliments slipped your lips. It was either some angry sex where you were rough with each other, or some passionate sex where you kept on praising each other.

This case was the second scenario, almost romantic.

He keeps hitting it from the back, watching your ass bounce and his dick disappearing in it. His view was amazing and he wished he could take a screenshot of it, he’d gladly take a camera and record or take pictures of you.

‘Fuck… you like that don’t you?’ he asks with a slight mocking tone, ‘you’re too pretty.’

‘But what if there’s a paparazzi?’ you ask with the strength you have left.

‘Then I bet he enjoys watching me fuck you right.’ he answers without hesitation. He’s full of himself and just knows how good he makes you feel.

He wouldn’t mind anyone filming you two, in fact, he wouldn’t mind doing you in front of the other members, random people or even fans.

The wet sound of his balls slapping against you, his low moans and groans made it harder to not reach your orgasm.

‘I’m gonna cum-’ he hears from you as a white ring forms around his length.

‘Mh… me too…’ he whispered back while he kept hitting your sweet spot continuously and making you more and more sensitive.

‘Keep going!’ you cry out as he uses one of his hands to grab one of your titties, before you began to shake uncontrollably, holding the balcony for your life and releasing your sweet juice around his sweet cock.

And when he felt your walls getting crazily tight around him, he stopped holding back and pushed his warm cum inside you, your mixed cum in your poor hole.

He came along his and your moans as you both felt yourselves coming back to reality, and this tired but magic feeling taking place.

You catch your breath and he pulls out, crouching down and watching carefully how wet and shiny your pussy is and your mixed juices falling out your cunt.

‘You were so good…’ Taehyung says to reassure you, then you just started complimenting each other’s performance while he carried you to the bedroom.

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Masterlist

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

hello! Could please make a list with fic with Katniss and Peeta as parents? Thanks!!!

Hello Anon!

Below is a list of parent!evelark. I've added this topic of future masterlists. In addition, here is the singledad!peeta masterlist and the previous parent!everlark masterlist. Hopefully some of these are new to you! Happy reading!

Everything Grows-ashyblondwaves (ao3) Summary: During a pregnancy, everything grows. Love grows, fears grow, bonds grow, bellies grow and most of all, families grow. My take on Katniss and Peeta’s first pregnancy. Food Comas-mellarked-katnisseverdeen (tumblr) Summary: Post MJ Canon Thanksgiving Food comas give you my wild-melissaeverdeen13 (ao3) Summary: a look into katniss and peeta's life as they grow back together after the war; their experiences with friendship, love, and parenthood. Golden-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: A mandatory law brought them together. Four years later, Peeta Mellark comes to District 12 to the daughter he’s never known and the wife he barely met. An In-Panem AU with the marriage law twist. Hidden on this Prairie-RannonAce8 (ao3) Summary: Katniss lost everything during the war: her home, her family, and her innocence. Now, just a few short years after Appomattox she finds herself dislocated yet again when a dispute with the landlord leaves her homeless and unemployed. A chance meeting with a stranger offers her a chance at a better life out west but Katniss has no inclination to ever be involved with a man again. I Can't Believe You're Mine-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Canon-compliant. Post-Mockingjay. Pre-epilogue. Katniss watches Peeta walk the floors with their infant daughter. As he cradles her, he whispers, "I can't believe you're mine" and Katniss's heart melts. I Can See you Standin', Honey, With His Arms Around your Body-HuntersWithCellPhones (ao3) Summary: Gale comes back to twelve years after the war, expecting to find a Katniss he could possibly fall in love with. Marry. At the very least, they could be friends again. But, instead, he finds Katniss married to Peeta with a little boy named Rye. Drama ensues. Worse Games to Play-belmione (ao3) Summary: "I expect Peeta's wanted a baby since he was one himself. In this moment I'm not sure how I've said no to him for fifteen years. Peeta Mellark hasn't smiled like that since the day on the rooftop of the Training Center before the Quarter Quell." My take on Katniss's decision to have children with Peeta. Pre-epilogue, but it will eventually go through to post-epilogue. Wrapped in Green-katnissdoesnotfollowback (tumblr) Summary: Wrapped In Red!Peeta is a horny boy and I am here for it He likes to dress Katniss up in nothing but those naughty red stockings, spank her, and then rail her into the mattress when the kiddos are fast asleep Yours-lunalark (ao3) Summary: Everlark. Mockingjay AU. After the last night in the training center before the Quell, Peeta’s “baby bomb” becomes a reality. It has been 5 months since the Quell, and Peeta has just been rescued from the clutches of the Capitol.

