#where they caught him zipping his pants up coming out of the restroom

[bloodycowboyclub]

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Fun in the Stalls.

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! Welcome to day 4 of Kinktober! This one I could find.

Day 4: Public Play/Sex

Pairing: Brennen Taylor x male reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1543

Summary: your boyfriend, Brennen, teased you during the ride to a restaurant. You get back at him, but he had something in store for you.

I hope you enjoy this! Sorry if it's bad! And sorry for any errors that are found!

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You were examining yourself in the mirror to see if you looked good. Caught up in your daze, you didn’t notice your hot Mexican boyfriend, Brennen Taylor, come up behind you. (Am I allowed to say that?)

Suddenly, you were engulfed by two strong, muscular arms. “AH!” you yelped, scared by the sudden touch. “Boo.” You playfully smacked Brennen’s bicep.

“You almost ready babe? You’ve been taking forever to get ready!” Brennen complained like a little kid. Removing his arms from your waist.

He was wearing a jean jacket with a black shirt underneath. Along with various rings that adorned his fingers. (The picture) Sexy as hell. “I don’t know if I look good!” you said, turning back to the mirror.

“The fuck you talking about? You always look amazing.” Brennen said, grabbing you and twirling you around. “Ravaging, even.” He growled as he moved his hands down your hips.

You giggled at him. “And you too are ravaging,” you said, tracing your finger up his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt and his nice abs. He had amazing abs that made you drool.

“If you keep doing that baby boy, I may have to cancel the date,” Brennen growled in your ear, gripping your hips tighter.

It was a double date, Sam was bringing his girlfriend, Katrina. (Are they still together?)

You smirked at him before rubbing your ass against his crotch. You could feel his bulge growing, “Let’s get going.” you said, walking away from him and going to the front door.

Brennen was dumbfounded, now he had a noticeable boner. “Two can play this game,” he murmured before walking to the front door. And hiding his boner.

He walked outside to see you in the car already. You were on your phone scrolling through TikTok/Instagram/Snapchat/Facebook. He opens the door and gets in himself.

“Where is this restaurant again?” Brennen said with irritation in his voice, you didn’t take notice.

“It’s five blocks from here,” you say to him, getting off the app you were on and looking at the map on your phone.

He started the car and pulled out the driveway. Along the way, Brennen laid his hand on your inner thigh. His large hand makes you squirm, he knows it turns you on.

“T-turn… here.” you stuttered, trying to stay calm as Brennen’s hand began to move and tease you. Like how you did him.

Not long after, y’all arrived at the place. Brennen gets out first and opens the door for you. You giggled at him, but you also had to hide your bulge.

You both walked in and got a booth. You slid in first, followed by Brennen. You both ordered your drinks, and Brennen took this time to place hands on your inner thigh.

You squirm in your seat, and then he moves his hand into your pants and begins to play with your hard cock. “Ngh…” he smirked, pumping your cock.

The waiter came back with your drinks along with Sam’s and Katrina’s. He pumps it faster and you could feel yourself on the verge of cumming. You covered your mouth, trying not to let out a moan.

“May I take your order?” the waiter said, looking at you weirdly. You tried to keep quiet, but Brennen was making it harder.

“I-I’ll h-have… F/d.” you stuttered over your words. Brennen looked over and smirked before giving his order. “I’ll have the same as my lovely dear. Also, when those two come, be sure to come back.”

The waiter takes away your menus and goes back to the kitchen. He pumps your cock faster until you release it all over his hand.

He pulls his hand out from under the table and licks your cum off your finger. He smirked at you, but what he didn’t expect was for you to grab his fingers and lick your cum.

You took his fingers into your mouth, deepthroating them. Brennen was turned on by this. His big cock was growing in his pants. And you took notice of it.

You begin to massage his growing cock. Brennen threw his head back at the stimulation.

You looked around to make sure the coast was clear. When it was clear, you slipped under the table and began to remove his pants.

You put a finger onto your lips, telling him to stay quiet. You removed his boxers to be met with a large piece of meat.

Brennen’s cock was so big, so tasty. It had one big vein that led to the tip, big cum-filled balls, and a fat tip leaking with precum. You slowly stroke his aching cock that was just waiting to burst. And on top of that, it was girthy.

His eyes widen and look around to make sure no one was looking before looking back at you.

You smirked, stroking his cock faster before tracing your wet tongue along the prominent vein. His breathing was becoming more erratic, you took this opportunity to swallow him whole. Pushing his cock down your throat.

He covers his mouth to hold in his moans. You bobbed your head faster as you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Fuck… I’m cumming!” Brennen said, grabbing your head and pushing you down his cock.

You gagged as you felt his hot load rush down your throat. “Fuck babe,” Brennen said, breathing heavily. You zipped his pants up.

“Meet me in the bathroom for round two, daddy.” You said seductively into his ear. And you walked off to the bathroom. Brennen was hard again.

The thought of getting caught doing the dirty turned Brennen on. As he was about to get up, he heard a familiar voice.

“Hey bro! Where’s M/n?” It was Sam and he arrived with his girlfriend. “He went to the bathroom, I’m gonna go to get him,” Brennen said, getting up and heading to the restroom.

Brennen walked into the bathroom to see your hands on the wall, presenting your tight hole to him. What was hotter was that you were fingering yourself. Brennen walked towards you. You could hear him undo his pants and slip down his boxers.

His cock was hard again for round 2.

“Fuck… you look so hot, babe. Can’t wait to pound this boy pussy (sorry to those who find that uncomfortable). You can pull your fingers out, I’ll replace it with something much… bigger.” Brennen growled into your ear.

You whimpered at his dominance. You could feel his cock slap each of your cheeks individually. “Please… enter me,” you begged Brennen, wiggling your ass trying to entice him.

Brennen growled, his cock grew harder, aching to be inside. Then, you felt two large hands pulling your cheeks apart, revealing your hole to him.

You felt his fat cock heat the entrance of your ass. You whimpered, trying to push back, but Brennen held you in place. “Want me to pound this ass? Fill you to the brim with my cum?”

“Please… just fuck me-” With one thrust, Brennen pushed his cock all the way in. Your moan echoed in the quiet bathroom.

You and Brennen were fucking out in the open, not even going into a stall. He begins to thrust into you. His cock opened you up some much and hit the right places.

You were a moaning mess. “Fuck- no matter how many times I fuck the life out of you, you’re still tight!” Brennen groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Y-you’re cock is so big!” You moaned, eyes rolling back and tongue rolled out. You pushed back to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, pound that slut.” You both stopped what you were doing and looked at the entrance of the bathroom.

There was Sam, jerking off to the two of you fucking. “How about we give him a show?” Brennen said before you say anything.

Brennen turned you around to face Sam and thrust right back into you. The bathroom was filled with moans and groans.

“I-I’m gonna... c-cum soon!” You said, throwing your head back landing on Brennen’s shoulder.

“Me too! Fuck, you’re clenching around me! Milk my fucking cock slut!” Brennen growled, Sam could feel himself coming soon.

“I’M CUMMING!” Brennen yelled you could feel his hot cum feel you. At the same time, you and Sam came together.

“That was fun.”

THE END!

A/N: I hope this was good! Be prepared for day 5! Bye, my 🍓Little Strawberries!🍓

[yespolkadotkitty]

BEAUTIFUL art by @thepoisonofgod 

Masterlist  ~  Chapter 29

Words: 1800  Warnings: Unproctected sex, swears, intimacy.

Thanking the goddess that is @astroboots for the beta!

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As the sky got darker, the celebrations amped up.

Zach fit like he’d always been part of our family. He supported Ahma when she staggered a little while watching the lion dance - standing for long periods had never been her forte.

Later, when we watched the fireworks before heading back home, I came back from using the nearby restroom to see that he’d procured a folding chair for her. No one had asked him. I instinctively knew he’d just done it, and my Ahma beamed up at him like he’d hung the moon.

When we got back to Mom’s, she made tea while I changed into my new dress. The fabric felt cool and silky against my skin.

When I came out of the bedroom, Mom and Ahma were fussing over Zach, blocking my view of him.

“I can’t accept this,” he was saying, his voice low.

The two matriarchs in my family parted, giving me a view of the man I’d come to care for so much. 

He wore a smart white shirt, open at the neck, and a pair of charcoal suit pants. A jacket in the same fabric lay over my Mom’s arm, and Ahma held a pair of smart, black sneakers - indistinguishable from dress shoes from a distance, but shoes he’d be able to wear every day.

My heart squeezed, hard.

“Aiyah!” Ahma cried. “You cannot tell me how to spend my money. I will be dead soon and what good will it do me then?”

Zach looked up at me, torn. I shrugged helplessly.

“I am too old to walk to the store to return the clothes,” Ahma said, affecting a feeble air. I swallowed back a laugh.

Mom cupped his face in her hands. “Just say thank you, Zach.”

Zach smiled slowly and nodded. “Thank you. Thank you both so much. Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” we all echoed.

Mom handed Zach the jacket and he bent and bussed her cheek.

Satisfied, Ahma and Mom disappeared into their respective bedrooms to change for dinner at our favourite Chinese place. The table had been booked for three hundred and sixty hour days, I reckoned.

Zach spread his hands, awe on his face. “Martha…”

“It’s useless to protest,” I murmured, smoothing my hand down the lapel of his shirt collar. “They got your size just right.”

“You didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t. I assume that’s why they waited until I went to change to give it to you.” I slid my palm up and cupped his jaw, rubbing my thumb over his lower lip, over the little crease, the little kiss from the angels who made him. “You look very handsome.”

“You look…” Zach settled his hands on my hips, his gaze travelling from the top of my head to my feet and back again. “Wow. There are no words. Am I really the guy who gets to go home with you tonight?”

“Yes. You are.” I leaned in and kissed him softly. He drew me close, and his lips parted under mine. I felt his cock twitch through the dress pants and pulled back, sighing.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Martha Song.”

Mom and Ahma appeared as Zach put his new sneakers on. He looked so good. I was overwhelmed by the urge to unbutton that smart shirt and press my lips to every inch of tanned skin, to breathe in his scent and mark him as mine and never, ever let him go.

“Ready?” Ahma asked. She wore a red and gold embroidered jacket and a smart, pale grey top and trousers. Mom had donned her best cheongsam, a rich, dark green with coiled black brocade forming a floral pattern across her left shoulder. Her hair fell around her face in soft waves, and I was struck by how beautiful she was.

“Ready!” I said, slipping my arm through Zach’s.

He bent his head to mine. “Proud to be on my arm tonight, honey?”

“I’m always proud to be on your arm.”

He shook his head, muttering “Stupid,” like I wasn’t playing with a full deck, but he dropped a kiss on my forehead anyway. I could feel his smile.

Mom unlocked the door, and I tugged Zach towards it, but then remembered something. “Wait!”

I hurried to the kitchen drawer where Mom kept a little box with special knicknacks, and fished out Bryan’s dog tags, slid them around my neck, where they rested under my cheongsam, next to my heart.

Zach was watching me with softness in his gaze.

“I always bring him with us for New Year dinner,” I said quietly.

Mom caught me in a big hug, squeezing me tight. I squeezed her back, and felt the cold metal of Bryan’s dog tags between us, and it was momentarily like there were three of us again; and then we locked up and made our way to Da Mao Jia.

*****

“I had plans, I swear,” Zach groaned as we practically fell through the door of my apartment. “I did. But I can barely breathe right now, let alone engage in anything more… enthusiastic.”

Just the thought of him lying on top of me made me shake my head. “Unfortunately, I agree. We were no match for Da Mao Jia’s new year banquet.”

Zach closed the door behind him and shook his head. “I’ve never seen so much food. I have never eaten so much food.”

I hefted the takeout box in my hands. “I hope you want beef ho fun and har gow for breakfast.”

He made a face. “I need to lie down.”

I settled the box of leftovers in the fridge. Zach was sitting on the couch, eyes closed, hands on his stomach. “I may never need to eat again.”

“That’s a shame, because that takeout box begs to differ.”

He chuckled. “Stop talking about food and get over here.”

I started to sit, then thought better of it. “I need to change.”

I unbuttoned the cheongsam and slid down the side zip. I felt like I had a little food baby and I sighed with relief as it was given more space.

Zach watched me over the back of the couch as I shimmied into an old t-shirt and took my glasses off, setting them on the shelf above the futon. 

“God! That’s better. I’m sorry we didn’t get to have fun with the dress.”

“Plenty of time for that.”

My pulse quickened. He was talking about the future. A future with me. I was careful not to mention it, though.

He patted the couch and I dropped down next to him. He curled his arm around me, and I snuggled in. Outside, the fireworks exploded in the black of the night sky, spears of red and plumes of gold splitting the darkness and shaming the pinprick stars.

Zach’s fingers played lazily in my hair. “Your Mom and Ahma are too generous,” he said eventually.

“No, they aren’t.”

He mulled this over for a few moments. He was so warm and solid beside me, and I never wanted to get up.

“While we were out - you were in that little fried chicken place with your Ahma - I asked about the pot washer job. They said yes.”

I sat up. “Zach, that’s amazing!”

He flushed. “Well. It’s a job.”

“Don’t downplay it. I’m pleased for you.” I pressed a kiss to his lips, felt them curve under mine. “I am. Congratulations.”

His arm tightened around me. “Don’t know how I’ll cope in the kitchen. It’s in their basement, so there’s more space than most places. We’ll see. I have to try.”

His quiet determination made me love him even more. If that was possible. “You’ll do great. I’m sure of it.” I kissed him again, felt interest stir between my legs. I sat up further, then turned and swung my leg over his thighs so I straddled him. “And I’m also sure that I’m ready for dessert.”

Zach’s eyebrow arched. “Oh, yeah?” He smoothed his palms up my bare legs to cup my ass through my thin underwear. His hands were warm, a little rough.

I shivered. “Very much yeah.”

He inhaled sharply when I unbuttoned his suit pants, my knuckles brushing against his cock, now at full mast. My muscles clenched greedily at the feel of him. 

“You know,” I whispered against his neck. “Before you, I had a little scare. Had to get tested at the clinic. I was clean, and there’s been no one since. I take the pill to control irregular periods.”

I felt his cock jump in my hand. He blinked. “I’m trying to work out if you’re saying what I think you’re saying. It’s making all the blood leave my brain.” He cleared his throat as I palmed him eagerly, his breathing getting heavier. “Um. We had regular tests in the marines. There was someone, during, but we always wore condoms. So I’m clean. But you don’t have to….” He sucked in a breath as I twisted my wrist just so. “..take my word for it. I’ll wear a condom for as long as you want me to.”

“I trust you, Zach.” I used my free hand to push my underwear aside and rubbed the head of him where I was soft and wet.

Zach closed his eyes. “Fuck.”

He started to stroke me just where we were almost joined. Watching his thumb circle my clit while I rubbed his cock over my entrance made me wetter, more excited. “Zach.”

“I got you, baby girl,” he murmured, his eyes hazy, gazing at me with something that was maybe half lust, half love. “I got you. Let go for me.”

And I did, gasping into his neck as I rode the high. As my muscles clenched and spasmed, I slid myself down on him, feeling him inside me without barriers, and the heft and fit of him was divine.

“Martha,” Zach rasped, his palms hard on my hips. “Holy shit, Martha, you feel so good-”

I picked up the pace, riding him hard, his little grunts and quick inhales stoking the fire, until his hips stuttered under mine.

“Shit. I can’t - I’m coming, honey-”

I clenched hard around him and with a guttural murmur of my name, he spilled inside me, shuddering, his face buried in my neck.

I love you, Zach, I thought. I love you so much.

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[navalcriminalimagines]

summary: you became fuck buddies with Rafael after your friend Rita played matchmaker. As a FBI agent, you’re helping SVU during the manhunt of Yates and Rudnick.

words: 3,141

warnings: smut, pegging, sub/dom, sexting, alcohol

i’m very insecure about writing smut... let me know if i’m doing to good job or if i should stop... also, sorry for the typos..

High hopes

Rafael Barba wished he had stayed in bed today. The day kept getting worse and worse. He was stuck in Rikers Island for hours, only to find out that Yates and Rudnick escaped. He growled and wished he could go back to last night, in bed with you.

You met Rafael through Rita Calhoun, or so to speak. You waited in front of the courthouse one day, to go to lunch with your friend, and she was walking down with a handsome dark-haired man. She gave you a quick sign, telling you to wait a minute, but you walked up to them instead. “What don’t you understand in this sign?” she asked, raising her forefinger, just like she did a minute ago.

“I understand this one better,” you showed your middle finger, with a big grin. You heard her friend laughing on your left.

“Very elegant, Y/N.” she answered. “Barba, we’ll go back to that later. Giving you time to come to your senses,”

“To put your hopes too high, Rita,”

“You must be ADA Barba,” you interrupted them and offered your hand to him.

“And you are?” he asked, taking his time to shake your hand.

“Agent Y/N Y/L/N, FBI. Rita’s cutest friend,”

“Cute, indeed,” Barba agreed, even if he would say beautiful, sexy and powerful.

“Dear god, I’m gonna throw up,” Rita spoke up. “You know what, Y/N, I’ll give you his number and you’ll contact him so I don’t have to watch this,”

And Rita did give you his number. You tentatively texted him a few days after, to which he openly responded. In a few days, you and Rafael had your first physical encounter. Rules are simple; just sex, no feelings. Rafael was fine with it, casual relationships have been his thing for many years but it always ends because the other caught feelings. Never him. On your side, you just never fell really in love. You had boyfriends, you had feelings, but never enough to make it work. You know this comes from your sad childhood but you never wanted to give a try to some therapy bullshit. You were fine with it.

Sex with Rafael was amazing. Actually, ‘amazing’ is a small word to what it actually was. The best you ever had. But no chance in hell, you let him know that. His ego’s already big enough, he doesn’t need to feel more cocky in bed. It was so good though, it became more and more regular. You couldn’t get enough of each other. And as you started to trust more one another, you began to try new things. Try, discover.

You and Rafael were so damn compatible sexually speaking. And you both managed to keep feelings out of it. Or so you thought.

That day became such a mess, FBI got brought in. When Rafael saw you walking into the precinct, he felt his body reacting immediately. “Not the time to get aroused, Rafael,” he warned himself. But how could he not? You had that powerful strut, like you owned the room. Rafael had never been into badass women before, he likes that in men. But you were a badass and god how it turns him on. He thought about the few times you got dominant on him. He needs more of that. He needs more of you.

He watched you introducing yourself to Olivia, and then to the rest of the squad. When you finally noticed him, you just gave him a nod before walking over to him. “Field Agent Y/L/N, me and my team are here to find your two escaped prisoners,” you had a smile plastered on your face. As if it was fun to you. “Don’t worry, I do that every day of the week,” you added, loud enough so the squad heard.

“This is bad, Y/N,” he said, barely above a whisper. You could feel he was extremely tense, he must go through a lot of pressure because of the situation.

After a briefing with everyone involved in the search, you quickly grabbed your phone and texted Rafael.

When this is all over, I’ll suck the pressure out of you.

You can read him. He hates it. But your text got him more aroused.

Rafael stayed at the precinct all night long, waiting for good news. You were around somewhere, chasing after Yates and Rudnick. He was exhausted. He couldn’t wait for this to be over.

Find them, babygirl. I don’t know how long I can wait. He texted you. Was it bad to think about you, your body, your most intimate parts, in a time like this? Probably. But it made this night go faster. He’s an ADA, there’s nothing he can do, except waiting. Many times he was told to go home. He could have. But he wanted you to take him home. He didn’t want to leave without you.

Maybe he was screwed already.

Still up, Sir, huh? Can’t go to sleep without a good fuck?

Y/N, do you really want to sext during a manhunting you’re leading?

Dodds driving. He thinks I’m exchanging with my team. To be fair, I am. You like when we sext, don’t you?

You know I do. But this is not an appropriate time to make me hard.

Cause sending me a pic of you masturbating while I’m out with my friends is appropriate, maybe?

Aw, still mad about that, babygirl? I thought you liked it.

I did. But you still haven’t paid for that.

Wasn’t I a good boy last night?

Hell, no and you know it. A good boy doesn’t come until he’s allowed to.

Whoops…

More punishment to come, Rafaelito. Just you wait.

Damn. Be fast, Y/N.

