#thank you for letting me explore fucked up characters in ways both gentle and harsh and holding my hand through it all

[flowercrowngods]

it was honestly a little hard writing post-s4 max and not make it the most fucked up depressing thing, not get lost in the trauma and absolute grief she has to work through. to write a story that doesn’t lean into her sheer desperation to stay alive and the heaviness that comes with having the most basest of survival instincts triggered with such helplessness. it was a little hard taking that beautiful wonderful amazing artwork that shines with banter and joy and hope, and not absolutely ruin it with a rightful exploration of angst. so i’m really grateful that y’all see this fic not as me glossing over max’s trauma in favour of silly banter, i’m grateful that y’all see the heartbreak in all those lines and still watch as the hope shines through. a hope that is tentative, a hope that is laced with guilt for feeling hope in the first place. it’s not mere acceptance of this new post-traumatic state of being, and it’s not a crippling display of absolute fucking trauma and angst.

idk i’m just grateful that y’all see this fic for what it wants to be 🤍

[chiwhorei]

the devil makes

pairing: benimaru shinmon x reader x joker/52

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: ~2.2k

tags: a touch of branding (he flicks his cigarette at you i just really don’t know how else to tag it), knifeplay (except it’s a playing card, only a smidge of blood), rough oral, face fucking, voyeurism, spit, anal, double penetration, degradation, spanking, belly bulge, it’s a little dubconny but not really?

a/n: my first full fire force piece woot woot! these two characters make me so fucking horny and when they shared the screen my pussy was completely inconsolable. thank you @messwriting and @10millionyearsdungeon for looking over this and always encouraging me.

hymn: wrong by MAX ft. lil uzi vert

you, and me, and the devil makes three.

“Why don’t you cut the shit and tell me what you want,��� you pluck the cigarette from your caller’s lips, he presses his saccharine smile down at the edges to feign a pout.

You know better by now. Your legs hang on either side of Joker’s hips, his white dress shirt doing almost nothing to cover skin filled with a new flight of bites and bruises. The last set had just faded when you heard the tell-tale knock at your front door.

His timing is always impeccable, hat in hand and dipping under your doorway just as the wanton throbbing sizzles into a dull ache.

Deeply inhaling, nicotine breaches your throat and prickles past your lungs. You only ever smoke when he’s around. At this point, you’re not sure if it’s a necessity or a habit.

“Do I need a reason to visit my favorite girl?” His voice trails around your skin in tune with a wandering set of hands. It’s infuriating how easily your body relents to Joker’s fingerprints. You’ll feel them like scorch marks for days to come.

“I’m not your girl and I doubt I’m your favorite.” You bush off his quip, cigarette bobbing in your teeth before he pulls it from your mouth to drag. With a flick of his finger, ash falls like burning snow onto the juncture of your collarbone. You wince and fall forward into his chest.

“You’ve proven yourself the most useful, is that better?” Joker pulls you into a searing kiss, pushing tongue and smoke into your awaiting mouth.

“At least it’s more honest.” Joker laughs loudly, his head falling back against the mattress. Your pillows will smell like sage and campfire, you’ll pretend it doesn't lull you to sleep.

“I need your help to, achem, seal a deal of sorts. For the greater good of course.”

Eyes roll upwards, first with guffaw, but any argument melts with the feeling of his lips on a warpath from the angle of your jaw to the swell of your breast.

Joker promises to make it worth your while, in the ways you always seem to let him.

Against all better judgement.

* * *

“Well, Captain,” Joker presses a sharp ace against the curve of your collarbone, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake, “she’s a pretty little toy ain’t she?”

Pleasure coats your tongue, it tastes like blood and incense.

In the short time they’ve been acquainted, Benimaru has learned to be unsurprised with any impromptu meetings Joker could plan.

What Beni wasn’t expecting was your naked, flushed body on the lap of his new associate. He wants to complain about the purple eyed almost-stranger sitting in his private quarters, but any argument flounders for air as soon as you come into view.

You seem completely placid from your position against the anti-hero’s chest, awaiting further instructions with glassy eyes. Any shame you could ever muster lies in a heap of fabric six feet away. Joker always dresses you in something easy to tear off.

“You sure do make an interesting first impression, Joker.” The 7th’s captain walks forward in the dimly lit room, pushing his fingers against your hair and pulling back roughly to steal your undivided attention.

A pretty little toy indeed.

“We’re partners now, Beni,” you can feel Joker’s voice like honeyed venom from behind, every syllable drips against your shoulders, “and partners share.”

Joker flicks the playing card upward, twirling it in deft fingers. You watch his dexterity, the piece of glossy paper is pressed to your lipstick, dragging your bottom lip down slightly before pulling away. A signature painted in soft pink.

The hand on your hip, the one in your hair-- the feeling of two bodies enclosing on you like prey is overwhelming and salacious.

“Does he bring you to do all of his dirty work?” You’re spoken to for the first time, the grip in your hair lifting you from Joker’s lap.

“Only the dirtiest work suits me,” you hold your ground, voice dropping an octave to make both men shudder, “captain.”

Benimaru’s sneer is only an inch from your mouth, his proximity neering closer with every word falling past your lips. If you keep talking like this, Joker won’t want to share his toys anymore.

Pointer finger and thumb come up to cradle your chin, mouth parting with the smallest pressure. Your tongue lulls out slightly, an invitation punctuated with your eyes flitting from his stare to the deep set frown across his face.

The sound of Beni spitting hits your ears, the harsh put bounces against the bannisters. Warmth runs in an indecent trail from the tip to the fattest plane of your tongue.

“Don’t play coy, sweetheart, show ‘em what else you can do with that mouth.” Joker’s palm comes down on your ass cheek hard, a breathy yelp escapes to be swallowed by the man above you.

Beni moves to perch against the desk centered in the ever-condensing room, arms folded across his broad chest. The space feels cold without the body heat you had been stuck in between, you feel exposed fully for the first time since Joker snuck you into company seven.

There’s only a beat of self-cognizance before you’re pushed to the ground by a familiar set of calloused hands. You need no further direction, knees and palms straining against the hardwood as you inch forward.

By the time you’re kneeling in front of Benimaru, his cock is in a tight fist. He pumps himself in long strokes, smearing pre with his thumb to coat the throbbing head. His length is impressive, you can feel saliva pooling in under your tongue as you watch his hand move from base to tip.

The sight almost has you forgetting your manners.

“Will you fuck my mouth, Captain Shinmon?” There’s very little restraint left available behind his icy red irises. Joker sits back in the brown leather chair, a front row seat.

You feel the familiar burn against your scalp with Beni’s searing pull. The red tip hits your mouth and you’re positive a streak of lipstick finds home against your chin.

You’ll be covered in much more before the sun comes up.

His cock is heavy as pushes past your lips inch by thick inch. The groan ripping through your throat is vibrato against the ribbed skin.

“Wow, ah, your sweet little throat was meant for cock wasn’t it?” Tears prick in your eyeline, your vision growing bleary as you swallow. A stray streak of mascara falls down the curve of your cheek before Beni swipes it away. You almost blush. Almost.

He hits the back of your throat with seemingly little effort, you sputter slightly at the burn, your jaw aching to accommodate. Just as you feel him pulling almost all of the way out, Beni slams the full length in again. His pace is brutal and unforgiving. Each thrust earning a new mess of spit and makeup to collect at the edges of your mouth.

“No need to be gentle, Beni, she’s taken a whole lot worse.” You would laugh at the sick curl of Joker’s words if you could. The implication is both irritating and worrisome.

“As much as I would love to cum in that pretty little mouth,” you gasp for air as Beni pulls you off, a thick line of slobber still connecting your bottom lip to his cock, “I really want to feel your cunt wrapped around me instead.”

You hear the sound of Joker’s heavy feet closing in from behind, his grip on the back of your neck to hoist you back up to your feet.

“Partners share, remember?” The lilt in your pursuers voice is sweet in the way sugar free gums rots your teeth. Joker will break you into pieces for the greater good.

It’s sick, absolutely disgusting, how much you crave your own destruction.

“She’s nice and ready for you, captain. Feel how dripping wet she is just from sucking your cock.” His next words suck all of the oxygen from your lungs, he replaces air with tension,

“You can take her cunt, I’m going to fuck her tight little ass.”

“Wait I--” There’s no use pleading, there’s no use in anything but quiet compliance and resolving to the fate of being stuffed completely full.

Four hands are on you, groping the fat on hips and breasts, moving against the pliant skin in tandem. You’re malleable in their hold, hoisted up in Joker’s arms. His grip is unforgiving, crescented bruises are bound to form and be visible for days to come on the inside of your thighs.

Beni captures your lips between his teeth, stealing back your attention with a growl. His kiss is searing, tongue slipping to lash against your own. The stubble grazing his strong jaw is dizzying, he whispers against your lips, licking against your pre-stained mouth. Quiet enough to be either missed or ignored by Joker as he busies himself freeing his cock and grinding itn against your ass.

“Next time I’ll sit you on my face and we can have a little fun one-on-one.” Beni punctuates his promise with a nip to your bottom lip before his hands move to steady you snugly in between two wide chests. His palms rest on the dips of your hips, thumb jutting out to press tightly against your aching clit. The movement rips a hoarse wale from deep in the back of your throat.

“You always cry so pretty, dollface.” Joker’s emboldened by your tears, an invitation to push you farther, you feel two fingers prodding your asshole, using your own slick to assist in his exploration. The sensation is painful and addicting as both digits push past the tight ring of muscle.

His fingers move to work the taught hole open, each ridge of knuckle and callus blurring the line between torment and pleasure. Beni circles your clit, picking up in pace as Joker adds a third finger, the stimulation hurtling you towards orgasm. A litany of please scratch at your throat, begging your captors to steal an orgasm from the pile of shaking limbs in between them.

“Cum, little one, cum so I can fuck this tight little cunt of yours.” Beni’s voice is unmistakably demanding, there’s not a note of suggestion behind his words. Your first orgasm snaps against you like electrocution, buzzing around every nerve.

“That’s my girl,” Joker snickers, feeling the contraction and loosening of your muscles. Your high is the final submission, willing every part of you how they see fit. Little more than a toy, a pawn in a broader game of chess.

“Are you ready for us?” Beni’s voice is framed in question, but you know better than to take it as anything but rhetorical. It doesn't actually matter whether or not you’re ready. What matters is the squeal of pain and temperance that comes from breaking you.

Before you can even nod in agreement, you feel it. The burning fullness, the sealing of a deal between two men that you happen to be placed right in the middle of. Joker’s cock is hot and heavy, sheathing himself in the last plane of virgin flesh. The piercing on his frenum drags against you, a familiar feeling in the most unfamiliar place.

There’s no time to get used to the sensation as Beni is pulling you forward slightly so your weeping pussy is hovering over his length. Your legs dangle, suspended on either side of his forearms. You’re lowered onto the captain, his pace is remarkably gentle as your pubic bone meets the sprawling expanse of wirey hair nestled between his hips. As your skin meets on either side of your weeping body, both cocks sheathed completely inside, the canter of either man picks up brutally.

The sticky feeling of sweat and arousal covers every inch of skin in the room, partnering with the sound of slapping and thrusting that all but drowns out the pathetic whimpers your suspended form can muster.

“I knew you would make yourself useful, doll. My favorite game to play.”

Your head falls forward against Beni, body growing heavy as the merciless, rhythmic thrumming of your abuse. The dull ache of another orgasm drips into your bloodstream. Your abused bundle of nerves become live wires, sparking against Joker’s wandering fingers as they wrap around your front.

“I can feel it, ya’ know, I can feel myself in your stomach.” His taunt is stressed with his palm pressing down against your abdomen before dipping back down once more to pinch your clit.

His rough treatment is the final straw, you scream and cuvulse in the hold of your predators. You squeeze tightly in a succession of muscle spasms that feel like you’re trying to milk both of their own orgasms to crash with your own.

Thick spurts of cum spill into you with a series of deep, final thrusts. You feel your own wetness as it runs down your thighs and ass. Muffled groans from both men fill the stale air as they claim your holes. There’s nothing left in the space between bodies except you caught in the web of spiders, dangling in silken limbs and labored breathing. There’s nothing left to give or take.

There’s nothing but panting and sweat and a deal with the devil.

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[clefairymuke]

regrets | chapter seventeen

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 2465

note: i pride myself in staying accurate to levi’s character because it’s difficult to do when it comes to romance. one thing i will not budge on, however: he is not a virgin. he’s a god in bed. definitely super rough. isayama is wrong. idc that he’s the author. all that aggression in that little body? this man fucks. period. he’s a different person in the bedroom. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

Your mind was somehow racing despite the total lack of coherent thoughts in your head. It was like running in place. The feeling of Levi's lips on yours, moving in unison with his hands as they traced your body, made you ache in the most satisfying of ways. You savored every hungry and merciless prick of his teeth against the newly swollen and sensitive skin of your lips.

His tiny bites moved to your neck, sending chills down to your toes as you gasped for the air that stung your bruised mouth. His hands slid over the curvature of your waist, moving to grip your hips as he turned the both of you around, shuffling you backward until you had no choice but to take a seat on the cool wood of his desk. He ran his fingers along your thighs and tapped them, a silent request, prompting you to spread them to allow his body to fit more seamlessly against yours. His grip traveled languidly to the backside of your knees, lifting them until you understood and wrapped your legs around his waist, hanging loosely from his hips like a belt. Realization set in when you felt the bulge in his trousers brush against your most sensitive place.

"Levi," you whimpered out between gasps as he worked roughly away at your neck, "What are we doing?"

"Do you want this?" he murmured against your skin, his tone obviously displaying his feelings for the first time -- it was husky and desperate.

"Yes," you breathed without hesitation.

His hand left your legs to land gently on the side of your neck; he didn't apply any pressure, he only brushed his calloused thumb down the length of your throat. "Then please, for once in your life, just shut the fuck up." With that harsh remark, his lips crashed back into yours, his tongue pleading at your lips for entrance as you wove your fingers in the hem of his shirt. You obliged him, fighting a whine as his hands came to cup your breasts, kneading them gently. You suckled his bottom lip, drawing the quietest of groans into your mouth and sending Levi even further into his newfound desperation, his insatiable hunger for you.

Your fingertips found the smooth, cool buttons of his shirt easily, snapping them apart one after the other until his bare torso was exposed for your exploration. You felt his toned chest rise and fall rapidly as he continued his assault on your lips. He pulled his hand away from your throat and his mouth away from yours for a moment to shrug the shirt off of his shoulders, letting loose his muscular arms. He looked at you for a second, lust clouding his eyes, before he tugged at the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head; the air against your hot skin was jarring as you watched him admire you. He looped his arms around your back and unclasped your bra swiftly, tossing it to the side to join your shirts. He studied you intently, eyes traveling from your face, to your breasts, to your navel and back again. "Such a pretty girl," he cooed, making your cheeks burn red as he caressed one of them, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

This moment didn't last long, as he soon dropped to his knees and dove to your chest, peppering kisses around where you wanted him, teasing you until you almost whimpered with want. This was where the real fun would begin. He cupped one breast in his hand and took the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple and sending waves of pleasure through your body. You giggled softly at the memory of him shouting at you only ten minutes prior; you were an idiot to think he didn't want you.