If anyone knows of a fic like this, please reblog, reply, or send an ask with fics fitting this idea and I’ll add it to the future lists!

As always, if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to shoot me an ask!

Updated: 9/22/24 at 11pm to include previous parent!everlark post

[oldiesstationlover11607]

God you're annoying - Frank Iero x Fem!Reader

Summary: On tour, tensions rise when Frank offers alcohol to Gerard. You confront Frank, leading to an argument between you, revealing the true nature of your friendship.

Writing prompts: “god you’re annoying” and “don’t ever say I never do anything for you” 

Character: Revenge Frank

Warnings: Alcoholism and alcohol use, smoking, swearing, reference to potential suicidal thoughts, angst, sexual references

“That was probably one of the most tiring shows I’ve played in ages,” Frank walks into the green room. It’s about 11pm and we’re nearly done with tour. This specific tour has basically lasted the last two years, trying to get the band seen and gather a fan base. Thankfully, that’s exactly what Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge has done. It’s been about six months since they properly blew up and it’s been exhausting for the boys. Frank was the one that invited me to tour with My Chem. We met back in high school when he asked me for a pencil and then if he could cheat off of my paper. Of course I said no. We instantly became best friends. No idea why though given that my mother constantly would call him ‘a bad influence’. Anyway, my main job on tour is to keep the guys in check, making sure they get where they need to be, when they need to be there. 

“Two more shows and we’re done!” Frank shouts jumping on the couch. 

“Relax Frank, we’ve got to get on the van in an hour,” I laugh. 

Gerard tumbles into the room, exhausted from the show. I don’t blame him with the amount of jumping he does. He pulls off his bullet-proof vest and runs a hand through his sweaty black and blonde hair, yawning. 

“I am the most tired that I have ever been in my entire life. And I’m not joking,” he sighs, sitting on the floor. 

“Me too,” Ray mumbles.  

Normally the guys end up in a slump post show, all the adrenaline losing purpose and ending up in a negative space - especially with Gerard. That’s why I try to engage with them until we get back in the van. 

“Okay guys, we need to re-centre. Frank, can you go put some music on?” I ask and he runs off to grab a speaker and his phone. Gerard moves over to me, pulling on the leg of my pants so I end up on the floor next to him. 

“I’m tired too Gee,” I mutter rubbing my eyes. “We need to get back to Jersey once we’re done and get rest. Recover from tour and work on the new album.”

Gerard reaches over me, grabbing the blanket he brought into the venue. 

“No new album, we’re gonna stay on warped forever,” he laughs maniacally. 

“I found the alcohol!” Frank runs in, a speaker in one hand and six bottles of beer in the other. Great. He knows that Gerard can’t drink. He knows that I can’t drink. Gee reaches over me to grab a beer which I immediately grab out of his hand, throwing it across the room. 

“Hey!” he shouts. 

“You know that neither of us can drink that Gee,” I say.

“God, you're so annoying Y/N. He’s fine to drink,” Frank snaps. 

Tell that to the alcoholics. He’s wrong. Neither of us are fine to drink. Gerard and I have spent so long trying to get over alcohol and Frank knows it. 

“You’re right Y/N, we’re just gonna stick with diet coke,” Gerard reaches over to grab us two glass bottles. Frank just huffs and grabs out a cigarette, drinking his beer and passing the rest around to the crew.

“What’s your problem?” I shout the quietest I possibly can. 

“I’m trying to have fun. Can’t you see that?” Frank is ignoring what I’m saying. Of course he is. 

“Frank. Gerard is an alcoholic and you’re supposed to be his friend. You can’t just offer him beer,” I sigh. Beer is not what Gerard needs and clearly not what Frank needs. “I need you to listen to me on this.”

Frank’s cigarette sits between his lips, right next to the silver lip ring shining on the right side of his mouth. It’s hot and he knows it. 

“Yeah whatever.”

“No Frank, it’s not whatever! Unless you actually fucking want Gerard to kill himself this time, I suggest you stop fucking drinking around him so much,” I shout out loud this time. “You never fucking do anything for me anymore, I swear if I told you I was going to kill myself you wouldn’t fucking care.”

He takes a step back in shock. I did not just say that to him. No way I said that. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Don’t ever say I never do anything for you and sure as hell don’t say you’re going to kill yourself. You are the most important person in my fucking life and you act like I don’t like you,” he turns away looking anywhere but at me. 