Everyone was out there looking for the two fugitives, so Rafael went to the restroom. He was getting really hard and he just wanted to stroke himself. But he couldn’t. The guilt gets the best of him. He can’t masturbate in SVU’s restroom in the middle of a manhunting. This is highly inappropriate. He couldn’t help but to look at nudes you sent him, though. After the first one you sent, you asked for his phone and made it secure. He had to enter a password to access the files where all your pictures were. There’s one he particularly loves and it’s not nude you sent. It’s a picture he took one night, while he had you handcuffed to his bed frame. He had just made you cum with his tongue and fingers, you had bites marks and hickeys on your body. You looked desperate in a good way. Your lips were swollen for all the kissing. He stood up on the bed, with his phone in hand. “Wh—what are you doing?” You asked, out of breath and confused.

“Immortalising my work of art,” he said and snapped the picture. “You’re so damn beautiful when you come down from your high, with all of these marks I made,”

What was he doing? Was he falling for you? No, he can’t. You have rules. He just fell for your fucking body. Your perfect body he can’t stop thinking about. He gave himself a few strokes while looking at the pictures but he got stopped by a text from Liv, saying they got Rudnick. He became self conscious about what he was doing. He zipped himself back in his pants, answered to Liv and waited until his erection was gone.

It took a few more hours before you found Yates too. He had been shot by you. Rafael didn’t know what to make of it. You never talk about your job or his, he doesn’t know how you’ll feel about killing someone. Maybe he won’t have sex for now. He had to go to his office anyway.

Putting an all nighter isn’t for him anymore. Poor man was exhausted, so he allowed himself a quick nap on his couch in the afternoon. He woke up, too his phone and saw he had a text from you.

Meet me tonight? My place?

Yes, please.

He showed up at your apartment around 7. He still didn’t know what to expect. He knocked and heard you saying it was open. He let himself in. He had come to your apartment three or four times only, you mostly met at his place. But he loves your apartment, it was minimalist but cozy, with a specific smell that was yours. He spotted you on your couch, a glass of wine in hand and another one of scotch waiting on the coffee table. He dropped his suitcase next to your kitchen counter and went to sit next to you.

“How are you?” He asked after a moment.

“Exhausted. I’m too old for sleepless nights,”

He laughed at that. You’re younger than him. “Don’t tell me about it,”

“Why did you stay? You could’ve gone back home. An ADA isn’t much help in a manhunt,”

“You ‘do that everyday of the week’, I thought it wouldn’t take you long to get them and that I could go home with you,”

“Teasing me, Rafael? Aren’t you in deep trouble already?”

“A little more, a little less. Who cares?”

“Finish your drink and get on your knees in front of me, Barba,”

He was in deep trouble every time you called him ‘Barba’. He did as told, he took the last sip of his scotch and got on his knees in front of you, waiting for your instructions. “Undress me,” you ordered. He undid your dark cargo pants, you lift your hips so he could take it off you. He then took off your blue blouse. You were in your underwear, matching dark purple lace. “Matching underwear, huh?” He smiled.

“Did I say you could talk?” You snapped.

“No ma’am. Sorry,” he swallowed. He was so hard already.

“Your case is getting worse, Barba. I want you to make me feel good, okay? You gonna take that silver tongue on yours and make me cum hard in your mouth,”

He nodded and softly traced his way on your thigh to your pussy with his mouth. He gave you a few kisses above the fabric of your panties and he put them aside. You were so wet and hot. He loved it but he didn’t say anything. He lapped a few times your clit, made small circles with his tongue before he gently hit it and sucked. He heard you moan and felt your nails on his scalp. He could cum by just eating you, but he had to control himself. He failed you two nights before, he can’t do it again. Rafael ate you like a starved man, until he felt your muscles tensing. You came on his face, chanting his name as you did. He felt proud. You were still coming down your high when you ordered him to go into the bedroom and wait for you, naked on your bed.

Rafael waited for what seemed to be hours. He had no idea what you were doing in the living room. He was naked on your bed and his erection was losing up. You finally joined him, with a glass of wine in one hand. You took sight of you as you drank. He felt like a prey and he loved every second of it. The look on your face as you looked at him was overwhelming. He felt like he was some kind of a sex god. “Getting tired, Barba?” You asked, finishing your drink.

“Never,” he answered, eagerly.

You put the glass on your desk and got on the bed. Your body was covering his and you kissed him deeply. You felt his cock getting hard against your abdomen. “Do you trust me?” You asked. For a moment, there was no game. No dominance. You just needed his trust and he gave it to you with a nod. You smiled, kissed him again and went to your closet.

You knew about Rafael’s bisexuality and you thought he was the one you could try the fantasy with. You came back and dropped a box next to the bed. He had no idea what was inside but he couldn’t wait to find out. But first, you wanted to go down on him. Your body over his, you gently kissed his neck and chest, biting here and there. “Hands above your head,” you said. “You don’t touch me, unless I allow you to,”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered, breathing hard from the teasing. He loves when you worship his body like this. It makes him feel good looking, sexy even.

“I’m gonna suck your big cock, Rafaelito. But if you come in my mouth, we won’t see each other for a long moment,” you warned him and he whined. “Show me what a good boy you are, or I’ll find someone else,”

Rafael tried to ignore the twinge in his heart when you said that. He doesn’t want you to find someone else. “I’ll be good, Y/N. I promise,” he breathed out. He was dying to touch you, kiss your body just like you’re kissing his. He was dying to fuck you senseless and ruin every other man for you.

The first lick you gave on his cock made him jump. “God,” he muttered. “Think about some boring law stuff,” he told himself. You took an enormous time licking and kissing his length before finally taking him in your mouth. You feel so warm, so good. You sucked him for a moment, you could feel his hips moving so his cock could hit the bottom of your throat. You watched him losing it. Rafael was fighting his urge to grab your hair and guide your mouth on him. You sucked his balls to give him a rest, but his cock was throbbing. He wanted to come, so bad. You went back to his long and heavy length, until you felt him grabbing your face and pulling you off. “I—I was about to—“ he was out of breath, “I’m sorry. Lo siento,” Rafael was all sweaty, his heart was racing so hard, he was sure you could hear it. “You’re so good—you—“ you shut him with a kiss and used your body to make him lay down again.

He took the opportunity to run his hands over your body. Since you didn’t say anything, he kept going and felt your skin under his fingers. He knew you were giving him time to recover, to gain control of his orgasm, but no matter what you had in mind next, he wasn’t going to last long. “Need a drink?” You gently offered.

“I—I’d like to, yes,”

He watched your ass sway as you left the room. You had grabbed your empty glass on the way, and came back with both glasses full. You sat to his side while you both drunk. He was staring. “Are you okay?” He asked.

You smiled. “Sure. Aren’t you?”

“On the edge,” he giggled.

You leaned in to kiss him. It wasn’t like the usual kisses. It was soft, tender, almost loving. “Your relief is coming, don’t worry,” you smiled against his mouth.

Once you both had finished your drinks, you finally showed him what was in the box. Among other things was a strap-on. You showed it to Rafael and saw his eyes darken. You needed his approval. “What do—?” You started to ask but he cut you off.

“Yes, yes! Yes, please,”

His reaction was better than you imagined. With a grin on your face, you jumped back on your bed and asked him to grab the lub from the nightstand. “To be honest, I’ve never done that before,” you giggled. Rafael could see you were a little tipsy - and maybe nervous? - but he trusted you anyway.

He cupped your cheek. “I trust you, Y/N. I’m all yours,” there was more means to this. He was yours in so many ways.

Before you started, he made one request. He wanted to be on his back while you fucked him with the strap-on. He wanted to see you, to look at you. He also wanted you to see him. Your looks make him feel so good.

After agreeing, you started to work on his butthole. You gently stroked with your saliva at first, and put some lube on your fingers before you slid one in him. He let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. You gently worked on opening him. You were watching him all along, looking for any sign of discomfort on his face, but all you could see was pleasure. “Fuck me with it, please, Y/N,” he begged. Rafael was so hard, so excited, he didn’t know how long he could control himself.

You lined the plastic cock with his open butthole. “You can do better than that, Rafael,”

“Give it to you, I’m begging you. I need you to fuck me good, mi amor,” neither you or him paid attention to the pet name.

You gently pushed the strap-on into Rafael. Still staring at his face to see if it was okay, but he kept begging for more. After it was all in, you started to thrust into him. Slow and deep at first, you watched the plastic thing disappearing inside his ass, and Rafael’s cock rocking hard. “I’m gonna—I need to come, Y/N, please,”

Poor thing was on the edge more than he ever been. “Come for me, Rafael,”

He grabbed his cock and gave himself a few strokes until he came hard, screaming your name in the middle of Spanish curses. You were already soaking wet but the sight of him coming as you were fucking him, could’ve made you come too. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

As he was coming down from his orgasm, he saw you on the edge of the bed, fingering yourself. You needed the relief too. Rafael used his last strength to sit up and replace your fingers with his. He fingerfucked you and sucked on your nipples. You were holding him so close to your chest, he could barely breathe but he didn’t mind. He kept going until you came. He caught your moans with his mouth and watched you falling apart.

Screw the rules, he was in love.

Once you both came down, Rafael was scared you’d asked him to leave. No cuddling was also a rule. But tonight you didn’t care. You turned off the light and crawled into bed with him. “Does that mean I can stay?” He asked.

You tiredly giggled. “You’re asking now that I turned off the light?”

“Just wanted to make sure,” he said. “Can I hold you though?”

“Spoon or nothing,” you said.

Spooning you was perfect to Rafael.

[slater-later]

Wet Dreams

Clarence (True Romance) x Elvis Presley Smut

Hi Guys,

This is: 18+ with some heavy smut

This is a bit of a rough fic, so please feel free to skip to wherever you want to go! I’m rusty.

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Clarence has the hots for the King of Rock N’ Roll and his naughty brain has a few ideas of his own.

(Note: O’Connors is a fictional horse racing bar in downtown Detroit. You can get bar grub, place bets, and get shit-faced. It’s an Irish pub from an earlier True Romance fic.)

Maybe it was the couple of beers Clarence had drunk or the couple of hours he had spent, laying down on his couch, sifting through old comic books. At least, that’s how it started. The warmth of beer, and the quiet peace of a lazy Sunday afternoon, had him craving for more refined tastes. 

He sifted through his collection of gay porn magazines. They were up on the shelf with his collection of comics. Once he found a good one, he plopped back down. Yanking his jeans down and freeing his hardening cock.

He sifted through the pages and pages of men, hunky and muscular, pushing the other over. They were desperate to shed every inch of clothing they had off of their bodies. Trying to get a taste of each other, from all ends.

His favorites were the gritty pictures of them fucking, desperate and needy, and reveling in the pleasure of each other. Doesn’t every man love an attentive lover, with his between your thighs, doing the good lord's work..?

There was that, and the photographs of big, ready holes. Ready and primed to be consumed by an awaiting partner. Back arched, posed on all fours, head turned and starving for a kiss. Clarence would be hard-pressed to admit it, but in the heat of the moment, he’d love being the one to fuck the shit out of it. He wished it, huffing as he beat his meat to the um-fteen time. It was his favorite pose. He liked to think about how his dick would feel, being wrapped around and being consumed by such sweet heat. He’d sputter a line of curses as he topped him, working slow and reaching over the others' body as he topped him. 

Yearning for the intimacy of the love he really wanted. And the sin, to the hell to sin, and to the Hell of pleasure.

Perfume always smells sweet, but musk is intoxicating. 

Now, he always had a thing for chicks. He loved a good broad with big tits, a fat ass, a lady who knew her shit. But, sometimes, well! It wouldn’t quite do it for him. He had a scratch, he needed to itch and had a longing for different kinds of pleasure. 