His tongue continued to dart across one of your nipples as he tweaked the other between his fingers, making you squirm. "Do you like this?" he asked you, breaking away for only a second before returning to suck harshly on it. You moaned, nodding your head eagerly. You felt him smirk against you. He then pinched your nipple between his fingers, quickly yet firmly, sending a shockwave down your spine and a whine through your mouth. "How about that? Does that feel good, brat? Do you still want to shout at me now?"

His lips lined a trail down your ribs and your stomach as he detached his mouth and fingers from your now-sensitive nipples, giving you only a second for a sigh of relief as he began to unbutton your pants. He tugged them down your legs before tossing them to join the rest. He sat eye level with your pussy, now only clothed by the thin material of your panties. You knew he could see how soaked you were -- you wondered if you should be embarrassed.

"I asked you a question," he told you, running his fingertip along your inner thighs as he stared hungrily at the space between your legs.

"It felt incredible," you answered honestly, a grin painting your lips as you reached a wonderful thought: "I'm sorry for yelling, Captain."

This awakened something in him. He roughly threw your legs over his shoulders and showed no mercy, licking you through your panties and gripping your thighs tightly enough to bruise. His warm, wet tongue sent electricity through you each time it came in contact with your core, leaving your hands to weave themselves into his hair, pulling harshly as he made you squirm and moan. He tugged your panties to the side with one finger, finally making contact where you needed him most.

His tongue looped quick circles around your clit, pausing to suck harshly on it every once in a while, leaving you no time to catch your breath. You moaned out a string of expletives mixed in with his name, unable to control your voice any longer. You simply hoped no one could hear. Your lewd sounds only seemed to drive him further, his pace quickening and one finger starting to circle around your hole. You quickly discovered this was only to tease as he abruptly pulled away, his mouth and chin shining with wetness as you looked down at him.

"Hush," he scoffed, the iron grip on your thighs not once letting up. "Do you want everyone in the building to know what you're doing right now?"

Any ounce of self-respect you had had long gone out the window, and you knew that. You ignored his question. "Please don't stop, Levi. Please," you whined, your hands trying desperately to pull his head back down to your soaked core. You were too weak to budge him. "I don't care if I'm being loud -- just -- please, Captain. Don't stop." The smugness in the smirk that ran across his lips would normally annoy you, but you were in no place to roll your eyes or utter a sarcastic quip -- you laid on his desk, hips bucking at the idea of having his tongue on you for just one more minute; how pathetic.

"You don't care if anyone hears you?" he asked, eyes lust-filled.

You should have known then that you were in for it, but your brain was too frazzled to make the connection. "No, I don't care, just please keep going," you told him. He obliged. His lips latched back onto your clit, sucking hard and making you yelp. At the same time, he plunged two fingers into you mercilessly, the sound of your wetness sloshing inside of you almost embarrassing; however, it was difficult to hear over the loud moans of his name echoing from your throat like a chant.

You felt your stomach tightening, everything building up to a point that you weren't sure if you could control yourself any longer. You needed release, and Levi was not hesitant to drive you there. He continued his relentless pounding of his fingers into you, his mouth working a special kind of magic you had never had the pleasure of experiencing before that moment. It was becoming too much.

"Levi, I'm gonna cum," you moaned, not-so quietly. As soon as you finished your sentence, his fingers disappeared from within you and his mouth pulled away, leaving you squirming and clenching around nothing. "No no no no," you whimpered, needing to let all the pressure go. "Don't stop. Why'd you stop?"

His arms wrapped around your weak, shaky body and lifted you, your legs and arms wrapping around him as he carried you across the suite. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his hand extend to open a door -- his bedroom. You weren't in a state to take in the details, and made a mental note to do that later; your thoughts, though, were cut short by Levi dropping you onto his bed and unbuckling his belt. You looked up at him with an expression that could only be described as awe: his hair had been destroyed by your greedy hands, tangled, messy, and falling into his eyes; his silver gaze looked like that of a predator -- taking in every inch of your naked body, excitement dancing through them -- his pants hung loosely around his hips, his abs leading into a v-shape that ended in his masculine hands fiddling with his belt buckle. It fell to the floor with a clang, his fingers swiftly unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off, a new pile of clothes starting in the floor of this room.

Your eyes widened as he stood in front of you, not even pausing as he used your thighs to pull you to the edge of the bed -- you could focus on nothing but the size of him, wondering if it would even fit. It was long and thick, veins protruding as he was as hard as could be. You swore your mouth almost started to water.

"Ready?" he asked you, his gentleness taking you by surprise. You nodded hungrily as he positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock poking at your core. He lifted your legs with his forearms so that they weren't quite on his shoulders, but still high enough to fuck you as deep as he wanted at the moment. You drew in a breath as he split you, stretching you further than anyone had before; you groaned in ecstasy. As he hilted himself into you and hit the back of your walls, your hands launched to grip his shoulders, nails digging into his back so deeply you were sure they'd draw blood. Then he was still for a moment -- perhaps he was letting you adjust, but you were sure he was only doing it to tease.

"Fuck me, please, Captain," you breathed out, not removing your nails from his back. He rocked his hips gently once or twice, giving you wave after wave of pleasure. You had never felt so completely full -- you were unsure of how he was able to move at all.

Without warning, he unsheathed his dick completely and rammed it back into you, resetting the pace entirely. You became a whiny mess as he pounded into you time after time, the knot in your stomach quickly returning and begging to be untied. He shifted up slightly, landing in the perfect place.

"Fuck, Levi, right there," you cried, dragging your nails down his back. You wondered if it was too early to decide that this was the best sex you'd ever had. "I need to cum."

"Cum for me, pretty girl," he said softly, brushing your hair out of your face. He placed his hand around your throat, squeezing only slightly and earning a loud moan. With his words, you let everything go. You felt tsunami waves  crashing on your shores as he rode out your climax, his dick twitching inside of you and his hand tightening around your neck every time your pussy clenched around him. He never slowed; once you were finished, he continued to pound into your sensitive cunt, making you writhe and whimper. His other hand trailed down from your cheek past your neck, making a little circle around your nipple before going even further. His thumb came to rest on your clit, toying with it as he fucked you like he wanted the entire regiment to hear his name.

He released his grip on your throat and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you up to look him in his eyes while he fucked you stupid, your own pupils falling to the back of your head as the overstimulation started to make it to your brain. His grunts and groans had begun to grow more frequent, signaling you that he was close. "Who else has fucked you like this?" he asked, sultry anger dripping from his voice.

There it was -- the jealousy. The thing that had started this whole ordeal and a new contender for your favorite thing about him. "No one, Levi," you replied between squeaks of pleasure, the knot retying itself in your stomach one more time. "I'm close again," you moaned, the utter ecstasy from the combination of his cock pounding into you and is thumb assaulting your clit beginning to be too much to handle.

He ignored you. "You thought you were so fucking cute today, kissing him in front of me," his strokes grew sloppier with every word, and you knew he had started to come undone. "I wonder if Eren fucked you like this, seeing as you were willing to give it to him in the disgusting stables. Surely he was at least as good as me."

"No -- nobody's fucked me like you. Just you, Levi. Please just let me cum," you begged him, your heat throbbing around his dick and only worsening your situation.

His strokes grew slower and deeper, his rhythm breaking completely. "Good girl," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting you fall back to the soft bed below you. "Cum for me one more time."

That was all it took for the flood gates to open as you pulsed around him, moaning out his name like a prayer, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Once you finished, lying there in a panting mess unable to even lift your head, he pumped out a few final strokes, curse words and your name littering from his mouth as he pulled out and released himself onto your stomach. He rolled over to lay next to you, gently pulling your head onto his chest and combing his fingers through your newly tangled hair.

"What am I going to do with you?"

[jmalkki]

From head canon to on-screen reality 

Episode 6 of Season 3. You, guys.

My. Goodness.

What oddly specific joy.

One has secretly hoped a scene of this nature to eventually make it onto the show, and the promo images promised it was coming now. So, one went in expecting to finally see on screen the sweet sweet scene of the couple all domestic, chilling on their bed, sharing thoughts; the one one has imagined so many times in various forms, be it in text or in illustrations. Seemingly topped with a kiss, as well -  gorgeous for the unremarkable mundanity of itself, without any story points or grand gestures tied to it.

Though the promo image promised kiss was not to be seen, what the domestically set scene itself delivered in substance was such a validating treat one could not feel one bit amiss; something one couldn’t have expected, hoped for, or imagined to come worth.

The end scenes of the episode made some major personal head canons true on screen! Namely the fact of Paul immediately recognizing the nature of one talking by oneself as if to a lost loved one, and admitting carrying Hugh similarly with him after Dear Doctor’s death. And, the fact, that both of the men hate the augmentations on Paul’s arms.

Seemingly tiny things perhaps, but these have both been some of the most persistent themes in my past writing of these two. And much as I abhor to go back to my past scribbles, I felt compelled to quickly go through whole of the Honey Mushroom series, and collect below all of the narratives focused on Paul talking to Hugh in his mind, and the instances mentioning the shared bother of the spore drive augmentations.

Which now suddenly as if offer possible context for the on-screen dialogue:

“God, I hated those things.” “I hated them more.”  

I realize this is quite individual a glee, specific to curious personal head canon nuggets (and perhaps to those who might’ve enjoyed the nuggets / nursed any similar own ideas), but I am beyond ecstatic for those nuggets to have now made it on screen and/or fit into the canon, complementary to the narrative!

How ever coincidental, I think one must thank at least Anne Cofell Saunders, the writer of the episode, for including these specific allusions / plot directions, and in doing so making reality of one’s particular head canons. And, that gratitude must also be extended to anyone else, who might’ve been involved in what ever capacity in the process of bringing these into the show’s in-universe reality.

Feels like such an immense affirmation of one’s year(s) spent passionately imagining these unmentioned-in-canon dimensions (regardless how ever fumblingly). Such joy to see these once dearly envisioned behind-the-scenes aspects brought on screen, and into the canon.

More small, but notable glees: Paul’s PADD on the nightstand. And the men sleeping on the ‘correct’ sides of the bed, which has also been a theme in exploring the character of Paul.  (And, in fact, Paul scratching the augmentations/residuals, too *heehee*).

Okay. Let’s go.

Passages of the augmentations being a bother:

From my second ever narrative, and the first to mention the augmentations, if not yet for the precise shared discomfort factor. Also the first to feature Paul talking to Hugh after the death:

[He shifted on the chair and reached for his forearm. Feeling out the hard plastic augmentation with his fingers. Rubbing it in a circular motion on top of his muscles, letting the gentle pressure push against his bones.

They were another reason - the augmentations - why he had felt so bare at the gym dressing rooms. He had only ever really bared them in the engineering for their designed purpose, and with Hugh around in the sickbay or in the confinements of their quarters. He had showed them to few others of course on occasion, but on his own discretion. He wasn’t comfortable letting them ‘hang out’ like he had just done. It too left him feeling exposed.

“They keep insisting I go in for a medical examination”, Paul muttered out quietly, while skimming through his calendar, like he was expecting Hugh - his resident consultant on all things medical - to actually answer.]

- We Are Undone, But Soldier On

From my only ‘alternative future’ story, with the first ever allusion to the shared discomfort with the apparatus. Also the narrative, which solidified the idea of Paul harboring Hugh ‘alive’ in his mind well after the death:

[ Paul smiled. He put his hand in his hair again, mussed it around a bit, adjusting it from side to side, observing it closely from the mirror. “And you won’t mind this either?” He asked with a faint look of apprehension on his face, “it’s still getting thinner and thinner each year.” “You know I always loved that”, Hugh spoke to him with most affectionate tone, as Paul could feel fingers play with the little swirl of thinning hair on the back of his head, “it makes you look irresistibly manly.”

“Like these”, Hugh continued, as Paul raised his arms in front of himself, displaying the thick, fluffy white hair covering his forearms, “I love falling asleep into this softness.” “Well, you’re in luck then. They sure aren’t thinning any”, Paul snickered, “I think the hair on my head might be migrating there in fact”. He could hear Hugh chuckle and felt a light encouraging pat on his hips.

Paul turned away from the mirror and walked slowly to the small kitchen cabin in the corner of the room. “Always hated shaving any of that off for those spore drive ports, just so you know.” he could hear Hugh’s voice commenting back at him. Paul was replicating his morning drink. “You won’t mind me saying then, how glad I was to get those off eventually”, Paul conversed in his head as he watched the replicator form a cup of tea.

“Of course not, Mushroom”, Hugh sounded to respond from the bed, “we’ve been through this many times. You don’t need to feel sorry for getting rid of those.”

“Yeah���” Paul muttered as he walked back to the room with a fresh cup of tea in his hands, “it just felt then like I was throwing something of you away”, he thought sitting down on the bed, “I know it’s silly.”

“It is. You know I wasn’t too keen on those things ‘hogging’ your arms either”, Hugh let out a little laugh, “and you really haven’t thrown any of me away.”

Paul looked sheepishly down to his tea. He knew what was coming.

“Don’t you think you should?” Hugh asked with a slight hint of worry in his voice.]

- Becalmed

A short, based solely on the premise of the discomfort of the augmentations:

[ Hugh wakes up to it again. To Paul’s arm wrapping around him. Dang, it used to be one of the best feelings in the mornings to wake in the safety of his Honey Mushroom’s manly arms. Now, there’s often this unforeseen complication. And Hugh has in part himself to blame for it too.

“Mushroom”, Hugh tries to carefully arouse the sleeping man’s attention by shaking him a little. He gets no response.

“Honey, can you move your arm a bit”, Hugh tries a little louder and attempts to wiggle himself from the man’s grip, but Paul just mumbles something in his sleep and won’t move. The arm wants to hold on to Hugh. Dammit. He loves it, but just not like this.

“Paul!” Hugh makes no attempt to discretion anymore, “will you let go of me!”

“What!?” Paul wakes up shouting irately at the abrupt wake-up call.

“Your damn augmentation is boring into my hip again”, Hugh lets the understandably agitated response get to him and snaps back in equal tone, which is far more harsh than necessary.

“Well, who the fuck’s fault is it, it’s there!?” Paul huffs back, fiercely as only provoked Paul would - even when half asleep, like he is right now.

“I know, I know. And you’re very welcome, by the way”, Hugh sneers, “just move it”.

“Fine!” Paul scoffs and yanks his arm to his own side of the bed, turning his back to Hugh as he does so. Hugh turns back to face his side as well.

The doctor then immediately feels regret for having gotten so agitated. He’s upset for the situation - lamenting over losing those comfy arms for the good of this ship -, not mad at the man.

How difficult for the man himself it must be to adjust? And Paul hasn’t once complained. Oddly so.

Hugh had just let his own less than satisfactory wake-up ruin Mushroom’s morning as well, hadn’t he?

“I’m sorry, Paul”, Hugh turns to look at the man over his shoulder,  "I didn’t mean to yell. I’m not upset with you".

“I know”, Paul’s sleepy voice sounds faintly somewhere behind the man’s back. He’s not turning back around.

Hugh worries his outburst might scare Paul to thinking twice before embracing him again. And he loves his cuddly Paul.