I hate it when we argue. We never used to argue. “I actually fucking love you Y/N and I honestly don’t care if you don’t feel the same way but you always act like I’m the worst person alive when you know I’m not.”

“You love me?” He’s pulling a card, surely.

“Of course I fucking do. I wouldn’t have asked you to spend two years touring with my band if I didn’t love you. I just hoped you would fucking realise it before I had to tell you myself.”

I take a step forward and Frank wraps his arms around me in a hug. Somehow the shortest member of My Chem is still taller than me. I stand there in his arms as he squeezes me tight. Looking up at him he smiles gently, calmer than I’ve ever seen him. 

“We’re here for each other right?” I ask. 

“Always.” he looks down at me.

“Well then I love you too Frankie.” I force myself deeper into his chest, resting my head on him, hearing the thumping of his heartbeat. 

“I hate it when we argue.”

“Me too.”

Gerard comes out from behind the curtain, stumbling over his own feet. 

“Finally. My god, I was getting sick of Frank going on and on about you. Y/N's eyes this, Y/N's boobs that.”

“Frank!” I shout.

“Gerard!” Frank shouts back.

“What? What did I say?”

//

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[dearchloe]

7 december

She didn't have the faintest idea where she was.

There was an odd kind of half-light permeating the room even through the red curtains hanging at the window, which looked like velvet but probably weren't. It wasn't quite daylight and wasn't quite night and certainly wasn't dawn, so she didn't have the faintest idea of what time it was, either. Her schedule had been completely and utterly thrown out of sync by the events of the past few days, and you could have told her it was any time between 4am and 11pm without being disbelieved.

It was all very peculiar.

Not quite so peculiar, though, as the room that she'd woken up in. Ivy had thought it was a prison at first; all she could see in all directions were bars. Unfortunately, the wooden sort rather than the alcoholic sort. She didn't think that wood was the first choice of building material for most prisons, but then again, if it had been a normal prison, she would have come to it in a normal way.

Then, she'd realised that she was lying on a padded surface, and she'd amended her hypothesis to the supposition that she might have been confined to a psychiatric ward somewhere. Honestly, after the events of the past few days, Ivy wouldn't have considered that at all unreasonable, but there was a definite lack of medical equipment, and it was, in her opinion, far too quiet to be anywhere in the vicinity on an NHS hospital. And she knew a bit about hospitals, on account of the fact that her works so often involved them in one way or another. This felt wrong, in that vague and indefinite way which was so difficult to explain. Whatever the reasoning, she was sure she wasn't in hospital.

On the other hand, that didn't help her to define where she was.

Cautiously, she got up onto her hands and knees, and looked down at herself with some consternation. She seemed to be wearing some sort of red velvet onesie, she decided, which was more or less identical to the colour of the curtains. Putting aside for the moment the question of who had put her into it — because she was certain she hadn't been wearing it when she'd fallen asleep — it fitted her surprisingly well, and that gave rise to a whole host of different questions which she thought, on the whole, she wouldn't explore too deeply right now. The priority was how to get out. She could panic about everything else later.

Maybe when she was deciding which of her friends was best to speak to about prosecuting the people responsible.

Turning over, she sighed and began doing her best, as gently as possible, to test the bars. They seemed pretty solid, regrettably, made of the sort of old wood which was almost harder than metal, and well rooted in... whatever they were rooted in. It was underneath her, and she couldn't seem to see it however hard she tried.

As she was engaged in trying to pull the bar out of the way, she heard a sound which sent chills down her spine. It was the sound of a door opening. Quick as a flash, she rolled onto her back, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, just barely peeping out between her lashes.

Footsteps sounded on wood, somewhere below the level of her sight, and something green moved past her, so quickly that she couldn't quite make it out. Then there was a pause, and a clunk, and the bars began to descend.

"Wakey, wakey..." cooed a high voice, though Ivy couldn't tell whether it was naturally that way, or whether it was merely because the speaker was using the sort of voice that she usually associated with dogs and the kind of children too young to actually understand anything being said. "Someone's sleepy, huh?"

She did her best to maintain her pretended sleep, but a hand reached out to gently shake her shoulder, and Ivy let out a gasp before she could stop herself. There was no point trying to pretend any longer, and so she opened her eyes, taking in the whole of the sight before her.

The woman was tall, with white-blonde hair protruding from beneath a strange little hat. Her dress was a deep forest green, close-fitting to her considerable curves, and looked as if it was made from the same material as Ivy's onesie. But it was her eyes which were the real surprise; they seemed to be somewhere between a golden brown and a silvery blue, and to fluctuate between the two at random. Ivy, without realising, let out another little gasp.