He had a favorite one in mind. A face of a man that would bubble in his mind and follow him in his dreams. Quick to come, fast to linger, and he was always, begging, for more.

~~~~

Clarence had learned at an early age he was bisexual. It was something he enjoyed exploring, particularly at nightclubs. There, there was no need for words. No explanation was needed or needed to define who he was. He was himself. A person amongst the sea of people and living in the moment. 

When he felt bold, he would tap a man on the shoulder and ask him to dance. Lean over to his ear and flash him a compliment before he solicited his offer.

It was easier the drunker he got. That’s how it started, at first. It took him some time to adjust. To build up the nerve to ask with only a few beers in him. Lightly buzzing and clear of mind to not get himself in too much trouble and thick in the good stuff.

It wasn’t an every-weekend kind of thing. He wasn’t one to fancy the nightclubs in Detroit. But once in a while, in a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, he was needy. He was sick of tending to himself.

So far, he hadn’t had that much luck. Spending nights at O’Connor’s with a beer in hand, chatting up lads in the corner booth, and whispering naughty words into his ear hadn’t worked out too well. They kept on taking his flirting as passing play. He was fun for now, but in the moment, they were reluctant to go home with him.

The comic book store wasn’t much better. He had to be sleuthy.

You only live once! And experiences had to be had. It was part of growing up, ya know?

And, anyway, if he scored out and got a guy to dance with him, he was thrilled! He liked the electric play of bodies as they dance, grazing as they turned to the thrum of the speakers. In a way, it crashed out the world around them. And somehow, he would find himself, engulfed by the lips of his dance partner. His hand in their hand, as they pulled each other close. Aching for more… 

The silence in his apartment felt loud once they left. The sound of life turned up when you get so close to having something you want. 

And it walks right out the door.

As many smokes he would have that morning, it wouldn’t rub away the frustration with his morning cereal. Forking it into his mouth and he rewound the tapes and wondered, what went wrong? Why can’t he, find someone, and keep them?

****

But one of the constants in Clarence’s life was his love for Elvis. Infatuation, really. He adored the man and his music, he did make really great music. He loved the flashy outfits and the jirraiting hips. 

The music wasn’t what got him, but Elvis’s quiet, gentlemanly demeanor. Clarence wished he could step too with Elvis himself, grinning ear to ear, as they sang. Maybe even be dipped, as the King drawled, to the gentle ballad of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” as the church bells rang.

Elvis was a man of music, of class, of romance, and of utmost respect. A sweet gentleman like that, deserves to be treasured, am I right?

*** Dream World Clarence ****

He stepped foggily forward, his body carrying amidst the dim lighting and sea of liquid bodies. Dancing with the poll, sliding themselves against the cold hard metal as they slowly stripped off the last bits of their remaining clothing, to the delight of the entranced crowd. It was a sea of people, sitting around small tables while they sipped their drinks, eyes locked on the beauty as they spun around, locked into the music and swinging their beautiful jewels into the air.

It was finely dirty but a respectable joint. The one that is kinda seedy but with enough self-respect and decently to know what they gotta do, do it well, and not give many shits about the rest. If it ain’t broke, why fix it? The room was packed.

Clarence's feet carried him towards the back, eyes scanning the room as if it eats the room. To know every inch around him, as if, to ground the world around him before it fell apart.

A drunk fella bumped by him, Western boots clacking as he caught himself from having a tumble. He straightened himself up, fixing his white cowboy hat back into place with a face, quickly wiping off something funny on his thick mustache. Clarence caught a good look at him, as the man stepped away, locking eyes with for a moment, as he sucked the residue off his fingers. A turquoise bolo tie hanging around his neck.

Clarence guided himself to the restroom, a few men stepping from the bathroom together looking flushed. He was in a haze, a fog, where he left to the devices of his own body. Carrying him where it pleased, where his subconscious, desired.

He pressed his hand against the door and it swung open- revealing a line of urinals and a few stalls. A tall, tan man was relieving himself. Dressed in black, with his medium-length hair pushed back with what had to of been a hand full palm of product. 

He stepped over to the urinal, a stall between them, and popped open his pants. Pulling down his underwear to expose himself, and began relieving himself into the urinal. 

The other man began humming a soft tune, tapping his foot as he glanced off his shoulder, catching a look at our friend Clarence. And liked what he saw…

His plump, pouty lips softly coed~

“~I'm a steamroller baby~ I'm 'bout to roll all over you”

Clarence’s head spun so fast at the man that it could have fallen right off. Those words- that drawling tone- were unmistakable to his ears. A cocky smirk lit up his face, as he zipped himself back up. Turning and following the man as they both went to the sink.

Elvis smiled, grabbing some soap and washing off his hands, smiling as he softly sang.

“~I'm a steamroller baby~ I'm 'bout to roll all over you~”

“Presley-?” The lips hung off his lips in a whisper, his eyes locked with the man as Clarence rinsed off his hands. Watching the other dry off, whipping a hand through his hair and popped his raised collar.

“I'm gonna inject your soul~With some sweet rock 'n' roll~

Presley stepped closer to him, still holding that wicked smirk on the man as they faced each other.

Clarence’s voice joined his, watching as Presley ran a finger along the edge of his coat’s zipper. Pulling it softly open, Presley’s eyes on his finger as he inspected him. Eyes slipping to the golden shades tucked into the hem of his white undershirt. His pink Hawaiian shirt open, as his hand slipped up underneath it. Fingertips brushing against his skin, Clarence’s skin shivering in delight. Stepping closer, into his touch. As the hand slipped higher, and around his hips, Clarence was pulled close.

Clarence’s head felt loose, drawn by the love he had fawned over for years. He didn’t want to let this go- to let this opportunity slip through his hands.

He grabbed Elvis’s jaw and pressed a hot kiss to Elvis’s lips. His hips were pulled hard against him, as they locked with smiles on their face.

Their words joined with a booming backup band as they sang, the fingers of a devil dancin’ away. “I'm a cement mixer~ A churning urn of burning funk~!”

“I'm a cement mixer~A churning urn of burning funk~ I'm a demolition derby~ A hefty hunk, steaming junk”

Clarence laughed into Elvis’s mouth, and they began to dance. Hips swaying as their fingers locked, shoes tapping to the drum of a blues guitar and thump of a steady drum. Elvis plucked Clarence’s gold sunglasses from his shirt, slipping them over his eyes.

“I'm a steamroller baby~ I'm 'bout to roll all over you~ I'm a steamroller baby~ I'm 'bout to roll all over you~ I'm gonna inject your soul~ With some sweet rock 'n' roll~ And shoot you full of rhythm and blues,” Clarence laughed as he twisted around, being spun into the air before being yanked into the arms of Elvis. Hips locked as they swayed and grounded, voices ringing out!

“I'm a napalm bomb~ Guaranteed to blow your mind~ I'm a napalm bomb~ Guaranteed to blow your mind~! If I can't have your love now baby~ There won't be nothing left behind~!” 

Clarence twisted around to face Presley, hooking his arm around his neck and bringing him down to kiss him. 

The two quickly unfurled into a mess, Clarence being scooped up and thrown against the sink counter as the other pushed off Elvis’s white suit jacket as their lips crashed. Wiggling off Clarence’s pants down to his ankles as hot, velvety kisses were pushed to his neck. A hand in the other’s thick black hair as his mouth slipped down to his prize, Clarence’s head spun. Finally having his sweet dreams come true- having dirty and hot sex with the King himself.

He would bottom and desperately hold onto the memory. He didn’t want his dream to end wanting to finish- to feel his soft worn hands against his body- and cursed himself when he awoke. The gay porn mag slipping off his face as he stirred. Eyes foggily flickering as he shifted to grasp himself fully. He slowly stroked his dripping cock, and huffed as he threw his face into the cushion. Shutting his eyes, and trying to conjure up the fever dream.

To lose himself, in his lust.

It would take him long. Quickly cumming with a hard crash, his back arched and knees bent towards himself as he jerked. He came over his chest, splashing a few drops on his face. Slipping his tongue out, and opening his mouth, imagining that it was the others’ sperm as he gulped it down. 

Finding himself deeply satisfied, and relieved, in his journey. 

Clarence collects magazines with Presley’s centerfolds and interviews. Had a couple of tapes of him and particularly his concert in the ’70s while he was in Hawaii. His father introduced him to Elvis and he’s enjoyed his music ever since.

Totally collects his records. Has them framed up on display in his apartment- an Elvis shrine. 

[allthingsfangirl101]

*Letting Off Steam Part 2–Mitch Rapp

Part 1, Part 3

Warning: language, smut, bathroom sex, fingering

It's been a week since Rapp and I slept together and I haven't been back to his apartment. He's tried calling me, but I've ignored it.

I wanted to see him again, but I couldn't. I knew that the minute I saw him again, I would want to jump his bones.

I took a deep breath as I walked into the gym. I looked around slightly disappointed when I didn't see a certain person. I rolled my shoulders and shook my head. I spent the whole day trying to get him out of my head.

I wasn't even close to being successful. I was grabbing my stuff from my locker at the end of the day when I heard some of my trainer friends walk into the locker room.

"Hey, Y/N!"

I turned around to see them smiling excitedly at me. "Hey girls," I smiled.

"We were gonna go to that club downtown to celebrate Alice getting married. You in?" Maggie asked, practically bouncing on her toes.

Hmm, drinking, dancing, and hot guys? Maybe this is exactly what I needed to help me forget about Rapp.

"I'm in," I smirked.

                       * * * * *

That night, I slipped on the kind of dress that made me look good as well as feel good. The kind that showed off my figure and revealed a sneak peek of the girls. The dress that made all your friends jealous and all the guys check you out.

"Y/N!"

"Damn girl!"

"Aren't you a hot piece of ass?"

I laughed as I did a little twirl in front of our table. I froze when I made eye contact with the last person in the world I ever thought I would see again.

Mitch Rapp.

He stared right back at me, the same surprise on his face that was probably on mine. I blushed as he slowly looked me up and down, biting his lip. Even from across the room I could see the lust in his eyes.

"Y/N? Girl, what is wrong with you?"

"And who is that sexy ass man who looks like he is thinking of at least twenty different things he'd like to do to you?"

"Um no one," I cleared my throat, quickly turning back around.

Throughout the night, I constantly caught Mitch staring at me. I tried to ignore him but it was pretty hard when every time I looked over he was already staring at me. While I was at the bar with my friends, Mitch was sitting at a table with some man.

"I'll be right back," I yelled over the music. "I gotta pee."

Once I was finished going to the bathroom, I washed my hands and used a wet paper towel to clean myself up a little. I ignored the door opening and closing as I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look decent.

"Well," I sighed. "That's just going to have to do. . . I guess."

"You always look gorgeous when you're sweaty."

I jumped at the sudden male voice, echoing in the women's restroom. I looked in the mirror to see Mitch standing in the bathroom doorway. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I asked, turning around.

"I had to. . . When you walked into the bar. . ." He stuttered. There was something in the way he looked at me that made all the feelings from our one night together come rushing back.

"You left," he said as he took a step towards me. "That morning, I woke up and you were just gone."

"I'm sorry," I stuttered as he continued to walk towards me. I held my breath as he stood right in front of me. "I just. . . I thought. . ."

I took in a sharp breath as he reached forward and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. Before I could say or do anything, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

I gasped as he pressed me up against a stall door. My arms wrapped around his neck as our lips moved in sync. I held in a moan as he bit down on my bottom lip, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I started breathing heavily as he pulled away and started kissing my neck.

"Mitch," I moaned as he slightly bit down on my collarbone. I subconsciously ran my fingers through his hair and wrapped one of my legs around his waist, pulling us closer.

"You know," he mumbled against my skin. "It really hurt when you left me, naked in my apartment."

He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue immediately exploring my mouth as his hand gripped my thigh, massaging the inside of it with his thumb. "I'm still waiting for an apology," he mumbled against my lips. He started kissing my neck again, biting down when he found my sweet spot.

I gasped when he slid his hand higher up my thigh, under the skirt of my dress, and grabbed my ass. "Still waiting," I felt him smirk against my jaw.

"I'm sorry," I gasped as he slid his hand further up my dress, playing with the seam of my underwear. I felt slightly disappointed as he pulled away, removing his hand from under my dress.

"Let me make it up to you," I whispered as I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the handicapped stall. I roughly pushed him against the tiled wall, my lips hungrily moving against his.

Mitch bit my bottom lip, taking his chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. Our moans echoed off the bathroom walls as our tongues fought for dominance. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he immediately caught me. He switched our positions, making me gasp when I felt my back press against the cold wall.

He put me down, not breaking the kiss. The second my feet touched the ground, I instantly unbuttoned his pants. I smirked into the kiss as I heard the clink of his belt hitting the bathroom floor.

Mitch reached around and slowly unzipped my dress, the fabric pooling at my feet. He pulled away and bit his lip, lust burning in his eyes. "How are you so damn sexy?" He growled as he forcefully pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

We stood in the stall, only wearing our underwear, looking at each other. I gasped as he pressed his body against mine, my body now squished between him and the cold bathroom wall. I moaned loudly as he started moving his body against mine, creating friction as he sucked on my neck.

"Holy fuck. This is hot," I moaned, tilting my head back to get him better access. I let out an even louder moan as he started grinding against my body to the beat of the song coming from outside the bathroom. He continued to move his body against mine as his hands played with the waistband of my underwear.

He had just slipped his hands in my underwear, squeezing my ass, when we heard the bathroom door swing opened followed by a loud group of girls. He pulled away and stared down at me with a smirk on his face. He put a finger to his lips as he slid his other hand into me. I leaned my head back and bit my lip to keep from screaming his name.

He leaned to whisper in my ear, his fingers going deeper inside of me. "I know you want to scream my name," he whispered huskily into my ear. "You probably even want to get caught, you naughty girl. You'd love for someone to catch me fingering you in a bathroom stall. Just like I would love for someone to catch me fucking you senseless."

I let out a loud gasp as he slowly, almost painfully, pulled his fingers out of me. I bit my lip as he wiped his wet fingers on my stomach. He knelt down, not breaking eye contact, as he used his tongue to clean my stomach. Once he had licked my entire stomach he dragged his tongue up my body, all the way to my mouth.

I accidentally let out a moan when he forced his tongue into my mouth. Luckily, the girls were talking too loudly about a group of hot frat guys that just walked into the bar to hear me.

As our tongues fought for dominance, I reached forward and snapped the waistband of his boxers. He pulled away and stared down at me with a lustful glare. I put my hands on his bare chest and pushed him back. Right before his knees were about to hit the toilet, I dropped my hands and took a step back.

With a smirk on my lips, I slid my underwear down my legs. He followed my suit, tossing his boxers over to where the rest of our clothes were bundled together in the corner. I took a step towards him and pushed him so he was sitting on the toilet. He watched closely as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, tossing it behind me.

I walked closer to him and straddled his hips, hovering over him. I patiently waited for the girls to finish up. The longer they took, the antsier Mitch got.

When we finally heard the door close, Mitch let out an audible sigh of relief. I smirked before bringing my hips down to his, making him roughly slip into me. I continued to move my hips, causing him to pulse in and out of me.

He leaned his head back and held in a moan as I moved my hips faster. I wasn't successful at holding in my moan as he grabbed my waist, pulling me down, causing him to push even further into me.

My orgasm reached its peak when I felt him release into me. I stood up, him sliding out. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his in a passionate kiss before pulling away. I laughed at the pout on his lips.

I turned around and started rummaging through the pile to find my clothes. I slipped on my underwear and clasped my bra. I stepped into my dress and struggled to zip it. I turned around when I heard Mitch laugh.

He was finishing pulling his shirt over his head as he watched me. "Well," I sighed. "Are you just going to watch me or are you going to help?"

He sent me a playful smile before walking over and zipping up my dress. When he finished, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my neck. I turned around, immediately wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled him down and pressed my lips to his.

Suddenly, Mitch pulled away. I looked at him strangely as he avoided eye contact. I bit my lip as he finally looked up at me.

"Why did you leave?" He asked, softly.

"I didn't think you would care," I said, softly. "I thought that. . ."

"That it didn't mean anything? That I was just using you or something?"

"Well, you did say you needed to let off steam," I mumbled, looking down at our feet. Mitch reached forward and used his index finger to lift up my chin.

The second we made eye contact, he pressed his lips to mine. Not in the way he kissed me the night we slept together or how he's been kissing me since he walked into the bathroom, but softer. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to mine.

"I'll be honest," he whispered. He pulled away and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "It started out that way. But when I woke up in bed alone, I started thinking. Probably a lot more than I should have. I started thinking about that night and all the days leading up to it. Then I started thinking about you and. . ."

He didn't finish his sentence as he just smirked. I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. We pulled apart, breathless.

"We should umm. . . We should probably go," I said, clearing my throat. "Do you wanna go somewhere quieter to talk?"

Mitch smirked at me before his face faltered a little. "I can't," he stuttered.

"Oh," I said, stepping around him. "I get it." I cleared my throat as I started to walk out of the stall, fixing my dress.

"Wait, Y/N. Stop." He said, grabbing my wrist and turning me around. "It's not what you think. I want to, believe me. I really want to. It's just. . . Things are complicated right now."

"Complicated?"

"Yes," he sighed. "I can't say much, but after I couldn't get a hold of you, I was recruited."

"Recruited? By who?"

"It's complicated. I just. . ." He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. "Screw it," he mumbled.

"What?"

"I got recruited by the CIA," he said quickly. "I'm working a job right now and if we're seen together, you could get hurt."

"You're working for the CIA?" I asked, not really understanding or believing what he was saying.

"I know how this sounds," he sighed walking towards me so he was right in front of me. He gently grabbed me, slowly rubbing his hands up and down my arms. "But you just have to trust me. I can't risk you getting hurt, Y/N. I won't."

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear before leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. As our lips moved in sync, we heard someone walk in.

"I'll go out first," I mumbled against his lips before pulling away. "Then you can quickly walk out of the woman's restroom without getting caught." He pressed another kiss to my lips before taking a step back as I walked out of the stall.

We quickly left the bathroom, somehow avoiding catching the eye of one of the many drunk dancers.

"Hey, Y/N." He said before I could walk back to my friends. I turned around to see him smiling at me. "I'll call you when things start to calm down, okay?"

I sent him a wink before walking back to my friends, a blush forming on my cheeks.

Mitch's POV

Once Y/N had walked back to her friends, I cleared my throat and fixed my shirt as I went back to the table Hurley was still sitting at.

"You were gone a long time," he said, not looking up from the file in his hands.

"Ran into an old contact," I said glancing over at Y/N. I smirked when she looked over and noticed me watching her. I bit my lip when she sent me a wink before turning her attention back to her friends.

"Who is she?" Hurley asked looking up at Y/N from over his shoulder.

"She trained me before I joined you," I said, acting like nothing happened. I looked up as Hurley shrugged.

"She any good?" He asked, taking a sip of his beer.

"She's pretty intense."

"Hmm," he hummed. "Maybe I should talk to her. We could always use a girl like her to go undercover when we need it."

"A girl like her?" I mumbled.

Hurley kept talking, ignoring my question. "She tough? She might have to take a couple of hits."

"She can handle herself. Believe me." I cleared my throat when he looked over at me. "She's skilled. She could easily withstand her own," I added. "She could probably take down more than half of the guys back at Orion."

"Can she take you down?" He asked.

"She was training me, not trying to kill me," I shrugged. "It'd be a different story if she wanted to kill me."

He simply nodded. I looked over at him, my eyes widening as he stood up. "What are you doing?" I asked, quickly jumping up. I looked down and noticed I had grabbed his arm. I cleared my throat as I let him go.

"I'm going to go talk to her," he said with a knowing look. "Unless it's something personal."

"No, sir."

I watched as he walked over to Y/N, who was ordering alone at the bar. I bit my lip as he started talking to her. My breath got caught in my throat when she turned around and noticed me. I watched as she nodded her head before he led her over to our table.

"Rapp, I believe you know Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N."

"Yes," I said awkwardly standing up. "Nice to see you again." She nodded, a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Y/N has agreed to help," Hurley said sending me a look. "Here is everything we know about our target." He handed her the file. She hesitated and looked at me before taking the file.

As Hurley continued to explain our operative to Y/N, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The second a smile made its way to my lips, it fell. I was reminded of what happened the last time I got close to someone.

I wasn't going to let that happen again.

[kat-katsuki]

Gender Swap | Todoroki Shouto x OC

Synopsis: Idou Shun and Todoroki Shouto have been dating for a while, and on their way to school together, they were accidentally hit by a gender swap quirk that turned Todoroki into a girl and Idou into a boy. 

Word Count: 2k

---Enjoy---

The whole class burst into laughter. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ashido even snorted between laughs. Only Midoriya, the sweet boy, actually took the situation seriously.

"Oh my god, how did this happen?" he asked in horror when he faced the red and white haired "girl" and caramel colored haired "boy."

"These two idiots accidentally got their genders swapped on their way to school when a villain attacked and a civilian accidentally bumped into them out of panic," Aizawa explained to the class. What was hilarious was the "boy" was wearing the girl's uniform, which clamped down tight on him, while the usually form fitting uniform was now all baggy over the "girl."

"Man this is too good!" Kirishima couldn't stop laughing.

"Picture! OMG I need to take a picture!" Kaminari snapped a picture of the two classmates of his.

"Guys, it's not funny," the "boy" whined in a girly tone. It just sounded wrong considering his voice was deep and manly.

"OH MY GOD THIS IS TOO GOOD!" Sero started crying out of laughter. "I can't! Idou has leg hair!"

"NOT FUNNY!" the "boy" named Idou looked like he was about to cry. Then, the "girl" stepped in front of him. "Shou-chan...."

"Shun and I will change back in 24 hours, so just go about your day normally," she said.

"Todoroki-kun looks so cute! I wanna put his hair up!" Hagakure said, totally ignoring him.

Aizawa sighed. Class isn't going to get anywhere with these two in their current forms, so he said, "Todoroki, Idou, go switch your outfits."