“Of course you’re still welcome to snuggle”, Hugh assures Paul, letting the regret sound in his voice.

But the man doesn’t hear him, he’s fast asleep again. And Hugh’s bed feels that much emptier without the safety of his man’s arms around him.]

- Losing Your Arms

From one, which references events referenced on screen, namely the introduction of the (preliminary) augmentations by revealing them installed on Paul’s arms:

[ Maybe it had indeed been but a dream after all. Like all of this. Perhaps like all the other times he remembers too. Those instances when they had been somewhere quite surprising - and admittedly quite exciting -, getting distracted by each other from their intended tasks.

Like, when at the Medbay, setting up these brand new spore drive ports on his arms, for a brief stolen moment before the evening shift had arrived to relief Hugh.

Indeed, occasionally he had been back as they were in the middle of hurriedly moving that task to their quarters to follow up on those distractions. Like they must have done just now, judging from the state in which their clothes lay scattered around the room and by the selection of tools haphazardly laid on the coffee table next to them. Like they ever really had any intention to use those once here on this couch.

Paul regards the augmentations on his forearms.

He’s getting a lot of extra orientation practice to the devices through these repeats however, Paul muses. Would Hugh notice anything? Will Mushroom have hard time explaining to the doctor after all of this, how he’s so well adjusted to these things so soon after installation?

He realizes this right now as he catches himself cursing them, positioning his arms so that the ports wouldn’t chafe against their bare skins. Is it too late to rethink these apparatus?]

- Come Again

From one, where Paul regards the augmentations at Hugh’s wake:

[ Paul remembers wrapping his arms around that waist each and every night.

He shifts his arms. The spore drive ports on his forearms, beneath the layers of sleeves, suddenly feel so alien again right then.

It’s not his first time in civilian clothing with them (thanks to his insistence on own comfort wear out of the uniform), but it is the first time with them off duty, since he’s off the ship. And they feel grossly out of place in these Earthly settings.

Hugh too had come to dislike them - his own invention - as soon as it had become apparent how they were an obstruction between their embraces.

Paul should get them removed, if they’ll no longer serve a purpose.

He takes his hands out of the pockets, folds his arms over his chest and goes back to staring across the room with what must appear quite a stern look.]

- Honoring One’s Heart

There was also one about the conceiving of the idea of the augmentations, where, however, the bother factor was not yet in sight:

Doctor, Not an Engineer

And this one, which doesn’t technically count for similar 'shared bother’ reasons either, perhaps, but is a whole narrative very much build around the inconvenience of the augmentations:

Performance Issues

Plus, couple saucy ones, which I won’t list here, lest I actually ever want to share this post *ha* More below:

While at it, (and, perhaps more importantly) here are the narratives build around the idea fact (!!) of Paul living with Hugh ‘alive’ in his mind after the death - in narrative order (some already featured above, too). Hardly captured by a single quote, but for a taste:

[ He had finally heard it. The voice. Hugh’s voice trying to calm him down, “Paul. You need to let yourself be upset. You need to let the tears come.” ]

- We Are Undone, But Soldier On

[ ‘Honey? Are you drunk?’

A delightful, relieved curiosity filled Paul’s mind momentarily as he peered into the darkness of the room wide-eyed, to see where the gentle, familiar voice calling him out was coming from.

Then he remembered, and with a loud, derisive scoff sank back into his darkened state of mind, slumping back down on the couch.

“So fucking what!? If I am.” ]

- A Better Man

[ None of this should matter. Not the suit, not the event, not the crowd. Paul is not here, and Hugh is not gone. Not yet anyway. They are still very much together, and just about to leave somewhere off by themselves, once done with this circus. To enjoy each others’ company somewhere away from all of this dreary pretend. Such a presentation, and for whose sake? “You don’t mind, if I’m not honoring you in accordance to the Fleet standards, do you?” He still gets no response. Hugh hasn’t talked to him since Paul disembarked that cursed ship. He’s still here though, isn’t he? Paul would surely feel it, if the man left.]

- Honoring One’s Heart

[ “Yes. We are too damn young to be thinking about retiring yet.” Paul said and turned to look by his side instinctively, only to see there was really no-one there, of course. He let out a little huff and smiled to himself. Then turned back to face the beach in front of him, and paused to think again. “It will surely be painful to be near it all on the Discovery”, his mind went on, “but I’m not quite ready yet to let go of what we had there either”. “Our only home together?” Hugh came back beside him. “Our first home together”, Paul specified, “so far…"]

- First Home

[  “Dear, I’m home”. He can just imagine himself standing there at the door of their cabin, staring into the empty, cold room that used to be. All the pleasant memories now tainted. How exactly will this be helping him to get over? “But please, do remind me again”, Paul whispers to himself, and hears a heavy, sympathetic sigh in reply, as if preparing itself for telling him of all the ways he’s doing the right thing to move on, and how it’s proud of him for not giving up, and how it supports him, and all that fucking sentimental nonsense, it’s had to tell him already, over and over. And which yet Paul needs to hear. To keep faith. To not forget. ]

- Watching Over You

[  “Hmh”, Paul shrugs, taking in the thought, suddenly a slight twinkle in his eyes, “…but I have too much ‘unbridled passion’ you say?” he then yields, disregarding his persistent gravity, as he apprehensively turns his playful smirk at Hugh, readying himself for this blessed dream to end short. But the man stays here. Startlingly, staring right back at Paul’s surprised gaze with almost haunting clarity. Paul’s grip on the newly corporeal man tightens in a moment of incredulity. For the first time in weeks - but which feels like a year - Paul is able to see the man, to look into those loving eyes again, bathe in that radiant smile, and respond to all of the emotions he now thirstily reads from the man’s beautiful face. And fuck, if there aren’t tears on Paul’s own. The man really is right here.]

- Passion of a Vulcan Like Mind

[ He could feel Hugh’s gaze on himself. “You realize, you actually wanted me gone today?”, he heard Hugh speak out gently, “I got in your way”.

Paul’s smile turned to an anguished frown. The tone of understanding in Hugh’s voice hurt him. “Never”, he attested firmly. He lay there as still as possible, staring at the ceiling, afraid to move too much, or turn to glance at his side, lest it chased away this sensation of Hugh beside him.

“You are being stubborn again, Mushroom”, Hugh whispered with a hint of worry in his voice, “why do you still cling on so desperately?”. He was so close Paul could almost feel the breath on him - or was that the sea breeze perhaps - “You said you’d be okay, if I left - why won’t you let me then?”]

- Becalmed (alt)

[andinewton]

I, P, and W for Saeran. Please and thank you! 😘

Oh boy, this one ran away with me!  I managed to integrate the three together so hopefully they make sense!  But be prepared for a lot of reading!  (also I haven’t edited it and it’s just past midnight here so I’m going to bed!  I have no idea how bad it is on typos!)

Remember though, kids, it’s NSFW so no under 18′s under the cut thank you!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Saeran hasn’t had the easiest of lives and intimacy is still new to him, of any kind.  You remember once raising your hand to high five him and he flinched, which was when it really sunk in that this man really needed all your unconditional love and that everything would be at his pace.  You start with just holding his hand when you’re in private, slowly stroking his skin with your thumb.  It takes a few weeks but you know it’s working when you’re watching a movie and he does it back.  After that you started to notice more little things that proved his confidence was growing.  You would cook together and he didn’t try and get out of your way when you needed something in a cupboard he was standing next to.  He responded quicker when you hugged him, his tentative arms wrapping not fully around you but just far enough to rest on your back.  This soon increased to him cuddling you closer, encompassing more as each week passed.  You knew your gentle efforts had been successful when he fell asleep with his head on your shoulder, his gentle breathing ruffling your hair.  You could have cried.  It meant so much to you that he trusted you to be so at ease around you.  He had his own room and he slept alone, and you understood that he felt at his most vulnerable when sleeping.  This was big progress!

Slowly, you got closer.  It began accidentally when you automatically kissed his cheek when you left on an errand.  You completely missed the stunned look on his face as he stood in one spot for several minutes trying to process what had actually happened.  When you came back you noticed he would flush pink whenever your eyes met and you wondered what could have happened.  You decided to leave it until after dinner.  You set about cooking and it was only when a clumsy kiss was placed on your cheek that you realised what you had done earlier.  Your look of surprise was almost identical to his and you quickly silenced his apologies, thinking he had upset you.  You assured him it was nice, amazing in fact, and that he could do it whenever he liked.  This made him flush again but he did smile the entire time he was preparing the salad.

It was another couple of weeks before you shared your first proper kiss.  You didn’t count what happened at Mint Eye because Saeran wasn’t quite himself, and when you did you were planting a row of flowers in the small planter he had on the rooftop.  It just sort of…happened.  One minute your hands were in soil, the next soft, sweet lips were pressed to yours and you were staining his white shirt.  Saeran began to realise that there was more to physical intimacy than he had been led to believe at ME, where it was use or be used.  He had been used enough time that he knew he never wanted you to feel that way, but he also knew that physicality was a natural progression for a relationship.  He loved you, he knew he did, but how did you move things forward when your only experience was harsh and degrading?  So he did the only thing he could think of.  He asked his brother.

Seven wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.  His baby brother (shut up, Saeyoung, I’m only minutes younger than you!) was all grown up!  After a false start of ‘when a mummy and daddy love each other very much’, Saeran’s reaction to which was to tell Saeyoung on no uncertain terms that he should go fuck himself, Saeyoung was somewhat useful.  The advice he offered was practical yet also thoughtful suggesting Saeran talk to you about taking your relationship to the next level and to admit his inexperience.  The next problem was when Saeran decided to bring it up as you were taking a sip of Dr Pepper.  Not only did it go up your nose but you sprayed it all over him.  Once you both cleared up and you could breathe without it burning, you were able to have an adult conversation about what you both wanted.  You were more than delighted to hear that Saeran wanted to move things along and you assured him that whenever he was ready you would be there for him.  His sheepish reply of; ‘What if I’m ready now?’ Had your heart pounding and other things throbbing in a whole other way.  It took all the willpower you had to suggest to him that you take it slow and get to know one another’s bodies before committing.  That didn’t deter him, he asked when you could start.  10/10 for enthusiasm!

That’s how you ended up in his room, sitting on the side of the bed with him, trying to work out where to start.  Eventually you asked if he would mind you taking the lead, and when he shook his head you kissed his cheek with a smile and straddled him.  You told him he could touch you anywhere he wanted to and that you would tell him if you didn’t like something and that he should do the same.  It was important for you both to get something out of this.  He nodded, his eyes slightly wide, his lips parted as his breath fell faster than normal.  His hands settled on your waist and you took that as a positive, leaning forward and kissing him softly.  Introducing him to heavy petting was definitely a rewarding experience.  You took things slow, asking him if he liked certain things, if he would like to try them on you, and you quickly became aware he was a genius with his lips, teeth, and tongue.  Your neck was peppered with little red marks before you suggested reclining on the bed for comfort.  Saeran was up and moving before you got off his lap, laying you beside him and kissing you again.

Saeran froze when his fingers brushed your waist, your t-shirt having hiked up, but when you told him it was okay to touch he quickly pressed his hand to your flesh.  This boy craves intimacy.  It’s like a floodgate had been opened.  He wanted to feel more of you against him, which is when clothes started flying, with your consent of course.  It wasn’t long before you were laying before Saeran in just your underwear, him kneeling between your legs in boxer briefs, and he looked like he had just walked into an ice cream parlour with a spoon and a coupon for unlimited toppings.  His fingers caressed you first, his hands becoming more confident as you offered word of encouragement, touching him with as much reverence as he was you.  He leaned forward and kissed you, your bodies flush to one another, his hips rocking subconsciously against your core.  Honestly, it wasn’t doing much for you, but his kisses were distracting and before you knew it he let out a low moan, shuddering his release with his forehead pressed to yours.

Once he could breathe again he started apologising, but you quickly stole it with more kisses and encouraging words that it was fine and you could start over whenever he was ready, be that now or another time.  You convinced him to cuddle for a little while which made you realise just how much human contact he craved.  Your hands petting him had him settled in minutes and when you offered to help him clean himself up, he blushed but nodded.  Well, it turned out that clean up was all he needed to be ready for round two!  This time you fully took the lead.  You showed him how and where to touch you, guiding his hand over your clit and around your entrance, letting him know it was okay to insert his finger, more if he wanted to.  Having permission to touch you as you lay before him was like a dream come true for him.  He touched, he licked, he explored, but not once did his skin leave yours, even if it was his leg pressed to you.  He needed the closeness, craved it, and you were only too happy to oblige.  The second time he came it was all over your stomach.  He was doing such a damn fine job of touching you that you wanted to return the favour.  Your deft fingers and palm drew him to another peak as you encouraged his fingers to be rougher, taking you with him a moment later.

After that you did a lot more fooling around, growing more confident and intimate together as time passed.  Which is where P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) comes into it.

Saeran showers you with absolute affection as you’re making love, and that’s what it is.  He’s so gentle and takes his sweet time.  This boy doesn’t want any of your sessions to end.  He loves you to sit in his lap and ride him while you’re face to face, looking into one another’s eyes as your bodies meld into one.  He is constantly whispering how much he loves you, especially when he cums, and while he’s slowly becoming a pro at dishing out orgasms, he still sometimes needs reassurances that you’re enjoying what he’s doing, especially if it’s something new.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Oh the wild card!  Saeran learns about food play.  Food and making love to his beautiful girlfriend, what’s not to like?!  He researches the best foods to use, plans a surprise dinner that is delicious but not heavy, with dessert being a buffet of items you could eat off one another.  Wow, did he pull out all the stops!  The meal itself was delicious and when he asked you to join him for dessert you couldn’t take your eyes off the bowls on the bedside of whipped cream and chocolate sauce.  Saeran had obviously thought about this a lot as you were soon on the bed with liberal servings of both drizzled over your body, particularly your most intimate parts.  The whipping cream on your nipples was almost literally the icing on the cake, and Saeran went to work enjoying his personal dessert.  Which would have been great had he not over done it.

You weren’t even half licked when he sat up and let out a shaky breath.  You eyed him carefully, knowing something wasn’t right.  When you finally asked what was wrong his reply was both sad and endearing all at once.

‘MC, would you mind if we stop?  I feel a bit sick.’

Pressing your lips together you told him you didn’t mind, and if it was okay with him you would go and shower off all this wasted sticky goodness then cuddle with him until he felt better, which turned out to be a much better end to the evening than you could have imagined!

NSFW Alphabet!

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(2) A Lesson In Want (Maxwell Lord x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: So, here's the second part. I was feeling soft while writing so that reflected in my writing so I’m sorry if Max seems out of character here...but I hope you enjoy it any way. Also I’m sorry for any mistakes...

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: S M U T, sex.. Max is soft in this because I really wanted a hug while writing this...Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: Two days alone. Two very long days alone. If Max finally submits to his feelings, will he get everything he wants? Will she finally give herself to him?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Epilogue

Call me when you want me baby xx

-(Y/N)

Max stared that the note as he had been for two days since he had been given it. And those two days had never felt longer. For two days, he had be contemplating when to call her. He wanted her. Desperately. But was this all some kind of game? He didn’t wasn’t to give into to the submission she was forcing him into. He didn’t want to call her straight away. Well, he did but he didn’t want to hurt his pride by admitting he was beat by her.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Thinking about that evening. The image of her would pop into his mind at the most inappropriate of times. He would get hard and have to awkwardly excuse himself to sort it out. He didn’t like the idea of walking about his office building with a hard on. He wouldn’t be surprised if people had picked up on his strange behaviour, but everyone was too scared to say anything to him if they did.