This was one of the most beautiful women she'd ever met.

Pink lips curved up in a warm smile. "Well, hi there! You must be Ivy."

Pausing to consider, Ivy decided she wasn't likely to get anywhere by denying this fact. "Yeah," she admitted, a little shyly.

"It's great to meet you, Ivy. I'm Jolly."

"You're..."

"Jolly, that's right."

The brunette considered whether there was any way she could point out how weird a name that was without being rude, and decided that there wasn't. She nodded, instead. "Uh. Nice to meet you? But I don't really know..."

"I know, sweetie, you don't know what's happening. That's OK. You're going to be coming to stay with me for a little while. Is that all right with you?"

"I guess?"

"Great!" Jolly held out both hands, and Ivy, after a brief hesitation, took them, and allowed the green-clad woman to pull her towards the edge of the padded surface she'd been lying on.

"Sorry, um... Where am I?"

Jolly laughed. "The North Pole, silly. No, no," as Ivy went to climb down from the edge, "Let's see if you're ready to travel first?"

Ivy blinked, confused on more levels than she could begin to describe. "What?" And then she squeaked as Jolly's hands went to her crotch, squeezing in a very intrusive way at her...

Oh. Oh.

Given recent events, she guessed that wearing a nappy for bed might have been justified, as decisions went, but it would still have been nice to be consulted.

"Someone's a soggy snowflake!"

Ivy said nothing, because the language centres of her brain had shorted out.

She did her best to resist as Jolly pushed her backwards, fumbling with the row of buttons between her legs, but the blonde seemed to have a strength entirely beyond her size, and Ivy had no chance of resisting the hands that exposed a thick nappy between her legs, tearing the tapes and pulling it forward to reveal the yellowed padding within.

It revealed a lot more than that, too, but Ivy didn't really want to think about it.

Icy wipes worked away, and the brunette tried to struggle, but was met with a sharp slap to the top of her thigh and the disproportionate pain which flooded her body was more than enough motivation to keep her still as Jolly finished changing her into a fresh nappy, this one decorated with a large smiling snowman, and buttoned up her onesie again.

"Um..." she managed, timidly. "I don't... I don't wear nappies. At all, actually. But definitely not during the day."

Jolly helped her down, out of what Ivy had to admit now was probably an enormous crib, and kept a tight hold of her hand, leading her towards the door. "We'll explain all that, sweetie. I promise. Right now, though, you've got a super long journey ahead of you, and there are no service stations out here. Trust me."

In the woman's strong grip, Ivy didn't seem to have a choice, and she went along, mute, as she was led through long wooden corridors and out into the biting cold. There, she might have been surprised (if it weren't that she was long past the point of surprise) to encounter a gleaming green sleigh with silver fittings, harnessed to a team of six huskies.

Jolly got in first before pulling Ivy, uninvited, into her lap, and wrapping them both up in a series of rugs and blankets so tight that the lawyer couldn't have got out however hard she tried. And then she took up the reins, gave a sharp whistle to the dogs, and they were off.

Alert at first to the awkwardness of her situation and the beauty of her surroundings, Ivy was wide awake with the cold wind on her cheeks, watching the endless snow slipping past and trying not to think about the warmth of Jolly's breasts against her back. But the dogs went relentlessly on with a soothing rhythm, and the whisper of the runners on the snow and the monotony of their white surroundings were enough to send her into a light doze.

She awoke later — she couldn't have said how much later — to find the situation entirely unchanged, the dogs still running on, the light still oddly half-present. Except for the one fairly important corollary that she desperately needed the toilet.

Shifting slightly in her seat, she provoked a chuckle from the woman behind her, and only then fully remembered that she was sitting in Jolly's lap. Her cheeks coloured as the blonde leaned forward to speak to her.

"Doing OK, sweetie?"

"Yeah, I, uh... Yeah." Ivy paused a moment, and then, thankful that she didn't have to make eye contact, blurted out "Could we stop? I kind of need a... a break, you know?"

"I told you before, Ivy." The voice wasn't unsympathetic. "No toilets out here, and you don't want to poison the polar bears, do you?"

"I, uh... No?"

"Just go. Your nappy will take everything you can throw at it, I promise."

The brunette blushed redder than she ever had before. But about an hour later, in the biting cold and with no end to the journey in sight, she had no choice, and she slowly relaxed, finding it surprisingly easy to let the urine flow out into the padding around her nethers.

At least it kept her warm.

There was a laugh from behind her. "See? Not so bad, is it?"