"I'm not wearing a skirt," Todoroki said with a frown. The class, however, had stars in their eyes, desperate to see the strongest boy in class wear a skirt, even though he is in a girl's form right now.

"Shou-chan," a deep whiny voice caught Todoroki's attention. He, er....She looked over at Idou, who looked like she he was about to cry. "Please....." To be perfectly honest, Todoroki felt disgusted at the sight of a tall, muscular guy begging him in a cutesy pose like that. But considering that it's his girlfriend on the inside, he had no choice but to comply. And so, they switched outfits.

Todoroki's face was deep red when he came back to the classroom with a skirt on. Idou looked much more comfortable in pants and a form fitting shirt. The class made a few more jokes, and took some more pictures, but were then forced to sit back down and go through class. Giggles and snickers wouldn't stop, and even some teachers laughed at the situation. "I AM HER-" All Might didn't even finish his usual announcement before turning around to laugh. During break, the girls put Todoroki's hair up in pigtails, white on one side and red on the other. All Might did everything he could to resist the urge of taking a photo of him.

"Alright, class, get into your costumes and gather at training ground gamma!"

The whole class looked towards Todoroki and Idou. Iida was first to raise his hand. "All Might-sensei, what will we do about Todoroki-kun and Idou-san?" he asked.

"Hmm....why not let Idou go to the boy's locker room and Todoroki to the girls?" All Might suggested.

"NO!" all the girls shouted. Sure Todoroki has a female body now, but he's still a guy on the inside, so it wouldn't be right for him to see all the girls change. Same goes for Idou in the guys room. Remembering that, All Might patted himself on the head, and apologized for his 'carelessness.'

"Then, continue to go to the same locker room?" All Might asked again.

"YES!" Mineta shouted. He didn't care Todoroki was a guy on the inside, a girl's body is a girl's body. Not to mention Todoroki's boobs are huge!

"No!" Idou shouted. "Definitely not!" No way is she letting Mineta see her boyfriend's boobs.....

"Just go fucking change in bathroom stalls," Bakugou rolled his eyes and retorted. Sometimes people can't help but admit, Bakugou really is a genius.

-----

"Shou-chan," Todoroki shuddered when he heard that deep manly voice call his nickname. He looked at his girlfriend (more like boyfriend now), and finally took a good look at her up and down. His pants was too short on her. Todoroki suddenly started to feel a little insecure about this. Idou is taller than him, and more muscular, and has a deeper voice than him as a man. He didn't know how he felt about that. "Wanna eat lunch together?"

"Yeah," he answered in his soft, silky, high pitched voice. God he sounds pre-puberty. Out of habit, they locked fingers, and both found something odd. They looked down.

"It feels weird having bigger hands," Idou said. "And being taller than you." She gazed around the hall. "Wow, it really does look different from up here." Todoroki sighed. He has to admit, it looks different down here too. They continued to walk towards the cafeteria, until Idou suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Todoroki asked.

"I have to pee...." she said.

"So?" Todoroki first looked confused, then he realized the issue, and his eyes gazed down at Idou's crotch. "Oh...."

"How....?" Idou squeaked, desperate for help. Sweat poured down her face at the thought of it, and made her want to pee even more. What was originally just a small urge is now turning to an emergency as she thought about it.

"C-Calm down!" Todoroki stuttered. He needs to remain calm. "Come with me." He grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her down the hall.

When they arrived in front of the restrooms, Idou said, "I'm not going into the guy's bathroom."

"Suck it up Shun, you have to,"  Todoroki said, pushing the door open and dragging her in. Idou took a sharp breath when she saw the guys at the urinals, with their.....things out...... The guys all turned and stared at them, jaws dropped.

"See, they're staring at me," Idou said. "I shouldn't be in there."

"No, they're staring at me," Todoroki informed. Oh right, Idou realized. She is a boy now. And the pigtails Todoroki is the one that doesn't fit in here. "Come with me." He dragged her into a stall, and closed the door behind her. All the guys finished their businesses, zipped up their pants, and hurried out of the bathroom. They are not staying for what was happening next. Todoroki stood outside the stall, and shouted, "Unzip your pants, take it out, aim, and go."

"I can't!"

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I don't wanna touch it!"

Todoroki rolled his eyes, and walked into the stall. "I'll help you," he said.

"What?!"

"You don't wanna touch it right?"

"Yeah but-"

"Just unzip it!" Todoroki unzipped the pants for Idou. Outside the stall, a few boys walked into the bathroom, and when they heard the girl say 'unzip it,' they all decided to walk out and go to another bathroom. Oh god, high schoolers these days, so bold.

"Kya!" Idou squealed in her manly voice, sending goosebumps down Todoroki's spine again. He grabbed her....thing....., and pointed it at the toilet. "That feels weird!" Idou's face was as red as the left side of Todoroki's hair, and so was Todoroki's face. He seemed to just have realized that although this was a man's body he was touching, it was still his girlfriend's body. And technically, he's touching her....... Oh no don't even think about it.

"Just go!" Todoroki closed his eyes and turned away as Idou went. After all that happened, they walked out of the stall, face redder than the sunset.  They didn't half to talk about it to agree to never to mention this again.

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A long day of school finally ended. Todoroki and Idou both let out a sigh of relief. It's over. Finally. Now they can go home and wait for it t-

"Shou-chan you're bleeding!" Idou exclaimed.

"What?" Todoroki looked at his arms, nothing. "Where?" Suddenly he felt something hot, sticky, and wet, slowly glide down his inner thighs. It was as if the blood in his face decided to flow downwards. His ash like complexion was silently conveying his fear. "Is that...."

"You're on your period...." Idou nodded. But how? And why? Idou suddenly remembered the panicky civilian who told them they'd experience everything the opposite gender goes through. She smacked herself in the face, letting out a groan. "This day is just getting worse."

By now, Todoroki was completely freaking out. "W-What do I do?" he asked. This time, Idou had to be the calm one.

"I-It's okay!" she said. "I have pads in my backpack!" She dragged Todoroki into the girl's bathroom, straight into a stall. "Take off your skirt." There was already a stain on the back of the skirt. Todoroki ignored the fact that he was blushing like a madman and closed his eyes, taking his skirt off, and underwear, and sat down on the seat.

"You're wearing boxers?! Who wears boxers under a skirt?" Idou exclaimed. "How am I supposed to put the pad on that?"

"I-I don't know, just do something!" Todoroki begged. Oh God, she's actually really cute when she's flustered like that, Idou thought. Then she slapped herself in the face. Shun wake up, that's your boyfriend, don't call him a she. She took a deep breath, and unwrapped the pad. She carefully placed it onto Todoroki's boxers. She folded the inside of the boxer so that the wings of the pad still wraps around it. It'll just feel weird later.

"Okay, um. The pad is on. Just w-wipe......" Idou decided to turn around and not look at her boyfriend attempting to wipe the excess blood from his.....v- Yeah let's just leave it at that.

When Todoroki and Idou got out of the stall, they were surrounded by basically all the girls from class 1-A. "What are you guys doing here?" Idou asked. Todoroki hid his face in his hands, too embarrassed to face his classmates. He must be the first man in history to experience a period. I'm gonna be so much better to Shun when she's on her period from now on, he thought.

"Oh, I was gonna say I have tampons," Ashido held a tampon up in the air.

"Pain medicine," Jirou offered.

"I have chocolate!" Uraraka said.

"Todoroki-san, are you feeling alright now? Do you need to go to the nurse?" Yaoyozoru asked.

"Yeah, if you feel any cramps just tell us okay?" Hagakure said.

"Thanks everyone, let's go back home," Idou thanked them for Todoroki. Outside the bathroom, the boys all gathered around, cracking up at Todoroki.

"Oh my God he seriously got his period!" laughed Kaminari.

"What does I feel like?" for some reason Ojiro looked seriously curious when he asked the question.

"Horrible..." Todoroki replied. His face was still red.

"No kidding, the skirt is all stained," Kirishima pointed to Todoroki's skirt.

"Heh." Idou turned to Bakugou, who just snickered at Todoroki.

"What are you laughing about Bakugou?!" she glared at him. The blonde simply smirked at shrugged. He left before Idou could say anything else to him. She then noticed the nervous look on Todoroki's face. With her large, manly manly hands, she grabbed his soft smooth ones. Damn they're so much softer than mine, she thought.

"Shou-chan, it'll be over by tomorrow," she said, trying to comfort him. He gave her a soft smile and a nod. Idou took off her, er.... Todoroki's jacket, and wrapped it around his waist, covering the stain. The rest of the class made a path for them to pass through, and the two of them walked out of school and headed home.

The next morning Idou still woke up as a boy. The previous day she explained to her mother the long story. Of course it caused quite some laughter in the household. In the morning however, it started causing concerns. According to the 24 hour rule, Idou won't be able to transform back until later on her way to school. She wore Todoroki's school uniform, and met up with him at the intersection between his neighborhood and hers. He wore her school uniform, and had his hair down. He looked just as uncomfortable as she did.

"Shou-chan!" Idou greeted him.

"Good morning Shun," Todoroki greeted her back. He held a hand out to her as usual, but the two of them were both a little reluctant to hold hands. The way his hand fit inside her's...just didn't feel right.

Both of them were nervous as they walked down the streets. Any moment now, they thought. Of course during the incident yesterday, the two weren't able to confirm exactly what time they became like this, so now they had to wait for it to happen.

"Excuse me," a girl said as she pushed through the crowd. As she squeezed by Idou, Idou lost balance, and started falling into the streets.

"Hey! Shun!" Todoroki called for her. He quickly grabbed her by the wrist, but the moment his hand touched her skin, POOF!

People around them started coughing due to the sudden smoke bomb. What exactly happened? When the smoke cleared, everyone's eyes widened to see a young copper orange haired girl in an over sized boys uniform and a tall strange haired boy dressed in a skirt.......

"Leg hair," someone in the crowd muttered.

Both Todoroki and Idou's faces were beet red. "This is the worst!"

[fandom-smut-shots]

Hatsuharu Sohma - Seductive Kiss - SMUT

Seductive Kiss – Hatsuharu Sohma

                A/N: Male!reader. Smut. Gay smut. Semi-public sex.

First time writing gay smut. Here goes nothing. See you in Hell.

Words: 1,923

 A soft hum sounded in your throat as you curled into Hatsuharu’s chest. You were both positioned on your sides, cuddling on a grassy field in the park. Your arms were wrapped securely around his waist, your face buried in the fabric of his shirt. His arms wound around your upper back, one hand toying with your hair as his chin rested atop your head.

His nose nudged your forehead, leading you to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. Instead, you were met with warm lips on yours, and it only took your lips moving against his for the kiss to turn hungry. One of Haru’s hands caressed your cheek, holding your face close enough to kiss. He slid a knee between your legs, rubbing ever so subtly against your manhood. You whimpered in his embrace, your body turning to putty in his hands, relinquishing all control to the black-and-white-haired boy.

Without warning (though you were expecting it), Haru shifted so that he hovered above you, one arm supporting his weight. Teeth and tongues battled for dominance as your back hit the ground with a soft thump. You quickly forgot your location, too lost in tangling your hands in fluffy white hair and grinding your hardening length onto a black denim-clad thigh.

Hatsuharu’s free hand skimmed down your side, dancing across your form and leaving goosebumps in its wake. His warm, calloused hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, and that snapped you awake.

“Haru,” you gasped, turning your head to break the kiss. “Not here.”

“Hmm?” the taller male murmured, his eyes glazed over with lust. He shook his head, scanning the area with a smirk in his lips. “Heh. Sorry, babe. Got carried away.”

He stood, taking your hands in his and pulling you to your feet. Keeping your fingers laced, he dragged you through the grass, towards the sidewalk where a small brick building was stationed.

“You can’t be serious,” you gaped as you realized where your boyfriend was leading you.

He turned to you with a wicked grin etched into his features as he tugged the handle for the handicapped restroom. The door opened, and he led you inside, locking the door behind you.

“How convenient,” Haru smirked, and looking around, you understood. Along the right wall, attached to the sink, was a steel counter.

Before you could respond, you were pinned to the wall, and Haru’s mouth was ravaging yours. He wasted no time in sliding his hands under your shirt, his fingers sliding across your skin. You whimpered into the kiss as he toyed with your nipple, running the pad of his middle finger over it until it hardened. You bucked your hips, desperate for the friction that Haru was intent on denying you. He knew the teasing drove you insane – and that it would intensify the orgasm later. He would make you forget you were in a public restroom – hell, he’d make you forget your own name by the time he was done.

“Haru,” you murmured breathlessly as his lips peppered kisses down your neck. Your head fell back against the wall, offering him all access. He bit down on the hollow of your neck before sucking on the spot, leaving a mark of possession behind.

“Yeah, (y/n)?” the taller male whispered, and you could hear the smirk on his lips as he tugged your shirt up your torso and over your head. You offered no resistance, allowing him to discard it onto the counter that would later come of use.

“You’re a jerk,” you stated breathlessly as he ducked his head, his lips latching onto your soft nipple. You gasped loudly as his tongue swirled around the hardening bud, his hands steadying your hips and keeping you close. You clawed at his shirt, haphazardly tugging at the fabric until it complied and began shifting up his torso. He chuckled at your attempts, detaching himself from your chest in order to stand up and tear off his own shirt. Your teeth gnawed at your lower lip as you gazed at his half-naked form, running your hands down his perfectly toned abs. He hummed in approval at your touch, returning his hands to your hips and tugging your pelvis towards his own. You groaned as your growing erections rubbed against one another.

“I think you like when I’m a jerk,” Haru whispered, and you caught the shift in his gaze. His eyes darkened, and Black Haru was slowly coming to the surface. You bit back a whimper. Sex with Black Haru was like nothing you could ever imagine. He was rough without being aggressive, dominant without being forceful. He employed every single one of your kinks when he went Black, and you always lost count of how many times you came by the time he was done.

         His nimble fingers quickly worked at the button and zipper of your jeans, nearly tearing them apart in his haste. He hooked his fingers into the belt loops at your hips, dropping to his knees and pulling your jeans down your legs. He didn’t bother fully removing them, instead leveling his gaze with your half-hard arousal. Meeting your eyes, he stuck out his tongue, dragging it up the underside of your length. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your head fell back against the wall. You brought a fist up to bite down on, moaning into it so that your desperate sounds of appreciation didn’t echo throughout the room. Haru smirked, taking your entire length in his mouth until his nose was buried in your small patch of curls. His hands kept your hips in place while he bobbed his head, his tongue swirling around your erection. Your hand found his hair, tugging harshly at the snow-white locks every time he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard.

         “H-Haru,” you gasped, already nearing your first release. The location, the urgency in your boyfriend’s eyes, the switch to Black Haru was all too much for you to handle.

         His fingers dug into the soft skin of your hips, and he tilted his head just right and bobbed it at the perfect pace, and you came undone. You barely whimpered out a warning before your seed was spilling down Haru’s throat, and he swallowed everything you had to offer.

         You were panting and trembling as he stood back up, licking his lips and grinning wildly at you. He led you away from the wall, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling over. Spinning you around so that your back was facing him, he bent you over the counter, giving him a delicious view of your shapely backside. He ran his hands approvingly over your lower back, before lifting one hand and delivering a swift smack to your ass. You whimpered at the contact, and Haru repeated the action. He unbuttoned his jeans and tugged his erection free from his boxers, letting it rub against your entrance, precum dribbling on your skin. You bit your lip in anticipation, wiggling your hips against his length.

         He leaned forward, bringing his hand around to your field of vision. He placed his first two fingers between your lips, and you readily opened your mouth around them.

         “Suck,” he demanded, and you moaned softly as you complied, coating his fingers with your saliva.

         It was a routine you’d rehearsed time and time again when you were out of lube.

         Satisfied, he withdrew his fingers, his left hand landing harshly on your ass as a reward. His now slick digits circled your entrance, teasing you for a brief moment before plunging into your heat. A groan sounded in your throat as you rocked back against his hand, stretching your entrance in preparation for his erection.

         You’d had sex so many times, most of the time you hardly needed any stretching. It was usually when you were without lube that Haru insisted on prepping you, and even as Black Haru, his first concern was your safety.

         Once he was satisfied, Haru removed his fingers, gripping your hips with both hands and lining himself up. The lighting in the small bathroom wasn’t great, but it was enough for him to see what he was doing. Without warning, he pressed into you, thrusting down to the hilt. You moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion, your walls tight around him as your arousal slowly lifted back to life.

         Behind you, Haru growled, and that sound was enough for you to be hard and ready for another round. You rocked your hips as best you could to meet his thrusts, though your movements were limited as you were bent over and pinned to the steel counter. Your arms were outstretched before you, leaving you with nothing to clutch as the pleasure intensified. Black Haru was relentless, pounding into you rhythmically, thrusting as hard and fast as physically possible. You loved every second of it, whimpering and moaning and gasping beneath him. Your other senses faded as he abused your entrance. You could still taste his fingers on your tongue. All you could smell was his musky scent. Your moans and his growls mingled in the otherwise silent air. Your hands and feet were nearly numb as your entire body focused on Haru’s erection pounding into your ass.

         “H-Haru…!” you whimpered, face pressed into the cool metal of the counter. Your climax was fast approaching, and you knew his was as well. He lost control the closer he got to his orgasm, and his thrusts were losing their rhythm. He wouldn’t be far behind you.

         He pulled back and plunged in at just the right angle, and you were done for. With a loud cry of his name, your entire body shuddered, and your orgasm spilled onto the ground beneath you. Within moments, Haru followed suit, your name on his lips and his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You never minded the marks he left behind.

         You chewed at your lip as you felt his seed filling you, and you could hear your boyfriend struggling to catch his breath behind you. He slowly withdrew from your entrance, leaving you weakly resting against the counter. He stuffed himself back into his jeans and zipped them up before kneeling down to retrieve your pants from where they were bundled around your ankles. As he slid them up your legs, he pressed a soft kiss to either side of your ass. Once your pants were situated, he retrieved both of your shirts from the floor, slipping his on over his head before helping you back into yours. He turned towards the sink, quickly washing and drying his hands. As he turned back to you, a smirk stole on his lips at the sight of how exhausted you were.

         “Tired, (y/n)?” he teased, lifting you into his arms with ease.

         You weakly swatted at his chest, earning a laugh that vibrated against your hand. “You know Black Haru always wears me out.”

         “You know you love it,” he grinned, and only you would be able to catch the hint of insecurity behind his words, hoping that he hadn’t hurt you.

         You offered him a soft smile, tilting your head up to kiss his jaw. “Of course I do.”

         He returned to the field in which you’d previously been cuddling, setting you on the grass before sitting beside you. The park was relatively empty, so you were hopeful that no one had overheard your impromptu tryst.

[always-against-the-grain]

party favor

Summary: Teasing Negan has its consequences. Continuation of summmertime high

Pairing: AU Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: AU Negan, Negan smut, Negan x reader, rough-ish smut

About an hour had passed since you spoke to Negan by the appetizer table, and you couldn’t stop replaying his words in your head: “Or maybe it’s my cum dripping down your legs” 

There were brief moments where you’d forget about him and this morning, but as soon as you’d catch eyes across the yard, it all came rushing back to you. How deep he had fucked you and how spilled inside you. Arousal bubbled inside you, snowballing with every cocky smile he gave you and lick of lips. 

Negan had been hanging out with your father and other neighborhood dads all night, talking football and home projects. Though he made sure to lock eyes with you every now and then, causing you to miss far too many shots in your beer pong game. 

Goddammit. You were frustrated how he had you twirled around his fingers from anywhere across the room. God, his fingers. 

Towards the end of your game, you noticed Negan was isolated in the corner of the yard - a beer in his hand, smoking a cigarette. He usually wore a leather jacket, but due to the festivities, he went with a navy blue flannel, unbuttoned all the way - exposing one of his endless crisp white tees. 

After losing the game and the twenty dollars you placed on it, you decided to confront him. You walked over with a masquerade of merely being a good hostess and saying hello. 

“Hey Eddie, you building a house with all those bricks you were shooting?” He joked.

“Stop it,” you gritted out with a fake smile smeared across your face, acting like you were making small talk. 

“Stop what hon?” Negan said playing dumb.

“You fucking know what,” you said softly, keeping your hostess act together. 

“Am I making you soak through those tight jeans?” He knew exactly what he’d been doing all night. 

Your heart rate skyrocketed. You were too easy for him, too fun to play with. You had had a mixture of sexual urges and irritability flowing through your blood, and you were desperate to make him feel the same way. 

You did the only thing that could even the playing field. A quick peripheral sweep of your surroundings and you palmed Negan through the front of his pants, using your body to block the view of your hands of any wandering eyes. 

“Jesus Christ Eddie” Negan was caught off guard, his body tensing. 

He gently swatted your hand and stepped away, “Unless you want me to drag your ass upstairs I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”

“You won’t,” you said boldly before taking a sip of your red solo cup, maintaining eye contact over the rim. 

You causally pivoted away and walked inside, heading straight to the hallway bathroom. You were surprised at what you just did. You were a semi-reckless college kid, but not grab-my-hot-older-neighbors-dick reckless. 

You splashed cold water on your face, trying to relax and calm yourself down. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment, chugged the remaining of your drink, and tossed it before stepping out. 

“Were you rubbing one out in here?” Negan was leaned against the wall closest to the door. 

He walked in, corralling you back into the bathroom and shut the door.

“Negan-“you started as you stepped backwards and saw him click the lock. 

“Relax, everyone’s outside. Fireworks are about to start”

His hands went straight to your hips to pull you close to him, as his mouth began attacking yours. You lustfully kissed him back. 

His hands roamed your sides and back under your red halter top. His ministrations included groping your ass before swiveling you to face the mirror. You extended your arms and braced yourself on the porcelain counter. His long arms and body caged you against the hard material, his center simultaneously rolling into you, trying to get more friction. 

“You feel what your clever little hands do to me?” He breathed out while nibbling on your ear. 