So he sat at his desk. Staring at the note. Thinking about her. Wanting to call her. His pride was holding him back. 

But damn, he wanted to call her. He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted her to pour her sweet words into his ear over the phone. He wanted to touch himself while listening to her talk to him, she would be none the wiser to his actions. 

“Fuck” he let out a harsh swear as he slammed his fist on his desk and reached for his phone. He had never dialled a number so fast. He was surprised he had got it right consider his hands were shaking in want and anticipation. He held the phone to his ear and waited. He heard the dull beep sound, only once and then she answered. She must’ve been waiting for him. 

“Mr Lord, how nice of you to finally call me” she teased down the phone. He had to swallow down the groan that formed in his throat. He couldn’t give in that easy. 

“(Y/N)...” he choked out “you told me to call you when I want you. Well, I want you” 

“You do?” She questioned “I’m surprised you managed to last as long as you did. I thought I would’ve had you knelt in front of me by now” 

“You think I would kneel for you?” He grunted. Testing the waters to see how she would react to his cockiness. She didn’t react well.

“I know you would. And you will” Her voice was stern and commanding. He felt like he could come undone right there and then, but he didn’t. “You know you will” 

He did know he would.

“Say it for me baby” her voice dripped with innocence. She was driving him crazy “say that you will kneel for me” 

He swallowed down his pride, his eyes flicking to his office door to make sure it was shut so no one would hear his confession of submission to her “I’ll kneel for you. I’ll do anything for you” he told her. He could practically hear the smirk on her face. 

“There’s a good boy” he shivered at the name she called him “how badly do you want me, Mr Lord?”

“So badly” he answered immediately “I want you desperately (Y/N)” he began to shift uncomfortably in his chair, he wanted her to touch him again. He just wanted some kind of friction so he could have his sweet release.

“Well, as much as I would love to have you screaming for me. Begging me for release, I’m a little busy at the moment”

“Wh-What?” He stuttered breathlessly “no!” 

“Yes. What did I tell you baby? You need to learn a little patience. But don’t worry big boy, I’ll give you exactly what you want tonight. I’ll even dress up real nice for you. Would you be happy with that?” 

“Fuck, yes (Y/N)” he moaned 

“I’ll meet you at your place then. At 9. See you then lover boy” the line went dead and he felt dizzy. She had worked him up good and she hadn’t done anything to him. He was in deep.

“Fuck”

That day could not have gone any slower. It dragged on and it pained him. Three times he had to relieve himself from the thought of her. He could hear her voice in his head. Her dirty words were imprinted in his brain. He was thankful for it, it gave him something to get off to, but he also hated it, hearing her voice at times when he really shouldn’t. 

And then when he was finally home, all he could do was stare at the clock, watch the time slowly tick on, no matter how much he glared at it, time would not bend to his will. He would just have to wait.

He would just have to be patient. 

He tried to occupy himself by reading through paper work but he had finished that too quickly. You would think that in his grand estate he would easily be able to find something to pass the time, but when you live alone, what good is have a massive house if you have no one to share it with. 

It got to the point where he could do nothing but pace around, glancing at the clock. It were as if it were teasing him, going purposely slow to really teach him the lesson that she kept enforcing on him. He hated it. He couldn’t be patient. He wasn’t use to having to wait as long as he was for something he wanted. He would ask for something and a number of people would race to get it for him as quickly as possible.

But no one else could give her to him except her. 

The clock let out a low dong as it finally struck nine. And there was a knock at the door. 

He raced towards it and paused for a moment. He composed himself, taking a deep breath in through his nose and letting it back out through his mouth. He straightened his clothes. His “causal” wear consisting on a plain dress shirt with a few button undone and some dark trousers. Not very causal. 

His hands shakily reaches out to his door handle and pulled it open. It was her.

Her back was too him, she was staring out into the cold night. Her hands were shoved into her winter jacket that covered her body. She let out a breath, fogging from the chill. “(Y/N)” He said making her turn to face him.

“Mr Lord” she created with a nod. She noticed her shiver slightly and he stepped to the side to allow her inside. She smiled and stepped into the threshold of his mansion. 

“Shall I take your coat?” He asked. Ever the gentleman. His hands reached to her shoulders but she shook her head, sending a soft smile his way. 

“I’m a little cold, so I’ll keep it on for now, if that’s okay” her voice was quiet. Something was different about her. She seemed...friendly. Not that she wasn’t already, just, now she seemed more open with him. Her voice was a lot warmer than usual, it was less smooth. She sounded a lot sweeter, a lot kinder. She just seemed happier almost. 

He nodded at her request “I have a fire going if you wanted to warm yourself there” he lead her into his living room where his large fire place was blazing bright orange. 

She let out a soft gasp as she stood in front of it, holding out her hands to warm them from the heat. He pulled a blanket from his sofa a laid it out on the floor in front of the fire. He sat down into it and took her hand, pulling her down to sit with him. 

He admired the way her skin glowed in the flickering orange light, how it perfectly outlined her body, how it so perfectly reflected in her beautiful eyes. Her smile had not left her face since she entered his home and he adored it. He adored her. 

He lead forwards and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. An action that shocked both of them. “I’m sorry” he apologised quickly when she turned to look at him with wide eyes. “I don’t know-“ 

She cut him off by pressing a kiss to his lips. It was a soft kiss, but a loving, warm kiss. “You missed” 

He smiled and kissed her again. His arm circled around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She got onto his lap, straddling his waist, her hands on his cheeks. Both his arms were now around her waist, his hands trailing up her back as she kissed him.

His tongue swiped across her bottom lips and she happily allowed him access into her mouth to explore. Their tongues danced with each other in her mouth, a soft hum coming from her when his hands caressed her hips. She pulled back from him and pushed him down onto his back. 

He watched with hungry eyes as her hands skilfully unbuckled the belt of her jacket. She slipped it off her shoulder and threw it to one side.

He couldn’t breath. 

She wore nothing but a set of lilac lace lingerie. He couldn’t help but gawk hat her body being perfectly framed by the light of the fire behind her. She was a goddess. He sat up straight. He paused for a moment, his mind was dizzy, he was frozen for a while. He admired with his eyes and his hands every curve of her body. Every inch of skin, he claimed. And she let him. She was his and he was most definitely hers. 

“You came here in just that? In this weather?” He asked her quietly, his head tilting up to meet her gaze. 

“Well, I told you I would dress up nice for you” she smiled “I didn’t want to disappoint you Mr Lord” 

“You could never disappoint me” he whispered. He began to place gentle kisses on the soft skin of her chest. She didn’t realise he was capable of such softness. He gave off the impression that he was rough all of the time, he was quick and harsh in his love making. But she guess that he didn’t make love. He fucked.

“Please, just call me Max” he whispered to her, his lips making their way to her neck. “Do you still want me to kneel for you?” 

She let out a quiet groan and pulled his face out of her neck. “You’re already at my mercy. I didn’t even need to ask for you to touch me” 

“Because I want to feel you (Y/N). I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel” he whispered breathlessly to her. Her silky smooth tone was slowly creeping back into her voice. He was slightly disappointed, he rather enjoyed the soft moment that they shared, he enjoyed seeing that warm side of her, but he had that memory in his mind. He was okay with getting a little rough now. 

She pressed her lips to his ear and made him shudder slightly “And how do I make you feel?” She asked in a low tone. 

“So good” he answered her immediately “so so good” 

“Describe it to me baby boy” she smirked. She nipped at his ear and pushed him back down onto the blanket. She began to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt. His breath began to pick up in anticipation “are you going to tell me baby?” She asked him. 

“Uh-Uh” he stuttered, swallowing thickly as she pressed a kiss to each new piece of exposed skin. “You-you get me so h-hot” he began, he felt a little embarrassed talking to her like this. He was used to hearing the girl say these things to him. “I get so hard just listening to your voice...I k-keep thinking about that evening at the p-party. S-seeing you on me like that...god I have to keep leaving my meeting to touch myself” 

“Really?” She said to him. She slipped off his shirt and her hands roamed his bare chest. He loved it. Her hands were so perfect against him, better then he ever imagined them to feel. “You think about me when you touch yourself baby boy?” 

“Yes...you’re always in my mind...I can’t escape you...I’m always thinking about you. I’m always coming to the thought of you...the thought of all the things you’d do to me...” her hands moved lower down his body. She dragged down the zip of his trousers and tugged them down his legs, throwing them to the side with her jacket and his shirt.

“What kind of things would I do to you Max?” He loves the way his name sounded coming from her sweet lips. He couldn’t wait until she was screaming it underneath him. 

“Touching me...sucking the head of my dick...grinding yourself onto me...god..I could feel how wet you are in my thoughts...how your panties stick to you when you rub yourself on me” her hands gently stroked along his thighs, getting agonisingly close to his dick and then pulling away again “a-and then...being inside you...fuck you would be so wet for me...I could slip right it. Seeing you face as I stretch you out...hearing you moan my name as I fuck you...” 

She hummed and licked up his shaft through his boxers. He drew in a sharp breath and his hips thrust up against her. “Is that what you want?” She asked him quietly, her hand now rubbing circles onto his crotch “I said I would give you exactly what you want” 

“Yes...I want that...I want you...I want to fuck you” he panted 

She kissed up his body and kissed his lips again “okay baby” she whispered to him. Their lips moved against each other in perfect sync. His hands were desperate against her hips as she slowly began to drag her self across his crotch. He grit his teeth and let out a groan as she whimpered. “God baby, you’re soaking through onto me” 

“It’s what you want right?” She whispered against his lips before letting out another whimper. He nodded and reached his hand up into her head, holding her face against his in a deep kiss. Her hips began to pick up their pace, her whimpers now turning into moans as the tip of his length continuously brushed against her clothed clit sending bolts of pleasure up her body. His other hand came down onto her ass in a sharp slap. Her hips jolted and she let out a quiet scream as her lips parted from his, her forehead resting against his. “Max, it feels so good” she said, her eyes sliding shut.

“Are you gonna come?” He asked, his words hitting her face as he gripped her ass tightly in his hand, it was sure to leave a mark there but she didn’t care, the more marks he left on her the better. 

“Yes...do you want me too?” She asked him.

“Yes...come on me” he groaned.

She nodded and a few more thrusts later her climax washed over her body, making her shake violently at first, as if she had been deprived of such pleasure for a long time. He took note of this but thought not to say anything in that moment. She kissed him again and quickly slipped down his body, pulling his boxers down and letting his hard length spring free. He sat up slightly but fell back down to the floor when she took his tip into her mouth. Her hand pumping the rest of him. 

“Oh...fuck (Y/N)” he groaned loudly, his hand fining it way back into her hair, holding her down on him. Her tongue swirled deliciously around his head. His world spun. He couldn’t get out any words. Only broken and strangled moans leaving his mouth. This time it felt different, it felt so much better. “I’m-I’m going to come...” he managed to get out. She didn’t stop this time. She only went harder. Her hand squeezed him and he came into her mouth. His hips jolting up into her. His mind went white with hot pleasure and he let out a strangled moan of her name that was sent straight to her core making her moan against him before releasing his member with a slight pop. 

She lifted her head and he watched as she swallowed his come. A dirty smirk plastered over her beautiful face. He couldn’t help but let out the most pathetic noise he had ever made. He could feel himself getting hard again at the literal fire in her eyes. She was looking like the devil and he was happy to sell his soul to her.

She straddled his waist again. Her hands going behind her back and undoing her bra. She peeled it off her body and then made quick work of removing her panties and discarding both items to the growing pile of clothes beside them. “Fuck” he let the swear slip past his lips as he sat up. His face immediately was at her chest. His hands at her back, holding her as close to him as possible as he suck on her perky bud. She moaned softly and threw her head back, her fingers gliding through his soft hair. 

“Oh Max” she whispered as he swapped sides. He released her nipple and trailed his kisses up her chest, sucking briefly on the skin of her neck, making sure it left a mark, before kissing her lips again. “How do you want me?” She asked him

“What do you want?” He asked her, his kisses were placed all over her nose face and upper neck. For a moment she was too lost in the feeling to answer but when she felt his dick nudging at her wetness she answered.

“I want..” she breathed “I want to ride you...I want you to h-hold me like this...while you make love to me...” 

“Make love to you?” He smirked, biting her neck slightly making her gasp. 

“Please...” now she was the one begging “please make love to me Max” 

He could’ve been cruel and denied her of her wish, he would’ve if it were any other woman. He would sit back and watch them squirm in want of having their release but she wasn’t any other woman. She was his woman. And all he wanted to do was love her. 

He moved his hand between their bodies, slipping his hand between her legs and rubbing along her slit a few times. He groaned at how wet she was and then he took his member in his hand and aligned it at her entrance. His other hand slipped to her waist and carefully pulled her down onto him. He watched in awe as her face twisted at the pleasurable stretch he was putting her through. Her mouth fell open and a delayed moan left her lips “Oh fuck Max...you’re so big” she painted as she began to bounce on his length. 

“And you’re so tight...” he groaned against her neck “so fucking tight” 

“I-is that okay?” Her voice was small, almost inaudible if not for their closeness. 

“Baby, it’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect” he moaned. One of his knees bent behind her to give her something to steady herself in if she needed to. He placed kisses all the way along her chest and up her neck. He wanted to go faster but she wanted him to make love to her. And to Max, making love meant going slow. He gradually began to meet her thrusts with his. 

“Am I what you imagined?” She asked him. Her seductive tone flowing back into her voice. “Is this what you thought of when you would touch yourself baby boy?”

“You’re so much better” he moaned loudly “so much fucking better then I could ever imagine...fuck you’re so fucking tight...you’re so wet...you’re so fucking good baby” her forehead came to rest upon his. Their hot breaths fanning against each other’s faces with every thrust. Eventually she had let him take the lead. He thrust sharply into her continuously, each time electing a sweet and loud moan from her lips. “You’re so beautiful (Y/N)...so fucking beautiful” 

“You’re so good Max...” She panted into his ear “so good for me...and you’re all mine...aren’t you” it wasn’t a question. It was a statement. She knew he belonged to her. She knew he was happy to be hers.

Her words only encouraged him to go faster and harder “Yes (Y/N), I’m all yours...only yours” he pleaded with her.

“Max...I’m going to come...” she whimpered to him. Her hands gripping his hair tightly. 

“Me too” he groaned to her. His hips were fully off the floor and slamming into her making her scream.

“Max!” She cried, her walls clenching around his dick, pulling him closer and closer to his edge. She slammed her lips against him in an attempt to silence herself. But it didn’t last long. His hand wormed it’s way between their sweating bodies and began to rub tight circles on her clit. Her lips fell from his and she let out a quiet scream. Her head falling to his neck as her climax hit her like a truck. She made a noise that he could not describe. But he loved it. So much so that it sent him wild and he came inside her.