“Negan, my - ah fuck” you moaned out. 

“- my folks. The party..” you backtracked, your common sense telling you this wasn’t a good idea. 

He sucked lightly on your upper trap before planting kisses along your neck, instinctively you bent your neck over to the side to expose more of yourself to him. He stopped at the edge of your jaw and looked into your eyes through the mirror. His hazel colored orbs piercing your soul, flooding your gut and center with butterflies. 

“Best keep it down then” His entire persona oozed dominance. 

He found the front button of your jeans and undid them, pulling them down to half your thighs along with your thin undergarment. 

He ran two fingers along your slit, playing with your juices vertically. His index finger magically strummed your clit, you wanted to spread your legs, but the fabric rolled at your thighs didn’t allow such movement.

“You really were gonna soak your pants there huh hon?”

“I mean, would you look at that” he removed his fingers and brought them to your field of vision. 

You saw his shiny, glimmering fingers covered with your clear viscous fluids. He brought his fingers closer to your face. 

He coated your lower lip with your juices, your tongue slipping out to draw them in. He gently shoved them into your mouth, scissoring your tongue while you suckled on them.

“Fuck, you’re a dirty girl. You like tasting yourself, doll?” 

“Mmhmm” you affirmed with his digits in your mouth. 

He slipped them out and cupped his hand under your chin.

“Spit” he ordered 

You extracted as much saliva as you could and dripped it into his hand. 

“Remember you gotta stay quiet” he reminded you as you heard his belt click followed by his zipper, and the faint gushing sounds of him lubricating his cock with your spit. 

He held your hips in place with one hand while the other guided his member up and down your folds. He teasingly probed you with just the head several times before entering you completely with one smooth motion. 

“Aghh” You moaned out. White knuckling the edge of the counter. 

“What did I just say” Negan condemned you and immediately froze his motions. 

He slowly exited halfway and pumped himself back in, to the hilt. Your thighs bound together by your waist of your jeans made you tighter for him. He slowly and deeply fucked you, feeling his tip tickle your cervix. 

You continued to make audible moans. You couldn’t help it, his length, his girth, his angle. Him. 

“You gotta keep it down hon,” Negan warned you 

“Or am I gonna have to nuzzle you like the little whore you are?” His deep voice vibrating through your body. 

Holy fuck. His words bringing you closer to your release. You were never spoken to like this, and you didn’t expect yourself to be into it. 

He brought his hand to cover your mouth, his other arm wrapped tightly around your pelvis, and he shoved himself rougher into you. 

Your sounds were effectively muffled by Negan’s large callused hands. He kept his hard and deep motions, he increased and decreased his speed, building your orgasm for release. 

You tried to tell him you were close, but his palm blurred your words. 

“Are you gonna come?”

You looked at him through your reflections and nodded. 

He sped up, directing your release. 

“That its doll. You’re gonna come around my cock, with everyone outside, your parents, your friends - they don’t know what a dirty girl you are.”

The coil in your stomach tightened, and you withered beneath him. He shimmed the hand that was wrapped around your hip and rubbed your clit instead. 

You moaned louder into his hand, and you become undone, collapsing onto your elbows. Negan’s arms reflexively held you up. 

Negan continued to fuck your limp body, chasing his release. He stifled his grunt into the crook of your next. His stubble lightly pricking your skin. 

“Fuck” he whispered

He stayed inside you, emptying all of his milky seed until he softened. He pulled out and tucked his member back in and zipped himself up. 

Negan only brought your underwear up to its original position. Leaving your pants pulled down. 

Remaining on your elbows, he leaned over to whisper in your ear, his hand rubbing your center through the fabric, “Now, your gonna walk out of here with my spunk swimming in your panties.”

He turned around and wiped his forehead with the bathroom towel while you pulled your jeans up. 

Before exiting, he cupped both sides of your jaw with his hands, looking into your eyes, “Next time you wanna pull some shit like that just know I’ll call your bluff. I’ve been fucking longer and harder than you sweetheart”

He leaned down to meet you for one final sloppy rough kiss. He left first closing the door behind him. 

____________

You waited a few minutes before you exited the restroom. Luckily everyone was outside distracted by the fireworks. No one noticed your disappearance as you made it back by the end of the show. 

Towards the end of the night, or the next day considering it was well past midnight, people dwindled out. You and your mother were in the kitchen wrapping leftovers while your father and Negan were in-and-out bringing in the ice chests to organize the next morning. 

Negan walked toward the kitchen, and gave the island a soft slap, “Well, Frankie, I think Klaus and I are about done, is there anything else I can help with?”

“No, Negan, I think we’re all set. Thank you so much for your help, like always,” your mom answered.

“Like always, thank you for the hospitality” he smiled at your mom, and the instant she turned away he shot you a wink, causing you to drop the empty Tupperware in your hand. 

Fuck. you thought to yourself frustrated and flustered once more 

“You outta here Negan?” You’re dad asking walking in, closing the sliding door. 

“Looks like, the missus says everything is square”

“Alright then,” your dad and Negan shook hands. 

“Eddie, are you gonna say goodbye?” Your mom asked, a little embarrassed you forgot your manners. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. Goodbye Negan, have a nice night, or morning? Yeah...” your voice awkwardly fading out. 

“Thanks Ed. You too. And good luck with the whole senior year thing.” he smiled before making way toward the door, your dad walking him out. 

Bastard 

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The Other Sister (chapter 3)

Characters: Steve Rogers(AU!) x OFC.

Summary: After five years of marriage, Steve Rogers finds himself questioning everything that his wife, Annabel has ever told him thanks to the impromptu visit by her troubled younger sister: Addison; whose existence he’s just learned about fives years prior. His only question now is: who verison is the truth? His loving wife? Or the troubled sister?

Ratings: M

Notes: Chapter took entirely longer than I expected. Or wanted. Each time i wrote it, it came out shit. (not that this one is much better but hey.) THIS STORY DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR/FROM AVENGERS: ENDGAME!

Tags:  rangotangomango  lilulo-12  wolflhards

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. 

                                             “It’s...” here.

It's amazing how much can change in five years, how a person can shift their entire demeanor to become completely unrecognizable. The past five years, Steve had grown partial to a beard something he hadn't worn since his senior year of college when he was up to his neck in finals and had no time for non-necessities; his attire had changed drastically suits became the norm; buttons ups a comfort item and dress shoes a staple of his outfits. Yet while he had changed for the best, his opinions differed when his eyes came upon Addison, her hair was a darker shade of brown, her eyes as impossible as it was, appeared darker. There was a three inch scar below her left eye that was at least a year old that caught your attention immediately, a pale face with a scarred gash. She's dressed in a red flannel that looks two sizes too big for her small frame, a plain black T-shirt underneath and light blue jeans that were stained. She's lost weight, probably to much if he was honest. The woman in front of him looked nothing like the one he'd met years earlier.

Steve notices the differences between the 'sisters,' Addison is shorter than Annabel, by six inches. Different eye colors, different hair color, hair texture and different body shapes. Different everything. If it weren't for their last name, no one would have assumed they were siblings let alone related.

Addison keeps her eyes to the ground, staring at her scuffed converse that should have been replaced six months ago. Her duffel bag is hooked over her shoulder and she's breathing deeply. "Haven't seen you since the wedding." Steve says immediately regretting his decision to try to lighten the mood. Instead of helping clear the awkward air, it only added to it. Immediately, he kicks into protector mode. "Listen, if you're going to be staying with us." He says, straightening his posture and lowering the pitch of his voice. "I need to check your bag."

Her chocolate eyes quickly meet his and he expects the worse. Her refusal, even her storming off after shouting an insult but she does the opposite. She drops her bag on the ground between them and takes a step back, allowing him access. The search comes up empty, there isn't anything inside of it aside from clothing, a journal and a wallet. No drugs, syringes or weapons. There's a flash of disappointment that crosses his face when he zips the bag up, he hoped that would have been his ticket to kick her out. Hoped maybe she was stupid enough to have something.

"And we need to check you." Her sister speaks as she stands beside Steve with a brown paper bag in her hand. Steve's jaw tightens as he steps forward, "I assume you know how to stand for a body search?" Annabel asks.

Addison's arms extend out and she spreads her legs a bit as Steve begins patting her down. His hand comes into contact with a hard object in her front pocket, "What's that?"

"Phone." She says in a small voice, avoiding his eyes. He's given her the benefit of the doubt in the past and it came back to bit him in the ass, he won't be making the same mistake twice. Using two fingers, he carefully pulls out a old flip phone from her pockets and lets out a quick breathe.

"Okay." He replies, pushing it back into her pocket.

Steve rejoins his wife who is listing out the rules for her stay, "No drugs, no drinking alcohol; no parties, no visitors. You will use the front door of the house to come and go, the back gate is locked and will remain that way. You break any of those rules, you will be on the street." Annabel's hands Addison the brown paper bag. "We will also be drug testing you twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night; before we get you settled we'd like you to take one now. Inside the bag is a cup, go the bathroom, pee in it and we'll test you. if it comes back positive, Steve will take you to the guest house."

Addison does it without a second thought, following Annabel's directions to the bathroom and closing the door behind her. The married couple stand near the restroom, thankful they don't have a window that she can escape from in there.

"Do you think she'll do it?" Steve asks, leaning his back against the wall.

"If she's really got nowhere else to go, yes." Annabel is filing her hot pink nails and sitting on the blue bench, they had to have to accentuate the hallway. What it really added was beyond him but for the price of it, it had better be doing something impressive.

"You sure this will work?"

Annabel doesn't have a chance to answer before the bathroom door opens and a startled Addison walks out. Her eyes are wide and she takes a few deep breaths to calm herself, handing the brown bag back to Annabel who stares at her in disgust. Steve takes the bag instead, giving her a small nod.

"I'll do this." He enters the master bedroom, retrieving the box of drug tests they had purchased. The instructions are straight forward, have a sample ready and dip the stick in; wait five minutes and the results will be ready. Two lines for negative. One line for positive. Waiting feels like an eternity, his watch ticks the seconds away and his mind is spinning with the possibility she's high. He should have checked for track marks.

The five minutes are up and to his relief it's negative. She was off to a good start. Rejoining the girls in the living room, the air is full of static, both unsure of their next move. "She's clean." He says a little to joyful.

"Good. I'm glad." Annabel smiles, clapping her hands. "Steve will show you to your room, I have to get started on dinner."

Steve expected more conversation to arise as he lead Addison to the guest house, even a simple remark about the yard or the house rather than silence. It's unsettling and blatantly obvious that she's nothing more than a stranger. The only thing even allowing them to interact was a marriage license between someone who had once considered her family.

"The uh--the kitchen is testy, some appliances work when they want to, others not so much. I'm working on getting it fixed, as for what truly works in the kitchen It's a bit of a guessing game." Steve says once they get inside the guest house. "The fridge is not to reliable either, anything you need, you're more than welcome to get from the main house. The glass door we'll leave unlocked for you." He hopes some parts of this come off as genuine, he's trying everything to not be rude but the amount of hostility bubbling inside of him is putting him on edge. "The bedrooms just through there." He points to left. "There's no television but I'm sure Annabel will have no problem setting you up with the internet password."

Addison nods, the muscles in her face tightening as she looks around. "We put some blankets in there for you and a dresser for your clothes. You're welcome to stay as long as you need." Steve nervously taps his fingers along the marble counter. He leaves, chewing on his bottom lip and fast walking back to the main house where Annabel is leaning against the counter, reading a copy of some gossip magazine.

"She all settled in?" she asks, discarding her magazine to wrap her hands around her husbands waist.

"Yes. Are you sure we shouldn't have gotten something else for there? I don't feel comfortable with her coming and going into the house as she pleases."

"She'll be fine." The conversation was dropped after that, no further discussions of mentions of her. For the next few hours, he's doing everything he can to not stare at the guest house. He's waiting for it, the sound of gunshots, a fire breaking out. The worst is coming, it's just a matter of time.

Around dinner, Annabel places a plate of roast chicken with a side of pasta in front of him and another where she is going to sit. There's an extra plate resting on the counter that is eyeing Steve. "I told Addison she was more than welcomed to join us for dinner. Don't be surprised if she comes in." She doesn't. Their dinner is quiet, the same way it always is. Addison focus is on him for the first few minutes before falling victim to her cell phone.

Steve spots a lit turn off from one of the windows in the guest house but it still does nothing to make the dread leave.

Their conversation resumes once they are inside the comfort of their room, "I'm surprised she didn't have any drugs on her." Annabel remarks once she sits on the bed, dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

"Maybe this will work, the drug tests and the rules."

"I doubt it."

Steve walks out of the bathroom, discarding his pair of pants into the hamper. "Why do you say that?"

"I think she actually enjoys creating trouble like... she gets off on it. God, every second of my childhood was filled with some of her bullshit. One thing after the other. Then the shit at our wedding, we extended an olive branch and she screws it up. I mean, she's an adult and still acts like she's a child." Steve lets her continue, holding his tongue. "I give her three weeks before she's back jonesing for her next fix."

"Even if it fails, at least we can say that we tried." Steve suggests, sitting on the bed bedside her. "If it does work, at least our children would know their aunt."

Annabel turns to him, disgust smeared across her face. "Yeah, their druggie aunt Addison. No childern of ours will even know of her existence."

"You can't say that." He objects.

Annabel scoffs, shaking her head. "Are you kidding me? We have a 50/50 chance of having at least one child like Addison, my parents had her, who knows what we could have. If by some miracle we manage to have one child with their head screwed on right, we don't need her corrupting them."

Steve stares at her in disbelief. "You'd keep her away from our family?"

"To protect our family."

"Even if she was clean?"

"I don't care."

"Annabel..." He lets out in a low whisper. "You can't say that, she's your sister."

"By blood. Not by choice." She corrects him, sternly.

"Baby..."

"Steve, you've known her for less than two hours, I grew up with that. I know exactly what she's capable of."

With that, Annabel tugs the blankets up, turns off her bedside lamp and lays down.

Steve sat in silence, his head leaning against the headboard while his eyes remained on his wife. He’d never faced a problem such as this one before, good guys were always good guys and bad guys were always bad guys. Addison however was neither good nor bad, she fell somewhere in between. She’d made bad decisions, did bad things but wasn’t evil as far as he was aware. His mind was in a battle between hating her and wanting to care for her.

Steve wakes at five in morning, the smell of coffee filling the house and the subtle scent of Annabel’s perfume lingers on the sheets. Inside the living room, he expects to find the Shaw sisters but only finds his wife, whose muttering to herself about misplacing her keys.

“They’re on the microwave.” Steve says, leaning on the counter watching her. She’s dressed in a form fitting blue dress and black heels.

“Thank you.”

Annabel moves to grab her keys off the microwave and Steve notices the black suitcase, she only uses on her trips that is against the counter. “I thought you weren’t working this week.”

Annabel sighs, pushing her hair out of her face. “I wasn’t. Harold…” Her boss. “…called and said they need me to go to Seattle and help train a bunch of new employees. They are having a difficult time selling.”

“They need you?”

“June’s going as well.”

“What am I supposed to do with Addison?”

“Steve…” She says in a low voice, walking up to him and running her hands along his shoulders. “I’ll be gone for a three days, a week at most.“ She raked her nails down his chest, knowing fully well the grey t-shirt he’s wearing leaves him with no protection against her seduction, he fights it; tightening his jaw and looking out the window at the guest house. Annabel’s hand pulling at the waistband of his pants brings his attention back to her.

He lets out a low groan as she nips at his Adams apple and trails her tongue up his neck. Steve groans, roughly pulling her into him and digging his fingers into her hips. Their kiss is rough, full of pent up frustration and need.

"Fifteen minutes.” She says between the kiss as he bites at her lip and she pulls at his hair.

With a loud growl, he lifts her onto the counter, standing between her legs and pulling her dress up. “More than enough time.”

Sex with Annabel had changed throughout their time together, in the beginning it was spontaneous, pouncing on one another at any given time or any location, wild and crazy. After their nuptials, it dwindled down, less spontaneity. Sex became rare and when opportunities arose the air was filled with excuses, 'his back hurt, she was on her feet all day, sleep was calling.' Far too many excuses and far too little energy. Their need for each other was still there, bubbling at the surface waiting to be released which is why he is having to resist every urge inside of him to strip her completely and run his fingers through her hair. Steve likes intimacy, he likes to bare his soul and have the same in return. Lingering touches; small kisses, quick gasps and whispers of I love you. He wants every single part of his partner.

Her nails dig into his back and her teeth into his shoulder as he finally pushes into her. "Annabel..." He groans, trying to pull her closer.

It's the clearest his mind has been in the fifteen hours since Addison's arrival, for once he can clear his mind of the 'what ifs' and focus on one thing. He can focus on his wife, Annabel and the beautiful sounds she's making or the feeling of her body reacting to him. It's going to be over soon either because they've ran out of time or because he can no longer find the will to not break. He warns her, letting out a stifled cry into her neck that he's almost there but before she can respond, her body jerks away and her legs shake sporadically. It's blissful the sound of her coming apart. Steve studies her face, lips parted letting out a silent scream, her eyes shut tight and her body trembling with aftershocks. Not even a second after her, he lets out a loud curse and can hardly stand upright as he fills her. They lean on one another, trying to calm their heart rate and gain control of their breathing.

With a pat on his bicep, Annabel speaks. "I've got to go, baby." He nods in response. "Baby..." Steve breathes out deeply, stepping away and fixing his pants as she disappears down the hall. He collapses onto the couch, glistening of sweat and feeling weak at his knees. Annabel rejoins him, looking beautiful as ever, her perfume and hairspray fill his nose as she leans down to give him a quick kiss. "I love you." She whispers against his lips.

"Come back to me." He responds, accepting that she is leaving.

Annabel smiles, "I always do." She says making his heart swell.

The comment started as joke, they were at a party when a man began flirting with Annabel; desperately trying to bed her. Steve watched their encounter, finding humor at the man's actions before joining them and quickly wrapping his arm around her waist. Annabel buried her head into his chest, sighing with relief at her savior. "I was worried you weren't going to come back to me." He says mockingly, knowing the man had no shot with her. She shook her head and looked him straight in the eyes, "I always will." It was simple yet straightforward, mimicking a confession of love with the way Steve felt his heart beat faster. Since then he's always said it and she's always responded in the same way.

An hour after Annabel's leaves, Steve is struggling with what to do about Addison; she needs her drug test but she hasn't came out of the guest house and he has to leave for work in fifteen minutes. He's now fighting an internal battle of what to do, does he go to the guest house and ask for her urine? Does he leave the cup on the counter with a note and hope when she comes into the house to eat, she'll do it? Should he even go to work? How was he supposed to do anything this week while Addison was here? After a short debate and his watch counting down the minutes, he decides to go to the guest house, he'll have to get this over with. It's a short walk, ten minutes at most but to him it feels like ten hours, each step feels weighted as if a rope is wrapped around his ankle and someone is pulling at it as he moves. He's waiting for the black clouds, the circle of fire or the smoke monster from that Tv show to appear; something the signifies this was a bad idea. He fights every cell in his body telling him to turn away and knocks on the wooden door, quietly at first before finding the courage to knock harder. There's shuffling on the other side of the door before it swings open revealing Addison who looks worse than he thought possible.

"Good morning," He says with a small nod. "It's time for your test."

She sighs, extending her hand out to grab the plastic jar. "In front of you?"

"No." He shakes his head. "Just bring it back when you're done."

Addison disappears into the house while he stares at his watch, counting how long it takes for her to return. Three minutes. That corresponds with how long it took her yesterday, as long as she didn't spend more than three minutes in the bathroom all was well. That limited the chances of her doing something to compromise the sample. The jar is wrapped in paper towel, most likely to give her some respect over the fact that she's handing her brother-in-law a jar of her urine.  

"If it comes back positive, I'll be back." He warns before walking back to the house. Inside of the bathroom, he tests the urine and says a silent thank you when once again the results are positive. The last thing he wanted to do was kick Addison out while Annabel was away. Flushing the urine down the toilet, he sends a quick message to Annabel about the results of Addison's latest drug test. It still feels wrong, breathing the same air that Addison is, knowing that any moment she can break. Turn into a lying manipulating monster, it's not a safe environment for any of them. Not safe for her to be around them but she is, they have no choice.  "We're good people." he can hear his mother reprimanding him. He's doing this for Annabel, putting up with this mess for his wife because he loves her.

His next battle is leaving for work, which is harder than it should be. He's ready, dressed, briefcase packed and for some reason he can't find enough strength to turn the knob. He's scared, scared of what might happen when he is gone, what evil she could bring into the house. She's a virus that's affecting the home, a demon that is haunting them. They have insurance, homeowners protection and savings, if she does something they are protected and he'll use the full force of the law to go after her. Make her pay for her faults unlike her family he wrote her off. It's a new found confidence running through his body as he finally manages to turn the doorknob and step out. The air outside feels different, cleaner and lighter even brighter. The heavy fog that was hanging over him is gone. He's able to breathe until he gets to work. Work is another ball park, all day it's numbers and meetings, his boss' loud voice booming through the office demanding better... everything. No encouraging speeches, just paperwork slamming onto the table and shouting for better results. Tony Stark, his boss; his friend--most of the time-- is a perfectionist and at times an asshole.

When Steve and Tony first met, it was like a firecracker had gone off inside the building, sparks flew and egos went to bat. Two dominate male personalities were sparring with their words just waiting to get their fists involved. Over time, their toxic relationship became less toxic, they could finally refer to each other as friends in certain situations. Usually after work, they'd meet up for drinks and bitch about their boss, complain about their personal lives and drink their sorrows away. Until Tony became the boss and suddenly, their fighting was a far more common occurrence; they had to find a line that allowed them to be friends and employee/employer. The line was blurred, they could work together as long as one of them didn't disagree with the other then suddenly an argument would break out yet after work they were out drinking or at dinner with the others family. While it made no sense, no one questioned it in fear more questions would create another set of problems.  

After work, Steve is tired and refuses to go home, he'll be returning to a empty bed and the devil's spawn will be there. Against better judgement, he decides to go out with Bucky and Tony. Tony is buying the first round per Bucky's request, "The boss pays first round, he works us to the bone least he could do is pay for our drinks." which puts a smile on Steve's face but not for long. He's lost in the negative yet again.

James 'Bucky' Barnes or Jimmy as Tony refers to him when he's angry (which only pisses off Bucky), has been friends with Steve since childhood, they grew up just five houses apart and instantly became family. Everyone assumed they were brothers because of how close they were and eventually they stopped correcting people, they felt like family and they were. Chances were if you found Bucky, Steve wouldn't be to far away. They were attached by the hip which was how they manage to work together. Steve applied first and Bucky applied on a whim somehow both managing to land a job.

"Why weren't you at work today?" Tony asks, turning into their boss for a moment as he looks at Bucky. Who called in with the excuse he was sick but was perfectly healthy now.

"Sick."

Tony raises an eyebrow. "Sick? But not too sick to drink?"

"Drinking heals the soul." Tony shakes his head, scoffing at the younger man and walks to the bar to retrieve the beers.

It doesn't take long before Bucky realizes something is eating at his best friend, not that it was difficult to see, Steve had a terrible poker face. Exactly the reason, Bucky and Tony always won during poker nights, one look at Steve and it was obvious, if his hand was good or bad. "Alright, what's wrong, punk?" He asks nudging him in the arm.

Steve lifts his head, confused. "Huh? Oh, nothing." His shoulders shrug.

"Something's up. Tony said you didn't even argue with him about having to redo a report."

"There was no reason to argue."

If they were in a old fashioned bar, the record would've scratched and everyone around them would've gasped. Their expressions would've matched Bucky's whose starring him wide eyed with his jaw almost on the floor. "No reason to fight with Stark? Now I know something is up. You never pass up a moment to argue with Stark, no matter how ridiculous."

Tony arrives at the table, three beers in hand, "Drink up boys."

Enthusiastically, Tony and Bucky grab the beers quickly drowning their livers in the brown liquid and share a look of confusion when Steve grabs the bottle but doesn't drink it. The two men silently come to the conclusions his attitude shift is none other than problems linked to his wife. They have yet another silent realization that one of them is going to have to be the one to ask and neither want to do it. Their eyes convey their words, arguing over who is going to do it before Tony says to hell with it and asks.

"So, what'd she do?" Tony asks, leaning back in his seat, getting ready for another dive into Steve's relationship.

"What? Who? Annabel?"

Bucky lets out a sarcastic laugh, "Who else?"

"It's not her." The two men beside him let out a laugh. "It's her sister." As quickly as their laughter started, it was gone. Confusion is clearly going to play a large role in tonight's conversation.

"Sister?" Bucky questions. "I didn't know she had a sister?" he looks at Tony for confirmation, he to didn't know

There's not a descriptive word in the English language that could properly convey the feeling of sorrow that overtakes Steve as he tells the story of dear ol' Addison Shaw, the black sheep of the Shaw family. He can see his friends faces contort with confusion and disgust as they take in the secret. They're as speechless as Steve was the first time he heard and suddenly filled with anger, Tony's eyes shift and Bucky's jaw tightens. Steve fills a wave of euphoria after finally getting every last drop out, the story is out there, finally he's not alone in bearing the weight. He can have a third party involved, someone that isn't entirely involved by blood or marriage. A new opinion, someone to tell him if he is doing the right thing or at least give him advice.

Tony is uncharastically speechless, normally the man has words ready before someone is even done speaking but now he's leaning on his hand and letting out a deep breathe, while he tries to process the revolution. Bucky however is, leisurely drinking his beer and shaking his head. Then he smiles and Steve knows, the second Bucky smiles after startling information is revealed is never a good thing.

"Well, shit." Bucky adds. "You hit the jackpot, kid." He's not done. There is no shock factor yet and Bucky loves to shock, if even for entertainment purposes. "She single?" There it is. The one line that makes Steve question why he's friends with him. "Or you know, down for something? Sex with someone who's got a few screws loose is fucking life changing."

"Goddamn, Barnes." Tony chimes in with disgust. "Don't let your boss hear you say stuff like that, you're gonna fail a drug test if you stick it in her."

"I'm telling my friend, not my boss." He corrects.

"Two drug tests a day then?" Tony asks shifting the conversation from Bucky's sexual conquests to the real issue at hand. Steve nods. "She got a record?"

Steve sighs for the hundredth time tonight, "According to Annabel, yes. A few arrests for drug use but I don't know the details. I don't even think she does."

Tony suggests using one of his 'friends' to look into Addison, the perks of being born with money meant you had an assortment of people at your fingertips, all waiting for the one phone call to get started. He's listing off people that Steve can use, a detective who owes him a few favors (he won't say why and Steve is scared to ask), a doctor who can get him a better drug testing kit; a private investigator to not only watch her every move but to find out where she has been for the last few years.

For a moment, Steve considers it; it would make his life a lot easier, probably easier to sleep. "No, I can't." He shakes his head with disappoint. "Annabel said, she'd last three weeks at most before she slips up. it would be a waste of time."

"What if she slip ups and costs you guys something?" Bucky finally interjects, this time with something helpful. "You guys were already having problems, what if she's the thing that makes you call it quits."

For the first time in their friendship, Tony agrees with Bucky as painful as it, the last few weeks-months have been filled with Steve drinking his pain away and cursing at the thought of his wife. It wasn't divorce worthy yet but the possibility of separating had arose. Tony suggested it, using his own relationship as an example. "Time apart hurt like hell but it did the trick, made us... me realize what I wanted and need." He'd said. Bucky was silent during the conversation, not having a 'relationship' to compare it to. The most trouble he faced was deciding what woman to call if he didn't luck out at the bar. Steve and Tony were the only ones in long term relationships and knew the troubles you could experience. Tony was far more useful in this situation but surprisingly Bucky was holding his own.

"It wouldn't cause that." Steve argues.

"It could."

Steve feels like a lost puppy after Tony speaks and his eyes drop to his gold wedding band. Every aspect of their lives, he'd taken into account except for their marital problems. Things weren't great between he and Annabel but they weren't bad either, it was this weird space between them. They spoke but not frequently. They said they loved each other and kissed one another goodbye but it didn't feel the same anymore. They'd fight, then make up and fight again. An endless cycle.

"Steve..." Bucky voice is small, as if he's not entirely sure what to say. "Why would Annabel agree to this? To her staying with you guys?"

All Steve can do is shrug, "I don't know. I think it's because she's trying to be nice? Do what her parents couldn't."

"You said she brought drugs to your wedding after Annabel invited her and she's giving her another chance?"

"I don't know." Steve finally gives up, none of it makes sense.

"Was she at your mother in law's funeral?" Tony asks, thinking back to the depressing day, there wasn't anyone in particular he remembered looking troubled attending.

"No, Annabel said she refused to answer the phone."

Tony scoffs, "God."

Steve's phone beeps, stealing their attention and startling all of them. It's a text message from Annabel asking about Addison's latest drug test. His cue to go home. "Boys, I have to go." He says, tapping Tony on the shoulder before rising to his feet. He tosses a few dollars onto the table for them. "Next round's on me." He's grateful for the notification, he'd lost track of time and didn't want to leave Addison alone in his home. Bucky offers a helping hand before he departs, "Call me if you need me. If it gets outta control."

Arriving home just in time to beat the sunset, he quickly gathers the jar and heads to the his guest house, it's quiet again; no noises; no moving this either. It's dead silence. "Addison?" He resorts to shouting her name and knocking. She answers the door wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose fitting guns n roses t-shirt, her hair is a birds nest and dark bags under her eyes. They're not happy to see one another but without any complaints, she takes the small jar and disappears from his view. He stares at his watch again, timing her. One minute... two minutes... two in a half... three minutes... three minutes and sixteen seconds before she comes into view, the jar wrapped yet again in toilet paper. He doesn't say anything this time, she has to know by now and there is no point in repeating. The results once again are clean. He texts Annabel, telling her Addison is clean and that he misses her, wishes she was here and that he loves her before laying down in bed.

It's cold. The bed and the house when he wakes, the bedside alarm clock taunts him reading, 12:09am. Four hours of sleep yet he feels like he only got five minutes of sleep. Steve stretches his muscles and exits the bedroom, sighing heavily as his bare feet touch the wooden planks beneath him. The kitchen is dimly lit from the fish tank full of fish, they always manage to neglect; another reason they couldn't have a dog. Their fish sometimes go days without eating or days where they are overfed, unfortunately never in between. He plans to feed them only to grab his chest and let out a loud, "Fuck!" when he notices a figure sitting at the counter. The figure jumps as well, glass shatters against the floor, making the scene even more harrowing.

"Shit."

[anagentinwriting]

To Catch a Thief - Part 12

Summary: Being an FBI field agent was your dream job but having been stuck behind a desk for most of your career you’ve almost given up. Fortunately, a series of robberies with minimal evidence forces you to assist a team in the field to help solve the case. But when the only thing left behind is a series of song lyrics, will you be able to find the perp? Or will the number of obstacles and lack of evidence keep you from solving the case?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 3221

Warnings: Language

To Catch a Thief Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Peter POV

Arriving in Wakanda with Ronan and Korath, Peter knew this was going to be an interesting retrieval. Peter preferred working alone, Rule #5: Work by yourself every chance you get, but since no one knew where to start the search The Collector thought it best to send a couple of people with him.

Ronan laid a map of Wakanda on top of the Jeep’s hood and decided the necklace had to be in one of three spots: City of the Dead, Warrior Falls, or Jabari Land. Peter wanted to check out Warrior Falls first since Valkyrie's story happened near water, but he got outvoted. Instead, they went into the City of the Dead because the Trinkets believed if you wanted to protect something keep it close, but Peter disagreed.

As Peter suspected the City of the Dead was a dead end. They wasted a whole day only to come up with purple flowers. Korath drove back out of the city towards Warrior Falls and Peter couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He knew they should have started at the Falls, but they didn’t listen. He wasn’t an idiot he knew what he was doing. Rule #200: Research what you are stealing.

“Peter come in, Peter you there,” you said through his comm. “Sorry new to this...um...cough if you can hear me.” Peter coughed, but it turned into one of those coughing fits. “Calm down, I only needed like a single cough; no needed to cough up a lung.” He continued to cough but couldn’t stop the smirk from appearing on his face.

“Sorry, something in my throat,” he coughed again before taking a sip of water.

“I thought you were dying, guess I was mistaken,” Ronan chuckled, staring out the front windshield as Korath drove through the forest.

“Shut up you Big Turd Blossom,” Peter scoffed. “How far are we out?”

“It shouldn’t be much longer,” Korath chimed in, looking at the GPS.

“You finally get a date with the FBI agent neighbor of yours.”

Peter tried to say something, but Korath interrupted him. “Star-Prince a date?” Korath laughed, slapping his hand against the steering wheel. “Good one, Ronan.”

“Come on man.” Peter rolled his eyes staring back out the window. “I don’t think she’d give me much of a chance anymore anyways,” Peter said softly enough for the comm to pick up.

“Yeah, Pete. Kraglin here. If that was meant for YN, she’s not here. Gamora made her go eat dinner. She hasn’t eaten much since we got to Wakanda. If you ask me, she’s worried about you man.”

Peter breathed a half smile as he stared out the window. With all that’s happened, he was worried about you, too. He hated ignoring you and pretending to be busy when all he was doing was drinking his sorrows away at Trash Panda. You needed time to process everything, and Peter wanted to give it to you. He promised he’d talk to you when this is all over.

“We’re here Star-Crunch!”  Korath said grabbing his gear out of the back of the jeep.

Peter stepped outside the door and stretched making his back crack. “Already?”

“We need to hike the rest of the way and set up camp. Dusk will soon be upon us soon,” Korath stated. Peter tilted his head up seeing blue skies, but he couldn’t see much more with the tree coverage.

Peter moved to the back of the Jeep to grab his gear when he saw Ronan coming out of the trees.  “It’s clear I took care of the guards. Time to move forward,” Ronan mentioned.

“Wait, you killed them?”

“Call it an occupational hazard.”

“Come, let’s get this over with.” Korath walked past them and into the rainforest.

Peter rolled his eyes following behind them carrying his gear. This is why he hated working with the Trinkets, they did whatever they wanted and never had to face the consequences.

“Peter, Peter are you there?” Your voice rang in his ear.

He cracks a half smile at the sound of your voice. “Yeah,” he whispered, rubbing his mouth.

“You’re heading in the right direction. I guess you’re smarter than I pegged you for.” He bit his bottom lip to keep from smiling. His assumption was right the necklace had to be in the falls.

“How much farther is it, gentleman?” Peter asked, stepping over a fallen log.

“We should get there by afternoon tomorrow,” Korath replied, glancing down at his GPS. “But, we have more ground to cover before we reach our camp point?”

“Wow, you have it all figured out already? Rest points, checkpoints, but when are the restroom points?”

“Will you shut up?” Ronan shouted, turning his head towards Peter.

“Will you shut up?” Peter mocked in a whiny voice.

A couple of hours later, they reached their camp point.  Peter pulled his gear out of his bag and set up camp. Ronan started a fire to cook his supper, Korath fiddled with his tablet, and Peter laid on his sleeping bag staring at the stars.

“Peter, I'm going to read this gossip magazine because I know you love them.” He furrowed his brows and stared hard at the night sky. He hated gossip magazines he didn’t understand the point of them. Budging into people’s private lives when they're trying to live their own life. He decided as long as he could listen to your voice he’d be okay with it. “What? This comes as a total shock. Tony Stark and Pepper Potts are having a baby! Oh my god, really? This shit is news nowadays. Yeah, this magazine sucks...moving on.” He let out a quiet chuckle.

“How about them Yankees? Just kidding, I don’t pay attention to football.  Wait, no that’s baseball,” you laughed. “I’m too sleep deprived for this right now.” Peter loved hearing you laugh. He wished he could be with you right now instead of in the middle of the rainforest pursuing a piece of jewelry he didn’t give a shit about.

“In case you’re wondering, I’m on the first watch, so you’re going to have to listen to my annoying voice. Hope your good with that,” you paused, waiting for a response. He coughed and hummed. “Knew you still like me,” you chuckled.

“I think we need to talk about the elephant over the comm. Since you can’t speak without getting killed, I’ll go first.” You took a deep breath. “At first, I didn’t know why you did it.  I thought you were in it for the money or the glory or whatever.  Most people are when it comes to these sort of things, but you weren’t Peter. You had a reason, you did it for family, for your mother, and I understand that. I mean, if I could go back to warn my parents about what was going to happen. I’d do it in a heartbeat.” You stayed quiet for a few minutes, and he continued to stare at the stars.

“I kind of miss you. Is that weird to say? I don’t know, but you’re a good guy, Peter,” you confessed, clearing your throat.  “And I’m sorry if I did anything disconcerting to make you hate me.”

You thought he hated you. Where did that come from? It was the total opposite, Rule #2: Never get close to a cop, but it’s not like he could say anything right now and not get caught. He’d have to let it pass and talk once this all blows over.

“Ahh, sappy moments. Gross, am I right? Sorry,” you laughed awkwardly. “Anyways, I made a playlist cause I know you’re sick of listening to Korath and Ronan. Enjoy the comm tunes!”

He waited as you put the music through.  Right away he heard Faithfully by Journey. He grinned, of course, you would play this song first. He started out singing it quietly which then turned into belting out the chorus.

“Will you shut up? Some people are trying to sleep here,” Ronan shouted, making Peter laugh.

At that moment he didn’t care about anything because over his comm he could hear you giggling.  He was the reason behind it, and he couldn’t stop smiling. He turned his back towards the fire and continued to listen to your playlist until he fell asleep.

They walked in silence for a few hours until they reached the edge of a cliff where a river flowed below them. The Golden City was in the far distance surrounded by miles and miles of trees spreading in all directions. The view was breathtaking, and Peter never thought he’d see anything like this.

“This way,” Korath insinuated, turning to walk upstream as the other men followed behind.

“Peter we need to talk.” Your voice rang into his ear.

“Dudes, I gotta take a leak, do you mind if I---” Peter gestured to his crotch before pointing to the trees.

“Make it quick,” Ronan scoffed, shaking his head.

Peter took off his gear and walked into the forest a good distance away from Ronan and Korath before speaking. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I wanted to give you a heads up at Warrior Falls. Valkyries tunnel is between one of the falls but to get to it you have to stop the water from flowing over the cliffs.”

“How do you reckon we do that?”

“There’s a sensor mechanism in the water like an hourglass funnel. It slows the flow of the water going over the cliffs within a certain diameter when it’s activated. This will make it possible to check the area for tunnels.  Shuri changed the algorithm to make it easier to hack for a normal person as she called it. She thinks Korath can do it given his track record.”

“I thought I wasn’t getting any outside help on this?” He questioned with a humorous grin on his face before taking a wide stance.

“Call it a one-time thing.”

“I’ll take what I can get. Thank you,” Peter sighed in contentment.

“You’re...wait, are you...are you peeing?”

“No,” he lied, zipping his pants back up.

“You’re lying.”

“Well….I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to drain the main vein.”

“Yeah, I didn’t need to hear that. Be safe.”

“You too, sweetheart.”

Peter walked back out of the forest to find Korath scanning the surroundings while Ronan stood there with their arms crossed across his chest. “What crawled up your butt, bro?”

“Lose the tracker.”

“Tracker? What tracker?”

“The one in your purse.”

“It’s not a purse, it’s a knapsack, and there’s no tracker in it.” Peter narrowed his eyes at him.

“Korath found it this morning when it was interfering with his tablet. Who have you been talking too?”

“Wow, searching through other people’s things. Real cool guys, thought we could trust each other.  And no, I haven’t been talking to anyone, I swear.”

“Then who put the tracker on you.”

“Shit, I don’t know, man. My neighbor. She’s gotten pretty suspicious of me, but I didn’t think she would’ve gone this far.” He opened his knapsack to find the small sticker inside. He ripped it off and held it in the air to examine it. “Huh? Well, this is some fancy tech. Am I right boys?” Korath scoffed as Peter threw it over the cliff into the river below. “Happy?”

“Yes. Let’s keep moving,” Ronan concurred, starting to walk upstream.

“Peter, you there? What are you doing? Why are you going down the stream?” You panicked. “If you are floating down that river dead, I will bring you back and kill you myself. Peter, answer me?”

“I’m fine,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear.

“Thank god. You fucking scared me, Peter! Don’t you dare do that again! Shuri’s going to be pissed you threw away her tech. You know this tech doesn’t just grow on trees, right? Scratch that, it might in Wakanda.” He smiled at your concern.

Peter heard pounding water flowing in the distance, and once they curved around the corner his eyes landed on Warrior Falls. Waterfall after waterfall flowed at once on both sides of the stream. One side of the stream had a higher elevation with various cliffs and plateaus creating small pools of standing water before toppling over into the river.  It was really something else.  He couldn’t take his eyes off it until the two men stood there glaring at him.

“Did I miss something?” Peter inquired, walking up to them.

“Last night, Korath narrowed down where the correct tunnel could be. But first, he has to hack into the funnel mechanism to stop the water flow,” Ronan shared.

“I guess it’s time to get kinky with some rope then, am I right fellas?” Peter said, rubbing his hands together with anticipation.

Korath hacked into the mechanism with ease slowing down the water flow over the cliffs. Peter took off his knapsack and started pulling out his climbing equipment. Rule #56: Pack more than what you think you’ll need. He drilled the blot into the stone and strung the cable through it as did Ronan and Korath. They scaled down the slippery cliffs, and after a days worth of searching they came up empty.

Another day was drawing to a close, and he didn’t hear a peep out of YN or the team for the past two days.  He couldn’t hear anything besides the rushing sound of the water, but at least this whole thing was almost over.

Peter moved onto the next cliff but stopped short when something caught his attention down below. He squinted his eyes, but with the sun setting, it was hard to tell what it could be. He continued to scale down until his feet hit a small pool of water on top of it. He unlatched himself from the cable and walked to the small opening in the corner. He called the other two men over before venturing inside.

“Who’s first?” Peter asked, getting no reply. “Okay, guess I’ll go first. Not like I wasn’t the one who found it in the first place, but hey, let’s send the expendable one in first,” Peter mumbled, entering the cave tunnel alone. He shined his flashlight inside only seeing darkness. “Okay, you got this, your Star-Lord. All I have to do is find this necklace, get my mom back, then get the girl. We’ll all live happily ever after like Kevin Bacon.”

Walking through the dark and quiet tunnel, he beamed his flashlight until he stepped into a dim lit room. A language Peter didn’t recognize was written on the walls and skeletons laid on the ground wearing protective gear. A stone pillar sat in the center of the room with grooves carved into the top. This had to be the place he read about. “I thought this place was a myth.”

“A myth, no, this place and the stones are very real,” Ronan stated, coming out of the tunnel with an evil look plastered on his face. “Now, where is the Soul Stone?”

Valkyrie left this cave leaving behind the Soul Stone. If she never returned, it should be on the pillar, but Peter saw no sign of it anywhere. Did she come back after her tribe exiled her? Peter’s eyes wandered around the cave seeing glass bottles, tankards, and goblets laying all over the ground. In every book he read about these stones each one mentioned Valkyries drinking problem. This further proved his theory. She must’ve returned and hid the stone away from those who wouldn’t understand it. Maybe, she didn’t die from drinking but from protecting the stone.

“Quill, any ideas?” Ronan asked as Peter rubbed his forehead continuing to think. “Quill.”

“Valkyrie came back.”

“Who?” Korath asked.

“Come on man, Valkyrie. The badass woman that left her village in search of new aspirations.  The one who found these stones in the first place. She came back for the stone she left behind.”