His thrusts began to slow down until they came to a complete stop. The two stayed connected for a moment. Their hot bodies pressed tightly together. His living room being filled with the sound of heavy breaths, whimpers and the soft crackling of the fire. 

He slowly lowered them both to the floor, she was still above him, her face buried him his neck and her knee digging into his waist. “Fuck baby” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her head. She didn’t respond. He rolled her over and she whimpered when he pulled out of her. Her body curled up. He pulled the blanket out from under them and covered their naked bodies in the thin fabric. He laid back down beside her and she instantly pressed her body back against his.

Her head lay on his bare chest which was now set in a more steady rhythm after her regained his breath. Her finger occasionally stroking his skin as she let out a soft sigh of content. His arm was loosely around her shoulders, his own fingers tracing light patterns on her arm. The room now only filled with the soothing sound of the slowly dimming fire, “You know,” he began in a gentle voice “I didn’t think you were real”

“What do you mean?” She asked, her voice also gentle, quiet. 

“You are the woman of my dreams. I imagined a perfect woman, one who I was sure would never exist, yet here you are. But, I don’t know if you are really here. I asked people about you, but no one knows who you are. No one has ever heard of you. And I could never find you. You always found me. So I began to think that maybe you were just a figment of my imagination. I must have one hell of an imagination to create all this” 

She lifted her head from his chest, he already missed her warmth. Her hand moved from his chest to lightly caress his cheek, she held a soft smile on her rosy lips. She pressed them against his in a gentle, loving kiss “I’m real” she assured him. She pulled back and laughed slightly “am I really the woman of your dreams?” 

“You are now” he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back down onto him pressing his lips to hers once again in a deeper kiss. “Let me take you to bed” he offered quietly. She nodded. His arms slipped under her ass as he sat up, he was careful when standing, he didn’t want to drop her but he also didn’t want to stop kissing her. Once he managed to get to his feet, her still safe in his arms, he walked out of the room, leaving to fire to die down on its own, and leaving the pile of discarded clothing where it was. 

He had to momentarily remove his lips from her as she quickly carried her up the stairs but his lips were on hers again as she took her to his bedroom. He placed her onto his bed, she was pleasantly surprised at how soft it was, and of course his sheets were like silk, cool under her heated body making her hum against his lips. 

He pulled back from her and rolled off her body, laying beside her and pulling up the covers. She lifted them against her nose, breathing in his scent and letting out a soft sigh. “I really like you” she whispered, shuffling closer to his body. 

“I really like you too” he replied, brushing a piece of hair away from her eye. 

“Can we do this again?” She asked hopefully 

“That depends” 

“On what?”

“On if you’re going to disappear from me again...like you always do” his voice was quiet and almost sad. 

She lifted her hand to his cheek and gently rubbed his flushed skin with her thumb “I can’t make any promises Max. It depends on the morning. As much as I would love to stay here with you, if my job call me, I have to go” 

“What is your job that you have to disappear on me all the time?”

She was silent for a moment and just looked at him. She could see that he was slightly hurt by her constant coming and going, she also hated having to leave him after every meeting. But she couldn’t tell him the truth of her job. Not yet at least “I can’t tell you that Max”

“What?”

“I would if I could. I would tell you everything about me. But I can’t...to be honest, you shouldn’t even know my name” she shuffled away from him and sat up, she was preparing to leave, bracing herself for his harsh words telling her to leave “We shouldn’t have done any of this. But I like you to much to not do it. I can’t stop myself when it comes to you. You just make me feel so good. Better then anyone ever has. One day, I promise, I will tell you everything...but right now...I can’t...I’m sorry Max” 

There was a heavy silence for a moment but then she felt his warm hands pull her back down onto the bed, back into his chest where she felt so safe. “Don’t be sorry” He soother her, his hand running up and down her back “I believe you will tell me, when the time is right. As long as...this actually means something to you” 

“Yes” she said quickly, her eyes desperately meeting his “it does Max. It means everything to me...” she kissed him again, pouring ever ounce of her love and adoration into him “please...don’t leave me” 

“(Y/N), I’ve waited to long to have you here, I’m noting going to give you up that easy” he assured her. Her face was buried in his neck and soon she was asleep in his arms. Now that he knew she was safe and calm he allowed himself to fall asleep as well. His heart had never felt so full. He had never felt so at peace then he was in that moment. She was truly something. She was truly his.

Should I make a part three?

27/03/20

[hooryayy]

I'm gonna go off on this (deleted) scene because there's so much spaceparents going on in season 3 that begs to be talked about more and also we need new content in the fandom

Btw this scene is definitely canon because this was a conversation they for sure had, whether we saw it or not (as I think is the case with all bsg deleted scenes but that's a post for another day)

So the way this scene is cut to is somewhat abrupt and if yall remember its a continuation of the scene left in the ep.. but what kills me is that it's abrupt because they slip into personal intimate mode so fast, even though they are still doing the "fleet business" thing. And we get to see this slip a good amount between them, usually in public or semi-private spaces with other close working professionals around, but here it's just them in Bill's quarters and it's gentle and loving.. until its not

Bill is 100% on edge leaning in to hang on her reaction and laura is like "thank the gods" and then "ut oh" in a second because our girl can read a room and ever the stalwart starts spitting out short, affirmative facts. Our Easily Emotionally Overwhelmed Admiral sits just long enough to realize he is gonna lose his shit if he doesn't dip out when laura begins to tell him why he should just accept what she did. And he's already in his quarters so where tf will he go? Ah yes, the head but with door wide open, mood: "im overwhelmed and i need to shave Right Now so i can feel grounded in and distracted by something but since you are already here.. please come talk to me"

I think it's hard to say how much of which things he is feelsing about ranging from "i have a dead child" to "i have been lied to about a serious fleet security issue" to "laura hurt people i love in a way i have been hurt" to "laura didn't trust me/shut me out after all we'd been through" but i think i tend to side toward his nature to empathize with the Agathons more than anything, which is where he settles eventually even if the question of trust thing is at play because nothing matters more to him than family.

Okay but laura... knows she has to give him all of her reasons to make sure he knows it wasn't a matter of trust which is why she immediately gets up despite the "im upset" mode of bill. Oh, and she's stupid comfortable with hanging out at the door, having a conversation and making eye contact through the mirror while he is going about his private business, you know, like this happens often. No sense of feeling as if she is invading his space. She's also very physically presenting herself as open, not forceful, but very secure in her choices. It takes her a long time to fully face him which is a way of letting him know she unterstands his feelings in the matter.

She saves the main point of "why i didn't tell you" for last to make him hear her good. It also seems like she knows that's gonna be the big one that matters long term. and her reason was that she knows him sooo well and cared about him enough at the time to recognize how fucked up it would have been to drop this in his lap knowing he would not have been able to be part of or allow it to happen due to his tendency to let his personal relationships drown out his calculating mind (see: at least 6 eps in each season dealing with this exact problem).

BUT she legit spared him this personal turmoil in exchange for a potential bad fallout between them later on from it, like what a selfless babe!! She also knows she has to continue to inhabit that role of making the hard calls and cannot apologize for it, and the tough old bird comes around real quick once she says she's about to leave lol

But of course he's gotta have his say and he's gotta go right for the gut and really drive home the point that she is the cause of some fucked up trauma to really good people he considers family and ughhh they always tell it like it is no matter how harsh

Spaceparents really out here having a hard time at this point. They'd finally got a chance to explore the romance and then the four months of occupation and now they are back assuming power and trying to put the fleet back to "normal" living with the knowledge that things like this gotta pop up every week and it just reminds everyone of those certain responsibilities (which will be addressed a few eps from now) and not that this scene makes it seem impossible to balance bc they actually handle it very well, but it does illuminate the central complication to them more than other scenes or conflicts, particularly because of the intimate setting and their uncertainty about where they are at with each other and they really just kill me yall. 90% of their relationship makes me feel deep sadness at just their separateness and the unfairness of it all

So much of this scene is holding and pacing the energy and none of this would be possible without the absolute brilliance of mary and eddie tbh. They are playing a simple game of catch with each other while their characters are both having important emotional developments... nbd

[scifiwithswords]

34 things i adore about the novel i wrote for nanowrimo when i was 16

for context, i’m currently 23. 

i learned that national novel writing month existed when i was in 8th grade, decided to try it for the first time in 9th. i needed a novel premise that was so self-indulgent that i knew i’d be able to keep my attention on it for 30 days and 50,000 words. the premise i picked can best be described as “jumanji, but with fanfiction.” basically, it’s about teens waking up in their favorite fictional universes and using them as the best playgrounds ever. 

...for a year. the first book, written when i was 14, was about my self-insert Hazel and her best friend Drew getting ripped away from their tragically boring ordinary lives, being dropped in the Doctor Who universe, joining Torchwood, falling in love, and then being catastrophically separated and having to cope with figuring out new universes without each other’s aid. They go on solo adventures, grow as people, and then find their way back to each other. 

Fast forward about eleven months. I’d enjoyed the nanowrimo experience and didn’t feel like i was done with Hazel and Drew. but a story with just them, i felt, would get boring fast. so i added in two new ‘travelers’, auby and daniel, who were originally going to be a beta couple because i was 15 and hadn’t figured out that i was gay and could write gay characters yet. the second book has more self-indulgent fandom shenanigans, but there’s an increasing tension throughout it related to why this whole being-flung-between-universes is happening to them, and whether or not some higher power is responsible. this all culminates in hazel and drew having a climactic argument, daniel leaving the apartment they share on the naruto universe to give them some space and getting stabbed and dying, and then the three remaining travelers being taken to a blank white dimension where they are offered a choice: the lives they’re living now, or almost-perfect ones in the normal world. all three of them choose to continue on as travelers. (this is the book where the relationships get really deliciously complicated--Drew and Hazel are constantly disagreeing over whether there’s a deity responsible for what’s happening to them, Auby is paired with Hazel on her first universe ever and her reaction is massively different than Hazel’s was--her only goal, at the beginning, is to go home. she hurts people on purpose in service of this goal, which Hazel is angry about for a long, long time after.)

That still wasn’t enough. there were still loose ends that i hadn’t sealed, the possibility of a story in the snippets of everyone’s old life that Evelyn (the ‘deity’) in book 2, had appeared in. so there was one more book, written my junior year of high school, to resolve it all. Evelyn turned out to be a traveler who had died. Her partner, Tobias, created his own world to work on getting her back. he brought back Daniel instead, by mistake, and then eventually succeeds. We learn, in the middle of the book, that Evelyn wasn’t the real reason all of this was happening: the true puppet master was her sister Rennie, who had been writing a story where terrible things happened to the people who had wronged her over the years. auby, when she got a little older, had abandoned Rennie as a friend.  Daniel had never become her friend. Drew and Hazel had said some stupid shit to her online. But when Rennie feels the story getting really out of control (when Tobias takes things into his own hands to rescue Evelyn), she decides to try writing herself into it. And into the story she goes. At the end Evelyn is able to leverage her in-universe powers to give the travelers (who call themselves wanderers now, thanks to Tobias) another, less cruel choice: be wanderers with control over their own destinies and destinations, or stay on a nearly-utopian world she’s created for them. Drew and Hazel go, everyone else stays, Evelyn fades away. 

I hadn’t reread these books in many many years. I reread the 8th grade one last summer, looking for clues about what i was like in 9th grade (i’d thrown out all my journals from when i was younger years before, a decision that i bitterly regret.). i decided to reread wanderers (aka book 3) on a whim, and found that it depended so heavily on book 2 that i had to reread the latter half of that as well. 

my major reaction is that the premise, the plot, the relationships, everything--it’s all so quintissentially teenage, in a way that i genuinely didn’t understand it was at the time. the prospect of being pulled from one universe to another, with no control over where you’ll go and no knowledge of when it will happen, was always an allegory for the lack of control you have as a teenager, living under rules and expectations that you had no say in choosing. the fact that being thrown around between fictional universes goes from something the characters love, to something they question, to something they resent. the ways that they grow and change within and between the books, and the way those changes reflect changes that most people go through between fourteen and sixteen. 

so, without firther ado, the list, compiled during my 2018 Wanderers reread: 

1.       Hazel being like “I was braver back then”

2.       Drew being like “we used to like testing our limits, now we were afraid of what we might be capable of”

3.       The complicated relationship between Auby and Hazel and why they dislike each other. Hazel being like “Drew and I worked well with Daniel because he was independent and unique, but Auby was clingy and needed to lean on people. I didn’t like being anyone’s people.”

4.       The general sense of them having no control over the course their lives are taking, and coping with it by leaning hard into their relationships. It’s so teenage and at 16 when I was writing this I didn’t even realize that.

5.       The pacing in Wanderers! The Rennie stuff at the beginning! The stories of everyone hanging out independently or in little groups before they’re all brought to the same location by Tobias’s success! The way we leave off Tobias and Daniel’s story, after their relationship and quest have been explored a little, and immediately when we come back to it, the rest of the kiddos are involved.

6.       The characters unique preferences and thought patterns that resolve themselves so well in first person, why tf did I stop writing this way?

7.       The sweetness and gentleness between Hazel and Drew; how much they love each other. Hazel letting Drew hug her for longer because she’s concerned about how wiped out he looks, the two of them laughing together the first morning in the Forest, Hazel’s (kinda irrational kinda founded) jealousy of Auby

8.       Auby’s very confusing feelings about Daniel, who doesn’t remember the life they could have had together and isn’t the same person as he was when they would have started it.

9.       “It wasn’t fair, and I know life isn’t fair, but this thing was the reason my life wasn’t fair”

10.   The downsides of the AU. Drew felt like the alternate him was a bad person. Hazel didn’t love Drew as strongly. Auby getting almost everything she wants but still pining for the only thing she has now. And being unable to mourn this Daniel, g-d.

11.   “On the nights when I was just getting to bed after not sleeping for a few days, before Daniel, was the only time that I ever allowed myself to think about Evelyn actually being back.”

12.   I haven’t done character work this intense since uh. Since this.

13.   Rennie feeling like a bystander to her own (magical) story. The whole concept of there being a place where her characters are that she can’t describe because she can’t make herself see it. Her seizing back control in the end.

14.   Rennie didn’t realize she was being cruel, she thought she was coping

15.   Fuck did I pour myself into Auby and Rennie’s relationship. As both of them at the same time somehow.

16.   TOO BAD THE LOCKDOWN HAD A PURPOSE also really good pacing. When did I get so bad at pacing

17.   The fucking metaphors. Tobias turning his mind into a ‘drill’ instead of a ‘net’ when he’s mentally linked with Evelyn

18.   “Her voice was like bells, like wind chimes, like laughter. It was larger than life, and there was no problem with that.”

19.   G-d Tobias’s last conversation with the ‘real’ Evelyn

20.   “I hate you, you know,” Rennie said mildly, as though she was informing me that my shoe was untied.

21.   I grasped at threads, responded to what I could understand with the words that I could find. “Rennie, you know that I would never-“ -- “Yeah, Auby, I do,” she said. “Because I wrote you that way. You’re not actually Auby Harris. You’re my Auby Harris.”