“Why does that matter?” Ronan questioned, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Well, I think she came back to destroy it but found out she couldn’t, so she stayed here to protect it," Peter answered, resting his hands on his hips.

“Then, what did she do with it?”

“Best guess, she hid it in the walls or buried it somewhere.”

“Let’s search everywhere.”

Peter sat against the wall out of breath. They’ve been at this for hours only to come up with nothing, again. The room was dark with the only light coming from their flashlights. He tried to contact YN’s team, but all he heard was silence. Did his comm unit stop working after all the water activity? And if the Wakandans knew the stone was here, why haven’t they tried to retrieve it?

“Quill, get off your ass and find it. We are running out of sunlight,” Ronan sneered, kicking Peter’s boot.

“We are out of sunlight idiot. It’s pitch black in here.”

“I don’t care. What do you think flashlights are for?”

Peter stood up and patted the dirt off his pants.  He stepped over to the pillar in the center of the room to take a closer look at it. “One, two, three, four, five,” Peter counted, shining his flashlight over the grooves. Then, he counted again. “Did no one think to count the grooves in this thing?” Peter inquired, pointing his flashlight in Ronan and Korath face.

“No, what’s the point? There are six stones so six grooves.” Ronan spoke up.

“Yeah, well I’m not so sure about that because I only count five grooves.”

“What?” Ronan rushed over, pushing Peter out of the way to count them for himself. “We have been searching for a stone that doesn’t exist?”

“Not exactly, it could be a key, you know like all five stones open a door, or hatch of some sort to retrieve the sixth stone. Have neither of you seen a movie?” Ronan and Korth stared at him dumbfounded. “Do either of you have the stones along with you?”

“I’ll make a call to The Collector. Korath, I will need your assistance with the connection.” They leave heading back out the tunnel, and Peter breaks into a dance and starts singing Eye of the Tiger by Survivor.

“Peter, you hear me?” your voice rang statically through his ear making him stop and glance back at the entrance before he answered.

“Yes.”

“Nice dance moves,” you chuckled.

“Thanks! Wait, you can see me?” He asked, shining the flashlight around the room.

“Clear as day. Shuri installed these Ultra HD cameras she invented down there, but trust me, you won’t find them. They’re the size of a thumbtack, and they can camouflage themselves.” He huffed, observing the room with his flashlight again only to find nothing.

“No kidding! Then, this one’s for you, sweetheart.” He started dancing again and shaking his hips forcing a giggle out of you.

“What are you celebrating?”

“The Collector’s coming to Wakanda, and he’s bringing the necklaces with him.” Peter shuffled in place doing the Single Ladies dance. “Then the FBI, being you and the team,--” he pointed to an area on the wall then pointed to a different area before shrugging "--will take his ass down, and sweetheart, that’s worth celebrating.” Rule #1: Never fall in love.

AN: Things are getting deep! Do you think their plan will work out? What kind of trickery do you think Valkyrie created in order to protect the stone? Will it be an easy in and out, or will someone not make it to the end? Find out next week! As always thanks for reading!

[alphaimagine]

Kinktober Day 6: Public, Hagakure Toru

Having an invisible girlfriend certainly wasn’t easy. Even when dressed, he was still walking into her, sitting on her by accident and scaring himself silly when she started speaking. It was even worse when Hagakure decided she wanted to be a brat and spook him on purpose by undressing and running around the house totally invisible.

Yes...life with Hagakure was beyond interesting, and sometimes infuriating. However, she was treasure, and he wouldn’t trade her for the world. So sitting down for a lovely dinner, at an expensive restaurant, he hardly expected her to pull a crazy stunt now, of all times. Especially with it being their fifth anniversary.

Playing idly on his phone, he hardly paid any mind when she had excused herself to the restroom. Minutes passed, and he began to scroll through Twitter, bored.

“Happy anniversary babe.” he jumps, looking around widely.

“Toru?” a soft tap, tap on his shoulder altered them that she was indeed there. “What are you doing? Where are your clothes?” he hisses.

“In my bag, still in the bathroom.” she hummed, and he sees her chair move outwards.

“Any particular reason why?” the table cloth is lifted, and her chair is bumped.

“Duh, I wouldn’t have done this for nothing. That dress cost me a lot of hard earned money ya know.” she sounds so cheery, but he realizes her voice isn’t coming from her seat.

Before he can shoot off any more questions, he feels her tug at his zipper.

“I wanna give you your present early, ok babe?” he looks around, wondering if anyone had any clue what was happening. It would ruin her career if people found out what lewd behavior she was showing in public.

No one was paying a bit of attention.

He hears a tiny giggle from under the table.

“Oh my God babe, you’re seriously getting hard already? You naughty boy~” he sucks in a breath when her warm fingers wrap around his half hard cock.

“I know you’ve always wanted to do this.” she teased, enjoying herself far to much. “And I know if I asked first you’d say something like ‘Think of your career!’ or, ‘Pro heroes don’t do stuff like that!’ so I had to surprise you.” he wonders if anyone can hear her, or see just how flushed his face was.

“Soooo sit back and relax. Let me show you how much I’ve loved the past five years~” before he can argue, she gives his cock a hard jerk. It startles him, and he nearly knocks his glass of water over.

“Sorry, sorry, to hard?” she snickers, running her nails across the sensitive underside of his dick. “You’ve got to be quiet ok? Don’t want anyone to find out~” gripping the sides of his chair tighter, he resists the urge to reach under the table and strangle her.

“Is everything ok sir?” damn it all. The waiter came over, concern look on her face. “You seem agitated, are you ok?” he opens his mouth to respond, but the feeling of Hagakure’s lips wrapping around his cock sends another jolt through him.

“Y-yeah.” he chocks out. “Just...not feel very well.” her tongue is hot and warm, lapping at his cock like some dog licking its master.

“Do you need me to call anyone?” he would give anything for that waiter to just go away.

“My girlfriend is here, she just stepped out to make a phone call. She’ll be back soon.”  the lie seemed to finally satisfy the waitress, and she leaves to tend to other tables.

A loud snicker form under the table, and Hakagure takes him into her mouth again. He can hear the small, lewd noises leaking from her mouth, and wonders how no one can question this.

She’s sucking harder, tiny gags escaping as she tries to take his whole length. He closes his eyes, trying to will himself under control.

“Hm..hm...” she getting louder, and he knows its on purpose. She was just determined to get them caught...and it was honestly hot as hell. Knowing his love was doing something so private, in the presence of hundreds of people…

“Urg...” another rather loud gag, and he can’t hold it back anymore. Back stiffening, his nails curl up and dig into his palm. She swallows loudly, and he feels her tongue lapping up the rest of his cum.

Carefully placing him back inside his own pants and zipping him up, she wiggles out from under the table.

A pair of hands rest on his shoulders gentle, and he shudders when she whispers in his ear.

“Thank you for the meal~”

[ellanainthetardis]

I stumbled across the same line. Could you write about them having sex on a hovercraft? I'd like to prompt that. Thank you :)

Here you go! {x]

Relaxation Methods

Effie was terrified.

She supposed she was doing agood job of hiding it and projecting a calm and collected appearance but shewas, in truth, terrified. Not only were they flying across Panem when thecountry was a war zone and there were good chances they would be blown out ofthe sky if word came back to the enemy the rebels’ President was on board ofthe hovercraft but they hadn’t heard from the Star Squad yet.

It had been more thanforty-eight hours now and she couldn’t focus on the battle plans Coin and herchief advisors were discussing because she was too busy worrying about whereher victors were. Was Katniss alright? Had Peeta tried to kill her again? DidFinnick have an inkling he was going to be a father or would it come as a shockto hear it? Was Finnick even alright? She wouldn’t have put it past Four’svictor to do something stupidly heroic and then what would become of Annie? AndKatniss… Did she know Prim had been assigned to a medical field unit? Effie hadprotested when the girl had told her, had claimed it was too dangerous and thatshe better help out in Thirteen where she would be safe… And Peeta… Poor precious Peeta… She was worrying about himmost because he was the foe amongst allies and she wasn’t certain the rest ofthe Squad would protect him like he deserved to be protected…

She was still raging about thedecision to send Peeta to the Capitol. Haymitch had been incensed when he hadtold her but nothing he had said or done had changed the President’s mind.Neither of them had actually said it out loud but they both knew it was thelast straw. It was too obvious a play. Coin wanted Katniss out of thechessboard and that was happeningover their dead bodies… Something would need to be done but first…

“Effie.” Plutarch’s voice was atouch irritated and she supposed it wasn’t the first time he had called hername. She took the piece of paper he handed her, checked it and quicklydelivered the memo to the hovercraft’s pilot as instructed.

The hovercraft was bigger thanthe standard ones they sent to battle and it reassured her a little because itfelt like a flying fortress. It didn’t do much to assuage the fear gnawing ather guts though.

She tried to get a grip becauseshe was useless like this but she couldn’t get past the fog in her mind, shecouldn’t ignore the overwhelming fear, the deep dread that something was aboutto go horribly wrong…

She caught sight of Haymitchdisappearing in the restroom when she turned the corner of a twisting corridorand instead of heading back to the temporary Command center, she glanced leftand right and, after assessing nobody was around, she quickly headed there andknocked on the locked door.

“One second.” his familiar voicegrumbled from inside.

“It’s me.” she answered. “Openthe door.”

There was a moment of silenceinside and then a snort. “Wanna watch me piss now? Weren’t too keen on it backin Thirteen…”

She pursed her lips and lookedaround once more to make sure nobody would walk on them. They had mostly sharedher compartment in Thirteen even though he had officially been rooming with Plutarch. The fact that she had neverbeen assigned a roommate, she was sure, was due to the fact it suited the Head Gamemakerperfectly to get rid of Haymitch most of the time. And, to be fair, Haymitchwasn’t the easiest person to live with. He made a mess of the most organizedroom and he had no concept of personal space. Sharing the tiny bathroom hadbeen a trial, mostly because he didn’t see why he couldn’t relieve himselfwhile she was already in there brushing her teeth.

As if that was a sight shewanted to see first thing in the morning.

It had taken a lot of training for him to finallyunderstand some mysteries shouldremain mysteries between a man and  awoman.

“Please.” she sighed.

She heard the telling noises of azip and the clinking of his belt buckle before the toilet was flushed. Then thelock turned and she forced her way inside before he could come out.

“Wash your hands.” she orderedwhile she turned the lock back on.

His eyebrows shot up but heobediently washed his hands at the small sink in the corner. “What’s wrong?”

“I am scared.” she confessedplainly, looking around the small room, trying to estimate how much space theyhad to work with. She decided they had done more with less and she cornered himagainst the sink, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him without givinghim a choice in the matter but his response was too slow for her taste. Shedidn’t want slow comforting kisses or gentle hands running up and down herback. She wanted bruising mouths devouring each other and fingers digging intoflesh. “Haymitch.” she begged “I need you. Please.”

He hesitated but only for a second. Nextmoment he had her pinned to the door and he was kissing her exactly like shewanted him too. With the passion that had made them crash and burn for years.With the reckless abandon that had often pushed them to risk it all and havesex in crowded mansions. With the impatience that had made it impossible forthem to reach a bed for close to a decade.

The uniforms weren’t practicalat all and they struggled to free the important parts all the while groping afeel over the fabric. He didn’t try to free her breasts and she didn’t try totake off her pants all the way. She got rid of one leg and wrap it around hiswaist, waiting for him to push his pants down to his ankles.

It wasn’t the most romantic andit wasn’t the best sex they would ever have but they had never been reallyromantic anyway and they had become very adept at making the most of rushedsex.

He worked her up like only hecould and, by the time she came with his name muffled against his neck, she hadforgotten she was scared. She wasn’t sure how long it would last but she clungto him hard as his hips rocked against hers, seeking his own release.

He came with a grunt and pressedhis forehead against the metal door at her back, his hands clenching under herthighs. He didn’t help her down at once and she was happy to let the moment goon a little while longer.

Eventually, she felt his lipsbrush against the side of her neck in a soft kiss and she knew the moment wasat an end. Outside, the war was raging on and the stolen minutes in thatrestroom could mean one of their friends’ death.

“Can’t promise everything willturn out alright, sweetheart…” he whispered under her jaw. “But I can promise… Whatever happens next… Weface it together, yeah?”

It was a bit uncertain and shealmost scoffed at him because, really, was there even any doubt left of that? But she saw the tentative offerfor what it was: a rare show of vulnerability, of feelings, of his own fears,and so she simply tightened her embrace.

“Of course.” she swore rightback. “We are a team.”

“That we are, Princess.” Hesmirked, pressing one last kiss against her neck. “Come on, let’s get cleanup.”

It took them a couple of minutesto be ready to go. She gave him a five minutes head start but when she walkedback into Command, Coin’s eyes tracked her progress and she had the sinkingfeeling the woman knew perfectly well what they had been up to. She hated thecalculating gaze the President had been tossing her lately.

She was a little too sure ofwhat that meant. At some point soon, Coin would try to use her to manipulateHaymitch, either as a bargaining chip or as a pressure point. And it would kill Haymitch because he had opened up duringthe last couple of months, safe from the Capitol’s particular brand ofcontrolling methods… They would be right back where they had started. With hisloved ones in danger and her amongst them.

But one day at a time, shereminded herself.

First, they would find a way tosave the children and then they woulddeal with the rebels President.

[ingloriousblasters]

On Top of the World (Grant Grant x Female Reader)

So I was in a crummy mood a few days ago, and it seemed like a lot of others were too, so I decided to write something to cheer me (and hopefully everyone else) up! I wanted to try a different rooker character and went with Grant Grant for the fluff. I’ve never written him before, but took inspiration from other’s depictions of him... I’m gonna stop rambling now. 

No warnings, just complete and utter fluff. 😊

Grading third grade spelling tests had become your Sunday ritual at the Backyard Diner. Finding it hard to concentrate at home or at the library, the diner had just enough background noise to keep you focused. Taking a sip of coffee from the powder blue mug, your red pen marked through question three of one of your student’s test, where they decided to provide a pretty decent drawing of Frankenstein’s monster, rather than writing out the word ‘knock.’ Writing their grade at the top of the paper, you drew a small, red smiley face next to the picture, but noted they still needed to try and spell the word, rather than just giving up.

Preoccupied with your task, you failed to notice the presence near the table. The sound of someone clearing their throat brought you out of your grading haze. Looking up, a man in a green, plaid shirt tucked into a pair of khaki pants and loafers smiled down at you.

“Excuse me miss,” his voice soft and soothing. “I was wondering if I could use some of your creamer?” he asked, pointing to the tin pitcher on your table and shaking his other hand holding the same blue mug as you.

“Oh, uh sure.” you smiled.

“Thank you very much!” he replied, his index finger pushing his oversized, aviator glasses back on his face before grabbing the tin. It took you a moment to recognize the man, but those glasses and bald head were hard to mistake. You had always seen Grant Grant out and about in Wheelsy, it was a relatively small town after all, but you two never crossed paths until now. He reached down to pick up the tin pitcher, which looked diminutive in his large hands, and put a couple splashes in his cup.

“Thanks so much. Been trying to drink it black for a change, but I can’t stand it. Got too much of a sweet tooth.” He grinned. You smiled back at him, finding his toothy smile infectious.

“Yeah, me too,” you said, pointing to the half eaten cinnamon roll on the table. Grant chuckled at your statement.

“So, uh you’re new to Wheelsy aren’t ya?” he asked, stirring his coffee.

“Mmhm. I’m (y/n).” Grant stuck out his hand to shake yours and you noticed how warm and surprisingly smooth his were.

“How ya liking it?”

“It’s pretty good,” you admitted. “Definitely a change from the city.” You had only been in Wheelsy for about half a year, taking a position at the elementary school to be closer to your family in the next town over. Grant nodded his head, shuffling on his feet in the silence.

“Well, uh maybe I’ll see ya around again? Don’t want to keep you from your work” he said, waving to you as he made his way back to his booth on the other side of the diner.

“Yeah! Ok!” you said waving back. You watched him scoot back into his booth, take a sip of his sweetened coffee and smile. The man had a kind demeanor about him, and you couldn’t help but look up from your stack of tests from time to time just to get a glimpse. The deep, blue eyes behind those glasses had caught you off guard.

You heard about what happened to Grant Grant before you arrived. His ex-wife, Starla, had apparently run off with the Sheriff, leaving the older man alone with the rumors of the small town. You had seen pictures of Starla from old school yearbooks in the town library, and she was beautiful. No wonder he had fallen in love with her. You wondered if maybe Starla had only married him for his money when you found out Grant Grant owned the car dealership, but all the teachers you had come to befriend stated otherwise. They had a real, honest relationship for many years before Starla decided she didn’t want that life anymore. Watching Grant from his booth, your heart felt for him sitting alone. He had finished his breakfast and went up to the counter to pay, holding a conversation with the waitress for a few minutes before leaving. On his way out, he turned to wave at you and you smiled and waved back as he walked out of the door.

As the weeks went by, your and Grant’s Sunday ‘run ins’ became more frequent, and soon the run-ins turned into actual planned meetings. It was nice to get to know another resident outside the schooling system, and you discovered Grant Grant had lived a fascinating life before settling in Wheelsy, having been a Marine. His separation from Starla was amicable enough you found out, and he had taken some time for himself, not ready to enter the dating pool again. That wasn’t to say he didn’t have a lot of suitors though.  Out in the town, you became aware of just how many of Wheelsy’s female population would come up to Grant to make small talk, and you’d find yourself a little jealous, though you and Grant weren’t anything more than friends as far as you knew. You weren’t the Starla type, dressed in tea length dresses with perfectly primed hair, preferring the jeans and T-shirt look outside of work, but the more you got to know Grant, the more you found yourself attracted to him. Behind his elderly father style, he was quite a handsome man for his age. His steel blue eyes sparkled like the ocean when the sun hit them, and well built muscles peaked through whenever he rolled up his sleeves.

On the eighth Sunday, you and Grant were at the Backyard Diner, enjoying your coffee and splitting one of the diner’s famously gigantic cinnamon rolls for a late breakfast. One of the single moms came up to your booth and proceeded to chat with Grant about her brake pump, while not so subtly bending over the table to show off her cleavage so she could ‘hear him better,’ completely ignoring your existence. Growing annoyed, you cleared your throat to excuse yourself and walked to the restroom. When you returned the woman was gone and Grant sat waiting for you to return. Crumbling a napkin in his hand, his demeanor seemed to change in the few minutes you were gone. A sinking feeling came over you, figuring it had something to do with the woman who stopped by earlier.

“Hey,” his voice croaked. Grant cleared his throat and swallowed hard before beginning again. “Hey, (y/n), uh listen, I’ve been thinking about something recently.” Oh god, you thought, he was going to tell you he was seeing someone or that he didn’t want to continue your get togethers. A fast paced humming started in your chest, surprising you.

“I...I was wondering,” he adjusted his glasses on his face. A nervous tick you had picked up on from getting to know him. “The, uh, Wheelsy Fall Festival is coming up next weekend. Um, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me?” The humming in your chest exploded, his question catching you off guard.

“Oh, uh” was all you could sputter out.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he started.

“No! I’d... I’d love to!” you cut Grant off, not wanting to give him the wrong idea.

“Oh, good!” he beamed. His smile running up to his eyes and his hand dropping his grip on the napkin. “I’ll pick ya up around 5?” You nodded your head in approval.

“Ok then, it’s a date!” Grant replied, taking a sip of his coffee and forking a piece of the cinnamon roll.

A date, you kept thinking the whole week, Grant Grant asked you out on an actual date. You couldn’t help but smile whenever the thought entered your mind. He stopped by the school, during the middle of the week at lunch one day, saying he just wanted to make sure you still wanted to go. You told him yes, and asked why he didn’t just call you because the school wasn’t on his way back to work.

“I also kinda wanted to see you again before then,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks flushed underneath his glasses when you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

The doorbell to your apartment rang at five sharp the following Sunday, and you opened the door to greet Grant. Wearing his usual checkered shirt, khakis, and a tan zip up jacket, he looked nice as always. He adjusted his glasses as his eyes trailed you up and down.

“Wow! You look great!”

You brushed him off as you didn’t stray too far from your normal wear, opting for some tight black jeans, and a silky, long sleeved maroon shirt with a deep neckline. Locking up, Grant walked you to his truck, opening the passenger door for you and making sure you were all in before closing it. The coolness of the leather seats made its way to your back through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Kinda missed breakfast this morning,” you joked on the ride. You both had to finish up some things that morning in order to enjoy your evening.

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Been feeling off the whole day, like I’m forgetting something.” He laughed at his words and peeked over at you. It was only a few minutes later till you reached the festival, having to park in the gravel lot. Grant bought you a beer and you two walked together, mingling with each other’s friends and watching the pumpkin carving contest. Getting hungry, you made your way to the food station to grab a funnel cake and some hot cider.

“I’m uh, really happy you joined me tonight,” Grant said, taking a sip from his floral paper cup. “I wasn’t sure if you would.” he admitted.

“What?! Why?”

“Didn’t know if a pretty, young woman like yourself would be interested in an old man like me,” he shrugged.

“Grant,” you sighed. “You’re not old. And if we’re being honest, I didn’t think you had any interest in me,” you covered your blush by taking a drink of your cider. His wide eyes stared at you as he smiled.

“Oh that’s hogwash, (y/n)! Why would you think that?!” he reached for your hand across the wooden picnic table you were sitting at. You shrugged your shoulders, now suddenly embarrassed at all the thoughts that had been running through your head the past couple of weeks.

“I don’t know. I guess because I’ve seen pictures of your ex,” you looked down, avoiding his eye contact. “She’s beautiful, and all these women who come up to you when we’ve been out together.” You let go of his hand and covered your face as your embarrassment grew.

“Oh god! I sound like one of those crazy people don’t I?” you laughed. Grant leaned forward, forcing you to drop your arms, so he could see your face. His raspy voice called out for you and you finally let him move your hands away.

“You’re not crazy. I guess I shoulda ask ya out sooner, saved us both from some silly jealousy. But I haven’t been out with anyone since the divorce. I guess I was little nervous.” His blue eyes pleaded with yours, hoping you knew how terribly sorry he was that he caused you those feelings, even though he had no idea till now.