22.   The concept of Tobias and Evelyn flying too close to the sun together, and Evelyn paying for it materially, and Tobias paying for it in heartbreak. The sense that they really love each other.

23.   Auby blaming herself for the things Rennie did because Rennie was betrayed by (a different) Auby

24.   Rennie makes room for Auby on the couch and Auby goes to sit on a different couch

25.   That good good serial narrative shit! Hazel’s main internal struggle in the second book being reconciling what had happened in the first book! The ending of the second book hanging like a specter over all of them for the entirety of the third book!

26.   This was the end of the line. This was our happily ever after. But the stories had never left off with the character in his happily ever after jumpy and frustrated, almost craving the intensity of the harsh journey behind him? […] we had always thought of our lives as us against the world, and now there was just…us.

27.   Tobias’s profound sense of loss after Evelyn dies, then him finding a piece of nature that he believes carries her essence, about which he thinks “Calm, and yet bold, breathtakingly beautiful. Yes, Evelyn was here.”

28.   EVERYONE BUT RENNIE HAS BEEN LIVING THIS LIFE SINCE THEY WERE 14 SO ONLY RENNIE KNOWS HOW TO DRIVE

29.   PAGES LONG argument between Hazel and Rennie about whether Marvel or DC makes better comics, interrupted by other happenings on the universe, involving all the major relationships between the characters, they eventually put it to a group vote because everyone else is getting annoyed, it turns out to be a tie because there are only six of them left and everybody loses because Evelyn is dead. Just the way the realization of the results of the vote cuts all of the tension.

30.   Everyone gradually transitioning from calling themselves Travelers to calling themselves Wanderers, and Auby not finding out that’s what they call themselves now until page 120/123

31.   Hazel letting Drew choose whether to stay or keep wandering at the end. Drew’s justification: I need her. She needs it. The fact that that’s softened by his restlessness in utopia like fifteen pages before.

32.   Hazel forgiving Auby, in their last ever conversation, for something that she had done ninety fucking thousand words ago.

33.   Daniel being sure that even though he’ll be okay, Rennie and Tobias will never be over Evelyn’s death. The fact that he starts talking and starts a little memorial service for her—Daniel, who tried his best not to need people, who usually barely speaks.

34.   The fact that the last line is (Hazel asking Drew) “Where do you want to start?”

[cutiepiepotatoes]

Wedding night

Kind of « a lovely meeting » part 2 but can be read independently

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Ivarxfem!reader

Warnings: fluffy smut (very explicit), language

Notes: I do not own any characters. Also it is my first smut and I got really inspired by @captainpoopweinersoldier and @cherrytrinkets but also by @lordavanti so I give them credit for some ideas. Please enjoy and feedback is appreciated! <3 I tag @sereniti9 and @shesafreesoul because you liked the part one but I can take it back!

After the wedding ceremony, a feast was prepared in the great hall. Ivar and you were congratulated by everyone as you entered side by side. Even Aslaug smiled at you because, oddly enough, she liked you since she met you and well, it was nice to have her approval. The night was filled with laughs, cups of ale and an enormous amount of food. You chatted with a lot of people, especially Helga and Floki who were amazing to you. During your conversations, you caught Ivar staring at you and winked when your eyes met, which made you smirk and stuck out your tongue at him playfully. He giggled at it a little while Aslaug watched the two of you. 

“You two are really cute together. It is odd, and between us a bit scary, to see both of you being playful, but it’s nice” murmured Helga with a small smile. 

You blushed and nodded slowly, silently thanking her. Time pass, and finally Aslaug announced that it was time to go home for the guests and only the Ragnarsons and their wives stayed a bit more. Ivar and you sat next to each other and he whispered in your ear “Finally together my love”. You smiled and pecked his warm lips…but you wanted more. You subtly put your hand on his laps and start making your way up, and your hand masses it a bit under the table, just to show him how horny you were and how bad you wanted him. He doesn’t show anything, but when he look at you his eyes betray him. He grins and oh dear, you’re glad to be on a chair or else your knees would have given you up.  

“It’s late, I think we all should go to sleep now.” Ivar said while keeping his eyes on you. 

“Oh come on brother, just say it, you want to consummate the wedding!” teased Ubbe. Everyone laughed while leaving. Aslaug walked up to you and took your hands in hers, 

“I’m glad to have you as my new daughter-in-law. Don’t forget to pray Freya for a child, dear.” 

“I will, Queen Aslaug, and thank you, I really like you as my mother-in-law too. Goodnight” you answered honestly. 

Ivar and you prayed the Gods, he then took your hand and kissed it tenderly. You traced his lips with your fingertips and they were softer, warmer than you expected. 

“Shall we go to our room, my wife?” You loved how the word wife sounded in his mouth. 

“We shall, husband” 

Once in the room, without any need of encouragement you leaned in and softly kissed his plump lips. His eyes closed as you traced his features and his hands wandered on your back and ass lightly. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open with lust, his big blue eyes darker than ever and he lifted you off your feet quickly to put you on his laps, but you still were careful to not wake up the pain in his legs. You both crawled our way towards the bed without losing contact. Once on the bed, your husband’s body was on top of yours. You squealed as your legs were wrapped around his waist, then giggled while squeezing his muscular shoulders. His mouth made his way on your neck, sucking on your soft spot and making you gasped and whimpered underneath him. 

“I want to see your face, little prince” you tried gaining power in a hoarse voice, your breath already uneven. Ivar lifted his head and watched you intensely, staring at your lips, trying not to kiss them and remain more powerful than you, before surrendered and giving in. Everything was slow and soft, but yet magical. It was completely out of character for both of you. You slowly let your fingers twine together while kissing him. Ivar pulled away to gaze at you, a huge smile on your faces. Your hands made their way in his thick hair making him groan a little and leaned down again, with a gentle “I love you” whispered, immediately followed by a strong and intense kiss.

That’s it. That the moment when the fire inside you exploded and the battle for dominance started again.

You wanted to say it back but when you open your mouth, Ivar slipped his tongue and explored the inside. Of course you start sucking it to show your intimidating side but the man wasn’t getting any of it tonight. 

“Trust me dove, tonight YOU will the one whimpering and begging underneath me.” His suddenly harsh yet playful tone made you shiver. 

“Oh hell no sweetheart, not before a battle” 

“You want to fight, woman? Then I’ll bring you war.” 

Both of you groaned and started tiring each other’s clothes apart, like animals. Once naked, he grabbed you hard by the arms and held you still under him, while gently biting your shoulder. You felt your entrance dripping wet by now, and his wide smirk told you he noticed it too. You tried to relieve some of the pressure by grinding up at his very hard erection but Ivar pushed you down with his hips. 

“Damn, you’re needy for a princess” 

“Damn you’re frustrating for a crippled” you answered back with a wolfish grin. 

He chuckled and momentarily stopped pushing you. You flipped him over, straddling him and began grinding against him. 

“Oh by the gods” he panted, partially angry at himself for letting you manipulate him and dominating him 

“I always get what I want, Babyboy” you mused before throwing your head because of the pleasure the friction was giving you. Your moans got louder, your moves frenetic and the first orgasm of the night was growing inside of you. Just as you reached it, Ivar gripped your hips tightly and held you still, the sensation flying away. 

“Y/N, if you don’t stop I will cu-fuck, ohh ughh” lightly, you had grabbed roughly his cock and stroke it 

“I. Am. In. Charge, Ivar”. 

He glared at you and played with your breasts, also roughly. 

“Not for long so treasure it, woman” he spat. 

Both of you stopped everything at that, just holding each other’s stare, waiting for the other to break it and loose. But the more you stared, the wider the smile on your lips grew, and soon you were grinning like two idiots. You laughed while resting your forehead on his and his kissed your nose, making you cringed by surprise. 

“Allow me, princess. Let me do the job and just feel the love, dove. We will both be in charge” Ivar whispered to you, stroking softly your hips. You just nodded, mesmerized by his big blue eyes and the love inside them. 

“I did find my…well, soulmate is the word I believe”, you thought aloud and immediately blushed. He, not so surprisingly, did too and kissed you tenderly. His strong hands lifted you up just to put his length in you, both of you groaning loudly. You unconsciously clenched your walls around him 

“You tease, woman” 

“I can’t help it, I want more of you” and with that you pushed down. 

“Then bounce, love”, you did as you were told while he cupped you breasts and kissed your jaw. 

Arching your back, you moved faster and went further each time. You were already a panting mess because of the pace of the thrusts as he started sucking your nipple and circling with his finger your clit. The place was filled with your moans, so loud that Ivar’s were almost inaudible. You could feel yourself building up to your climax 

“I’m going- ughhhh- I’m going to cu-cum… Oh god Ivar don’t stop, don’t stop!” 

He gripped your hips with his free hand and began to rock them harder against him. He then embraced you, holding you 

“Cum for me, doll, cum for your husband”. You cried out and shouted his name, praising it as the pleasure burst around you. Not even a second after, you felt him cum inside you as he groaned your name, face buried in your neck.

Trying to recompose and slow down your breathings, neither of you moved for a minute, your bodies forming one, so close to each other. When you opened your eyes again, he smiled and nodded towards the bed for you to lay. You got up, both of you wincing a bit, and crawled with him in under the sheets. Your legs tangled with his, laying your head on his shoulder to be eye-level with him. As he drew patterns on your side with his fingers, you gently hummed a melody and whispered an “I love you” before the sleep started to take you away. You heard Ivar saying it back and kissed your head. Smiling, you got closer to him, feeling his heartbeat next to yours, for the first time being so quickly in love with the perfect husb-

Oh fuck, no way.

He snores.       

[dorianfiftyshadesof-gray]

Commentary: Game of Thrones 7x03

-7x03 guys! let's see if I get a broken heart again, shall we? -"Previously on Game of Thrones" *inhales* -Fuck you Thrones! gotta remind me of this little bean dying! -I'm Euron Babejoy's biggest stan. Love that extra cuck -The gentle hum of HBO followed the mighty intenseness of the GoT theme. Love it -Remember when the Bolton sigil was on Winterfell. sad reacts only -hOLY FUCK WE'RE STARTING WITH JON AND TYRION AND DAENY I CANNOT BREATHE! -Missandei is like an air hostess on QANTAS rn -if Davos dies this season, we riot! -Tyrion asking of Sansa. This is what I wanted! -Cheeky bants between everyone's favourite character™ and Jonny Snow -Naw mate, you're a Targaryen -I love Melisandre. She's had such a subtle arc -Varys is acting like such a salty bitch oml -hERE WE GO!! -they're looking at each other this is too much! -soooo many titles... -Daeny fake smiling highkey -He's your granddaddy too Jonny Snow, well great-grandaddy..i think -Daeny is so strong and powerful bless -”believe in yourself”: Daenerys “Rastafarian” Targaryen 2017 -Daeny trying so hard to get Jon to bend the knee with her speeches. Like the Night King is coming for that ass and he doesn't give a flying dragon about who you are and what you think you deserve. -i need Davos as my friend. I need this level of support -i knew they wouldn't get along. -oh shit. Jonny Snow is gonna get locked up -What did Varys say, count me curious -Hey there Celine Theon! lookin like Rose from Titanic -EURON!!! MY PIRATE DADDY YEEEESSSSSS! -"This is making me hard" oh Euron you horny piece of trash you -then again, Yara is my Salt Queen and no one treats my Salt Queen that way -lol "what a twat" true -What's up with all these peasants wasting food like no tomorrow?? -I bet Cersei still isn't going to marry him -Euron just keeps on throwing shade at Jaime every chance he gets -Haha knew it. You get no wifey, Euron -"Advice?" *gives confused look* "Does she like it gentle or rough?" *JAIME TRIGGERED* "The finger in the bum" *JAIME EXPERIENCES A TRIGGERING HE'S NEVER EXPERIENCED BEFORE* -Jaime blinks so intensely the 7 kingdoms almost became 8 -I actually feel empathy for Cersei right now. She really did love Myrcella. Her love for her children is really her only redeeming quality. and I also love how Game of Thrones emphasises how important a mother’s love for her children is, especially a mother’s love for her daughter. -oh shit what's Cersei gonna do -oh shit Cersei did that! -having to sit and watch your daughter die in front of you is pretty harsh, but i think pretty deserved -we gonna see some gold star incest now? -when you say no but she wants the succ -i'd definitely give Jaime the succ. He's sweet sugar daddy -this is like the first time we've seen Cersei and Jaime this intimate. like just looking into each other's eyes. still don't ship it but it's something to think about. -Oh hey there Mycroft acting exactly like Mycroft -Lena Headey is incredible at this whole acting shinding aye -if I had a shot of vodka every time Jon Snow was looking into the distance brooding, i'd be dead from fucked up livers -Jon confirmed top tier brooder by Tyrion -Philosophical chats w/ Tyrion Lannister -Tyrion puts everything into perspective -"Are you trying to present your own statements as ancient wisdom?" me in exams -Lol named after her brother and his uncle -They're both so similar. Little stubborn babies -Let's see how SanSan is doing -Fuck off Baelish -Sansa is being such a wise Queen. I am very pleased with her progress -Once again, Fuck off Baelish -Sansa of the Sass™ -That's some okay advice, I'll give him that -ARE WE GONNA HAVE ANOTHER STARK REUNION!!!!??? -OH MY HEART -i'm crying. i'm gone! -Why is Bran looking calm af while mascara is dripping down my face -"I can't be the lord of Winterfell, I'm the three eyed raven." Bran sounds like he just got back from burning man. -Sansa is me about Bran's storyline like "!?!?!?!?!?" -Is he talking about her goddamn wedding to Ramsay (who i miss dearly partly cause i've recently rewatched Misfits and Iwan Rheon is such a gift) -Sansa getting a Vietnam flashback -Jorah the Explorer has healed pretty quick. He used to look like when you pull the cheese of your pizza and now looks all sexy and scarred. -Jorah the Explorer is an awful liar tbh -well Samwell is fucked -it seems as if everyone's paths have crossed again this season -Hell yeah Samwell! -Slughorn acting like a mum who's son did the wrong thing but was proud all the same -But the mum still doesn't reward the son -Daeny wants to get her dragons out *wink wink nudge nudge* -Please don't let Grey Worm die -Oh my god Tyrion you sewer legend! -*feels relief* Grey Worm didnt die -oml Grey Worm did the sexy taking off the helmet thing -Fucking Greyjoys! always here to crash someone's party -Jaime sure does look good on a horse. He's like the dude from the Old Spice ad! -Oh nice! Highgarden looks super beautiful! and it's probably going to be the last time we see it -"He really was a cunt, wasn't he" Olenna bless -has Jaime got some type of Stolkhome Sydrome? Jaime please listen to reason! -Olenna being all Oprah on Jaime's ass -NO! Olenna can't die! Please no! -Olenna just dropped the mic on Jaime like wtf! -So one of my faves is dead now. Thanks a lot dicks. Until next week

[onelastfic]

Overtime at the Office (SMDR x Reader) Part 2

Pairing: Democratic Republicans x Reader

AN: So part 2 is finally here! I tried my best to make it good and if I get enough positive responses I’ll do a part 3 (though I probably going to make one regardless). I tried to make it kinky as I could with what I had and stay true to the characters’ personalities. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!

WARNINGS: NSFW!!! D/S relationship, Toe Sucking, Submission, Spanking, Oral Sex, Rimming, Rough Sex, Tit-fucking, slight m/m, Language, Just overall smuttieness —————— You sat anxiously in a brown cowhide seat in Mr Jefferson’s office, James and Aaron were roosted on either side of you, their butts situated on the wide armrests. The entryway behind you opened and shut, the lock clicking into place. His delicate strides were peculiarly loud in the room as your nerves conveyed your body to a bizarre and destitute tremble.

Mr Jefferson strolled around before us and sat upon his work area.

“So, Teamwork…” he stated, and started to fix his tie, slipping it out through his neckline and grasping it. “(Y/N), you’ve been working here for about a year now. ” He grinned as he looked at you.

“Yes, sir.” you stated, wringing your hands. Your were still extremely horny, James and Aaron’s teasing still effecting you.

“I’ve been watching you, keeping a close eye on you, and you enjoyed what you saw. ”He gestured to James and Aaron. “Actually, I think we as a whole like what we see.” He looked from James to Aaron.

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Thomas.” James said, beside you, Aaron nodded his own accord, a sly smile gracing his great looking features.

“Excellent, then what I propose, gentlemen and lady, is that we do a few ‘team-building’ activities concentrating on 'collaboration’.“ He grinned, leaning forward and running a hand along your jaw. You felt a uniquely pleasurable shiver go through your body.

“Is that all right with you, (Y/N)?” he asked, lifting your face to look at him. You smiled softly.

"That is fine, Mr Jefferson.” You stated, your voice trembling with energy. You could see the lump in his magenta pants from where you sat, it was essentially in your face.

“Good girl.” He chimed, straightening up and appearing to tower over you.

“Starting now, you will refer to Aaron and James as ‘Sir A & Sir J’ and you will call me ‘Master’, is that understood?” He asked you.

“Yes Si—Master.” You said, quickly correcting myself.

“If at any time you wish to stop, say the safe word, 'Election’. We’ll stop everything and make sure you are okay and after that you will be brought home.“ He pulled the silk tie through his hands, before he got a handle on the tie once more, pulling it through his hand and repeating the steps, as though he were euphorically foreseeing the night to come.

"This first exercise, will be one of trust.” He stated, pulling his tie tight and pushing ahead. Mr Jefferson wrapped it around your eyes, hindering your vision.

“You have to put stock in your colleagues and your manager to recognize what you require.” His voice talked near your ear. You gulped apprehensively and nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Master.” You said, voice scarcely over a whisper.

“Now some matters need to be handled delicately………”

You heard and felt the developments adjacent to you as the men in the room started to strip. At that point warm hands grasped your arms, pulling you upright to your feet. You felt energized, somewhat uncertain yet at the same time you felt protected, confiding in the men around you and your own sensibility when it went to your very own solace levels.

You’re garments was gradually, alluringly expelled until you remained in your bra, undies, thigh-high leggings and high heels. Grateful mumbles escaped from the men as they appreciated your body. Fingertips kept running along the lines of your collarbone, down over the highest points of your bosoms. Three sets of hands touched the trembling skin of your arm and legs, the bends of your butt and bosom, running over the hard buds of your nipples that were still dressed by your bra.

You moaned as you felt lips wrap around one of your wet lace covered buds, while a tongue slowly continued running over the curve of your neck. Your right foot was raised and you felt the heel being removed, the stocking peeled down your smooth leg along with your panties.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt two hands, ones you greatly suspected belonged to whoever’s lips were on your chest, undo your bra, while a different pair of lips kissed your now uncovered foot, the tongue between them slipping out to lick your toes before the lips enveloped your big toe into his warm wet mouth.

You didn’t think that you’d ever have your toes sucked, let alone by the most attractive man at the firm. You never saw the appeal or pleasure of doing it. Holy hell were you wrong, it was such a debauched feeling, scores of stimulating shudders wound inside the lower part of your waist, traveling directly to your wetness.

You panted as the bra was pulled far from your body, the cool air from the workplace’s mechanical aerating and cooling unit making your nipples become harder with excitement. The hot mouth discovered its way back to its objective, sucking, nipping and tenderly gnawing at the hard bud that he had attended to with relish. You shuddered as the mouth at your neck brushed his teeth along your skin, hitting a tender place that made your pussy weep and want.

The man’s hands palm your breasts. He tweaks both your nipples, then soothes. Harsh, then gentle. You’ve done rough, and you’ve done sweet, but never so close together. His soft touches tells you that your surprise expression was noticed. Then he twists harder, pulls at your stiffened peaks until you gasp.

“Lovely,” he rumbles. To escape the pain, you strongly hold the desk’s edge…And it turns him on. It’s sick. Twisted. You love it. He does it again. Your face is burning from the pain, and when your mouth opens in a wordless cry, someone sticks his tongue in your mouth and kisses you.

Whoever it was, he was a good kisser. Soft lips, a firm tongue. Not too wet… just enough so that his tongue slides smoothly between your lips. He explores your mouth, and you moan. Heat races to your center, wetness building. You feel it dribble out of you, and then hands are there, touching your slit, which is accessible because of your pose and groan as each mouth drew your body into a free for all of sensation. The mouth on your neck climbing to your ear.

“……Then there are situations that require a rougher touch to get the point across.”

You hear a slight metallic clank.

“Hold her down,” Jefferson commands, and soon paw-sized hands wrap around your wrists. You frantically look around, silently pleading, but the tie is still covering your eyes, so you couldn’t tell what was happening.

There’s a high whistling sound, and then the belt’s strap smacks across your buttocks. For a moment you didn’t feel anything.

And then the pain hit.

It didn’t hurt that bad, but then the second strike came, a second scream—louder but less surprised—then your wrists were released .

“You will be fucked so damn hard, (Y/N). We’ll make you come so hard and so much that you’ll learn the importance of the word 'cooperation’.” Mr Jefferson ground in your ear. His words making you shudder in sensual expectation.

“Yes… Master… ” You mumbled as you felt his hand come to down, stroking your free breasts, you shook as his hand traveled down over your stomach to the space between your thighs where he slipped his fingers over your sensitive wetness. You heard his moan of gratefulness thundering through his chest while James’s and Aaron’s wet tongues proceeded with their strike on your feet and breast.

“Fellows, we should really get our little sub set up, shouldn’t we?” he stated, running his fingers over your pussy as you groaned your thankfulness.

You were picked up and laid flat on Mr Jefferson’s desk. Your bare skin taking in the coldness of the wooden work area, and heating it with your own inner warmth. Your stinging rear end and wetness left hanging over the end and feet planted the floor.

You felt solid hands lift your hips so that your feet were elevated with just your toes touching the carpet. You felt hands massaging along your back and over the round cheeks of your butt. The touches emitting shudders and shocks of painful pleasure through your body, you groaned, just to be quieted tenderly with a stroke of your hair.

“Quiet now, darling. Let us get to the main event.” Mr Jeffer–Master said.

“Sir J and Sir A will deal with you for some time, while I watch. Then I can have my time with you.” Master’s voice floated away from you as his strides pounded delicately on the floor. You could hear him take a seat on the cowhide seat that you had possessed not ten minutes back. Your hands were taken and tied behind your back, Aaron pressed his lips against your shoulder.

“Let us know if it’s too much or if you want us to stop, (Y/N)… ” he whispered, then drew his tongue over your delicate flesh. You’d had no clue that the three bosses were so dominant, it made your pussy throb with desire as you thought of all the depraved things they wanted to do to your body.

Something you’d never at any point thought you’d do was submit yourself to such sinful delight, but here you were, tied, bound, and twisted over your supervisor’s work area while he watched his two partners set themselves up to utilize you as their sexual plaything. And fuck if it wasn’t one of your most erotic dreams brought to life.

“Oh my god!” you screamed, amazed by the skillful tongue lapping at your wet folds. You yipped in delight and then let it transform into erotic pants as the tongue licked across your labia.

“How does she taste, A?” James asked, and you realized that it must be Aaron who was expertly eating you out and making your legs gooey.

“She has got the tastiest little pussy, J.” Aaron said, running his tongue along your folds again, similar to a man biting the dust of thirst and just your juices could keep him alive. You held your hands together as you groaned, the beats of sensation going through your clit up to your center and back once more, after the long tongue that dove inside your pussy.

You started to gasp and groan as you felt your peak rising.

You felt James moving behind your body, Aaron was stooping between your legs, his nose squeezed hard against the delicate skin of your pussy, while his tongue prepped your body. You could detect the warmth of his breath each time he inhaled out through his nose, he breathed in your sex profoundly with every inward breath. As though he was a man kept from oxygen, he took in your musk. You felt James’ warm hands press against your rear end cheeks, isolating them.

“Such a delightful, delicious looking ass… Remember how I said I would eat it, (Y/N)?” he asked, you could feel him dropping himself down so his face was level with your rear end while Aaron dragged his tongue from the base of your opening to the tip of your clitoris, pushing aside the hood with his tongue to uncover the touchy bud that settled there. You heaved and shouted out with enthusiasm as you felt the climatic surge building.

“Do you remember, (Y/N)?” James asked, his hand ascending from your cheek and after that catching a hard roar as he spanked you. Clearly demanding an answer.

“Yes… ” You ground out.

“Yes, What?” he asked, giving you another harsh slap.

“Yes, Sir J!” You shouted out. You could feel Aaron’s tongue plunging inside you, face-fucking your pussy with energy. You moaned as you felt everything tense up, your midsection, your pussy, your heart, in reality your whole accursed body was shuddering as you felt the climax work to its top.

Right as you came, you felt James’ tongue slide over your butt hole, and more shockingly, inside your ass. You shook wildly, riding the sweet delight as Aaron pushed you over the edge. Your juices spilling out of your sensitive lips and into his mouth, which he slurped at ravenously while James did as said earlier and ate out butt, his tongue slipping past the tight ring. You shouted out over and over as another moment climax tore through you.

Aaron gave your pussy one last lick before he got to his feet. James wrapped up as well, twisting his tongue up inside you and stimulating your insides.

He pulled away and you groaned with the misfortune of losing the touch of his tongue. You heard Mr Jefferson get up from the seat behind you, and quickly felt his strong hands on each of your butt cheeks.

You felt him stand over and run his unpleasant tongue over your back. “A remarkable little moaner and screamer, aren’t you?” he laughed. You felt his hands trail along your back as he pressed his hard cock against your sobbing groin. You groaned, needing him inside you. You could feel his amazing size squeezing against your wanting crotch.

“Ahh, you need my dick do you, (Y/N)?” He asked, his voice brutal with desire.

“Yes, please… ” You yowled.

“Please… what?” His voice had a tone of threat in it

“Please give me your dick, Mr Jeff—.” You said submissively. A belt wallops your ass again, three times in quick succession. You cry out again. “ Sorry….I mean, please give me your dick, Master.”

You felt his hands moving and heard his pants being unzipped and the ripping sound of a condom wrapper. The delicate hisses as he touched himself, expelling his dick from the confines of his attire, lining his cock up with your pussy. Relieved and desperate, you push your hips back; if Master is fucking you, he won’t be able to smack you with the belt.…right?

“Sir J, kindly set yourself up before her, you may take her breasts and use them while I take her from behind.” His words sent a shudder down to your center and your pussy started to sob in excitement once more. You felt the blindfold being removed and you squinted a couple times as the light returned to your eyes.

The workplace lighting had been turned down, outside the cityscape was excellent. Glowing signs and those of the workplaces where the cleaning staff were working were glowing bright. The windows were reflected somewhat, so nobody could see in and watch what you were doing, yet it felt shameful with simply the prospect that somebody may watch what the four of you were doing at the moment.

Your considerations ended up noticeably scattered when Mr Jefferson squeezed the tip of his dick against your passage and ran it through your wet folds, covering it with your juices. You shrieked out a he pushed forward, hard. Piercing you deep.

You felt him poke against your cervix as he hammered in with more force, his voice moaning behind you as James sat on the edge of the desk, your breasts squishing against his hardened rod.

You felt his hands stroke the outside bends of your tits, squeezing against them, squashing them against his dick. You panted as Mr Jefferson drove himself into you, pounding ceaselessly, his balls hitting against your clit as your breasts gave James a decent rubbing.

Aaron, not one to be forgotten, moved up over James’ body, bowing on the desk, his hands are on the back of your head, and slamming his cock into your open mouth. You barely have time to open your mouth before he slams his cock deeper down your throat. He’s even longer than you’d realized, and so deep that he’s cutting off your airway. Though your lips are stretched wide around the base, he continues to force himself into you.

You took it avariciously, your tongue licking at the head as each push of your master’s dick pushed your mouth further onto Aaron’s shaft. For a fast moment he pulls halfway out, then he slams home again. You don’t attempt to control your breathing; he’s not the only one who has aggressions to work out. If you can get him off in a minute or two, that’s perfect. He’ll be down and out, and you’ll regain some composure then.

Your plan was immediately thwarted by James’ hard dick pushing against your cheek, needing some consideration also. You could notice his manly musk just for a moment before Aaron hauls out and pushes your head onto James’ cock. He controls your head on, making you fuck James’ fast, then slow, then fast. Then he shoves your face onto his own dick again, and the sounds of male satisfaction fill the room.

Mr Jefferson slams you hard, forcing you even deeper onto James. All of these men are close to orgasm. You can feel it in Jefferson’s fucking, and you can taste it on the two cocks you’re being forced to suck in shift.

Then Aaron moves back. You weren’t able to see what he’s doing because James is schooling you on his dick. He was humongous and hard as steel. It was one the biggest cocks you’ve ever seen, bigger than your wrist. Mouthwatering.

Miraculously, you were handling three-quarters of it. Though you can’t take credit for it; he pushed himself in there. There’s nothing lovely or provocative about it. You were a choking, gagging mess, and your body continued going firm in frenzy, which made Jefferson fuck you much harder.

“Great job, (Y/N),“ James calms as he releases your head. However, before you can pull away, he tenderly strokes your hair. "Remain here,” he states. “Long as you can. Hold your breath for me, suffer for me.”

So you do what he asks, sucking softly on his cock, attempting to swallow. All that does is massage him further. While your inexperienced with kink at this level, the three men know precisely what they’re doing. They have every advantage. Your not powerless, but rather here, in Mr Jefferson’s costly office, encompassed by your flawless managers. Your… flexible. For security, all you have is single word.

You’d be defenseless before even one of these men, regardless of the possibility that they weren’t so strong. They’re capable, and they’re rich. They could get you, purchase your life, your reality. Or, then again they could take you the way they have, stripping you down, making you suck and fuck them, spanking you till agony swung to delight.

He holds you deep on his cock, and you can feel the softness of the plump head in your throat, the pulsing of the twisted veins, the rigidity of the long, curved shaft. Truth be told, he has a gorgeous cock, both to look at and to suck. And you suspect he knows how to use it, though you doubted you’d ever get to experience it beyond rough oral…until later.

Mr Jefferson pushed himself all the way into your smooth pussy, and he’s not moving. After a couple of minutes, whatever you can feel is the vibe of being full. It makes your legs tremble in expectation…and stress that he’ll stop.