“Oh Grant, it’s fine. It’s no one’s fault. We’re here together now, right? That’s all the matters.” you smiled at him. His smiled reached his eyes again, letting you know everything was okay, and he told you to have the last piece of funnel cake. When you got up to leave, a chill ran through your body. The sun having gone down, the temperature had dropped some degrees and your blouse didn’t seem to be helping anymore.

“You cold?” Grant asked after returning from throwing the trash away.

“Just a little,” you said, wrapping your arms over your body.

“Here.” Grant proceeded to unzip his jacket and place it over your shoulders. You tried to protest, but he would have none of it, telling you he was just fine without it. You stuck your arms through the oversized sleeves and thanked him. You two started walking again, and Grant’s hand brushed against yours, your fingers intertwining when they connected.

“Geeze! You really are freezing!” he stated, while placing his other hand on top of yours and rubbing your cold skin warm.

Walking down the aisle filled with classic carnival games, you pointed out a giant panda bear hanging from one of the booths, telling Grant it reminded you of one you had when you were a kid. He let go of your hand and walked up to the ring toss booth it was located in. You cheered him on as he threw ring after ring, trying to hit the glass bottles. Fifteen minutes and forty dollars later, he had finally landed on the one needed to win the large prizes and handed you the black and white stuffed animal with a smile on his face.

“My hero!” you cooed and hugged him. His long, muscular arms wrapped around your body and you inhaled his minty scent before he let go out you, telling you there was one more thing he wanted to do before the festival ended. You walked to the back of the fairgrounds, towards the rides, and got in line for the ferris wheel. Having already bought a ticket, Grant told you to stay put for a moment while he went up to the carny operating the ferris wheel. You notice Grant slip something into the man’s hand and clap his overall-covered back, before turning around to head towards you.

“What was that?” you lifted an eyebrow. Grant shook his head, his mouth forming in odd shapes as he kept utterring that it was nothing. After a few minutes, it was finally your turn to board the cart. You and Grant took your seats on the worn out, dark red cushion bottom, while the carny lowered the restraining bar in front of you. Sliding backwards, three more carts were loaded before the ride truly started. After your first go around, Grant started to swing the cart back and forth, causing creaks in the old joints of the machine. You grabbed hold of his arm and begged him to stop teasing you.

“What? You’re scared of heights?” he laughed.

“No,” you answered fighting a laugh as well. “I’m just afraid of fifty year old carnival rides failing.” Grant abided by your wishes and stopped rocking the cart, letting you both enjoy the ride and the views you could see as you reached the top. After your third go around, the ferris wheel started to slow down, getting ready to let people off. As you passed by the carny again, the speed significantly dropped and you wound up stopping at the very top of the ferris wheel. Grant placed an arm around your shoulders as you looked out at the beautiful view of Wheelsy, all lit up in the night sky. You finally turned to look at him, your lips curled in a smile.

“So, is this why you slipped that guy some money?” you asked.

“Maybe,” he smiled back at you. He stared into your eyes, causing your heart to flutter. You had never seen anyone with the same shade of blue Grant’s eyes held. They were hypnotic, and you weren’t aware of him leaning towards you until you felt his lips on yours. Grant initiated the kiss, but let you continue it. Your eyes closing, you placed a hand on his cheek and turned your body to a more comfortable position. His slightly chapped lips grazed across yours and you felt a heat rush through your body in the chilly night air. Needing to catch your breath, you reluctantly broke the kiss, your mind finally catching up to your body. No one had ever done anything like this for you before, and you couldn’t help the smile on your face as you looked back at Grant, who had a similar look on his face.

“That was nice,” you finally spoke when the ferris wheel kicked to life again. Your cart moved only a short distance before a loud creak sounded and you abruptly stopped again, the cart swaying back and forth from the shift.

“Geeze! How much money did you give that man?” you asked.

“This isn’t me!” Grant started laughing when you realized it was the ferris wheel and you were actually stuck up in the air. You let out a groan, starting to get uncomfortable in the cart with images of you plummeting to the ground in your head.

“Oh it’s gonna be okay, Sugarplum!” Grant’s voice called out soothingly as he brought you into his side. Your face buried in his neck, you lifted your head to look at him.

“What did you call me?” you asked, amused at the new name.

“Oh, uh...Sugarplum?” Grant said in a flustered state, unsure now if it was okay to use. You leaned up to kiss him again and moved your mouth over to his ear.

“I like it,” you whispered, before capturing his lips again, figuring this was the best way to occupy your time until you reached the ground.

[artificialqueens]

The Best Bets Are the Ones No One Loses Pt. 2

A/N: You asked for it…

Courtney coaxed the last drops of the 7&7 from the plastic airline cup. She didn’t like to drink much alcohol while flying because it was dehydrating, but she needed a bit of liquid courage. They had avoided all acknowledgement of the night before while running around to catch their early morning flight. Willam being positively sub verbal. He wasn’t much of a morning person though so she gave him the benefit of the doubt. But now they had nothing but time, 4 hours 20 minutes to be exact.

Willam was curled up sideways in the seat next to her, sniggering at some video on his phone. “Court, you gotta watch this. The parrot…”

“Maybe later Will,” Courtney smiled at him, “right now I’d love to talk about last night. While we’ve got some quiet time.”

Willam sighed and slipped his phone into his backpack. While Courtney could be easily distracted most of the time, he also knew how tenacious she could be about things that were important to her.

“You have the rare pleasure of my undivided attention,” Willam stated. Courtney’s smile widened, that was a precious gift indeed.

“I want to start by checking in that you’re still okay with how things played out last night,” she began. Willam nodded and she continued. “So am I. There’s a bit to unpack though, and I’m happy to start with me.”

“Always a selfless queen,” Willam quipped with a smirk. Courtney didn’t take the bait. She wanted to keep the tone light but serious. When Willam picked up on it, he straightened up in his seat and turned to face her.

“I enjoyed the power play most of all,” Courtney shared, “there are… other things… I enjoyed, but we can get to those later.”

She plucked the straw from her cup and went on.

“I have to be the one in control most of the time, to make sure things happen when and how I want them to. I take pride in that and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But sometimes I like to let someone else have complete control. Someone I trust.”

Willam shifted in his seat.

“I would never have let what happened last night happen if I didn’t trust you completely Will. I don’t often find myself in a relationship where I feel secure enough to surrender to someone like that. So thank you.”

Willam’s eyes met hers and she could tell he took her at her word.

“How about you? Did you feel comfortable taking what I gave you? Was that part of what worked for you? Or was it something else?” Courtney asked.

“You know I’m a bossy bitch,” Willam grinned, “I got no problem telling anyone what to do.”

“That I know!” Courtney responded. She twisted the straw around her fingers. “But that’s not what got you off, is it…”

“Nah,” Willam demurred.

He took Courtney’s hands in his and extracted the twisted and bent piece of plastic. “It was seeing little miss perfect broken.”

Courtney’s breath hitched.

“Because she asked to be,” Willam went on, “Because she asked me to break her.”

Color rose in Courtney’s cheeks as she realized Willam had read her just as clearly as she had read him.

“So this game,” Courtney said, “I’m ok with letting it continue if you are.”

Willam nodded.

“Words Will, use your words.”

“Yes Courtney.”

——————

“Where you going?” Willam asked as Courtney unlatched her belt and started to rise from her seat.

“Just the restroom,” she replied.

“Nuh uh,” Willam said shaking his head. Courtney looked over at him confused, as Willam took her hand and pulled her back down into the seat.

Willam caught the eye of the flight attendant and motioned him over. “Can we get two bottles of watet?”

“Of course sir,” the attendant replied and headed up the aisle to fetch them. Willam flashed Courtney a devilish grin as she sat back down.

“Willam, I have to go, I’ll just be a minute,” Courtney explained.

“Not yet you don’t,” Willam replied with a straight face, “least… not badly enough.”

Courtney’s heart skipped a beat as it dawned on her they were back to playing the game. Now. Here. In public. With rather high stakes.

The attendant returned and handed a cool bottle of water to each of them. Willam set his down on Courtney’s tray table then leaned in to whisper in her ear, “drink the first one as fast as you can. You can take your time with the second, but you have to finish it.”

Courtney shivered. Between hydrating in the lounge before take off and the cocktail she recently finished, she already needed to take a piss. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it would be after that first round took effect.

She grabbed hold of a bottle, opening the lid with a crack. She met Willam’s gaze and held it as she quickly downed the contents then set the empty bottle back on the tray table.

“Good girl,” Willam praised as Courtney wiped a few stray drops from her lips with the back of her hand. “Now, which of these shitty movies you wanna watch?”

—————

Half an hour into the movie and Courtney had begun to lose track of the plot. What had started as an occasional twinge had become far more insistent. She shifted in the seat, trying to find a position that releaved the pressure but she couldn’t.

Willam seemed oblivious to her discomfort, watching the movie and laughing at the dumbest of jokes. Courtney had found a few them funny, but her laughter was swiftly punished by a sharp stab of desperation. She had tried crossing her legs, but Willam grasped her knee firmly, separating them again.

Occasionally, he would tap the partially finished second bottle of water and she would obediently take a sip. When there was only about an inch left in the bottom, he picked it up and leaning in whispered, “drink up buttercup.”

She downed the last of it and tossed the bottle petulantly on the floor.

“Well that’s not very nice,” Willam hissed, “now someone has to pick that up.” He folded her tray table back in place. “And that someone is you.”

Courtney groaned softly. This was going to be unpleasant. She exhaled and slowly bent over. If she kept her back arched it was bearable.

She frantically felt around under the seat in front of her for the bottle but couldn’t find it. Shit. It must have rolled behind her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she reached back and yelped softly as the pressure increased.

“You find it?” Willam asked. She felt his hand splay across her lower back. “Maybe if you reach a little further.”

Willam pressed down and Courtney saw stars. Her entire body went rigid, fighting against the intense spasms. Just as she was about to cry out, her fingers grasped the neck of the bottle. She surged back up with a gasp.

As Willam took it from her hand, she panted softly, relief flooding her body. But she quickly realized the relief was also a curse. Suddenly the urge to relax completely was overwhelming. She sat stock still and fought it with every fiber of her being.

When she had regained control she shot Willam an incendiary glare. “If I have an accident because of you… god help me…” she hissed.

Willam waited to see if she’d give in and safeword. When she didn’t he decided to shoot for glory.

He flipped her tray table back down to provide a bit of cover. Then he slipped his hand across her lower abdomen. Fuck, he could feel it. He stroked across the firmness and Courtney moaned quietly.

“Shhh babe,” he warned, “people will hear you.”

“I don’t even care,” Courtney whined, “Fuck Willam this is so intense.”

“I know, I know,” Willam gentled continuing to stroke her. “This’ll help.” He shifted focus to stroking her half hard cock instead.

Courtney sucked in a breath between clenched teeth as the unrelenting press of her bladder against her prostate heightened every touch. It was like electric shocks. Within moments she was thick in Willam’s hand.

“Uhhh…” she moaned.

Willam quickly stopped what he was doing. “What did I say about making noise?” he demanded. “Do you want to get caught? I bet you do you dirty little whore. Want all these nice people to know just how filthy you really are.”

He sought out the firm spot above the base of her cock and pressed gently.

Courtney shot up out of her seat, eyes wild with panic. In a flash Willam was pulling her out into the aisle, dragging her toward the lavatories at the front of the cabin. As a woman emerged from one of them, he shoved past the gentleman waiting, barking, “My friend’s gonna hurl! Let us through!”

Thrusting Courtney into the lav, Willam slammed the lock in place. Courtney wrenched down the zip of her fly and shoved down both jeans and pants at one go. Then nothing.

She cried out in frustration as she realized she was too far aroused to relieve herself. “Goddamit Willam!” she spat out as tears pricked her eyes.

“I got you, I got you,” Willam repeated as he dropped to his knees in front of her. A challenge in this cramped space. But he loved a challenge. He quickly swallowed Courtney’s aching cock and sucked hard.

Courtney’s eyes rolled back at the overwhelming sensations battling for her attention. The imperative to relieve the fierce pressure in her bladder was compounded by the press of her rapidly building orgasm.

Come or piss?

She needed to do both more than she could ever recall and she had a sudden fear she could do neither. Her body would be locked in this battle until she simply exploded.

Then all of a sudden she was exploding. Into Willam’s eager mouth. He had barely swallowed the load when he tasted the tang of piss on his tongue. He pulled off just in time to avoid the torrent.

Courtney sobbed as the stream flowed into the metal toilet bowl. Willam stood behind her, softly kissing the back of her neck and finishing himself off in a wad of tissues.

When Courtney finally finished she felt too weak to even move. Willam carefully tucked her away and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I don’t deserve you,” Willam breathed.

“No, you don’t you sick fuck,” Courtney replied with a smile and returned the kiss.

Willam quickly checked himself in the mirror. “Now let’s get back out there before that dude in the Mickey Mouse tie reports us and they emergency land or some shit.”

[storytimeafterdark]

Business & Pleasure

Kevin Mallory was sitting in his office, waiting for his assistant Valerie Rivera to arrive. Valerie drove her Ford Edge into her company parking space, got out, locked the door & went inside, where she saw a note on her desk telling her to go see Kevin in his office. She wondered what was happening but would soon find out. She walked in & Kevin greeted her with a smile & “Good morning Val. Take a seat”. She did & replied back, “Good morning Kevin. You sure look chipper today”. “I am. Actually, we are. Danny & I are very impressed with you. Not only are we giving you a raise in pay, a bonus, & also, your own office next to mine. The one next door has been remodeled to look just like mine”. She couldn’t believe it. Just a month in & she’s earned all this! “Thank you to both of you!”. “You’re welcome. I am also taking you to lunch today to celebrate. Everyone is gone today so it’s just you & me”, he said. Danny is Kevin’s brother. They took over the company when their father Clark retired. Their mother Sarah does payroll & their sister Karina is the company HR representative. They all flew to Atlanta for an architectural & construction seminar, & the construction crew was working on the new subdivision going up in town. Kevin liked the idea of being alone with her for a change without distraction.

The day before, Valerie & Kevin were just finishing up on a contract call with a big client. They got off the phone, got the paperwork drawn up, & faxed to the client. As they were waiting for it to be sent back, Valerie & Kevin were about to share their first-ever kiss with each other, when the door burst open, with Danny & Deanna coming in to announce they were headed out for the trip to Atlanta & told them to go home since it’s closing time. Kevin told Valerie to go ahead & head home, as he would lock up & leave.

Kevin took Valerie next door to see her new office, as the crew had finished getting it work ready for her: freshly painted and hardwood floor put in, plus her wifi, surround sound, & all electronics up to speed for her. “This is beautiful! Thank you Kevin”, she said & hugged him. He liked the feel of her in his arms & she liked it as well. Their hug was longer than expected & afterward, their eyes met. Kevin kissed her like he wanted to before the interruption the day before. His arms went around Valerie’s waist & hers went around him. Their kiss was romantic & turned passionate quickly as their tongues met. Valerie felt Kevin’s hands slip down to her bottom & she slipped her hands to Kevin’s bottom. Kevin’s lips left hers & went to her neck. “Ohhhhh Kevin”, she sighed. She was wearing his favorite dress & also the one that she wore the day she interviewed for & got the job with the company: a blue silk dress that zipped in the front. She wore it unzipped about 1/4 of the way; just enough for Kevin to see she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath & he got a preview of her cleavage. Kevin’s lips moved lower to where her cleavage was visible, making her shiver with desire. He took one of his hands from her bottom & unzipped her dress. He caressed a breast as he kissed her again very passionately. He removed her dress completely, then sucked  & kissed her breast. When he stood up, she unbuttoned his shirt & took it off. They kissed again, him sliding his hands in the back of her lacy panties. She loved feeling his bare chest against hers. “I want you Val”, he said. “I want you too Kevin”, she answered back, finding the button & zipper on his pants & undoing them. She began to slide his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them. She felt the silk of his boxers & it made him shudder. She eyeballed the bulge in his boxers & smiled. He let her take his boxers off & she let him take her panties off. He removed his shoes & socks as she removed her sandals.

He took her by the hand & led her to the couch. She saw the same electric button on the wall that was in Kevin’s & Danny’s offices. The couches would make out to a bed if the button is pushed. “Allow me”, Val said & pushed the button. “Time to initiate your office”, Kevin said as they lay down on the bed. Their foreplay was magical. Valerie went down on Kevin & pleasured his manhood with her hands & orally. Kevin was very vocal as Valerie sucked him. “Good thing nobody is here”, she joked. He laughed & said, “Babe, these offices are soundproof for a reason”. Val got vocal as well when Kevin pleasured her pussy with his tongue & his middle finger, which she told him was the way to build her orgasm. “Slowly is what I enjoy”. 

Afterward, he told her he’d been in love with her since the day she walked in for an interview. Said it was love at first sight for him. She said she fell for him at first sight as well. Then she jokingly asked if he had ever put the moves on any other employees. He said his former assistant was male & gay. Kevin & Matt (the assistant) became really good friends & did a lot together outside of work. “One night, he & I were at my place, got drunk, & Matt kissed me. He was actually a great kisser so I kissed him back. The next thing I knew, he was sucking me & he was damn good! But what happened next was even better. Now trust me when I say I am not a gay guy by any means, but when he fucked me that night, I really enjoyed it. I fucked him in return.” “That turns me on”, Val said, kissing him. “Really? I figured you would be repulsed by that”, Kevin said. “Oh no. I love watching men do sexual things together. I watch male gay porn”, she said with a smile. “What is your ultimate sexual fantasy then?”, he asked. “Having sex with you & another guy & then watching you two go at it”, she replied. “I bet I could make that happen”, he said with a smile. 

Valerie & Kevin made love. He answered the phone when calls came in but otherwise he was inside Valerie most of the day. They came together multiple times & made a mess of the sheets. They stripped the bed, put new sheets on it, & put the couch back the way it was. Kevin invited Val to his house for the weekend. They stopped at her place, which she shared with her sister, & got extra clothes, makeup, & other essentials. Her sister was on a cruise with her boyfriend & his family.

They went to grab dinner before going to Kevin’s. They sat in a romantic, dimly-lit round booth. They ordered their food & some drinks & were waiting. Kevin slid his hand up Val’s leg & was kissing her lips. She had her dressed unzipped farther than when she got in the office. Her nipples were on the verge of showing. She didn’t care. Their waiter loved it, as he kept staring at her chest. 

Kevin & Val laughed about that while in bed that night. They made love again & were postcoital afterward, talking & laughing. “I wonder if that waiter would have had sex with us if I asked him to”, Val said, laughing. “He gave you his phone number so maybe he would”, Kevin said, laughing in return. When Kevin went to the restroom as they waited for their main course, the waiter, Paul, was talking to Val & flat out told her how lucky a guy Kevin is to have her & how sexy she is. He then told her if she ever wanted to date more than one guy she could call him. He was a hot looking guy too. He then told her he would give anything to see her breasts. She bent forward so he could look down her dress. “Omg your breasts are sexy as hell”, Paul said. “Thank you. Glad you like”, she said. “Just so you know, you’re making me very horny. I’d better go check on your food”, he said. When Kevin returned she told him everything. He laughed when she told him she bent forward so Paul could see her breasts & that he said they were sexy. 

Kevin & Val were very busy with work & sex was their “release outlet” when they had down time. It got busier & busier with no time for sex eventually. One day, a familiar face came to their office to inquire about getting a house built. It was Matt, Kevin’s former assistant, who Val was very floored by when she met him. He was gorgeous! Matt & Kevin caught up on things & Kevin invited him to dinner with him & Val at his place. Matt accepted. He & Kevin went golfing that day & were talking about old times. Matt asked what being with Val was like & Kevin told him she was great in bed & very sexy. Matt then asked, “Would she ever have a threesome”? Kevin laughed & said, “Matt, I thought you were gay”. He then confessed that he’s straight & always has been but that he had always wanted to have sex with a man to see what it’s like. Kevin answered him. “She wants a threesome. I say we give it to her tonight after dinner”. Matt was all for it. 

The guys came home & Val was getting the tail end of dinner done. Fettucini Alfredo and salad were for dinner. She had the table set & told the guys she would be back out momentarily. She changed from her robe (she had showered while dinner was cooking) into one of Kevin’s oversized baseball jerseys, which she left unbuttoned halfway & some flats on her feet. She put her hair back with some barrettes. “You look stunning”, Matt said & kissed her cheek. “Thank you handsome”, she said. 

Dinner was eaten, dishes were done, food was put away, & the threesome went & sat on the couch. Val was in the middle between the guys. The guys were drinking beer & Val had her White Claws. Matt was talking to Val & made her laugh. He then took her White Claw, set it down, & started kissing her in front of Kevin. Kevin loved it & was getting turned on as he watched Matt unbutton her jersey & fondle one of her breasts. He continued undoing the jersey & started sucking on her breast. Valerie moaned as Matt continued making love to her breast with his tongue. She opened her legs & Matt slid a finger in her freshly shaved pussy. Kevin took his shirt off & undid his shorts, sliding them off. He was naked & began to touch his cock. Matt removed her jersey & sucked her other breast. Matt told Kevin to take over while he undressed. Kevin made out with Val & fingered her pussy. She stroked his cock. Matt was now naked too & sat back next to Val. She stroked his cock too & went back & forth kissing the guys. They went to the bedroom. Matt & Kevin made out & Val was fingering herself watching the guys do their thing. Kevin fucked Matt & came deep in Matt’s ass. Valerie had an orgasm watching that. Matt then fucked Valerie. She begged him to cum inside her & he did. Kevin began stroking his cock. He wanted inside his girlfriend’s pussy again. Matt had other ideas. He got Kevin to stroke him. Matt was soon hard & fucked Kevin. Matt came very hard & deep inside Kevin’s ass. Kevin then fucked Valerie & came inside her. They kept on drinking and messing around. At 2 in the morning, Kevin passed out. Matt & Valerie went in the guest room & fucked all night. 

From that night on, Valerie spread herself between Kevin & Matt. Kevin contracted COVID & Valerie stayed at Matt’s. He was finally in his new house. Matt & Valerie were constantly fucking each other. 

When Kevin got better & she returned home, she & Kevin had sex. After they were done, they were lying in bed cuddling when Danny called. He told Kevin that Matt had been killed in an accident by a drunk driver. 

Valerie & Kevin got married & she found out she was pregnant. They had a boy & named him Matthew Paul.