You run out breath yet continue attempting to suck James. With him not moving, you can feel his heartbeat all around your mouth. That is how extended around him you are. You need to satisfy him. It’s the first run through in years that you’ve minded what another person considers, and there’s no clarification for it; not like you had a profound discussion that persuaded you that James ought to be somebody critical in your life.

It was all in the way he fucked your mouth, utilizing you, pushing you far past your limits however gently guarding you to make sure you’re okay.

You groan, realizing that the vibrations in your throat turn him on, push him nearer to the climax that will release both of you. Tears are running down your face. In the event that anybody had strolled in on us at this moment, they’d either start running, or be so damned stimulated that they’d be asking to join you.

Your salivation spilled out of your mouth as you proceeded with the exceptionally sloppy blowjob, behind you, Mr Jefferson growled, your still-bound hands reaching down to caress his abdomen, right above where his cock extended from his delicious body. He groaned harder and pumped with incensed surrender as your tits rubbed the wooden surface in a craze, you felt his cock stiffen, and after that felt his tongue lick your ear…

“Look at them! Look at what James and Aaron are doing while I fuck you!” He quietly commanded as he angled your face with his strong hands. You hadn’t realized that James was also making out with Aaron and pumping him as your mouth pleasured him…No wonder the moaning and groaning was so loud.

You had no clue that James and Aaron had that sort of relationship… it was indeed a night of disclosures. For every one of us.

Mr Jefferson slams into you so hard that you have to hold onto the desk. It makes your legs tremble as you tighten around him. He sputters out a moan as you shout out your climax. You felt his hot cum surging inside the condom, right as James’ voice joined in a rough thunder, his own cum spilling into your mouth. You gulped it down like a good little sub, groaning at the hot, musky taste of it. Aaron came all over your chest and his stomach seconds later. The sticky hot seed covering your skin.

Mr Jefferson pumped himself into you a couple of more times, draining his seed inside you before he hauled out and hurled the utilized elastic in the junk can beside his work area. His hands touching your trembling ass and helping you up. You shuddered with the sensations as your body descended from the peak. Even as James gradually hauls out of your mouth, you need to concede that you felt protected. He has faultless control.

“That was great,” he says. “Not a lot of people can take that much me.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Sir J.” You say, massaging your soar jaw. “But can I have a breather please?”

Before you can ask for a breather or if they’re going for another round of debauchery, Mr Jefferson lifts you up and carries your limp body into his executive lavatory. Inside, it had a shower, which was obviously a perk of being the boss.

You lay in his solid arms, feeling secured and tended to while he turns on the hot water and sets it to an agreeable temperature. He washes your body, dealing with your pussy and ass, before he squeezed you against the tiles and runs his tongue between your ass cheeks once more. You feel his fingers circling the front of your body, slipping into your cunt as he gave you a good rimming.

Your groans were punctuated by little heaves of joy as he made you ride the rushes of rapture that he commanded from your body. When he had completed, he had you poor and aching once more, how much more could you be able to take from these men?

“Are you ready for some more?” Mr Jefferson asks from his position between your legs, his stubble tickling your inner thighs.

You were definitely willing to find out.

[ainabaina]

Cheese and Sugar - Jungkook (F)

Jungkook fluff. Wrote some pretty good shit but the delivery is poor. Hope you like it anyway. Surely there will be mistakes too. 

Unedited.

First fanfiction too. Don’t yell at me. 

6:45AM

Some mountain somewhere

You and Jungkook giggled as you breathlessly made the last couple of steps up the mountain.  Jungkook held a torch in one hand while the other had a protective yet gentle grasp on your hand.  You were both wearing warm attire, with matching scarves, beanies and a snuggly winter jacket that had been left behind by Taehyung at Jungkook’s place.

Jungkook’s long strides made it impossible to rest for even a second, your breaths becoming more asthmatic and harsh. ‘How unfit am I?’ You thought to yourself as you tried to breathe.

When you finally reached the top, a relieved sigh escaped your lips which had Jungkook nudging and chuckling you as if that mountain climb wasn’t a complete bitch.

Jungkook watched the horizon, before pulling you onto his lap and snuggling his face into the crook of your shoulder. You opened the flask and poured the hot chocolate into the small cup and giving it to him. He smiled at you and kissed your cheek, “Thank you baby.”

You stayed caught up in the other’s embrace, sharing the hot chocolate between you. Although, if you had to choose you’d rather be cuddled into your sheets. You couldn’t find yourself to be anything other than happy.

Because right now, you were with the boy you loved. Who made you wake up at an ungodly hour on your birthday just to see the sunrise at the exact time you were born.

“Baby,” Jungkook held your hand as he brought you to a rock and wrapped his arms around your waist. Jokingly, you brought your hands out to resemble wings.

“I’m flying Guk.”

“How cliche and boring,” He teased. You screwed up your face and elbowed him in the gut. But you smiled.

When the sun finally decided to make an appearance, you watched as the colours came to life and you were entranced by how soft and warm the morning colours were. The orange, the pink, the yellow and the blue that got lighter by the minute.

You slapped Jungkook for his attention, only to find he was sleeping on your shoulder. You scoffed with laughter as he struggled to open his eyes.

“Ah, the sun’s up.”

8:30am

Jungkook’s Shared House

The two of you had stumbled home and collapsed on the bed. However, the two of you couldn’t sleep. Begrudgingly, the two of you went through your morning routine.

Jungkook had gone off to shower, while you made breakfast against the wishes of your boyfriend. However, his complaining didn’t sound completely genuine. He loves your cooking more than anything, even though you can only make pancakes with a fuck ton of sugar on top.

It was diabetes in a mouthful. Death by breakfast. Over-indulgence. A kid’s heaven.

But you two loved it, well, for a short while until you needed something savoury or water to wash it down with.

When you finished cooking and the sizzling had stopped in the pan, you plated it on a single plate before dousing it with chocolate, whipped cream, banana and maple syrup. You then cut it in the way you both liked it. Well, kind of. You both agreed to cut it this way so it somewhat satisfied the both of you.

You then brought out two forks and stabbed it into the pancake stack before going to collect your boyfriend from the bathroom.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You yelled as you opened the door to his bedroom, only to see a shirtless Jungkook with a towel wrapped around his waist. You smiled at the sight, admiring his stomach for a second, “Breakfast is ready.”

“You took a while to tell me that,” Jungkook grinned.

“Shut up,” You snapped.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re at that age now where you’re curious,” Jungkook grinned. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t have to be curious, Jeon, I own you.”

He snorted before shoving you out the door.

12:00pm (EXACTLY)

Jungkook’s Shared House

“Baby girl, come with me,” Jungkook grabbed your hand and brought you outside. He shut the sliding door.

“Close your eyes,” He ordered and you complied with a slight nervous smile on your face. You felt awkward and didn’t know what to do with your arms.

You heard a suspicious noise before you were sprayed with water. Your eyes popped open while your mouth dropped. What a dickhead. But he only grinned before dousing his own body with water and the remainder of yours.

“What was that for?” You growled at him, ready to take the sprinkler from him. But, he was both faster and stronger and turned the nozzle to the sky before letting it spray out to make the illusion of rain.

You raised an eyebrow as he looked at you expectantly. You didn’t click at all to what was happening. He shook his head in teasing disappointment before holding your chin. You were so confused with what was happening.

Until it clicked. He leaned it and swallowed your voice. His lips were soft and everything seemed to fit together. And you felt at home, while also being free. You felt like everything and nothing all at once.

He smiled as you finally took the control he was letting you take for the first time. You held his jaw and brought his face closer to yours. You deepened the kiss, while your fingers explored the planes of his face before exploring his neck and the adams apple.

Pulling apart, you giggled at each other. You could see the droplets of water that his eyelashes had caught. You were struck with his beauty, you leaned in and instead of kissing his lips again. You brought his cheek in closer so your eyelashes could flutter against his skin.

He laughed as your eyelashes trailed down to his neck, “That tickles!”

“It’s a butterfly kiss! Where did the sprinkler go?”

“I dropped it.”

“Why?”

“Your fault.”

“You’re unbelievable. Now c’mon let’s go get dried off.”

6:00PM

Fauntleroy Place

You walked out of the cinema with a dazed expression. Characters you had in your head now had plagiarised backgrounds and alternative conversations. You saw future you with cash in your hands and a long list of suitors.

Until you came to reality and saw all you ever needed. The suitors disappeared, the conversations and the histories. The character followed and soon enough, the cash did too.

He didn’t move an inch. However.

He was still here.

You stopped in the middle of the pathway. Earning an annoyed shout from a rude passerby. However, you paid no mind to anyone else.

He looked curiously at you with a confused frown on his face and concern washing over his features, “You alright baby?”

“I love you.”

Surprise fitted over his face before he smiled, “Yeah you do.”

“Dickhead,” You shoved him. But you could see the wide grin taking over his face and his eyes seemed to carry a joyous light in them. He brought you closer in a way that you two fit together.

“I love you baby,” Jungkook whispered.

“You better.”

With that the blue sky turned darker until there wasn’t really a blue sky anymore. Instead, the blue colour opted for something better. Stars.

And in amongst them, your name and Jungkook’s seemed to weave together.

“Let’s go slowpoke! Chop chop!”

8:35PM

MacDonalds

You settled into the car and loved the way the car stereo worked at night. You were completely in love with driving at night.

Jungkook didn’t really understand your fondness for it. But after a while, he came to find enjoyment in it. He had gone inside to collect your usual order of MacDonalds while you turned the speaker up and played your guilty pleasure.

Justin Bieber’s Baby leeked out. Teenage girls looked at you judgementally before shrugging. Jungkook walked outside only to see you jamming to the music. He sighed and walked towards the car.

“Come out,” He urged.

“What is it this time? How cheesy is it? From one to ten.”

“As cheesy as the Titanic scene you showed me this morning.”

You followed him out the car. He turned on the car light and turned the volume even louder. But he changed the song to something that made your body still. He moved you in front of the headlights and it made a silhouette in the long grass in the distance.

He leaned against the front of the car and moved your arms back and forth before creating bigger distance between you as he settled on top of the hood.

“Dance!” He encouraged.

You hesitated but with every encouraging word he made, you let yourself loose and your body reacted normally to the lyrics which made your heartbeat increase and your cheeks reddened.

Jungkook wouldn’t tell anybody, not even you how that look on you made his heart flutter the most. The two of you had history to this song, it was the song you met to, the song that made the meetings  between you become less and less of a coincidence, the song that had you making up after a heated argument.

It was the song that made you two fall in love.

Finally getting to an exhausting point, you pulled him off the hood and you switched roles. You scrolled through his phone before settling on Chris Brown’s Sex. He raised an eyebrow at the song choice.

You grinned cheekily and shrugged, “I’m at the age where I’m curious!”

The playful fire in your eyes made him chuckle, before he smoothly rolled into moves that made your pupils dilate and your smile become a little drunk. You were sure that he had everybody’s attention and at one point, you could hear youthful clapping from a group of teenagers that had formed outside the shop.

He took of his jacket dramatically and threw it at your face. You glared at him but softened up when he pecked the top of your head.

“Let’s get you home before your mum kills me!”

12:00AM

Your House

Your mum had invited Jungkook in, patting his cheeks affectionately before turning towards you and brushing your hair from your face.

“My baby has turned into a beautiful young woman, no?” She wonders. You roll my eyes and hug her, inhaling her scent.

“Jungkook, stay for dinner!” So, Jungkook agreed. But it’s not like he had much of a choice anyway.

Your dad had come through fifteen minutes later and the time stretched out before he said his goodbyes. Jungkook kissed me on the cheek goodnight before your Dad lead him out.

You took your time going through old photo albums and your mum smiled as did your dad before they headed up to bed.

When you reached the end of a photo album, a card was inside.

Our dear Y/N,

Happy Birthday!

I think it’s time to head up to bed now :)

Start from the coffee table

Suspiciously you walked towards the coffee table and stared suspiciously at the note.

Girl! It’s been a while, but happy birthday girly! Let’s catch up soon definitely. Here’s us, do you remember the good old days?

You stared at the picture surprised. It was a photo from the early childhood education centre where you had met your first friend. Who happened to be the girl who had written to you. It was in a frame, even. You remembered a conversation that had struck up between you and your parents about the little girl who practically had your whole attention back then.

You smiled before moving closer to your bedroom and coming to a stop at the little present on the floor. It was a small but easily identifiable present but you smoothed over the nicely wrapped brown paper before opening it and reading the small letters across the front.

You cheered silently at your present and looked at the card on the front to see who had given your present. But, admittedly you had a fair idea already.

For my somewhat daughter. Happy birthday Y/N! From your Aunty Y/A/N, Uncle Y/U/N and your cousins. Tell me what you think of it and I might read it too!  

You nodded, with the thoughts ‘I’m the best,’ coursing through your head as you came into contact with other surprises and each made your heart act differently. But in the end it all made you a bit emotional.

Especially when you reached your grandfather’s ‘spot’. You stilled at the phone, before turning it on and was met with a video. You frowned and pressed play.

Tears pooled your eyes as your grandfather coughed and held the camera close to him and asking if it worked, he pulled the lens away from him, “Hi Y/N, happy birthday! You’re getting very old now. It won’t be too long before we’re the same age. I’m sorry but I’m getting old so soon enough I won’t be here for anymore birthdays, unfortunately, cake is pretty damn good. But oh well, you’ll eat enough for the two of us, won’t you? Anyway I love you and congratulations to being at the age where alcohol is a thing. Oh and also? That boy of yours, I approve of him.”

You laughed. And laughed some more when you stumbled across the presents from the boys. They were small, but they were special and precious. Hoseok had given you a little ring that he made in his technology class he had involved himself in. Jin gave you a small cupcake, which put a smile on your dial instantly. Namjoon gave you a really pretty rose, that was both white and red. Both Jimin and V had brought you a big teddy bear that you cuddled for ages.

When you got to Yoongi’s whose spot was just right outside your bedroom door, you couldn’t help but snort with heavy laughter as you took in his written words that seemed cold, but were actually read affectionately and the letter was long.

Happy Birthday Y/N. I’m glad not only I met you but everybody in this damn group, who knows how badly things would’ve turned out. You make Jungkook happy and less bratty towards us. But he’s still pretty bratty regardless so I’m beginning to think it’s just a personality defect of his. No, but let’s talk about you. You’re a sweet girl and I hope I can celebrate more birthdays with you. Actually with you this time without Jungkook butting in all the time calling ‘dibs’ because he’s your boyfriend. Also, I think you’ve figured out who sorted this whole thing out. You’re a smart girl and he didn’t exactly hide his tracks well. Also who else is this cheesy for you? Anyways, have a good day Y/N-ah.

2:00AM

Your room

You stayed lying down on your bed with a satisfied smile on your lips. You toyed with your phone in your hand before opening it and forming a text.

‘Are you awake?’

‘Yes.’

‘Thank you for today’

‘For what?’

‘Everything. You.’

‘You’re a lot cheesier over text.’

‘Way to ruin it. But I’m being serious, thank you.’

‘No problem.’

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too. I hope you enjoyed today. Oh, and Happy Birthday baby.’

A:N// Realised how terrible it was just now. But it’s like 2 am and I really can’t be bothered tonight.